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crybabykiko · 4 years ago

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Szn’s Creamings

Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oof a lot sorry- eggnog(its delicious and you’re all just mean), corruption if you squint, clandestine sex I guess? Choking, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), nipple play, the Miya accent, improper use of Christmas decorations, bondage, unprotected sex(you should know to expect this from my writing by now), vaginal penetration, squirting, creampies/breeding, use of the word daddy like ONCE, cum eating, a dash of overstim for optimal flavor, ahegao (😌) aaaaand snowballing (aka spitting cum in someone’s mouth) swearing obviously ummmmm shit man idk anymore I’m 999% sure that’s it- good shit below da cut

Wc: 2.5k

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a VERY Happy Holiday no matter your culture’s festivities! This is part of my collab with my lovely friends in The Sewer Server- @rat-suki ty anu for organizing it all! I’m love u. This fic was written in an eggnog & fireball induced blackout, and is singlehandedly fueled by lust for Osamu’s Dorito body and my love for Steak n’ Shake.

Cheese-on’s Greetings Collab mlist here 🎄🎁🐁

“This... is it?” He cocked an eyebrow at the concoction, the red and green sprinkles bleeding dye into the whipped cream, the sad cherry on top sunken into it.

“This is what you’ve been goin’ on about fer the last 3 weeks?”

This- was an eggnog milkshake. A wintertime classic, and a staple at the local diner in your hometown. Simple enough. It didn’t look like much- in fact, it honestly wasn't. But to you, this shitty, artificially-flavored diner milkshake encompassed all the joys of holiday magic into one tall, frosted glass. You could count the years you spent in this diner, knocking them back. You’ve grown of course, but the nostalgia always stays the same. Having Osamu come to your hometown for the holidays was a pretty big step in your relationship, sure, but including him in the milkshake tradition usually reserved for your best friend? That was even bigger.

“You haven’t even taken a sip, you ass,” you giggled, putting your own straw to your lips, reveling in the cool flavor that was coating your tongue. Pure sugar, just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon- perfect as always. You pushed the glass over to him, urging him to try for himself. He took in a large drink, letting it rest before clicking his tongue a few times and looking over at your eyes- eyes that were aglow with anticipation and gingerbread men? No, that was just the reflection of the gaudy tinsel that adorned the booth you sat in.

“Soooo?”

“Not bad,” he sighed, pushing the glass back your way. Always anticlimactic.

“But I could definitely make one that’s better.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

One thing you knew he could never resist was a challenge. Grabbing his wallet, he slammed some bills on the table, whisking you away from the diner in 2 minutes flat, the milkshake an ever present memory, like that of the favorite Christmas gift from childhoods passed. You didn’t think he’d take it that seriously, but you also knew that Osamu took everything- especially food- seriously.

Even still, the drive back to your parents’ was a calm one, like every night adventure. The only difference was the bitter cold in the air, and the soft crooning of songs about Santa Claus on the radio. The only thing was- you just couldn’t stop pressing your thighs together….

“Put it away, sir.” you said jokingly, shifting your current position on the couch. Miracle on 34th Street shown on the small screen of the television as you flicked through what seemed like every Christmas movie ever made with the remote. The feeling of his cock starting to stiffen at your back told you everything you needed to know; that Osamu wasn’t interested in whether or not Santa Claus was real, or whatever the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas was- he was solely interested in the meaning of that which currently resided between your legs.

A sneaky had drifted under your shirt, breath hitching in your throat as his thick fingers rolled one of your nipples, the soft tugging leaving you mewling as the sensation traveled down to your now throbbing clit. You leaned into it for a split second, but you were bought back to reality by the sight of your family’s Christmas photos on the fireplace mantle. There was no way in hell you could get fucked in front of a photo of your grandmother. You swatted Osamu’s hand away.

“We can NOT do this right now-” your words fell on deaf ears as his hand snaked up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake as he settled them right above your stomach, fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts.

“My mom and dad are literally upstairs….” The words left your mouth faintly your body lurching toward him.

Again, you tried. A valiant attempt. It wasn’t a lie- they most certainly were upstairs, presumably fast asleep, as they had been up there for almost two hours now, leaving you and Osamu to watch a few corny Christmas movies- or so they thought. But he saw through your objections. Hearing the way your voice softened, seeing how your chest wavered as he got closer and closer to your face, he simply couldn’t contain himself.

“It’s not my fault ‘ya wanted to stay here,” he huffed, large hands seizing your own, pushing away their protests as he passed his thumb up and down your clothed slit. You bit your lip in an effort to silence the moan that was bubbling its way up and out of your mouth. You had started to become feverish, your own state of vulnerability apparent as Osamu used one arm to pin your wrists above your head, sending your lower half flailing and bucking up into his free hand as you whimpered desperately for his touch.

“You want it, don’t ya, little love?” Little love. The one pet name you could never resist. Almost like a switch, you moaned a particularly needy, not-so-hushed “hmmhm- yes, daddy,” that definitely would have blown your cover. Luckily, Osamu’s thick fingers worked their way into your mouth to silence you, your lips immediately wrapping around them and obediently sucking to heed his words.

“Just be s’quiet as possible,” his hushed tone came out in a low baritone. He pressed a finger to his lips, pointing another up toward the ceiling from the couch of your parents living room.

Keeping your arms restrained, your boyfriend’s free hand pushed past your layers of clothes, your saliva coated his fingers, providing just enough slickness to enter your hole with ease, gently curling against that soft spot right inside. You were so warm, so needy, easily molding into his touch as he watched your eyes widen within his. You fixed your mouth to open, but it hung there as his fingers worked, your cunt sucking them in manically.

“F-fuck,” you could barely manage that. “Please I-hmph- please…”

“Use yer words, little love,” he cooed, the tone of his voice was sickeningly slow as he teased you, slowing his fingers down. You bucked your hips in protest, pouting and wiggling underneath him to feel some form of friction.

“Stop Squirmin’.” His demeanor shifted immediately, darkening at your perceived disobedience. The hands that held your wrists met your throat, a half gasp escaping you as he gently squeezed, your face softening into a pout.

“I said- use yer words.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you squeaked. “F-fill me up.”

“Then we gotta find a way t’keep ya nice n’ still. Will you be good fer me?”

You nodded. You always were. Osamu’s ability to render you a compliant, malleable toy for him to fuck was astounding. You could spend the rest of your life being his obedient little thing without a care in the world or a complaint.

“I know ya will,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “My little love’s always s’good…”

You knew you were in for it- but you didn’t expect this. It was a little different from your normal setup, but at the same time, the rush of excitement built in the pit of your stomach just as it did the first time ‘Samu ever bound you. It just so happened that there were some discarded lights nearby the Christmas tree. You could see the glimmer of an idea in his eyes as he plugged them in, smiling as the glow lit up his face. He looked at you on the couch and wiggled his eyebrows- as much as you wanted to laugh out loud, you weren’t in the position to be picky about your rigging tonight. You had to make do.

“It’s…. festive?” You could tell that even he was amused. But amusement aside, the desire that built between you, the stored tension of having not touched each other for almost two days now was clearly screaming to be addressed. His large hands made a bite in the wiring of the lights and they quickly found themselves around your wrists, the illumination beautiful, but also kind of blinding this close to your face. With a kiss to your lips, he moved from your wrists and down toward your torso, trailing an interesting track of holiday cheer into a harness around your chest and tying in your back. Your arms were bent forward at the elbow, snugly enough so that you could wiggle your fists, but your wrists were of no use.

Pushing you onto your knees, you felt the press of your boyfriend’s hand against your back as he repositioned your arms and elbows to place you on all fours. Cool air immediately hit the skin of your lower half as you felt him pull your bottoms off. You wriggled your hips in an effort to help, but instead your flesh was met with an aggressive strike. Managing to catch your discomfort in your throat, a lowered hiss bared through your gritted teeth, soon followed by a sharpened inhale as you felt the presence of him towering over you.

“Been thinking about the way those cute lips were wrapped around that straw all night,” he panted, palming his cock through his sweats. You could see how uncomfortably hard he was- it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t wait to serve him, you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of his thick cock against your tongue- and stretching your pussy past it’s limits.

“I bet’cher sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would look even prettier, don’t ya think?”

His words hit at your core. Your mouth began to water in anticipation as he pulled himself out of his sweats, gently pumping before lining up at your mouth.

Delicately, your tongue swirled down the slit of the head, plush lips wrapping around the pink bulb. Osamu’s hands guided your head down the length, drool sliding out of your mouth and down your chin, where it dripped onto your chest, riddled with bright multicolored light. Slowly, he fucked himself with your throat, allowing you to adjust to his girth.

“Yep,” he exhaled deeply, hissing at how warm your mouth felt around him.

“Ev’n prettier.”

His motions sped up as he bobbed your head up and down, the slight saltiness of his precum going down easily, leaving you practically begging for a full load. You always craved him on your tongue- he tasted much better than any diner milkshake could. The soft gargling of his assault on your throat slowed to a stop as he pulled you off, leaving you gasping for air. Licking the drool from the corners of your lips, Osamu kissed you passionately before throwing your bound body onto the couch.

You clenched haphazardly around his cock as soon as he entered you, head flying forward with the force of his thrusts. His arm held you upright, parallel to his chest as his cock pistoned in and out of your hole.

“‘S-sa-ah!~ ‘Samu- ffuck!” Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked into you. His breathy grunts resounded deep in your ears, sending jolts of molten lust down your spine, chest heaving as you tried keeping your voices down. Your hot, wet cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper each time he entered you- your urge to milk him for everything he had was only made more apparent by it.

“I can feel you baby,” He purred into your ear. “So fucking wet.”

Osamu released you from his hold, letting you fall forward into the couch, one hand pushing your head into the cushions, the other roughly kneading at the flesh where your ass and hip met, digging his nails into the flesh as he began to carnally pound into your pussy. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise skill. Your muffled sobs echoed into the cushions of the couch as he drilled you, never once slowing the rate in which his hips snapped into yours. You wouldn’t be surprised if the smacking of his skin against yours woke your parents at this rate- you couldn’t be bothered to care with your orgasm this close to the horizon.

Somehow you managed to free a hand from your twinkling ties, immediately pushing it to your clit to rub it feverishly. The squelching started up shortly after, your ears beginning to ring as your throat squealed itself raw into the deep void beneath you. Osamu pulled you back by your hair, pressing his lips to your ear and clasping a hand to your mouth.

“Keep rubbing that pretty pussy, sweet girl, so fucking close to cumming fer me, aren’t ya?”

You could only whine in response. He softened the hand on your mouth, muffled words spilling out.

“I’m gonna cu-ah-cum! Please let me cum!”

“Hmmm? Gonna cum? Did I hear ya right, little love?” He knew what he was doing, egging you on like this.

You were mere milliseconds away from losing it, the edge pulling up to you so close that you could barely collect yourself as you began to feel yourself slip over it- eyes whiting out as Osamu gave you the go-ahead.

“Just let me c-” he finished your sentence for you.

“Cum.” It was a simple word, a simple command. But the way it hit your ears: the way the low growl tore through your body- you didn't stand a chance. The warm wetness of your release sprayed against his abs, trickling down your thighs and pooling into the upholstery. Your eyes crossed, face contorting further into lewd bliss as a scream tried to escape your mouth- but only silence hiccuped its way out.

“Good fucking girl- now take this, baby. Take it all…” God, he was the devil.

Fucking you through it- your boyfriend chased his own high, cock twitching inside as the vision of you wrapped in lights blurring into colorful stars as he spilled into you, his load coating your insides with a mass of sticky, soothing heat. You both collapsed into each other, bodies writhing as you caught your heavy breaths.

As he slipped out of you, Osamu lifted your hips to his mouth, sucking in the mixture of his and your own release, savoring it on his tongue. Your puffy, fucked-out cunt spasmed at the contact, the sensation overwhelming as you tugged at his steely grey locks, snapping his head back.

“Hmmph- s’too much ‘Samu!” Your thighs clamped together as soon as he released you.

Humming a soft apology, he moved up from your lower lips to the upper ones, pushing his tongue past them, spitting arousal across your tongue. You swallowed the mixture greedily, smiling against his lips. You could still feel ropes of cum pouring from your spamming hole and leaking onto your thighs.

“Whaddaya think?” The words were slurred against the skin at the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with kisses.

“Delicious.” You looked at him with a smirk, mind still hazy as your body shook its way through a few more aftershocks.

“Told ya I could make a better milkshake.”

As he said it, laughter broke out between the two of you. Your chest struggled against the harness, as it was still pretty tight. Osamu unplugged the decorations, gently untying you as snow fell outside your living room window, the faint jingling of bells filling the room again as the tv light illuminated you both.

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bread0nhead · 4 years ago

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Request: Hi helloo, hope your day/night is going good!

It’s my first time I do a request and I’m nervous lol

I’d like to request a one shot , yandere Dabi x a very naive and innocent female reader who gets manipulated so easily. 👉🏻👈🏻

A/N: hello, love! First- I appreciate you for always giving my blog love. I 💕 U

Secondly, I am not a yandere/non-con writer- so so sorry! I know you said this is your first request and I totes just ruined it for you (sorry 😭) but please don’t ever hesitate to submit a request :) even if a writer isn’t able to do a request, we love just getting them anyways.

But.... I still want to provide something, even though it’s not yandere.

At Odds (18+)

Minors do not interact.

Dom!Dabi x Cinnamon Roll F!Reader

👉 Written from Dabi’s perspective. Pre-LOV 👈

Side note: why can I never just write something short? Even my smut needs a 5k back story before it gets anywhere close to the goods.

Tip Jar | Thank you!!!!

There you fucking go again, strutting twords campus in those short- short - fucking skirts you love to wear so much. Do you even realize when the wind blows just a little more than usual, everyone can see the colors of your underwear? It’s always pastels. Except for that one Wednesday, two months ago, you wore a black lace.

Dabi leaned against a graffiti stained brick wall that is connected to his apartment building. A metal sign plastered in band stickers and gum reading “designated smoking area” hung above his head. The apartment is shit. Terrible area, rented out by terrible people. Every room comes with complimentary suspicious stains, cracked walls, loud pipes and a bitch of a landlord. But it’s cheap, discreet and best of all. You.

Everyday for the last four months at approximately 6:45am, you parade down the side walk right in front of his apartment building on your way to university. No one takes this route, despite cutting 10 minutes off the commute. Surely your friends have begged and pleaded for you to walk with them. The safer, longer route. But your naive to how cruel this world is. You live in this bubble of rainbows and butterflies and some fucking how- the world has yet to jab its cruel blade and pop your world. Maybe it’s safe because criminals are all asleep this early in the morning. Shit- if it wasn’t for that bender four months ago that kept Dabi awake for 36 hours, he would probably never of known you even exist. Now every morning between 6:40 and 6:55 he’s outside with his coffee and morning cigarette, leaning against the alleyway wall labeled the designated smoking area, waiting for his little slice of heaven to walk by.

41...42...43...44...45...

Dabi started counting how long it takes for you to walk past the apartment and to turn down the first street on your left. 55 seconds is your average. The thought of how much time he wastes every morning just for 55 seconds makes his stomach turn.

46...47...48...49...50...

Dabi has a love hate for these last five seconds. Your back is facing him at his point and it’s just a couple more feet until you turn away. But he fucking loves how your ass sways with each step.

51...52...53...54...55...

Dabi closes his eyes each time your about to turn down the next road. These moments air return to his lungs and the stress from outside of the world you provide him come crashing back in. He keeps his eyes closed to picture you in his mind while enjoying the last few drags of nicotine.

“Hi!”

What the fuck....

Dabi’s eyebrows knit together and his muscles tense. Who the fuck in their right mind would come up to a shady guy like his and fucking say hi. Dabi opens his eyes and instantly they squint back at the bright ray of light before him. The smell of cherry bubblegum mixed with the poisonous stench of nicotine. Dabi’s eyes adjusted and could get the view before him in complete clarity. You, just inches away. Big doe eyes looking up at him. Your chest puffed out so slightly but enough to get a peak at your cleavage down your shirt. Both arms wrapped behind your back and your feet rocking up and down. No sense of concern for defense.

“Why are you always watching me?”

...fuck...

“Damn, Doll. Bold. But full of yourself. You’re nothing special.”

It was almost embarrassing how hard he tried to not give away the fact that was a huge lie. You’re very special. And he hates that.

He watches as your twirl next to him so your arm is rubbed up against his as you lean against the same wall.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I always felt safe with you watching over me. Everyone says this street is a bad area.”

“You trust too easily.”

“I suppose. But you didn’t deny it! You do watch over me!”

You stick out your tongue from your plush glossed lips and wink at your victory. Dabi images how your tongue would feel on the underside of his cock and those lips sucking on one of his balls.

“How about, as a thank you for always watching over you...” Dabi smirked “you buy me a drink tonight.”

Dabi wanted to test you. See how far that innocents goes.

“Sure!”

Dabi nearly choked on his cigarette at how easily you accepted. He expected you to be grossed out and walk away. He couldn’t tell if it was stupidity or naivety that lead your to accept.

“I get out of classes around 4:30. How about I swing by here around 6:30? Gives me time to get ready.”

Now he started to feel guilty.

But he wasn’t going to let that stop his fun.

“No, princess. You shouldn’t be walking around here that late. We can meet up at the city square.”

“That’s a great idea! Okay, 6:30- city square. I’ll catch you later then!”

You waved back at him while rushing down the street, frantic to get to class on time.

Dabi laughed as his boot stomped out the butt of his cigarette and finished the last of his coffee before walking back inside.

So fucking cute.

Not being a creature of the morning, Dabi slumps back down on his beaten up couch with his shoes and hoodie still on. His palm drags down his face with a long grown. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every feature he managed to commit to memory comes together in his mind to build a perfect picture of you. He closed his eyes to focus better on his imagination and the things he wanted to do to you.

The rumbling of Dabi’s empty stomach wakes him up. His phone reads 4:45pm under the several layers of cracked glass on his screen. Another reminder of how he has yet to eat finally brings him off the couch and onto his feet.

In the kitchen, Dabi grabs an instant cup of ramen, a beer and his mason jar of marijuana buds. He grinds away at the sticky green while the microwave boils the water to his noodles. He was getting nervous about meeting up with you, something smoking could easy take the edge off.

In just a few hours you would no longer be the eye candy stranger he gets his rocks off too from time to time. A name was going to be put to your face. Tonight could change how each morning goes. You could either walk by with a sweet smile and wave. Maybe even spare a few moments to connect. Or you would start taking the safe route and realize how scary the world truly is.

The thought twisted his gut enough to finish his ramen early and throw the rest away. Opting to choke down smoke rather than substance.

Dabi rolls his joint and cracks the bottle of beer open, switching between a drag and a gulp. The joint leisurely hangs between his lips and the bottle dangles in his fingers as he walks to the bathroom.

In the bathroom he sets the bottle on the sinks ledge while he leans into the mirror looking over his scars. His palm runs against his jaw a few times before his fingers run through his inky black hair. He hated his reflection. The sight made him pull from the rolled joint harder and longer.

What the fuck are you thinking babygirl, wanting to go out with an ugly mugg like this?

He imagined you next to him. How completely different you look and act. He imagines you with the same big doe eyes, radiant smile and blushing cheeks next to his bad attitude and brooding demeanor. Dabi gave a breathy laugh at the thought.

Stripping himself of all his cloths and running his fingers over the staples a few times that littered his chest, before turning on the shower to a lukewarm temperature. Dabi grabbed his beer and stepped into the shower, letting the cool water run against his burns. His left hand splayed on the cold tile while his right holds the bottle to his lips. After there was nothing left to drink he focused on lathering the undamged skin in soap trying his best to avoid the purple patches.

More thoughts of you crawled into his mind. Those black lace panties. Your cleavage teasing his curiosity. Those pink glossed soft lips. Dabi’s hand palmed at his growing erection, and he released a soft grown. He imagines you in your knees in his shower running your tongue across the head of his dick to collect the pre-cum. He wondered how innocent you truly are. He wants your innocence to be pure. He wants to corrupt you, break you down until you know nothing but carnal desires. He wants you to be scared of the world, needing him to watch over you. Protect you.

His hand grips the base of his cock giving it a squeeze before stroking himself off. The silver rings decorating his fingers clinked against each piercing running up his shaft. He cursed under his breath and his pace got faster and his grip got tighter. His other hand gently pulls on one of his pierced nipples, letting out a louder moan. As his load shoots from his cock he imagines it painting your face and you scooping it up with your fingers and placing his cum on your tongue.

Panting and leaning against the tile, he curses you for making him feel this way.

Turning off the water, Dabi wraps a towel around his waste and grabs the join he left in the ashtray and his phone.

5:46.

Dabi grabs a plain loose fitting white shirt, jeans beaten all to hell and a faded navy blue hoodie. With that, a spritz of cologne, teeth brushed and a once over. He is out the door.

6:20.

Ten minutes early. Dabi growned when he sat on the bench at the meet up spot. He felt like a fucking simp, sitting there- early, for some girl he’s been mildly stalking. He considered leaving and coming back in 20. But he felt more pathetic even considering that move. So instead he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and scrolls mindlessly through his phone.

“Sorry I’m late!!”

A familiar voice calls out and directs his attention twords the sound. From across the street he catches sight of you. Running in a tantalizing short loose pastel floral dress with your arm waving to him. Your smile nearly broke him down right there.

Dabi checked his phone, didn’t even realize 30 minutes went by since he started waiting. 20 minutes late, she fucking gets it.

A sudden cling to his arm throws Dabi off his guard. You’re latched to his side, his arm slotted between each breast. No bra and such a low cut sweetheart neckline. Do you even think about your actions?

Dabi lazily wraps his arm around the back of your neck.

“You know, you’re awfully clingy for someone who doesn’t even know my name”

He teased, tone dripping in a slow seduction.

“Ah! Sorry! Sometimes I just do before I think”

The sudden loss of your touch when you pulled away left a pain in his chest.

“So mystery man, what is your name? Mine is Y/N L/N”

“Dabi.”

“Da...bi?” You started giggling at his answer.

He shouldn’t love having you laugh at him, but it was such a light airy sound full of something so pure. Something he rarely gets to experience.

“I know a place we can grab drinks. Let’s go, Y/N L/N”

He played with how your name felt on his tongue.

Dabi walked you, directing you with him arm still on the nape of your neck. The place he was leading you was down a dark alley, dimly lit by only the neon signs. Music could be heard from outside. The bar was down a set of dirty stairs that reeked of urine and stale beer. Dabi wanted to show you the real world. Test your goodness. Make you uncomfortable. Bend your sense of security. See who you truly are when surrounded by people lack the confines of conforming to society.

Inside Dabi ordered a pitcher beer and a couple shots of whiskey. The table you both sat at was sticky, small, with uncomfortable metal stools. The bar was crowded and with the loud music, you were forced to get close just to hear one another.

Dabi analyzed every emotion you made, he studied your reactions to everything. He wanted to see discomfort but instead you laughed so openly, smiled so softly and showed no hesitation. You spoke freely about everything and to anyone.

“You’re so fucking weird.”

Dabi cut you off mid ramble about a dog you saw today in an all-might costume.

“Huh? I’m not the weird one! Pretty sure the owner dressing up their dog is the silly one.”

“Fuck. Why are we here? Why are you just talking to a stranger about dogs in costumes, like we’re friends?”

“So we can become friends.”

It’s right then remorse kicked in. He tested your innocence like none of it was real. Questioned your motives and doubted your naivety. His desire to corrupt you, sully your soul so your forced to see reality. You shined a light that forced him to see his own corruption where the outcome was guilt.

“Doll.... you can’t be friends with a guy like me.”

This was a reaction he did not want to witness, choosing to walk away saying he’s grabbing another pitcher.

Dabi leaned against the crowded bar, waiting for the tender to free up from all the ruthless drunks pulling for her attention. The longer he waited the more impatient he became. He wanted to leave, get you out of here. Return you to your bubble and shun himself out of your life. With a grown, Dabi called over the bartender, telling her to close out your tab and proceeded to through enough cash down to cover the drinks and tip.

Dabi weaved through the cesspool of degenerates trying to get back to you. When he finally caught a glimpse of your smiling face, a rush of relief overcame him. However that relief quickly crumbled as he noticed a familiar face getting too close for comfort to you. He knew this guy as a thug he’s had run-ins with, a scummy low life who pimps out women and sells narcotics on the street. Dabi’s blood boiled as you mindlessly chatted up the stranger, oblivious to his advancements. His filthy hand grabbed your knee and creeped up your thigh. Dabi shoved everyone out of his way and rushed over to you, ready to burn the guy to the ground. Once you were in his reach, Dabi grabbed the thugs wrist and twisted the bones until an audible snap was heard. You screamed and jumped out of your seat. Dabi was quick to grab you before a fight broke out. He dragged you out of the bar and ran heading down two blocks until he knew you were both safe, stopping at a park.

“How fucking ditzy are you?! Are you trying to get gangbanged or some shit? Fuck.”

Dabi stroked his palm down his face, opening his eyes to see you with wide eyes and a slack mouth.

“What...do you mean?”

Not able to fathom the fact you actually don’t understand, Dabi gave a frustrated groan.

“I’m serious, Dabi.” Your expression became serious. “You keep telling me how dangerous everything is. You make everything seem bad- including yourself.”

“Everything is bad! How the fuck do you not see it?!”

“I just... don’t? Up until a few months ago, I have lived a sheltered life. I grew up in a wealthy family, in a nice area. My parents were never home, and my brother had a terminal illness, so I had to watch over him. For years I never went past our gates. When my brother passed away, I hate to say it... but I was free. Now I want to meet all these amazing people, make lots of friends and just enjoy life!”

Dabi’s guilt crept back. You truly are pure from life’s corruption. Naive to how evil people are.

“Y/N. Not everyone is amazing” Dabi air quoted the last part “that shit bag touching you- he has used girls, sold them for drugs. He’s a dealer who is the furthest from someone you should be friends with.”

He watches as your head dropped, fiddling with your foot against the dirt.

“And you?”

Shit.

Another sigh.

“I’m not... not some drug pushing, women selling shit bag. But I am a criminal. An ass hole at that. I didn’t watch you to protect you. You’re hot and you were fun to watch. You always look so... god damn...perfect. Like you lived in your own perfect little bubble with your perfect little life. Oblivious to everything around you. When I invited you for drinks, I wanted to see if you really are as perfect as you act. You fucking are, doll. You’ll never understand. We can’t be—“

“Then show me.” You cut him off him sentence.

“What?”

“Help me understand. Show me who you are. Show me what you want.”

There hung a heavy long moment of silence. You looked fearless, determined. It wasn’t until Dabi realized he wasn’t breathing, that his body rushed in twords you. Both hands wrapped around your jaw and his lips clashed with yours. It was a thoughtless action, bodies moved like magnets. His tongue bathed in your mouth, lapping up every part he could. When you pulled away, he latched his teeth to your throat. You mewled with pleasure and embraced him with both arms around his neck. Once a purple dark spot rose to your skin, Dabi released his teeth from your nape. Dabi grabbed your wrist and started pulling so you followed behind.

The walk was quite the whole way. Dabi thoughts ran chaotic, trying to understand what he wanted from you. Your body, sure. But there was more. He did want to see your innocence destroyed by the truth of this world. But he didn’t want the world to get that glory. Your innocence for him to corrupt, and his to protect from everyone else.

You both arrived at the doorstep to his apartment. He looked at you one last time as the naive innocent girl before unlocking the door and shoving you into the apartment with his body latched to yours. Dabi walked you backwards to his bedroom, kissing you the entire time. He basked in your sweet taste as if your tongue was candy. His foot kicked the door to his bedroom open, only stepping three feet in until he stopped.

“Drop to your knees for me, angel.” Dabi smirked as you slowly dropped to your knees, loving the view from above. “Say ahh”

“Ahh”

He invaded your mouth with his thumb, enthralled with how soft and wet the muscle felt. When his digit dripped in your saliva he dragged it across your bottom lip. His other hand wrapped around your jugular, just barely making it harder to breath. You still have those big doe eyes that twinkled with innocence. Two of his fingers quickly delved deep into your throat. The more you gagged the tighter the grip of your neck. The feeling drove him wild, coating his fingers in your spit. He was not only testing your gag reflexes, but prepping you for what was to come.

“You’re going to regret wanting me to show you who I am and what I want.”

As if his words were your final warning, giving you one last chance to leave. His hand left your mouth and slowly stroked your bottom lip with heavy eyes boring into your features, waiting for you to speak.

A whisper, soft enough where it could barely be heard. “B-break.....me...”

Dabi’s jaw clenched with a smile. Your words were heaven to his ears. He walked to his dresser, opening the bottom shelf, pulling out a large black box. Dabi looked over the various contents, picking his choice of poison. Cyan nylon rope peaked his attention, rubbing the rough yet silky threads between his fingers. He brought the rope to your cheek and dragged it slowly against the flush skin. He expected to see fear, a sudden change in you. But the chaste expression never faulted.

Rough fingers grazed the top of your head until turning into a tight yanking of your hair. His other hand cupped under your jaw and directed you to stand on your feet. His touch moved under your dress, feeling the supple skin. Dabi swore you are the softest thing he has ever touched. He was quick to remove the floral dress and toss it to the floor. Black lace. Dabi wondered if on that Wednesday when he first caught a glimpse at your black lace panties as you ran by in your mini skirt, if you were someone else’s whore that day- just like today. Are you not so innocent as he thinks?

Fingertips trailed down your arms, gripping your wrists to wrap away your security in nylon. Strong knots binding at your arms behind your back, enough excess rope to touch the floor. Dabi latched his fingers in the loop of your underwear to shimmy the lacy fabric down your smooth legs. He released a shaky breath at the sight alone. A sight of dripping sex glistening in liquid strings.

“Get on the bed, back against the mattress. Head at the bottom of the bed.”

Look at you... obeying me so well.

Your legs shake so slightly, trying to balance yourself getting in the position without the support of your arms. He loved how your hair draped down the edge of the bed like a waterfall. How your neck bobbed when you swallowed each lump in your throat. How your legs rubbed against each other for friction.

Dabi’s stands at the end of the bed, staring you dead in your eyes as he removed his belt. His erection grows, making him palm him cock. His pants drop to the floor with the boxers not far behind. Your eyes go wide as a bead of precum crips down on your forehead.

“I didn’t know people got their....their um.... well, pierced down there.”

So cute. Can’t even say it.

“Do you like my pierced cock?”

Your nod was meek but the blushing gave away your sins.

“Move further down the bed.”

Your head dropped further off the edge of the bed. Dabi’s cock hung over your face. One hand pried open your mouth while the other wrapped around your throat. He stroked himself over you, rubbing his tip on your lips. You opened wider for him with your tongue hanging out. His eyes rolled back, loving the look you gave. He pressed harder down on your throat, gripping at it tighter.

Without any warning, his cock was shoved deep in your mouth. He could feel himself deep down your throat with him hand squeezing tight on the jugular. Dabi pulled him cock back until he was removed completely, only to shove himself deeper back down. Each gag from you was returned with being choked harder.

“S-shit D-doll... love this whore mouth of yours.”

Dabi snapped him hips faster, soaking up every moan from you. As his cock rutted into you, he stripped him of his hoodie and shirt. Free of clothing, he smashed into you at inhuman speed. Tears flowed down the sides of your face. Dabi knew they weren’t tears of fear or sadness. Only a natural reaction of the lack of air. He pitched your nose as his cock stalled deep in your throat. You gagged and moaned causing vibrations. You tried to scream, but Dabi continued to test you. After only 30 seconds, he let go and let you breath again. He leaned down and grabbed your chest, using them as leverage to go deeper and faster.

“Do you regret it now? Asking for this?”

You shook your head as much and as fast as you could.

“Good girl.”

Hot thick ropes of cum coated your tongue as you swallowed every last drop. You both panted, trying to regain some energy. You struggled to raise your body up before Dabi flipped you over and shoved your face into the mattress.

“No no, angel.... were not done yet. I can go many rounds.”

The excess rope that danced down your back was pulled down and fastened in tight knots around each ankle. Forcing your legs apart.

Dabi gripped his shaft and rubbed his tip against your wet folds. He groaned at how soft and wet you felt against his dick. You scratched at your own skin , mewling at the touch. You looked back with a hint of concern and tears pebbling in your eyes.

“Dabi...”

Dabi pressed down on your back, rubbing at your tension. He hummed with question.

“Just so you know... I haven’t done this before. You know...s-sex...”

Dabi paused completely, his nails dug into your skin. He moaned at the thought of how tight your going to be for him. A strike of his palm whipped against your ass, turned into his fists grabbing at the fat. He pulled your ass cheeks apart and watched as your sex pulsed around nothing. Dabi spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva around your folds and dipping two fingers in you. You bucked forward at the sudden surprise and yelped at the feeling. Long thick digits dipped and twisted, stretching out your tight walls.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make sure your nice and ready.”

Dabi worked at your sex, scissoring his fingers and curving his knuckles so it dragged against the gooey walls.

Christ she’s tight...

Your moaning got louder, frantic almost. Legs quivered with excitement. Dabi went knuckles deep, pushing himself as far as his anatomy would allow. He scooped up your essence as he slowly dragged his fingers out- only from them to be forcefully shoved inside your panting mouth. He played with your tongue as you lapped up your juices. The tip of his cock rubbed at your holds and slowly began to push his member inside your weeping cunt. His eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack at the sheer resistance from how tight you are around him. It was slow, painfully slow, and Dabi doesn’t carry the patience to let this go on any longer. His hands grab a fist of your hair into a ponytail, yanking your head back as the fingers in your mouth choke down your throat. At the same time, his cock forces itself balls deep in you, drawing out a scream. Dabi swears he could have came right then.

“Still so fucking tight - shit- I could get addicted to this pussy.”

Continuing to force back your head, Dabi used this as leverage to pull himself deeper and faster. The clapping of skin and the beating of his balls against your clit was like music to his ears. Your erotic moans where the praisel to the band.

Every inch of his thick cock stroked your walls at a brutal speed. The metal balls from each piercing along his shaft added extra pleasure. He could feel you sucking him in as your walls constricted around him. His fingers left your mouth and started to lap tight circles around your clit. Your body shakes as the feeling gets too intense. Drool dribbles down the corner of your lips as you see stars.

“Cum for me.”

A powerful moan rips from your lungs and Dabi speeds up his brutal attacks. His cock twitches inside of you. The way your orgasm squeezes around Dabi takes his breath away and his releases isn’t far behind. He chants your name with breathy curses muddled between. His hand drops from gripping your hair, to gripping the sheet.

“I gonna - fuck - I’m gonna fill you up nice and good. Gonna make you fucking mine.”

You frantically nodded your head as you turned to look at his orgasmic face. Dabi’s second load shoots into your sex, coating your insides completely white. A loud groan erupts as he thrusts his last few strokes in you.

Once his body settled, he sat up on the back of his shins and watched as his seed oozed out of your hole. A prideful grin danced along his face. Dabi kissed your left ass cheek just before removing the rope around each limb. He watched as you slowly rolled over and lifted your body against the headboard.

“You can’t be all that bad, when that was so good”

He was not expecting that. Dabi laughed- a real genuine laugh.

“Hey, I made you laugh! That means we are friends!” You pointed.

His laughed died into a whispy chuckle.

“How about i take you on a real date and become more than just friends.” He rebuttals while kissing up your leg before continuing on.

“This time somewhere with less creeps and less smelling of piss. I promise.”

/END

#dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi smut #mha dabi #bnha dabi #submission

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saintobio · 3 years ago

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I actually really enjoyed the latest chapter! And you handled Sera’s arc in a very smart way. She can never be redeemed fully (at least in my eyes, but I’m petty) because she did too many awful things and she literally tried to induce a miscarriage in y/n—I know she was manipulated by Eula but she is a grown ass woman, she still knew 100% what she was doing. So instead of trying to fully redeem her—(she only did what she did to soothe her own conscience, so still selfish reasons showing that her pride is still a major vice) having her be knocked down a few levels and being humbled and admitting that y/n was in the right all along was the right decision for her character, and was more realistic.

also, y/n’s call out of her was SO SATISFYING TY FOR WRITING IT. 10+ chapters of slow burn and angst totally paid off in that FANTASTIC speech rightfully ripping her apart for what a selfish, self victimizing a-hole she is. AND SHE GOT THE DIANA SHOES BACK IM SO HAPPY ASJFKDKKDKD

anyways just wanted to let u know not to be too hard on urself, I thought the chapter was 10/10!!

Anonymous said

im honestly in awe that sera apologised and tried to right her wrongs. her pride is very potent (??) and it was refreshing the see she acknowledged her mistakes.

DADJO!!! MF!!! ok i rlly dk what to say bc i don't want to say he deserved it but he kinda did???? like???

SERA LITERALLY TELLING DADJO EULA'S SNAKE ASS WAS H4RASSING NAOYA PLSSSSSS HE'S SO MANIPULATIVE

also i hope yuuta is doing better with the guilt off his shoulders. im so proud of him for coming to terms with the fact that his mother is not a good person as it must have been a difficult epiphany. he deserves so much better and i hope satoru comes around and accepts him as a brother. all my love to one (1) okkutsu yuuta

@x-avantgarde-x said

Saint, the way you have built this all up is simply mesmerizing.

Sera’s humble attitude had my shocked when I first read it, it was such and intelligent move. Y/N finally putting her on her place and standing up for herself was just delightful to read. And Lady Diane’s shoes after Y/N has clearly shown how recently she’s feeling insecure about herself and Santoru’s past affairs with Sera… Poor man is gonna have so much work back at home.

Yuuta’s intervention was simply fantastic. I really can’t wait to see if this makes Satoru start viewing his step-brother under a different light and they are able to start to build a healthier relationship. Dadjo suffering from locked in syndrome is a sad yet extremely fitting way of making him pay for all his wrongs.

I kinda missed the Zenin’s, but I can’t wait for Toji’s and the kids interactions with Y/N’s baby once the little munchkin is born!

Anonymous said

saint omg this new chapter was just !!!

im so so so happy y/n holds sera and gojo accountable without comprising her kindness. like she’s making it clear she’s not spiteful or vengeful enough to drag other people into their mess but she’s definitely not letting gojo/sera off that easy, especially with the pain they caused her.

also yuuta my precious cinnamon roll. too good too pure for this world.

@thatminniechick said

Also returning the shoes?? Proud of Sera for taking the big step in order to let go of Gojo. Now there isnt anything to hold on to and she can properly move on, which she really needed. It probably wasnt easy to self-reflect esp after all the bad things she's done, but it's the start of hopefully healing for her. I wonder if that'll be a conversation that Y/N will bring up to Gojo 🤔

Anonymous said

I'm so happy because of Sera's redemption🤧🤧, I mean I still don't fully forgive her but I'm happy that she is slowly changing for the better.

(Naoya is still ours though:)jkjk)

Anonymous said

Hi Saint I just read the latest chapter and wow that is a lot I loved the yacht scene with gojo and geto being simps for shoko and y/n, and the scene with y/n and Sera like Y/N was spitting straight facts and put her in her place and I like how Sera let down her pride for a second and saw that Y/N was genuine with her actions for what she did for her brother, and Shinzo... welp buddy that's karma and it smacked you right in the face I hope E*la suffers in the most miserable way for k word Nana and hurting others I hope she doesn't hurt Y/N or Naoya 😢😭🥲 and that ending though YESSS YUTA TELL THE TRUTH #EULAFORJAIL2021 PLEASE, but I really hope that Satoru and Yuta can work on there brotherly relationship in the future Uncle Yuta when🥺🙌 but I hope you are doing well Saint and thank you for putting out amazing content for us and don't listen to those hateful anons they don't mean shit and are just jealous because you are amazing baby and don't forget that👌😁☺👊💖💓 and question after SN Season 1 is done how long are you going to take a break for I hope this doesn't sound rude I just wanted to make sure after the finally of season one that you have time to recover and focus on yourself, and has the gender of Satoru and Y/N's baby been relived idk if I missed it in the previous chapters or if it was never relieved and you don't have to answer if it is a spoiler for the rest of the chapters💖

yessss aaaa i feel like it’s not logical for sera to do a complete 180 and suddenly be all nice to yn. it’s more of a gradual process of her awakening to her own reality, realizing what she’s done wrong, and generally progressing as a character. she’s a character that has a lot of pride, so humbling herself down instead of directly apologizing to yn seems like the most accurate move for her character. so glad u guys liked the development :)

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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parkers-gal · 3 years ago

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can u do one where is ag!reader’s birthday party and there’s a lot of celebrities there (like rihanna, beyonce, kylie, doja, megan...) and she introduce tom and the boys too to them? i love your writing 🥺💙

aww🥺

this sucks but i tried lol

wc: 1.8k

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“C’mon, babes!” You pull him into your side. “It’ll be so much fun! And besides, you’re a social butterfly. You’ll fit right in,” you smile with some extra pep, and Tom laughs in response, finally nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But don’t touch your present until it’s time.” “I won’t!” You squeal. “That was one time!”

“One time too many!”

“Fine, fine,” you stand up. “C’mon, take a shower with me.”

Tom raises a brow, “Oh?”

“It’s my birthday,” you smirk, “I can have whatever I want.”

“That indeed, darling,” he’s pulled up by your arms, and the two of you go off to get ready for the party in just a few hours.

Finally, forty minutes later, you’ve dressed and prepared to drive down to the country club you’ve rented out for the party. You don’t normally make such a big deal about your birthday, but because of the success of your recent album, you know everyone would want to rejoice after all the time in quarantine.

Applying your last bit of lip liner, Tom comes strolling in while adjusting his Rolex watch. He reaches for the comb sitting in the top drawer, and you admire how sensual he looks getting ready.

“See something you like, love?”

“Ah ah ah,” You stop him. “I get free access to gawk over your hands. Today is shame-free, baby,” You do the rock ‘n’ roll sign for dramatics, and Tom teasingly rolls his eyes.

“Okay, go sit in the car, love. I need to get your present into the trunk while you aren’t eyeing my hands.”

“Yeah yeah,” You wave him off, and as you leave the bathroom, Tom playfully slaps your ass, sparking a giggle from you.

Afterward, when you finally do arrive, your mom and close friends/choreographers have already made sure the setup was complete. The first few guests to arrive are your closest confidants: Victoria Monet, Tommy Brown, Scootie and Mikey, Tayla Parx, and Courtney Chipolone.

“You look good, girl!” Victoria greets you with a soft hug, her highlight accentuating the beautiful shades of her skin.

“You too!” you reciprocate her excitement.

“And happy birthday,” she holds you at arm’s length before turning to Tom. “Treating the birthday girl well?”

“Of course, of course,” he clasps his hands together and smiles so wide that his eye crinkles show. You smile at that, hand going to the small of his back to pull him closer.

More people arrive, and soon enough the hall is packed and you’ve lost Tom in a crowd of familiar faces. You see him sitting at the bar, engaging in conversation with his brother Sam and Scott, your choreographer. Deciding to make your way over to him, you’re halfway through the bunch of the crowd when Abel stops you to catch up.

“Oh-! Can I be right back?”

He nods with a smile, sipping his cocktail and letting you run off again. Quickly, you make your way to the barstool that seats Tom.

“Hey love,” he greets.

“Hi, baby,” You curl into his side, waving gently to the boys sitting beside him. “C’mon, I want you to meet some people.”

“Welp,” Tom stands, “That’s my cue.” The three of them share a laugh and then he’s linking his hand with yours and letting you take the lead.

“You know The Weeknd, right?”

“What?” Tom stops, and because his hand is linked with yours it stops you too. “No, love, that’s- I’m- you can’t introduce me to him!”

“Why not?” You giggle. “He’s just a person.”

“Yeah, and extremely talented and successful person who my brother happens to obsess over.” You roll your eyes teasingly while beginning to pull him along again. “You’ll be fine, you big baby. Besides, he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“Alright,” he mumbles, still nervous but trusting you. Before long, he’s standing in front of the “After Hours,” singer, shaking his hand and engrossing himself in easy conversation. It flows so well that Tom almost doesn’t remember being nervous to meet him.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” He excuses himself. “It was great to catch up, Y/N/N. And nice meeting you, Tom,” he pats Tom’s shoulder as the two of you wave him goodbye.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, one of relief and pure excitement from having just met another big-time celebrity.

“Look at you, big guy,” you tease, tapping his shoulders in a taunting manner. Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, catching your hands with his and pulling you to his chest for an almost kiss.

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

“Make me.”

And he does — with his lips. When the two of you separate, you spot a group of girls in the corner and you immediately light up. Tom doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before you’re tugging him along to another side of the room.

“C’mon! There‘re more people I want you to meet!”

“Love! I’m not prepared!” he whisper-shouts. You ignore his pleas and enlargen the circle of familiar friends.

“Girlies!” they squeal as you greet them. “It’s good to see you all! There’s someone I wanna introduce you all to…” You pull Tom along, who’s a blushing, bashful mess of British and messy curls. “Tom, this is Doja, Megan, and Nicki.” You gesture to each one as you say their names. “Guys, this is Tom, my boyfriend.”

“The one you always talk about in the studio?”

“Oh, that one! In all your pictures! He’s the one on your lock screen, right?”

Nicki chuckles from behind her champagne glass, observing the encounter unravel.

“Is that so, darling?” Tom eyes you, and you groan dramatically. “Didn’t know you were so head over heels for me.”

“Oh… hush,” you sass him, and everyone laughs.

“A little birdie told me you had something to do with the makings of Positions…” Nicki teases.

You gasp, feigning shock. “I never should’ve told you that! Ugh,” You groan again, and everyone laughs at your flustered state. “I slipped up one time. One! Time!”

“Feel free to keep slipping up, then,” Tom teases. You lightly slap his upper chest and he giggles, pulling you in to steal another kiss.

“Y/N says you’ve just wrapped filming with Zendaya…?” Doja suggests, and Tom immediately lights up again.

“Oh, yeah! Spider-man three. Actually, I think Daya may be here.”

“She is,” You confirm. “She’s with Jacob and Harry by the pool table.”

“I’m gonna introduce myself,” Doja smiles slyly, and you and Tom share a laugh at her antics. Megan trails after her, champagne glass still in her hands.

“Don’t embarrass me!” She stops to speak to you one last time. “Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Tom,” she waves and Tom returns the gesture.

The two of you are left alone with Nicki, who’s speaking to a man that Tom guesses to be her boyfriend. You pull Tom along again, settling by the snack table to grab a few churros and pretzels.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“Megan had really nice nails,” He says through bites.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he smiles, though his mouth is stuffed. “Super pretty.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

Tom chuckles softly, sipping some bottled water. You watch the way his jawline accentuates and you have to force your eyes away from his soft skin and back to the cinnamon delight in your hands.

“Nicki is literally just like her songs. Like- she talks in the same way. It’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” you lick your lips, mindlessly giving Tom the rest of your churro while he hands you his half-empty water bottle. “She’s such an entertaining person. It’d be fun to get together with her one day.”

“Definitely,” Tom smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Who’s next?”

“I think Kylie and her sister are here.”

“Oh my god,” he swallows. “Is Stormi here?”

“Of course you’d ask that.” You roll your eyes, putting the bottle into the recycling bin and pulling Tom towards a gathering of couches and lounge chairs. When you spot her, Travis Scott is taking pictures for what you assume to be her Instagram. She’s dressed in a skin-tight dress and some elegant heels, and you make a mental note to compliment her later.

“Kylie!” You make yourself known. She lets out a soft “oh!” and stands immediately to hug you. Travis turns his phone off and shakes Tom’s hand while you talk with Kylie. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you! Happy birthday,” She smiles before turning to Tom.

“Hey. I’m Tom. Y/N’s-”

“Boyfriend,” She finishes, shaking his hand. “I’m Kylie.”

When you notice Travis making his way back over to the three of you, you see Stormi in his arms and from your peripheral vision, Tom is bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Stormi, this is Tom. He wanted to meet you,” Travis whispers softly, setting her down on her feet. She gravitates towards Tom, and the two of them start talking rather passionately about something fun. You chuckle at them, but you can’t help admiring Tom for his skills with kids.

You talk with Kylie about the past few months, and after several minutes, you see Harry and Harrison making their way over to you and Tom.

“And who’s this little lady?” Harrison smiles when Stormi giggles, and he kneels to her level.

“Stormi,” She says softly. Both Harrison and Tom clap and praise the sweet girl for introducing herself all on her own. Tom takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and Stormi finds comfort on his left leg while playing with his right hand. They discuss which nail polish colors would be best with Tom’s look, and you indulge in Kylie’s newest beauty and skincare products.

Later on, you’re back at the snack table with Tom, and after sufficiently filling up, you offer another suggestion. “Up for meeting Madonna again?”

Tom’s eyes widen and he groans, shaking his head in panic. “No. Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say between laughs, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You wrap your arms around his neck and link your hands, leaning against him in a slow-dance position. His hands find the skin of your waist in comfort. The moment doesn’t last long when you notice Tom’s brothers making their way over with a glint in their eyes — you know they want something.

“What do you divs want?” Tom asks, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Well…”

“We heard Nicki Minaj is here,” Harrison interrupts Sam.

“Would you introduce us?” Harry beams in hope. He looks almost nervous, albeit still excited, about asking. Whether that’s because you might say no, or because she’s one of his favorite artists, neither you nor Tom know.

Separating from Tom, you let out a deep and exasperated breath, smiling goodbye and unlinking your hand with his. “Here we go again!” You whisper while the boys pull you along in the direction of the Queen of Rap.

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queen-yalo · 4 years ago

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Naruto | Headcanons | Arranged marriage

Request: Hello bby ily and i am here to bother you with another request about the founders (YES with zuzu u know why 🥺) i’m a huge sucker for this trope for some reason so — arranged marriage hc? With a shy s/o who does her best to make things work but is just. Kinda intimidated by their new husbando. How would they try to make their darling more comfortable and happy? :’3 ilyyy [by @mina-ships]

A/N: Okay, that makes two of us. ;-; Thank you for requesting! ♥ Hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): Hashirama Senju x reader; Izuna Uchiha x reader; Madara Uchiha x reader; Tobirama Senju x reader

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• Oh, this sweet cinnamon roll. Let’s be real, if you were forced into an arranged marriage and he’d be the one you would have to marry... jackpot, okay?

• Hashirama doesn’t care that he has to marry someone he doesn’t love. But he cares about you as a person. He is so selfless, he’s more concerned about your wellbeing than about his.

• So, when you two get married, he is determined to make your relationship work. He does everything he can to get to know you, your hobbies, interests, favorite food, music, etc. That doesn't make it very difficult for you to try and make this work, too. You spoil him day and night, wanting him to always be in a good mood.

• He has no problem with shyness whatsoever. He understands that the situation is very difficult for you. He’s a very gentle and patient man, so he will try over and over again, until he coaxes you out of your shell. He doesn’t expect you to change. You can be shy and introverted. All he wants is to see a reaction. An assurance that his advances and his efforts are not fruitless.

• Sooner or later you will fall for this man. Maybe or maybe not in a passionate “let’s elope” kind of way. But you will definitely develop feelings for him. You will learn to value and love him. Not because he forces you, but because he is determined to be the best husband for you. You will be happy in this marriage, even though your life didn’t turn out the way you wanted.

• Uchiha-Brat No. 1. A gentleman, still... a brat. A very charming gentleman-brat. Okay, let’s get into detail on this. Izuna is not happy about being forced into an arranged marriage. But it’s a necessary evil so he might as well make the best out of it.

• He is a bit of a manwhore, until you become his fiancée. He knows that it would make you feel bad, but the main reason for his change in behavior is his brother. Madara made it very clear that he wants Izuna to treat you with the upmost respect since he is representing the whole clan in a way. Izuna begrudgingly agrees.

• It's weird for him at first. He's extroverted, quite talkative and likes to joke around. And you? You are shy. Very shy. You can't even properly look him in the eyes when he gets you to talk? It frustrates him to no end.

• He will spend more time at his brother's office ranting, rather than trying to talk it out with you. Again, Madara is his voice of reason. You're very young, you were ripped from your family into a new environment, married off to someone you don't know... you need time, that's all.

• Izuna notices how you try to make the relationship work in your own way. You keep the house clean, you make the best meals, you make him tea when he starts to get stressed... sometimes you even grace him with a small smile. Izuna decides to not give up and just slowly coaxes you to be more open.

• Feelings will definitely develop at one point. Who could not love that cute face? That goes for both of you. ;) Seriously though, you will grow very close and your marriage will have it's difficulties, but all in all it's very nice and fulfilling.

• Madara knew he had to get married at one point, most likely to someone he didn't know. Ever since he was young he got used to that thought, so when the day came it wasn't really a shocking surprise to him.

• Much like his brother, he's quite frustrated with your shyness - for many reasons. Not only because he doesn't deal well with shy people, but also because you're the clan leader's wife. People might randomly approach you to talk to you about stuff concerning the clan, asking for help, etc. They wouldn't trust an overly shy woman. He had to get this shyness out of you somehow.

• He observes you closely. You're determined, talented, smart, charming, hard-working. At one point he starts smiling when he thinks of you. He's looking forward to come home every day, knowing that you're waiting for him there. It's weird at first, but he likes the feeling.

• Over time he helps you to overcome your shyness. He doesn't want you to become someone you're not. But he wants you to be bold enough to hold conversations with strangers and politicians, etc. He's very proud of you when you succeed.

• Madara and you will grow very close. Even if you never really fall in love (which you will), you two are inseparable. You know you can rely on each other, you work well together and you would never choose someone else over the other.

• Poor you. Grumpy SenjuTM has no interest in a relationship, let alone marriage. And you will feel it. Hashirama can talk a little bit of reason into him, but.. oh well.

• He leaves early and comes home late. Conversation? Apart from "thank you for the meal" and "goodnight" - not much.

• Tobirama takes everything you do for granted. Everything. And at one point he gets used to it. You doing all the work at home, pampering him day and night. He actually enjoys your shyness since you're one of the few people that doesn't talk his ear off *cough* Hashirama *cough*.

• It's not until that one day that he comes home earlier than usual, finding you in the garden, crying and sobbing heavily. He asks you what happened... but nothing could have prepared him for that outburst. You got inside (of course you didn't want the neighbors to hear everything) and started yelling. You didn't mean to yell, but all that built up frustration had to get out.

• You yelled how you didn't know what else to do. You tried being a good wife, you tried making him happy but he just didn't seem to notice. Or did he just not care? Was that it? Was that really how he was? Ignorant? Cold? Tobirama gulped. He didn't know you felt like that. He just thought that it was good enough as it is. You two weren't fighting and you didn't hate each other and that was already more than most arranged couples could say, right?

• But Tobirama isn't an ass. Plus, he liked your outburst. Obviously there was more behind that shy facade of yours and that made him curious. He promises to better himself and show more effort in the future. Now, with Tobirama it's never just words, you know? When he says he'll do something, he'll do it. Even if it takes a while and it doesn't come easy to him.

• But he will think about what he can do for you. Flowers? Any kind of tea that you like? A new kimono maybe? ..........(physical) affection? He shuddered slightly. But he tried his best to make you feel appreciated and over time... he didn't like to admit it, but he liked cuddling you? Ugh. 🙄

• He definitely catches feelings. He never felt something like this before.. but he grows to like it. And he's so thankful that you became his wife, even if you had a rocky start and not everything is sunshine and unicorns. He wouldn't trade you or this marriage for the world. And neither would you.

#naruto #naruto shippuuden #naruto headcanons #hashirama x reader #hashirama senju x reader #izuna x reader #izuna uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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ok so like y/n hanging out with her friends at an ice cream shop and super cute employee kook so happens to make y/n very nervous

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook (birthday boy!!!) x reader

➺ genre; marshmallow fluff level fluffy!!!! if u have a sweet tooth then this drabble is for you, jimin and taehyung are nightmare friends and i don’t know why u insist on hanging out with them all the time, *clown nose honk*

➺ wordcount: 3.5k

➺ what to expect; “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

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“oh, god. i think you’re going to have to roll me into the car.” you groan as you place a hand over your bloated stomach, “also, i’m… pretty sure i’m nine months pregnant.”

whoever came up with the whole ‘all you can eat buffet!’ concept must’ve been a psychopath because you feel like if you take another step you’re going to projectile vomit all the way across town

you let out a huff as you bend down and place your hands on your knees

jesus

you’re going to be siCK

“no one asked you to eat like seven servings of mac n’ cheese balls.” jimin raises a brow before rubbing your back in comforting circles

“i’m sorry, do you not hear yourself?” you twist your head before looking at him as if he just sprouted two heads on each shoulder, “mac n’ cheese balls. deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. all you can eat deep-fried balls of macaroni and cheese. with a tangy chipotle-ranch dip on the side!”

“alright, i get it.” he snorts before rolling his eyes, “i’m guessing this means you’re not in the mood for dessert anymore?”

you immediately stand up straight before giving your stomach a couple of pats, “where are we going for dessert??”

you’re ALWAYS in the mood for dessert

your first stomach might be full of food but your second stomach is completely empty

the monster inside your second stomach demands something sweet!

“well, scoops is right across the street. i heard the ice cream there is pretty good!” taehyung chirps before pointing at the ice cream place

you immediately feel your heart fall out of your ass

you usually never say no to ice cream but uh

there’s one reason why you’d prefer to go someplace else

jimin glances back when he notices you’re not following them to cross the street

he raises a brow before tilting his head, “if you actually need to puke, the garbage bin is right the-“

“i’m fine, i just-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “why do we have to go for ice cream?? there’s a frozen yogurt place a couple blocks away… and frozen yogurt is just as good!”

jimin and taehyung exchange glances before the two of them look back at you

“weren’t you the one who said that frozen yogurt was just a sad, watered-down version of ice cream and that the day you asked to go for frozen yogurt was the day we should execute you via cruel, unusual punishment?”

“yeah, and the cruel, unusual punishment was to force you to eat frozen yogurt?”

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek

damnit

they’re right

you friggin’ hate frozen yogurt

“ooh, check it out!” jimin gasps, his eyes lighting up, “strawberry-rhubarb pie. i wonder how they turned a pie into an ice cream flavour!”

“uh-huh, yeah…” you mutter absentmindedly, eyes flitting around behind the large counter

okay

okay!

this is fine

everything is fine

maybe today is his day off something!

hopEfully today is his day off because you are literally about to pop a button on your jeans and the last person who you’d want to have witness that would be-

“good evening, folks!” you practically jump out of your skin and you instinctively duck behind taehyung when he seems to pop out of thin air

he smiles brightly as he props his arms up on the top of the display case, “just give me a holler whenever you’re ready.”

okay

we should probably rewind a little bit

‘he’ would be… well, the person you’re currently hiding from.

you don’t know much about him besides the fact that his name is jungkook (the name tags here are comically large, by the way. it’s actually a little ridiculous. it’s like the employees think all the customers are blind and that’s why they made their name tags the size of a baby’s head.) and every time you come here he gives you extra hot fudge on your ice cream and also he’s very veRY cute

you usually come here after you finish submitting an essay or doing a live presentation as a way to reward yourself

because why live life if you’re not going to treat yourself every now and again??

you started this tradition at the beginning of the year and originaLLy you went to the only ice cream place on campus

unfortunately, the ice cream place on campus isn’t super great

their waffle cones are always stale and the ice cream pretty much melts as soon as you take a step outside of the store

and you werE going to give up and just find another place (your second option was the ice cream at mcdonald’s but that’s actually kind of sad now that you think about it) but!!!!

you felt like you deserved to have good ice cream!!!

so you googled the best ice cream parlours in the city and scoops was one of the only ones that was the closest to campus

only a ten minute bus ride away and you didn’t even have to transfer to another bus or anything

it was pretty much a dream come true!!

and you still remember the first time you wandered in here because you were greeted veRy enthusiastically by jungkook

you were pretty much the only person in the store on that day because it was like 2pm on a tuesday which made it hard to believe that this place was as popular as it sounded

to be fair, 2pm on a tuesday isn’t really the normal time to grab a cone of ice cream so there’s that

“you’re not striking me as the cookies ’n cream type. that seems a little too basic for you…” jungkook mutters as he stroked at his chin thoughtfully, “and i’m not getting a rocky road vibe from you, either…”

“is that so?” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smile and you cross your arms as you begin to make your way down the counter, jungkook slowly following you from where he’s standing, “what kind of vibe are you getting from me?”

“red velvet cake!” jungkook stops in his tracks to point at the tub of red velvet ice cream sitting in the display case, “in a brownie waffle cone… with hot fudge on top.”

your brows perk up in interest

red velvet cake ice cream

in a brownie waffle cone

with hot fudge on top?

…that sounds like something you’d devour in three seconds flat.

you obviously ended up enjoying the ice cream, and from that moment on, you promised yourself that this would be your place to celebrate your little victories

so, yeah!

the ice cream was good and the cute boy was just a bonus

of course… there is one tiny detail that has to be addressed

if it wasn’t already painfully obvious by now - jungkook makes you extremely nervous.

you’re not sure how it started, because you were literally fine when you first met him

the nerves appeared without warning of any kind!!

it was very strange

one day jungkook’s smile suddenly made your heart skip a beat and you had nO idea why because it had never done that before

and another time, when he told you that you were his favourite customer, your stomach started doing somersaults which was also something that your stomach had nevER done before

ooh, AND that one time when he said that he’d make a fresh batch of brownie waffle cones just for you… well, you were pretty much ready to marry him right then and there.

sure, when you saw the occasional attractive person on the street, you’d have the usual ‘oh, they’re pretty cute!’ thought, but that’d be it and then you’d never think about them again

but it was different with jungkook

it was more intense with jungkook

this wasn’t just a little schoolgirl crush.,,. this was,.., this was a schoolwoMAN crush

you initially thought that all these brand new feelings combined with the tingly feeling of chocolate syrup pumping through your veins should’ve been enough to scare you away from scoops forever, but…

the only reason why you keep swallowing your nerves and coming back is because the ice cream is really good here (five gold stars on google reviews!!) aND you can’t say no to extra hot fudge on the house!!!

sometimes jungkook surprises you with a couple brownie chunks or marshmallows or even cheesecake chunks on top without ever charging you which is also really nice of him

not to mention, on the days that you end class a little earlier, you like to come here to get some studying done

you have your own little table in the corner and jungkook always brings you a little treat to enjoy during your study session

nothing huGe like your usual red velvet brownie waffle hot fudge combo because you told him that you were only allowed to eat that if you were celebrating something, so he usually brings you a little cup with a random flavour of ice cream in it

strawberry shortcake

cinnamon toast crunch

banana milk is a really good one

and you can’t noT mention the chocolate-covered strawberries ice cream

the ice cream is a tangy strawberry base with swirls of dark chocolate in it and it is truly.,,. truly one of the best things you’ve ever put in your mouth

you just don’t understand why your knees get so wobbly and your palms get sO sweaty every time he flashes that handsome smile of his in your direction

you see plenty of attractive people every day on campus!

you see plenty of attractive people every day in your lectures!

your two friends are a couple of attractive people as well!!

at one point you even had crushes on boTh jimin and taehyung!!

(you will be taking that information to your grave because if they find out.,,. you’ll never live it down)

so why is this any different??

“so, i’m gonna go with the strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… and-“ jimin turns to look at taehyung (and you, currently peeking at jimin over taehyung’s shoulder), “what are you guys getting?”

your eyes widen and you duck down again when jungkook leans over to look at you and taehyung

“i’m gonna go with… the dark chocolate and caramel swirl… in a plain waffle cone.” taehyung nods affirmatively, “yeah. take the order now before i overthink it.”

“one strawberry-rhubarb pie in a cup… one dark chocolate and caramel swirl in a plain waffle cone…” jungkook mumbles to himself as he rinses the ice cream scooper in the little bucket of water before tapping it off on the side, “-and one red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top, right, y/n?”

boTh taehyung and jimin’s heads nearly snap off when they turn to look at you

taehyung steps out of the way and you freeze like a deer in headlights

maybe if you just… stay very still… jungkook won’t see you…

a good two seconds ticks by before you figure that you probably look like an idiot right now

“um-“ you straighten up a little before smoothing your sweater down, “i… yep! that… yep. sounds good.”

jungkook smiles brightly before nodding, “alright! just give me a couple of minutes to get that ready for you guys.”

your heart starts to drum away in your chest as you watch the back of jungkook’s head

even the back of his damn head is attractive

it’s not fair!!!!

“…i feel like there’s something we’re missing here.” taehyung is the first one to speak up and you force out a chuckle before shaking your head

time to do what you do best

D E N Y

“there’s nothing you’re missing here!” you snort, “he just- i’ve been here like, once or twice, so-“

“red velvet cake in a brownie waffle cone with hot fudge on top sounds a little too specific for you to have only been here once or tw-“ jimin pauses and his eyes widen to the size of saucers, “oh my god.”

your brows knit together in concern, “wh- what?”

a smile begins to creep onto jimin’s face and your mind begins to race with what he could possibLy be thinking when suddenly- “you slept with him!” jimin gasps before whacking tae’s arm multiple times, “she slept with him!!!”

“wha- NO- no, i did not sleep with jungk-!” you lower your voice when you realise that there are children in here and you lean in, “i didn’t sleep with him. i just- i come here a lot, and- i don’t know. he’s nice! a-and he’s cute. he’s- he’s nice and he’s cute. and he gives me free things, sometimes.”

“…yeah, i think she’s telling the truth. she definitely didn’t sleep with him.“ taehyung shakes his head and you let out a sigh of relief

at least someone’s on your side here

you jolt when taehyung suddenly gives you a hearty sLAp on the back, “she’s just in love with him and doesn’t know how to tell him-“

OH my go-

“hey, your ice creams are ready for you!” jungkook, once again, seemingly pops out of thin air and the thrEE of you immediately split up the mini football huddle, “i have them for you at the cash register if you wanna come over and get them! y/n, i tried something new with your cone - i wrapped marshmallow fluff around the top and then caramelised it so it’d turn into, like, a s’mores situation-”

“y-yep! i’ll be right there-“ you hold a finger out and jungkook nods before heading over to the cash register

you turn to look at jimin and taehyung and scowl when the two of them begin to make kissy noises at each other

“oh, y/n, come to the back so i can show you my cone-“

“you can fluff my marshmallows any day of the week, jungkook-“

oh, god

see????

this was exaCTLY why you didn’t want to come here!!!!

in case this happened!!!!!

“oh my god, lemme drizzle my syrup all over your face, baby-“

“okay, c’mon, that’s enough-“

“roll me up like how you roll those waffle cones with your big, strong arms-“

jesus christ

children!!!!!!!

they are both chiLdren!!!!

boys are so GROSS

jungkook waits patiently by the cash register as his fingers drum against the marble countertop

he leans over to peek at you and your friends and smiles lightly when he sees you whaCk at one of them

to be honest, he liked you the moment you stepped into the shop for the first time

he still remembers how excited you were when you were looking at all the different flavours

according to the company policy, customers are only allowed to try four samples but jungkook’s pretty sure he let you try twenty samples on that day

after the first time you came here, he was actually pretty worried that he’d never see you again??

he was pretty bummed about it for a while because he wished that he would’ve asked for your number or something while you were here but he was too busy trying to be the charming ice-cream boy anD he was also pretty busy admiring your cute face

so he was very much pleasantly surprised when you came back a week later and was fully ready to let you go ham on the samples again

>:-)

but, again, he didn’t ask for your number that time around either because he couldn’t figure out a smooth way to ask you

and he wasn’t worried about you noT coming back because you seemed like a pretty big ice cream person

the point is: jungkook’s had plenty of opportunities (practically handed to him on a silver platter) to ask for your number so that he can finally ask you OUT and… he hasn’t.

but today!!!!

today will be different!!!!

today he’ll finally make his move!!!

he’s not giving himself an option!!!

he actually wasn’t expecting you in today because you usually pop up every two weeks or so and you came in last week

at first he thought that maybe you were dating one of the boys that you came in with but from the looks of it, the vibes are very much platonic and not at all romantic

so he thinks he’s in the clear here

jungkook straightens his posture and puffs his chest out a little bit when he sees you walking over

okay

operation: finally ask y/n for her number, you pussy is undERWAY

“well, i’m going to go and pay for your guys’ ice creams and you can just continue to make fools of yourselves-!”

by the time you make your way over to the cash register, jimin and taehyung are stiLL going at it but you’re hoping that jungkook won’t pay it any mind

“alright, how much do i owe you?” you ask as you pull your debit card out of your wallet, “this ice cream is the only thing i’m willing to break my wallet over-“

“actually, all of this is on the house today.” jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet for a second, “it’s the special birthday discount!”

you tilt your head

what special birthday discount?

“birthday discount?” you ask dumbly, “it’s not my birthday, though.”

“no, it’s not your birthday… but it’s my birthday.” jungkook clears his throat, “and… you know, i wanted to do something nice for you!”

“okay, well, first of all- happy birthday!” you smile brightly before that smile immediately drops from your face, “and, second of all- i can’t take this for free, jungkook- you even sprinkled those fancy toasted pecans on top of taehyung’s ice cream! i have to give you something-“

jungkook swallows his nerves

it’s now or never!

“there is… one thing you could give me…” he trails off, his voice starting to grow a little quiet

okay

the confidence is beginning to dwindle a little so he should probably get to the point

“yeah, i can think of one thing- like money??” you stick your debit card out again and jungkook rolls his eyes playfully before whacking your hand away

okay

just say it

just say it!!!!!!

“no, not money…” jungkook swallows thickly before shaking his head, “i was thinking more along the lines of… you know, your number.”

you drop your debit card on the countertop with a clatter

“my-“ you cut yourself off mid-sentence and you feel your cheeks immediately turn bright red, “you- you want my number?”

jungkook… jungkook wants your number?

you feel like money would be better than your number, but that’s just your humble opinion

“i mean- you obviously don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to! i-i’m not trying to imply that you owe me anything, i just-“ jungkook pauses for a second and his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip nervously, “i just, um, i don’t know! i… i really… enjoy your company, whenever you come in for a visit, you know? and i think you’re really pretty, so there’s that. i dunno.”

well, he can safely say that his self-proclaimed boyish charm flew out of the window as soon as he opened his mouth

why’s he so nervous all of a sudden??

he’s practiced this in front of the mirror a doZEN times

and every time he hits on himself in the mirror he’s tempted to give himself his number

that’s how good he is at flirting!!

but here he is!!!

fumbling over his words!!!

shoving his clammy hands into his pockets!!!

diverting his gaze from the pretty girl who he’s been dreaming about ever since the first time he laid his undeserving eyes on her!!!

“no, no-! i just-“ you smile shyly as you slide your debit card back into your wallet with clumsy hands, “i would absolutely love to give you my number! it’s just that i- i didn’t- i didn’t think that you… liked me like that.”

jungkook looks up at you before scoffing playfully, “i’ve been giving you free ice cream for the past four months, y/n. you really didn’t think, at any point, that i liked you like that?”

you press your lips together before flashing a sheepish smile at him, “i mean… i was probably paying more attention to the ice cream than to you.”

jungkook snorts

he should’ve seen that coming.

(p.s. he heard every single word of what your friends said earlier and this is just his dumb icky sleazy boy brain speaking but he’d be down to drizzle his syrup on ur face if you allowed him to)

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eulaties · 4 years ago

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how i view each a:tla character

hoo boy this is a long one

sokka:

- highkey smartest guy on team avatar

- but with aang they're like the equivalent of the my two braincells meme

- boomerang, ponytail, and space sword guy

- comes up with the best nicknames and jokes

- best friends with aang

- his sexism literally saved the world

- but dw he drinks gallons of respect women juice a day now

- has the baddest gf suki who could kick his ass at any given moment

- wanted momo for a week (why??)

- sokka walked so eboys could run

- roasts zuko constantly

- officially known as mr wang fire

toph:

- baddest bitch don't mess with her

- small but will not hesitate to kill you

- I AM MELON LORD

- I emit a super sonic wave from my mouth in order to see

- AHHHHHHHHHHHH

- let toph say fuck

- secretly misses her parents

- her way of showing affection is beating you up

- "do you think friendships can transcend lifetimes?"

- literally so badass she invented a new form of bending

- the greatest earthbender alive

zuko:

- zuko, you're gonna get a kick out of this... YOUR HONOR WAS IN MY SLEEVE THIS WHOLE TIME

- undergoes the best character redemption arc of all time change my mind

- his scar is on the wrong side

- WHY AM I SO BAD AT BEING GOOD

- lowkey emo

- "im never happy"

- hes always happy around his goth gf mai tho

- got his life ruined by ozai, fuck him

- uncle iroh is now his dad, ozai who?

- bad at making jokes but he tries his best

- once his anger got stripped away he just became a socially awkward person

- awkward legend

- hello, z u k o here

- gets accepted into the gaang™ and gets a new family :)

- his friendship with aang is everything

- pretends to be annoyed by aang but secretly treasures their friendship

aang:

- powerful af and can literally take your bending away

- but honestly hed rather everyone be happy

- epitome of a cinnamon roll

- he deserves the world

- mentally strong af as well, i mean he had to cope with a GENOCIDE in the third episode

- "some friendships are so strong they can transcend lifetimes"

- unashamedly so in LOVE with katara

- gushes about her all the time

- peppy

- in touch with his ~feminine~ side

- his smiles and laughs are contagious

- so freaking friendly its impossible to hate him, i mean how could you

- hes so friendly he seems like hes flirting but hes not, thats just how he is

- has the best eyebrows

- friends with everyone

- showers appa and momo with the affection they deserve

- best friends with sokka

katara:

- the mom friend™

- absolutely WHIPPED for aang god she loves him so much

- everyone looks up to her. literally was the only thing keeping the group together at some points

- has a big af temper tho

- will cut a bitch

- when shes pissed off shes pissed OFF

- dont fucking hurt the people she loves or she will COME for you

- her power crawl is everything

- can literally bloodbend or heal you, your choice

- denies any relation to sokka whenever hes being stupid

- her outfit in the fire nation SLAPPED

- regularly schedules sleepovers with suki and toph (although she has to drag toph to the sleepover)

- what if we kissed? 😳 in the cave of oma and shu 👉👈 haha jk jk... unless

suki:

- sexism is no more

- takes down sokka's sexist ass easily

- strong af dont underestimate her

- sweetest gf tho

- loved the atrocious sand sculpture sokka made of her

- kidnapped a prison warden all by herself

- honestly underrated

- appa likes her

- singlehandedly saved sokkas and tophs lives

- in kyoshi we stan

iroh:

- the wisest character ever

- guides zuko into the right direction

- "i was just worried that you lost your way"

- zuko and irohs reunion made me SOB

- makes the best tea and owns a successful business, the jasmine dragon

- LEAVES FROM THE VINE FALLJNG SO SLOWLY

- IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

- r.i.p mako 💔

ursa:

- went to get some milk 9 years ago and never came back

azula:

- the prodigy kid that all parents compare you to

- got groomed by ozai from an early age

- favorite child

- loves power and intimidating others

- top of the food chain

- can absolutely BREAK you with a snap of her fingers

- badass but not in a good way

- dont play beach volleyball with her she'll absolutely destroy your career

- wow, your outfit is so... sharp. careful, it could puncture the hull of an empire ship and leave hundreds of soldiers to drown at sea! because... its so sharp.

- mental health slipping after she gets betrayed by her two best friends

- got that quarantine bangs haircut

- honestly the last agni kai was really sad

- just wanted to be loved by ursa

- certified insane

ozai:

- ruined zuko's and azula's life

- career literally got ended by aang

- nothing else to say fuck this guy

ty lee:

- an absolute ray of sunshine

- her aura has never been pinker

- got the happy ending she deserved with the kyoshi warriors

mai:

- deadpan snark

- goth

- will cut a bitch from afar with her throwing knives

- you miscalculated

- I LOVE ZUKO MORE THAN I FEAR YOU

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years ago

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Mistake (Rafe Cameron x reader) Epilogue

Summary: You, a pogue and Rafe Cameron, a kook are friends of benefits, secretly of course. But what happens when you get pregnant?

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A/N: well.... this is the end. Thank you to everyone who’s followed this story and supported it by either liking, commenting, or reblogging it. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. I love you guys xx

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~ 5 Months Later ~

You’d just hit the 9 month mark and well baby pogue (or baby kook as all Rafe’s friends call it) could be here any day now. It was all up to her to make her famous debut. The last 5 months were smooth sailing. The apartment over the garage was fixed up for you, Rafe and the baby. The nursery was painted, furniture together, and décor hung on the walls, thanks to Sarah and Kie.

You waddled your way through the apartment; Rafe was in the living room watching tv and that’s when you saw it. You bursted into tears like it was the worst thing in the world. Rafe was quick on his feet, “What?! What’s wrong?” He hurried to you, jumping over a pile of dirty clothes to be put in the laundry, “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, putting your forehead against his chest, your belly creating a large space between the two of you.

“Baby… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He wraps his arms around you.

“t-the shoes.” You sniffled, pulling away from him and pointing to the shoes that were by the door. It was his shoes he’d taken off when he arrived home earlier. Instead of going in the closet like usual they were sitting neatly by the door and for some reason it was the end of the world for you.

Rafe let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry baby. I’ll put them up.” He slowly pulls from you and grabs the shoes from the floor and putting them on the rack in the closet, “Better?”

You sniffled, nodding and wiping your eyes, “They just weren’t where they were supposed to be.”

“Please be careful…” Kie winced as Pope and John B helped you over into the boat. You may have been 9 months pregnant and the size of a whale but that didn’t stop you from a nice relaxing day on the boat.

“I’m fine, Kie.” You huff, sitting down on your usual seat. “Thank you, boys.”

“Are you sure you should be out on the boat?” Pope asks, grabbing your bag from the dock and setting it in the boat.

“You look like you’re about to pop.” JJ adds, sitting down.

You and Kie give him a look and he holds his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying.”

“My doctor said it was fine as long as it was smooth rides.” You look at John B, who nods, “I won’t go out of the marsh. It’ll be smooth.”

“What if you go into labor?” JJ looks uneasy as he looks at your belly and then back up at you, “I’m not a doctor. None of us are.”

You roll your eyes, “JJ, I’ll be fine. We’re not going far out. Soon, I won’t be able to do this. I just needed to get out of the house.” You knew you probably should have come out considering you had pains in your stomach all morning, but they weren’t anything major. You figured they were Braxton hicks or false labor. You’d already had a scare and Rafe had rushed you to the hospital only to be told it was Braxton hicks. You didn’t want that to happen again.

You ran a hand over your stomach, “Will you guys please stop looking at me like I’m a little china doll that could break?”

You took a deep breath as another pain rolled through your lower stomach, clenching your eyes shut. This one was more intense than the others.

“You okay?” John B puts a hand on your shoulder.

You nod, “Yeah fine. Just some Braxton hicks.”

“Maybe we should head back.” John B offers.

You stand, “John B I’m fine, okay? I just need to walk a little.” You craned your neck from side to side as you took a couple steps. And that’s when you felt it. “Oh no.” You look up at the pogues, eyes wide. Your water just broke.

“Oh my god.” Kie says.

“Oh, that’s disgusting.” JJ makes vomit noises.

“Shit.” Pope adds.

“And it’s time for us to go.” John B says, getting behind the wheel. “Everyone sit down!”

“Someone has to call Rafe!” You clutch at JJ and Pope’s hand as they help you walk up toward the chateau.

“On it!” Kie says, digging through your bag for your phone.

JJ winces, “Shit, y/n.. don’t break my hand.”

You send him a look and he quickly shuts up, “You squeeze it however hard you need too. Yup, you can break my hand if you need to.” He nods.

“Get her in the van.” John B puts some blankets down in the van, moving trash out of the way.

You double over as another contraction hits, “Oh god..”

“Note that one Pope.” John B says.

“Yup I got it! They’re getting closer. Maybe 7 minutes?”

“Rafe, she’s in labor! I don’t know, we were on the boat and her water broke… yes we’re on our way.. okay we’ll meet you there.” Kie throws the phone back in the bag, “Rafe’s meeting us there.”

“Can we get going then before she pops this baby out right here?!” JJ looks frantically at the pogues.

“She’s beautiful..” Rafe whispers next to you. You were ready to push as soon as you got there. Rafe was already waiting in the hospital for you guys to arrive. It only took a few good pushes and she was here.

“She has your eyes..” You gently rub your finger over her cheek, looking up at him, “You ready to hold her?”

He nods, gently taking her from you. His eyes tear up looking down at the baby swaddled in a pink blanket, “Hi baby girl..” He slowly backs up so he can sit in the rocker next to you, slowly rocking back and forth. “I thought you were beautiful..” He looks up at you, “But she’s breathtaking, y/n. I mean she’s perfect.”

You nod, “We made a pretty cute baby, didn’t we?”

He chuckles, nodding, “We did. Who would have thought you and I having a drunken one-night stand on the beach would end in this?”

“A lot of good came from that one night stand.”

There was a soft knock on the door, “Come in..” In walked the pogues. John B had a bouquet of flowers, JJ had balloons, Kie had a gift bag and Pope had a teddy bear in his hands.

Rafe slowly stands from the rocker, “she’s beautiful, you guys.”

Kie gives an excited quiet squeal, putting the gift bag down, coming over to Rafe, “look at her.. oh she’s so cute and little.”

John B comes to your side, setting the flowers on your bed side table, “How’s mama feeling?” He kisses your head.

“I’m good.. Better now that she’s here.” You give his hand a squeeze.

“she’s going to have a hard time with boys because her uncles are going to kick the asses of all the boys that come near her..” JJ coos over Kie’s shoulder.

“Yes we are.. you’re never going to have a boyfriend.” Pope coos.

“Finally, something we all agree on..” Rafe chuckles, handing Kie the baby.

John B walks over, holding his hand out to Rafe, “Congratulations, man. She’s beautiful.”

Rafe nods, shaking John B’s hand, “Thank you. And thank you for getting her here safely. And in time.” He chuckles.

You watch as Rafe and the pogues stand around admiring her. You never thought you would be sitting here 10 months ago. However, you wouldn’t take anything back. Your friendships were stronger. You managed to catch the love of your life and now brought a beautiful and healthy new baby into the world. The pogues vs kooks was over, non-existent. This one mistake brought you great things.

“What’s her name?” Pope asks, looking up at you. The other pogues looking at you as well.

“Maddie Anne Cameron.”

You’d had plenty of mistakes over the last 10 months, but this one mistake ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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celestial-bastard · 4 years ago

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you asked for it

what the character you have as ur display pic says about you

✨twilight edition✨

bella : you’re pretty chill, quite grounded, not abrasive or offensive in anyway, probably short and a virgo, probably quite an activist too

edward : emo master 3000, romantic sometimes to a fault, oh boy do u have some underlying angst, you live off of tension and romanticize forbidden love OR you just obsess over that One Time™️ he wore sunglasses

rosalie : you’re probably really sweet but i am so fucking intimidated by you, ik that most rose stans are sluts for her but u literally take on her initial standoffish hotness with her as ur pic idk how but it’s true (capricorn/scorpio energy)

emmett : THE MOST CHAOTIC PERSON, wholesome but stupid, super fucking funny, just effortless and never ending humour, the backbone of the twilight memes (fire sign energy x1000000)

jasper : you’re a ✨whore✨ and all you want in life is to ride that vampire cowboy into the sunset (and i admire u for it)

alice : you cutie patootie!!! Cinnamon Roll™️, the absolute sweetest with a secret love for mischief, luv u bb

carlisle : daddy kink, doctor kink and vampire kink in one person, how horny can you be?! OR you really admire/look up to kind people in positions of authority

esme : you love LOVE! you admire kindness in people and try your damndest to spread as much love and light as you possibly can, deffo the type to look after their friends if they get poorly and/or give baked goods as gifts

charlie : daddy kink, got a thing for facial hair too, u rlly appreciate father figures and u think that he should’ve got more attention in the story ((but if ur a bootlicker i’ll beat ur ass))

jacob : either ur like 9 years old or you’re hella pissed about how smeyer wrote him after new moon (rightfully so, she’s an ass) and u want to right the wrongs however u can

billy : dad! friend! u wear oversized sweaters with funky patterns on them and say ‘you’re the bomb’ waaayyyy too much, ur personality reminds me of a fatherly chuckle

leah : YOU ARE A KIND SOUL DOING GODS WORK BETTER THAN HE EVER COULD. ur fighting for what is right, intersectional feminist, u love women and always do what u can to empower them (pls marry me)

embry : you want to see positive representation! you love boys and are definitely the carefree, ‘whatever will be, will be’ type and make the best out of any situation OR you really admire that quality in others

victoria : femme fatale!! SO hot, u love women ESPECIALLY ‘evil’ or powerful ones!!, probably into choking, i’m seeing a lot of black clothing and classic red lipstick, ur personality is this emoji 😈

mike : memes memes memes memes. u appreciate lighthearted comedy & root for underdogs. or maybe u just rlly like golden retrievers

seth : literal ray of SUNSHINE, everything is yellow, ur probably quite creative, good hugs, big heart, absolute softie

maria : in personality u lie somewhere between leah and victoria, you’ve got a thing for powerful woman and fight for intersectionality in every way u can, ur hot as hell and super intimidating (not as much as rose stans tho)

aro (or any of the others in the volturi) : CHAOTIC funny but for evil, u like drama and causing a fuss (or like seeing other people doing so), i’m getting a pyromaniac vibe, u probably rlly like castles and/or are a history major

and if you have a combination of characters : you are DESPERATE to have whatever the characters share together (for example; the hale twins = their badass mutual murderous tendencies, eddy&bella = their love, etc)

what they as people could provide you if you were to know them personally (jake&bella = good friendship, carlisle&esme = parental figures)

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mhaclownery · 4 years ago

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ＲａｎｄｏｍＨｅａｄｃａｎｏｎｓ

Ｋｉｒｉｓｈｉｍａ：

- he’s an amazing singer. you can pry this one from my cold dead hands.

- he’s a theatre nerd. sorry i don’t make the rules 🥰🤩😇

- he loves to do things for midoryia. just anything. even if he’s not good at it. cooking? suddenly he’s gordan ramsey. building shit? he’ll have it done in an hour. you name anything, he’ll do it for midoryia

- giant softie omg

- mina is his go to friend for basically anything. they’re an inseparable duo.

- lives for getting his hair played with

- ponytail is an often worn style

- hes amazing at like, other people’s feelings, but his own? not in the slightest. he doesn’t like people knowing when he’s upset because he doesn’t feel like its worthy of being shared most days.

Ｍｉｄｏｒｉｙａ:

- a giant nerd lol

- he’s kinda a chaotic little shit.

- he’s the type to be all shy n shit the first day you meet him, but after? he’s a little gremlin who’s down for just about anything.

- refuses to change his mop hair bc kiri said it was cute.

- no bc he’s secretly a flirt

- he hardcore stress bakes. cut to Bakugou walking into the commons room to see Midoryia surrounded by cinnamon rolls, cookies, etc.

Ｂａｋｕｇｏｕ:

- mans is also chaotic. but chaotic evil

- great fucking cook. takes PRIDE in this shit.

- tongue piecing. that it. nipple ring too

- protective over midoryia bc ✨childhood besties✨

- would deck just about anyone for literally anything.

- undercut 🥰🤩😱

- rubbing his back >>> bc his gauntlets really do a number on his shoulders so giving him a back massage will definitely put him to sleep almost instantly

- he has healthy, well manicured nails. Mina won’t let him not have his nails be healthy at the bare minimum. (He won’t let her paint his nails lol)

Ｔｏｄｏｒｏｋi"

- LONG HAIR. LIKE TO HIS W A I S T.

- m a n b u n s 💕

- chaotic evil.

- he’s not quite like izuku. he’s not shy but he doesn’t speak too much. but when he does it’s literally always something chaotic. he and izuku hit it off almost immediately for that reason alone.

- 100% a flirt.

- really likes subtle affection, like resting his head on Bakugou’s shoulder, holding hands, shit like that 🥰

- unintentionally funny

- silently protective over his friends. he doesn’t show it like bakugou does but he WILL fuck up anyones shit who dares to mess with any one of his friends.

Ｋａｍｉｎａｒｉ:

- adhd having ass. (me too <3)

- sensory issues (again me too <3)

- present mic basically adopted him when he and shinsou first started dating. mic reps for him so hard. kami reminds mic of himself

- he loves being complimented. when he gets complimented he just 🥰🥰🥰 he cried the first time shinsou called him pretty

- dancing. i mean that boy just constantly dances. going for a walk? he’s dancing half of it. walking to his seat in class? you bet your sweet ass he’s cha cha sliding till he gets there.

- so funny. kami is literally the funny friend

- ok but ik i said Mina and Kiri rights BUT this trio is unstoppable.

- can’t cook for SHIT 🥰

Ａｓｈｉｄｏ:

- for my non quirk aus, she’s African American. If y’all have a problem with that, y’all can leave 🥰 (me too wow such a coincidence 😱)

- again, kiri is her fucking BESTIE. inseparable

- dance major for my non quirk aus

- she’s a hella good dancer.

- she def hypes her friends up a ton

- shes big on self care,, like she ofc keeps herself up to date on her self care,, and makes her friends self care as well <3

- she loves to laugh. she loves hanging out with kami bc they’re constantly having laughing fits.

- online shopping addiction

ｊｉｒｏｕ:

- mall goth queen ❤️

- demonias are literally her fucking brand.

- music major.

- lesbian mess

- relevant queen

- she makes music lowkey. like Penelope Scott flavored music.

- she doesn’t express her feelings at all <3

- her and kami def get together for music cry sessions

- tongue piercing pt 2 lol

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morimallow · 4 years ago

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hi! can i ask a NSFW alphabet for miya osamu? tysm >.<

NSFW Alphabet (Osamu Miya)

Did not proof read as usual, feel free to correct any errors.

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

FUCK. He learned from the best after all. Well, not really? Even before Kita came to picture, Osamu had always taken care of you every after sex without fail. He knows he’s rough sometimes so he gives you time to relax your body and to help you, he’d give you a massage and God, does his hands to wonders. He’d prepare your bath and carry you there like a princess, leaving a wet kiss on your lips before telling you to wait for him because he’ll go cook your favorite food as s reward for taking his cock so well as always.

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

Osamu loves his man tiddies, he knows he still has the body of a fucking god and you aren’t complaining when he lowkey flexes his muscles in front of you. He loves how your hands move from his shoulders to his pecs, lightly pushing him but not really. Also, he loves your hands and thighs ─ how sensual your touches are and the way your thighs are just perfect in his hands, not the kind that it fits in his but the way it feels so soft and right.

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

This man comes so much you’re afraid you’re literally milking him dry. He purposely forgets to buy condoms because he heard you talking to your friend how heavenly it feels when he fucks you raw. What he doesn’t forget to buy are your pills and also Plan Bs just in case, he thinks. When he feels he’s coming, he’d flip you over, pull out, and come on your back and ass. One time, he bit the part of your butt cheek not covered in cum and murmured, “Cinnamon,” under his breath. He comes in you just as many times as he pulls out.

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

He fingered someone with Nutella and licked her insides clean, at least he thinks he did. I don’t really know why I thought of this. The girl broke up with him the next day because an ant bit her. I’m so sorry for her, really.

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

Ya’ll think Atsumu is the sex god and the fuckboy between the both of them but noooooo. Osamu Miya may have had lesser partners but he’s slightly better in bed than Atsumu, as the latter had explained once. It just comes to naturally to him, yeah? He’s flexible in his kitchen, fingers and wrists always moving in a graceful manner. And his hips, fuck. Believe me when I say he has never bumped into any furniture in his life. He sways his hips to avoid those and ain’t that fucking hot.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He told me he doesn’t have one. That info about him having a hard time thinking of what he would want to eat as his last meal and that he doesn’t have favorites, yes, it also applies here. As long as it feels good for the both of you, then positions don’t matter.

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

This Miya compares everything he sees, does, experiences to food. He’d say your hole is like that of a gaping fish’s mouth whenever you squeeze him good. He’d say your walls are so silk like tofu. He’d chomp on your ass cheeks like how Atsumu chomps on his extra-large serving of onigiris. Reading this, it might seem like sex with him is awkward but no. The way he delivers those words rolls off his tongue so smoothly you just want to be the best food he has ever tasted.

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

Trims once every two weeks and keeps his balls absolutely hairless because he likes you to suck them good every once in a while. His pubes are in a dark shade of brown so yes, it matches his original hair color.

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

He matches how sensual your hands are with his own. He wants to make you feel loved and appreciated just by touch. He places kisses all over your body, bites your shoulder, nibbles your earlobes, and finally, he gives you the best kiss on your forehead you can’t do anything but to just dip your head in his chest.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You guys have that connected dildo and fleshlight and he always sends videos to you whenever and wherever. He just can’t stop himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You guessed it right because the first one I thought of is food play. Typical but that’s just how he is.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’M SO CLICHÉ BUT FUCK IT. Kitchen, of course, but just the one in your house and not the kitchen in Onigiri Miya but he doesn’t mind fucking you inside his office though.

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

He’s so fucked up when he realized he got hard just seeing you eating a banana. You didn’t know that time but when you knew about this, you’d eat at least two bananas every day and you’d purposely eat it sensually in front of him when you want to get dicked. After his realization, he observed how sexy you eat every food, how your cheeks are full, how your mouth opens and closes.

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

He could never do a knife play with you or with anyone because he has this urge to cook whenever he holds a knife so if you don’t want him making you into a human sushi, don’t bring this up ever again.

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

This greedy man prefers receiving and absolutely loses his shit when you suck his balls so good, he wants to come on your face. In the giving aspect, he knows your weak spots so coming from him just eating you out is so easy.

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

I said this before and I’ll say it again: We all have these two sides but Osamu leans more on the former! It might seem like he’s all taking and taking in your relationship but he knows you like that as much as he does. He’d usually go slow and sensual when he’s stressed. Might’ve been better if he just slept off his tiredness but he insists on having long foreplays and he rarely sleeps during sex.

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

He loves it so much he wants to rail you in every corner of his office, the kitchen in your newly-bought house, in the dressing room ─ he’s more subtle than his twin but they’re both monsters in sex, no doubt.

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

He even fucked you in his office in the grand opening of his new branch with the door open for his staff to see. Of course, he’s always game to experiments as long as he can fuck you senseless in the end.

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

He lasts longer than Kita by just one round on average. Come on, the man cooks all the time, manages his own business, always eats rice, of course his workouts are hardcore and that’s where his stamina comes from aside from playing volleyball in high school.

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

You guys own the connected and personalized fleshligth and dildo set.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Osamu is such a fucking tease. He cooks naked when he’s in the mood but wants you to initiate things, firm ass only for you to see. Comparing you to food isn’t only for when you guys fuck but he’d whisper things in your ear when you’re out in public. He’s a sadist, he wants you to beg for him and when you do, he’d just go faster.

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

He never shuts up during sex. He makes sure someone always hears you to let them know you’re having sex and he’s not afraid of moaning out the pleasure he’s feeling. He knows you love the sounds he makes; he knows it himself that it’s hot.

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

He presses his forehead against yours and looks at you in the eyes as he comes.

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

Broad shoulders, toned torso, man tiddies, firm ass, everything about him is perfect and his cock is, too ─ right length, enough thickness to stretch your aching hole, and his inner thighs always sport scratch marks.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He literally fucks you anywhere and everywhere, that kind of explains this part.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes his time in aftercare just like how he takes time to make you feel loved in every aspect and he doesn’t stop cleaning you up and making you comfortable even if you fell asleep in the tub or while he was giving you a massage. He will only fall asleep when he’s certain that you’re satisfied and well.

#haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #osamu scenarios #character alphabet

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kittybellestark · 4 years ago

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Idk if u did that before but can u write something like tony getting drunk to down all his frustration and taking all of it on peter, like saying some mean/hurtful stuff to peter, and when Tony wakes up he remembers what he did and have to make up with Peter because Peter was trying to get out of his way? If u can’t it’s ok but I think you’ll be AMAZING! Anyways thank u!

Hi !! I haven’t written anything like this yet but I certainly can now !!

I’m sorry this took so long, I had a very difficult time writing the apology part but a week later I finally did it !

Hope you enjoy and this is what you were expecting :)

Side note: this physically hurt me to write

Tony needed a drink. More than a drink. He needed to drown in his sorrows and spend a week alone before re-emerging and pretending things are better than ever. And that should have been fine. Just a night. Or two. The weekend even.

He didn’t have any commitments, Pepper was pissed at him, sure, but that’s why he has all this free time now. To de-stress, or just to get out of Pepper’s hair.

Regardless, Tony finally got his drink.

And he may have consumed more than what he initially planned too. But he’s alone and it’s fine. He can get blackout drunk and dance to bad music in his living room while wishing for death and hating everything outside.

It should have been fine. It would have been fine.

The elevator doors open as Tony is looking out the windows.

“Fuck off Platypus, I told you I’m fine.” Tony spat.

“Oh, sorry, Mr Stark, is this a bad time?” Peter asked.

Tony rolled his eyes, well passed black out by now. It was clearly not a good time for Peter to be here and Tony felt himself getting more irritated with Peter being here while he was like this.

“Obviously, Peter, what the fuck are you even doing here?”

“Are you okay, Mr Stark? Let me get you some water.”

“I don’t want your fucking help. You’re a child, get out.”

Peter snorted as he dropped his bag, moving over to the bar and pouring Tony a glass of water. He brought it over to the adult with Advil in his other hand.

“Drink this, have some Advil, you’ll regret it otherwise.”

“What do you even want? Why are you here?”

Tony tried shoving the cup away, moving back to the bar and drinking more whiskey.

“Clearly, I’m here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. Don’t drink that.”

“You’re such a child. Let me drink what I want. The stick up your ass isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

Peter grabbed the drink from Tony’s hand putting it back where it belongs and tried passing the water again.

“Yeah not like the alcohol you’re drinking. That’ll totally get you to an early grave.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re just using me. I’m taking you off my will. You want me dead so that you could have my money.”

“That’s not funny Mr. Stark. We’re not playing this game tonight.”

Tony snorted pushing himself away from the bar and away from Peter making it to his bedroom.

“You are trying to kill me. You want my money and you’re playing the long game. I’m not having it anymore. Get out.”

“You’re right, Tony, I just kill adult after adult so I can get my inheritance. I killed my parents, I sued Skip so badly he wish he were dead, I killed Ben. I’m killing May next then you. Clearly my life is money obsessed. I have no emotional connection to any of them. Clearly.”

“Better people have done worse.” Tony shrugged.

“I’m sure.” Peter laughed.

“Now that we established you’re a murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer.”

“You kiss ass.”

“Many people have complimented my ability to kiss ass. So maybe try harder if you want to insult me.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“You never do.”

Peter finally managed to lead To y out of the living room and into his own room, and onto the bed. As soon as Tony hit the mattress he was asleep and Peter left him alone.

A week later and Tony still didn’t remember what happened. No clue that Peter had even shown up while drinking. That night should have been fine and alone.

Tony was working in the lab when Peter finally arrived sitting down a little more forcefully than normal. He just tossed his backpack carelessly rather then dropping it into it’s place.

“Bad day at school?” Tony asked, smiling at the boy.

“Nope.” Peter huffed.

“So what crawled up your ass then?”

Peter’s whole body tensed, an angry creeping up his neck and painting his cheeks. Peter’s eyes grew glassy as he tried not to angry cry.

“I didn’t appreciate the way you spoke to me last week. It was mean and really hurt. I recognize that some of things I said were immature and wrong and I apologize for that, but I should not have been put into a position where I had to act as an adult.”

Tony tried recalling what Peter was talking about but had no memory of even seeing Peter the week previous.

“Peter, I genuinely don’t remember seeeing you last week-“

“You were drunk, Mr. Stark. If you don’t remember it’s fine, just forget I said anything.”

“No, Peter it isn’t fine. I’m sorry I don’t remember and that I hurt you. You don’t deserve it and I’m sorry that I was the one that hurt you.”

Peter shook his head and Tony felt his heart break. He couldn’t believe that he allowed himself to hurt Peter in such a way. Tony felt like such a failure.

“You can’t give a genuine apology for something you don’t even remember. It’s fine.”

By the next morning Tony had reviewed all of the footage of his drunken night and he felt like a failure. Tony had become his own father, he was everything he never wanted to be. Tony is Peter’s Howard. He hurt his kid in the way he always wanted to avoid. Tony felt like he was the abusive asshole Howard once was, but he didn’t want to be the coward he once was either.

When Peter had finally awoken and went to the kitchen, Tony had made all Peter’s favourite breakfast foods, French toast, waffles, pancake and cinnamon rolls, bacon and scrambled eggs, muffins and croissants, quiche and omelettes, there was tea and hot chocolate and apple juice and orange juice. Tony had also already ordered Peter’s favourite snacks and lunch foods and candied for later, among many, many other things to try to apologize.

Peter walked out of his room, shocked at all the food. With Tony standing in the middle of it all.

“Uh, Mr. Stark? What’s with all the food? Are you throwing a breakfast party? A brunch? because I can go get changed.”

“It’s not a party. It’s an apology. Or, well, apart of one. I’m an asshole and I know what I said to you and I’m sorry. I was in a bad spot and really insecure and that doesn’t excuse how I treated you. You are my kid and you don’t ever deserve to have anyone to treat you the way I did.”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, feeling weird being apologized too. He wasn’t quite sure how to proceed, and Peter could tell Tony wasn’t sure what to do either.

“You don’t have to forgive me, I was an asshole and I don’t expect it. I just want you to know I’m sorry.”

“Uh, it’s fine. We all are insecure sometimes, right? And sometimes we take it out on the people we care about. I can forgive you for this one, but you do it again and it’ll take a lot more than just this for forgiveness. Okay?”

Tony nodded, glad that he hadn’t ruined everything with Peter.

“We have to hug now, it’s the law, Mr. Stark.”

Tony laughed raising his arms, inviting Peter to a hug.

“Oh, geez, we can’t go breaking the law now, Roo.”

Peter moved over finally getting to hug Tony.

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