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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

just have to get through today and then I’m off 3 days

[outofboundsarchives]

all my self-dignity leaves once incel!charlie is brought up pls bring him back ):

I'm so bad at writing about incel behaviors in a relationship, so here's him being a perv before you two start dating.

/Fem reader/

CW for: Stalking, Somno, manipulative behavior, pervy behavior

(Also send me your requests🖤)

•Charlie has always been perverted. He just knew how to hide it.

•You had been friends with Robbie first, which Charlie pushed for you two to become closer because he knew it would give him the opportunity to be around you and create common ground.

•The most he had been able to get from you was when you so graciously stood next to his desk as you talked to one of your friends that sat next to him. With your back to him, the bottom of your skirt caught on the edge of his desk.

•"God that skirt is so fucking short, how has she not been dressed coded yet," He thinks to himself before slipping his pen under the hem of your skirt and lifting it until he saw the bottom of your ass where it met the top of your thighs. "Wouldn't tell her to cover up either if it meant I could look at that cute little ass, fucking pervs,"

•After Charlie squirmed his way into your friendship with Robbie, suggesting all three of you work on school projects or the occasional hang out at the mall, you felt comfortable around him and even enjoyed all of you doing stuff together.

•Which is why you didn't think twice when he suggested they used your house to work on the physics presentation.

•"If not, it's okay. Robbies Dad works from home, and my internet can barely handle one laptop, let alone three. We can always use the library, but everyone else probably has that same idea,"

•Of course you accepted. After starting the project at your place and mostly messing around for an hour, Charlie left to use the restroom. You told him which door down the hall was the right one, and he left the dining room with a small thanks and a smile.

•He wasn't actually using the restroom but sneaking into your room to snatch a pair of used panties out of your hamper.

•He slid into your room and quickly grabbed them, knowing exactly where to look.

•Just because your window faces your backyard doesn't mean no one's looking.

•After a few more hours and little work getting done, you all called it a night. When Charlie got home, he collapsed on his bed, pulling the balled up fabric from his pocket, holding it up to his face as he inhaled deeply and grabbed his aching cock with his other hand.

•He scrambled to open the front of his jeans before wrapping the used underwear around his shaft, his leaking tip soaking precum into the gusset as he jerked himself off. The thought of your pussy pressing against the same fabric he was using sent him over the edge and he drenched the panties in his cum. They were absolutely ruined, but it was fine. He could always get another pair.

•Eventually your friendship grew, and you would sometimes hang out with just him without Robbie.

•Charlie's favorite thing was to watch horror movies. His favorite was the first Stab, so when he put it on for the millionth time, you dozed off a little more than halfway through, just like you did the last few times you watched it.

•Charlie waited a bit before his fingers started to rub circles across the top of your thigh. When you had no reaction, he moved a little higher, still nothing.

•He completely disregarded the movie as he looked down at your baggy shorts. His fingers gently pushed up the thin fabric until he could see the front of your panties.

•"God it's almost stupid how easy you are. Who wears something like this when they're hanging out with a friend?" He thinks to himself.

•When your unaware body has no reaction to his advances, he presses his pointer finger against your slit, rubbing up and down until the fabric becomes dark and slick with pre cum.

•You squirm a little at the touch but don't show any signs of waking, so Charlie lets his other hand fall to his buldge and begins to slowly undo his pants.

•His cock is hot and twitching as he removes it from his underwear and starts to stroke it. He spits into his palm and jerks himself off as he feels the slippery wetness beneath the fabric of your underwear.

•Charlie always edged himself before you hung out, so the feeling of your juices against his fingers drove him crazy. He relaxed his head against the back of the couch and watched as your brows furrow in pleasure.

•He couldn't stop the thoughts of pulling your underwear to the side and ramming his cock into your poor unprepared pussy. He craved the sounds of your pained gasp as your eyes snapped open and watched as he hammers into you, your walls painfully accepting his intrusion as you grab at his flannel and hair, desperate for an anchor to reality.

•He jolts slightly before pulling his hand from between your legs and shoving his soaked fingers into his mouth, getting lost in the taste of your slick melting onto his tongue, his cum pouring down his hand and onto his pale stomach.

•After cleaning himself up in your bathroom, he sneaks into your room to grab another pair of panties, knowing he'd have to be back for the ones you have on now later.

Also, I'm thinking about doing one of Charlie leaning more into being Ghostface and becoming more violent with the reader, what's are yalls thoughts?

[spookybokchoy]

I got inspired from other ppl doing redesigns of Hazbin characters and wanted to give a go at it. I don't watch the show but I know info about it from the internet because it's kinda hard to avoid it with it being everywhere. Like most ppl I like the fun idea of their designs but there is much left desired when taking account animation and how they stand out from one another in the background. I focused on character design in college so I'm looking at it through a designer's pov. I feel I know enough about the show to give design feedback. Even so you can still disagree with me/challenge me and be valid. Critique is how we grow as artists! We need to know how to give good criticism and how to take it ourselves :) I'll say the strengths and weaknesses of each original design and go over the changes/why

Charlie- Her original design in the show's cute but I thought she was a clown, not a demon at first. Already has a "demon form" with horns+ tail so I added those built in already. Wanted her to feel optimistic but unsure of herself. Lucifer- Original suit tells he's an over the top king, added gold shoulder pads matching the crown piece and exaggerated his shortness so now he has a Napoleon complex and takes pride from being short. Him and Charlie keep the mostly red yellow white color scheme to signify their royalty. Vaggie Vega- Unique hair shape, good for recognition. Changed name to Vega/Vegatha, sounds strong willed, better fitting for her. "X" over hair distracts from her face, put it underneath. I also made her a bit darker in value to subtly show she's a fallen angel Husker- Eyebrow game is strong, got a unique face from your typical toothy big-eyed citizens. Too many symbols that look pretty but don't make sense in his character. He's a sulky hard ass who doesn't want attention but he's got a design that's very eye-catching. I made him look lower class since he used to be an overlord and is fighting a gambling addiction. 180 color change too so you know he's a cat with owl features.

Angel Dust- Iconic floofy hair swoop. Darker suit to bring out face with a heart choker bc he's a feminine fellow after all. On that note, more pink leaning color scheme. Added abdomen for more spider theming. Dr. Pentious- His Victorian steam punk theme is fun & quirky though you can't quite see it in his design. You can't really see it in my design either cuz I was more focused on filtering out all the eyes and extra details. I would want to take this back to the board and do it over. His original top hat face distracts from his actual one so that had to go. 2 front fangs to appear more snakey. Alastor- His design works for the 1930s the decade he passed. I don't get the correlation to radio and voodoo though. The whole discourse with him being creole is messy so I scrapped it and made him a white American broadcaster to not deal with that. I made him blind with supernatural hearing abilities leaning into the sound aspect. It feels chilling knowing he hears your every move, emotion and heartbeat like the warden from Minecraft. Deer and orange fox themed for a dual nature. Vox- This idea of a tech savvy con man is super fun. Made his persona charming and eccentric, being able to appear friendly while being sketchy as f. His body is made of wires too with his teeth resembling the shock waves on his hat. Kept the pinstripes for a wirey feel.

I also did some Helluva Boss redesigns too! I think Helluva designs deliver pretty well (besides Queen Bee) so I more or so redesigned them based off my own head cannons. I used to watch the show but fell off around halfway of S2 bc I wasn't vibing with the direction of the story. Octavia- Young entrepreneur, takes after her father and mother being snobby and looks down at lower classes who she sees as less intelligent than high class. Very creative in problem solving. Millie- I like her og clothes alot. Those overalls are chic. This outfit is what she'd wear out in the field when she's working for IMP or at the farm. She and Loona fight alot about who works harder and Loona having an attitude problem towards everyone. Sallie Mae- Not much change other than white hair and removed eyelashes. I might want to make her shirt dark muted blue instead. I gave her a backstory how she ran away from toxic masculinity parents and eventually gets hired at IMP as a spy.

Loona- Emo to the extremo. She's originally goth but I got emo from her I'm sorry she just doesn't look goth. She's very lax when it comes to her job and slacks off constantly. She still does it well despite not working as hard as Millie, Moxxie or Blitz. She's strict but means well and cares for ppl around her. She also gets adopted at age 14 in my head cannon.

Bee- 180 change completely. She's a thick queen! Made her black coded with more stripes cuz she's a BEE. I don't get why Vivienne didn't give her stripes bc that's a design thing she uses so much and she doesn't use it in a character whose name is BEE? What??? anyway her design is still complex but simplified and uncluttered for animation so the animators can have pleasant dreams. She's the child of Beelzebub and a hell hound. So that's my take on Hazbin/Helluva character design! This was fun re imagining not only the characters but the story itself. I may write a fan fiction but i dunno right now. I respect the original source material which is something I feel everyone needs to acknowledge when they do a redesign of anything. There are things I don't like about the original and that's ok! That's part of why I did the redesigns. That being said I don’t support Vivziepop :)

[starfruitgalaxy]

CW: Needles, Gender Dysphoria

A story I wrote to help me fall asleep, pardon if I’m not great at this stuff

She stared at her phone as she scrolled through the internet reading fantasies of boys forcefully becoming girls and she couldn’t help but feel envy

The clock flips as the calendar transitions from 23:59 Sunday to 00:00 Monday

Realizing she had forgotten to take her estrogen guilt starts to seep into the corners of her mind. Like the state of her room, she too felt in a state of disarray. All day she had planned on taking her medication, but she was distracted and locked into her normal patterns of playing on the computer or lying in bed hoping to have enough energy to get back up

Filled with sadness she looked to her bed and thought to herself that she would just have to do it in the morning, though she wished for a girlfriend who would help her do it. However before she could fully lay down, she felt as if someone was was talking in the form of thoughts flowing through her mind:

What are you doing, you promised that you would do your estrogen today

I know I did, but I just feel so tired I don’t even know if it’s worth it right now

Of course it’s worth doing right now, you won’t get the results you want unless if you take it

Feeling a surge of energy, she decided to grab the white bag in the pantry, inside the contents contained purple and blue needles, syringes, and a tiny bottle with a viscous fluid

She wiped the surface of the bottle and began to extract the contents, making sure no bubbles were inside

Honestly I don’t understand why I do this, every time I look into the mirror I just see the same boy I once was and it fills me with disgust. Even though I’ve been taking these meds it feels like nothing is changing at all

I’m so sorry dear, I know that you have had the desire to have been born a girl, but unfortunately you were dealt a bad hand and instead you were put in the body of a boy with the soul of a girl

She swapped the purple needle and replaced it with the blue one

It’s not even like it was that apparent to me either, for almost all my childhood I was convinced that I was a boy, that I had to be one, even when I wasn’t into sports, or hunting, or manly things. Hell, I never felt extremely comfortable being in boys groups and I loathed it when I was in public spaces with my chest exposed, it just felt so wrong

She grabs an alcohol wipe and began to clean the surface of her thigh

It’s just so hard, I want to be a girl so bad but it feels like I’ll never be the girl I want to be, I have facial hair on my face that comes back in a couple days, my boobs are not large, I don’t even have the ability to speak femininely and it hurts so bad

I know you don’t feel comfortable looking at yourself in the mirror, but do you want me to tell you a secret?

The needle sinks into her thigh. Her leg twitched and began to ache as the metal pierced her flesh

1.0

No matter what, you will always be valid and you’ll always be beautiful

The pain increased as the plunger pushed the thick fluid into her leg

0.8

It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t take estrogen

It doesn’t matter if you have no hair on your face or if you do

It doesn’t matter if you put yourself in cute girly outfits or if you wear shorts and a t-shirt

You will always be valid

She let out a moan as the syringe reached the halfway mark

0.5

I know, but it feels hard most days

Darling, I know that there will be people who treat you poorly just on the basis you are trans, but they can go fuck themselves.

I’m so proud of you for taking your meds, and I’m so proud of the woman you are becoming. So are your friends. They see how genuinely happy you look since you’ve taken HRT and cheer you on

The last of the medication is injected into her, and she feels her leg is filled.

0.0

She puts on a cute pink and blue bandaid and walked to the kitchen, putting away the bag and grabbing her anti-testosterone meds and drinks water

I love you, and I know one day you will look in the mirror and see the beautiful woman that your friends see, that I see. Change takes time, be patient with yourself and you will see progress one day

Thank you, for giving me the strength to do what I must to be happy

She crawls into bed, grabs her blåhaj and finally succumbed to exhaustion

Goodnight Darling, sweet dreams

[mclqren]

STREAMER ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!streamer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you are known for your twitch streams, and your friend sets you up with an f1 driver, almost breaking the internet in the process [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader streams on twitch. i'm so sorry i know absolutely nothing about twitch or streaming, so this may be absolute crap but please bare with me! the fc i've used is tinakitten, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername this weekend's been kindaaa crazy 😍 streaming tonight at 7, be there or be square!!

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user1 HOW IS IT POSSIBLY TO BE THIS PERFECTTT!!

user2 oh to live the y/n life.

yourbsf my best frienddd 😘😘

yourusername foreverrrr!! 💘💘

maxfewtrell 🔥🔥

landonorris 🔥🔥🔥🔥

maxfewtrell 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

yourusername alright guys slow your roll...

maxfewtrell have to make it clear that you're MY BEST FRIEND.

landonorris what so am i nothing to you anymore maxie??? 😔

user3 okay but lando AND max in her comments?? huh??

user4 her and max have been friends for agesss but i had no clue that she knew lando!

user5 she mentioned it on one of her streams at some point, but not recently!

( caption: who are you guys on about? oh, lando? yeah, we met through max on a stream like last year and we're good friends now. he's so fucking funny, it's crazy. )

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ynfanss y/n speaking about lando norris on her stream last night!! she says they're simply good friends and nothing more than that, and that they met through max last year & have hung out since! what do you guys think? 👀💗

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user6 sooo...they're dating??

user7 MY TWO WORLDS TOGETHER I LOVE

user8 the way they're actually friends is something i actually needed so bad in my life

user9 maybe they're just friends and not dating though??

user10 it's funnier to be delusional

yourusername guys we're just friends!! some of you are having me wheezing over here😭😭

user11 heard it from the source guys🫡

user12 hmm idkk...still don't buy it!

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yourusername so...how tf did i get here then? 🤷‍♀️❄️

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user15 Y/N HANGING OUT W QUADRANT??

user16 THIS CANNOT BE REAL IM SCREAMING RN.

user17 okay but HOW DO YOU LOOK SO PERFECT??

user18 serving looks ALWAYSSS

pietra.pilao my entire hearttt 💗

yourusername only reason i survived this trip 🤷‍♀️💘

maxfewtrell so what am i then??

yourusername trash 🚮

landonorris skiing natural 🤣🤣

yourusername AS IF YOU WERE ANY BETTER.

user19 okay but the banter she has w all of them?? esp lando.

user20 stop it's like she's always hung out w them

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lando.jpg just an intermission ⛷️

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user21 OKAYY MR NORRIS BACK W THE POSE

user22 HIS GO TO FR

user23 his hair in the third pic oh my

user24 frothing at the mouth 🔥

user25 OKAY BUT Y/N?? HOW IS SHE SO GORGEOUS

user26 Y/N MAKING HER LANDO.JPG DEBUT I SEEEE

maxfewtrell the picture of me...

lando.jpg isn't it gorgeous!

yourusername THE SLIP OF MAX IS TAKING ME OUTTT

maxfewtrell why are my two best friends ganging up on me...

lando.jpg it's a rite of passage

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ynfanss y/n streaming last night!! it was just a catch up stream today, but she spoke about her ski trip with lando norris & the rest of quadrant, and answered a couple of questions about their friendship!

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user27 SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT SHE ANSWERED WHEN ASKED ABOUT THEIR FRIENDSHIP

user28 she didn't really answer it PROPERLY, she just kept giggling and saying they were just very good friends

user29 did yall see her face light up when lando messaged her halfway through the stream though...it was sooo cute.

user30 i am actually her biggest fan no joke i love her

user31 so her and lando aren't dating??

user32 not as far as im aware, but fans think they might be!

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yourusername going flower crazy 💐

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user37 tell me what flowers you like rn im off to buy you some to win ur hand in marriage 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

user38 SOOO REAL FOR THIS

yourbsf STUNNER 💗

yourusername i love youuuu!!💘

user39 WOWEEEE

user40 y/n in her active era??

user41 we love to see it!

landonorris photo credits?? ☹️☹️

yourusername not required after you refused to buy me flowers 😇

landonorris at that price i don't think so??

yourusername no flowers = no credits, sorry norris!

maxfewtrell you guys hanging out without me...mission accomplished!

user42 what does max know...

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landonorris got MY GIRLFRIEND those flowers in the end 💐😇

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user46 LANDO NORRIS YOU BETTER NOT BE JOKING RIGHT NOW.

user47 STOPP I LOVE THIS

user48 Y/N AND HER FLOWERS AWWW

user49 THE HARD LAUNCH IS HARD LAUNCHINGGG

yourusername thanks for the flowers FINALLY

landonorris my pleasure 😘

user50 they make me crazy

yourusername the third pic of me hello?

landonorris my favourite 🔥

yourusername favorite* my god you're so british

maxfewtrell im so proud right now

user51 as you should be

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yourusername thanks again for introducing us to each other, max!! turns out getting a boyfriend isn't so difficult when your friend loves to meddle 🤷‍♀️💘

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user52 THE CAPTION LMAOO

user53 WE ALL KNEW MAX WAS BEHIND IT.

user54 I LOVE THEMMMM

user55 FINALLYYY OMD

pietra.pilao cuties!! 😘

yourusername i love youuu!! double dates time!

user56 I CANT WAIT FOR THIS.

landnorris oh wow did you have to bait me out w that last one

yourusername deserved!! just know that it comes from a place of love 💘

maxfewtrell i feel like a proud mother right now 😊😊

yourusername thanks again mom!! 😘

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[modelbus]

OKAY BUT AND HEAR ME OUT.. Tommy getting so flustered over the reader's constant flirting. Tommy finally ends up asking if this just a /j or /srs, to which they cannot believe Tommy hasn't figured out by now that they so obviously like him. Very fluffy and sweet!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARD!!! Sorry it took so long!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x gn!Reader

Flirting With a Fool

The first time you did it, it was subtle. You were too tired of waiting for the right time to confess your feelings to the blond, so you decided to let him figure it out.

So, subtlety.

Staring off with small compliments. Things that were basic, things that friends would say. But you said them just often enough to be a bit more than purely friendly.

A casual, “Oh, I like your shirt!” Paired with “Nice jacket.” But after a few weeks of complimenting him to the point you were saying something to him twice a day, you knew he just wasn’t getting it. He always stumbled at them, stuttering, but nothing else.

Obviously you had to increase your flirting skills. Where do you go when you don’t know things? That’s right, Google.

A full hour of studying the tips and tricks, the ins and outs, the lengths you could go, you were prepared.

The next time you saw him, you tried going for the slightest step up.

“Your eyes are super pretty in this light.” You had laughed, nudging him slightly.

For a moment he had just blinked at you, a light flush creeping up before he shook his head. “I’m handsome, bitch! Not pretty!”

“Come on, you definitely have pretty privilege.”

“I am a handsome man, never call me pretty again.”

“Fine! Handsome privilege!”

“I know.” Despite his egotistical words, you still saw the way his smile was all soft.

Later that same day you had managed to pull one out of your ass on quick thinking alone.

He had caught you watching him, smiling at his theatrics.

"What?! Why are you staring?!" He had exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "Stop looking at me!"

"What?" You shrugged. "I can't help the fact you're cute."

There should be a world record for how fast someone can go red, because he definitely would've won it. And not a small subtle blush, a full face of red. He turned away quickly, and you congratulated yourself with how perfect that was.

You even flirted with him on stream where there’s a whole audience to point out that you're flirting!

“Everyone calls me the sun because I’m big and cool and awesome!” Tommy yelled.

From over the discord call, you smirk. This was just a perfect opportunity.

“And because you’re hot.” You remark, trying your best to sound nonchalant.

He sputters briefly, and you watch chat as they explode.

“I- wh- yeah! Of course! I am the biggest man and the hottest!”

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Tommyinnit. The fool who just couldn’t get a hint.

Clearly the next move was to take it even further. Google’s great advice was to have lingering touches, which had to be your next move. All you had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity!

For the next three weeks you found little ways to follow the internet's advice. When walking you'd walk close enough for your arms to brush, you always sat just a little too close, and increased the casual touches. Like touching his shoulder at a joke or leaning against him when you were being dramatic.

Seriously, you didn't understand how he wasn't catching on. While you were physically flirting, you kept up with the words. At this point Twitter had caught on faster than him!

You even held his fucking hand, and he still wasn't getting it. You were trying to get through a crowd, so you really didn't even think about it before you were grabbing his hand so you two wouldn't get separated. He went red but didn't say a single word.

It was more laughable than anything though, so you didn't mind too much. The increased flirting was starting to become fun. Still, three months took its toll. You were already starting to think that maybe you should just tell him. Technically you were already halfway there when you sent him that very clearly romantic song by Khai Dreams and told him it reminded you of him.

But, of course, Tik Tok came in with the final idea.

While you were scrolling, some video had come up of a girl giving advice on how to be obvious while flirting. Your dedication had leaked into your for you page, that's how bad the past three months had been. The girl had said to talk about the idea of dating, what the other person would look for in a relationship.

And you were going to do just that. With a carefully crafted plan of questions, you struck him post-stream.

Relaxing in his flat after a stream of his you were there for, the list crossed your mind. The stream was the perfect excuse to ask the questions you had planned.

"I saw someone in chat say they met their girlfriend because of a TommyInnit stream." You laugh, pretending to browse through Twitter.

"How the fuck does someone get a girlfriend off my stream?! I should be getting all the bitches!" He cries in mock-outrage, throwing his hands up.

"Maybe you're too picky with your bitches." Act casual. Act casual. Act so fucking casual. "What are you looking for in a girlfriend anyways?"

That was the least casual thing you've ever said.

"Uh." He chokes. "Well. I dunno."

You were too dedicated to stop now.

"Really? All the talk of getting bitches and you don't know what your perfect partner would be?"

"What, and you do?!" Tommy had played directly into your trap.

"Well, yeah. I figured everyone did. Like, I'd want to date someone funny, tall but not too tall. Around six feet would be best. British, obviously." Time to start listing his attributes. "Blue eyes are the best in a guy though."

"Are you- wait. Sorry. Are you flirting with me?" He sounds so confused, but all you feel is relief.

Finally! After all this time, all the days, he's finally gotten it! It was a bit sad that this was where he finally got it though.

"Finally." You voice, watching his eyes widen. "Only took me describing you for you to realize!"

"Wha- like, as a joke?"

If you weren't so dumbstruck by how dumb he was, you'd facepalm. Like, actually facepalm. But as it is, you can only stare at him.

"As a joke?" He repeats. "Or, like, for real?"

As gently as you can, without laughing, you say, "I've been flirting with you for real. For three months."

As his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you finally just start laughing. After a second he joins in.

"I was really blind for three months?!" He exclaims.

"Yes! Twitter caught on before you! Twitter!"

"I'm so- I'm so fucking stupid! Why wouldn't you just tell me?!"

At this point, you couldn't even remember. "I don't know!"

When you both stop laughing at how stupid this all was, he gives you a tentative smile.

"So, like, you actually like me? Like like me?"

"What are we? Thirteen? Yes, Tommy."

"I had to make sure!" He protests. "But I, uh, I like you too."

Oh.

After three months of flirting, you hadn't actually thought about him liking you back. The game of trying to find more ways to flirt had kept your mind off the anxiety of his answer. Now that he's given you one, you aren't quite sure how to respond.

Luckily, to make up for his previous stupidity, he does.

"So, can I kiss you?"

The only answer he needs is your smile.

[waitingfortherightpartner]

Welcome Home

A/N: I feel like that scene from Mulan where Mushu rises up from the smoke and shouts “I LIVEEEEEE.” Anyway, just a little fluffy thing I wrote inspired by adopting my own dog. Hope you enjoy :) 

“Explain to me again why we need to cross state lines to go get this dog?”

“Because,” you half-whine. “She’s been at the shelter for five months and she needs a good home and I want her. And she just happens to be a four and a half hour drive away.”

Bucky sighs dramatically from the driver’s seat of the car, but a smile tugs at the edge of his lips as he keeps his eyes on the road. You take it as a good sign to keep going.

“I have scoured the internet, Bucky,” you say. “I have looked at so many dogs. And until Tony lifts his one-dog-per-Avenger rule, I can’t adopt them all so I had to choose wisely.”

“And what makes this dog so special?” he asks.

You pause for a second as you mentally run through the shelter’s bio for the 12 year-old dog you’ve set your heart on. You wrack your brains for the perfect tidbit that will make Bucky feel the instant love you felt for her, but you come up empty.

“I don’t know,” you eventually say. “I just like her.”

You glance over and see Bucky’s eyes soften.

“Good enough for me,” he says simply. “Let’s go get your dog.”

You smile and resist the urge to reach out and squeeze Bucky’s hand as it rests lazily on the gear shift.

Instead, you grab your phone and scroll until you find the perfect playlist. You can’t help the shit-eating grin that spreads across your face as “Who Let the Dogs Out” begins to play.

Bucky lets out an incredulous laugh.

“Tell me you didn’t create a playlist with only songs about dogs for our four hour drive,” he says, only half joking.

“Fine,” you smirk. “I won’t tell you.”

-

It’s love at first sight as the shelter staff introduces you to the dog, who you instantly decide is named Leia. She looks up at you and Bucky with her big, beautiful eyes, her tail thumping against the chain link kennel with a ferocity like she knows that she’s coming home with you.

Bucky plays with her as you fill out all the paperwork, and just like that, she’s yours.

The car ride home feels much shorter, Leia napping in the back seat, seemingly tuckered out from her eventful day, her being an old lady and all. You and Bucky are silent the whole drive home, an unspoken agreement not to wake Leia. But you keep glancing over to give Bucky an ecstatic smile, unable to contain your joy. For Bucky’s part, the smile never leaves his lips.

It’s only once you get home that you realize bringing Bucky with you might have been a mistake. As soon as you get out of the car, Leia is glued to Bucky’s side, following him around the Tower like –– well, like a lost puppy. She follows him to the kitchen, nearly tripping him as he tries to grab himself a snack in the hopes of getting a treat herself.

When he sits down on the couch with you to watch a movie, she hops up beside him, plopping her head into his lap.

When he tries to go to the bathroom, she gets up expectantly and follows him, only to sit right outside the door until he comes back.

It’d be pretty damn cute if she wasn’t supposed to be your dog.

You try desperately not to take it personally. You just want her to be happy and feel safe, and you’re just glad to have her here. But after the third failed attempt to coax her over to you with a handful of treats, your smile is faltering and you can feel your heart fall in your chest.

“It’s okay,” Bucky says softly as you settle on the other side of the couch, Leia half-asleep in his lap. “I was reading an article earlier that said it takes dogs some time to get adjusted.”

“I know,” you say quietly.

Halfway through the movie, Leia gets up and wanders off on her own to explore. You want to get up and rush after her, but you take a deep breath and give her her space. You feel Bucky’s arm reach around you slowly as he rubs soft circles into your shoulder. You find yourself leaning into him and nestling against his chest.

When the movie ends, the two of you head off to look for Leia and find her curled up on Bucky’s bed. She looks so comfortable and content that you don’t even have the heart to try and bring her to your room.

“Bucky, do you mind if Leia sleeps here tonight?” you ask.

“Happy to have her,” he says. “You know - ”

He cuts himself off and you turn to look at him curiously.

“What do I know?”

“I was going to say you can sleep in my bed with Leia and I can sleep in yours?”

“She’ll just end up leaving in the middle of the night to go looking for you,” you say.

Bucky nods, but his brow is furrowed, still clearly thinking.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re welcome to sleep here too,” he says, his voice quiet.

The air feels a touch heavier than it did a moment ago and you feel your heart speed up.

“Are you sure?” you ask, your need to be close to Leia outweighing your nerves.

“Of course,” he says, a small lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re the best,” you say. “I’ll go change into my pajamas and be right back.”

You dart out of the room before either of you have a chance to change your minds. Once in the safety of your room, you throw on your pajamas, brush your teeth and scurry back to Bucky’s.

Just as you’re about to head into the room, you hear Bucky’s voice and stop short. You quickly realize he’s talking to Leia.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly flattered,” he says. “I really like you too. I think we’re going to be really good friends.”

You sneak a peak into the room and are rewarded with the sight of Bucky, lying on his stomach petting Leia. Even from the doorway, you can see that his pajama pants are covered in Leia’s short hairs, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“But here’s the thing, Leia,” Bucky continues. “(Y/N)’s your person. I wouldn’t even know about you if it weren’t for her. She’s the one who found you and decided to spend a whole day driving across the state to come get you, and I’m just the guy who came along for the ride.”

You can’t help but smile at the tenderness in Bucky’s voice and the way that he’s talking to Leia like she might actually answer him. He scootches closer to Leia and you find yourself leaning forward to catch his next words.

“(Y/N) is easily the best person I’ve ever met,” Bucky says, and you feel your heart melt. “She is absolutely incredible and you are the luckiest dog to get to spend your life with her. If you just give her a chance, I promise you’ll love her as much as I do. So do that for me, would you?”

Leia sits up, as if considering his words. Bucky smiles and leans down to plant a kiss on Leia’s head before heading off to the bathroom. You tiptoe into the room and perch on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly stroking Leia’s fur as you mull over Bucky’s words.

“All set?” Bucky startles you from your thoughts and you beam up at him.

“Yep,” you say, sliding under the covers, conscious of trying to make sure to maintain an appropriate amount of space for Bucky. “Thank you again for this.”

“Of course,” he says, sliding in beside you. You’re not sure if you’re relieved or disappointed by the distance between you two. “Kind of the least I can do.”

“After stealing my dog’s heart?” you tease.

“She’ll come around, I swear,” Bucky insists. As if on cue, Leia stands up and walks over to you. Your eyes widen as she lies down and burrows into your side, head resting on your chest.

Gingerly, you turn your head to face Bucky, careful not to move a muscle as your lips are overtaken by the widest smile possible.

Bucky’s eyes light up and he chuckles softly.

“See?” he grins. “What did I say?”

“This is literally the best moment of my life,” you whisper, and you realize you’re not just referring to Leia. Bucky seems to realize that too, and you see a faint pink dusting spread across his cheeks. If it weren’t for the dog precariously balanced on top of you, you just might kiss him.

Bucky pushes himself up on his forearms, carefully maneuvering toward you without shaking the bed. He places a tender kiss on your forehead, and you feel your face heat up. He pulls back and lays down on the other side of Leia, and you feel her tail thwomp your leg enthusiastically.

You wiggle your arm out from under her and reach for Bucky’s hand, brushing his fingertips before threading your fingers through his.

“Good night,” he whispers.

“Good night, Bucky,” you reply, before angling your head down toward your slumbering dog as best you can. “Good night, Leia. Welcome home.”

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melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

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Bootylicious

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Summary: You're known as the gym rat in your group, and quite frankly, you only have two moods: shredding or chilling. This was why when you're not asleep in between schedules, you're spotted with a male idol you happened to meet in the gym you were at that day. It's a known fact though, that you and Bang Chan are gym buddies and each other's spotter. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Internet toxicity, sasaengs, vulgar language, sexism, misogyny, pining, fluff, mentions of Pentagon because why not <3, etc.

A/N: Girl, i shouldn't do this but I did. It's so funny to me someone requested this cause I have recently become an exercise junkie lol. Also, if you can't tell, there is a pov shift after the cut so yeah. I also wanted to keep the reader gender neutral but I want to write about how psychotically different people treat male and female idols because that stuff aint it. It's most definitely not what anon was expecting me to write but I hope they enjoy it nonetheless.

There's compilation in YT with growing parts centered around you flexing your physical fitness and prowess. It ranges from you affectionally touring your fans, which really meant the cameraman, through the gym, introducing your trainer, and doing your routine on camera, to your group (and others) both fawning and bragging about how strong and how hot you are.

CLIP #1: A scene from an interview of your group in Japan, struggling to talk about how you can do 40 straight push ups.

There was a male interviewer in a suit you could all faintly recognize was talking about your recent Instagram post of a gym mirror selfie.

One of your youngest members smirked and in broken Japanese, cutely said, "Wah, she does 100 push ups! Everyday, every night."

You snap your head to the maknae and raise your brows, "nani?" You begin to shake your hands in protest and begin to explain your truth, "absolutely not 100. Maybe around 40, but nooooo, not 100."

The interviewer and your group comically react in awe. The man in the suit urges, "can you show us?"

You give a face, "Excuse me, but I'm not getting paid to do that in this miniskirt."

Everyone, including the film crew, break into laughter.

CLIP #2: A scene from a variety show where you had to prove you were, in fact, yourself, by doing a shortened version of your exercise routine.

One of the hosts of the show asks, "Wait, do you honestly do all of this in your workout? Like you can do all of it?"

The list of your exercises were written on a colourful cardboard, held by the one who just spoke. It was a range of exercises in 10 sets, from jumping jacks to sit ups, to vague sounding exercises like crab pinches and robot arms.

You purse your lips at the last question asked of you, not really liking the tone in which it was asked. You answer quickly and nod proudly, "I actually do more, cause when I get in the zone and I'm already really sweaty, I feel like I should keep going until my whole body burns." You chuckle.

The older hosts, tilt their head and mutter lowly under their breath something along the lines of, "I'd rather die."

You finally do the routine, quickly, continuously, earning impressed reactions from everyone.

"That's hot," one of the hosts note.

"Ya, for some reason it looks easy to do."

The hosts begin to clamour at that statement, and force whoever said to do the exact thing you did. Clearly, they don't work out as much as you do and cannot even get halfway through it without stopping.

You break out into a breathless laugh in amusement of the comical attempt but then protest, explaining how bad it is to force yourself to do more than you can

CLIP #3: Pentagon, Hongseok especially, fawns over how fit you are

Trailing a conversation about how your group is close with Pentagon because your companies are situated closely to each other and you wind up eating together a lot, there is an anecdote about how there was a jar no one could open, no one but you, that is.

The interviewer asks no one in particular, "wah, none of you could open the jar? Really? Or did you all just pretend so she could open it?"

There is a chorus of answers concluding with, "no really, she was the only one that was able to open it."

The story is backed up by how the jar had a really small lid and some hands were too big. Then came an explanation how you were recently into the new rock climbing machine in your gym.

Hongseok speaks up, "I was invited to go to rock climbing in, like, an actual rock climbing place and I was honestly so surprised when she began to climb. She said she never actually tried rock climbing on a wall, but it seemed like she had been doing it for years."

Shinwon agrees, "Right, right. I was also really curious about what they did that day," he points to Hongseok, "that I joined them one time. I never felt so out of shape in my life. I just stayed back and filmed everything."

Pentagon laughs, and then agrees that you were exceptionally fast and just super fit in all honesty.

The interviewer catches Hongseok's expression then suddenly asks, "do you like a woman like that?"

"Yeah, I like my women strong."

Then came a lot of teasing remarks from Pentagon, and a plethora of complaints from delusional fans who did not want Hongseok to ever breathe in your direction again.

With all that's been said about that, in all the parts of this series floating around in the internet, one thing remained, there was a slightly larger population of impressed fans than the still large portion of antifans who wanted nothing to do with it and only came around to hate.

It's hard not to think about it, but even the slightest back handed compliment can sometimes linger in one's mind.

And right now, as much as I kept my mind on my counting as I finished my set high knees, I couldn't help but think of how much backlash I got from posting a post workout photo with my midriff exposed.

Apparently that was not only enough to merit hate for being both a whore and an attention whore, but people baselessly began to hate on my groupmates simply for being associated with me.

It's kind of sad really, how, say Wonho, can post a fairly exposed photo of himself and get so much praise for it, and yet I couldn't even do anything remotely close to that.

And I don't even mean to come at Wonho, we all know he's a beast at the gym and should be able to show as much of his hard work as he is comfortable in showing, but why can't I?

"Hey trooper. I thought you said you were only doing 80 counts?" a voice cracks me out of my train of thought.

I turn to whom spoke and chuckle at myself as I stop my leg raises, "ah yeah, I got lost in thought, and your really good song."

I pull on my earphones and give a lopside smile, "I love working out to God's Menu."

He gives a soft, "he he, thanks."

"No need for a thank you when I'm only giving my honest opinion, Chan."

"Yeah, well still, it makes my kokoro go doki-doki," he sniggers, crossing his arms and flashing a dimpled smile. I raise my upper lip and reel back, "EWWW!"

I playfully shove him. He acts hurt, "this is violence against children."

"Chan, you're literally older than me."

"That doesn't mean I'm not a child at heart."

"You mean, it doesn't mean you're not a drama queen."

"Hey, I have no interest in having a throne, my only interest is," he leans in and whispers, "you."

I feel my soul leave my body as he snorts to himself and runs away. I regurgitate in surprise, "YA!"

"You better do your next set properly," Chan says heading off to a cable row machine, "I'm always watching."

I try to ignore the blood rushing up your neck, "creep."

He shrugs, "rather that or have you get injured, sweet heart."

Yeah, Chan has saved me from a lot of injuries I could have had. It was a bad habit. It stemmed from the same thing that made me mess up my count a while ago, my overthinking.

Sometimes I thought of rather harmless things, but sometimes I began to fixate on the hate I received for simply being. I do a lot to get my mind to realize that they hated me simply because they could and because it was easy. Exercising helped tremendously, especially when I had someone fun to work out with, especially when I was with Chan. He just... made me feel safe, y'know.

But when the news of us being work out buddies surfaced, a lot of sasaengs came for me. Of course, a lot of Stays and my own fans were really kind about, speaking out that we were our own people and exercising together did not mean anything in particular really.

But some really went for it, and made it a hobby to comment on everything I was in that I was a slut for 'working out' with different men every day."

I let out a breath as I finish my routine. I catch my breath and go for a swig of my water. I take a moment then sit down by the mirror, which was near where Chan was currently working out.

"You're doing it again."

I turn from where I was blankly staring at turn to Chan who gave me a soft look, "you good?"

I release a sigh then purse my lips, "maybe."

He pouts, "what happened?"

I shrug and stand from where I sat, "you know, the usual."

Chan then comes up to me and takes my water bottle from me, "you know, no matter how much people say you don't need water to live, you can never change the fact that you are extremely dependent on water to live."

I look at him and half- heartedly point, "are you calling me thirsty?"

He begrudgingly groans and releases a chuckle. He calls my name out in a scolding tone. I feel myself relax, "I know what you're getting at Chan."

He nods, "good. I'll always be here to remind you of that."

I smile and feel an urge to hug him, "if you weren't so sweaty, I would totally hug you right now."

Chan then gives me a look then does not hesitate to crush me into his arms. I groan and whine in protest. He chuckles, "you literally just said you wanted a hug!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY SO SWEATY. NO ONE WANTS THIS TORTURE."

Chan huffs and gives a wounded look, "hmp. You better spot me while I lift or else I'm unfriending you."

"Hmm... I think I'll be good without you as a friend."

I half expect Chan to whine about it, but he instead smirks, "ahhhh, you must want me to be your boyfriends so badly huh."

I- I mean...

CLIP #4: A crack edit of Chan when he gets asked about his gym relationship with me in Chan's Room.

He was looking through the questions and suddenly chuckles, his ears noticeably began to redden. Cue a zoom in of his face and his red ears. Cue a clip of Cardi B saying, "that's suspicious."

He says my name then continues, "am I close with her? Yeah. I would say I'm close with her-- and her whole group actually."

Captioned: Nice save, Chris.

"The kids and I are close with her group," he says, clearing his throat.

A clip of him clearing his throat is repeated about ten times.

Chan adjust the beanie he was wearing as he thinks of what he was going to say next, "we actually do work out together a lot because she's under a trainer that works with my trainer."

Captioned: Sure, Chan. That's the only reason, right?

Chan catches another question, "Is she a beast in the gym like Hongseok says?" He breaks into a laugh. He then rubs his cheek and grits his teeth.

A clip of someone saying, "Oh he's jealous," flashes on screen.

"Yeah," Chan finally says, "she's got a really high stamina."

Cue the clip, WHAT DID HE SAY?

Chan continues, "she can go between exercises without stopping. she doesn't even take that much time to catch her breath. In fact, she sings while exercising sometimes, which helps make her vocals stable."

Captioned: Queen Tingz.

The next thing that happens is Chan breaks into a laugh and begins to chuckle. He says, "Sorry I saw a funny comment."

Captioned: WHAT HE MEANS IS HE SAW A COMMENT SAYING 'SHUT UP CHRIS, YOU'RE WHIPPED."

Then came these comments:

LITERALLY LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY BANG CHAN GETS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME MY SHIP IS ALIVE

They are dating period. prove me wrong. you cant

Chan literally blushes over anything, buT HE TURNED INTO A TOMATO WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HER BYE

if you hate on your faves loving each other, you most definitely need Jesus (:

PLEASE CAN YOU SEE HOW WHIPPED THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

Yeah... it's not been confirmed to this day.

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a knight in shining armour

word count: 2,676

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

warnings: reader gets stood up by an asshole, some swear words im sure 

a/n: faohdsiofhsdf yall cant believe how long this idea has been sitting in my drafts. iwaizumi gives me such protector,hero vibes, i coudln’t not write this lol. i hope you guys like it :) it was a lot of fun to write and i reallllyyyy enjoyed writing it. love you all! (ps thank you all for the request! i’m working on them promise!)

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You couldn’t help but kick yourself a little. You had known that this whole idea was too good to be true. The funny quips he sent over text, his too-suave-to-be-real demeanor, the way things just seemed to be going too smoothly. You should’ve known, you kept telling yourself you should’ve seen it coming.

This whole online dating scene was really not for you. You hated the idea of meeting up with a total stranger, but your friends had downloaded the apps for you quicker than you could’ve argued all of your points. He had been cute - brown hair, soft brown eyes that made you feel like he had to be a catfish. You teased him endlessly about it, asking him what KPop idol he had stolen pictures of off the internet to create his profile and he had insisted you trade numbers so he could prove he was real.

You had hesitated. Maybe that had been your chance to back out. He really was way too charming and way too good-looking - there was no way a guy like that was even remotely interested in you right? You must’ve just been a way to pass through boredom. A way to get through boring lectures or just give his mind something to do. Right?

Right. You knew that now. You knew that because here you were, dressed up in an outfit you felt far too cute in, in a café halfway across your campus, twiddling your thumbs and playing with the glass your hot chocolate had come in... and this boy was no where to be found.

You checked your previous messages with him again, for the third time, solidifying what you had already checked and double checked earlier. This was the right place, the right time, the right date... so why wasn’t he here?

You shifted awkwardly in your seat, wondering just how long was too long to be waiting for a boy. It had already been half an hour, you had sent him 2 texts, and even tried to call him. You wondered if this made you look desperate - had this all been a ploy? A prank to make some idiot feel better about himself? Was he laughing somewhere knowing that here you were, thinking you were about to get swept off your feet, only to realize that no one was coming?

“Excuse me,” a tall dark-haired boy stood in front of you, shifting awkwardly in his heels. “Is this seat taken?” He gestured to the seat in front of you and you shook your head slowly.

“N-No, it’s free,” you admitted quietly, feeling a little bit of defeat. Why did he have to ask you about this chair? There were plenty of other chairs, why didn’t he just go get another one?

But rather than drag this chair over to the group of boys you had previously seen him sitting with, you watched as this stranger sat down in front of you, pulling his bag off of his shoulder and placing it around his seat. He gave you an awkward sort of smile, as if waiting for you to say something first.

“Um... do I know you?” You asked finally, unsure of what was happening. You could’ve sworn that the guy in the pictures looked much different than this guy here... was this actually a catfish situation? After you had demanded so many photos, playfully teasing him for being a fraud, did he actually get you to put your guard down? Had he actually lied about what he looked like?

“Oh no, sorry. I just...” the boy cleared his throat a little and you watched as a dark red colour climbed up his neck and flushed against his ears. “I noticed you were sitting by yourself and I thought maybe you’d like some company.”

You couldn’t help but feel more embarrassed than you had 5 minutes ago. At least sitting by yourself, you could’ve gotten up and pretended like you had actually wanted to come to this cute café on your own. But now with him sitting here, you had to awkwardly excuse yourself to both him and anyone else listening in.

“I’m sorry, this probably seems really rude of me,” the boy groaned, shaking his head. He held out his hand abruptly, a determined sort of look in his eyes, “My name is Iwaizumi Hajime. I think... I think your date is just outside... with his friends... being an ass.”

Your jaw dropped just slightly, your breath hitching in your throat and making you almost choke, “S-Sorry?”

Iwaizumi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, taking away the hand that you ignored, “I’m assuming you were here to meet some guy for a date... I think I know him. He’s in a few of my classes - real jackass. A couple of days ago, I heard him joking about with his friends in our class about how... he was going to go on this date with a girl. He actually seemed kinda excited about it too, but his friends said something about staying single or... I dunno ‘playing the field’ and basically convinced him to just stand you up. They joked about just coming by to see how long you’d wait around for him. Something about... about how the longer a girl waits, the more she wants it,” Iwaizumi’s whole face was red now, his eyes awkwardly staring at the table in front of you two as he tried to explain. “I... I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t know what to say. But I figured I could come down and maybe save you the embarrassment or something I dunno.” 

You just stared at him, unsure if you wanted to thank him or cry, or both. It really had been just a massive joke to some idiotic boys. You should’ve seen this coming - what kind of guy like that would be interested in you?

“I’m sorry I didn’t come explain earlier,” Iwaizumi continued, shifting in his seat. “I didn’t want to just randomly approach you and make you feel awkward, or approach some random girl and have her actual boyfriend show up, ya know?” He gave an uncomfortable sort of chuckle, though his expression told you he didn’t find this situation funny at all. “Anyways, he’s a major ass and I think you should just get up and leave. Block his number, make him regret it.”

You nodded slowly, your chest still feeling a little too tight for you to think of anything proper to say. What was the proper thing to say in these situations? Thank you? For not letting me embarrass myself an hour later? Thank you for taking time out of your day to come help me? You couldn’t help but feel your whole world start to spiral, the heat of embarrassment flicking at your neck and cheeks, making you feel like you were sweating buckets.

“Oi, don’t cry,” Iwaizumi suddenly said, his hand shooting out and reaching up to cup your cheek. You jumped a little, feeling his thumb flick away a tear that you hadn’t even realized had been falling down your face. “Assholes like that don’t deserve your tears, okay?” He told you, squeezing your hand with his other. 

You nodded again, firmer this time because there was something just so convincing about his tone. Iwaizumi gave you a little smile before sitting back for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He started to stand up, grabbing his bag when you finally spoke up, “Y/L/N Y/N. Just call me Y/N though...”

His eyes met yours, a smile slowly growing on his lips as he looked at you, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You looked over at the front door of the café, nervously biting on your lip as you realized if that boy and his friends really were out there, waiting to see how long you’d wait here... that means you’d probably have to pass them, “How am I supposed to walk out of here like there’s nothing wrong?” You sighed, shaking your head as you pushed your hot chocolate away from you. “I feel like such an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot, he is. It’s his fault for letting his friends talk him into something as stupid as this. And he’s stupid for having friends like that anyways,” Iwaizumi huffed, shaking his head in disappointment of the male world. His eyes suddenly shot over to you, a smirk on his lips, “Do you wanna make him regret everything?”

You probably should’ve asked Iwaizumi, this stranger you had literally just met, what he meant before agreeing. But as soon as you nodded, Iwaizumi helped you up and took you by the hand with a smile, “Fucking idiot,” he laughed to himself a little as you gathered your things. “He has no idea how pretty you look too.”

A few sounds left your lips in surprise as you shot over to look at him, a huge grin on his face as he let his eyes glaze over you. “Come on!” He grinned, tugging you towards the door.

You watched as his friends tried to ask him what was going on, all of them sharing the same confused look that you had on your face, “I-Iwaizumi, where are we going?” You asked with laugh as he just pulled you out of the store. He smiled to himself, stopping in his tracks right outside of the door, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as he pulled you closer. “W-What’re you doing?” You hissed, your heart jumping into your throat in surprise.

“Just trust me okay?” Iwaizumi chuckled, reaching up to pat your head gently. “There’s no way he’s not watching. I know if I had any chance with a girl like you, I’d be going mad knowing some guy is making her smile the way you are now.”

You couldn’t deny that your cheeks were starting to hurt, the smile on your lips tugged and tugging on your face but you just couldn’t stop. Who was this mystery boy? The hero of your café story?

Iwaizumi gave you a cheeky sort of wink before twirling you around with a grin, “I’m sorry you had such a shitty date,” he stated before pulling your hands to his lips and pressing them against your knuckles. “You deserve better than that.”

You tried to remind yourself that this was clearly all fake for Iwaizumi - that this knight in shining armour (who was insanely handsome now that you were staring at him so closely) was just trying to be nice and make some asshole feel like shit. This wasn’t anything special to him. Because this kind of stuff just didn’t happen in real life - this was something that happened in animes, drama shows, exaggerated reality tv, but real life? No way. You tried to repeat that yourself over and over again, your whole face feeling warm against the cool air around you, “I-It’s fine. Thank you for helping me,” you gave a little awkward laugh, because man were you already falling hard. The natural light out here really helped accentuate his eyes and sharp features, not to mention the muscles that were doing a terrible job of hiding under his clothes. 

Iwaizumi just smiled down at you again, fumbling in his pockets and fishing out his phone, “Do you think... Maybe I could take you somewhere sometime? We could... I dunno just do something?” He asked you hopefully, his tongue stumbling over the words a bit but his eyes and smile looked sincere.

You blinked for a moment because again, this shit doesn’t happen in real life. Not to people like you. “Iwaizumi, I don’t think he’s listening in that closely,” you whispered harshly. “You don’t have to do this.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks burned as he realized you thought he was doing all this just as a prank, clearing his throat awkwardly as he continued to hold his phone out to you, “It’s for not him... it’s for me.” He nodded slightly towards the window of the café where his friends were practically pressed up against the glass to watch, eager eyes bobbing between the two of you. “They’re always telling me I need to be as determined in my love life as I am on the court... if you’re not interested that’s totally okay, or if you just want to stay in contact as friends, that’s cool too but-”

“N-No no,  I just thought that you... I didn’t think that I was your type or anything,” you explained nervously, all thoughts of that other boy cleared from your mind.

Iwaizumi let out a laugh, shaking his head, “When I came here, I was really just hoping to save some poor girl some embarrassment... I was so nervous, I was going to send one of my friends who’s a lot better at talking to girls than I am but... when I saw you...” he swallowed hard, his anxiety making his whole body feel like he had just played a full match with no rest. “I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to get to know you better.”

You bit down on your lip, mostly out of nerves but also to try and shock yourself awake in case this was a dream. It had to be a dream right? You glanced around quickly, making sure no cameras were watching so ensure you weren’t on some sort of awful prank show... but you weren’t waking up and there were no cameras so... could this actually be real?

Iwaizumi noted your pause, his hand that was still holding his phone out slightly pulling back slowly, “Again, I don’t mean to capitalize on a really awkward and embarrassing situation for you, I just thought-”

“Yes,” you exclaimed quickly, looking up at him eagerly. “I’d love to go out with you sometime.” You grabbed his phone before he could pull it away, typing out your number and name into his contacts before handing it back.

Iwaizumi held the phone in front of him, staring at the number like it was a cheque for a million dollars, a grin growing on his face, “Oh! Here, I’ll text you so you have my number,” he mumbled, waiting for you to receive his little hello it’s Iwaizumi :) text message.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking down at your own phone for a moment. Your fingers were tingling in some odd sort of sensation - you still couldn’t get over this feeling like this couldn’t be real. But it wasn’t like talking to the other boy - that was more paranoia and anxiety that ended up being a good intuition anyways. This was like... like all those songs and all those movies were all real. Like they all got it right.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Iwaizumi excused himself to head back into the café before his friends broke the glass that they were all shoving each other over to try and get a good look at this pretty girl that Iwaizumi had fallen so quickly for. You nodded, a warmth still on your cheeks as you said goodbye, walking briskly to the bus stop. It didn’t matter if that asshole was watching you leave, or if he had left moments before. You were still annoyed that this whole situation had to happen... but maybe the god of love had a funny way of placing people exactly where they needed to be.

You knew falling in love with someone you had just met didn’t really make any sense... but this time, you had a gut feeling that you and Iwaizumi’s story together wasn’t over just yet.

And after months of him getting to know you, taking you out on little dates and making your heart swoon, asking you to come watch his games and offering his jacket for you to wear on the stands, you realized there might be more to the story of you and your knight in shining armour than you had ever thought was possible. 

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Who Knew Being A Youtuber Was Dangerous

requested by this anon: "Okay last one I promise…. I think. So CC!Dream x Bodyguard!Reader or reverse the roles, whatever works. Premise: Dream starts going to conventions and needs to be protected from all the antis and obsessive fans. But Dream didn’t know his bodyguard was gonna be attractive…"

dream x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, yelling, general violence/threats

premise: The first vidcon after Covid has finally arrived, and with his face newly revealed, Dream's getting a bit worried a bout how a week in California will turn out, so, he (lets be real it was his manager) hirers you and your team for protection

{Also reader has implied military background}

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"You didn't tell me that they were coming all the way out here! I thought we were meeting them in California!" Dream argued into his phone.

You leaned against the rented escalade, watching as he paced back at forth.

One of your partners half leaned through the passenger seat window, "Sir? We're going to be late if you don't wrap it up!"

The man in the driver seat tapped his thumbs on the wheel anxiously, "I can handle politicians, I can handle CEO's, hell I can handle regular celebrities'- but youtubers? Dude why?"

You looked back at him, "Don't complain, he's paying bigger bucks than anyone we've had in years."

"I know but-"

You shook your head, cutting him off as Dream approached the car, "I'm sorry- I just thought I wasn't getting your services until I landed in California."

You shook your head, "You've still got to get through two international airports, and your flight. We'll be going along with you throughout the duration of your trip, but that won't happen, if you don't go get your things so we can leave on time."

"Yeah-" He sighed, "I'll- get my bags."

Shaking his head, Dream hurried back inside, grabbing his things before sending Sapnap a panicked snap 'sap help the body guard is hot'

When he got no response, he sighed, pulling his things out of the house and locking up behind himself, "You know for body guards you are dressed awfully casually."

You sighed adjusting your windbreaker, as you grabbed one of his bags to put in the trunk, "We're supposed to blend in. People might think it's suspicious that you need body guards, they could... plan things."

"And three extra people traveling with me isn't?"

"Smith and McAllen aren't going to be with us, with us. Within range, sure, but not following you around. You're going to be telling people I'm just- a friend or something- your life was private enough it would blend in." You reported, closing the trunk and moving to open the other door for him.

You moved around the car, climbing into your own seat, "Let's move."

~~

The airport was fairly crowded, but you navigated through it carefully, avoiding the biggest groups of people and instructing Dream to keep his hood up.

After almost two hours of anxiety, you had finally boarded the plane, tucking your backpack under the seat in front of you.

"Where'd the other two end up?" He asked quietly.

"Smiths on the other side of the row, two up, and McAllen's behind us." You reported.

Dream nodded, and the two of you settled in for take off.

Nearly an hour in, and you could tell he was getting bored as he leaned over, "So how does one end up doing body guard stuff anyway?"

You shrugged, "My contract was ended early.... I was looking for a job, retaining all my previous work experience, and I stumbled upon this agency."

"It's strange that it's even a real job."

"It's strange that playing a video game is even a real job." You shot back, grinning.

"How do you know what type of videos I make?" He asked skeptically.

"Well I have to make sure a client is legit before taking a legal offer, right?" You chuckled.

~~ The flight was nearing at end, finally, and you went over the plans again, looking over the layout of the airport on your tablet.

"What're you doing?" Dream asked.

"You never get tired of questions do you?" You sighed.

He frowned, "Sorry..."

You sighed again, "We're supposed to plan the routes around every fucking building you go into. We have a plan, we stick to the route, we keep idiots like you safe from anti's and crazy fans."

"Crazy fans?"

"Well you only just revealed what you look like, you've never been mobbed in public," You explained, "You can never trust what a obsessed person would do. That's how John Lennon died."

"Really? You're citing the Beatles on why your looking at airport maps?"

"You literally hired me for this!"

~~ So far, vidcon had been uneventful on your part, and you found yourself back in the old routine of standing off to the side, in hallways, or generally out of the way as your client did his thing.

The same lie had been told millions of times by now, Dream's partner, that's how the internet knew you, and lies grew, but all you had to do was walk along side him, nothing more.

Your partners could normally just explain away being assistants or managers working with vidcon organizers.

"Someone on twitter started a conspiracy thread that 'dream and (y/n) are not a real couple, I found so much proof this weekend'." Sapnap laughed.

From your place at the other table you nearly choked on your sandwich as Dream began to wheeze.

"why is this getting traction!?!"

"Someone added to the end," Smith reported, looking up from his phone, "Their debating if it's real, fake, or if the person made the thread cause they were jealous."

You took a sip of your water, "I can't wait till this is over, then we'll break up and the stans will forget about me."

Dream laughed, "That's too bad, I was thinking of taking you guys on full time."

You sighed, shaking your head, pretending to be annoyed, "Oh no, being paid to fake date some cute famous guy."

"You think I'm cute?"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him, "Hurry up, we've gotta leave in ten."

~~

You were halfway through the convention center when suddenly you began to miss all that standing around.

As usual movement through the convention center was tough, but this time the crowd seemed different, particularly as someone near the back began yelling about something.

You scanned the crowd, and the woman seemed to lock onto you, "You! Yeah you! Who the hell do you think you are?"

You glanced back at McAllen, who nodded, starting to move to the side, Dream following, ever so slightly.

"You don't get to date him! How could you stoop that low Dream?"

More yelling erupted from the crowd, and someone seemed to charge forward.

You immediately took charge, grabbing Dream's arm and pulling him along with you as Smith hurried forward to block the man.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dream asked.

"Shut up, and stay behind me." You hissed turning down a side hallway as all hell started to break loose in the convention center, a single gunshot ringing out.

"Shouldn't you be going to stop that?" Dream asked as you and McAllen hurried him down another corridor.

"Job for the police, not us." You muttered, "Exit's through here, lets go."

From behind you, there were more shouts, something about stealing Dream.

“Motherfucker, these people are insane.” McAllen muttered.

~~

Somehow, you’d managed to get Dream out of the building, double back, and also collect Smith and Sapnap on the way.

Running on pure adrenaline, you’d then helped anyone else, evacuating civilians as the police worked to talk down the shooter.

By the time you had arrived back to the hotel, finished making statements and refusing to answer a frat deal of questions from father fans, you were about to collapse.

“I thought your job was just to get me out of there.” Dream said, looking up as you entered your room.

“I did.”

“And then you went back in.”

“I help people, okay?” You snapped, “Normally this job doesn’t include being shot at because I have to fake date someone who I’m protecting.”

You sat down heavily, “just- gimme a minute to breath. You’ve made my job more complex than it needed to be.”

“With my dashing good looks?” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “I mean with the amount of trouble you’ve caused me we might as well be actually dating, then I might benefit more.”

He grinned, “I just might take you up on that.”

[ratmonky]

Tangible Phantom

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: non-con, invisible smexy time, stalking, breeding, mild gore

AO3 Link

The internet was a magnificent invention of humankind. It made everything easier. At the same time, it was accessible to almost anyone and it brought people together.

There were so many things one could find by typing some letters on a browser and with a click of a mouse.

Whether it be cute animal videos you could share with your friends, porn to watch late at night as your fingers slid inside your panties beneath the sheets, or disturbing images of people who had or were taking their last breath. You could find it all on the internet.

Morbid curiosity led you to the furthest parts of the internet like on strange websites where you could find pictures of deformed bodies.

There wasn’t any explanation on why they had been deformed like that but their death cause was all the same, heart failure.

Although you weren’t anything more than a normal citizen, you felt like what you were doing was wrong. Looking at those images and scrolling down to see more of the distorted faces of what used to be people who had a family, a life, and goals that you would never know about should have been enough to make you click away. Yet, you always found yourself logging into your laptop every night to check if there were more.

It wasn’t illegal nor it was hurting anyone. It was just… unethical. Somewhat felt like you were feeling guilty of what happened even though you had nothing to do with any of these people.

Nevertheless, it made you wonder if you would feel the same way if those people were someone you knew. Or if it were you.

Pfft.

As if that would ever happen.

~~~

It was a late night when you were walking the same route to your place with your mind clouded by what to eat once you got home. The streets were rather silent at this time of the night, no cars passed or a single soul was outside, so the only noise was your footsteps that echoed in the empty street.

Although you were only about a full two minutes away from arriving at your place, you suddenly stopped in shock when you saw a dark figure sitting in the dark under the bridge you had to walk through.

Alone at night, standing stiffly in the dark, looking desperately down at your phone screen and then to the man, you considered turning back and walking to the nearest bus station. You could stay at your friend’s place again rather than take your chance to walk past someone who looked like a predator waiting for its prey.

You considered calling one of your friends and being on the phone with them until you arrived home. Decidedly, you called your friend’s phone but they didn’t answer. If it was them calling you, you would answer right away, they knew how you didn’t call anyone without a reason.

While the phone was ringing again, you kept muttering under your breath about how much you were going to yell at them once they answered you but they never picked up.

Your other friend wasn’t in town and you could never call your friend to ask if her brother could escort you to your place again, you only made everyone question your sanity when you asked for favors like that.

You made everyone around you uncomfortable, they think you were out of your mind. Why were you so scared of walking past a possibly homeless man?

This was why most of your friends hated you, this was why they didn’t answer your calls anymore.

Huffing in annoyance and disappointment, you put your phone against your ear to pretend to be on the phone with your father as you started walking again.

The man noticed you, you saw his head moving when the sound of your footsteps alarmed him of your presence, all of his attention was on you now.

You tried ignoring the instincts that told you to turn back and run away.

It was probably just a homeless man.

There was no way that he would try to do anything to you.

You were just overreacting like you always did.

You refused to acknowledge the man’s existence as you increased your speed to pass him as soon as possible and go on with your night like you weren’t already having a panic attack.

The man was doing nothing but watching you intently, he hadn’t moved.

Yeah, you were just overreacting before.

“Yes, I’ll be home soon, dad! I’m walking!” you started basically yelling, hoping that your acting was believable.

Maybe not.

The man got up, blocking your path.

Startled, your hand gripped tighter on your purse and you started yelling to your phone. “Dad! Can you come outside the building and wait for me?! I’m right around the corner once I pass the bridge!”

You were scared to look at the man. As if you didn’t notice him getting up, you ignored his presence and tried to walk around him but he stepped to the side to block your way again.

This time, your lips started trembling in fear, you actually were believing you were talking to your father. “Dad, I’m scared, please come get me!”

“I can see that you’re not on the phone,” a husky voice said. “Your phone screen is lit up.”

You shrieked upon him talking to you. When his hand reached for your face, you jerked away and took a couple of steps back.

“Don’t touch me!” you screamed, your eyes finally meeting his eyes that were sparkling with vicious intent. “I’ll call the police!”

Ignoring your threat, he took a step closer towards you which only made you panic more.

You looked for an exit. To your right was a concrete wall and to your left was the large sewer gate. Running past the man was impossible.

“Stay away from me!” You turned on your heels to make a bolt towards the sewers but the man was faster than you. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled your back flush against his chest.

You started to scream as you struggled in the man’s hold. It was barely midnight, someone would hear your screams for help.

Normally an attacker would chicken out if their victim was struggling and screaming this much but your attacker seemed to not have a care in the world if he would get caught or not.

As he started dragging you towards the sewer gate, you shook your body violently, kicking helplessly in the air and yelling on top of your lungs.

He started shushing you and clapped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while proceeded to drag you further inside the sewers.

This was the end, wasn’t it?

~~~

On a regular night, Mahito usually read his book to the sounds of the rats or the water splashing sounds in the sewers. The steady and faint noises were enough to lull him to sleep but tonight his peace was disturbed.

A woman was screaming for her life. Something he heard more often than regular since it was usually him who was the cause of their screams. This woman’s screams were echoing in the sewers, being muffled by something as a man’s voice kept shushing.

Out of curiosity, he put his book down and walked to the source of the loud noises.

It took him barely a minute to find you and your attacker. The man had you under him, his chest pressing on your back as he was hastily pulling his pants down.

“Oh, how amusing,” Mahito chuckled, getting closer to watch your face stained with tears.

He crouched right next to your face, humming cutely. “You’re quite adorable,” he said, his hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Really my type.”

“Help!”

Your sudden yell made Mahito pull his hand back. Whew, you had startled him.

“Nobody will hear you,” the man assured with a breathy laugh, his hand rubbing guiding his cock between your thighs.

Mahito pouted his lips and tilted his head to the side. “It’s no fun when I’m left out, you know.”

The man was busy pulling your panties to the side.

“Please, please, please don’t!”

“Don’t ignore me,” Mahito furrowed his brows and tapped on the man’s shoulder.

You were still struggling under the man’s weight when he suddenly stopped moving. With a burst of an adrenaline rush, you pushed yourself up from the concrete and threw your attacker tumbling back.

Almost immediately you got up on your feet and swung your purse at the man, hitting him in the face with your eyes closed shut in fear.

The impact made a splash sound as if you had hit something soggy. What? Your eyes hesitantly opened and it took you a long moment to register what you were seeing.

“Wow.” Mahito stood beside you with a smile on his face. “He looks nice like that, don’t you think?”

You dropped your purse.

Your mouth opened to scream but what were you going to gain from it? You closed it back again.

It looked unreal, nothing like the photos you had seen online. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Heeeeyyyy~” Mahito stood in front of you, waving a hand to your face. “I don’t even get thanks?”

The man’s disfigured body and face were covered in blood. The sight was enough to cause trauma and make any normal person collapse on their knees, heaving. His body was twisted to the point you couldn’t tell if he was a human or not.

What you were seeing wasn’t human.

You couldn’t tell if it was a human.

Your brain disconnected it from your mind that he was a real, living, and breathing person only a couple of seconds ago.

The fact that you couldn’t even process what you were seeing right in front of you made you burst into a peal of hysterical laughter.

Mahito took a step back. “Ah, you’re one of those who goes insane…” He shrugged, watching you lose your sanity was fun too. His eyes landed on the panties which were halfway down on your thighs that you hadn’t even bothered to pull up and then his stare landed on your unevenly hoisted skirt. A grin spread on his face.

Your laughter died down quickly and sobbing replaced it. You couldn’t stop your tears. Your vision was getting blurry from your tears and you tried to revive your brain to think of what to do next.

Could you just leave this man here?

Even though he attacked you with full intention to rape you, it… it was wrong to leave him like this.

He was dead. Disfigured. Not human.

There was nothing you could do. Whatever caused this man to turn into this inhuman thing could have happened to you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine and up your shoulders. As if the cool evening breeze had hands, the chilly air caressed your skin.

A quiet sob left your lips and you lifted your hand to wipe your tears but stopped when something firm pressed on your back.

“You’re definitely my type,” Mahito snickered, pulling his hand back.

With a shriek you jumped forward, whipping your head around to look behind you. There was nothing.

You had to be going insane.

You put a hand against your forehead and looked around the sewers. The most logical thing to do was to leave. This rapist deserved to rot here, you didn’t care. You wouldn’t care. You knew you couldn’t care less.

“Heeey~~ I’m Mahito, your savior.” He poked your nose and you itched where he had touched you. “You should thank me for saving youuuu!”

Once you got home to your bed, you would browse on the websites to stare at disfigured humans like him. This was nothing. You had seen worse on the internet. You didn’t care.

Mahito crouched down to open your purse. He looked around your stuff and tried to find something that had your name on it but it was futile.

You weren’t going to wake up tomorrow and think about its face.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

No, you weren’t going to remember about this thing the day after tomorrow.

“Hellloooo~~ What’s your name?”

Definitely, you weren’t going to think about this thing whenever you closed your eyes.

“What’s your name?” Mahito put his hand on your shoulder. You reacted to his touch and flinched but didn’t answer him. “Ugh! This is the third time I’m asking, sweetheart.”

You were being paranoid, that was for sure.

It felt like ghostly hands were touching you.

“Let’s see how far we can go before you see me.” Mahito grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you down.

Fear came rushing back and you started screaming. Something you couldn’t see had tackled you on the cold concrete. This wasn’t a figment of your imagination, this was real.

“You know, a friend of mine said that humans can see curses when they’re in a life or death situation.” His large hands massaged your shoulders as he spoke. “I wanna see if we can have fun together even when you can’t see me.”

Your breathing became uneven and you started struggling against the unknown force holding you down.

Mahito moved his hands to your shoulder blades and slid them lower until he grabbed you by your hips. You gasped when he pressed himself against you. “Oh, so you can feel this .” He slowly grinded against you.

Your hands balled up to fists and you pressed your forehead against the cold concrete. There was something on top of you, something firm and thick was pressing on you. You were rocking back and forth with a very familiar feeling of a cock on your ass.

Mahito’s grinding became harder to get a reaction out of you. He pushed his growing clothed erection against your ass to explicitly stimulate the movement of fucking you.

You bit your lips to hold back a moan. You hadn’t gone insane yet, there was something humping you. There was a small moment where you tried to move and crawl away from this entity but your body became frozen when you felt your skirt was getting hiked up.

“You’re so cute~” He pulled his own pants down. “Very pretty.”

The weight on top of you disappeared, taking the opportunity you tried crawling away but your body got flipped around.

Now, you were facing the ceiling of the sewers with nobody in sight yet there were hands fondling your tits.

“Stop,” you whimpered. “Please.”

Mahito smirked, getting his face awfully close to yours. He let his tongue loll out from his mouth and licked your lips.

You let out a startled scream, you tried kicking your invisible attacker but it was useless to even try. You couldn’t fight something you couldn’t see.

“Mm, you taste so sweet,” he whispered. His lips pressed against yours experimentally and bit your bottom lip. You reacted by turning your face to the side.

Boring.

Having had pulled his pants down before, Mahito grabbed his fully erect cock. He stroked it from the base to the pink tip glistening with precum as he relished on your view.

“I really wanna know the name of  my cute new doll.” He used a free hand to spread your legs, although you tried fighting back, he quickly outpowered you. He pouted when you didn’t say anything regarding what he had said.

“Please,” you whispered, starting to pray for whoever was listening. Your hand went between your legs to cover yourself but it stopped midway when you felt something firm press and move against your clit. An involuntary moan left your lips.

Mahito chuckled at your reaction and tapped his cock on your clit before dragging the tip between your folds to cover it with your juices. “You’re wet only because of me, right?” he asked, smirking.

Your lips parted as he lined himself up on your entrance. He waited until your tense body relaxed and shoved his cock inside you in one go once he caught you off guard.

You let out another moan but it got muffled by Mahito’s lips. While you were tensing and yelping because of the girth of his cock stretching you out, he was snaking his tongue inside your mouth with dark amusement.

Whether it be because of fear or pleasure, your gummy walls were clenching around his cock. It was more than enough to let Mahito know that he could move now.

Pulling his hips back and face back, he slammed into you abruptly to force a moan out of you. However, you didn’t make a sound. He looked down at you to notice how you were pressing your lips together, refusing to make it fun.

He sighed but didn’t let it ruin the mood. Instead, he frantically started fucking you. His hips surged forward with frenzy, he was whispering praises but you heard none of them.

Your pussy was being forcefully stretched by something thick and firm, you didn’t know exactly what it was but you also knew. You just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

It moved in and out of your pussy, stroking only the right spots and massaging your gummy walls enticingly. Your juices were gushing out of your hole that was being fucked, making disgustingly wet sounds.

One of your hands went to your pussy, unable to fight back the entity, you tried blocking it with your hand from ravishing you.

A sharp thrust of his hips was all it took to make you squirm and fall back on the concrete.

Mahito put a hand on your clit and started rubbing tight circles on your nub as he continued his animalistic pace to hammer into your pussy.

Arching your back, you moaned. Your pussy was spasming around his cock, begging for more.

“At least your body is honest.” Mahito watched you convulse in pleasure with a chuckle. He pushed your legs up to your chest and began pounding deeper in your pussy.

Your eyes rolled up, hands trying to grab onto something to steady yourself but there was nothing on the concrete. This was it, you were close.

“Do you think a cursed spirit and a human can make a baby?” His pace slackened, your clenching walls had caught him by surprise. He chuckled before languidly answering his own question. “Let’s try and see, yeah? Whaddaya say, sweetie?”

You quivered when his cock kissed your cervix. Your mouth gaped open in a silent moan as your orgasm shook you to your core.

“Haha, you look so needy and dumb!” Mahito’s cock twitched inside you, he groaned loudly. He tried holding himself back and stealing a couple more thrusts into your pussy before the fun ended but his thrusts had started becoming shaky. His hips lurched forward one last time, pushing as far as he could to spill his seed deep inside your womb and filled your pussy until it overflowed.

Mahito pulled back and held your hips up to hold his seed inside you without letting another drop go to waste. This was going to be one of his experiments, he decided with a sickening smile on his face.

You were far too exhausted to feel anything other than the warmth that filled your tummy.

The rest… was a blur.

~~~

Although what happened that night was supposed to be traumatic, nowadays; you found yourself feeling a lot safer walking home at night. Whenever someone followed you or someone with malicious intent tried getting near you, there was a guardian angel that stopped them with a small price of you letting it indulge in your slick heat.

[krappykawa]

Hi !!! can I request oikawa, osamu, hinata (+ whoever you feel like adding) reacting to their female s/o calling them "hubby" (they have never used that nickname before since it's supposed to refer to a husband) to see their reaction??? i just saw this as a tiktok prank and they were like "omg you wanna marry me??? im definitely gonna marry you" and now im sobbing so precious 🥺🥺🥺

reacting to s/o calling them hubby

characters. oikawa x f!reader, osamu x f!reader, hinata x f!reader

note. in every scenario, reader is internet famous & posts little previews of their life on tik tok!

note 2. sorry for not posting in a while,, school started again and i’ve been mentally drained but i will try and finish other requests soon!

OIKAWA.

- you guys are filming a snack review video because oikawa lost all self control while grocery shopping and literally was picking things off the shelf left and right

- he insists that he’ll finish them this time but you know that’s a lie

- but you also decide that it’s also the perfect time to try out this tik tok prank on him so he won’t be suspicious of the camera

- the camera is set up and everything so now all you have to do is say it

- “hey guys today we’re going to do a snack review because my husband bought wayyy too many snacks” cute rolling eyes and cute little smile directed at oikawa that makes your watchers go 🥺🥺

- IT TAKES HIM SO LONG TO REALIZE

- like you’re literally staring at him waiting for him to realize but he doesn’t

- you’re halfway through opening your first bag when he finally realizes

- “WAIT”

- you look to the camera to make sure you’re filming this whole thing

- “you said husband.”

- “i did?”

- “YEAH! you did. i heard you say it.”

- “no i didn’t!”

- “check the video y/n-chan. i heard you say it.”

- he makes you replay the video because he will whine and pout until he makes sure that you hear it

- practically lights up when he hears it again

- “hmm does that mean you wanna marry me yn-chan?”

- “no it doesn’t”

- he notices the small blush on your cheeks points all over your face. “ooo you wanna marry me so bad huh?”

- the living incarnation of the 😏 emoji

- big cocky smile on his face bc he takes it as an accomplishment that you called him your husband on accident

- his eyes are secretly all teary-eyed though because HUSBAND?,$3;!9 💓💓💓💓💖💞💘💞💘

- he decides right there and then that he’s gonna propose soon because he thinks his heart physically bursts at the idea of you calling him husband for real

- the only reason he doesn’t propose right there is because 1. he doesn’t have a ring and 2. his an extra little bitch that wants to keep you on your toes while also making sure that his proposal is so good that you’ll end up crying happy tears

- when you post the video on tik tok oikawa makes sure to like every single comment that says “THEY’RE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE UGH WHY DONT THEY JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY”

OSAMU.

- his ass loves food so he literally lights up at the idea of doing a mukbang

- at first he insists that you don’t film it because he’s lowkey creeped out about the idea of eating in front of a camera just for people to listen to him eat

- he finally agrees to filming it when you promise to make the mukbang have all his favorite foods

- what he doesn’t know is that you’re simultaneously trying a tik tok prank on him

- “hey guys! welcome back to my channel! today we have a special guest, my husband, osamu because we’re doing a mukbang and you will always find this guy with food in his mouth, no joke.”

- he catches your little slip-up right away

- “husand huh? ya got something ya wanna say?”

- doesn’t even care that there’s a camera in front of you (he thinks you’ll just edit it out anyway)

- you play innocent because where’s the fun in telling him it’s for a tik tok right away?? “hmm what are you on about miya?”

- “what i’m on about is that yer telling me that you want to be a miya.”

- WEE WOO WEE WOO OSAMU EYEBROW RAISE WEE WOOO WEE WOO

- “i guess i do like the ring on miya y/n”

- “is this a proposal then?”

- cue shit-eating grin from you. “nah, the man in question isn’t here. you don’t happen to know atsumu’s ring size do you?”

- osamu’s little impish grin drops so quick and now he’s playfully glaring at you

- “ya say shit like that again and i’ll make ‘sumu switch places with me on the altar when we get married.”

- you're laughing into your knee at that point until you make a realization

- “wait. you said when we get married. not if.”

- “i didn’t stutter did i miya?”

- tik tok comments blow up with squealing fans bc OHMYGSOJD

HINATA.

- you’re a proud gf so you’re more than happy when someone asks you to live stream with your volleyball famous bf

- you also thought it might be a good time to pull this prank on him that you saw on tik tok and get his reaction on live camera because it’s bound to be funny since he’s hinata

- after one of his games you run up to him and hug him before telling him that your followers wanted to live stream with him

- “oh ive seen those!! i’d love to say hi to your fans!! do they know i play volleyball??”

- “yes, babe that’s the whole reason they wanted to meet you.”

- “REALLY???”

- you laugh at how cute he is and then turn on the live

- “hey guys, the long wait is over! here i am with my husband, world famous hinata shoyo! he just finished a game and-”

- “HUSBAND?” he interrupts you and he looks kind of giddy at the prospect. “does this mean you want to marry me y/n??” blushy happy hinata because you bet your ass he’s thought about it before but just didn’t know how to go about talking to you about the idea of marriage

- “what happens if i say yes?” you’ve thought about it too, so you playfully entertain his excitement.

- “then let’s get married!”

- you have to do a double take because you didn’t think he was actually serious. “wait really?”

- “you want to right? that’s what you said!”

- “of course i do! i just didn’t think you would propose right here right now.”

- “why not? i love you, you love me. you want to get married, i want to get married. so let’s get married!”

- the comments are blowing up because oh my god you just managed to accidentally capture your future husband’s proposal on an instagram live

- bokuto and atsumu overheard the whole thing and tackled the two of you into a group hug

- let’s just say your live ended on a frame of bokuto’s face close up because he’s so happy that “the student is getting married!!!”

- atsumu pulls out of the hug for a second and being the little shit he is, runs to the locker room and comes back with a ring pop

- “can’t propose without a ring shoyo! where are yer manners??”

- hinata actually gets down on one knee and proposes with the ring pop and you’re so red because at this point the entire stadium is watching

- you say yes anyway

[itsdanii]

Hi!! I love how you did the Asahi and his wife and the pregnancy imagine! Its soooo cutee!!

I was wondering if you could do reader telling Iwaizumi she's pregnant after he and the team win the Olympics? Just fluffy fluffines ahahah

Welcome Home

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting! Im so glad that you're enjoying my works, its such an honor♥️ As requested, here's a fluffy iwaizumi finding out his wife is pregnant. Enjoy and stay hydrated!

genre: fluff

warnings: nothing but iwaizumi being super soft with his wife

ft. iwaizumi hajime

coming home has never been better

You found out you're pregnant a few weeks ago but unlike telling your husband like a normal wife would, you kept it hidden because you wanted to think of doing something special when you finally tell him.

But it seemed as if coming up with something creative wasn't an easy task because here you are now, 3 weeks into your pregnancy yet still have no idea on what to do.

You were slowly growing frustrated. At one point, you even thought of just dropping the bomb on Iwaizumi but when you realized how close the Olympic match was already, you decided to hold yourself back knowing that there's a huge possibility he won't be able to focus.

As you scrolled through the internet, your lips curled up as a certain idea caught your attention. You took your phone to check your calendar and grinned as you saw that you have just enough days to prepare for everything.

Two days later, you've got everything you needed and placed them inside a box, excitement bubbling up inside you as you imagined the look on Iwaizumi's face when he sees your little surprise. You even added a red ribbon to make it more pleasing in the eyes before placing it on the bedside table.

Tomorrow, your husband will be coming home from their victorious match during the olympics.

As if sensing your longing, your phone vibrated at an upcoming call, your face instantly lightening up at seeing the familiar name of your husband flashing through the screen.

"Hello, hubbie," you greeted with a smile.

"Hey, angel. Sorry, were you about to sleep?"

You almost laughed at how fast a frown formed on his face when he said that. It was obvious in his voice that he was exhausted yet throughout the whole duration of his busy schedule, not once did you hear him utter a simple complain.

"Yes, but I miss you so it's alright, Haji."

From there, the two of you started talking about your day with Hajime speaking more than you as he explained detail by detail the things that happened in the court and how the team won.

Noticing the way your eyes were fluttering, your husband paused from talking and waited for a couple of seconds to confirm his suspicions. Upon seeing your eyes completely closing and your hand almost dropping the phone, he smiled softly at your cuteness.

"Why don't you go to sleep already? You know I can see your eyes dropping, right?" Hajime said from the other side.

You instantly opened your eyes at that. "But we want to hear your voice more," you answered sleepily, unaware of the tiny slip up that had managed to escape your lips.

Luckily for you, Iwaizumi took your slip up as an indication of how sleepy you are already.

"Mhm, but you can barely speak without slurring your words. I'll be home tomorrow already and then we can talk as much as you want to. Does that sound good?"

You pouted slightly before nodding, knowing full well that he was right. Plus, staying up too late isn't good for a pregnant woman.

"Goodnight, angel. I love you."

"Night, Haji. Love you too." You smiled at the screen sleepily before finally ending the call.

Just like what Iwaizumi said, you headed straight to sleep with a hand on your lower belly, the idea of soon being in the arms of your husband helping you relax as you let yourself fall asleep.

When morning came, you woke up early, too excited for the arrival of Iwaizumi and how he's going to react with the news.

It was almost 11 in the morning when the front door finally opened, Iwaizumi's exhausted look greeting you as soon as he entered.

He placed his bags down before meeting you halfway in the living room, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist to pull you into him. Iwaizumi then buried his head to the crook of your neck, breathing you in for a few moments before finally kissing your lips.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss breathlessly, half lidded eyes staring up at your husband as you took in his features.

"I'm home," he whispered with his forehead resting against yours and his lips still ghosting over your own.

"Welcome home, Haji." You gave him one last peck before pulling away, giggling as Iwaizumi let out a small whine of complain.

"I bought you a welcome home gift," you said as you signaled him to sit on the couch. "Wait here."

As you went to get the box, Iwaizumi couldn't help but smile. He basically just arrived and here you are, already spoiling him and showering him with your affection.

You settled yourself on his lap, body facing sideways with the box resting on top of your legs. Handing him the gift, you smiled excitedly as he took it from you. "Hope you like it, hubbie."

You watched him slowly unwrap the ribbon, his eyes glancing at you for a brief second before opening the box.

Iwaizumi's eyesbrow shot up as he stared at the small fabric inside. It resembled his former highschool jersey but this one was a onesie version, the bold lettering of his surname present on the back with the same number.

You stared at him as he took the onesie in fascination and you couldn't stop yourself from giggling as you basically watched the wheels spinning inside his head.

"Babe?" Iwaizumi said as he turned his attention on you, a hopeful look present on his face.

You simply hummed at him and titled on your head a little to the side.

"I-" Iwaizumi paused for a moment and looked down at the box once again, finally taking notice of the small card inside. He took the piece of paper and his eyes immediately watered at what was written on it.

Welcome home, daddy.

"Are you...are you pregnant?" he asked expectantly, eyes skimming over your features before it dropped down to your covered belly.

The moment you muttered a simple "Yes," Iwaizumi instantly stood up, his hands holding your legs to keep you from falling.

The action caused you to let out a small squeal before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Oh, Haji. Don't cry," you cooed as you saw tears streaming down your husband's face. You wiped his tears with your hand before placing a kiss on his lips.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he whispered before placing you down on your feet, one arm settling on the small of your back, refusing to let go.

"Yes, you are," you said with a loving tone before resting your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat making you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of finally being in his arms.

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a/n: i want iwaizumi, 27, athletic trainer, to embrace me with his big, strong arms 😌 dont we all?

[softomi]

Catfish

prompt: mother says to be wary of people you meet on the internet, especially since you never know who’s on the other side of the screen. 

pairing: atsumu x reader

the unpaid extras: osamu, suna

general taglist: @graykageyama

Osamu liked to mess with his brother and lately he’s been planning the largest prank. It originally wasn’t supposed become a huge thing, but then Suna just kept edging him on; adding more things one by one and it just spiraled. Osamu was catfishing Atsumu with your pictures.

Now, Osamu knows that it sounds bad but technically you were in on the prank. You had never met nor even knew Atsumu, heck, you didn’t even know who Osamu was. You had been part of the prank merely through text messages and the occasional meet up with Suna.

To put it simply, Suna met you through one of his teammates; coincidentally you ended up in one of his classes and the two of you built a tiny friendship. Which was why, when Suna was thinking of the perfect person to catfish Atsumu with; your face lit up in his head.

You were the perfect candidate, exactly Atsumu’s type literally to a tee. When Suna pulled up your contact, the first thing he did was offer to pay you. Every picture you sent used for the prank, he’ll send you cash through an app and as a broke college student who needed cash fast, you agreed as long as the photos weren’t used for anything weird or sexual. He made sure to send you proof of each photo in use.

This brings it all back to dear Osamu catfishing his brother. He had created an entirely new Instagram for you, complete using your name and a cute description that him and Suna had spent two hours thinking of. They decided to even spend a few days perfecting it, posting pictures a few days apart with captions, following random groups, liking posts, essentially creating a whole new personality using your photos. Osamu had even developed a fake occupation for you; a foodie blogger to which some posts were dedicated to food reviews for restaurants Osamu deemed worthy of a post.

And when Osamu says that the prank spiraled; it fucking spiraled. Originally it started with Suna and Osamu following the account, suddenly Suna’s teammates began following the account. Osamu made the mistake of tagging Onigirl Miya in one of your photos, ultimately adding a few random people to follow the account. Suddenly after two weeks of having the account, you gained over two thousand follows.

It was no worries though, because Osamu can quickly catfish Atsumu, take down the account, and call it all good.

Safe to say, Atsumu accepted the friend request rather quickly. Osamu and Suna snicker to themselves, it took Atsumu less than five minutes to accept and he was already liking all of your photos. Not even ten minutes pass and he’s sliding into the DM’s.

The two men looking at the phone and burst into laughter. They spend five minutes cackling at Atsumu’s random ‘hey’ message that followed with a smiling emoji.

Osamu was absolutely entertained, it was hilarious that his own brother had fallen for his catfish and honestly, Osamu was ready to give up the act after three days but then Atsumu said something that just really pissed him off. He doesn’t remember what it was, he just suddenly ended up two more weeks later still having the fake Instagram account and still having Atsumu believe that he was falling in love with some girl.

Somehow the account ended up with over five thousand followers, Atsumu messages the account religiously, and Osamu for some godly reason is still managing the account three months later. It’s spiraled.

“I have a girlfriend!” Atsumu doesn’t know why his friend and brother are laughing. He’s scrolling through your Instagram, the catfish Instagram.

Osamu almost chokes on his food, “So what, have you guys gone on a date? Have you even seen her in real life?” Suna snorts into his drink, he coughs when he accidentally inhales the water sharply.

Atsumu slumps in his seat, his voice small, “No, but we talk every day and she likes me!”

Suna is coughing even harder now, tears threatening to leave his eyes to the point that he excuses himself to the bathroom. Osamu has a shit eating grin on his face, “How do you know she’s actually not some old dude catfishing you?”

“She’s not!” Atsumu stutters, “She’s real!”

“Prove it.”

Osamu was about to learn a harsh lesson about the world; the world loves to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Atsumu leans forward, an eerie grin on his lips, “Happily.” Atsumu whips out his phone, quickly presses a number and holds the phone to his ear. He holds a finger up to his brother, even gesturing for the returning Suna to remain quiet. The phone picks up, “Hey babe, you wanna meet me here at Onigiri Miya?” Atsumu looks at the watch on his wrist, “Twenty minutes? Perfect.”

Osamu’s believing his brother is bluffing. There was no way in hell he’d be able to somehow magically bring the catfish to life, heck, Atsumu would be a god if suddenly he could. Thirty minutes pass, Osamu is exchanging looks with Suna. It’s absolutely silent between the three.

Osamu is suddenly feeling guilty, Suna is uncomfortable to the point that he’s even texting you to make sure you weren’t actually coming, and you confirmed with him that you weren’t.

“Should we tell him?” Osamu whispers when another five minutes pass.

Suna is deadpanned, “I don’t know, we’re kind of reaching a sad territory now. Let’s just break up with him and ghost him.”

Osamu groans, “But do we want to deal with a sad Atsumu, I’ll take getting my ass kicked over him crying in my apartment.”

The door chimes and their jaws smack the floor. You walked through the door, eyes roaming the place before landing on the three huddled into the corner. Is he a fucking god? Atsumu stands from his seat, he meets you halfway, pulling you into a heartfelt kiss that has you swooning.

The closer you approach with Atsumu’s arm around your shoulder, the more they truly begin to believe that Atsumu is a god.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend.” This time it’s Atsumu who has a shit-eating grin, “Ain’t she a beauty, the pictures don’t do her justice.”

It takes everything in Osamu to not scream, “But, you said you’d never even met her before.”

Atsumu gazes into your eyes, hearts practically floating above his head, “I mean I guess technically this is our first-time meeting, right?”

You nod, a puppy like expression on your face, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. You must be Osamu.” You point to him then your fingers drag to the other male, “Suna.”

“Oh.” Suna sits straight up, “Oh!” He catches the glint in your eyes, the conniving little minx of a look. Suna was no longer calm, “We’ve been double crossed!”

There’s screaming, fingers are being pointed at each other, Atsumu is gripping Osamu by the neck of his shirt, Suna is literally calling your phone to make sure that it’s actually you, Osamu is pulling his brother’s hair. The customers of the restaurant stare with their jaws dropped at the scene.

Everyone is squished into Osamu’s small office. Suna is sitting on the desktop, Osamu in his chair, Atsumu in the spare seat, and you lean on the arm of Atsumu’s chair. His arm dangles around your waist, pulling you to lean on him with a cheery grin.

Atsumu leans forward, taking in the expressions of the two bewildered boys, “I guess let’s start at the beginning.”

While the story technically began three months ago with Suna asking for your cooperation, the story of you and Atsumu began two months ago.

The extra cash from all the pictures you sent Suna was giving you enough to be able to go out and live a little on the weekends. Originally the bar was dead, you and your friends were tucked into the corner in a booth when a rowdy bunch of men came in. Your friends gasped having recognize them as members of a sports team and with their excitement, they must have won a game.

It didn’t affect your group that much until it came to split ways; being in your last year of university, you excused yourself, insisting that you needed to go home to finish a project. As you stood at the register, card tapping against the counter, that was when he showed up.

At this point, Atsumu had spent the past hour believing the gods were on his side. He practically walked by your table ten times just to make sure the face matched the one in his instagram’s DM. After forty minutes of the constant back and forth, your quick gazes at him walking by the table seem to do nothing. Were you unable to recognize him?

He took his shot watching you stand alone at the counter. He finishes off his drink and smoothly strides to you.

“Hey!” Atsumu leans on the counter, flashing a smile despite alcohol dripping from the side of his mouth, “Wouldn’t you consider this fate?” He gestures between the both of you.

You’re confused, shooting him a puzzled gaze, “Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.” You hand the card to the worker, anxiously eyeing the male who’s increasingly invading your space.

Atsumu places a hand on the small of your back, it was something Instagram you had mentioned you liked, instead it triggered a fight or flight. Your hand makes harsh contact with his cheek, he retracts his hand immediately.

“Don’t touch me!” You bark at him, “Perv.” You’re aggressively signing the receipt, storming out of the door while other men seem to ooh at Atsumu’s situation.

“Hey!” Atsumu catches your figure outside of the bar, you’re waving a hand to catch a cab, “I think we got off on the wrong foot there.”

You don’t give him a second glance, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Atsumu.” He stands right in front of you, blocking your sights for a cab. He’s got the widest smile on his face as he holds out a hand, “Miya Atsumu. Volleyball player. Setter for the Black Jackals.”

“Okay.” You run a hand through your hair, oddly taking his hand into a shake while eyeing him, “Miya Atsumu, volleyball player, setter for the Black Jackals.”

You step to the side, arm out still trying to catch a taxi but he blocks your way once more and he looks at you with such wonder. His eyes practically having stars coming out and his smile warm and inviting. He was wondering if you were a twin, maybe he had actually gotten the wrong person.

“You are?”

The wind is causing your hair to blow in your face, he wants to so bad to brush the strands behind your ears but the way you gave him a slap earlier makes him think that’s a bad idea. Your fingers pull your hair back, “Y/n. I don’t have a fancy title like yours but, I guess I don’t know, senior to be graduating at the university.” You sidestep him once more, “I’m just trying to catch a cab home.”

Once more he blocks your way and you look at him with defeat. He was persistent. He laughs, “Sorry, last time, but do you not know me?”

You’re still as confused as ever, “Look if you’re going to pull some cheesy line about seeing me before, it’s not going to work.”

“Wait, just hold on a second.” Atsumu pulls out his phone, his fingers are shaking as he presses onto the app. He pulls up your profile, handing you his cell phone, “This is you isn’t it?!”

Your eyes scan the social media page, your mouth falling open, there’s a hidden laugh itching in your throat. These were all the picture you had taken for Suna and somehow, you’re being shown by a stranger your fake profile.

“We’ve been messaging for like a month, I can’t believe you don’t recognize me.”

I don’t recognize you because I’m not the one talking to you.

You’re perplexed, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, if you told him he’s being catfished you’d lose the flow of side cash you’ve developed but if you didn’t, isn’t that just wrong. And the more you look at him from under the stars, he’s rather cute; you suddenly feel bad for slapping his face earlier.

“Do you want to get some coffee?”

Your offer sends him over the moon, he’s walking alongside you to the nearest convenience; Atsumu is rather talkative, bringing up topics of everything and anything that comes to his mind. As the two of you look over drink options in the cooler, his hands pull two cans of black coffee.

“You’re favorite right?” He holds one out to you.

Your actively smiling, biting your lower lip and wondering if you needed to play along with the role but as he stares at you with such adoring eyes, it makes your heart skip a beat just taking in the fact that he would remember something trivial over text.

“Actually.” You place the drink back, opting for a sweeter caramel macchiato, “I would say that this is my favorite.”

Atsumu quirks a brow, “Are you saying you were lying to me?” He places a hand over his heart, “And here I thought we were soulmates.”

Your hand smacks against his arm, “Shut up.”

“So what are you studying for?” Atsumu sips his drink, the two of you leaning against the windows of the convenience store. There’s a slight sway in his body and you’ve unknowingly followed his movements.

“Literature. Once I graduate, an internship is probably where I’ll start but I’m hoping I can get hired into a publishing company.” He’s comfortable to be with and you aren’t sure if it’s because he thinks he knows you or because his presence is just like that; comfortable.

Atsumu finishes off his canned beverage, “And you do that, all on top of running a foodie Instagram.”

From what you gathered on a quick skim of the account; they have your occupation as a lower level food blog; it’s rather funny. You can only nod to him, “It’s just a side hobby really.”

“Well maybe I could join you on one of your little adventures.”

You try to suppress the immense grin that wants to grow on your lips, there’s an internal battle happening of whether you should tell him or not but once again, the way he looks at you, the cute doe eyed look; it puts butterflies in your stomach.

“How about tomorrow?” He lets out a small gasp, your hands pull out your cell phone and offer it to him, “Your number?”

“I’m free for lunch, just text me when and where.”

You press the number he’s inserted into his contact; in a second his cell rings and he’s showing off his screen, “Don’t message me on Instagram though, I’m detoxing from social media for a bit. Just, text my number.”

He walks you to the curb, helping you flag down a cab, and you give him one last gleeful glance before getting into the car. As you sit, you’re quick to dial Suna’s number. You know he’s probably sleeping but the light feeling in your heart overrides his sleep schedule.

“What?” He’s groaning.

“Suna listen to me carefully. The prank that you guys are doing.” You hear a small snore, “Suna!” He jolts awake and you groan, “You know what, go back to sleep.”

“Thanks.” He hangs up immediately.

Your phone dings, Atsumu’s name pops up. Can’t wait for our date. You bite on your thumb, a smile on you before you respond.

Although having just seen him forty minutes ago, you two text back and forth. First he wondered if you arrived home safe, next he sent pictures of himself insisting it’s for you to choose for his icon, then he proceeds to narrate his way home. You wonder if you’re responding like catfish you but the more he brings up random topics, the more you forget about that stupid prank.

Wait let me call you.

Your heart beats faster, your phone lighting up with his name. You press the answer button slowly, “Hello?” You giggle.

“You’re telling me that you like spikers more than setters.” His voice is nearly screaming and you lean back on your chair laughing into the phone.

The quick research you did on his team had you watching short videos, and while you had to admit it was amazing to watch, your eyes drifted more to one of his teammates than him, “What’s his name?” You lean to look at your computer screen, “Bokuto Koutarou?”

“No!” He’s whining out into the air, “If I had known you were a spiker girl I would have changed positions.”

Your eyes catch the time on your laptop, “Woah. It’s three in the morning.” That meant you had spent over four hours total texting him and now you were on the phone with him, “What are you doing awake?”

He blows out a breath of air, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well.” You draw out the word, dragging your self to your bed, “I’m going to go to sleep now.” There’s a pause on the line, “Atsumu?” He hums tiredly, “Good night.”

There’s a small snore from him before he shifts around, “Good night.”

The morning light urges you awake, for a second you peak at your phone’s time and it nears ten in the morning. You’re about to throw your phone back onto the bedside table until Atsumu’s name catches your eye. For having gone to bed at three a.m. he shot you a text at seven.

Morning beautiful.

It was sweet, simple, and it made you smile; giving you the extra push to get out of bed. You stalked your own catfish page, there hadn’t seemed to be any updates so there was still time. A quick search of the internet has you picking out a random restaurant nearby and you send off a text to Atsumu about a meeting time.

You were late, pushing through the doors of the restaurant, your eyes scan the place to see him raise a hand for you. He’s dashingly handsome despite being in casual wear, you wonder if he spent time like you did just trying to pick out an outfit or if he spent forever gelling his hair as long as you tried to get your strands into the perfect waves.

“Sorry, did you wait long?” You pull into the seat in front of him.

He’s smiling and you hope to god that when you break the news to him, he’ll still smile for you, “I just got here not too long ago too.” He looks over the menu quickly, “What do you think you’ll get?”

You inspect each dish, a light hum on you as you dance around the option, “The spaghetti sounds nice.”

Atsumu tilts his head, “It has red meat in it.” You stare blankly at him, “Aren’t you allergic to red meat?”

“Oh.” You set the menu down, “Actually.” He follows your actions, you’ve become nervous at what you’re suddenly about to do, “There’s something you should know.”

“Fuck this!” Atsumu throws the napkin on the table, you jump as he harshly stands, throwing the chair back.

“Atsumu.” You stand.

“No! Don’t. Were you just messing with me then? Did Osamu tell you I was going to be at the bar last night?” Atsumu’s fist ball, “You know what, whatever.”

“Wait.” You follow him behind, “Atsumu. I’m sorry.”

He harshly turns to you, god, even in sunlight you were beautiful to him. He wants to laugh, the month he spent talking to the fake you; yeah that was all bullshit to him but honestly when he saw you last night, when he spent over four hours actually talking to you; he actually felt that maybe this could be something deeper.

“I’m really sorry, I know I should have said something right away.” You have a soft pout on you and it makes him outwardly groan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “Okay, it’s fine. I probably deserved this prank too anyways; must have pissed him off somehow.” He waves a hand, “You can just go back to doing whatever.”

Your hand pulls on his wrist, “I owe you a meal.” You bat your eyes with a cheeky grin, “If you take pictures of me, we can send them to Suna and use the money for our food.”

“Oh.” He begins to smile, “I like that idea.”

Back into Osamu’s office, Atsumu has now pulled you onto his lap, your head resting on his shoulder with arms hanging around his shoulders. The two bachelors stare at the sickly loving sight.

A lightbulb goes off in Suna’s head, “Wait! My money!”

You snort a laugh into Atsumu’s shoulder, “Hey, I earned that fair and square. You paid for goods.”

Osamu is having a staring contest with his brother, “So you two have been actually dating for two months? Why would you still message the catfish account then, why not just kick my ass when you found out?”

Atsumu taps a finger on his chin, “Well, I was just originally going to ghost you guys but then babe here and I discovered that we could fund all of our dates with Suna’s money. We even started setting aside leftover cash from our dates to plan a trip.”

You giggle, “We’re going to Disney next weekend.”

“All the pictures.” Suna whispers.

There’s an amused hum in your throat, “Honestly I’m surprised you guys didn’t figure it out. We were dropping hints in the photos.”

Indeed, the two males looked at the pictures you sent them. If they backtracked to two months ago, there wouldn’t be any hints but the closer they get to the present; it was painfully obvious. They were just too caught up in their excitement to even notice. In one photo, part of Atsumu’s shoulder and hair was just barely in the picture; another had his reflection vividly displayed in the window of the restaurant, and somehow Osamu and Suna missed the obvious Black Jackals jacket sitting on the back of the chair next to you.

The two boys were having a mental breakdown.

You shifted on Atsumu’s lap, leaning forward to tap against the top of Osamu’s phone, “Now, if you’d please deactivate the account since this whole charade is over.”

Osamu ended up not deleting the account. He set the account to private because seeing how his brother was so deeply entranced by you, Osamu had a feeling this one was going to last and he was right; on Atsumu’s wedding day, his little best-man speech had him whipping out the catfish Instagram to display on the monitor for everyone to see.

[mxchellesworld]

Attraction and Repulsion 

Harry Styles x Reader

Synopsis; Where Harry is too much of an asshole for a proper relationship but too good in bed for you to leave 

Warnings; mean!harry, arguments, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation, impact play, choking, 

a/n; harry styles fans come get yall juice!! ok i wont lie this kinda seems all over the place but i like it anyways. hope yall enjoy and please send some feedback:)

***

You thought it was real funny. It was absolutely hilarious how the whole world saw Harry as a sweet lad who wears big trousers and has fun nails. But you saw him for who he really was. Harry Styles was mean. Plain and simple. 

But you loved it. 

And as much as you tried to deny it, you both knew it was true. You were like magnets. When you weren’t absolutely repulsed by one another, starting an argument, you were wrapped up in each others sheets feeling the strongest attraction you’d ever felt for another person. 

You were always stuck in a limbo of back and forth. Arguments and name calling over the phone leading to quick hang ups and the eventual knock on the door signaling he was there to deal with you the only way he knew how to put you in your place. 

You were drawn to him like a moth to flame. And just like you, he was also too stubborn to admit that he’d want anyone else but you. No matter how cocky he got flaunting the fact that he could get any person in the world with just a smile and wink, he knew he’d never actually do it. 

Under all the petty acts and insults there was the smallest bit of adoration he held for you and you only. 

_ 

You had been lounging around your apartment when your phone chimed. It was one of your girlfriends sending you a link to a newspaper article. You hadn’t bothered to look at the title on the message before clicking on it and seeing the large cover photo on your screen. 

Right there Harry and some model getting cozy after his last show. Big bold letters on the teen magazine reading ‘HARRY STYLES AND NEW BAE???’. You audibly scoffed. 

It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend so you couldn’t really do much about it, you thought ignoring the small sting in your chest. Shaking off the feeling you skimmed the rest of the article then replied to the message, “she is kinda hot, maybe he’ll give me her number lol” 

With that you threw your phone on the other side of the couch and started to get up. It was 3pm a little too early in your book to start drinking at home and especially too early to start letting him ruin your day. 

Maybe it was time to start looking at other people. You were hot and single, living in a big city with other hot singles, it shouldn’t be too hard for you to find someone to get in a stable relationship with or at the bare minimum a good fuck for the night. 

So you did what anyone else does and picked up your phone once again, going straight to the app store. Right on the front page was tinder and just for good measure you added bumble. Making the accounts were easy enough but selecting the pictures for your profile was tricky. You wanted a good amount of selfies and body shots. Cute pictures but also something risky enough to catch the eye. 

Soon enough you were already swiping and giggling to yourself about the future prospects you had lined up. Meanwhile in a city about a few hundred miles from you Harry was sitting with a frown on his scowl on his face in the same predicament you were in earlier that day. 

He was in his hotel room packing up and getting ready to head back home when his phone chimed. He looked over to see if it was his manager or someone from crew with any updates on departure times however it was one of his close friends. 

At first he was expecting a sports update or an invitation to go to a bar when he got back but instead it was a screenshot of your tinder profile. When had you gotten that? he thought to himself. 

It wasn’t like he could get mad since he knew he didn’t treat you the best. But that was just your dynamic, deep down you both cared for each other and even then it made for the best sex of his life. 

Looking back down at the glowing screen he swiped through the few screenshots he was sent. Various pictures of you out with friends. The one that got him was a picture of you in the bathtub, your body was covered by the porcelain yet just enough of your chest just was showing in the mirror as you gave the camera your best sultry look. 

Yet the real kicker was the bio where you included him in your top artists. He scoffed and shook his head, biting his lip as he clicked out from the messages app. Instead he called up his manager to get him on the fastest plane back home. If the blood wasn’t rushing to his face he knew he’d be hard as a rock but for now he’d save that frustration for when he saw you. 

_

You knew tinder hookups were easy to get but you didn’t know just how easy. After spending the day scrolling away, putting your phone down for food and subtle chores you landed a ‘date’, which you really knew was ‘lets get tacos before we fuck on my couch’. 

You had planned to meet at 8pm at some restaurant by your house. At 6:30 you started to get ready slowly, taking your time in the shower, shaving, the works. You had your music connected to a speaker getting yourself excited for the night. 

Who wouldn’t be? You needed this. This was your time to get all dolled up and get to cum from someone other than yourself or the man who makes the vein in your forehead pop when you think about him. 

You put on your sweet smelling lotion and head to your closet looking for an outfit. It was starting to get warm so you settled for a black t-shirt dress that fell to mid thigh with tan heeled booties. You pulled out a jean jacket to put on top in case it was windy.

After finishing your hair and makeup, it was nearing 7:30 and you were back on your couch fixing up the pillows and picking up any misplaced items in case the night led you back to your place. Suddenly you heard a knock on your door, the same hard 3 rasps which only meant one person. 

Your heels clicked on the hard wood as you made your way to the door, unlocking it and opening it halfway, “What do you want Harold,” you said unamused. 

“You look pretty,” he said pushing past you, ignoring the annoyance in your tone. 

“Wish I could say the same about you. Now what do you want? I’m busy and I have to leave soon,” you said rolling your eyes. 

He took a seat on your previously neat couch, spreading his legs and putting his arms up on the back. The way he looked you up and down sent chills up your spine, “What did you get a date that quick? The internet works wonders doesn’t it love”, he said rolling his neck. 

“How did you know abo- actually I don’t care. As a matter of fact I do have a date and I’m meeting him soon so if you don’t mind leaving,” you said picking up your jacket and purse, “Why don’t you call that one girl from your show? She probably misses you.” 

He let out a short laugh before pushed on his knees to stand back up, “Ah I see what this is. You’re jealous and you think going on a little date with some nobody would hurt me.” The cockiness was just seeping out of him. 

“Pull your head out of your a-,” you started before he cut you off. 

“No no you’re gonna listen to me angel. We may not be together but you belong to me. No one else can ever touch you or fuck you as well as I can,” he said leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

It was almost sad how easily he could have you crumbling. Just then your phone dinged. It was a message from the guy, Danny? You couldn’t remember at this point. 

“Answer it sweatpea, tell him you can’t make it.” 

You were really debating it. On one side this could be your chance to finally tell Harry to fuck off but on the other you knew it would be hard to replace him and you weren’t even sure you completely wanted to. That was a whole other layer of emotions to dig through. 

You looked back up at Harry, one of his curls falling into his eyes which were filled with lust. The way his tongue peeked out to slip over his pink lips gave you the answer you needed. 

“Fuck,” you whispered unlocking your phone. Quickly you typed out a half ass apology about your sister needing you to babysit, even though she lived out of state, he didn’t need to know. 

After you hit send your phone was quickly plucked from your grasp and pushed into Harry’s pocket. You didn’t think much about it when his lips pressing onto yours was acting as a great distraction. 

He pulled away lightly mumbling a “taste like strawberries”. If you weren’t so turned on you would’ve giggled. 

You moaned into his mouth pulling him by his loose button up shirt into your bedroom. It was a routine you had almost perfected at this point with little stumbling or need to grab onto the walls as a guide to make sure neither of you hit any corners. 

Your lips never left each others in the feverish mess of kisses. Each one making you grow needier and needier. Your fingers worked quickly in trying to get the buttons on his shirt undone. You felt his warm ones wrap around yours halting your movements. 

“Not so fast, you think I’m gonna let you off easy for what you did today?” 

You huffed out, “You did the same-”, again he cut you off. 

“I get to do whatever I want because you know who I am,” he finished trailing his thumb over your bottom lip, slowly tugging it down. All you could do was nod. 

“Say it then.” 

“Harry Styles,” you whispered out. 

You could see his pupils get bigger with each syllable. It was his favorite thing, the power, the dominance. He got off on his own name. But so did you, the thought alone made you clench your thighs as you were in the moment. 

His hand came up and tapped on your cheek, a small implication of what you knew he could do, “You’re gonna have to be louder than that lovie. Don’t worry though I’ll let you try again later.”

He backed you up until your legs hit the bed, pushing you down. You slowly crawled back, pulling your jacket and dress off as he worked on his belt and pants. You made quick work of kicking off your boots and settled into the plush sheets. 

“Hurry up Styles. I think Danny could’ve made me cum at least twice now,” you said sliding a hand down to your panties. That move would bite you in the ass but the risk was worth it. 

You let out gasps at the touch of your fingertips, moving your hips, doing anything to put on a show and hopefully have him give you what you wanted quicker. 

He eagerly got on the bed, trapping you under his knees. His hands quickly ripped yours away from where you needed them most, pinning them over your head. He leaned down, face inches from yours until you shared the same breathe. 

“You just want to be punished don’t you? Don’t worry I’ll help you get it through that stupid little slutty brain of yours,” he finished with a sadistic smile. 

You nodded frantically moaning out pleases. His hand came down on your cheek, the chill of his rings pressed against the now warm skin on your face. His nails raked down until his hand was snuggly hugging your neck. 

You tilted your head back giving him more room to squeeze and mark as he pleased, “Please Harry, want you to fuck me already.” 

He tutted his lips giving your neck one last squeeze before he pulled away. “I think we should work on your patience,” he said moving down to your spread legs. 

His warm hands pulled on the lace fabric on your hips, scoffing at the visible wet patch, “Don’t tell me this was all for old Danny-boy.” 

“No Harry its all for you,” you mewled as he let his fingers swipe through your folds. It was evil how he was leisurely propped up between your legs teasingly circling your aching bud, switching between blowing on it and nipping at it. 

You already felt the tears springing in the corners of your eyes. So little was doing so much. Just a little more and you could cum right then and there. And he knew it too. 

“Oh you better not cum. I’m not gonna be very forgiving if you do,” he trailed off almost laughing. He never let up, quick circles on your bud making your body tense up. 

“Ple- no.. oh god Harry,” you whined out. You felt your juices gushing out of you as you reached your peak. He never let up on his motions, going even faster on your overstimulated clit. 

“God you’re so pathetic. Such a whore you just had to cum,” he punctuated with a slap right on your pussy. 

At this point you were sobbing. Your head was swimming in the pleasure. You tried to apologize but the words weren’t coming together, just broken whimpers and mixes of sorry’s. 

His hand came down on your sensitive cunt two more times, each one had you trying to close your legs but he was quick to keep them open with a bruising grip. 

“Please.. Harry.”

“Please what?” he said taking in your shivering frame.

“Please fuck me! Want you to cum inside me, mark me so everyone knows i’m yours!” you spoke out breathlessly.

Quickly he flipped your over, pulling your hips up so that your pussy was on display for him. He groaned as he swiped the tip of his weeping pink cock over your already puffy folds.

With a long stroke he filled you completely. Your nerves were on fire and he hadn’t even started. His rough hands grabbed onto your hips for leverage on his thrusts.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Such a good little whore just for me to ruin,” he gritted out. He kept a steady pace, quick and deep making sure to hit your sweet spot each time.

Your nails were digging into the pillows for dear life. Eyes shut closed as your mouth fell in silent screams and jumbled phrases of pleasure. The only thing on your mind was HarryHarryHarry.

“Wanna cum again.. oh my god.. Plesse Harry fill me up! I need to feel it,” you said arching your back further. You felt each vein slide along your spongy walls making sure to clench around him and milk him for all he was worth.

His grip on your never let up. He let his hand come down on your ass cheek. Once again the rings contrasting the heat radiating off of you, “That’s it cum for me baby. I want you to scream my name when you do. Can you do that love? Shit , tell me who fucks you this good? Who’s cum do you want spilling inside you?”

You all but screamed a “Harry Styles” letting your neighbors know just who was with you that night, nights before, and nights to come.

The sweet noises and screams of his name had Harry’s cock pulsing inside you, ready to burst at any moment.

One look down at where you connected and he was sent right to heaven. Your cute little pussy creaming right on his cock had him shooting his load deep inside you.

You both gasped and groaned at the feeling of him filling you to the brim. He stilled his motions and you all but collapsed onto your bed.

You felt him lean down once again, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before whispering, “You think Danny could’ve done that?”