#the fact that it’s on the black box tho
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Oh yeah I just noticed this on twitter!
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WHAT DOES IT MEAN
A new heartless with the motif of the heart splitting!!!
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#split heart#like yeah something something Sora’s heart splitting but why is this symbol everywhere#Is it depicting something from the book of prophecies?#or something that already happened?#the fact that it’s on the black box tho#says to me either it’s something from the BoP aka about Sora’s heart breaking or whatever from kh3#or it has something to do with something that happened in the past prob about the xblade breaking#splitting into light and dark#The Wedge
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Oh y'all are sharing Spotify Wrappeds? Oh sure here's mine. I'm still waiting on my actual year-end list though. Yeah I'm making a homebrew year-end chart. Yeah it won't be ready for another 24 days. Yeah I use homegrown weekly data points harvested from local scrobble aggregators. Wait where did everyone go
#bulletbilltime rambling#spotify wrapped#every year everyone gets so hyped about the spotify wrapped and I'm internally just like#ah yes. the first of 4 year end charts.#like some sort of villain collecting mcguffins 😭#like people are sharing that exact same joy that I am; which is looking back on a year of music listening#but bc I'm a fucking nerd about it I just kinda feel isolated#I know there are communities dedicated to personal charts out there so like I know I'm not alone in doing stuff like this#I just find it so satisfying to make a chart every week and then check in every so often to see how the year's shaking out!#and I try my darnedest to not spoil myself too much on the actual placements#so that when the final chart is done I can make a big reveal out of it and find out where everything landed#(tho this year I kinda spoiled myself a bit on the Q3 year-to-date BUT it's still better than nothing!)#spotify wrapped kinda does this but it's this weird black box to me in terms of data. plus it doesn't count local files.#which is an issue when my most listened song this year was one lol#not to mention it only being january-october data#I still like seeing mine tho! in fact I'm about to write down all the songs in my wrapped so I can compare it at the end of the month#with my own scoring system & crownnote's year end (a site I upload my charts to) & last.fm's final results#they always have fun divergences!#spotify apparently is more based on minutes you spend with a song?#while last.fm is strictly plays based#then my own personal charts' system gives a view of which songs had longer lasting impact rather than immediate flare outs#and crownnote's does the same but weighs higher positions more heavily#and that combined kinda gives an interesting view of the year!!#Spotify always has the wildest picks too which end up in none of the other lists#I find these data points so engaging!!!!#I wish others found them as engaging as I do :(#I need to ramble about music charts and have nobody who actively wants to listen aaaaaaaa#the post is stored in the tags
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What did Thanos think of Vilgax's rise to power?
I think he simply watched carefully from afar, gauging just how much of a threat he really would be. They never actually clashed, so it's hard to say just how much damage Vilgax could've done (but he certainly wouldn't have won without the support he was trying to subjugate to his side), but I think Thanos respected the attempt, at least.
By the time Vilgax became the Conqueror we know and love, Thanos was far from the irate warlord he'd faced on Vilgaxia. He'd...matured, so to speak, grown to accept his quest as a tragic but necessary evil. I think Thanos respects, on a very basic level, the sheer determination it takes for someone to directly oppose him, even if they have little chance of stopping a Decimation. He feels sad, because they can't see the "gift" he's giving them for what it is, but he "understands" that it's not a "boon" you can understand until after it's given. Thanos sees himself as a father figure doing something undesirable to the "children" of the Milky Way that they will someday come to understand and appreciate.
#ask box#kryptonverse#anon ask#nevermind the fact that no one's actually appreciated it yet#in roughly 800 years#can't reason with crazy tho#anyway if their showdown had taken place now#instead of when Thanos was starting out#Thanos wouldn't bomb Vilgaxia from orbit#he wouldn't stop the culling either mind you#but he would keep the fight going until one of them died#and let the Decimation continue as long as possible#hoping that the Black Order will continue his crusade
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taking requests, angel? if so...
I saw some Kathryn gifs and an idea came to me: Agatha, after a long and exhausted working week, asks female reader to have a date, but the date is on their house because Agatha is too tired to go out. Reader is happy, tho, because her love language is quality time and physical contact. Something like a dinner, maybe, idk... so they end up having a very lovely time together, cuddling on the sofa until they fall asleep. Smut or not in the end, it's up to you... but I'd love to read something cute from you:( I don't know if that's okay...
if you're not taking requests, I totally understand that! I don't want to bother you.
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Fun fact, this is my first time writing something that's not meant to build up to sexy times! Also the fluffiest thing I've ever written so hopefully it's good!
Home is where the heart is
A change of plans in your date night with Agatha leads to a confession.
Word count: 1200
Warnings: fluff, softness
Still on for dinner and a movie tonight?
It’s the text you sent your girlfriend, Agatha, an hour ago and she still hasn’t responded. This usually isn’t like her, but you know how busy work can get. And you know how tough the last week had been on her, but you were really looking forward to spending this Friday night with her.
The two of you had been dating for three months now and it always seemed like the older woman wanted to do something, whether it be going to a nice restaurant or mini-golfing or painting pottery. Like tonight, Agatha is supposed to take you to the newest spot in town that just opened up and then you were going to see Corpse Bride as it was playing again in theaters.
You would never complain about any of this, but you’re a little worried that Agatha thinks that you need all of this to hang out with her.
A text from Agatha buzzes finally. Doll, I’m so sorry. You frown and pick your phone up, afraid she’s going to cancel. I’m so exhausted from work, how would you feel just coming over tonight for something chill? I can order pizza.
You breathe a sigh of relief and type back. I would love that! See you later. You almost finish the text with a ‘Love you’ but neither of you had said it yet and you were sure as hell not going to say it over the phone for the first time.
You also weren’t sure how Agatha felt. She was older and you weren’t exactly sure what she saw in you. She was beautiful and confident and wealthy and could have anyone she wanted, and yet she chose you.
A part of you deep down is perturbed that this is just a fling for her. It would crush you if that’s what it was.
But you bury that insecurity somewhere dark inside you and you get ready for date night.
Since you’re not doing anything special, you opt for a comfy purple sweater and black leggings. You do put on lacy underwear just in case Agatha’s in the mood, but you are totally content if not.
You just want to spend time with your girlfriend.
You get to her house right at six, which was when you were supposed to meet anyway, and you only have to wait a second after ringing the doorbell for Agatha to appear.
“Hey, baby,” she says, stepping to the side so you can enter. She’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top, hair loose, but she’s never looked more beautiful. You press a cheek to her kiss and she hums happily and follows you into the kitchen. “Sorry to cancel our plans at the last minute, I’m just so tired.”
“No worries at all,” you reassure her, opening the pizza box that’s already on the counter. It’s your favorite kind and you put two pieces on a plate and grab a beer. She does the same and leads you over to the couch where you sit on opposite sides facing each other. “Everything okay?” You ask once you’re both settled.
She sighs dramatically and her head flops back against the couch. You laugh and nudge her with your foot.
Agatha looks back at you, mirth sparkling in her eyes. “It was just a rough week, hon. Lots of people bothering me, asking stupid questions they should know the answers to, following up on emails that they haven’t responded to. And I had to work late those couple nights.”
You frown. “I’m sorry. You work so hard and no one seems to give you the credit you deserve.” You take a bite of your pizza and chew it thoughtfully, wondering what else you can say. You know she’s been really busy and you’ve hardly seen her at all this week.
But she leans forward and pats your thigh. “But this has certainly helped.”
You raise an eyebrow. “The pizza and beer?” You ask innocently, fishing for more. She rolls her eyes fondly, knowing how much validation you like.
“And the company, hon. You’re pretty great, you know?”
You smile and squirm with contentment. “You are too, Aggie. I’m always happy to just sit on your couch and talk. I just want to spend time with you, no matter what we’re doing.”
She smiles gratefully. “Me too, baby. Now, how has your week been?” You launch into an animated retelling of something that happened at work and she hangs onto every word. It takes you a bit longer to tell the story in-between bites of your pizza, but her attention never wavers.
It makes you feel so warm inside how Agatha always pays attention to what you’re saying. She makes you feel so seen and you couldn’t be more lucky to have her.
Once you’re done talking and with the pizza, she puts on an episode of Modern Family, your comfort show. You lay between her legs, your back to her front, while she gently strokes your hair. You trace lazy circles on her thighs through her sweatpants and it’s absolutely perfect.
She tilts your head to the side and angles hers so she’s able to kiss you softly. It’s just a press of her lips against yours at first, but it slowly becomes more and your mouth parts for her tongue.
It’s not a needy kiss though, not a kiss meant to lead to something more, it’s a kiss full of adoration and longing and intimacy.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” Agatha murmurs against your lips.
“Not as perfect as you,” you say back and you can feel her smile against your skin.
She lets you go back to the show and wraps her arms around you. You can feel her deep breathing and you feel so safe and warm that you start to doze off.
Right before sleep takes you though, you feel her nuzzle your temple and whisper into your ear: “I love you, baby.”
Your heart leaps and you suddenly feel more awake than ever. You whirl around so fast that you almost fall off the couch. Agatha’s eyes are wide and you think you see fear in them.
“Did you just–” You start.
At the same time, Agatha says, “I’m so sorry–”
You both cut off at the same time. You smile wider than you ever have before and you move so you’re straddling her lap. You put your arms around her neck and rest your forehead against hers.
“Agatha Harkness,” you say. Her eyebrows raise. “I love you, too.”
She closes the distance between you and kisses you again, this time with more passion. You whine and try to pull her as close as you can, needing to feel her body against yours as much as you can.
“Say it again,” she says and you smirk.
“I-” You kiss her. “Love.” Another kiss. “You.” She grins and gives you a long kiss and it eventually sizzles out and the two of you are just holding each other, your chin on top of her shoulder.
“I’m so glad I cancelled our other date,” Agatha muses and you chuckle, squeezing her tighter. “Stay here with me forever, love?”
You promise that you will.
And when you both wake up in the morning in that same position, she tells you that she loves you again.
You hope she never stops saying it, because you know that you never will.
#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha harkness x reader#agatha x reader#agatha x you#agatha harkness x you#kathryn hahn x reader#agatha all along
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breasts. logan howlett x ftm!reader
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n/a: so I really thought of this cus I'm trans and i have really big tits and even though when I started transitioning I hated them, now I accepted them and I don't hurt ny body anymore slay. trigger warning of a trans man loving and embracing his tits sorry.
synopsis: because you always wear binders, logan never saw your breasts before and didn't really care, until he ran into you in the training room.
cw: smut; touching breasts, desperate grinding, afab terms use, reader parts are called hole and breasts or tits. sweaty sex; praising; slight age gap; reader is smaller than logan; wide description of reader's tits; a bit of dysphoria and transphobia; logan being animalistic; bitting with blood, a lot; reader is a wolf mutant cus why not. Logan and reader are both switches.
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Logan and you didn't talk that much, tho Logan would love to yapp about you for hours.
He would never admit the fat crush he has on you, is like everything you do is a reason for him to get excited and flustered.
It's not that you were oblivious, it's just that Logan wouldn't show that side of him to anyone. Not that he would kick his feet in bed, but he locks himself and covers his warm face in his palms until he calms down.
You were so goddamn handsome, you had beautiful hair, some juicy lips from where your adorable fangs would peek every time and a couple of eyes that made his knees shake every time you hold eye contact. God you were gorgeous.
He wanted more. He wanted to see more of you, to discover your body in his hands, he was just so desperate to have you. Like a starving puppy.
The fact that both of you were kinda animalistic should've make him get closer, tho he denied it, he couldn't, he couldn't get closer, if he did, he was gonna lose his mind the second he smelled that masculine cologne you wore for longer than two minutes.
That is until Scott, Ororo, and Jean left you two in the mansion for almost a week to go on one of those long missions. You weren't stuck with him because you had the kids and other friends, but the five of you were the ones who spent more time with each other.
Out of topic, Logan knew. Of course he did, you didn't hide it, you were proud about being trans, and you weren't afraid of saying you were. Also, you were kinda intimidating, those sharp fangs (he wanted you to bite him) and claws (he wanted you to scratch his back until bleeding) could scare anyone. But when you weren't in a feral, animalistic state, you looked like an adorable puppy, with big irises and pupils that shined every time you opened them. Thinking about it better, he had seen you more in your animalistic, feral state: your pupils getting thin, your claws getting sharper, your fangs getting longer and your hair standing on end, rather than you with... normal training clothes.
He doesn't care about your body features, he is just a naughty man that really wants to jerk off with a good image of your body.
Yeah, he is disgusting.
But he can help it, you are just so handsome in his eyes and not only he knows he could take good care of you, but also that you could be such a good man for him. His man.
Gosh he wants you. He wants you so bad. He definitely has a fat crush on you. And he is so normal about you by now that he wouldn't mind admitting it.
When Kurt told him you were training in the gym room, he didn't hesitate. He walks there, hoping to see your sweaty hair, breathing in pants, whining, and growling masculinity as you do push-ups.
But he didn't expect finding you like that.
You were punching a sack hanging in the air, the sack moving violently with every punch you gave to it. Yeah, you were growling and complaining, but he didn't expect to see you like that while the hair on your back was in sight, because you were wearing just a black sport top with your shorts and your red boxing gloves. He could see your biceps flinch and press with every hit, your hairy belly dripping sweat. Yeah. He definitely got hard by now.
You stopped and removed your gloves with your mouth. He began thinking that you knew what you were doing, teasing him, showing him how hot you knew you were, how good you could make him feel if he only had a chance.
His eyes moved down and, oh good god.
They were big. No, big is an understatement. Huge. Big breasts in your usually or unnoticeable chest. Big. Bet his hands wouldn't be able to fit them and oh did he want to find out. Bouncing. Up and down with your breath, sweating, it was an almost pornographic image. How did you managed to keep them hid this whole time?
" 's up, man?" You raised your hand to do a little handshake like you usually do with him (he manages to remember which hand touched you to then use it to jerk off).
"Hey..." He said, taking your hand, his eyes bluntly looking in his chest.
"My eyes are up here." You chuckled, your fangs peeking adorably.
How? How could you turn him on so bad and then look that cute?
"It's hard to not see." He almost sighs, like it was a hard job to stare at your breasts, what makes you laugh and makes him get even harder.
"Enjoying the view I assume." You crossed your arms under your breasts.
"Oh, you have no idea." He finally looks at you in the eye. "How did you—
"Make them unnoticeable? Baggy clothes and binders I guess, and at missions, I use a special suit that pressed them." You explain, sitting in the corner to clean your sweat a bit.
"I'm guessing you are cool about it." He says, leaning in the doorframe in front of you.
"Yeah, you could say so. I mean, I still hide them, so I guess I'm not that cool about it." You smiled, those adorable fangs showing again. "But I'm cool about showing them when it's necessary, I don't really mind. Also, they are a good sight, aren't they?"
"Oh yeah." He said without hesitation. "Great sight."
You chuckled again, and saw his hands tickling to touch, like it was a primal need, also that he was moving and accommodating himself in uncomfortableness. You stood up and got in front of him, grabbing his hands and putting them in your breasts. "What are y—"
"Maybe this could make you stay still and stop yapping about me all the time." You giggled, making him blush so freaking pathetically.
"How do you—"
"Know about it? I'm a wolf, pup, I hear you kicking your feet and jerk off all night." You laughed, but a hint of a blush got in your cheeks too. "I'm really flattered by that, really." You said gently.
His hands instinctively squeezed in your flesh, maybe wanting to hear you moan, but instead is he who moans at the feeling.
"Good?" You asked in a giggle. He nods desperately.
"Can I...?" He asked like you could know what he is talking about. Surprisingly, you do know.
"Yeah, pup, serve yourself." You gave him a sly smirk, lickings your own lips.
He moved his head down, sinking his nose in your sweaty breasts and ran his tongue through it, finally making you moan low. His hands gripped your flesh and he moved your top down to finally take the left one in his mouth, sucking it like he could gain any milk from them. He sucked your pink nipple like he was a hungry puppy, squeezing the other like he was giving him a notice in what was coming next for it.
"Gosh. Such a desperate little shit." You moan with a smile, pulling his hair out of your chest.
He was breathing in pants, his mouth half open and leaning down again to try grabbing your breast again, but you didn't allow it.
"Come on, pup, don't get all needy now, gotta save it for the big price." You moved your hands to his waist, pulling him closer with a smirk.
If you were trying to dominante him, you were being pretty successfull.
He grabbed your cheeks in his callous hands to flush you against him and kiss him hungrily, making you squeeze his waist even more. As the make out got hungrier and wilder, you pushed him against a wall with a growl and moved down to bite and suck in his neck.
"Bite harder, please." He begged, you huffed in his neck, almost a laugh.
You sank your fangs into his beautiful neck and sucked like a vampire, moaning at the feeling of your mouth full of his sweet blood. He hissed the second you sank your fangs, his hand gripped your head as he moaned louder than he would wanted to.
"God damn, bub..." He sighed of pleasure, looking how you took your teeth away.
You looked up at him, almost adorably and innocently, your fangs peeking on your bottom lip and your whole mouth and chin dripping his blood.
He pulled you in for a kiss again, now he was the one grabbing your waist and lifting you against the wall. You smiled in the kiss, almost making him go nuts as he grinded against you.
"God- you are- so- desperate, pup." You managed to say between his kisses and your gentle moans at the feeling of his bulge against your wet hole.
"Logan!" both of you heard Rouge's voice coming in. Logan quickly pulled away with his face red as a tomato and you with an animalistic grin. "Am I... interrupting?" She asked.
"Not at all." You said with a smile. "See you later, pup." You gave Logan a slight squeeze in his ass, which made him jump a bit in his place.
He was about to complain but you were already leaving, carrying your scent, taking it away from him.
But, oh, he was taking it back.
#wolverine x male reader#wolverine fanart#james logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#x men wolverine#hugh jackman wolverine#logan x reader#ftm reader#chris writes
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OK so this idea is for like Sirius its the holiday and they’re exchanging gifts well siris gift to her it’s kind of meh not a lot of thought into it. So she freaks out because her gift to Siri is like really personal after she opens up her gift she snatches his away from him and runs(of course he gets her tho) Blah blah blah cute convo turns out he had another gift but was scared to give it to her blah blah blah
Xoxo love you 💕
Thanks for requesting sweetness! I am totally tapped out of gift ideas atm so you'll have to forgive the poor gift choice in this, just imagine them as whatever you like haha
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“Come on,” you tug Sirius over to your Christmas tree by the wrist, sitting in front of it eagerly.
“I thought we were going to do gifts after the movie,” Sirius complains, letting you tug him down beside you with a reluctance you know has to be feigned. Sirius loves gifts, giving as well as getting them. You’d been just friends for years, and you’d held back from getting him anything too sappy that might reveal your humiliating mega-crush, but now that you’re dating you’ve finally given yourself permission to get him whatever you like.
“Oh, don’t bother, I know you want yours already,” you tease, fishing it out from under the tree and setting the box in front of him. The resistance doesn’t completely fade from Sirius’ expression, but he gives you a small smile.
“Fine, I’ll be generous,” he says. “You can open yours first.”
You grin at him, leaning over to kiss him on the lips and marveling at the fact that you can. “Thanks! I’m so excited.”
“I can tell,” he jokes, somewhat quieter than usual. It nettles at something in your nervous system, but you ignore it for now, taking the tissue paper out of the little bag with an enthusiasm you can’t bother to be embarrassed about.
You peer in, and it’s all you can do to keep the smile plastered on your face when you see what’s inside. “Candies,” you say, imbuing your voice with as much pep as you can manage. “Wow, I’ll be well fed this year. Thanks, Siri!” You can’t stand to stay under his gaze a second longer, swooping in for another kiss. It feels stilted and awkward.
“They’re your favorites,” he says with a tentative little smile. “I thought I’d better stock you up.”
“You’re a genius.” You grin, unwrapping one of the candies and popping it in your mouth. “Mm, thank you, honey.”
“Course.” He looks down at his present, starting to fiddle with the ribbon. “My turn, I guess.”
Your heart turns to stone, dropping all the way to your stomach with a dull thud. “Actually,” your voice squeaks a bit as you reach forward, taking your gift back, “I think I gave you the wrong one.” You start looking under the tree, trying to find a replacement that won’t be too sorely missed.
Sirius brow puckers. “Really? It had my name on it.”
“No, I think this one is for Mary—”
“Babe, I saw my name right there.” He leans over you, taking the present from where you’ve stowed it in your lap. “See? Right on the top.”
Your blood rushes in your ears, which is ridiculous, this is Sirius, you’ve known him for years, you shouldn’t be nervous around him—but fuck, how can you really be sure you know each other at all after what he just gave you? If he’s expecting something similar, you’re about to be so mortified. “I think that might have been a mix-up,” you say weakly. “I’m pretty sure yours has someone else’s name on it too—”
“Hey,” Sirius seizes your wrist when you grab for the gift again, holding it protectively to his chest, “what’s wrong with you? I know you didn’t mix up the names, sweetheart.” You strain against his grip for a few moments, but Sirius is surprisingly strong when he decides to be. It’s little effort for him to keep you at bay. He gives you a hard look. “What’s going on?”
“I just…” You give up your attempts to steal the gift back, but you can’t look at him. You gnaw at your lip. “I’m sorry, I might have gone a bit overboard. It’s…you can open it, just, sorry.”
Sirius' features soften, but he’s quiet, wary as he peels off the wrapping paper. Your heart climbs back up your throat when he opens the box. For a horrifying second, he’s frozen, but then his hand dips into the box and emerges with your gift, holding it all too delicately.
“Baby,” his voice is barely more than a whisper as he admires the small clay ornament, a likeness of his animagus form. “Where did you get this?”
“I made it,” you admit, shoulders gravitating towards your ears. “I couldn’t find one that looked right in the stores, so…”
“You made it?” Sirius sounds awed. “Fuck, it’s amazing.” His eyes move to yours, still holding your gift suspended in the air between you. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love it.”
It’s like someone’s been inflating a balloon in your chest and has just finally let it deflate. You can breathe again. “I’m really glad,” you say, and your smile may not be huge but at least it’s not faked. “I was worried it was too much.”
“No, this is perfect.” Sirius places the ornament back in its box with heartbreaking care, giving you a sad look. “Fuck, I’m an ass.”
“No, you’re not—” you start automatically, but he cuts you off.
“I am. I’m a total coward, too. I’m so sorry, doll, I just—I freaked out.” He puts a hand in his hair, fingers curling in the dark locks. “I have a better gift for you, just one second.”
He stands, leaving you in confused silence. You hear something rustling by the entryway of your flat, and then Sirius comes back a second later with a nicely wrapped box.
“What’s this?” you ask when he sets it in your lap.
“Your real present.” Sirius seems almost bashful, looking down as he gets situated on the floor again. “Go on, open it.”
You almost don’t want to destroy the wrappings on this gift, clearly done with much more care than the first, but you take the paper off bit by bit, opening the top of the box.
“Sirius,” you breathe. “Honey, what is all this?”
“It’s, uh, it’s just stuff from our first few dates.” You look up, and he’s playing with his rings. “Pictures, receipts, ticket stubs, shit like that. I know you’re a sap for that stuff, so.”
“I’m a sap?” Laughter comes fizzing up out of you despite the tears blurring your vision. “You’re the one who collected it all!”
“Oh, technicalities, I only—hey.” He finally meets your eyes, noticing your state. “Hey, don’t cry. Shit, I knew this would happen. I should have stuck with the candy.”
“I don’t understand,” you warble as he chases determinedly after your tears with painfully gentle fingers. “Why were there two?”
Sirius sighs, pressing an apologetic kiss to your cheek. “Like I said, I freaked out. I was planning on giving you this, but on the way over I started thinking about how we haven’t been dating that long, and maybe it was too soon for something so…relationship-y, you know? So I panicked and bought a bunch of candy at the store.”
You’re laughing by the end of it, shoulders shaking with amusement even as tears continue to dribble down your face. Sirius coos and kisses them away.
“I guess I am a sap,” you say cheerily. “I never even thought about if my gift would be weird.”
“Not until I made you,” Sirius groans, pulling you in for a hug. “Pretty sure that doesn’t make you a sap so much as it makes me an idiot, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You smile into his shoulder, curling your fingers into the material of his shirt. “We both got to give our sappy gifts, and if the apocalypse goes down, I’ve got enough candy to last through New Years’.”
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So excited to see a new DMC writer on Tumblr 🎉🎉 could I request just some domestic headcanons with Dante?
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domestic dante hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
dante (devil may cry) x reader
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thank you for this req!! saw the lack of dmc fics and decided to just make some myself lol. hope you guys enjoy my stuff 💕
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few curse words? just lots of fluff mainly
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❥ oh my gosh please take care of DANTE because he honestly neglects himself and his place
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine you and dante doing dishes—an activity he absolutely hates—while you tell him all the gossip you find out
❥ he simply gasps and ‘ooh’s at everything, mouth occasionally dropping open at certain scandals
❥ he’s literally the perfect person to gossip with
❥ whatever you do, don’t imagine running your hands through dante’s hair as you lather the shampoo, the suds tinted a dark red and brown from all the blood and grime of his job as he throws his head back with a groan
❥ whatever you do, DON’T imagine dante placing his hands on your waist as he tugs you closer to him, feet coming down from their resting spot on the desk so you could stand between his legs as he looks up at you with gazing blue eyes
❥ i am feral oh my goodness
❥ and definitely don’t imagine tending to the bruises and scrapes that he comes home with
❥ even though dante’s body perfectly capable of healing itself, he loves when you baby him
❥ because he’s at work a lot or is tryna pay off his bills, he loves just coming home and spending time with you when he can
❥ honestly collapses on the couch (or bed, whichever’s closer) and encourages you to join, face still buried in the pillow as he beckons you over with an open hand
❥ if you wear makeup and fall asleep with it on, dante will try his best to clean it off for you
❥ except he’s like.. rlly bad at it lmfao
❥ but the thoughts there!! he’s trying his best ����💔
❥ the type of guy to call you the cheesiest nicknames tho
❥ like.. babycakes? really 😭?
❥ also gives light swats at your ass if you bend over, i’m sorry but it’s true
❥ likes touching you with at least some part of his body, if you sleep then your legs gotta lock or if you’re on the couch his arms around you
❥ but good luck because this man is a FURNACE
❥ if you have anemia / low iron or like any other condition where you can get pretty cold, this man is your lifeline
❥ read a fic about dante carrying like tons of bags after he spoiled you and went shopping with you despite not even having money to pay bills at the devil may cry and let me just say i am an avid believer of that as well
❥ you’ll literally be walking away from a cute necklace or pair of shoes and then you turn around and think wheres dante?
❥ then you just see him hauling ass towards you as he tries to keep up with all the bags he has in his hands while you spot the small rectangular velvet box in his hands
❥ ugh
❥ i wont him
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DANTE watched as soft snores fell from your parted lips, hair splayed out below you crazily. he knew those would be a bitch to comb out later, but he couldn’t focus on anything else on the fact that the sunlight was hitting you just right, your skin coated in a deep gold as it reflected off your body.
you could’ve told dante you were an angel, and he would’ve believed you in a heartbeat. he’ll admit, he was a sucker for moments like these. even if seemed odd in retrospect, he just enjoyed seeing you so serene.
his eyes flickered around the room, trying to find a way to occupy his brain without waking you up before they finally fell on the black plastic remote that lay under your head.
dante’s hand slowly inched over, fingers almost tip-toeing their way over to you as he touched the remote. he was careful to pull it from under you, tugging it very slightly despite the weight of your head resting on it.
you stirred, making dante’s eyes widen as he paused his movements and bit his lip, even making a point so as to hold his breath. you licked your lips, dry from sleep as your head turned over to the other side of the pillow, sighing as you felt the coolness beneath your face.
dante exhaled in relief, before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off as he made sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t awake. even if a few minutes later you did anyways.
your eyelashes fluttered open as you caught dante muttering something at the tv, his eyes glued to some crappy reality tv show as they cut to an interview of a girl on the show. he scowled when he saw her, to which you softly laughed, tone gravelly from the thick coat of sleep still layering your voice. dante turned his head, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he softly shushed you and coaxed you to go back to sleep.
“‘s alright, just go back to sleep baby.”
“can’t really go back to sleep when you’re shit-talking the contestants, dante.” you smiled at him as he admired you, gazing down upon you as you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, attention turning to the tv.
“what season is this?” you asked. dante’s hand never left your hair as his hands ran through it, careful not to snag on any tangles before responding with a quiet, “three.”
and in that moment when you looked back at him, eyes filled to the brim with nothing but adoration, he could’ve sworn his heart had stopped. dante felt as if the sun favored you, because every time you stepped in it, somehow you looked absolutely ethereal.
yeah, dante thought, he liked these small moments you two shared.
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Sparring Partners - Jongho
KINKTOBER DAY 25, REQ. BY anon
~"Jongho+ virginity+ he's experienced, but reader is a virgin"
pairing: jongho x fem!reader
genre: 18+, some soft moments
summary: you and jongho, sparring partners since forever. tho, something shifted in the air the night you decided to stay over schedule and workout..
wc: 6k
warnings: sparring partners, play fight/controlled fight mentioned, reader is a virgin, lots of teasing, making out, penetration, eating out, multiple orgasms, some fluff at the end, they cuddle, unprotected (boo use protection irl!), unedited, for sure forgot something.
Author's Note: I had to okay... i had to add boxing in one of my fics 😞😞😞 fun fact I have a black belt in taekwondo but haven't practiced in years because of my knee 😩 fuck inexperienced fightersss. anywayss sorry for the delay ml i hope you like it !!!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.
The gym echoed with the sharp sounds of punches hitting the heavy bag and sneakers squeaking against the mat. It was late evening, and the training space was nearly empty, save for a few stragglers winding down their routines. You tightened the laces on your gloves, adjusting the wraps underneath, and rolled your shoulders to loosen up. This was your sanctuary—a place where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of training and momentarily forget the chaos of life outside.
And then there was Jongho.
“Ready to get knocked on your ass again?” his voice rang out from behind you.
You groaned inwardly but didn’t bother turning around. “You’ve got jokes today, huh?”
He walked past you, his presence annoyingly commanding. Dressed in his usual black tank top and joggers, he looked every bit the confident fighter you’d always known. Jongho had been your best friend since high school, but lately, your relationship had taken a turn. The constant teasing, the competitive jabs—it all felt heavier, charged with something neither of you dared to name.
“Come on,” he said, stretching his arms overhead, his muscles flexing in a way that shouldn’t have been distracting. “I’m just keeping you on your toes. If you want to get better, you’ve got to keep up with me.”
You rolled your eyes but followed him to the sparring ring. “You’re so full of yourself. Just because you’ve got a little more experience doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own.”
Jongho smirked, leaning casually against the ropes as you climbed in. “A little more experience? Sweetheart, I could train you in my sleep.”
The nickname stung, but you masked it with a glare. “If you’re so confident, maybe I’ll surprise you tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Alright. Show me what you’ve got.”
The banter was a familiar dance, but beneath the surface, it prickled at your pride. Jongho had always been ahead of you—in life, in love, in the ring. You couldn’t deny his skill or his charm, but his cockiness got under your skin. Tonight, though, you were determined to prove yourself.
The two of you squared up, circling each other in the ring. You kept your stance low, your fists raised, and your eyes locked on his. He moved with a relaxed confidence, his footwork fluid and precise.
“Don’t overthink it,” he said, his tone lighter now. “You always hesitate before throwing a punch.”
“I don’t hesitate,” you shot back, aiming a quick jab at his midsection.
He dodged effortlessly, his lips quirking into a grin. “Yes, you do.”
Your frustration grew as you continued sparring. No matter how hard you tried, Jongho always seemed to anticipate your moves, countering with ease. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat while you were already feeling the strain.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, blocking your punch and pushing you back with a light shove.
You stumbled but caught yourself, narrowing your eyes. “Shut up and fight me properly.”
His expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something serious passing through his eyes. “Alright, then.”
In a blur of movement, Jongho closed the distance between you, his punches coming faster and harder. You managed to block most of them, but his sheer power was overwhelming. Before you knew it, he had you pinned against the ropes, his hands gripping your wrists to immobilize you.
“Gotcha,” he said, his voice low and smug.
Your heart pounded—not just from the exertion, but from the closeness of him. His face was inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. You tried to ignore the way your body reacted, the way your stomach fluttered in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
“Let go,” you said, your voice shakier than you’d intended.
“Not until you admit I’m better,” he teased, though his grip loosened slightly.
You glared at him, but the intensity of his gaze made it hard to hold. His dark eyes seemed to search yours, as if he was looking for something beyond your usual banter. For a moment, neither of you moved, the charged silence stretching between you.
And then he let go, stepping back with a smirk. “We’ll call it a draw.”
“Like hell we will,” you muttered, shaking off the strange tension as you moved to reset your stance.
But the truth was, you couldn’t shake it. Something had shifted in that moment, and it lingered in the air between you.
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You stayed at the gym longer than usual, working the heavy bag long after Jongho had left. Or at least, you thought he’d left.
When you finally peeled off your gloves and headed to the locker room, you found him sitting on one of the benches, scrolling through his phone.
“Why are you still here?” you asked, startled.
He looked up, his expression unreadable. “Waiting for you.”
Your brow furrowed. “Why?”
He shrugged, standing and walking toward you. “Because you’ve been off all night, and I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing’s going on,” you said, brushing past him to grab your water bottle.
“Bullshit,” he said, his tone sharper now. “You’ve been pissed at me for weeks, and I don’t even know why. Did I do something, or are you just in a bad mood?”
His bluntness caught you off guard, and you turned to face him, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re just—ugh, you’re so infuriating sometimes! You act like you’re better than me at everything, like I’m some kind of joke to you.”
Jongho blinked, clearly taken aback. “Is that what you think?”
“Yeah, it is,” you said, your voice rising. “You’re always teasing me, always showing off. I get it—you’re more experienced, more skilled, whatever. You don’t have to rub it in my face all the time.”
He stared at you for a moment, his jaw tightening. “That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Then what are you doing?” you demanded, crossing your arms.
Jongho took a step closer, his voice softer now. “I’m trying to push you because I know how good you can be. I don’t want you to settle for anything less than your best. If I tease you, it’s because I care, not because I think you’re a joke.”
His words caught you off guard, and you felt your anger deflate slightly. “You… care?”
“Of course I care,” he said, his gaze steady. “You’re my best friend. And if I’ve been an ass about it, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was getting to you like this.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and you looked away, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “It’s not just that,” you admitted quietly. “It’s… everything. I feel like I’m always trying to catch up to you, like I’ll never be on your level. And it’s exhausting.”
Jongho’s expression softened, and he reached out to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You’re already on my level, whether you see it or not. And for what it’s worth… I’ve always admired how hard you work. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
The warmth in his gaze made your breath hitch, and for a moment, you felt like the world had stopped. There was something different in the way he was looking at you now—something deeper, more intense.
“Jongho…” you started, but you didn’t know what to say.
He stepped even closer, his hand still resting lightly on your chin. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’re enough just as you are.”
The words were like a balm to your insecurities, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Before you could overthink it, you leaned into him, resting your forehead against his chest.
He hesitated for only a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. The steady beat of his heart against your ear was oddly soothing, and you let yourself relax into his embrace.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been too hard on you,” he murmured. “I just want you to see what I see.”
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “And what do you see?”
Jongho’s gaze flicked to your lips for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes. “Someone incredible,” he said simply.
The air between you was thick with unspoken tension, and for the first time, you didn’t shy away from it. You let yourself feel the weight of his words, the intensity of his gaze, and the steady warmth of his hands on your waist.
You weren’t sure who moved first, but before you knew it, your lips were brushing against his. It was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but the moment he responded, the kiss deepened, growing more urgent and passionate.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together.
“Jongho,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
He cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve got you,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Trust me.”
And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could.
Jongho’s thumb lingered on your cheek, the touch searing into your skin, while his other hand slid with maddening ease to your waist, his fingers curling around you with a firm possessiveness that made your breath catch. The heat of his hands burned through the thin fabric separating you, and the way his eyes locked onto yours—dark, hungry, unrelenting—made the rest of the world fall away.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, the rough timbre of his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine. His lips tilted into a slow, knowing smirk. “Don’t tell me I make you nervous.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but the words died on your lips when he leaned in, his lips brushing over yours with a teasing lightness. “Come here,” he growled, his voice thick with command, leaving no room for argument.
When his mouth claimed yours again, it wasn’t gentle. It was consuming—deep, insistent, as though he were tasting something he’d craved for far too long. His hands tightened on your waist, tugging you against him as a soft gasp escaped you, only for him to swallow it with another hungry kiss.
He broke away just enough to breathe, his forehead pressing against yours as his thumb traced over your lower lip, swollen from his kisses. “Look at you,” he teased, his tone playful but laced with a dangerous edge. “So quiet now. Where’s all that attitude from earlier? You had so much to say before.”
The heat rushing to your face made your cheeks burn, but you forced yourself to glare at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crumble. “I—I hate you,” you muttered, the stammer in your voice betraying your conviction.
A low, rich laugh rumbled from his chest as his grip on your waist shifted, his fingers skimming the curve of your hip. “Hate me?” he repeated, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth in a featherlight tease. “Funny. Doesn’t feel like hate when you’re clinging to me like this.”
“I’m not—” you started, but his hands slid higher, his thumbs grazing the bare skin just beneath your ribs.
“Not what?” he cut in, his smirk widening. His voice dropped lower, the teasing note darkening into something more carnal. “Not shaking? Not holding onto me like I’m the only thing keeping you standing? Not pressing those pretty little legs together, trying to pretend I’m not getting to you?”
Your breath hitched sharply, and the way his gaze dipped to your thighs—still pressed tightly together—made your stomach twist in a way that was both mortifying and electrifying.
“Jongho,” you warned, though your voice came out more like a whimper than you’d have liked.
“Oh, don’t stop now,” he purred, leaning closer until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. Almost makes me want to keep going. See how far I can push you before you beg me to stop—or beg me not to.”
“Y-You’re insufferable,” you bit out, your hands finding his chest as you tried to push him away.
But Jongho held his ground easily, his grip on your waist unrelenting. “And yet, you’re still here,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as his hands flexed against your sides.
His words left you scrambling for control, but the way his hands moved—his thumbs brushing slow, lazy circles over your hips—was unraveling you with every passing second.
“You’re too cocky,” you managed to snap, though it came out breathier than you’d hoped.
“Too cocky?” he echoed, his brow quirking as his smirk deepened. He tilted his head, his lips barely grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. “No. Not cocky. Just confident. Because I know exactly what I’m doing.”
The heat of his breath against your skin made your knees buckle slightly, and your hands fisted into the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself steady. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you in a way that made your stomach flip.
“You don’t have to hide it,” he said, pulling back enough to meet your gaze, his eyes softer now but no less intense. “You’re not used to this, are you?”
Your silence was answer enough, and his smile softened, though the teasing glint in his eyes remained. “You’ve never let anyone get this close before, have you?”
You hesitated, your throat tight as you finally shook your head. “No,” you whispered. “I haven’t.”
His grip on your waist tightened slightly, grounding you. “Good,” he said, his voice dipping low as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your temple in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “That means I get to be your first.”
The way he said it—possessive, certain—made your heart stutter. You looked up at him, a flush spreading across your face, and he grinned, his confidence as intoxicating as it was infuriating.
“You’ve got me,” he said, his gaze flicking to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “And I’ve got you. So let’s not pretend you don’t want me to solve that little problem of yours.”
Your breath caught as his gaze flicked pointedly to your legs before returning to your face, his smirk widening at the way you squirmed.
“Jongho,” you choked out, your face burning, but he only laughed again, his fingers curling into your waist as he pulled you closer.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. “I’ve got all the time in the world. And I’m not going anywhere.”
The promise in his tone made your chest tighten, your nerves and anticipation tangling together into something you couldn’t quite name. Whatever was happening between you, one thing was clear—Jongho wasn’t about to let you run away from it. From him.
The air around you felt impossibly thick, every fiber of your being hyperaware of Jongho’s piercing gaze and the tantalizing weight of his hands on your waist. His question lingered between you, heavy with intent, and when you finally found your voice, it came out softer than you expected, almost a whisper.
“Your place,” you said, your cheeks burning at your own boldness.
Jongho’s grin widened, a mix of excitement and triumph flashing across his face. Without warning, his arms shifted, and he scooped you up with startling ease, your legs dangling as his strong grip supported your weight effortlessly.
“Jongho!” you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my place,” he said, his voice brimming with confidence and amusement. “You didn’t expect me to let you walk after saying something like that, did you?”
You gave him a halfhearted glare, though your lips betrayed you with a small smile. “I have legs, you know. Perfectly good ones.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk playful as he carried you toward his car. “Oh, I’m aware. But this is faster. Plus, I kind of like holding you like this.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, secretly enjoying the way his strong arms felt around you. He set you down only when he reached his car, opening the door for you with an exaggerated flourish.
“Your chariot awaits,” he teased.
You climbed in, shaking your head at his antics. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” he countered, flashing you a cheeky grin before closing the door and rounding the car to slide into the driver’s seat.
As he started the engine, the hum of the car barely masked the charged silence between you. Jongho’s right hand drifted to your thigh, his fingers splaying possessively over the fabric of your jeans. The touch was casual in a way that felt anything but casual, and the heat of his palm seared through the material, sending a shiver up your spine.
Your legs instinctively shifted, pressing together slightly, and Jongho let out a low chuckle, the sound warm and teasing.
“Something wrong?” he asked, his tone dripping with amusement.
“No,” you said quickly, though the way your voice wavered betrayed you.
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, clearly unconvinced. His thumb stroked a slow, deliberate circle against your thigh, and you bit your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his touch affected you.
Your resolve faltered, however, when your gaze darted to his lap. Your breath caught at the sight: the unmistakable outline of his arousal straining against his sweatpants, a bold and unapologetic testament to the effect you had on him.
Your eyes widened, and you quickly averted your gaze, your face burning as you looked out the window.
Jongho caught your reaction immediately and laughed, the sound rich and full of self-assurance. “See something you like?”
“Shut up,” you muttered, crossing your arms and pointedly refusing to look at him.
“You’re adorable,” he said, his tone warm and teasing as he pulled into his apartment building’s parking garage.
When he parked the car and stepped out, he walked around to your side, opening the door for you with a mischievous grin. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy now.”
You rolled your eyes but let him help you out of the car, his hand lingering on your lower back as he guided you toward the elevator. The ride up was quiet but thick with anticipation, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension.
When the elevator doors opened to reveal his apartment, your breath caught. The space was sleek and modern, a small penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The warm glow of the ambient lighting cast a soft, inviting hue over the stylish furniture and minimalist decor.
“Wow,” you said softly, stepping inside as Jongho closed the door behind you.
“Like it?” he asked, his voice low and smooth as he leaned against the door, his eyes never leaving you.
“It’s… beautiful,” you admitted, your gaze sweeping over the space before returning to him.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said, his tone teasing but with a sincerity that made your cheeks heat.
You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could speak, Jongho took a step closer, his gaze darkening as he reached for you. His hands found your waist again, pulling you flush against him, and the intensity in his eyes made your breath hitch.
“Now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as his hands began to wander, “let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”
Jongho’s fingers curled gently around your waist as he gazed down at you, the flickering tension between you growing heavier by the second. His lips quirked into a teasing smile, but his eyes were dark, brimming with intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head, discarding it on the nearby couch.
The sight made your breath hitch. You’d seen him shirtless before—during practices, workouts, even casual moments at the beach—but this was different. Under the warm lighting of his apartment, with the weight of his gaze on you and the air thick with unspoken promises, it felt different. It felt intimate. The sharp lines of his abs, the broad planes of his chest, the faint sheen of his skin—all of it made your pulse quicken and your stomach flip.
You gulped audibly, your throat dry as you struggled to find something—anything—to say.
Jongho noticed immediately, his smirk deepening. “Like what you see?” he teased, stepping closer, his confidence radiating off him in waves.
You rolled your eyes, trying to regain some composure. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And yet, you can’t stop staring,” he countered, his voice low and warm as he reached for you again.
You huffed, but your resolve crumbled when he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment before they drifted down, grazing the collar of your blouse. He hesitated, his dark eyes locking onto yours, silently asking for permission.
You nodded, barely able to muster the courage to meet his gaze.
Jongho’s hands moved with deliberate care, unbuttoning your blouse one piece at a time. The cool air brushed against your skin as the fabric fell away, leaving you standing there in nothing but your bra and jeans. His eyes traced every inch of you, his gaze appreciative but never lewd, and the weight of his attention made your skin burn.
“You’re stunning,” he said softly, his voice carrying none of the teasing from before.
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, mumbling, “Stop saying things like that.”
“I’m just telling the truth,” he replied, his hands moving to your waistband now. He paused again, waiting for your nod before he gently worked the denim down your legs, leaving you standing there in your underwear.
You felt vulnerable, exposed, but the way Jongho looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—chased away any lingering insecurities.
“Your turn,” you said, your voice shaking slightly as you gestured to his sweatpants.
He chuckled but obliged, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and sliding them down in one smooth motion. Your eyes darted down briefly, catching a glimpse of the tight fabric of his boxers and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal straining against them.
You quickly looked away, your face burning as you muttered, “Jongho!”
“What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he stepped closer, his smirk returning. “You told me to take them off.”
“You’re impossible,” you groaned, trying to cover your face, but Jongho caught your wrists gently, pulling your hands away.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said softly, his tone shifting again to something more tender. “Not now.”
Before you could respond, he bent slightly, hooking one arm under your legs and the other around your back.
“Jongho, no!” you protested, squirming as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms.
“Yes,” he said with a grin, holding you securely against his chest. “I like carrying you. You should just get used to it.”
You huffed, crossing your arms as he carried you toward his bedroom, though you couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips.
The bedroom was just as sleek and modern as the rest of his apartment, the neutral tones and soft lighting creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. Jongho set you down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering on your waist as he knelt slightly to meet your gaze.
“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and full of warmth.
You nodded, your heart racing as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that promised so much more. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and for the first time, you felt ready to let go of your hesitation and trust him completely.
As he softly pushed you on your back and made you lay comfortably on the crisp, black linen, he leaned back and took in the sight.
Jongho's gaze lingered, a mix of admiration and unguarded desire as he took you in. His voice broke the charged silence, low and steady. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, the sincerity in his tone sending a warm flush across your skin.
Before you could find the words to respond, he moved, placing one knee on the bed beside you. His eyes flickered downward, catching the faint evidence of your arousal through the delicate fabric of your panties. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, a combination of satisfaction and mischief playing on his face.
The boldness of his gaze sent a jolt of self-consciousness through you, and you instinctively brought your hands to cover yourself. “Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm as he gently pushed your hands aside.
Your breath hitched as his hands found your thighs, the warmth of his palms igniting your nerves. His touch was confident but patient, his fingers brushing over your skin in a way that left your mind spinning. When he tugged at your panties, you froze for a moment, caught between flustered shyness and the undeniable pull of trust and longing.
With one smooth motion, he slipped the fabric down, the cool air grazing your now bare skin. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, his expression a mixture of awe and restraint. “Perfect,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, and you felt your cheeks burn under the weight of his attention.
Your heart pounded as his gaze returned to yours, the intensity making you feel as though he could see every vulnerable thought running through your mind. “I’ve got you,” he reassured, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your knee as his hands caressed the sensitive skin of your thighs.
Jongho’s lips were soft against your skin, each kiss deliberate and slow, as though he were savoring every moment. When his lips reached your inner thighs, he paused, lifting his gaze to meet yours, seeking your reassurance. There was a quiet confidence in his eyes, but also a deep tenderness, as if he were attuned to every subtle shift in your body.
"Everything okay? Want me to.. go on?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, the question hanging between you two.
You nodded, your heart racing, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. Without waiting for another word, his kisses deepened, trailing slowly toward your cunt. His lips moved with purpose, but not hurriedly—each press against your skin made your breath catch, your body shuddering in response. His hands glided up your thighs, fingers brushing with a tenderness that was almost too much to bear, yet every touch sent sparks through your entire being.
As his lips reached as close as possible to your folds, you couldn’t stop the way your body arched toward him, the quiet gasp escaping your lips. Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, pulling him closer as though you couldn’t get enough of him, yet at the same time, you didn’t want him to rush.
Jongho didn’t hurry, though. His movements were measured, gentle but deliberate, as he worked his way deeper, tongue feeling and tasting every sweet spot of yours It made your pulse race. The weight of his attention—every brush of his tongue—was intoxicating, and the way his hands caressed your skin made you feel utterly consumed by the moment, the intensity building with every second.
Jongho’s hands gripped your hips gently but firmly, pulling you closer to him as his
lips and tongue deepened.
A soft moan escaped your lips, the heat building in your body as his motion of eating you out became more precise, more intentional. Every time he sucked on your clit, the pressure seemed to intensify, and your breath quickened, your body arching slightly, reacting to his touch in ways you hadn’t expected.
"Jongho..." you whispered, your voice a mixture of breathlessness and need, the feeling of his lips trailing against your skin making your belly tighten, your heart racing. "I-I’m close..."
His eyes flickered up at you, a silent reassurance in his gaze as he adjusted his position, his hands holding you closer still. He seemed to read the tension in your body, knowing exactly how to eat you out to push you further into the edge of your orgasm. You couldn’t contain the quiet gasps that escaped with every press of his lips against you.
The room felt charged, your body humming in tune with his, each movement from him sending you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. Your hands tightened against his shoulders, holding him close, as your body responded—heat pooling in your chest, your belly tightening, the anticipation growing within you.
Finally, your high washed over you, hard and overwhelming, a shudder running through you as you let go completely, a quiet whimper of satisfaction slipping past your lips. Jongho, his face still soft with the same tenderness, held you closely, as if to cradle you in that moment, his presence grounding you completely. His smile, slow and satisfied, told you that he, too, was content, savoring every second of the connection you shared.
Jongho’s fingers gently cupped your face, his gaze tender yet filled with a quiet intensity. He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch lingering on your skin, his eyes following the movement as if memorizing every detail of you.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so perfect.”
He leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as he breathed you in, savoring the feeling of being so close to you. His thumb traced along your jawline, the movement slow and deliberate, each touch sending a shiver of warmth through your body.
When he shifted slightly, his body hovering just above you, his hand went for his briefs, a small stain of precum visible on them. He took them off and then leaned against you. His chest brushed against yours, the contact enough to make your breath catch, a deep sense of longing and anticipation filling the space between you two.
Jongho looked down at you for a moment, his expression a mix of intensity and restraint. His hand gently cupped the back of your neck, and he whispered, his voice hushed but filled with raw emotion, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? We can take it slow if you need to.”
His gaze never left yours, his eyes soft with concern yet burning with a quiet intensity, as if seeking your reassurance before moving forward. You could feel the weight of his question hanging in the air, the tension between you thick and undeniable.
With a slight shift, he pulled back just enough to allow you a moment to decide. The room was thick with unspoken words, with trust and desire intertwining in a dance as old as time. Jongho’s hand rested gently on your hip, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your waist, as though waiting for your answer—waiting for you to lead him, or guide him, in this shared moment of intimacy.
You didn't have enough confidence to answer to him verbally, but as you lowered yourself on the bed under him, squirming impatiently, he took the hint. But still, he didn't to nothing yet.
“Say it. Use your words, sweetie” he tapped you on your knee.
“Y-yes.. p-please, Jongho..” you said, voice barely above a whisper and breathy. He took that as a yes and leaned in, right hand resting on your hips and left hand lazily stroking his own cock before guiding it to your hole. He looked up at you again then inserted the tip in, your back arching softly.
He started to softly thrust at first, testing the waters. When he felt and also saw you get accustomed to his size, he became a little bit faster and more focused, hands holding yours above your head. He leaned in and as he thrusted into you, he let his forehead rest against yours.
The tension in the air was electric, each of Jongho's movements sending ripples through you, pushing you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in quick, uneven gasps, each one punctuated by a soft whimper or moan that seemed to fuel him further. His hands stayed steady on yours, grounding you even as your body arched beneath him, seeking release.
“That's it,” Jongho murmured, his voice rich with approval, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile as he watched you. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back.”
The heat inside you reached its peak, and with one more motion, the second orgasm, more powerful, more intense, crashed over you. Your body trembled as you caught your high, a cry spilling from your lips, louder than you expected, raw and unrestrained. Jongho didn’t falter, his steady hold on you keeping you tethered to the moment as your breaths turned into soft, trembling gasps.
“There you go,” he whispered, his tone low and soothing as he guided you through it, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist to ground you. “So beautiful like this, letting yourself feel everything. I’m so proud of you.”
Your body shivered as the aftershocks rippled through you, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support. But just as you began to relax into the warmth of the moment, Jongho leaned closer, his forehead pressing gently against yours. His voice was soft but tinged with a teasing edge.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his lips brushing against your ear, “I haven’t caught mine yet.” His words were both playful and filled with a quiet intensity that sent another shiver down your spine.
“Can you handle a little more for me?” he asked, his voice low and coaxing as his hands shifted to hold you firmly in place.
Your eyes widened slightly, your body still sensitive, but you nodded, unable to form the words. A soft, breathy sound escaped you as he began to move again, his pace slow but deliberate, the overstimulation making you whimper softly with each motion.
“You’re so good for me,” Jongho murmured, his voice full of quiet praise as he kept his steady rhythm, watching you with an intensity that made your heart race. “Just a little more, okay? You’re doing so well.”
The overstimulation had you trembling beneath him, your hands clutching at his arms as you whimpered, the sound half protest and half surrender. Jongho’s gaze never left you, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration as his pace quickened just enough to push himself closer to his high.
When he finally reached his orgasm, a low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on you tightening briefly before he stilled, his breaths coming in deep, steadying exhales. His hands loosened their hold, smoothing over your hips and waist in soothing strokes as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“You were perfect,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of praise as he shifted slightly to let you rest more comfortably beneath him. “Thank you for trusting me. Are you okay?”
His hands cradled your face as he looked down at you, his expression soft and full of care, waiting for your response. Even in the aftermath, his priority was you—ensuring you felt safe, cherished, and wholly understood.
“Yes..” you answered his question, head dizzy and body tired from all the motion.
“Was I good enough to you?” he continued, lying besides you and holding you close.
“Oh Jongho.. of course” you smiled at him, your answer bringing a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
His smirk softened into something tender as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek with a touch so light it felt like a whisper. The room was quiet now, the air warm and heavy with the comfort of shared intimacy. He drew you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin as his arms enveloped you, strong and steady.
“Rest now,” he murmured, his voice a soothing lullaby as he traced lazy circles along your back. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, its steady rhythm grounding you, anchoring you to the present moment.
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Been crushing on each other for years
But I guess i’d just really like to know if
You feel the same way about me as I feel about you
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Shoyo Hinata x F!Reader
Tw! SMUTTYSMUT, dw tho overall fluffy! Bffs to lovers!
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Synopsis; Hinata receives a surprise visit from an old friend from high school. You know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
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Hinata and you went wayy back.
Or so he says to everyone when they ask about you.
In reality you had only met the boy 6 years ago. At the beginning of your first year.
Sure 6 years wasnt not a while but with the way the ginger said it, it sounds as if he’d known you forever.
Like you were such a sure part of his life there could be no way you two hadn’t spent everyday together over your whole life.
Truth be told, you also referred to Shoyo in the same regards.
Since you met him it’s as if everything in this massive puzzle we call life had been put together.
Almost like you two were the remaining puzzle pieces.
Finally being put together at the center. Creating the whole picture.
That’s why you had decided for your 21st birthday you would go to visit him in Brazil.
So you called Kageyama who in turn told you off for even calling him over something so stupid as asking for Oikawa’s phone number.
“I don’t even have it y/n!”
“I know you’re lying.”
A brief moment passes before you hear clicking from what could only be his phone’s keyboard.
A huff hits your ears before the black headed boy speaks again.
“It’s in your inbox. Now stop calling me over dumb shit.”
“Yeah yeah, you know you love it when i call you.”
“Bye y/n.”
And with that he hung up, now leaving you to plot and scheme behind your best friends back.
Dialing the number in your inbox you start to second guess yourself.
I mean you dont personally know Oikawa.
Is this weird of you?
“Yello?” A chirpy voice says on the other end of the line.
Welp. Nows better than never.
“Hi. Uhm, is this Tooru?”
“Uhm, yes, who’s this?”
Damn. You forgot to introduce yourself.
“Uhm. Im y/n…Sho’s best friend?”
“Oh! Y/n! I remember you. Youre the cute little manager right? I only met you the once my third year.”
Man is this guy a chatter box or what?
“Yeah! That’s me! So look, I turn 21 next month and was wanting to come down and surprise Sho. So, I got your number from Tobio an-,”
“Ah! Tobio! My protege. He still has my number? I knew he cared about me!,” A hearty laugh over takes your phone speaker. “But hey, i’ll call you back tonight and we can arrange something for ya’! Shoyo’s only 20 feet away from me right now so now’s not the best time.”
“Perfect!”
2 ended phone calls and 3 hours later you finally received a call back from the older man.
6 hours and 1 transition to FaceTime with said man later, your whole trip was planned. Even set with Oikawa confirming plans for the day you land with Shoyo.
(Oikawa told him some friend of a friend was having a birthday dinner and party at a local bar.)
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This is so NOT going as planned.
You had just landed in the foreign land and already things were going south.
You had finally collected your luggage, 2 months worth of luggage in fact, Oikawa had somehow convinced you that a prolonged stay was imperative to ‘restoring Shoyo’s drive to do pretty much anything.”
Apparently he had been down in the dump since coming here 8 months ago.
Oikawa had explained you were the top reason mentioned.
Apparently Hinata would say he ‘just didn’t know how to live without his other half.’
When the man told you this a familiar feeling rose in your tummy, and a heat spread up your neck trailing over your cheeks.
That’s how you ended up with 2 giant suit cases, a large duffel bag, and an oversized carry-on bag full of your belongings.
And now, your uber had just called to inform you that his car had broken down, and he was infact unable to get you.
You had been redirected in the app to another driver.
Who was 50 minutes out.
You look at the time.
You had been flying for over 24 hours since you left Japan.
You decided the time it would take to wait then make the 30 minute drive into the city would eat up any hopes of you getting ready before you go meet Shoyo.
You dial Oikawa’s number, 3 rings and he picks up.
“Hey! Whatsup? You landed? How was your flight? Make it to my place yet?”
You guys decided that since he had a spare room you would crash there so as not to impede on Shoyo or his roomates lives so suddenly.
You begin explaining to him your problem.
“Hm,” you hear him start clicking his tongue, mulling over what to do. “Ok! Im on my way, share your location.”
“Wha-“
He hangs up before you can even say anything else.
So you do as he says.
He makes it to you in 15 minutes.
“That was fast!” You say as he gets out of the car.
“Eh, i have my ways.” He shrugs.
You should have understood what he meant by that.
It was a hint to prepare yourself for the ride ahead.
Your 30 minute drive was easily cut in half by the man.
You saw your life flash before your eyes at least 4 times.
“Alright, well i’ll help you with your bags then leave ya to it! The bar we’re going to is straight down the road, a 4 minute walk to be exact! So we’ll meet you there!”
He grabs your bags easily, much to your dismay and against all your arguments and protests, wanting to help.
Taking you up to the apartment you finally answer all his questions about how the flying was, and he listened to your brief rant about air fare and how it was all a scam.
Laughing and interjecting where he needed to.
He showed you around his apartment a bit, then showed you to his guest room.
It was nice, clean and organized. Surprisingly for a 23 year old bachelor pad.
Especially with the way the man acts, he’s lively and would be one to make you think his life goes by too fast to do such trivial things as make his bed.
“Wow, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness!” You say bowing in front of him.
“No! Don’t worry about all that. Plus, it’ll be nice to get Shoyo out of this weird slump he’s been in.”
A few minutes later he leaves again, leaving you to do what you needed to do.
Going through your normal routine, you take it slower than usual, now having spared time to do so.
Finally after doing your hair and makeup perfect, you slip on your outift.
It’s simple and cute.
Skinny jeans and a slightly too-tight, to see through, and a very low-cut white tee.
A bright pink bra shows through it from how sheer the material is.
You did this on purpose, there’s no denying you had feelings for your best friend.
But you had also become slightly bolder with the distance that had been put between the two of you.
A desire to make him yours had clouded your mind ever since he left.
Though it had been there long before that, it just seemed to get worse the longer you spent separated from him.
Nights spent wondering if he was with other girls, talking to them, dancing with them, touching them.
You just couldn’t stand the thought of it.
Your ringer chimes.
‘Head this way!’
A message from Oikawa reads.
You make your way to the bar, using the pin he sent you.
He was nice enough to have a bottle of wine pushed against the pillows on your bed when you arrived.
A bow with a little note card adorned it.
‘Enjoy! Pregame a bit ;)’
You finished the bottle before you left.
And the walking had really made you start to feel it.
You were a little more than buzzed and a even newer confidence had surged in your body.
You make your way through the doors, finding the tall brunette and shorter ginger’s heads in the crowd.
You push through sweaty bodies, and a few large men.
Hell bent on reaching the man you had longed for on lonely nights, your hand wondering between your legs, wishing it was him.
Finally you make it to him.
Throwing your arms over his shoulders your hands cover his eyes.
“Guess who~” it’s sweet and sing-songy. A common greeting you two had since your second year, when you guys decided that was for some reason the funniest thing you two had ever done. (It wasn’t)
He grabs your hands spinning around, grabbing your hips.
You rock back slightly, you probably would’ve stumbled farther had it not been for his tight grip on your hips.
“No fucking way!” He yells over the music.
“I was just talking about how much I missed you!” He pulls you forward quickly, moving to grip around your shoulders in a bear hug.
You hug him back, he’s significantly stronger than before, and you can feel the muscles through his shirt.
You pull back from him.
“Let’s fucking drink bitches!” You yell to both the men.
An hour later and you and Shoyo found your way on the dance floor. You guys are facing each other and dancing care-free.
A somg comes on that you recognize. Its slow and has a 70’s funk to it.
Alcohol is pumping in your blood. You know it is for Sho too. All those nights in high school sneaking some from your parents personal collection and getting drunk in secret with the boy helped you figure out when he was and wasn’t under the influence.
You step forward closing the distance between you two.
Your hands rest on his chest as you lean forward to whisper in his ear.
“Sho, I need you.”
Its soft and whiney, you would have never said that sober.
You dont give him time to process before you turn around, pressing your back to his chest, hands flying up to touch each side of his jaw, ass pressing into him.
He takes notice of the fresh manicure on your hands, a french tip set.
He remembers in high school when you had first gotten one, he asked what it was called, and then declared it was his favorite type of nails on you.
And it was, but he wasn’t as innocent with the declaration as you thought, in fact he was far from it.
He was 17 and couldn’t help it, but the thoughts of what your hands would look like wrapped around him, with your cute little french tips was just too much for him.
He snaps out of his thought when your hips sway into him, head falling to rest on his shoulder.
You lightly drag your nails down the sides of his neck before dropping them to continue your swaying and dancing on him.
He moves his hands to fall on your hips, now swaying with you, leaning down he answers you.
“Then come home with me.”
It’s simple, but you know this will change everything. Every dynamic you two have ever had will become something different. Something intense and exciting.
Lust has filled your head, you’re running on pure adrenaline and alcohol. His scent is filling your nose, his warmth is burning on your skin, you’re overwhelmed with all of this.
You spin back around and pull him off the dance floor by his hand, you make your way back to Tooru who hasn’t moved from his spot. But a cute blonde now fills the seat Shoyo once sat in, chatting away with Oikawa.
Shoyo goes up to him, still holding your hand, leaning down he whispers a few words to the other man. Stepping away you see Oikawa give him a wink and thumbs up.
As you both are leaving Oikawa calls out.
“Dont get too crazy kids!”
You chuckle as you’re being dragged along by the ginger.
You didn’t realize Shoyo lived in the same building as Oikawa.
Only a floor apart.
You make it to his door and it seems like something in him breaks, he pushes you against the door in the hallway, kissing you.
You grab at his shoulders.
Moaning into his lips, he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, yours now intertwining with his.
Your hands find their way into his hair as his hands grab at your ass then make their way under your thighs, lifting you up.
You’re now being held between the door and him.
He’s grinding up into you, he’s moving so fervently that you don’t even care if he took you, right here and right now.
He wouldn’t be your first, but you hope he’s your last.
He breaks away from you.
“Not here,” his chest is heaving up and down quickly. “Gonna do this, you, right baby.”
He’s so confident compared to back in school.
Or maybe he’s always been like this and you were just the nervous one.
None of that matters now.
He’s opened the door and guided you inside.
“My roommates working tonight.” He says, now you really study him.
His eyes are blown out, cheeks red, from you or the alcohol is unclear, hes really filled out in the past few months since he’s been here. His hair is slightly longer too.
“Sho,” you say. “I’ve really missed you these past few months. I’ve also had a lot of time to think about things,” you step towards him, putting your arms around his neck you slide closer, having to stand on your tippy toes a bit to get close to being eye level with him. Your eyes are heavy, lids half closed. “I really want to fuck you.” Its low and sultry.
The way you’re looking at him, the sound of your voice, your outfit. The pink bra he recognizes as one he had been eyeing on a shopping trip with you.
You two had gone to the mall together a few weeks before he left, last minute shopping for his big move.
You dragged him into a bra and panty store last second, due to the large sale sign sitting in front of the door.
As you looked around, Shoyo’s eyes were caught off guard by a bright pink fabric. He moved closer to eye it.
It was lacy and the color was perfect.
He pictured you in it, how good it would look on you.
He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help it.
“That bra,” he breathes out. “It’s the one from the mall back home.”
“You think I didn’t see you looking at it in the store? Plus it’s cute. Right?”
He chuckles a bit before locking eyes with you.
“You’re cute.” He says.
You blush and go to turn your head but before you can he cups the side of your face, turning you back to face him.
He pulls you back in for another kiss. Yet again he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist. He leads you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
Still holding the slow and sloppy kiss he lays you down oh the blankets.
You’re immediately engulfed in a comforting and familiar smell.
All the days and nights spent in his room, sleeping over, laying together much closer than best friends should.
Feet entangled under the blankets as you two face each other and giggle over nothing.
Now this is different, not sweet and innocent, no, its much more than that, this is sinful and gluttonous.
He’s on top of you leaving wet, hot kisses down your jaw and neck, following the collar of your v-neck, he kisses the exposed parts of your breasts.
Once he reaches the point in the v he stops, only to start pulling your shirt up, you sit up right and quickly discard of it. He guides his hand up to trace the hem of the bra gently for a moment, before grabbing your face and pulling you back in.
You reach back up to cup his face in both your hands, pulling him closer to you.
He reaches between your bodies and unbuttons your jeans with ease.
“Take these off.”
Its stern and desperate.
You immediately obey and move to stand in front of him.
You face him and make a show out of discarding your pants.
You turn around, back now facing him, and slowly you shimmy your pants down, bending over to pull them down, slowly, arching a bit as you do.
Once the pants are at your ankles, you stand back up even slower.
Finishing your little tease act, you turn back around.
Shoyo’s eyes are wide and it seems like he’s malfunctioning.
“Sho?” You say, sweet as could be.
“You are so fucking sexy, holy fucking shit.” A smile now crosses his face.
A giggle escapes your lips.
“C’mere,” he stands up grabbing you gently, hands wrapping themselves around you before he quickly does a 180° with you in his arms.
You squeal as he yet again pins you under him.
“But really, who d’ya think you are showing up here, wearing a cute lil’ bra, nails done how i like, oh, and not to mention, these cute panties to match! Y’know im starting to think you only came here to have sex with me.” He says, he’s always been bold but you didn’t expect him to be like this.
“Mhm,” you nod your head no. “I came here because I missed you Sho.”
He smiles at the admission. Standing up to pull his shirt off, he loses his breath when he looks down.
You’re on your elbows, legs tucked up so your knees are in the air. You’re eyes are heavy and seductive. The way you’re positioned and looking at him is pornographic.
He literally moans out loud before ripping off his shirt, then he quickly pushes his pants off.
Eagerly he crawls back over you.
“M’gonna fuck you so good.”
His words send a shiver down your spine, you’ve only seen him like this before a volleyball match.
He yet again captures your lips, kissing down you again, this time though, he trails down your stomach stopping at the top of your underwear.
But instead of taking them off he pushes your underwear to the side.
He spits onto your already wet heat.
You gasp at the sensation then cut yourself off with a small whimper when he slides a finger up and down you.
He stands up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He drops his underwear, stroking himself for a second before spitting on his hand and continuing the motions.
“I think you’re ready f’me baby. Don’t you?” He says it so condescendingly, like he doesn’t think youre actually ready.
“Please Sho, need you s’bad.”
He groans rolling his head back for a moment before he pushes your underwear back over.
He guides his tip to go up, causing a slight moan to leave your mouth.
“No teasing!” You say quickly.
He chuckles, “Ok, ok, I wont.”
He lines himself up and pushes into you.
He girthy and bigger than you expected.
Definitely the biggest you’d ever had.
“F-fuck! You’re so fucking tight oh my god.” He’s breathing raggedly.
He sits still in you for a moment until you rock your hips forward.
“Move Sho.” You say.
And he does.
He’s throwing you in insane positions you didn’t even know you could do.
But as his thrusts get sloppier he stops, flipping you over to be in missionary.
“Why’d you stop?” You ask, breathless.
“Shh, im not stopping.” He says.
Suddenly he has you pinned down. Legs spread wide, as he presses over you.
Arms hooked around the backs of your knees as you’re now in a mating press.
He bottoms back out into you.
“Ah! Fuck! Feels s’good Sho!”
He’s selfish. He knows he is.
Who is he to throw you in 8 different positions in the past 40 minutes? Twisting you and contorting you in crazy ways.
It’s your doing. You and him both know that.
You came to Brazil, surprised him, wore a matching set, had your nails done just the way he likes. Not to mention the multiple times you had straight up said you wanted to sleep with him over the course of the night.
He picks up the pace, he’s moving out of you so quickly and harshly, your eyes are rolled into the back of your head.
Your moaning a jumble of his name and other gibberish, which he assumes is supposed to be words.
“Baby,” he speaks through his teeth. “Need ya’ to cum fa’ me. Cant keep going much longer m’self.” Its broken up through his grunts and smacks of his hips onto you.
You werent even really close so it surprised you that his simple words seemed to completely take you over the edge.
You’re shaking and calling his name loudly, nails gripping his sheets.
He continues his rough pace, until he yet again slows down, his groans are getting louder and whiney.
“F-fuck! M’gonna cum!” He’s now folded over you, forehead touching yours.
“In me Sho! Cum in me baby!” You say, moaning at just the thought of him filling you up.
“Ah! Fuck!” He slows his movements down. Adjusting so your legs now rest around his waist. He drops his full weight on you.
Your hands make their way to his hair, playing with it between your fingers.
You’re both breathing heavily.
“Sho?”
“Mm?”
“Can we be boyfriend and girlfriend?”
He shifts his head so his chin is resting on your stomach as he now makes eye contact with you.
“I was just about to ask you that!”
Small, love-drunk and real-drunken giggles fill the room.
The mans breathing slowly gets softer and softer.
Its only when he hums a bit and rubs his face on you, in a weak attempt at getting closer, that you realize he’s in fact asleep.
Masterlist
#haikyuu#x reader#haikyuu x reader#hinata shoyo#brazil hinata#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa tooru#haikyuu smut#smut#hq smut#hq shoyo#shoyo hinata x reader#haikyuu shoyo#haikyu x reader#fanfic#hq fanfic#hq fluff
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Tokyo Revengers characters as animals 💖 (for no reason)
Kazutora: let's start with the most obvious one, our resident tiger. Which is funny considering he gives 0 tiger vibes. Or maybe rescued declawed tiger from an abusive circus. Wait a sec... Hanma and Kisaki have a circus theme going on... why did I never notice this? This starts well. Saddest tiger pic I could find
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Baji: A black gray wolf of course. 'nuff said
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Chifuyu: A cat. Kitty kitty meow meow. Not crazy enough to be orange, but he's gotta have green eyes and a kind face. This tuxedo:
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Koko: Talking about cats, here he is. Most obvious choice I've ever made. Black cat of course, very fancy, will knock shit off the counter and eats only the most expensive wet food
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Inupi: second most obvious one because you've gotta pick the race of the dog too. I say he's the only serious golden retriever you've ever seen.
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Takemichi: A mouse. He is squeaky and scared, looks like he eats cheese. Very cute. Big eyes.
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Hinata: A doe, beautiful and kind but will ram into you if you touch her loved ones
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Naoto: a buck because I am unoriginal. he does give off buck vibes tho
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Hanma: I know the official art makes him a caracal but I love being contradictory so maned wolf it is. Plus look at its long legs and creepy demeanor, it's him
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Kisaki: Listen, I am not the most partial person when it comes to him. He's my little meow meow, I wanna put either cat or bunny ears on him and squish his cheeks. But! Let's be honest, that boy is a snake. The deadliest snake in the world, the saw scaled viper, not the most venomous but highly aggressive. He eats mouse Takemichi for breakfast. Also look at its scales, they remind me of his adult hair.
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Mikey: A honey badger, small and cute but will bite your balls off and kill your family for fun.
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Draken: A lion, beautiful mane and a symbol of strength. Lives among a tribe of lionesses (lucky him)
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Mitsuya: I do not like spiders. At all. But an animal literally producing silk is the only choice for Mitsuya. However I am not masochistic so i won't put a spider image, just the web
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Taiju: Great white shark. Very smooth skin. Anyone who tells you they have sandpaper skin is lying.
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Hakkai: A seal, same eyes, same innocence, favorite prey of the great white shark
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Yuzuha: An orca, beautiful but deadly. Only predator of the great white shark. Also eats seals but let's not comment on that. I support women's wrongs.
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Pah-chin: it's too cliché to put warthog here, so i won't. He's a cane toad, one of the stupidest animal on Earth, one of their most common cause of death is eating shit they shouldn't because they stuff their mouth without thinking. They also hump anything, including dead animals from another species, and lay their eggs anywhere, which leads to a high mortality rate among their offspring. Why did I give so many facts? I don't know. Look at it.
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Peh-yan: A tarsier. it's the eyes.
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Sanzu: Arctic hare, crazy eyes and a gift for divination if you can understand his language
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Senju: a cutie baby. Bunny x2, will kick you.
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Takeomi: a rat. I am not a hater, rats can be cute, but this guy definitely gives off rat vibes
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Wakasa: So very pretty. White leopard of course.
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Benkei: A bull. I always thought his tattoos were a bull, but I was wrong I just looked it up. Still a bull.
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Shinichiro: This one was though, but I'd say a koala. I'm partial about it, but I feel like he would give his children poop to eat, and their reproductive habits are also not a good look on them.
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Emma: Japanese dwarf flying squirrel because I play favorites and that's the cutest little furball ever. it looks like it's wearing eyeliner
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Izana: Another small but deadly thing, the Australian box jellyfish, found notably along the coast of Malaysia (I feel so clever right now)
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Kakucho: Fiercely loyal dog, he's a Rottweiler. Don't tell me Izana and him don't have some kind of puppy play going on.
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Ran: Secretary bird. Canonically hates Kisaki which explains why he stomps snakes to death. Wears killer eyeshadow and looks like they hate your fashion style
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Rindou: Did you know a group of male Pacific tree frogs is called a chorus? me neither, which is why Rindou is a Pacific tree frog. Peace of music, yeah
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Mucho: Polar bear, cold and aggressive. Plus arctic hare and polar bear, there's a theme
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#the pictures are so blurry but I accept my fate#i have sniped shion and mocchi because I don't want a part 2 but they would be respectively another rat and not a gorilla#meaning mocchi can do whatever he wants#kazutora hanemiya#baji keisuke#chifuyu matsuno#kokonoi hajime#inui seishu#hanagaki takemichi#tachibana hinata#tachibana naoto#hanma shuji#kisaki tetta#mikey sano#draken#ken ryuguji#mitsuya takashi#taiju shiba#hakkai shiba#yuzuha shiba#Pah-chin#Peh-yan#sanzu haruchiyo#senju kawaragi#takeomi akashi#wakasa imaushi#benkei#shinichiro sano#emma sano#izana kurokawa
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⭐️Seduce me the otome: Hold Me AU Redesigns!⭐️
First post here on tumblr with more thoughts then just “huhuhu look i art pretty?” Hoping to develop this AU for this old ass fandom I’ve been apart of for like AGES. This AU is called Hold Me Like I Matter. And follows the Twin sisters Rika and Mika. Rika is definitely more of the main character just for a different perspective and personality. But Mika is still here! Just more of a supporting character for the time being, but I do plan to write a fic dedicated to her as well. Hold me Like I Matter is focused on Rika though. So mostly you’ll see me talking about her. Another thing this is a full AU facts, lore and backstories ARE different if a little similar. But fundamentally this is a different world. Thus the visual novel aspect of the game is not present and is written as if it is a novel. So there are no multiple love interests only one. The main love interest for this story? Matthew!
Now onto the Boys and there redesigns! For the most part I’m happy with all of these so you won’t see many details change. But let’s talk about each redesign even if it’s only a little bit and why I choose the things I did. And as a general note! I added red/pink in there eyes and gave them all various levels of freckles to show they are related despite being half siblings. There dad has red eyes and freckles.
Erik
Pretty simple, just made him more fashionable and less like a James look alike. At least in his clothes. Gave him an undercut cuz I feel it just fits him somehow. I myself am not the best clothes designer so his clothes are simple. But I feel for casual comfort it still works. And still shows off his more dramatic side if more subdued.
James
Gave him a sweater instead, but still kept his book/proper aesthetic.
Sam
So Sams design is more close to his OG, just gave him cargo pants and got rid of his shirt. There is a lore reason for this! Because he is more brute demon he runs automatically hotter. The more angry brute demons are or the more rage they have festering the hotter there bodies get. Which can cause them ti set things on fire when they touch something or melt through walls. This heat is controllable but typically most brutes like to have little to no clothing since usually there skin is already rock hard. Sam is fine literally no matter what the weather is. He can go shirtless in the snow and it will be an average temp to him. So he needs clothes a lot less then his brothers due. Tho they all still have this same trait. The angrier they are the hotter they get.
Mathew
He hates shoes? No he wares flip flops or slides so he can take them off easier but still wares them when he goes out and about. Pretty much the same otherwise gave him black skeleton sweats instead of jeans. And some buttons on his hoodie to represent his brothers.
Damien
More or less the same, gave him a longer coat. Kept the white pants, his eyes are brown rather than purple-blue. And he has naturally black hair! A trait that I stole from @new-tella-us ‘s Damien design! He dyes his hair the same color as Erik’s to look more like his brother. For several traumatic reasons that I feel anyone reading this may understand.
Rika & Mika
They are Twins! But as they got older Rika got taller while Mika stayed more or less the same height she was in high school. Rika looks more tried for manny MANNY reasons. And tends to not ware makeup. Mika dose so she can easily hide any eyebags better then her sister. Rika keeps her hair long and simply shampooed and brushed while Mika curls her hair slightly. It’s still obvious they are twins. They sound the same just with different tones. And they have the same face and eye shape, just due to Rika tiredness her eyes are more half lidded looking.
And that’s everyone! I hope to share them more and there story! Feel free to ask me any questions you may have. ✨Ask Box is open✨
#seduce me the otome#seduce me the complete story#seduce me the demon war#seduce me james#seduce me matthew#seduce me mika#seduce me erik#seduce me damien#seduce me sam#seduce me oc#seduce me otome#artwork#redesign#my ocs#oc stuff#oc x canon
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SELFISH
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HOBIE BROWN X BLACK CAT!READER
WARNINGS: smut, black cat is white in comics but there’s no mention of race here, black reader in mind tho, british slang, gwen stacy is mentioned but it’s the gwen in hobies earth NOT ghost spider gwen , royal family existence
a/n: wrote this for my black british ppl dem, hobies existence kinda made me proud. i put some british slang/phrases here n there. also, black cat is an underrated love interest i wish they put her in a movie.
It’s midnight, what better time to steal the crown jewels? Yes, it’s heavily guarded and there’s a slim chance you’ll even make it out alive but you needed them more than some overrated family. They don’t even belong to the royals, right?
You navigate through the tower of London, looking for something worthy of taking and risking your life for. Last time, you took (what was apparently) Queen Victoria’s robe and one of those fancy looking crowns. This is light work to you, but since you know the guards will be changing shifts in fifteen minutes, all you want to do is get the big one and leave.
Oh, what’s the big one you ask? St Edwards crown.
Yes, it’s not entirely ethical, robbing something from the most notorious robbers in history but it’s better off them and in someone elses hands, you figure.
Someone reliable, honest and responsible like you
Plus, your not greedy, the charity organisations were frequently shocked when ‘Anonymous’ donated $1,000,000 every month or so.
When you come face to face with with St Edwards Crown, your eyes widen behind your black goggles in amusement. The diamonds looked so…big.
After you fawned over the gleam of all the rubies and diamonds, you took out your laser and, carefully, cut a circle into the glass. Slowly, and gently, you pulled the cut glass away from the rest of the box.
Once your gloved hands touched the crown, you felt an odd chill in your spine.
“Oh, don’t mind me, love, just enjoying the show..” That familiar voice causes a smirk to appear on your face. When you turn around, you see that same patriotic red and blue covered by silver spikes. He’s leaning on the wall, arms crossed. You wonder how long he’s been standing there.
Or if he even cares that you’re stealing from his beloved monarchy.
“Spidey, strange to see you here…” You smirk before quickly replacing the real crown with a replica so no weight detectors could go off. Hobie smirked behind his spiked mask, “Strange to see me ‘ere? In my city?”
You loudly roll your eyes, putting your new souvenir in your bag. “Y’know what I mean. Did you see what I got this time?”
“The big one…Look at you! A year ago you were robbing the richest men in Dubai..” He chuckled as you smiled at his compliment. His heavy boots almost scare you when he walks up to you, he could alarm a guard.
Not wanting to cause a breach in security, you took out your grappler and shot up to the ceiling, “I’d love to stay with you, Bee, but a new apartment is calling my name!”
Bee. He smiled at the nickname as he remembered the many times you’d say it.
He stares at your every move, and how every one of your movements makes your body look so damn sexy. Your latex black suit giving you that perfect silhouette, not to mention the fluffy white fur on your calf and chest that ultimately made you look regal.
“For fuck sake..” He sighed. He remember what Miguel commanded.
‘Stop being an anarchist or whatever you call yourself and actually try capture the bad guys!’
Suddenly, five bright flashes shone into Hobies eyes, blinding the man as security guards rushed into the room. They had their tasers in one hand and flashlights in the other, analysing the room and the shattered glass from the glass roof. All Hobie could do in response was kiss his teeth.
“Took you lot long enough…” He raised his hands, surrendering as if he was trying to make them think that they had control.
They stepped closer to him, “What are you doin ‘ere, Spider?”
Hobie groaned again. The fact that this was the useless security the stupid government spent so much on made him sick, “Tryna catch the cat that’s been stealing shit from all around the world, you donut!”
One of the security guards looked at the missing artefacts and looked back at Hobie.
Hobie scoffed, “I knew you man were racist, but you’re really gonna accuse a black man for stealing these fucking jewels that don’t even belong to that bloke in the castle?!”
The security men didn’t know what to think, looking at each other to answer spiderman. They didn’t even know spiderman was black! “N-No! I would never-”
“Shut up, just shut up.” Under his mask, Hobie smirked. He webbed up to the ceiling, leaving the security guards gobsmacked. “If I ever see you again, it’s wraps, understand?”
They all nod.
“Wasteman…” he muttered, before chasing after you.
You ran along London rooftops, your movements a little slow due to the heaviness of your bag. This stealing shit was tiring, you hoped once you sold the jewels, you’d be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life.
After a few more leaps, you rested on the top of the shard, overlooking London and it’s nightlife. From here, you could see Leicester square and almost smell the food. You sighed, taking in the city.
Dreams of getting rich might’ve blinded your vision, but the rush feels exhilarating.
“You dropped this..” You turn around seeing Hobie, without his mask. He held a shiny ruby in between his fingers. “Come get it, kitty.”
You rolled your eyes at his banter and stood, walking towards him. As much as you tried to get him out of your head, his smile alone sent thousands of butterflies to your stomach. “Why are you following me so much, hm? Thought your big bad boss made it clear there’s a Gwen Stacy here that you have to be with-”
“And when have I ever listened to him?” He steps closer, placing the ruby in your hand. You watched him as he carefully removed your mask from your face, finally seeing your face.
You recall the time when he told you about this Gwen Stacy and how Miguel clearly expressed his disappointment that someone as smart as Hobie would ruin the multiverse due to his selfishness and some ‘petty thief’. As much as you understood all this about canon events and the multiverses, you loved Hobie too much to let him go to that fashion designer, Gwen Stacy.
However, after a lot of thinking, you decided it was best if you left him, not wanting him to face any problems with Miguel.
But, you miss him. You miss the smell of his cigarettes, the sound of his guitar, the feel of his naked skin pressed against yours.
It was for the best.
“Hobie, go away.” You try to snatch your back from him but he moved his arm above your head. His smile deepens as you cross your arms, looking up at you.
God, he missed you.
“Me and Gwen? It’s like watching paint dry. It’s boring. And most importantly, she’s not you!” His callous hands stroke your cheek, has he ever been this soft? “All I want is you.”
“You can’t have me. Miguel will have your head-” “Let him have it!” Hobie exclaims, as if that is a reasonable answer. You curse under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.
Hobie chuckles slightly because he knows you, and he knows his love for you. But when he sees you look at him sternly, all smiles stop.
“Why can’t you just understand that I want you to be safe, fuckin idiot..” You sigh. Hobie sighs too, but out of frustration. The two of you were like immovable object meets unstoppable force. Both as stubborn as each other.
He grabs your face and rests his forehead against yours. You cringe slightly at the feeling of his eyebrow piercing but look into his eyes anyway, “Fuck Miguel. I’m safe with you, I want you.”
Bastard, you thought before planting a kiss on his lips. He held you tightly, gripping onto your hip before deepening the kiss. Hobie’s kisses are something you’ve missed, especially the horny, sloppy kisses like the one you share now.
His hands search for a zip or any easy way to undress you as remove his punkish denim jacket. The feeling of you two undressing each other whilst standing on top of a tower is inexplicable. All you want right now is him, all of him.
He finally finds the zip to your suit and he marvels at the reveal of your chest, it almost makes him stain his trousers. It also didn’t help that you were wearing only your panties underneath.
Hobie would pay thousands, millions if he could see you dressed in nothing but the many jewellery you stole.
You’re just so badass.
“Lay…down..” He whispered in between kisses. You did as he said and lowered yourself to the floor. You stay mindful of your bag of opulence, trying not to knock it off the tower and bash someones head in.
He follows you down, not breaking his steamy kiss. By now, you both are half naked, staring at each other with nothing but pure ecstasy. “Ya gonna let me make you feel good?”
Whilst Hobie males you feel oh so good, you decide it’s time to make him feel just as good. You flip him over and straddle his crotch, staring down at your ex.
No, your boyfriend.
Hobie was already hard just by looking at you, but you grinding on his lap and leaving wet kisses on his torso may send him to a whole different dimension.
You let your fingers travel until you find the hem of his boxers, batting your lashes at him when you pull them down.
Now, Hobie was huge, you know this, but after months of your short lived ‘break up’ you truly forgot how big he felt inside you.
“F-fuckin hell..”, He groans, you figure he must’ve forgotten how good your gummy walls feel when he thrusts up into you. You instantly feel his hands grip onto your hips, rocking you back n’ forth while he feels you nipping at his ear. “Fuck sake, Y/N.”
After a few small movements, you begin to ride him. Your ass bounces off his pelvis as you moan in satisfaction. Hobie looks at you as if you were an angel, but then he sees your claws scratching his chest and he realises you are anything but.
“I missed this..”, You breathed, trying to uphold your dominant side. But it felt too good. “I missed you..”
You’re achingly close to your orgasm just when Hobie flips you around on your back. He looks beautiful with the stars behind him. “Missed you too, kitty.”
Wet, breathless kisses are left on your breasts as if Hobie wants to take you all in just incase something happens. You feel his cock slide inside you again as he whispers into your ear, “You’re so fuckin tight.”
His thrusts speed up as he builds up that sensation again, he wants to decorate your insides with his cum and there’s nothing you want more but for him to do so.
If anyone walked onto the roof and saw the sight of Spiderman fucking the Black Cat so roughly, they’d either faint or run to the newspaper agencies, claiming insanities. But, you wouldn’t mind if someone caught the two of you.
I mean, by the way you’re moaning, you must want someone to find you.
“I’m gonna…cum..” You mewled, gripping onto Hobie’s arms He closed your open mouth with a kiss, letting your moans fall onto his tongue. “Hobiee…fuck!”
“Wait f’ me…I’m so close, babe!” He nipped at your neck as you moaned for the whole city to hear. “Fuckin shit!”
With one more thrust, both of you shook as you climaxed, Hobie kissing your forehead repeatedly. The moans were gone, and replaced with panting. You quickly found your panties and suit and dressed yourself.
You heard Hobie whistle, then chuckle, “Got to do that more often, love.”
“We can after we take this to your place. I’m fuckin freezing, I need hot chocolate!”
“The way I make it?”
You look at his cocky smile, “Duh?”
BONUS:
The next morning, you find yourself clad in Hobie’s Sex Pistol tee, sipping hot chocolate opposite Hobie who’s leaning in his chair, tickling his guitar strings.
“What are your plans for today?” You ask, resting your head on your hand.
“Nuffin..” He sighs as he concocts a new melody with his instrument. “You?”
“Nuffin..”, You sip your drink once more and stare off to the distance.
There is a gentle moment of silence before a blue hexagon appears in Hobie’s living room. You look at Hobie in confusion, why would his spider society choose to come this early?
From the portal, Gwen and a brown haired man holding a ginger haired baby walk in. You’ve met Gwen a couple of time but not the middle aged man.
“Hobie, we need your help with this spiderman called Miles- WOAH!” The man spoke before notcing you, someone he’s never seen before, in Hobies apartment, in Hobies shirts.
“Uhhh…Hobie, there’s somebody in your-” “Peter..” Hobie began, before taking the baby from Peter.
“That ain’t somebody..” He gave you the baby in his hands.
The cute baby looked up at you curiously as you smiled down at her.
“That’s my gyal.”
#spiderman across the spider verse spoilers#spider man: across the spider verse#hobie brown x reader#hobie spiderverse#hobie x reader#hobie smut#astv hobie#black cat#so glad we have this black british representation
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Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader
WC: 1k
Summary: Among other things, Kiyoomi loves that you always seem to know what he's thinking.
A/N: Hi it's me, writing for Sakusa again even tho I feel like I know next to nothing about his character outside of reading other fics :D
One of the things Kiyoomi loves about you the most is that you always know. He knows he isn't the most expressive guy, but somehow you still manage to read him like an open book.
Take the last party Bokuto threw for the Black Jackals as an example. With everyone's significant others in the mix, it had ended up being quite the crowd. Everyone was talking and laughing, and as the evening wore on he was starting to get sick of the commotion. Bokuto slung an arm around his neck as he laughed loudly at a joke Hinata had told, and Kiyoomi had gritted his teeth, hoping his teammate would move on to his next prey soon enough.
Across the room, he saw you in conversation with Meian and his girlfriend. You happened to glance in his direction, and with a few more words and a smile, you stepped away from them and started toward him.
"Hey, Kiyoomi." At your approach, Bokuto greeted you and finally slid away from him. Kiyoomi let out a sigh, and you laughed softly. "Are you ready to go? I'm starting to get tired." There had been a sparkle in your eyes that suggested that wasn't entirely the truth.
"Yeah, I'm ready," He said too quickly, "Let's go home." You'd said your goodbyes and were stepping out into the cool night air within a few minutes. Immediately, he'd felt the weight lifting from him.
"Thanks," He breathed out softly, glancing sideways at you on the way to the car.
"It was really warm in there, wasn't it?" You said in response, sliding your hand in the crook of his elbow and giving his arm a comforting squeeze. You flashed a smile at him, and that was that.
Then, a few weeks ago, he'd forgotten his lunch. It had irked him, because you'd prepared it for him just the way you knew he liked, and now your work would be going to waste. On top of that, there were few things he enjoyed less than buying a quick meal at a convenience store, especially when he had practice for the rest of the day. It was always as though he could feel it settling wrong in his stomach. The fact that he knew nothing about the methods of its preparation didn't help matters any.
Still, when you'd texted him offering to bring his lunch for him, he'd refused. He knew you had a busy day, and the last thing you needed was to waste part of your own lunch break to bring him the meal he'd forgotten. Just this once, he was sure he could select something that would do from the convenience store down the street.
That was why he was surprised to see you mere moments after practice broke for lunch. You lifted the bento box with a smile, showing off the matching one you must have prepared for yourself.
"I knew the rest of your day would just feel completely off without having your lunch," You'd said with a shrug, "And I just wanted you to be able to practice at your best!" You'd shared the lunch break with him, and after that hour with you and the meal you'd prepared for him, he threw himself gladly into the remainder of practice. He'd felt on top of the world.
Just two days ago, he'd come home from practice more than ready for the upcoming weekend. The week had felt like it dragged on forever, and he wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower and then crawl beneath the fresh, clean sheets with you tucked against him. He just wanted to forget that the rest of the world existed.
When he stepped through the door, he was immediately met with the comforting scents of the dinner you were preparing. "Welcome home!" You'd chirped, and he'd let his hands linger on your hips for just a few moments as he pressed a kiss to your lips. It felt so good to be home.
"So, I thought we could go grocery shopping this evening," You'd said as you turned back to the stove. "We're getting kind of low on some things, and I just planned out a few meals for next week."
He felt a pit forming in his stomach, but he bit back his sigh. "Okay, sure." He tried to keep his irritation out of his tone. He knew you hated doing the shopping on your own, especially in the evenings. You'd turned toward him and tilted your head, assessing him for a moment before you turned to the cupboard and reached for some plates to set the table. You didn't say anything.
You were halfway through the meal before you spoke up. "You know, I think we should just stay home tonight." You said suddenly. "It's already getting dark, and I bet the selection would be better tomorrow afternoon, anyway."
His lips parted in silence for a few moments. "Are you sure?" He finally asked.
You grinned. "Yup. Let's just relax tonight, okay?"
"Okay by me," He said gratefully. You'd insisted he get in the shower while you cleaned up the dishes, and by the time he was out of the bathroom, the dishes were drying and the counters were wiped down. He found you in your pajamas, and you beckoned him to join you in bed.
He didn't need any convincing, and the moment he was under the covers, you'd maneuvered his head onto your chest, your fingers scratching soothingly through his curls.
"You had a tough week, huh?" You murmured. He only hummed in response, the 'tough week' already fading into memory under your gentle ministrations.
"Sorry you didn't get to go shopping," He'd finally whispered, and he felt the press of your lips on the crown of his head.
"I think this is a better use of our time," you had said softly.
There have been countless moments just like these. Moments when you show him again and again that you love him, that you see him. Every single time, it becomes more and more apparent to him. There's one more thing he wants to make sure you to know.
This is one thing he needs to tell you, in case you never do quite work it out on your own. When he sinks down on one knee, he's never been more certain of anything. "I love you so much, and there's no one I'd rather spend my life with than you. Every single day is yours, if you'll marry me."
#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader
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19. Little Black Dress
★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader
★ ❝ we look good together. ❞
★ c.w.: fluff, denji, lime, aki being so feral
★ a/n: hi darlings!!! i am officially back at school (kill me). we are now in the rising tension part of the story! things are about to crescendo, not in this chap tho (so enjoy the fluff while it lasts lolllllll). thank you all sm for coming on this ride w me. i dont have much to say, but thank you for all of your love throughout the course of this story. 10k reads? omfg. I'm shocked. love u all my babies. Anyway! i wont say too much. enjoy! comment comment comment away!!! xx
★ w.c: .6.2k
shameless ; chapter index
THE NEXT MORNING, when you finally woke, Aki was already in the kitchen, undoubtedly whipping something delicious together. In fact, you could smell it from where you were laying – what smelled like buttery eggs combined with the scent of him that lingered on his bedsheets. With a groan, you shifted, turning onto your side and then stretching your arms way above your head. Your bones and joints protested with a series of loud cracks.
A large part of you wanted to stay in his bed forever, melting into his clean sheets – and, yes, Aki had washed both the sheets and the pillow the night before, so you had a brand new backup blanket to swaddle yourself up in – until you were forced to get up. In fact, judging by the way you could hear him complaining to one of his "nightmare roommates" about something you couldn't quite hear, you couldn't imagine that the morning would have remained peaceful for much longer.
So, begrudgingly, you sat up – doing one more biggg stretch before swinging your feet over the edge of the bed and slipping out of its warm confines. Your feet were warm against the cold floor as you padded on over to the kitchen, popping the door open and–
Why is Aki pointing a knife at Denji? You thought.
The scene that unfolded before you was one that made you wipe at your eyes groggily, just to make sure you were truly seeing what you thought you had seen. Sure enough, Denji was sitting at the table with his tongue stuck out, using his arms to shield a plate from Aki – one that held an absolute monstrosity of a sandwich with eight whole slices of bread stacked atop one another. In front of him (and all around him) pots of jam lay discarded, making a mess all over the table.
"You're not my dad, topknot, so back off," He was hissing at your not-quite-boyfriend.
Aki waved the knife in Denji's direction, and now, you understood. He had been chopping up fruit for breakfast, and was using the knife as an extension of the harsh words he was spouting – "If I were your father I would have left you in a box in an alleyway somewhere. If you don't clean that shit up, I swear to everything that's holy in this world–"
"I'm part Devil, dipshit. I ain't scared of God!" Denji retorted.
"Fuck God," Aki's eye twitched, "I'll fucking kill you myself."
They're like siblings. Walking into the kitchen, you clasped your hands together, breaking up the argument with a friendly, "Good morning, you two."
Aki visibly softened at the sight of you – blue eyes dropping to your bare legs before raking themselves back up your body (which was draped in his sweater). Denji, in comparison, only got louder.
"Tell Captain ass to let me eat my breakfast in peace," He huffed.
You smiled. Smiled so hard your eyes crinkled at the corners.
You laughed softly at Denji's comment and took a seat at the table, pulling Aki's sweater tighter around yourself. "Whatcha cookin', Aki?" you asked, your voice still tinged with sleep.
"Scrambled eggs and toast," Aki replied, glancing at you as he flipped the eggs in the pan. His tone softened when he looked at you, his usual sharpness replaced with something gentler. "I'm feeling lazy this morning. That okay with you?"
"Of course it's okay," you replied, smiling at him. The warmth in your voice seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of affection in his eyes before he turned back to the stove.
Denji, still seated at the table, glared at Aki, then muttered, "Simp," under his breath.
You stifled a laugh as Aki ignored him with the practiced patience of someone who had heard far worse. He finished plating the eggs and paired them with crispy bacon and golden buttered toast before setting the plates in front of you and Denji. Finally, he sat down with his own plate, running a hand through his hair like he was already exhausted by the day's events.
You all ate in relative silence at first, the clinking of cutlery the only sound breaking the quiet. The food was delicious, the perfect mix of savory and comforting, and you let out a contented hum as you took another bite.
As you were finishing your eggs, Aki cleared his throat. "By the way, don't forget about tonight," he said, looking at you. "That formal event starts at seven. We should aim to leave by six."
You groaned, dropping your fork onto your plate. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that. All my clothes are still at the hotel. Do we... have to go back?"
Aki chuckled softly, shaking his head. "What kind of guy do you think I am? No, we can go shopping today if you want."
"Really?" Your eyes lit up as the idea sank in. "Can we go to the mall?"
"Anywhere you want," he replied with a small smile that made your chest flutter.
Denji, who had been quietly inhaling his food, suddenly slammed his fork down. "No fair! You never take me clothes shoppin'!"
"That's because you're a boy," Aki said, deadpan. "I've bought you plenty of clothes. You're the only person I know who can ruin six button-downs in a month." He took a sip of his coffee, then added, "You can wear my old suit again tonight. I'm sure you'll want to look put together for Miss Makima."
Denji's head snapped up, his eyes wide with sudden interest. "She's going?"
"Of course she's going," you replied with a teasing smile. "She's the one who organized the event."
Denji's reaction was instant and dramatic. He shoved the rest of his toast into his mouth, crumbs flying everywhere as he stood abruptly. "I gotta plan my outfit!" he mumbled around the food, then bolted out of the room.
You and Aki exchanged a look, his exasperation mirroring your amusement. Then, without warning, you both burst into laughter.
After a moment, he stood and began clearing the plates. You followed his lead, helping him stack them neatly by the sink. The two of you worked in companionable silence, and you found yourself stealing glances at him as he rinsed the dishes. There was something about the way he moved—so deliberate and calm—that made your chest ache in the best way.
"So," you said, breaking the quiet. "What's the plan for today?"
Aki shrugged, drying his hands on a towel. "First, we'll get you something nice to wear for tonight. Then maybe... coffee? Or whatever you want."
"Sounds perfect," you said, smiling.
"Good," he replied, and for a second, you thought you saw his lips twitch upward.
You couldn't remember the last time you had been to the mall. In fact, as you and Aki walked side-by-side, matching smoothies in hand – fingers interlocked in the middle, you couldn't remember the last time you had gone anywhere and had this much fun. The two of you had made your way up to the second floor in search of formalwear for the event later that evening. You were humming an indistinct tune. Aki had all of your shopping bags looped around his arm, carrying them effortlessly.
The two of you wandered through the buzzing mall, the cheerful hum of conversation and the sound of footsteps blending into the background. Aki glanced down at you, his dark hair catching the fluorescent light in a way that softened his usual sharp features. You took a sip of your smoothie, the cold sweetness of it perfectly complementing the light, giddy feeling in your chest.
"This one's good, right?" you asked, tilting the cup toward him.
Aki arched an eyebrow but leaned in anyway, lips just brushing the straw before he took a small sip. "Not bad," he admitted. "But mine's better."
"Oh, really?" you teased, reaching for his cup with a mischievous grin. "Let me see about that."
Aki rolled his eyes but handed it over, his fingers brushing yours as you grabbed it. You took an exaggeratedly thoughtful sip, pretending to evaluate it like a connoisseur. "Okay, fine," you conceded with a laugh. "Yours wins. This time."
He smirked, a small, rare thing that made your heart flip. "Told you."
You were still laughing as you passed a storefront that caught your eye. The mannequins in the window wore two dresses that couldn't have been more different, and yet they both drew you in. One was a soft, flowing gown in a pale shade, almost angelic in its simplicity. The other was bold, form-fitting, with a cold shoulder and a slit that suggested trouble.
You stopped in your tracks, tugging Aki's hand to get his attention. "Hold on. I need to see these."
Aki followed your gaze and then gave you a quiet, curious look as you stepped closer to the window. "Which one?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes glinting with interest.
"Both," you said with a grin.
He exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head, but didn't argue as you dragged him inside.
Once in the store, you reached for the rack behind the angelic dress first, running your fingers over the matching fabrics. "This one's pretty," you murmured, flicking through the rack for your size and then holding it up to yourself. It was the kind of dress that felt safe, elegant but not showy.
Then your eyes slid to the daring one, and you couldn't help but grin as you picked one up – luckily, also your size. "But this one..." you trailed off, holding it against yourself and glancing at Aki.
His expression didn't change much, but his eyes flicked to the dress and then back to your face, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. "That one's... something," he said, his voice low and careful.
You laughed, pretending to dismiss his reaction, but you could feel your cheeks warming. "Something good or something bad?"
He hesitated, then shrugged in that understated way of his. "You'll have to try it on."
With a scoff, you slipped your arm into the nook within the two hangers. Then, nodding towards the back, you headed off to the counter. A young-looking woman with a scowl on her face sat with her arm draped over the register, fingers drumming a tune.
You approached her, asking, "Do you have fitting rooms?"
Without raising her eyes to look at you, she waved to the back of the store. "In the back, to the left."
"Thanks," you said with a polite smile, though the clerk barely acknowledged it.
You turned to Aki, nodding toward the back of the store where the fitting rooms were tucked away. He followed you without a word, his dark eyes scanning the store's interior as you weaved through the racks.
When you reached the fitting rooms, you made a beeline for the one furthest in the back, tugging Aki along by the hand. A small bench sat against the wall outside the stalls, and you gestured toward it. "Sit here."
Aki's brow furrowed, and he looked at you with a faint pout that made your chest flutter despite yourself. "I'm just supposed to wait?"
"Yes," you teased, giving him a pointed look. "And no peeking."
He rolled his eyes but dropped onto the bench, folding his arms. "Fine. But don't take too long."
You chuckled and slipped inside the fitting room, the heavy curtain swishing shut behind you. The small, brightly lit space felt cozy, with a single mirror angled just right to catch every detail. You set the dresses down on the small bench inside and reached for the first one—the soft, angelic gown.
Sliding it on, you adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric down over your body, turning to catch the full effect in the mirror. It fit well – white fabric forming a sweetheart neckline over your chest, accentuating the curve of your waist, and falling in waves over your legs, down to your feet. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder; sheer fabric flowing around your arms like something out of a fantasy book.
You stepped out to show him.
He looked up immediately, his eyes softening as they swept over you. They paused over the sleeves.
"That's really nice," He hummed gently, tapping his chin in thought. It was funny, seeing him back here where he had no business being, manspreading without a care in the world on a bench that was way too short for him. "You look like a princess."
The compliment made your face burn, but you pushed a little further, "I need feedback, Aki. Decisions need to be made."
"How am I supposed to make a choice if I haven't seen the other one?" He quirked a sassy little brow. "This one looks really good on you. Get it."
You rolled your eyes, "Hold on."
Stepping back into the dressing room and closing the curtain behind you, you unzipped the side of the dress. It fell into a pile at your ankles. With a hiss, you swept it up, fumbling to hang it up.
Once you were stripped down to your underwear, you glanced at the strapless black dress that awaited you. There was simply no way that you would have been able to get away with wearing a bra with it, so you unclasped the back of your cotton bra and tossed it off to the side. Then, holding your titties for dear life, you unzipped the black gown and wiggled into it.
You looked like a completely different girl. The dress was cinched a bit around the waist, dark fabric flowing down to the floor. The slit in the side ran all the way up to your upper thigh – a daring choice, sure, but one you didn't exactly hate.You slipped your arms into the off-the-shoulder straps, and then paused to take a good look at your reflection in the mirror.
Who is this Diva? You thought.
Just to make sure that you really were looking at yourself, you turned around and looked at the back.
Holy shit, You noted, zipping the back of the corset up to bring everything in a little more. This dress is a little tight.
Can you see my cellulite?
My back rolls?
"I'm not sure how I feel about this one, Aki," you called out, tugging at the fabric to smooth it down. "It's a bit tight."
Before you could say anything else, the curtain suddenly parted, and you gasped. Aki stepped inside, his hand on the edge of the curtain, his eyes squeezed shut as if that made his intrusion less scandalous.
"Relax," he teased, a smirk curling at his lips. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Your shock melted into a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "Aki—!"
But then his eyes opened, and whatever quip you had died on your tongue. His gaze swept over you slowly, his sharp features softening as he took you in. His Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment, he looked like he couldn't decide where to settle his focus—your face, your figure, the daring slit in the fabric.
"This one..." he murmured, stepping fully inside and letting the curtain fall closed behind him. He glanced around to make sure no one had noticed before his hand reached out, skimming the fabric at your waist. "...This one is nice."
His voice had dropped an octave, and the way his fingers lingered, trailing down to your hip, made your skin tingle.
"Aki," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Shit," he muttered, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You just put it on, and I already can't wait to get it off you."
The heat in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, his lips brushed yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But the second you leaned into him, the kiss deepened, his hands sliding to your waist to pull you closer.
He's insatiable.
The gown's tight fit meant every part of you was pressed against him, and you could feel the slight hitch in his breath as his fingers splayed against your back.
"Aki," you mumbled against his lips, trying to sound scolding, but it came out more like a plea.
"Mm?" he hummed, his mouth trailing down to the corner of your jaw, then lower, grazing your neck.
"We're in public," you reminded him, though your own hands betrayed you, clutching at the lapels of his coat.
"I don't care," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before pulling back just enough to look at you again. His pupils were blown wide, and there was a rare, reckless edge in his expression. "You look amazing," he said, his voice rough. "Don't even think about putting that dress back on the rack."
Aki's lips pressed harder against yours, his hands steady on your thighs as he pinned you to the mirror. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your toes curl. You held onto him tightly, your arms looped around his neck, your fingers tangling in the strands of his dark hair.
The cool surface of the mirror at your back was a stark contrast to the heat building between you, and every small shift of his body against yours sent a jolt through you. His grip on your legs tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hips pressing into yours as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough.
You could feel his heartbeat, fast and insistent, matching the rhythm of your own. His lips left yours briefly, trailing down the curve of your jaw to your neck, where he placed a series of heated kisses that made you gasp.
"Aki," you whispered, your voice breathy and unsteady, but it only spurred him on. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and you arched into him, your hands clutching at the back of his coat.
"Love it when you say my name like that, Baby," he murmured against your skin, his tone low and teasing.
You couldn't help the soft laugh that bubbled out of you, though it quickly turned into a sharp intake of breath as his lips found that spot just below your ear again. "You started this," you managed to say, your voice trembling.
"And I'm not planning on stopping," he muttered, his breath hot against your neck before his mouth found yours again, his kiss deep and all-consuming.
The world outside the fitting room ceased to exist. The sounds of the store faded into the background, replaced by the soft, shared rhythm of your breaths. Every touch, every kiss, felt electric, and you lost track of time as you melted into him.
His hand slid up your side, just under the slit of your dress, his fingertips grazing bare skin. You shivered, your lips parting against his as he pressed closer, his weight grounding you against the mirror.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was reckless, that anyone could walk by and notice the curtained fitting room with two shadows tangled together inside. But as Aki's hands held you firmly and his mouth moved against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to care.
You stayed like that, lost in the heat of the moment, until the sound of a muffled conversation outside reminded you both of where you were. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing yours one last time, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.
"We should stop," you whispered, though you made no move to let go of him. "And wait until... 'til we get home, yeah?"
"Probably," Aki agreed, but the way he lingered, his hands still holding you in place, said otherwise.
His eyes searched yours, dark and full of something unspoken, and you couldn't help but smile, your lips brushing his once more. He deepened the kiss immediately, slipping his tongue against your lips, begging for entry – his hands gripped your ass a little tighter, throwing your legs around his waist and lifting you up with a mind-boggling ease. With a passion, he pinned you up against the mirror.
"Your back," You just barely managed to get out, clawing at his back through his sweatshirt, desperate to find purchase somewhere. "Aki–"
"Fuck waiting until we get home," Aki hissed, licking a stripe all the way from your collarbone to your jaw, "Need you right now."
After Aki made good on his word, taking you right then and there, up against the wall of the dressing room with his hand covering your mouth, he paid for the dress himself, uttering something about having to buy it.
What a gentleman.
Later in the evening, you were standing in front of Aki's bedroom mirror, makeup strewn over the surface of his dresser, brush in hand. You were wearing the black dress from earlier (as per Aki's request). Behind you, Aki had his back turned, doing up the buttons of his freshly-ironed, white dress shirt – crisp white fabric tensing around the muscles in his back and shoulders ever-so slightly before relaxing. As you combed the bristles through your locks, you couldn't help but revel in the domesticity of it all.
He looks so fucking good.
You turned your attention back to your reflection, setting the brush down on the dresser. Then, reaching for the concealer you had just finished using, you dabbed a little onto your neck – over the red hickey he had left in the dressing room only a few hours earlier – and then tapped it into your skin.
You caught Aki's reflection in the mirror. He was methodically adjusting his cuffs, his face neutral but focused. The sight of him in his neatly pressed shirt sent a quiet flutter through you, but beneath it, a pang of something heavier stirred. A memory.
"This feels like we're married, doesn't it?" you asked, the words leaving your lips softly, almost absentmindedly.
Aki glanced up, meeting your eyes in the mirror. His hands paused briefly, but he didn't respond immediately. You turned away from the mirror and looked at him directly, your heart tightening as you spoke again.
"I used to do this with my husband," you admitted, voice tinged with a wistful melancholy. "Getting ready together. Picking out the right tie or fixing my makeup while he fussed over his hair." You smiled faintly at the thought, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "That was before he started the... uh... the–" You swallowed, "The whole being-an-abuser thing..."
Aki's brows furrowed slightly, his hands still on his cuffs. He didn't interrupt, letting you continue.
"Is it crazy that I still think about him?" you confessed, the weight of those words surprising even yourself. "Not in a good way, but I just– I can't seem to wipe him from my memory, you know?" Your voice caught, and you swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor. "How many years we spent together, and now... well, now I hate his guts."
"That's normal. You wasted years of your life on that piece of shit. He's not gonna just disappear, but..." he said quietly, his voice steady. "You don't have to forget him to move forward."
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.
You don't have to forget him to move forward.
Can I... move forward?
"You're right," You sighed. Turning back to your reflection, you uncapped the rouge lipstick you had purchased the day before and painted your lips with it. "I think I'm just worried about tonight. I mean, what if he shows up?"
"Don't worry about that," He replied. It was sort of funny, how easily he said it. Like your husband was nothing more than an ant beneath his boot, something that passed like the wind. He slipped his tuxedo coat on with a similar grace, "He's not supposed to come."
"But what if he does?"
Finally, Aki turned around, regarding you with a faint hum, "Then you stay by my side and I beat his ass if he tries getting close to you."
His confidence was admirable. You had no doubt that he could take your husband in a fight. Still, the thought that he wanted to fight for you – the concept of having someone who loved you so much that they were willing to go to war for you – was something foreign to you. It was... nice. You hadn't ever experienced it before.
Why do I feel like crying? Biting back the tears and choosing to smile instead, you walked over to where your lover was standing – basked gently in the warm lamplight, shadows of his past dancing over his face, hair tied back into that stupid little topknot you loved so fucking much. Hell, you loved everything about him.
This is love.
You took the tie from his hands carefully. "Promise you won't leave me?"
Not tonight, not ever?
Both of you knew what you meant, and it was more than just a request for the evening. It was a promise for the indefinite future, the promise of commitment, the promise that he would love you even on your worst days, when no one else could.
"On my honor," He peered down into your eyes with nothing but fondness, like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky yourself. Then, barely fighting back a lovestruck grin, he answered, "I love you more than I've ever loved anything before, you know that?"
Promise you won't break my heart? You thought. He was the kind of handsome that made your heart ache. The kind of handsome you wouldn't be able to take getting your heart broken by – the kind of handsome you kept in a locket in your pocket when you went into battle, yearning to return so that you could see it once more.
"You look dashing, honey," You placed your hand on his chest. "Zip my dress up?"
"Of course, pretty girl," He smiled, visibly melting at the nickname – he's so cute. You turned around, baring your back to him. The dress's zipper was undone. His hands were warm and reassuring, grazing the skin of your back, reaching for the zipper and pulling it up. You had to fight a shiver as his hand climbed up your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
When he was done, he laid his head on your shoulder and peered at your reflection, hands coming to rest on your waist. His eyes raked over your dressed form like you were a painting. "We look good together."
You smiled. "I still can't believe this is happening – us, the divorce," You sighed, "Not to kill the buzz."
"You're not chickening out on me, are you?" He teased.
"Of course not. I wanna be with you, Aki," You replied. "I'm not backing down now," A pause, then you continued, "I just... I'm a little lost. I don't know where to go from here. I don't even think I know any lawyers."
Aki pressed a kiss to your nape, murmuring, "I can help you. Don't worry about all of that tonight, though, okay? Just try to have a good time."
Try to have a good time.
Yeah, he's right.
You smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Then, wheeling yourself around, you tossed the tie around his shoulders.
You wound the fabric around his neck – the same way you used to do with your husband so long ago. The way you hadn't in so many years. Then, like they had memories of their own, your hands worked the tie into a bow. Once you were done, you patted his chest for good measure. (It felt like you were patting a wall of muscle, of course).
Rather than thanking you verbally, Aki leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
Then another.
And, when you didn't stop him, he gave you another.
"Aki," You giggled. His love was dizzying – wrapping around you like perfume and making your head feel light. "My lipstick."
"Sorry," He chuckled, not sounding the very least bit sorry about it. Still, he gave in, stepping back to admire you (but not before taking the opportunity to smack your ass). "I'm gonna check on Denji. Gotta make sure he doesn't fuck up my old suit."
You smiled, "He's 16, isn't he? I think he can handle dressing himself."
"Last time we had a black-tie event, he decided not to tell anyone that he totally fucked the buttons up until after the party was halfway over," He replied. "You overestimate him."
"I can help him," You added. "Does he know how to tie a tie?"
"Not a chance," He snapped back, already heading out the door. "You're only allowed to do that shit for me. He can piss off."
He's so jealous, You mused. Still, you couldn't deny the way your eyes dropped down to his slack-bound ass as he walked out the door. He looks so good in slacks, it's not even funny.
Your quiet reverie was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Before you could answer, it swung open, and Power's wild head of hair popped in. Her expression was unusually... uncertain, her eyes darting around the room before finally landing on you.
"You," she said, pointing dramatically. "Help me."
You blinked. "Me?"
"Yes, you!" she said with a huff, stepping fully into the room. She was wearing a suit of her own. "Topknot said I look like feces. Feces! Can you believe that?!"
"Actually, yeah," you said, lips twitching into a smirk before you could stop yourself. Power glared, but it lacked her usual venom, replaced instead by something almost... sheepish.
She groaned. "You're the only other girl around here. Teach me! Make me not look like feces."
"Uh..." You glanced at her face, then at the chaotic contents of the bag. It looked like she'd raided a dollar store makeup aisle and grabbed whatever she thought was shiny. "Do you even know what any of this is for?"
"Of course not!" she snapped, crossing her arms like you'd offended her deeply. "That's why I came to you. Now, fix my face!"
You stared at her for a moment, caught between surprise and amusement. "Alright, fine. Sit down," you said, gesturing toward the foot of Aki's bed. "But if you're gonna ask for my help, you have to actually listen to me."
"Fine, fine," Power grumbled, plopping into the chair with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. "Just make me look better than him." She jabbed a finger toward the door, clearly referring to Aki.
You couldn't help but laugh as you started sorting through her chaotic collection of makeup. "That's a tall order, Power. But I'll do my best."
Power squirmed on the edge of Aki's bed, her knees bouncing with impatience. "How long is this going to take? I don't have all day, you know!"
You rolled your eyes as you sorted through the chaotic pile of makeup she'd brought. Most of it was a disaster—cheap glitter, unflattering shades of lipstick, and eyeshadow palettes that looked like they'd been designed by a clown. "If you want me to make you look good, you'll have to sit still and stop complaining."
Power groaned dramatically, flopping backward. "This is torture. I thought humans were supposed to be good at this kind of thing!"
"Some of us are," you said, holding up a small collection of products you deemed usable. "But if you keep moving like that, I'm going to make you look worse than 'feces.'"
She bolted upright, glaring at you. "Impossible! I, Power, cannot look worse than feces!"
You smirked, stepping closer with a makeup brush in hand. "We'll see about that. Now close your eyes."
Power reluctantly complied, squeezing her eyes shut like a kid about to take medicine. You began gently brushing a soft beige eyeshadow across her lids, choosing a subtle color to even out her skin tone.
"Why is this taking so long?" she mumbled, her voice laced with irritation. "Just slap it on and be done!"
You resisted the urge to sigh. "Makeup isn't about 'slapping it on.' It's an art. You have to take your time."
She cracked one eye open, peering at you suspiciously. "You like doing this, don't you? Messing with my face."
You snorted. "You're the one who asked me for help."
"I didn't ask," she shot back. "I demanded. There's a difference."
"Of course there is," you said dryly, moving on to her eyeliner. "Now hold still. This part's tricky."
As you carefully traced a wing along her lash line, Power muttered, "Why do humans care so much about this? Isn't it better to be feared than admired?"
"Maybe," you replied, leaning back to inspect your work. "But admiration has its perks. And it doesn't hurt to look nice every now and then."
Power scoffed. "I already look nice. I'm the pinnacle of beauty."
You smirked, reaching for a tube of mascara. "You'd look better if you stopped bragging."
She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it shut when you held up the wand. "What's that?"
"Mascara," you said. "It makes your lashes look longer."
"Longer lashes? What's the point of that?"
"To look pretty," you said, leaning closer. "Now blink."
Power blinked, the wand brushing her lashes. She flinched slightly but didn't complain. "This is weird. Do you do this every day?"
"Not every day," you admitted. "But sometimes, yeah. It's fun."
She was quiet for a moment, her golden eyes flicking to yours. "You do it for Topknot, don't you?"
You felt your cheeks warm. "I don't do it for him."
Power smirked, clearly pleased with herself. "Hah! I knew it. You're trying to keep him hooked!"
"It's certainly a perk," you said with a shrug, dabbing a soft blush on her cheeks. "He likes me with or without makeup, though."
"He likes you a lot. Like, in general," Power frowned, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. "He's... less boring these days. You make him less boring."
You paused, surprised by the honesty in her tone. "Thanks, Power. That means a lot."
"Don't get mushy on me," she grumbled, crossing her arms. "Just finish already."
You smiled, reaching for the final touch—a tube of lipstick in a flattering shade of pink. "Alright, last step. Hold still."
Power pouted dramatically as you applied the lipstick, her sharp teeth peeking out when she smirked. "Am I done now?"
"Almost," you said, stepping back to admire your work. She looked... surprisingly polished. The soft tones balanced out her wild energy, giving her a refined edge without losing her unique charm.
"Okay, now you're done," you said, handing her a mirror.
Power snatched it eagerly, her eyes widening as she took in her reflection. "Whoa... I look.. amazing!" She spun toward you, her grin wide and toothy. "I'm a goddess!"
You laughed, shaking your head. "You look good, Power. But don't let it go to your head."
"Too late!" she declared, striking a dramatic pose. Then, to your surprise, she bowed deeply. "Thank you, lowly human. Your skills are worthy of my magnificence."
Before you could respond, she bolted for the door, yelling, "Topknot! Behold my beauty!"
Aki appeared in the doorway just in time to watch her sprint down the hall. He sighed, his hand smoothing over his tuxedo and, God, he looked as good as always. "What did you do to her?"
"Just gave her a little confidence boost," you said with a grin.
Aki stepped into the room, looking sharp in his tailored suit. His gaze softened as it landed on you. "You look beautiful."
Before he could say more, Denji peeked around the corner, his curiosity evident. "Sorry to interrupt. What's with Power? She's yelling about being a goddess or something."
You smiled, leaning into Aki as he sighed again. "She asked me to do her makeup," you said warmly.
Denji's eyes widened, "That's like putting lipstick on a pig."
"And you wearing a suit isn't the same shit?" Aki retorted. Then, one last look at you, and he was reiterating his previous compliment, "That dress looks phenomenal on you, by the way."
His gaze lingered for a beat longer, his lips curving into the smallest of smirks, as if daring you to remember too.
"Yeah, miss!" Denji chimed in with an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "You're seriously smokin'!"
Aki didn't even hesitate. He jabbed Denji right in the nuts, sending him doubling over with a dramatic groan.
"Idiot," Aki muttered, though he didn't look the least bit sorry. He turned back to you, brushing his knuckles gently against your hand. "Are you ready to go?"
You smiled, letting your fingers graze his before rising to your feet. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Aki stepped aside to let you pass, his hand resting lightly on your lower back as you made your way out. Denji followed behind, still muttering complaints about "stupid old men" as they all piled into the car.
a/n: I LOVE DENJI SO MUCH UGH. i wanted some comfort before i wrote the next chapter. pls beware omg. all ill say is that all of you will FINALLY BE SATISFIED!!!! let me know your predictions or whatnot in the comments below!!!! Love u alllllll xx QOTD: What do you do for work/study? x
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I’m so happy this is finally finished! It took awhile to finish but i’m so happy!!
This is just a fanart of a headcanon i have of MC in a transformers fanfic i read in quotev where in the future she becomes a rebel against the senator council and goes threw out Cybertron graffitiing peace protests against the government and puts up hologram posters of facts and the lies that the council puts up to propagandize Cybertron’s population.
Honestly the hardest part on MC’s design is the shoulder and legs wheels cause i’ve never drawn transformers so i was racking my head on how to draw them. And also is it just me but why are transformers helms so hard to draw?!! Like i know it’s a helmet but just kept feeling like i just made them bald. But it’s so much fun trying to draw something that i’ve never tried before and so glad that there’s a concept art for the MC of the story in chapter 18 cause if there aren’t any i’m an absolute goner to draw this!!! And I mostly drew this in the Transformers animated style cause primus save me it would have took me ages of life to draw this in like prime or IDW style (to those who can transformers in that style, i bow to your superior skills cause most people would think that drawing detailed blocks are easy but PITS NOPE!!!)
And i gave little reference on the paint that’s inside the paint spray gun where the colors i referenced to the cover of the fanfic (and i also made MC holding a car spray gun to do her graffiti cause i kind of thought that no one in Cybertron have graffitied yet so for MC to do it in Cybertron like back in her life as a human she uses spray guns that are used to paint cars/alt modes in transformers. And if someone ask on why the spray gun is attached to a hose on MC’s bag thing, the black part of that bag is to storage paints so like the bags used by graffiti artists that i found and the red bottom part of the bag is an air compressor thing like it’s used in car spray gun but in a more portable size. And honestly not sure if i should call it bag cause, atleast in my headcanon on how MC made her handicraft bag, technically it’s just a metal box that MC found that she attaches a cut hose for the sling and maybe and old used air compressor she fixed cause if I remember correctly bags aren’t a thing in Transformers so i tried to incorporate that). And in the background is actually those colored beats like in videos where each music beats the video shows it as a reference to MC’s love of music (and the blue pink colors are not only referring to MC’s optics but also cause in the fanfic she has the power to open a portal to the void/shadow realm so i was referencing that). And the white lines on the edges of the drawing is a referencing to MC hacking and putting up hologram posters cause i thought that if MC is going to get the truth from the government she will need to be able to hack computer systems and such to get them. And it’s just a tiny detail but the curves inside of Nebula as she swirls behind MC where it’s sharp is a reference that she looks like flowing flames but I didn’t want it to be too obvious so i just decided to make her a flowing blob (cause i thought that that’s what she looks like in the solid world if MC isn’t in the void) shadow with slight sharp angles like how stylized fires look like. Also can someone tell me if there’s a device in Transformers to make hologram posters? Cause I wasn’t sure what it would look like so just made it look like a flat disc in MC’s right servo. And just a headcanon as well, MC’s will absolutely splatter herself with colorful paints as not only as protest against the government that tries to make her to convert to their ideals but also just as a fun self expression where while MC is covered it messy paints it’s also made her beautiful with her confidence on not being afraid to stand out and be different (tho i have a feeling that if Knockout saw her like that he’ll have a spark attack) kind of like a transformer’s version of tattoos and such. The feathers on MC’s helm i intentionally put rainbow colors on them cause i kind of thought that the feathers are holographic so every time MC moves her feathers reflects and changes color. And the reason why i made MC and Nebula surrounded with so many colors is sorta kind like a representation how went from just living by under the rules of Cybertron to taking charge in trying to help Cybertron by doing things that’s different by the standards there and giving color to the lives around her. And i made Nebula with wings as a little nod on her connection with Unicron and i just made her sparkly cause i thought it’ll be pretty hehe~ along with the mismatched mascaras that MC uses cause i just thought it adds abit of that rebellious allure especially since the colors that are used are the shade of the other optic’s color!
Honestly this is one of my favorite drawings i made! I’ve always loved those drawings where monochromatic colors being surrounded by like a rainbow bomb around them, so this drawing is definitely my absolute favorites!
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And also if anyone is curious and wants to read the fanfic that i’ve been rambling above on the fanart i made here’s the link to the fic!
Please give some love to the author of this fic cause they’ve worked really hard to make this incredible well written fanfic that goes in depth on Transformers. And don’t forget to leave a heart on their fic! Like seriously go and give this a read! The plot hasn’t even gotten to the war part of the Transformers and it’s already so good! And to those who want a various x reader fic where the relationship goes deeper then just characters falling in love without context, this is a fic for you simping boos out there!
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