#please I’m begging you just one chance istg

[sanderchu]

If I don’t get to write about Micah Yujin I’m going to ran hell on you ppl

JUST LOOK AT HIM

💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍

/hj

-Sand

[thewispsings]

it’s never over | sebastian vettel

pairing: sebastian vettel x actress!reader

summary: ten fateful years ago, y/n and sebastian vettel broke up, breaking hearts all over the world. present day, y/n starts leaving small hints about finding another lover. the world goes crazy.

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ynandsebplscomeback: we are gathered here today, to mourn the loss of yn and sebastian vettels relationship. 10 years ago today, their breakup was announced, shattering the hearts of millions. please, we ask for a ten minute silence from you all, thank you.

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user1: pls-i can’t take this rn 💔

user2: IT BEEN TEN YEARS??????

user3: ten depressing ass years

user4: the way we all thought they were coming back when they were sennas memorial tribute 🧍

user5: THEY WERE TALKING AND GIGGLING IT UP!!!!!! THEY TRICKED US 💔

redbullracing: 💔💔.

user6: i honestly think nobody was more hurt about the breakup then the redbull admin. they have been liking y/n+seb content since they broke up 😭😭

user7: THEY BROKE UP SO SEB COULD FOCUS ON HIS CAREER. HE NO LONGER HAS A CAREER SO THEY NEED TO GET BACK TOGHER RIGHT NOW.

user8: i remember when seb announced his retirement and everyone was so happy??? because this meant a more chance of y/n and him getting back together 😭

user9: i can’t do this right now. maybe tomorrow. not today.

user10: everyday i pray they get back together, today i will pray harder.

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yourusername: calm days 💗

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user11: no….no…no this can’t be

user12: who tf is that

user13: WHAT IS THIS?? ON THE TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY?? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

user14: m-maybe that’s seb?? pls cmon tell me it’s seb. y/n i beg.

user15: you’re dating another white man and it ISNT seb??? this is unacceptable.

redbullracing: why would you do this to me

yourusername: ?

user16: DONT. do not. question mark us right now.

user17: THAT ISNT SEB Y/N AND YOU KNOW IT.

user18: guys don’t worry!! that’s definitely seb!! just look at the finger tips…i compared them to other pictures of seb and it’s literally him!

user19: this is what crazy looks like

charles_leclerc: 🤩🤩

user20: WHAT DO YOU KNOW CHARLES

user21: SEE because if it WASNT seb charles definitely wouldn’t have commented. he’s the biggest y/n+seb shipper, behind the redbull admin ofc

user22: unless i see that man man’s face, and im 1003847% certain it isn’t seb. i will continue to believe that it is sebastian and they reconnected and are planning to live happily ever after 😝😝

user23: can you guys stop harassing y/n for moving on after 10 years 😑😑

user24: seb and y/n haven’t dated anyone since they split. i feel like it’s time for her to move on. this is good for her

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sebastianvettel: calmer days!

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user25: wait a damn minute

user26: ITS HAPPENING STAY CALM EVERYONE STAY FUCKING CALM

user27: that’s y/ns leg. i fucking know it.

user28: AND HER HAND!! ITS HER FUCKING HAND GUYS!!

user29: WAR IS OVER

user30: omg wait i’m crying

user31: istg if this turns out to NOT be y/n. i will be killing myself.

redbullracing: are those the birds chirping? the sun shining?

user32: i know admin is jump in up and down in happiness

user33: OKAY GUYS WIAT WAIT WAIT J BEED TO PROCESS THIS. I NEED TIME

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

user34. HE KBEW!! HE FUCKING KNEW!!

user34: wait he knew….

user34: YOU FUCKING KNEW AND DIDNT SAY ANYTHING FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG?? YOU SICK SICK FUCK

user35: nobody will ever understand how happy i am right now

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sebastianvettel: happy one year anniversary to my beautiful beautiful wife ❤️❤️ here’s to many more!

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redbullracing: what

redbullracing: is this a joke?

redbullracing: please don’t mess with me like this

redbullracing: OMG

redbullracing: OH MY GOD

user36: holy. fucking. shit.

user37: you sick fuckers. YOU HAVE SEEN WHAT YOUR BREAKUP CAUSED AND ALL THIS TIME YOUVE BEEN MARRIED???

user38: FOR A WHOLE ASS YEAR NO LESS

user39: i don’t know if im happy that your married or mad that you LET ME THINK YOU WERE STILL BROKEN UP

user40: so many mixed emotions rn

user41: this is making my head hurt…in a good way

user42: THIS MEANS THEY WERE TIGTHER DURING THE SENNA TRIBUTE. I FUCKING KNEW IT.

charles_leclerc: happy one year 👏👏❤️

user43: okay but how did charles keep this a secret…

user44: RIGHT?? i feel liked he’d be the first to accidentally say something 😭

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yourusername: my beautiful beautiful husband 💗 one year down! many more to come!!

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redbullracing: my god it’s real…

redbullracing: MY GOD ITS REAL

redbullracing: AHHHHHH

user45: this is the most relatable thing ever

user46; thank you gods 🙏🙏🙏

user47: ive reached peak happiness

user48: okay but when are we getting wedding pics???🤨

user49: NO FUCK THIS. i need a timeline of EVERYTHING. when they met, when the got together, when they b-broke up, WHEN THEY STARTED DATING AGAIN??, when they got engaged, AND WHEN THEY GOT FUCKING MARRIED???

user50: what kills me is that we will probably never get this information 💔💔

user51: i can die peacefully now, thank you y/n ❤️

. . .

notes; my first seb smau, hope you enjoy!! :)

[daisykihannie]

[little hard thought]

one of my friends just put the idea of biting in my head, and it got me wondering if the leader’s (chan and hongjoong) are biters or if they like to leave other marks

chan- i feel like chan would bite, man’s is- quite feral, ngl. but not like painful bloody bite like possessive leave a hickey bite, y’know what i’m sayin? like he’d be sweet about it but then at the same time he’s absolutely rearranging your insides so it’s like-

hongjoong- joongie bites, but i feel like he’d also like- grab your hips and waist and leave little imprints when he’s finishing inside so then he’s like “triple claiming” you

you cannot tell me that these two would not be the most possessive men on earth with the idea of other people seeing you all ruined and blissed out

(but then i can also see both of them falling apart like little puppies and just listening to you and worshipping you without a real thought in their minds. just on their knees for you, whining and whimpering with tears in their eyes as they beg for your help when you’re working or busy)

((also i love your works!! you’re stuff is so amazing whether it’s fake texts or writing, omg. keep yourself hydrated and take a breath, take some breaks too 🫶🫶))

oh my god… i fucking love this. okay okay hear me out

Chan loves leaving hickeys Everywhere that can be hidden or mostly hidden like thighs, tummy, chest, collar bone, etc. He likes to leave them on the collarbone especially bc of the chance of someone seeing a tiny peak of it when the clothes move.

But he’s definitely gonna bite their partners shoulder when he cums, like he gets so overwhelmed by it that he grunts and tries to hold back any cries and whimpers by biting his partners shoulder hard. I feel like he doesn’t realize how hard he bites until he sees it bruising immediately and he’ll feel bad and apologize repeatedly.

Hongjoong is fucking FERAL for leavening visable bite marks. I don’t think he’d give many hickeys but his partner is definitely gonna have teeth imprints on their inner thighs, hips, neck, collarbones, etc. for 2-3 business days after. You could probably make a mold of his teeth from the marks in your skin.

If you try to cover them with makeup or something he will throw a tantrum and act like a kicked puppy bc why do you wanna cover up his love for you? why do you wanna hide the fact that you’re his and he’s yours?

Now if their partner is riding them? brain dead, babbling, babies istg. Just falling apart completely, begging for who knows what, praising you semi-coherently and when you lean forward and run your tongue across the skin on their throats or place feather light kisses? they are grabbing your thighs, your neck, anywhere they can reach to pull you closer.

The only thing coming from their mouth is “please please yes please” begging you to mark them, bite them, claim them, etc. make it hard for their makeup artists to cover their marks and they will in fact be upset about it the entire time bc more than anything, they belong to you. They wanna use the marks to brag that they are owned and no one else can have them.

Jeez, i kinda fucking ran away with this one… oopsie 🤷🏻‍♂️

[sleepybbie]

(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)

but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭

bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3

𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble

a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm

yingxing (blade) x fem!reader

warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა

you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.

it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.

he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.

but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?

if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.

…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.

he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?

“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”

your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.

“p-please��wan…wanna cum..!”

“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”

you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.

suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.

now you both were even.

“are you keeping it in?”

“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”

“just a little more…i—

he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.

“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”

god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..

“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.

“y-yingxing, please…!”

“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”

and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.

he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.

“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”

this guy…

an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[it-might-be-mason-valance]

Can i crash at yours mason? My boyfriend came back from reform and is begging me to stay with him. But, after last time his ass is not getting another chance... Although, i might go with him again, he ain't so bad.

@it-might-be-gloria-reyes

(im basing her lore off of i wait for u by alex g, so basically she has a shit abusive boyfriend, but her parents are out of the picture. I think her dad was a rich soc, "rented" hookers; one happened to be glorias mom, and he accidentally got her pregnant. He gave her mom a shit ton of cash to leave him alone. Her dad was still a shit person tho, so i guess finding shit dudes runs in the family 🤷)

Yeah, I’ll sleep on the floor you can take my bed. Before you say anything I don’t mind. Just sneak through my window so I don’t get in trouble. Don’t go back to him. Please. Please. I don’t wanna see you hurt and I’m tired of seeing you hurt all the damn time. He’s not even that hot I don’t get why you stay with him

(Mason is the BIGGEST HATER‼️‼️ of Gloria’s bf istg. A little bit of an extra lore drop but neither of Mason’s parents are really in the picture, his dad works all the time just cause he can and cause he doesn’t give a shit about his kids but their mom works to keep a roof over their head. Mason’s mom yells a lot and his step dad is a POS, his mom is either shit faced drunk or at work and their dad is either at work or asleep and his step dad is either hitting him or yelling at him to get him another beer. But that’s just a theory, a game theory 🔥🔥🔥)

[sturnioloshacker]

Chris sturniolo is so fine istg i js wanna be his gf so so bad, like come on js one chance please bro i promise i’m pretty please🙏🙏 i’m literally js begging for ONE chance JUST ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BROOO whoever his next gf or wife is i literally would dream to be her because she is actually the luckiest mf to live, luckier then elon musk fr bro. just please ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEE I JS WANT ONE😔 i’ll literally do anything, i can cook, clean, anything you need pooks i dont even need you to be nice literally just date me. you can slap me on a daily just please date me i beg of you please. please. please. please. please. i promise i’m a good gf ask my millions of exs. you can cheat on me and everything swear js date me😔 so anyways enjoy my little rant 🥰🥰

BESTIEEEEEE YOU GET MEEEEEEE!!! this is how i feel every single day about this man like i need him so bad rahhhhhhhhhhhh 😫😫😫😫

[ssreeder]

ahhhhh sreedie I lost track of tiiiiime I missed an updateeee

but ykw that means?? you get double the amount of blather from yours truly this time around :D

lmao finally sokka is getting some sword training that isn’t zuko hitting him with a stick when he gets his form wrong

sorry sorry but sweaty sokka is making me think of this one tv show where the main character is panicking bc she has to distract this guy and what she decided to say as a distraction tactic is “I feel.. sticky” and I almost died of second hand embarrassment.

anyways sweaty sokka supremacy this boy needs more minor inconveniences to balance out the major inconveniences that bulldoze over his hopes and dreams

honestly I think sokka is coping pretty well given the circumstances

I’m going to expose myself here but when suki finally reunited with sokka I will admit I was physically wiggling in excitement

aw suki your girlhood dreams are about to be pulverised :((

also can I just say I adore you bc you’ve managed to perfectly balance the fact that suki is a teenage girl with what she thinks is a requited crush BUT ALSO she’s a leader and a tactician and is aware of anomalies in her surroundings at all times

slay kovi my new fav

ALSO ALSO I HAD THIS REALISATION LIKE LAST WEEK BUT WE’RE GETTING MORE AZULA WHICH MEANS WE’RE ALSO GETTING MORE CHEN OR CHAN OR CHANG OR WHATEVER THE ZHAOS BROTHER IS CALLED I FORGOT IM SO SORRY

yoooo suki coming in clutch with the gossip besties

SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV SHEN POV ok yeah I’m gonna be Sooo much more annoying about shen than anybody ever was about reho. now your never gonna wanna remarry me :(

shen is more dedicated to complaining about his sore ass than zuko is to self preservation fr

zuko and shen banter that’s actually purposeful verbal attacks but I’ll pretend is banter bc it’s funny >>>

it’s not Actually funny but it’s lowkey hilarious that shen is like “fuck now I gotta be chivalrous and save zuko over myself if I ever get the chance why must I be such a gentleman woe is me” like bestie if you really didn’t want to help zuko you could just.. Not

also I think you’re handling like the racist propaganda of the fire nation about the other nations really well btw!!

lmao not morrak singling sokka out as an instigator for potential mass injury so blatantly

okay sad that sokka is suffering with communication BUT HOPEFULLY when (and I mean WHEN sreedie istg) zukka are reunited he’ll maybe have a better time trying to get zuko to like.. actually fucking talk about how he’s feeling??? maybe?? a girl can dream okay. but also it’s so real to like not be able to open up to people able difficult topics (not that I have anywhere Near the trauma these boys have) just bc you haven’t yet started talking to someone about them and it’s overwhelming to even think where to begin bc it feels like even if you could figure it out it’ll be impossible to actually convey all the nuance of how you’re feeling bc there’s just so much of it

AUNT WU pls sokka enjoy hating on spirit shenanigans I was you to experience some joy

ohoho please PLEASE let quon’s assholery and ambition bite him in the ass P L E A S E sreedie I’m begging

dude not zuko genuinely considering whether he would maintain his pride better by literally shitting his pants. I can’t anymore with this boy

“are you a good person shen”

“not all the time”

WHAT A SLAY ANSWER OMFG HES AN ICON HES A LEGEND HES-

I’m not sure whether to be scared that quon Will be worse than zhao or laugh at quon’s confidence bc there’s no way he’s worse than zhao

quick question sreedie umm how hasn’t zuko lost any teeth yet am I just supposed to suspend my disbelief about how many times he can get punched in the jaw and not suffer some serious dental damage

awww shen you DO care about zuko :3

genuinely living for shen’s belaboured feral pygmy puma dad era that zuko is forcing him to suffer through its glorious

listen all shen needs to do is leverage sokka against zuko?? like literally just bitch at him about how if he gets himself killed then sokka will be distraught and that’s like at least 60% of his attitude issues solved

do I dislike jet? yeah. do I think it’s going to be wildly entertaining to have him along for the journey? yeah.

NOT MORE OF THE FUCKING BENDER SUPPRESSANTS FUCK OFF ohohoho alas quon you are unaware about zuko being bloody superhuman when it comes to this drug

I was going to say something else but now I have forgotten but!! it’s okay bc now I am going to read the second chapter and hopefully I’ll remember it at some point when I’m writing my next comment >:)

I have been thinking of answering your asks for DAYYYYSSSSS but these damn holidays don’t wanna let me DO IT. But don’t worry ex-lover I am here!

Suki & Sokka reuniting is amazing! She is going to be a good influence on him, I feel it in my BONES!

Or he will gaslight her into thinking he is fine & she won’t be able to help with Shiiit….

Sokka hasn’t spoken to ANYONE about what happened to him except Zuko. & even his dad & Bato got the “safe version” so yeah opening up or even beginning to accept that this is a topic he will EVENTUALLY have to find words to communicate is very difficult… for some people it’s impossible. So I do feel bad for Sokka he isn’t an in easy spot.

It’s funny you mention teeth this was like a big convo in the server today so I’m going to go ahead & say zukos teeth are blessed by Agni themselves so they will not break or fall out it’s canon don’t question me.

Shens teeth are not though

I have my hand pressed against the glass window of my house staring across at your house because we don’t live together anymore but I miss you…..

[snzysimper]

Ya'll!! I FOUND AN OLD CRINGY SNZ/FIC!!

Ok, so I was looking through my documents and I found this ANCIENT Hazbin snzfic. Ya know what's even worse? I MADE VALENTINO LOOK LIKE A DECENT PERSON!! WTF!! I am ASHAMED to even call this my work-!! I probably won't finish this, but I might try to rewrite it better since I actually know how to fucking write now. ISTG this is from like at least 2 and a half years ago.

I dont think I had a name for this either, but oh well.

(TW MENTIONS OF R@P3)

It was a normal night at the Hazbin Hotel. Angel Dust was trying to convince Charlie to let him go out at night. After lots of begging, she finally agreed to let him go, despite him already having used up all his chances to leave the hotel for the week. She decided to make an exception, but ‘only this one time’. Either way, Angel was more than thankful. Valentino messaged him saying he needed to discuss ‘a very important matter with him’, but that he hadn’t done anything wrong. Had it not been for that last part and Angel probably wouldn’t have asked Charlie at all.

Angel finally made his way to the Porn Studio, where he met Vox and Velvet. “Aye, you know what Val wanted? Said it was important.” 

“I ‘unno”, Vox replied. “Just be warned, I think he’s trying out a new type of smoke. It smells weird.” 

“I thought it smelt nice,” said Velvet. “I don't really know how to describe it though.” 

“Well, whatever it was, it was suffocating me. I had a hard time breathing through all the static”, he said, crossing his arms. Angel chuckled. “Thanks I guess. He in a good mood?” Vox smiled. “I’d say so.” Velvet put her hands on her hips. “He’s ALWAYS in a good mood around you.” 

“That sure as hell ain’t true. Half the time I don’t know if he’s gonna cuddle me or if he’s gonna break my screen.”

As the two keep going back and forth, Angel slips away into Valentino's office. “Heya Daddy,” Angel greeted him. “I came as soon as I read your message.” Valentino smiled at him. “Angel Cakes, please, have a seat, baby.” Obidently, Angel went and sat down in the empty chair near Valentino. “I have a special request.” Great, Angel thought to himself. Guess I’m spending the night here. Valentino had a cigarette in his hand, and blew out some smoke. Vox hadn’t been joking. This definitely was a new type of smoke. “snf Uh, Val. What the hell are you smoking? It’s, snff, r-really strong.” Valentino gave a toothy grin, almost similar to Alastor’s. “Oh, you mean this? It’s just a little somethin’ special.” Suddenly, as with the smoke Val normally used, Angel suddenly felt himself being wrapped up in Valinteno’s control. But this was different. This scent was stronger, and sweeter. The feeling was different from the normal smoke. There wasn’t really a way to describe it. It just was. “Mmm,snf, I- hih-Ih’chew! Hi’chis! T’chii! I love you Val.” He got up and lay down across Valentino’s lap. “That’s a good boy, Angie Baby. Don’t worry, tonight will be easy. Nothing hard.” So this was what he meant by ‘special request’. He didn’t plan on raping him as he usually did, he was just testing out the new smoke. “Now, how bout we go somewhere a little more comfortable?”

“Alright, daddy.”

The two of them went onto the bed, Angel laying on top of Valentino. Even though Angel was already fully under control, Val continued blowing the smoke into the air. “See, isn’t daddy good to you?”

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And that's it. What the fuck have I just read. What the fuck have you just read?? The idea itself is great, but the way it was executed was AWFUL. lemme know if you want me to try and rewrite this....

[onlyswan]

i hope i’m not to late. so… here we go :)

“everything that i have ever let go of, has claw marks on it”

the moment i read that, i burst into tears because everything -that i had held on so tight but have to let go- came through my mind all at once. because i felt that.

and reading this drabble, oc really reminds me of that quote because :

and yet you cry, because if he loved you that much, how did breaking up became an option he was willing to choose?

of course that would be the only question that appears on the course of his decision of breaking up with oc. i know oc would not let go of him no matter what. they would hold on to him no matter what. so seeing him, tear stained, telling oc that they should end their relationship because “it is for the best” is sooo confusing and heartbreaking because why? why would you let me go so easily when i would do anything to make you stay? the contrast is so heart wrenching 😭

“we should end this… i think it’s for the best, before we get drained.”

“i think that i’m just wasting your time, that this isn’t- it’s not going anywhere.”

he’s wrong. you so strongly wish that he’s wrong.

again. denial, because they still holding on to him so tight. because despite all the things coming at their relationship, oc can still hold on to him and they will. in a heartbeat. so why would he made a reason for them to end because for oc, there were no reason at all </3

the last time you cried like this, you begged him to allow you to keep loving him.

istg i wanna hug them so bad and cry together on the bathroom floor 😭 but at the same time i want to go out of there and flick my finger on jungkook’s forehead, hard so there will be a red spot on his forehead (and no, not a lipstick stick stain this time) because look at them! look what you did to my lil bean! 🫵🏻😡

sometimes love is teeth. sometimes love is biting and perversely holding on. … - and you wonder if it’s alright for two people to be in a relationship despite having different ideas of what loving means.

THE CONTRAST 😭😭😭😭 okay artemis this is your time to scold jungkook because this time oc is not the only one crying. i’m reading this for the 3rd time and this is the 3rd time i cry 🥲

this is why his lover has been doubtful of his devotion?

💀😂😮‍💨 i’m sorry but have you heard that jungkook’s ai cover of hopelessly devoted to you~~~? that ai is soooooo goood. i was shooketh the first time i heard it 🙃

and i love loooove the ending and how he solve the problem 🥹 i really hope this is the last heartbreaking events and the biggest as it can get in their relationship. please don’t let this saga continue artemis i’m not your strongest soldier :’) (hshaha don’t take my word. write whatever you want. i love angst, i’m a masochist😀😌)

“but i love you, and i’m scared you’ll leave again and i won’t beg you anymore.” you ramble without thinking, brain on auto-pilot mode. “i’m not that kind of person, jungkook. that’s not me. i don’t have to prove it, do i?”

this is one of my favorite things that i love about oc. one of the best lines they have ever said and you have written. because it represents oc’s soft yet strong personality so much. and because not everyone deserves a second chance. but sometimes, a second chance is all they need, and all they got.

he makes a whispered promise carved into the walls of your apartment, sealed by his lips pressing to your knuckles, and you’re left to wonder forever if he kissed your left ring finger on purpose.

fr just get married already. you bought the ring, right jungkook? right?!?! you better. 🫵🏻🙂

i have a screenshot of that tumblr post that says :

“i want to be inconvenienced by you. i want to wait for you, i want to hold your things while you do something else, i want to make adjustments to my plans to make space for you. someone at your side who takes up no space and has no needs of their own is not a person, but a shadow. i don't want a shadow, i want you. i want my life to be altered by your presence in it. please, inconvenience me”.

i saved that on june 1st and thought “this is something artemis would write” (and have written let’s be real <3) and then boom :

he wants to be inconvenienced by you. he wants to make impulsively confrontational phone calls he will overthink before bed. he wants you to wake him up in the middle of the night clawing for snuggles. he wants you to jump on his back when you’re exhausted of walking. he wants to charm the owner of your favorite restaurant into cooking one more meal before closing because you always ask him to make a quick stop when he visits you. he wants his life to be influenced by yours in every possible way, two different colors mixed in a palette to create a new one that matches the sky.

how can i not be giddy and cry and in love with kookie even more 😭 i miss him already.

okay that’s it my heart is so full of emotions rn i need to stop. i hope i don’t bore you out. also, if i interpreted something about the oc wrong, let me know because i want to read and take in this story in the right way :’) aaand i hope you have a great and lovely weekend my love ♡

-🌷

oh tulip anonie you could never bore me out 🥹 reading your asks always make my day better! and seeing someone feel strongly about my works to take their time to write this down truly makes me so happy and grateful <3 i love you lots :"*

reading your thoughts about the breakup made me so sick to my stomach omg… and the quotes. i’m ruined 😭 thinking ab everything they had to go thru in life in general, i still feel so fucking heartbroken for oc. am i sadist for wanting u guys to feel the pain i feel LOL I CAN’T BE ALONE IN THIS!! and idk if anyone noticed this yet but i was foreshadowing in in which jk won’t tell u what’s wrong and u get emotional motion sickness 🫢 oc had the gut feeling y’all. 🥲

istg i wanna hug them so bad and cry together on the bathroom floor 😭 but at the same time i want to go out of there and flick my finger on jungkook’s forehead, hard so there will be a red spot on his forehead (and no, not a lipstick stick stain this time) because look at them! look what you did to my lil bean! 🫵🏻😡

tulip anonie as oc’s #1 protector 🫶🏼 same though i wanted to cry with them too </3

please don’t let this saga continue artemis i’m not your strongest soldier :’) (hshaha don’t take my word. write whatever you want. i love angst, i’m a masochist😀😌)

all u gotta know is i’m a masochist too :p

this is one of my favorite things that i love about oc. one of the best lines they have ever said and you have written. because it represents oc’s soft yet strong personality so much. and because not everyone deserves a second chance. but sometimes, a second chance is all they need, and all they got.

eeekkk this made me so happy. definitely one of my favorite lines too!! soft yet strong describes oc so well 🥹🥹🥹 i love them sm

omg stop. makes me cry happy tears when u guys share stuff like this with me :( wdym u perceive me!! and u think of me fondly!! i love you so much!!

kookie the ever hopeless romantic 🥲🫶🏼

it’s actually fascinating to see different forms of art be interpreted in many ways by the perceivers and even more with my writing so i don’t mind that at all <3 although you already seem to empathize with oc so well and i appreciate that sm :( ily my tulip anonie and i hope the month of july treats you with kindness. thank you for being a light 🌷🌬️

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Can i get a battinson x reader where the reader is kidnapped by the riddler because the riddler is yandere for the reader. He keeps her for months and batman is trying to find the reader but can't. One day he finds the reader and batman captures her because she keeps running away from him but he needs info about the riddler. He tends to her wounds and falls in love with her and asks her to stay. Alfred becomes her dad to and just fluff of him comforting her even though she's scared a lil. TYSM!!

Really really sorry for the long wait! But it's here now <3 I hope you love it, and maybe even turn out as you expected.. :)

This idea was just *chef kiss* ISTG you all have so many beautiful and lovely ideas!

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TW!: Very brutal and maybe a bit graphic? What I mean is breaking bones in detail, and violence if you squint. Gaslighting, manipulation, toxic and abusive "relationship", trauma/panic attack if you squint.

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Note: It's funny I wrote 'Running up that hill' and then Stranger Things S4 came out lmao. I didn't even know about the song until ST 4 came LDAD but now I'm addicted to it.

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ – ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙʟɪꜱꜱ

“My dear..” his voice gave her chills. “Trying to escape again? I taught you better than this,” 

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..” she begged and cried, “I didn’t mean to..” 

‘I just wanted to go home..I just…’ How did it even come to this? How long has it been since she has seen the outside of this bird cage?

He kneels to her eyes level, hand stroking her cheek making her flinch, “I  just wants the best for you, please know that..” 

“You made me do this, this is all for you..” It scared her how his voice was so soft, yet the malice from him was clear.

She prepared for any punishment handed out to her as she begged someone to set her free.

Anyone..

–

“Months, Alfred, months, she has been missing for months. Along with Riddler.” 

Bruce huffs frustrated, “She is a curcial key yet not once has she been seen nor found.”

“Do you really think she might be riddler’s accomplice?” Alfred puts the tea beside him.

“Riddler has no reason to kidnap a person like that, unless to mess with me. But there has been no sign of her, no hostage threats or anything – so there is a slight chance–”

“Well, commissioner Gordon might be a bit of help,”

“What?” 

“He is waiting for you upstairs, it’s about Y/N L/N.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He chugs down the tea, quickly dashing upstairs.

“You never let me get the chance too,” Alfred sighs, following pursuit.

–

Hours has passed and all she felt was numb, tears has dried and the aches semmed to have faded.

She hugged her knees, as she was locked in the room, ankle chanied making her unable to leave. 

Maybe she was doomed to be like this forever? Was this really her fate?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt the taste of despair. But deep down, a small fuel still burned and longed for any chance to run, to get out of here. 

Maybe she should just wait, act like a good girl so he can let his guard down, and then she can strike.

Yet, the toxictiy in her minds seemed to differ. Maybe it was for the best, Gotham is indeed dangerous. She has seen it’s ugly side, and how uglier it can get. Maybe it was indeed the best for her, after all if she is good he won’t harm her. She just need to..

The sound of someone breaking through some doors, could be heard.

‘What..?’ She looks up, ‘What’s happening..?’

Her breathing quickens, it couldn’t be Edward, he was already out for business and wouldn’t come back for awhile. But what if this was some sick morbid joke to make her scared of escaping? To fear the outside, to prove how dangerous and brutal Gotham is?

The sound grew louder, and louder, closer and closer. Until it reached hers.

“Eep!” She coward for a second or two, before quickly thinking of a way to get out here.

“RIDDLER!” the voice booms from the other side. It was deep, it was stern.

“Y/N L/N!” it yells again, trying to bust down the door.

The person behind that door wasn’t riddler, no, his voice was way to deep. 

Then who could it be? 

‘Now is not the time to think about that!’ She scolded as she looked around for a way out.

Was it such a time where she wished Edward was here, just like now? 

Fear and aderline kept rising, it’s a good thing Edward made that door a tad bit stronger, or else they would have busted through that door the second they hitted it.

“...!” 

Her eyes landed on a window beside her, a sense of relief, she scanned around the empty room, looking for some sort of way to break the chains. But to her despair, there was none.

“Y/N!” A hole was made through that door, it won’t last much longer.

Panicked she tried to free herself, yanking at the chains around her ankel in hopes that it would break.

CRACK! 

The sound of a bone breaking could be heard, and she screamed in pain.

The person stopped for a moment, before they continued, much faster and stronger.

The sound of the chains breaking was like music to her ears, and she crawled back towards the window just as the door bursts opened.

The man before her was wearing some sort of suit looking like a bat, his eyes pierving through her.

Gotham is dangerous my dear, there are so many people out there seeking to harm you.

Especially the man in a batsuit.

Don’t trust him, don’t trust any of them.

They just want to harm you, they are no good for you, if only you knew their evil deeds.

It’s ok, I’ll protect you from them.

I love you.

I love you, my sweet little angel.

His sweet whispers of lies sang in her head, eyes starring terrified at the man in the batsuit.

With each steps he took closer to her, the more she back away until she felt the wall hit her back.

The man in the batsuit looked at the chains for a moment, before turning his eyes towards her.

“ Y/N L/N.” He calls out to her.

Y/N looks behind her, noticing she is right under the window, before turning her eyes towards his.

“I believe there is something we need to discuss.”

‘Discuss? is that an excuse to..--’ She didn’t want to think about the last few words.

It’s amazing what a person can do to someone just in a few months. The poison of lies being fed to your brain to the point it becomes the truth.

“I..” Words got stuck in her throat, trembling and having no other choice, she slids out of the window. Afterall she doesn’t want to be in pain anymore, and the damage of the fall will only be temporarily. At least that’s what she told herself.

“...!” The man reaches towards her, hands barely grasping as she fell further down.

“DAMN IT!” He yells, the window was obviously to small for him to slip out like she did, if so, he had to take off his suit – something he can’t afford to do. So, not having much option he dashed to get outside.

Coordinating her body right, she landed on her feets and legs, breaking both of them.

“AAGH!” tears slid down from the unbearable pain, masked with the heavy rain of Gotham.

She had landed in an allyway, and having no choice she dragged her body somewhere.

Somewhere far away from the person, from him.

And it was impressive how far she had gotten that it took a quite a while for the man to catch up until another man stood before her, gun pointing at her.

“Stand–!”

‘Ah, he must have called for back up or some sort…I’m doomed..’

Her breathing became heavy and the man seemed to lower his gun at the sight of her state. Horrified and concerned is a way to decribe his expression.

“You..” He began, but ended at that as he remained speechless as he was probably not expecting this situation, “What the hell did he do to you?”

Bruises, marks, cuts, scars and bandages decorated and littered all over her body.

“Broke me.” She answered a smile on her face despite the tears. 

She felt someone pull against them, knocking her unconscious as she tried to struuggle with all the energy she barely had left.

–

Y/N found herself on the floor as soon as she woke up, trying to crawl, to drag her body away from this unkown place.

With the stone cold walls, it looked like a cave. Yet there wasn’t any dirt nor rocks beneath her, it was actually a sturdy floor.

When she had opened her eyes seconds ago, she was sitting in a hostpital dialysis bed.

Panicked, as memories of the past with Edward kicked in, her first instinct was getting away.

She remembered it, that day when hell had just begun.

–

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” His cheery voice rang in her dizzy state.

“Where..”

“Our home!” He chriped,  Ah, my love at last, I can finally have you all for myself.”

“Nobody is going to take you away from me now...”

Gaining her concious fully she immediatly panicked. She was strapped against a bed-like chair.

“There is no need to panic, no need to fear. I’m here, and only me here..”

He stroked her hair, “And you’re safe here with me, I’ll protect you..”

In a quick movement, she bit his hand making him yank his hand back, backing away a bit.

“How dare you! After all the things I did for you!”

“For me?! How is this for me?! I don’t even know who you are!”

It was stupid the ask him to let her go, she knew it. 

As looking into his eyes, a deep sense of twisted love, no, obsession, painted them – telling her he won’t let her go. Her freedom had been stolen from a single person.

It’s scary how easy it is, with just a flick of hand.

She shut her mouth, fear kicked in at his glare.

What happened? She was so brave a moment ago, but just a gaze like this, she felt chills. 

“There is no helping it, everyone has to learn something right?” His grip around his hand tightened. And she gulped.

First day, the first punishments.

–

“Don’t move.” An icy voice rang, “Unless you want me to tie you down.”

She flinched. And the voice behind her, picked her up and placed her back on the dialysis bed.

Dark brown hair, newly shaved with dark eyeshadow and piercing blue eyes. His body language seemed like someone who is stoic and stern.

And in a weird sense of way, he was handsome. Maybe she would have thought he was more devilishly handsome hadn’t it been for him being her capture.

“Please let me go..” She whispered a plea.

“I will, once I get the information I need from you.” He tended her wounds making her hiss, “So start talking.”

“What information..?”

“About the Riddler,”

Her breathing hitched, “I.. don’t know..”

“You disappeared with him for a few months, and you’re telling me that there’s–” He stopped in mid-sentence. 

It didn’t take a genius like him to understand her expression. Horrified, frightened.

“I didn’t go with him, he..” her breathening quickened, 

‘Oh god what if he founds out I’m here? What would he do? what..’ 

“I need to go..! Please let me go!” She began screaming,

No matter where you run, I’ll always find you, we are meant to be, this is fate..

“If he finds me...if he..”

Trying to run away again? What did I say about this? What did I teach you regarding this?

“Hey, breathe!” His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Seeing her breathing slowing down he began, “He isn’t going to find you, you’re safe here.”

She didn’t utter a word. Tears stained her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I should have known better,”

“It’s nothing.” Her voice was flat.

His lips formd into a thin line as he continued to patch her up, without another word uttered.

–

Bruce.

Bruce Wayne was his name, hiding behind that fearful mask.

He had offered her to stay here in sake of her her safety, to which, without really knowing why. She agreed and accepted it.

Maybe because she feared what would happened if she rejected the offer, considering she was taught to accept. And accept.

But days went by, she felt hostile yet so peaceful, conflicted. 

She hadn’t felt this in awhile.

This safety, this warmth, the tender of his care. But that’s what scared her, having forgotten what it was like, used to the opposite, it didn’t feel safe either.

Y/N strolls through the garden in a wheelchair with Alfred beside her, his butler.

“You got an appointment with the physical therapist next monday.”

“Ah, right. My legs are better now, right?” Her voice was quiet, scared if it was any higher, she would be punished, but despite her wrong doings during her stay, never once was she punished, nor yelled at.

Bruce tone may have been sharp at times, yes, but it had always been like that. And after awhile his tone grew more gentle, learning quickly that sharp tones scares her.

“Sort of, but due to not having walked for days or months, walking and moving your legs would be no simple tasks.”

Y/N laughs at that, “I guess so. Sorry it was stupid.”

“Nothing is stupid, miss.”

She smiles at that, the feeling of reassurance floods in.

Something she had missed. 

Something she used to get from her dad.

But he was no longer here to fill that tasks, nor any of her family members.

In a strange sense of way, Alfred and Bruce was all that she had left now.

“Everything is going to be alright, miss..” Alfred carefully puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Thanks, Alfred..”

They strolled around for a moment, comfortable silence took place.

“It’s pretty…” Y/N suddenly spoke up.

“Do you like them?”

She smiles softly, “Yes, lilies somehow gives me comfort, especially poppies.”

Alfred didn't question it, mumbling out a,

“I see,”

And thus they both stood there in awhile admiring the flowers as the gentle breeze passes by.

–

Soon after, she grew more and more closer to them, feeling more comfortable. 

“Therapy session was great!” Y/N began to tell Bruce on how it went, not only with physical therapy, but with normal therapy as well, as they strolled down the street. Her eyes sparkling so bright, brighter than before.

Bruce felt a ting of warmth soothe through at that. At how lively she looked, at how lovely she looked. Her smile brightens his surrounding, the way her eyes shines –

His sun in life. She was his sun in life. 

And that warmth continued to grow and radiate each day.

As soon as she finishes, Bruce chuckles and ask if he could quickly excuse himself.

Y/N felt nervous, scared, her smile falter.

‘No, no..keep smiling’ He had a strong urge to say it, the thought became intense.

“I’ll be close by, and I’ll be quick.”

She fidgets not answering.

“Y/N look at me,”

“...”

“Please look at me..”

She looks up, meeting his blue orbs.

“Can you believe me when I say it’s safe?” There it was again, his tenderness.

“But what if..”

“He wouldn’t be stupid enough to do it in such a public place like this,”

“He is crazy enough,”

“Okay,” He breathes, “I won’t leave then. We’ll go there together.”

She blinked, “huh?” She didn’t expect for him to give in so easily. Usually he would discuss until earth ended. That was how stubborn he was.

Without an answer Bruce takes the wheelchair, pushing her through the street, the speed was fast.

“Bruce?”

“Bruce!”

Her laughter echoes in his ears, and yet again he felt the warmth seeping through.

He wanted this. Exactly this. Her happiness, for her to stay happy.

It felt like her happiness was also his.

If she’s happy, then so is he.

–

“Here you go,” The florist hands him a boquet of lilies.

“Who are these for?” Y/N felt a sting in her heart, the strange bitterness flooded, they replaced the bliss she just felt a moment ago.

‘Is he seeing someone? I mean he has been out a lot lately, I thought it was because of his jobs. But..what if..’

You and him aren’t meant to be, why are you so disapointed Y/N?

We are meant to be, you and me. 

His voice dugged into her ear, each word filled with venom.

“You?”

“Huh?” Y/N looks taken a back as she snaps out of her trance.

“These are for you,” he hands her the boquet,

“You didn’t know? I have always been gifting you flowers, till now.”

“I-i do, but these are different from the ones you gift me. You usually give me poppies.”

“Ah, I thought a change might do.”

Y/N became silent, and time seemed to stop. The sting and the bitterness washed away.

She felt ease, her cheeks getting warmer. She felt happy, a tender smile plastered on her face. She felt so…

“Thank you, Bruce..”

–

Days, months passes by, yet again like a flash, like a flick of a hand.

She and Bruce grew closer, closer more than anyone else. More than Alfred who filled her role as a father figure.

Her feelings are growing stronger each day, every minute with Bruce, every moments, seconds with him. 

From baking to road trips. 

From road trips to picnics, to a warm day at a beach.

To when she could finally walk. Running up that hill.

She felt so free, so alive. She felt like flying instead of falling.

Flying with him.

And without her knowing, he felt it aswell.

This, this feeling of being alive, to fly high into the sky.

And there were times.

Times where she felt like she was drowning, her past sinking her further down the ocean.

Times where she felt like flying, where she can breahte, where the cold is no longer there.

But, that was what love was – bestowing tough and hard times, but also times where happiness lurks, the feeling of bliss. Together.

Love’s ups and downs –

Together, getting through it together.

“We caught him,” Bruce states, as Y/N cleaned the cut on his cheek after a rough night for him.

“Who?”

“Riddler.”

She flinched, backing slightly away at the mentioning of Edward.

“He..he is…”

“Locked in Arkham Asylum,” Bruce looks up at her, “Are you..”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine…” She moves back, returning to clean his wounds.

“I’m sorry I should have..--”

“It’s fine, Bruce. Thank you for telling me sooner than later.”

He takes a hold of her wrists, old scratches decorated it from the past, when she used it as a coping mechanism when she was scared.

He didn’t know why he did that, he just wanted to. He wanted to..

She stops, time stops. And it just felt it was them, just them.

“What now? What do you want to do now?” He breaks the silence.

Close, they were close. If she leaned a bit in, their lips would have connected.

“I don’t know..but I want to pay him a visit.”

Silence filled the place again.

“Wait, you..”

“No,” She cuts in before he could finish, “I just want to face him, to confront him.”

‘So I can move on,

move on with you’

“And here?” He hesitates. He doesn’t want to hear her reply either, his heart was hammering way to much.

“I..” her breathing hitches.

‘I want to stay,’

You’ll just be a bother.

“I don’t know,” She gives a sad smile, “we’ll see..”

He nods, his throat tightens. 

He let’s go and she pulls away.

Both missing each others warmth.

“I can get the visit permission from them, but are you sure?” 

She packs the first aid kit, “Yeah,” Y/N puts it back on the shelf, “I want to move on. And I believe to do that I need to confront what’s standing in the way, what’s chaining me to the past.” 

She felt someone spin her around, the same warmth emitting from her waist. Calloused hands holding her tightly.

“Time.” He said, “is important when healing, when leaving the past.”

Y/N widens her eyes, stunned and flustered.

Although they were close when she was taking care of his wounds, she still felt like butterflies swarming her stomach. Getting the warmth she craved, she missed a second ago.

Him, he was the cause of this. This emotional rollercoaster,  like a drug, a drug she wanted more of.

Him, his everything, she wanted his everything, the ugly scars and his flawless ones.

“If you jump too quickly before the time, you’re bound to wound again. So I’m asking you again.” he pauses, “Are you sure about this?”

She gulps, her gaze downwards.

Memories of Edward floods in, and yet again she felt like drowning. But with his warmth she was floating again.

Head out of the water, breathing, barely.

What’s holding her back from coming on land? To safety?

She knew, deep down, to be able to swim, to get to land, she needed to let him go.

To let the past go, to confront. Running has been tiring, and it will always appear again, and again – like an evil cycle by him. And she needed to break it, to break from him. The chains, the toxins in her brain, him. 

If she does that then..

She breathes, she looks up at his piercing blue eyes, her hand around his arms.

“I’m sure.”

–

“You’re here..” he lets out like a saviour before him, “you came,”

Y/N silently sat down.

“I’ve been looking for–”

“Edward.” Her voice was cold,

His happy face fell.

“You and I..” 

We are meant to be, you and me.

“Are not meant to be.” A statement, a fact.

She wanted to get this done quickly, to get her point across.

“No, no, no..” Edward shakes his head, “you–”

“You’re delusional.” She didn’t let him finish, “All this pain, all the suffering I had to go through. Blaming myself for just wanting to survive, to live, that I clung to you for that.”

“But it’s not my fault. It’s a human nature.” a smile plastered, but not for him, not for Edward, “and he made me realize that.”

He laughs, “I’m not delusional, Y/N! Open your eyes! He doesn’t love you the way I do, the way I’d do anything to keep you by my side, the way I want you to be happy! You and him are not meant to be. You need me, Y/N, you relied on me back then, what changed? WHAT CHANGED? YOU AND HIM..” He slammed his fists onto the table, clearly the thoughts of Bruce and her was like an oil to the fire.

She shakes her head, numbed,

“You’re sick Edward. I don’t need a sick person like you, but clearly and strangely you need me.”

“Y/N..Angel you don’t understand..”

“There is a difference between doing anything to keep a person by their side and doing anything for their happiness.” She stands up,

“Burn in hell, Edward Nigma, I hope you get the taste of pain I once felt when my freedom was taken away from me.” 

She puts the phone back, leaving as Edward calls out for her.

And maybe, she was cruel to say that. But even so, even if he really was sick, it doesn’t excuse for the hell he had shown her, the hell she felt with him. 

No, it was worse than hell. She would rather be in hell than be with him. Hell was a better place.

Y/N could only wish the same pain, fell upon him as she left the Arkham Asylum, leaving the past behind, and finally moving forward, swimming.

–

Stepping outside she was greeted by the rain. Y/N looks up at the sky, before exiting to the gate.

“How do you feel?” A familiar voice rang in her ear as an umbrella hovered over her head.

She looks up at him, his blue eyes.

“Good..It will take some time, but..” She smiles, “I feel like I can finally move on..”

“That’s good, Y/N, I’m proud and happy for you” Bruce smiles back, a gentle look to him, “Let’s head back before–”

“Bruce..” She interrupts, her breathing shaky.

“Is something wrong?” he grew worried, putting a hand on her shoulder as he looks around for a moment, for any dangers.

And as soon as it seems clear and safe, his gaze went back to her.

“Y/N-” 

Y/N’s lips, wet from the rain, clashed against his dry ones – yet to be touched by the rain.

Time stilled. It was just them now, everyhting else vanished to thin air. A moment where every emotions clashed.

She pulled away, but he pulled her closer – not wanting this moment to end.

Their silence, their movements and the way their eyes said the words, they understood;

The way their heart was beating for each other.

–

Y/N flutters her eyes open as she heards the curtains open.

“Good morning you two,” Alfred greets, “It’s 12’ clock, lunch is downstairs.”

She hears Bruce groan beside her, dragging her down with him as she sat up.

“A little longer..”

“20 minutes or you’ll get leftovers.” Alfred leaves.

“He is really overprotective of you,” Bruce mumbles, “He has known me since I was a kid, yet he lectures me on how to treat you right, thinking somehow I’ll hurt you. I think my back burns everytime he sees us, or me touch you ever since yesterday.”

Y/N laughs turning to face him. Bare chested, his brown hair messy. scratches on his back from the night. He looked so good. A god prehaps? No, 

the devil. He was the devil.

“Well, good morning to you too sir,” She raises an eyebrow, teasing.

He buries his face more against her chest,

“Morning, love.”

“I personally think he is celebrating since yesterday after it was clear we were late and drenched, due to the make out session in the rain.” Y/N strokes his hair, 

“Well it doesn’t matter cause in the end, I’m pretty sure I’m not getting the leftovers, but you are.”

He laughs heartily at that. God that laugh. 

Everything about him, she fell, his laugh, his smile, his everything, 

she fell for him.

And it didn't matter if he was really the devil. She would gladly, go and fall into hell with him – together.

Y/N snakes her hands to cup his face.

“I love you,” She whispered.

“I love you too,” He responded back and kissed –

both feeling such intense bliss.

--

m.list

[terushimooo]

part one | part two

Daichi x Fem! Reader

Ft. Ikkei, Takeda, and Keishin x reader

T/w: yandere, dubcon/noncon elements, noncon pictures, dubcon drugging, somno (touching, grinding, tip insertion), consensual cucking, massive age gap, virgins (everywhere.), voyeurism / public acts, tongue and spit stuff, male masturbation, 18-year-old reader and characters, slight breeding kink, male eating cum from reader

W/c: 10.9k

Summary: Wanting to be closer, Daichi convinces you to try out for the position of Karasuno’s manager. He begs his coaches to consider you as an option, even getting them to allow you to attend an official training camp. But, before they can let you onto the team, the coaches have to make sure you’re a ‘good fit’. You don’t even get the chance to show your qualifications before things take an interesting turn on the bus ride there...

A/n: This is my contribution to the HQHQ NSFW Hard At Work Collab. Thank you so much to everyone for allowing me to participate, and for welcoming me into the server! I know I’m late, but at least it’s not over a month this time! Thank you so much to @rocorambles​ and @haikyooot for being my very sexy beta reader’s <3

This story takes place right before nationals Istg, Daichi is 18, the reader is 18, the rest of the men are old and grizzly.

As always, please be wary of the tags! Be safe with your mental state!

Read at your discretion

“Do you think they’ll like me?”

You sound so uncertain, voice wavering and unsteady, eyes shifty and evasive. With the way you gnaw at your lip, Daichi’s not even sure you’ll have anything left by the time you two arrive at the gym.

The dark-haired man just shakes his head. A small smile stretching across his lips as kind brown eyes take in your barely bundled form. Someone who didn’t know you better might think that your body’s trembling from the cold. After all, that would make the most sense.

Logically, there’s no reason for you to be quivering with fear, to be shaking with anxiety. There’s nothing to be scared of. Not with your protector looming dutifully over your shoulder. Not when he’s always watching, never more than a whimper away.

For as long as either of you can remember, Daichi’s been a constant in your life. The two of you coming as a set, rarely ever seen without the other. That’s just how it is, and how it always should be.

There’s a thick blanket of white covering Miyagi. As the two of you walk through the prefecture, the rhythmic crunching of snow is a soothing consolation for braving the cold.

Based on the way things are playing out, with bundles of snow still toppling from the sky, it only looks to be getting worse.

Daichi finds it all too enchanting, walking with you in the early a.m.’s, gentle flakes of ice melting against his cheeks. The sun still has a long time before it’ll rise, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It is almost romantic the way the two of you wander the night, under the artificial light of the city. Under the pretext of friendship. Daichi loves the way your cheeks heat up in your frazzled state, the way your chattering teeth and scrunched up features give away just how cold you actually are.

He thinks it’s beautiful.

Daichi thinks you share a lot of similarities with these frozen flakes of ice. The way it shines under the light, the way it sparkles as it floats to the ground, and the way it matches your eyes — glimmering with a desperate need for attention and validation.

One look at what you’re wearing has a silent tsk rolling off his tongue. You can’t possibly be comfortable, let alone warm in your school uniform, in a skirt that’s just a little too short for Daichi’s liking…

“Daichi, are you even listening?” Irritation leaks from your voice as you grab onto his left arm. “I’m serious you know. I really want to make a good impression!”

His eyes crinkle just slightly at the edges as a deep chuckle slips past his lips. The little whine in your voice, the flail of your arms — even the way your lip juts out, almost begging to be kissed — it has his heart beating a little stronger, a little faster.

“C’mon,” he teases, “don’t be like that. You know that little act doesn’t work on me.”

Both of you know that’s not true. Not when your perfume wafts gently under his nose, and certainly not when you press your body up against your classmate, your warmth seeping into his own.

You don’t affect him. He says it for you, in hopes of teaching you not to be such a fucking brat. But mostly, he says it for himself. Seeing you like this, hanging off his every word, it stirs up something he’s not quite willing to admit. Something deeper, something darker…

It’s not right.

It’s not enough that the two of you spend practically every waking minute together. He wants more, no, he needs it. It’s why, now, even when you sleep, you’re practically inseparable — swapping houses every other night, so you never have to be apart. You’ve been friends for so long that no one pays it any mind, no one bothers to look any deeper. It’s almost scary how not a single person questions the tight grip, the constant contact, or even the possessive gaze that follows your figure. They just accept it for what it is.

It’s just Daichi. That’s just how he acts.

It’s not enough that you wear his initials around your neck, how could it be? The little chain sparkling daintily around your neck, it can’t possibly portray his love. It’s just simply not good enough. Not when you can take it off, not when you can hide it beneath your clothes.

He wants something more… prominent. Something permanent. Something real.

Daichi doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if he has to. If it will teach people to respect you, to respect his property — then what’s a little pain? What’s a little cut, a little bruise, a little burn, a little tattoo?

It’s not right.

It’s not right and he knows it. But knowledge only means power when you’re willing to change.

If you were to describe Daichi, you’d say he’s constant. He’s tenacious — surging with persistence and fortitude. That’s the reason why you’ll never escape.

You make him feel things so intensely. Things he’s never experienced with anyone else. You’ve always been friends, forcefully thrown together since childhood. But now, as the two of you have grown older, it’s so much more.

Daichi loves you with all his heart, and he knows you love him too…

So why did he see you talking to another classmate. Another male classmate at that? How come he caught you laughing at someone else’s joke, someone who wasn’t himself?

It’s only natural for the two of you to end up together, that’s what everyone says… so why not just speed up the process? No one would mind if he took you away, if he filled you with his cock, if he fucked his cum into your cute little womb.

Whether or not you like it? Well, the thought’s never even crossed his mind. Not when he knows how much you love him. Not when he knows how you would do anything for him.

You say it all the time, almost every night as you drift off to sleep. So why should he question your loyalty. Why should he question your consent? He doesn’t need to when he knows he already has it.

Besides, you can’t leave if you’re carrying his baby. You wouldn’t.

It’s just not you.

And no one knows you better than Daichi. It’s an undeniable truth. No one else can take care of you, not like he can. Not the way you deserve. After all, he’s the only one who’s spent their life dedicated to you — in the ways it really matters. Daichi plans to make that common knowledge, known to everyone who so much as catches a glimpse of your perfect figure — starting with himself.

Daichi knows that realistically, he’ll do whatever it takes, crossing every line, every boundary, every law — if only you’d just give him a sign, a purpose.

But he doesn’t have time to wait around. He doesn’t have time to let you come to him. Not anymore. Not when you’re leaving next year to study in Tokyo. Not when he’s staying here to pursue his career in law enforcement. He won’t be away from you, he can’t.

That’s why he’s forced you into this, convincing you to come with him, through the chill of winter, at this ungodly hour. It’s why he bribed you into attending his training camp, to try out for the position of manager.

When Daichi first broached the topic, you’d laughed directly in his face, almost collapsing with hysterics. You’ve never even played volleyball. You hardly ever do more than just casually watch. To say you’re underqualified is a massive overstatement. But Daichi’s convinced that somehow, you’ll make the perfect manager.

You have to.

A captain needs a manager, and Daichi needs you.

This year, his final year, the Karasuno boys Volleyball team’s finally made the cut. They’ve finally risen from the ashes, once again taking to the skies. It feels so fucking gratifying to rule the court, to ditch the name of “Fallen Crows”.

And whilst he’s completely overjoyed and absolutely ecstatic with the sudden change, it means dedication — a dedication he’s never had to give before. It means hours of rigorous training, endless cram school, and absolute devotion. But most importantly, it means spending less and less time with you. And that’s something he simply cannot tolerate.

Daichi absolutely refuses to let you slip away. He refuses to let you drift off into your own path — to have you discover what’s best for you. There is no I, and there are no individual needs — not when it comes to the two of you. Not when it comes to your relationship. It’s why he’s so insistent on having you becoming his manager, even though nationals are just a few weeks away and his volleyball career is coming to an end.

He tried sticking it out, simply waiting for the season to finish, but you've been acting so different lately. You’ve been acting so coy.

Are you trying to make him jealous? Or are you just being a slut?

Either way, he shakes his head, he can’t spend any more time away from you. He has to have you around, at all times. To watch over you, to keep you safe, to keep you in line, to keep you from growing apart… It’s why he got down on his hands and knees, grovelling at his coaches’ feet, promising them months worth of chores and errands — if only they’d give you a chance.

To Daichi, no sacrifice is too big when it comes to love. Given the right circumstances, he’s more than confident that he would do anything for you — regardless of moral integrity and societal guidelines.

It only makes sense.

It’s only right.

But it’s not right, and it’s not natural. Daichi’s feelings are twisted, uncontrollable, and perverse.

These moments of reflection are the reason why he’s doing this. It’s the reason why he’s shifting away from you, gently tugging his arm from your grasp. It’s why he’s so desperate to hide the not-so-subtle bulge beginning to tent in his pants.

You pout, hands tugging playfully at his sleeve, voice dripping with honey. “What’s wrong?”

Daichi just rolls his eyes, a large breath of frozen air huffing past his lips as he turns his gaze towards you. You raise your eyebrow in question as he shakes his head.

“It’s too early,” he tells you, pausing to formulate a response. You can only guess it goes unsuccessfully based on the words that slip from his mouth. “I can’t think right now. Just act like yourself and it’ll all be fine. They’ll like you.”

“Wow,” you scoff, releasing his sleeve and crossing your arms over your chest. “Thanks for the advice, dad.”

Daichi almost trips at your comment, nearly stumbling face-first into the snowbank.

“D-dad?” His voice is full of shock, eyes wide with surprise. It’s not unwelcome. No, it’s quite the opposite. He just has to check. He just has to be sure.

“Yeah…?” You answer, brows furrowed, and face scrunched with annoyance. “If you’re gonna give me such dad advice, then that’s what I’m going to call you.”

If not for the winter chill, you might laugh at the way his cheeks flush from your insult. For once in his life, Daichi’s grateful for his blandness, for his dry sense of advice. He thinks it’s good that you’re getting used to this, that you’re already calling him dad. It’ll make the transition easier. It won't be long before that name holds weight to it, before he finally earns the title.

With hands stuffed deep into your pockets, you struggle to keep up with your companion. Originally, you’d tried to get him to slow down, to maintain some semblance of discussion. But after a few missed attempts at conversation, you decide to call it quits. It’s obvious to you, by the quick pace and the stern look in his eyes, that Daichi’s way too caught up in his own thoughts to entertain yours.

You suppose it only makes sense. It’s a big day for him — a big week. He’s got more important things to think about than you…

By the time you two arrive at the school, you’re completely out of breath. Daichi likes to make fun of you, nudging playfully at your lack of fitness — but you never claimed to be an athlete. Unlike Daichi, you don’t thrive off beating your body to a pulp.

It’s a little eerie.

Coming here so early, wandering the dark, uninhabited campus. You’ve never seen it like this, and honestly, you hope you’ll never have to again. If Daichi notices your unsteady gait, or the nervous shake of your legs, he doesn’t say a word. And for what it counts, his actions and his confidence help to slightly ease your mind.

A distant crash has you jolting back, a small yelp rushing past your lips as you hide yourself behind the volleyball captain. Instinctively, you clutch the fabric of his jacket in your mitted fists, pressing your body tightly against his. You don’t think much of it, it’s just a reflex. Of course you’d latch on to Daichi, there’s no other option.

But to the stoic captain, it’s so much more than that. Pride wells in the base of his chest knowingly that subconsciously, you look to him for protection.

When you peer around his shoulder, warning Daichi in a frantic frenzy to be careful of the supernatural forces rumoured to hide throughout school grounds, the dark-haired man just chuckles. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he reasons. “It’s likely just a custodian, maybe even that stray cat we saw the other day.”

You squint your eyes in skepticism before huffing away in a feeble attempt to hide your embarrassment. You’re not too convinced by his words, but objectively, you know he’s right… You’d rather die than admit it though.

“I’m not afraid,” you retort, “I’ve just got good reflexes. It could’ve been a mugger or something really scary, you know?”

Daichi hides a wide smile behind a gloved hand. “Alright,” he chuckles. “If you say so.” His tone is filled with playful disbelief, and while you know he’s not being malicious, your pride drives you to pull out in front of him. To charge on blindly ahead. You're overcome with the sudden need to prove you’re not the baby he thinks you are.

But much like all good things in life, your misguided attempt at bravery is only met with blinding disappointment.

You almost cry as you turn the corner, as you come crashing into a six-foot wall of muscles. You open your mouth to apologize, but you can only manage a deep-rooted yelp as flighty eyes meet dark, heavily bagged browns. You don’t get a good look at the figure in front of you, but you honestly don’t want to. From what you did see, you know that you’re terrified.

Pale skin, harsh shadows, long, unkempt, unruly hair… There's only one thing this could be. Some kind of materialized— “Ghost...!”

If you weren’t so scared, you might’ve screamed. That seems like the logical thing to do. Instead, all that comes out is a frazzled whimper before you’re tumbling back, slipping on the ice, and falling directly into Daichi’s arms. With your head buried deep into his chest, and your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, you beg for him to make it go away, to fight off this hideous demon. When Daichi doesn’t make a move, you silently plead with the creature, with your voice muffled by fabric, that you’re not nearly as tasty as he thinks.

The next few moments pass by in a flurry of embarrassment, for you, and for the tall figure behind you. Daichi’s laugh and the shake of his gut is the only thing you focus on as your face starts to heat up with confusion.

When you ask him why he’s laughing, a tiny fist pounding on his chest, he simply tells you to turn around, to look at this so-called ghost.

When you do, with the help of Daichi’s hands forcing your head in the right direction, you can’t say you’re any less afraid. In front of you is still that tall, scruffy-looking figure. But the longer you look, the more familiar he becomes. With a few more blinks, and the profuse, almost indiscernible apologies spilling from the giant’s lips — you realize your mistake.

You’re not sure who’s more embarrassed by this whole situation, you, or Asahi.

“Please,” he pleads, hands clasped tightly in front of his face. “I didn't mean to scare you! It’s just the lighting, or the hair. I was in a real rush this morning; I swear I’ll never wear it like this again!”

The two of you enter a dialogue of repetitive, desperate apologies. Both of you are eager to put this situation behind you, but not before reliving the trauma in a cringe-worthy series of hand motions and deeply apologetic bows.

The three of you must’ve been louder than you thought because in a matter of minutes, a man you recognize as Daichi’s best friend, Sugawara, comes barrelling around the corner. He squints his eyes with his hands on his hips, quickly assessing the situation and demanding an explanation. It’s not hard to put the pieces together, not when he’s known you and the other two boys for as long as he has.

Before you can even try to defend yourself, Daichi’s already speaking up. “It’s alright, Suga,” a residual laugh bubbling from his chest as he recalls the story. “We were just about to head over. Asahi just gave our little one quite the fright. She thought he was a ghost.”

You jump in, desperate to defend yourself. “But I—his face—that crash—”

“The crash? That was just Nishinoya, our libero.” The silver-haired man shrugs off your concern with a small smile before glancing down at his watch, brows furrowing as he reads the time.

“Let’s go,” he motions with his hands. “We don’t want to be late. I doubt the coaches would wait, not with the mood coach Ukai’s in.”

As Daichi drags you behind him, with his hand tightly clenched around yours, you think back to Suga’s words, about how their coach is in a mood. Part of you wants to back out, to tell Daichi that it’s not the right time. You’ve already made a bad impression with your tardiness; you can try again another time. It’s not too late… It’s too bad that Daichi knows you better than that. He’s not blind to the way you’ve tensed up, to the way you’ve drawn into yourself.

That’s why he’s taken your hand so tightly in his, it’s why he refuses to slow down or ease up his grip. This is the way it has to be. He’s not doing this for himself. He’s not even doing it for you. He’s doing this for the concept of ‘us’.

When the three of you arrive at the gym’s rear entrance, the large bus is just about done being filled with the team's luggage. Knowing you’d be late and forgetful, Daichi took the liberty of leaving both his and your bags with the coaches ahead of time. Something you make sure to thank him for.

Scanning the group of boys gathered just off to the side of the bus, you recognize almost all of them. You might even be able to list them off by name if you really tried. They greet you with a series of mixed responses. Some happy and bursting with energy, some with disdain, and others just indifferent. You just give them a small wave. You don’t need to be any more stressed out, you just need to relax. That’s what Daichi tells you before he’s standing in front of you, blocking the path to and from his teammates.

In all of the chaos, there’s just one man you don’t recognize, one man that makes your legs start to tremble.

You almost miss the obvious social cue, the deep bows of respect that both Daichi, and his two teammates present to this older man. There’s nothing surprising about him. He isn’t weird or out of the ordinary. The man in front of you is average in height with a short grey hair and a tiny beard on his chin to match. Despite the deeply etched wrinkles, and the clear sun-worn skin, he appears to be well-built and athletic.

So why is it that you can’t look away? Why is it that this man has such a hold over you?

It’s only when Daichi clears his throat, tugging gently on your sleeve, that you heat up with embarrassment. You cringe internally as you bow to your senior. Your initial impressions just seem to be getting worse.

When the three of you rise, Daichi introduces the man as Ukai Ikkei, the old coach of Karasuno, the man who led the crows to their first National Tournament. You’ve heard a lot about him, it would be impossible not to, not when he was Daichi’s first serious coach. You remember the rumours, the strict and brutal training routines, the bruises that would litter Daichi’s skin. Last you heard, his old coach had collapsed from exhaustion, having to be hospitalized for his frailty. So that raises the question, what is he doing here?

As if reading your mind, Daichi answers your question. “Old coach Ukai is just here to oversee our team’s training camp. He’s here to point out things that our current coach or Takeda-sensei might miss.”

You nod with understanding, never once taking your eyes off the older man in front of you. As the smells of cigarettes grow stronger, Daichi points out the current coaches, Ukai Keishin and Takeda Ittetsu. Keishin isn’t too pleased to be here, certainly not at this hour, with this group of people. His tone is bitter and confrontational as he tries to rope in the first years, rubbing a hand angrily over his face. But then he sees you, and that’s when the dynamic really starts to change.

Unlike his older counterpart, the faux blonde — who you learn is his grandson — shamelessly runs his eyes over your body. You look to Daichi for help, almost expecting him to tell the older male off — but he doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t even notice, too engrossed in the pep talk being given by Takeda-sensei, much like the rest of his teammates, unable to pick up on anything else.

When it’s Keishin’s turn to speak, he and his grandfather seem to be constantly bickering. Most of the conversation is lost on you, but in the end, the younger reluctantly admits that the team is really lucky to have such an asset on their side. An asset you all should make use of…

It’s obvious that you’re uncomfortable, Daichi can feel the way you not-so-subtly tug at his arm, the way you try to slip your hands together, fingers wiggling desperately to be intertwined with his. But Daichi ignores it, shoving his hand into his pocket, blaming your wandering touch on your anxiety and nerves. And maybe he’s right. Maybe it is just nerves… But there’s something off about the way old coach Ukai stares you down, cold eyes subtly raking down your body.

If not for the tug of your sleeve, you could’ve stayed frozen forever. “Come on,” Daichi teases, “you don’t want to get left behind, do you?” His smile is contagious, and you can’t help but mirror it back as he finally takes your hand, and leads you onto the bus behind him.

Daichi’s responsible, hardworking, and feels a strong sense of accountability. Both for his team, his life, and for you. It’s one of the many things you love about Daichi. But in this moment, as you scan the relatively empty bus, you start to think it’s more of a flaw.

No one wants to sit at the front of the bus; that’s where all the coaches are, where all the no-fun, buzzkill adults go to stew. It just so happens that’s exactly where Daichi sits, just adjacent to the two coach Ukais’. As you plant yourself next to Daichi, body pressing tightly against his, he couldn’t be happier.

You whisper in his ear, begging him to let you two move, begging him to let you sit with people your own age. Or at the very least, to let you sit by the window — away from the coaches who make you feel so… uncomfortable. But Daichi just shakes his head. He says you have too big of an imagination. He says you need this, that this is a good opportunity to get comfortable with the coaches. It’s the perfect chance to settle your nerves.

The way you instantly resist, begging the captain to reconsider — it only reinforces his ideals. You know you’ve lost the battle when he opens his bag and pulls out an eye mask. Daichi raises his eyebrows, almost begging you to challenge him. When you don’t, just sticking out your lip in a feeble pout, he slides the padding over his eyes with a soft smile.

As the bus pulls out of the school's parking lot, you sigh in defeat. You try your best to ignore the lingering chills running up your spine. But it’s impossible when you feel eyes roaming every inch of your body. In sheer panic, you can’t help the glances you sneak over to the coach's seat.

You feel a little silly, the two aren’t even looking in your direction. To be fair, why would they? Not even Takeda-sensei, who’s sitting right in front of you, is paying you any mind. He’s never even spared a glance in your direction, either directly, or through the rearview mirror.

Instead of the travelling eyes and tented pants you all but convinced yourself there’d be, all you see is two adults arguing over who would get to use the younger man’s phone.

There’s no reason for you to feel nervous…so why can’t you shake the deep sense of dread pooling in your gut? That creeping feeling, the shivers running down your spine? You must have just been imagining it…

The only one with malicious intent, is you. You’re the one conducting wild stories and allegations of misdemeanours, and you’re the one making things weird. So, in the end, just like Daichi said, you guess this will be good for you… This is good for you.

A little discomfort is nothing if it helps bring a smile to your captain’s face.

After the first fifteen minutes, the bus becomes abnormally silent — at least for one filled with teenage boys. As the streetlights flash past your eyes, the only sounds in the vehicle are the rattles of the engine and the snores of the team. A quick glance behind your seat brings a soft smile to your face. It’s such a change to see these normally high-energy boys finally still with exhaustion.

Most of the ride is spent this way. With the team fast asleep and the coaches muttering silent game plans to themselves. You on the other hand spend most of the bus ride gazing out the window, head resting gently against Daichi’s shoulder. Every now and then you get this feeling, this sense of nausea bubbling deep in your gut, an inkling of being watched. But every time you look around, every time your eyes dart around the bus, there’s nothing. It’s all in your mind…

As the bus continues to travel, over the various bumps and cracks of the worn-down roads, you find yourself lulled into a drowsy state, into a deep state of sleep.

The click of a camera is what jolts you awake. That and a flash of white. You let out a strangled gasp as you rub the sleep from your eyes, gaze darting around trying to put two and two together, trying to get a feel of your surroundings.

The first thing you notice is the way your thigh is propped on top of Daichi’s. The way your legs are spread open, a cool breeze brushing against your overly exposed skin. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you notice the way your skirt has been lifted. It’s high, a little too high.

Somehow, the soft fabric has been pushed up your thighs, resting in a bunch against your stomach. It’s impossible to miss the way your position leaves you vulnerable, both your pulled aside panties, and your puffy little cunt on full display.

The only thing that makes matters worse is when you lift your eyes, when they meet soft browns in the rearview mirror of the bus. You stare in shock as Takeda-sensei never once breaks eye contact, sweat beading off his forehead as he punches his glasses further up onto his face. You only come back to your senses, squeezing your legs shut with a yelp as the faculty advisors’ eyes drop down in the mirror, gaze lowering to catch a glimpse of what’s between your legs.

You don’t even know how it happened, how your panties managed to slip aside, how your skirt somehow hiked its way up your thighs. Could all that really just have been from subconsciously propping your leg upon Daichi’s?

A groan from beside you is almost completely tuned out as you frantically whip your head around, desperate to see if anyone else saw.

“What’s wrong?” Daichi lifts his eye mask, voice groggy with exhaustion. You don’t answer, eyes searching wildly to find out where the flash and click of the camera came from.

But there’s nothing.

Aside from Takeda, everyone else is asleep. Everyone except the elderly, dead to the world bus driver, of course. Looking up into the mirror, you’re not even sure the faculty advisor was even awake to begin with. Now all you see is the sleeping reflection of the dark-haired man, paired with a stream of drool leaking from the side of his mouth. You’re startled by this revelation.

The camera you thought you heard, the flash you thought you saw? There’s nothing here to indicate any sort of foul play. Looking to your right. The only thing you see is both Ikkei and Keishin drifted off into a deep sleep, the older one clasping a phone in his arthritic fist. It couldn’t have been him who took your picture though. Not when he’s fast asleep, music blaring from his headphones and heavy snores sounding from his body. It couldn’t have been Ikkei, not when just earlier, he couldn’t even figure out how to turn the device on.

You rub your eyes, in a last-ditch attempt to piece things together. You don’t understand what’s happening. Could you really be imagining these things?

A gentle tap to your shoulder has you jolting back in shock. Daichi tilts his head and furrows his brows in concern. “Everything alright?”

You shake your head. “I’m not sure I can do this Daichi…”

Warm hands cushion your face and soft lips press against your forehead. “Yes. You can. I know you can.” His voice is filled with reassurance. “I need you here. With me, by my side.” Daichi pulls back as he searches your eyes. “You understand, don't you?”

You nod your head, heart beginning to calm as he rubs gentle circles into your burning cheeks.

You’re just tired. That’s what you tell yourself as you swallow down the bile building at the base of your throat.

You’re just nervous. It only makes sense with so much riding on the line, with how much Daichi expects from you. Nothing’s wrong, not when he’s here to watch over you. You should know that by now.

Who can you trust if not your oldest friend, if not your greatest protector?

You close your eyes as he praises your obedience. “That’s my good little girl.”

Daichi whispers soft reassurances as he runs a hand running through your hair. “You’ll go back to sleep for me, right?”

You want to say no, you want to shake your head in defiance… But how can you when he wraps his arms around you, when he smothers you up in his soothing scent? Daichi turns your body to bring your legs across his, gently rubbing his hand along the expanse of your thighs in slow, soothing motions.

You hum out in protest as he moves his hands away, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a bottle of familiar pills. “Daichi…” you start, nervousness leaking from your voice. “I don’t, I don’t need those anymore.

“Shhhh,” he coos. “I know. I know you don’t. But I do.”

You raise your brows in confusion, a nervous sweat building on your brow. “W-what?”

“You’ve been so stressed lately, with school, with work, and now with this.” His voice is calm as he slowly articulates each word. “I know you haven’t been getting enough rest. It would make me feel so much better if I knew my precious little girl was well taken care of, if she was in her best condition. If she was on her best behaviour…” He waits for your reaction. “Do you think that you’re on your best behaviour right now?” His tone gives you the answer. He doesn’t even need to say it. You know you're not. You’ve been so nervous, so jumpy… Everything you know that makes Daichi mad.

You turn your gaze away from his, choosing instead to focus on the hem of your skirt, on the panties you still haven’t pulled back into place…

“Please,” he insists, bottle rattling as he twists open the cap and pours a single tablet into his palm. “Just one. Just for me.”

“But Daichi,” you plead, “I can sleep on my own now. I don’t need your help—”

You almost cringe at the dark frown that overtakes his features, at the tight grip he places on your thigh once the bottle is safely back inside his bag. You realize your mistake almost as soon as you’ve said it. Your eyes widen and your face blanches with fear. “That’s not what I meant!”

You expect to be told off, to immediately be reprimanded for your carelessness, for your poor choice of words. You flinch backwards, almost throwing yourself off his lap as a hand reaches up towards your face.

Instead, all you receive is sad eyes and a deep sigh.

“Don’t you see?” He questions, voice heavy with exhaustion. “This,” he motions to your trembling form, “is exactly why you need my help, why you need this.”

Daichi holds up the pill between his thumb and his finger. He says it’s a sleeping pill, and realistically, you know you have nothing to fear. It’s not like you’re new to this. You’ve had these sleeping pills before. You just don’t like the way they’ve been making you feel as of late. You don’t like the way you wake up dishevelled, clothes often stained and a mess. Daichi says it’s because you're so restless in bed, always rolling around and spilling lotions from the bedside table. He says he tries his best to keep them away, but sometimes it can’t be helped when you’re thrashing around.

You suppose he’s right. You have no reason not to believe him…

But you don’t want to take it. You don’t want to lose control like that, to potentially embarrass yourself in front of everyone here. Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Daichi is quick to reassure you that everything will be okay, that he’ll stay awake and make sure you don’t do anything inappropriate.

Just like always, Daichi will take care of you.

What choice do you have but to listen, to nod your head in agreeance. Every protest you have is met with an instant rebuttal, a perfectly thought-out reason as to why you’re wrong. Eventually, you have nothing left to protest.

“Open up,” he says, slowly lifting the pill to your puffy lips. When you hesitate, Daichi’s voice loses its softness and gains a harsher edge. “I said, open up.”

It’s clear that words aren’t enough, so Daichi’s forced to make things physical. You gasp as he uses his free hand to grip your thigh tighter, painfully squeezing at your flesh. You cry as he slips his finger past your lips, pushing the small pill to the back of your mouth. You gag as you feel it against your throat, desperately wanting the foreign objects out of your mouth.

“Stop before I make you.” He bites out his warning angrily as you squirm around on his lap. “Close your mouth and take it.”

A damp sweat begins to build on your brow as you think of the ways he could punish you, as you think of the ways he could embarrass you. His tone and the bruising grip on your leg leave no room for negotiation. You stop struggling, gently wrapping your lips around his finger.

“Good girl,” he praises, harsh eyes meeting your own. “Now suck, and swallow.”

Your face heats up at his words, eyes dashing around to see if anyone heard the degrading words spilling from their captains lips.

A tsk rolls off Daichi's lips as you move your attention elsewhere, away from him. The longer you’re awake, the less patience he has. In a fit of irritation, Daichi takes his free hand and clasps your chin between his thumb and finger. You wince at the pressure, eyes pleading for him to be more gentle. You find no such mercy as he turns your head, forcing you to once again meet his gaze. Daichi brings his lips to brush against your ear, voice coming out harshly against the sensitive flesh.

“I said, suck. And swallow.”

When you still don’t listen, Daichi digs his nails into the plush of your thigh. “Don’t be such a brat.”

At the searing pain, you arch your back and moan out around his digit. Afraid of the consequences, you choose to obey. When he feels the suction and the swallowing motion of your mouth, he releases your leg. Only when he sees your throat bob with spit does he run a soothing hand over the injuries he inflicted.

Tears prickle your eyes as he presses his finger roughly against your tongue, opening your mouth obscenely wide. “Good girl,” he coos, satisfied that you chose the easy path.

Your jaw begins to ache as he prods around your mouth, thoroughly searching for any trace of disobedience, any sign of a little white pill. When he doesn’t find any, you think that you’re done, you think you’re finally able to rest. With his hand no longer gripping your chin, and his finger no longer lodged in your mouth, you give your jaw a good stretch before closing it with a snap.

But it doesn’t end there.

Things like this can’t be easily overlooked. A pill hidden underneath a tongue, somewhere his finger can’t reach. Daichi has to be thorough, he has to be sure. That’s why he presses his lip against yours. It’s why he wraps his hand tightly at the base of your neck, and it’s why you willingly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to roam freely.

He knows you don’t like this. You never do. But you know better than to resist.

You’re smarter than that.

Daichi says it’s the only way to properly check if you’ve taken your medication, and you believe him. Whenever you’ve been sick, completely bedridden, and unable to move, Daichi’s always been the one to take care of you. You simply don’t know any other way, or any different solutions. This is how it’s always been between you two, and you’ve always gotten better. That must mean it works. It must mean it’s right.

Besides, there’s nothing romantic about this kiss. He’s not taking advantage of you.

There’s nothing romantic about the way he plunges his tongue underneath yours, the way he runs it across your teeth, moaning loudly against your lips…

That's what you tell yourself, but the trembling of your body tells a different story. Subconsciously, you can’t help the way you melt into his touch, the way your thighs rub together, desperate for any kind of fiction. It’s almost embarrassing how worked up you’re getting, especially knowing that Daichi is just doing this to make sure you’re healthy, to make sure you’re taking your medicine properly.

He’s just a friend.

When he’s angry, he sometimes calls you a whore. And while it hurts, you never get angry, you never get upset. It’s because at times like this, when you feel the slick beginning to build between your legs, you have to admit, Daichi’s always right.

Only whores would get wet from sitting in their best friend’s lap, from having a finger and pill shoved deep in their mouth. And only whores would think of fucking their friend after such a platonic kiss — if you can even call it that.

You feel guilty for the way your body responds. You think it’s dirty and disgusting. But no matter how hard you try; you can’t seem to pull yourself away. Not that Daichi would let you. Everything you do is because he wants you to, even if you'll never realize that.

If Daichi notices the way your body reacts, he doesn’t say a thing. It’s an act he knows you’re grateful for. You’re much too shy to ever admit to liking something like this, something so filthy.

So instead of bringing it up, or rubbing his fingers along your leaking little cunt, he just deepens the kiss, lips smacking roughly against yours as he searches for a pill he won’t find.

When he pulls away, you’re seeing stars. A fat glob of spit connects the two of your mouths. You watch as it breaks, swinging off to drip down your chin. Daichi’s gently huffing while your lungs pant heavily with exhaustion. He finds it adorable, the way he affects you, the way you’re left desperately trying to catch your breath.

Your heart beats frantically as Daichi leans towards you. You almost think he’s going to kiss you again. But instead, he dips lower, his tongue outstretched as he runs it along your skin. You shiver as he drags the muscle up your neck and onto your chin, lapping up the spit dripping from your mouth, and pulling pack to gather up more within his mouth.

You know what’s coming before he even says a word. Just like the good girl that you are, you sit there, eyes glazed with lust, and mouth open wide for your punishment.

Daichi wells with pride. If only you behaved like this all the time. So good, so obedient.

Loud moans leave your throats as Daichi roughly tilts your head back, as he leans over your open mouth. The two of you never break eye contact as a thick glob of your combined spit drips from his mouth, and onto your outstretched tongue.

It’s an intimate notion, one that far surpasses this idea of friendship that you carry so deep within your heart. But you never question it, you just know that it’s right.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck as your eyes begin to droop. Daichi continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you that everything’s going to be alright. You don't have to be scared, there’s no reason for you to act like this — not when he’s here.

But despite all of his soft and gentle words, Daichi’s absolutely fuming. He was less than pleased with your behaviour today. Running late, insulting his friends, insulting his coaches — and telling him you don’t need him anymore. He doesn’t like that you’ve been acting out, not like this, not right now. Do you not understand how important this is?

In order to become a manager, you have to make a good impression on not one — but three of his coaches.

After everything he does for you, this is how you repay him? By acting like a scared little schoolgirl? By shrinking away from the most important people in his life right now?

You’re far from the image of confidence and grace, something that has Daichi grinding his molars in frustration. The only thing that makes it tolerable is the fact that Yachi’s worse.

Maybe he’s been too kind to you, and maybe he needs to teach you a lesson. And maybe that lesson has to start now.

Daichi gently prods at your form, shaking your shoulders to check for any kind of response.

“Are you awake, princess?”

Nothing… no response. Just the smooth rise and fall of your chest. Daichi reaches his hand between your legs, slowly spreading your meaty thighs as he lifts you onto his lap.

A loud moan leaves his lips as he feels your weight against his cock, as he feels the plush of your ass rubbing against him with every bump of the bus. He’s careful to lift the hems of your skirt, gently tucking them into the top band of the article.

Daichi’s voice is rough and raspy as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, as he holds your hips in a bruising embrace. “You’re such a tease, you know that right?”

Daichi moves his hand up the flesh of your thighs, resting it gently against the puffy folds of your cunt. “Fuck,” he bites, fingers already soaked with your juices. You cry out as he slaps his fingers roughly against your clit, your sleep-induced brain just barely comprehending what’s happening. “You’re such a little slut, getting wet for daddy like this.”

When all you do is groan, shifting erotically in his lap, he knows you like this. He knows that you’re ready, he knows that you want this. It’s what spurs him to lift your body, to slip down his track pants and boxers, and to let his throbbing cock slap gently against your drooling pussy.

You shiver as he taps his cock against your sensitive clit, as he runs its length against your cunt. He can almost imagine being inside of you, of fucking the disobedience out of you.

Daichi's breath begins to hitch as the thick, dark head of his cock presses gently against your hole, as it slowly starts to disappear inside you.

His eyes start to well as you tighten around him, as he fuck you with just the tip of his cock. Daichi’s arms are shaking, begging him to let you go, to let you fall all the way onto his throbbing cock. Every time his leaking head presses against your hymen, he practically cums. As Daichi continues to thrust, in short, painfully controlled motions, he’s desperate just to take you, to make you bleed, to make you fucking cum all over his desperate cock.

But he can’t. He won’t.

The first time between you two will be different, it’ll be romantic. It won’t be on some scuffed-up bus with his whole team behind him, and it won’t be when you're deep in the clutches of unconsciousness.

He’ll have you pleading for his cock, begging for him to fuck you bare — to fill you with his fucking seed.

Daichi’s panting, almost crying out, as he lifts you off his cock, as he lets it bounce against his abdomen. His cock angrily throbs against nothing, desperate to be deep inside your dripping heat.

His only relief is when he slouches over, when he places your cunt against his fattened along cock, and when he fucks you back and forth along the ridge of his shaft.

Daichi throws his head back in pleasure as he runs his fingers up and down your slick, tilting your head back with his other hand. “I bet you wanted this,” he moans against your ear, “I bet you wanted me to punish you like this. Always such a fucking brat. Always pushing daddy’s patience.”

Daichi wraps a hand tightly around your throat as he shifts his hips to alleviate the pressure, as he fucks his cock against your tight little ass.

“Look at you,” he groans, feeling his balls pulse with pleasure. “Letting me fuck you like this, on this dirty fucking bus.”

“You, you like this?” He can barely even articulate his words as he pants and moans against your trembling form. “Coming undone like, like a whore, fuck—panties already soaked, pushed to the side, for easy access—”

“You wanted this, fuck—! You wanted me hard, you wanted to fucking blueball me all day. Is that what this was?” Daichi wraps his hand tighter around your throat. “That’s not going to happen, you little brat!” he cries out, biting back his words as he continues to grind against your supple body. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over this cute little pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His body convulses at the words, and the way you seem to know what he’s saying — even in your sleep.

Daichi pauses, ripping his cock out from under you, using his callused hand to furiously pump his length. The bus is filled with his heavy breath, with deep grunts as he fucks his fist, as precum splashes all over your heated skin.

“I’m gonna cum—!” Daichi’s practically crying at this point, body shaking with pleasure. His fat cock just barely fits in his hand as it angrily throbs, as it leaks all over his fingers.

“Fuck baby, please! Please, please, please—” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, he just knows that he needs you.

He needs to know that you want this, that you want him.

He’s so fucking desperate.

“I need to cum! Please let me!” His strangled cries fill the otherwise silent bus. He just barely registers that the coaches are awake, that Ikkei’s palming his cock, eyes never leaving your pretty little cunt. Unknown to Daichi, Ikkei’s been recording the whole scene, just meters away with his grandson's phone.

Your strangled moans are the permission Daichi needs. Within a matter of seconds, he’s violently exploding all over his hand, and all over your pretty little cunt. Hot ropes of cum splash across your puffy little lips and he rides out his high, hot breath heaving over your sensitive skin.

When Daichi finally regains his composure, tucking his cock back into his pants, he takes a moment to admire his work. He loves the way you look, mouth hung open from exhaustion, cunt dripping and covered with his cum. He knows you’re unsatisfied, that you still need to cum. Your ass wiggles desperately against his crotch, begging for something you don’t even know you need. A lazy smile spreads across his lip as he brings his fingers to your core, spreading his cum across your pretty little cunt. Making sure to pay close attention to your hardened nub.

The splotches on your panties and skirt are sure to stain, but Daichi thinks you look best like this. And he’s not the only one.

A quiet whimper squeaks out from the seat in front of you two and Daichi raises his brows, gaze lifting to the rearview mirror. He smirks at the sight in front of him, knowing that you’re the reason for such a dirty perversion.

Takeda sits with his legs wide open, sweatpants just low enough for his cock and balls to comfortably rest against the top. His face is red and dripping with sweat as he gasps for air. All the while he furiously pumps at his aching, swollen cock. The purple head leaks with globs of precum as he cries out in pleasure. If he listens carefully, Daichi can even hear the squelch of Takeda’s fist as he fucks his throbbing cock.

Daichi matches the rhythm of Takeda’s strokes, rubbing the pads of his fingers in tandem against your swollen clit. You arch your back, moaning in pleasure as you feel your body getting closer to the edge.

Takeda can’t resist another peek, his eyes shooting open at your needy whines.

It feels so wrong, stroking his cock the sounds of your moans. He knows it’s not right; a grown man shouldn’t be thinking this way about a third year student, but he just can’t help it. You’re just too pretty, too inviting.

Takeda’s gaze lands on your body, specifically that pretty little pussy covered in the remnants of sticky cum. His eyes trail upwards, balls clenching with the need to fill your sloppy little cunt with his globbing seed.

Daichi’s eyes meet Takeda’s in that moment, as you convulse around his fingers, as Takeda cums all over his fist, his body violently jerky from watching you cream all over the captain's lap. He tries to stifle his moans with his hand, teeth biting down roughly in his fist, utterly humiliated by the way he’s yelling with pleasure.

But Takeda’s completely overwhelmed, he can’t help it. He’s never actually seen a pussy as pretty as yours. Or any pussy at all. Certainly not in person.

Unlike before, when Takeda’s caught in the act, the faculty advisor is furiously red — trying his hardest to look anywhere but at Daichi.

“You like that, huh?” It’s unclear whether he’s talking to Ikkei, Takeda, or your sleeping form. All three have their faces burning with embarrassment and lust, subconscious or not.

Daichi’s breath washes over your face as he brings his lips down to meet yours, as he gently cups your heated cheek. He continues to rub your clit with soft, soothing strokes. Your body trembles as he gently brings you down from your high, soft whimpers dripping from your lips. If he’s going to have so many prying eyes, he might as well put on a show.

It’s an awkward angle, your back pressed against his chest, your faces twisted off to the side, knees pressed taught against the seat in front of you two. Daichi scoffs in irritation. His only solution is to shift the two of you. Both for comfort, and a better view.

Daichi eyes the older male as he turns your bodies, as he props himself in the corner of the seat, bracing his back against his bag and the bus. He props up his leg along the length of the seat, bringing yours to rest on top of it. Your head lulls against his shoulder and he picks up your other leg, draping it gently across his other one, firmly planted on the ground.

With one hand across your abdomen, and the other spreading your glistening folds, Daichi knows he’s playing a dangerous game.

He almost expects the grizzly old coach to snap at him, to tell him what he’s doing is wildly inappropriate.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Daichi watches as wrinkly, swollen hands reach into grey sweatpants. He watches as his old coach pulls out a slowly hardening cock and huge, drooping balls.

As opposed to the flustered advisor, Coach Ikkei has no shame. He stares openly at the couple, tongue darting out to wet his parched lips. A silent moan leaves his throat when his gaze drops between your legs.

Daichi chuckles, “you like what you see, old man?” Daichi’s never felt so much power. He'd never even dreamed of such a scenario, speaking so disrespectfully to his elders, spreading his property on a bus — it's too much for imagination. He’s confident this is too good to be true, he’s waiting for the book to come slamming down on his head.

But as Ikkei swallows back a thick glob of spit, face flushed and head nodding in response, Daichi knows he won’t face any repercussions.

Feeling generous, Daichi decides to give his old coach a little treat. He doesn’t see the harm in it, and it’s not like you'll ever know. Besides, it’s not like this old man sees much action these days anyway. Not according to Keishin.

Ikkei's voice comes out strained and panting. Daichi can barely hear him over the hum of the bus.

“Has she, has she ever… had anyone inside?”

Daichi just smirks, knowing exactly what this old man wants from his sweet little girl. “Just me,” he chuckles, “and just the tip.”

Ikkei’s pupils are blown out with lust as he watches the captain rub his fingers along the length of your cunt, as your slick continues to coat his rigid digits.

Daichi shakes his head in amusement before sucking and biting gently at the skin of your neck. You moan out in pain as you rock your body against his chest.

“F-fuck!” Ikkei grunts, furiously tugging at his half-hard cock and his saggy, wrinkly balls.

Ikkei huffs angrily and he pumps his length, gritting his teeth in frustration as it refuses to rise or get any stiffer. Daichi just winces, grateful he’s not an invalid like that. He shakes his head at the thought. If that were the case, he’d never be able to please you.

A voice breaks you all from your thoughts. The sleeping faux blonde, with his hands crossed over his chest, peeks open a lidded eye. “You should let him have a taste. The nasty old man gets off to stuff like that.”

Daichi sits and ponders the implications, the idea that someone other than himself would be touching you. He wants to say no, to say this is going too far, but Keishin cuts him off before he can even get a single syllable.

“I bet if you let him, gramps would be more likely to let your precious little baby onto the team.” Keishin’s fully awake now, eyes focused on Daichi’s. “You want that, don’t you? You want your little friend to stay close to you, where you can watch over her, right?”

Daichi gulps back his response, answering only with a small nod. Of course he does.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if she were your manager? Coming with you no matter where you went? You have no idea what she’ll get up to if you leave her behind… Who’ll sneak up and steal your place… Especially when you’re gone for those long, far away nationals.”

Daichi can’t argue, everything his coach is saying is right. He can’t leave you, it’s just not safe. With sad eyes, Daichi peers down at your sleeping form, debating the consequences of his solemn nod.

“Good.” Keishin grins, knowing he’s caught the captain in a web of obsession and insecurities. “Then we have an understanding.”

“F-fine,” Daichi starts, “but only your mouth.”

Ikkei scoffs, rolling his eyes in irritation but nodding in agreeance. Without a further word, you're ripped from Daichi’s arms, legs pulled roughly across the seat of the bus as Daichi bites back his anger, settling for a harsh glare and a snarl of his lip. “Be careful!” He snaps, but the old man pays him no mind as he crouches between your legs.

With your legs propped over his shoulder, and your core perfectly lined up with the seat of the bus, Ikkei wastes no time lapping feverishly at your cunt.

As his tongue runs sloppy patterns over your soaking slit, Ikkei’s hips thrust feebly into the air, desperate for any kind of friction.

Ikkei moans loudly, humming tunes of pleasure into the soft folds of your cunt and he laps up the remainder of your cum, of Daichi’s. Reaching a hand down, he finds his cock already painfully hard, ready to burst at the seams. Even touching it has Ikkei wincing out in pain and overstimulation.

Daichi watches with disgust written across his features. It’s not right the way your body’s starting to tremble under this old man’s ministrations, and it’s not right how he finds himself growing hard, cock beginning to leak as he watches this offender lap at your cunt.

Ikkei’s wild thrusts have his phone dropping to the floor, a noise that only Keishin tunes into.

Loud and sloppy sound of sucking, paired with feral grunts and the squelching of hands on cocks are all that can be heard.

A look in the mirror, and a look to his right show Daichi that his two coaches, Takeda and Keishin, are furiously pumping their cocks. He knows he should call this off, he knows this isn’t worth it.

But the throbbing in his cock tells him a different story. Daichi’s mouth is parched. His heart is beating faster than he’s ever felt it before, faster even than during volleyball. Your head lulls back and forth against his crotch, cheeks and lips rubbing softly against his clothed cock.

As your face begins to scrunch up, and your body starts to quiver, Daichi can tell that you're close. Ikkei must be able to tell too as he lets out a deep groan, fucking your clit even faster with his tongue.

It’s disgusting the way Daichi’s balls begin to clench, the way his cock throbs at the tiniest stimulation. His head is so dizzy with the thought of his own pleasure that he almost misses yours.

Daichi almost cries as he holds your head, as he watches your body subconsciously start to convulse on the older man's tongue.

Your moans are so sweet, and so strangled as he presses your face roughly against his crotch, furiously pumping as he finds his own high, dirtying his pants with sticky cum.

Ikkei’s cumming too, breath heavy and panting, loud moans, almost to the point of a yell, slipping past his lips and against your flesh.

With one hand gripped firmly on your thigh, and the other wrapped painfully around his cock, Ikkei’s seeing fucking stars.

His once soft cock stands at full attention as he shoots load after load onto the under-seat of the bus. He’s so pent up, so backed up — that all four of the men hear the loud smack of his cum splashing against the hard surface of the seat. It’s like a water gun that just doesn’t stop.

Thrust after thrust, squirt after squirt, Ikkei’s squeezed completely dry, breeder balls hanging heavily between his legs alongside his limp cock.

But never once does Ikkei stop his ministrations, never once does his mouth leave your swollen, overly sensitive little clit.

You’re thrashing now, barely able to breathe through Daichi’s sweats, clearly too stimulated to find this fun anymore. The only thing holding you down is the rough grip from your best friend and his old coach.

Daichi starts to panic, his heart racing as you seemingly gain more and more mobility. He was afraid that the pill wasn’t strong enough, that he didn’t give you a big enough dose. But as your body once again begins to grow limp under his bruising grip, he lets out a deep sigh of relief. He counts himself lucky as your breathing returns to normal, as he slowly runs his hands over your sleeping form.

Keishin’s long since cum, spraying his seed all over the front of his seat. He doesn’t look to care either, just smearing it around in odd patterns with a lazy smirk plastered across his face.

Takeda on the other hand is left twiddling his thumbs, chewing his lip as guilt obviously eats away at the poor student advisor.

It feels like hours for the poor captain, but when Ikkei’s finally empty, he gets up, knees cracking as he leaves your cunt with a final present. A loud pop from his suction, and a pained moan escaping your lips has Daichi subconsciously thrusting his hips. Ikkei just chuckles before slapping you hard across your clit, causing you to cry out and bury your face even further into the mess Daichi’s made in his pants.

As Daichi lifts you back into his arms, placing your gently between his legs, back pressed against his chest, he reaches into his bag to find a cloth. It’s a little awkward, but Daichi manages to clean the cum from his pants, as good as one can hope.

He really should get a clean cloth, it’s only the polite thing to do. But you’ve been bad today, even without knowing it. You came around that old man's tongue, right in front of him, without his permission. That’s the reason why Daichi’s wiping up your sloppy cunt with his dirty cum rag, with the stained, yellowed sock he found at the bottom of the bag.

“Fucking disgusting!” Keishin’s loud scream, the clatter of his phone, and his frantic jump from his seat have some of the other teammates rubbing their eyes and beginning to rouse.

“Don’t you know how to aim!”

“Sorry Keishin,” Ikkei’s tired voice chuckles back a response. “Got too caught up in the moment, nothing a quick little wipe won’t fix.”

Keishin grumbles angrily before picking up his phone and rubbing it, and the globs of cum, onto his grandfather’s shirt. “Shitty old man!”

Hinata's voice is the first one to sound out. “What’s wrong coach?”

“N-nothing—!” He bites back, “just, go back to sleep, you little twerps!”

At the sudden attention, Keishin turns red before promptly planting his ass back in the seat, trying his best to avoid any of the white globs littering the area.

Out of the four men, no one speaks about what happened. Everyone is either trying their best to forget, thinking in awe about what happened, or dreaming about when, and if, it will happen again...

The rest of the bus ride is spent with your sleeping form wrapped tightly in Daichi’s arms, his head resting on top of yours while he’s hard at work planning out more ways to get you to behave.

[little-spoiled-brat]

Congrats on 100 followers!! Could I ask for Levi x Reader with the sfw prompts 22 and 30 pls!

WRITING PROMPT # 4:

"you're bleeding!"

"just hold on, okay?"

pairing: levi x reader

cw: mentions of blood, angst

author's note: listening to call your name while writing this hits damn different istg.

- not you, i can't lose you -

“tch. i never loved you!”

"well, i never loved you too!"

those were the last words you spoke to each other before leaving headquarters for an expedition. yeah, you and levi got into a huge argument before leaving to go outside the walls without knowing if either of you would come back in one piece — or alive.

your mind was all over the place, no matter how hard you tried to focus on the mission at hand, your mind continued to drift over to what you and levi said to each other back at the headquarters. you didn't mean it. surely he didn't mean it too, right?

levi still loved you the same way you loved him, right?

you were so lost in thought that you failed to notice the titan's jaw that was about to clamp down around you abdomen, until it was too late.

meanwhile, levi was the same on the other end of the battlefield. he cursed at himself for saying that, he wasn't thinking straight and it just came out in the heat of the moment. none of his words were true and he felt extremely guilty for saying it.

he suddenly felt something off, his instincts told him that there was something wrong — terribly wrong.

"y/n" levi breathed, worry washing over him like a tidal wave. he called his horse and began his search for you. nothing else in his mind but to find you before he was too late.

you managed to kill the titan before it could do any more damage to you. blood soaked your uniform from the gaping wound on your abdomen area. you limped weakly, holding your abdomen to somewhat stop the bleeding. you refused to die without seeing levi again.

"find levi, tell him you love him before you give up. damn it!" you thought to yourself, using the trees around you to support yourself as you continued to drag your weak body to the other side of the battlefield where your lover was.

"y/n! where are you? can you hear me?"

you head weakly snapped towards the voice, changing your direction to follow the all too familiar sound — levi's voice.

you reached the clearing of the forest and that's where he found you. levi jumped off his horse upon seeing you all bloody and caught you just in time. you fell into his arms and weakly fisted his cloak in your blood soaked hand.

"y/n, brat, look at me" levi commanded as he picked you up and you winced in pain. you looked up at him, eyes threatening to close as you struggled to stay awake.

"fuck, you're bleeding" levi muttered with a hint of panic and fear in his voice as he placed you on top of his horse, getting on afterwards. you chuckled weakly, bringing up your bloody hand in front of your face.

"am i?" you whispered, watching the blood drip down your hands. levi sent you a look, telling you to stop messing around. you chuckled weakly again and brought you hand down as it laid limp on top of your annihilated abdomen.

"just hold on, okay? keep your eyes on me" levi said as you did what you were told. you stared at him with empty eyes as he rushed to get you to where the medical team of the regiment were situated.

you studied his face, his beautiful grey-blue eyes, his lips that you've felt on yours more times than you could count, the sound of his voice that never failed to put you at ease. you studied him as if it was the last time you’re gonna be able to look at him — arguably, it might be.

”hey levi?” you muttered, looking up at him with half lidded eyes as he glanced down at you. his face was carefully blank as it always was, calm and composed but you saw right through him. you saw the fear in his eyes when he looked at you.

”i love you“ you whispered, a sad smile playing on your lips as levi clicked his tongue.

“don’t fucking say that, don’t say goodbye. you’re gonna be okay. not you, i can’t lose you“ levi said, his voice faltered a bit as he pushed back all his tears that threatened to fall down.

your shaking hand reached for his that was putting pressure on the gaping wound on your abdomen, you squeezed it gently.

”i’m so sleepy, wake me up when we get there“ you mumbled, unable to keep your eyes open anymore.

“fuck- y/n, don’t close your eyes. we’re almost there, stay with me. please! i love you!” levi practically begged but you were too far gone to process his words.

you woke up to a bright light and you slowly opened your eyes to see that you were in the infirmary of the headquarters. you groaned a bit from the brightness of the room you were in.

your eyes landed on the person on your left, sleeping while holding your hand tightly in theirs. a smile pulled at the corner of your lips upon recognizing the familiar head with an undercut that was using your arm as a pillow.

“oh you’re awake!” hange suddenly appeared through the curtains that surrounded your bed. your looked at her and smiled.

“hey hange“ you greeted with a hushed voice in order to not wake up levi next to you. she chuckled at the sight of seeing levi sleeping. “shorty hasn’t left the infirmary since we got you patched up“

hange motioned the shirt you were wearing and you nodded upon understanding that she was asking you if she could lift it up. she lifted your shirt to reveal your heavily bandaged abdomen.

“does anything hurt?“ hange asked as she began redressing your slowly healing wound. you shook your head at her and she nodded.

“and you’re done! just make sure to continue replacing the bandages everyday, you can do it yourself or get someone to help you“ hange said as you nodded. “got it, thanks hange“

you outstretched your free arm for her as she smiled widely and gave you a hug. hange pulled away and quickly disappeared behind the curtains when levi stirred in his sleep.

”levi?” you asked and gently shook him to wake him up. he groaned in annoyance and cuddled into your hand even more. “tch, shut up and let me sleep“

”okay, sure but can i at least get my hand back? i’m starting to lose my sense to feel anything“ you chuckled as levi shot up upon processing your voice in his head.

“y/n” levi said, standing up and crashing himself into your arms. you laughed and wrapped your arms around him, brushing your hand through his hair.

“i love you, i’m sorry for everything i said before we left. i didn’t mean any of it-“ levi rambled as you shut him up by pressing your lips on his.

“i love you too, levi. so damn much” you said in between kisses as you felt dampness on your cheeks but it wasn’t your tears.

“oh levi“ you cooed, bringing him in for another hug when you saw the tears that fell down his cheeks. “i-i thought i was going to lose you“

you kissed his forehead and held him tighter. “you can’t get rid of me that easily, ackerman“

levi chuckled and pulled away from the hug as you wiped away the tears that dampened his cheeks.

“tch. don’t scare me like that again, brat. i really thought i was going to lose you“ levi said, pouting a bit as you chuckled.

”just don’t give me a reason to lose my focus during expeditions then i promise i won’t scare you like that again“ you said as levi rolled his eyes but smiled.

”fine. i love you, brat“

levi took care of you after you got discharged from the infirmary, he changed your bandages everyday and made sure to tell you that he loves you at every chance he gets.

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[alfredolover119]

I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 

-18k, teen, major character death 

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

[char-lotteral]

Spill the tea. Don't worry about it being long XD

This has been in my ask box for a while now, and I keep forgetting to respond to some of my anons, so im sorry.... x))

This'll be a little debunk between Nart's feelings for Sak and Hina but first, LISTEN HERE

This isn't a breeding ground for discourse or shipping wars or whatever tf negativity you have going on, I just wanna ramble my thoughts. This is an innocent post and if you disagree with it, well--i really dont care :DD

Anw, here are my thoughts as to how different Naruto's feelings are for Sakura and Hinata

I just randomly thought of making this longass essay because apparently, there's been another "war" over on narutwt with NS vs. NH and ohmyGODDDDD, WHO CARESSSSS. SHUT THE FUCK UPPP PLEASEEE.

this shit should've ended in shippuden, I hate it here

If youre an nh fan, please I beg of you, let ppl ship ns if they want to, its really not that hard. It's so embarrassing seeing nh fans go rogue whenever they see an ns related post. Like please stop being rude to ns shippers, let ppl ship their drawings, who tf cares. Ur embarrassing the fandom ://

Okay so i think i wanna start off with how Nart fell for Sakura. They were kids. Kindergartners even. He saw Sakura as the "pretty, smart, popular girl" and like the attention deprived child that he is, he chose he wanted to be with her. It was a CRUSH. An innocent and childish one at that.

Did he love her? Yes. Was he in love with her? Debatable tbh. He was infatuated with her. It's a normal infatuation vs. real love type of shit.

I mean, he was too busy to even focus on himself and with the whole Sauce drama, so i doubt he even had the time to even sort out his own romantic feelings. I'm not even sure if his feelings for Sakura were really that deep rooted as what alot of fans claim it to be.

BECAUSE BECAUSE GETTHIS. If Naruto was really that in love with Sak, why didn't he introduce him to Minato when he was about to depart? If he was really that confident for his feelings for Sakura, then why didn't he share those thoughts to one the most essential things his mother imparted to him?

The only thing similar between Sakura and Kushina are their hot headedness. Even kishi himself admitted that scene with the girlfriend thingy was a herring. Even freaking Tsunade admitted that if Naruto were to be with someone as willful as him, they'd be butting heads all the time.

Do they have a special bond? Yes. Would they work out together as a couple? Yeah, as a bickering married one

And another thing, remember the fake confession scene? Sakura said "I love you" to Naruto. She said those words that Naruto himself has been "dying" to hear, so why didn't he get all ecstatic?

Because he knew she was lying!

Exactly!! He knew she was lying. He knew he'd never have a chance with her. He knew the extent of her feelings for Sasuke and respected it. He didn't act on it, he joked around with dates and what not but there was never any impactful romantic scene between them. Oh and shouldn't romantic scene have i dunno; mutual romance?

Theyre "the most developed ship" but Sakura has established mulitiple times that she was only in love with Sasuke. Narusaku was just as one sided as the other ships in shippuden but some of you aren't ready for that concersation.

Naruto would get rejected every damn minute or at every "moment" they had. How is that mutual??

They just had the upper hand because theyre mcs and they had the most screentime, let's be real

And what I absolutely hate the most about how people perceive Naruto's feelings for Sakura is that they see him as this pathetically in love, obsessed weirdo who only chose Hinata as a rebound or a second choice.

NEWS FLASH

PEOPLE MOVE ON. IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS

It's not rocket science, it's not some philosophical shit, it's healthy and normal and realistic.

Istg some diehard shippers are too detached from reality that they can't even grasp the concept of moving on from a crush.

They act as if Naruto didn't give a flying fuck for Hinata in the entire series or that he barely knew her name. I mean c'mon, it's self explanatory¿¿¿ He moved on. Same with Ino with Sasuke, they both moved on.

How👏is👏it👏that👏hard👏to👏understand

And I'd also like to compare the scenes with Naruto being rejected by Sakura wiith Naruto being rejected by Hinata.

Naruto gets rejected by Sakura - he gets beaten up - He laughs it off- He moves on

Naruto gets rejected by Hinata - crippling depression - looks like shit - loses all motivation - fights for the girl

Yeah, I'll leave that to you

I also see some say that Naruto needed a partner who could keep him in line and reprimand him for the stupid stuff he does.

Pft, like what? A mom?

What Naruto needs, as someone brash and acts on impulse time to time, is someone patient and understanding and considerate. Everything he didn't have growing up. He needs a partner, not someone who berates him for being all goofy and for being himself. Hinata in a way is kinda like a neutralizer.

Also, I think its important to remember that there was a TWO YEAR TIME SKIP AFTER THE WAR WHERE NARUTO AND HINATA CANONICALLY GREW CLOSER.

Man, none of this would have been up for discussion if Kishi just knew how to develop fucking romance between het couples. If we're being honest, sns would've made the most sense. Im not even kidding. Sns would've the only endgame couple that'd make sense. And this is coming from a person who loves NH xD

thus ends my ramblings :DD

I regret ever delving into the world of Naruto. Now I can't fucking escape

[mrskurono]

So let's say Nori's s/o is kind of a foreseer and also a Gojo(ngl I'd like to be one so that I CAN KICK THEIR ASSES AND TURN JUJUTSU WORLD UPSIDE DOWN WITH GOJO)  She didn't know she was one before so she did treat Nori like shit because you know "CLAN SHIT" But even though she says "I don't have feeling for him./ I don't care if he dies." etc.. Everyone knows the truth and is like "Hoe you're head over heels." But now, she knows what she is and in this way, she also saw the past, everything he had been through etc.

She saw/knows everything that will happen as well and now thinks that she doesn't deserve redemption and since she knows what's gonna happen, she secretly finds his mom and makes a protection shield to protect her. And then before all that "Sealing Gojo, killing Yuuji and principal Yaga, Toge's arm and Yuuta losing his mind" shit, in order to change everything and preventing deaths, she fights with the enemy alone( BECAUSE WE STAN WOMEN SUPREMACY) She created a powerful shield that nobody can break and she and Nori have a very emotional talk, he begs for her to not to go and stay with him, tells her that they all can fight together but she refuses and tells "Don't worry your mom is safe and I hope you will find the right woman for yourself since I don't deserve kindness for the shit I've done." Etc...

Since she is a Gojo, she also has Six Eyes and Limitless technique and let's say she also copies other cursed energies/ techniques, she uses all of them at the same time and she defeats the enemy but she doesn't come back.... Nori screams in agony( like Emma from The promised neverland kind of scream. If you don't know, you may watch that scene in youtube. That damn shit gives me goosebumbs), whimpers and clutches their rings so tightly tbat his hand might break. He is alone again and didn't have the chance to tell to the girl he loves the most that he always loved her, that there was nothing to forgive...

Everybody is devastated but especially Gojo, Nori, Yuji ( I'd do everyhing to have someone like him. As a brother or S/O, doesn't matter)and Maki and Nobara( since I believe they are besties 'cause 🌠 W O M E N🌠 )

They always thought that she was emotionless but in reality she cared for every each of them and for their happiness, she sacrifaced hers and now they all have to live with this guilt.....

BONUS PART

Since she can also see the past how about she also knows what the other clans did. Like all the bad shit, everything that can end with their death? She wrote a huge letter about every one of them but especially Kamo Clan so that even if she dies, Nori would surely become the new leader.

Basically Nori is this GIF in his room. He breaks down etc...But unknown to everyone, she is barely alive and fights tooth and nail to stay alive.

She somehow returns back, since girls are still outside trying to calm themselves( She show kindness for Mai, she always eat Momo's special ramen, she always talked with Miwa about her family and offered to help them whenever they need, she always went to shopping with Nobara, she always sparred with Maki and when she was stressed she was always there as a shoulder to cry/rely on. They are all bad but then Momo or Miwa sees her trying to come back to them. They shout to others and Shoko, they come and get her but Shoko tells them that there is a high chance of her not making it alive.

They tell Nori but he doesn't believe and rhen Megumi, or Yuji maybe even Todo punches him, fight with him and tells him to stop this shit and get off his ass and goes to her.

When he sees her, he breaks down again. He holds her hand tightly, lifts it to his forehead and swears that when she wakes up, they are gonna get married, that he will make her the happiest woman. He talks about his future plan, but not about clan, he talks about the family they will built( since now he is the leader, he can have as much children as he wants, since there will be no misogynist)

His mom comes everday as well when Nori has to fix all of the shitty things of his clan. Day after day, they hope for her to wake up but day by day they all start to loose hope, til one day when Nori begs for her to wake up one more time. He tells her that he doesn't want to have a family of his own if it's not with her. He starts to leave until he hears a voice say "I.. didn't know that... You'd have... this kind of... dreams."

WOAHHH IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS I SWEAR IF TUMBLR ERASES THAT IMMA GO KICK SOME ASSES! IT'S LIKE 9 AM AND I SRATED RO WRITE THIS LIKE I DUNNO 1 HOUR AGO! I REALLY LOVE SUFFERING! MAMA PLEASE WHEN YOU ARE DONE WITH THE CANDIES AND OTHER REQUESTS, CONSIDER TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TOO!

It didn't eat it! But also, lololing at the being a Gojo just to have the power to yell at people bc honestly, we need someone other than a 6'4 candy eating twink telling people they're wrong (sorry Satoru but like...no one will take you seriously look at you)

But I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Just give Noritoshi his mom and a happy ending. Istg if Gege Senpai really gives him a shit end I'ma throw hands bc like, c'mon we can have a shred of happiness Gege Senpai pls.

Also I love the idea but honestly i probably won't be able to write something like this. My mental health is shit and my ability to write is going right down with it 😀 But honestly you should write this! I mean you already have almost all of it thought out ♡