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[suckishima]

same girls, same

[tiredmamaissy]

Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Chapter One

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff. I love her and all her art so much that when I saw Ralak I was so compelled to write a fic for him. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Teytey, you knocked it out the park with this one (as you always do, my love).

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: shit ton of fluff, profanity, age gap, a lot of sexual tension, size difference, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 4.4k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I hope I did this gorgeous man justice and wrote his character well. It was an interesting challenge to introduce his character and build a plot with it. Chapter two and three will be out shortly! I’m beyond overjoyed that you guys are excited for this 😊 I hope I don’t disappoint lool

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

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The Sully family adopted you from birth, taking you in as their own. They were more than patient with your delayed milestones, moving at the slow pace you set since childhood. You completed your iknimaya a cycle later than your siblings, despite your eagerness to prove your self-worth as one of the Sully’s. Being a late bloomer and smaller than the average na’vi never put a damper on your optimistic attitude, though. It only added fuel to the fire.

The news to seek uturu with the Metkayina came as a shock not only to you but the rest of your siblings, and soon became the leading topic of discussions at family dinner. Jake explained that this is what was necessary, and that you would need to ‘pull your weight’ and ‘make a real effort’. You knew he didn’t mean it as harsh as it sounded, but the words stung nonetheless, plucking out a couple heart strings when they pierced through your chest.

You’ll never forget the day of your arrival here.

War horns blew loudly, signalling your arrival to the village of Awa’atlu. All the members of the clan swarmed the shore to see what the fuss was all about. Even the little ones that could only toddle wriggled their way out of their parents’ arms to get a glimpse. It was overwhelming – to say the least – to have all these eyes on you, scanning every foreign feature of your body, walking around you to inspect you further. You’d never felt more objectified in your life.

When Tonowari and Ronal made their grand entrance on their skimwings, your heart thud furiously in your chest. Sure, the large, winged fish took you by surprise, but the man to Tonowari’s right shook you to your core. His head tilted in wariness, hunting knife secured cautiously in his right hand and the leather wrapped reign gripped tightly in his left.

Wet, long hair plastered to his chest; he eyed you down momentarily before averting his gaze to the rest of your family that calmed their ikrans. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the winged creatures, large with armoured skin, much like the beast he’s bonded with.

You couldn’t help but stare aghast at his sinewy, chiselled features – sculpted by Eywa herself. It didn’t take long for you to understand why he was Tonowari’s right-hand man. His expression of indifference remained fixed on his face. Embodying that of an akula, his presence brought an intimidation like no other.

But what you couldn’t understand were the butterflies that plagued your stomach.

Your gaze lingered for a moment too long, the akula himself now returning the leer. It sent shivers down your spine, turning your butterflies into knots. You looked away, gaze falling onto your toes that burrowed their way into the sand. You felt his eyes bore into you, taking in each dark blue stripe on your tiny body, your slender extremities and thin tail.

You peeked at him through the corner of your eye, to see his gaze locked on your tail as it swished side to side. You saw his ears perk up, and the minor curl of his lips, a sight only a person staring as intently as you would see. You watched as his expression morphed into one of confusion, just before he dropped his head all together. 

You would later come to find out that he couldn’t quite understand his own butterflies in his stomach.

The giant stayed seated on his winged beast, as Tonowari and Ronal dismounted theirs and crossed the shore in only a few strides. Initially, they were wary of your arrival, thinking your family would bring war to their village. After your father reassured them, they were gracious enough to grant uturu for your family, and even dispatched their own children to teach you the ways of the people.

Naturally, you had a hard time adjusting to the new biome, water was never really your thing to begin with. You were slow in the water, slender body only holding you back more. The olo’eyktan’s son, Ao’nung, quickly grew agitated with you, handing you off to his sister, Tsireya, who was already overwhelmed with teaching your siblings. You felt like a burden, holding everyone back during lessons. There was absolutely nothing that you were getting the hang of, not even the ‘finger talk’ as you brother calls it.

For the first in your life, you felt completely defeated.

The sweet, determined girl disappeared, leaving nothing but her shell behind. You started missing lessons, making up reasons to stay back in your family marui pod. You often found yourself alone sitting on the shore in the height of the eclipse, dipping your feet into the warm water. Jake would always find his babygirl, demanding to know what was wrong. But you could never reveal the truth, not after what he said to you before your departure. Especially not now, not after failing so terribly for two entire months.

At this point, your siblings had passed their iknimaya, and you were the only one left.

----

Tsireya presses two fingertips right above your navel, resting her other hand on your chest, fixing your posture. “Breathe from down here. You must slow down your heartbeat, y/n.”

You’ve heard this a million times by now. You know this, but it didn’t matter. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get it. Frustrated, you exhale harshly, gritting your teeth so you won’t speak the words flooding your mind.

“Look. I know you’re frustrated, but you are getting so much better. If we just keep –”

“No! I’m fucking tired of this. I’ll never get it. Alright?!” you shout, shuffling to your feet to.

You scan the circle of surprised na’vi, all of which are staring up at you in disbelief. You could see Tsireya’s face screw with hurt, which only makes your heart ache more. An apology brews in your chest, when all five pairs of eyes flicker to something behind you. Turning on your heels, you see what everyone is looking at.

Jake, Tonowari, and his right-hand man all standing in front of you, presumably listening to your every word. You stand there for a bit, eyes bouncing between Tonowari and Jake before landing on the giant. He stands tall, staring off into the distance with that same deadpan look on his face. His hair is tucked behind his ears, revealing the stud in his lobe, the freckles on his jaw – the deeper blue markings on his neck.

This is the first time you’re getting a good look at him, seeing the first time you two met things were... eventful.

His freckles are conspicuous, even in broad daylight, beautifully patterned and abundant throughout his body. Perhaps it’s his lighter-cyan coloured skin and swirls for stripes, but his freckles twinkled just right from the reflection of the water. They even seemed to trace his stripe pattern on his forehead and brow bones. A single tahni under each eye... his ocean, impassive eyes.

A sleeve of tattoos covers his right arm, a sleeve on his right knee to his ankle, and a tattoo of stripes below his navel that went underneath his – oh. Your brows lift slightly, tensed facial muscles relaxing.

That’s an interesting place for a tattoo.

This tattoo continued between his prominent v-lines, under the band of his loincloth. You begin counting the stripes.

One, two, three, four, five... six.

It takes the sound of Jake clearing his throat for you to reluctantly peel your eyes away from this poor man’s crotch.

“Right, babygirl. Ralak here is going to be your teacher from now on.” Jake motions his hand over to the Metkayina, who’s now visibly, and unsuccessfully, trying to appear friendlier.

You couldn’t help but scoff, frustration now bubbling over in your chest once more. “So what? I’m so shit at this that I need a ‘special’ teacher?” you glance over at Ralak and roll your eyes.

“Language!” Jake whispers harshly, giving you that look. The look he gives you when you’re embarrassing him. 

“No. I’m tired of this. I want to go home.” you shrug, storming past him just for him to wrap his hand around your upper arm and drag you back.

“That’s enough.” Jake growls, bending over to meet you at eye level. “Tonowari has been kind enough to arrange for Ralak to help you. He was once a fisherman.”

“The best. At about your age.” Tonowari stands proudly as he utters the words, “And now he’s one of the best warriors. I hand selected him myself.”

Your eyes flicker over to Ralak, whose ears lay flat against his skull, brows slightly pinched, jaw clenched. It’s hard to tell what he was feeling, his mask of indifference fixed tightly on his face. Was he grimacing? Or maybe he was trying not to.

Regardless, it looked as if the words upset him. Maybe there was something more beneath this cold exterior. Something that maybe you can pry out of him. Something that intrigued you. The corners of your lips curl upwards, an expression that any outsider would perceive as happiness, but Jake knew you had something else in mind.

Something more mischievous.

“I apologize, sir. I am... just frustrated.” your eyes shift from one giant to the next as you bow before the olo’eyktan. “It would be an honour to have Ralak be my...” you glance over at him, “...karyu [teacher].”

Jake remains silent, pursing his lips as he watches the scene unfold.

“Ah. I understand.” Tonowari smirks, shrugging his shoulder. “It is decided, Ralak will teach you.” he looks at Ralak, giving the order, “Today.”

Jake raises his brows at you, as if he were telling you to behave and not cause any trouble. You tilt your head and subtly stick out just the tip of your tongue. Tonowari walks away, a large hand brushing against Jake’s back to signal him to follow. Jake turns around and joins the larger na’vi, two olo’eyktans now making their way back to the tall mangroves.

“Hey, karyu.” you sing, eyes fluttering as you stare up at the towering man.

He looks down at you for a moment, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. His ears twitch as he swiftly turns around, walking away from you. “Come.”

So that’s what his voice sounds like.

It’s gruff, yet smoky. Deep and husky, thick with... nothing but his Metkayina accent. It was flat and monotone, revealing nothing of his true character. You follow closely behind him, already excited about how you plan to get him to reveal more about himself. He seems to be a man of few words, reserved and... composed. You couldn’t deny that there is a part of you that wants to poke at him, to see how far you can take things with him.

Before you know it, you’re standing in a secluded clearing on the shore, nestled far away where the fishermen tend to hunt. You look around, scanning your surroundings with curious eyes. You see a secluded marui pod, seemingly larger than all the others you’ve seen thus far. It's tightly woven with orange and red sturdy material, secured tightly to the thick mangrove roots around it.

“That yours?” you stick him with your first poke of the day, eager eyes trying to look inside the marui.

His gaze remains fixed on the fishnet that he’s gathering in his hands. “Yes.”

“Pretty big for...” you mumble, shifting your gaze towards him to be met with the sight of him unbuckling his cumberbund. “...just one person.” your voice dwindles in volume, fading out into a breathy whisper.

If your eyes could protrude from your head anymore, they would. You always had a hard time masking how you feel as your facial expressions were quick to give it away. His cumberbund falls into the wet sand, embellished razor sharp akula teeth piercing its surface. Your eyes trail up his body, settling on his bare chest.

“Today, fishing net. Tomorrow, ilu.” he mutters, putting his hair into a loose bun as he ventures further into the water.

“O-kay.” the word comes out broken and awkward.

Venturing out into the water, he settles in the spot he used to go frequently as a fisherman. Waist deep into the water, he looks behind him, chin meeting his chest to land his gaze on you, chest-deep in the water. He realizes that he's gone too far out for you, and walks towards you.

Your beaded top plasters to your chest, revealing your peaked nipples as your breasts bounce with the tide. His eyes quickly avert to the shore, eyelids fluttering a little faster than they should.

“Come.” he walks past you, prompting you to follow him once more. You bounce your way back to the shore until the water is crashing into your stomach. “Watch.” he says, fixing his stance to show you a demonstration.

You watch intently, focus being on the wrong thing, honestly. Your eyes had a hard time looking away from his chiselled body – from each dip and ridge of his muscles on full display. How could you focus? Especially now that he’s barely thigh deep into the water, loincloth clung to his bulge. You swallowed thickly at the sight, was that huge thing really his –

“Erm. Got it?” the sound of him clearing his throat snaps you out of your deep thought.

“Mhm!” you nod quickly, doe eyed and genial smiled.

He nods once, handing you the netting. You take it slowly, buying yourself sometime to figure out how to throw this thing. Standing with your left foot in front of your right, you bend your elbows out, holding the yoke of the net close to your chest.

He grunts in disapproval, settling behind you to fix your stance. He gently kicks your feet apart, putting your dominant foot in front. Large hands grip your tiny waist, shifting your stance slightly to the left. They slip up your sides, and run along the length of your upper arms, stopping at your elbows to tuck them in. He’s so focused on correcting your poor posture that he doesn’t even realize how he’s pressing himself against you.

“Like this.” he huffs, hand enveloping yours to shift it further from the yoke of the cast net. “Hold here.” his other hand grabs the lead line and plunks it into yours.

Heart pounding at a dangerous speed, you take a few deep breaths. Perhaps it was the nerves of casting your first net, or maybe it was just how this gentle giant is pressed against you. Either way, you can’t ignore the butterflies that flutter in your stomach again.

“Now throw.” he says barely over a whisper, backing away from you.

You twist your upper body, core tensing when you throw the net as hard as you can, only for it to clump together rather than spread out. Your shoulders drop and lips press tight, a wave of disappointment washing over you.

“Again.” he orders, pulling the net towards him.

--

Ralak had you throw the net half a dozen more times before giving you your first break. You prodded and poked at him, trying your best pry personal information out of him – to no avail. He remained unaffected by your persistent jabs, revealing nothing other than how he pined for the days of being a fisherman.

“Karyu. I-I’ll never get it.” you huff in frustration, gathering the fishnet from the surface of the water for a tenth time.

“Again.” he says patiently, unbothered by your frustration.

“Karyu. Please. It is not working. Can’t we try something else?” you beg, arms and back sore from throwing the fishnet so many times.

He looks at you for a moment, taking in the slouch of your back – the strain on your face. He felt bad for you, but he could also see that you were so close to learning the skill.

“No. Again.” he orders monotonously, taking note of your gaze drifting off to the mangroves nearby. “Focus. Eyes on me.”

“How am I supposed to focus when you look so, so –” you cut yourself short with a sigh.

“So, what?” he tilts his head and raises a brow.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, landing them right on that damn tattoo again.

Why was it so low? Didn’t that hurt? Why there of all places?

“Look. I see you –”

The words make your eyes snap up to his, heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“...staring.”

You didn’t realise you were lingering until he pointed it out. How could you not? Surely, he chose that spot for a reason. Perhaps his mate wanted it there, so she could trace the lines with her tongue, all the way down to his –

Am I... jealous right now? I don’t even know this man.

“Who did that tattoo?” you question harshly, green flame of envy igniting in your chest.

“This one?” he chuckles softly, tugging at the hem of his loincloth.

You drop your head, gaze locked on your hands fiddling with the net, hoping to hide the blood that’s rushing to your cheeks. “Yeah. That one.”

“Again. And I tell you.” he pulls the hem back up before crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze snaps back up to him, eyes wide with excitement. This is the first time he’d be revealing anything personal about himself. A smile splits your lips as you fix the net in your hands once more, burrowing your feet into the sand. Your eyes narrow on the target – a school of fish off in the near distance.

Twisting your torso, you cast the fishnet, watching it splay out perfectly and trap majority of the fish. You stare in awe, surprised that it even splayed out much less caught some fish. Once it registers, you jump up in glee, quickly turning to your teacher to see his pleased expression and slight nod.

“I did.” he utters, a smirk barely pulling at his lips.

Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you’re perplexed by his two words. “Huh?” you huff, brows pinching together in confusion.

“I did the tattoo.” he says, holding eye contact with you.

“Oh.” your lips pucker at the words, furrowed brows now raising in understanding. Being so surprised by yourself – finally getting something right – you forgot about your little deal.

He breaks eye contact to look over at your perfectly casted fishnet. “If you ride an ilu, maybe I show you the rest of it.” he says through his thick accent, making his way towards the fishnet. “Since you are so... interested.”

“I-I’m not – it, it is just in a – an interesting spot.” you stutter, eyes locked onto your twiddling thumbs.

“Ah.” he gathers the fishnet in his large hands, bundling it together to call it a day. “If you say so... vultsyìp [stick; tree branch]”

“What did you just call me?” your leer snaps up, eyelids squinting at his tensed back muscles that flex and relax as he gathers the net.

A smile pulls at his lips, although you can barely see it from the angle in which he’s facing. It’s contagious, causing your own lips to curl, and soon enough you’re giggling into your hand.

----

Ralak became the light in the darkness, pulling you out of your shell and filling you with the purpose that you once lost. Things came quick to you, thanks to him. He was a great teacher, always patient with you, never showing his agitation – or any other emotion for that matter.

You learned how to hold your breath properly in only a week, due to his persistence and confidence in you. He’d always be quick to praise you after you accomplished something, whether that be with a quick clap, a gentle tap on the back, or – in bigger accomplishments – a hug.

The bond between the two of you strengthened. Overnight. You put a crack in his walls, and bits of his true self began to shine through them. And that was your biggest accomplishment yet. To see a person with the strength of five men turn into a little water puppy in front of you, and you only.

There would be moments where his façade of indifference would drop completely. The moments where he would chuckle a little too loudly, a little too long. Where that shy smile grew wide enough to flash his lengthy canines, and a primal part of you that you tried to supress, desired to know what they felt like sunk into your neck. Clamping down on you while you writhe underneath him, being tamed by his touch.

The moments where you’d tease one another about your differences. His stature in comparison to yours. Pressing your hands together, only for yours to be lost in his palm. And when you pulled away, your fingers intertwined ever so slightly, prickling the skin all over your body. He loved to tease you. Honestly a little too much, poking at your chest with a figurative finger about how you favoured that of a vultsyìp. It’s what got you riled up the most and soon it became your nickname.

Until the day you successfully rode your first ilu.

It was an exhilarating experience, nothing like what you had experienced prior. You glided through the water effortlessly, flowing with the movements of the blubbery creature. When you broke the waters’ surface, Ralak stood proudly in the shallow end, arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face. It was a rare occurrence – that smile.

And when you laid your eyes on such a sight, the butterflies flew back into your stomach, fluttering and flapping harder than they ever have. They soon became plenty in number, filling your stomach to the brim until you can no longer suppress the way you feel. The flutter in your stomach radiated throughout your body, sending your legs fluttering too. You swam quickly to him, surprising yourself with your speed.

--

“You did it. Like I said.” he smiles smugly.

“Hope you didn’t forget about our deal.” you grin, wringing out the water from your hair.

“You would not let me.” he scoffs, shaking his head as he uncrosses his arms. “Ready?” he asks, cocking a brow while his fingers glide down his stomach, finding purchase under the under the band of his loincloth.

“From the moment I saw it, karyu.” you say, voice feigned with confidence.

He could see through your disguise, though. It only makes him chuckle, to see such a little thing act so big – so dauntless. He tugs his loincloth down, taut strings now sinking into his upper thighs, revealing not only the entirety of his tattoo but also the base of his length.

“H-how did you manage to do that all on your own? Didn’t it hurt?” you ask sheepishly, voice laced with concern.

“Bottle of fermented fruit and a rag to bite. No pain.” he answers, Metkayina accent thick.

You examine it a little closer, leaning in to have a better look. It’s raised, very slightly – invisible to anyone not staring as intently as you are. Most definitely because it’s hand poked, by himself of all people. An innocent thought floods your mind, so loud that you couldn’t stop the movement of your own hand.

How does it feel?

“Can I –” you glance up at him briefly, hand hovering over the tattoo, “Can I touch it?”

His brows and ears shudder for just a few seconds. He quickly regains his composure, swallowing silently before giving you a single nod. Fingertips experimentally graze over the tattoo, taking in its bumpy texture. Your digits trace each line of his tattoo, down to his pelvis. A sudden jerk of his hips causes you to yank your hand back.

“S-sorry, Ralak.” you mumble, feeling a little ashamed that you may have made him uncomfortable.

But in all honesty, your innocent, little touches were arousing him and he didn’t want you to know. 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” he states, fixing his loincloth.

You straighten your spine, a foot stepping back to create space that you think he wants, only for him to pull you in for a hug.

“You did well today, vultsyìp.” he mumbles, hands resting on your head and back. “Tsurak [skimwing] next and you will be Metkayina.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” you giggle, warm embrace and snarky commentary ebbing away whatever feelings of doubt tensing your chest.

It’s the way his huge arms engulf you that make you feel so protected and accepted. It’s something you always looked forward to after a big achievement. You lean into him, laying your head on his chest. The smell of sea salt mixed with leather hide wafts up your nose. You take a deep breath, holding it in your lungs until you feel light in the head. Releasing your breath with a loud huff, you smile widely.

It’s so enticing, so addictive.

“You always do that.” he chuckles breathily, swiping back a few strands of hair stuck to your temple.

“’ts not my fault you sea people smell so good.” you mumble into his chest, taking in another deep breath.

“Ah.” he exhales, hand cupping the back of your head. “My hì’i vultsyìp [little stick]” he almost grimaces at his words, it just wasn’t fitting anymore. Not for situations like these. Not when his chest feels so tight.

You lift your head and stare up at him with eyes of innocence. He looks down at you, ocean blue eyes searching yours. You’d never even noticed the little yellow ring around his pupils until now, how they shimmer when the light catches them just right. There’s an unspoken tension, thick in the air – so thick it makes you swallow the spit pooling in your cheeks. Your smile fades, lips parting as your breaths turn hot.

Eyes growing heavy, they almost close in anticipation that he might – just might – kiss you.

“Tanhì.” he mutters, eyes minutely shifting between each freckle on your forehead. He’s counts them, admiring how they embellish your supple, dark blue skin.

Your smile returns like it never left, except it’s wider – brighter. The last ray of sun shines through the sliver of a gap between your silhouettes, averting your attention to the oncoming eclipse.

“Thank you, karyu.” you whisper, reluctantly pulling away from his arms to make the trek back home.

“Tomorrow...” he watches your small figure shrink as you walk away. “...my tanhì.”

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yeong-hu x f!reader

⚠️CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3⚠️

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a/n: you all knew this was coming😭 yeong-hu is my man fr lool. anyways, what did you all think of season 3?? i enjoyed it but the ending felt so rushed for some reason!! ive got some more fics on the way hehe so if you want anything specific or a specific character let me know <33

Masterlist

“is that the last of them?” you asked jin-ho as a couple more people trickled into the church.

“it seems” he told you before briefly looking around and noticing a women in her early twenties, wearing a mustard yellow jacket while carrying a bag on her back.

“follow us in silence” jin-ho told her and she did as he said.

she wasn’t someone you’d seen around before but with how many people were living at the stadium you knew, you wouldn’t know everyone.

suddenly, her eyes widened as sergeant tak approached you. she hurriedly pushed past jin-ho and looked between you and the seargent.

“it’s you two! you’re a scary looking man and you’re a pretty lady wearing military uniform” she exclaimed excitedly “is your name master sergeant tak? and is yours y/n l/n?”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion. sergeant tak looked towards jin-ho, just as confused.

“you both know park chan-young and kim yeong-hu, don’t you?” she suddenly asked and your heart dropped to your stomach.

why was she mentioning them?

“i need to tell you something important” she then said and she took you and sergeant tak aside and briefed both of you on the details.

when she said yeong-hu was still alive, you were overwhelmed with emotions. you had thought he was gone and you had just accepted it, thinking it would be easier to move on.

as sergeant tak went to go and distract sang-wook, you waited in a room for yeong-hu. your palms were sweaty and you paced back and forth in anticipation to see yeong-hu again.

after several minutes, the door to the room swung open and you saw yeong-hu stood there. he looked rough, he had blood and cuts covering him and you were in complete disbelief when you saw him.

“yeong-hu..” you breathed out, tears now forming in your eyes as a rush of emotions filled you.

“y/n” he said and you rushed to wrap your arms around him.

you couldn’t believe he was in front of you.

as soon as you held onto him, yeong-hu enveloped you and returned the hug. holding you close to him and his grip tight around you.

the hug lasted for a long while, neither one of you wanting to let go.

“it’s all my fault” yeong-hu said lowly into the hug and you slowly pulled away.

however, you took his hands into yours.

“it’s all my fault y/n. yeong-seok, seo-jin, u-seok, jong-hyun and seok-chan. sergeant choi, as well as the other they members of the search party have all died” yeong-hu continued, his breath shaking as he choked back emotions “i have failed everyone”

you looked up at yeong-hu and frowned as your heart broke at the expression on his face. he couldn’t look directly at you and you swallowed hard.

you let go of one of his hands and brought it up to cup the one side of his face. turning his head to look at you.

“you’re not a failure. your men, they followed you because you’re such a good leader and they respect you so much to the point they’d do anything for you. their deaths are not on you. you’re an amazing strong person and you did what you thought was right. you stand by your men everyday regardless and that’s something to be proud of and you should never blame yourself for what has happened” you firmly told him.

yeong-hu was always hard on himself and whenever someone got hurt or died, he held the weight of it on his shoulders. even when he shouldn’t have.

a tear slipped from his eye and you wrapped your arms around him another time, this time consoling him.

yeong-hu then pulled away and you sent him a small smile.

“i can’t believe you’re actually here” you smiled and leaned forward to press your lips onto his.

he returned the kiss and after you pulled away, he rested his forehead onto yours and rested his hands on your waist.

“i love you” yeong-hu exhaled out.

“i love you too” you told him.

both of you stayed as your were, enjoying each others presence.

suddenly, the door opened and in came sergeant tak. he hadn’t expected you to be there and apologised in an instance.

“sorry, i didn’t realise you were here” he looked at you and you shook your head.

“it’s okay sergeant” you smiled “i’ll let the two of you talk”

you began to make your way towards the door but yeong-hu kept his hold on you, his body slightly tensing up.

“stay, please?” he said and you looked between sergeant tak and yeong-hu.

“thats fine with me” sergeant tak let out a genuine smile and you nodded your head.

“of course” you moved to be close to yeong-hu again, he loosened his hold on you, relaxing slightly.

you couldn’t help the grin that escaped from you as he continued to hold onto you even when talking to sergeant tak.

he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

[megumifuckmeguro]

A-Z [almost] SEX WITH CHOSO KAMO

As most of my sexy supporters know [171] as well as my poor infographics, long-form writing is not for me but I tried guys!!!!! 🎀

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

 Cuddling, cuddles, being cuddled. No cleaning, he doesn’t wanna. I no no wanna :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Yours: Everything about you, if your in a relationship with him he expects that you will accept him for who he is, despite his interesting background, as he does the same for you. He cannot even fathom favouritism for any part of your body but he does unconsciously touch your hands a lot, during sex, cuddling, tracing them with his own. He’s very expressive with his hands in the show too (breaking Mahito’s game piece when he’s angry, crushing Mechumaru…when he’s angry)

His: He’s proud of his big arms and built back, it makes him feel masculine and worthy enough to protect you..and his tongue…so he can taste you everywhere

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

 Patient zero for hyperspermia (producing too much cum to a medical level)

Piercing cum

His cum is so projectile, it moves his dick side to side as it spurts out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

If you just allowed him, he would be more than willing to do dirtier things to you. The curse part of him gives zero fucks and would eat you out during your period or drink your squirt, just to make you feel good. Since he hasn’t been in his human form for too long, the preconceived associations of body fluids being disgusting just isn’t conditioned into him, especially when it comes to you. He rlly dgaf

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

 0 pussy in 150+ years…yet a quick learner

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

 Missionary, to see your face and learn your reactions. Mating press when it gets very passionate.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.):

N/A

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He doesn’t pay attention to it but if you point it out he’s more than willing to groom himself for your approval.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect):

 Very romantic, he only wants sex for romance, just another means to show his passionate love to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He lowkey feels guilty for jacking off as he’s wasting cum that he could’ve spent making you feel good and one day impregnating you, you’ll probably have to reassure him that it’s okay for him release himself because you won’t always be there to take care of it.

He rubs off to pictures of you, not even a nude, just like..you and him smiling next to the Eiffel tower or something.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

 Bed, coach somewhere safe, and away from people and curses. you could convince him to do it in the woods but he should feel like it’s safe enough.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

 He doesn’t need motivation. He’s needy 24/7 but just doesn’t wanna overwhelm you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs):

 Just doesn’t want to harm you, physically or emotionally. If you ask him to be rougher with his words or to choke you or something…he’ll try…but it will come off half-hearted or hesitant “you’re such a…slut..” he frowns “y/n” he says softly “why do you wanna be called this again?” LOOL

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Definitely prefers giving, because he just wants to please you, and honestly blowjobs can be too stimulating for him, he would rather cherish your pussy by eating it slow, eyes droopy, dark eyebrows slightly upturned, kitten licks on your clit like it would produce milk. Much more enjoyable to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

 Can be both, it depends on the mood if your egging him on with dirty words he might clench his teeth and push you into a mating press fucking you deep and fast like an animal.

He could also be loving and breathless and whiny, fucking you slow and deep, holding your head down with both hands staring into your eyes intensely. He’s breathing harshly through his nose, trying not to succumb to overwhelming passion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

 He doesn’t really like them, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need them, he definitely yearns for you in public or when your busy, he would fuck hard and fast in the moment but gets post-nut clarity, he wishes he savoured you longer. He pushes his dick slower and slower, trying to prolong the moment even after cumming giving you pleading but knowing eyes, that the moment was just a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.):

 No way, your safety is his top priority, as an older brother he has confidence in his ability to protect and make the right choices for their safety, that will also include yours. So he wouldn’t risk hurting you or having sex in a comprising environment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?):

However long you let him, he can stay hard as many times as he likes since he can control the blood flow in his body.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He’s okay with them as long as his dick or his hands or mouth is inside you too. He doesn’t wanna miss out, otherwise he’ll probably get jealous of the dildo lol.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

 N/A

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

 At first, he tries not to make too much noise, as he is a man who’s only ever known to fight, vulnerability like slipping the control of his voice, subconsciously he tries to make sure it doesn’t. He’s not very good at it though, just reassure him once and he’ll be truthfully loud and whiny from then on just because you accept him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He really really enjoys it when after sex, you place your head on his lap and innocently seek comfort in the warmth of his flaccid cock and balls while you’re both watching tv or cuddling or something.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Red tip dick due to increase blood flow, very stiff and very girthy. Many many stiff textured veins. Big heavy balls.

Z=Zzz(How fast do they fall asleep after?):

Regularly he doesn’t fall asleep very easily , he’s a light sleeper, but his cock being warm in his pants after cumming for you helps him fall asleep better and faster.

[radicchia]

I've watched four or five episodes of Nobody Wants This because it got so much good press and loads of women on Insta that I know posted about loving it, but first of all it isn't really very funny? And I usually really don't mind Adam Brody, but his character is so boring and his facial expression is like a sad puppy which I also don't like. Kristen Bell's character also isn't particularly interesting (she's a sex podcaster haha lool 🙄) and I also hate that from the moment they meet they just look at each other with these big cow eyes and that's it. There's no tension, there's a very meagre explanation for why we're supposed to think Joanne is super cool and funny, and idk... what do people like about that? Again, I like Adam Brody and I liked Kristen Bell in The Good Place, but this show does nothing with them. Another thing is that I don't like the dynamic of having a supposedly self-centered woman who seeks salvation with an apparently too selfless religious man...

Obviously kinda the biggest problem with the show is the way it depicts Jewish women like they're annoying, no fun etc. Hadley Freeman has written about that here. Particularly remarkable is this bit about the creators of the show:

[lemmetreatya]

HELLO if you are free at the time can you write and eren x reader insta post prt 2? With both of his moms again that was really good if that isn’t to much may I ask if it’s like him spending money on her too ? LOVE YOURE WORKS BTW

Eren’s Insta Spam (Pt.3)

eren x black!fem reader

part 1

part 2

AHH! Yes thank you so much for the request! A part 3 was definitely overdue so thank you for reminding me lool! Hope you enjoy beloved 🫶🏾 Also: BIG UP! TUN UP! to @erenxh for helping me out with a few of the translations for Carla,, you truly an OG 🫰🏾💙 + @quiveringdeer as the honorary tag for these aus

Okay so as we know, Eren has a lot of ‘fans’ who are genuinely really nice to him — but only him — and so whenever he takes you out, he tries to be low-key.

Buuuut it doesn’t mean YOU have to be lowkey and so whenever youre out and about you take pics of him and he occasionally posts these

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ej__jaeger dump! taken by the one who captures me thru the lens of love xx @ynprivnotpriv

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ynprivnotpriv the caption??? you’re so cheessyyyy 😭😭 luv you thoo 💖💖

grishaj__ 👍🫰

ej__jaeger @ynprivnotpriv only this cheesy for you my love

ej__jaeger @grishaj ❤️❤️

But besides that, Eren loves to take you out and spoil you with stuff. It’s kinda controversial though because look okay, Eren’s not a bum per se, but he also HATES working or doing anything labour wise so it’s really Grisha’s money he’s spending on you 😭😭😭 Like he gets a lil money from sponsors and that but its barely liveable earnings

And although you don’t mind, at times it’s like “Okay, Eren. We need to get you a job.” Because he’s at the checkout but on a phone call with his Dad talking bout “Just send it to me now, I’ll explain when I get home.” And you really dont wanna be spending Mr. Jaeger Sr.’s hard earned surgery money like that shdjdjd but Eren wouldn’t take the initiative to do any of that shit himself so you get Carla and Dina involved

“What about a Barista? You’ve got that cute hipster look to you, they’ll love you there.” You said.

All four of you sat in the living room around your laptop, scrolling on various job searching sites to find Eren an occupation. He however seemed to be the least enthusiastic.

“Noooo. Too many of my fan— People, I know go there. It’ll be too bait.”

“That’s okay!” Carla exclaims. “It means you can give them discounts and talk to your friends while you’re on your shift.”

You stifled a giggle, knowing those weren’t the type of people Eren was talking about but alas, we move.

Annoyingly bouncing a tennis ball onto the ceiling and then catching it, Eren sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and paced around the room.

“Man, I need something that pays good money but small hours and allows me all the flexi shifts I want.”

“öyle iş istiyorsan git de sihirli fasulye ye!” Carla tuts.

The brunette whizzed round in shock.

“You urging me to become a drug dealer?!”

“What?!” You look towards Carla with a gasp.

Shaking her head and hands, the woman tried to clear the allegations her son stuck on her.

“No! I told him to go eat magic beans if he wants a job so easy!” Carla explained but then followed up her words with a taunt in Eren’s direction — a warning not to make her look bad.

“Well, what about Zeke’s place? I’m pretty sure he could get you a nice position over there.”

All of you looked towards Dina who had a rather elated expression on her face. This also seemed to pique Eren’s interest seeing as he stopped pacing and gave Dina an intrigued look.

“Wouldn’t that make me a Nepo baby?” He asked.

With a straight face you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Boy, that’s really your concern?” You deadpanned. This seriously couldn’t be the most testing factor of working with Zeke of all people but apparently Dina and Eren were on the same page.

“I don’t think it will.” Dina made a thinking face before bringing up her phone to do a quick search. “I only think it affects you if it’s passed down from a parent and not across from a sibling.”

With a groan, Carla threw her head onto your shoulders, feigning fatigue.

“Oh my goodness, my annecim only wants to be rich. Not a hard working bone in his body — Oh! I’ve failed.”

With a soft laugh, you patted the woman’s head.

“Sorry, Carla. I know you tried your best.”

At the end of the day though, Eren makes sure he always spoils you with nice things and doesnt mind spending maintenance money on you! He’ll always have coin for you regardless and loves when he sees you all dolled up under his appendage

he’s THAT Guy: he’ll wait for you when you get your manicures done and talks smooth with all the workers so he can get discounts and shii dhjddk 😭😭

“Girl, can I just say, your boyfriend is such goals? Like how he so smood with it?”

The nail technician briefly removed her face mask to whisper that to you, eyeing the way he was making easy conversation with the other woman.

With a small laugh, you tapped on side of your Airpod to pause your music so that you could also turn round to observe his antics.

“Yeah, no he treat me real well.”

Turning round back to her, you gave her a knowing look.

“You want me to hook you up with one of his friends?”

“What, they just as good as him?!” She whispered.

“Oh, nobody as good as him but they good.” Giving her a knowing look, you pursed your lips over at the woman.

With a nod and an impressed look back, the techniciane moved back to continue her work on your nails, her mood more excited.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see what you got to offer.”

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ej__jaeger she keeps saying her feet are cold but she never wants to wear socks 🤨⁉️ LIKE??? if your lil white manny toes are cold, SOCK EM! 🗣🗣

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sashabear7891 FOR FREE EREN???? FOR FREE???! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

uchihabapegod put dem dawgs away son 🌭

ej__jaeger @sashabear7891 you always know where to get the prem shit thoooo

ej__jaeger @uchihabapegod okay zeke so now that youve said that explain to me why exactly youre perceiving my girls toes??? 🤨📸

ej__jaeger @jeankirjr_ I am giving you three working minutes to unlike this post.

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ej__jaeger ROD 🚀

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mikamikamii THATS A BIG ROCK??

uchihabapegod Marriage?? In this economy???

carlaakarjaeg_34 Eren Text Me Right Now. Please Eren

yummir @ynprivnotpriv lmaooooooo i know you aint sleeping rn bitch come explaaiinn???

conniethe_conman only reason i know you lot are playing us is bc i know eren DOES NAWT have the funds for that and because y/n wouldn’t say yes to an unemployed MAN 😆😆

ej__jaeger @conniethe_conman the way you’re the only one to not fall for it but DAMN???

[ikimaru]

I... SUNNYYYYYYYYY YOU MADE KLANCE WEDDINGGGG OH MY GODSSSS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! JUST... KEITH'S HAIR AND THE FLOWERS IN IT, AND THE FACT THAT HE'S STILL WEARING THOSE GODDAM GLOVES, THEIR FACES IN THE FIRST PANEL, THE KISS, I JUST... ASDFGHJKL IT'S TOO MUCH NOOOOOOO- LANCE'S FACE IN THE FIRST PANEL MADE MY EYES LEAK SALTWATER AND KEITH'S FREAKING SMILE, THAT, THAT /GRIN/ OH MAH LORD SUNNY YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME I SWEAR- I just... cannot express my love for this. It's the greatest.

thanks a lot! 💜💜 lool omg well I'm glad you enjoyed it that much!!

[astroismypassion]

Hey there, you are doing an amazing job with this blog. it makes astro so interesting and motivates me to learn more about it!!

also, i wanted to know what is your take on aries rising culture?

Hello!

THANK YOU! That's a compliment I'm more than happy to receive. <3

Ahh it's tough for this guys out here:

-because people kind of feel defensive whenever you express yourself, your identity, personality, character traits (people might actually take it really personally and think you are sometimes even attacking them)

-it's similar to Mars in the 10th house (which you might think it's positive because it's in Saturn house and it can hold agressive Mars energy back, but think twice), whenever you are in the general public, online, social media, people feel too triggered by you or like you can't be tamed

-you have very UNIQUE style of clothing, it's truly yours

-you love wearing hats and shades

-you just breath and get new enemies

-there is something seductive to your walk, moves and gestures

-people might overly sexualize it too at other times

-you could look really cool and chic smoking (loool I don't promote smoking though), but it's the truth

-you might be interested in sports, you like watching sporting events or even just dance

-you could be the first in the family to do something, such as attending college or moving abroad

-you have a knack for business, could start your own or a side hustle

-you stare directly into people's eyes, very 'set' stare

-lool yess, you do stare a lot

-and you dislike when people don't look you in the eyes when they talk to you

-you are really good at analysing body language

-you rebel with your whole being, identity, body, clothing style, you pretty much ignore the trends

@astroismypassion

[shibaraki]

Relationship headcanons

Character: Miya Atsumu A/N: Working on Bokuto headcanons too! Might end up posting it later, really depends on my brain letting me focus on one thing for longer than 10 minutes lool. All gender neutral, no real mention of body type etc

Atsumu loves intensely, once he’s got his heart set on you he doesn’t see anyone else. He's the type to think that love is enough to make a relationship work, which can sometimes cause some small bumps for you both. But ultimately it's because he loves you so much that he's willing to learn and be a good man for you. He never wants you to second guess your decision in choosing him.

This man is a big baby at heart, the complete opposite of how he’s perceived by the media. If you didn't know him and only read about him through articles, you might think he was conceited, or a playboy, or confrontational. But he cannot keep up the façade around you. When he's with you he feels so malleable, soft, relieved, like you could take his face into your soft hands and mould him. He gets so flustered around you, especially when you're openly affectionate, the warmth in his chest growing and spreading up his neck to his ears.

Handsy, and shameless about it. Hands on your waist, hands on your bum, hand tucked into your back pocket, hands under your shirt, hand wrapped around your ankle with his thumb stroking your leg, behind you with his hands wrapped around your middle, hand on your lower back, hand on the back of your neck squeezing lightly. Like I said, handsy.

Often tells you that you can dress however you like because he ‘can fight’, then flexes his arms. Makes it a habit to show you off, when introducing you he gives your name and adds ‘they’re ma partner, if ya can believe it!’ after. He is always flirting with you. Likes to come up behind you and ask for your phone number or ask if you're single, and when you play along replying that you have a boyfriend, he'll wrap you up and say "whata' lucky bastard"

Atsumu is big on skin ship. Loves to put his head under your shirt and lay on your chest. If he’s pouting you'd walk over to him and pull your sweater over his head with nothing underneath, works every time. If you're standing at the counter in the kitchen, if you're beside the bed folding clothes, if you're in the bathroom brushing your teeth, he will always come up behind you and put his hands into your shirt.

He 'cuddles' you often but you're never sure if you can really count it as such, since with Atsumu he will usually just flop down on top of you and move your hands to his hair. Frequently catches your eye and pats his lap, silently asking you to sit on it - at charity events, work parties, get togethers, reunions, movie nights with friends, even when you visit his family - and when you do he doesn't care what anyone has to say about it.

Always looks to you to see your reaction to anything he does. Makes a joke? Looks to see if you laughed. Scored a point? Looks to see if you’re proud. Puts together a lunch for you? Waits to see your expression before he eats his own. Buys you a gift? Hands it to you and glows when your eyes light up.

He lives to call you sweetheart, followed by babe or baby. He's not too overboard with the nicknames because all that energy goes into physical affection, he absolutely wants them for himself though. Call him Tsumtsum, tsumu, tsumie, bubba, baby, babe, boo, bubba, handsome, pretty boy, love, he wants them all and doesn't want to hear his government name from your lips ever again, thank you.

Atsumu isn’t the best listener, not intentionally. It’s just that he often can’t help losing his concentration when he looks at you for too long, instead focusing on appreciating how your eyes say exactly what you’re thinking, how your mouth moves and your tongue peaks out to wet your bottom lip, how your nose scrunches, how your brow furrows - ah. You caught him staring.

Atsumu is terrible at remembering important dates. He once forget it was Osamu’s birthday… which is literally the exact same day as his own birthday. You’re aware of this and it doesn’t upset you as much as it did during your first few months as you know it’s just who he is. He does try to remember - he marks dates into his phone calendar with an alarm and asks you to remind him. This usually means you’re not often greeted with surprises on anniversaries or birthdays but he makes that up with you the rest of the year by spoiling you daily. He doesn’t put much stock into commercial holidays.

This mans brain sometimes gives you whiplash, honestly. It’s amazing how quickly he can switch moods, or at-least how well he can seem unaffected a moment later. He’ll text you about how much he wants you, how much he’s thinking about what you did last night, then minutes later the next text will be a complaint about Sakusa snapping at him during a practice match. When you asked him about it he laughed and nuzzled into the spot beneath your left ear, unabashedly admitting he was ‘always horny when he thought about you’.

Adding to that - he really is gone for you at all hours of the day, every day of the week. This guy has a love chub for you 24/7. There’ve been nights that he has laid awake with you curled up beside him and all he can think about is your future with him, smiling at the idea of coming home to you for the rest of his life and boom, erection.

Atsumu has a habit of pushing your buttons but he always tries his best to respect your boundaries. It’s true that he is blunt and careless with what he says sometimes but he has never wanted to or enjoyed hurting you. All he wants is to piss you off a little, it thrills him a bit to see you glare at him. He loves when his teasing makes you pout, or your voice becomes whiny. He especially loves when you try to ignore him but can’t because you’re too susceptible to his touches.

Bickering? Yes. Most of it is on purpose, as some strange form of role play. But actually arguing, fighting? Not as often as people might think. Atsumu is arrogant at times sure, but he’s also very considerate and observant both in game and in his personal life so he doesn’t let it get that far. He tries his best to always please you, and you have always been understanding and flexible around his career, so typically there is nothing much to fight about in the first place. You do sometimes get bothered by fans that are too personable with him but, so does he. You might miss him and be irritable if he has to cancel a date because of practice but, so is he. Atsumu is absolutely the boyfriend that hates anyone you hate and hates anything you hate, he soaks up your moods like a sponge.

If you do end up arguing, it has usually stemmed from something he felt insecure about but tried to cover up. Quick to admit if he messed up a play or if a set was too low that time, but hates to tell you he doesn't feel good enough for you, or that he got anxious when some guy approached you, or when he saw you laughing with his brother. Osamu can be quite a sore spot for him, throughout childhood he had gotten used to being the twin that no one liked. Ugly thoughts that maybe you should've met Osamu first can't help but bounce around his head on bad days, and does have some lingering anxieties of abandonment because Osamu left volleyball. You learnt very quickly that for Atsumu anger is usually a result of feeling hurt and so your arguments do not typically last very long. He might snap at you, or shut a door forcefully, or ignore you, but when you grip his shoulders forcing him to listen to you and you ask him "Atsumu, what is this really about?" he'll crack.

Atsumu is a little bit bad at buying gifts ~ and he hasn’t clued in on that fact yet. It has never mattered all that much to you because you love everything he brings you. It’s sort of like when your pet cat brings you a leaf from outside and looks proud about it. He will buy you flowers frequently and they will die within two days no matter how hard you try to keep them alive. He once bought you tickets to something only he was interested in and tried to disguise it as ‘an opportunity for you to spend time together’, to which you had replied ‘you’re lucky I love you so much’. It was fun in the end.

Atsumu is not an amazing cook but he’s not horrible either. You love cooking with him not because the food turns out brilliant but because it is hilarious. While you might reach the finish line - the finish line being an edible plate of food - the kitchen always ends up a mess. Regardless of the presentation he will send a picture of the meal to ‘Samu to brag, ignoring any snide comments he might get back, and often demands more recipes for next time.

Even if you aren’t a pro, he loves when you watch games with him. When you attend his games, and his friends games too. He loves when you ask him questions about certain plays, why he made that move, why he set it that high. This late into the relationship you know the basics of volley ball but you still ask him to explain the rules every so often, so when he pokes you saying ‘a already told ya that’ you can say ‘but a like when you explain em’ to me’ and enjoy the pink on his ears.

Atsumu does love his brother a lot. Course he won’t say that, but Samu is a part of his soul. He calls him every day and Osamu always complains, but you know that the one evening Atsumu didn’t call him he turned up at his apartment asking if he was alive. He will bother his brother until he dies! So it’s really important to him that you get his approval. First time you met him, ‘Samu tried to trick you by making some mean comments about ‘Tsumu while he had left to go to the bathroom. After you had snapped at him and told him to ‘keep his ugly thought ta himself’, he came clean and gave you the thumbs up. ‘Tsumu returned to the table to see you and his brother laughing together heartily over a bottle of sake.

As far as Atsumu is concerned, volleyball will always be there waiting for him, regardless of whether or not he goes to practice or neglects training or sprains an ankle or is put on the bench - he can always rest, or attend physio, or communicate better with his team. But you are something that could always slip through his fingers if he gets too comfortable. So he will always holds you tightly with both hands, and tries his best to show you he loves you even if he can’t always give you his time.

[glowingbadger]

Oo what about voice messages?

For claude and kurama, separately or course lol

*sounds of soft panting, along with the noises of a toy being teased in and out*

"f-fuck, it's not fair, this used to be my favourite toy, now it doesn't feel as good as it used to since I've been with you"

*the slick sounds speed up, soft panting is cut with a groan and a small laugh/chuckle they start talking with a playful tone*

"you've ruined me for other dicks, I need you desperately now, I can't get myself off and it's kinda all your fault ya know?"

*the audio message ends with them whimpering as the noises continue, calling out to him by name*

Sorry if that's bad writing I wanted to give a twist to the thirst texts :)

((Went for just Kurama cause I don't get to write him as much and this would get pretty long with two characters from different fandoms lool))

[Kurama listens intently, then replays the message, closing his eyes to really soak in the mental image you've created for him. He wears a very serious expression, feeling himself burn with the desire to fuck you breathless and prove how much better he is for you than any toy. Sometimes he likes to think he's "above" such petulant impulses, but you awaken it in him- the need to claim you, to show you that you belong to him]

[He calms himself with a deep breath, then video calls you. His expression is stoic and completely unreadable, but there's an undeniably forceful edge in his voice]

"I hope you haven't already finished playing with yourself for me, my love. You should have known that I wouldn't let you rest after waking my appetite like that. Come now, let me see you fuck yourself on that useless little toy."

"Your body is so lovely... And it's mine alone, isn't it, love? Tell me that you belong to me.... very good, dearest. Do your best to cum for me now. I know it's not nearly as satisfying as being taken by your mate. Rest assured, I'll have you soon enough..."

[dreamilymagicalhideout]

Nanami Kento

You

Words: 1463

Summary: how he fell in love with you.

Masterlist

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The lightning strikes made you jumped a little in your seat. The rain that fall for an hour does not seem to have a sign to stop anytime soon. You were sitting near the window, the dark sky was filled with lightning strikes, the rain pouring heavily, each drops hit the ground forcefuly, echoing all around you. The temperature drops, you can feel the chill prickling at you skin, the soft hair on your arms were starting to rise, as you begin to shiver.

You are in an empty building where the accident happend a few hours ago. Being a 'window' to Jujustsu Sorcerer, you can see cursed spirits, but you don't have cursed energy within you. You just report if there were anything amiss or if there was a cursed spirits that disturb people. Today is one of them, you see that there were cursed spirits, it was a grade two, and it roamed near the school. By the time you saw it, some students were hurt by the cursed spirits, they can't see the cursed spirits, but the damage that they have on them is real and enough to scare them.

Ijichi arrived with Nanami, you've met with Nanami before, in fact you've met with many of the Jujutsu Sorcerers, including Gojo, who always late in whatever appointment that you both have. You sell pastry for living so sometimes he come to your shop because he loves sweets.

Nanami is a first grade sorcerer, on a few occasion that you both have met. He is the opposites of Gojo, he is always punctual, strict, and mature. While Gojo is always late, carefree, and childish. He's here to handle the cursed spirits, and he did a good job on it, the cursed spirits have been exorcised, the curtain had been lifted, now that you are ready to go home, but the rain stopped you. You and Nanami were waiting for the rain to subside so you could go home.

You move your hands up and down on your arms, the wind is getting stronger, even there were some splash of water that come from the broken window. Nanami seems to notice that you are cold, he opened his suit and out them around you. "You don't have to"

"It's a manner" you know you could not argue with him, so you just let him "thank you" you said as he did not say anything. The rain gradually became a light drizzle, and Nanami just got a call that Ijichi is near, but the car could not get in because the gate couldn't be opened. So you both have to go outside. Nanami opened his umbrella and said "let's go"

The umbrella is actually for one people, so you have to be really close to him in order for both of you to not get wet. Both of you walked slowly because there are many puddles and it's slippy. Both of you walked in silence, there are soft sound of the rain hitting the umbrella and the sound of your walking. Despite the small umbrella, you realize that there aren't many splash that reach your shoulder. Usually when two people shared an umbrella, both of the people will have a wet shoulder, but you notice that your shoulder was not as wet as you think it will be. It was just like you are using this umbrella all by yourself. You look at Nanami and found that the umbrella was not stand straight, it was lopsided, leaning a lot more to your side than his, the umbrella literally is leaned on you because he did not want you to get wet, and you are short in compared to him, so he just has to lean it more than necessary to you. From the corner of your eye, you can see that half of his body is wet because of the rain.

You reached the umbrella and try to push it to his side "your shoulder is wet, you should lean it more to your side" but the umbrella did not move, his hand hold it too strong, you couldn't move it. "It's fine"

"I already have your suit"

"It's a manner" you couldn't argue with him, he literally is a gentleman and you smile at the thought of it. There aren't many men that does a little thing like this, and yet he still does it. You stopped, and when he noticed you stop walking he also stop and look at you. You roamed your purse and pull out a handkerchief, you opened it and stand on your tip toe to reach his height, then you wrap your hands around him, your hands are trying to reach his shoulder, you lay the handkerchief on his shoulder and try make it cover his broad shoulder. However, no matter how many times you tried, it's still too small.

"Here" you smile at him "I know it doesn't do much, but I hope it helps" You were unsure, but you just feel bad if you just do nothing in return. Little did you know that in that exact moment Nanami's heart beats furiously, he looks at you without blinking and suddenly realize that you are indeed very pretty. The maroon umbrella reflects on your face, make your face a little red, and he thinks it suits you. Your smile was so sincere as your eyes look warmly at him.

He didn't know how to describe this, but your little gesture really moved him, it makes him feel something, he still didn't know what is it, but he knows it was not a bad feeling. Despite beating really fast, there were also something warm on his chest, it was just a warm comfortable feeling that spreads and continues to spread when he looks at you.

You aware that he did not start walking, so you just stand and did not move. You did not notice anything weird from him, you certainly did not notice that his face turned red, you thought it was just because of the umbrella. When Nanami could feel that his face feels hot and he knew it must be red, his hand was damp, and it wasn't because of the rain.

You can see Ijichi's car from where you're standing now, so you look at Nanami once more to ask why is he not moving. When you look up, he still wears the shocked expression on his face, you think he was mad because of your unecessary actions earlier, so you apologize "ah, I'm sorry. It was futile, isn't it?"

Nanami was still looling at your face, then he suddenly realize the situation, he cough and turned his head to where the handkerchief is. He take a deep breath before saying "let's go" and both of you walked into the car.

When you both arrived, he opened the door for you and literally pushed the umbrella into you, making himself completely wet. Once inside, Ijichi noticed that Nanami is soaked, but decided not to say anything. The car moves as Nanami pull out a handkerchief from his dry pocket and gave it to you. "Your hands are wet" he noticed that your hands are wet when you put your handkerchief on his shoulder. You wanted to refuse, but you were sure he would say it's a manner so you received it.

"Thank you" you wipe your hands, then give it back to him "I think you need it more than me"

"Just keep it" he said then looking at the window beside him. 'Is this a manner?' You thought, but you aren't going to ask him to return your handkerchief either so you just hold the hankerchief. By the time you arrived at your house you say thank you to Ijichi, then Nanami was already outside opening a door for you.

"Thank you so much for today Nanami-san, I'm sorry that your shirt is soaked because of me, I'll wash the suit and the handkerchief first before I return it to you" Nanami wants you to keep the suit and the handkerchief, but if he said that now, he will not have a reason to meet you later, so he just reply with a simple "yes, don't worry about it"

"Please come to eat some pastry when you have time, don't worry, it's on me" you said as his face brightened, "I will come" you have been asking him to come by before, but this is the fist time he said he will come, and you may imagine it, but you feel like his lips curved into a little smile when he said that.

He got inside the car and Ijichi did not see it, but Nanami was smiling for the whole ride.

*fin*

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[Yvonne @ Raph and Donnie]

"So, because Leo's really annoying, I think we should start a KickStarter to have him put down," Yvonne casually suggests, unprompted, from her perch on Raph's shoulder, "The benefits of this is he would annoy us way way less."

She looks between them, soon humming,

"Big Red, I have the feeling you're not on board with this?"

She gives a laugh, carefully moving to fold a set over arms on top of his head, before resting her chin on top,

"Fiiine, we won't have him put down, but I do suggest we annoy the Hell out of him instead, yanno, considering he does it to us?"

| Muse interaction

"So, because Leo's really annoying, I think we should start a KickStarter to have him put down,"

Yvonne was the one to break the silence between the three of them as she had been busy sitting on Raph's shoulder at the moment. The moment her voice rang out the snapper was quick to shift his attention over to her looking away from the Jupiter Jim movie they were in the middle of watching. She had Donnie's attention as well but he was keeping his focus on the screen instead. The very second the words. Leo. Annoying. And the phase put down came out of her mouth. Didn't even matter if they weren't said together it was all Donnie needed to hear himself.

"The benefits of this is he would annoy us way way less."

There was a faint tug at the corner of Don's mouth as a smile showed over his own beak. Arm lifted up suddenly as he began to tap away at his wrist. Meanwhile, Raph was fixing Yvonne with a look

Not that the eldest didn't disagree that Leo was in fact annoying. Everyone in the family would agree that yes Leo was annoying if anything Raph, Don and even Mikey would argue over who got to say it first. That didn't mean he was all in favor of Yvonnes comment, he would say joke but part of him didn't know how much of that was a joke.

"Big Red, I have the feeling you're not on board with this?"

"You're feeling is right on the mark Yvoone, I know he's annoying and there's time I wanna shove his head in a trash can but come on he is the new leader of the Mad Dogs...oh and ya know our brother as well.. And he's not..all that bad at most times. Mostly when he isn't opening his mouth." Raph said trying to defend his younger brother right now.

"Fiiine, we won't have him put down, but I do suggest we annoy the Hell out of him instead, yanno, considering he does it to us?"

Raph just rolled his eyes at least she dropped it from getting Leo killed off. "You should know how to handle brothers just ignore them when they act up and they shut up eventually. Leo just likes the attetion so if you don't give it to him he stops and everything's fine again or he leaves to try and getting attetion somewhere else...which can be a bigger issue?" He quirks his beak a little "don't matter he's harmless promise."

Donnie slightly clicked his tounge at thar as he paused what he was doing fixing Raph with a look that of you didn't know better lool lole his usual expression. To Raph though it was saying 'who are you trying to fool here?'

"SCOFF," he starts with dragging it out dramtics on display now "Oh please Raph don't act like you didn't tear up the lair not long ago because of Leo? Or near punched him into next week before." Donnie was more than happy to point out to his eldest brother. Expanding the screen from his worst and he scoots over a bit to share it with Raph and Yvonne eagerly smiling over what he just did. Raph didn't seem to apperaicte it tho so he soft shell rolled his eyes. Moving to stand up on the couch a bit leaning against Raphs other side so he coild.instead show it to Yvonne who clearly would appeeaicte his work effort now.

"Luckily Bootyyyshaker9000, that's me by the way, has a decent following across my many media accounts so I've already got a few hits to the kickstarter. I could outright say put down. Some dumb conditions on the platform on what is allowed." He shrugs his shoulders as he gose back to showing her. "And look we already have donations! Oh that already plenty of copper coins to at least ship Leo in a box all the way out to the worst place ever. I mean somewhere so awful Leo will hate it. His blood woth boil, he'll wanna rip out his eyes!" Getting a bit excited as he spoke "that's right. Jersey!."

No ture New Yorker would dear step foot there after all.

"Well take his Ōdahci's and trick him into thinking it's for some race you know how that idiot just lives for competition. Then we'll blond fold him that way he doswnt know the way back he'll have to figure it out. If we egg him on enough about not being able to do it blindfolded he'll have to just prove us wrong." This might not be as on the spot as it sounds right now.

"You want us to dump Leo in the middle of Jersey? With no way back and no way of knowing how he got there? Donnie are you-" Raph started trying to be the voice of reasons here only for Donatello ro reach a metal arm down to clamp on the Raphs beak to keep it shut.

"Nit now dear older brother Yvonne and I are talking shop here don't be rude."

[hcneymilkks]

Month

A fake dating au but make it marriage. Two best friends scroll on social media and notice a trend where newlyweds send invites to famous celebrities to see what will happen? An appearance? A gift? Who knows. For the two best friends, as a joke, set up a fake wedding and request the most expensive gifts with the option of money. Sending invites to celebrities ranging from Kim Kardashian to even the Queen, they are surprised and shocked to realize that not only were gifts being delivered nearing the “big day” but a request to be part of the celebration causes the two friends to create a fake marriage in the smallest amount of time they have. 

University AU! Aged-up Haikyuu Characters!

Fashion Designer/Psychologist Oikawa

Humanities Y/N

Rain splattered on the window, causing little droplets here and there to roll down with no hesitation. The quiet hums of lo-fi music made its way around the little bedroom, with vigorous typing accompanying it. 

Backspace.

Enter. 

Click and delete. 

Brain throbbing, a sigh escaping from the lips.

It was no use, the longer the computer was stared at, the more your brain felt like mush.

“Damn him and using me to do his research analysis.”

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n!”

You stood up, turning around and crossing your arms with a glare. There he stood, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

Tooru Oikawa.

“How’s the report going? I hope to see it done by tomorrow?”

“Fuck you,” you strided over and pushed his arms, causing him to slightly lose balance. “Just tell me how you managed not getting kicked out yet. I swear you casted a spell on your professors or something. It's like you don’t do anything.”

He feigned hurt. “I do!” He whined. “Just not class related.” He pushed past you and flung yourself onto the bed, burying his face into your freshly washed sheets. “I’m designing a new clothing line inspired by the different volleyball team colours.”

“Is this your way at relieving the pain from not making it to nationals?” you snickered, remembering how pissed off he was after Ushijima told him he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.

“I-you little shit. This is why I never tell you things.”

“Shut up shittykawa you literally are making me do your research proposal. I know nothing about psychology!”

“I’m helping you learn a new subject! It’s time to look into your own brain and see what’s wrong with you!”

…

Three.

Two.

One.

“OIKAWA YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you flung yourself on top of him, garnering an oomph! sound. You smacked his back repeatedly. 

He let it have your way, already coming up with a counterattack. 

With stinging hands and shallow breaths after saying nothing but curses, you stopped and climbed off of him. Immediately, he’s on top of you. Pinning your wrists and getting dangerously closer to your neck. You couldn’t lie, he was attractive, but knowing him and his two-faced personality, you’d rather stay friends. 

But did you really want to?

A part of him knew you wanted him, but was that a risk you were willing to take?

Deep breaths. 

A low chuckle. “You love me y/n. I know you do, and I also know you’d do anything for me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss oh so close to your lips, getting up and dusting off his black shirt.

“I’m leaving! Remember, the paper has to be done by tomorrow!”

The door closed and for a moment you looked at your ceiling.

Eyes wide. 

Taking a pillow, you screamed into it.

“SHITTYKAWA!”

“Here you hoe, now for once in your life do your own work.”

You stomped into one of the many University studios, aiming the folder at Oikawa’s head much to his dismay.

“Thank you love you!”

You glared at him and waved a hand. “You definitely owe me like five bowls of ramen after what you put me through. I can’t believe you made me read so much on children’s brains and development.”

“I mean they said to choose something I liked, so children and volleyball worked together. Plus, if I actually had to conduct the research, my nephew’s volleyball club would have been perfect.” He finally turned around after pinning the teal fabric to the mannequin, striding towards you and ruffling your hair.

You mumbled incoherent curses as Oikawa picked up his sketchbook, writing down a quick note before closing it.

“Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The fragrant air of spices and creamy broth filled the little shop, making you drool. Grateful that Oikawa was rich, you took the opportunity to order almost everything on the menu.

“Y/n isn’t that-” you growled at him and he smirked.

“Feisty, you know I love that.” he winked and you gagged.

While waiting for the food, both of you were scrolling on Instagram. Having most of the same friends, it was no surprise that your timelines almost looked identical. Rolling his eyes, Oikawa saw a group photo of most of the volleyball players Hinata was pictured with, wanting nothing more than to squish the little one. 

But then something caught your eyes. 

You looked up at Oikawa who seemingly had the same expression, eyes wide, yet confused.

The dead groupchat came back to life with a link sent by Matsukawa, something about a bet.

matthewkawa 

Look at this lol

Sent a link

[Youtube storytime: The Time I Invited Drake to My Wedding (Spoiler Alert: He Came!)]

hannamaki

Wait why would someone invite a celebrity? Aren’t they hard to ask?

nishinoyya

Wait that’s cool! Asahi-san can we invite Jason Derulo to our wedding?

acai

Wait...what? What wedding?

y/n

Waittt i’ve seen that video

Apparently as a joke the person sent lots of invites to different celebrities. Most of them gave gifts or money but I guess Drake went

iwachew

LOOL IMAGINE Y/N AND CRAPPYKAWA DOING THAT

yoyoinata

I can see that woah!

milkyama

Psh! Flattykawa and y/n. I can’t see it. y/n deserves better lol

fabkawa

OI TAKE THAT BACK STUPID

y/n

Oi don’t talk back to my child like that shittykawa

fabkawa

Shut up y/n and eat your ramen

You glared at him before saying thank you to the waiter. Both minds now occupied with the creamy ramen and soft boiled egg. 

Flipping a page, you smiled. There it was, the fake couple who both fell for each other, breaking so many rules. But who couldn’t resist?

Oikawa scrolled on the computer, typing and clicking. He swiveled around in his seat and went over to you, peering over your shoulder.

You smacked his arm. “Personal space excuse me!” He put his arm up in defence, smirking.

“Remember the post Matsukawa sent?

“Yeah. So what?”

“I made the wedding on May 14th and invited some celebrities. Who did you want to send an invite to?”

You dropped the book. “Say what?”

Oikawa dragged you from his bed and sat you down on his uncomfy chair. Indeed, the computer screen showed a cheesy website where people rsvp to weddings. Already half of the groupchat accepted and you know this had to be a joke.

“Oikawa are you dumb? Who are you marrying? Wait no, who would want to marry you?” you looked at him and he pouted.

“Iwa-chan said no, Mad Dog scares me, Ushijima is definitely a no, so you’re left.”

“Who said I would do it?”

“I invited Stray Kids.”

Are you kidding me?

“This isn’t real, we’re not gonna really get married right? I mean if we were technically speaking, the wedding is less than a month away and we don’t have money, a reception place or any other sappy wedding shit.” You looked at the list and sure enough, Stray Kids was there.

“No y/n nothing is going to happen trust me. Plus, who doesn’t like free gifts? I tried to ask for expensive gifts and money because someone’s wardrobe and apartment looks ugly as hell.”

“You better not be talking about me bitch. I’m gonna set that sketchbook on fire.”

Oikawa chuckled. “Add some more people on the list, I wanna see how far this can get.”

“I never said I agreed to it,” you mumbled but nonetheless added in a few of your favourite celebrities, including the queen. 

After all, if this worked, free money. What’s the harm in that?”

A lot went wrong after that.

It was three am a week after the planning and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Grumbling, you answered the call without looking at the number…..which was a stupid mistake.

“Y/N! HOW DO I CANCEL THE WEDDING?!”

“Relax Papi you said nothing would happen? Free money right?” you yawned not even realizing what you said.

Oikawa sputtered on the other line, shaking his head and ignoring how you called him Papi for some reason. “Yeah but uh...we have a little problem.” 

“Hm…”

“Jason Derulo accepted the invite ...and he can’t wait to see the ceremony.”

From that moment, you were fully awake. “WHAT?!!”

“What do you mean you can’t cancel the wedding?” you rubbed at your temples, losing more brain cells by the minute.

"Okay so apparently my last name is common around celebrities, seeing as my father owns different restaurants. So it’s not a surprise to them that they wouldn’t attend the wedding.’

“Fuck.” you breathed out. How did the both of you not realize this?

“Okay so um..what now?”

Oikawa ruffled his air. “We go through with it.”

"Fuck no.” 

“What why?”

You’re the one who thought of this crazy idea! It’s all your fault!” 

“But you’re the one who put Jason Derulo in there!”’

You smacked your forehead. “It was a joke and for free money! Look what you got us into.”

Yells back and forth, each blaming the other. It was like the night wasn’t going to end soon. Tired from the arguing, you smacked Oikawa’s chest. “Stupid,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this!”

Oikawa scratched the back of his neck. “But what if I want to?” You looked up at him confused. “You know, like how Hinata and Tobio fake dated but then became boyfriends.”

“Oikawa, that’s different. That’s dating, this is marriage. It’s adult stuff, I can barely cook!”

“I’ll cook for you.”

You walked away from him, going towards his balcony. The view was beautiful, seeing various stars and the lights shining from Tokyo. “This is too much for me to handle. You're a pain, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around you and instinctively you snuggled closer to his chest, facing the view so he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

"Remember when we were children? And we had a whole promise that we would be with each other forever?” you laughed. The classic child marriage pact. It was as if almost all friendships started with that promise. A promise to love and stay with each other no matter what.

“That’s child play.”

He started to rub circles with his thumbs on your arms, you feeling relaxed. “One month. Give me one month after the wedding. We’ll go on a honeymoon to London, I'll teach you how to cook, you can live with me, we can adopt a puppy.” Oikawa gulped and looked at you. “And if you don’t like it, we can pretend none of this happened. In fact i’ll stop bothering you with my assignments and my presence.”

One month. That sounded like a challenge. A challenge that Oikawa was willing to risk everything for. A month to make you fall for him.

“...so we’re splitting the gifts and money equally then, right?”

A/N: I’m back! This has been in my drafts for months. At first it was supposed to be Yuto from Pentagon but after getting into Haikyuu I was like fuck it and changed it to Oikawa. Also because yes LMAO. I hope you all liked it and let me know your comments! Part two will be in the works if people want it, for now its a oneshot aha. 

Much love!

tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass

[melissa-kenobi]

Part 2 of receiving medical attention after the tree incident 🌳 

Hii, oohh yess okay a pt 2 sounds amazing - I've attempted to keep it PG lool

Part 1

Word Count:

Trees. pt 2 - (Captain Rex x Reader)

After leaving the boys with Kaara, (or Kaara with the boys, although you had a feeling it was the other way round) Rex had pulled you aside, away from the boys eyeline and into the med-center. Despite wearing his helmet, you just knew he was checking you for injuries and making sure you were okay.

"Rex!" You giggled while he tugged on the bottom of your shirt, making sure you weren't hiding any injuries. "I'm fine! I promise!"

"Cyar'ika, you fell from a tree! You are not fine!" He grunted as he made you sit on a bed - while walking off to find Kix you assumed.

Rolling your eyes, you quickly glanced at the cut you had on your thigh, covering it with your hand while you waited patiently. Damn, you were gonna have to think of a way to get Rex to keep Kaara, there was no way you were letting her go after this whole fiasco. Maybe you could persuade him, sensually?

No. Rex was too annoyed with you and his brothers.

Kriff, you'd have to pull out the puppy eyes and look sad. Hopefully that would work.

Rex returned, a deep sigh etched onto his lips as he looked at you. "I can't find Kix. He must be busy."

You gave him a small smile, getting off the bed to pull him into a hug. "I told you, I'll be fine Rex. I'm pretty sure Kix is busy helping someone who needs help."

"Are you tell me that falling out from a tree, possibly killing yourself doesn't even require a check up?" Rex arched an eyebrow in concern as you looked up at him.

"Well- when you put it that way." You gave him a lopsided grin resulting him rolling his eyes. "I mean if anything, you could do the check up?"

Rex simply tilted his head curiously, a tint of red began to cover his cheeks.

"I-i mean ... I know you've got the basic skills aswell but only if you're really concerned- but seriously I'm-" You stumbled over your words, the confidence you had now desperately dropping.

"Get on the bed." Rex ordered.

Your eyes widened in surprise, a smirk curling onto your face as you whispered sir yes sir.

"Take off your jacket and trousers." He asked sternly, eyes never leaving yours as you pulled the jacket off. Your heart spiked knowing Rex would find the injury on your thigh.

"Rex, I-i don't thin-"

"Off now."

Slipping off your jacket and your trousers your sat on the bed, quickly trying to cover your thigh with the jacket. It's not that you were scared of Rex seeing you bare - it's just you knew he would be disappointed that you'd hurt yourself. Rex had promised to take care of you and for you to go and rescue a loth cat and hurt yourself - it just seemed dull in comparison to injuries Rex had gotten from the war.

"Y/N... mesh'la, you told me you had no injuries." Rex sighed as he saw the deep cut on your thigh, he bent down on his knees, his warm hand resting just below the cut, rubbing the skim around there.

"I didn't say I had no injuries, I only said I was fine!" You protested, letting out a small wince as Rex cleaned the wound with a bacterial spray.

"This is not fine mesh'la." Rex placed the bacta patch he had on the wound, securing it around the sides before he placed soft kisses around the empty skin on your thigh.

"I'm sorry for worrying you Rex. I did- I didn't mean to worry you." You aplogised, seeing Rex's grief sticken face, you reached over and rubbed your fingers over his cheeks , soothing out the crease that had appeared before kissing his forehead.

"I know cyar'ika. You just- I was just worried, you scared me. I don't know what I'd do without you." He confesses.

"Neither do I Rex, you're my world. I love you so much."

"I love you more than words can express mesh'la, i-i can't-" Rex stutters over his words but you swoop in and tuh him into a hug, kissing his face.

"I know Rex. I know."

The moment was interrupted by Fives and the gang turning up - his head poking through before blurting out his through, not even thinking about what he wanted to say. "Did you convince him?"

"Fives!" Hardcase slapped his brothers back as Kaara gracefully walked into the room, jumping onto the bed and into Rex's lap.

"Convince wh-" Rex cut himself off, already knowing what they were talking about. His hand subconsciously pettin Kaara while looking at you. "My answers still no mesh'la."

You raise an eyebrow playfully, gesturing to his cuddling with Kaara.

"Of course darling."

***

[jikook-yoonmin-trash]

MIN YOONGI IMAGINE:

*This is what I think intimacy looks like with the loml (lool- love of our life bc we share him)*

This is just for fun :)

_________________________________

Min Yoongi is the type of guy to watch and observe, never butting in unless it's necessary. But when something or someone catches his attention, you can bet your last dollar that he's focused on that.

Being with him would start off slowly. At first it would be short 'hi's' and 'hello's'. And then it would be smaller unnoticable things, like the way he'd hold the door open a second longer or the way he'd purposely keep the cashier busy when you're running late so you can bump in your order with his. He's slow and calculated but he reaches his goals nevertheless. He moves at his pace and overtime he's willing to adjust his rhythm to match yours.

He's not what you'd imagine. That incredible tsundere act or that badboy 'I don't give a fuck' personna is all a mask. Of course people know not to mess with him, on the outside he's scary. But on the inside there's so much more. Yoongi is the type of guy with the ability to bring himself to a level of mental stability on his own. He knows what he likes and he knows what's good for him. So in the end the only people who really matter to him are those close, he gives a fuck, he definitely gives a fuck about those people. But no one else.

And he's whipped like cream for the ones he love. He'd do anything for them. And you can't say it out loud but he's a doormat for the kids because all he wants is to make them happy and by extension himself. He's had his successes and he just wants to make up for all the lost promises and disappointments in their life.

Intimacy with Yoongi may not be as filthy or sexually adventurous as you might imagine, but it's definitely one for the books. He'd prefer to take his time rather than rush things and ruin the experience for both of you.

He seems like the type to really want to get to know you and your body. He want to learn every movement of your body, every expression and every single noise you can make. Yoongi would probably ask you to show him what good feels like to you, he'd make it a game. A game where you teach him what your body likes and in return he'll teach you.

It's no surprise that he's laid back or that he likes to lay down. So expect your first experience to be as such. Slow lazy kisses. Roaming hands. HANDS. Lots of talking you through it because if it's one thing you'll learn about him is that he's giving and he wants what you want.

Due to his schedule, you'd most likely do it in a fancy hotel room. One with a particularly large mirror in front of the bed. Yoongi would be against the headboard and your back pressed against his chest. He'd pry your legs open so that you were on full display, even though you weren't facing him he could see everything. He could see the way your hands move, what pace you like and the way your body reacts. He could see you.

It'll start off with him asking you to please yourself. His hand would either be gripping the inside of your thighs, holding them apart or lightly rubbing your sides- silently encouranging you to keep going. His head will be tipped back and he'd be looking at you passively- and one would think that he's angry or upset but you'd know better. By now you've seen him in the studio countless times. He's fucking concentrating and he's studying you. You'll be the only thing that has his attention, that's on his mind. And you'd be lying is you said it wasn't intimidating. Because underneath all that idol personna, all that cutsey makeup and outfits is an actual man. A very intimidating, successful man who only wants you.

There'll be a lot of hands on and oral fixations at first. He'd make you wait for sex, tease you and make you want but it'll happen in due time. He just wants to get it right. You'd soon come to love his mouth and all the magic that comes with it. He'd kiss down your body, maybe tease your nipples for a second but when it comes to the good part, words won't be able to account for what happens. He'd lay you on you back and push your legs apart. He'd want you to see him. He's shy with the eye contact but he just wants to make sure you're on the same page. And his tongue is your greatest pleasure. He'd want you to sit on his face. He'd want your ass up in the air so he can eat you out from behind but most importantly, he'd crave your orgasm more than his. He always make you cum first. And then maybe a second time if your body could handle it.

And when you'd finally have sex, it'll be slow at first. He'd make sure you're comfy and that you're not hurting. Yoongi is definitely the type to rarely moan but he'll sing dirty words to you and let you know what he wants to do to you and how he'll do it. Ever so often, he'd stop the love making and really start fucking you. You'll get to see how silently aggressive he is. Like he'll use his hands to push you into the bed, to hold you in place as he fucks you. He likes to be in control.

And handcuffs, toys, whips and chains sounds fun. It does. Yoongi would try all those things if you batted your pretty lashes for him. But he's strict and a little bit sadistic when it comes to you. There's times when he'll give you your way and times where he'll make you understand that he's in charge, because he is. When Yoongi switches to those narrowed eyes and a downturned mouth you know he means business. If he says jump you jump. Sometimes he just wants to make you beg for it. For punishment he'd sit you on his lap and edge your orgasm until you're crying and frustrated, but in the end he'll kiss your tears away and give in. Sometimes he's unexpectedly adventurous. He'll tell you to drink loads of water but forbid you from going to the bathroom. He'll probably read about how good female orgasms feel with a full bladder and decide to test it out on you. So that's how you'll find yourself in missionary with a pillow under your butt and Yoongi fucking into you. One hand would be pressing into your lower stomach, right above your bladder and the other working on your clit. In the end, the experience would be amazing. He'd laugh when you cum and look all fucked out and weak and then tell you about that article he 'found' online.

Intimacy with Min Yoongi would be a lot of things. But boring is not one of them.

(The only Yoongi GIF that matters. How does he looks so different....So boyfriend, so good. Guys, BigHit needs to stop putting this man in oversized sweaters and lollypop hair. Looks at him how fineeeeeeeee. I need mood stabilizers looking at this.)

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Because I'm still hung up on the paws and claws event, could you make a headcanon of if the Mc turned into an animal like a week after, and since they're human they go somewhat feral?

Of course my dear!! Since you didn't specify what kind of animal the Mc must be i decided to make them a cat as well, hope that is okay with you!

It had been a couple of days since the brothers finally were able to get out of their animal forms. It had been hard at first to deal with it but in the end all of them were able to get their animal instinct under control up until Luke finally was able to get the syrup that was going to cure them and the boys were finally back to normal, to Lucifer’s relief...but of course that couldn't last.

The seven demons and their human companion were eating lunch, everyone was talking and laughing except from Belphegor who was napping, his head resting in the table as Beel had moved his plate to take care of it. Mammon was arguing with Leviathan about some money he had borrowed from the demon and had yet to return when he turned to Mc to complain.

“Can you believe this?! Its only been like 500 years since i asked to borrow the money, jeez give a demon time to make the money bac-” Mammon stopped amidst his rambling when he noticed the human had stopped eating all of a sudden and had a weird expression on their face. “Yo, whats up with you?” Mammon asked, trying to keep his nonchalant attitude but worry evident in his voice.

“...nothing, i just feel weird.” Mc says, a small voice as they try to get up from their sit, only to groan and grab onto the chair the feeling taking over them.

“Mc?” Beel asks, worry in his voice as he moves to the human sides to make sure they were okay. What Beel wasn't expecting, was for Mc to jump at his touch, hiss and run several steps away from him.

Beel looked at Mc, now more confused than ever, only to see Mc with a tail and cat ears.

“What the-” Mammon tried to say only to be cut off by Asmodeus

“OH MY ME!” Asmo coos, walking over at Mc as he squeals. “You look adorable!” His voice is high pitched as he tries to pet Mc only for them to hiss at him as well, making Asmodeus take his arm back fast and glaring at Mc. “No! Bad kitty! Bad kitty!”

“What happened to them?” Leviathan ask, looking at Lucifer who already looks down with the whole situation.

“It appears they have transformed into some sort of feline.” Satan states, a curious smirk in his lips as he approaches both Asmodeus and Mc.

“No shit Sherlock, i think we can see that!” Mammon glares at the blond before looking back at Lucifer. “So?!”

“It seems like our dear human was affected by the syrup that transformed us all into animals.”

“The one that Luke put in that cake?” Belphegor asks, still from his sit as he watches the situation from afar. Lucifer only hums in return at Belphegors questions before a sigh leaves his lips.

“Wait, but that thing was over a week ago!”

“Why is it affecting them now?” Beel finishes off Mammons question as his eyes fall on the human again, who moved away from the seven demons and was looking at some curtains...for some reason.

“They are human, their body its not going to react the same as a demons body does when exposed to celestial elements. In them the effect took longer to manifest.” Satan says, a hand on his chin as he thinks about it, wondering if this means that the “cure” would also take longer to fight off the effects of the syrup.

“Either way, we should keep an eye on them- MC!” Lucifer yells, once out of the corner of his eye he sees them jump and with their long claws start sharpening them on the curtains. “Stop that now!” Lucifer moves close to Mc, only for the human to notice them and hiss at him just like they had done with Beel and Asmodeus.

“They just hissed at Lucifer!” Leviathan gasps, his eyes jumping from the human to his older brother.

“yes, i am well aware of that” Lucifer glares at Mc, making the human-cat to hiss again, before running off.

“Oi! Were do ya think you are going?!” Mammon screams, running behind Mc as he tries to catch up to them. 

The rest of the brothers look between each other before hearing a hiss once again followed by Mammon yelping and then groaning in pain.

“What the hell was that?!” Asomodeus screams at Mammon.

“They fucking scratched me, that’s what it was!” Mammon comes back in, a scratch its visible in his cheek as he held it.

“Lool!”

“Stop laughing you damn otaku”

“Im just glad that didn't happen to me! Imagine if my beautiful face got a single scratch on it! I would die.

“No, you wouldn't” Belphegor yawns. “Who is going to go after them?”

“...they hissed at me” Beel looks sad for a moment.

“Naturally, they felt threatened for a moment and reacted accordingly.” Satan explained rapidly.

“Oi! Who do ya think you are? A cat whisperer or something like that?” Before Satan can respond, there can be heard a vase falling from upstairs, making Lucifer groan.

“Someone needs to get them under control before they destroy the whole house”

“I have an idea!” Asmodeus cheers.

“...”

Several minutes later

“This is a terrible idea” Lucifer rubs his head as he looks at Asmodeus, who was a expensive bottle of perfume in his hands, as the seven stand in front of the door, watching Mc who was sharpening their claws on the bed.

“It will work! Mc simply cannot resist to my fragrance” Asmo smirks, entering the room and approaching mc slowly. 

“This is going to end badly” Beel looks at Mc who is already aware of Asmodeus presence.

“I know...i cant wait” Levi has his phone out, already recording the whole thing.

“...send me that video, we can make so much money with” Mammon smirks, just in time for Mc to try and attack Asmodeus, the bottle of perfume shattering in the ground as Asmodeus yelps and runs away from the angry Mc.

“Lucifer! Mc is a meany” Asmodeus cries as he hugs Lucifer, making the oldest demon sigh.

“...any other ideas?”

And so, the others tried to gain cat Mc’s trust one by one. Beel tried to approach them with some food...which he end up eating making Mc dejected, Belphie tried to make them go to sleep by giving them his pillow...the worsts decision he would have taken, the pillow was now destroyed and Belphie had a permanent scowl painted in his features. Leviathan was able to get kind of close but his phone went off, making Mc jump, hiss and bite him. (Which Mammon secretly got on tape). talking about Mammon, he tried to give Mc some catnip against Satans advice, which only made the human become even more energetic and ran trough all of the possible surfaces in the room, knocking everything over.Finally, Satan pushed trough and sat in front of the Mc, who only looked at him.

“What are you doing?” Asmodeus asked.

“Shut up” Satan said, only to proceed and take out his D.D.D and start playing with it, everyone looked on curiously, wondering what Satan was doing, until Mc started to scoot closer. After mc was at a close proximity, Satan lifted his hand slowly and brought it to them, Mc looked curiously before start to rub their head against Satans hand, who proceeded to pet them.

“How?!” Mammon complained as he glared at Satan.

“Cats are naturally curious creatures” Satan said, as if that explained every and all questions his brothers had.

“I don’t care about the logic behind all this, just give them the damn cure and someone please clean up the room” Lucifer groaned, before leaving and going to his room to try and relax finally...if you call relaxing the three mountains of paperwork that awaited him.

Satan proceeding to do so, and his theory proved to be right, for the “cure” took another week to work on Mc, making the demons desperate as they just wanted to pet the human-cat but at some point they ended up just getting scratched. At the end, Mc owed Lucifer more than5,000 grimm worth of damages their claws had done during that sole week.

I really hope this was what you were expecting and that you liked it! Thank you so much for sending me this ask, it was so much fun! ^w^