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atopearth · 1 year ago

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Norn9: Var Commons Part 8 - Ron Muroboshi Route

Time for the (apparently) trash man?! I love trash though. LMAO when Nanami wondered about why Ron was always so tired when he does nothing, and then contemplates whether his exhaustion is because of old age😂😂 Excuse mee, Nanami!! Hahaha. I like the CG, I mean I guess it helps that Ron not buttoning up all his shirt buttons makes him hot too hahaha. Ron obviously only cares about what everyone's powers are but I can't help but be interested in him. Lmao at Heishi being soft on Ron's laziness just because he reminds him of his little brother that doesn't like to do chores either. I agree with Nanami that Ron is so frustrating to talk to hahaha. But I am also curious about why he stepped in between her and Akito. I guess Ron likes to playfully annoy people and also dig at people's wounds when he can in order to see how they react. Ron is such an ass, it's actually hilarious. Love how bluntly he said he wants Nanami to be his lover so he can use her power because whatever it is, it seems useful. It's funny how even Nanami thinks Kakeru is a nasty guy hahaha. I agree that Kakeru and Koharu really do smile so happily and genuinely with each other though, I think that's the main reason why I love them so much. Even though Ron is dodgy, I do like how he's making Nanami think about whether she's just changed from listening to the orders of her father to listening to the orders of The World instead of actually being able to choose what she wants to do. Setsu bumping into Nanami must have been on purpose..Anyway, I enjoy Ron and Nanami's interactions because Ron says whatever he wants and Nanami is very honest about her dislike towards him haha. HAHAHA, I thought Ron was heating up some hot chocolate or tea or something for Nanami but he was heating up sake for her, this guy lol!

I loved it when Ron just asked Nanami if she wants to run away with him. Man, when Ron pushed Nanami down and even kissed her, like dang, glad she was able to punch him, but at the same time, it was obvious that she was only able to escape from his grasp because he let go. I think it was great when Ron basically said to Nanami, you are not your power. Considering how she's only been used by her father for this power and how she only got on this ship because of this power, it's hard for her to not think that this power is her, but Ron telling her that this power of hers doesn't define the person she is was nice. She's always seen herself as horrible because of the terrible things her powers are capable of after all. I loved it when Nanami held Ron's hand so he would stop going the wrong way but he still ends up trying to walk the wrong way lmao.

It's so funny how everyone goes to Nanami about Ron's behaviour, she's like his new caretaker haha. They're so funny together, I love it. It was so funny when Nanami said she couldn't imagine Ron having friends, and he said they probably hate him, so she responded saying are they really his friends if they hate him? And then Ron was like she's not fond of him but he thinks of Nanami as his lover hahahaha. This guy man. When Heishi said it's rare to see Nanami let out her emotions on someone...I guess that's what I enjoy about their relationship. Nanami usually keeps to herself and hides her feelings and stuff, so having Ron get on her nerves all the time, to the point that she can't hide how she really feels is nice. I love the option of slapping Ron awake, but lmao that he enjoys it and it basically has no effect of him😂 Honestly, it's such a low bar, but Ron remembering Nanami's name and telling her he remembered it was cute, I can totally see how she got caught off guard haha. So Ron actually has a proper reason for wearing sunglasses? One of his eyes is an artificial eye and the other is getting weaker, and he hopes to get another artificial eye but has to fulfil the request of this friend of his before they'll make it for him? I liked how honest their interaction felt in the bed, and it was really cute to see how much Nanami cared for Ron, but dang, he got her to even fall asleep there on his bed in his arms haha! He must have been able to notice how tired she's been.

Ooh okay, I didn't expect things to start moving again. It's saddening that Nanami was forced to use her powers on Mikoto because Ron basically threatened her, but it is quite apparent that just as Nanami wanted to protect Mikoto, she also really wants to protect Ron. Nanami pleading to Ron asking him to not hurt people anymore really broke my heart. She likes him so much she can't bear to see him hurt the people that are precious to her, nor can she bear seeing him as a bad person. Ron stealing Koharu's powers is definitely bad since hers is the strongest offensive power that's basically capable of destroying all of civilisation. Dang, Ron was wild, I didn't expect him to take out his artificial eye and throw it away since he couldn't fulfil his part of killing the espers. Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about the happy ending, mainly because erasing Ron's memories as he wanted may have stopped him from doing "bad stuff" but it also feels like the Ron now is missing something and I can't say I like him as much as I want to anymore. I guess memories really are important to form a person's sense of self huh, because Ron feels very empty, and I just can't think of it as a happy ending even if they're technically living peacefully at this moment in time anyway. Okay that tragic love ending was sad, Nanami killing Ron and herself is terrible. Well, damn, that bad ending was uncomfortable. Seeing Nanami basically live a life like she did back then but instead of following her father's orders, she's now following Ron's just so she won't be abandoned is just sad, and the fact that he uses her like a puppet and makes cruel jokes is just..horrible. I've always wondered why everyone didn't force Ron to do work properly so seeing that addressed in the short story was nice even though everything basically happens as you expect it would haha. HAHAHA, I love how Ron just took Itsuki's request to lie and then just answered Sakuya's request by telling him what he wanted to know without any regards to the fact he accepted Itsuki's request lol. Nanami's request for him to hold her hand was super cute though!

Overall, I definitely liked Ron's route much more than I thought I would. I have to agree with the others that you'll probably want to ditch your self-respect and accept that Ron is trash in order to enjoy it though haha! For me, I've always loved fictional trash men so it was a great ride. Personally, I found Nanami and Ron's interactions the most fun. Nanami never minced her words and Ron never cared enough to feel offended by anything so it was really fun to watch them banter with each other. But what I also really enjoyed with them was how even though Ron never made it seem like he cared, his actions showed otherwise, and the fact that he remembered things about Nanami was very telling of how he felt. I loved how he made her contemplate her choices of following The World, and I also really liked how he felt comfortable with her and even told her about his eyes. It wasn't a healthy relationship and the ending was quite unsatisfying to me but I think the first half more than made up for it. However, Ron definitely does do things that can be uncomfortable in his route whether it be pushing Nanami down, being terrible and manipulative in his bad ends and just all around causing pain for Nanami until the end when she erased his memories so yeah, he's definitely not a guy for everyone. One disappointing thing though is how they didn't bother going into Ron's thoughts or his past much for me to really understand his character and why he felt like he couldn't stop himself from this madness. And I also wanted to feel how much he needed those artificial eyes but because of his attitude most of the time, it was kinda crazy to think that he did all this stuff just for artificial eyes lol. Like it's his reason for doing everything he did throughout all the routes but it was never elaborated on so that sucked especially since he seems chill enough to not care lol. Otherwise, in conclusion, he's trash but I love him, extra points for Tomokazu Sugita being his VA!

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genshinboys · 3 years ago

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MAFIA HEADCANONS - KAZUHA

WARNING: NSFW

PAIRING: KAZUHA X FEM READER

„Sorry, am I late?”

The opalescent bells chime when Kazuha walks into the doughnut shop through the back door.

He picks up on the subtle change in the colour of your cheeks, lightly floured hands gingerly wave in his direction. You proceed to dust them off hurriedly while trudging towards Kazuha. You smell like doughnut frosting. He takes a deep, very greedy drag of that sugary aroma. The corner of his mouth goes up, the smile cloyingly sweet, on pair with the smell that leaves his mouth salivating.

„N-no, I was, erm-, I was about to close. You are right on time.”

Shimmery crimson orbs drop to your hands. The remains of the batter got stuck between your fingers.

„Here, let me help.”

His voice is like syrupy liquid, dulcetly taking control of your ability to breathe. Kazuha gathers your hands in his. He thrives in the way your blush deepens, so he boldly takes a step forward. You are fidgety. That’s right. Tremble for him more. He wants to hear these helpless gasps. With feather-like strokes, he wipes off the remaining batter unhurriedly. Kazuha takes his time, growing more cheeky with each louder thud of your heart. What are you so cute for? He is just holding your hands after all. He could do so much more.

But you are his childhood friend, and he is a member of the mobster family.

Kazuha lets go of your hands.

„Erm-, thank you..., Kazu.”

As if you pushed an invisible button, all the cogs in his brain twirl. It doesn’t do him any good when you whisper his name so shyly. He likes to imagine how much more desperate it would sound if he pressed your body to the counter, if he clutched you so tightly that you would not be able to break free from him. And then, what if he just took your lips in his and kissed them till they were bruised and swollen?

Don’t get him wrong. He is a calm and reserved man. He would never hurt you. But for mercy’s sake, wouldn’t it be glorious to have you squirming beneath him, skin flushed from arousal, eyes glazed over and ready to spill big fat tears when he ploughs into you with his dick? Kazuha has been a fool thinking that he could control himself around you.

„No problem. I like how your hands fit in mine.”

He fucking said it, he really did. He wants to congratulate himself on his eloquent wording despite the lewd thoughts in his lusting over you brain. How romantic.

You giggle nervously, turning your eyes away. He arches his perfect eyebrow, his guts doing ballerina pirouettes. Fuck it, maybe he really should just go for it. He lets his breath out slowly, eyeing the sticky from doughnut glaze countertop. Not the most convenient of places to finally have you wrapped around his middle, but hey, hasn’t he already jerked off to that exact scenario?

So, Kazuha with half his mind pegging him to lift that ass of yours to drag you to the tacky kitchen surface, moves towards you almost predatorily. He reaches out with his hands, and he is just oh so fucking close to squeezing your ass but then...

His phone starts ringing.

Again.

Your body jerks and Kazuha stops dead in his tracks. The blasted contraption somehow startled the shit out of both of you.

„K-Kazu?”

You question weakly, eyes dropping to the device buzzing in the pocket of his distressed jeans.

„I’m sorry.”

He exhales, coming to terms with the idea that maybe, just maybe, he will never take this load off his mind... and dick.

He retrieves the phone, and with just one glance at a ginger-head smirking at him from the photo on the screen, he pushes it back to the safety of his pocket.

„Aren’t you going to pick up?”

You question, noticing the revolted look on his face.

„It’s not that important.”

A lie. A big fat lie. Sure, he did not just ignore the call from a fellow mobster. Childe really has the best fucking timing, doesn’t he? He makes a mental note to remind him about not calling him when it is long past his working hours. On the other hand, it could be something urgent. Dang it. He had better call him back.

„I’m going to fetch some snacks for our movie night, ok? Close the shop and wait for me outside.”

Kazuha’s voice drips like honey, and you can’t conceal the shiver that makes you quiver pathetically before the platinum blonde man. You bob your head pliantly, and his eyes crinkle when he playfully ruffles your hair before spinning on his heel and exiting the doughnut shop.

He goes to the grocery store around the corner. Kazuha doesn’t even make it to the alley with your favourite chocolate candy when his phone goes off again.

„Fuck it, Childe. What’s your deal? It better be something important. I’m with Y/N. You know damn well she doesn’t have a clue ab---,”

„Is she with you? Kazuha, fuck, they’re after her. H-hey, can you hear me?”

Kazuha almost drops his phone when he hears the sound of the shattering glass in the distance. He ditches the basket and dashes out of the building, bumping into the perplexed customers. Sheer terror and panic stab his heart, and it feels like it mounts with every step closer to the doughnut shop. He notices the pieces of broken glass, scattered all over the pavement in front of the entrance.

It is this type of fear that he has never experienced, the one that almost leaves him petrified. But he cannot let anything bad happen to you.

„Y/N!”

He yells on top of his lungs, barging inside, voice numb with shock.

„Well, would you look at that? The rat came out of the hole. I would have done it a long time ago If I had known it would be so easy to corner you, Kazuha.”

Kazuha’s blood freezes in his veins at the sight of you being held by one of the members of their rival gang. There is a knife at your throat, and his disgusting hand is covering your wet from tears face. Kazuha grits his teeth, his whole body throbbing with a mix of rage and disarming anxiety. He needs to stay calm.

„I’m here Y/N. you are going to be alright.”

He focuses all his attention on you, crimson irises look at you reassuringly. You try to stop the tears from running despite the panic surging through your body. You bob your head, at least, as much as you can with the guy digging his fingers into your cheeks. He yanks you harder, not happy with the idea of you moving in his tight clutch.

„Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Kazuha. What can you possibly do, huh? You are done for. You and that cute girl of yours.”

Two other thugs are surrounding you, waiting for the orders from their leader. They are armed and itching to take revenge on the platinum blonde. If not for you, Kazuha would be more than willing to indulge them, but he finds himself paralysed, afraid to make the smallest of moves.

„Y/N, I can’t believe you are letting him touch you like that.”

Kazuha says hoarsely, with his eyes narrowing. You see how his body tenses, stiff as a board, focused and ready to attack. Nothing much like your childhood friend whose touch has always felt more delicate than the strokes of the softest feather. Your legs feel wobbly with fear, but you know what he is hinting at.

Despite your initial reluctance, he was dead set on teaching you how to defend yourself. You shrugged him off each time, treating the lessons rather lightly. Him being a martial arts teacher does not mean that you have to become one of his pupils, even if you are his best friend, right? After all, why would you need to know how to land a punch or two? Totally unnecessary, you presumed. But stubbornly so, Kazuha kept nagging you about that, showing you all these weird moves, elbow strikes or groin kicks. Yes, you decided to let him teach you, especially because these lessons always evolved into playful tickle fights. His fingers roamed boldly over your body, pressing into the curves of your hips. He would let you overpower him, giggling so hard that his eyes started to well up. He would always laugh so melodically, setting your groin on fire and your cheeks turn red.

So, with dread twisting in your gut, you stare back at Kazuha, silently agreeing to his scheming.

„Mwahaha!”

The mobster cackles maniacally, as he pulls you closer with a hint of evil glistening in his wicked eyes.

„I’m going to do so much more Kazuha, and guess fucking what? You are just going to stand here like a helpless sissy and watch all of that. She is such a cutie, isn’t she?”

Kazuha was about to open his mouth to retort, but then, there is this deafening sound of a fired gun that takes you all by surprise. It punches through the neck of the thug standing closest to the ruined window display, causing a gaping hole in its wake. The blood starts gushing out of the fatal wound, and the man falls to the ground lifelessly.

Kazuha’s eyes pierce through you, signalling you to act. It is your now or never chance. Adrenaline pumps through your body when you bend forward from the waist, taking advantage of your oppressor’s loosened grip. You throw your elbow to his face as hard as you can, which makes him fall back and lose his footing. He groans in pain, attempting to snatch you back with his extended hands.

Within seconds, Kazuha is at your side pushing the guy away from you and kicking his lower abdomen. His body almost folds in half, arms protectively swathing his stomach. Some screams are coming from the front door, and soon more men start running into the doughnut shop. A tall ginger-head barges inside, and his eyes desperately scan the place. His cerulean orbs land on you, and he leaps in your direction. He hooks his arm around you, dragging you away from the centre of the fight. You hear the gunshots, like popping popcorn, and your body goes limp in terror in the man’s embrace.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Kazuha curling up his fist and aiming for the front of the mobster’s nose. He hits the bridge with a scary like precision. Blood splatters on the ground as the guy lands on the wall behind him and starts choking. Kazuha looks so mad, so infuriated it leaves your body shaking in fear. The ginger head covers your eyes and forces your head to his chest. You shut your eyes tightly, limbs feeling numb. You do your best to focus on your breathing, not daring to move an inch.

Soon, it all goes silent. Strangely peaceful in comparison to the living hell you’ve just gone through. You hear the footsteps of an approaching person.

„I’m taking her home. Can you deal with the mess here?”

Kazuha’s voice is strained, comes out more throaty than usual. You lift your head, removing yourself from the tight hold of who seems to be Kazuha’s close acquaintance. You peer at your childhood friend, hoping to find there the cute and giggly boy who stole your heart a long time ago. Your eyes meet, and you see how his expression softens, arms instinctively pulling you in, and you do nothing to escape his touch. Kazuha’s heart is ramming against his ribs. He slowly relaxes, finally realising that you are safe.

„Sure thing. This place will be as good as new by tomorrow.”

The taller man beams, apparently unshaken by the lying around dead bodies.

„Thank you, Childe.”

Kazuha lets out a relieved sigh. His fingers run through the strands of your hair comfortingly. A shiver zips through your spine at the intimacy of the gesture.

„Ah, no biggie.”

The man named Childe plays it cool, crossing his arms on his chest.

„No, I mean, thank you for arriving on time. You know, she...”

Childe doesn’t let him finish, though, cutting in before Kazuha can continue with the words that could be too difficult to utter owing to the growing lump in his throat.

„Have I ever been late? Don’t insult me. You better get out of here. I’m sick of seeing your face for today. In fact, take a few days off. Zhongli would not mind anyway.”

Kazuha gives him a small smile, and with a simple goodbye, guides you out of the place while still keeping you close. When you lift your head to peer at him, he seems to be deep in thought, wordlessly marching towards the car parked in front of the doughnut shop.

The drive home was equally silent and all the more unnerving. With your level of anxiety scaling greater than ever heights, you are sat on Kazuha’s sofa, right in front of the fireplace. The living room is spacious and looks too expensive to be the home of a simple martial arts teacher. It is one of the issues you have never wanted to address, too afraid of the answer that you would hear. Or rather a lie that you would have to accept and pretend to be oblivious to the obvious truth.

You worry at your lower lip, glancing at the short man. He is wound-up tight, restlessly tapping his fingers on the leather armrest of the chair. The bandages so neatly wrapped around his hand cover up the injury that you treated yourself, acting as if second-degree burns were martial artists’ bread and butter. However, things that happened today do not seem like something both of you can just ignore. He hasn’t even looked at you once since you entered his apartment.

„Kazuha, we need to talk.”

There it is, you said it. Suddenly it dawns on you that you have been all tensed up, anxiety seeping into every single cell in your body.

He is staring blankly at the glass coffee table, as if the words he was looking for were written for him right there. His frown only gets deeper.

„I lied to you.”

Despite how large the room is, you start feeling claustrophobic, as though the walls were closing in on you. The pressure weighing down on your chest slowly becomes unbearable, turning your breath shallow.

„I lied so many times and about everything. I should have never endangered you this way. It is not safe. You are not safe with me. I am not... who you think I am.”

The sense of guilt is apparent on his face. Kazuha bitterly regrets being so selfish, heedlessly satiating his hunger for your presence in his life, with no consideration of the consequences. He glances uncomfortably at you, crimson pools looking lost and vulnerable.

„I’m so sorry. I, erm, I..., I understand if you hate me or think very little of me, I can’t blame you. I will call our men to take you home if you don’t want to see me anymore.”

Kazuha speaks in a hushed tone as the pangs of conscience make him feel unworthy of you. The tears that well up in your eyes only aggravate the incessant throbbing in his heart. He would like to hug you, kiss these tears away, but he can’t move.

„I don’t want to go home, you idiot.”

You can’t hold it in, and tears start racing down your cheeks. A great tremor overtakes you, and your body quakes uncontrollably, as you gasp for air between pathetic sobs. Kazuha leaps to his feet, throat tightening due to that gut-wrenching feeling that pushes his body towards you. He kneels before you, covering your wet cheeks with his shaking hands. He proceeds to wipe them every few seconds, tenderly placing kisses on your nose or forehead with each awkward hiccup that escapes your trembling lips.

„I-I don’t care what you do---, d-don’t care. You are my friend. I love you.”

Needy thoughts twirl in Kazuha’s head as his heart goes rampant in his aching chest. He crushes you in a bear-like hug, cutting the air out of your lungs. He wants you so badly it feels as if he was about to burst. Blood buzzes in his ears when you respond to his clingy action by placing your wet lips to the side of his neck. The platinum blonde shivers as another damp kiss tickles his sensitive skin. Your warm breath immediately dries up the wet spot creating this mind-numbing sensation of hot and cold that messes up his brain. An ache grows in his stomach when you pull at his hips, guiding him towards you while your thighs clamp around him. And oh my lord, it is so warm and tight he almost forgets how to breathe. You are hugging him back as hard as you can, squeezing your soft chest against him.

Kazuha feels himself swelling in his jeans. His dick twitches excitedly, sabotaging the man’s efforts to stay calm. You are pressing onto him with your core. There is no way you wouldn’t notice. He releases you from his tight clutch, cupping your chin to make you look into his darkened eyes. You smile back at him oh so gently, far too innocently to match the frantic grip of your legs around his lower half. You say nothing, and both of you understand the reason why.

„I will take care of you forever. Will you allow me?”

You feel the blood draining from your face, and you know exactly where it is going instead. You nod, your clit getting easily aroused just from moving slightly against him. You become hyper-aware of how he basically forces himself to stay still. Kazuha shudders, flexing the muscles in his lower abdomen to control the urge to rub against you as well. A thin vein pops out on his neck as he mumbles through a tightened jaw.

„Let me start by checking if you are not hurt anywhere. Ok?”

You peer at him expectantly, like an animal ready to be fed and Kazuha’s resolve to take it slow and let you gather your thoughts before he fucks you senseless withers like unwatered flowers. He exhales a long and tired sigh. He brushes your hair from your face, and you lean to his touch, seeking more warmth. Kazuha bites his lip. You shouldn’t be so eager.

He starts by checking your arms. Kazuha delicately traces the skin with his fingertips while scanning the flesh with his keen eyes. You are trembling openly, not even trying to stifle the soft gasps of pleasure that escape your lips when he ghosts over you with his fingers. He goes higher, sliding his hands over the collarbones to the juncture between the neck and your shoulders. He hooks his finger under the strap of your dress, pulling it down without warning. Your hands shoot up to your chest, protectively covering yourself from being exposed.

„K-Kazu!”

You cry out his name, making his skin prickle. Your thighs squeeze him so tight he can tell that he is not the only one suffering from twitching arousal. You let yourself rub against him, desperate to relieve the pain in your pussy. Your wet folds drag along his boner, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. The material of his jeans adds extra friction, which just makes everything more intense. He lowers himself to your neck, inhaling greedily, getting drunk on your sweet scent. His lips seductively move up and down your ear, teasing the shell. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, and your nipples harden when he swirls his tongue around the earlobe. You are so distracted that you barely register the moment he hooks another finger under the opposite strap.

„I have to check everywhere, Princess. Be a good girl and behave yourself.”

With that, he pries your arms away, patiently placing them on the sofa. He seizes you with his crimson orbs, noticing how uneven your breathing has become. He pulls the other strap down, staring deeply into your eyes. The flimsy dress pools around your belly button, baring your breasts for Kazuha. Contrary to what you expect, he doesn’t look down and just keeps his eyes locked on your flushed face.

„How can you be so shy when your body is the most beautiful sight I have ever had the privilege to lay my eyes upon?”

In a frenzy, you grip the back of his head, and then your mouth is on his. Kazuha struggles for balance when you so unexpectedly force all of his weight on top of you. He doesn’t oppose, moaning in relief to finally taste your lips. He deepens the kiss, lust firing in his veins when you begin the uneven fight with the buttons of his shirt. You break the kiss and curse, aggressively ripping his shirt open, which sends the buttons flying across the room.

„I hope you are not too fond of that shirt.”

Your hands immediately splay over the expanse of his chest, feeling the rock-hard abs that tense under your fingers. And then, just then, Kazuha lets his eyes wander lower, and the man whines helplessly. He doesn’t even give you time to get properly shy over the fact that he has just moaned at the view of your naked tits because you are too busy seeing stars when he places his hot lips on your puffy nipple. Your mouth falls open in a helpless „oh” as he shifts on top of you and continues flicking it with his tongue. His hand finds its way to your other breast, and he starts fondling it with equal ferocity. He is almost on top of you, and you just hook your leg higher up his hip and rub up against his throbbing hardness in earnest. Your whole body sizzles with need, and Kazuha’s wanton hands grow a bubble in your groin that only gets bigger and bigger with each passing moment.

„Mhmm!”

He groans as his pelvis pistons into your core, making you gush all over your panties. Kazuha’s heart pounds so loud, muscles bulge, and his groin is so tense that he can barely stand it. Your mind is gone when he gives your nipple an affectionate kiss before his mouth crashes on yours. Kazuha’s tongue rakes over yours, clammy palms roam all over your body zealously. You sneak your hand between your bodies to finally strip him naked. He whimpers into your mouth, thrusting his clothed dick into your palms.

„I want to do dirty things to you, Princess.”

He confesses, shuddering pathetically when you forcefully push the jeans past his hips together with the unpleasantly wet underwear. His cock stands up straight, leaking from the reddened tip to the base. It is so pretty, wonderfully pink against the paleness of his skin. It curves upwards, definitely thicker than you imagined. It feels heavy when you experimentally circle your fingers around it. Kazuha sucks in a breath.

„It’s perfect. So cute.”

„Cute?”

The platinum blonde chuckles at your choice of words to praise his dick. You turn your gaze away, feeling how your cheeks burn at your blatant honesty. Luckily, Kazuha doesn’t mind how lewd your compliment was because he immediately begins tugging at your panties. Soon, they land on the floor together with the dress that he felt was still covering you too much. Way too fucking much. Finally, you are naked, and he drinks in the curves of your body. His hungry eyes level on you as he pulls you closer, grabbing your ass ruthlessly. It actually hurts, and it makes you squeak in surprise. It is the side of your friend you are yet to get to know.

„Let me show you what that ‘cute’ thing can do then.”

The red-eyed beauty hoists up your legs and bends them in half so that they are pressing to your belly. His palms rest on your thighs as he hovers over you with his knees on the edge of the sofa. You let him do as he pleases, breathing laboriously as everything inside tightens in anticipation. You wanted to say something, but it quickly becomes history when he aligns his dick with your entrance. Kazuha wastes no time, inching himself to your soft core, and when you feel his tip throbbing against your folds, you moan out loud.

„K-Kazu, please!”

He pins you down, hard and impatient. Fuck the preparation. You will need to take it just like that. He plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek before pushing his girthy cock into you. You writhe and squirm under him. The burning sensation urges you to move away from his erection, and he stills his movement to give you time to adjust. When you muster up enough courage to peer at his reddened face, he looks positively on the edge of nutting, and your pussy tingles all over, hips pushing forward to get more of that length inside.

„S-shit!”

He loses it and pounds into you time after time. Waves of pleasure spread all over you as mounting pressure gathers in your groin. Your clit pulsates when he sinks into you, pressing his lower abdomen to your folds. You leave a wet and messy stain there as your slick gathers on his muscles. He is so fast and precise, fucking you with animal-like stamina. His name falls from your lips incessantly.

„Kazuha, na-ahh, Kazu!”

The blonde presses tighter and tighter to your nub, dreaming of a fast release as his balls are sore and he desperately needs them free. The fire in his groin burns hotter when you keep begging him like that, digging your nails to his back, clawing it red.

„That’s it, Princess. Let it go for me, let it go.”

He chants between harsh intakes of breath, the exquisite feeling of you stretched out around his dick sends streaks of need piercing through his groin, up to his pulsating cock. So tight. Hot. Your lips parted and eyes glossy. Fuck, Kazuha doesn’t know where to look when you fall apart so easily underneath him. His breath hisses out when you choke on your words, weakly sobbing a warning ‘I’m cumming, Kazu,’ and he thrusts even harder strokes into you, drilling maniacally. You arch up to meet his thrusts, creaming all over his girth. It sends more shooting flames of ecstasy racing through your bloodstream. It’s overwhelming. Kazuha murmurs words of encouragement, praising you for being such a good girl and it feels like every single nerve in his body somersaults when he starts emptying himself inside of you, ejaculating so hard that for a second he can’t even see well as his vision fades to black. Your pussy milking him right, drawing that built-up tension out of him.

„I love you.”

He collapses, body shuddering from the pleasure. He releases your legs, and you let them fall to your sides. Your whole body aches due to that unnatural position.

„Couldn’t we just go to the bed?”

You complain, afraid to move as his dick is still inside of you. Everything is so sensitive, borderline painful.

Kazuha giggles, lifting his head to take a peek at your embarrassed face.

„Mhmm, we could still do that. I haven’t checked your body properly yet.”

He smiles mischievously, dropping his gaze to your lower parts, where his dick is still deeply planted into you. Your heart speeds up again, and before you can voice your protest, he hooks your legs around his pelvis and heaves you out of the sofa.

„Kazuha!”

„Shhh. Cry all you want, I promised to take care of you, and I am a man of my word, Princess.”

He kisses your forehead and marches towards his bedroom.

OTHER BOYS:

ZHONGLI

CHILDE PART 1 X PART 2

THOMA

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atsubaka · 3 years ago

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type of passengers they'd be on a plane

w atsumu, osamu suna, oikawa, kuroo, daichi, akaashi, bokuto & sakusa

a/n: guys, i swear i'm working on requests - but i suddenly remembered that one scene in a barbie movie where ken's travelling to paris and he got bullied by this kid on the plane and his jeans ripped at the airport, and this idea just popped up lol

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ATSUMU - the really loud guy who disrupts peoples' sleeping time. he'll be making so much noise the entire flight that he'll be the absolute bane of all the passengers on board. the flight attendants have told him to quiet down multiple times, but tsumu's just unlawfully loud. will pick a fight will the kid sitting behind him cuz the kid won't stop kicking his seat and the parents aren't doing anything.

SUNA - that guy who sleeps before the plane even takes off. not even a second after the stewardess finishes the seatbelt demonstration, man's already plugging in his earphones and closing his eyes. an ideal person to sit next to on long flights because, #1. he'll mind his own business the whole time and, #2. he's kinda good looking so you might even develop a tiny crush on him ;)

OSAMU - by the time ya'll get off this plane he'll be broke, while the aircraft eats gucci 🙄 onigiri boy would spend an unhealthy amount of money on buying the overpriced food while travelling and the person next to him is annoyed with him chewing 25/8 and low-key jealous that he could afford to get that entire buffet. Eventually, babe notices the way the guy was eyeing his precious rice balls like some savage, so he offered a small portion lol

KENMA - the really quiet guy who games during the entire travel. everything would've went well for kenma honestly, if it weren't for these two children who keep peeking around his seat and watching him play. he doesn't really mind actually, but their staring can get a little creepy and is the reason why he loses sometimes - but he's too nice to tell them off.

OIKAWA - is basically a celebrity, which isn't even a surprise. ya know those people who just look so dang good regardless of what they wear? that's him. he'll have that jungkook airport fashion going on with the white t-shirt, denim jeans, and timberland boots with a lot of rings on each finger. and i swear, every female seems to have the delusion that he's into them because he make eye contact with them for a split second and winked 💀 a total charmer, this one.

AKAASHI - that cute guy you somehow managed to sit next to, who wears glasses and likes reading. he'll offer you a small smile when you plop down beside him, but he won't rlly talk and just continue his book. he'll be reading classic literature and maybe some historical fiction material. things like, "wuthering heights" or "the song of achilles." when u bring up the book he's reading, y'all will engage in this deep talk about the book and share your opinions on it <3

KUROO - the businessman type who's on the laptop the entire journey. he'll definitely claim the window seat and work the entire time. pls. women can't stop sneaking glances at him because of how hot he looks in glasses and a button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows - giving everyone a display of his shiny rolex ;)

BOKUTO - the social butterfly who makes friends with literally everyone!! is super nice, but can come off as annoying because he won't stop talking people's ear off. this man's a child magnetic cuz all the kids loving talking with him due to his extroverted nature. he'll of course play those games on the plane with the mini screen and consule, and will 100% make those funny faces just to make them laugh 🥺

DAICHI - ya know those really considerate guys who help women with their carry on luggages? dadchi's your man 💍 if he sees anyone struggling with the overhead compartments you can bet he'll be there in a hot second, trying to help out. the type to pass on snacks given by the flight attendant to the people behind him when they have trouble reaching over. overall, flying with him is 👌

SAKUSA - i'll say it again... this boy comes from a wealthy family, and is therefore flying first class. expects nothing but the utmost customer service and comfort while on the aircraft. rich boy has the most spacious and luxurious area in the entire plane, and will be calling on an attendant every three minutes.

"there's a speck of dust on my bar stool. get rid of it. immediately."

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years ago

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Once Again (Pt.2) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN | PART TWO

Summary:

Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother.

Genre: fluff, angst, f! Reader x dad! Iwaizumi

Taglist: @multi-fandom-fanfic, @168-cm-png, @bakugouswh0r3, @yatoatyourservice, @ayocee, @marvel-ing-at-it-all, @astrolcve

A/N: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! Thanks to everyone for the kind feedback and for reading my work <3

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He swings his beer over the counter, "one more."

He shouldn't be drinking. Imagine the damage it's doing to his organs, alcohol sweeping through his bloodstream and purging him of all coherent thought. Iwaizumi can hear Oikawa's nagging voice in his head even within the depths of intoxication.

Does he care though? He should. He should care. Because his job is basically to get people in their best shape.

And here he is, drinking away his sorrow, still shaken up by the way Hoisuke's fingers had grabbed for him that night. The bundle of nerves he'd squashed down had only intensified upon dropping his son on his mother's doorstep the same weekend and though he knew he should've said something to Mizune, he couldn't find the will to utter the words out, lest they came back to haunt him.

His phone buzzes in his pant pocket and after finishing it out with clumsy fingers, he manages to press down onto the green button.

"Yeah?"

"You're drinking!"

"No."

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa's voice pierces through the receiver, sickly sweet and yet with a dark threatening undertone, "what are you doing?"

"Fuck off, shittykawa."

"Where are you?"

Iwaizumi doesn't answer. He doesn't need to, for Oikawa's already exclaiming the said bar's name as he takes another sip of his newly-filled beer glass.

"I thought you said you wouldn't drink anymore," Oikawa reproaches, "think of what Hoisuke would say--"

"I said fuck off."

There's a small pause where Oikawa bristles, before he says in a quieter tone, "what's wrong?"

Still, Iwaizumi says nothing but takes another huge gulp of his beer. His head feels buzzed, disoriented.

"Iwa-chan."

The said man press his lips in a taut line.

"Iwa-chaaaan."

"I'll talk to you later," Iwaizumi barely hears his friend's protests before he cuts off the call and downs the rest of his beer like a parched man, eyes narrowing towards anyone who dares reprimand him of his behaviour.

"One more," he rasps out towards the bartender, whose sending him a look that closely mimics one that clearly says he's had enough. But he scowls in response and that's enough to make the bartender's eyes slip away.

Seriously. What is wrong with him? It's already been four months goddamnit. Get over yourself. He wishes he could punch himself in the face. God, he sounds like a loser. He looks like one. And it's no wonder that his wife has left him for someone better, richer. Everything that he's not.

Not to forget that this wound will never leave their son's heart.

"One rum and coke please."

A presence lingers in his right and the brown-haired man turns with a glare at the ready, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line to scare whatever stranger that comes a little too close for his liking.

What the--

He stares at you. You stare back at him, just as dumbfounded. Looking the same, yet completely different.

"Miss Y/N?"

"Iwaizumi-san?"

He feels the sudden urge to hide his empty glass, "what--are you doing here?"

"Don't look so surprised, Iwaizumi-san," you chuckle at what you think is his flabbergasted expression, "I'm still twenty-six you know. I came here with a few of my friends."

His eyes slide towards the table in the far corner -- easy to spot since it's one of the loudest -- before he almost misses your question, "and you?"

"I come here often."

"Ah I see."

As you pay the bartender who slides your drink over, you bristle for a bit before you ask hesitantly, "mind if I sit here?"

Iwaizumi shakes his head. It's not like he can say no after all. You're his kid's teacher. And shit, how many beers has he had? He better not run his mouth. It's a dirty habit of his whenever he's shit drunk.

"So," you start off slowly, looking so out of place next to the said man with a scowl so dark it can scare off the most violent of gangsters that the corners of Iwaizumi's mouth tilt upwards in amusement, "how's it going?"

Seriously? You're seriously going to do that? His gaze searches your features for a moment, satisfied when warmth floods your cheeks.

You look away, "you don't have to look at me like that, you know. I just thought you’d want some company."

"What makes you think that?” Iwaizumi says while he flags down another beer from the waiter.

You blink at him, “I can go if you want--”

The man sighs, rubbing his temples with tiredness, “that’s not what I meant.”

A weird, empty gap of silence ensues. Long enough that Iwaizumi gets his fourth beer of the night in his hand and he takes a grateful swallow.

He really should not be drinking so much.

"Where do you work?”

You’re persistent. He’ll give you that, “personal trainer. I work at the sports academy.”

“That’s cool,” there’s a small smile edging upon your lips, “you like it?”

He nods, pauses briefly, before asking, “do you?”

Of course it’s a little too close for comfort, especially since you’re Hoisuke’s teacher and all. But you merely relax in your high stool, swinging your legs while nodding eagerly. He can’t help but notice the tightness of your dark jeans, your black high-heeled boots, “I don’t see myself working as anything else. I’m bad with people most of the time.”

Taking another swig of his beer, Iwaizumi feels the tension slowly ease up from his shoulders, “well you’re way better with kids than I am.”

“You’re pretty good with Hoisuke."

“That’s because you haven’t seen him throw tantrums.”

You laugh, "oh don't worry, I have. I know all about his little fits. All my kids have one, at some point."

You say it lightly, but there's definitely love laced in your words and for a minute, Iwaizumi thinks back to the way Hoisuke kept on praising you, the way he spoke so affectionately about you.

"Do you still play volleyball?" You ask him while sipping on your drink.

He mimics the gesture, "sometimes. The guys are all over town so it's harder to meet up now."

"Dang, your team was so good though."

"It was Oikawa that held us together. We weren't that good," he tastes the bitterness of Karasuno's victory on his tongue.

"That's not true," you protest, fiddling with your empty glass, "the only reason why I watched Aoba Johsai's games was because I liked watching you play."

Dark coffee-coloured orbs sweep up to yours at that statement, as if trying to peel layers off yout shell, as if wanting to confirm the truth of your words. You feel like cowering away but you don't, instead holding his stare in hopes that he doesn't notice how your hands tremble slightly underneath his scowl.

And then, features softening ever so slightly, he murmurs out, "thanks."

You know he means it in the best way possible.

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One drink turns to two. And two multiplies by four. And soon enough you're tipsy off your head and singing so blatantly off-key you wonder why Iwaizumi's still by your side. You haven't been this drunk in ages and this sense of freedom makes you bold; you tug him to the dance floor to join your friends, order shot after shot as the music gets louder and your head gets lighter, proceed to blabber your mouth off about literally anything and everything that by the end of the night, you wish the ground would swallow you whole so you won't have to deal with Iwaizumi the next day.

You're not entirely sure how you find yourself being dragged by none other than the said man himself, or how your nose is currently lodged in the crevice between his neck and shoulders. But he smells good, like citrus and a mixture of mint and-- you sniff a little more -- is that cookie dough? Your mouth waters just at the thought.

"You smell like cookie dough," the words tumble out of your mouth in a jumbled mess and you inwardly feel like stabbing yourself.

So pathetic. Pitiful really.

"That's Hoisuke," Iwaizumi replies, surprisingly patient even when he's clearly not impressed, glaring at the lamppost ahead, "it's his flavour of the month."

"That's cute!" You giggle, "just like you, Iwa!"

The man sighs while shifting his grip upon your waist, "let's just get you to bed."

You probably doze off at some point or black out because the next thing you see upon opening your eyes next is the ceiling.

Hoisting your head up and groaning when your head pounds in warning, you lie back down as nausea takes over.

Shit. This isn't your room. You know that much.

What the fuck happened last night?

You remember dancing atop tables, remember spotting Iwaizumi by the bar and talking to him because he just seemed so sad and lonely. You remember dragging him onto the dance floor, dancing together, his hands on your waist--

You danced with Iwaizumi?!

The thought is enough to trigger another pounding. You groan once more, placing your hand atop your head in hopes that it will stop it from throbbing. It doesn't. But before you have more time to wallow in your self-pity, the door creaks open and your eyes almost pop out of your head when you spot a mop of brown spiky hair enter the room.

Iwaizumi.

Oh fuck. Your brain short circuits. Fuck fuck fuck.

Surprise crosses his face, clearly having not expected you to be awake yet. He walks over to place a glass of water by the nightstand and grabs your palm to tilt two aspirins into your hand.

"How's your head?" He asks.

"Fine," you wince. It's far from fine. In response, he holds out the glass and you gladly wash down the pills, warm and feeling suddenly vulerable under his stare.

Chewing onto the inside of your cheek, you muster up all your courage to ask, "what--happened last night?"

You don't miss the way his eyebrows shoot up, "you don't remember?"

"...no."

Is that amusement dancing in his eyes? You're not sure since it's gone just as quickly as it came before he says, "you got drunk. Danced on the table, had too many shots and made out with two different men--"

"I'm pretty sure the last part didn't happen."

"You said you didn't remember," he smirks lightly.

"I can't even flirt, let alone kiss strangers."

That earns you a chuckle from his part, causing your heart to flutter slightly as he straightens up, "you probably want to wash up. Bathroom's on the right. I'm in the kitchen if you need me."

"Okay," and as he turns away, you quickly add, "thanks, Iwaizumi-san."

He nods back, exiting the room and finally allowing you to collapse back against the bed to try slowing down your galloping heart. Jesus christ, you think to yourself as you slowly take in your surroundings. From the lack of furniture and with only a few clothes flung over a wooden desk chair shoved in the right, you guess it's his room. A closed laptop and a small plant sits on his desk. On the left is the nightstand filled with sports books and some manga, a closet shoved in a corner and the floor is made in veneered wood.

There's no sign of family pictures, nothing that indicates the warmth of a cosy household. It doesn't take a genius to understand why. While Hoisuke had begged you not to tell his father, you weren't a stranger to the young boy sobbing in-between breaks because he misses his mother.

Well, it's not like you're allowed into family affairs anyway, as much as that breaks your heart.

After a much needed shower and a quick brush of your teeth -- you had to make do with using your fingers with his toothpaste, too embarrassed to actually ask him whether he had a spare toothbrush -- you walk out into the kitchen to see Iwaizumi already seated at a quaint wooden table laden with eggs and toast. Behind him sits the kitchen stove and white countertops next to a fridge fitting snuggly on the left corner. On the far right of the room is a large dark grey couch and a tv set, and just behind it is a small hallway which seems to be the entrance -- guessing by the coat rack and array of shoes.

"Sunny side up or boiled?" Iwaizumi asks as you take a seat opposite him. He has already poured you a cup of strong coffee and you inhale before sighing in bliss. Your headache already feels slightly better.

"Anything is fi--" you're interrupted by his scowl, quickly changing your answer to, "sunny-side up please."

He grunts, passes you the plate and digs into his own fried eggs, the soft boiled ones forgotten at the centre of the table.

"Uhm, forgive me for point it out, but that's a lot of food Iwaizumi-san," you mumble out, not missing the way his features harden slightly.

"Force of habit," he mutters in-between mouthfuls. He doesn't need to say more, for you're pretty certain he's referring to the family he used to have, those lazy Sunday mornings that started out with brunch.

You eat in companionable silence and though it'a definitely less awkward than last night, your mind still races trying to figure out what to say to erase the permanent furrow between his brows.

Or is that his normal demeanour? To be honest, you're not quite sure yourself.

So you settle for thanking him for last night, to which he replies, "do you usually drink that much?"

"No," you duck your head, avert your gaze, "I got carried away. I'm really sorry."

"Well I wouldn't have expected my kid's teacher to be that wild," he muses while taking a bite of his toast.

Alarm zaps through you, making your eyes go wide, "I swear I'm not usually like that, really. I just--this was an exception--"

"It's fine, miss Y/N. I know," his brown pupils lock onto yours briefly, "I'm not going to report you."

"I--" nothing can really make up for your behaviour last night. You know that much, "still, I'm sorry. That wasn't appropriate," you glance up, chest tightening at the intensity of his stare, unflinching. Unwavering.

He cocks his head at you then, a semblance of a smile along his mouth, "I was pretty entertained, if you ask me."

"Was I that bad?"

"No. But let's just say that you won't want to show your face around for the next week or so."

You groan and bury your face in your hands, "what did I do?"

"You might've broken a beer glass or two," he gives you a look, "on purpose. And tried to steal the Dj's headphones cause he wasn't putting the music you requested."

"Oh god," you want to bury yourself right then and there and to your surprise, you see him laugh softly before he nudges your coffee towards you.

"Drink," he orders, "it'll make you feel less shitty."

You're about to retort with a roll of your eyes, only to be interrupted by the doorbell ringing. From the way Iwaizumi tenses, you know it's not just the mail man.

Excusing himself to go unlock the door as you twist in your seat to follow his figure, shock courses through you the moment your eyes land on Hoisuke's.

Then, his mother.

An alarm bell rings through your mind.

"I thought you said evening," comes Iwaizumi's grunt, totally unlike the guy who'd been chuckling a few seconds ago.

"Hoisuke wanted to come back early for some reason," the woman says, her gaze flickering to yours for a brief moment. It's enough to cause you to swallow hard. She continues, "I'll pick him up on--"

"Miss Y/N?!" Hoisuke shouts out suddenly and before you know it, you're being tackled into the child's arms as if you haven't seen each other forever, "what are you doing here?! Daddy!" he whips his head around in accusation, "you lied about not really really liking Miss Y/N!"

"Wha--No!" Iwaizumi yells as you frown in confusion, "huh?"

"Daddy said that really really liking someone means you wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend with them, like he was with Mama before she moved houses," Hoisuke blabbers on, totally oblivious to how the three of you keep on staring at him in growing alarm, "and then I asked him if he really really liked miss Y/N because I really really like miss Y/N but he said no, but that's a lie!"

"Hajime, what is he talking about?" His ex-wife is quick to narrow her eyes, "what have you been telling him?"

"Nothing, it's not what you think--"

"I think," she pointedly glances at you, "I should leave now. We'll talk about this later."

And with that, she swivels around and storms out, leaving the three of you to stare after her in a mixture of shock and confusion.

Hoisuke, oblivious to the sudden tension, blurts out, "daddy, why is Mama angry with you?"

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The few weeks following the tiny incident that had resulted in an awkward misunderstanding between you, Hoisuke’s parents and the said child himself had caused you to retreat back into the shell of professionalism that included avoiding Iwaizumi whenever it was deemed possible. It hadn’t been hard since he was usually present and waiting outside class to pick up Hoisuke right on time, making it much easier to avoid conversation with him altogether.

You’d texted iwaizumi right after reaching your humble abode the day he’d practically saved your drunk ass and though you spent a few spare moments to chat in-between the bustling activities of life, it doesn’t erase the fact that he’s still Hoisuke’s father, one of your dearest students. That, and the fact that you don’t really find it fair to put Hoisuke in-between the two of you, if there’s anything worth digging for anyway.

Who are you kidding? It’s not like Iwaizumi would ever be interested in you in that sense. Having spotted his ex-wife once or twice proved that his style was of more refined women, the type that would drink wine instead of chug down beer and who’d enjoy gifts such as perfume and romantic dates instead of going on grocery trips and meal-prepping for the entire week.

“Miss Y/N!” Hoisuke’s voice pierces through your thought bubble and your eyes quickly find his grin as he jumps towards your desk, "are you coming to our house this weekend too?!"

"Wh--What? Uhm-- no I don't think so--" eyes quickly flitting over the classroom, you're relieved to find that the rest of his classmates are long gone, "I don't think that's appropriate."

"But why? I even told Mama that I wouldn't be coming this weekend because you were," he pouted and it took all of your determination not to melt, until his words registered in your brain and your eyes widened, "o--oh, but that's--"

"Hoisuke?" You both turn to see his father's head poking through the door. Your body reacts instantly, warmth flooding through your limbs and flushing through your cheeks.

"Daddy!"

"H-Hello, Iwaizumi-san," you bow your head slightly. He returns the gesture, facial expression not giving anything away. His son bounds up to him with just as much vigor, "daddy, can we invite miss Y/N this weekend too?"

You might have laughed at Iwaizumi's shocked face if not for the fact that you are the person in question.

He splutters, "Miss Y/N has things to do--"

"But she came last weekend!"

"Yes well, it's bad manners to impose on someone when they're not free," Iwaizumi replies sternly, "come on now, we're gonna be late for Karate."

With a loud sigh and a scowl that resembles so much like his father, Hoisuke mutters out his goodbyes while Iwaizumi catches your eye, bowing slightly and muttering a silent "sorry" before he guides his son out of the room. You're glad he's out of earshot that he can't hear the stuttering of your heart against your chest.

You place a hand on your chest, sigh tiredly before looking down at your students' papers, "get a grip, Y/N," you mutter to yourself.

But it's not that easy to control yourself when Iwaizumi is making it so easy to like him.

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Iwaizumi: sorry about yesterday.

Y/N: it's okay. Hoisuke’s young, it's normal for him to want for a motherly figure around.

Iwaizumi's fingers drum over his knee as he watches with slight interest the newest male volleyball team practice their serves. He shouts after a few, calling them out for theit lazy postures, but other than that he can't seem to stop his thoughts from winding their way back to you.

"Who is she?" Mizune had asked him on the phone on the day following their encounter. Her tone was friendly, yet held that tone of warning that he was so accustomed to.

"How does that concern you?"

"I want to know who you're bringing around to hang out with Hoisuke."

"She's an acquaintance of mine," he paused, "and Hoisuke's teacher."

"That's inapropriate if you ask me."

Scoffing, he replied, "like what you did's so appropriate?"

A small pause ensued. When she spoke next, there was no mistaking the edge to her voice.

"You can't keep using that against me, Hajime."

"Don't tell me who I can or can't hang out with."

He'd hung up without bothering to wait for her response, seething and red hot with rage blubbering through his stomach.

Of course now that he thinks it over, Mizune has a point. Mixing the professional and the personal have never ended in happy endings. Not that this has ever stopped him before. He doesn't believe in what everyone else thinks is right. That's also one of the main reasons why Mizune couldn't handle it anymore. Or so she said before she went to suck someone else's dick.

His phone vibrates and fishing it out, a scowl instantly shadows his face upon seeing Oikawa's name flash across the screen.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan ~ have you asked her out yet?

Iwaizumi has to force himself to stay in control and not pound his phone to pieces when he types out his reply.

Iwaizumi: No.

Oikawa: BUT WHYYYY~ YOU SAID YOU FOUND HER CUTE.

Oikawa: and Hoisuke likes her. He already knows her.

Iwaizumi: I didn’t say that. And she's not interested.

Oikawa: Just because you suck at picking up cues doesn't mean she isn't throwing them at you 😏😏😏

Iwaizumi: shut up, shittykawa.

Oikawa: Just do it or I'll do it for you.

Iwaizumi: I don't even like her that way.

Oikawa: why'd you rant about not wanting to hurt her feelings yesterday night then?

Iwaizumi's hand rubs at his face with a groan. Oikawa's a little shit most of the time, but he's a perceptive little shit.

Oikawa: I mean it. Ask her out or I'll do it for you.

Oikawa: gotta go now. Match is starting. See ya!~ muah ❤

"Dumbass," Iwaizumi growls under his breath before shoving the phone back into his pocket. Easier said than done to ask someone out so casually, especially when she's Hoisuke's teacher.

If she accepts, great. If she doesn't, he'll have to suffer through humiliation for the rest of the year or avoid picking up Hoisuke altogether.

Oh fuck it.

He lets his body send the message before his brain can catch up to the way he has thrown himself under the bus, shoves his phone back into his pocket and tries to put the thought out of his mind even though the device suddenly feels hot and heavy in his pant pocket.

Iwaizumi: we're having takeout and movie night on Friday. You're free to join.

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somerpmemes · 4 years ago

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The Owl House Starters

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“No! My only weakness! Dying!”

“That doesn’t count, right?”

“Do you have any friends? Real ones?”

“Tiny trash thief!”

“Oops, that happens sometimes.”

“I’m a squirmy little fella.”

“I like food, I like love, just let me write about it!”

“Oh, he gets so cute when he’s thirsty for power.”

“I’ve never actually broken any of your stupid laws… in front of you.”

“I hate everything you’re saying right now.”

“We’d be the strongest power couple ever.”

“Self-doubt is a prison you can never escape from.”

“Anyways, let’s bounce before any more monsters fall in love with me.”

“I am not your cutie pie!”

“No one wants an un-oiled snake.”

“Remember, never befriend a man in sandals and always measure twice, cut once.”

“Be back by nightfall or risk mortal peril!”

“I know I’ve had enough delight for one day.”

“Sorry to break it to you, ___, but no one here is that well-dressed.”

“This has been a rough day.”

“Big houses always belong to big whack jobs.”

“Today just got good.”

“Wizards are just old people with glitter in their pockets.”

“Anyways, your food is gone and we are too.”

“Never trust a man in casual drapery.”

“All that mean-spirited laughter made me sleepy.”

“I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.”

“All your food was so tiny and cute.”

“If you can think of a better plan I’d love to hear it.”

“Betrayed by my own cool accessories.”

“I didn’t have to be part of this!”

“I… don’t like this.”

“I think I’ll head home and look at pictures of animals that are still… alive.”

“Wow, you’re so unnoticeable I almost rolled into you.”

“It’s okay, the thorns only went through a few layers of skin.”

“Alright, into the darkness you go.”

“Oh my god, I haven’t eaten real food in so long please give me some.”

“You can’t just cut open a human, can you?”

“Keeping junk in my pocket saved my life!”

“Ahh, baby’s first wanted poster.”

“Even demons have inner demons.”

“This is my paying attention face.”

“Look, now we’re boo boo buddies.”

“It’s like a rainbow, but looking at it turns you inside out.”

“I respect your cunning but I also hate you for it.”

“Oh, gross. Can I keep that?”

“This is terrifying, so why do you look so happy?”

“Oh no, a twist!”

“I’m kind of over that nickname, but okay.”

“Oh, what lovely thing do we have here? It’s just so dang shiny, oh my.”

“And look, I drew flip book.”

“I will literally do anything to stop this.”

“If I’m seen, I could go to jail… again.”

“Alright, let’s see this mess.”

“That’s probably fine.”

“Time to prepare for bloodshed.”

“Welcome down to my level!”

“I know I should be repulsed but that look is fierce.”

“I’m gonna steal everything that’s not nailed down!”

“I was up all night poison tasting and, for some reason, I don’t feel great.”

“I need an extra pair of eyes looking out for pickpockets. And an extra pair of hands in case I want to pickpocket.”

“I got leaves in my pants. And I like it.”

“I was a strange child.”

“You think this can stop me? I can still bite your ankles.”

“If you’re gonna eat me, just do it now!”

“___, you’re getting all swoony again.”

“Rivals are meant to be annihilated, not befriended.”

“Witches eating babies is so 1693.”

“Ugh, you.”

“I thought we were as cool as cucumbers but we’re as sour as pickles.”

“Whoa, I almost passed out.”

“It’s been hours, how can it keep screaming!?”

“Say that again and I steal your tongue.”

“Keep going, this is fun to watch.”

“Isn’t that taking it a bit too far?”

“Just go away before things somehow get worse!”

“This never happened.”

“And who doesn’t like their name in lights?”

“That’s the incorrect reaction!”

“I smell an easy mark.”

“Well, I hate her.”

“It’s like demonic possession with the ones you love.”

“This is just like my favorite early 2000’s movie!”

“I’m so old… and pointy.”

“I’ve got some very confusing emotions right now.”

“My life’s not a joke! But yours is!”

“Novelty costumes are where I draw the line.”

“I am not above disrespecting my elders.”

“This vacation just took an alarming, back-alley turn.”

“Geez, I thought I’d like being babied. But I feel small and helpless, like some sort of baby.”

“Hey, take this, society!”

“I didn’t like her telling me what to do before, but now I love it!”

“Let’s go let out some teen angst!”

“This is how the cool kids ride. Super backwards, on purpose.”

“Your life is pretty terrible. But, hey, it’ll probably be over soon.”

“This is some of my best work, really captures the shame.”

“That’s sweet, kid. Now let’s never speak of this again.”

“Show, don’t tell, man.”

“Oh, look what you did. I’m gonna go rub it in.”

“That seems like a potential problem to me.”

“You being the razzle, I’ll bring the dazzle.”

“Do you always have confetti on you or—?”

“You’re just gonna be unhelpful, huh?”

“Okay, time to run for no particular reason!”

“Oof, I’ve had this nightmare before.”

“Like I’d actually apologize.”

“I want power, and I want drama.”

“Are you ready to give up?”

“I was afraid, I acted stupid.”

“I just wish you told me the truth.”

“You know, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought I would.”

“Impressive, still alive.”

“This is a throne worthy of a tyrant!”

“No, no, keep those sticky hands away.”

“No one wants to see that.”

“Since when are you into sports?”

“Gross, sympathy.”

“Don’t spend all night plotting revenge.”

“Oh, this is an interesting development.”

“I’ll take that weird grumble as a yes.”

“I’m feeling confident about this plan.”

“Trust must be earned.”

“If you run, you’ll just make it harder for yourself!”

“Your pride has destroyed you.”

“So tiny, so angry.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be clean again.”

“If you ever want to search for the truth, I’ll help you.”

“Aww, that’s a horrible lie.”

“Partake of my free snack samples!”

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?”

“A, eww. B, I’m bored. C, I feel like pickpocketing some dork while they browse.”

“I know my good angle.”

“Ugh, what are the basement dwellers doing out in natural sunlight?’

“Hey, there’s more to life than shipping.”

“___, I know you’re trying to help, but I think you’re crossing a line.”

“Ooh, I love punching.”

“You’re ominous, and I like it.”

“And of course you would be here just to be a nuisance.”

“I wanted to compare sunglasses.”

“Fame can really box you in, you know?”

“Besides, if anyone’s putting you down it’s gonna be me.”

“If it’s disappointing in any way I’ll spend the rest of my life trashing it.”

“He scammed us. Can you believe he scammed us?”

“Good entrance. But that outfit? Hah!”

“I’ve got a new crush and her name is education!”

“Ahh, fresh garbage.”

“I have never seen such an extravagant earring.”

“Wow, a surprisingly peaceful domestic moment. When will it be ruined?”

“Weaponizing my pride, well played.”

“Sorry, whoever’s over there!”

“Well, go on. Eat the snow.”

“Huh, it’s no fun if they don’t tremble.”

“Oh, okay, alright. Yup, an idea’s happening.”

“Shh! I don’t need your validation!”

“Get back here before that thing bites you!”

“No, we’re gonna die.”

“Cool. I didn’t actually think you could do it.”

“It’s not a secret.”

“Alright, your adorable banter is literally making me sick.”

“Believe it or not, I’ve seen worse.”

“Aww. I won’t be doing that, but thanks.”

“Quitting: it’s like trying, but easier.”

“You humans are filled with liquids, right?”

“I guess I have always liked pouring things into other things.”

“Time to scrounge through the trash.”

“I ain’t no desk jockey.”

“You don’t know diddly dang about squiddly squat!”

“I love secret rooms!”

“You have an aura of lies.”

“Also, you can eat trash.”

“Do the right thing, you dingus!”

“It just goes on like this for an hour.”

“Carnivals bring crowds and crowds bring suckers.”

“We’ve got scams to run.”

“I know poison when I see it.”

“You can’t scam a scammer.”

“You should really put a lock on your closet.”

“I love crimes!”

“Now this is my kind of weird.”

“That’s way safer than becoming blood brothers.”

“Beat up the man and steal his things for me.”

“This mama is ready for trauma.”

“All right. Approval!”

“Curse these stubby legs!”

“Sketchy carnival rides are not to blame this time.”

“___, you’re lucky I can’t be mad at your adorable antics.”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t respect the law any less…”

“Aww, what a supportive sign.”

“Yep, I just counted to one million.”

“Looks like we ruined his life for a second time.”

“I’ve always wanted to own a jagged piece of cheap metal.”

“Yes! Bread puns, bread puns forever!”

“Now I know what friendship tastes like.”

“I think today is a talons day.”

“It’s fun because it’s stupid.”

“I’ll admit, I was adorable.”

“Be careful with my brain.”

“Wouldn’t you rather talk about it?”

“That’s my motto after all, ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’”

“No schemes, no plots, no ruses. None.”

“I can’t believe I made him cry.”

“Are you solving a crime or about to commit one?”

“Sadly this is one problem crime can’t solve.”

“I’m supposed to choose someone interesting, accomplished, and noteworthy. People aren’t meant to be all those things!”

“Yup, her brain’s burned up real good.”

“Be still my fantasy-loving heart.”

“I’m pretty good at getting stuck inside people’s heads.”

“Hey, I found something magical.”

“I’ma put my face in it.”

“It’s like a little doghouse for angels.”

“If you’re handing out attention, I deserve it.”

“Eww, I mean, aww.”

“I really messed things up.”

“It’s eggs, it’s full of eggs.”

“No one turns down an interview with someone this pretty.”

“Me? Avoid? What? No. But let’s skip it.”

“There’s levels to me, kid. Levels I say!”

“Oh, right, I put people in there.”

“I’m gonna hug you so hard you’ll never forget me again!”

“I regret teaching you about the internet.”

“Ah, a severed hand. Perfect response.”

“Hmm, the demon at my shoulder makes a good point.”

“Always trust a shoulder demon.”

“The more I look at him, the more uncomfortable I get.”

“Man, you’ve got some quick grabbers.”

“I can’t wait to get overdressed, take awkward photos, push all the buttons!”

“We’re gonna turn this bloodbath into a fun bath.”

“Do you think I could pull off red eyeshadow?”

“Girl, you could pull off anything.”

“We’re style geniuses!”

“Ominous footsteps, creepy woods, this is no problem.”

“Dang, I look great.”

“___, you always go overboard and I end up bailing you out.”

“Now, what’s the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

“___, I don’t think you’re ready but we’re literally out of time.”

“Why so twitchy, witchy?”

“Teenagers are brutal. They’ll boo anyone and that kind of public humiliation will stick with you for life.”

“You look nice. Strange, but nice.”

“Honestly, I’m kind of amazed with how fearless you are.”

“You’ve done things I could never do.”

“Thing is, you’re sitting in my personal chitchat zone, which means you gotta talk.”

“I am a little weirdo.”

“You gotta pander.”

“Cheating a isn’t anything to brag about.”

“Well, can’t reason with crazy!”

“I’ve been talking for too long.”

“Feeling sentimental?”

“I love water.”

“I don’t know much about sports but I do know about sports movies.”

“What happens in the montage stays in the montage.”

“Not everything can be solved with a good attitude and a dope movie soundtrack.”

“Sorry, I just really love backstories.”

“You just destroyed your social life.”

“That’s such a stupid rule!”

“You’re not gonna show this to anyone, right?”

“I haven’t forgotten what you promised me.”

“Ahh, you’re a thorn in my side but you always dig your way into my heart.”

“Jeez, you’re morbid.”

“Ahh, it’s a fate much worse than death if you think about it.”

“Please don’t make me regret taking you here.”

“Love me a properly ventilated castle.”

“I spy with my little eye something coming this way!”

“I’m going away and I don’t know if I can come back this time.”

“And ___, thank you, for being in my life.”

“I want her back as much as you do.”

“Don’t look at me like that, this is for your own good.”

“Ah farts, I got caught.”

“You understand, don’t you?”

“Please tell me that’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“To be great, you have to make sacrifices.”

“Ahh, ___, you chose the wrong side.”

“I like your spirit, but try that again and things won’t end well for you.”

“Go on, then. Go be a hero.”

“I may have lost but so have you.”

“I can teach you what I know, and what we don’t know we can learn together.”

#the owl house #starters #rp starters #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #rp #rp meme #ask meme #long post

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kiwijaune · 2 years ago

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Trash Draft

TDBK scene of my soulmate AU that I won't use but found sad to just delete like this :

Aizawa gave them a bored tour of the Hakkô Senta, aka the campus' main building. The classroom were there, the canteen was also there. Same with the support department, where they stopped last to receive their uniform.

The light blue shirt and the marine pants were form fitting, Kayama definitely didn't alter hers. Shouto felt a bit weird as he was putting them on. He really was getting a step closer to Soba, wasn't he ? He took his tee-shirt off and heard the blond guy from before whistle to his friend.

"Dang, some people are really blessed, here…"

"Checking out guys on your first day, man ?", the teeth one easily replied.

"What ? No ! I'm just comparing good bodies with mine !"

"You look great too, Kaminari. Don't worry about it !", another guy said with a huge smile, red hair dangerously spiking toward the ceiling.

Shouto buttoned his new shirt without saying anything. They met for less than an hour and already, those three guys were laughing together, slapping their shoulders and everything.

At least Shouto wasn't the only one changing by himself. The green haired boy from before had retreated to a small corner of the room. He was putting his uniform on with an odd reverence. And at the complete opposite side, Bakugo was wearing a large shirt and an ill-fitted, baggy version of their pants.

"That's too big for you.", Aizawa noticed from the wall he was leaning against.

"Well the other size is too small !", Bakugo snapped.

He sounded weird when he tried to hush himself. As if he wasn't used to speak so low. Which, judging by his perpetual scowl and his explosive hair, wasn't surprising for Shouto.

"Just try it on.", Aizawa sighed before ordering the proper size to the cop in charge of the laundry room.

"Fuckin…" Bakugo muttered in his breath, insult dying on his tongue when Aizawa's sharp stare snapped back at him.

His face turned red as he was waiting, burning eyes glaring at the floor angrily. His ash blond hair seemed wilder than before. He looked like a bristling cat, like this. Shouto thought it was a bit cute. Now that he really looked at him, his grumpy face reminded him of his temple's kitty, actually.

"Here." Aizawa gave him another set. "If you don't want to care about your appearance, apply for the SIT or Narcs."

"Whatever."

Bakugo took off his clothes with a fast, furious efficiency. A little voice in Shouto's head told him to give the boy some privacy but he was bored, and Soba's hot, smoky emotions were turning scalding so he needed a distraction from the burn.

Bakugo put on the shirt first, then he jumped into the pants, pulled it up… and Shouto just about forgot everything else.

All his attention had zoomed in the roundest and biggest butt he had ever seen. Bakugo's uniform was so stretched, it was like it could barely contain his ass. It was downright sinful. Shouto definitely wasn't the only one who noticed because the whole room was turning silent, voices and laughter dying slowly as everyone's attention was just snatched by the butt.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT !!!!", Bakugo screamed at them, face so red it was nearly smoking.

Shouto's inside were boiling too. Soba was going crazy somewhere, furious heat mixed up with sour embarrassment, but Shouto couldn't pay attention to anything, not even his soulmate.

Bakugo was facing them now, and he hadn't been able to button his shirt until the top. A full chest was peeking out of the opening. The uniform fit him like a glove apart from that, showing one the best looking body Shouto had ever seen.

"Oï.", Aizawa suddenly growled at the class menacingly. "If you're done, you better leave before I expel you."

"C… can you do that ?", Kaminari asked, yellow eyes still glued to Bakugo's chest.

Aizawa only needed one heavy stare.

Most of the boys ran out of the room. The others hurried to finish. Shouto still had to put on his tie, so he calmly slipped it under his collar.

"You can wear the other uniform, Bakugo.", Aizawa said in a much nicer voice. "We'll take your measurements later to make you a proper set."

"Fucking fine…", the blond muttered, cheeks still burning and eyes glued to the floor.

"Watch your language.", their teacher replied without any heat.

Bakugo's lips were still down turned but he couldn't scowl anymore because of the embarrassment. It unfolded a little nose, and softened sharp eyes into an almond shape.

Bakugo unbuttoned his shirt with something like relief. His pecs really were impressive. It nearly looked like a woman's chest, and…

Aizawa's glare burned Shouto's face.

Their teacher wasn't physically impressive. He was lean, not that tall, long hair completely unkempt and face shadowed by a dirty half beard. But there was something in his aura that exuded dark, crushing severity when he wanted it too.

Shouto averted his eyes from Bakugo, cheeks a bit hot. He finished his knot, took all of his clothes and silently walked out the room.

#todoroki x bakugou #todoroki shouto/bakugo katsuki #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #trashdraft

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kasey-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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i have a request!!

ler gogs ler quackity lee sap: they’re streaming together and obvs gogs and quack bounce around a lot more than sap does. basically they go feral and accidentally find out that saps ticklish and mess with him for it.

kinda love the idea that sap is too stubborn to admit that he’s ticklish hehe.

Woo I finally got this finished!

Debates ending in laughter

George, Quackity and Sapnap had met up and were doing their first official stream together! Karl would’ve been there but he was stuck filming for mr beast and Dream was at a family reunion so thus the three were left alone! They had decided to do a Q&A and despite it being titled “chill Q&A with the boys!” It was anything but chill! Currently the three were debating over whether apple juice or orange juice was better and it was semi calm at first seeing as Quackity and George agreed but things quickly grew less calm when sap said he leaned more towards orange juice…

“I’m just saying I like both but I lean towards orange juice” George shook his head “Well you’re wrong that’s just wrong” “what do you mean wrong ?! It’s an opinion?! And most importantly my opinion so it is definitely not wrong!” Quackity shook his head smiling a bit “man I gotta agree with George here you’re wrong” sapnaps mouth gaped open “Quackity how could you?!” George giggled softly “Quackity is just cultured and has good opinions unlike you sapnap” sapnap scoffed and lightly shoved George and George shoved back to sap shoved back and George shoved again and sap shoved again sap poked at George’s chest and so George went to poke at saps chest but accidentally poked his ribs instead

Sapnap jumped and squeaked as an instant pink tint could be seen on his pale cheeks “EEK!” Quackity and George looked at each other and then at sapnap,

Quackity was the first one to speak “Oh sapnap.. what was that?” He had a devious grin as did George “yea sapnap what was that squeak about?” Sapnap cleared his throat as he says “what what squeak? I didn’t squeak you guys must be hearing things” Quackity shook his head smiling excitedly “no no you definitely squeaked! George what did you do?! Do it again!” George shrugged “all I did was poke him like this” George poked sap again and sap once again squeaked but George kept poking which make giggles begin to slip past sapnaps lips and so that’s when it clicked for Quackity!

“Oh I get it I get it! Sapnap here seems to be a little ticklish” sapnap was quick to disagree but his nervousness and voice crack gave away the true answer “WhAt no I’m nOt!” George Quackity both burst into giggles at his voice crack and George rolled his fondly saying “yea sure like we believe that” he looked to Quackity who had a big excited smile on his face and they both nodded, Quackity quickly got up and held sapnaps arms above his head while George straddled his waist! Sapnap had already begun pleading “guys guys guys you really don’t have to do this!”

Quackity shrugs and says “Well yea sure we don’t have to but we want to! Only if you want to tho dude” sapnap blushes brightly he’s thankful that Quackity is being sure he’s okay with this but something about admitting he was okay with this was very flustering…he couldn’t find the way to use his words so he just nodded his head yes softly, Quackity and George smile brightly and usually they would tease him about something like this but opted not to seeing as he was already so flustered.. George smiles softly “okay so where should we start?” Quackity thinks for a moment and says “hmm try his sides” George nods as he begins poking at sapnaps sides

Sapnap squeaked as he shifted back and forth with each and every poke “eek! Geeheohohrrgehehe!” George smirked softly “what sapnap can’t take a little poking? I’m barely doing anything” Quackity giggles softly using his over exaggerated British accent as he “aww is sappity nappity too ticklish for the pokey wokeies?” Sapnap blushes darkly as he giggles “friihihicckkk ohohofff duhuhuddhehehe!” George snickers softly “wow sapnap if you’re giggling this much from just some poking I can’t wait to see what happens when I do this” he begins digging into sapnaps sides! Sap shrieks and falls into laughter “AhAH GEORGEHHE HAHAHAAHA!”

George smirks softly “wow sapnap never knew you were so ticklish!” Quackity nods excitedly “yea man why would you keep this from us?! This is pure gold!” Sapnaps face turned even redder at their teasing as he says “ BEHEHEHECCHAHAHUHUHUSEHEHE IHIHIHI KKNHEHHEWWW YOOUU WOOUULDDD AHAHBBUHUSSHEHWHE. IHIHITT EEEEP!” He squealed as George switched to vibrations along with a mixture of random squeezes, also his statement was a bit of a lie while he did know they would abuse his ticklishness he didn’t actually not tell them because of that… the true reason he didn’t tell them was because he was too embarrassed to ever bring it up, he actually didn’t mind them abusing it a bit and to be honest he more than didn’t mind it he liked it… he just silently hoped they wouldn’t realize that but unlucky for sapnap they did indeed realIze it

George snickers softly “well for someone who didn’t tell us because he knew we would abuse it you certainly haven’t tried to get away” Quackity nodded in agreement “yea sapnap you’re definitely stronger than both of us yet you haven’t even tried to get away why is that?” Seeing as sapnaps face could not go much redder his ears began to turn red, George paused his tickling for a moment to give sap a small breather and allow him to answer “ihihihi uhuhuh ihihi ihihittsss hahaharddheherrr fahhacihihinngg ahahggahahinnsstt yoouuu ahahttt the same time..” Quackity rolled his eyes chuckling softly “yea uh sure, hey sapnap why are your ears so red?” Quackity gently traces the outer shell of one or sapnaps ears

Sapnap squeaks as soft melty giggles pour out “eeek! Nhahaha dohonnttt dohoho tthahahattt!” George’s eyes widen as he smiles brightly “No way! Look at him he’s practically a puddle of jelly! You should try his neck next!” Sapnaps head snaps up at George’s words “NONONO DONT!” George’s smile morphs into a devious grin “why not sapnap is your neck too ticklish? Can it not handle the tickly tickles?” Quackity laughed at George’s teases as he joins in “yea sappynappy is your neck too ticklish for me to even do this?” All he did was place his hands on saps neck and sap flinched a small quivering smile on his face, George couldn’t help but laugh softly at cute it was “no way he literally can’t look at him he’s already about to break!” Quackity maneuvered his head so he could see sapnaps face and he broke into laughter

“PHAHAHhhaha dude no way! So imagine what would happen if I-“ he began fluttering his fingers all around sapnaps neck making his neck instinctively turn and twist on every way possible to try and escape the sensations “EE QUACKITY NOHOHO AHAHAHEHEHE HAHAHEHHEHHAHAHHA FRIHIHICCKK!” George shook his head “Sapnap I literally don’t understand how you were able to hide this from us for so long, is this why you always wear hoodies?” Sapnap through his laughter manages to say “NOHOHO IHIHI JUHUHUSSTT LIHIKKEHE HOHOHDDIHIHIEHESSS”

Quackity rolls eyes his light heartedly as he stops and says “whatever you say man” George hums softly as he says “where should we go next? Maybe….here?” He experimentally pokes at both sapnap’s armpits giggling when he sees sapnaps arms twitch, sap squeaks as he shakes his head “eek! Nohowherhehe you should go nowhere” Quackity smirks before using sapnaps words against him “oh trust me sapnap I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere for at least a few more minutes haha” George giggles softly rolling his eyes fondly at the two before wasting no time scribbling in sapnaps armpits

Sapnap squeals as he twists back and forth, half heartedly trying to get his arms down “EEP GEORGE NOT THERE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA FRRIHIHICCKKK HEHAHAHAHHAHA!” George smirked a bit as he says “oh ticklish armpits sapnap how cute!” Sapnap blushes bright red as he says “SHUHUTTT UHUHUPP IHIHIMM SUHUHURREHEE YOOUURRRSS AHHARRHEHE JUHUHUSSTT AHASS BAHAHDD” George blushed lightly and Quackity laughs “geheheohorrggehehe your sohoho pihinkk!” George grumbles softly “shut up I’m sure yours are just as bad as well” Quackity immediately shut up looking away his face now pink…

George simply smirks as he begins focusing on the middles of sapnaps pits making him shriek “gAH GOHOHOGGYY NHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!” George grins “oh are the middles the worst hm? Well I won’t stay here too long I still wanna get that tummy of yours” Quackity nods “yea sap I bet your tummy is really ticklish isn’t? I bet you can hardly take it” A few moments pass and George stops and just rests his hands on sapnaps shirt, sapnap giggles residually gratefully taking in air “hohollyy frihihicckk yooouuu guhuhyysss ahharrhehe rhehehahallyy gohohoddd ahahttt thihihiss”

Quackity smiled brightly “Thank you thank you I take a lot of pride in being good at this” George snickers softly “yea thanks for the compliment, you ready to finish now?” Sapnap nods shyly “yea sure…” George nods smiling very slightly “so uhm are you good with me lifting your shirt?” Sapnap hesitantly nods “uh sure” George lifts it just enough to expose his tum button and curiously pokes around his stomach, sapnaps stomach jumps at each poke and he squeaks falling into giggles “eek! Geheheohohorrgehehe juhuhusstt gehehettt ihihitt ohovvehehrr wihihitthh dohohonnttt thehehahahseee”

Quackity scoffs softly “dang someone’s impatient” George laughs a bit “ohohkay then you asked for it” he began quickly skittering and scratching his blunt nails all around sapnaps tummy! Sapnap squealed as he fell into soft laughter “EEP GOGS ahahAHAHAH!” Quackity’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing as he blushed slightly “dang his stomach is pretty bad” his blush was due to the realization while sapnaps stomach was pretty ticklish it wasn’t near as bad as his own…. Suddenly sap shrieked bringing Quackity back to the situation at hand “EEE GOGS NOT THE BUTTON!”

George smirks softly “oh? Not the button? Is this little button too ticklish?” Sapnap nods softly and George softens a bit “well I won’t stay here too long then okay?” Sapnap smiles gratefully and Quackity smiles at the softeness of it all, usually he would make a joke about how sappy all of this is but he decided not to, George quickly dipped his finger in wiggling it around! Sap shrieked again as his back involuntarily arched up “AAhh HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA NNAHAHHAHA!” True to his word George only kept it up a few short seconds before stopping

“Hey sapnap can George try one more thing?” Quackity curiously asks, through his tired giggles sapnap says “yehehahhaa ihihi gehehuhuhuss” Quackity smiles excitedly “George do you know what a raspberry is?” George nods “yea it’s a fruit duh” Quackity rolls his eyes as he says “no no no not that kind! Here switch positions I’ll do it” and so they swiftly switched positions and Quackity wasted no time leaning down and blowing the biggest raspberry he can over sapnaps tum button!

Sap actually screamed before falling into silent laughter! “AAAAHHHH QUACK ………….” Upon his silent laughter George immediately let go of sapnaps arms and Quackity began rubbing away the excess tickles as sapnap giggled residually “You good sapnap?” Sapnap nods through his giggles “yehehehahaha” suddenly George gasps and they both turn to look at him and Quackity is first to speak “what?” George blushes as he says “uhm we forgot about stream…” Sapnap immediately sits up and looks at the camera and then slides down into the floor

Quackity laughs a bit not at sapnap though but at the ridiculousness of them forgetting to turn it off and how none of their friends bothered telling them… or so they thought but actually they all just forgot they had so not disturb on on their phones so they didn’t get any notifications though to be fair Dream can get through George’s do not disturb so Dream must’ve just not tried to get through… They quickly wordlessly end stream and promptly all break into laughter

Sapnap is first to speak “well that’s definitely getting clipped” George nods “oh please it’s probably already trending on Twitter!” Quackity nods in agreement “I bet vod channels are already uploading it right now” suddenly sapnap smiles a bit deviously “so next Q&A which one of you is getting wrecked?” Quackity and George blush stuttering and pointing at each other “definitely him!” George says, “no no no George started this so it should definitely be him!” Sapnap laughs “I’m sure they’ll be many more Q&As in the future so I’ll get you both back eventually, now I’m starving let’s go get food”

And so the night was spent rather uneventful apart from the shared laughter at Twitter

The end

#asks #fluffallamaful #lee!sapnap #ler!george #ler!quackity

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worldsover · 4 years ago

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Wintertide Inside ft. Gahyeon

length ✦ 4841

genres ✧ cockwarming; anal; gf!Gahyeon

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Maybe it’s obvious, but you’re thankful for Gahyeon’s ass. A simple contract—if you need a cocksleeve to wrap you or if your girlfriend needs a toy to fill her, neither of you would say no. You’re nominally in charge today but the outcome’s the same either way, with cum seeping from both ends of her tract and your cock sore in the best plight a man can have.

Swift moans interject her snoring to surface you from your nap, probably because of flashes of biting air that creep in from some draft in the room. Her red crop-top is the only article of clothing on her scrumptious physique while you’re completely stark. Don’t want to get up so you hold her somehow closer with no worry for your own frigidity. Gahyeon is tiny in your entwine. As you emanate heat from your torso to her back, she returns it tenfold between her legs.

The incongruity of her pussy is that it’s both uncomfortable and comforting. Stressfully tight and lovingly wet, while grueling clenches verge on coaxing yet another orgasm from you. Its quaver can be measured in millimeters when your cock etches its shape more permanent. Yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s worries become dust in your brain as it toils to memorize each of her inner folds.

Therefore more than the mouthwatering shape or size, you’re grateful for the cushion of her buttcheeks because it rivals your couch’s plushness and distracts you from your imminent peak, your third or fourth today. Losing track is easy when she keeps your cock incarcerated for so long. The threat of climax fades away and returns as quickly while single pulses reiterate how close to the edge you are. No lights on in your living room. Don’t need them. Nothing in your head other than Gahyeon anyway.

Rays spill through the thick curtains and a sliver barely misses her eyes to fall on yours instead. However, she rouses too from her sleep when a pillow between her legs slips to the floor. Nothing funny but you both giggle.

“How’s your nap, babe?” you say.

She twitches at the warm air tickling her ears, and cold the rest of her skin, but you manage to keep most of your body stationary in Gahyeon’s embrace. Gahyeon yawns and stretches her arms, pushing back on the edge of the couch. “I think I had an amazing dream. Brr.”

“Dummy, you don’t dream until you hit R.E.M.” You point and she bends down to grab the thick blue blanket that fell on the floor. A small hum arises from you at the slight shift in angle. Look at the white clock above the TV and point again. “It’s only been like twenty.”

Gahyeon hands the blanket to you and you swathe it around your two bodies, calming both of your shivers. “Felt like forever. Pff, I was trying to be all romantic.”

“Why be romantic when-” Your words fall to breathy laments when the smoothest swing of her hips turn millimeters of movement to centimeters. The friction from only fractions of your length force a whimper out of her as it does a throb from you.

Gahyeon’s moans turn to more desperate whimpers in kind. Her hand aims below her crop-top and your shaft feels the curious kneading of her fingers below her belly button. Another throb. “Fuck. I still feel your cum inside. It’s almost too much.”

“Then why are you grinding so much? I’m barely running on empty.”

Your head is so fuzzy, you can’t tell how she manages to get on top of you while keeping your cock inside the entire time. For as savory as it is to look or smell or listen to her cute grunts, the only sensation that passes to your mind is her tightness twisting around your shaft.

Gahyeon sits up and collects a bit of leakage with a finger, provocatively sucking it. “Nice try but I know the taste of your fresh load.”

“Fuck, you make my cock so sensitive. Such a good cumslut.”

She gulps and bats her eyes so you pull her hair down, and your lips converge. Your core reignites when Gahyeon starts jolting her hips down hard on yours, and you note that her walls aren’t just clingy with your semen but that her pussy is lubricious with girl cum. It’s her turn to be the fucktoy but she’s stalwart in riding you. You’re in no condition to object.

Gahyeon looks up at the clock and she slows down though not fully arresting her momentum. “Wait a sec, why didn’t you tell me the time?” she says after a thrust and a pant.

You shrug and she blows air out of her lips. Not a mind reader here.

Her pussy almost snaps shut when she gets off you. She steals the blanket while she’s at it. ”Right, should’ve told you to remind me. How am I supposed to focus on the performance later with this in me the whole time?” Gahyeon says, wiping the sticky load dripping from her other lips.

“Man, the blanket’s gonna be sticky now.”

“Sorry babe, I’ll try to do a better job keeping it inside me, okay?”

Stand up and grab some tissues for the fluids coating her groin before you clean yourself the same. You shiver at the air occasionally sweeping the room because you don exactly one less garment than Gahyeon, but it’s about making a statement. It’s your apartment dammit so you can be nude at any hour if you want to be.

Widen the curtains and suffuse the room with natural white light. Look outside, your undraped stature proud and unsympathetic to the outside world to which you expose yourself. Sky and trees are near monochrome as the snow piles up on the grass which adds to the subtraction of color.

“You’re so weird,” she says. Your dick flops as you turn around and flaunt your butt to mother nature itself, knowing its coldness towards you isn’t solely metaphorical in this season.

“This is our first winter together, my first new year in my own apartment. I have to be excited.” You raise your arms.

“Fair. You wouldn’t be here without me.” A signature curly smile and she joins your side to admire the snowy sight, letting you share in some—no, not all—of the warmness of the blanket.

“I mean if we were normal, I wouldn’t have left.” You hug Gahyeon and give her a smooch on her forehead. “But I needed my own place for my little cum-hungry, cum-greedy cockwarmer.”

Pink always spreads her cheeks at your brazen words. Her tummy presses on your softening cock and brings it back to life but she backs away. Gahyeon brings the back of each of her hands to her sides. “Right, speaking of which. Can I take one of my panties from your drawer?”

“You didn’t bring any? Hold on, that was supposed to be a secret!” you say.

“Yeah, obviously I know about them, stupid. You didn’t even notice when I packed a couple in there myself when you moved, did you?”

She’s right, you didn’t, so shake your head. Gahyeon giggles then gives you the blanket again before she heads to your room. “I’ll be back soon, okay!” she yells while you fiddle with the thermostat.

Grab some tortilla chips from the pantry then sit on the couch bundled in the blanket and turn to a channel that’s just playing a loop of a fireplace. At least the crackling sounds realistic with your speakers.

In only a few minutes, she already has a full winter outfit on, a bright tomato that would stand out sorely in the snow. The apartment is already a lot mellower so you put the blanket away to wash later. Gahyeon is enticing no matter what she wears but you’re warm inside seeing your girlfriend wrapped up, though warmth also comes from the humiliation finally setting in from the contrast between her state of dress and yours.

“Did you hear me? I said I’ll be back soon.”

“Come on, the apartment isn't that big.” Get up to kiss her goodbye. ”Hurry back. There should be plenty of sun left and I wanna see the sun shine on your face with my cock in it.”

Open your laptop on your coffee table and promise to yourself that you’ll finish editing that teaser. It’s just a little distraction when you pore over videos you worked on recently, just reviewing your work to get ideas for how to cut. However, like a good and fully whipped man, one thing leads to another, one Dreamcatcher music video later—you’re proud of working on that one—and you’re back to the fancams of your girlfriend dancing. A similar, but less revealing crop-top, brief black shorts that strut the beautiful width of her thighs that you live between. Losing much weight, they’re still ample enough to stifle your cock on their own, without her amazing pussy’s help. Your erection should be exhausted but it returns at the sight of the jiggling. Two hands begin their work as Fly High plays.

A fluffy red jacket slams into your head. “You slob, put some clothes on!”

“What are you doing home?”

“Look at all the snow! What are you doing naked?”

“It’s my apartment, dang it! You know I’m naked all the time.” Didn’t mean to raise your tone there but she looks a touch distressed. You run up to her and give her a heavy drawn-out embrace.

“Babe,” she says, a little reluctant in the hug.

“I’m sorry. Please, forgive me.”

“No babe, it’s fine.”

“I was jerking it to you if it helps.”

“That doesn’t help, stupid. You’re gonna get this dress messy!” Gahyeon grabs your dick which leaks some precum. She bites her lip.

“Oh, sorry,” you say. You back off and retrieve the parka that fell on the floor and from all its pockets spill condoms like a deck of cards and a bad hand.

“Holy shit,” Gahyeon says. Whatever minute ire that remains burns away at her adorable laughter mixing with yours.

“Fuck, imagine if someone caught you with those.”

“Shit. Yoobin almost put her hand in my pocket for no reason.”

“Nah, she would’ve laughed just as hard.”

“You’re right.” Gahyeon bends down to pick the condoms up and you take your sweet time to help her. “We haven’t used these in so long,” she says.

“You wanna? Old time’s sake? Ha, fuck no.” Feeling bad for making her do all that work to appreciate her ass even in the baggiest pants possible, you spank her. Wait, that’s not the solution. ”You should change first. I’ll clean up.”

There’s grey shorts and a plain white shirt in the dryer, so grab them. Gahyeon returns with her hair in twin buns, a short pink skirt and a white long sleeve half-shirt that manages to show off her cleavage from the top and the bottom.

“I hope that’s not a stage outfit.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to look more like a dumb slut for your dick.”

And with that, thoughts empty. As she crawls towards you, grab a wad of her hair. “So it’s like that today. Well shit, good job.”

“Thank you!” Only the corners of Gahyeon’s lips turn. “A good toy only has one purpose.”

Fulfill that purpose and shove her head down to its rightful place. Gahyeon takes a single stroke into her throat, with nary a sound as she takes the entire length into her practice throat, but she pulls her lips back up to your cockhead. “You’ll be good there?” you say.

“Mhm,” she says with her usual mouthful.

You get a bit of video cutting done for an hour or so with her lips on your cock head, occasionally patting her head. Occasional moans slip out but you keep focused and erect at the same time. At some point during your work, you offer her one of your earphones to listen to your synthwave music. Despite maintaining an enthusiastic hold on your tip, Gahyeon looks a little tired from kneeling so long.

“Aww, baby, do your knees hurt?”

“Mm, I’m fine,” she mumbles while keeping her lips on your tip.

“Why are you pouting a little then?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, come here.”

Stoop to give her a passionate, drawn-out kiss, though it always turns out the same. You realize how long you could do nothing but make out with your girlfriend. You love the way Gahyeon competes with you, where your tongues battle and you each threaten to suck the air out of each other’s lungs. It’s impossible to keep your heart’s pace steady and you’d be remiss for your hands not to dig into every inch of her skin as she wanders the same on you.

Of course, there’s only one place those hands could lead to. Smack. You swear her ass ripples. “Now get back to sucking slut.”

You wipe the drool off your face but you interrupt her doing the same; she looks good messy. Gaheyon lays on the couch with her head on your lap. You can’t see her face but if she needs to get a better angle to watch Knowing Bros, then so be it. Her lips fasten your cock just the same. She sticks her ass up and a reflective circle seals her asshole.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Friend got it for Christmas, secret Santa.”

“Bora?”

“Mhmmmm-” Gahyeon draws out the vibration of the last consonant on your cock.

A couple of hours later, you finish your work and send emails. Once in a while you stroke her hair but she gives more suction in response, sending you ever closer to release. How greedy of her, she’s certainly swallowed enough cum just from premature singular pulses but Gahyeon doesn’t stop when you lay down the law and slap her ass.

“Whose turn is it. huh?”

Every hit of her ass emboldens her sucking, as she goes deeper.

“So you wanna be a brat? I said, whose turn is it!”

She gags for the first time in a while, spewing much spit, when you pull slowly but abruptly on the shiny buttplug after slapping her ass a final time. Lube spills out.

Gahyeon breathes heavy breaths on your cock. “Fuck. I’m sorry, sir.”

“Woah. Now that’s new.”

“I guess it just came out naturally. Sir.” She licks up the froth on your cock.

“I don’t mind if you say it.” You circle her asshole with your finger and taste the lube. Sugary but you can’t think of the flavor. Not that you can think of much of anything.

“Only if you call me ma’am when it’s my turn.”

“Deal.”

“Thank you sir.”

She keeps your cock snug in her mouth. Browse your phone and decide to get some Jjamppong delivered, perfect for the cold.

“Gahyeon? Babe?”

Was she really? Incredible. She manages to doze off with a cock filling her mouth. That’s new. For all the times you’ve fallen asleep during tantric sex, it’s always been inside her pussy or asshole. How she incessantly drools while her head wriggles nearly makes you unload on her unconscious tongue but you hold it in, allowing only a few spurts to leak.

Unfortunately, you have to wake her up when you get the order from the door. You have to get some final work done but she eats dinner, sitting your dick. Your laptop is on her lap while you rest your chin on her neck. Tickled, Gahyeon giggles in between slurps of noodles. The lack of movement agonizes both of you but it keeps you focused. You could spend all day fucking each other; in fact, you have.

The winter sunset lights your room the colors of candy like artificial strawberry and sweet tangerines, though snow still storms down to desaturate the world. You’ve had enough productivity for one day. Gahyeon shares the soup with you, but after she sets the bowl down, she twists her hips in a quick motion and you explode without warning. Five or six? It’s only a curt removal of your soul from existence but you puff and pant anyway.

“Fuck, I’m sorry sir. I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine.”

“But I can’t let this cum go to waste, can I?” At some point during your orgasm, she withdrew herself and now she’s licking up and down your soft shaft to clean any cum that you didn’t shoot inside. “Damn, I just wanted to get my vibrator.”

“It’s okay Gahyeon, get it. I. I definitely need some time to recover.”

“I guess even you have your limits.” She grins, then leaves for the bedroom.

Gahyeon returns and a loop of a pink wire sticks out from her pussy. Now the only thing she wears is that thin strip of a top. Take off your shirt to match. “The egg this time?” you say.

She nods. “Here’s the remote.”

Get your Switch and play some Smash while she washes some dishes and organizes clothes that she’s brought over. Apparently you mix your clothes with hers often, which shouldn’t be such an issue considering how different your sizes are. Every time you lose a game, you turn on the vibrator for a few moments. You get a kick out of watching her buckle. If only you could do this while she performs live.

“You wanna head to the bedroom? It’s getting dark, uff.” A quick press of the highest setting and Gahyeon’s knees knock together. It never takes too long for you to get hard again when you see her put all effort into standing. “You- Ahhh, fuck, I love you. I hate you.”

Maybe it’s because you have yet to turn the intensity down. With a full hand on her ass and the other on her back, carry her to the bedroom but her wriggling hobbles you. An early left turn.

“I already showered earlier. Sir, please I’m getting so sensitive.” Gahyeon rotates through many different faces, from agony to excitement to pleasure.

Set her down in the hot tub and her crop-top lands in the laundry basket perfectly.

“Nice throw.” Gahyeon high-fives you. She almost distracted you with that great throw. “Tsk. You’re still keeping that vibrator in you. Just what you deserve for making me cum when I didn’t even finish eating.”

Your apartment is relatively small for its price, but there were certainly no expenses spared for the bathroom. Both your shower and your jacuzzi could fit three people. It has the biggest panes of glass and provides no privacy but you love the ambiance especially during a night shower. Gahyeon’s moaning goes from having a quick rhythm to intense, long held notes. She’s playing with herself in any way that she can to make her climax, manically stroking her clit while she teases pulling the metallic plug in her ass. Turn off the lights and cocoa candles fill the scent of the room. Finally, remove her vibrator and buttplug.

“So fucking yummy. Come here,” you say, holding her neck carefully as you get in the tub to crash your lips into hers. After what feels like hours of kissing even if it is only a few minutes, you lay down in the hot-tub and Gahyeon straddles your thighs.

“So which is going to be?” She glances next to the sink. ”Guess the lube isn’t for my pussy. Wait, why’d you turn on the water? It’s gonna wash away the lube. Woah, isn’t it my turn-”

When you pull her groin up to your face, extra force on her clit shuts her up and nearly instantly drives her to orgasm. Gahyeon always grabs your hair and locks her legs together when you make her cum with your tongue but especially after all the stimulation of the vibrator, you have difficulty breathing. It’s worth it. She whimpers as your lips work relentlessly on her pussy but you settle down after a while. Hot jets of water blast on your back along with her legs. Gahyeon continues riding your face while she talks about her performance. Apparently the snow had a lot of the production people hold up. She brings a dewfall and you could taste her syrup forever but your cock aches once again. Maybe it’s asking you to chill out and that it needs a break, but if that were true, it wouldn’t be as hard as ever.

“I’ve had enough of your pussy today,” you say.

“Really sir? Didn’t know that was possible.” Gahyeon needs no directions, your tongue licking up her body as your hands pull her last garment away.

“Siri, play relaxing radio. I’m staying in your ass until I cum.”

The middle of an R&B chorus plays. You get up to take the lube and Gahyeon drains the tub until only a little water remains. Her fingers wander and she vigorously rubs her clit while a curious thumb circles her asshole. Take a glob of the vanilla flavored lube and spread it on your fingers. Gahyeon sucks on your index, which goes straight to her asshole. Its wetness helps the tight ring expand slowly around it and the familiar pucker on your finger excites you. Get underneath her so that she’s laying on top of you while you sit back against the tub.

“God. I’m never getting used to how big you are.”

There it is. The tip of your cock vanishes into her tight asshole and you try to hold in a high whine, though Gahyeon lets out plenty of squeals as lube makes the entrance slick, squishy noises. Let her ass sink in with only her weight and it wraps down your shaft inch by throbbing inch. At last. She’s all the way down. If only you could see her face, but the position is comfortable and you get the pleasure of sucking on her neck while playing with her tits from behind.

The glow from the moon finds an angle into your room, mixing candle flame yellows with its white. Fierce winds push the falling snow outside of your window sideways. You’re warm nonetheless.

Midnight, the radio says as a new host talks about the inclement weather, but it’s not enough to keep you from kissing up and down Gahyeon’s back. Play with her nipples and the miniscule action not only gets them hard, but makes her ass’s folds react and roll to the pleasure. The breeze blows, a more important sound manages to distract you.

“Sir, do you hear that?” Gahyeon says.

“Yeah!” You hum along to the melody of Jazz Bar. “Hey, that’s you singing.”

“It’s not even one of our title tracks. I have to tell the members.”

Gahyeon almost gets up from her but her head turns and shakes, realizing your thickness twitching as she almost fully unsheathes her ass. “Fuck.”

“Hold on. What’d I tell you?”

“Oh shit. Sorry. Sir. I can tell them later.”

“You know what. Just for that.” Pick her up, holding her thighs carefully to keep your cock in her asshole. The position is awkward, but you manage to lay her down prone without withdrawing your erection.

“God, I love the way your cock hits.” All agreements and contracts are lost when you look at how the fat and muscle collects in Gahyeon’s full ass. A single thrust in and you can see the weight of the smack of your groin on her cheeks, so you endeavor to learn more about physics, even during the snow day. Slam into her and as you go in and out, Gahyeon yells and swears louder and louder, threatening to let all the neighbors know. No, of course they already know. It makes your eye contact with them hilariously awkward and it makes Gahyeon’s mask and disguise even more necessary.

“What a bad girl,” you say with a powerful shove. ”Can’t even be a good cockwarmer, god.” Plunge and dive, your cock tries its best to widen her asshole but no matter what, it strangles your shaft taut. “Your butthole is just too. Fucking. Tempting.”

“Yes! Yes! Sir please, I’m going to- I’m just about to. Fuck. Shit I was so close.”

Chuckle at seeing her distraught face. “I’m getting some beer. Also, I want to finish in the bedroom. More comfy.”

She takes a minute to find her breathing but she gets up and grabs the lube. “Don’t have work tomorrow?” Gahyeon says.

“Lemme check.” When you both get to the bedroom, you check your phone. Nothing til noon. Perfect. Grab some beer in the minifridge in the corner of the room, while Gahyeon fixes her hair and lays down on the bed. She pats the mattress with both hands next to her. Missionary, it is then.

A hand to her chin. “Wait a second, didn’t you say you weren’t leaving my ass until you came. Hmm,” Gahyeon says. She gives a quick smooch and smiles naughtily. You could stare at her lips upturning all day. It’s her signature weapon.

Take a sip of the bottle of Cass. “What are you gonna do about it?” She digs her nails into your back to pull you and your cock finds the purchase of her asshole anew. In between thrusting motions, you take bigger swigs of the beer and offer some to her. She spills a bit on her tits and you lick it up. Suck on her tits as she pounds her ass into your erection.

“Stretch me out, fuck me harder. Harder, sir!”

“God, mmmm, ugh., ugh.” Can’t speak much anymore. Both of you love dirty talk, Gahyeon especially knows how to whisper to tickle your ear but she also knows how to scream to get your instinctive side out. You hold her neck as you hold the bottle, careful and secure. Her tightly drawn anus responds the same as her pussy when you choke her, as they each try frenetically to wring you dry. However, the friction of her ass, even with all the lube, arouses your cock harder somehow. This is the life you chose, in a way the most tiring work you could ever imagine.

Gahyeon grabs tighter and her whole body ripples at the force that you both put in. Not a single qualm about your lifestyle. Any pretense of space between you two is gone as every inch of your skin slaps against each other. A final gulp from the bottle.

“Right there, right there, yes sir, baby. Cum with me!”

There isn’t much of you left but it’s still a flash freeze, a blizzard and pouring hail slamming into you when you cum, and she shakes doubly so in her orgasm as she’s had double yours today. The throb of your shaft doesn’t match the squeezing rhythm of her sphincter and inner walls which makes your cock spurt with more intensity than you could think possible, even bearing your stamina. Your sticky semen replaces the slippery lube inside her ass but you didn’t need its stickiness to slow your rhythm as your dick gets softer. You let minutes pass anyway to feel her muscles react to the load sloshing around and so that it’s not as difficult to extricate your softness from her greedy butthole, though it takes a slow removal anyway with its tightness. Both of you limp over and Gahyeon is fast asleep, but you scramble to return the buttplug and keep the cum inside.

“Keep warm! It’s going to be like this all winter. Tomorrow, it’ll be a high of -5 and a low of -20 and that snow will keep piling up-” Turn down the volume so that it’s not muted but soft enough that you can hear the wind howl past your windows just as loud. Nothing amazes you more than the tiny idol asleep and cutely snoring while her pussy throttles your shaft. Looking at Gahyeon’s ass and feeling her shake it as you try to fall asleep, something tells you it’ll be the warmest winter you’ll ever have.

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AFF, AO3

Something quick with my favorite kink for my second favorite in Dreamcatcher. Also got a draft for my ultimate bias but that’ll take time as well. Woops, yet another thing to procrastinate on while I shirk on both real life and writing.

#kpop smut #dreamcatcher smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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briarthorne · 3 years ago

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Like Any Other Day with my Boyfriend 1

Snippets of Blaze, Crusher, and friends about their everyday life and how they do in a relationship.

Characters: Blaze, Crusher, Gaby

BATMM Human!AU

“Alright! It’s ready!” Crusher announced as he got the remote to his latest machine ready.

His latest invention, the rainbow water splasher, which is basically a sprinkler that sprinkles rainbow water for kids to play with. It was his newest invention, and one he was excited to try out with Pickle once he’s finished.

He pushed the “on” button on the remote and the RWS was beginning to spin. Then stopped. Crusher was confused. It was supposed to work. He made sure it was filled and the water lines are connected. So, what went wrong--

Without warning, the RWS began spinning faster than it was supposed to do. And instead of water, it was spraying paint.

“GAH!” Crusher screamed as he flipped the nearest table to take cover. He was pressing the button furiously, trying to make the dang thing stopped. And a few seconds later, the RWS stopped.

By now, the whole room was covered in paint and Crusher was a mixture of different colors of all kinds.

Crusher fumed in frustration, resulting in him kicking the nearest thing his foot could reach, which was the metal leg of the table he was hiding behind. It was metal and it hurt.

“FRICK!” Crusher called as he withdrew his foot and began hopping on the uninjured one.

A knock resounded the door and the door opened to Blaze who had a huge grin on his face. He looked around the room and his grin faltered when he saw his blue-haired boyfriend clutching his foot while the other jumps up and down in frustration. Blaze huffed a laugh and made his way to Crusher.

“Hey, Crusher. What happened here?” Blaze asked, once again, looking all over the multi-painted room.

Crusher huffed in annoyance, wondering how long he was there standing and watching as he made a fool of himself. Crusher leaned on the wall and tried to act cool, wincing as he put his injured foot down. “Just, you know… Another failed invention…” Crusher grumbled.

Blaze chuckled. It was cute seeing Crusher like this but his amusement turned into a concern once he saw Crusher wincing as he tried avoiding putting weight on his other leg where his foot was.

“Aand… What happened to your foot?” Blaze asked.

“Oh, what, this?” Crusher pointed down, playing nonchalantly. “Pfft,” he waved. “It’s nothing.”

“... We should let Gabby check on that,” Blaze suggested.

“What,” Crusher turned to him in an instant. He waved his hands and shook his head, all the while chorusing, “no.” “I’m fine,” he insisted, “really.”

Blaze rolled his eyes, and without much trouble, picked the blue boy up from the floor. From the sudden action, Crusher yelped and held onto the first thing he could to avoid the risk of falling, which was apparently Blaze’s neck.

Crusher blushed when he noticed how close he was to Blaze’s face. He could feel his breath near his face and those pink shiny lips are just tempting him to kiss this beautiful specimen of a man.

Blaze chuckled, seeing the flustered look of the other boy. They had been dating for what? 9 months? And it still amuses Blaze how Crusher still gets flustered over the small things Blaze has done for him.

Crusher blushed harder at the sound of Blaze’s laugh, and in embarrassment, hid his face below Blaze’s neck where he couldn’t see the tomato he had become.

Blaze carried him out so he could be treated by Gabby.

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Bonus:

Gabby: *working on normal stuff*

Blaze: *enters with Crusher in his arms*

Gabby: Again with the romantic entrance! Have mercy for the singles!

#batmm #blaze and the monster machines #crusher #blaze #human!au #Days with my BF (Flamethrower)#blaze x crusher #blasher #fluff

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taeken-my-heart · 4 years ago

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Revenant

Summary: You’d always been told that when you died that you’d walk into the light towards Heaven. Only problem is, you died and the light never showed up. Now you’re attached to a handsome but grumpy and sleep deprived medical student and neither one of you knows what to do to get you to finally cross over.

Rating: PG15

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, Ghost!au, MedicalStudent!Namjoon

Word Count: 6328

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse and one seizure in future chapters

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You’d been laying on this bench for what was probably three days. At least. It’s a good thing you weren’t alive, otherwise you’d be really hungry and you’d probably smell bad. It was so humid even you could feel it…and you were dead so that was saying something. You watched as a rather rotund middle-aged man with a sweaty upper lip hobbled passed you.

“I feel you, bro!” You called out to him, sitting up to solute him, but of course he didn’t hear you. They never did. How long had you been dead? You weren’t really sure; you weren’t even sure exactly when you’d died or how. Your memories were pretty foggy, honestly. You remembered your first name, some of your interests, and you were pretty sure that you had a few family members that you’d beat to the grave, but that was about it.

Now, here you sat on a park bench in the middle of June watching the living amble by as you wondered where on earth you actually were and why you were still here. You’d heard the stories like everyone else, death was supposed to bring a “light” that you were meant to walk through…only you don’t remember ever seeing a light and now you were just trapped, wandering around hoping to run into someone that could not only see you, but tell you what was going on.

Maybe you had unfinished business? The problem with that is that you weren’t really sure what that unfinished business would be or how to go about finding out.

Sighing, you stood, stretching, and began wandering down the street. You couldn’t really find out what that business would be if you just kept sitting on that bench. You were on a side of town that you were pretty sure you’d never been on before, it didn’t feel familiar, at least. The streets were clean and lined with cute cafes, book stores, and other little shops brimming with clothing and small knickknacks.

You meandered aimlessly through the streets, walking through some shops that happened to have open doors. An unfortunate part of this whole afterlife thing was the inability to grab onto things. It was really inconvenient to not be able to open a door.

A building with a rotating door greeted you and you paused, watching as a woman in a pantsuit walked towards the doors and you grinned, walking as close behind her as possible, perhaps if you got enough momentum going you could take the door for a spin.

But that dream quickly died, along with your once beating heart, as you were left in the door beside a bustling lobby as the rotating door stopped moving and wouldn’t budge, even when you shoved against it.

Huffing in irritation, you glanced around the lobby in curiosity. The building wasn’t anything special, in fact it was a little worn down, but not without its charms. You figured you’d have to wait here until someone came back to the door to let you out so you began to wander around the lobby.

The carpet was faded and chaffing in spots against the wall, but that sort of added to the appeal. It looked like the type of place that you would have lived in back when you were alive. You watched the woman as she tapped her foot impatiently by the elevator and went to stand next to her.

She was pretty, mid-thirties with a tight bun and a sharp expression. She seemed like she was in a bad mood, but it didn’t lessen her appearance. As the elevator door slid open, you stepped in with her and watched as she pressed the button for floor 10. You had nothing better to do anyway; being trapped on floor 10 of this random apartment building for a little while wouldn’t be the worst scenario. Maybe this woman would do something interesting to keep you entertained for a while.

You zoned out on the numbers as they ticked by and when the elevator stopped, you almost didn’t notice before the doors started shutting again. You jumped, springing through the doors just before they closed on you and sighed in relief, glancing back at them before turning forward just in time to watch pantsuit woman enter an apartment and slam the door.

“Dang it!” You mumbled. Now you were stuck on floor 10 with nothing to do and no one to entertain you. You moped, moving slowly along the hallway, trailing your fingers against the wall and doors. You wondered when the next person would be needing the elevator. You hoped soon because you were already bored.

Rounding a corner, your fingers slid absentmindedly across a door before hearing it creak slightly and you turned to look up, watching the door slid open. “Oh?” You murmured in surprise, stepping across the thresh hold and glancing around the room.

It was clean, but fairly sparse. The type of place a man would live in. You turned towards the door, pushing against it and watching in surprise as it swung shut. You looked down at your hands in confusion. “What the?” You walked towards the door, reaching forward and watching as your hand swept through the door knob. You screamed, jumping back in alarm and clutching your hand to your chest. “Well, that’s not normal.” You tittered nervously, moving to grasp the door knob again and watching as your hand passed through 2, 3, 4 more times before pouting. “Maybe I’m in the process of crossing over?”

You turned to survey your surroundings again. At least whoever lived here had a decent view. It’s the only thing that was gonna be able to occupy your mind until you could manage to get back out and figure out why you could suddenly put your hand through a doorknob but not be able to walk through the wall itself.

You’d only been staring out the window for around 10 minutes when you heard the key enter the lock and you turned to watch and see what kind of person lived here. You were surprised to see a young man enter, a little taller than average height, broad shouldered and handsome with dark hair pushed back across his head which was currently bent and surveying something on his phone. He dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, sighing deeply before looking up and shoving his phone in his pocket.

Suddenly he stopped. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was looking straight at you.

“Who are you?”

His voice was deep and pleasant and you glanced around the room in confusion before remembering the two of you were the only one’s there.

“Wait…are you talking to me? You can see me?” You asked, walking carefully across the room until you were standing arm’s length away.

He looked at you in bemusement. “Should I…not…be able to see you?” He asked carefully, eyebrow raised.

“I mean, I don’t know. People stopped seeing me a while ago. I guess I kind of figured I was dead or whatever. Haven’t quite figured out where “the light” is. Then again, I was always bad with directions when I was alive so turns out things aren’t so different in death…apart from the people not seeing me thing, of course.”

He looked confused, his lips puckering and you smiled. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He looked back at you and at the hand that you extended. “If you’re really a ghost, then I won’t be able to feel you.” He surmised, face smug, as though he thought he was about to oust you from some great big lie.

You shrugged, “I guess we’ll both find out.”

“I’m Namjoon.” He said, extending his hand carefully, as though he wasn’t quite sure what to think and you lurched forward, grasping onto his hand. You could feel it, but it was faint, as though you’d sat on your hand for a little too long and now it was numb. There was some pressure, but it almost wasn’t there.

Namjoon retracted his hand quickly, like he’d been burned and looked at you, wide eyed. “Well that was weird.” You smiled.

“Your hand felt all tingly and awful.”

“That’s rude,” you sniffed, “you don’t see me talking about how your hand was all sweaty or anything.”

Namjoon blushed, rubbing his hands down the front of his pants. “Are they really?”

“Nah, I’m just joshing you. I couldn’t really tell you if they were anyway; couldn’t feel them. Dead, remember?” You laughed, turning to go sit on his couch. “So, you live here alone or something?”

Namjoon removed his messenger bag from around his neck, setting it on the floor by the door and looked around the room awkwardly. “No, actually I’ve got two roommates.”

“What’re their names?” You ask, throwing your feet up on the coffee table casually, but you don’t miss the way Namjoon grimaces at your dirty shoes.

“Uh, Jimin and Jin.” He replies distractedly, tearing his eyes away from your feet and back to your face. “We’re all longtime friends.”

“Cool, cool. Are you still in school?”

“I’m in medical school,” he replies quickly, “I’m sorry, are you intending on staying for a while?”

You sigh dramatically, flinging your hands around in a miniature tantrum. “Well here’s the thing Joon,” You start.

“Namjoon.” He replies testily, cheeks sucked in with his impatience.

“I walked in here because I was bored and not really sure where I was. Once I got inside, I realized I couldn’t get back out again. They lie, you know, the people who write books. They always say that when you’re a ghost you can walk through walls and crap, but I can’t. I have to walk through the door just like everyone else.”

“So, you’re prone to breaking and entering?” He frowned.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You smirked, “sue me?”

“OK, well fine, now that I’m here I can open the door for you. It doesn’t make much sense, though. You were able to get in so why can’t you get back out?”

“I don’t know,” you replied petulantly, following Namjoon to the door. “My hand kept going through the door knob. Now that was a first for me. Kind of freaked me out if I’m being honest.”

He opened the door for you and you stepped back out into the hallway, turning to face him. “Well, I wish you luck finding the light or the dark or whatever it is that you’re looking for.”

Before you could scold him for insinuating that maybe you were trying to find your way to hell, he’d slammed the door in your face and you huffed angrily. Namjoon turned around, letting out a sigh before screaming and jumping back against the door.

“How’d you get back in here? Did you teleport?”

“I don’t know!” You squeaked, “I’ve never done that before!”

“What do you mean you’ve never done that before?” Namjoon shouted, still clutching his rapidly beating heart.

“I mean I’ve never done that before! I don’t even know if I was actually the one to do it.”

He frowned, standing up straight and fixing his shirt. “That’s nonsense. This isn’t a science fiction novel, of course you did it. There’s no other explanation.”

“OK, there’s a ghost in your apartment whose hand feels all tingly when you touch them and can only open doors sometimes and you’re upset about the fact that I might not be in control of my teleporting? That’s what you can’t seem to explain?”

“Well,” he spluttered hotly, “I can’t really explain any of it. But you just being a creepy trespasser with tingly skin seems easier to explain away than teleportation.”

“OK, go ahead, explain to me tingly ghost skin in a way that doesn’t make you sound insane.”

Before he could think of anything to say, the front door was being unlocked and another obnoxiously handsome man was walking through it. He was a few inches shorter than Namjoon, with a slim waist and thick thighs trapped beneath ripped black skinny jeans. His shoulders were practically exploding out of his leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses were resting on the edge of his nose.

He looked at Namjoon, wrinkling his nose and pushing his sunglasses up into his wispy dark hair. “Hey man,” he said, closing the door behind him and sliding his keys into the pocket of his jeans, “who are you talking to?”

Namjoon sighed in exasperation, flailing his arms at you and you watched the other guy turn to look in your direction in confusion. “I’m talking to her, obviously.”

The young man’s brows wrinkled and his face was even more handsome when he was looking at you straight on. Well, you suppose you should use the term “looking at you” loosely, because while his vision was certainly trained where you were standing, he was most definitely looking straight through you.

“Who?” He asked, turning to look at Namjoon whose frown deepened.

“Did she pay you? She put you up to this, right? Haha, very funny, everybody laugh at the overworked medical student.” He scoffed and you couldn’t help but smirk. He turned to glare at you.

“You ok?” The other young man asked, coming to stand a little closer to his friend, “you’re being kind of weird, and that’s saying something for you.”

You laughed loudly and Namjoon huffed, pointing directly at you. “Do you seriously not see her?”

The guy turned back to look for you and you sighed. “Namjoon, stop, I told you, no one has been able to see me but you. I don’t even know why you can see me in the first place.”

The guy turned back to look at Namjoon, shaking his head. “Dude, there’s no one here but us. Maybe you should lie down. You’ve been pretty stressed lately; you just need to rest and drink more water.”

Namjoon allowed his friend to push him towards the couch and then sat down, grumbling angrily to himself as you came to sit on the coffee table directly in front of them. Namjoon glared at you as his friend sat beside him. “You seriously don’t see her?” He flailed angrily. When the guy looked at a loss for words Namjoon groaned, sinking back into the cushions. “Jimin…can you get me a drink of water? Maybe I’m dehydrated or something. You’re probably right, it’s probably a stress induced panic attack or something.”

“I doubt it’s a panic attack.” Jimin said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, “I’ve also never heard of people imagining people when they’re anxious, but anything is possible, I guess.” He handed the bottle to his friend as he sat down next to him and you watched the exchange curiously.

“And you seriously don’t see her?” Namjoon asked after chugging half the bottle, “sitting directly in front of me, won’t leave. Pretty obnoxious, actually.”

“I told you, I can’t leave!” You replied indignantly but he ignored you, turning to his friend.

Jimin shook his head and shrugged, “I’m sure once you get some rest, you’ll be fine. It’s probably just stress induced. Look, I’m going out to get some drinks tonight, with Jungkook and Tae; you should come. Maybe it’ll help you loosen up a bit.”

Namjoon frowned, “to be honest…I don’t think getting drunk is going to really help the hallucinations, but I’m all for bad decisions right now. Let’s go.”

Jimin chuckled, standing and stretching. “Cool, let’s take my car. You can get wasted and I’ll DD. JK and Tae are probably gonna be obnoxiously drunk anyway, so we can all have a stress sesh.”

You began to follow them to the door and Namjoon stopped, turning to you suddenly just as Jimin opened the front door. “You’re not allowed to come.” He said, “You’re a figment of my imagination and I’m banishing you. Hope to see you never again.”

“Well that’s just rude.” You scoffed, but suddenly the door was slamming behind them and you were staring at the painted white oak with a frown.

If Namjoon thought he could be rid of you that easily, he had another thing coming. As soon as the door was closed, you found yourself standing right beside the two men. Jimin finished locking up and you spluttered in disbelief. Namjoon turned to look at you, shock etched into his features and your eyes widened in surprise because, same bro.

“How is that possible?!" Namjoon complained, stomping his foot childishly and Jimin frowned in confusion.

You yourself were in a state of shock. How was it possible that you could just appear by his side? One minute you were stuck on the other side of a -definitely- locked door and now you were standing right beside the two men again.

"How is what possible?" Jimin sighed and Namjoon turned to look at him, waving his arms in exasperation.

"She just appeared out of nowhere!" He cried. "You said you couldn't open the door!"

"I can't!" You insisted, "I'm as shocked as you are. Besides, I obviously didn’t, you just watched Jimin lock it so you would have noticed if I walked through it!"

"OK, buddy, we definitely need to get you a drink." Jimin murmured, patting his friend on the back and leading him down the hallway.

You followed after, watching Jimin in interest as his back muscles moved in circles through his leather jacket. He was really freaking hot, and if you weren't so confused about what was going on...and if you weren't dead, of course, you probably would have made a move.

As it was, death was a highly inconvenient thing. Especially when you seemed particularly dim witted at the whole "crossing over" thing.

"Stop looking at him that way." Namjoon griped and you turned to look at him so quickly you felt a crick in your neck, hissing in pain.

"Stop looking at who what way?" Jimin asked, glancing at his friend as he clicked the lock to his car.

"She's looking at you like you're a piece of meat. It's gross."

You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders. "He's hot. And don't act all high and mighty like you've never stared at a girl’s body before. I'm just appreciating him. It's not like I can touch or anything."

"You could possess him or something!" Namjoon argued and you sighed loudly.

"I don't even know how-to walk-through walls, there's no way I can walk through someone's body. I thought you were becoming a doctor, aren't you supposed to be smart or something?"

Namjoon spluttered in indignation before Jimin cut him off. "Get in the car, dude. You're arguing with the air and people are looking at us weird."

You watched as Namjoon bit his lip bitterly, sliding into the passenger seat and rolling down the window to glare at you.

"You gonna do me a solid and open the back door for me?" You asked.

"Now why would I do that?" Namjoon scoffed, "I don't want you to come with us. Besides, if you can go through the front door you can certainly open the car door too."

"I told you I didn't walk through the front door!" You argued. Just then the car started and you looked at Namjoon as he smirked at you. "Fine, whatever. You're bad tempered anyway so I don't even want to hang out with you."

"Cool, feelings mutual." He replied smartly before rolling up the window and Jimin backed slowly from the lot.

You huffed angrily, folding your arms and grumbling as you watched the car leave the parking lot and roll around the corner. Well now what?

You went to sit on the curb and the second you'd sat down on the burning hot cement, you found yourself sitting very comfortably in the back of Jimin's nicely air-conditioned car. He was playing some obnoxiously loud rock music and you grimaced.

"Wow, his playlist seriously bites." You commented offhandedly and Namjoon turned to look at you, eyes huge in his head.

"H-how?" He stuttered and you shrugged.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Seriously, I just sat down on the curb and suddenly I was back here with your surly ass."

"What kind of bad juju did I get myself into?" Namjoon bemoaned and you watched with amusement as Jimin sighed in the driver’s seat, glancing over at his friend.

"I'm not a ghoul, I'm not here to haunt you." You sneered.

"This sure feels like a haunting." He grumbled under his breath.

"OK," Jimin said loudly, "so what kind of stress are you experiencing right now? Let's try and find the trigger."

"Aside from tests, there's nothing man, honestly. Today I was actually feeling pretty good, really stress free. Got an A on that biochemistry test so I was feeling great. I don't know if this is stress man, she really seems real."

"I am." You chirped pleasantly.

Jimin sighed and nodded, "OK, then tell me about her. Maybe talking about it will help get whatever is bothering you off your chest."

"I don't really know that much about her, I only found her in the apartment about 5 minutes before you got there."

"Well, is she pretty?" Jimin smirked and Namjoon blushed hotly.

"Yeah, am I pretty?" You teased.

"I find it offensive to comment on someone's appearance," he huffed, "you know that, Chim."

"Throw me a bone here, what does she look like?"

Namjoon rattled off a list of things that did sound a little insulting when he compartmentalized you like that before staring in rapt attention out the window.

"Sounds like your type." Jimin smiled and Namjoon scoffed, glaring at him.

"Not at all! I don't like stalkers in the slightest."

You rolled your eyes. "I told you, I'm not stalking you. I have absolutely no control on whether or not I follow you. For some reason I can't get away from you."

"OK, fine. What's her name?"

"Y/N."

"That's a nice name." Jimin said and you smiled.

"Thanks!"

"She said thank you." Namjoon replied gruffly.

"How old is she?" Jimin asked, putting his car in park and motioning for his friend to follow him into the bar.

Namjoon frowned, eyebrows knitting together. "Actually, I don't know." He said as he pulled the back door open for you to slide out.

"That's because you're selfish and didn't ask." You smiled, trailing after them as Namjoon closed the door behind you.

"Um, excuse you, I just opened your door for you. You could at least say thank you."

"That's true," you admitted, "thank you, Namjoon."

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and shrugging. "Don't worry about it. Anyway, how old are you?"

You sighed, lips poking out into a pout as you thought about it. "I think I was 23 when I died. It's hard to remember, some details are foggy."

"She said she thinks she's 23." Namjoon repeated softly as you trailed after them, seating yourself beside them in a circular booth in the back of the bar.

It was the typical dimly lit, slightly seedy looking place, but the seats were comfortable and aside from the bartender and a waitress, there was only one other table of guests around.

"She doesn't remember?" Jimin asked and Namjoon shook his head.

"She said things are kind of foggy. What do you remember?" Namjoon asked, turning to face you.

You sighed, looking down at the table and tracing the curving slopes of wood with your finger. "Honestly, not a lot. I’m pretty sure I'm a middle child, with one older brother and one younger brother. My parents are still together. I think I was kind of a rebellious child growing up, but I'm not sure. I think I had a cat. The name Cora rings a bell."

"I'm curious about something." Namjoon said suddenly and you jumped, looking up at him. "Even though you can't see her, I wonder if you could feel her." He said, turning to face his friend.

"I thought you said she was a ghost?" Jimin asked, eyebrow raising.

"She is, but for some reason I could feel her. Not the same as if I were to grab your arm, not solid like that, but it was a weird, tingly sensation. Like I was definitely touching something...but something not normal."

"Wow, thanks for that description." You scoffed, but he ignored you.

"Chim, hold out your arm."

Jimin appeared to be having an internal disagreement with himself before he sighed, holding his arm out across the table.

"Y/N, touch his arm."

You hesitated. What if you reached out and he couldn't feel you? What if you were relegated to following Namjoon around forever not knowing what your new purpose was? What if you really were just here to haunt him?

You internally scoffed, that's ridiculous; of course, I'm not here to haunt him. Hesitantly, you stretched out your hand to touch Jimin's arm.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but Jimin throwing himself back against the cushioned seats of the booth, eyes wide and staring at where your fingers had curled around his wrist was definitely not it.

"You can feel her, can't you?" Namjoon exclaimed and Jimin glared, shushing him quickly as the people at the other table glanced over from their seats.

"I don't know what I felt, but it was definitely something on my wrist."

"So, it's not just me." Namjoon whispered, slumping in his seat in relief, "for a moment there I really was beginning to believe that I'd snapped."

"What exactly did she do?" Jimin asked, peering across at you. You knew he couldn't actually see you, but his gaze was piercing. It was so inconvenient to not be able to talk to him yourself. Though you couldn't quite remember, you were pretty sure that you were relatively pretty. Jimin might have been interested if he could see you. This was turning into a lousy day. A hot guy - literally - couldn't see you and the only guy who actually could, while being relatively attractive himself, kind of hated you.

A blow to your confidence, if you were being honest.

"She just put her hand around your wrist." Namjoon waved off the question like it was no big deal and you watched in amusement as he basked in the knowledge that he was now somehow "special" because he could see you and Jimin couldn't.

"You were right, it felt weird. No offense, Y/N."

"None taken." You smiled and Namjoon turned to you and glared.

"Hey! Why is it that when he says you feel weird it's OK, but when I say it, I'm a jerk?"

"Because he's actually nice and didn't mean it offensively, whereas you're rude and mean!" You pouted.

"What did she say?" Jimin asked, leaning forward enthusiastically and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"I think she has a crush on you." He scoffed bitterly.

Jimin grinned in smug satisfaction, leaning back in his seat. "Jealous?"

"As if!" Namjoon cried, folding his arms over his chest. "She's annoying anyway, so jokes on you!"

"Just when I thought we were making progress." You sighed, grinning up at him.

"So, why's she here then?" Jimin asked, pursing his lips in thought. Namjoon looked at you suddenly and you frowned.

"I don't know." You admitted softly. "When I died, I was really confused at first. I thought there was supposed to be a light right away but there wasn't so I looked around for a while and eventually gave up...turns out it's really hard to find." You sniffed, nose wrinkling in embarrassment and Namjoon tried not to let on how cute he actually thought that was. "Anyway, I laid out on a park bench for...a while, I don't actually know how long and then I decided to walk around and do some investigating and that's how I got stuck in your apartment."

"Because you were breaking and entering?" Namjoon smirked and you smile sheepishly.

"Guilty as charged."

"What I don't get," Namjoon mused, "is how you managed to get in but then couldn't get back out."

"Well, I think you must not have closed the door very well because even though my grip isn't great right now, I just kind of gently pushed and it opened."

Namjoon blushed, looking down at the table and Jimin smirked, “what did she say? Something about the door not being locked? Wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Is this a thing?” You gaped, “You actually have a reputation of not being able to close a door properly?”

Namjoon opened his mouth to argue but suddenly there was a loud noise by the door of the bar and two new guys were walking towards the table waving. They were so handsome that, had you had breath to breathe, it would have been sucked right out of your lungs.

“What the actual hell, are you friends with every male supermodel in the city?” You mumbled, but Namjoon ignored you, standing to greet his friends. They slid into the booth and the one they’d called Taehyung sat right beside you, grinning and smelling like a glorious cedar wood forest after it rained. Cliché, but so completely true. “Oh, this one is really pretty. I think I’ll keep him.”

You could see Namjoon’s eye twitch as he struggled not to out his crazy situation to anymore of his friends and you grinned, staring more intensely at the side of Taehyung’s face, a small scar just above the corner of his lips catching your eye. “Oh, Namjoon, this one is really, really pretty. I want to touch him.”

“Don’t you dare!” Namjoon hissed and his friends turned to look at him in confusion. You grinned as he cleared his throat awkwardly, “don’t you dare leave this bar until you’re sufficiently drunk, I mean.” He chuckled and both Jungkook and Taehyung laughed, ordering a couple beers between them.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook grinned, “just give me a few hours and I’ll make sure I’m smashed.”

You chuckled, “Oh, he’s really cute too. Namjoon, are they single?” Namjoon ignored you completely and you frowned, folding your arms across your chest. “Oh, buddy, fine, you wanna ignore me? I’ll talk your ear off the second we’re back in your apartment. My ghost ass is stuck with you so you better be prepared.”

You could see Namjoon’s eyebrow twitch in aggravation, but that was all he gave you before he dove into a very heated conversation about which video game was better, Portal or Modern Warfare. You contented yourself with looking around the bar and eavesdropping on their conversation every few minutes. It’s all you could do anyway, Namjoon was the only one that could see you and he was pretending you didn’t exist. Perhaps exist wasn’t the right word anyway.

A few hours later and half a table full of beer, the guys were sufficiently tipsy, leaning back into the cushions of the booth with hiccups and giggles being shared. “So, have you grown a pair and asked out Eunae yet?” Jungkook burped and you frowned. He was slightly less attractive now. He smirked at Namjoon who glowered and you sighed dreamily.

Never mind. Still hot.

“I’m not afraid to ask Eunae out,” Namjoon griped, “I’m finessing her. Unlike you idiots, I have class and know how to woo a lady.”

Jungkook shrugged, taking another swig of his beer, “I would have piped by now. That’s just me, though.”

“Not really a shocker given that you think primarily with your dick.” Namjoon scolded and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could see his eyes flick to yours briefly, a hint of a smile twisting in the corner of his mouth before he was turning back to his friends to find Jungkook obnoxiously mocking him with a high-pitched voice and a flick of his hand.

“Oh, you like a giiirl?” You cooed loudly, leaning into Namjoon’s side and he flinched slightly at the contact. You supposed it was your weird, tingly ghost skin. “You should bring her over sometime, I’ll scope her out. I’ve got an eye for this sort of thing.”

“There’s no way I’m bringing her around you; you’ll just haunt her.” He hissed under his breath. The other guys were just drunk enough that Namjoon talking to himself didn’t arouse any of their suspicions.

You scoffed. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not haunting you. I don’t even know why I’m attached to you. Oh, maybe we could read some folklore when we get home, it might explain what’s going on!”

“I think you mean urban legend,” he mused, “and those are all just fictional.”

“You’re talking to a ghost.” You deadpanned as he looked down at you, dimple imprinting in his cheek as he frowned. “Clearly there’s some truth to it all.”

“Perhaps so,” he admitted, “but I still think there’s a scientific reason to all this.”

“Yeah, well, when you can find a scientific reason you go ahead and let me know. Until then, let’s read some spooky stories when we get back to the apartment and try and get down to the bottom of this.”

“I mean, aren’t they all just going to say something about unfinished business? You don’t remember much from when you were alive so how do you expect to get anything done so you can cross over? And how am I supposed to be helpful?”

You shrugged, attempting to play with one of the napkins on the table. It fluttered slightly before becoming immobile and you huffed. “I assume we’ll find out at some point…I hope.”

“I gotta call it a night!” Taehyung said loudly, standing and pulling some cash from the pocket of his jeans. “My girlfriend told me not to come home too late.”

“Oh, that’s a bummer,” you murmured, “he’s got a girlfriend.”

“Whipped!” Jungkook hollered drunkenly and Namjoon shushed him from across the table.

“Someday you’re gonna find someone you wanna be whipped for.” Taehyung smiled, lopsided, and you grinned. What a romantic. “I’m not even mad about it. See you later, guys.”

The others waved him off and Jimin yawned stretching his arms above his head, “we should probably go too. I’ve got a 9am and I need to hydrate before bed.”

“Party fowl!” Jungkook booed loudly.

“Suck a fat one.” Jimin said, standing and adjusting his jeans. “Joon, you ready?”

Namjoon nodded, standing and pulling his wallet from his jeans, grabbing some cash and dropping it on the table. “Yeah, let’s go. Come on, Guk, time to go home.”

“You guys are boring.” Jungkook complained, standing with a huff, “It’s only midnight.”

“Tell that to my 4am call time.” Namjoon smirked and you watched curiously as Jungkook pouted, making his way to the bar to pay his tab.

“He’s the party boy, isn’t he?” You mused, standing beside Namjoon who smiled down at you.

“How could you tell?” He teased.

“Just a hunch.” You chuckled, watching the drunken man baby make his way back through the tables.

“Hey, can you give me a ride?” He asked, stopping just in front of you, “Tae and I were supposed to share a cab back.”

“He might still be out there, let’s go check. If not then sure, I won’t leave you stranded.”

The four of you ventured out into the parking lot, spotting Taehyung’s mop of dark hair by the side of the road, hailing a taxi. “Don’t leave without me, bitch!” Jungkook shouted and Taehyung turned to look at him just as a taxi was slowing down beside him.

“Hurry up then, loser!”

Jungkook said his goodbyes quickly, jogging unsteadily over to his friend and climbing into the cab with him.

“So, what’s Jungkook studying, anyway? How to be an eboy 101?” You snickered, climbing into the car after Jimin had unlocked the doors, watching as he buckled himself into the driver’s seat, pushing the hair back out of his face. Man, he was sexy.

“Actually, both Taehyung and Jungkook are studying law.” He said.

Jimin gave him a strange look before realization washed over his features and he nodded, leaning his head back against the headrest and pulling from the parking space.

“Lawyers?” You gasped, “no way!”

“Yep,” he chuckled, “they’re actually pretty decent, responsible guys, but Jungkook in particular is pretty young and likes to let loose.”

“Just goes to show, you can never judge a book by its cover.” You nodded, staring out the window.

Jimin was the first to head to bed once the three of you had returned back to their apartment. Namjoon waved him off before turning to you, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. “So…did you need me to make a bed for you on the couch or something?”

He scratched the back of his neck and his awkwardness was suddenly endearing. “No,” you smiled, shaking your head, “I don’t sleep.”

“Right.” He nodded, watching as you surveyed the room. “So, you’ll still be here in the morning?”

“Can’t seem to stay away.” You teased lightly and he smiled, sliding one slippered foot across the floor.

“Did you need me to set anything up for you? To keep you entertained for the night?” He asked, turning slightly towards the television.

“No, but thank you. I’ll be fine. Have a goodnight, Namjoon.” You turned away from him, walking towards the windows and you listened for the sounds of his footsteps, softening as he walked further down the hall and into his room.

In all reality, it was going to be a rather boring night. There wasn’t anything for you to do, after all. The thought of asking more from him was too humiliating, though. You were already imposing, even though it wasn’t intentional.

You would just have to content yourself with the stars. At least they were familiar to you.

~~<3~~ ~~<3~~

Surprise! Haha, hope you enjoyed! No one really told me if they wanted it or not, so I just posted because I can. xx

PS. In case you missed it, I also posted Charming Ch 3!

#btsbookclub #namjoon scenario #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon angst #bts rm #bts rm x you #rm scenario #rm fluff #rm angst #bts namjoon

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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Rohan - A Day In Paris

Happy birthday to my lovely Giovanna @gio-is-writing . I love you with all my heart. Thank you for barging into my life and stealing my gangster's heart. This one's for you.

You huffed and dropped your heavy luggage in the hotel room you were staying at for your short vacation. You briefly glanced out your window, The Iron Lady greeting you from afar.

No time to spare, you had a busy day ahead of you, and your friend would not let you off the hook if you spent your short rare days in Paris lounging around doing nothing.

You took out your phone and called her, struggling to change from your heels to more comfortable shoes.

"Y/N, hello! How was your trip?" Your friend picked up, instantly greeting you with her unmistakable accent and you swore you could hear her sadism.

"Please let me rest, I beg of yo-"

"Nuh huh, sweetie. I have a big program for you and you will make the most out of your trip. You'll thank me later, trust me." She cut you off and you groaned, sleepy and jet-lagged.

Yes. You had to travel to the marvelous city of Paris for a conference meeting, but of course, you could only expect your best and only local friend to make you tour the entire city in a record-breaking time.

She had planned out for you a extended list of activities, museums, restaurants and places to visit during your voyage. Knowing her, you were impressed and almost suspicious that she didn't try to drag you out with her and forced you to meet 'your future husband' through many blind dates.

Losing yourself through confusing subway stations and vintage architectured streets, you eventually found yourself in your most desired destination.

Obviously, whoever thought of Paris thought about the iconic Pyramid of glass. That was the one place you always dreamt of seeing.

"So... That's the Louvre, huh?" You breathed out, almost in disbelief.

You couldn't possibly pass the occasion of visiting one of the most reknown art gallery in the world.

Looking around the vast plaza, you had expected much more people to crowd the area, but you were pleasantly surprised to only see a few strangers here and there. Good, that was much less anxiety inducing.

Not wanting to wait any longer and too eager to finally discover this magical place, you guided yourself in. The contrast between the loud sunny exterior and the dull and quiet ambiance inside forced you to relax.

Hours had passed by without you even feeling them. You were having much more fun that you'd have ever anticipated, even though visiting a museum all alone was a thought repulsive to most people. You loved every bit of it, walking through the finely decorated corridors, immersing yourself in the eery yet pleasant quietness of the place, learning through the masterpiece's description, imagining the sculptures come to life.

You smiled. You were happy from this simple yet incredible experience. It was crazy how a change of scenery and how art could so easily move you, transporting you into new worlds, new horizons, and make you travel through times and spaces.

"It's like magic, isn't it?"

You gasped and instantly jumped at the sudden deep voice right next to your ear. You looked behind you to glare and maybe insult who ever had just almost given you the biggest heart attack you'd ever have.

"O-Oh my god!" You yelped, already too loud for the place you were in, prompting a few heads to turn your direction. You shamefully toned down, "Y-you scared the shit out of me-..."

"...I apologize, miss," The male's daggered expression looking down at your small frame did not match his polite words and soft tone. "I didn't mean to startle you, but you looked so deep in thoughts and you were blocking the view."

He pointed at the painting behind you and you decided to ignore his left-handed comment, moving a bit to the side and away from the painting. When your breathing finally slowed down to a healthier pace, you took the time to observe his features a little more.

He stood tall in front of you, his frame slim yet sturdy. You were striked by his eyes of emerald and his androgynous facial traits that seemed to soothe you even without contact. His dark green hair was meticulously styled to the side with an intriguing headband adorning his forehead.

You decided to not stare down his body in fear that his expensive-looking clothes revealing his toned abs and lean waist were actually not an illusion from your peripheral vision but his actual look.

Dang it, you thought, he was too hot for you to stay mad at him.

You looked to the side, and mumbled "... Apologies accepted."

"Wow. Took you a long while of staring at me to accept my apologies. Like what you see, maybe?" He quirked an eyebrow, his tone now condescending, which completely contrasted with his earlier princely behavior.

You gasped and clicked your tongue at him, "You-... Are you famous or something? Why are you acting so bratty all of a sudden?" You knew it, your friend had warned you about this type of guy. The type to act all high and stuck up, roaming art galleries and belittling others. More often than not, handsome and wearing sketchbook-filled satchels. "French artists, I swear..."

You saw him lick his lip before scoffing, as if you had offended him. Unbeknownst to you, the man was actually quite amused by you and did not expect this comeback. He had already long forgotten about the painting behind you.

"Oh you're funny. How did you know?" He smirked obnoxiously, stepping up slowly and looming even taller over you. "You should consider yourself privileged to even be looked at by the Great Rohan Kishibe."

You squinted your eyes at his bold ego, but also at the sound of his name. "Rohan Kishibe...? That sounds like a Japanese name. So you're not a snobby French city boy? Disappointing."

He let out a 'tch' of annoyance. How dared you slander his persona? 'Snobby city boy'? 'Disappointing'?

...'French'?!

Rohan huffed and closed his eyes. Oh no, he couldn't let you get to him so easily and give you the satisfaction.

"That's correct, you dense child." He buried his hands in his pants pockets, dismissing the look you gave to his shamelessly visible underwear waistband.

"Oh shut up, you can't be barely older than me." You huffed and blushed, avoiding eye contact with this man getting so deliciously on your nerves.

You wouldn't admit it, but you were quite enjoying this excentric man's company. His manneurisms and the small smirks he showed at your defiance stirred a little something inside you that just made you want to keep him here a little longer and waste his time. He did look like the busy type, after all. Perfect for bothering and messing with.

Oh but you certainly did not expect him to be thinking just the same as you. In any other circumstances, Rohan would have probably lost patience long ago and snapped, not wanting to spend another minute with the likes of you. But for some obscure reason, he wanted to get to you just as much as you did him. Push all your buttons and drive you absolutely wild.

Maybe it was the little grimaces you made at him that he hated to find cute, maybe it was how your small hands mindlessly held the velvet railings protecting the artworks. Perhaps it was your overall form so gracefully holding yourself up, a delicate sight for such a fierce lady. Or maybe it was that little lipsticked wide smile that he wanted to wipe off your face and kiss absolutely senseless.

"Whatever you say... Uh... 'Your Name'."

You swore you felt a vein pop on your flushed forehead. "It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. Get it right next time."

You rolled your eyes at him and whipped your hair out of your face with exaggerated and unnecessary sass. You wanted to giggle but held it back as he stepped forward and uncomfortably close to you.

You thought he wanted to strike you for a moment and froze as he leaned down and poked his index finger to your chest accusatively.

"Listen here, L/N, "He spat your name through gritted teeth and your mind was hazy with the heady scent of his cologne. "Keep that little attitude of yours and I'll pin you to one of these fucking walls next to these paintings. That'll teach you a lesson."

Your face warmed up and your breath hitched shakily at his bold 'threats'.

"Ooh~ woah there, partner. At least take me to dinner first..." You chuckled and pushed gently on his toned chest, trying to conceal how insanely flustered he had made you feel.

"... Fine then. Tonight 8 P.M. Right here, at the entrance of the pyramid."

Rohan straightened up and stepped away from you. The sudden cool air hit your red face and you widened your eyes, only then registering the fact that he had just flirted back.

"Wait... What?!"

"Don't be late."

"Hold on-"

And just like that, the 'Great Rohan Kishibe', as he had comically introduced himself, disappeared from your sight, continuing on his visit as if he hadn't just shamelessly stolen your heart, leaving you both a blushing and a confused mess.

What a smooth bastard. He was actually taking you to dinner.

It would be a fun trip to Paris.

Bonus:

"Girl I can't come with you tonight, I'm sorry." You told your friend on the phone. "I just met a super cute asian boy at the Louvre!"

She gasped and wanted to whine at you. You were leaving her for a cute asian boy? But soon her tone changed to a more suspicious one.

"Wait... A cute asian boy...? At the Louvre...? Does he, perhaps, by all means, coincidentally, maybe, look like a thot, with green eyes and stupid hair?"

"Yeah? How did you know?" You replied without hesitation.

"Oh that's Rohan! Can't believe you found him haha!" She chuckled, barely caring about trashing the poor man left and right, "Tell him I said Hi. Also, have fun, and use protection cause his dumbass won't-"

"Shut up! SHUT UP!"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 4 #part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #rohan

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severelybabykryptonite · 4 years ago

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Spellbound (A Richonne Magical Moment)

A/N: For the Richonnefics October Word Table. Yes, I’m totally late but better late than never right? I hope you enjoy.

The cobbled street was busy with activity as excited shoppers moved from vendor to vendor, perusing the different and unique wares, crafts, arts, and designs. The newly organized trade market was off to a grand start and one particular shopper could not be prouder. She is the one who pushed her friends towards entrepreneurship, knowing that the items she usually received for free would be a huge draw for a lot of customers. She looks around with a knowing smile, imagining what the success could possibly lead to. Even the nearby bakery, diner, and bookstore were getting more business.

She steps to a vendor she doesn’t recognize with an array of beautiful handmade scarves. She is a sucker for silky, smooth material to wrap herself in. She touches a sheer, teal colored scarf, allowing the material to slide over her open hand. She gasps as a tingling sensation starts from the top of her head and races down her body, leaving her slightly shaken. She blinks several times and places a hand to her stomach to calm herself. She looks to her left and then to her right, wondering what could have caused such a sudden and never before experienced reaction.

A spirited laugh rings out and the sensation returns eliciting another gasp as she swings around, searching for the source of the laughter. Her eyes roam the square and she hones in as the laugh sounds again. This time, lighter but drawing her in all the same. She spots a dark haired gentleman seated at a table on the cemented walk right outside the eatery. He is accompanied by three others and they are all dressed in law enforcement uniforms.

She tilts her head out of curiosity and focuses on the man who drew her attention. She searches the people around her, ensuring that no one is watching then draws a deep breath and attempts to delve into his mind to find out who he is. Her concentration falters as she encounters a wall of forbidding black. She scoffs and shakes her head, readjusting her focus. Her second attempt is a failure as well and now her heart begins to race. She swallows deeply as her nerves start to fray. What the hell? She has always been able to read people, young, old, male, female so why couldn’t she divulge anything from this guy? He drew her attention for a reason and now there is some sort of block? She panics and wonders if her magic is starting to fade.

She quickly turns her attention to the guy seated next to him and offers an audible sigh of relief as he is an open book, full of color and laughter. For good measure, she delves into the mind of another gentleman at the table and quickly pushes his thoughts away. He was vividly recalling his passionate night before with a woman he’d met at a bar. She gives herself a shuddering shake to dispel the images she grasped.

She starts to relax, realizing that her gift is as prevalent as ever but can’t help the worry that eases in as her eyes travel back to the guy with the nice laugh. She suddenly remembers her surroundings and tries to return to the scarves she was admiring moments before. Curiosity gets the best of her so she concentrates on the guy once again. She lets out a groan of frustration as the forbidding black wall reappears. This is a first for her and she doesn’t understand what is happening. Who is he?

She grabs a couple of scarves and asks the vendor, “How much?” She pulls several bills from her wallet, utters, “Keep the change,” and starts to make her way towards the parking area. She looks back at the table to see the gentlemen preparing to leave. She is tempted to try one last time but before she can even blink or think, a pair of bright blue eyes lock in on her worried brown ones and the world around her disappears. The tingling sensation envelopes her body once again and tiny flutters dance in her abdomen. He smiles and she turns her head, confused by her reaction. This guy is dangerous. She increases her pace, seeking out her car as a welcome place of refuge.

She struggles with what to do as part of her wants to return to the square and ask this guy who he is while the other part of her is saying to get as far away as possible. The latter wins out as she starts her vehicle and steers it toward the shelter of her home.

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“Rick you coming?”

The voice of his partner draws him back to the task at hand as he returns his attention to their table and his deputy’s hat resting on it. He places the hat on his head and looks back at the spot the beautiful woman just vacated. His eyes instinctively search for her but he realizes she is gone and decides to forget about the hairs raising on his arms when his eyes connected with hers. It was a strange sensation, one he’d never quite experienced before but the feeling was gone and she was gone so he left his thoughts there at the eatery.

He laughs as Shane pats him on the back with a smile and the four of them move off to their squad cars.

Later that night, long after his shift ends, he is in bed tossing and turning and muttering in his sleep as the brown eyed beauty visits him in his dreams. She is a vision of pure perfection as she appears to float towards him, wearing a sheer flowing gown. He drops his eyes to her chest expecting to be pleasantly surprised by a pair of ample breasts. To his disappointment, he can’t make anything out even as his eyes drop lower. She smiles when he meets her gaze again, almost as if she knows exactly what he is thinking. Who are you? Desperation rises in him as he awaits her answer. Instead she approaches him and he has to look up to see her face. She circles him, her hand stretching forward but there is no connection. His eyes follow her, afraid to miss a moment. Tell me please. She reaches for his face and leans in to kiss him. His anticipation and desire rush to the forefront and he lifts himself higher in an effort to reach her. Just when her lips were about to touch his, a blaring beeping noise sounds, pulling him from his slumber.

He slaps a hand onto the dismiss button of the annoying alarm clock and sighs heavily as he looks up to the ceiling, questioning his dreams. He has to know who this woman is. He won’t rest until he has some answers.

Meanwhile, the woman in question is tossing and turning in her sleep. She sits up with a gasp and reaches for her bedside lamp. The light reveals the calmness and emptiness of her room and a frustrated groan escapes her as she recalls her dream. Those blue eyes and dark hair reappeared in her subconscious and now she can’t help but worry even more. She thought she could forget what happened today but that is not the case. She realizes who she has to talk to and makes plans to leave first thing in the morning.

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Her grandmother opens the door with a tsk. “What’s got you so spooked? Dark circles under your eyes…..not a good look Mimi.”

“Something’s happening,” Michonne relays. “I just don’t know what.”

“Well come on in and tell Gma all about it,” her grandmother offers.

Once they’re inside and seated, Michonne starts to relay the event from yesterday. “I was at the market and I got this funny feeling.” She realizes she has to downplay it as her grandmother loves to get dramatic. “There was….there was this guy and he looked at me and I got that feeling again so…..”

“Well dang you ever heard of attraction?”

Michonne rolls her eyes then takes a deep breath and rushes out, “I couldn’t read him.”

The eyebrows on her grandmother’s forehead lift with curiosity as she whispers, “What?”

“I said I couldn’t read him. I tried more than once but it was like there was some sort of block or something.” She looks directly into her grandmother’s eyes. “I thought I had lost it but I could read the other men he was seated with. So it’s just…..him.”

Her grandmother nods her head thoughtfully. “Are you dreaming about him?”

The panic in her granddaughter’s eyes answers that question.

“Does it mean something?” MIchonne asks anxiously.

“Well it could but this has never happened before.” Gma answers. “Not in my lifetime.”

“What hasn’t?”

“The bonding. Our history tells of a man and woman connected throughout time, living in different worlds but always connecting. They somehow find each other and….”

“Let me stop you there. This is not a harlequin romance,” Michonne interrupts.

Her grandmother gives her an exasperated look and says, “Do I look like I’m making this up?”

“No but….it just doesn’t make sense. I wasn’t able to read him and….”

“Maybe that’s why. He’s your soulmate and you won’t be able to manipulate him like you can others,” Gma relays.

“I don’t manipulate people. I’ve never used my gift to harm anyone,” Michonne states.

“I know but maybe this is the universe telling you this is what you need from the man you’ll fall for.”

Gma watches her granddaughter absorb that information then turn nervous eyes to her.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Beats me,” Gma says as she shrugs her shoulders. “Was he cute?”

“That has nothing to do with it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes and seeing how spooked you are, I’d wager he’s a fine specimen of a man.” Her grandmother gives her a knowing look. “Girl, you are in trouble.”

Michonne spends the remainder of the day with her grandmother, perusing through the giant books of lore about her family and others with special gifts. There was only a small paragraph about bonding and it was exactly what her grandmother had already told her. It was clear there hadn’t been many occurrences of this so called bonding so Michonne decided she wasn’t going to worry about it. At least, she was going to try not to. She knew there was hardly any chance of her seeing this gentleman again and she was obviously overreacting. Right?

She gives her grandmother a hug and a kiss and promises to visit again soon before she walks to her car and drives away.

The next week passes by in a blur but Michonne continues to dream of the dark haired guy. The dreams were like watching a new movie each night. It was him. Always him but the time era was different for each encounter. The one thing she can’t brush off is that each and every time, she saw herself with him. They were deeply in love and no matter the time or place, it was him and it was her….together.

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Rick sat at his desk, images of the brown eyed woman bombarding his every waking moment. He can’t stop thinking about her or dreaming about her. He has to know who she is and he has to know now. He realizes his only recourse is to return to the restaurant where he saw her before. He knows there is a slim chance he will see her again, but he has to try something. Otherwise, he might go crazy.

He was too preoccupied to invite Shane so he ventures to the restaurant alone. He seats himself at the same table, checks his watch to ensure that he was there at the precise time he saw her before, and settles in to wait patiently. He looks around and notices the same vendors as before and hopes fervently that she shows up. Surely there is an explanation as to why she has been appearing in his dreams each and every night since he saw her. He needs to know what’s going on.

He is startled as a slight wind ruffles his hair and a soft gasp seems to caress his ear. He looks up and sees the woman from his dreams standing several feet away from him. She seems to be rooted to the spot she was standing in, staring at him as if she couldn’t believe he was there.

He immediately realizes there was no way he could have heard her gasp from where she was standing but he can’t deny what he heard. He lifts himself from his chair, carrying his sheriff’s hat in his hand, and starts to walk towards her.

Michonne is telling herself to turn and walk away but finds she can’t. The man she thought she’d never see again is making his way directly to her and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She takes him all in as he runs a hand through his hair before placing the wide brimmed hat on his head. He stops in front of her and gives her a shy smile.

He searches her soft brown eyes before greeting her quietly, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

His eyes drop to her lips. “Would you like to get a cup of coffee?”

She can’t read him but she knows they almost kiss each and every night in her dreams. She hones in on her feelings of anticipation and desire, her heart racing like never before. On impulse, she steps to him and places her lips on his.

The shock of kissing a stranger or being kissed by one never registers for either of them. His hands go to her waist and he pulls her closer, deepening their connection. Suddenly, there is a burst of light behind their eyes and a merging of their deepest desires, their dreams, their wants, their needs. He opens up to her like a book waiting to be read and she drinks him in all the while pouring out what she knows and feels into him.

All too soon the kiss ends and they stand on the cobbled street, resting their foreheads together. He swallows nervously, trying his best not to be intimidated by everything that just happened. Her heart is near to bursting, she is so happy to know who he is. He is definitely her soulmate and Gma was right about the bonding. She can feel the questions bubbling up inside of him as he is unaware of any family history that involves magic.

She takes his hand in hers and tells him, “I will answer anything you ask but we can’t do it here.” She leads him to her car. “I can take you to my grandmother. She’ll know more about this than I can tell you.”

He searches her eyes again. “Tomorrow. Can we see your grandmother tomorrow? Right now, I just want to catch up with you. It’s been centuries.”

She smiles widely and leans in to kiss him once again.

#Richonne #Richonnefics #richonnemagic #fanfiction #sbk

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writtenfan · 5 years ago

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Cuddling with The King -Hunk of Burning Love <3~

DisneyHades x Reader Imagine

Anon: I need sleepy Hades cuddling plz~

* Sleepy Cuddling Mode Activated * (Hope you enjoy.~)

He gestures a playful “come to me” motion with a smug grin and head nod, as he glides across the room of the fancy hotel suite, the smoke at his feet tickling the air around him, reaching out for you.

You both had been vacationing in for the last couple of days. You got up from the bed and smiled “I need your warm mortal cuddles babe, pron-tooo” He looked exhausted, a few fangs poked out of his upper lip as he closed his mouth a let out a loud dramatic sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and you tried doing the same but you couldn’t even touch the ends of your fingertips even if you wanted to.

As soon as you touched him, the thick grey smoke dispersed from his lower half and revealed a set of well-sculpted legs beneath. Dang those where some SHARP claves.

“Daddies exhausted, being responsibility free, primed and pampered sure takes it out of me..” he groans as he hunches over so that you can place a hand on the side of his face, you graze a finger across his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The blue flames on his head dance lazily as his eyes close themselves with a closed mouth grin set on his face.

“God your hands, Ooo!~ Just lovely. You need to replace my masseuse because, heh, They did not. Know how to handle me, babe. Almost made me send them to the Styx myself. But your...” without opening his eyes he reached for your free hand and smooshed your fingertip on your index finger as he held it in his hand. “...widdle hands of sweet deathly love...Oh~” he holds your hand against his chest and lowers even more and you guide him to the bed as you both continue to scoot towards the pillows “They just, make me, snap crackle pop~” he chuckles softly as he rolls over and pressed his head into your chest and proceeded to motorboat your (cleavage/chest) for just a second before settling down with a content smile.

His sleepy eyes opening, revealing those black pupils of his.

“I hope you’re comfy because I’m not leaving this spot. You're stuck now sweet-cakes.”

He lets out a low animalistic purr and he begins to massage your side with one hand as he completely lays his weight against you. His body was so warm, not uncomfortably so but like a good medium setting heating pad. While his fingers and hands were oddly colder. The faint smell of pomegranate cologne wafted from underneath his loosely fitting black bathrobe and when he spoke you noticed a hint of oranges on his breath...and a shuddering indescribable smell of a feeling. That you could only guess smelled like the feeling of the cold shill that a soul must feel drenched in the waters of the Styx...but mostly oranges. You wore a bathrobe as well, your favorite color. A cute bow tie on the side which Hades had made for you with a boyish joy.

Hades now had parted your bathrobe a bit on the chest making you blush and he laid on the part that had revealed your bare skin and he let out a deep exhale and the fire on his head flickered a bit, sending small sparks on your bathrobe which you had to pat down quickly to prevent them from burning it. You of course had something to prevent his fire from causing damage to you but not the clothing you wore... so, there was a hole burned into it, and the smell was now being whisked away by the ventilation.

Upon relaxing you often found yourself running your hands across his shoulder, focusing on the feeling. The taut skin, the meatiness. The muscle...the rather sharp elbows, how bony they felt as you ran your fingers in soft circles around them. You then slipped your hand under his arm against his side. You noticed how his body slimmed down the lower your hand traveled, his waist not small, but shapely. You played with the side of his firm stomach and he let out a low verbal growl once more. His face reflecting pure bliss. He didn’t even have the energy to talk anymore, this meant he truly was worn out. All he had done was have lava baths and coal massages all day. He thankfully cooled off in the shower just before he hugged you. But he hadn’t done a single ounce of work. You agree that being so soothed sure made you tired as well. You trailed your hand up to his bony backbone and he shivered a bit, letting out a low slurred, “that’s nice...”.

You then found your own eyes start to close as he rhythmically rubbed his thumb in circles around your belly button.

He sure could snore. You woke up due to the vibrations of his snoring against your stomach. It tickled and traveled down your legs making you squirm a bit.

His fire was much dimmer than it usually was and took the form of a buzz cut look. Only momentarily flickering here and there, larger than that.

You looked at his face and studied his calm and sleeping features. The sharpness, the darkness around his eyes, almost hollow. His…quite luscious lips. Allowing a fang or two to poke out momentarily when he stirred and moved his mouth and of course, his dynamic chin which led him to lay the side his head on your chest instead of the front. His inhuman features where only starting to become normal to you...he was a god. And gods sure could have weird features and proportions.

He often spoke a bit in his sleep, slurred words mostly. But sometimes he could get louder, saying one word and then simmering down. This time the words “my...town” kept popping up and this made you smile in confusion.

He was always a hugger and a holder. Never was there a time where he did not have some part of his body touching you. And he often got very possessive of you in his sleep. He’d pull you in closer to him, waking you up loads of times, then continued to snore softly. He has often sleep groped your rear or continually squeezed softly any fat on your body he could take hold of. He even squeezed the muscle. He just would keep doing it until his motion lulled you back to sleep. Sometimes you found himself holding your hand against your back while sleeping, or firmly against your side. Restricting you a bit. As if he was making sure you wouldn’t try and get up. He’s apologized on numerous accounts, especially when you try and wake him up to let you go so that you can use the bathroom etc.

By the way, he is an extremely grumpy man when he’s woken up. He needs his 8+ hours or he’s going to be boiling from nonexistent underworld sunup to sundown.

He loves it when you both spoon each other. When you're facing each other in bed, your leg on top of him, holding him and pressing yourself against his chest. Oh, whenever he awakes to that...he can’t help but wake you by doing something…“uncalled for”

Just before bed though. He usually was very chatty. You both can talk about stupid things and just goof off together like two friends at a sleepover. You both will gossip, tease. Laugh at the stupidest things and can’t stop. And the more tired he grew the more stupid and silly the conversation turned and the deeper and whisper-like his voice would be until you both cant verbalize words anymore and just make noises at each other as you fell asleep.

“hmamhkdkz...”

“hjajiii?”

“Blurrf.”

“Zzzzzzzz......” x2

He loves cuddling your sensitive areas the most. Ass, neck whatever. That was his go-to spot. Along with the previously mentioned groping. He also just adores pinching your cheeks. Whenever he gets the chance, even if you find it annoying or not he just mocks you and calls you his (queen/king ) of the damned, my whole underworld, kitten/puppy, soul snatcher, the fire to his brimstone, a hunk of burning love...you get the gist.

You remember one time waking up before him and deciding that you wanted his attention right then and there. So, you crawled onto his chest and sat down, legs placed on either side of him. Feeling the lack of a heartbeat under you. As you looked at his sleeping mouth half-open face for a few minutes...smiling while sliding your hands under his nightshirt. He let out a low groan and turned his head from the pillow. Sleepily opening his eyes, looking up at you. Once you two locked eyes he clears his throat and slowly raised his hand to rub the corner of his eye. As his other eye continued to look you up and down with an eyebrow raised, the dark circled beneath his eyes making him look dog-tired. “Well hello there...” his voice was low and raspy and cracked a bit as he slid his hands up your thighs, his clawed fingers sliding against the back of them, as his thumbnails teases your skin as he presses them gently against you, then pulling back playfully.

“n-Ahem. N-Now this is a lovely wake up call. Tell Pain & Panic to cancel the alarm alert cause this- this is what I would like from now on...” his voice ended in a low drawl as he held the back of your rear and squeezed as he pulled you forward to his face, chuckling evilly as he did so, wiggling his eyebrows. Once his face was just in between your legs he gently closed them until they smooshed the sides of his face and he closed his eyes and relaxed in the skin between your legs with a smile.

Not what you thought he was going to do.

But unexpectedly adorable, nonetheless.

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