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wonopia · 6 months ago

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NUISANCE | 007. better person because of you

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once lunch ended, soyeon was one of the first people to leave the table since she didn’t eat anything, she immediately started to walk back to class.

on her way back, she was surprised to see jungwon at the end of the hallway beside sumi. they were both smiling. i guess she was so stuck in her head she didn’t even notice that jungwon wasn’t sitting at their lunch table.

sumi was smiling brightly, she didn’t notice until now that sumi was one of the prettiest and nicest girls in school. in fact, she was never the type of girl to ask anyone out nor accept anyones love. knowing she asked jungwon, she must’ve really liked him.

soyeon could feel her heart tighten. for some reason seeing them happy with one another made her.. sad? why? i should be happy for jungwon. but seeing them together answered her question that she never got to ask him, what’d you say to sumi about prom?

this was definitely something that topped her day. it felt like this was her last straw. she was frozen in her spot until she realized that jungwon was looking right back at her.

she turned almost immediately and ran into the janitor's closet. oh my god, did he see me? she heard the bell ring from the hallway, hoping he’d left already, she decided to head to her classroom now.

she turned around, twisting the knob. soyeon shook the knob as hard as she could before she realized it wasn’t gonna open.

“is anyone out there?” she yelled. the chatter on the other side of the door becoming quieter.

she reached for the light switch on the wall, flicking it up and down but nothing happened. she tried to yell one more time before hoping that the janitor needed a broom or something and that he’d come save her.

“is any..“ but the door opened before she could finish her sentence, she was pulled out of the closet by jungwon.

“you do realize that this janitor's closet is not used, right?” jungwon asked with a teasing smile.

“uh yeah,” she nodded, smiling at him. his eyes widened the slightest at her, “what.. what? is there something on my face?”

he chuckled before smiling wider, “it’s just that it’s the first time i’ve seen you smile in a while.”

her smile faltered before making up an excuse to go to class. that night, soyeon was in her room doing some work for class before sunoo walked in. he was dressed up in an outfit other than house clothes.

“where are you going?” soyeon asked, looking at him through her glasses.

“i’m going to hana’s party.”

“what?”

“not a crazy raid party or anything,” he nodded, “all our friends are showing up. you should go too.”

“i’ll think about it.”

sunoo shut her door as she put her focus back on her history homework. for some reason she couldn’t understand any of it so she reluctantly opened her phone to message jungwon.

they’d exchanged numbers the day they decided to be friends. she clicked yes on the incoming call, propping her phone to stand up against her monitor.

“hey, jungwon,” she beamed, waving as his face filled her screen.

“hey yeonie,” he waved aggressively, his voice was a little raspier than usual, “since when do you wear glasses?” he asked, she could hear the sound of him shuffling around.

“i only wear them when i’m reading,” soyeon explained, pulling her leg up on her seat.

jungwon nodded, propping his phone up somewhere on his table so she could see him. his lights were off and the screen was lighting up his face.

“why’s it so dark in your room?”

“oh i just woke up,” he mumbled quietly, she could see his eyes close shut, “keep talking. you can ask any questions you want and i’ll answer them.”

soyeon watched him carefully, her cheeks flushing, “okay. what was the main motivation behind hangul?”

“to simplify the writing system so it's more accessible for common people,” he muttered loud enough for her to hear him.

“can you repeat that one more time?”

“to simplify… the writing system so… its more accessible-“

“slower!” she spoke, writing as fast as she could.

he laughed. even with his eyes closed he could see how flustered she was, “okay okay, let me know when I can continue.”

he squinted his eyes open, his eyes hurt as they adjusted to the bright light. when it settled, he could see her writing, her face focused.

“okay, you can continue,” she smiled.

jungwon paused, looking up as he thought, “where’d i leave off?”

“the writing system so it’s more..”

“so it’s more accessible for the common people,” he nodded.

“next question,” she started, “what was the significance of the gwangju uprising in korean history?”

“it was a student-led protest against government corruption,” he told her.

“do you remember this by heart?” she laughed.

the sound made him feel giddy in his heart, it felt like she was right beside him when he shut his eyes.

he shrugged with a lazy smile, “maybe.”

it continued for a while as jungwon felt himself dozing off.

“okay, we’re almost done,” she clapped, “what was the gyeongbokgung palace used for during the joseon dynasty?”

when soyeon didn’t hear a response, she looked at her phone. jungwon had fallen asleep.

she picked up her phone, unsure if she should hang up. he had his gray blanket up to his chin, his arms disappearing in the blanket. he looked so peaceful.

she could hear his light snores, unknowingly she smiled. she tested her limits, taking a couple pictures of him. she stretched her arms out before turning off her laptop, putting her school books away shortly after. she didn’t realize until now that she was wearing jungwon’s jacket.

she looked back at her phone, jungwon still sound asleep. she didn’t want to disturb him, muting. soyeon turned her light off before crawling in bed, charging her phone before placing it horizontally against her grandmother's lamp. she laid down, facing her phone looking at jungwon before falling asleep.

it’d been a week since she fell asleep on call with jungwon and they’d been talking a lot. hana occasionally gave sunoo and soyeon a ride to school which meant she could hang out with jungwon twice as much.

turns out jungwon and sumi were going to the prom as friends. sunoo had found a way to ask him about it in the car as nonchalantly as he could.

soyeon didn’t want to seem like a quitter but she never felt like wanting to go back to soccer so she decided to switch the sport to photography so in a way she was able to still be around it. they accepted her almost immediately.

for this whole week, guys had been asking girls out to prom and occasionally girls would ask out guys. many flowers, candies, signs, and worse of all.. newly couples.

she was kind of sad that she wasn’t able to experience that part of going to prom. instead she was just asked a simple question. she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to go with hyunjin just as friends. After all, all she could think about was what if she beat sumi to asking jungwon.

would she and jungwon go as friends?

she was now waiting in her room on her bed for jungwon as he walked to her house. he was going to help her finish her history assignments because if she didn’t turn it in tomorrow then she wouldn't be able to attend the prom tomorrow night.

jungwon of course made time to help her with it. as for soyeon, she wasn’t sure if she was back to her old self yet.

ever since the viewing, everythings been different but it seemed better in her opinion. although she wasn’t as optimistic, she was still herself.

jungwon knocked before walking in, immediately in awe of her bedroom. his eyes exploring everywhere, except the drawers (kid friendly).

“c’mon jungwon,” she smiled sheepishly as he walked around her room, looking at the little picture frames planted around.

“aw you look so cute in here,” he pointed, holding it in his hands smiling- his dimple showing.

“your dimples are cute,” she said bravely, “now come on.”

he laughed, ignoring the pink on his cheeks and sat beside her on the bed. they quickly started to work. jungwon tried to explain everything as best as he could, examining the article.

“that should be right,” jungwon nodded as he overlooked the paper for the millionth time, not finding any mistakes.

“finally,” soyeon exclaimed, flipping onto her back to stare at the ceiling.

“took us long enough,” he commented, collecting all the papers to putting them back in her folder. soon sliding it in her backpack before laying beside her.

soyeon sighed, feeling jungwons head right beside her own. butterflies erupting in her stomach, the presence of him was causing her to burn up.

recently, this feeling in her stomach had been occurring a lot, especially when she was with jungwon. even now she was feeling them again, she wasn’t too worried if she fell hard for him.

she was just worried about how he’ll react. knowing jungwon he definitely wouldn’t end their friendship because of this.. right?

she channeled her breath as she closed her eyes. soon falling asleep, rolling onto her side unconsciously.

jungwon too had a lot on his mind. he remembers that one time eunbi had asked yeonie about hyunjin asking her to the prom, turns out it had been true. they were going to go to the prom together, as a couple.

he shook his head realizing how mad he was getting. no, not mad, jealous. he was jealous that all hyunjin had to do was ask her. he didn’t know they even talked.

he could feel the bed dip closer to him. naturally jungwon turned his head to the side to see yeonie about an inch away from his face. he didn’t move, he just stared.

he began to hold his breath. her eyes were closed, he was sure she was asleep. just to test it, he called out her name, “yeonie?”

as expected, she didn’t react. instead she adjusted her position, using her hand as a pillow.

jungwon took this moment to examine her face. the sun shone through the window and beamed onto her. soyeon’s hair effortlessly falling on her face, he felt mesmerized by her beauty.

he could never tell her this. knowing her state and how much she’s been through this past month. it must be hard. still, he was able to show her that she could depend on him.

slowly and hesitantly, he traveled his hand to her right cheek, moving the strand of hair back into place behind her ear. his palm brushing against her cheek ever so lightly. all he could hear was his heart beat fastening at the touch.

her skin was just as soft as it looked and she had light freckles spread across her cheeks. yeonie’s hair is a dark brown but in the sunlight it looks much lighter, he’d never been so close to her before.

jungwon gulped, retracting his hand before mirroring her. using his hands as a pillow to face her. he let his eyes shut due to tiredness.

note: im sulking. i love them.

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voraciousvore · 1 year ago

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Big Corp Inc. (39/43)

***This chapter contains vore!***

Chapter 39: Breaking Point

“Candy, you know you can always talk to me, right?” Martin encouraged, a note of quiet desperation seeping into his tone. “I won’t judge you. You don’t have to hide anything from me.” Work had ended, and the couple was back in Martin’s apartment together, eating dinner. Candy had barely touched her food, only taking small nibbles. Martin had bought her a human-scale dining table and chair that he placed on his own larger table.

“I know,” Candy mumbled. She avoided Martin’s eyes, poking at her dinner with her doll-sized fork. In her mind’s eye she could only see darkness, hear the horrific sounds of a Giant’s digestion. When she looked at her plate, she recalled being forced into a sandwich, or stuffed into a meatball, or scooped onto an ice cream sundae, or buttered on a biscuit. The memories nauseated her to the point where she couldn’t bear the sight of food, much less ingest it.

“No matter what, I’ll always be here for you. And I’ll always love you. Whatever is bothering you, we can get through it together.” Martin placed his hands on either side of Candy’s little table and leaned in, holding his face close to her. “Please, Candy. I know something isn’t right. Let me help you.”

“It’s nothing,” she muttered, barely audible. Candy sank lower into her chair, continuing to avert her gaze. Martin was trying so hard to be empathetic and patient with her, but he was getting frustrated. He didn’t understand why she was hiding secrets from him and trying to conceal her true feelings that were obviously tearing her up inside. He gingerly placed the tip of his finger under her chin and raised her head up, so she couldn’t look away. He brought his face in so close that his enormous eye was right in front of her, seeking to gaze into her soul.

Candy lost herself in that big, stormy orb. His gigantic iris had depth to it like a gray raincloud. She even fancied she could see flashes of lightning if she looked close enough. His black pupil dilated as he searched her. He blinked. Candy could see so much swirling within that tempest, so much concern and sympathy, even fear. She registered, in some way, that he was scared of losing her. He could see her falling away from him and it caused him agony. Candy struggled to hold back tears, but her vision started to blur with moisture. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Martin. She was keeping him in the dark to protect him, after all.

She knew, if she told him what Mr. Hardon was doing to her, he’d fly into a rage and beat up the boss, and then he'd really be in trouble. After all, he didn’t hesitate to retaliate against Ronny when he found her shoved into a meatball. He’d definitely lose his job then, since the boss would fire him, and he might even be liable for criminal charges. Candy couldn’t let such a chain of events occur. She couldn’t imagine the horror of Martin being arrested and going to prison, because of his efforts to protect her.

“Please,” he insisted emphatically. “Is it something I did?” Candy shook her head, rotating her chin on his fingertip. Her eyes were waxing shiny with tears. A droplet overflowed out of one eye and ran down her cheek. “You’re not... scared of me, are you? You don’t feel pressured to be with me? Do you want me to escort you home, to the human side?” His voice was quavering.

“No,” Candy denied. She couldn’t stop her tears any longer. She wouldn’t be able to tell him everything, but she felt compelled to at least admit the truth about her housing situation. “I... I have no home to go to. I’m homeless.”

Martin’s jaw dropped open. “What?” Of all the things he considered, he never even suspected she was homeless. He suddenly understood why she never had a lunch packed anymore. His heart bled for her.

“I lost my apartment because I ran out of human money. I’ve been living in the office. I was sleeping in the janitor closet for a while, until a monster spider attacked me, and now I just sleep on my desk out of sight,” Candy admitted. She burned with shame, but somehow finally confessing her secret to Martin made her feel lighter, less weighed down by her tremendous burden.

“Oh, Candy... why didn’t you tell me?” Martin cupped her in his hands and lifted her off the table. “No wonder you’ve been so upset! You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you want!” He kissed her and held her up to his chest, hugging her with his hands. “You’re always welcome with me. It’s not like you take up a lot of space.” He laughed, and the sound made her heart sing.

“I was so worried about you, Candy. I’m glad you finally told me. You don’t need to fret any longer. I will take care of you,” Martin continued. Candy was touched by his generosity. She buried herself in his chest and sobbed without reserve. Martin stroked her back with his thumb, massaging her gently. He was relieved, now that she was finally communicating with him and the truth was out in the open. Now that he could solve her problem that was killing her inside, he hoped she could heal and become her happy self again.

Despite the fact that she couldn’t tell him about Mr. Hardon, Candy felt better after unloading at least some of her baggage on Martin. Not having to hold back the torrential downpour of tears helped too. Candy was in such a situation where she constantly felt the need to repress her outward displays of emotion, whether she was at work or in Martin’s apartment, which was becoming quite an impossible feat. Thus, to let it all out was therapeutic. Being comforted by her Giant lover made everything better too, at least until she would have to be separated from him.

Unfortunately, such an event was bound to happen at work the next day, and Candy knew it all too well. When Martin and Candy arrived at work together the following day, Mr. Hardon was hasty to intercept Martin and hand him another thick stack of forms to work on. Martin was none the wiser, not discerning that the tasks were mere busywork intended to distract and divert him away from his girl. Once Martin was out of range, Mr. Hardon returned to Candy’s cubicle with a bloodcurdling leer that churned her stomach. He forcibly ripped her away from her desk and conveyed her into his office, slamming the door behind him.

He flung her onto his own massive desk and stopped her from escaping by swatting her back to the center with his palm whenever she attempted to dart away. Candy flopped down in misery and defeat. She didn’t know why she even tried to escape anymore: Mr. Hardon knew all her tricks, could easily anticipate her actions, and was a million times bigger and stronger than her. She had yet to successfully get away, not even the first time when she had caught him by surprise. She shriveled up like a raisin and shook.

“Now, what should I do with you today?” Mr. Hardon rumbled, like an approaching cataclysmic storm. He stared at Candy long and hard, his lips turned up at the corners of his mouth. He was in no hurry, intentionally drawing out the suspense to antagonize his victim. He leaned over Candy, dwarfing her with his mountainous frame. A plaintive whimper escaped her lips as she cowered before him.

“I must confess I am rather peckish. I had a light breakfast,” Mr. Hardon remarked, rubbing his belly. An audible growl emanated from his midsection, as if his stomach was clamoring in agreement. Candy’s face went ashen. “Then again... I have other needs as well.” His hand kneaded his crotch, and she turned green with revulsion. “Oh, what to do, what to do...”

He scratched his chin. “On the other hand, maybe I should try something new today. New experiences are always interesting, wouldn’t you say, Candy?” She didn’t know what he had in mind, but the sadistic gleam animating his pale eyes sickened her.

Candy squirmed with agony. Mr. Hardon hadn’t even started yet, and she already knew without a shade of doubt she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She reflected that even Ronny was perceptive enough to plainly see it. He could have used the opportunity he had yesterday to destroy her, but instead he refrained. He recognized that, under the circumstances, finally doing her in would be merciful, and since he hated her, he preferred to let her suffer through the worst tortures. Candy didn’t want to live anymore, if this was how her life was going to be.

“N-no m-more,” Candy stuttered, failing hard to be assertive.

“What was that?” Mr. Hardon mocked. “Oh, that’s cute. You think you have a choice in the matter. You can’t defy me, darling, so don’t even try.”

“I quit,” Candy said, slightly louder this time.

“You can’t. I’ll fire Martin,” Mr. Hardon retorted. “I’ll have him blacklisted from every company in this town. Big Corp has a lot of influence, you know. He’ll never be able to find a job again. And when he finds out it’s your fault, he’ll blame you and he won’t love you anymore.”

Candy wavered, but this time even the threat of losing Martin forever wasn’t enough. She had reached her breaking point. She hated the consequences, but she couldn’t protect Martin anymore, and he would resent her when he found out. She wasn’t strong enough to hold everything on her shoulders any longer; she was being crushed under the weight of her hardships. She was giving up. “You can’t hold that over me anymore, Mr. Hardon. I quit. I’m done. And I’m never coming back.”

She trotted away from Mr. Hardon towards the opposite edge of his desk. If he refused to help her down, she had every intention of jumping off on her own. She was desperate for an out, in whatever way it manifested. Her spirit was shattered beyond repair. When Mr. Hardon comprehended that she was deathly serious about not coming back, his face twisted into a scowl of pure fury. Briefly, he was too stunned to act. He almost couldn’t believe, after all this time and everything that had happened, that he had finally managed to break her. Her fortitude had been remarkable, truly extraordinary, but he supposed everyone had moments of weakness. Before she could make it to the edge of the desk, Mr. Hardon pinched the back of her shirt between his fingers and dragged her back.

“Let go of me!” Candy protested, wriggling pointlessly as the Giant lifted her up to his eye level. “You can’t keep me here forever!”

Mr. Hardon gave her a long, hard look. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say any of that. So I won’t give you any sort of extra punishment. But I will give you some time inside my stomach to think it over.” Candy blanched as he handed her the tiny bottle of pills.

“I’m not taking any more of those stupid pills,” Candy spat defiantly.

Mr. Hardon raised an eyebrow. “Really now? Because I’m going to eat you whether you take one or not. Is that really how you want to die? To be digested alive?” Without waiting for a response, he dangled Candy above his mouth and opened wide. He lowered her down into his jaws with a dramatically slow movement.

“No!” Candy squealed, kicking his upper lip as she entered the drooling mouth below. His gullet gaped open below her like an abyss. His rows of gigantic white teeth stretched above her, draping a shadow over her. She tried to cling to the Giant’s fingers to avoid being dropped inside, but he released her onto his wet tongue and the walls of bone slammed shut around her. Candy hastily screwed open the bottle of pills and downed one before the Giant had the chance to swallow her. Above all else, she feared being digested after experiencing the horrors of his gastrointestinal system so many times. She’d rather be killed in one of Ronny’s sick cat-and-mouse games that die from being eaten alive.

He tossed her around on his tongue a bit, making her drop the pill bottle as it slipped out of her hands. The remaining pills spilled all over the inside of his mouth. Candy shrieked in fear as she slid backwards and down into his gullet. He swallowed, and she slipped down his throat like a slimy vertical slide, fighting back the whole way down before splashing into his belly.

Mr. Hardon spat out the miniscule pill bottle and the rest of the pills into his hand. He was relieved to see she had managed to take a pill before he swallowed her, because she was useless to him dead. He needed time to think about what he was going to do with her. He hadn’t intended to break his favorite new plaything so soon. He knew, without any doubts, he couldn’t let her leave work now, no matter what, or else she wouldn’t come back.

He felt a kick in his belly, and smirked to himself. Despite giving up earlier, she hadn’t lost all her fire yet. He could still have so much fun with her.

Chapter 40

Chapter 1

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luvfae · 3 years ago

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Cassie x male reader smut

Cassie being jealous that reader is giving other girls attention instead of her u til he finally gives her the attention she wants and she can’t get enough of it and just stuck on him even more but he likes it

ATTENTION

fandom: euphoria

parings: cassie x m reader

warnings: smut, swearing, choking, unprotected sex

Cassie would watch you flirt with every single girl, except her, every day and it pissed her off. She would watch while you teased Maddy in the cafeteria, you’d banter with Kat during class and you’d even hug her little sister Lexi, but Cassie wouldn’t get even a shred of attention from you. She was starting to get fed up with it.

You were seated in the cafeteria, eating your lunch on your own when Cassie approached you, taking a seat across from you.

“Hey Cassie,” you said. You watched her as she glared over at you and your eyebrows knitted together. “You good?” You asked.

“No,” she replied. “I’m so over you giving everyone except me attention, Y/N. Am I not pretty enough for you?” She asked.

You scoffed. “You’re joking, right?” You said. Cassie shook her head. “Cassie, your the hottest girl I know.”

“Then why don’t you flirt with me?” She asked.

“Because I can’t even look at you without imagining fucking you,” you replied. Cassie’s eyes widened, a smile coming over her face.

“Why don’t you just fuck me then?” Cassie asked.

It didn’t take long for you to lead Cassie to the janitors closet and completely undress both her and yourself, her legs wrapped around your torso, her back pressed against the wall as you fucked her senseless.

“So fucking good,” Cassie moans, fingers digging into your back. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I’ll do anything for your attention, Y/N,” Cassie said. You hummed at her words, pounding yourself into her harder. “I wanna be your slut,” she whined, biting her bottom lip.

You wrapped a hand around her neck and she smiled, moaning loudly at your actions, one of her hands moving down her body to rub her clit.

“Mmm, your cock is so fucking good,” she moaned. “You like stretching out my tight pussy?” You nodded at her words, feeling yourself getting closer. “I’m gunna cum all over your dick, gunna cum so hard because you fuck me so well.”

You kissed her hard, tongue exploring her mouth as her orgasm tore through her body, making her shake and convulse against you. You followed shortly after, pulling out of her and spraying your seed over her bare stomach. Cassie reached down, running her fingers through the sticky liquid, sucking them clean.

“Tastes good,” she smiled.

You helped clean her up and got dressed into your clothes again.

“That was amazing,” you said, giving her another kiss.

“I know,” she replied.

You took her hand leading her out of the janitors closet and towards your next class. From there on out all of you attention was solely given to Cassie.

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kqmilka · 2 years ago

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Closet Hook-up

SUMMARY: You and Eddie have a quickie in the janitors closet instead of going to Bio class.

GENRE: Smut

WARNING: Praise kink, spit kink, semi-public sex, oral f! receiving, no use of y/n, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, quickie, dirty talk... etc.

Mrs. Clerks class, Biology.

Oddly enough you liked Biology, not all of it, but you enjoyed learning about some of the subjects in it, like the human body, the anatomy and how it works. But you hated the tests, like that test you had last week, where you had to name all the muscles in the human body; she'd give extra credit points if you could explain their functions.

There are about 600 muscles in the human body, the three main types of muscle include skeletal, smooth and cardiac. The brain, nerves and skeletal muscles work together to cause movement – collectively known as the neuromuscular system.

You actually flunked that test. By like one mark, and it was a real pain because when you pleaded for an extra mark...

"I should've 'studied' more, is what she said to me." You snarled.

"Her pregnancy hormones are seriously up to here for me." you place your finger tips to the side of your neck, imitating a beheading. Eddie was leaning his elbow down on the table's surface, his palm resting on his cheek as he listened to your ranting. "I mean she was this super chill teacher till she got a baby fucked into her by her husband who is having an affair with her, not my problem by the way, but she's blowing that steam off on ME." You huff, "If anything, she should be doing it to her whore of a husband, I'm just trying to get through senior year and leave this shit-hole, having graduated!"

"Yeah, what a total bitch." Eddie hypes you up, his smile is contagious, you can't help but smile back. "Stop smiling like that, dork." You bite your lip in attempt to hide your smile but it wasn't working.

It was lunch time, you sat at the 'Hellfire table' (as everyone called it), next to Gareth, Eddie sat to your right. "That really sucks man, I on the other hand passed my bio test yesterday." Gareth takes a bite out of his apple, you scrunch your face at him in disbelief. "I will circumcise your balls."

"How would you even do tha-"

"Can we not talk about circumcisions and dicks at the lunch table—where I eat my meals and where I am eating right now?" Dustin cuts off. "Yeah where are my manners? Let's talk about vaginas instead!" Your eyebrows lifted up, lips forming a wide open grin. "Literally get hit by a bus." Dustin took a bite of his sandwich, you gasp dramatically, "Oh my god, I'm gonna tell mom you're being mean again."

"And I'll tell her you smoke weed."

"Touché." Eddie blurts out, amused by the banter.

"Love you too, Dusty-bun." You look down at your cola can, sensing the 'jaw-dropping' expression on Dustin's face by his sudden gasp. "I will tell mom you snuck Eddie into your room past midnight."

"You know about that?" Eddie turns his head to face Dustin.

"You'd think a 5'10" guy climbing up the roof wouldn't attract any suspicion or attention from the residents inside the house? I'm not deaf."

"Okay enough, this is starting to sound like an intervention, let it go, forgive and forget." You pucker your lips, stretching your arms across the table and reach for Jeff's candy bar, "Mars~ I love Mars bars." You cheer happily, but Jeff smacks your hand away before you could take it, "Did no one teach you that stealing is bad."

"I thought we were buddies Jeff~" You sulk, "C'mon"

"No."

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

"No, no and no!" You and Jeff stare off at each other, the tension building between you, you wanted that chocolate but Jeff wasn't backing down. But you weren't raised to be no quitter. Game on.

"Is that Jason in a pink tutu skirt?" You look to the side of Jeff, your expression widens; and just like that, you trap the fly in the... trap.

Right as he turns his head, you snatch the bar from his tray. "Yess! Idiot." You boast your victory. Flipping him off playfully and unwrapping the bar.

But just like that, lunch was over and back to class you go. You had Biology, what a coincidence. Exceptionally not looking forward to it as you have an eye to pick with Mrs. Clerks. Having ruined your Friday, she'd gonna ruin your Monday too.

And Eddie knew that, he also knew how to take the heat off you, involving his needy cock and pussy-drunk tongue.

He leaned against the locker beside yours as you took out your textbook, giving him side glances while you shoved some things back in the locker. "What do you want-"

"What? Are you implying I want something? Or is this your way of saying you want something from... me?" He traces circles on the locker, batting his eyelashes at you innocently. "Okay, you've made it even clearer that you want something, so say it." You giggle. "Wanna skip? Get high, explore each others bodies?" He asks the climactic question, to which you pause for a moment, pretending to think through your answer when deep down you both knew the answer, yet you still hesitated. "I don't know Eddie, I'm not exactly on her good girl list right now." You play with your words, biting your lip. "Fuck Mrs. Clerks, not like you'll miss out on anything important, she spends 90% of her lectures complaining about her pregnancy pains and failing love life." He leans forward, pressing his nose against yours. "Let's ditch getting high and just fuck." He looks at you, with such a soft expression, in contrast to his vulgar and needy request, he looked so cute.

You flick between looking at his eyes and lips before responding, "Okay."

So here you were, getting your pussy eaten out by your favourite metal-head boyfriend in the janitors closet.

"Fuuck-" You whimper under your breath, your hands holding Eddie in place between your legs, his tongue swirling around your vulva, teasing around your clit. Hovering his tongue over it, not enough to actually create any friction but it riled you up, made you so needy. "You want me to eat this pussy of mine and make you cum?" Your eyes meet his.

"Yess... Eddie, please." You moan, thrusting your hips upward slightly, just enough to bump the tip of his tongue on your most sensitive spot. He could've easily pulled away but he didn't, and you were so grateful he hadn't. He let you grind on his tongue, sticking it out just for you to use him for your own pleasure. But you were starting to get frustrated and impatient, needing more, needing him to take over. He knows how to make you feel ways even you can't do on your own, with your own body.

Your silent pleads were fulfilled when Eddie dove straight into your pussy, moaning and sucking on your clit, your eyebrows furrow and your lips part into a small 'o'. "Fuck- Ohmygod, just like that, keep doing that Eds-." Your whines turning him on even more. Like it couldn't get any better, oh, but it does.

"Baby, spit in my mouth." Eddie opens his mouth wider, slipping his wet tongue out further as you complied. You spit, noticing a faint whine escape his lips before he licks your pussy again. The mix of your juices, his spit, your spit—all creating the raunchiest sounds which bounced off the cramped closet's walls.

Eddie moved further down, sticking his tongue into your hole; while he motioned his head left and right, his nose flicking your clit.

Your moans grew heavier, getting closer to your climax. While Eddie indulged himself in humping your left leg, in desperation to stimulate his aching boner.

Your hands traveled down to his head, pulling at his curly hair; pressing him further against your aching cunt. He'd happily suffocate between you, he loved eating you out, tasting you and intoxicating himself in your aroma. He was a pussy-drunk man, what else was there to say?

He pauses, which makes you look down to see why he stopped. His eyes meet with yours as his breath steadies near your cunt, anticipating for what he will do next. He flattens his tongue; gliding up your wet cunt—hole to clit. Your eyes flicker and you cave into his mouth, feeling his breathing tickle at your skin.

"I want your cock Eddiee.." You whine softly.

"You don't wanna cum in my mouth?" He asks, in a teasing yet desperate way. He gives your clit one last suck before he trailed kisses all around your throbbing cunt; he takes his middle finger and slides it in you. He curls his finger upwards, hitting that spongy spot, making you jolt into him. Moans escape your lips as he thrusts his finger into you. Adding a second one in between his thrusting.

"You gonna come baby?" His mouth still lapping against your sensitive clit. "Yesss... Eddie, I'm so so close please don't stop-" You quiver, feeling your knees give in but Eddie holds you in place, "C'mon princess, cum all over me, use me."

At those words you came, feeling the knot in your stomach snap. Your back arched inwards, legs shaky and your breathing unsteady. Eddie moaned into your pussy, licking you clean, only stopping when you pushed him away. He stands up, his figure leaning into you from above, "enoughh.. Eds." You hitched, looking up at him with doe eyes. Your hand traveled down to his aching bulge as you leaned in to kiss him. You taste your own cum in the kiss, his lips glistened in your juices.

He thrusts into your hand, deepening the kiss while you jerked him through his jeans. "Mmm, I want your cock." You say into the kiss.

Which makes him grins in response, "My cock wants you too, princess." He went down to unbuckle his belt lazily, just enough to loosen it where he could let his jeans sink down. Your hand plays with the band of his boxers, making Eddie groan. "Take it out baby." He trails his kisses from your jaw to neck—leaving wet marks all over.

You do as he says, feeling his cock bounce up. You jerk him off a bit before guiding it to your needy cunt. "I'll make you cum twice." He whispers against your swollen lips, sharing the same breaths.

"Please do." You vert your eyes down, your eyebrows quirk up; biting your lip when you feel Eddie's cock press into your vagina. "Fuuck.." Eddie mutters into your neck. "Just like that, squeeze my cock just like that." he begins thrusting into you, steadying his pace throughout his adjusted thrusting. The shelf unit you were pressed on against wobbled along the rhythm of your colliding hips—tipping some cleaning supplies over.

Eddie moaned softly into your ear, hearing every little grunt, hitch and noise that came from his lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, planting wet kisses anywhere you could. Your legs were wrapped around his waist while Eddie gave you extra support by holding your ass up with his left hand; his right reaching down for your clit.

With smooth motions he rubbed circles on your damp clitoris, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your grip on him tightens and your breathing becomes rapid, "F-faster, rub faster."

To that he quickens his pace on your clit, overwhelming you as you are so so close to coming it becomes unbearable. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, please don't stop I-I'm gonna come—I'm-" Your mind goes blank; gasping for air as you ride your orgasm out, muffling your moans into Eddie's shoulder.

He keeps going though, he's close, feeling his cock pulse inside you.

"Oh- fuuck, you feel so good princess-" His breath hitches, but your moans overlap his from the overstimulation, tears forming in your eyes as you whine on his dick. "Ohmygod—Eddie I can't take it-" Your nails scratch against his back, causing him to grunt. "Shh princess, it's okay, it's okay I'm so close, don't cry." He hushes you gently, his voice shaky and slightly whiny. You could tell he was close by how touchy and intimate he was getting, kissing up your neck all the way to your lips. Moaning into the kiss, he speeds up, creating a reaction out of you. His right hand going to caress your cheek. His eyes gazing into yours, his hair stuck to his skin as sweat formed on his forehead. "You're so beautiful sweetheart." He closed his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, one last thrust before he pulled out, pushing you to your knees.

Your mouth gapes open, taking his cock in as he pumps it a few times before cumming in your mouth. "Juuust like that, swallow it sweetheart." His hand caresses your face; watching you swallow his cum.

"You're so hot when you swallow my babies."

You smile in response, taking his hand to stand up from your knees. You tidy yourselves up, adjusting Eddie's belt for him which he appreciated by the cocky grin which splayed on his face.

Right on-queue the bell rung, taking this opportunity you both hurry to leave the closet. Making your way back to your locker, where Gareth stood leaning against his locker beside yours. Eyeing the both of you, "Didn't see you lovebirds in biology, what were you freaks doing?" He interrogates, his expression filled with over-dramatised suspicion.

"Calm your shit down Gareth, nothing happened." As Eddie says that, he glances over at you, giving you a wink before forwarding his attention back to Gareth, leaving you to prepare for next period.

You bite your lip, reminiscing of the events that happened just minutes before.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #semi public sex #praise #no use of y/n

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ss-wright · 3 years ago

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D&D campaign.

(Eddie x Chrissy)

Chrissy and Eddie sat together at the bench on a Saturday evening, currently having lunch. Eddie knows about her eating disorder and try’s to nurture her carefully.

“Hey, do you have any other hobby’s beside cheerleading?”. He knows she loves cheerleading, but it’s good to have other interests right? “Oh, uhm. Not really.” And that is the truth, under her mom’s influence and the schools expectations she never really gets time to do her own things. “I actually played D&D once. When I was like 8 I mean.” Eddie’s face lights up, and eventually blushes due to thought of her playing D&D. How could Chrissy Cunningham have played the worlds most weirdest game? “No way! So you know the rules?” He asks, opening an idea to himself. “I mean- I probably forgot most of them but, yeah.” She admits through a bit of her salad. Eddie almost falls out his seat, putting his hands on his head. “This is awesome. You need to play with Hellfire sometime.” She smiles “I wish, but I have cheerleading practice when you guys play.” He smirks at her “That is not a problem for your concern Miss Chrissy” She blushes. “Just meet me at the janitors closet at 12:45 ok?” He says while getting of the bench. “But-“ Sh starts, “No buts!” He says while tripping over the leaves. She laughs and stares at him in disbelief. How could she blush over this man?

(Time skip to 12:40)

Chrissy arrived early, fidgeting next to the janitors closet. She feels the eyes of her peers on her. She starts to feel anxious, what would they think of her? If she was seen with Eddie and his club. As she continued to be lost in her own thoughts Eddie walks up, waving a hand in her face. “Hey Chrissy, didn’t think you would have made it.” She looks up at him and smiles, relived she’s not alone anymore.

He walks her to their club room, explaining the the rules on the way. She was, expectedly, confused over the 100 rules, plus, Eddie’s personal rules he made up. He stopped and opened the door, holding it open with one hand and motioning his other for her too walk in. She blushed at his chivalry move and walked through the door. Her eyes widened as the Hellfire club room beamed. Eddies friends, including Nancy Wheelers.. brother? They were laughing and playful yelling at each other, she stared in aw as they talked. “Alright my slaves, settle down. We have a new member!” I present to you.. Lady Chrissy.” She smiled awkwardly as they stared at her, why would Chrissy Cunningham? The queen of Hawkins High, be here?

As Eddie set up the game with them seated around the table, she felt eyes on her, some snickers and whispers. Her face got hot, she tugged on the sides of her cheerleader skirt. Should she leave? She thought to herself. Yes, I don’t belong here, I should get back to cheer practice- Right when she was about to get up from her chair, Eddie started. “You’re on a mission, a big one!” He nearly screamed, hands in the air. She looked at the other members, who were totally invested. She sat awkwardly, listening to only the beginning of this very long night ahead of her.

(Time skip to middle of the game)

Chrissy listened hard to the dungeon master. She was assigned as a Cleric, the party’s healer. Currently they are stuck in the haunted house in the Ghosts of Saltmarsh. One of the party members have been badly hurt by one of the lizard things, she doesn’t remember what their called. Although she healed him, accurately and well. They still give her dirty looks when she proposes an idea. Eddie looks at her empathetically, knowing what it’s like to be left out. “Alright guys, you’re going to need to accept our new cleric, Lady Chrissy, or I’m going to have to end this campaign.” He said crossing his legs with his hands intertwined. The party looks at him, all shouting different versions of; “What? You can’t just end the campaign? She doesn’t know how to play!” Chrissy’s head swims with embarrassment. “ As Eddie reasons with the group, she scans the game and the little figurines spreader across the board throughly, until she notices something. A way to escape, she immediately stands up. “Dungeon master!” They all look at her. “I know.. I know how to escape! She says with all confidence left in her body. Eddie smirks at her and she smiles back.

The party eventually gives in to her idea and they successfully escape. Nancy wheelers brother and his friend congratulates her while the others just sit in shock. She is shocked herself, but proud. She just found her new hobby.

#stranger things #eddissy #justice for chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #oneshot

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 years ago

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The fact that El could have left his school made it even harder and sadder.

They could always have held hands through the hallways. Mike could have put love notes in her locker all the time. They could have spent their lunch together. Mike would always have more than enough eggos in stock just in case, as Hopper doesn't want her to eat too many at once, (but there are days when more are needed.) They could have studied and done homework together. They could have experienced those moments in class when you HAD to suppress a laugh. No matter how difficult it is for you. They could have disrupted class once and surely Mike would have taken all the blame and El would try to do the same another time, but it takes two to make out in the janitor's closet. They would have detention together. They would be one day that couple who get on their friends' nerves bc they can't keep their fingers and lips off each other. (tbh they will be more or less addicted to each other one day. No one can tell me otherwise.) They could have be a normal teenage couple. More or less. The mysterious Jane Hopper and the nerdy Mike Wheeler, whose love story nobody will ever quite know. (apart from the party).

But now I'm not even sure if El will even graduate high school bc yk a lot of shit happened and Vecna is going to come back and attack without a date. And maybe it won't be that bad since Dustin wasn't insulted at the end, but The Hellfire Club in general doesn't have a good reputation. Proving Eddie's innocence is gonna be damn hard and yk.

Dude, this hits so hard. The fact that El might not even graduate high school at the way things are going, shit, man. And you're right!! Mike and El would've been that couple that everyone both loved and hated for the same reasons, the "couple goals" of the high school. I'm not sure they'd all become popular, so to speak, but Mike and El's relationship would be very well known and they've both more than once stuck up for each other pretty intensely if someone tried to say shit about them where they could hear. They'd 100% be a power couple of sorts throughout the school, especially since theyd be together the whole time without much drama all things considered. They'd definitely get in trouble together for sure but they'd never really care. They'd get caught passing notes in class, talking when they shouldn't, but they'd always get good grades (Because with Mike helping El study and learn, why wouldn't she do really well?). And omg, yes, they definitely would be THAT couple. The PDA is strong with these ones, at the very least within the main Party, but there's still plenty of "yep, this one's mine" type of kissing and holding each other so that other people get the message. Especially because instead of how things were in California, El in Hawkins would've been a little more popular, she definitely would've made some friends, or at least encountered people who wanted to be her friends, and definitely caught the eye of more than one guy at school as well. I can just imagine that kind of cliche scene where a couple is walking down the hallway and some people look at one of them with a very "I'm interested in this person in an attractive sense" and then the other person sees it and just very pointedly puts their arm around the other one, but with Mike and El, you know? And then El just laughs at Mike and leans her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. And yeah, man, they'd be all over each other once they got to the point of wanting to do more than just kissing. They'd makeout even more than they already do and the entire Party would yell at them for it all the time 😂😂

But yeah, I get what you mean. And that's even if the rest of the Party goes back to school at all by the end of the next season. Who knows, man. I doubt they'll be making anyone go to school with at least half the residents gone and the town half destroyed. I definitely do hope that if any of them are going to school once again by the end of the season, then the Byers family stays in Hawkins and El gets to go to school with all the others, including Mike. But yeah, Hellfire's reputation probably won't be the best right now, school-wise, but I definitely hope they manage to prove Eddie's innocence, whether he's still alive in the upside down in some way (I will stand by that theory unless proven wrong 😭) or not, because leaving him known as a killer is just really not cool, man

It just all sucks because I want all these little babies to get the normal, happy, teenage life that they deserve but they're not gonna get that because of fucking Vecna and it sucks so much, man. They deserve makeouts in janitor closets and eggos for lunch and barely-able-to-contain-their-laughter moments </3

But anyways, thank you for sharing that with me!!!! It's definitely welcome anytime!!!! Have a great day/night!!! 💜💜💜

#purple_strxnger #purplesxtrangerasks #mileven #mileven hc #mileven headcanons #mileven thoughts

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ultrastarbee · 3 years ago

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Hi hii!! This is the first time I'll be requesting since I'm mostly a silent reader here, and if you don't mind, may I request an Inupi x Fem! Reader?

They both like each other but they always say they hate each other's guts type of dynamics going on.. They always exchange bitter remarks at school where the reader is kinda hot headed but a good person, and Inupi is calm collected guy (which is the reason why reader isn't very fond of him)... And just oneday they just found themselves trapped in a locker/janitor's closet, where a steamy confession happened???

If it's not too much, can you add Koko being Koko in the background??

You don't have to do this so feel free to ignore!! Btw I love your blog because it's so cute and comfy to visit (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)

Oh my! Then we shall welcome you as best as we can, honey! You are so sweet! Please, tag alog whenever you want. I will always do my best for you too. I'm so happy you liked my blog since it's just a lot of things I love.

You will get my first Inupi x reader and I do believe he deserves more love. And Koko being Koko, yeah, I get what you said. This request reminded me a little about Toradora. I miss the anime, it was cute.

Title: Koko's bet Request: yesss Couple: Inupi x fem!Reader Category: fluffy Content Warning: Word Count: 691 Summary: you and Inupi hate each other's guts untill Koko comes up with his wicked plans A/N: this is too good help

MASTERLIST ....... RULES ....... SERIES LIST

Your are known around the school for having a short temper. Because of that you were always fighting or arguing with someone, but you have a major foe with who you engage in conflict everyday. Inupi has the special ability to break your cool with his calm and collected attitude. And because you two are very lucky you are lockers neighbors, he sits besides you at class, his name comes right after yours on the class list and you two always eat lunch at the same table because of your mutual friends.

"So we have eight on Y/n, five on Inupi and two on amends" Kokonoi was making notes on a black notebook.

"What's that about?" Inupi asks and the other people at the table vanished leaving you alone with them "and why am I losing to her?".

"Cuz you are a loser" your sour voice mocks him.

"We made bets about you two" Koko explains as if it was normal.

"You bet on me, right?" Inupi was trying to see his friend's notes. Koko remains quiet "Right, Koko?"

"Even your friend knows you don't stand a chance!" you laugh going back to class.

Kokonoi checks his notes again. It's so easy to fool some suckers. He already knows which option is gonna win, so he writes his name on the right one. You two just need a push and that's what Koko is going to do. Being the sweetheart he is Kokonoi already has a plan to win the bet. Since today is yours and Inupi's day to clean the class, he will make you two spend some time alone together. He is also supposed to help, but Koko is so unlucky! He got hurt. Poor Koko.

"Your friend is lying" you complain as if it was Inupi's fault.

"I know" he frowns.

"Good! I'm gonna get a broom"

"No way, you're going to run away as well" Inupi stands up. He won't let you get away without helping.

"You will!" you also stand up and soon you're both running to the janitor's closet "Won't let you win, blondie".

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Inupi is trying to pull the broom from your hands.

And then there's a click. Kokonoi is looking at you two through the small window at the door.

"You greedy bitch, let me out so I can kick your balls" you are shaking the door trying to open it.

"No way" Koko laughs mischievous.

"Koko, please" Inupi takes a deep breath.

"For a hundred I can get you out" Koko sits on the ground right in front of the door "untill then you both will be there".

"A hundred punches? Okay, I can give it to you right now" you growl still shaking the door.

Koko is humming outside the door and ignoring you both. There's no way talking him into freeing you and Inupi.

"It's all your fault"

"How this is my fault?" you stare at Inupi without following his train of thought.

"You were trying to leave all the work for me"

"No way. You were the one trying to leave!" your loud voice makes him step back.

"I hate your guts. Always loudly annoying" Inupi sure is angry now, but this time it's not your fault, is it? He leans over the wall still looking at you.

"And what about you, huh? No one is so collected!" you are face to face with him, both fervently arguing.

"Fucking tired of your attitude" Inupi holds you by your clothes.

"What, gonna hit me?"

"Kinda" he pulls you closer and touch his lips with yours.

"What the hell, Inupi?" you loudly ask him.

"I'm so-"

"If you do, at least do it right, loser" coming closer again you hold him agains the wall now full in a deep kiss.

You only stop when hear a chuckle coming from the door. You can see Koko's eyes and forehead through the window watching you two.

"I won" Koko laughs throwing the closet key through the door's window.

Koko is smart. He knows he needed the extra time so he could run away from you two.

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers headcannons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #bee!writing #inui x reader #inupi imagines #inupi fluff #inupi headcanons #inupi x reader #inupi x y/n #inupi x you

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c0ldpl4ys · 3 years ago

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🐞! . . 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

Being in a secret relationship with Eddie as the most popular girl in hawkins high .. 🗯

“Sooo, wanna date or wha-” "Yeah, sure 🙄 “

Started with a random hook-up that got Eddie Munson tangled into a secret relationship with the most popular girl in hawkins high

Constantly reassuring this nervous and conscious boy that eating pizza in his trailer, is better than attending a stupid party

Rolling your eyes at him when he winks at you during lunch for show

^^ Having a make out session minutes later at the janitors closet..

You’re afraid that a relationship with the Hawkins freak is gonna drain your reputation (Eddie worries that you’ll trade him for fame anytime)

Eddie fantasizing of going up to you in your cheerleader bench and just kiss you in front of everyone (might lead to a break up)

Screaming and fighting every second in his trailer after his uncle leaves

“You’re the one that decided to date me!” “Yeah! I really wish I didn’t Eddie!”

hug and kiss like two losers afterwards :3

Dustin shocked the first time he saw u leave Eddie’s trailer (tried to protect Eddie because he thinks you’re there to make fun of him)

“WE’RE DATING DUDE, CALM DOWN!” “EWW, but hell yeah we are”

fun set aside, Eddie really cares for you and can’t wait to have a relationship where you won’t be ashamed to hold his hand while you both walk through the halls together.

Assuring him that you both don’t need to, bcz you find it find having to hide something

HUGS AND KISSING !!

PS: one of your friends found a cute polaroid picture of you and him taped to your mirror, but decided not to tell anyone bcz you’d kill them.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson preference #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #EDDIE IS CONSCIOUS AND CUTE ALR #I'D EAT PIZZA OUT HIS FINGERS LIKE A PET BOWL #eddie my beloved #choke me eddie #eddie #munson #is #my #cat

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mysticpuma · 3 years ago

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DannyMay Day 2: No One Knows AU - “What Happened to Danny?”

Category: General

Rating: Teens and Up

Summary: Danny has been distant for a while, and Sam, Tucker and Jazz just want to figure out what happened.

Warnings: Vague references to physical/sexual abuse, though not depicted and only as a character’s panicked tangent as explanation for Danny’s weird behaviour.

AO3

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“This is getting ridiculous…” Sam grumbled, stabbing a sad, wilted lettuce leaf with her fork with enough aggression to make the poor thing practically disintegrate. “What the hell did we do to make him act like this? He’s been avoiding us for nearly a month.”

Tucker let out a sigh, pushing his slop-that-was-supposedly-meat around on the plastic tray with a weak grip on his own fork. The school cafeteria food had never been especially pleasant to eat, but that wasn’t what was stopping him now. It was the reminder that his best friend hadn’t sat with them in so long. They didn’t know where he went at lunch; they’d tried the outdoor picnic area, the classrooms, they’d even checked the janitor’s closet a couple of times. But no sign of Danny. It was as if he vanished into thin air at the end of any class they shared together, and all their attempts to find him or catch him to just talk to him, to ask him what happened and why he refused to be anywhere near them, ended the same. “I dunno, Sam. No argument I’ve ever had with Danny has gone like this. He’s not good at hiding how he feels, you know? Neither of us are.”

The goth looked to her geeky friend with a frown on her face, but her eyes were cold and sad. “Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding us? So he can’t give it away?”

“Give away what though? We’ve never kept things from each other.” They were supposed to be best friends, joined at the hip, sharing everything. But overnight that connection had vanished. Danny was never online anymore, didn’t reply to his texts, didn’t even look at him if he did spot him for a split second in the hallways. “I feel like somehow I must’ve upset him, for him to not tell me what’s going on.”

“Except he’s avoiding me too.” Sam groused. Sometimes it was hard not to see herself as a third wheel to Danny and Tucker, but when the two boys had argued in the past, she’d been the mediator, the bridge between them, knitting the two together again with a well placed scolding or hug, depending on the situation. But right now, Danny was avoiding her too. Even when she’d been alone in school a few weeks ago because Tucker had been ill, Danny hadn’t appeared. She’d expected him to sidle up to her as if nothing was wrong and to go through their usual game of her slowly trying to needle out of him what had gone on, until she could figure out which one of them had been the most bone-headed, knock some sense into them and go back to normal.

But it hadn’t happened. Danny had still hurried away from class, he’d still turned a corner when he caught her staring out of the corner of his eye, and he’d still seemed to vanish off the face of the earth when she tried to look for him.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Tucker mumbled. Sam shook her head, her shoulders sagging.

“You don’t need to apologise, Tucker.” She knew this was hitting him even harder than her. If the silent treatment was making Sam’s heart feel like it was in a vice grip, it was probably putting Tucker’s in a hydraulic press.

Silence washed over them like a tidal wave, turning the murmurs and shouts of the cafeteria into radio static as the two each stared down at their food as though it might coalesce into an answer, a sign, an indication that they hadn’t entirely lost their friend.

“Um… Sam? Tucker?” They both snapped to attention at the voice. The red-headed older Fenton flinched back slightly as their heads turned to her in perfect unison, but she held her nerve. “Danny’s been weird with you both too… right?” The friends exchanged an unreadable look, then turned to Jazz once more and nodded mutely, simultaneously. Slender fingers gripped the edges of the plastic tray to a point that her knuckles turned white. “And neither of you can figure out what’s going on either?” A swift, synchronized shake of their heads. Jazz’s shoulders lowered a little. “Sorry for disturbing you…” She looked down at the food on her tray, her stomach doing a little flip at the slop that practically matched the plastic in hue. As she turned to leave, a hand suddenly closed around her arm. Though the grip was undeniably strong, it wasn’t enough that she couldn’t break out if she was set on leaving. She looked to the owner of the hand; Sam.

“He’s been avoiding you too?” She asked, softly. Jazz nodded, and Sam’s grip loosened as she bit her lip. “Did anything happen at home? With your parents?” She patted the bench beside her.

“Not that I know of…” Jazz murmured as she took a seat. “I don’t think they’ve argued at all. And our parents are always a bit…” She trailed off, unable to find a word in her vast vocabulary that could possibly encompass everything wrong with their parents. They were overbearing, but neglectful; painfully enthusiastic about anything ghostly, but completely uninterested in their children; the smartest people Jazz knew, and also the stupidest people on the planet. They weren’t definable in easy terms, in any terms. “The only thing that’s changed around the house is that weird ‘portal’.” She practically spat the word; her parents had spent years on that thing, left her to suddenly become surrogate parent to her little brother because they were too busy with a portal to some other dimension to pay attention to what was going on in this one.

Jazz still wasn’t even sure what to make of that stupid thing. Sure, it glowed and swirled and looked like every description of a mystical portal she’d ever read. It was unfathomable, beautiful and hideous all at once, and it made no sense. But she wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, weird lighting and weirder technology. She hadn’t seen a single ghost in the month since it had supposedly ‘opened’.

She paused, her brows knitting together in thought. “The portal…” She breathed. How long had Danny been off with her? With his friends? “When did Danny start… avoiding you two?”

“Uh… about a month ago, give or take.” Tucker offered, when Sam could do nothing but raise an eyebrow.

A month. The portal had ‘opened’ a month ago. Was that when Danny had started acting weirdly? It was hard to tell, concretely. It wasn’t as if she spent every waking moment paying attention to him like she’d had to before. He was a teenager now, fully capable of looking after himself, and he’d insisted as much to her over and over and over, with varying degrees of frustration or worry to his face and voice each time. Eventually, she had accepted that she could return to a vaguely teenage life herself, though she still tried to make sure she was available for Danny when he needed someone; because their parents sure as hell weren’t going to be. Had she really missed such a glaring correlation? Had his behaviour shifted when the portal opened? And if it had… why?

“Jazz…?” The red-head snapped her gaze up to meet two sets of confused and concerned eyes.

“Sorry. I was just thinking… It’s possible that he started acting off when my parents finally got the portal open.” Her voice hitched over the word still, like a pot-hole in the road.

“Then… he’s upset with them?”

“Maybe, but he’s avoided them before, when they’ve done particularly stupid stuff, and he’s still been able to talk to me when that happens. This just doesn’t match his regular pattern.”

Tucker pointed his fork at her. “That’s what I’ve been saying! He doesn’t avoid everyone like this.”

Sam let out a long, drawn-out, sigh. “So what’s making him angry at all of us?”

“I’m not sure angry is the right description, to be perfectly honest.” Jazz slipped into her ‘therapist’ tone, the tone she used with Spike, when she was trying to analyze an emotional response without drawing herself into it. “His behaviour leans more towards nerves. Fear, perhaps.”

“He’s… scared of us?” Sam asked, disbelief colouring her words. “Why would he be scared of us?”

“You can be pretty scary when you’re angry, Sam.” Tucker tried for a cheeky grin, but the curl of his lips was wrong, and he just looked like he was in pain.

Sam turned an icy glare on him. “Not the time, Tucker.”

The boy lowered his head. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think he’s scared of us, per say.” Jazz puzzled. “Perhaps he’s scared of our reactions to whatever’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a glance. “That doesn’t make sense.” Sam said. “Danny knows he can tell us anything. We’ve proved that before.” She was including Jazz in that assessment, and she could tell, because she knew what Sam was talking about.

She remembered the day that Danny had told her he was a boy clearly in her mind, the fear in his eyes, the shake in his little hands… And she remembered hugging him and telling him she was proud of him for telling her, that she loved him no matter what. That he was her little brother and she would always be there for him as his big sister. She remembered him coming home from school the next day with a watery, but bright, smile on his face and telling her that his friends had listened just like she had. She remembered all three of them standing with him in solidarity as he’d told their parents about it too.

Danny should know they’d all be there for him. But did he? Just because it was obvious to them, didn’t mean that it would be to Danny.

Jazz let out an exasperated puff of air. What could make him so afraid of telling them? She clenched her hand into a fist as words from her textbooks crawled across her vision, and shook her head as she tried to swallow the lump threatening to form in her throat. No, he’d tell me if someone had… hurt him. She’d always made sure to impress on him the urgency of that. That if anyone touched him, he was to tell her. Because then she could help. And he’d nodded and promised. Surely he wouldn’t…

People don’t do logical things when they’ve been hurt. Jazz’s mind reminded her, and her stomach began to fill with lead. “What if… something bad happened? What if it’s nothing to do with the portal, and just happened around the same time?” She whispered, her voice barely more than a breath on the wind, afraid that if she spoke it, it might manifest in material reality.

Sam and Tucker both went rigid in their seats. “No… it couldn’t… no… He’d… he’d tell us, right?” Sam’s voice was faltering, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled in her eyes. “He’d at least tell you… Or… or Tucker…”

“Would he, though?” Tucker mumbled. “I dunno if I could, if… if that happened.”

Without warning, Jazz bolted from the table, her bag and lunch left behind as she hurried from the cafeteria. Burning bile built up in her throat, tears stung in her eyes, the world fading away into a blurry facsimile of itself. Somehow, she managed to navigate to the toilets just in time to fling herself over a basin and expel the thin contents of her stomach. It was mostly bile, acidic and watery, forcing its way out of her as she wretched. Tears spilled down her cheeks and feel into the bowl, vanishing into the acrid liquid.

She vaguely felt someone pull her hair out of the way as she wretched. She couldn’t think, see, hear… nothing felt real. Could she really have been so blind that something that horrific had happened to her baby brother and she hadn’t noticed? What sort of sister am I?

The bell rang somewhere in the fog, but she was still trapped over the basin, still retching, still bawling her eyes out over it all.

She knew, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, that she was leaping to conclusions. That it wasn’t helpful; she could be wrong. She tried to remember that, tried to repeat that in her mind. I could be wrong. She’d never wanted to be wrong before, but she was begging, pleading whatever deity might listen to her that she was. Not that she believed in any of them, so they’d hardly hear her prayer, even if she could speak right now, which she couldn’t because somehow bile was still pouring out of her.

As the retching finally slowed, she registered a cool hand on her back, and she used the feeling to pull herself out of her panic. Grounded herself gradually, with jumbled attempts to find five things she could see. Hands, toilet, cubicle wall… She moved on before she hit five, unable to see anything else and unable to turn her head with how dizzy she felt. What could she feel? Cold hand, cold basin, hard floor… Still not quite enough, not the four she needed, but it would do. What could she hear? Sloshing water, muffled movement outside, my own breathing. Better, she was starting to feel better. Smell now… I smell disinfectant and vomit. And taste… I can taste the bile on my tongue.

Present once more, Jazz reached up for the toilet roll dispenser, only for the hand to leave her back and pass her some tissue when it became clear that her shaking hands wouldn’t be able to reach. “Th-thank you.” She paused at the sight of the hand in front of her. She’d been expecting Sam’s slender fingers and painted nails, but these hands were more familiar… Still slender, but clumsier, with chipped nails where he’d bitten them time after time in his usual poor way of handling anxiety. “Danny?” She turned to see familiar blue eyes watching her worriedly. He gulped.

“You uh… You came into the wrong bathroom.” He muttered, letting out a huff that was supposed to be a laugh. Jazz stared at him for a moment, then registered the contraptions behind him, outside the cubicle. Oh.

But her eyes wouldn’t leave his face. Paler than he normally was, dark rings under his eyes, sadness clinging to deep blue irises, dulling their brightness. She gulped, and swiped across her mouth with the balled up tissue he’d handed her, tossing it haphazardly behind her, hoping it went in the basin but not really caring. This was the closest she’d been to Danny in a month, the closest he’d allowed her. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight.

She grasped his hand tightly, and he stumbled back a little, but not enough to pull away. His eyes widened, and there - I was right… he’s scared. The way he was suddenly shaking, the desperation in his eyes, the way his breathing had turned shallow… He was terrified.

“Danny… What happened…?” She asked, her voice broken. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but it wasn’t about her. Danny had been suffering, something had been eating away at him, and he hadn’t felt safe enough to talk to anyone about it, not even to her. She didn’t want to entertain all the different possible reasons that raced through her head. Danny tried to pull away, but Jazz tightened her grip on his hand. “Please, Danny… We’re all worried.”

The boy looked down at his feet, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I don’t… I… I can’t…”

“You can tell me anything. Anything, Danny. Please. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” It made her stomach lurch again as she pleaded with him, begging him to remember the promise he made. “If someone hurt you-”

Danny’s eyes snapped back up to her in horror. “No! Oh god, no… No, Jazz, it’s nothing like that. I promise it’s not. Nobody did anything to me.” She watched him carefully for tells, for hints that he was lying to her, but she found nothing. Her shoulders slackened slightly, and she only then noticed just how much tension she’d been holding onto, as her shoulders burned from exertion and strain.

“Then… what is it? Sam, Tucker and I are worried about you, Danny. Please…” She begged him. Danny gulped.

A long moment passed between them, their eyes locked together. Finally, after what felt like years, Danny’s own shoulders dropped a little. “After school. I’ll meet you, Sam and Tucker at your car… I’ll tell you everything… okay?”

Jazz’s grip on her brother’s hand tightened further. “You promise? Promise me.”

Danny sighed. “I promise.” She loosened her grip on his hand, but he didn’t let go. “Are you gonna be okay, Jazz?” He asked her.

She nodded, and allowed him to pull her up from the floor. She wobbled for just a moment, and he leaned against her to stabilize her. Since when was he this cold? She wondered. Once she was standing on her own, Danny turned back to the cubicle and flushed away the grim remnants of her breakfast. He stayed by her side as she left the bathroom, glad that the noise of people moving to class had dulled, because nobody was out there to see her exit the boys bathroom.

Her gaze found Sam and Tucker, stood outside the cafeteria with her bag, and she turned to pull Danny along with her, but froze.

He was gone.

Jazz gulped down the bile that tried to rise in her throat again. He promised… She reminded herself, and forced her limbs to carry her over to Sam and Tucker.

“Thank you for grabbing my bag… I’m sorry…” She said, softly. Sam held the bag out to her with a strained smile.

“You okay?” Tucker asked.

“I’m… uh…” Okay wasn’t right. Good wasn’t right. Bad wasn’t right. “Coping.” That was all she could sum it up as, really. “Sorry for running out like that…”

The two shook their heads, but it was Sam that stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the older teen. “It’s okay. I was pretty close to that reaction myself…”

She wanted to tell them that Danny had been there, had told her it was nothing like that. But they’d never believe her. Not when he’d vanished into thin air again. Maybe he was still in the bathroom, maybe he’d silently gone down the corridor when she’d been distracted. She didn’t imagine she’d find him. She didn’t know if he’d even show up after school…

She had to hope though. “Um… we should get to class. Do you two want a lift home later? As thanks for… this.” She held up the bag meekly. It was a poor excuse, but she needed them there. If Danny did show up, they deserved to be there, they deserved to know. It took a moment, but eventually the two nodded. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks again.” She was saying too many ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s, she knew. Her brain was too jumbled to say much else.

Not one of the three were able to focus in class. Tucker stared at the back of Danny’s head in Math instead of at the board, at the awkward way he was holding himself, and the flinch when he took notes. He was in pain, and all the worst case scenarios rushed through Tucker’s mind, keeping him from hearing what the teacher was talking about. He nearly ended up with detention for it. Sam was nervously sketching in the margins of her history book, trying to keep herself calm, trying not to think about why Danny wasn’t talking to them, trying not to imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to cause him to shut himself away so completely. And Jazz stared out of the window, towards the parking lot… willing each second to tick by faster. She just needed to know what had happened to her baby brother.

Jazz was first to her car, and she tried to ignore the rock in her stomach as she waited. If Tucker and Sam weren’t there yet, why would Danny be? Surely he wouldn’t break his promise… He’d be there, surely.

Sam arrived next, looking as hollow as Jazz felt. Despite Danny’s words, she couldn’t shake the fear that something really had happened, that he’d lied.

When Tucker arrived, Jazz balled her hand into a fist. Where was-

“Hey guys.” The three whirled around to see Danny emerging from behind a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He had his hands shoved so far into his pockets that it was a wonder he hadn’t punched a hole in them. He had his head bowed, his eyes refused to meet any of theirs.

“Danny…?” Sam and Tucker whispered simultaneously.

“In the flesh.” He said with a surprisingly dark laugh. Where’s the joke? Jazz had always prided herself on getting her brother’s bad puns, but there was no pun… There was no joke. Why are you laughing? “Um… can we talk somewhere private?” Sam, Tucker and Jazz glanced at each other. Would any of their houses suffice? Probably not. “My room is fine. Mom and Dad will probably be in the lab anyway. If that’s cool with you guys?” Jazz saw through it straight away; he wanted to be in a safe place, a place where both he felt safe, and where they would all feel safe. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. He’s here.

There was a palpable relief in the nods that he received in answer, and Jazz gestured to the car. “You want shotgun, little brother?” He managed to smile at her.

The car-ride was silent, and awkward. Jazz didn’t feel right turning the radio on, but the silence weighed heavy on all their shoulders. Danny was picking at his nails, wearing them down further to the point that Jazz was worried he’d make them bleed. But she couldn’t take her hands off the wheel to stop him, and the atmosphere inside the car was so thick with tension that she couldn’t force a word out of her mouth to tell him to stop.

Her car screeched when she parked it outside FentonWorks. The hinge creaked as she opened the door and stepped out. Her shoes clapped against the pavement. Her arm felt heavy as she reached for the front door handle. Four pairs of eyes roamed over the living area, dark and lifeless, and settled on the door to the lab. It was open, as always - Jazz never understood why they even had the door if they never intended to shut it - and familiar sounds of clanging metal reverberated up the stairs. Danny was right, they were in the lab. Again.

The boy in question was already climbing the stairs, but had paused when he noticed none of the others following him. Blue eyes blinked at them, and Jazz felt a chill go over her. She wanted to know what was causing her brother to pull away from her, that was definitely true. But… she was also scared to find out. Scared that there was nothing she could do to help him, that maybe that was the reason he hadn’t told her.

She forced herself to follow him, and her movement spurred Sam and Tucker as well. Danny offered the three a weak smile, before continuing to lead the way.

He opened his bedroom door and stood aside, gesturing for them all to file in before him. They did, silent and tense. Sam’s hands were balled into fists, her nails carving crescents into her palm as a way to keep herself from blowing up at Danny - she wanted so desperately to yell at him for making them worry so much, for not trusting them. But she held it back. It wouldn’t help. He’d just pull away again. So she kept her fists clenched and her lips tightly closed, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as another way to ground herself. Beads of metallic liquid bubbled up from the flesh, but she didn’t loose her hold.

Tucker had put his PDA away, knowing he’d retreat to it in an instant if it was in his hands. Instead, he had his beret in his hands, pulling and stretching the fabric to try and keep his emotions under control.

Jazz had no such grounding technique. She was left drifting somewhat as she entered Danny’s room. The same as always, no changes; still the pile of laundry in the corner that he hadn’t bothered to bring down for her or Mom to wash, a pile of books on his desk, all about space. But where that pile would normally be changing constantly, as he devoured each new book with voracity, this pile had a layer of dust blanketing it. It hadn’t changed in weeks…

Each of them situated themselves somewhere in the room. Sam took a bean-bag. Tucker sat on the bed. Jazz pulled the desk chair out. Danny closed the door softly, and then remained standing in front of them.

“So… Um… Sorry, first off. Yeah, I should definitely start with sorry.” Sam bit her lip harder to avoid interrupting him. “I know I’ve been… weird lately. I didn’t… I should have realized you’d all worry. Sorry.” He wasn’t looking at any of them, his eyes instead trained on his shoes, taking in the precise way that they had begun to yellow at the edges, and the scuff he’d gotten on the right one on the first day he’d got them, as was typical of the first day wearing nice new shoes. “I uh… I’m not sure where to start with it all, to be honest. It’s kind of… a lot.” He looked up briefly to take in the expressions of the three, and bit his lip. He couldn’t beat around the bush, or they’d jump to all kinds of conclusions, conclusions that he didn’t want them to have to think about. All he could do was rip the band-aid off, and hope they gave him the time of day to let him fully explain. “Basically… I kind of… turnedontheportalwhileIwasinsideandmostlysortofdied!” He spat it all out in a stream of words that didn’t even really make sense to him.

He watched the expressions in the room morph to confusion as they tried to make sense of the jumbled syllables, then… one by one… the pieces slid into place, and their eyes widened.

“You… mostly… sort of… died!?” It was Sam who broke the silence, her anger too much to contain, though now it didn’t have anywhere to go. She wanted to scream at him, but if what he was saying was true… No, I can’t be angry at him for that.

“It’s hard to explain. I don’t really get it. I’m definitely still alive. I’ve got a pulse and everything. But um… Well…” He let himself transform, refusing to look at any of them as he felt himself begin to hover above the floor. “I think I’m also a ghost?”

Jazz’s hand was gripping Danny’s desk like it was her only life-line. Maybe it was. This couldn’t be real. Her little brother couldn’t be… dead. Or… half dead? But there he was… floating. A ghost. A real, actual ghost. Their parents were right. Ghosts existed. And one was right in front of her. Her little brother was a ghost and she hadn’t noticed him die! She couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than the scenarios she’d imagined. She halted that thought process, deeming it unhelpful. She focused instead on her little brother, floating before her, looking the same and yet so different… he was wearing something oddly familiar… “That suit… That’s…” It wasn’t quite as she remembered seeing it when she and Danny had been dragged through lab safety - her own suit was precisely the same as her Mom’s because she’d shown no interest in physical science, preferring psychology, but Danny wanted to be an astronaut, so they’d made him a suit specially, in a style that might fit someone working on a space program. But it was flipped now, like his hair was… Finally, her brain processed the first part of what Danny had said in such a rush. I turned on the portal while I was inside. He’d put on the suit, he’d listened to their safety instructions and taken them on board and this had still happened. “Oh Danny…”

“For a dead guy, you’re looking pretty good.” Tucker murmured, but his usual mirth missing from his voice, and the attempted joke ended up sounding far worse than it had in his mind.

“Oh my god, Tucker, what the hell?” Sam turned to him with an incredulous look on her face, but there was a release in the statement, and it released the tension from her frame.

And Danny laughed. His smile only briefly touched his eyes, but it was enough to finally break the tension that had settled over the room. He was okay. He was here. And he’d told them. This was a lot to take in, and Jazz would make sure they all processed it in the proper, healthy ways. But for now… As the three of them stood and pulled Danny back down to the floor and wrapped him up in their arms, they were at least happy that he wasn’t hiding it from them anymore. They could help now.

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AN: I don’t even know if this is any good... It ended up a bit rushed in the hopes of getting it actually posted today. I don’t think I’ll be keeping up any kind of momentum tbh XD

#dannymay2022 #dannyphantom #no one knows AU #fanfiction #fanfic

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tetsunormous · 4 years ago

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Provoking the captain

pairing: dom!Kuroo x f!reader

genre: smut (18+), established relationship

word count: 2.4 k

warning: swearing, fingering, choking, daddy kink, exhibitionism (?), edging, clit spanking, degradation

You and Kuroo have been together for a few months now. It was routine for the two of you to have lunch together with the team, and you could tell how happy it made him to know you get along so well with his teammates. He gets jealous quite easily, although he completely trusts you, so it’s hard for him not to feel some type of way when you go off joking around with the rest of the boys.

You were feeling a little bratty today and before you went your separate ways after lunch, knowing fully well you didn’t give him as much attention as he’d like, you grab Kuroo’s tie and pull him close enough that your lips barely touch.

It’s clear his team was watching with wide eyes, you look up at him before softly saying, “I’ll see you in class, make sure you pay attention, yea?”

You pull away with a faint smirk resting on your lips before turning to the team, “I’ll come by practice later, see you soon!”, and with that you start walking away knowing teasing Testsu like that will definitely come back to bite your ass later.

Kuroo stood there shocked that his baby girl would act out like this infront of other people, but he was also in awe of your confidence. That all changed when he heard Yamamoto and Lev snickering about how you have their captain wrapped around your pretty little finger.

“Oi! Who knew sweet little y/n was actually in charge” Yaku says, knowing it would egg Kuroo on further.

“Get your asses to class! If any of you show up late to practice I’m making you run extra”, and with that Kuroo walks away to the sound of Kenma’s snickers in the back.

It's the last period and you both have chemistry together. Normally he’s very good at staying focused but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him constantly fidgeting and scrunching up his nose. “Are you okay, Tetsu? You seem a little distracted today” you ask as you rest your hand on his thigh.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing right now, but you know how I feel about you getting so close to others, especially right in front of me”, he turns towards you and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “you didn’t give me any attention at lunch, and you top it off with a tease in front on my team? You really are my naughty girl aren't you chibi-chan?”

“Is that what I did? I’m sorry Tetsu” you say before shyly smiling, “maybe you can tell me more about what I did wrong after class, okay daddy?”

At this point, you knew you were screwed but watching your boyfriend’s eyes darken never fails to get you excited.

The rest of class went by slower than you hoped but the not so secretive glances Kuroo kept making made it entertaining to say the least. You tried your hardest not to pay him any attention, but the way his leg was bouncing against yours told you what you already knew. Practice was going to be different today.

The two of you start packing up your books as the bell rings and he’s already standing behind you with his large hand caressing your side.

“You better be good and finish your homework while I’m in practice chibi-chan, I’m not sure you’ll have time to complete it later after your little games earlier” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

“Is that a threat, or a promise Tetsu?”

You could taste the lust in his voice, “My pretty girl, I promise I’m going to fuck some manners into you”

And with that he leads you out of the classroom and over to the volleyball gymnasium. He taps your ass as you head towards the table in the corner where you normally get your work done while he's practicing.

“Alright kitten, give me a kiss before I go change for practice”

“Hmmm I don’t know Tetsu, for someone complaining about my manners, you forgot the magic word when you asked”

“Is this how you want tonight to go? Because if you keep this up, I will drag you into that janitor closet and remind you of your place”

Right as you were about to give in and offer him a kiss, the team floods into the gym and starts shouting at the two of you.

“I think it’s time for you to go captain. Don’t worry though, I’ll be a good girl and finish my homework”

He chuckles dryly, “You better.” and heads to the locker rooms.

Practice goes as usual but you can tell he’s on edge. Everyone in the room could tell Kuroo was on top of his game today. His serves are more powerful, his spikes are breaking through all their blocks, and his read blocking was scary accurate. Every so often he would make eye contact with you and it was nearly impossible to keep yourself from squeezing your legs shut. Kuroo is an incredible player but seeing the effect your little act has on his skills was shamelessly attractive.

You’re normally pretty well behaved and it’s a given you’d finish your work so completing your homework was never something that troubled you. However, the sounds of Kuroo’s hands smacking against the balls was distracting enough to make the process longer than normal. You finish all your work just in time to his two hour practice ending.

As you start packing up your work, you feel a presence looming over you and Kuroo’s scent fills your mind. He takes your hair and sweeps it behind your shoulder before leaning close to your ear, “I asked Yaku to lock up, I’m giving you two minutes to meet me in the janitors closet. If you’re late, I’m sure the boys wouldn't mind watching me put you in your place.”

A shiver runs down your spine instantly, but you know there's no hiding the wetness leaking from just the thought of what might happen next. He begins to leave and you can physically feel your body blushing as you scramble to pack up your bag. You knew teasing Kuroo would lead to a ‘funishment’ of sorts, but you’ve never heard him speak to you in such a sadistic tone.

As you pick up your book bag and head towards the janitor’s closet, your heart feels like it wants to burst from the anticipation. It’s common for Kuroo to get a little rough when you’d have sex but perhaps acting up at school wasn’t the best choice. Especially if the team has a big game next week.

You quickly slip into the closet and you’re met with your gorgeous boyfriend wearing a shit eating smirk, “Just in time kitten, I was beginning to think you want the team to see how desperate you are for my cock. No worries, I’m sure they’ll hear you either way.”

He kisses you softly and takes your bag from you before setting it on the floor. You’re standing there playing with your fingers with your legs pressed tightly together as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why do you look so nervous? What happened to the attitude, kitten?

“I’m not nervous!”

“No? It doesn’t make you nervous that the boys are going to do some individual practices before locking up? It doesn’t make you nervous that I plan to fuck you dumb so you know what happens when little girls try to give me an attitude, and the only thing separating us and the team is that door behind you?” He takes his hand and tilts your chin so you’re looking straight at him. He gives you a small smile, “My, you must really be a whore if it doesn’t make you nervous that anyone who’s in the gym will be able to hear just how desperate you are. We both know how loud you get”

“I know how you get when I’m bratty, for someone so smart you’d think it was easy to figure my intentions by now”

“Do you really think you’re in any position to talk to me like that?” His right hand now gripping the sides of your neck while his left hand travels under your skirt and begins to caress your thigh, “especially after admitting you acted out on purpose”

His hand is more than big enough to fully grasp your throat. You begin to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of blood flow, but that only makes you want him more. You know his left hand is snaking its way up towards your heat but you can’t help but to want to push him one step further.

“You gonna keep your promise from earlier daddy?”

Kuroo almost wants to laugh at your words, but part of him is still in awe at your boldness today. “I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight”

He slams your body against the door as the two of you begin to makeout. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you with urgency. You grant him access as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and his left hand finds itself situated between your legs. You feel a tap against your inner thigh and you spread your legs open while your tongues move in unison. The grip on your throat tightens as his fingers begin to stroke your pussy over your little panties. He pulls away and leans in close -- kissing, nibbling, and whispering into your ear knowing how sensitive you are, “what’s got you so wet kitten? We’ve barely just begun”.

“You Tetsu” you whimper into his shoulder as his fingers start to hover over your needy clit.

“Yeah kitten? I barely touch you and you’re already soaking. Do you think you deserve to feel good after teasing me today?”

“T-tetsu, please” as you clutch onto his arms looking up at him to see his expression. However, you’re met with his piercing eyes, now a shade darker, staring intently into yours as he starts rubbing you over the thin fabric you still wear.

You continue to whimper and his speed increases but he suddenly stops and takes a step back.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“I promise I’ll be good Tetsu, please, I’m sorry for being a brat” you quickly respond with your hands reaching out to him but he just chuckles.

“Of course you’ll be good now kitten, you want me to help you get off. You want me to fill you up and remind you how good my cock feels inside you.” He walks towards you and cages you between his body and the door, “bad girls don’t get what they want, but for now all I want is to fuck you with my fingers. If you even think about trying to cover your mouth I will make sure you don’t get to cum for days. You want to act up? Daddy’s going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, go it?”

“Y-yes yes, please fuck me with your fingers”

He roughly tugs your panties off and uses his foot to spread your legs wide open. His left hand spreads your pussy open before spanking your clit, sending a sharp pain up your body, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, “That’s not my fucking name.”

“Daddy! Yes, yes daddy I got it!”

His lips attach to yours and he strokes your wet folds feeling how you shudder at his touch. You moan into the kiss and he bites your bottom lip slightly as his thumb finds its way to your clit. “So fucking wet.”

“Only for you. I’m only this wet for you daddy. Please, I want to feel your fingers”

“Yea?” His thumb continues to rub you as two fingers lightly trace over your folds teasing your hole. “Let me hear how much you want my fingers in you.”

“Please! I’m sorry for teasing you today, please just let me feel you daddy”, you whine into him trying to keep your knees from buckling. “I promise to be your good girl, I need you in me! Please daddy, please make me feel good!”

He smirks down at you before plunging two fingers in your tight little hole and your body arches back while you let out a whiney moan. “Let me hear how good my fingers feel inside you baby” His fingers begin to curl and continually hit your spot while his thumb persistently pays attention to your clit.

“F-fuck daddy, you make me feel so good”

Your arms latch onto his for balance, and your head falls back against the door. Kuroo takes the opportunity to run his tongue against the exposed curvature of your neck before planting kisses against your jaw. He sucks against the skin where your neck and ear meets before biting on your earlobe, “I want everyone out there to hear how needy you are” and inserts another finger into your dripping cunt.

“Oh my god” you breathe out, “daddy it feels so good!” you scream not caring who’s on the other side of the door. All you can think about are his fingers expertly pumping into you, hitting your g-spot every time, while his left hand spreads your pussy lips further making it easier to continually rub your clit.

He can feel how close you are by the way your walls are squeezing around his finger. By the way you’re shamelessly moaning out his name asking for permission to cum. By the way the grip you have on his arms tighten and the heavy heaving of your chest.

So he stops.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want, remember?” He sticks his fingers into his mouth and sucks all your juices off before bending down to pick up your bag. “Maybe next time, you’ll think about how badly you want to finish before you become a fucking brat. Now, let's go out there and show everyone what a needy slut you are, yea?”

“T-that’s it?”

“I’m sorry, you didn't think I was actually going to let you finish, did you?”

The blush on your cheeks only grows darker at the thought of facing his teammates. You bend down to put your panties back on before you feel his hand rubbing your ass. “When we get back to my place, I promise to leave handprints all over this pretty ass. If you behave yourself, I’ll think about letting you cum”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq smut #hq x reader #hq!!#kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo smut #tw choking #tw degradation #tw exhibitionism #tw daddy kink #dark

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zukump3 · 4 years ago

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the cutest student couple ✧

summary: just a normal student couple <3

genre: fluff

UA is a pretty difficult school to keep up with

not only do you have your studies, but you also have to train with your powers

not ONLY that, but UA is threatened every other week by villains

so you have a lot on your plate

however, things are calmer when you’re with midoriya

you always meet up in the mornings and drink waaay too much tea which probably results in stomachaches

you wear matching red shoes to class cause you can’t match any other way stupid uniforms

he gets so giddy when he sees you in red sneakers

“they look so nice with your uniform, y/n-chan!”

compares your feet sizes

his are bigger, ofc

sitting next to each other in class

passing dumb notes to each other that usually go like

“do you like me? [] yes [] yes”

if you had a busy night before, one of you might fall asleep while aizawa is teaching

and the other one nudges you awake before he sees

eating lunch together with the rest of dekusquad

tbh y’all probably start a mini food fight with bakusquad

“hey, you little twerp! don’t throw your goddamn rice at my head!”

we all know who this is coming from

“it blends in with the color of your hair!” you shout back to bakugo, making everyone around you giggle

eating lunch early and probably sneaking off to an empty janitor’s closet to make out

cue you and him entering your next class ten minutes late, with him red in the face and you obviously looking flustered

you two walk in the halls together and probably trip on each other’s shoelaces

but neither of you are embarrassed, cause you have each other 🥺

“you alright?” he’ll ask, chuckling, his voice soft as he helps you up

you can’t help but coo and kiss his freckles

he’s just... such a gentleman. Ugh

you go out on the balcony at the night when neither of you can sleep

or just need a breath of fresh air

and you sit in comfortable silence, surrounded by midoriya’s body height

“the sky looks so pretty tonight,” you comment, your head resting on his shoulder

“not as pretty as you, y/n.” he can’t help but say, and you smile cheekily at him

you study together in his dorm room for tests and end up falling asleep, waking up in each other’s arms

ready to start your school day all over again <3

#izuku midoriya #mha x black reader #mha headcanons #mha headcanon #mha fluff #izuku x poc!reader #izuku x black!reader #izuku headcanons #izuku x reader #midoriya headcanons #midoriya fluff

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kalinawtokilig · 4 years ago

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S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places

Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,

((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))

- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -

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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader

Summary:

You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens.

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))

Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe

He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest

One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch

He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate

He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!!

With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.

“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”

Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?”

He thought for a moment.

‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’

Then it clicked.

“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-”

Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief.

You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose.

You look so precious.

‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’

Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was.

“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple.

Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?”

He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?”

You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.”

“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body.

“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.

He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.”

You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.”

Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!”

Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.”

“Idiot, l-let’s go.”

“Eager, aren’t ya?”

“...Shut up.”

((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. Icant---))

Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween

Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight

and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up

That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA

But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR

He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep

During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep. Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium.

By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins.

Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside.

Gym.

You’re still in the gymnasium.

He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.

Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento.

“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked.

“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied.

“Good luck findin’ them then.”

“Thanks, ‘Samu.”

Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness)) Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall.

Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that.

Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on.

Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books.

Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’

Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked.

Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?”

Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?”

“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?”

Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you.

Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes.

“Nice hiding place, by the way.”

“Thanks, bubba.”

((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))

Tendou Satori x Reader

(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))

OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*

When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!

He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too

“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!

Shiratorizawa is a big school

He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3

If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth

When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d y o u

out of love, ofc <3

At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he sat down on his bed and checked his phone.

“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them.

Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about.

Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be.

“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning.

Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said;

“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.”

Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit.

A light bulb went off in his redhead.

Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled.

“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!”

You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing.

“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed.

“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms.

“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are.

“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him.

With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?”

(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))

Yachi Hitoka x Reader

((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)

The pretty girl worries to death

Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming

Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE

Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs

Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble

You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(

As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring.

She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space.

‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’

Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight.

You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess.

“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze.

Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?”

“I had to get chairs for practice.”

Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.”

Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?”

“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became.

“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!”

Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head.

“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is.

Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered.

Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile.

“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?”

((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))

Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much

He wonders if you hibernate in the winter

Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat

Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework

Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!

Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard

“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”

“Koushi, go to sleep”

Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual.

“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior.

Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”

“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.”

The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips.

Stirring, you slowly blinked.

“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?”

You grunted.

“Come downstairs, there’s food!”

Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped.

“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice.

He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted.

“You have to get up, (Y/N).” “Why.”

“So we can eat and watch anime!”

“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.”

Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game.

Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.”

Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.”

#sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #yachi hitoka x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

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