#some of yall are just so fucking pathetic and embarrassing to watch

[celestialspiritbabe]

day #67 of bkdk shippers having some of the most braindead takes on the internet and not differentiating a headcanon from canon

Ain’t no wayy 😭😭😭😭😭

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 dating two vigilante’s is already a mouthful, so much so, you’re not too shocked when you and jason give dick a little treat during his patrol ~♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, open relationship [dick grayson], cuckholding, phone sex, facetime, masterbation, some degradation, cumshot, jason is a hoe and dick is a shameless cuck.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ went off the rails with this one ngl, was kicking my feet the whole time too (*ﾉωﾉ) if willing, i’ll make a pt 2 for yall <3

still nothing yet.

dick grayson sat on the edge of the Wayne Industries building, gazing upon Gothem from an eagle’s eye. seemed like the criminals he usually decends upon decided to take it easy tonight, barely making a peep besides the typical bar fights and runaway children rebelling against their parents.

but it didn’t bother him much, after all, his patrol was nearly over with bruce and cass already out ‘n about the streets. dick will finally go home, to you and his stubborn brother jason fuckin’ todd.

none of you had any clue how the things went so off the rails, starting when you suggested to your boyfriend that you wanted to try and open the relationship. dick, while hesitant at first, decided to give it a go. surprisingly, it went pretty smooth. dick went off seeing other people just like you were, yet always coming home to each other just like before.

until, someone decided to take his golden opportunity.

it wasn’t a secret that jason had the hots for you, always taking the chances to talk to you while dick couldn’t grab his attention for shit as the vigilante was too lost in his conversation with you. “dick’s a lucky one alright..” he’d say so shamelessly.

so lucky, jason hops on your ass the moment he got a hint of your open relationship. you didn’t even stop the man and niether did dick, as things quickly escalated between you and the red hood. tonight being no exception.

rinnggg! rinnggg! dick’s phone jingles to you calling to facetime him, he picks up expecting to see your pretty face greeting him. and he did!

“hey prin!—“ “oh..oh fuck!”

there you were, on your back with cum already splattered all over your stomach, you’re whole body rocking up whatever soft surface you laid on from the unseen stranger’s cock pistoning in and out of your soaked cunt.

“sorry big bro, couldn’t wait another—shit!—second for ya..”

jason’s voice rasped into the speaker, drowning out your moans. dick stared, jaw agape and pants tighter then he remembered. despite listening to your hookups, he never actually watched you get your back blown out by another man. a high pitched whine snapped him back into reality, now you’re staring right at the camara with teary eyes and swollen, wet lips.

“nghh..dick..p-pwease come home! need you to..”

another harsh snap of jason’s hips knocked a moan out of you, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face back towards the camara. towards dick. “need him to what? c’mon [name], sing it for dickie!”

he mocked as dick already shuffled his way into the staircase, frantically fishing his leaking cock out as you clenched around jay’s girth.

“fuckkk..jason you son of a—“ dick hissed, fucking his fist to the sight of your squirming in orgasm. your knees threatening to snap together, your face flushed in embarrassment yet arousal and those syrupy, pathetic eyes staring back at his. a sight straight out of some fucked up porn for a guy with a cucking fetish.

“woah there! look at that dick..i think you’re little boyfriend’s into this, right? you brazen little minx?!”

jason’s breathy laugh of amusement harmonized with your hiccups and sobs as you creamed all over the red hood’s cock, his girth wet and coated in white as he slowed his thrusts down. dick, turned on yet aggravated that another man made you cum, threw his head back against the wall as he reached his own orgasm.

“[name], baby..look at me, please, look at me while i cum..! shit!”

dick let out a broken groan as ropes of white landed on his phone screen and onto the floor, yet he still was hard as a fucking rock. what didn’t help was that when he looked back at the facetime, you were already on all fours, ass up with your leaking pussy ready to be fucked once again.

“you might wanna hurry up, or i’ll fuck him raw again.”

jason chuckled as dick sprinted through the dark sky, already around the corner to get some well deserved payback. see who’s laughing still once you’re stuffed full of your man’s cock with the paramour watching.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[liliansun]

how to piss the boys off so they fuck me dumb 🥴

i’ll start first w suggestions 😛🥴 (minors dni!!!)

mark : embarrass him. and i don’t mean like say he shit himself last week or that he accidentally put on your thong half asleep after practice one night. i mean like get drunk,, be around his friends,, when they start talking about their sizes (bc they too are drunk) flirt w them passively. say you bet jeno is probably the biggest in the room. talk about the other men you’ve been ‘with’ even if you know none of them compare to mark and he’ll get pissed and he’ll drag you off when you’re alone and fuck all those lil silly thoughts out of your head. ‘you really want to tell me you think jeno can fuck you like this? you really got some sense of humor. bet he can’t make you cum the way i can.’

renjun : irritate him. sexually frustrate him. piss him off and blue ball him. tell him he’s not getting any because haechan is in the room and you don’t wanna wake poor hyuckie up and he’ll loose all restraint. ‘who gives a fuck what haechan does or doesn’t hear, he’s a perv anyway, he’ll probably enjoy hearing how wet you get for me. why don’t we give him a show, hm? i’m not asking, i’m giving you a warning.’

jeno : flirt with the boys in front of him. i read something like this (shout out to the angel who wrote it bc i can’t think of who it was or the title was but it was jeno getting pissed bc oc spilled water on jaem’s lap and offered to clean him up. IF YALL READ IT YALL KNOW.) esp jaem,, ask jaem to flex his big strong arms,, talk about how buff he’s been getting and complement him on his work in the gym. jeno will embody silent anger. he’ll wait till you’re unaware of your guard being down to make his claim over you. fucking you with no care of who is hearing. ‘you think he’s so fucking strong, huh? do you think he can fuck you like i can? he can’t fuck you while holding your pathetic ass up against the wall. he won’t make you make a mess on his cock like i can.’ (he’ll be a lil mouthy and a bit degrading..but that’s the fun part.)

haechan : game with him and be the stereotypical hot gamer girl every boy has wet dreams for. unknowingly (knowingly) flirt w the boys on the mic and tease them and he’ll get fed up. he knows boys like them,, he was once a boy like them till he met you. and he’ll waste no time to hop offline to fuck you over the desk while forcing you to continue to play the game with the headset on. ‘you want to be a lil gamer slut? go ahead and continue playing with your audience while i make sure to remind you who you belong to, pretty girl. they’ll never touch you like i do,, they’ll never fuck you like i can.’

jaemin : he’s rarely the one to get mad,, especially at you. but when one of his superiors makes a pass at you and you do nothing but laugh it off? yeah, he’s pissed. pissed they think they can even pull a girl like you and pissed you let them think they had a chance. he’s pushing your panties aside with you bent over the sink in the bathroom, scissoring you without a care in the world as he watches you drip down to his wrist. ‘such a shame they think they’ll ever get to see you like this, but you don’t mind letting them think that, do you princess?’ just before he’s plowing his cock into you while making you watch him fuck you from behind in the foggy bathroom mirror.

(perhaps i got carried away.)

[megistusdiary]

in a sub!kaeya brainrot rn ... like just imagine you let him think he has the upper hand then BOOM no sir !!

this is literally from months ago, i am so sorry for not answering so many asks, you guys. i got so busy and wrapped up in stuff-

also is this my first male sub writing piece dot dot dot

warnings: sub!kaeya and mean-dom!fem anatomy/ gn pronouns reader

kaeya flirts a lot (but it's for show), you dick him down (with a strap), degradation, fingering/masturbation (sub!receiving), teasing, edging, yall sneak off during a party to his office. kinda brat taming?, doggy style

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched kaeya from across the room. he held a glass of wine, surprisingly untouched, in his right hand. you had to wonder if it was merely there for decoration.

he chatted with the party goers, mostly the knights working under him. kaeya gave warm smiles, lingering touches on peoples' shoulders, little chuckles in their ears that made you seethe.

all the while he was always looking directly at you.

you had agreed to accompany kaeya to his work party, nervous that you wouldn't make a good impression on his coworkers. you were particularly worried to make a fool of yourself in front of the acting grand master.

but, as it turns out, his eagerness to attend had nothing to do with work at all. oh no, this was an opportunity for kaeya to rile you up. he took great joy in teasing you from across the room where you could do nothing but watch.

kaeya had the most wicked plan brewing in his mind. a plan to watch your anger culminate into you dragging him to his office where he would then flip the script on you and take you right on that wooden desk he loved so much.

he knew the plan was set in motion as you stood abruptly, excusing yourself from the table and stalking towards him.

"oh, is something the matter?" kaeya asked, keeping a neutral expression as you frowned deeply.

"i'm feeling a little tired, kaeya." you forced out, trying to sound as gentle as you could to the guests around you. "could you take me somewhere to rest?"

one of kaeya's coworkers stepped in to assist, but kaeya held up a hand, shaking his head. "no need, i'll handle my partner myself, hm?" he held out his arm, allowing you to grip his bicep as he lead you away from the party room.

he decided that his office was the perfect place to complete his plan and seal the deal. well, it would have if you didn't already have a plan of your own.

the second he closed the door you were on him, pinning him to the wood and gripping his jacket.

"what the hell was that? you think cheating is cute?" you snapped, watching kaeya's facade falter.

"cheating? how could you accuse me of such a thing. you know the only one for me is you, sweetheart." kaeya mused.

you rolled your eyes, pushing him into the wood a bit harder. "real cute. you can cut that act out now. if you thought i would let you get away with all that, making me mad, and letting you fuck me? ha. not a chance, pretty boy." you dropped the jacket in favor of gripping his chin.

"you listen to me, and you listen well. if you want your coworkers to think of you as some common whore eager to touch everyone in this building, then i'll make it easier for you." his eyes closed as you whispered into his ear, voice going soft as he groaned.

you could feel his bulge growing against your stomach as you laughed. "seriously? you're getting hard from this? that's pretty pathetic." you sneered.

kaeya whimpered, feeling embarrassed and hot all over as he tried not to succumb. "wait- this...you-"

"oh, you thought i'd just let you dom me? after that? yeah right." you rolled your eyes. "i want you to go get the blue box for me, kaeya." you told him, feeling him tense in anticipation.

kaeya moved as soon as you released him, practically running to uncover the hidden box deep in his cabinet. it was icy blue, yet unassuming as he opened the top.

kaeya gulped as you reached in, pulling out one of the larger straps. "this will do, what do you think?"

"i don't know if i can take it now. someone will be looking for us shortly. we barely- i barely have time to prepare and-"

you cut him off by gripping his jaw, pulling him down. "then you better prepare yourself good. get your favorite lube out and get to it, pretty boy."

he couldn't move fast enough, shedding just the essentials and slicking his fingers up with lube to circle his rim. you watched carefully, piercing eyes observing each and every detail.

the lines of concentration on his forehead, the subtle scrunch of his nose as he fucks himself on his fingers, the way he gnaws at his lip when he's close-

"stop." you order, hearing him whine, confused.

"i was so close, how could you be so cruel?" he huffed as you grinned.

"bad boys don't get to come. you know that rule. don't make me say it again." you warned. "now go on and present yourself for me. you wanna be fucked so bad, then you'll get fucked."

he watched you slick up the dildo, strapping it onto yourself as he pulled himself to his hands and knees, feeling exposed and embarrassed.

"if only you were this decent to me at parties." you rolled your eyes, admiring the soft twitch of his dick every so often.

"i only did that so you'd come pay more attention to-"

"i don't remember giving you permission to speak right now." you scoffed. "now, be good for me." you pushed the tip of the dildo experimentally against his rim watching his hole try to suck in the glass. kaeya trembled as you slowly pushed into him, shaking like a leaf.

you allowed him minimal time to recover before shoving your hips into his at a rapid pace, holding his waist tightly as he cried out from the sheer size of the strap. "oh- oh archons, i-" kaeya babbled, head falling into the mattress.

"if i was any less smart, i'd say you planned this all out in your head. but, i think you tried to plan. but this wasn't what you expected was it?" you smirked, feeling him try to look back at you. "well, get ready for a long ride. guess they'll have to come looking for us if they really want to know where we went. you better hope you locked that door because i'm sure as hell not stopping."

[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍)

                                       (  ~ Multiple Characters x Gender Neutral                                                     Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: FILTHY SMUT     

                                                  FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Today for our characters, we have cumflation, exhibitionism, bondage, somnophilia, overstimulation, marking/burning, corruption, video recording, and tentacle play || I’m sorry if I didn’t catch them all! 

SUMMARY: These are just snippets that I’ve formed throughout the day of the BNHA boys when they’re feral or READER-CHAN is feral. Enjoy! 

WORD COUNT: N/A

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

    I headcanon that Kirishima's body is extremely sensitive (and he's secretly a perv I mean come on he hangs with Denki and Denki hangs with Mineta) But he's also HELLA shy. So yall are on a movie date, right, and he has his hand over his bulge, grinding into his hand because he's too embarrassed to let you know that he's turned on; so he's just whimpering away and then he gets really close to your ear- by accident- and he moans your name trying to stay as quiet as he can as he's just crumbling and you, very casually, kneel in front of him and when he tells you not to, you take his cock out of his jeans and suck him off telling him to stay quiet until he cums.... And then you overstim the fuck out of him. By the time you're done and it's time to leave, his whole forearm is covered in bite marks from him trying to muffle his moans.

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

     He comes back home from work irritated as hell because someone stole a kill from him so you watch him stomp and pout around the house grumbling before you're both casually watching TV. You climb into his lap and start grinding into him, hard, and as he gets more turned on he gets more angry, eventually burying your face into the cushion before railing you so hard that by the end of it his cum forms a bulge in your tummy, you're feeling raw, and you're crying; but he also is a master at aftercare and he's in his domspace so he's not worried about what pissed him off.

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

    He, naturally is shy, but he couldn't help asking to come along when you suggested going to a dinner party that the heroes had put together after a MAJOR win and you were surprised but you said yeah. After some time, he went to the corner table that the two of you reserved but not because he was shy; you brushed him the RIGHT way and he was hot. At the party. And he couldn't exactly ask you to help when you were conversing with other heroes. You got drinks and returned to him with his hands in between his legs as he grinds against his wrist and forearms, riding his hand, mumbling and moaning out your name sweating, out of breath and red faced, then he gets shy when seeing you and he stops, but you make him turn his fingers into tentacles and guide him on how to play with you under the table as a hero or two sit at your table and you all start talking casually as Tamaki tries not to break and blow his cover bc you could lose your hero licenses if you got found out.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀

   Iida invites you over to his house to meet his family, and you oblige happily letting him think this will be a teaseless night but of course he's extremely sensitive. You just HAD to exploit that in front of his family. While you're gathered around having dinner, you of course sit next to him and reach over slyly stroking him over his pants mid sentence. You already know he's big because let's face it this man is an absolute truck, and within a few short seconds he's already showing through his tight ass slacks. And it's more noticeable because they're light grey. He's trying to keep his composure even through his fogged ass glasses as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, VERY slyly and nobody even notices because you're following along with the conversation seamlessly. You edge him and tease him already knowing that he was quite loud when he came, so you wanted to see how he would fare in front of his family. long story short, he doesn't.❤️ And he instantly gets hard again when you lick your fingers clean of his cum and address the person who cooked the food while staring at him right in his eyes like "Mmmm this is so good. Thanks for the meal~ It was a real *TREAT* Thank you for inviting me, I loved the food. I’m happy to come back any time you need me."

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈

    FUCKING CUMFLATION CUMFLATION CUMFLATION; He's just fucking RAILING you into the couch whining about how good you feel, how he's the best one you'll ever have, on about how good you make him feel and how he's the only one that knows how to please you the right way. He's just about spent but he wants to watch his cum pouring out of you and just the very image of it gives him anime protag energy so he's reaching all the way deep inside of you while he feeds you praises and tells him how good you're taking him, asking you if you want it harder, faster, deeper. He overstimulated yourself, taking your out of it state of mind to his advantage. He's an absolute mess of tears, moans, and laughter as he orgasms and cums inside of you again, wasting no time to pull out and watch his cum drip out of your hole, always ready to eat it right out of you because he's a pervy baby.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀

He's the type to make you a pretty little collar from his tape when he got promoted at work, then drag you around the house by your collar all the way to your balcony, before taping your legs to stay open, your feet and thighs taped to the balcony’s edge, his body being the only thing that's holding you up. At this point, he doesn't care who sees as he absolutely ruins you, bruising your body with his teeth, growling in your ear as he mutters curses in spanish while absolutely WRECKING your shit. If you looked you could even see a bulge in your stomach too. He has no form of restraint when he's feral, grabbing at your skin, forcing your convulsing body to take him in deeper until he sees that you're all fucked out. Then later the same day, you see the both of you fucking on the front cover of the tabloids and it turns him on all over again, and he proceeds to fuck your face while he's reading the column, an expression of complete desperation and victory staining his face.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔

Ahhhh our innocent little beannnnn. It'd been awhile since he came since he's too busy occupying himself to masturbate and yall haven't had sex because of your schedules and doing hero work. But you come home late one shift and you find him in bed sleeping while moaning softly and crying while he's whimpering out your name like the pathetic little bitch boy he is while he's grinding against a pillow. You don't wanna wake him up, but you do record it so you can show it to him tomorrow, but you also prop your phone up and record yourself climbing on top of him, replacing the pillow with a thinner one so you could still have control of him without waking him up. You giggled softly and shook your head a little as you started to grind on him, feeling him grip at your hips while he's still dreaming of you, and you grind your hips into him harder and harder watching his crying get more and more intense until he cums and ruts his hips up hard into you even being a screamer while he's asleep. Then he wakes up a little but not enough to know what all is going on, but his back arches and he's screaming and begging for you to continue as you suck his cock clean only to have him cum in your mouth again and again, and then you coo him back to sleep peacefully, kiss his tears and turn off the camera.

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎

Shoto doesn't have an ounce of social ANYTHING, no social cues, when things are appropriate or not, etc etc. So he takes you out to dinner and he's nibbling away at your neck, his hands trailing over your body because you guys were in the corner and you could get away with it, until he eventually pulls you into his lap and grinds your hips against his so that you could feel his bulge. And then he whispers in your ear how much he wants you, how much he wants to be balls deep inside of you, or how nice your tongue would feel against his cock and how much he aches for you until he's practically in tears. He makes you bounce on him, not really caring who saw you, while spreading your legs and stroking you over your pants at the same time freezing your hands together and pulling your arms over yours and his head so all you could do was cum, beg, and squirm around while you listen to his soft grunts in your ear, your legs having given out awhile ago.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐎

    Shoji babyyyy awwww. He definitely has a size kink for... Obvious reasons, and he's always really gentle, so he got really flustered when you asked him to be a bit rough with you, instructing him to pin your hands above your head, forcing your legs open and keep them there, and you tried to force yourself all the way down on him. Of course, he'd never experienced everything so intense before, so even after he cums and is a twitching trembling mess you force him to continue to fuck into you until he's begging you to stop but also trying to get more at the same time.

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

Dabi suddenly showing up to your work 10 minutes before your lunch break starts and he drags you out of the office and he pulls you into a dark corner so anybody could see if they wanted to but you both weren't in the way of anything (and out of the way of cameras) and he fucks you HARD burning through some of your clothes, leaving burn marks on you, his fingers shoved in your mouth to muffle your moans, and there's a bleeding bite mark on the nape of your neck then he kisses you, tells you to have a good day at work, and walks out as if nothing even happened.

[drakenology]

would you ever write abt hq boyfriend sending your nudes/videos of fuckin to a group chat -🐮

this- it’s wrong but so right at the same time. thank you nonnie.

Video Phone - ft. Miya Osamu, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Oikawa.

author’s note: ok like the way I had the perfect photo edited for this kind of hc. i had an idea like this but it rotted in the drafts heh. hope you like this!

warnings: smut, mentions of creampie, daddy kink, college aged bois, voyeurism?, male receiving oral, noya being a himbo, dirty talk, slight degradation

Osamu

would send them to the team for sure.

he likes showing you off.

like he highkey wants to do porn with you kssk so this is his way of uh.. getting your content out there

he’ll record everything.

sessions upon sessions saturate this man’s camera roll.

and why not share that with his friends? who is he to deny them the privilege of watching him fuck you into a dirty little cockslut?

you kinda like it so.. why not?

Osamu was feeling friskier than usual; which wasn’t a problem for you since the way that motherfucker looked at you with such unadulterated hunger was enough to wet your panties.

That ‘look’ got you riding his fat cock on the couch, Osamu’s hand holding his phone to record your sloppy cunt the other smacking your ass and fondling your tits.

You kinda knew he was going to send the footage to his entourage which was embarrassing at first. But you found yourself loving the lewd texts his friends send about you; the attention going straight to your pussy. Osamu noticed you liked being recorded when your cunt clenched whenever a camera was pointed at it.

“Ya like putting on a show for my teammates, don’t ya?” Osamu inquires, taking a thumb to toy with your swollen bud. You moan back at him, playing with your nipples and licking your lips as you bounced on his dick, feet planted into the couch. Osamu made sure to get that on film, the sight of you pinching at your nipples made him lose all sense of composure.

Poor boy had no other choice but to throw the phone off to the side to grab your hips and thrust upwards, your screams echoing through the living room. You drool as he praised your sopping wet pussy’s symphony, the sounds of your juices gushing all over his dick was the perfect touch to his latest addition.

“Mmm listen ta that baby, tape’s still goin’. Tell my friends how well I’m fucking ya, will ya? Scream f’me.”

Nishinoya

Yū loves taking pictures of you.

Naked or fully clothed.

He has about a million pictures of you; videos too.

Most of them were really lewd; your supple breasts or that sweet cunt he loves fucking.

even has a gnarly creampie video he revists when you’re not around to dump his load inside.

Tried to put them all in the hidden folder and-

Sent em by accident sksjjsj

looked up “how to unsend photos” a million times

no luck lmao.

Of course everyone saw it. Even Hinata was like “gah damn”.

But you told him you didn’t really mind. In fact it was kinda hot that his friends lusted after you.

ever since then yall have made fucking on camera a nice way to bond.

lol.

Nishinoya was embarrassed. Actually he was mortified. He had so much porn in his phone. This he knew. He was tired of directing people not to scroll when he showed someone pictures on his phone; knowing they were gonna get an eyeful of your dripping pussy clenching around his dick. So he decided to clean up his act and simply put all the personal porn in a hidden folder.

Maybe it was when you came into his room and kissed him on the cheek that made him fuck up. Either way, his whole team has seen you naked, spread out and getting absolutely wrecked about thirty different ways.

“Fuck sake, Noya. Didn’t wanna see your balls, man.”

“Shit, Y/N’s pretty sexy.”

“Y/N’s ass is pretty fat.”

“Omg her moans..”

“Woah woah woah! She’s MY girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that.... but ikr.”

You read the texts aloud as Nishinoya frantically tells the story of how it all went down for the third time just in case you didn’t already believe him. Poor boy was so worried you’d be mad. But you feel yourself get hot, the thought of one of his friends stroking their cocks to the sight of you all too intriguing.

So you convince him to record you sucking his dick. And what man would say no to that?

You take Nishinoya’s cock in your mouth, moaning around him as your eyes find the camera.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He huffs, so astounded he almost drops his phone. He loved it all; your drool covering his cock, the sounds of your gagging as you take him in the back of your throat, your enthusiastic moans. You blink at the camera as you completely swallow his dick whole, stuffing your mouth with his length as he groans filthy praise.

“S’ good baby. Fuck.” He moans, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth, balling some of your hair into a fist.

ahem.. yeah the groupchat got to see that one too.

Kuroo

Nasty mf likes sending these pics to the groupchat.

He takes the pics for the sole purpose of showing his friends how sexy you are, how well you take his cock.

He’s captain of the volleyball team; even in college he’s the coolest guy around.

Of course the captain had to have a beautiful cum dump girlfriend that the whole campus wants

He sends those videos and pictures because he knows you belong to him anways

why not let everyone know?

“Fuck, Tetsu!” You gripe, your insides coiling as Kuroo stroked your gummy walls from behind. He responds by gripping you by the hair, turning your face towards the camera for his potential viewers to see.

“Go on, baby. Let ‘em know who’s pussy this is.” He grunts, digging his thumbs into your hips as his cock pushed harshly against your spongiest spots.

You can’t say much of anything, his brutal thrusts muddling any words the came from your lips. Kuroo looks at the phone he has propped up against the lamp on his nightstand and smirks, his ego growing at the thought of his pathetic friends jerking off to you, knowing only be can have the real thing whenever the fuck he wants. He puffs out his chest, smacking your ass as you sob out his name.

“Yeah, baby. Tell ‘em who you belong to.”

Oikawa

also sent them by accident

but it was a happy accident to say the least

even though it was embarrassing at first, oikawa liked the fact he got to flaunt you like a trophy

he coaxed you into letting him record you when you guys fucked; never really letting you know he was sending them to his friends from time to time.

all your unmentionables on display for his buddies to jack off to in their spare time while he gets to pounds you out every night

you’re pussy’s too good to keep all to himself right? it’d be unfair

smug bastard.

You were minding your own business, laying in bed playing animal crossing on your nintendo switch when Oikawa sat on his haunches next to you. He got the most devilish idea and the overwhelming need to fill your pussy full of his cum clouded his better judgement.

You lay there, unaware your boyfriend was plotting to fuck you senseless. He slides your shorts and panties off, grabbing his phone to start taking lewd photos of your now naked cunt.

“Show the camera your pretty pussy, princess.” He coos, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. You bite your lip, still trying to play your game as slick starts to gather at your core, legs involuntarily spreading.

“Look at that delicious cunt.” His slender fingers eventually make their way inside you, the digits hooking to steer your attention away. You yelp, dropping your switch onto your chest as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed. He switched his phone to “video” and pressed record, taking out his gorgeous dick to tease it along your folds.

“Uhhn, Torū!” You groan, craning your neck to hide the lewd look on your face away from his phone.

“You want me to fuck you on camera, don’t you baby?” He asks sliding his length inside you. Without any time to adjust to his size, he’s pumping like mad, his hand holding one of your legs open to make sure he got every angle of your slutty cunt taking his dick.

“Shit, look how you’re squeezing me , baby. So fuckin tight for daddy aren’t you? Taking me so well.”

[bluebaby123]

Kinktober day 11: Spit with Tsukishima Kei

Oh boi, he’s so mean and nasty, plssss 

TW: 18+ minors and ageless blogs dni, this got nasty yall omg okay, so we got some dacryphilia and a lot of spit play, lil bitta fingering, some mentions of a dick suck, oh and filming/pictures, and a pussy slap enjoy you whores

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You stare up at him with big watery eyes. The tears threaten to spill down your cheeks as you finger fuck your own cunt. Kei stands back just a bit to get the best angle possible. He uses his phone to record you touching yourself, something to add to the file. This would be a wonderful addition to the pictures of your pussy leaking his cum, or your face painted in it.

You whine, your fingers too small to reach all your spots. Too small, compared to his longer, thicker ones that you've grown used to. He advances toward you and you smile thinking he’s coming to your aid. His hand reaches towards you and he caresses down your cheek and to your jaw. Kei’s thumb slides across your lip, “open,” he commands. You do as you’re told and he spits down onto your awaiting tongue. You’re trained so well, tongue out while he films his spit spreading over your tongue and dripping down the back of your throat.

He closes your mouth for you, “hold it there like a good girl,” he chides. You nod obediently, still humping against your fingers which do little to satisfy you. You swirl his spit in your mouth, mixing it with your own. You want more of him, you know better than to beg and yet you can’t help but whimpering, hoping he will take pity on you.

Kei loves this, recording you so helpless and needy for him. You’re so reliant on him now, never dreaming that someone else could make you cum harder and faster than yourself. You’re exhausting yourself trying to get off and your mouth starts to part habitually before you snap it shut again. But it’s too late, drool dribbles down your chin and drips onto your tits. The drops glisten with the mixture of your spit and his, and he cant help but zoom in with the camera to get a better look.  

Kei pans back up to your pathetic face and reaches down to wipe the corners of your mouth. “Oh baby, did you spill?” The tears spill over, you’re so frustrated and the camera makes you feel so embarrassed, so humiliated. You cry, mouth still holding the rest of what he gave you. “You’re so pretty, baby,” he coos, pride filling his chest. “There, there, it’s okay, it was an accident,” he wipes the salty trail from your perfect soft cheeks. “Here, I’ll even help you cum.”

He holds his phone steady while he spits down onto your pussy. He removes your hand and then kneels between your thighs, bringing the camera closer. Your cunt was already wet with your juices and now his spit drips between your folds. He collects his spit onto his finger and slowly presses it deep into your pussy He watches through the screen as he removes his finger and your little hole clenches around nothing, a small amount of his spit dribbling out.

You whine for more and with four fingers he lands a resonant smack to your clit. Your mouth opens as you gasp from his assault, causing more of your combined drool to drip onto your tits. You close your mouth almost immediately and he laughs at your inability to execute even the simplest of tasks. Your responsive body betraying you. He tilts the camera up to capture as he rubs the drops into the plush flesh before inserting his finger back into your sloppy pussy. Your hips grind against his hand. “Now, don’t spill anymore, because I want feel you drooling down my cock when I fuck your pretty face.”

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[uncertain3teeth]

if i see a man call a girl "goth" just because shes wearing black and has her hair dyed i will blow MY FUCKING BRAINS OUT like goth is loosing its term lik ever since tiktok became a thing lik ffs sub cultures are loosing its meaning and i hate it like FUCK its so annoying lik ya know tha shit that men say a lot last year or so saying "i want a big tiddy goth girlfriend" lik sit down just say you care abt what a womens body looks like and youwant to date her bc she has big tits and also why tf would you want to date a girl just because of what she wears its pathetic and makes you look desperate for any sexual attention from a women like its embarrassing honestly lik ffs you'll cum if you see a sholder or some shit calm down and go watch porn like literally its so fucking stupid and it infuriates me on how alt shit or if a man sees a girl that looks "goth" to them they IMMEDIATELY get horny and saying mommy n shit its disgusting like i have a mommy kink myself but if a man is saying that shit to a random ass mf women and thirst over her saying mommy n all of that shit it just looks embarrassing and its just sad lmoakoa like get a life i hate men sm like why like who raised you to do that shit and treat women with no respect and shit but back to the sub cultures thing like i hate how its just loosing its meaning day by day like i saw this one clip on yt where there was this cop or some shit idk and she had black short haired pixie cut and the title was jus calling her goth and men in the comments were thirsting over her and im like wtf shes not even goth like yall men need a specialist or something fr or an exorcism lik get.help. LMAO

[anxi-aashi]

building blocks

osamu x gn!reader

words: 6.4k

warnings: cursing, osamu's tiddies, last 100 words are kind of steamy-ish (?) but not nsfw

summary: you don't think you're that competitive, but the owner of onigiri miya doesn't believe you when you say so and challenges you with a game

a/n: osamu was actually SO hard to write for even tho I'm literally the same mbti type as him???? i hope i got him right lmao. also i did do some research when including the honorifics, but i am not Japanese, nor do i speak the language, so if there is an error with those, please let me know! enjoyyyy

(not proofread cause yall its 6000 words and i only have so much patience)

To say you were competitive was an overstatement, in your opinion.

Sure, you liked winning, but honestly who didn’t? Anybody who said they didn’t enjoy watching the color drain from their friends’ faces as they announced their “Uno” was just lying. It was fun. Plus, you knew when to pick your battles. If you knew you weren’t going to win, there was no point in getting cocky about it. That would only lead to embarrassment later. It was a technique you liked to call “selective competition.”

No, you weren’t competitive-- but compared to your friends, you were a monster. You had multiple dry Monopoly games and pitiful Mario Kart tournaments to support your claim, too-- including their current reactions to the unwarranted attention you were receiving from the next table over at lunch that day.

Through the passing servers and consistent chatter of other patrons in the restaurant, they grinned at all of you-- four fairly built, fairly attractive guys, three of which had way too much energy and one that refused to acknowledge that he was sitting at the same table as the other three-- motioning towards their crude tower of chopsticks with waggling eyebrows to match.

Your friend that sat closest to them took notes from the fourth’s behavior and also went about ignoring the table. She grimaced toward your group. “I can literally feel them staring.”

Your friend opposite of you laughed a little in astonishment. “I can’t believe they’ve been doing that for the past--” he checked his phone-- “ten minutes.”

“They’re persistent, you gotta give ‘em that.”

You peeked around your friend to your right to glance at the aggravators. The orange-haired one caught your stare and raised his eyebrows, his smile somehow getting larger with the action. You sucked your teeth and leaned back in your seat.

It was a healthy amount of competitive drive that you possessed.

But goddammit if you didn’t want to wipe the floor with their pathetic excuse of a challenge so fucking bad.

You nudged your friend next to you. “Hey, are you done eating?”

They quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, why?”

“... Can I have your chopsticks?”

Their face scrunched in confusion. “Why would--” their eyes widened. They looked to the challengers and whipped their head back to you. “You can’t.”

“But--” you started.

“No! It’s rude! And I like this place, I don’t want to get kicked out for bad etiquette!” they rushed under their breath.

“What’s going on?” someone else at your table interjected.

Your friend was quick to rat you out. “(L/N)-chan wants to build a chopstick tower like that table!”

“Dude...”

“I-- okay, listen-- I know I can do better than them.”

“(L/N)--”

“They--” you tried to discreetly nod your head in the direction of the offending table-- “have been smiling for way too long. I cannot leave this restaurant without knocking them down a peg.”

They all must have seen the sheer determination in your eyes because all you saw was defeat in theirs.

“Okay, well you can’t do it in here,” your friend on the end of the table reasoned. “So what are you going to do?” she asked.

Unfortunately, you took that as a challenge as well. You narrowed your eyes and began to stand. “If everyone’s done with their chopsticks, can I please use them?”

One by one, you were handed your supplies, and after uttering an “Excuse me,” to your table, you marched out of Onigiri Miya and into the street to build your tower.

You plopped down on the sidewalk and spread out your accumulated chopsticks before you, the sun observing your work from over your shoulder.

Sweat slipped down the back of your neck while you worked and the albedo from the concrete didn’t help your eyesight either, but after a few minutes, you were granted some cloud cover, allowing you to put the finishing touches on your project.

You sat back and observed it. While it wasn’t the most appealing work of art, and definitely wouldn’t win any awards given the chance, it was still leagues better than whatever your rival table had thrown together. At least yours looked like it was up to building code.

Satisfied, you marched back inside the restaurant. With the bell ringing above the door to signal your entrance, thus garnering the attention of your opponents, you made eye contact with them and gestured outside before returning to your table.

All eyes were on you as you took your seat once again. “Well, how’d it go?” Your friend to your right asked.

You nodded your head towards the blond from the opposing table that was currently on his way out of the restaurant and addressed your friend. “We’re about to see.”

Everyone shifted in their seats to look at the door, which had just swung closed behind the blond. Three seconds passed, then five, and at ten seconds the door slammed back open, accompanied by an equally aggressive ring of the bell, to reveal the blond with an astonished look plastered on his face. He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head at you, pointing behind him in the general direction of your assembled chopsticks. You heard the unspoken question, You did that? and nodded smugly.

A pleased smile worked its way onto his face then and he strutted over to the ordering counter with his phone out, letting the door clack close behind him. The smug expression you wore was quickly wiped away at the thought of getting reported to an employee and was even more quickly replaced with a look of horror once you noticed the employee he was talking to.

You spun your head away when you saw them look over at you and covered your mouth with your hand, pointedly staring at the table. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“What?”

“He has a twin,” you mumbled through your hand.

Giggling from across your table made its way to you and your eyes snapped up to your friend trying to contain his laughter.

“This isn’t funny! I didn’t factor nepotism into this situation! We might get kicked out anyway!” Your panic only made your friend laugh a little more.

A presence to your left halted your small rant. You grimaced and shot a look at the opposing table, hoping the smug blond caught the meaning behind your death stare, before turning your eyes to the man standing at the head of your table.

Hooded grey eyes brought any activity in your brain to a halt as they scanned your group, flitting to you briefly. The corner of his mouth was tilted up into a small, amused smile and you slowly felt your face begin to heat up against your will. “Hope ‘m not interruptin’ anything,” he quipped. “My name’s Miya Osamu, I’m the owner here. If this is the table I’m thinking of, then I’m assuming yer already familiar with my brother over there--” your eyes followed when he nodded to where the blond and his friends sat eagerly observing the interaction-- “Sorry ‘bout them, by the way. They can be a handful sometimes.” he huffed lightly and rolled his eyes. “But I’ve been told there’s an architect of sorts here, responsible for a chopstick thing outside?”

“Yes!” your friend said before you could say otherwise. “(L/N)-chan, introduce yourself.”

All eyes returned to you once again, forcing you to meekly raise your hand in greeting to the (very handsome) shop owner. “Hi,” you said, slightly bowing as much as you could while sitting down.

Miya’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise as he directed his full attention on you. “You built that tower outside?”

As much as you hated being spoken for, you would’ve given anything for one of your friends to cut you off in that moment and take the reins of the conversation, because all you could manage to do was nod.

He towered over you from his spot next to your seat, not just because you were sitting, but also because he was just tall. And as he peered down at you, probably all too aware of how you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him out of sheer embarrassment, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he was even able to see you past his very defined chest. You never thought you would praise a simple fitted black shirt before, but damn if it wasn’t doing its job to distract you.

You cleared your throat before he could continue. “I can totally take it down though, its no problem, just let me know-- I can go do it right now, actually--”

“--Actually, I think it’d be great publicity for the restaurant. D’ya mind if I get a picture for the shop’s Instagram?”

You blinked. “Oh. Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

His smile widened just slightly and he pulled out his phone. “Cool! Can I get yer name?”

Your brain sputtered for a second, jumping to conclusions it didn’t need to be jumping to. Your name? For what? Was he about to ask you out? This fast? What were you going to say? Wait, what was your name again? “Uh, what-- why-- what do you need my name for?” you stumbled, trying to mask the way your heart was thundering in your ribcage.

“... The Instagram post,” he answered lightly with a twinkle in his eye, clearly finding your state of distress entertaining.

“Oh, right.” you swallowed thickly. “Uh, (L/N) (Y/N).”

Miya typed away at his phone, responding to you while directing his attention on his screen. “Nice to meet ya (L/N)-sama.” His eyes snapped to yours, effectively rooting you in your spot, unable to look away no matter how flustered you were, then added, “An’ impressive work,” with a smile that almost had you believing there was a thin layer of flirtation beneath it. Then he spoke towards the table as a whole, and the feeling vanished. “Well, while I’m over here, can I get yer checks for ya?”

After receiving words of affirmation from your friends and how many checks to bring back, Miya left to return to his work, taking your nervous state with him.

You heaved a breath of relief and buried your head in your hands the minute he disappeared into the kitchen.

“You okay?” your friend next to you asked, humor laced in their voice.

“Have you ever had second-hand embarrassment but for yourself? Because that’s what I’m feeling right now,” you grumbled.

Your friend snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I wasn’t expecting him to be that hot, okay?!”

“You were the one who noticed they were twins.”

“Okay, well-- it’s different up close!”

--

After your mortifying encounter that day, you had decided that no matter how nicely his shirt hugged his chest, you could not show your face in Onigiri Miya again.

Except for that Wednesday.

Wednesday’s were game nights, and by some sheer stroke of luck or sick joke that fate wanted to play, you had drawn the short straw when deciding who would pick up dinner for your friend group. And of course, the restaurant they had settled on was the one you were hoping to avoid.

Luckily, all you had to do was order the food-to-go, which promised a quick exit free of any unwanted encounters. If you were even luckier, he wouldn’t even be behind the ordering counter.

You reminded yourself of all this as you approached the entrance to the restaurant. You glanced over at the spot where your chopstick contraption had resided, just out of habit.

Of course, it wasn’t there anymore. You would’ve had better luck winning a game show than guessing what had happened to it, but it’s not like you were expecting it to last long. It was made out of chopsticks and spite-- obviously, it wasn’t going to stay the entire two weeks it had been. If you squinted though, you could still make out the ghost of its figure, sitting there, standing a mere twenty centimeters tall. You huffed a laugh through your nose. It was odd to be proud of it-- someone had probably stepped on it, to be honest-- but you couldn’t lie it was fun to make.

Miya had kept his promise though, you remembered as you entered the shop and got in line to order. When you had woken up the next morning bleary-eyed and out of it, you had a notification on Instagram waiting for you, telling you you’d been tagged in a post. When you went to look at it, you were greeted with a picture of your tower, and a hand from behind the camera holding a rice ball in front of it, on Onigiri Miya’s business account. The caption:

official_onigiri Even petty rivalry can build solid foundations. And rice balls.

Think you can do better? Don’t forget to stop by and try our new special this week! … and maybe gather a few pairs of chopsticks for yourself 👀

You had scoffed at the “petty rivalry” bit, but you supposed someone had to be the one to humble all of you, so you let it go.

The person in line in front of you moved up, so you did as well. While this pattern continued, you decided to people watch to keep yourself occupied (and stave off another wave of dread). A table across the shop caught your eye, the kids seated there building a chopstick castle where there weren’t any dishes. You were kind of surprised, both at the integrity of the structure, and that the parents didn’t make them go outside to build it. No one seemed to be going to kick them out though. Bad etiquette, my ass, you scoffed to yourself. Why couldn’t I--

“Oh, hey, how can I help ya?”

You tore your attention from the kids to the ordering counter and looked right into the eyes of Miya Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow when you didn’t respond.

“Oh--” you finally snapped out of your stupor and closed the space that still stood between you and the counter. “Sorry,” you swallowed. Fuck, you really needed to get a hold of yourself. You quickly read through the order you’d written down in your phone and stood biting the inside of your cheek as he punched it into the register.

You eyed him. The longer he went without speaking, the more you believed that you were in the clear-- it didn’t seem like he even remembered you. You couldn’t tell if you were happy or disappointed at that.

“So, ya challenge any more strangers to weird competitions lately?” he asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

Any previous thought you had was immediately thrown in the trash. Your pensive expression dropped into one of exasperation, and all the nerves you had harbored about the whole encounter were promptly shoved aside by your need to defend yourself. “I-- no-- okay, first of all--” he snickered at you-- “your brother and his friends challenged me, not the other way around!”

Miya laughed. “No need to get all defensive. I can get competitive sometimes too.”

“I’m not competitive!”

He shot you an incredulous look, halting his movements at the register. “An’ I’m not a twin,” he deadpanned before continuing his task. “Anything else I can get for ya?”

You sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Alright, will that be for here or to-go?”

“To-go.”

You thought you saw what looked like a frown on his face for a second, but it was gone before you could look again. “Alright, that’ll be 4074.82 yen.”

You handed him your card and he took it gingerly. “So what’s the occasion?” he prompted, glancing behind you to make sure nobody else was waiting in line.

“Game night,” you answered, looking behind you as well.

He raised his eyebrows when you turned back around.

“Not as fun as it sounds,” you grumbled.

He scanned your card. “Why not?”

“None of my friends take it seriously!” you complained, providing hand gestures to further emphasize your point. “Winning’s only fun when the other person cares as much about it as you do.”

“... Hm. Guess I can’t argue with that,” he settled. Miya opened his mouth to continue as he handed you back your card, but was cut off by the bell of the door, signaling the arrival of another customer. His eyes darted to the front of the store, then back to you with an apologetic smile. “Ah, yer order will be ready shortly. Thanks for talkin’ with me, though.”

You pursed your lips into a smile of your own, responding with, “No problem. Have a nice night,” as you stepped to the side to wait for your food.

He offered you one last smile before turning to the next person in line. “Hi, how can I help ya?” faintly reached your ears from where you stood, and when you received your order ten minutes later, you left feeling lighter than you had before.

--

You found yourself back in line five days later.

“Hi, welcome to Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?” a young girl asked you at the counter.

You wish you had another explanation for why your heart sank a little at this. What the hell was happening to you? You didn’t even need to be here today. Were you seriously already this whipped for a guy you barely knew?

No. He was cute, yes, but you simply liked talking to him more than you thought you would the other day. That’s it. There’s no way you had romantic feelings after two meetings with him. No matter how nervous he made you.

It was when you were about to begrudgingly answer the employee in front of you that Miya appeared from the back of the store, hand raised and adjusting the baseball cap on his head. He noticed you immediately and smiled, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder briefly and saying, “I got this one, can you go check and see if anything needs to be done in the back?”

She nodded and retreated behind the Employee Only door, leaving you facing Miya by yourself.

“Back already?” he grinned.

Heat fought its way to your cheeks and you struggled to smother it. “I had a good day at work, so I figured I’d treat myself,” you lied, shrugging.

“Nice. Well, what can I get for ya?” he asked, leaning his arm against the countertop, a hand poised at the register, ready to type.

Your eyes flitted to the way the muscles in his arm flexed when he did that and after briefly wondering whether it was on purpose or not, told him your order.

He nodded, punching it in. “Anything else?”

You shook your head.

“For here or to-go?”

“... To-go,” you said experimentally, wondering if the frown would appear again like you thought it did last time.

He paused. “Ya sure?” he replied, face stoic but eyes flitting side to side, not directly making contact with yours.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Yes?”

Miya narrowed his grey eyes and looked behind, that back at you. “Do ya have the time to stay for a minute then?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. What’s wrong?” you asked.

He instead ducked under the counter, leaving you standing there, staring at empty air. You blinked, wondering if maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start crushing on this guy anyway, before he reappeared, holding a large jar of rice.

He set it on the counter in front of you and looked at you with a subtle smirk-- like he knew something you didn’t.

“Ah,” you said flatly after fifteen seconds of silence. “A jar of… uncooked rice.”

The smirk grew and he huffed a laugh through his nose at your remark. “Guess how many grains ’re in here,” he said, patting his hand on the lid.

“I don’t know, how many?”

He shook his head. “Nope that’s not how the game works. Ya gotta guess.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Game?”

He shrugged, the smirk being replaced by one of nonchalance. “Ya said yer ‘competitive needs’ weren’t being fulfilled, so I figured I’d help out. Anytime ya get bored, feel free to stop by and try yer hand at it.”

Oh. That was... actually really nice. And very bad for your heart.

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin, pretending like you weren’t as affected as you actually were by his words. “What do I get if I win?”

The corner of Miya’s mouth twitched and a mischievous look settled in his eye. “Can’t tell ya ‘til ya do.”

You huffed, glaring at the jar of rice, then pulled out a notebook from your bag.

His face dropped. “What’re ya doin’?”

You looked up after pulling a pen from your bag as well. “Math,” you stated. “You have a measuring tape, by any chance?”

“Wha-- ya can’t do that, that’s cheatin’!” he exclaimed.

“You never said how I had to get my answer,” you retorted, thrown off by his sudden mood switch.

“I said guess!”

“Math is literally just accurate guessing! There’s gotta be like eight or nine thousand grains in there-- you want me to just pick a number?”

He huffed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. “Well it’s no fun if ya just math yer way to the answer!”

“Oh my god,” you said, rolling your eyes in return and shoving your pen and notebook back in your bag, “Fine! I’ll do it your way.”

The doorbell tinkled.

You both looked toward the new customer, then back at each other. Miya cleared his throat, face shifting back into its neutral expression. “Anyways, that’ll be 340 yen,” he continued, scooting the jar of rice slowly to the side of the counter.

For some reason, you found a laugh bubbling out of you. This whole situation was completely ridiculous, but nonetheless, entertaining. He was entertaining.

You pulled out your card. “Here.”

He took it from your hand while smiling too, your fingers brushing just slightly this time. You flexed your hand by your side to see if the tingling that shot through your nerves would go away. It didn't.

“Here ya go, yer order’ll be ready shortly,” he said, handing you back your card. His cheeks were a little pink this time.

“Thanks.” You stepped to the side.

Your order wasn't complicated and was brought to you fairly quickly, but you didn't leave right after. You waited until Miya was finished with the customers in line, and after everyone was taken care of and on their way with their food, he noticed you were still there.

“Ya need somethin’?” he inquired.

“Eight thousand nine hundred and forty-two,” you stated.

The words he was prepared to say next died in his throat as he realized what you were referring to. “Nope,” he smugly replied.

“Nine thousand two hundred and three?” you tried again.

He shook his head and crossed his arms.

You frowned. “Am I close?”

Miya just shrugged, the same small smirk still on his face.

That earned him a glare. “Useless,” you muttered.

--

It was the start of a new routine for you. Once a day, if you had the time (and you always did), you would make a stop by Onigiri Miya. Most times you would buy something, either for yourself or friends or coworkers as a kind gesture, and sometimes you wouldn’t. But either way, you always made at least five attempts toward the jar.

And you were always wrong somehow. Logically, you knew that this was more than probable-- it was a lot of fucking rice-- but you figured after so many attempts you would at least start to get closer.

The thing is, Miya didn’t tell you if you were closer or not. He never gave you any hints. The only leeway he did offer was a new rule: if you guessed within ten digits of the actual amount, he would count it as correct. That had to give you some boost, right?

But day after day, all you got were negative answers and that stupid smug smile of his. It made you want to wring his neck out sometimes. One day in retaliation, you told him that he looked like his brother when he did that and with how offended he got, you almost thought that was the end of your visits to the shop right there. To mellow him out you had to remind him that they were identical twins; everything he did made him look like his brother. It worked a little.

If anything, the only thing you were making any headway in was your relationship with Miya. Even though you never made it any closer to guessing the right number, every visit brought you closer to him.

The two of you made idle chatter in between customers, though you tried to visit in between rush hours so interruptions didn’t happen so often. You talked about work, hobbies, and your families (though this one was more him complaining about his brother). You learned that he and his brother used to play volleyball in high school together, and were pretty famous as a duo, though Atsumu now played professionally for the MSBY Jackals. He told you the story of how his restaurant came into existence, and even elaborated on why he didn’t follow the same path as his brother one closing night when you had come for your daily visit a little later than normal.

You eventually had to accept that you had a crush on him, though it was kind of hard not to after how much time you hung around each other. You discovered that you admired Miya Osamu very much with his hooded eyes, his cryptic, deadpan humor, and his kindness, and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him. You wouldn’t say he was perfect, because nobody was, in your opinion, but you would say he was the kind of person you wanted to try and be perfect for.

And this is how the cycle continued. You would show up, talk, fall a little bit more for him, guess the amount of rice wrong again, and eave to return the next day and do it all over again.

Honestly, the only that kept you coming back was him. You were starting to give up on guessing, since you were never right, but told yourself that you’d have to find another excuse to see him if you did. And you did not have another excuse.

The cycle was broken, however, the day Miya Atsumu came to visit.

Even though it had been almost a month and a half since the fated chopstick battle, you had never officially met him until that slow Sunday morning. You were sitting at the serving counter on a stool that had been procured for you several weeks before, just staring at the jar of rice. Miya was working on an order while his coworker (he insisted on calling them all of his employees that, even though he was their boss) stood at the register, handling the customers.

Nobody really ever paid attention to you, since you didn’t do much. You were just known as “Miya-buchou’s friend” that had a bad habit of distracting him from actually running his shop sometimes.

So when you heard an abrupt, “Hey! Chopstick Challenger!” coming from the counter, you were a little confused. But when you saw the bleach-blond that was staring at you with a shit-eating grin on his face (one that was nearly identical to Miya’s), everything made more sense.

“Hello,” you greeted, begrudgingly getting up to bow, when he waved a hand at you.

“Eh, no need for that. ‘Samu talks about ya all the time! Though don’t think that’ll make me forget how competitive ya were the first time we met. ‘Ve seen it first hand now, there’s no changin’ my mind,” he explained.

Had he commented on your competitive streak first, your instinct would’ve been to remark on that, but instead, you reclined back in your seat and looked over at Miya, who had dropped his task of assembling rice balls in favor of staring his brother down with a warning glare that looked absolutely murderous. The sentence he talks about ya all the time! Circled around in your head as you desperately tried to wrangle it under control before it could get out of hand.

For the sake of your own sanity, you had to bring it up. “Miya-kun talks about me?” you repeated, confusion surrounding your tone.

The blond Miya beat your Miya to the punch before he could answer. He snorted. “Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing, honestly,” he commented, snickering at his brother’s growing rage. “Oh, and ya don’t have ta worry ‘bout the formality with me, just call me Atsumu since we’ve got the same family name,” he added, grinning.

“Or, ya can call me Osamu, and call him Miya, since we’ve actually known each other for more than five minutes,” Osamu intervened, directing his attention at his brother the entire time as made his way over, leaning a little bit over the counter that separated him from the two of you. It almost seemed more like he was talking to his twin than to you.

“Uh, okay,” you conceded, watching with a mix of mild fascination and disbelief as Atsumu threw his hands up in surrender and bleated a defensive “What?” toward Osamu.

Your gaze shifted to the latter twin. Sure, Osamu had told you he was competitive, especially when it came to Atsumu, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Osamu sighed and rolled his eyes, this time purposefully addressing his brother. “I’m not giving ya free food. Order like everyone else.”

Atsumu exaggeratedly dropped his arms and reeled his head back in offense, his eyebrows drawing together. “I didn’t only come here for free food!” he argued.

“Why then.”

“Well I had a recipe idea for ya to try, but if yer gonna be an ungrateful shit then I’m not gonna tell ya!”

Osamu leveled him with a deadpan stare. Then he muttered something under his breath and turned around to finish the order he was in the middle of before marching into the back and leaving you alone with Atsumu.

Atsumu watched the door for a few beats after, an innocent smile painted on his face, and you were beginning to think that maybe Osamu had complained a little too much about his sibling until that innocent smile turned smug. And even though you hadn’t known Osamu for very long, you’d come to know that a smug smile on a Miya meant that they were hiding something.

Atsumu looked at the jar of rice you sat in front of. He leaned down, bracing his forearms on the counter to be head level with you, and then spoke.

“I’m guessin’ ya don’t know the answer yet?” he quipped cocking his head toward you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at the jar as well, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “No,” you grumbled.

Atsumu smirked. “Ya wanna know somethin’?”

You eyed him out of the corner of your eye warily. “... What?”

He leaned a little closer to you and opened his mouth, then with a dramatic cadence to it, whispered, “‘Samu doesn’t either.”

Your mind blanked as you tried to process what that could mean. “What?” you repeated, this time with more confusion behind it.

Osamu burst through the back doors at that time, scanning behind the counter and eyeing the two of you. His eyes narrowed and he asked monotonously, “D’either of ya have a pen?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, but Atsumu said, “Nope. We’re both empty. Sorry,” sending Osamu stomping to the back once again.

Atsumu continued before you had to ask him to. “I sat here in that exact chair--” he pointed to your stool-- ”a month ago and watched him pour a completely random bag of rice into that jar. No countin’ whatsoever.”

Your head felt like it was spinning now, swarmed with a million thoughts and none at the same time. “But-- why would he ask me to guess if he didn’t know the answer himself?”

Atsumu shrugged, and it reminded you of his brother. “Dunno. Could be to mess with ya. Could be ‘cause he was bored. Or could be he wanted a reason for ya to keep comin’ around,” he smiled at the last one. “Who’s ta say.”

Those words bounced around behind your eyes for the rest of your visit.

Atsumu eventually recited his recipe idea to Osamu once he had finally acquired a pen, and left shortly after with a promise to return later when Osamu was less busy for his free food quota. Osamu had apologized to you for Atsumu bothering you and you had said it was okay, but everything had a haze over it, like you were only passively there in a dream, and not a part of it. When Osamu returned to work and you took that as your cue to leave, bidding him a distracted goodbye.

You didn’t show up the next day.

--

The sign wasn’t even flipped to OPEN when you marched in.

The bell of the door ringing caused Osamu to turn around in the middle of setting up tables for the day. He started by saying in a practiced drawl, “’M sorry, we don’t open for another--” but as soon as he noticed it was you, his expression morphed into surprise. “Oh, hey! Where were--”

“Three thousand seven hundred and fourteen,” you declared, meeting him in the middle of the shop.

Osamu blinked at you. “Nice to see ya too? And no,” he chuckled.

“Thirty thousand one hundred and eight.”

He gave you a side-eye expression, assessing you quizzically. “No. Is this why ya were gone yesterday? Did ya meditate on this or somethin’?”

No. But you had meditated on something else. With the context of what Atsumu had told you, you had sat around your apartment and reassessed every cryptic thing Osamu had said to you in the past month and a half. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but when thinking about it all from the perspective that Osamu wanted to convince you to keep returning to his shop, and that he maybe even liked you, everything made more sense. So after talking it all over with a friend of yours and getting a second opinion on the situation, and then stewing on all your information for several hours, you came up with a plan.

The slightly concerned look in Osamu’s eyes made you think he could see the determination in yours.

“Seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-three,” you leveled carefully, looking him fully in the eye.

He raised an eyebrow at that and crossed his arms. “Ya seem awfully confident about that one,” he challenged.

You narrowed your eyes. “Am I right or wrong?”

The tension was almost palpable between you two. You watched him as he prepared his answer, and you braced yourself in preparation for the answer to your theory.

“Wrong,” he stated, leaning forward enough so that he was just slightly in your personal space.

You pursed your lips and reached in your bag to pull out your notebook. You flipped it open to the intended page and held it for him to see. “Right,” you corrected, pointing to the number circled at the bottom of the page, preceded by scribbles that spelled out the mathematical equation for volume.

Osamu looked at the page. You watched as his eyebrows slowly scrunched together, and then as his face slowly tilted back up to yours to where you could see the incredulous expression it was contorted in.

“Cheater,” he whispered, seemingly scandalized by your betrayal.

You tried to catch him before he went on a rant. “Why did you say--”

“I thought we agreed ya wouldn’t do the math!” he exclaimed, his arms flopping down to his sides. You were both very lucky you were the only ones in the shop.

“You only made me agree to that because you didn’t actually know the answer!”

“I-- ” Osamu began, but stopped when he realized he didn’t have a come back for that.

“What’s. Going. On,” you deadpanned.

Osamu pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “What’d’ya think is goin’ on?”

“Are you--”

“‘Kay, ‘kay,” he relented. Osamu sighed, seeming to be gathering his nerve, before continuing in a softer tone. “Long-story-short, I was trying ta ask ya out ‘cause I like ya and I think yer really cool an’ pretty an’ funny an’ a million other things, but I didn’t know if ya liked me back ‘cause I wasn’t gettin’ any reaction from ya, so I used the rice jar as a delay, an’ after I’d figured out if ya liked me I was gonna declare ya the winner randomly and give ya my number as the prize.” He finalized his ramble with a shrug.

Understandably, it took you a minute to process all of that. Sure, you’d had your suspicions, but you hadn’t been expecting him to just drop a confession on you like that. With how stubborn and cryptic he could be sometimes, you thought it would take you a good ten minutes of badgering for him to admit it.

Osamu looked at you warily, outwardly showing his usual calm demeanor, but eyes scanning your face with apprehension. “So?” he prompted after you still receiving nothing.

“I’ve shown up,” you started slowly, “to your shop, every day, for the past month and a half, and you didn’t know if I liked you?”

“I didn’t know if ya were jus’ a nervous person or not! I didn’t wanna make ya uncomf’terble!” he reasoned.

“Well, I do!” you finally stated.

Silence covered the two of you once again and you suddenly realized the space between you and Osamu was a lot smaller than it had started as. You could see the flecks of blue hidden in his irises this close; you could watch the steady growth of pink bloom on his cheeks as he comprehended what you’d said. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Ya like me?” he repeated in a breathless tone that even in a shop full of people, still only could’ve been heard by you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

Several seconds went by. Osamu’s eye’s darted to your lips. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears, and him.

“‘Samu?” you tested.

He gulped. “Mm?”

“Are you gonna kiss me?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice.

[yanderemommabean]

Hello!! I apologize if this isn’t the kind of ask you want but I after seeing that Dabi/Tensei ask I was just thinking about a Alpha Dabi/Beta Tensei where one day Dabi straight up just kidnaps Tensei and is very possessive about him but when he goes into host first rut with Tensei, he’s so unbelievably gentle, especially since male betas biologically aren’t meant for alpha mating (Not that that’s gonna stop Dabi hdhsj). Tensei’s just !??? Also! May I be Rose bean?

He doesn’t really expect it to be so gentle. Praise, sweet whispers, possessive fingers digging into him in a way that states Dabi won’t ever let go (at least not willingly) and claiming bites that are soothed by licks causing shivers and soft whimpers of need and arosual.

Dabi purrs, nuzzling into Tensei’s neck as he slowly opens him, fingers gently pressing and prodding while he gives praise. “Relax...deep breaths now...doing so good for me. That’s it, let your alpha take care of you”.

How can he not melt on the spot when honeyed words are poured out so sinfully? Tensei obeys, placing his face into the pillows while dipping his back to press his hips out more, presenting himself like an omega in heat begging for a knot.

“You look so good Tensei. Keep breathing, focus on the pleasure baby”

God, something about his voice sends pleasant shivers up and down his spine, pooling in his gut with heat. The pads of the alphas fingers push against a bundle inside of him, and Tensei bites down on the pillow in front of him as he moans, fingers clenching as Dabi continues to massage and assault the nerves.

Fuck, that feels good! His fingers know exactly where to search and what to look for, how long has Dabi been doing this?! Oh fuck-“ AH! Ngh-n-not too fast, please! I-I’ll....” god he couldn’t finish that sentence. It’s too lewd and embarrassing to say! Not that this act is any better.

Dabi drapes himself over Tenseis back, fingers still plunging into his clenching hole as his lips claim whatever skin they can reach. “Mmm youll what? You have to tell me, or I might not be able to stop”.

Tensei felt his cheeks bloom with deep, fiery red. He tried to say anything coherent, but Dabis fingers continue to flex and press right against that nerve, making his thighs quake and his core tighten. Asshole.

He whines out pathetically, his cock drooling precum and begging for attention. He tries to wriggle his hips against the sheets, needing just a bit more friction to make himself cum, unable to speak as Dabi adds another finger inside of him.

“Ah, I see “ Dabi said amused, “little beta wants to cum so bad. Is that so hard to say?” He teases, speeding up his assault on Tensei’s prostate. If his little mate wanted to cum, who is he to deny him? “Do it then. Cum for your alpha, show me how badly you want to be filled and bred like a good boy”.

Dabi scissors and stretches his fingers inside of his rim, watching as tensei throws his head back and cries, his cock pulsing and twitching with every stroke and curl of his skilled fingers.

He pushes back, wanting them deeper, giving in and falling apart blissfully as he chases his high. “Yes yes yes! Oh fuck yes alpha! Dabi, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“ it’s so lewd to say! He wants to warn him, give him some sort of sign that he’s close other than the whorish moans leaving his mouth, but he’s still somehow so shy about it.

Dabi adores it. His cute little beta trying to be naughty and slutty. They’ll get there soon. Right now all the alpha wants is to make this man cum so hard he goes braindead for a moment, so if that means milking his prostate until he gets carpal tunnel then so be it.

Tensei bows his head forward, bracing himself on his elbows as his orgasm washes over him, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Dabis fingers continue to feed into his pleasure. Riding out his orgasm is made even more intense when the alpha gives a quick bite to his neck, growling possessively at the sight of what he can turn this beta into.

A mess of needy moans and an aching hole to be filled.

“So fucking good for me. God damn you’re beautiful Tensei” Dabi bites out, slowly pulling his fingers out of the embarrassed mans ass while he hides his rose red face. How cute, he thinks he can hide? Not on Dabis watch.

Dabi gently squeezes and massages his cheeks, feeling them up and admiring how his cute hole begs to have something filling it again. “Such a needy little thing. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up with everything I’ve got baby. Think you can give your alpha another round?”.

-Mommabean (sadly rose bean is taken! However there are other flower names available!) ((yall please comment or something it’s like 5 am I wrote this at work ))

[angelthebedsheet]

“We’re inside.”

a miles morales x reader!!!

x male! reader

a/n: MY BABY!!! i love hims!!! he makes me so mf HAPPY dude istg! here’s this oneshot bc i cant get enough of him! quite literally have a mega little crush on him

contains boy x boy miles’ awkward ass, whole lotta gang gay shit, use of n-slur, reader’s lwk a smug lil bitch, kissing, cussin and a lil spanish? miles’ parents being mega miles x m/n fans

F L U F F

m/n means male name!

lets get into yall!

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The two boys sat in Miles’ room in a comfortable silence. That is unless you count Sunflower softly playing in the background I guess. Miles had been trying to confess how he felt towards M/N but always bitched backed out last minute. He occasionally glanced from his sketchbook to the boy sitting in his office chair. He felt his hands get sweaty as he watched M/N subconsciously chewed on his straw as he scrolled on his phone.

He admired how his locks were pulled back into a ponytail, showing his jawline. Miles’ felt his coffee coloured cheeks heat up as M/N glanced up at him from his phone. He quickly looked back at his sketchbook, pretending he was looking at it the whole time. M/N snorted. “Yo, you good, pretty boy?” He asked. “What? Psssh, yeah. I’m good. Just vibin’ y’know? Thinkin’ bout what colour I should use next.” Miles said as he waved him off, hoping his pathetic attempt at saving himself even though he felt his heart race from the nickname. He felt a sweat bead form on his forehead as M/N cocked his eyebrow. He smirked. ‘Don’t do that. Why would he do that? Why is he smirking? God, that’s hot. Fuck. I’m a disaster.’ Miles thought as he grabbed a marker. “Thinkin’ while lookin’ at my face? Cap.” M/N said as he sipped on his smoothie. “N-No it’s not! I was just in a daze while thinking okay?! I totally wasn’t staring at you. That’s gay, man.” Miles stuttered, making M/N start laughing. “Dude you‘re literally bi with a preference for dudes 70% of the time, what the fuck?” He chuckled. Miles groaned and threw a marker at him. M/N tilted his head to the side, dodging the marker. Miles huffed and looked back down at his sketchbook.

“You’re a piece of shit.” He grumbled. “But you love this piece of shit, homie.” M/N teased, earning another groan from him before relaxing his face into a soft smile. He reached over to nudge Miles’ leg. “No but like you aight, niño bonito? You know you can always talk to me. I’m here for ya. Even with your spider shit goin’ on.” M/N said. Miles felt the flutter that occurred in his stomach at the spanish substitute. “Yeah... I’m. I’m good. Just Spider-Man jitters, y’know?” Miles mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. M/N stared at him before humming. “No I don’t know. Not everyone wears a cool ass spandex suit and swings around the damn city with webs, saving people ‘nd shit.” He commented before picking up his phone again. Miles huffed out a chuckle. M/N bit his straw with a smile as he scrolled down his phone.

‘I’m gonna do it.’ Miles thought as he collected himself. He wiped his sweaty hands off on his jeans. “Hey, M/N?” He called out. M/N hummed as he looked up at him. “I’ve been wanting to say this but.... I loooo–”He trailed off as he started to think. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he has a crush on another person? I can’t afford to ruin our friendship.’ He thought. “–iiike how the sky looks right now. Isn’t so pretty?” Miles asked, done with himself. M/N deadpanned at him. “We’re inside, my nigga. Fuck you mean you like how the sky looks? The curtain’s deadass closed too.” M/N said as he made an unimpressed expression. “Oh-uhm-I. Ah, j-just forget it.” Miles groaned. M/N rolled his eyes before smiling. “Was that another poor attempt at you trying to confess to me, Morales?” He asked. Miles’ eyes widened. “You-You noticed?!” He exclaimed as he sat up.

M/N nodded with a smile. “And you never said anything?! M/N!” He whined. “Hey, you’re a big boy. I didn’t think Spidey was so scared to confess to lil’ ol’ me.” He teased. Miles glared at him. “But, I like you too, Morales.” He said softly. Miles swang his legs off his bed and shot a web at his chair. He tugged on his web, pulling M/N in the chair to him. “Say it again.” He said.

“I like you, Miles.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“One more time for me?”

“Oh my god. Miles Morales, I like you too!” M/N groaned. Miles smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “Can I?” He asked as he looked down at M/N’s plump lips. “Fuckin kiss m—mmhfp!” He was cut off by Miles smashing his lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around his waist. “You. Don’t. Know. How. Long. I’ve. Waited. To. Hear. That.” Miles said between pecks. M/N chuckled as Miles continued pressing kisses onto his lips. He stood up, pushing the chair back. He leaned forward, kissing him deeper. Miles smiled into the kiss and pulled him down. They fell back on the bed, never pulling away from their liplock. It felt like the world around them sizzled away only leaving them.

Unfortunately, they didn’t hear the knock on the door and it open. “Miles, M/N, do you boys want some sn— AHA! CAUGHT THEM! MI AMOR, I TOLD YOU! YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS!” Rio exclaimed while holding a bowl of grapes, causing Miles to push M/N off. “M-Mrs. Morales!” M/N stuttered. “Mama no!” Miles exclaimed as he shot up. The two boys’ faces heated up as they looked at Rio. “It happened?! Damnit!” Jefferson exclaimed from down the hall. “You made a bet on us?” M/N questioned with a hot face. “Dios mio...” Miles mumbled under his breath. “Sorry honey, we had to. We were tired of the whining Mil—” Miles cut her off. “OOOKAYYYY MAMA! That’s enough for now, thank you for the fruit! Okay now bye!” Miles exclaimed as he set the bowl on his desk and pushed her out.

“Have fun but not too much fun!” She called out before he slammed the door embarrassed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe they did that. My mom just caught us making out oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god we were just making out, holy shit.” Miles exclaimed. “Fuck that killed the mood didn’t it?” He said as he looked at M/N. “Yeah.” He said, making Miles’ shoulders slump. “But bold of you to assume we can’t fix that. C’mere pretty boy, I’ve been deprived of this for too long. Not even Doc Ock could stop me from kissing the shit outta you.” He said as he made a ‘come hither’ sign. Miles giggled and ran over to him. M/N pulled him down and hovered over him. “That was ho—” M/N kissed him and pulled away. “Nuff talkin’ more kissin’. Got that, Morales?” M/N said. “Got it, bebé!” He exclaimed before energetically pulling him down by his collar to connect their lips once more.

[mingishoe]

[3:18pm] “Please keep going, I promise I’ll be quiet. He won’t even know you’re touching me, I promise. W/ sub!Mingi x Reader ft Yunho

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You had been wanting to hang out with Mingi all day and watching him play video games didn’t count.

Mingi was playing with Yunho over the headsets and Mingi’s screaming filled your apartment.

You laid on your bed watching Mingi with a pout because he talks to Yunho everyday and only sees you like once a week, sometimes not at all for months whenever he’s busy.

“Mingi could you please at least take a break for a little bit?” You rolled your eyes as Mingi was completely ignoring you. “Mingi?!”

“Mhm, yeah, hold on.” You’ve never rolled your eyes harder in your life. You were starting to get a little bit annoyed with Mingi so you got up and stood in front of the monitor.

Mingi held onto your waist and tried to push you to the side, “Yunho, hold on- y/n what’re you doing? Move please.”

You looked at him completely unamused. Once Mingi realised you weren’t in the mood he sighed and pulled you to sit on his lap.

You rolled your eyes as you listened to Mingi and Yunho talk about whatever they were doing.

You smiled mischievously as you came up with an idea. You shuffled around for a minute making Mingi grab onto your bicep, warning you to stop moving.

You brushed Mingi’s hand off of you and continued to “make yourself comfortable” on Mingi’s lap. You listened as Mingi’s breathing started to get a little bit unstable but then you stopped moving completely.

You could tell that Mingi was thrown off a little bit making Yunho speak up confused, “Mingi? Are you there?”

“Umm yeah, I just- yeah.” Mingi nudges your hips with his controller but you don’t do anything and remain still.

Mingi furrows his eyebrows in confusion but continues to nudge you until he realises that you’re not going to do it again.

Mingi pauses to think about what he wants you to do and he suddenly grabs one of your hands and places it down on his crotch.

You kept your hand where he left it but didn’t move it. You knew Mingi wanted nothing more than to beg for you but he couldn’t with Yunho being able to hear everything Yall were saying.

You slowly start to apply pressure down on his crotch, making sure not to give him enough to be satisfied.

Mingi grabbed onto your hips and moved you so you were directly on top of his crotch and he started to slowly rut against you.

You didn’t make any attempt to move and let Mingi have his way. You trailed your finger along his jaw and sucked his neck leaving light hickeys.

You heard a groan in your ear and you immediately pulled away and raised your eyebrows. You made a move to get up but Mingi held onto you with a frantic expression, “Nonono!”

You covered the microphone with your hand and turned towards Mingi, “You have to be quiet or I’m gonna stop.”

“Please keep going, I promise I’ll be quiet. He won’t even know you’re touching me, I promise.” Mingi’s breathing was labored as he tried not to tear up.

You watched Mingi for a minute contemplating if you could continue, but with the way Mingi was looking at you with glossy eyes, you couldn’t say no.

You scooted back a little bit before reaching for Mingi’s waistband. Mingi was completely distracted from his game but when Yunho’s voice started yelling on the other end for Mingi to help him, he mumbled something and turned his attention back to it.

You gripped onto his cock and Mingi jerked harshly causing him to accidentally die in the game, “Oh fuck!”

Yunho complained on the other end but Mingi couldn’t care less, the only thing he was focused on was the way your hand felt on his cock.

Mingi but his lip to contain his moans but it didn’t stop his squirming and shuffling underneath you. Mingi was struggling to listen to Yunho and play the game but he wasn’t too worried about that.

You knew exactly how to touch Mingi to get him cum and it was embarrassing how quickly it could happen if he was feeling particularly needy, like he was right now.

You had just started touching him for no more than a couple of minutes and he was on the verge of pathetically cumming.

Your finger trailed circled the tip of his swollen cock and with your other hand jerking him off just how he liked it.

Mingis breathing was laboured and Yunho wasn’t obvious to the sound. As Mingi continued to die over and over again from his lack of attention to the screen Yunho let out a loud groan of annoyance, “You know what- I’ll just wait until you’re done cuming.”

You couldn’t help the giggles that you let out whenever you heard Yunho’s annoyed voice on the other end, “It’s alright Yunho, he’s almost there.”

“Stop~” Mingi whined loudly from your teasing, “I- Yunho- no I-” Mingi was gripping onto you tightly, his controller long forgotten, “P-Please.”

Yunho chuckled at Mingi, “That’s so pathetic, you couldn’t even wait to be touched. You’re so dirty that you’ll let y/n touch you with your friend listening.”

You bit your lip to hide your amusement because Mingi was looking at you with such desperate eyes, “Go ahead princess, show Yunho how pretty you sound when you cum.”

Mingi let out some deep moans and whines before his body went stiff and came all over his sweater. As you were bringing him down from his orgasm soft drawn out whines were released from Mingi’s pretty lips. His head was thrown back with his pretty blissed out expression.

You take the headphones off of Mingi and put them on yourself so you can speak to Yunho, “Sorry Yunho, we’re gonna go cuddle now. We’ll go to the dorms later and maybe you can have your fun.”

[shhhlikeme]

THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥺 part 2

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Tendou, Kenma, Daishou, & Aran

Part 1 | Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5 🩸

Ojiro Aran -

A Pretty AF Princess👑👸

this hubby-material, absolutely perfect creation of a man has a royal kink. It’s not up for debate! 

argue with your mother if you disagree

Not in some crazy cocky sense where he thinks he’s royalty or something...

It’s moreso that he literally sees you as his princess already..... and treats you like it—even though you two have only been on a handful of dates!!! 

Where you wore cute and casual outfits only. 

Sooooo when you’re dressed as how this boy actually sees you....mannnnnnnnn

Aran Ojiro is all: 😦😦‘s and 🥺🥺🥺🥺’s

and a whole lotta 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩’s

Be prepared for him to shower you with compliments and attention, god damn 

At the Olympic Team’s sober bar hop yall go to, Aran’s telling you how beautiful you look and how much a crown on your head suits you every half an hour 

It puts butterflies in your stomach every time.

He’s dressed as a Prince to match you (which you had to beg him to wear because he doesn’t like the attention) and the entire night your new boo thing was treating you so sweetly 

Kissing your hand, holding you bridal style through door frames, bowing to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the whole nine yards

The twins, Bokuto, and even Sakusa kept making fun of him for being so simpy

But the man didn’t care lmao! he kept speaking over the boys when they chirped him, yelling at them that they are FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAJESTY WITHOUT ROYAL PERMISSION 💀

You couldn’t stop blushing, even though you were shy... you secretly felt like you were on cloud nine by the way he was being with you, honestly 

You thought the dates couldn’t get better but here we are.

“Ojiro..........” You blushed as you watch the guy you’re seeing and falling in love with Oop— press his plump and soft lips to you hand again.

“Hm?” He asks, opening them and looking up at you through his long lashes. He never removed your hand from his lips. You swooned even harder as your heart pounded, looking away. You tried again. 

“Umm.... you’re just being so kind treating me like this all night even though your friends are making fun of you, and you say it’s because I am your Princess but.... you do know that YOU’RE the one that gives off a Royal vibes, right?! Your entire aura and the way you carry yourself—even when I first met you—screams King. Plus everyone says it. That’s why people keep saying how much your costume fits you. You’re Like........” You gave yourself a beat to think. “—-you’re like the kind and gentle Prince who takes over his father’s throne and changes all the mean laws that were there.... then takes the peasant girl for his wife because he only cares about true love. That would totally be you. You’re like, amazing, Ojiro.” 

You were still looking away from your crush when you finished, immediately wanting to sink in a hole caused by utter embarrassment. 

What am I, a damn Disney narrator?🙄, you thought pathetically. 

Aran studied your features when you said all of this, his eyes softening. As soon as you were done speaking, he romantically pressed his lips against your hand again and then brought your hand down between you two, holding it. 

Next, he gently turned your chin with his free hand so that you were facing him, and so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. 

You whimpered from the intensity you saw there. 

“Y/N,” Ojiro began in his gentle-king voice. 

“I could really go on with a monologue right now about how you carry yourself the same way you just described for me—like a Princess who overtakes her father’s throne and denounces any preexisting closed minded laws, then decides to give the humble baker—that’s me, a shot at a life of euphoria with you...... but I’ll save that for another time....” he paused, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if the tears you were feeling decided to fall and ruin this moment. 

“No! It’s you, Ojiro. I’m not even close. You’re so perfect and—“ A handsome smirk graced Aran’s handsome face, making your butterflies explode. Somehow looking at that smirk you just knew that he could tell you were holding back tears with everything in you, so, being the modern Prince he is, Aran came to your tear-saving rescue. He lightened the voice, effectively lightening the mood; but his eyes remained just as intense. He chuckled cutely before explaining the reason behind the intensity. 

“Okay well uhh, hey, if you insist on calling me a Prince.... Then... as my first order of duty 👑, I’d like to ask you, my fair maiden, if would consider being so kind as to call this Prince: your new boyfriend? I mean—damn—sorry, did they even use that term back then?!” 

Your heart bursted, practically springing out of your chest:

Not Prince Eric, not Prince Charming and not even Flynn fucking Rider had anything on how amazing this Prince was! 

Your emotions bubbled over, letting out giggles that sounded just like a real Disney Princess’. 

“Yes, Aran!” You exclaimed, lunging forward to hug him. Aran laughed brilliantly, thanking you. 

You just basked yourself in this ending: Not knowing that your “yes” was the beginning..... of your fairytale. 

A/N: shoutout to my upcoming King Aran AU omg I am smitten 🥺🥺🥺

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Kenma Kozume -

Gamer Girl 🕹🔌

When it comes to Halloween costumes.......

You and your boyfriend Kenma are both lazy. 

So when Kuroo called and screamed at both of you because you promised to go to his work’s party tonight, (especially Kenma who would look really good to his superiors) you both reluctantly agreed .... again😑😑😑

While Kenma simply showered, dried his hair and put on your cat ear head band and called it a day, 

You realized that you had to scramble for a presentable costume. Shit. 

You scoured Kenma’s condo since you have been staying here and won’t have time to go home. 

Freaking out because you found shit all, your bf told you that you really don’t have to wear a stupid costume because this party is stupid and Kuroo himself is stupid. 

Speaking of the devil: kenmas phone starting ringing with the Kuroo ringtone, meaning he was calling. 

Kenma tried to ignore it, so you went into his game room to retrieve his phone for him. 

While you looked for his phone near his gaming set up, your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s Professional Gamer headphones. 

You placed his headphones on, fixed your glasses and decided you’d go as a cute gamer girl! 

Kozume followed you in after a while when he didn’t hear you on the phone, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you. 

“Th-those are my headphones.” Your youtuber says flatly, trying not think about how mind blowingly attractive you look with them on. 🤯🤯🤯

You just pointed at his costume.

“And that’s my kitty headband. What’s your point?” You retorted, winking at him behind your glasses. “I have a costume now: I’m a gamer girl. Do you like it?” 

Cat boy could only nod, his eyes growing dark. He pictured you gaming and it made him suuuuuper turned on. 

You noticed and like the little shit you are, you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his neck. You puckered your lips asking for a kiss. 

Kenma’s cheeks flared up, unable to stop himself from looking down your tight black & white tank top at your boobs. 

In true Kenma style, he ignored your ask for a kiss. 

“Kuroo is probably ou-out-outside, Y-Y/N. We should go.” Obviously flustered, your boyfriend quickly collected his phone from his desk and made a beeline out of his game room. 

You laughed, calling out to him from your place in the room. “I saw your boner, Kenma!”

“Shut up.” You heard your monotone boyfriend call back. You could picture his blush.

You smiled. 

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Daishō Suguru -

Poison Ivy 🧑‍🦰🌿🥀

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 🐍 he even recently got one tatted on one side of his chest and it looks AH-MA-ZING

But anyways... like I said: 

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 

.....And Snakes like leaves 🍃

Therefore, you dressed as a leaf.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

After you got all ready, 

You Facetime’d him because he was away at a tournament and you wanted to show him your costume 

When Daishō answered while grocery shopping, he was not prepared. He dropped his phone, picked it up, stared at you in awe, then he quickly hung up on you. 

He didn’t want to sport a boner in the fucking meat aisle so he practically raced to the cash and called you back when he got in his car. Lol

no but fr Daishou went gaga when he saw you dressed as the sexy Poison Ivy

Not only is he a DC > Marvel Enthusiast, but Daishō loooved Poison Ivy because he and the super hero/villain had similar personalities 

Poison Ivy approached DC Universe situations the same way Daishō approached rival volleyball games: with a manipulative sense, a temptress grin, and ultimately being someone no one you can tell whether they are a hero or a villain. 

With all of that to consider, your man wasn’t even thinking about that because he was too busy thinking you look like sex-on-legs 

He stared at your body madddd hard

“Fuck me. I wish I was Clark Kent right now so I had x-ray vision.” He groaned as he covered his free hand over his face, opening his fingers to peek at you. “What are you wearing under those leaves? Anything?!” Your snake-like boyfriend tried to sound stern, but you knew better. 

“Nothing.”

Licking your red lips, you lean toward your laptop so that your boyfriend could see a close up of those red lips.

You saw him instinctively lean closer to the camera and take a deep breath.

“Your Best Friends/Name isn’t picking me up for another hour, Dai. But you and I both know that really means two hours. Anyway, I’ll slip on underwear when she gets here but I was....... sort of hoping you could show Poison Ivy that snake of yours......before then. She hasn’t met him yet🥺.”

In his rush to get back to his hotel for some hot ass web cam sex, Sugaru forgot the groceries in the car.  Oh well ;) 

the extra grocery trip he’d have to take later that night was well worth it. 

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Tendō Satori -

Skeleton Chick w Dope Clown Makeup

“Y/N CHAAAAAAAANNNNN!” 

you cringed and put your hands out in front of you to protect yourself, just in time before your boyfriend Tendou tackled you on the bed you two share 

You expected this, and that’s why you had strategically placed yourself in front of the bed when you finally told your boyfriend you were done your makeup 

3 hours ago, you had a long talk with your red head as he sat down with his legs folded like a kindergarten student: 

“Ten. I love you, but you are NOT ALLOWED back in the room until I’m done my makeup. You’re too loud, and you’re making me shake. I need precision. I promise I’ll call you in when I’m done and have my costume on.” 

Just like a kindergartener student, your boyfriend gave you puppy dog eyes. 

“BUT—“ 

“Ztttt! No buts!” You shut your eyes so that you weren’t looking at his puppy dog eyes that get you every time. “Ten, you can come in as soon as it’s done.” 

You heard him sigh, so you sealed the deal.

“Don’t forget that You’ll be the first to see it, my special boy.” 

“Alright!!!!” Tendou jumped up.

“Please, bring me to the room and shut the door behind you.” Since your eyes were still closed, your boyfriend hummed and linked his arm through yours, doing exactly as you asked. He lead you to your vanity and helped you sit down. 

“I’ll be waiting! Cant wait to see it! I’m going to bake a Halloween cake to waste time!” 

You felt a familiar kiss to the top of your head, then you heard your bedroom door shut. 

God you loved that Chocolatier. 

***

3 hours later, you were questioning why you loved that Chocolatier🙄, because he was crushing you under his weight after tackling you

Your boyfriend quickly rolled off of you and began his chatter. 

This was both of your favourite holidays so Satori has been gushing the entire week 

“OHO, you look awesome, Y/N-chan! When I was young, no one would take Halloween as seriously as I did so they’d say hurtful things behind my back and it made me very sad.....!!! Last year Ushi actually dressed up as the peanut butter to my jelly which was cool, but he didn’t know the words to the song for Karaoke......” His eyes lit up. “But now I have YOU! Someone who loves October 31st as much if not more than me! Oh, and you look beautiful AND scary! How did you do that??? Can you do my makeup like that, my love?! I want to match you! I also want to make love to you..... and—“

You reached over and covered Tendou’s mouth with your index finger. 

This cutie shushed himself, making himself cross eyed because he was now looking down at your finger on his own lips

You laughed. There is so much you could respond to, but thinking about a baby Ten being all excited for Halloween and his stupid bullies making him feel like shit for it tug at your heart strings, disallowing you to say anything else to your brilliant Chocolatier:

“Ten...........I love you. Happy Halloween.” 😌

This time, you hadn’t had enough time to put your arms out before you were tackled by an enamoured Tendou Satori again. 

Who do you want to see react to your Sexy Hall🎃ween Costume next?

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Characters that are currently in queue: Iwa, Ukai, Daichi, Oikawa, Mattsun, Kuroo, Kyoutani, Akaashi, Tsukki & Noya.

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read into Me Chapter 11: Love Story

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 4,771

Warnings: fire, injury-all end of season three things!

Author’s Note: Happy belated Strangers Things 3 Day! I wanted to get this up yesterday, but I didn’t have it in me to work. This is the end of the series, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a fun little ride!

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Paris was a lonely city. You’d arrived alone, having not seen Steve since prom and still desperate to see him one more time. You’d selfishly kept his sweatshirt, wanting a piece of him to take with you to a different country. Your mother hadn’t picked you up from the airport, having sent a car instead. She didn’t seem much interested in speaking to you after months apart; she was much more interested in redecorating her new condo and talking about her fiancé. You met him, a French fop named Jean-Pierre at least fifteen years her junior. He was nice enough, although a bit fruity for your liking. His interests were more on the modeling jobs your mother was getting him. She had no time for you, which was fine since your lessons at the salon began immediately.

You and thirty-five other young hopefuls spend your days locked in a studio with abundant resources and endless models and objects to sketch. And you hated it. You hated the long, rambling lectures from the artists who came to the salon to preach the values of the school and the importance of French art. They alternated between speaking in French and English without explaining themselves as they switched tongues. Your French language skills were nonexistent, so the lectures were exhausting and endless. The only time they ever seemed to help was when they brought you all to the Louvre to examining the long dead French men who’d made the museum possible. There, you could at least sketch out the greats and enjoy the beauty of the art. Inside the studio, you felt as though your head was going to explode. The lectures spoke too loudly and loomed over you without warning or word, you weren’t allowed your headset or Walkman in the studio to combat them, and the smell of various paints and clays made your stomach churn. The girl who’d taken up the easel next to you, a little German named Lisle, had taken to making clay pots and sculptures and the sound of her pottery wheel mixed with her incessant humming made you want to commit manslaughter. It didn’t help that the smell of the brown clay invaded your sinuses and made you sneeze violently. You dreaded the salon. But you dreaded being at home more.

Your mother had hired you a French tutor, utterly horrified by the fact that you hadn’t been practising. You tried to tell her that, despite her assumptions, Hawkins High had stopped offering a French elective two years before you started there.

“You cannot live in Paris without speaking French! It won’t do!” she moaned. Jean-Pierre was already on the phone, speaking fast into the receiver. You didn’t see what the big deal was. Everywhere you went, people spoke enough English to communicate with you fine. It didn’t occur to you till after dinner that if you were to study in the country, you’d need the language to understand your lessons.

So you got a French teacher, a short tempered older man who insisted on being called Monsieur Bérnard. His greying whiskers moved sharply as he spoke and he often spit on you as he taught proper pronunciation and conjugation. He ranted and raved all afternoon, disgusted by your apparent lack of an ear for languages and your doodling on the edges of notebook paper instead of working. You’d go from sensory overload in the salon to being bullied by a Freud-looking asshole each day with no room for a break or a breath.

You lived for weekends. Rest was very well thought of in the city so the hell spawn tutor didn’t work and the salon locked its doors. You were allowed to wander the city at your leisure, your mother glad to have you out of the apartment. You’d spend most of your days sat at a café near the Eifel Tower, a prime spot to tourists. Every day, you’d bring your sketchpad and try to draw out the profiles of those you passed you by. You spent two weekends working on a sketch of people sunbathing on the lawn in front of the tower. But it seemed you left all your talent in Hawkins. You’d spent so long drawing familiar faces back home, now that you were away from your nest, you found yourself without the skill to capture the faces around you. It occurred to you that you knew the faces of Hawkins far too well. They were engrained in your mind, your hand working like a stamp to put them on the page. France was full of strangers. You didn’t know how to understand them like you understood Hawkins. France wasn’t home. You couldn’t work out in a world of strangers.

You couldn’t work in the salon either. It was too much. Everyone was constantly showboating and trying out-do one another. You couldn’t work with people spying over your shoulder. You felt judged and insecure about what you could do. You didn’t want to be watched as you tried to make art. It didn’t help that you had no idea what to make. The closest thing you’d gotten done is that sketch of the Eifel Tower and that wasn’t something you couldn’t buy on the streets around the monument. You’d tried all the things that you couldn’t in your bedroom-paint splatter art, pottery, carving, paint pulling, mosaics. You never finished anything. The drive to push through wasn’t there.

When the loneliness and fear became too much to bear, you held Steve’s sweatshirt and cried. It still smelt like him; Irish Springs soap and Fabregè Organics shampoo and hairspray and a bit like sweat. It was nice though. You missed him. You tried to write him letters, but you knew that they wouldn’t get home before you did. You’d made up your mind that whatever the answer was, you were going home. Whether that meant deferring a semester or missing the first week of school you would go back to Hawkins. Still, you’d written over a dozen letters, all crumpled in your waste bin.

You waited until the last minute to finish something for submission. You’d tried to sketch your mother, to find who you knew in the fancy woman in front of you. With her bleached blowout and designer clothes, thirty pounds lighter and yellow gold jewellery glinting in the midday sun. She looked like the epitome of elegance, straight out of a magazine. The woman you remembered had greying roots and love handles, her only jewellery the wedding rings your father had given her. Europe had changed her into someone who you didn’t know and who didn’t seem to want to introduce herself to you. Nothing you drew seemed to capture the middle between who she was and who she is now. You realized in her profile that you weren’t a part of her life anymore, that she didn’t want you there. You were as strange to her as she was to you. You passed each other like ghosts in the hall, almost recognizable but hauntingly foreign.

The day before your final piece for submission was due; you got a letter from Steve. It only had one sentence.

“I should have asked you to stay.”

It was all you needed to hear to be inspired. You made your final project a tribute to him, mixing memories with unfinished letters building into his face. You used plain black ink to sketch his profile on the surface of the mess, building him into your loneliness. You only had your memory to recreate his face and your own letters to fill the canvas. Still, it was the only thing you’d done the whole time you were in the country that you were actually proud of. You didn’t finish it until the sun rose and you handed it off to be judged without a second thought, bleary eyed and exhausted.

You were on a plane home by the wee hours of July 4th.

Hawkins was a depressing place. After graduation, Steve found himself listless and at the hands of his father. He was a failure, a disgrace of a son. He was unready to start into the family business. His grades were pathetic. He had to get a job. Of course, with no job experience and late to the game, no decent place wanted him. The new mall only offered him one place of employment, Scoops Ahoy. And the uniform was embarrassing. Stupid sailor shirts and matching shorts, fucking knee socks and a corny paper hat. He looked like a certified geek. And his co-worker was a freak. Robin fucking Buckley did nothing but bug him all shift. It didn’t help that he had no friends without you, even Dustin had left for some nerdy science camp after the school year ended.

He was alone and lonely.

He tried to write you a half dozen times. But nothing seemed to make sense, nothing was worth telling you. What was he supposed to tell you? That he had become an even bigger loser overnight? He felt so utterly pathetic. He just wanted things to go back to the way things were. But what did that even looked like anymore? It wasn’t a life with Nancy, she’d dumped his ass, and it wasn’t a life with you, you’d left him for a different continent. He didn’t have a clue where he was going anymore. So he did what any lonely, practically friendless teenager did-he worked his ass off. Eight hours every day in the mall with smart ass Robin Buckley, waiting for the ground to suck him up. And sure, he tried to hit on the girls his age that came around. It was a good distraction from his broken heart. He’d made up his mind that he was ready to move on and try to date again. That he needed a girlfriend. That he needed to be cool again.

And then, Dustin came back and Hawkins started acting up again. He thought it was over. Those damn dogs were gone, the thing was closed, the kid was safe and acting like a kid. Everything had gone back to as close to normal as he’d seen it in awhile. But Dustin just had to find a secret code and Buckley just had to decode it and Lucas’s bitchy little sister just had to be small enough to fit into the vents and find a secret Russian elevator. And they just had to get stuck in it.

He couldn’t keep that damn kid from seeking out trouble. And yeah, it was kind of fun in a scared shitless kind of way, but it wasn’t worth getting drugged and beaten up and nearly dying for. And it certainly wasn’t worth getting tricked into thinking that he had feelings for fucking Robin. He could murder that kid for getting it in his head that he liked that girl. Robin was cool; he wouldn’t pretend that she wasn’t a decent friend to have at the end of the world. But he didn’t need the embarrassment of trying to ask out a lesbian. At least the reason for her rejecting him wasn’t that he was unattractive or lame, just that she didn’t dig dudes. He was cool with that. And at least he got to punch out a communist. If he could tell his father that without going to prison or being murdered by a Russian goon, he’d be proud. Fuck that, he was proud. He won a fight! He beat up a Russian spy! More than one, he beat some up while drugged out; at least he thought he did. He couldn’t remember much, other than watching Back to the Future with Robin. That movie was too confusing. And then he stole a car, he saved Nancy’s life, he set up that weird tower thing for Dustin-there was too much going on to even recognize how crazy he sounded. How crazy all of this sounded.

And then, the mall was on fire.

Your flight landed on the fourth of July at about ten fifteen in the evening. It took about forty-five minutes to get from the Indianapolis International Airport back to Hawkins. You were buzzing. Seven words had given you all the hope you needed to push you back to the states. Every fibre of your being was alive with energy, with excitement. You couldn’t wait for your grandfather to park the car, you jumped out as soon as you were settled in the driveway.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs and unpack?” your grandmother called after you as you booked it down the driveway.

You turned back “No, I’ll be back later!” you called. Steve’s car wasn’t in the driveway but you figured if anyone was home they’d know where he was. You bounded up the stairs, ringing the doorbell twice.

Mrs. Harrington came to the door in her bathrobe. “Oh, hello there…” she trailed off, obviously unable to remember your name.

“Y/N, hi it’s nice to see you, do you know where Steve is?” you asked, bouncing from your heels to your toes.

Mrs. Harrington narrowed her eyes “He’s at his job I assume. At the mall.” She said slowly.

“What mall?” you demanded. Mrs. Harrington’s eyes blew wide open and you realized that you were probably coming off like an insane person. “Sorry, I’ve been out of the country for about a month.”

“It’s where the Hawkins Laboratories were, off East Wood Road.” She pointed out the door towards the roads. You knew instantly that the fastest way to get there was through the woods. You ran through the backyards of your neighbours and into the woods. You didn’t like the Hawkins forests. They were dark and dim and poorly maintained. The county hadn’t been out to cut down potentially problematic trees on the few hiking paths in the woods.  Burs caught your socks and twigs scratched your legs as you hopped logs to try to get there faster. They’d carved a road through the woods, you’d found it halfway to the mall, deserted and blocked off. You could see the bright orange flames from a mile away.

Your heart stopped dead in your chest. Steve was in there. You could cry.

Instead, you hopped the blockade, running down the road despite the calls of passing fire trucks and police. You didn’t care if they tried to arrest you, although you doubted that they could. It would be a waste of time to bother with you during an emergency.

The parking lot was filled with emergency vehicles. Massive streams of water were attacking the building. Luckily, it seemed the mall was closed, judging by the few people who were milling around not in uniforms. You sprinted into the crowd, looking around frantically.

Steve had been ushered into the back of an ambulance and draped in a bright orange emergency blanket. It wasn’t that cold but he felt as though he was freezing. The EMTs had checked his vitals and disinfected the wounds on his face and knees. As for the remaining drugs in his system, he chose not to mention them. He knew that the high would wear off eventually. Robin was sat next to him, equally bandaged up and silent, save an uncontrollable shiver. Wordlessly, Steve took the blanket off his shoulders and placed it over hers. He wasn’t that cold. Moreover, he just felt numb. He’d had this happen so many times; his face beat in, an otherworldly thing trying to destroy his life and hurt his family, a major building destroyed-it all felt familiar. It made him sick to his stomach to know that it was familiar. If he had anything left in his stomach he would’ve thrown up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something running towards him. At first, he tensed. He didn’t know what it was and it could probably kill him. His heart stopped and then raced wildly. He held out an arm to protect Robin and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Steve!” you cried. He was in an ambulance. He was hurt. He was alive. You felt as if you could cry. In the span of fifteen minutes he’d gone from working to escaping a fiery building to missing in a fire to simply hurt. And hurt was just fine, you could handle hurt.

“Oh my god Steve, are you okay? Are you alright? I love you so much…”You grabbed his face, examining the bruises. You pulled him tightly to your chest, trying not to cry or freak out. You knew it wouldn’t help.

“I love you too…” he breathed into your ear, pulling you close to him. He recognized you by the smell of your hair, the feeling of your arms around him. He could cry. He didn’t believe you were real. But when you pulled away and his hand came to your face. You were real. And you were here. And he was safe. He was safe and alive. Feelings of relief rushed through his body. He wanted to cry, but the shock was too overwhelming for a tear to even drop.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and hoarser than he’d ever felt it. “I thought you were still in Paris.”

“I came home early,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw bone. “I didn’t get in.” That was the nicer version, the judges laughed at your final piece, they called it pedestrian. You should’ve been more upset, your mother was furious, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were free to go home. You could’ve thanked them for rejecting you.

Steve pulled away, looking you squarely in the eye. He wouldn’t have you give up on school to hang out with him in bum fuck Indiana. But you were telling the truth, it was written plainly all over your face. “Those bastards…” Steve murmured. You laughed, your eyes watery and throat thick. You were overwhelmed. You expected to come home and just see him in his element. You expected him to not necessarily want to see you. You didn’t expect a fire or Steve being injured or Steve to even be there at all. You pulled Steve back into your arms, you didn’t want to let go.

“I missed you so much…” you whispered. Steve’s arms came around your hips, pulling you in between his legs. He needed you here, to keep you in place for awhile.

“I missed you too…” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Did you get my letter?”

You looked up “Yeah I did…” you said “I wish I had written you, I tried so many times but I couldn’t find the words and-” Steve kissed you hard, stealing the words from his throat. He didn’t care if you didn’t write him back; this was the best thing he could’ve gotten from you. A letter wouldn’t do it justice.

You were lit up by his kiss. This is what you needed. No words could do the feelings he expressed in his kiss justice. You felt alive. You felt at home. Steve tried to pull away, but you pulled him back by his shirt, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Maybe it did. You couldn’t be sure anymore.

A loud clearing of one’s throat interrupted you and you pulled away to see Robin waving awkwardly. “Oh hey Buckley…” you muttered awkwardly. “How’s Samantha?”

“No clue, she never called me back.” The younger girl shrugged nonchalantly, hopping down from the ambulance deck. “I’ll catch ya later, Harrington.”

You turned your attention back to Steve, looking down at the material still in your fists. He looked ridiculous. “What the fuck are you wearing?” you asked with a laugh. Steve’s hands settled on your lower back, holding you in between his knees as if you’d run off if he didn’t.

“Oh this? This has been my whole summer.” He groaned “I’ve been captaining a boat on an ocean of flavours.” You couldn’t help but cackle, you had no idea what he was talking about but he seemed so serious.  

“And by that you mean?” you lifted the fake red neckerchief attached to his shirt, running the material between your thumb and forefinger.

“Ice cream store in the mall,” he pointed to the embroidered Scoops Ahoy logo on his breast.

“You’re kidding…” you shook your head as if to shake the idea out of your mind. Steve’s fingers trailed the raggedy edge of your sweatshirt. Well, his sweatshirt, his last name and basketball jersey number were embossed on the back; he could feel the textured design on your lower back.

“I like my sweater,” he chuckled, reaching up to adjust the length of the drawstrings on the hood. You looked away, a bit embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to keep it I just…missed you,” You replied “You can have it back.”

“Nah, it suits you,” he smirked “Besides, I want my girl in my stuff, it’s cute.”

“Your girl?” you grinned giddily, elbowing him in the ribs. “Since when am I your girl?” You liked the idea of being Steve’s girl. It had a nice ring to it.

Steve smirked, squeezing your hips in his hands. “Oh come on baby, you’ve been my girl for awhile…”

“Oh really? Well, I wouldn’t know since you’ve never asked me…”

You heard a loud yell and turned to see a set of paramedics carrying a stretcher towards you and Steve. They were sprinting and bringing a badly burnt and unconscious Billy Hargrove towards the ambulance you sat on. You quickly moved out of the way. Steve grabbed your hand, allowing you to tug him from the ambulance’s deck.

You only got a brief look at the teenager, but it made your stomach churn violently. You felt ill. You felt Steve squeeze your hand. You turned to look at him and saw how hollow his eyes were. You wrapped your arm around his middle. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you said, trying to stifle a yawn. You were exhausted from your flight and your run here and the trauma that had smacked you across the face.

Steve noticed anyway “Did you just get here?” he asked, lifting your chin.

“My flight landed at ten, I came to see you as soon as I could.”

“You should’ve gone home to rest, I wouldn’t have been mad at you.” You looked absolutely exhausted. He couldn’t imagine what he looked like.

“I missed you too much to not see you. And what if you had gotten hurt, if you hadn’t made it out then I would’ve never forgiven myself…”

Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, shielding you from the scene, as more mangled people were brought out. The beast must’ve fallen apart once the brain was destroyed. It looked as though a bomb had gone off. Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to leave, but he knew that the FBI would be called and he’d have to talk to them again. He wanted you to go home, but that didn’t seem like an option now.  Selfishly, he liked having you there, it was comforting to have you in his arms, squeezing him under his ribs and keeping him calm.

“I’m not gonna get hurt, I’m okay…we’re okay…” You nodded roughly against his chest. You felt as if you were burning up and freezing at the same time. You saw blinks of red flashing lights and sirens as one of the ambulances sped past. You were so thankful that he wasn’t on that ambulance.

“Yeah, I know, I’m not gonna let you out of my sight ever again.” Steve lifted up your chin, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? Last time I did you nearly died and for what? A shit job in the mall?”

“Well, not just for a job, I was helping Robin and a couple kids who were with us,” That wasn’t the whole story. Steve knew he’d have to tell you eventually about everything, but for now he was more than comfortable ignoring the looming problem beneath their feet.

“What a hero…” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Something had been bothering Steve for awhile now and he determined now was the best time to tackle the subject. He turned away from you, folding his hands in his lap.

“Did you mean it when you said that you loved me?” he asked quietly. Truthfully, he wasn’t certain that you meant it. Or if he had even heard you correctly. After Nancy, he wasn’t sure if anyone actually loved him back. He’d given so much of his heart away only to have it tossed to the floor and tread upon like it was nothing more than a cigarette butt. He wasn’t sure if he could trust that you meant it.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, crossing your arms over your chest. You were a bit embarrassed. You were half hoping that he would forget about it. Your response brought all of Steve’s hopes crashing down. “Yeah, yeah I do,” you admitted, rubbing your arms, having suddenly gone cold. “I will admit, I hadn’t planned on saying that this early, feels a bit middle school to say that you love someone before they’re even your boyfriend.”

Steve turned to look at you once again, a bit surprised. Your face had gone red, adorably red, but still very red and your gaze had turned down to the asphalt at your feet. He reached out and took your hand, interlacing your fingers with his. “Good,” he said with a smile. You turned up to look at him; brow furrowed “I thought I had like imagined it.”

“Oh…no you’re good.” You said slowly. He looked like a little puppy dog, his whole face was radiating sunshine; it was almost hard to look at. It was harder to not match his energy, to get drunk off it. Then again, no one was stopping you from just enjoying the moment. You let out a small breath, not so much heavy with sadness or regret, but simply exhaustion. You let your head rest on his shoulder, smiling softly despite the scene in front of you. If it weren’t for the smouldering building and the emergency vehicles surrounding the pair of you, it would almost be romantic. The fact that you were even trying to find romance in the scene felt a bit silly, but maybe that was what this was supposed to feel like. Finding love in a burning building was a bit dramatic, it certainly not what you’d expected for your life, but you determined that no matter what you’d keep Steve safe. You had no idea what was going on at this scene, you had no idea what happened. But no matter how scared you were, you knew that Steve must’ve been even more scared. You knew that you couldn’t protect him, the same way that he couldn’t protect you, but maybe together you could keep each other safe for awhile.

“I love you too, you know,” Steve said quietly, his gaze trailed on the smoke of grey smoke coming up off the extinguished fire. The front of the mall had crumbled and the giant neon ‘Star-Court Mall’ sign shattered on the pavement. You hadn’t seen the mall before the fire, you didn’t know what it was supposed to look like, but a cavernous jagged mouth probably wasn’t the design goal. Still, you turned your attention to the side of Steve’s face. He couldn’t face you, the tips of his ears bright red underneath his flat, sweaty hair.

You swallowed hard “I know,” you say softly. Steve turned to look at you, examining your face with a nervous expression. You smiled and nodded reassuringly “I know.” Steve smiled and laced his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand tightly in his and you squeezed his back, the feeling of his hand squeezing yours the only feeling left in your body beyond the giddy buzz. You didn’t know how any of this worked, you didn’t know if you were doing this right, if there was a right way to do it. The buzz under your skin was two parts anxiety and one part excitement. But you didn’t pull away. You were glued to his side.

“You know, I think that was one of the first normal conversations we’ve ever had,” Steve mused.

You scoffed loudly rolling your eyes “That was not normal.

Steve shook his head with a small laugh “Yeah, I know…”

[drakenology]

Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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