#sorry the text is kinda tilted writing digitally is kinda hard

[beeqisch]

for a friend 😙

[al3x1ss]

Just a Friend to You

Chapter 17: When I Grow Up

“Alright girls! Round up!”

The captain calls, the rest of the team walking over as Y/N stands, slightly slouching to the side as she rests her arms on her hip.

“Now, I got a confession. I am decently surprised at this season. We’ve done so much shit and it is very weird. However, that does not mean that training will lighten up.”

At this sentence, Jun let’s out an audible groan, with Ena laughing at her side.

“Do not groan at me young lady.”

Giving the captain a pointed glare, the girl groans even louder, earning more laughs from the teammates.

“Anyway, before I was interrupted by sOMEONE OVER HERE,” Y/N says, giving Jun a light shove, “We promised ourselves that we’d do anything to get there, so let’s qualify for nationals once again!”

“Alright!” Ine cheered, with some of the girls high fiving eachother. Y/N smiled, not only at the fact that her teammates were as pumped as she was, but at the fact of how much Ine sounded like Bokuto just from one word.

“Okay, okay, I’m excited too, but we still got a long way to go.”

Pushing open the door, Konoha and Bokuto walk in with Akaashi and Saru following behind them. They see the girls, with Saru making a motion to turn around, however the girls’ coach waves them in as Y/N continues.

“-was talking with someone I know from Miyagi, their volleyball team gave it their all and got hit by Seijoh hard. Obviously, we aren’t in their games, however, it doesn’t mean that other girls don’t have the same mindset as we do.” Y/N said, running a hand through her hair. Turning her head at the shuffling feet, she turns her head, facing the boys and waving at Konoha who gave her a smile.

Turning back to the girls, she continued, “I want you all at practice later ready to do drills, now get your asses to class.”

“Yes Captain!”

Grabbing her water bottle, Konoha walks her to Y/N, chucking it at her.

“OW MOTHER OF SHIT! THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR DUMBASS?”

“I don’t know, just wanted to hit you.”

“MOTHER FU-“

“Language.”

Turning around at the sudden voice, she sees Akaashi standing behind her, looking at her with his arms crossed.

“And before you say it, no, you were not smited by a water bottle.”

“Akaashi I’m gonna murder you one day.”

“Good.” Y/N shakes her head at him, a small smile coming to her face looking at the 4 boys.

“So, can I do something for ya or did you want an autograph?”

Saru rolls his eyes at the girl playfully while Bokuto steps up to Y/N.

“Well, I have a favor to ask, ya know, Captain to captain?”

Y/N nods, turning her head, “AIKA!”

Upon hearing her name, Aika walked over to the yelling girl, coming over as Y/N finishes off, “I’ll probably forget so let me have a witness.”

Bokuto nods, a smile coming to his face as he waves at Aika, her giving one back with the same amount of energy.

“We want to do a practice match against you guys, I mean, if that’s okay..?”

Looking at Aika, Aika nods to Y/N in response.

“Sounds like fun!” Y/N said with a smile, Aika also giving Bokuto a smile.

“Next practice should work, but if anything I’ll text you.” Aika said, Bokuto nodding with a smile as he walks over to the boys. Y/N sighs, grabbing her bag. She waves at the girls, then at the boys as she walks past them, their eyes following as she walks out the door.

“Remind me to give more speeches.”

“No, Bokuto, just no.”

Walking with Yukie and Kaori, Y/N continued her rant, smiling as she talks animatedly.

“I just feel like the last digit of pi is 7.”

“100% it’s 3.”

“Eh, I’m feeling a good 2.”

“Whatever. Oh! I heard counselors talked with you guys.” Y/N said, turning her head towards Kaori.

“Yeah, college and all that crap. I don’t wanna go.” Kaori whined, Yukie shaking her head at the fellow 3rd year.

“Oh hush. Kinda excited to see what I’ll be when I grow up, I have no idea yet.” Yukie said, shaking her head.

“This is gonna seem weird, but I feel like you’d be a very good nutritionist.” Y/N said, with Kaori having a surprised look on her face.

“Actually, yeah I agree with Y/N that fits very well.”

Yukie ponders, tilting her head slightly at the two girls.

“Nah, I don’t see it.”

With the bell ringing, Akaashi walks out of his respected classroom, waving at the three girls. Y/N waves back, walking towards him but turning to wave at Yukie and Kaori.

The girls watch as the two best friends shove eachother down the hall, shaking their heads at the antics of the two.

Leaving Akaashi a few minutes ago with a wave, Y/N continues her walk home, thinking about the boy.

Luckily, the awkwardness sizzled out very quickly for them, slowly hopping their way back to where they were before the confession. Y/N sighs, thinking back to their pasts hangouts, focusing on New Years Eve.

Rubbing her eyes, she thinks back to Bokuto’s question, but shakes her head, pushing on her walk home.

“Does Osamu like you?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Y/N stares at Bokuto as if he had two heads, prompting the boy to repeat the question for her. She shakes her head at him, turning to look forward as the two continue to skate.

“We have never had feelings for eachother, nor had I even considered being in a relationship with him to be honest. Osamu and I are very alike, yes, and he has his pet names, but in the end it would not work out and we both said that, not just me.”

Bokuto hums in agreement, looking back to the girl once again as she sighs.

“Akaashi was the first boy I ever truly liked, and honestly I don’t know if I could hop to liking another close friend. Sure, I’ve been friends with Osamu longer, but that process of losing two and one really stings like shit.”

“Ah, I see.”

“The fireworks will begin in 10 minutes!”

“We should get off the ice.” Bokuto says, giving the girl as smile as the two go and join their friends.

Notes

Akaashi does not like Y/N

Y/N does not like Akaashi

Osamu and Y/N do not like eachother

Yes, Y/N does know someone from Miyagi

Guess we’ll see who he is :)

I’m curious, what do you think the last digit of pi is? I generally believe it’s 8, but honestly I’m probably wrong 🤡

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In Charge

(A/N: ngl I read nsfw text posts on istg and those kinda set me on fire)

WARNING: pegging; very very mild degradation; bad comedy; slight angst. Bad writing- im very new to this particular scene

I'm trying to be better at nsfw warnings

Established relationship- so probably vendetta

Leon understood that Sarah had a hard job.

His, at the very least, was simple: get a call, go to some virus-infested shithole, and deal with the corporate jackass that started the whole thing. Then he got at least a three-month break and looked after the kids until the next biohazard disaster.

But Sarah... She had to deal with the corporates in the first place, day after day after day. She had to play nice with the politicians and fellow scientists who arrogantly took her with a grain of salt until their own ignorance blew up in their faces. Sometimes literally.

He did his best to make her life easier. He made the meals, helped the kids with homework, and did most of the chores- ignoring the way she would always try to do the dishes behind his back.

And to her credit, she was doing her best. She hardly complained, and she never raised her voice at home. She tried hard to separate work from family, and she made it clear to their children that she would be there for them.

But she was cracking. Her eyes twitched more when her assistants chattered like nonsensical birds. She started missing meetings and staying up late in the lab, furiously whipping up chemical cocktails of potential antidote samples until he had to drag her exhausted body out.

She was hurting. And he was lost on how he could help her.

Well... he thought as he cautiously eyed the toy in his hands. Maybe this could work.

It was a good opportunity. Zane has gone to a sleepover with some friends, and Claire was more than willing to look after Grace for the night.

The front door slammed open and shut. "Leon? You home?"

With an embarrassed squeak, he shoved the toy under the bed and hurried downstairs. "Hey, honey. You're back early."

"Yeah- they let me off the hook today. Thank whatever deity above for that." She shucked off her coat with a wince, and rubbed her shoulders. "Zane and Grace hanging around somewhere?"

"No, he went to a sleepover. Grace went to Claire's for a girl's night." He hung her coat on the rack and set about heating up leftovers. "How was work?"

The heavy sigh she let out was an answer in of itself. But one of the many things he always admired about her was her adamant refusal to not communicate, even at the cusp of insanity.

"It's... it's fine, 자기." She stretched as he placed the admittedly humble meal of fried rice, side dishes and miso soup in front of her. "I'm dealing with it. Food looks good."

"It'd better be," he joked. "It's your recipe."

She snickered, but made no other reply. Well, at least it was a good start.

He sat down beside her and fidgeted with his hands, watching as she scarfed down her dinner. The dark circles under her eyes were much more prominent- it made his heart sink.

It was now or never.

"Sarah, I know it's been really tough on you lately. Any way I can help?"

She froze. Bits of rice clung to the sides of her mouth, and he wiped them away.

"...I mean, it's just the normal bullshit, y'know? I can deal with it, babe; don't worry about it."

"Sarah..."

With a sigh, she set down the spoon and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I don't know, Leon. I just don't know. I'm trying, but everything's just pissing me off. Research is failing, subordinates are shitty, and the higher ups are being an absolute bitch."

He didn't interrupt, but he slowly linked their hands together. She gave his a gentle squeeze.

"And honestly, I'm this close to not giving a shit anymore." Resting her head on the table, she gazed up at him with the most exhausted look he'd ever seen on her. "It's such a shitty thing to say, but... some part of me's just tempted to let them get what's coming to them."

He hummed. "I don't blame you. They sound like assholes."

"They are assholes."

"You find a way to work out the stress?" He lovingly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes and nearly purred. "It isn't healthy to keep it in."

"I know. I just... haven't figured anything out yet. I'll find something."

He swallowed. The plan was going well, but he still felt nervous bringing it up.

"So... uh... I have something, if you want to try it."

Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "And what on earth would that be?"

"When you finish up, I'll show you." He wasn't nearly as good as his wife when it came to sounding sexy, but he tried to add a hint of smoothness to his voice.

It worked. A flicker of curiosity and arousal passed through her eyes, and she began to shovel food into her mouth.

[...]

"...Well." She stared at the strap-on with a strange intensity. "This is new."

"Yeah." Leon actually had the decency to blush. "I figured... uh... we could... um..."

Sarah laughed. "We've fucked for over ten years, and you still get blushy."

"...Not true." But his bright red face only helped prove her point.

"Sure, baby." Her eyes narrowed; her smile turned a little more crooked. "C'mere."

He slunk towards her, already feeling naked under her hot gaze. Her hands didn't waste any time with tugging at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, and skimming over his chest.

She leaned in close and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. With a soft hum, he leaned into her touch, sliding a hand near the base of her hair and giving it a sharp yank.

Almost immediately, she growled. "Behave."

"Or what?" he whispered. "You'll spank me?"

"Tempting." Leaning away, she stared deep into his eyes. "Safeword?"

He thought for a second. "Mercy."

"Alright." Sarah tilted her head towards the bed. "Strip and get on. I'll see what I can do."

Without hesitation, he rid himself of his shorts, leaving himself with only his boxers, and laid down on the soft blankets, unable to resist watching her as she moved about the room, ripping off her clothes, grabbing a small bottle of lube and...

He guffawed. "What are you doing?"

"Reading the fucking instructions. What else?" Her eyes were glued to the straps as she played around with them, muttering under her breath. "So it goes like this... then tighten the strap here..."

Leon couldn't help but giggle. "Smart as you are, but you're helpless against a toy."

She immediately glared at him, and it sent a jolt of electricity up his body. "If you're just gonna blabber, come over here."

"What?"

"Put that mouth of yours to good use, before I do something about it." The promise sounded dark- he had no doubt that she'd actually try to shut him up if he kept being bratty.

And that was a whole other ball game.

So he played nice. He kept quiet.

"Good boy." After a few minutes, she must have gotten the process down, because she had the toy strapped snug over her hips like an expert.

"Shit."

Leon had his fantasies, and then he had reality. And this- his perfect, badass wife with a strap-on and danger in her eyes- was so much better than anything he could possibly dream of.

"This is real, right?" he murmured, staring up at her.

"Does this feel real to you?" When she placed a cool hand on the overly hot skin of his hip, he shivered. "Yeah, thought so."

Slowly, she hooked a finger under the waist and of his underwear and pulled it off, his hardening cock springing out from its prison.

The soft moan he let out was inevitable. "More...?"

"Zip it." Sarah gave his ass a sharp slap, and he blushed harder. "You gotta start being patient."

"I don't have to do shit."

His eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Shit...

Her eyes narrowed. "Are you seriously gonna play this game with me right now?"

He swallowed. "...No?"

"I don't believe you." With a sigh, she popped off the cap of the bottle. "Looks like you need a punishment. Turn over."

He obeyed. A tremble of anticipation ran through him as he saw her lube her fingers.

"Hold still, baby," she cooed. The gentle press of fingers near his hole was enough to make his knees weak. "We good?"

"Yeah," he croaked, wiggling his hips, trying his hardest to tempt her. "We're good."

It must have worked, because he felt a slick finger press right into his ass, and he yelped. Instantly, she shushed him and rubbed his hip, before going back to stroking his insides, stretching him out, making him groan.

"Shit," she whispered. Her grip on his hip only tightened. "You have any idea what you look like right now?"

He just moaned.

"You even sound like a slut."

He couldn't process Sarah's words- just on the fact that she had a digit- now two digits- rubbing against his walls, hitting a spot that made him howl.

"Just a little more." Hot lips pressed on his shoulder. "Loosen up for me."

He kept rolling his hips, trying to get her to hit that spot again. "Please..." he moaned. "Please..."

But to his horror, her fingers froze before slowly, painstakingly, pulling out. Leon whined, only to get another smack on his asscheeks.

"Don't be such a whore," she spat. "Or I won't give it to you."

"No...!" His hands felt too weak, and he felt ready to collapse onto the mattress. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please-!"

"Please, what?" Her voice softened, almost to the point of insanity. "Use your words, pet."

"Fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't-! I need you, I need you, I need you-"

Without warning, the tip of the lubed dildo slipped past his entrance, already sending a sharp sense of fullness in his belly.

"Stop tightening up," she sighed, stroking his thigh. "Relax, baby. Relax."

He kept panting, trying to not flex his muscles, trying so hard to be a good boy, such a good boy for me-

By the time he managed to stop drooling, her hips met his own with a soft slap.

She moaned above him. "Fuck. You look so pretty like this, you know that?"

He stammered something, but he didn't know what. The only solid answer he could give her was a jolt that let the toy sink in deeper inside him.

"Shit."

Leon felt like he was about to combust. Pain and pleasure had mixed to the point where they were inseparable. All he could do was sink further into the hole of depravity he'd dug for himself- and all too willing to do so.

"Leon?" Sarah whispered into his ear, a hand firmly grasping the base of his cock. He whined, thrusting shallowly into her hand. "Good?"

He just moaned. It wasn't just good- it was fantastic.

"Tell me."

"Good!" he hissed as the strap-on pressed deliciously to his prostate. "So good!"

She began to thrust. His hips followed on their own to match each one. Ripples of pleasure pulsed throughout his body, and he was unable to stop moaning and begging for her to give it to him more, give me more, please-

He buried his face in the pillow, too lost in the pleasure to care about holding anything but his ass up.

Sarah leaned down to press kisses to the nape of his neck as she stroked his profusely leaking cock, chuckling at the way he jumped from the unexpected stimulation. "You close, baby?"

"Uh huh~" he croaked, too incoherent to say anything else. "More...?"

"So greedy." But her thrusts picked up in speed.

His hands scrabbled for purchase on the sweat-slick sheets. His gut burned with the need to release, release, release.

"Lemme cum~" he slurred, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Please, please lemme cum."

"You wanna cum?" She curled her lip, as if to challenge him, but he was reassured at the way her eyebrows furrowed at the middle, and the way her hands shook at his sides.

She was on the edge, too.

"Yeah~" He smiled at her- a sweet, droopy smile. "Make me cum, mama~"

Her eyes widened. Immediately, her pace quickened even more. The toy started ramming against his prostate over and over again, making him gasp.

"Good boy," she moaned. "Cum for me."

And he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled onto the mattress, drops of it on his stomach, and some just below his chin.

"Fuck." With a grunt, Sarah pulled out of him, unstrapping herself from the toy and tossing it aside as she crawled up the bed to cradle him in her arms. "You did so good. So good. I'm so proud of you."

He grinned lazily at her. "Yeah? You feel good?"

"Yeah. I feel great, actually." With a soft smile, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thanks, baby."

"No problem..." His eyes drifted closed for a few seconds.

"Hang tight. Imma get a towel for you and change the sheets, and we can cuddle. You need anything?"

"...Water, please..."

"You got it." She ruffled his hair before dashing off to the bathroom.

As she lovingly wiped off the slick on his ass and gave him sips of ice cold water, he couldn't help but think to himself:

This was a great idea.

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A/N: I have never done this type of nsfw before and it really shows I think 😅 but ngl im still pretty proud of what I managed to put out

Rip Leon's asshole ;) but he loves it so...