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astroboots · 1 year

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Homecoming tings, more of them in public! Do they hide it? Do they not give a shit? Alternatively, how did the Miller bros find out. I kinda feel like the trio didn't want to like. Draw attention to it, but they weren't gonna police their behavior either. I feel like Will was content to just stay silent and accept the new dynamic but Benny is an idiot and said a quiet thing out loud 😂

Girl and boy Interrupted

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x female reader

Summary: This is the story of how one half of the Miller brothers finds out about you and Santiago and Frankie.

Content: Explicit shenanigans. Semi public? Getting caught in the act with your pants pulled down.

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You're sitting on a chair on Molly's porch, trying not to stare. But Santiago isn't making it easy for you today.

He'd been bitching and moaning (as he so often does) about the heat all morning and on the way over. Complaining that he felt like he'd stepped inside a pizza oven, while tugging at his t-shirt, grumbling about how it was sticking to his skin everywhere.

At the time, when you had walked across Molly's law and spotted the water hose, spraying him had seemed like a hilarious idea.

At the time, when Santiago yelped and jumped away, with an indignant scowl on his face, it had been oh-so-satisfying.

At the time, seeing him soaked from head to toe had felt like victory.

Now though, as you spy him across the lawn, golden skin damp and slick with a wet sheen, those ridiculous curls of his glistening against the bright sun like a beacon to guide in lost sailors from the sea, it feels like torture.

He's doing it on purpose isn't he? He must be.

As you think the thought, it's as if Santiago (in tune with you as he always is) is capable of reading your mind. His head turns back to you, meeting your gaze, mouth pulling into an amused smile as he sees you watch him. Then he winks.

It's all it takes. That simple gesture sends an electric jolt through your spine that has you bolt up in your seat and clamp your thighs together to stem the sensation.

Yeah, definitely on purpose.

Asshole.

What exactly is he expecting you to do about the situation?

You're at Molly's, surrounded by friends. Frankie's still not here (running an hour late from work). Tom is tending to the barbecue like it's one of his military operations and Will is standing next to him stoic and disinterested as always, not intervening even though you and him both know that Tom is putting in way too much charcoal.

Shaking your head, you try to focus on the conversation at hand, but it's hopeless. Benjamin is standing next to you and Molly telling you an animated story about... something.

You're not really paying attention in all honesty. But judging from the way the younger Miller is swinging his arms around, he's either talking about wrestling down an alligator or how his newest hobby of crocheting is going.

There's no way you can haul the smirking asshole in your peripheral vision off somewhere to rub that self-satisfied expression of his face the only way you know how.

Not unless you two want to invite a lot of uncomfortable questions about yours and Frankie's relationship with Santiago.

Benny would never let it go, not with his curiosity. Molly is already suspicious. Tom... god you don't even want to imagine having that conversation with that man. As for Will... well actually Will would would probably mind his own business.

He's never been the type to pry. He doesn't get involved unless he absolutely has to and even then, he'll take the path of least resistance, and say as little about it (if anything at all).

Your eyes trail off, and you find yourself watching Santiago from the distance as he takes a sip from the cold bottle of beer. Watching as his Adam's apple in that long gracious throat of his bob with a mesmerizing movement. Watching his still wet t-shirt stick to his chest.

Did you say beacon earlier? Scratch that, the man is a fucking siren, trying to lure you in to your inevitable death and doom with his shameless seduction.

God, he's doing that stupid thing with his lips again. Raising the palm of his hand to his mouth to wipe away the remnants of the sticky beer, then his tongue darts out to lick at his luscious bottom lip. Glimpses of that very same habit of his whenever he's tucked between your thighs invades your vision.

Oh fuck it!

"Santiago!" you announce, and Santiago's head perks up. "Can you help me get another crate of beer from the garage?"

His eyes practically glitters at that. Smile pulling wider and you can almost hear the way he wants to cackle with laughter.

He doesn't of course. Instead all he says is, "of course, cariño," and puts down his beer on the nearest surface and starts making his way to the garage.

If Molly gives you a strange look as you start running towards Santiago, you wouldn't know, because you are too focused on the man in front of you to pay attention to your surroundings.

"That wasn't very subtle was it?" Santiago grins, as he steps into the garage.

The door barely has time to shut behind you before your arms flings around his shoulders and you haul him down to meet your lips.

Whatever the smartass has to say next is lost in a low rumbling moan as you lick into his mouth. He tastes slightly sweet of malty hoppy that sticks to your tongue and goes straight to your head as you drag your teeth against his bottom lip and nip down.

A bit too hard it seems, because Santiago groans into you, shuddering, as his lashes flutter and he looks down on you with half-lidded eyes.

"Fuck, sweetheart, what's gotten into you?"

That's such a ridiculous question. Santiago knows exactly what's gotten into you. Knows exactly what he did to get you as riled up as you are. You don't dignify it with an answer, instead you reach up, fingers tangling into his wet curls as you pull him down against you as you walk him backwards. Not stopping until his chest is pressed up against you. Not until your back hits the edge of some surface that you're not really paying attention to (a workbench? a disused dining table? who the fuck cares). You don't stop until you feel his arms wrap around you and hoist you up on that very same mysterious surface. And then Santiago's caging you in between his thick thighs, that slick mouth on yours as he grinds against you.

The denim of his jeans drags against your groin, the hard bulge of his cock trapped underneath, pressing against the inside of your thigh. Electricity surges through every one of your nerve endings at the contact.

Those clever fingers of his trails the side of your hips, down along the inside of your thighs and then they hook against the lining of your panties as he traces the seam of your cunt.

Fuck! fuck.

"So fucking wet already," he murmurs, fingertip flicking over your clit, "and you weren't even the one who got hosed down like an animal."

Then he pulls his fingers away.

You want to scream. Because that would've been too easy wouldn't it? Of course the bastard was still carrying a grudge about that.

"Santiago," you start, glaring at him even as he smiles back at you. Thumb dragging against the corner of his mouth as his tongue flicks out and he licks both his lip and then the taste of you from his fingers. Doing that stupid thing with his lips that got you here in the first place.

God you could kill him.

"Santiago, we don't have time."

"Don't worry cariño, I'll make the time"

The man has no fucking common sense. Did he forget that you're at a barbecue with your friends? Friends who are waiting for the two of you to come back with beer supplies. Friends who don't know that Santiago is fucking his best friend and his best friend's husband? Friends who will be asking a lot of questions and probably have suspicions if you don't come back with said beers in the next few seconds????!

"I'm not playing this game with you today, Santiago."

Reaching up, you're growling as you grab him by the back of his neck and pull him back down to you.

"I need you to just fuck me," you order as your free hand is already fumbling at the front button of his jeans, wrenching down the zipper.

The asshole chuckles in reply. A breathless boyish laugh, as he finally decides to help you instead of being obstructive and reaches down to pull down his jeans the rest of the way down his hips.

"Fuck you huh?" He grabs himself in one hand, spreading your legs wider with his other, as he positions himself at your entrance and for a moment you forget what it is like to breathe.

"Think I need that too," he says, mouth still pulled into that arrogant angle. But you can hear from the shakiness of his words, the way his breath stutters in your ear that he needs this just as bad as you do.

Then he slides into you, inch by sweet addictive inch, arms bracketing your side as his hips cant up and into you. The relief you feel as he fills you up can't be described with words.

Pleasure swims through your veins, fast and overwhelming until your vision goes white and fuzzy with it.

"God Boa, you feel so--" you don't hear the rest.

Your hearing must've gone along with your vision, because you can't even hear your own moans anymore. Even though you know from the way your throat scratches with a raw burn that you must be making noises loud enough to wake the dead. And in some distant remote location where your sole remaining brain cell resides, it is telling you that you need to be quiet. Need to be careful so that you don't get caught.

But you can't. Can't stop and can't care. Not when it feels this good. Not when Santiago is thrusting into you deep and reckless, both of you chasing the pleasure of it as that familiar heat buzzes pleasantly in your veins.

And if it wasn't for the fact that you're both so gone, maybe you would've noticed. Would've noticed as the garage door to the side opens. Would've noticed the way sunlight floods the space. But you don't.

You don't notice anything at all until Santiago stills and refuses to move even as you wrap your legs around him and try to pull him closer.

Don't even notice that Santiago is looking away from you, eyes burst wide with horror.

You don't notice until it's entirely too late that in front of the open garage door, Captain William Miller is standing with wide eyes and frozen stiff shoulders.

Your stomach drops to the concrete floor and tries to scuba dive into the soil beneath and reach its way to Australia.

Shit. oh shit. oh shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

"It's not what it looks like," Santiago says.

And oh god. That's the most cliched and stupidest thing to say. It's not what it looks like? What exactly does it not look like?

Does it not look like Santiago is balls deep inside you with his jeans pooled around his ankles?

Thankfully, before Santiago gets a chance to dig himself even deeper, Will interrupts him with a curt, "don't."

He averts his gaze, turning on his feet as if to leave, but then he stops mid-rotation. "Does Frankie know?"

You look to Santiago, the man of many words in every situation. His mouth parts, but no words seem to come out. The man who always knows what to say has finally run out of words.

"Ye-yes," you manage to stutter out.

"And he's okay with it yeah?"

What's the answer to that? Do you say more? Do you explain? Do you tell Will that Frankie is part of this-- well whatever this is??

Jesus, fuck, how do you even begin to explain this?

You look at Santiago again, and he looks back at you, and without a word you know the same line of questions is racing through his mind. There's no adequate explanation that would begun to unravel what this is. Instead the only thing both of you do is nod dumbly in coordination.

There is a minute change in his facial expression and if William Miller hadn't been a peripheral part of your life for as many years as it's been, it would've been far too easy to miss. The straight grim line of his mouth relaxing ever so slightly, the line of his brow smoothing out, as he tilts his head by a fraction of an inch to give you an imperceptible nod.

"Alright," he says.

Then he just... leaves, gently closing the door behind himself with a soft click of the hinge, leaving you and Santiago, still inside you, still with his pants pulled to his ankles, in shock and confusion.

And that's the story of how Will finds out about Santiago and you, but decides to mind his own business.

A/N: Nonny I can't tell you enough how much I LOVED this ask because before you sent it in it just so happened that @thirstworldproblemss and I had been discussing and cackling at this very scenario of how Will and the others find out. So thank you so so much for sending this in so that I had an excuse to write this silly thing out and share it with you all. This one is dedicated to you nonny!

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fics #oscar isaac #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #💌 asks

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flyingcakeee · 3 months

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Fic based off the tags in this post by @lil-shiro 🫶

Noise is loud. The feelings are loud. The judgment is loud. The anger spewed from angry mouths is loud. Everything is loud. Logan doesn't like loud.

No other omega or anyone had loud constantly in their ears, the internet said nothing but the loud refused to let the internet dictate it.

Logan tried wearing airpods to block out the loud, but he didn't want to ignore anyone and look like a dick. After a while, even his airpods and headphones became loud. Logan tried to use the car as peace, but unable to control it 100% of the time meant it became loud too fast. Somewhere between Saudi Arabia and China, Logan found that making a nest and nesting in said nest was loud, it wasn't supposed to be loud but it was. Now, Logan was coming to the Netherlands for the Dutch Grand Prix unable to escape from the noise, the noise which took over his life.

In Silverstone after a large amount of cars were damaged, Logan found quiet, he scored a point. But that loud bit and nipped until it was entirely present, screaming into Logan’s ears and planting itself in his brain. He couldn't escape. Not at night or in a bath. Not with his trainer or another driver. It wasn't possible, loud was always with him.

Now, Logan was sitting in the FIA garage, pushed up in a corner on his own doing, watching the other drivers chat as they got ready for the parade. They were all loud, Logan couldn't escape. There was a slight comfort in this loud, they all seemed to try and give him some comfort, yet none can take the loud away; it was never enough.

When he noticed the other drivers start getting pushed towards the door, he stood him and joined them, now having to pick a group to stand by or if he was to stand alone. Logan chose the latter. All piled onto a truck bed where only maybe 5 or 7 of them would be interviewed, yet it was rarely Logan and he knew it wouldn't be him. He looked over the guardrail, occasionally waving to fans and occasionally drinking whatever drink Elias gave him, mostly just staring.

Would Zandvoort treat him better this week than last year? He's already not crashed in qualifying but he qualified P11, just missing Q3 by .018 seconds. Maybe he'll finish the race .1 behind P10, just missing a point. Like he was destined to fail, to be surrounded by the noise again. He couldn't escape the noise, it haunted him.

A hand grasped on Logan’s shoulder, leaning down next to him was Lance.

“How are you doing?” he asked, turning his body to face Logan.

“Thought you'd be with Esteban,” Logan murmured instead of answering the question, looking for the tall Frenchman, spotting him next to Oscar and Fernando.

“No, I'm here to check on you. You doing ‘right?”

“Fine,” Logan dismissed the Canadian. He never got a break from the noise during summer break, the noise didn't know what the word ‘break’ meant apparently. “Don't worry ‘bout me; I ain't nothin to worry ‘bout.”

“We omegas stick together,” Lance responded, making it all well known he wasn't leaving Logan alone, adding to the noise. “You're uncomfortable, why? You've been since Japan.

So that's when it started, Japan. The noise made it so Logan couldn't nest since Japan and the lack of nesting caused discomfort for radiate off of him since then.

“Haven't found time to nest,” Logan partially lied, because while it wasn't the time, he hasn't nested for months. “The team has been putting me in the sim a lot.”

“Do you want to nest?”

“Kinda, but it's not a worry right now,” Logan said, never once taking his eyes on the blur of the moving grandstands, or rather, the grandstands that blurred since the truck was moving. “I can do it during winter.”

“You can wait that long?” Lance questioned, uncertainties dripping off his body into his scent enough that Logan could smell it. “Are you sure? You can nest with me after this, if you'd want.”

Part of Logan wanted to take it, another part didn't. The omega of him wanted nothing to nest and he was outright being invited to, the ‘normal’ part of him wanted to shoo Lance away so he could fight the noise.

“You wouldn't mind?” Logan asked, finally turning his eyes to look at Lance, trying to read every little bit of his expression, and his expression was promising.

“Not one bit. We're almost done, come follow me,” he replied, leaning into Logan ever so slightly, but enough that the noise felt odd. Logan couldn't figure out what happened to the noise, but he wasn't complaining.

“Thank you,” he whispered, giving Lance a small yet genuine smile to show his appreciation. In return, Logan got a much larger smile, one where Lance's eyes crinkled and his teeth made a smallest of appearances, one Logan found himself loving very much.

Logan didn't know why he accepted, he could wait until after Abu Dhabi when he was out of his seat, when he had all the time in the world to get rid of the noise, but something said to follow Lance and follow Lance did Logan.

His mom would be disappointed. Conservative, ignorant of certain things, would disapprove of Logan nesting with an omega, especially one unmated. To her, that meant helping for heats and unless you were mated, heats were to be spent alone. Since that day she said that, Logan refused to ever nest with Kyle again.

His father would have disowned him. Just like his mother, he's conservative but thinks nesting is only for children. Logan would hate to be married to his dad and lose the ability to nest for the rest of time, but then again, he hasn't nested in months. To him, if Logan had nested again any day after he was 15, he would never be mated ever and that was why many omegas were unmated. Since that day, Logan had to rebuild his nesting habits, only to just lose them again.

His brother would be sad. Dalton was always supportive, trying to give Logan that helping hand. He didn't like his omega, his girlfriend he had yet to mate, nesting with anyone but him though, but maybe that was genes or instinct. To him, nesting should only be your partner. Logan refused to nest with anyone after that, until now apparently.

He barely knew Lance it felt like, yet still he blindly followed the Canadian to what his omega brain screamed was freedom and comfort to his ‘normal’ brain which screamed back that it was a trap and death.

Lance had only spoken to him once more during this season, back in Spain. The Canadian told Logan to keep his head up, to keep pushing. He said for Logan to stop beating himself down and to talk to others, that they were there for him.

They were there for him.

Suddenly, while on the walk, he noticed Max giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder and when entering the Aston hospitality behind Lance, Fernando said something along the lines of “you're going to be okay kid, Lance is a nice guy” but the loud told Logan he couldn't properly hear. Maybe other drivers tried to talk to him and the loud prevented anything.

Logan hated the loud, but he heard Lance fine and Fernando just somewhat. Lance stopped the loud, maybe, and that's why he followed.

Logan only came back to his somewhat impaired senses when Lance was manhandling him to join him in the nest, pulling Logan down to sit beside him. Logan let it happen, finding himself curled against an upright Lance who had his arm wrapped around Logan’s shoulder, a gentle rub on his shoulder accompanying it.

Soon enough, Logan was curled into Lance’s arms, both laying down in the nest, the loud subdued and the quiet taking its place. He found that Lance was warm, comfortable. Logan found comfort in nesting, in Lance. Lance was comfort, comfort meant Lance.

After maybe an hour or just short of it, Logan and Lance had to get ready for the race, do their warm up laps, anthem, and carry on. Truthfully, Logan did not want to leave Lance, did not want to leave the nest, didn't want Lance to leave the nest, but alas, the world has its decisions and Logan must adhere to said decisions.

When Logan was back in his driver's room, the loud didn't return. It didn't make its appearance when he was in the car nor when he had finished the race, just P11 despite nearly retiring if it weren't for the red flag. The loud didn't come back, was not there to haunt him.

Not until Baku where the loud returned and so did Logan in Lance’s nest, ceasing that pesky loud. Quiet, clear, Logan had his senses back. On top of that, he had another point to his name and a man he could curl into when the loud got too overwhelming when he let it sit for some time. If you asked Logan if he would ever find himself with another omega as if they were destined to be mates a year ago, he would have laughed awkwardly and brought up his parents' morals.

Logan had found comfort. Comfort’s name was Lance.

Curling into Lance’s nest in Singapore, Logan had found that he very much enjoyed the Canadian, not just his presence but him in his entirety. Lance always welcomed Logan with an open arm, pulling him in tight to minimize the space between them, even occasionally scenting Logan if he wasn't too tired. On the days Lance didn't scent Logan, Logan scented him instead, wrapping tired limbs around even more tired limbs, curled in a nest of the two’s belongings and a lingering sense of protection, of relief.

Loud never returned when Logan saw Lance, loud was forgettable and Logan was forgetting it. Lance stopped inviting Logan into the nest, it was clearly obvious that Logan was always going to be invited no matter what. No matter the day, the time, the weather, Lance and Logan could be found either in the car or in the nest together, smelling like each other and usually sleeping peacefully. During the nights, when both were at the track or in England for team duties, they found each other wrapped around one another.

Logan spent his next heat with Lance, the older omega giving comfort Logan didn't know he needed. Lance spent his next heat with Logan, finding himself wanting to keep the younger omega close to him no matter the circumstances.

There was no loud, only love between the two omegas. That night in Abu Dhabi, Logan kissed Lance good night, sleeping until they had to be at the track for race day. And Lance, Lance reciprocated and kissed Logan good morning.

Comfort was each other, curled into the arms of one another. Logan was Lance’s comfort, Lance was Logan's.

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#I did it #it's one of the ..4 I wrote #ik ik I'm sorry #also btw I have barely written a/b/o before lol #I tried my best guys I hope yall enjoy #f1 #formula 1 #logan sargeant #lance stroll #lsx2 #lssquared #ls218 #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #anyways how are yall doing?#it's just 4:30 about as I post this I'm going back to sleep

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kkyaka · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Mending and Breaking

Summary: Aomine continues to repair his relationship with his son, but after finding out about your relationship with his teammate, his jealousy further strains his relationship with you. Word Count: 8,706 Warnings: aomine is lowkey delusion lmao, oc is aomine's teammate, trip to the fair, slight flirting kinda, aomine is really jealous and petty, angst towards the end, aomine is drinking if i missed anything please lmk!

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When you wake up in the morning, Taj is still sleeping next to you, so you carefully get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. You go downstairs, immediately spotting Aomine on the couch, and he must hear you because he gets up, walking over to you, looking even worse than he did last night. "I'm not apologizing," you state, having already played this conversation out in your head as you tried to fall asleep.

"I don't expect you to. Matter of fact, you shouldn't," he states. Honestly, you spent a couple of hours laying in bed and replaying what you said to Aomine. You were going back and forth wondering if you were too harsh or if you should've said more. "What should I do?"

Your brows pinch together. "About what?"

"Taj," he answers. "He thinks I don't like him." Maybe your words last night were enough.

You sigh. "Baby steps, okay? If you try to do too much too soon, it'll only make him shy away," you explain. "We can try and go something today since he doesn't have school, and you seem to be off?" You raise the question because it doesn't look like he's dressed to go anywhere basketball related.

"Yeah, we're close to the off-season, and we're out of the finals, so..." He shrugs and you nod in understanding. "He's still sleeping though."

"Well, he'll probably sleep for a little while longer since he was up late last night," you say.

"What was he doing in your room?" Aomine asks softly.

"He said he had a nightmare, but I didn't ask what it was about," you answer, turning your head to the side to yawn. Aomine doesn't respond, and you look at him for a split second, and you can't remember the last time he looked so defeated.

"I saw that you have the kitchen pretty stocked," he speaks up through the silence, and you look in the direction of the kitchen, pointing over your shoulder as you respond.

"Yeah, you had, like, no food," you huff. "So, I bought enough to last us for the week, but I'll have to go again."

"I'll pay you back. I didn't even think about that, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Aomine," you say, waving him off.

"Seriously, how much was it?" He sounds firm, and you run your hand over your neck.

"I can't remember. I think I still have the receipt somewhere." You walk over to where your jacket is, searching through the pockets until you find it. You hand it to him, and he unfolds it, looking for the cost. He walks away, and you watch him go, just standing there as you blow a sigh out through your mouth, puffing your cheeks out.

He comes back with a check in his hand, and you grab it when he hands it to you. Your eyes widen as your jaw drops when you look at it. "I definitely did not spend this much money."

"Well, you did more than you usually do this time, so..." he trails off.

"Yeah, but still," you chuckle. "Jesus, Aomine."

"Seriously, take it. I'm not gonna let you give it back. And I'm technically your boss, so if I say you have to take it, you kinda do." You softly shake your head, smiling against your will before you fold the check, putting it in your bag.

"Well, thank you."

The both of you stay silent as the conversation dies down, and you both look at the stairs when they creak a bit, seeing Taj slowly walking down them. "How'd you sleep?" you ask, walking towards him.

He wraps his arms around you. "Okay," he mumbles. "I had a dream where he fought a dragon."

"Really?" you muse, crouching down to his level, and he softly explains the story, making quiet sounds alongside his storytelling.

"And then we got to keep him in the castle with us!" he quietly concludes.

"That sounded like a really awesome dream!" you whisper. "What do you want for breakfast?" you ask after he nods.

"Pancakes."

"Okay, I'll get everything ready. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, alright?" He nods, walking back up the stairs, and you smile as you watch him go, standing up, and when you turn to go into the kitchen, you see Aomine with a bitter smile on his face.

"It seems like he can only smile like that with you around," he confesses.

"Well, you can start to make that happen," you sigh, not even bothering with trying to comfort him because he won't benefit from that, and you don't think he wants you to do that. He nods softly, and you touch his shoulder before you walk into the kitchen.

Aomine follows you a little while after, sitting at the island as he watches you get everything out. Taj comes back down the stairs with the stool from the bathroom in his hands, putting it down in front of the counter. "Perfect timing, Taj. I just got everything set up." You kick over the step stool you got for him, and you have him start measuring out the pancake batter. Aomine finds himself sitting back at the island as he watches both of you. You and Taj watched Encanto earlier in the week, and he's been obsessed with the soundtrack ever since, so you have it playing while you fix the pancake batter.

Aomine smiles as he watches you and Taj sing the songs, both of you dancing when you can. Aomine gets lost in watching you and Taj interact, and he wonders if he could've had days like this all along. He thinks about where he would be if he didn't end things the way he did back then. He never got over you, and it can't help but feel like it's fate that he's found you again.

He wonders if he had met you earlier when he found out he was a father if Taj would be like he is now with him. You probably would've knocked some sense into him, and gotten him on the right track, but when he thinks about that, he can only think about how much he relies on you. And he's not sure if that's a good thing.

"Are you eating pancakes, Aomine?" you ask, looking over your shoulder, and you see that he's zoned out. "Aomine." You try again, but he still doesn't hear you. You make sure that Taj isn't going to make a mess before you walk around to where Aomine's sitting. "Aomine," you say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder, and he jumps before he quickly turns his head to look at you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, just got lost in thought," he sighs.

"I asked you if you're gonna eat some pancakes," you repeat, smiling at him. He nods, returning the smile, and you walk back over to Taj. "You gonna eat eggs, too?" you ask, and Aomine nods his head right after you speak, still with you and not in his own world.

Taj doesn't like eggs even though he loves cracking them open. He abandons the pancake batter after he's done stirring to crack the eggs which you help him with. While he whisks the eggs, you start to heat up the griddle. You keep an eye on Taj to make sure that he's not making a mess.

"Hey, Aomine, can you cut up some fruit for me?"

"Of course." He's quick to stand, and you already have the cutting board and knife out, he just has to get the fruit. You already cleaned them, so the only thing he has to do is cut.

"You can handle that, right?" you tease. He smiles, huffing as he rolls his eyes. Taj has been doing really well with making the eggs, so you just watch him cook, only helping him to dump the scrambled eggs onto a plate when they're done.

"Good job, Taj!" you praise, and he smiles up at you before immediately turning his attention to the pancake batter. You pour out the batter onto the griddle, making sure that Taj is keeping his distance so that he doesn't get burned. When one side is cooked, you stand behind Taj, your arms around him so you can help him flip the pancakes.

You both cheer loudly when he flips them without problems, and you tell Aomine that if he wants anything else to get it out of the fridge. You have Taj put the syrup on the table before getting his plate, and you give it to him when he comes back. You grab the breakfast meat from Aomine, and he frowns at you.

"I'll finish this. Take a plate and go sit." Aomine looks over his shoulder at his son, suddenly feeling really nervous. He turns to look at you when you hand him a plate of food. "Remember, no basketball talk." He doesn't move, and you turn him around before giving him a little push. "You got it, Aomine. Just talk to him."

Aomine picks at the plate before he walks over to the dining table. He sits across from him, and Taj looks nowhere near as happy as he does when he's with you. Aomine clears his throat as he tries to find something to say, and he notices Taj about to cut his pancakes.

"You need any help?" Aomine tries.

Taj doesn't even look up when he answers. "No, I got it." Aomine sighs internally, counting down until you get here. You walk in with cups in each hand, and you set one in front of Taj, giving the other to Aomine.

"Hey, Taj, why don't you tell your dad about what you did at school earlier this week?" you mention, urging Aomine with your eyes before you go back into the kitchen.

"It's nothing really," he whispers before he eats a strawberry.

"I bet it wasn't," Aomine responds. "Lay it on me."

"I read a book that was above my reading level, and it wasn't really hard for me to do."

"That's great, Taj. Was it a chapter book?" The question seems to surprise his son, and if Aomine wasn't looking, he definitely would've missed it because he can see Taj's eyes widen just a little. Taj nods, taking a sip from his cup. "What was it about?" Aomine carefully presses.

"Dragons," he answers, the word coming faster than his previous responses. Aomine wants to mention the dream Taj was telling you about, but not once did he mention him, so he decides against it for fear that it'll erase his progress.

"What do you like about dragons?"

Taj looks down at his plate as he finishes up his pancake like he's thinking of what to say. "How big they are, and how many colors they can be." Aomine nods to show he's listening, and the boy keeps talking. "Some of them breathe fire that's red, and others breathe fire that's blue, and that's hotter than red fire."

Aomine feels so many things at his response, and he nearly slumps in his seat that Taj is actually having a conversation with him right now. You walk in with the bacon and your plate in your hands, your cup being held by your teeth. You raise your eyebrows at Daiki as you set everything down.

"You telling him about the dragons?" you ask as you sit next to Taj, and you look at Aomine, giving him a hopeful look. The conversation goes by a little faster now that you're there, but Taj focuses most of his attention and responses on you. Every now and then, you have him tell Aomine things, and he quickly realizes that he has to have a mediator to talk to his son.

Aomine just decides to listen to you and Taj talk because, at one point, it starts to get too much for him. You seem to notice, but you don't draw any attention to it. When you're all done eating, Taj helps you with loading the dishwasher and washing the stuff that doesn't fit or can't go in it. Watching Taj after hearing what you said only makes him feel even worse, and for a split second he wonders if this is all worth it. He wonders if he's already done too much damage, if he can come back from it. You're giving him hope, but he doesn't know if he can have it in this situation.

You glance at Aomine as Taj talks to you, and he's zoned out again. You can only assume that he's thinking the worst, so you try to think of anything that could get him out of that. "Is there anything you wanna do today, Taj?"

"You're not leaving?" he asks, and you shrug as you shake your head.

"Not if you don't want me to. It's the weekend, so I figured you'd want to do something fun today."

"Can we go to the fair?" he asks suddenly. "I saw it on TV one time!" You have a vague idea of what he's talking about, so you look it up on your phone. It's actually not that far away, and you turn to Aomine, seeing that he's still sitting at the table in his own world.

"Aomine," you call, and he quickly looks at you. "Taj wants to go to the fair. You up to go?" You give him a subtle look, silently telling him that this is chance, and he gets it immediately, nodding his head as he stands.

"Sure. That sounds fun."

"Go ahead and get dressed, okay?" You tell Taj, and he quickly nods, running up the stairs and to his room.

Once you're all dressed, you all get into the car quickly since it's getting colder outside. Taj talks the entire trip there, and you can't help but smile and laugh as you listen to him. You rest your elbow on the console as you turn around to look at him as he talks, and Aomine finds himself smiling as well.

He focuses on you and Taj's conversation because he knows that all he'll think about his how you guys seem like an actual family, and how this is the only thing he's been thinking about the past couple of years.

He tries to tell himself that it's just a fantasy, that there's no guarantee that you'll even be here for the rest of his life, but when he's in situations like this, he can't help it. If you asked him months ago if he thought he would ever be in this situation, he would think you were crazy. He honestly couldn't believe his luck when he finally saw you again after all these years, and he's making it his mission to not fuck this up again.

Taj is bouncing excitedly as Aomine finds somewhere to park. It takes a while since it's the weekend and a bunch of people are here, but when finds one, Taj is already out of the car and waiting for the both of you get out. Taj grabs your hand as you walk toward the entrance, and he's bouncing on his feet the entire time.

You don't really worry about getting wristbands for the rides since Taj isn't tall enough to ride most of them anyway, so you focus mostly on the games that they have there. You can tell Taj is overwhelmed once you walk in, not knowing where to go first. You laugh softly as you guide him in one direction, deciding just to eventually make a full circle back at the entrance. As you walk, he looks at everything, and you continue moving until he finally finds something that he wants to do.

The booth with the skeeball catches his eye, and you let him lead you over to it. Aomine pays for his turn, and Taj says that he wants you to play with him, so you go to pay for your turn, but Aomine is already ahead of you. "You didn't have to do that," you whisper, and he just gives you a shrug as he smiles.

You roll your eyes, your attention quickly diverted to the game since it's starting. Taj struggles at first since he doesn't have enough strength to get any of the big points, and Aomine steps up behind him to help him. He helps throw the balls with enough force that they get into the top holes, and he's laughing the entire time. You glance over to see Aomine smiling as well, and there's a small part of you that's relieved since he hasn't smiled like that in the last couple of days.

You end up winning once the round is over, and you get to pick a prize, but you let Taj pick what he wants. He picks the dragon that's hanging on the side, and he jumps excitedly as the person at the booth hands it to him. He grabs your hand as you all walk away, keeping a tight grip on the plushie.

You play more of the games that Taj wants to play as you walk by, and Aomine pays for your turn every single time. "Aomine," you warn softly.

"Don't worry about it," he discloses, pushing towards the booth so you can play the game. Neither you or Taj do as well with the rest of the games, not winning any prizes, but Taj seems happy enough to just be playing them. You're looking for some more games to play when Aomine suddenly pulls you towards the basketball booth. You roll your eyes, but follow him anyway.

"Which one do you want?" he asks Taj, and there's a big wolf sitting in the corner being the hoops. He happily points to it, and Aomine pays for his turn. You already know Aomine's going to do well, doing tricks as he tosses the ball in, and Taj watches in awe as Aomine runs up the score.

He does so well, that all of you get prizes, and Taj wants all of you to get the same one. You all walk away happily with your matching plushies, and Taj suddenly runs ahead to another booth. He stays in your sight, so you and Aomine slowly walk up to see what he ran over to.

"I want this fish!" he exclaims, pointing to the one he wants.

"Bud, these things are super rigged," Aomine sighs.

"Look at the colors!" he shouts, completely ignoring him, and Aomine shakes his head.

"I'm not good at this," you admit, so Aomine tries at it. He doesn't succeed the first few times, and he sighs heavily before he pays the person again.

"Aomine, you've been at it for fifteen minutes," you tell him. You don't even know how much money he's spent.

"I almost got it," he murmurs, fully focusing on the game.

You don't know how much time passes, and you watch amused as Aomine tries turn after turn. Taj's excitement starts to dissipate the longer you stand there, and right as you're about to call it, Aomine shouts loudly. "You did it!" Taj gasps, and Aomine sighs heavily, letting his head fall.

Your mouth is open in surprise as Aomine hands the fish to Taj, and you've never seen him smile so wide. "You're awesome!" Taj says, hugging Aomine.

He laughs. "You're welcome, Taj."

He softly puts his hand on his head, leading him away from the game, and Taj holds the bag up to his face, smiling widely. "You spent so much money on that game," you note.

"You're telling me," Aomine cries. "But, he's happy, so it was worth it."

You're all starting to get hungry, so you make your way over to the copious amounts of food trucks. You find somewhere to sit, and you both smile as you watch Taj look at the stuff that he's won. You look at Aomine, who's smiling just as wide, and you softly touch his hand.

He looks at you, and you smile when his doesn't fade. "It's good to see you smiling," you tell him quietly.

He moves his hand a bit so he can squeeze yours gently. "Thank you for this." You nod slowly, and Taj soon gets your attention, telling you that he's done eating. There are a couple of kiddie rides further into the fair, so you hold all of the stuff while Aomine rides with Taj. He takes turns with both of you, and both of you take pictures. He sees the carousel next, so Aomine holds the prizes while you and Taj find the one that he wants to ride.

Once it starts, whenever it gets back around to where Aomine is standing, you wave to him, showing Taj where he is. Aomine waves back every time, filming the both of you as he does so. He actually rides it a couple more times before he's finally had his fill, and you decide to ride the ferris wheel as the sun starts to set.

Taj sits with you across from Aomine, and as the cart gets higher, he starts to get a bit more nervous. By the time you get to the top, Taj is huddled next to you, his face in your shoulder. You laugh softly as you move him into your lap, and you quietly try to urge him to look. You're about to reach the top, and Taj finally takes his head out of your chest.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, Taj. I promise," you reassure, and he slowly peels himself away from you, leaning over a little to look down.

"We're so high," he whispers, looking at the fairgrounds.

"I know, right?! You can see everything!" you muse, pointing out a bunch of different stuff to him. Aomine's mostly watching the both of you, enjoying the sight in front of him way more than what's outside. Once you to the top, the cart stops moving so that you have a chance to look, and Taj hesitantly slides out of your lap, holding onto your hand as he steps closer to the window.

"God, it's so beautiful," you whisper as you look at the sunset over the fair.

"Yeah, it is," Aomine finds himself mumbling even though he hasn't looked outside since he sat down. He's staring right at you, and thankfully you don't notice, your attention on Taj.

You take pictures, and you all take one together before it starts to go back down. Taj is sitting on your lap again when it starts moving, but you can tell he's a lot less nervous than before. He starts to doze off by the time you reach the bottom, and Aomine picks him up from your lap as you carry all of the prizes.

By the time you're making your way back to the car, Taj is asleep in Aomine's arms, and it's quiet as you walk. Aomine carefully straps him into the car, being cautious so that he doesn't wake him. "Did you have fun?" you ask Aomine as he drives off.

"Yeah," he answers with a nod of his head. "Thank you again for doing this."

"Don't mention it," you say lightly.

"I think Taj had the most fun, though," Aomine comments, and you chuckle softly as you turn to look at Taj.

"Yeah, he'll probably sleep for the rest of the night," you say, smiling at the way he's holding onto the stuffed dragon.

When you get to the house, Aomine carefully picks Taj up, and he stirs a bit before he goes back to sleep, his cheek mashed against Aomine's shoulder. You both take your shoes off before you walk to Taj's room, changing him into his pajamas before you lay him down.

"Goodnight," he whispers, and you rub over his forehead softly, kissing him on the forehead.

"Goodnight, Taj," you whisper back, and Aomine echoes it before you both walk out of the room, softly closing the door.

You sigh heavily when you're out in the hallway, and Aomine follows you to the guest room as you pack your stuff. "You're leaving?"

You cover your mouth as you yawn. "Yeah? You're here, so I don't need to be," you laugh softly.

"You can stay one more night. I don't mind."

You stop packing your stuff, looking at him. "You sure?"

"Of course," he states. "I would hate for you to go home so tired."

At that, you yawn again. "Alright. Thanks, Aomine."

"Sure. Goodnight."

"Night, Aomine."

"Girl, you're, like, the hot topic of the gossip right now," your friend says, and you frown as you set the phone on the counter, putting it on speaker before you turn the faucet on.

"What are you talking about?" you ask before you start to wash your face.

"I mean the tabloids, they took pictures of you and Aomine at the fair." You're quick to rinse and dry your face, and as you look at your phone, you see a text from here. You click on the message, seeing that she sent you a link to a magazine company. You click on it, and the first thing that comes up is a picture of you, Aomine, and Taj walking with the wolf plushies in your hands.

"I didn't even know they were there," you whisper as you scroll through the article.

"All of our friends keep asking me about it," she laughs, and you roll your eyes as you close it out. Of course, it's the usual, "new love interest?" type deal, and speculating if you're Taj's mom. You don't have the energy to deal with that right now, so you focus on getting dressed.

"Well, tell them that there is nothing to ask about. Nothing is going on between us."

"Well, I expected that. But his son is really cute, though. And you were right, we looks just like him."

"I know, right?" you laugh, sliding your shorts on. "They only difference they have is their personalities," you add, smiling when you hear her laugh.

"So, how is all that going, anyway? With Aomine, I mean," she asks, and you sigh as you fix your shirt in the mirror before walking out of your room.

"Besides it being awkward every time the conversation stops?" you question. "It's not that bad, I guess. It could be worse."

"Has he even apologized for what he did back then?"

"No," you sigh heavily. "And I don't really wanna have that conversation anyway. It's all in the past."

"Alright, if you say so."

You don't respond, figuring out what you want to eat. You look down at your phone to see a text from Aomine, and you roll your eyes when you see it, wondering if you talked him up. You frown a bit when you see that he's inviting you to his game at the end of the week, and your first instinct is to say no.

You tell your friend about it, and of course, she immediately tells you that you should go. You send back a text asking if Taj wants to go, figuring he asked you because Taj said something about it. You raise an eyebrow though when Aomine says that he hasn't even asked him yet. You've never been to a professional basketball game before, and you're not really a fan of watching pro, but you think it'll be a fun experience.

If Taj goes, I'll go

You send the text, locking your phone before setting it on the counter as you look through your fridge for something to eat. You talk to your friend for a couple of more hours, finishing the call shortly after. You see a text from Aomine, and you sigh just a bit. Guess, you're doing to a basketball game.

You honestly forgot how chaotic professional basketball games can be. The second quarter's barely started, and you're already overwhelmed. Since Aomine gave you the tickets, you have to sit right by the court, which you never understood the desire to do that in the first place.

Taj actually seems to be pretty entertained, so you bear with it for his sake. The camera pans to you every now and then, but thankfully, they don't seem to move the camera directly in front of you. You know that people are talking especially since people recognize you with and without Taj. You barely go out with Aomine at that, and people can still point you out.

You hold Taj on your lap as you watch the game, occasionally reacting to something ridiculous that happens like a bad call or one of the players being dramatic. The opposing team calls a timeout, and you focus your attention on Taj, asking him if he wants anything to eat. You've barely gotten the question out when one of the servers walks up to you with some food.

"Oh, we didn't order this," you tell them, but they still hand it to you anyway.

"One of the players bought it for you," they respond before they walk away, and Taj starts to eat as you scoff. The timeout ends, and you make eye contact with Aomine, who winks at you before walking back onto the court. You roll your eyes as you run your tongue over the inside of your lip, trying to hide your smile, but you fail almost instantly.

You make sure Taj doesn't spill anything as you eat, placing everything you and him finish on the empty seat since he's sitting with you.

He cheers whenever Aomine scores, which is pretty often, and they actually have a pretty good lead. When he looks over at you, he waves causes Taj to wave quickly back as he runs back to the other side of the court.

Watching Aomine only makes you think about how you use to watch him in high school, and how he always found your eyes in the bleachers whenever he scored. You always thought he looked the most relaxed on the court, and watching him today, you don't think any different. He still looks just as hot as he did back then, you can obviously see that, and you look at something else as you try to divert your thoughts.

The game is starting to wind down, but the other team came back, so it's getting a little too close for comfort. You find yourself on edge as you watch, and you look down at Taj when he gets your attention. You're obviously not looking at the court, but you suddenly see the ball rolling in your direction as the cheers from the stadium get louder. You can see player running at you, and you look up in time to see Aomine saving the ball just from going out.

You jump as you wrap your arms tight around Taj, but Aomine turns around, stopping himself with his hands on his chair just in time. "You okay?" he smirks, and you push him softly on the chest.

"Go play, Aomine," you order, and he kisses Taj on the forehead quickly, standing straight up, but he doesn't walk away without giving you another look.

"Bye, Dad!" Taj shouts, waving as he leaves, and Aomine looks over his shoulder to smile at him before paying attention to the game. You sigh heavily, starting to feel warm all of a sudden, and you ask Taj if he's okay to try and curb those thoughts you're having. You try your best to not show how much he affected you, but it proves more difficult than you expect. Luckily, Taj starts talking, so your smile can be blamed on whatever he says.

The game ends with Aomine's team winning, and he tells you to meet him outside of the locker room before he disappears. You set Taj down as you stand, and he helps you collect the trash. You walk off the court, finding a trash can near the locker room, and you wait for Aomine to come out. Taj talks excitedly about the game, and you hang onto every word.

They take a while, which was expected since they started to slip up at the beginning of the fourth quarter, and after some time, some of the players finally start to file out into view. Taj bounces on his feet as he waits for Aomine to come out, and he lets go of your hand, sprinting over to him once he sees him. "You were awesome, Dad!"

"Thanks, bud," he says warmly, picking him up. You smile as you watch them, and you jump when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Funny seeing you here." You turn around, gasping loudly as you jump into them.

"Chris! Oh, my God!" He hugs you back, picking you up for a split second before setting you down. "I didn't know you could actually play like that," you tease, and you laugh when he shoves you lightly.

"That's because you never came to any of my games," he counters.

"I did! But you didn't even play."

"Way to bruise my ego." You laugh, turning around when Chris' eyes go past you. Aomine's walking up with Taj in his arms, an unreadable look in his eyes. You frown slightly, wondering what's on his mind, but he speaks before you can even think about what it could be.

"You guys know each other?" Aomine asks, and you can hear an edge in his voice as Chris wraps his arm around you.

"Of course. She's the reason I'm here after all."

"Okay, that's a bit dramatic, don't you think?" you question after you roll your eyes, and Chris looks down at you.

"And how is that? You were the one that encouraged me to even consider going pro." You shake your head. "What made you come to this game anyway?" he asks.

"Aomine invited me since Taj wanted to go," you tell him, and Taj wiggles in Aomine's grip, telling him that he wants to get down.

"You were awesome, too, mister!" You laugh as Chris crouches down, holding his hand out to give Taj a fist bump.

"Thanks, little man. But I wasn't as awesome as your dad," he responds, and when you look at Aomine, he isn't smiling like you thought he would be.

"Alright, let's get outta here. I'm beat," Aomine announces softly, and Chris stands up before all of you walk out of the stadium. Taj holds your hand as you walk to the car, and Chris walks alongside of Aomine.

"So, am I only the only one that thinks it's a coincidence that she looks just like Taj's mom?" he asks, which puts a sour taste in Aomine's mouth. "Or does Taj's mom look like her?" he follows up, and Aomine gives him a look that causes Chris to immediately drop it.

You're buckling Taj in when they walk up to Aomine's car, and once you're done you close the door, walking over to the driver's side. "You got any plans tonight?" Chris asks once you come into view, and Aomine's hands ball into fists in his jacket pockets.

"Thankfully, no," you sigh. "I plan to do absolutely nothing tonight."

"Just nothing?" Chris whispers in your ear, and you laugh as you shove him.

"Thanks for inviting, Aomine. It was really fun," you say. "Congrats on the win."

"Thanks for coming," he responds lowly.

Chris throws his arm around you again, and Aomine follows the motion. "See you later, man," Chris says lightly before you start to walk away. You wave to Taj when Aomine opens the door to set his bag in the back. He slams the door with more force than he meant to as he watches the two of you walk away.

Finding out that you and Chris know each other definitely put Aomine in a bad mood. He tried his best not to show it, but he can't help but glare at his teammate at practice. He has so many questions, but he doesn't think he wants to know the answer to it. He knows that at the end of day, he doesn't have a right to know about your relationships, but that doesn't mean he can't be curious about it.

He can only blame himself though; thinking that there was a chance that you weren't seeing anybody. He was focused on trying to win you back that that became the last thing he thought about. He knows that he can't be mad, but the selfish and jealous part of him is pissed. He wonders your thing with Chris will last as long as you're here, and if it does, does that mean he'll never get the chance to be with you again?

He shakes his head, knowing that dwelling on this isn't good for him. It doesn't seem like you and Chris hang out all of the time, or maybe you just don't mention him that much in front of Aomine. What are the chances that you knew one of his teammates though? In the back of his head, he regrets inviting you to his game.

"Hey, you wanna go pick up Taj while I finish everything up?" The question jumps him out of his thoughts, and he looks at the time on his phone to see that Taj's is about to get out of school.

"Yeah," he sighs, getting off of the couch. He grabs his keys without another word, and he drives to the school, turning up the music from the radio to try and tune out his thoughts. He pulls into the pick-up line, and he smiles when he sees Taj walking down the hill a few minutes later.

"How was school today, Taj?" he asks once he gets into the car, only driving off when he hears the click of the seatbelt.

"It was awesome! y/n brought cupcakes this morning, but I didn't know until my teacher brought them out after lunch!" he explains. "Everyone sung happy birthday to me," he sighs, and Aomine doesn't even think about his inner turmoil as he listens to how happy his son sounds.

"That sounds amazing, Taj. I'm glad you had a good day."

The conversation Aomine overheard between you and Taj has been playing in the back of his head these past couple of months, and when he went to practice the next day, he immediately made it known that he couldn't be at practice or training that day. He made sure that nothing was going to come up; there was no way he was missing his son's birthday this year.

Of course, only thinking about that made him realize how he missed them the previous years, and how he always tried to make it up to Taj in a half-assed way. He kicks himself for that, but he knows now that he won't ever do anything like that again. He gets this weird sense of deja vu as he thinks about that, and his memories quickly take him to when you broke up with him. He's quick to listen to Taj's conversation, not wanting to take that painful path down memory lane.

When he pulls into the driveway, Taj can see that your car is in the driveway, so he's excited to tell you about his day. He runs towards the house as Aomine locks the car, and he waits patiently for Aomine to open the door. You're in the living room as soon as the door opens, and Taj is running towards you, nearly knocking you down.

"Thank you for the cupcakes!" he yells, and you laugh loudly, your head falling back momentarily.

"Of course, Taj. Did you have fun at school today?" He nods quickly, telling you the events of his day at school. You follow him to his room as he speaks, and Aomine waits until Taj is out of sight before walking into the kitchen. The decorations are already set up, and he bought the cake yesterday, which he checks to make sure it's in the fridge.

Taj said that he didn't really want a party this year, but you and Aomine decided to do a small party for him anyway. He hears the doorbell ring, and he walks to the door, frowning as he wonders who it could be. All of the happiness he was feeling is zapped out of the door when he sees who's on the other side.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard it was Taj's birthday, and y/n invited me," he answers. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Sure, come on in," he says, stepping to the side to let him in.

You come down the stairs, smiling widely when you see Chris. You walk over to hug him, and Aomine looks somewhere else in the house. "You made it!" you say softly.

"Of course. I had nothing to do tonight, and who doesn't love parties?" You laugh as the doorbell rings again, and you look past Chris before you walk towards the door. "Oh, that must be Tyson and Kayla."

You were right, your niece and nephew hugging you as soon as you open the door. Your friend and her husband is behind them, and you give them a hug as you let them in. You introduce everyone to each other right as Taj comes down the stairs. His steps slow as he looks at everyone who's in the room.

"Hi, Taj!" Kayla says, and the kids walk over him as he stops.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asks, and you walk over to guide him towards the kitchen. He gasps loudly when he sees all of the dragon decorations all over the kitchen, and you sit him down at the island.

"Happy birthday, Taj!" You all say as Tyson and Kayla sit next to him.

"I know you said you didn't really want a party, but I wanted to have a small one anyway," you tell him before you get the cake, which is also in the shape of a dragon. He looks at it, his eyes shining with happiness as you put the candle on the cake, lighting it shortly after.

You all sing happy birthday, and once you're all finished, he quickly blows out the candle. You all clap before you start to cut the cake, asking Chris to get the ice cream from the freezer. Everyone is having their own conversations as they eat the cake and ice cream, and Chris is standing next to Aomine, and Aomine can't hold his tongue anymore.

"So, what'd you guys end up doing after the game?" he asks quietly, fiddling with a piece of his cake.

"What do you think?" Chris muses, and Aomine can't hide his glare. "We were just catching up," he finishes with a shrug, going back to his cake, and Aomine wishes he didn't ask. He can't help but look at you again as you talk to your friend, and the fear of losing you forever starts to bubble up in his chest. He doesn't think he's ever felt so helpless in his life.

The kids play until the sun starts to go down, and you call them back in since it's getting colder as the sun starts to disappear. The party doesn't last much longer than that, and Tyson and Kayla give Taj one last happy birthday before they make their leave, and Chris stays to help clean up.

"Did you have fun today?" Aomine asks Taj, who looks like he's two seconds from falling asleep on the couch.

"Yeah," he mumbles, and Aomine smiles as he picks him up, taking him to his room. He helps him change into his pajamas before putting him into bed. "What'd you wish for?" Aomine asks him.

"Nothing."

"Why not?" he frowns.

"Because you were here for my birthday. That's all I wanted." Aomine can't help but smile, his heart swelling as he softly runs his hand over his forehead.

"Well, I'm glad your wish came true," he says warmly.

Taj gives him a sleepy smile. "Is y/n coming?"

"I'll go get her. Sleep tight, Taj," Aomine says softly. He turns the light out before closing the door, and he makes his way downstairs. He sees you and Chris talking, and you're laughing quietly as he gets into your space, and Aomine tries his best to keep his jealously at bay.

"Taj wants to say goodnight," Aomine interrupts, and you give him a nod before you make your way upstairs.

"So, is she Taj's babysitter?" Chris asks and Aomine just nods. "You think I can steal her away Friday night?" he asks suddenly, and Aomine nearly tells him no. He bites his lip to stop that from coming out. "We don't have anything on Friday, so I thought I'd ask."

"You don't really need to ask me," he responds, forcing out a laugh.

"Alright," he says lightly right as you come down the stairs.

"He's out like a light," you chuckle, pointing over your shoulder. "I'm glad he had fun today. You did good, Aomine," you say, pushing him lightly on the shoulder.

Despite the conversation he just had, he smiles. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course, you could have." You walk over to the door to grab your stuff. "You need anything from me?" He shakes his head, and Chris opens the door for you.

"Thanks for having me, Aomine."

"Yeah, no problem. Goodnight." You both echo him, and he doesn't close the door right away when you leave, watching you for a little bit longer until he can't take it anymore.

Aomine is surprisingly anxious when Friday comes. He can't stop thinking about it no matter what he tries. He's sitting on the couch, watching an old basketball game when you both come through the door. Taj hugs you once you close the door, knowing that you're going to leave. "See you later, Taj."

He runs to his room, and Aomine stands up, walking over to you before you can even leave. "Hey, um," he starts, and he can't believe he's actually about to do this. "Something just came up tonight," he lies. "My coach suddenly wanted me to meet with him, I don't know why."

"Seriously?" you ask, your body slumping a little, and Aomine tries and fails to ignore the guilt that's rising in him. "Well," you start with a sigh.

Taj comes back downstairs, and he frowns a little when he sees that you're still here. "Looks like you're stuck with me for the night, Taj," you tell him. "Your dad has somewhere to go."

"But what about your date?" he questions suddenly.

"You're going on a date?" he blurts, and you laugh a little as you shake your head.

"Those were not my exact words," you say to Aomine. "But, I'll just have to cancel them," you say to Taj. Taj stands there for a second, looking at the floor.

"How about I hang out with Tyson and Kayla?" he offers. "Can your friend watch me?"

You smile softly. "Really?" He nods quickly. "I can stay here with you, Taj. I don't mind."

"But you've been watching me a lot longer than you usually have. You should go have fun." You laugh at his words even though he does have a point. Since Aomine started having more away games out of the state, you're basically a full-time nanny now.

"Alright. I'll call her and see if she's free." Taj nods as the phone rings, and Aomine doesn't think he's ever felt worse.

His son is more mature about this than he is.

Your friend picks up and you explain the situation to her. Aomine's heart drops when it sounds like your friend can watch Taj, and he knows there's nothing he can say to stop you.

You hang up the phone. "She said she'd be happy to have you." Taj jumps excitedly, and you tell him that you'll be back in a couple of hours to come and get him. Aomine doesn't have any words, and he barely says anything to you as you leave.

Aomine almost wants to say something, anything to try to get you not to go, but he knows that you will catch onto what he's saying. When you walk in though, he's speechless as he takes in what you're wearing.

"T-Taj will be down in a second," Aomine stutters and you nod, looking down at your phone. He can only assume that you're texting Chris as your fingers tap at the screen. "You look amazing."

You smile at him, and he wishes he was the one taking you somewhere. "Thanks. I hadn't had a chance to wear this, so I thought tonight was the perfect time."

Taj comes down the stairs a couple of seconds later with his bag packed, and he walks up to you. "You look so pretty!"

"Thank you!" you gasp with a wide smile. "You ready to go?" He nods quickly, and he gives Aomine a quick goodbye, and Aomine can only silently watch as you both walk out of the door.

Aomine doesn't usually drink, but he didn't know what else to do. His thoughts were loud in his head, and there wasn't anything that could help him tune it out. He's only had half a beer and he's already feeling warm.

It seems like time slows down as he waits for you to get back, and he nearly jumps out of his seat when he hears your car pull into the driveway. He quickly moves the beer into the kitchen, out of sight, and by the time he's sitting back on the couch, you and Taj are walking through the door.

"Did you have fun?" Aomine asks, and Taj nods quickly.

"We played so many games, and their mom cooked us dinner! It was really good!"

Aomine laughs softly despite his heart feeling like it's on the verge of breaking. "That sounds awesome."

"Did you have fun tonight?" Taj asks you.

"I did! Thank you for freeing my night, I really needed it." That only makes Aomine feel even more like shit, and he feels anger start to course through his veins alongside the alcohol.

"You're welcome!" he says proudly as he hugs you. You laugh before he makes his way to his room, and you turn to Aomine once he's out of sight.

"He's probably gonna be up for a while since it's Friday night," you tell him, but Aomine doesn't respond. "Are you okay?"

"You really couldn't watch him tonight?" he suddenly asks, and you bristle at his words.

"Excuse me?"

"You couldn't cancel your plans just for tonight?" You raise your eyebrows as you look at him like he's crazy.

"Would you rather me leave him with some random ass stranger that you don't know?" you counter, keeping your voice down. Aomine goes to say something, but you cut him off with a scoff. "Please, and I mean, please, do not tell me you are upset that I hung with someone tonight that wasn't you."

Aomine freezes as he's caught red-handed, and you huff in disbelief as you shake your head. "Unbelievable." You look at him, and he almost wants to break the eye contact. "You have no fucking right, Aomine. There is nothing wrong with what I'm doing. I am allowed to have relationships that don't involve you."

"I-I know," he tries, and you take a step closer to him.

"Do you?" you press, and he can tell you're pissed.

"I'm sorry," he sighs quietly. "I'm really sorry."

You scoff again as you shake your head, leaving him and making your way to Taj's room. Aomine sits there, realizing what he's done, and he can only figuratively kick himself.

You spend some time with Taj before you finally call it a night, and you make no move to say anything to him or even look his way as you make your way out of the house.

And the only thing that Aomine feels is guilt and shame.

#aomine daiki x reader #daiki aomine x reader #aomine daiki x black!reader #daiki aomine x black!reader #aomine daiki #daiki aomine #knb x reader #knb x black!reader #knb #kuroko no basket

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axcel-lucci · 11 months

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Full moon

Wereleopard! Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: I'm kinda busy ATM, but even if October is done, it doesn't mean I can't write sm- also, probably last part lol

My masterlist

<== last part

It's been a few weeks since the full moon, Law was fully able to relax around (y/n) to let her see his wereleopard form. Even cuddles up to her on the bed when she's cold.

(He also demands being scratched behind the ear)

It kinda surprised his closest friends because he SWORE he would never tell you but when they visited, Law was just casually cuddling against (y/n) in his full wereleopard form as she brushed his soft fur.

"You should've told me you were this warm, hehe." (Y/n) giggled making Law groan.

"Mmm..." law grumbled before glaring at his friends, "what do you want?"

"Law. Don't be mean to your friends" she laughed softly and kisses his forehead before standing up, "please make yourselves at home, I'll make you some tea."

He huffed and crossed his arms, ascowl on his face as he watched (y/n) leave the kitchen.

"Law." Bepo called, "the pack by the south... They just had children."

"What the fuck do you want ME to do?!" Law yelled in clear disdain to the south's pack.

(Law is, and currently, the leader of the northern pack)

"Don't you understand?" Shachi muttered, "most packs need an heir they can count on...!"

"So?? I'm literally just 26."

"Look... I mean having an heir isn't exactly important, but think about it. An heir is just as important as the leader itself in a pack, only the northern pack has no heir!" Penguin reasoned, "you already got married, which is a good thing, the only thing we now need is an heir"

"I still don't see what's wrong with not having an heir." Law rolled his eyes before shushing his friends when (y/n) had entered the room

"Here is your tea..." She muttered while placing the tray of hot steaming tea pot and some tea cups on the coffee table along with some biscuits she knows his friends love

"Thank you... (Y/n)" he smiled softly as he kinda turned back to his human form and kissed her, "though... Can you give us some space for a bit? We need to talk about something important"

"Oh it's alright, I was planning to do some gardening anyways. My roses are the biggest this year..." She smiled, "just call me if you need me, alright?"

"Thanks..."

She soon walked out of the room to do her gardening.

"Now, is the heir really necessary?? I don't think it is..." Law huffed

"It isn't but... It puts the pack at ease that if something were to happen, whic we hope not, were to happen to you... There's already an heir ready to... You know... Take your role." Penguin explains further

"Especially now that the eastern pack is growing more and more aggressive..." Bepo muttered

"What? Aggressive?? That leader has always been calm" Law muttered

"Hmm..." Shachi thinks to himself for a while, "I did hear from somewhere that the Pack's leader dumped him right after he proposed... Maybe that sent him into a spiral?"

"It would happen... But... For now, get a feel of the eastern pack. I'm sure he'll calm down eventually... What about the western? They've been awfully quiet, especially since their leader is... How do I say this..." Law hummed to himself

"... Rowdy?" Shachi raised a brow, "don't worry... That leader is just busy training his young one. The young one turns 6 this year."

"Is that so...?"

"And the kid is like... Really cute!" Bepo cooed.

Law groaned, "is that all you want to tell me?"

"Oh? Well..." Penguin grinned, "there's a news somewhere that, Sora, warrior of the sea, is getting another book."

"Wait... Really?" Law said with wide eyes

"Hell yeah! I'm so excited! This book apparently focuses on Sora as a person not as a warrior" Shachi cheered whole munching on some cookies.

(Yes, these four gossip a lot over tea and biscuits)

After their visit, Law helped (y/n) wash the dishes.

"I love what you did with the roses, honey" Law smiled as he looked out into the backyard, now decorated with different coloured roses.

"Awww thanks sweetie! So, what did you and the boys talked about? I bet it's Sora again. Huh?" She laughed softly.

"Oh you bet" Law grinned and started to tell her what was said in the gossip.

She listened intently with small laughs and giggles here and there, responding with some questions about this and that, just... Listening to him until they finish cleaning up.

"... Yeah. And I remember, Sora was inspired by the creator's sister, who's name is also Sora and like..." Law hummed, "the creator said that his sister has always been brave growing up. Isn't that amazing??"

Law followed (y/n) up the stairs to their bedroom

"Oh? That's quite cute actually..." She smiled before sitting him down on the bed with a serious look, "Law... I need to tell you something... I don't know what your reaction would be but..." She muttered, "wait here."

She went to their bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Law just sat there, wondering what she wanted to say. She then came out with something behind her back, looking rather excited.

"What's that?" He said while trying to peak.

She giggled at his attempts before calming him down and showing him a positive pregnancy test.

"I'm pregnant..." She shyly said.

Law was in shock, more because he thought he was playing it safe, "oh wait... The full moon..." He thought

He just grabbed her waist and pulled her close gently before pressing a kiss on her abdomen and placing his head against her, "fuck... I don't know how to express how happy I am..." He groaned

She laughed and ruffled his hair, "it's alright... At least now I know you liked the news"

"Liked... Liked?? I LOVED it!" He smiled before hugging her tightly.

She just laughed even louder until he stood up and kissed her.

"Alright, you LOVED it." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I love you..." He muttered before kissing her forehead

"I love you too..."

But the he remembered something, "wait... What if... My child has the same curse as me...?"

"Law..." She cupped his face

"I..."

Law wasn't always a wereleopard, Law used to be a happy little boy in his small village until a couple of ruffians, that he now realized was a really mean pack, terrorised his village and unfortunately killed his parents but cursed him and his sister, sadly, his sister didn't survive the curse...

Law didn't even notice himself crying until soothing hands were wiping away his tears and a smooth voice coaxing him to calm down.

"Come now..." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled Law unto the bed.

He immediately buried his face in her chest and his arms around her waist tightly, silently curing against her at the sudden pull from memory train.

"Ahh... It's okay... It's okay, I'm here..." She soothes him while running her fingers through his inky black strands.

"Thank you..." He finally muttered once he had calmed down, "I don't know what I would be without you" he smiled up at her Smas she smiled down at him.

She only chuckled softly and kisses his forehead, "let's arrange this tomorrow? Good thing you're off from work for a week."

He nods with a smile.

5 months later, Law finds himself craving for something.

Though he knew (y/n) was pregnant, and a bump was already showing, he can't help himself at full moon.

While she helps him all the time, her hand wasn't simply enough.

Especially now that a bump is showing and it is said in her ultrasound that she might have twins or triplets, it'll be harder for her to reach him.

"(Y/n)..." He muttered, his body as hot as a furnace and trembling at any motion, his tail stood on end, his fur wa slightly sticky with sweat, his pupils were blown wide with arousal.

"Hm? Oh dear..." She gasped when she rubbed his cheeks, making him pur, "you're in heat... Again? I thought it only happens in the full moon?"

"It... It does but... It's not enough... I'm sorry, but I want to feel you. Touch you... Taste you with my mouth... Please... Is there anyway...?" Law practically begs her with such pleading eyes.

She hummed softly, "u-uhm... I don't know if it's alright but... You know... I have two holes..." She shyly suggested with a deep blush, "ah-! Forget it! It's embarrassing...!"

"Wait... No, it's alright. I like that idea...!" Law grinned mischievously before slowly approaching her

"Ah-ah." She smiled at him making him pause, "wipe the table and help me clean the house first, just some vacuuming and mopping will do."

"I should've known..." He mumbled

"Hehe."

...

"Is it alright if I clean up first...?" She asked with a small smile as he nodded

"It's alright."

She kissed his forehead softly before going to the bathroom.

Law pulled out the necessary "tools" he'd need which is simply just lube.

He waited patiently (and excitedly) on the bed until she was finished.

She came out of the bathroom in only her underwear, highlighting her belly bump slightly.

"I hope this is alright as well...?" She asked as soon as Law got up and kissed her deeply.

"It's sexy..." He muttered before snapping off her bra and throwing it away, "they're growing nicely for the baby."

He smirked slightly before playing with her tits.

"Law..." She laughed before gasping when he carried her to the bed and gently placing her down.

He then crawled to be on top of her, his hand drawing soft circles on her belly.

Law was currently in his wereleopard form, it made (y/n) wonder... Since his physique changed, would there be a chance that his thing grew a little? The thought had her squirming

"Thinking unholy thoughts, aren't we?" He smirked making her blush deeply.

"J-just do it already... I'm waiting." She pouted

"So am I..."

He soon removed her panties and throwing them somewhere before lifting one of her legs to his shoulders and coating his free hand with lube.

"This might feel weird..." He warned before rubbing the outside of her back hole making her whine.

"Law..." She moaned softly before gasping in pleasure when he slipped a finger inside, he started thrusting his finger inside slowly until he changed his pace, adding another and another until he stretched her out so well and coated her, inside and out, with lube.

"There... I hope it doesn't hurt" he smiled before coating himself with some lube as well and pumping it, coating his dick with some shiny lube.

(Y/n) can't help but stare and "observe". His member sure is bigger and has more veins than his usual one, she's not complaining though.

"Here goes..."

She whined slightly when he pressed his tip against her hole before slowly but surely pushed in with slightly ease.

It stung for a moment until pleasure kicked in, he was stretching her other hole up deliciously until he was all the way inside with a groan.

"So tight... Warm..." He growled almost animalistic while he waited for her to adjust.

By now, he had both her knees up to his shoulders, his hands on her hips, grinding her against him softly.

"L-law...! Please..!" She gasped before unconsciously clenching against him with a moan.

He groaned before lacing his fingers against hers and pinned them on the bed, his other free hand then gripped her waist before starting to thrust into her.

At first, his pace was kept to a medium, eliciting small moans and gasps from her until he could feel his animal side break and turn her to her hands and knees before thrusting deep inside.

She howled moans as he kept slamming himself in and out of her sorry little ass like the animal that was controlling him. He leaned over and hugged her real tight, a hand on her belly as he continued to thrust inside her

"L-law...! Ah- so... S-so good!" She moaned loudly.

Her moans were enough to fuel him more into a rougher state, thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. Like an animal in deep heat.

She kept moaning loudly that she feared her neighbors would hear, but that thought was thrown out the window once he hit a special spot inside her making her newly and drool with pleasure, "l-law...! Right there!" She moaned some more before he started abusing the spot.

"Law...! I-i cant-" she gasped when she feels herself start to tighten up into a warm recoil before releasing intensely with a moan.

He growled loudly and fastening his pace, roughing it up more, until he felt her squeeze the life out of his dick. He growled lowly into her ear and thrusted deeply inside her to spray her insides with his sticky cum.

Thrusting a few more, to make sure she drinks every single bit of him, he pulled out slowly and helped her get settled on the bed.

Law could still see his own cum leak out of her slowly as she panted heavily

"Much better..." He muttered before cuddling against (y/n) with his soft fur being her pillow

"That... Wasn't so bad..." She panted softly and hugging him

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head before going to sleep.

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mychlapci · 8 months

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It seems to Prowl that his every unsuccessful move is being watched - and he is right, even if he does not know about it yet. Most will not pay much attention, but those who, like him, studied under a special program 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. They see the signs and connect the dots. There is a new entertainment in the dojo - how long can they tease Prowl until he realizes that they know? Bots begin to communicate with him more often, accidentally bump into him in the hallway, invite him to joint lunches and workouts. A touch here, a push there, a successful cut and now the new student of Yoketron arches his back and tries to restrain moans. And it's 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

Prowl is not at all thrilled that he was dragged out to lunch together, but as soon as he tried to stand up, the vibration in his valve intensified, and a discharge of electricity pierced his clitoris. He hopes his voice didn't shake, but behind his back, the bots exchanged knowing grins and continue to snuggle closer, offering to go to oil baths together to relax after the fight. It would be rude to refuse them, right?

… It was worth admitting that oil baths were a really good idea. Aching mechanisms relaxed, and a skillful massage from another student relieved the pain that he used to ignore. However, they were replaced by a new feeling. The heat spread through the body and accumulated in the lower abdomen, fueled by a charge of energy that did not dissipate after lunch. But he can't get aroused like that! So close, everyone will see exactly how lecherous he has become!

hgrhhh… students who've already undergone this special training immediately recognize the limp in Prowl's gait. Poor thing looks like Yoketron's really putting him through it, but if that's how he wants it, then they can help out. Everyone is so stoked to tease Prowl, nudging closer and closer, making sure to ask him if he's okay when he's clearly overloading his brains out in the corner of the sparring room. They wait until Yoketron stuffs him with a vibrating toy to drag him around, knowing that he'll be too out of it to stand up from the table even though he probably wants to… oh, what wouldn't he give for the opportunity to run away and hide somewhere quiet where he can ride out the toy's vibrations...

But he can't, and now he's been roped into an oil bath, an a massage, and everyone is so close to him, his pelvic floor is clenching and his belly feels hot. He's never wanted a real spike more. But he’s not some kinda piece of shareware, he won’t get on his hands and knees and beg for them to please replace that blasted toy with a real, warm spike… not even if he really, really wants to.

mhmmm Prowl realizing people know one day when he’s huddled up in some hallway, shaking with pleasure, lubricant dripping down his thighs, and a familiar face leans in and asks him, knowingly, if he’s okay. He realizes that the people that have been dragging him off to lunch and through oil baths and asking for hearty spar and not letting up when he said no have known all along. They've been watching him struggle all this time…. Prowl cums at the realization. He’s never considered himself an exhibitionist but this drives him insane. He feels so filthy, while the other student just laughs, petting his head - he doesn’t remember when he’d dropped to his knees. He thinks he might still be cumming a little, honestly…

#valveplug #texty #dubcon #overstimulation

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cleverchildblizzard · 2 months

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Dating Liam Williams [general headcanons+romantical stuff]

@myvirtuallove for u pookie 😊 eat up!!

For those who dont know,Liam is my creepypasta oc! I just did this for funziesssss and I hope you like it!

How you two met:

I feel like the two of you would meet in the forest or somewhere dark and secluded! That's where Liam is usually found so if you where to look around there you'd most likely catch sight of him!

When Liam spots you walking around the dark and eerie forest,he's confused.What in God's name where you doing walking in a place like this? At NIGHT? You must have a death wish.

He would probably try to scare you off since he doesn't believe in killing innocent people,if he did he's no better than the one who ended his own life...

But anyways,he would try scaring you of by making things move by themselves,making himself invisible then tapping your shoulder or something,just anything to get you away.

If you decide to keep going,he gives up.But as he floats of,he hears a small gasp.

The man whips his head around to find you standing there,gobsmacked as you take in his appearance.Dark grey skin,a battered jaw,as well as an injury at his head,a bit of his brain on display too.

If you guys are wondering what he looks like [haven't don't full body yet but expect it eventually!! For now have the small doodle]

He legit expects you to scream,or just be afraid and run off! If you do,he won't chase you,instead watching your rapidly retreating form with a solemn sigh.He can't blame you,but it still hurts.

BUTTTTTTT....if you don't end up running away,instead fascinated by the ghost standing in front of you,he'll just stand there dumbfounded.

Where's the screaming? The look of terror in your eyes? He didn't expect...you to actually not be scared,but then again everyone had different limits!

He'd probably back away if you stepped closer,the slight smell of blood and dirt mixed with vanilla filling your nose as you draw closer to the man.

Just flat out nervous,but also curious himself.It's been so long since he's been in contact with another human who won't run away,but it's still nerve-wracking for him.

Confession:

To start off:Liam would get whiplash the second he finds out you had feelings for him.

Like wow,you really having feeling to a zombie like ghost?? Good for you I guess?

He would wait for a confession [which he HEAVILY doubts will happen] cause he's to quiet and kinda shy,also in heavy denial at the idea of you liking him back.

If your also to shy,leave a sign,he would feel more confident if he saw a hint that you liked him and would confess to you! Or else he won't confess at all.lol

But nevertheless he's kinda excited,but nervous,he's always nervous.But is still happy you feel the same!

Though he's kinda worried about your safety,there are loads of things in the forest and over members like Jeff,or EJ,who could probably kill you or something! He doesn't want you getting hurt.

Dating him:

Dating Liam is pretty chill,he makes sure your happy and likes to hear your laugh.Takes you on walks through the forest and might take you stargazing!

On problem though: physical affection is gonna need some work.

Liam HATES physical affection due to past trauma and his death,he's really hesitant when it comes to physical affection.But,he might be able to do some hand holding and [maybe] some kisses but you'll need to initiate it cause he sure isn't.

Also oblivious to flirting,he doesn't really know the whole deal with flirting and you'll probably need to be more obvious when flirting with him.

But when you do fluster him,he blushes.Hard.His body is kinda cold from you know,being dead,but the blush with maybe be an even darker shade of gray along his cheeks.

Will stand there like an idiot,before just covering his face.He has no idea how to react [god forbid you flirt with him even more once he's in this state,he just gets overwhelmed with embarrassment,it's too much for him <3]

He will get you gifts,which are usually flowers he picked of the ground,he did his best to get rid of the roots! He also tries to go out [at night] to get you some jewellery,he wants to make sure you feel special!

If someone messes with you,unlike the other creepypastas,he won't kill them,but will instead comfort you.But if the person was that disrespectful,he might take...bigger measures to make sure they don't do it again.

Sometimes gets insecrue,please reassure him that you love him :[

overall cares for and loves you like the world :3

#oc x reader #Creepypasta oc x reader #Oc

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 25: Silence is Golden

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts;

Lost voice

Duct tape

"You better start talking."

I mean really, how could I not torture (it came out more implied than anything…) Donald? Also; sorry in advance for anyone who likes good parents Hortense and Quackmore…. And sorry its kinda short! These things keep loosing length, where did it all go??

The family tree was all over the place, to say the least, but one thing thats pretty common, is the tempers. You'd think they'd stop having kids eventually, a recipe for disaster for anyone you asked.

When the McDucks joined the family, it was a surprise to everyone. Hortense and Quackmore were at eachothers throats as much as they were head over heels. And when she got pregnant? Lets just say you didnt want to see her angry.

They didnt know what to expect, for the parents or children, but the other generations so far had done their jobs, they were sure the kids would be fine. They may fight, but they loved eachother, and they'd love the children too.

Itd be fine.

…

Donald and Della are turning 6, and Grandma Duck is throwing them a party. She hasn't seen much of her grandkids, holidays maybe, in pictures sure, so she wanted this to be the best birthday.

Shes more than ready when her son pulls up. He takes a moment to leave the car, talking to the twins before helping them from the back seats. She bends down with open arms, but it takes a nudge from Quackmore for the two to come in for a- stiff- hug.

"I'm sorry Ma, but I have to go. Hortense and I have a thing, thanks for taking care of them today though!"

"Oh, uh of course dear. You know im always delighted to see family."

"Thanks, you two be good."

She watches her son leave with a frown, before looking down at two of her grandchildren,

"Well then birthday kiddos, lets go have some fun yeah?"

Donald hasnt said a word. And Elvira knows he can, she might not have seen them often, but she remembers the few times she had. Shes thankful at least, that he seems to get along with his cousins, though hes rare to leave Dellas side.

Fethry finally pulls him away, and Elvira is quick to sweep down and smile at the birthday girl.

"Having fun Della?"

"Yes grandma. Thank you." She stands stiffly, hands fidgeting with her skirt.

"Of course dear, can I ask you something sweetheart?"

"...sure." She answers hesitantly.

"Why… why isnt your brother speaking dear?"

"Oh… Donalds lost his voice grandma. I've been tryin ta find it, but daddy- father says, that we should forget." She admits quietly.

"Lost… I see. Well, lets look together then, shall we?"

"Oh really??" Her eyes light up, "you'll help us look Grandma?"

"Yes, I'm sure the cousins could help too, lets go find that voice of his."

Later that year, Hortense and Quackmore die in a car accident. And Elvira takes the two in for a while, Scrooge had been in the will, but she wonders if he'll be up to the task. She'll be around either way, and she would find Donalds voice.

…

Donald wakes with duct tape around his bill. Its not a new occurance, he lives a life of adventure- whether he liked it or not. It seemed people really thought keeping him quiet scared him or something. He could understand if his voice annoyed them, but they always taunted the fact he couldnt communicate anymore like he didnt know at least 2 other ways to do so.

The villian of the week is monologuing, Della is sitting across from him, looking bored out of her mind. Donald makes a couple of eye and shoulder movements- twitches at best- that she responds with in a simular fashion.

"Hey! What are you two doing?!" He cuts off mid sentence to yell the question, as if they could answer with any more than a raised brow.

"You're not talking your way out of this. You'll be stuck in silence for the rest of your short lives, and I'll be living rich somewhere!"

Donald rolls his eyes, even as the guy kicks him for it. He was weak to say the least, though crafty enough to nab them. It was a chore more than anything though, Scrooge would come bursting in any minute, treasure in hand and ready to gloat and taunt for hours to come.

Two more minutes of angry ranting, Della mocking him everytime his back is turned, and Scrooge finally arrives.

"Get yer grimy hands off me wards!"

"McDuck! Er, no! I win this time! I have the upper hand!"

"Ye got nothing of the sort, these two trouble makers could have escaped ages ago." Their Uncle is wrong of course, Dellas pocket knife cut through her bindings a while ago. And Donald had gotten the knot undone a couple minutes after he woke.

Della shows off her free limbs cheekily, Donald rolling his eyes once more as he stands and stretches, gauging his injuries as he does so.

Scrooge does his whole thing, takes the guy down and turns to them with a lesson or lecture on his tongue, when he stops and gives them his equivlent of a worried look.

"Is the tape stuck?" He asks carefully.

Donald frowns, feeling the pull on his bill, and realizes he'd completely forgotten, and so it appears did Della.

The 12 year olds carefully pull the tape from eachothers bills, working their mouths to rid the ache. Apparently Donald was more used to it than he thought…

…

"You better start talking!"

Well thats a first. Donald could only remember a handful of people who wanted him to talk. There was far more times where people wanted him to shut up, and this guy wanted him to talk…

He looks to the kids behind him, six of them, all relying on him right now. He looks back to the villian with a glare,

"Let the kids go and I'll tell you." He says it slower than usual, over pronouncing to try and be understood.

"You're in no place to make demands Duck. Scrooge isnt coming this time, you start talking, or the kids start walking." He motions to the plank with a twisted smile, uncaring who he has to hurt for his gain. Gosh, this wasnt even an adventure this time. It was a reward trip for the kids, a vacation to help them relax and have fun like children. Scrooge wasnt coming, this was up to Donald, and he wouldnt let anything happen to them.

"The maps in the stars."

He gives instructions, piece by piece, keeping the kids behind him at all times. His hands stay behind his back, forming signs and shapes and tapping patterns. Donald is forced ashore with most of the crew, in hunt of the treasure, but he leaves the kids with clear instructions. He trusts them to complete them, while he handles the rest. After all, this treasure was still here for a reason.

The cave is shaped like a toothy mouth, gaping, dark and dank. Things move in the dark at the opening, but the further in they go, the less life there is. Statues in varying states line their path, Donald determinedly doesnt look at them, but he knows the crew is getting spooked.

"Its right through there." He says finally.

The captain swipes his blade and Donald goes down with a shout, arms pressed tightly to the slash across his body.

"Shut him up. Im tired of that voice. We have treasure to collect."

One of the men ties rope across his bill, and pulls his hands behind his back, aiming a kick to his wounded front, before the whole lot enters the last chamber of the cave.

Donald huffs and heaves, rope rubbing painfully at his bill and every breath pulling at his cut. Blood dripping from his collar bone to his hip in steady lines, he needs to get out of here and make sure the kids are okay. He hears shouts from within, cut off almost immediately after they start, and forces himself to roll onto his knees.

He stumbles his way from the cave, each statue a stablilizer as he goes. Horror and pain stricken faces on each, adventures and innocents long lost to the curse of this place. Even Glomgold had been wise enough to leave this one be, most saw the statues and wisely turned back. Scrooge had tried to go in, almost getting Della turned to stone in the process, before turning back.

One of the statues has a fallen sword by it, old and broken, but the jagged end still does the job of freeing his wrists. He presses his arms to his front once more as he hurried towards the ship. The kids are jumping off it as he arrives, running towards him. He drops down and catches the boys, the girls not far behind them, toppling them all over.

"Unca Donald! Youre hurt!" Louie is the first to notice, and Donald feels bad for the blood on their clothes.

His fingers move quickly as he tries to assure them hes fine. He feels the ropes slide off his bill and blinks a bit, Lenas hand stops glowing and Donald gives her a grateful smile. To prove he'll be fine, he stands, and motions towards the ship, he could get them going and find a first aid kit hes sure.

Donald had found his voice long ago, it had been taken from him often enough that he learned to communicate without it. And those that cared, had done the same. But they also took the time to learn his voice, luring it out of hiding and encouraging it. So that a lost voice would always find its way home.

#you better start talking #whumptober2022 #no.25 #lost voice #duct tape #ducktales #fic #angst #implied child abuse #blood and injury #kidnapping #threats of violence #donald angst #open ending

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mehidktbh · 3 years

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🖤❤️AAAHH!! Omg I saw you’re taking requests and if you have time/comfortable with it I have one^^❤️🖤

🖤❤️Brahms, Micheal, Harry, reacting to their s/o in a club dress?🖤❤️

❤️🖤I recently got this pretty sparkly one and I’ve had the idea ever since!~🖤❤️

🖤❤️thank you!~^^❤️🖤

A/N: Oooooooooh, yes!! Stop I love this! So sorry if the story doesn't line up or make sense. Had a hard time doing Harry since I've never done him before, so I'm sorry if it's bad.

Warning 18+: Mentions of NSFW/Smut, sexual activity and themes and drinking

MICHAEL MYERS:

- You came down the stairs silently, trying your best to dodge the creaky stairs. The house was quiet and dim. You were positive Michael left a long time ago and while you waited for the moment you silently got ready upstairs.

- The dress you wore was sparkly and rode up very high on your thighs. You were going to go clubbing this night with some of your friends, trough the big problem was you didn't want Michael to know. Because you know damn well when he finds out all hell breaks loose.

- You made it down to the kitchen and quickly snatched the keys out of the bowl. You turned around and was quickly pushed up against the wall. Michael was standing right behind you, his hands gripped tightly but not too tight around your neck. His breathing was hard and hot against your neck, his eyes were seemly black and endless.

- It finally clicked in your head that Michael had been in the house for a while, just watching you. He never left to go out and instead he silently observed from the corner of the room. He knew that you had plans with someone else and he didn't like that, he wanted you all to himself. The thought of you wearing that dress and going out to a random club where so many men could be there made him aggrieved.

- Through the more, he looked at the dress you were wearing made him even more hungry for you. He would tear up the dress and leave it in bits for you to find the next morning. He'd want nothing of that dress to be left behind, and you knew it.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

- How do you even leave the house with this man, even so, how do you even get the dress in the first place!?

- If he wasn't found that dress already and probably hit it somewhere so he could do things. Than congrats!

- Brahms would definitely be very mad after finding out you were trying to go somewhere else. He'd throw a whole fit and complain for hours on how you were trying to make him jealous. He'll throw stuff, rip stuff and until you give in and promise not to leave "Ever" He'd be happy and stop.

- Even with you wearing that sparkly, cute dress he'd still be mad.

- He'll feel like you were trying to get away from him, mainly because he's so scared to go outside. He might be a little distant and grumpy for a while but after some time he'll confront you, though he won't apologise. He kinda expects you to do it

- The only way he'll ever forgive you is if you repay him. How? Well...

- He'd definitely want you to hand over that dress so he can confiscate it and do his own weird shit with it. And then he'd want you to strip and probably help him with the boner that he has had forever. And then maybe after all of that, he'd forgive you.

HARRY WARDEN:

- You wearing that dress in front of him...

- AHH

- Harry would definitely stop breathing and working after that. I feel like Harry would maybe let you go outside, he isn't that possessive over you as much as Michael and Brahms. But he still would want all of your love and affection, he'd let you go out with friends and stuff. Just as long as you know the rules and how you shouldn't talk to certain people or do certain stuff, I mean he is always watching of course.

- So when you come down to meet him wearing such a beautiful and sparkly dress he can't help but feel a little possessive. He would stare at you as you twirl around and show off the dress in all its glory. He just can't handle himself.

- The thought of you going into town with such a revealing dress, it'll definitely catch the eyes of everyone. And he just can't have that tonight. He just returned home not too long ago from working in the mines, after hours of being down underground in the humid and stuffy mines he would love to blow off some steam.

- He'd command you to come closer to him. As you walk closer to him, your fingers fiddling around with the bottom of your dress. He's going crazy. He'll finally wrap his arms around you and bring you into his tall form, you can hear the loud breathing of him through the gas mask. His fingers gently come around to your back and stroke your hair before slowly unzipping your dress. You latch onto him and mumble out something that he doesn't process due to the number of thoughts that are ruining through his head.

- Tonight he wants you and only you. He won't ruin your dress, might leave a few marks but he'll want to save the dress for later.

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michu-writes · 3 years

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🐉 I think a poly Tord x reader x Tom would be interesting! Not them necessarily wanting to share or even liking each other but they do for the sake of their partner. I think it would be fun and chaotic as heck to read some headcanons about it if that's okay? Love you! <3

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JEALOUSY JE-

Especially Tom. He absolutely hates Tord, but loves him at the same time. Like he hates him, but his life wouldn't be complete without him. It's kinda hard to explain- But yeah he gets really jealous of Tord. Sure, Tord also gets jealous from time to time, but not to the point where Tom would straight up smash an alcohol bottle into Tord's head. Just kidding, he wouldn't do that...... He would. But he doesn't wanna upset you either lmao. Tord would also egg him on at some point, you'd just stand there and watch them screwing around. It's fun and cute to look at, but you have to break them apart as soon as possible until things escalate-

Anyways,,, apart from that, you guys actually do bond together too!!! Like a date night somewhere quiet whilst listening to Tom playing the guitar and just feeling like teenagers drinking alcohol for the first time. And late night drives around the town and just turning up the music and just sing at the top of your lungs. You'd drink small sips of alcohol even when driving, but you have limits. There's never been an accident.... I think.

Edd and Matt would probably be a bit intimidated by you guys. They never expected Tord and Tom being in the same relationship, whisky being with you too. They're happy for you either way, but probably have a lot of questions. Expect a lot of teasing from them too.

Also if you like hentai or watch it, you should totally do so with Tord. Tom would be disgusted, but he'll let you guys be. Sometimes Tord would trick you into watching hentai with him, but if you get uncomfortable, he'll turn it off immediately. He honestly just does it for the sake of laughs, but he actually enjoys it- But yeah just a heads up.

A/N: Anyways this was so fun to write, GIVE ME MORE REQUESTS!!

#Eddsworld #tom #tord #x reader #x y/n #y/n #reader insert #eddsworld x reader #tom x reader #tord x reader #Fanfiction #headcanons

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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(3/3) Eren Yeager

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Send a DM just to trap me (damn)

Threw your bitch in a taxi (taxi)

Wanna get drunk and nasty? (Nasty)

It was inevitable, of course he was going to find out.. Now here you are, sitting in your mothers house trying to figure out what you could've done differently. It's not only embarrassing but it sucks because that's your father, he's your everything , he's the man who adopted you. All you had to do was stay away from Eren.. though you couldn't even do that..

"Cheer up, here.. I got watermelon and pineapples.. I know it's your favorite.."

The woman with glasses, your mother handed you the soft bowl that held your favorite fruit. Her eyes staring at you softly as you were sitting on the floor. It was like you felt like you didn't deserve a bed right now.. In all honesty though, it wasn't fully your fault.

The soft, warmth that you had from the strong arms that touched you in ways... that night had kept you asleep. His hair fit his face so well and he said so many things that night that was hard to pass by. It wasn't a joke, Eren knew what he wanted.. and that was you.. and still is.

The many missed calls from him was ridiculous and the texts were everlasting. He figured he'd messed up, that or you were maybe drunk last night..? You didn't seem drunk.. that's just because you weren't.

"I should've stayed away from him..."

"Cupcake, you can't keep blaming yourself. Shorty-pants tends to be that way with Eren because of their past. There's nothing wrong with Eren technically, he lost his parents at a young age, in front of his eyes.. so he's a bit mental from that.." the words came out of Hange's throat and you nodded slowly. The thought still edged you on though, why did Levi want you away from him..?

Just because he has mommy AND daddy issues? That is a bad sign for sure, but at the same time.. Eren has done nothing but shown you his kind side. As well as his sexual side but we ain't gonna talk about that.

"So why... did dad kick me out... because of that..? Or cuz of their background together..? Eren is nothin but nice to me.. I would've backed off otherwise I ain't stupid to stay wit a nigga that beats on me.."

These words spat out in direction of no one in particular since nobody is here.. but it hurt. You wanted to scream so badly but what good would it do anyways.. Slowly slipping a pineapple chunk in your mouth. You watched as Hange was conflicted on what to say.. which is odd.

She has known Levi longer than anyone.. but Levi is still a mystery. So all she could do was direct this somewhere else...

"He'll be fine later okay? Don't worry... just.. eat your fruit, someone's comin to see ya in a little bit.. mkay?"

It's almost been a month.. and you didn't see Levi becoming fine any day now.. from what you could see, you were abandoned just like whoever your real parents were..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Standing outside to get some nice air, your eyes watched the car in the driveway pull off. It was Hange's bmw. Her mission was to get Levi to straighten up and fly right, but you told her there wasn't any need. The damage was done already.. right?

Hange does tend to make things right though, she's just that lovable of a person..

Letting out a sigh, you'd decided to finally turn your back and try to go back into the house but your ears were kinda deceiving you. Your head whipping back towards the driveway as you saw the car that was there. It wasn't Hange for sure, though that black, porche was nobody's but..

Eren's...

His taller form immediately moving from that car and eventually coming to face you.. in all honesty he wanted to yell and scream and do everything in the book.. but seeing your pretty eyes tear up was enough for him.

After a few silent minutes passed, the two of you were now wrapped up in each other. As close as you two possibly could be on the comfy couch. Just bathing in each other's scent and aura. It was a nice feeling nonetheless, but at the same time, Eren was confused as to why you were so quiet. Why didn't you answer his messages or his calls...

"I'm sorry... I ain't mean to ghost you like that... but, he uhm..."

Swallowing down the tears that were edging to release again. Eren's green eyes stared into yours, his ears ready to hear everything you had to say to him. He wasn't going to ignore these feelings you had.. why would he?

"He found out... and he didn't like it.. obviously. He kicked me out...so I live here now..." your words spilling out of your throat, it sounded like you were in pain. Your glossy eyes staring up at Eren, who happened to be a bit more annoyed than anything. The past was the past... he didn't understand why Levi was so strung up on him. The two never had good relations, they always hated each other... Maybe in a past life too..

"I'll talk to him.."

"N-No, do you have a death wish..?"

"For you... I'll do anything you want.. if you wanna come live with me that's aight with me..." Eren offered up everything he could think of. There's just this feeling, he didn't want to leave you... but he also didn't want you to be abandoned by your father...

Eren knows that technically, that's already happened to you.. but you grew up with Levi and Hange..

"We gonna talk to him together... he ain't gon kill you if I'm there.. even if he hates me.."

"He Doesn't hate you... not him... he just pissed right now." Eren was correct, Levi was simply annoyed at the fact that you decided to spend the night without his knowing... and at EREN's house nonetheless. Levi already could think about what happened in that bedroom... though if you played your cards right, you could probably make it seem like it didn't happen...

Probably...

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The paperwork continued to pile over, Hange's steps being big as she stepped over the books and papers. Honestly, this has to be the first time she's seen Levi like this. His house was a mess.

And that's something you don't hear everyday.

"Shorty! Shorty mc shorty pants...? Ah!" Hange was obviously teasing the male but she ended up tripping on one of his shoes that was in his office, man was he living in this one room?

Her glasses were put back on her face as she looked up at the desk. Seeing Levi tapping on his keyboard quickly. He himself probably didn't notice the way he was living at the moment... when he does he'll probably scold himself.

"You sir, need to get it together!" Hange spoke as she stood back up, and she earned a loud and annoyed sigh from the male.

"Look, shitty-glasses I don't have time for it right now!"

"Don't yell at me! This is about your kid wanting to isolate herself from the world because you can't stop being an asshole!" Hange quickly spoke as she then moved back from Levi, making sure her distance was far... still managing to joke in instances like this.

"Stop trying to pry them apart! I've seen Eren! He treats her like a Queen and he even gives her these looks that makes it known... he's not going to hurt her... not to mention she might hurt him first.. physically.. I've seen her throw a shoe at him once.." Hange chuckled out at her last sentence but Levi didn't seem like he was in a laughing mood.. nor was he ever...

"Fine" Hange huffed, her cheeks reddened at the fact that she couldn't persuade Levi-that's what she thought-and she immediately left his office, though came back and kicked one of the books over...

The two slender fingers he had was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to surpass the headache that already arrived.

"Get out.."

"Daddy I ain't do nothin wit him, I just fell asleep I swear..-"

"I don't care!"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"I'm tired.. I'm goin to sleep Ight..? Pick me up tomorrow..." your words softly sliding out as Eren stared at your soft lips. This however made you smile and wrap your arms around him. Pulling him down to your height to kiss him gently. His lips still tasting like sugar...

Today, Eren kept you company and he even offered to take you out tomorrow... so all wasn't lost..

Eventually you'd closed your bedroom door and decided to get ready for bed. Gently laying in your bed after putting a scarf and bonnet on your head. The soft pillow was cold and that only made you a tiny bit more happier...

Knock knock

As you were about to close your eyes, the sound of knocking was on your door. That could be nobody but Hange... right? Considering this is her house but normally she just opens the door... without knocking..

"Come in...?" In a bit of a confused tone, you'd propped yourself up so you could get a better look at the door.

"Why say 'come in' if you're unsure... you're going to get yourself killed.."

"Daddy!" Your voice shrilled with happiness... and all Levi could feel was that same energy.. he may not like your little... boyfriend.. but he loves you.. his beautiful daughter...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

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astro-rain · 4 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter three - “penny for your thoughts”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: reader runs into a familiar face at the lake near her quarters in wakanda and they get to know each other a bit (kinda meet cute)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: not my photo

The sunrise in Wakanda was one of the most marvelous things (Y/N) had ever seen. It was truly divine. Magnificent shades of burnt orange and gold bled through the boundless canvas of clouds. The sun, rich and saturated, was the epicenter of these vivacious gradients. It was almost as though Odin himself was painting the sky.

Her windows, encompassing the space of an entire wall, opened her room effortlessly. They led directly to the outskirts of a small lake that perfectly reflected the sunrise. It almost felt like a vacation. Or a dream, whichever came first.

She had slept wonderfully, but woke up early all the same. The beginning of her morning consisted entirely of sitting right outside her room staring at the ascending sun. She supposed she could've stayed there all day as Shuri told her they wouldn't start working until tomorrow; something about settling in and adjusting. Although she thoroughly enjoyed her quiet, warm morning, wasting the whole day cramped up near and inside her room would be a very poor choice.

There's so much here, I might as well enjoy my mini vacation.

She slipped on her shoes, closed the glass door, and made her way to the very lake she was admiring so dearly. She sat at the edge of the lake, letting the smooth sound of the flowing water fill the air around her. It was so quiet, secluded. She was alone; it was lovely. Tranquile even. Being by herself brought a strange sort of comfort, like she was safe and-

"Hello."

She turned around, still sitting. "Oh. Hi Jame- I mean... Bucky."

He smiled, and gave a ghost of a laugh. "Thanks."

"Did you need something? Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, it's good. I was just looking around. This place is beautiful."

"Tell me about it," she returned his smile. "I keep thinking like I'm on a vacation or something. It doesn't feel like I'm supposed to work tomorrow."

Bucky nodded his head in agreement. "If I was gonna be... fixed somewhere, I'm glad it's here."

"Yeah, no one's gonna bother us here. Except maybe Shuri when she shows you how much smarter she is than you."

"Kid's a genius," he chuckled. "I've only talked to her a bit and she's smarter than I'll ever be."

At this point he was still standing, his hands clasped politely in front of him. He was just standing next to (Y/N)’s sitting figure. It wasn't a problem until an awkward silence settled over them. She wasn't quite sure what to say.

She wasn't the best with people. She knew exactly how the brain worked and she knew how to analyze behavior, and when it came to her job she knew the right things to say at the right times. But her job has rules; if she's talking with someone, she's treating them. When doing so, there are specific sets of clinical terminology. There were guidelines to follow, scripts to recite. Talking to patients in a work setting was analytical and made sense. Talking to regular people was a bit difficult. There was so much grey area. Bucky was going to be a patient, but right then, in that moment, he was just another person.

"You can sit if you want," she offered, patting the spot next to her. "I feel weird, it seems like I'm making you stand."

He gingerly accepted such an offer. He sat next to her, but not too close. The respectful distance gave her comfort.

We both have our own space.

"Hey, can I say something?" he asked.

"Mhm."

"I just wanted to thank you, ya know, for coming all the way here. Steve told me about the whole situation - you and Sharon and everything. I'm just really grateful. You probably have a whole life of your own back home, but it means a lot that you came here to help out. I know it's not exactly easy."

Heartfelt. If she had to describe it in one word that's what it would be. It almost surprised her.

"Oh you don't have to thank me!" she sounded deflective. "It's my job. I'm just glad we have a chance to provide you with treatment after all the pain you've been through."

Was that too personal?

"I mean, after all this time, I think you're pretty deserving of a reprieve."

"Have you read my file?" he asked, a little quieter than before. He was staring intently at the lake in front of him.

(Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, I did."

"Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"That you had to read it. I know it's a lot."

He sounded guilty, like somehow what happened to him was his fault.

"That's alright," she said almost too quickly. "I've gone through plenty of abuse and trauma cases. To be fair, none of them are quite like yours, but I'm not in completely foreign waters here."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. I've heard you're more than highly qualified. It's just a lot of bad stuff."

"I can handle bad stuff," she replied, reassuringly. To her, it sounded more factual than reassuring. Unbeknownst to her, it gave Bucky some sort of comfort. Like he was in good hands.

Another awkward silence settled over them. Her eyes remained on the body of water in front of her; she wasn't sure what to say. Casual conversation was not her forte, and Bucky seemed rather shy himself. She felt responsible for any conversation that should take place, but to be fair, he wasn't talking either.

It was then when she subtly aimed her gaze towards him, getting a thorough impression of his features. He was, in all honesty, quite handsome. Objectively speaking of course. He was sharp features and soft edges at once, if you could consider that possible. And the bluest blue eyes she'd ever seen were luminescent in the direct sunlight. She reminded herself not to stare, and tore her line of vision away from the man next to her.

In lieu of this, she closed her eyes, leaned back on the palms of her hands, and relished in the warmth of the Wakandan sun. This lasted a few moments before she once again realized that not a word had been passed between them. She wondered what he was thinking about.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked softly.

"Hm?"

"You look pensive."

"'M just thinkin'"

"Well, that much I could tell," she snickered.

He flashed a bashful smile. "I'm just tryin' to grasp the fact that I'm actually here. Y'know, safe. Ready to be helped. It's been a while. I keep having to remind myself that it's real."

Makes sense. He probably thinks that any minute, this seemingly secure safe haven is going to be ripped out from under him. Like it was all a rouze and he'll have to return to pain and anguish.

"It's definitely real...well, last time I checked anyway. But who knows? Maybe we're in an alternate reality and any moment we'll see a woman in a red dress," she joked, trying to lighten his mood and simultaneously referencing The Matrix.

It worked. He laughed; a soft gentle chuckle, but a laugh all the same.

"Woman in a red dress?" he asked through a grin.

"Oh, you probably haven't seen The Matrix, have you?"

His face scrunched up in endearing confusion. "No...?"

She adamantly ignored when the word adorable entered her mind when she saw his expression. "It's a movie, a classic really. You'll have to see it at some point or I'll feel like an idiot for referencing it."

"Oh God," he shook his head, "I haven't seen a movie in... ages."

"I think that's a crime in and of itself. They've gotten infintely better than they were in the forties, I can promise you that."

"I got a lot to catch up on, don't I?"

"Maybe a little. But don't worry about it. I'll make you a list!"

"Man, didn't think I'd have homework," he quipped, a meek attempt at a joke.

It made her smile. There's some personality! She showed some of her own in return.

"Man, I didn't think I'd ever meet someone who doesn't like movies of all things. One of the best things ever created by mankind!"

He laughed and threw his hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that! I don't know if I deserve such slander."

What a wonderful laugh.

"Watch every movie on my list and I'll clear your name," she beamed.

He feigned annoyance. "Fine. You drive a hard bargain, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

"That's Dr. (Y/L/N), actually."

Before he could question whether or not he made a mistake, she continued. "I'm totally messing with you. (Y/N) is more than just fine. Dr. (Y/L/N) sounds too much like someone's pretending that I'm my dad anyway."

"Okay then," he smiled, "(Y/N).”

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hi! i hope you’re doing well so far. is it alright if i can have a matchup?

i’m a 17 year old filipino girl with dark brown eyes and long dark brown/black hair (ngl, can’t really tell what my hair color is nowadays LMAO), standing at 5’2. i’m a sagittarius, and i’m an INFP

i’m pretty quiet and shy, and i’d much rather not talk in social situations where i’m with of strangers. if you wanna talk to me, i’d much rather you come up to me first since i’m awkward as hell. however, if i do begin to feel comfortable around you, i become a bit more talkative and energetic. funny enough, i have no problem talking to internet friends. i could literally have a new mutual online and i’d be the first to send them a message (i kinda think of myself as an introvert IRL, but an extravert online haha).

in my free time, honestly. the only things i do are watch anime, read manga, listen to music (lately i’ve been obsessed with the j-pop idol group, akb48), and write fanfiction.

some other random things about me:

whenever i sleep, i have to hold something like a huge plushie or a pillow. i also have to be in a dark room (with little to no light) and listen to ambient music or soft piano with rain to fall asleep faster.

i have dreams of becoming a nurse in the future.

i feel like i blush easily, idk why (no one’s ever pointed out whenever i’m blushing but sometimes i can feel the blood rushing into my cheeks LOL)

i’m obsessed with the japanese brand, sanrio. my favorite characters are cinnamoroll and gudetama. i just love all things cute, chibi, and pastel!

i love going on road-trips, i especially love just being the car and listening to my music while looking at the view outside the window.

on a bit of some seriousness, i have a bad habit of not telling anyone that i’m upset about something or if i’m feeling a bit lonely/hopeless out of fear that i’ll be a burden (i just hate bothering someone, especially when i know they got other things to worry about). i also tend to fear that someone’s mad at me, but i’m too scared to ask them, and i fear about letting down the people i love.

oh God, i hope this isn’t too much for you. i had a feeling it was going to be a bit long, sorry about that LOL. but tysm!

Of course I can!! Thank you for the ask!! I think you would go best with asahi!!

When you and asahi first meet it was at one of his games, one of your friends had force you to go so she could cheer on the team. The team was cleaning up the gym after the game and found a lost phone, a few minutes later you were walking back into gym with a worried look on your face. Asahi realized this was probably what you were looking for and returned it to you, that's how you two started talking.

After a while of you asahi being friends, he started to grow feeling for and started to be super nervous around you. You wanted to know why and accidently over heard him talking to noya about it, asahi's team finally convinced him to confess to you and when he did you happily said yes. Asahi was surprised you said yes but was happy and started to plan a date for you two.

Asahi will probably sit next to you and work on homework while you read (he's too scared to lay his head on you or anything, he doesn't want to hurt you on accident). Either that or you'll sit on his lap and read together. Asahi doesn't mind listening to music while you two go to bed, in fact he actually finds it calming himself. If you want to go somewhere and just sit in your car, asahi will gladly join you or if you wanna be alone during some moments he'll give you, your alone time.

Asahi will buy you big plushies to sleep with and will probably cuddle you from behind while you hold onto the stuffie. When asahi has games he doesn't mind if you don't come, he know you don't really like social events but if you do show up he'll be super happy. Asahi can tell when your upset and comfort you as best as he can, he doesn't like to see you upset. However if you don't wanna talk about it he'll just comfort you by hugging you.

Asahi loves watching your favorite shows with you, he'll make a bunch of snacks so you two have something to eat while you watch. He also loves it when you blush he finds it super cute however he doesn't say that out loud because he doesn't want to embarrass you. Asahi also never really gets mad, if you upset him somehow he'll sit down with you and calmly talk to you about it. This boy may look scary to some people but really he's just a huge softie!!

#haikyuu matchups #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu asahi #asahi x y/n #asahi x reader #short writing #haikyuu fanfiction

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freakynct · 4 years

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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— dong sicheng

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he likes simple aftercare, holding you in his arms after sex, kissing your cheeks and lips and just cuddle. he doesn't go all out with aftercare but he's super sweet

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself is probably his lips. on you it's your legs, even tho it's a close tie with your collarbones and neck

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he's very neat with it. i don't see him as someone that likes things super messy, so he prefers to cum inside you or inside your mouth. i feel like he doesn't cum a whole lot, just enough

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

winwin is shy and timid but he doesn't like when the members treat him like a baby. he doesn't like oversharing with them either, he likes to have his private life but for some reason, there's something about knowing that the other members can hear him fuck you that turns him on so much. he thinks you're oblivious to it, but you know exactly why he insists in fucking you against the bedroom door or tells you to be louder. sometimes he'll even want to have sex in the living room or in another member's bed. he just loves to show the other members that he's more than just a cute face and that he's a grown man that knows what he's doing

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think he might seem like someone that didn't have many partners but i actually think he had a few. not many but more than three. winwin knows what he's doing and he's good at luring his partners to perform his favorite kinks without having them ask too many questions

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

he loooves to have you from behind, specially if you're completely laid down in bed and he's standing or on his knees. gives him the opportunity to bite on your shoulder or pull on your hair which he loves too

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

joking around during sex is a no no for winwin. i really see him as the serious type when it comes to sex. laughing or goofing around during the act just kinda ruins it for him

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

i see him treaming it suuuuper well, there's nothing out of place, he's careful with that

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

winwin isn't the most romantic kind, i have to be honest. not that he can't be romantic or loving during sex but what really turns him on is to have control over you and fucking you rather rough. i feel like romantic and slow sex would only happen if it's something that you really want and you ask him for it. in that case he has no problem in changing his ways to match your needs. again, not the type to put rose petals on the bed or have music playing but he will show a lot of affection. lots of kisses everywhere, bodies tight against each other, lips brushing softly, slow and deep thrusts… winwin knows how to make you feel good even when he's not being rough

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't do it often. maybe 2 to 3 times a week, maybe less, depending on work schedules and how tired he is. he only feels the need to jerk off if he's really really horny or the dirty thoughts about you won't leave his head all day. other than that, it's not something he needs to do all the time, it's just something to relief himself quickly when he doesn't have somebody else to do it for him. he needs to be completely alone to do it, so either when nobody is at the dorms or in the shower, while the water runs through his body. i see him as the type to jerk off fast and tries to get off as quickly as possible, doesn't like to tease or edge, he just wants to cum. probably thinks about you sucking his cock while he masturbates and just the thought of your lips around him is enough to send him over the edge

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

winwin is hard to decipher when it comes to this, but if i had to guess i would say his main kinks are power play, exhibitionism, hair pulling [giving], face fucking [giving], light bondage [giving], choking [giving], light biting [giving], semi-public sex, sensory deprivation [giving] and begging [receiving]

l; location (favourite places to do it)

he likes to do it inside the house/dorms but he doesn't mind where. he likes to do it in his bed, couch, kitchen, bathroom, it doesn't matter as long as he is inside the comfort of his home. however he does enjoy fucking in semi-public places from time to time

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves when you touch him or when you get needy in front of other people. he gets shy and flustered when you do it but he can't help but twitch in his pants when you beg in his ear for his cock with that cute voice of yours. makes him immediately want to grab you and take you somewhere close to give you what you want so bad

n; NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think winwin would get weirded out by the whole age play and pet play thing. for some reason i just see him not liking or wanting to try those things. having you act like you're younger or like you're a cat/puppy is just too much for him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like winwin prefers to receive oral than giving most of the time. he loves to watch your lips wrapping around him, hold your hair in his hand and thrust into your mouth. also loves when he takes his cock away from you and you stick your tongue out for more, begging to suck him again, that turns him on so much! but i feel like winwin is sooo talented at eating you out too, even if he doesn't do it all the time. he just knows exactly where to lick and suck you and how much pressure he should use. he can literally make you cum with his tongue in just a few minutes

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's definitely more rough, we've discussed this. but i don't think his thrusts are fast. i think he likes more steady, deep and hard thrusts. he compliments it with rougher actions, like pulling on your hair or grabbing you and tossing you around, biting your skin… that's the way he likes it

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not often or his favorite thing but he likes them. like i've mentioned, if you tease him in front of other people he will drag you somewhere to fuck you, even if he needs to do it in a short period of time. when he wants to fuck you, he's going to fuck you

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i've said this before too but he loves semi-public places. loves the thrill of knowing that someone might hear your desperate moans and loves to watch you try to keep quiet as he fucks you even harder. he's open to experiment but only if he's interested in the kink too, if not, then he might get reluctant to it

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

winwin will only go for more than one round when he's feeling extra horny or when you beg him really nicely to keep fucking you. normally he likes to make sex last a good amount of time. he doesn't like rushing and instead of making you cum multiple times, he prefers to drag it and edge you so you have one big explosive orgasm. you'll get so tired by the end of it that another round is the last thing on your mind

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i feel like he might own some, specially plugs. he absolutely loves to see you wearing a plug as he fucks you, that's so hot to him. i don't see him owning dildos and stuff like that, only small things that he can tease you with when he feels like it

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease for a really long time but he likes doing it. that also comes with loving to hear you beg for him, so he uses it to his advantage. remember when i said that it turns him on when you get needy in front of other people? well he loves to ignore you for a while until you're literally describing to him exactly what you want him to do to you and that's when he breaks

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

winwin isn't very loud. he grunts and groans most of the time when it feels really really good. he's also the type to try and hold his moans in but fails and lets go of loud groans sometimes, specially when he's fucking your mouth

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

sicheng's lips worked gently against the skin of your neck, his hands running up your thighs to pull you closer to him, your legs straddling his lap on the couch. "what if they come back home?" you murmured as your eyes fluttered close at the feeling of a hickie being sucked into your neck. "they'll be out till late." he moved his head up to brush his lips against yours before pulling you in for a deep kiss, his hand making its way between your legs. "and what if they come? are you scared they'll see you moaning for my cock? hm, baby?" you held your whimper in as his fingers started moving slowly over your panties. "you're already getting wet at the thought of it, aren't you?" i can feel it." a chuckle escaped his lips as your cheeks turned bright red, embarrassed for letting such filthy thoughts turn you on so much. "don't worry, baby. i'll make sure they see just how well your little pussy can take me."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i feel like he's a little above average and has average thickness. i also think his cock is super pleasing to see, very beautiful and well structured, makes you want to wrap your lips around it immediately

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

winwin doesn't get horny all the time or at everything. i feel like he would want to have sex about 4 to 5 times a week, maybe less. but, just like i mentioned before, there are certain things that just set him off immediately, so if you really want to get him in the mood, all you have to do is tease him the right way

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

for some odd reason, i don't see winwin falling asleep right after sex. i think he cuddles and spends some time with you, maybe you even end up falling asleep in his arms or chest first and he just scrolls through his phone until he gets sleepy

#nct smut #wayv smut #winwin smut #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #dong sicheng smut #sicheng smut #sicheng scenarios #sicheng imagines #a-z analysis series #a-z challenge

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