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ayyyez · 6 months ago

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"Extra fandom options" she says, as if she means anything other than haikyuu 😂 Heheh of course you may do whatever you want always but you know what I'm here for, gotta be on brand.

SO if you have any thoughts of Tanaka and Ennoshita in a romantic relationship headcannons, either solo or in a poly relationship, I'd love to read them! Fluff and/or spicy, you know I'll happily read and gush over what you write. Thanks and you look good today!

Also first.

a/n: not these sitting in my inbox forever. But hey look I’ve finally gotten around to them bc I wanna think about hq while my sinuses hate me 😂 but im doing these first for you 🫡

Tags: relationship headcanons, fluff, kissing, spooning, confessing, poly (at the end)

Characters: Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara (with x reader and poly [seperated])

Tanaka

God this guy is the most in love sap you would ever encounter but he’s so endearing.

After the whole ‘marry me’ Kiyoko situation he decides to hold back a little when he has a crush. But this is by Tanakas standards. His holding back is he very obviously has a crush on you but isn’t asking you out (or to marry you) right away.

Being near you and gestures are his go to. It’s canon. And how he reacts depends on how you are.

If you’re the type to go out of your way to talk to him then he’s like doki doki BEST DAY EVER! but also isn’t 10/10 intense every time you talk to him. He chills a little. BUT STILL DEDICATED TO YOU.

If you’re more naive or the shy type then just a small smile from you is enough to get him through the day. Very much oh boy they looked at me I’m the best wing spiker in the world.

To get into a relationship with him one of two things need to happen.

One: you gotta give him a sign that you are into him. Flirt-Tease him about his antics (particularly the taking shirt of woo) or just give him a compliment saying you’re into him. Give him smiles more than anyone else. Then he’s just ‘go out with me PLEASE.’

Two: ask him out. He will combust and Tanaka.exe will stop working for a moment. But then he’s like OKAY. (Doesn’t wanna fuck it up and over do it. It’s steered him wrong before)

Dating this guy means waking up the luckiest person ever. You are SPOILED with attention, gestures and affection.

Man is a personal heater. Big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter longs you be spooning.

A bit of a restless sleeper and sleep talker. It’s kinda funny the silly things he says. One time yelled ‘LEFFFFT’ in his sleep.

The only way to stop the wriggling is spooning him harder than you’ve spooned before. Still has a stray leg flicking every now and again but it’s better.

His first kiss has him sweating the details. Wants to make it perfect like in those manga he reads but overthinks it. He takes ages to do it if you want him to initiate.

Just kiss him honestly. The reaction is worth it. The reddest blush. Once again stops working.

Once he’s done it though his smooches are so good. Passionate boy starts soft then HES HUNGRY FOR MORE. Very intense. Kinda awkward with his tongue at first but he gets it.

He’s big on physical touch but it doesn’t have to be big. A hand held is gold to him. Cuddling is just something he lives for.

Cannot handle alcohol so you’re carrying (or organising others to) carry his ass home. Super sappy and happy drunk. ‘I love… youuuuuu’. A crier too. He just feels extra hard.

Get a couple into him though and he dances like no one’s watching. Actually not half bad until he starts stripping. Only you can stop him. He’s too obsessed with you to care about anything else he was doing.

Makeouts on the couch are BIG with him. Won’t take it further until you ask. Gotta be a gentleman. Yes even when his hands are squeezing your ass.

Ennoshita Chikara

The type to silently indulge in his crush every now and again while FIGHTING and PUSHING those feelings down.

At least, that’s how it is at first. He will be your friend first so he doesn’t want to compromise that. Just let’s pretend we don’t feel that for now shall we?

As if he could hold that back. It takes a while but it’s not long before something pushes him (he’s afraid of losing you) and he’s spilling his feelings.

He may be spilling but he’s seems like he’s confident with the monologue that comes out of his mouth. When he finishes his eyes are just wide and staring at your shoes. Evidently he was not so confident.

Grab one of this clenched fists. Pull his chin up to face you. Tell him you feel (maybe not in as many words as he did) the same way.

‘Are you sure!?’ ENNOSHITA PLEASE.

Honestly takes a while to accept it but once he does he is noticeably on top of the world.

Doesn’t announce it to the world but once people asks he’s smuggly like YEP WE ARE INDEED DATING peasants. Like damn Ennoshita.

A very caring and protective guy. Lets you do your thing while watching your back from the sidelines. Will punch people for you but won’t let that slip.

Very much a words of affirmation, tease and quality time dude.

Will go with the flow but will absolutely take charge.

His first kisses are those cute gesture ones. A kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips or a smooch planted on the forehead.

You gotta grab this man by the cheeks and just plant one passionate kiss on him. That leaves him frozen for a second and then oop self control gone. MAKE OUT TIME.

More of an alone time physical touch guy but will break that when he’s particularly ehem into you. Or if some jerk thinks they can pick you up.

Plants one on you while maintaining eye contact with said jerk. Or places a very in your face arm around your shoulders.

Very much a big spoon guy. It just makes him feel protective. Also kind of like he’s leeching your hair warmth.

Pretty chill sleeper. Once he’s out he doesn’t move much. Sometimes you wake up facing him and he’s blowing air in your face (sleep breathing).

Kiss his nose and he’ll scrunch it in his sleep and let out a soft ‘mmm?’ But doesn’t wake up.

Tanaka and Ennoshita poly

You’re all in a relationship. Tanaka and Ennoshita included. Their crush on each other goes back a while they just never wanted to admit it.

You coming into their lives kind of makes it easier. Well eventually.

Once they realise they both have a crush on you both of them want to be the better man and let them have you. (Even if a small part inside them is screaming for the opposite).

It’s up to you to set them down and be like ‘nah uh I’ll have both’ and then also set them onto the path of realising they also like each other. It’s a very eventful week.

Ennoshita is still the big spoon. You’re the middle. Tanaka is either little or wrapped around you like a Koala. Depends on the day.

Ennoshita is the wrangler and kind of takes charge when he needs to. Tanaka is the passionate but also softy. It’s up to you whether you want to continuously go with the flow or take charge every now and again.

Just imagine sitting on the couch between them and taking turns making out. Start with Tanaka then come up for air and turn to Ennoshita. He’s a bit more intense when he’s second, handsy too. Then sit back and watch them kiss each other.

Every now and again you get home late and find them either cuddling or asleep in each others arms on the couch with some movie playing in the background.

Ennoshita brings his (grand) movie collection to the relationship. Tanaka brings his home gym. You tie it all together by hyping up both.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 11 months ago

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Typical Stark - Chapter 9

A/N: A series nobody saw coming indeed. We’re approaching the final chapter now. There’s a LOT happening in this one.. Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluffy smut, lil bit of angst?

Word count: 2.3k

Typical Stark Masterlist

“Oh my fucking God! Don’t stop!” you cried, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like vice while Tony’s fingers curled inside your tight heat, finding just the spot that made you see stars.

He held your hips in place, nipping the skin over your pubic bone to keep them from involuntarily rising above the bed. The way your body reacted to him, the way your walls clamped around his fingers, the sweet, sweet sounds that left your lips, the man was enjoying every last second of it. He kept at his ministrations until you were pushed over the edge for the second time that night, gushing all over his fingers while your thighs shook with the pleasure that pulsed through.

With a sudden change of position, he laid on his back, taking you with him; gently but firmly guiding your core over his mouth until you were left straddling the man’s face. You didn’t think you could take it, but Tony seemed too determined to deny it.

“Tony, I don’t think I can…” your voice betrayed you there, lust laden and weak, you sounded too unlike yourself.

“I know you can, sweetheart. You’ve got another one in there for me. Come on, you said I’m your favourite toy, didn’t you? Use me.” His big brown eyes swum with such passion and want, you found yourself lowering your hips and carding your fingers through his soft hair, using it like your anchor.

Tony’s mouth latched onto your oversensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure down your body, the familiar pressure building deep within your belly. The man was too skilled.

You hadn’t experienced the kind of desire or pleasure with your previous lovers. Tony was attentive and giving in bed, smug, sure, but un-fucking-believable. Nothing would ever come close.

Gripping your thighs firmly, he lapped at your cunt, allowing you to ride his face as you pleased, his tongue expertly coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. You came loud and hard, grabbing the headboard for support while your body went lax against him.

“You’re unreal, you know that?” you whispered, cheeks reddening looking at his glistening lips as you fell onto your back, unable to do much else given how spent you were.

“Oh I know. But I am all yours.” He murmured, climbing back in bed once he was done cleaning up.

“That you are. All mine.” you agreed, draping your sheets over the two of you and snuggling close. Your heart swelled with pride every time Tony mentioned he belonged to you, and you to him.

What started as a simple wine and dine date for two of you two weeks after you moved in together had turned into a rather naughty night.

Not that you were complaining.

“Okay, I can be there in twenty minutes? Give or take.” you spoke assertively on the phone to Nick Fury, pacing about in the living room of your shared apartment while your boyfriend followed you like a puppy, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Certainly. I’ll see you there, boss.”

Once you were done, you were met with expectant doe eyes which instantly brought a smile to your face.

“I’ve been summoned to HQ. Something about classified files that need urgent sorting. And no, nobody with a lower pay grade can do it. Fury insisted it has to be me, so it looks like it's gonna be a long day for me.”

You answered one of Tony’s questions that you saw forming in his genius brain, walking over to the man to kiss the pout off his lips.

“Fiinee. I’ll be in my lab blowing things up. Text me if you need saving.” he winked, rubbing your arms up and down before pulling you in for a kiss goodbye.

“I will. And don’t miss me too much, Stark.” you murmured, toying with the ends of his slightly longer hair.

“That I can’t do, sweetheart.”

At the headquarters, you were assigned with sorting archived hard copies of Hydra files since there was a data breach in the system, Fury needed all hands on deck and it was very well going to be an all-nighter.

Tony texted you every so often, keeping you entertained in between your otherwise boring work at hand.

That was until a sudden interruption outside. A flurry of people and hushed murmurs and discussions made you hurry downstairs to where Fury was.

The large screen promptly displayed what the furor was about; a hostage situation at the Grand Central Terminal caused several panicked citizens to scramble out of the place while several gunshot sounds echoed, which you hoped to God weren’t aimed at any innocent lives.

Nick Fury stood with his hands behind his back, as usual, watching the scene unfold calmly, almost like he were watching a movie.

“What’s happening, boss? Who are these men? Hydra?” You exclaimed, watching in horror as more bullets were fired followed closely by screams and shrieks of the people they had captured.

“Looks like it. Don’t worry, Y/L/N, I’ve got the lead of my boy band taking care of them.” He nodded, giving you his signature look.

As if on cue, your boyfriend flew in, landing right outside the station in a pose that almost made you roll your eyes. Such a show off.

Soon after, you watched Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff jump into action, carefully guiding the hostage civilians out to safety while Stark zoomed in and out of the footage available for you.

It was always a thrill watching Iron Man in action, the man was a sight and he knew it. Before you got to know him, you’d roll your eyes at his ostentatious nature, this time around though, you felt a sense of pride as you watched your man take down the bad guys.

And then, something happened in a fraction of a second that felt like an eternity to you.

Tony had half stepped out of his suit and taken one step down the stairs when a bomb detonated. The blast flung him in the air and you could do nothing but watch as he landed in rubble. You felt the air being knocked out of your lungs as he lay there unconscious, injured, barely breathing.

He had to be alive. He had to be.

Getting out of HQ and to the infirmary where Tony was brought in was all a blur, you were on autopilot and it all seemed to be happening too quickly and too slow all at once. He had been taken into emergency surgery, shrapnel had damaged his arc reactor and it had to be removed.

You paced outside the operating room, trying your level best to keep it together and not crumble on the floor.

He would make it, he had to.

Tony had been strong enough to survive in a cave in Afghanistan, he would be strong enough to survive this as well. You kept repeating it to yourself.

The doctors walked out of the operating room a couple of hours later, giving you a squeeze on your shoulder.

“He’s fine, Miss Y/L/N. A broken rib and several contusions to his body. We had to remove the arc reactor from his chest along with the shrapnel that had been lodged all those years ago. His heart is safe now. He’s resting.”

After what seemed like a long, long while, you breathed a sigh of relief, thanking them for saving his life. Your heart thumped as you made your way inside the ICU, you’d always hated hospitals. They rarely brought happy memories back.

It would still be a couple of days before he was permitted visitors, a glance through the glass window was all you were allowed for now. Tears pooled in your eyes at the sight of him lying in bed with tubes and IVs hooked onto him. All the bandages made him look smaller in the bed as he breathed evenly, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his battered face.

But he was alive.

…

You refused to move from his bedside, now that the doctors had allowed you inside, you spent your time reading to him, holding his hand and feeling his pulse, hoping he’d open his beautiful brown eyes for you.

Grabbing a coffee for yourself, you looked at your reflection in the mirror you passed in his room, dark circles under your eyes conveyed lack of sleep.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Tony’s croaky voice reached your ears before you turned to see him offer you a weak smile. Tears that you had strictly kept at bay for so many days threatened to spill from your eyes as you hurried next to him, taking his hand on yours.

“Tony! You’re awake. How–how’re you feeling?” you cried, letting the tears fall freely as you kissed the back of his hand softly.

“Besides the fact that I’m bruised like a peach, I’m fabulous. I missed you.”

You chuckled at his admission, allowing him to wipe your tears with slightly trembling hands. Perching yourself on the edge of his bed, you leaned down to give him a soft kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours.

“Have you slept at all? You look terrible.” he commented with a smirk, albeit his voice was full of worry.

“You’re one to talk, Stark. You need a good scrub down, and a shave.” You teased back, running your fingers over his stubble, your heart full of love as Tony leaned into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“I was so scared, Tony.” you whispered, a few unshed tears escaping down your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his.

“I’m right here, honey. Right here with you.” he murmured, cupping your face tenderly, reassuring you of his presence while you nodded.

He was really here, with you. And he was safe.

Your fingers were tracing the scar that now marked the former housing place for Tony’s arc reactor, a reminder of all the things he’d been through. Tony laid his head against his hand while the other caressed your back, pressing kisses against your hair while you two caught your breath.

Under normal circumstances, Tony was chatty after sex, either talking about the randomest of things or you’d be convincing him for a little nap. However, his energy felt different today, nervous, almost apprehensive. You could sense it by the way his foot tapped against the entangled sheets and the way his fingers stopped midway along your naked skin, as if pausing to think before he resumed.

“Tones…”

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong? You’re awfully quiet today.” you murmured, placing your chin under your hand as you looked up at him.

“Nothing’s wrong, um. I’m good, growing old maybe. I’m tired.” He tried making a joke but you weren’t buying it, giving him a look that made him sigh and sit up against the headboard.

“I’ve been thinking. That blow-up made me realize how fleeting time is. I couldn’t imagine what you must’ve gone through, what I would’ve done if God forbid you were in my situation, you know? God knows our jobs aren’t exactly ‘safe’.”

His hold on you tightened unconsciously, making you press a soft kiss against his cheek, encouraging him to continue.

“I love you more than I could ever imagine loving someone, Y/N and I don’t want to spend any more time apart. Waking up next to you is my favorite thing in the whole world, hearing about your day, ranting to you about mine, and the sex? I mean, I

could go on and on and on…”

You giggled, stopping his rambling by covering his mouth with your hand, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Tony gently peeled your hand away, kissing the back of it before holding it over his heart, letting you feel his steady heartbeat. You swore your heart was about to beat its way out of your ribcage any minute now, given where Tony’s speech was going.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is, my former battery-operated heart belongs to you now. You’re my home. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of dancing with me naked in our bedroom right now?”

Your breath almost hitched until he said what he did, taking you by surprise yet again.

Did you even hear it right?

“What?” you sounded too unlike yourself as Tony stifled a smirk, wrapping the sheets around your bodies and guiding you out of bed, pulling you flush against his chest and gently swaying you both.

“I want to do exactly this, now and forever. You and me. What do you say? Think you can handle me for the rest of your life?”

His eyes held all the honesty you were looking for, big brown orbs swimming with love as he flashed you his winning smile, waiting for you to answer.

“Oh, I can handle you alright. I love you Anthony Edward Stark. But only for the mind-blowing sex.” you teased, letting out a yelp when he playfully slapped your butt.

He dipped his head down to meet your lips in a kiss that made you swoon. All the words unsaid were conveyed in the kiss and all the unasked questions went answered. .

“What? No ‘typical Stark’ this time?” Tony mumbled against your lips, carding his fingers through your hair and brushing your nose with his.

“Shut up and kiss me, Stark.”

“Yes ma’am.”

…

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random-introverted-blog · 1 year ago

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Despite what may be popular belief @ethelspetals and I only became friends this week. We've been interacting and friend-crushing on each other for awhile, but it took a third party to intervene and get us talking.

We are now Besties™ and I can't imagine a time where I didn't have her to turn to for one thing or another. She's one of the few friendliest, loveliest, kindest people I've ever met and the strongest Shadowheart simp ever. Ever. But we've admitted that until now we've felt lonely, like screaming into the void of our shared love for Shadowheart. Meeting and talking with her has been the highlight of me making this whole blog. No lie. No exaggeration. Not even the success so far of HS-HQ.

Why tell you this? Because I feel like a lot of the community (Shadowheart Fandom and beyond) are really shy and easily intimidated by each other for one reason or another. If that third person didn't intervene and connect us, we may not ever have met and it breaks my heart to think about. I mean. She's my Bestie™ 🥹...

Also I really wanted to gush about my bestie some more like she's wonderful and lovely and so damn funny it's unfair???

Tl;Dr stop feeling so shy, stop feeling like you have to scream into the void and reach out to someone if you've interacted and have (an undeniable) rapport. Chances are, it can be easily remedied - if you like.

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leggerefiore · 9 months ago

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cw: April Fools drabble

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

Galactic HQ was easier to get into than you would have liked to admit.

Granted, Cyrus probably did not really have the idea of anyone intruding on his mind. You were not really sure what he had on his mind lately, truthfully.

The blue wig on your head sat carefully positioned, as the odd space age uniform was surprisingly light. The inside of the building was not completely unknown to you, but it had been a while since you had visited here. You had not exactly been here in your current situation either. Disguising yourself as a Galactic Grunt had not exactly been on your mind this morning. It had suddenly stricken you in a moment of boredom upon realising the day. You could only wonder how far you would make it around here before getting caught, though.

It was easy to find what tasks were most needed and quickly blend into doing them. Two of the commanders even passed you by without noticing a thing. Though, hearing Mars gushing about your boyfriend was admittedly not a preferred thing. You sighed as you helped move some boxes around for scientists. Just what was all this? You thought Galactic was a power company. Cyrus probably had other projects at work, but everything seemed oddly… biological. The green fluid within a tube sent your imagination into a spiral.

A single step snapped your attention from it. Cyrus had entered the hall. His gaze was on you for but a moment, as he turned his attention to scientists speaking in hushed voices further away. He certainly carried a different air here than what you were used to seeing. Your disguise must have been a lot better than you thought, seeing as he did not even hold a lingering suspicious glance at you. His stride was careful while clearing the hall, yet he stopped to spare you another glance.

“Leave,” his voice was harsh and cold. It felt completely than what you normally heard. For a moment, you wondered if he had figured you out and was upset. “Your task here is done. See your commander for a new one,” he continued. You felt odd as you turned to him. Something gave you both a pause as your eyes met his. He blinked. You gave a wordless nod to begin to leave this area. Cyrus seemed wholly unsatisfied by your conduct, however. “I would prefer a vocal confirmation,” he sighed, “… What is your name?”

You froze. Speaking would entirely blow your cover. Sure, it was just to mess around, but something inside of you wanted to take it seriously. If you fled, his suspicions would only be heightened. Standing motionless, you could only wonder what reply might work. Cyrus grew ever more impatient. “You are only worsening this for yourself,” he offered. “Who is your direct commander, at least, then.”

You bit your lip. Was he not in any rush? This was more intense than it truly should be. You shared a bed with this man. He did not usually intimidate you. A few seconds of silence passed. Just as he was about to speak again, a pokemon's cry echoed out in the hall, startling you both. From the side Cyrus had come from, a familiar black and red pokemon came running forward. Weavile let out a happy trill upon seeing its trainer. Its head bunted his leg as a loud purr came from it. Cyrus seemed to have a break in his disposition for a moment. You fought back a laugh. Did he not pet the poor feline at work? No wonder they always demanded your whole attention.

Weavile's red eyes landed on you as a cry came from it again. It tilted its head. You felt your heart jump. Shit. Your cover really would be blown. Cyrus was even intrigued by its reaction. Weavile moved on from its trainer to bunting your leg and purring. A sigh left you. Reaching a hand down to pet the pokemon, contented mrr's left it. The Galactic Boss took a step back, clearly startled.

“What are you doing here?” his voice took on a familiar cadence. It appeared you had been finally figured out. “… Why are you wearing that?”

You picked up Weavile and shrugged. “April Fools. I wanted to see how long I could stay here faking being a grunt until I got figured out,” was your explanation.

Cyrus was even more mortified than before.

You were promptly told to stop and go home.

#cyrus.ima

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pixels-not-dreams · 3 months ago

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cloud || dom!kiyomi takada x reader

A sequel to turndown service for @dnkinktober

Kiyomi is smoking on the balcony as you approach. Why does everyone here smoke? You can’t help but wonder if a pack of cigarettes is a requisite badge to live in Light’s Kira HQ.

“So,” Kiyomi says plainly, blowing a plume of smoke off the balcony and away from you. She's so courteous. “Misa swindled you into eating her out?”

You freeze. Misa must have told her. Your fingers fly to your lips, as if you haven't wiped your mouth.

“I—she didn't make me do anything,” you say, keeping your voice as steady as you can. “I just…she couldn't sleep.”

Kiyomi rolls her eyes. “She pulls that on everyone.”

“But you do it,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. Stupid.

“Yeah, well. I get mine,” Kiyomi says. She's not going to elaborate.

“I see,” you say.

“What about you?” Kiyomi exhales a plume. This time, she doesn't turn away. She pulls the smoke back in, through her nose this time. You stiffen.

“Me?"

“Do you ever get yours?”

“Well,” you say. Your voice is thin and unsupported. “Just this week, Light—”

Kiyomi holds up her hand. “Light doesn't like women,” she declares. She sounds so sure of it. You can't tell if she's sneering or laughing. “He just likes torturing you.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks. “That might be so, but he likes me enough to let me come on his hand,” you say. You're getting a little too bold—you don't want to antagonize her.

“Light fingers you,” she says, “because he thinks his dick will fall off if he eats you out.” She takes a long drag from her cigarette and stubs it out. She takes a step towards you and blows the smoke, thin and vaporous, into your face. Your eyes water, but you don't cough. You won't give her the satisfaction.

“Is that why you and Misa give each other goodnight kisses , then?”

“Precisely,” Kiyomi says. She's inspecting her nails.

“What do you do with Misa-Misa, then?”

“I like to play with her.” Kiyomi pops a mint into her mouth. It’s not often that you see such a courteous smoker.

“Play?” you ask, knowing full well what play seems to mean in this hotel.

“I like to take her tits out,” she says, smiling. “Mark them up with my teeth. Pinch her nipples until they look like strawberries. She won't admit it but she likes when I slap her tits.”

“That's it? You don't let her come?” You couldn’t imagine Misa, who had been so intent on her goodnight kiss, allowing that.

“Oh, she comes,” Kiyomi replies. Self satisfaction suffuses her husky voice. “Sometimes more than once.”

“Just from—well,” you say, gesturing to your own tits.

Kiyomi laughs. It sounds like a wind chime. “I get her all worked up until she can't stand it anymore. She tries to touch herself, but I don't let her. Sometimes she cries.” She looks wistful, saying this. Like she’s looking back on a fond memory from seasons ago. “I tease her hole a little with just one finger. It's kind of pathetic. She twitches all over the place trying to get me to touch her clit.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. The first time, she was so close that I licked it once and she just gushed everywhere. I'd never seen a girl come like that.” You clench your legs together. You’d never heard of such a thing.

“What was it like?” you ask, thinking that if you’d seen something of the sort, you would have fainted on the spot.

“It was like having a drink thrown in my face,” Kiyomi replies. “She was so embarrassed, but I'd never been so turned on in my life. I didn't care that she'd just finished. I ate her pussy like it was my last meal. I think she came five or six times that night. The mattress had to be replaced.”

“And you?” you ask. “Did you come?”

“Oh, yeah. After she passed out, I got in the shower and fucked myself silly,” she says. ”I couldn't stop thinking about seeing her ankles next to her ears while I rearranged her cunt.”

“Does she ever…to you?”

“She does. She likes it a little rough. When I go down on her, she lays back against her pillows like a porcelain doll, but she makes me sit on her face until she's damn near suffocated.”

“Do you ever…do that to anyone else?” You hope you don’t sound as lamentably transparent as you feel.

Kiyomi raises an eyebrow and moves to pull out another cigarette. “What are you asking?”

You freeze. “I—I don't know, miss.”

“Are you wondering if I'll do you, too?”

Fuck .

“No…”

“You don't have to pretend. I'd do it if you wanted.”

“Do what?”

“Y/N-chan, you really are stupid, aren't you?” She flicks her lighter idly. It's a steel Zippo with a heart engraved on the side.

You say nothing. Kiyomi takes a step forward. She smells like cigarettes and amber and caramel.

“I’d push you against a wall. Like this one.” She pins you with her forearm.

“I'd touch your neck with my fingers, and then with my lips. And I’d open your shirt. I’d play with your tits, watch your nipples get hard. Pinch them and kiss them until you couldn't stand it any longer. You'd try to touch yourself, but I wouldn't let you.” She takes one deft hand and unbuttons your shirt. You move, and you think it's imperceptible—but Kiyomi sees everything. She reaches up and slaps you as hard as she can.

“I—”

“You don't get to speak.” She wedges her thigh in between your legs, pressing up against your cunt. You grind down on her without thinking, and she twists your nipple until your eyes water—but you don't speak. You can take it.

She unbuttons your shirt and ducks her head, pressing your breasts together so she can suck both at once. Her lips are soft, and every movement of her mouth leaves traces of her berry lipstick. You can feel her tongue against your nipples, warm and rough and practiced. The sounds are obscene.

“I’d keep going until you were soaked through your skirt.” She pinches your nipple one last time and glides her hand down to your waist, slipping her fingers effortlessly into your underwear.

“Looks like you're almost there,” she whispers into your ear. When her finger brushes your clit, you bite your cheek so hard you fear your mouth will bleed. She draws circles, slow at first, building up to a clip. Light never touches your clit. He thrusts his fingers into you and pumps them relentlessly. It's not like this. It really is different with girls. It's just like Misa said.

“Shall I continue, Y/N?” Kiyomi asks lazily.

You nod weakly. “Please,” you say, your voice shaking. “I—I need more. I need to come.”

“More?” She says, sliding a finger inside you. You're so wet that it barely registers as it slips in and out.

“I need your mouth on me,” you whimper. She pulls her finger out and replaces it with her tongue. She licks gently at your hole, but true to her word, she doesn't touch your clit. Not yet.

Kiyomi's eyebrows raise barely. “Misa said you could take direction well,” she says plainly. “It's nice to see you can give it, too.”

She drops to her knees, pushing your skirt up to your waist. You suddenly become painfully aware that you're wearing the plainest panties you own. Kiyomi is probably judging you; she's used to Misa gilding the lily with pink lace, and now she's faced with black cotton boyshorts.

She doesn't seem to mind. She yanks them off, throws them into a potted plant, and hoists one of your knees to rest on her shoulder.

“You have a pretty pussy,” she says. Your clit is swollen from arousal; she pats her open hand on it, sending a shockwave through your gut. Per Light's request, you keep your cunt trimmed in a neat triangle. It's a relief to know Kiyomi likes it too.

She leans forward and presses her mouth to you.

“Please,” you say. She keeps fucking you with her tongue, looking up lewdly through her thick lashes. You feel like you might cry. Against your will, you try to rub your clit. She grabs your hand and places it on her head.

“Please,” you say again. “My—my clit. Lick my clit.”

She pulls away, her lips shiny and slick.

“Why?” As soon as her mouth is off you, her hands are everywhere, squeezing your breasts, teasing your hole, filling your mouth. “You can't use your hand?”

“No,” you say, breathless, frustrated. “I want to come on your face.”

#death note #death note x reader #death note x y/n #death note x you #kiyomi takada x reader #takada kiyomi x reader #kiyomisa x reader #dnkinktober #smoking

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taeyamayang · 3 years ago

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP

PAIRING: Kenma Kozume x Reader | Bokuto Kotaurou x Reader | Tsukishima Kei x Reader | Akaashi Keiji x Reader

GENRE: fluff! | comfort! | mutual pining but yall are too coward to admit feelings for e/o

a/n: got this idea from a sleepy kenma fanart i saw and im so soft,, a short one bc this is an impulsive idea lmao

kenma, bokuto, tsukki, & akaashi

kozume kenma

the three of you: you, kuroo, and kenma were supposed to hangout after school

BUT someone ditched it the moment you all reached kenma's house

he said he forgot to do something important so he has to go

ofc kenma isn't buying that lame excuse and kuroo knows that too

probably with the way the scowl on the other's face deepens

and his eyes shooting laser beams at kuroo's smug face

the older has been teasing kenma ever since he gushed about how the younger's facial expression instantly softens when he sees you

kenma denied that

of course

but as the teasing goes on the tint on his cheeks becomes more apparent thus fueling the fire

kuroo loves seeing kenma lose his calmness over his growing feelings for you

so since kuroo is goneㅡthe parent in the room

you both decided to play games

because there's no one to scold you both about spending too much time on videogames

it's a teamplayer game and the two of you have to go through each level with at least one of you alive to continue the quest

you thought you have a pretty good knack on games until you're playing with him

your character died not even half of the level done yet

was the game too hard or he's just too good at it?

so you are left to watch him continue the game alone

you have no idea up how many hours you both have been playing but with the way your eyes flutter close

you know it's been a couple of hours

the side of your head rests on the inner portion of your left arm

as the said arm stretches across the coffee table

the two of you sat on the floor of the living room

kenma's eyes are fixated at the tv, his eyebrows crosses as he focus on keeping his character alive

he is your only hope to get through this level

however, your battle against the surge of melatonin in your body is a much harder quest

soon, you drift off to sleep

the tv blares its mechanic voice,

"level cleared!"

"____, i did it." kenma says turning his head to you but to his surprise he sees you dozed off over the table

he keenly keeps his orbs to you

lips slightly parted, eyelids gently pulled down, and your breath lightly rolling out of your mouth

one side of his lips pulls up

he has never seen you sleep before and oddly he finds it more interesting than the current videogame

he twists his body to face you so he gets a better view of your sleeping state

slowly he slides his arm across the coffee table, mirroring your position

with his head turned to you

he takes his time as he stares at you for a bit longer

he raises one hand in the air to bring it inches away from your face

but he immediately stops when he realizes what he was about to do

he didn't want to wake you up

so he settles his hand mid-air as he studies every curve of your face

his fingers bend as he looks through it, imagining how your face would feel around his touch

his mouth pulls into a tender smile

bokuto koutarou

hanging out with him is pretty normal

it's been an on going thing whether you spend time outside or within the four corners of your houses

today, you both planned on watching a movie

you insisted on a horror film while he opted for a rom-com

because that boy can't handle spooky stuff ngl

knowing how stubborn you two can get bokuto decided to let rock-papers-scissors do the decision making

and he won

and now you're stuck with his favorite rom-com movie that you both had seen multiple times in the past

honestly, you enjoy rewatching the whole thing because you love seeing bokuto's reaction like it's his first time seeing the show

but tonight just feels a little different

maybe because you had tons of other things to do before the said movie date

so you're drained and tired

and with bokuto's attention glued to the show you are left to keep your eyelids open

sitting next to him on the sofa, you pull your legs up

looping your arms around your legs as your vision starts to blurry

bokuto turns skittish when the leads share a kiss

"ooohhh, and now they kiss i love this part." he squeals, his hands cupping his cheeks as his stomach twists and turns in a funny way

and when he gets silence for a reply

he whips his head to you

your head is on top of your knees and you are fast asleep

he didn't bother pausing the movie as he thinks of a way to tend to you

at first he tries to wake you up, whispering words to your ears

but you won't budge

all he could think of is how bad your position is for your body

it doesn't take an expert in human biology to know that you are prone to back aches, stiff neck, and cramped muscle when the morning comes

so he knew he had to do something

he places his arm under the back of your knees and the other supporting your back

thank god you're a heavy sleeper

he carries you to his room bridal style and sets you down on his bed

he pulls the covers up before tucking you in

he peers at you with his hands on his waist, proud of what he did

he sits on the bedside to watch you but soon after he falls asleep

the morning comes and you jolt awake when you realize you have fallen asleep

you scan the room and see a jersey shirt hanging on a chair

it's bokuto's shirt

a loud huff of air catches your attention

you follow the sound and it leads you to a curled up boy sleeping on the floor of his room

tsukishima kei

ah, the same old cliché but we all love this shit you were partners in a project

tho you weren't strangers to each other to begin with

actually you're more than acquaintances but less than a friend

more like a bickering partner

but none of you would admit how much you enjoy each other's company

of course you and tsukki's pride would never

so here you are in his room trying to figure out the task assigned to the both of you

your stomach grumbles

"im hungry." you tell the blonde sitting next to you

"looks like it's your problem." he shrugs

"you are the worst host. feed me, asshole, or im telling your mom."

oh did i mention that your parents are good friends? and you are his mom's favorite? the cliché trope has a twist ;)

your threat seem to work as he pushes himself off the floor to head to the kitchen

"thank you, tsukki." you raise your tone up to intentionally annoy him

"shut up." he snaps at you making you chuckle out loud

tsukki struggles finding a decent snack for you since he never spends time around the kitchen

while you start to feel the works of gravity on your lids

tsukki busts in holding a tray with both hands

"i don't know what food you eat so i picked out a bit of everything. don't you dare whine at me."

confusion flashes on his face when he sees your head down on the shared study table

he places the tray on the bedside table then squats next to you

"what are you-" he leaves his sentence unfinished when he sees you sleeping

he arches an eyebrow up

"you came here to sleep when we have tons to do."

your soft heaves make his lips curl

he looks around his room as if to see if anyone is looking before crossing his legs to sit on the floor

your hair slowly glides down to your face and he notices

he gently push the stray hair off your face then looks away, feeling embarrassed of what he did

"you can't even look out for yourself." he mutters to himself

he fails to fight the urge to look at you again as his orbs shifts back to you

his adams apple bobs up and down as he swallows saliva

he keeps his gaze at you

"you should have told me you're tired, stupid." he whispers

akaashi keiji

the first thing that caught your eyes when you enter the bus is the boy wearing your school's volleyball jacket

the bus is unexpectedly full with the only seat left is the one next to him

akaashi keiji

you share the same class so obviously you know each other

"is this seat taken?" you ask and he shakes his head to a no

he then scoots further to the window side so he can give you more space

every gentle bump of the vehicle on the cracked road lures you into dreamland

like an infant dozing off from the steady rocking of the crib

akaashi sees your bobbing head from his peripheral vision as you let drowsiness take over you

your arms which are embraced around your school bag begin to unravel as you lose consciousness

the boy turns his head to you and notices you wearing a skirt

your sleeping state hinders you from keeping your legs close

and with the amount of strangers getting off and on the bus he became aware of your posture

he removes his jacket before placing it on top of your thighs

making sure you can rest without people taking advantage of you

you murmur

a habit you do in your sleep when you are physically tired

"what?" he asks

you murmur again

"i don't understand, ____." he gives you a gentle tap on your cheek

your murmur gets louder as you shift your body into comfort

letting your head fall on his shoulder

akaashi startles at the sudden contact

"im tired." you mutter in your sleep

"my shoulder is free for you to rest. take your time." he lowers his head near you as he tells you

his free hand holds your head as the bus bounces on the crooked road

he makes sure to keep the jacket secured on your thighs while your head steady on his shoulder

he softly pats your head from time to time when he hears you mumbling incoherent words to yourself

albeit, he finds it endearing

a/n: short... SHORT??? THIS IS NO WAY SHORT i have once again fooled myself (fyi: i write my first a/n before i write the whole thing lol) anyway, why is tsukki so fun to write?? any writers or readers out there with a tsukki obsession too? i can't be the only one here 😩 anyway, thanks for reading! i hope you like this one and as always likes and rbs are very much welcome! that's all,, take care and drink your water bi- :D

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local-angst-dispenser · 2 years ago

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Anger

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Summary: AC's anger boils over and they take it out on some unfortunate agents.

Content and Trigger warnings: violence, gore, blood, death

Note: AC let's out some well anger here and honestly they deserve it. Have you seen the shit that they go through? It's a wonder they haven't snapped yet, oml. Once again, SAMAU belongs to @saltymongoose !

Note 2: Lord give me a friendship like Subject 1v and AC’s please :sobbing:

Note 3: I love how I went from writing gore to writing friendship in this lmao

Their fist was brought down upon the unfortunate agent’s face again and again and again. AC grit their teeth, uncaring for the blood that soaked their clothes.

They had expected some confusion when Subject 1v had brought them back to HQ a few days ago. They had expected the amount of questions they got. What they didn’t expect was the scathing lecture they had gotten from 2BDamned, along with Deimos butting in.

“I’m a fucking adult,” they hissed as they moved away from the now dead agent and rushed towards another. Their paw quickly wrapped around the neck of the grunt and they dug their claws into their flesh. They glanced over their shoulder to see one other AAHW agent looking at them in complete terror.

I’ll deal with that one in a minute, they thought before slamming the grunt in their hold against the floor of the building. They then lifted them up and slammed them back down. With each time AC brought the grunt’s body against the floor, the concrete cracked more and more.

“’You shouldn’t be going out late at night!’” AC mocked 2BD under their breath as they finally stopped slamming the agent against the ground. They then sunk their claws into the flesh of AAHW agent and pulled, hard and quick. Blood gushed from the fatal wound and more blood soaked AC’s clothes. But again, they couldn’t care.

“‘Imagine what would of happened if we weren’t there or if they had been an enemy!’” AC continued to mock the ‘doctor’ under their breath before turning to look at the final agent.

Their visual cross scrunched up as they began to stalk towards the grunt. They began to snarl.

It had been a hassle to go anywhere after Subject 1v brought them home. On top of that, AC had been separated from the first vessel ever since that day. The group claimed it was to make sure they weren’t a danger, but AC knew the truth. They saw how jealous and angry they were when Player fawned over Subject 1v02P_6 appearing. And now AC wasn’t allowed anywhere without telling one of their ‘squad mates’ first. Of course they weren’t going to follow that rule, which is why they snuck out.

“I’d kill them if I could..” AC seethed as they rushed forward and punched the agent in the chest, sending them flying. The grunt crashed into a wall and it’s cracks looked like a spiderweb. The Unarmed Character ran up to the groaning grunt and slammed their foot against their chest. “But I can’t!”

Their visual cross scrunched up as they began to slam their foot against the chest of the agent. Their body was trembling. “I can’t! I can’t just get rid of them, because Player cares about them! But why?! Why them?! I’ve been with them longer! I’ve known them longer!”

“It!”

Their foot was beginning to cave in the chest of the agent.

“Just!”

Blood began to pour from the agent’s chest, soaking their clothes and AC’s shoe.

“Isn’t!”

The caving of the agent’s chest was getting more prominent.

“FAIR!” AC screamed as they slammed their foot down one more time, causing it to go through the chest of the AAHW agent. The Arena Character could feel and hear the squelching of flesh as it happened.

Their body kept trembling as they turned and looked at the other two bodies. They swallowed thickly. Damn it, they shouldn’t have gotten so angry. Even Hank wouldn’t mess up agents this badly, even on a bad day.

With a grimace, AC pulled their foot from the corpse of the agent. They glanced down at it and kicked a nearby pebble. “Sorry,” they muttered after a beat of silence. “You didn’t.. really deserve to go like that.”

They shook their head before looking down at themselves. They sighed. AC had tried to keep calm, but after seeing the agents in the building alone and basically defenseless, it was like a switch had flipped in their mind. Now they’ll know that I-

AC shrieked when cold water was tossed onto them. They turned in the direction of where the water came from and balked at seeing Subject 1v02P_6 standing there with a bucket.

The first vessel tilted their head. “Got all the anger out of your system?”

The current vessel hesitated before nodding. “How.. did you find me?”

“The tug,” the test subject answered simply before throwing the bucket away. They walked up to AC, grabbed their paw and walked with them. “Come on, they’re on a mission with Player.”

“Then why aren’t you with them?” AC asked, shock taking over them. Why wouldn’t Subject 1v use this as an opportunity to finally feel the Player again? Why-

“Because I was worried about you,” Subject 1v answered, as if it was obvious. “Plus, I can always go on another mission. I’ve survived, what, thirty years alone? What’s another few weeks?

While the two continued walking, AC couldn’t help but feel more shock. But then something else clicked. “Wait.. but from the photos I’ve seen, you look like you haven’t aged at all!”

The test subject chuckled wryly, “you think Phobos and the Employers would let me age after they realized that I was the Player’s vessel?”

AC stared at Subject 1v02P_6, stunned into silence. They had even stopped walking, stopping in the middle of the road. The test subject looked at them before shrugging, picking them up, and continuing to walk to their current base.

“So, what exactly were you doing?” Subject 1v02P_6 asked as they tossed AC’s clothes into the washing machine. After having lent them some of their clothes (after the Unarmed Character took a shower), the two were now alone in the room. Granted, 2BDamned was in the base but he was busy doing work so the two weren’t concerned.

“Letting out anger,” AC answered as they leaned against the wall and crossed their arms. “I.. did go too far though.”

“I don’t think you went far enough.” Subject 1v shut the washing machine after putting only the Arena Character’s clothes in before turning it on. “Those guys were messed up pretty bad, yeah, but you could’ve gone farther.”

“Are you enabling me?” the new vessel tilted their head.

“Eh..” the old vessel shrugged. “If you want to see it that way, then yes.”

AC snorted as Subject 1v chuckle. A comfortable silence fell over the two with the only noise being the churn of the washing machine.

“I’m sorry they’ve been so rude to you,” AC spoke softly after a few minutes of comfortable silence. They walked over to Subject 1v and looked up at them. “They’re just jealous you were the first.”

The test subject shrugged. “I don’t really care,” they admitted. “It’s funny seeing them jealous. I found it amusing when they were glaring at me while Player was recounting our times together.”

AC twiddled with their thumbs before asking, “can you tell me some of those stories?”

They didn’t miss how Subject 1v lightened up at that. Their smiles mirrored each other’s.

“Of course,” Subject 1v responded as they walked out of the laundry room with AC tailing behind them.

“I’ve got so many stories that it would last us a lifetime.”

#Pink's Story Corner #samau #self aware madness: project nexus au #self aware m:pn au #tw gore #cw gore #tw blood #cw blood #tw violence #cw violence #tw death #cw death

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Mission: Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou

Pair: Kuroo x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot

Warnings: Degradation, Master/Pet Dynamics, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Cum Play, Nipple Play

Prompt: "Guess I'll just have to cum inside you."

Summary: You really should have just spoken to Kuroo about your insecurities instead of letting everything spiral out of control. But that’s okay, your husband is more than happy to thoroughly remind you that you’re the only woman he’ll ever want.

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this spicy prompt. (Masterlist goes live Monday 31st August 11:30pm U.K. time!)

You stretch your arms over your head as a big yawn rumbles throughout your entire body. It’s too early for any sane person to be up, even the sun is barely creeping in through the windows of your apartment, but your husband has hardly been sane recently with the crazy amount of hours he’s been pouring into work. You’re lucky that you even woke up before he left and you smile as you hear your overgrown house cat rustle around your bathroom and bedroom, getting ready for the day.

“Tetsurou, hurry up so you have time to eat at least a little breakfast before you head out! You’ve been skipping it too much recently. You wouldn’t want me to leave you for one of those pro-athletes you work so closely with when you become just stick and bones, would you?”

You bite back a laugh when your husband’s messy bed hair peeks out from around the corner and hazel eyes narrow at you, but you’re not laughing when he finally saunters over to you in his suit and traps you against the kitchen counter between his long arms, leaning in so close your noses are brushing and just when you relax and close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you, you rapidly blink your eyes open as he gives you a quick light peck before ambling off to pour himself a cup of the green tea you’d brewed. With a pout, you warm up the rice balls you’d bought last night and place them on the dining table, wrinkling your nose in displeasure at the smirk on Kuroo’s face, but it’s all forgotten as the two of you lightly chat over breakfast, Kuroo’s long legs spreading into your space across the table, your calves gently rubbing against each other as you laugh and eat. But all too soon it’s time for him to go and he gives you another loving peck before racing out the door and with a sigh, you wash the dishes before getting ready to leave for work yourself.

You love Kuroo with all your heart. Your feelings for him have only gotten stronger over the years and even after tying the knot with him, you can’t help the way your heart flutters and warmth fills your chest whenever the two of you lock eyes. But when your mind replays the teasing scene from this morning, your thighs clench and you bite your lips. Kuroo’s always been a tease and you love it as much as you hate it. No one knows how to rile you up like he does and he uses that to his advantage, rendering you a desperate, needy mess before finally making good on all his dirty promises. But lately, he hasn’t been following through. You can’t even remember the last time you’d done anything more than heatedly make out.

At first, you had tried to be patient. You know far too well exactly why he hasn’t been in the mood recently. It’s so obvious to you. It’s obvious in the ever growing and darkening circles underneath his eyes. It’s obvious in the way he can barely stay awake when you do manage to spend some time together when he comes back home from work. It’s obvious in the way he immediately passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow. Hell, even his messy bed hair that usually defies gravity seems to slump more and more with every passing day. He’s exhausted. You’ve always loved how dedicated and hardworking Kuroo is. It’s one of the many reasons you’d fallen for him and you know how important his job is to him, but you wonder if it’s time to intervene as you watch your husband walk around your shared apartment like a zombie. Also, more selfishly, you have needs and it’s been months since you’ve been stuffed full by him and really, this is all Kuroo’s fault for training your body to constantly yearn for him after all the years he spent pleasuring you over and over again. With a determined glint in your eyes, you begin to scheme. Let Mission Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou begin.

You scan yourself in the mirror pleased with how you look in a strappy lingerie set you know drives Kuroo crazy. It’s a delicate and intricate creation of lace and ribbons that barely covers you, only accentuating the curves of your figure, but you know it’s the one strip of ribbon that travels in a single bold line between your breasts and leads up to a delicate lacy red collar wrapped around your neck that will specifically catch Kuroo’s eyes. Checking the time, you excitedly perch yourself on the bed, positioning yourself seductively, candles flickering and enhancing the mood as you wait for him, but a hour passes and you unwillingly succumb to sleep, ignorant of the way your phone buzzes with an apologetic text from Kuroo, letting you know he’d be home even later than usual. Blearily you open your eyes and wince as daylight sears your vision. Wait...daylight? You scramble to sit up and check your surroundings and your shoulders sag in frustration when you find yourself still in your lingerie set, but carefully tucked into bed, blankets wrapped around your body, Kuroo’s side of the bed empty and cold. You reach over to look at your phone, getting up to get dressed for work, when you see a new text from your husband.

Sorry, kitten. You must have been waiting a long time for me last night. You looked absolutely beautiful. Look! I even took some pictures so I could remember. But maybe next time try not to fall asleep while the candles are still lit ^.^

Your face heats up at the lewd pictures he’d taken of you while you were fast asleep and your heart warms at his compliment, but you stubbornly shake your head. There’s no time to be distracted. You’re still a woman on a mission.

Attempt two takes place that weekend and you watch your husband from the shadows, lurking behind him before finally pouncing on him as he sits at his desk, answering a work phone call. You saucily wink at him as you saunter into his view and you smirk at the way he clears his throat and gulps at the sight of you dressed in nothing but his old Nekoma jersey and black thigh highs. And when you sink to your knees and arch your back just so, you almost snicker at the way he hisses when his jersey rides up and your bare ass is displayed. But he collects himself enough to firmly, but gently shove you away from him as you try to pull his boxers down and despite a few more attempts on your end, you instantly stop when he puts his phone on mute and sternly says your full name.

But Kuroo’s always been weak against your puppy dog eyes and with a slight roll of his eyes, he beckons you to sit on his bare thigh and as he calmly and professionally continues his call, you heavily pant with your tongue lolling out, drool dripping from your mouth as you grind against his strong muscles like a bitch in heat, smearing your arousal everywhere until you’re almost sliding back and forth against the taut surface. And as he clenches his muscles and digs his leg further up into you, your body convulses and he barely has time to end the call before you loudly moan as you ride out your orgasm. He whispers filthy praises into your ear about what a good slut you are, what a desperate pet you are, what a mess you’ve made all over master’s leg, but when you finally exhaustedly slump onto his chest, he peppers butterfly kisses all over your face and holds you for a few minutes before carrying you to the bathroom and washing both of you off despite your protests that you still want to play more.

He at least has the decency to apologetically kiss you for ending things so abruptly as he throws on slacks and a button-up before rushing off to work to take care of the emergency he had just been on a call about despite the fact that it’s a weekend, but you can’t help the growing insecurity that begins to eat at you as you spend the rest of that Saturday alone. Were you not as attractive as you used to be? Was Kuroo getting tired of you? Why does it feel like you’re trying so hard to get his attention? Does touching you feel like just a husbandly duty for him now? Thought after crippling thought sears through you and you have to hold back the tears that threaten to spill when Kuroo returns late that night and, thinking you’re already asleep, turns on his side with his back facing towards you and instantly falls asleep.

You muster what little resolve you have left with the last few scraps of your self-confidence for a final attempt. Raking through your mind for memories of what would hopefully bring some passion back between the two of you, you perk up as your eyes scan a black box crammed underneath the bed. Kuroo hates it when you masturbate, when you touch yourself, when you make yourself cum without him being physically present or at least on a call with you to hear all the pretty sounds you make. Surely this would be enough to finally have him fuck you senseless like he always used to. But when you purposefully time everything so that Kuroo enters your bedroom and finds you stuffed full with your favorite dildo, a wand vibrator pressed against your clit, and your back arched as broken cries fill the room, he just gives you a tired smile and sits on the edge of the bed before helping you by thrusting the dildo in and out of your gushing cunt. And it feels so good, but when you see how dull and lifeless Kuroo’s sleep deprived eyes look despite the fact that you’re laid out in an erotic display of lust, you can’t stop the sobs you let out as you climax.

Thinking you’re just crying from the overwhelming pleasure and too tired to dig further into it, Kuroo absentmindedly tosses the toys to the side and cradles you in his arms as he falls asleep, finding comfort in your familiar scent and figure, ignorant of the way your body continues to tremble as you cry yourself to sleep. And as you try to keep your sobs and sniffles as quiet as possible, you decide to abort this mission, deeming it a complete and utter failure and you struggle to fall asleep that night as self-deprecating thoughts claw at your insides. Of course Kuroo didn’t find you sexy anymore. Your body has changed a lot since your younger days. You should be grateful that you still have a loving husband, a husband who works tirelessly to help provide for the two of you, a husband who always takes care of you, a loyal and devoted husband. And despite the longing pang for something more, something primal, for your base desires to be filled, you tentatively turn in Kuroo’s arms until you're face to face and you nuzzle into his toned chest and finally find peace in the rhythmic rise and fall of his sleeping figure.

Life goes on normally after that. At least for Kuroo. He's too distracted and exhausted to notice the way your smiles are a little more forced, the way you're more hesitant about touching him, the way you wear more clothes to cover your body as self-consciousness plagues your mind. So it's just business as usual for him to excitedly tell you about the Japan Volleyball Association's annual summer beach party, but he blinks in confusion when you don't return his enthusiasm, mumbling a feeble excuse about not having a swimsuit for the occasion. Brows furrowed, he digs through the drawers of your wardrobe and triumphantly holds up a black bikini set you still have, waving aside your worries that it won't fit and that it won't look good on you anymore and that's how you find yourself a few weeks later, exiting Kuroo's car and walking side by side with him in said bikini, feeling like an ugly troll next to your stunning husband whose lean and toned muscles are on full display with him just sporting a red pair of swim trunks.

But your insecurities are pushed aside as a loud "hey, hey, hey" echoes even over the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and you can't help but grin as Bokuto runs over slapping Kuroo hard enough on the back to leave a red mark before picking you up and spinning you around as he hugs you. "Alright, that's enough, stop manhandling my wife, you big dumb owl!" Kuroo pretends to grumble at the two of you, but you can tell by the amused glint in his eyes as Bokuto finally lets you go and the reassuring hand he places on your lower back as the three of you mingle with everyone else that he doesn't really mind. But as soon as you reach the thickest part of the crowd, Kuroo quickly kisses your forehead before running off to network with some players and coworkers, leaving you alone with Bokuto.

The two of you have fun. Bokuto has always been the life of the party and you laugh the hardest you've laughed in a long time. But many drinks later and unable to keep up with his crazy stamina, you excuse yourself and find a quiet corner, drinking a glass of cold water to cool down and sober up a bit. It's been hours and you still haven't seen Kuroo since he separated from you and you're so focused scanning the venue for him that you don't notice the person drawing near you until you feel movement right next to you. Surprised you turn around and are met with a vaguely familiar face. Blond dyed hair. An ever present smirk. You don't realize how long you've been staring, trying to remember where you recognize him from, until he snorts and waves a hand in your face. "I know I'm good looking, but don't you think it's a little rude to just stare at me silently?"

You try to stutter out an apology as you finally come back to your senses, but he laughs it off and introduces himself. Atsumu. Yes, now you recognize him. Bokuto's teammate. You've seen tons of pictures of him on Bokuto's social media accounts. He's a little rough around the edges and you can feel your face heat up as he blatantly looks you up and down, eyes lingering a bit too long on the swell of your breasts, but you can feel your confidence growing, feeling truly desired for the first time in months. What's the harm in a little flirting?

The two of you banter back and forth and maybe it's the heat of the sun mixed with the alcohol still running through your veins, but you don't notice the way Atsumu inches closer to you until your thighs are pressed tightly against each other or the way he rests one arm behind you, slyly pressing it against your upper back. And you definitely don't notice how he suddenly swoops in to crash his lips against yours and you move to shove him away from you only to be interrupted by a flurry of motions and you stare in shock at Atsumu sprawled out on the ground and your husband furiously glaring down at him, fists clenched so hard his knuckles are turning white.

You react just in time to lunge at Kuroo and you tightly wrap your arms around his tense figure as he takes a step towards the blonde setter, holding him still as realization finally dawns on Atsumu when he spots your matching wedding bands and he scampers off with a rushed apology. But even when he’s long gone and nowhere in sight, you still clutch your husband, not letting go until you feel his muscles relax. You let him shake you off as he turns around to tower over you and you whimper at the fire burning in his eyes, hazel eyes almost glowing as they pin you down. You’re thankful for the loud music and lively atmosphere, ensuring no one’s paying any attention to the two of you as he tightly grips your chin and forces you to maintain eye contact.

“Someone’s been a naughty kitten. I leave you alone for a few hours and you let some other man just place their dirty paws all over you? Let them taste your pretty little mouth? If I hadn’t stopped him, would you have let him fuck your tight cunt too? Mark you up inside and out?”

You hate the way you grow wet at his words, trembling when Kuroo notices your growing arousal and narrows his eyes in disdain. But it’s the brief flicker of hurt in his eyes that finally has you digging your hands into his waist as denial and reassurances come pouring out of your mouth.

“Tetsurou, I had no idea he was going to kiss me. It happened so fast. I’m so sorry. Of course I would have stopped him if you hadn’t stepped in! I love you. I only want you.”

You stare intently into his eyes, trying to portray all your love for him through your gaze and you sigh in relief when his eyes soften at your words, but your breath catches in your throat when his eyes sharpen into a familiar gleam and a dark smirk curves onto his lips. He finally releases your chin and leans down until his hair brushes against the side of your face as he purrs into your ear.

“Prove it to me.”

Kuroo has a reputation to uphold and, not wanting to risk anyone seeing what’s about to happen, he grabs your hand and guides you through the dancing crowd, laughing and greeting a few tipsy faces he recognizes in passing, but not once does he stop leading you towards the exit and you’re quivering in anticipation by the time the two of you reach the parking lot and he roughly shoves you into the back of his car. The door has barely closed before he pulls your bottoms down, not even bothering to fully remove them as he also hastily shoves his boxers down just enough for his cock to swing out. And you almost moan at just the sight of what you’ve been lusting for all these months, a small part of you taking pride in the fact that he’s not as unaffected as he makes himself seem behind his angry facade as you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his already fully hard length.

You attempt to sit up and move towards him, desperate for a taste of the pre-cum leaking out of his tip, but you yelp when you’re shoved back down by a hand on your chest and you whine, only for that to quickly turn into a wail as Kuroo slams two of his fingers inside of your throbbing cunt. He growls as he rapidly pistons his digits in and out of you and you should be embarrassed by the way your cries of ecstasy and the sound of your squelching wet pussy fill the car, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame as you lose yourself to the delirious pleasure of your husband’s long fingers filling you, stretching you, always sure to rub against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. But when your hand instinctively reaches down to rub your clit, you’re startled back to reality when it’s slapped away and his fingers are yanked out of you.

He sneers down at you, a wicked smile twisting his face as he shoves his drenched fingers into your mouth and you obediently suck, making sure to clean every remaining drop of yourself that coats his skin. Satisfied, he finally removes his hand from your mouth and he quirks an eyebrow in amusement as you beg and plead for him to fuck you.

“Tetsurou, please. I need your cock inside of me. Please, I want it so badly. Please fuck me. Please please please. I miss it so much.”

He mockingly coos down at you as desperate tears well in the corner of your eyes. “Aww is my little kitten crying for my cock? You’re such a fucking whore. You want my big fat cock inside of you so badly that you’d cry and beg for it like a desperate slut? You sure it’s my cock that you miss? I think you’d be happy with any cock fucking you. You’d let anyone stuff you full and moan like a whore, wouldn’t you?”

And the tears finally fall as you sob and shake your head rapidly. “Only you, Tetsurou. Always only you. Please please please.” You’re still crying and incoherently babbling as he slams his entire shaft inside of you in one swift motion and Kuroo darkly smiles at the way your crying instantly turns to wanton moans at the sudden intrusion. But it’s been far too long since either of you have done this and both of you are so worked up that he knows he doesn’t have much time before you both reach your ends. And sure enough after just a few strokes he can feel your body begin to tighten and he grits his teeth at the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your head shaking back and forth, and your mouth wide open. But even as dazed as you are, when you feel the way your husband’s thrusts become uneven, you try to voice as much reason as you possibly can, fully aware of your husband’s tendency to paint your body with his fluids.

“Tetsu-Tetsurou AH- Feels so good. Hngh D-don’t cum on me. Don’t have anything to- AHHH clean it up with and- OH we need to go back to the party.”

Kuroo grunts in displeasure at your words, but he knows you’re right and as much as he loves to see you covered in thick spurts of white, the thought of anyone else seeing that incites rage in him. You get ready for him to pull out and cum down your throat like you always do when you mess around in similarly inconvenient places, ready to swallow down any evidence of your sinful deeds, but you scream when his thrusts get even harder and faster.

"Guess I'll just have to cum inside you."

And those words are the final shove you need to fall over the peak and Kuroo follows shortly after you as your pussy walls clench and milk his cock. He stays buried inside of you for a few more moments, wanting your tight walls to soak up as much of him as possible, but when he slides out of you, he quickly pulls your bottoms up, not letting a single drop escape, and you whimper as he purposefully tugs them up just a tad too tightly, teasingly wedging the fabric between your folds before finally having some mercy and letting you rearrange them. He opens the car door and steps out first, offering a hand down towards you and you grab it, gingerly standing up only to be pulled swiftly towards him and you stumble into his chest. But before you can fully find your balance, a large hand tugs your hair until you’re forced to stare up into cat-like eyes.

“I want you to keep my cum inside of you for the rest of the party. I’m not anywhere near done with your punishment. I’ll be checking at home tonight to see if your pretty little pussy is still painted white.”

The rest of the party is torturous. Kuroo doesn't let you step even a foot away from him as he continues mingling with the crowd and in any other scenario you'd love the attention he showers you with as he affectionately introduces you to countless faces, but not today. Not with your pussy desperately clenching in order not to spill a single drop of the white liquid coating your insides. Not with your touch starved body only yearning for more after getting a taste of what you've wanted all these months. And Kuroo only makes things worse with his subtle teasing.

You know better than to think any of his touches are accidental or innocent and your body is so in tune with his that it reacts to every single bit of contact he dishes out. His arm grazes over your nipples as he reaches over to grab a drink. He leads you with a hand that just happens to slip from your lower back and land squarely on your ass. He wipes your mouth for you, claiming you have a piece of food on the corner of your mouth, but that doesn't really explain why his fingers briefly slip past your lips. But all hell breaks loose when he reapplies your sunscreen for you and his hands blatantly slip under your bikini set, teasingly close to where you want him most, but always just missing your clit and nipples and when he reaches your neck, a moan escapes you at the feeling of his hand subtly wrapping and tightening around your throat.

"Tetsurou, stop teasing me! Can we go home? Please take me home. I need you inside of me again. I want you to ruin me."

Kuroo's the one who's turned you into a needy slutty mess, but it's his turn to feel flushed at the sight of you lewdly begging him to do whatever he wants to you in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of people and finally losing his self-control, he brusquely grabs your hand and once again the two of you are leaving, but this time for good. The car ride is silent, the atmosphere thick and tense between the two of you as you clench your thighs together and Kuroo tries to ignore the growing bulge in his shorts. It's silent as both of you enter your apartment and Kuroo seats himself on your couch. But you break once you close and lock the front door and Kuroo impassively stares at you as you drop to your knees in front of him and beg him to fuck you again. You know you're barely making any sense, fueled only by your cock hungry thoughts, but you pause when Kuroo raises a hand to silence you.

"Let's see if you were able to follow the one rule I gave you today, kitten."

Eagerly you nod your head and you raise yourself on your knees, spreading your thighs apart before pulling your bikini bottom to the side and you think you could cum right there and then just from the way Kuroo unabashedly stares at the white trail dripping down your inner thigh as he pushes down his shorts enough to languidly stroke his cock.

"Good girl. Did you like being my little cum bucket today? Did you like being filled by me? Bet if it were possible, you'd always want your little cunny to be drenched in my cum, right? Come sit on master's lap."

Kuroo chuckles at the way you clumsily stumble in your haste to reach him as you blather affirmation after affirmation in response to his questions and he lowers his head to affectionately kiss you, lightly nipping your lower lip before he pulls back. He moves one hand to his cock to angle it as his other hand grabs your waist and urges you to move, but you hardly need any encouragement and you both groan as you sink down on his length until you're completely bottomed out and sitting in his lap once again. Immediately you try to bounce, but you whine when strong hands hold you still and you can feel tears of frustration forming as you pout at your husband's smirk. But any annoyance is forgotten when his hands fondle and pinch your nipples through the fabric of your top.

"Look at you. I've barely done anything and you're already so worked up. Stop moving! Just sit there and take what I give you." You yelp when he roughly pinches your nipples and you cease your attempts to ride him, but you can't help the way your hips roll and grind as he continues.

"Your nipples are already so hard, kitten. Look how obvious they are even beneath your swimsuit. Were they like this all day? Is that why Atsumu couldn't take his eyes off you? You think every player there saw how slutty your nipples are? Realized what a horny desperate whore you are? I bet they all wanted to get a taste."

You wail when Kuroo shoves the fabric aside and latches a mouth onto one of your sensitive nubs, while experly flicking and rolling the other between his fingers. He alternates between the two sides and your frazzled mind can barely keep up with his actions as he switches up the motions of his fingers and mouth. He pulls off briefly and sharply tugs at your nipples. "Think you can cum just from your nipples?" You try to deny it, pleading for him to at least rub your clit, but your protests are ignored and you gasp when he dives back down and harshly sucks at one of your puffy nubs. Kuroo knows your body even better than you do and he continues to stimulate your nipples even when you topple over into an orgasm that takes you by surprise and you tightly clench around his cock as your back arches and only when you weakly paw at him to stop does he release your nipple with a lewd pop.

You playfully smack him when he teases you about what a slut you must be to be able to get off from just your nipples and you hide your face in his neck as he shamelessly thinks out loud about all the nipple clamps, suctions, and vibrators he can use on you to train you even more. But you raise your head in alarm when you feel yourself being repositioned, Kuroo's erect cock still inside of you as he lays you on your back and hovers over you.

"Tetsurou, st-stop NGH TOO SOON!"

"What did you say, kitten? Sorry, it's hard to understand you when you're moaning like a whore. Weren't you begging for this all day? Shouldn't you be thanking me?"

Kuroo thrusts sharply into you with every word and you can't think of anything other than how well he fills you, how perfectly he fits inside the cunt he's molded and shaped for himself after years of using it, how amazing the drag of his cock against your insides is. You babble thank you, thank you, thank you mindlessly over and over again, incapable of doing anything else as your breasts bounce and your body writhes underneath him. And when his hips finally stutter and he furiously rubs your clit as he adds to the mess inside of you, you break apart once again, your mind going blank as you feel the warmth of his cum sloshing inside of you.

But exhaustion slams into you as you come down from your climax, exhaustion from your third orgasm, exhaustion from being teased all day and all the barriers you’d put up finally come crashing down and Kuroo stares in horror as you sob, nothing like the pleasure filled sobs he usually wrings out of you. No, these are heartbreaking anguished cries for help and he immediately answers the call by tightly clutching you to his chest, your lower bodies still connected as he murmurs words of praise and love into your ear.

“Hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart? I love you. You know that, right? I love you more than anything or anyone else in this entire world. I’m so lucky to be your husband. You’re so good to me, so loving, so supportive, so loyal, so beautiful.”

The last word catches your attention and with a sniffle you hesitantly remove your head from his torso and look at him through watery lashes.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

Kuroo flounders for a second, disbelief choking the words in his throat, unable to understand how you could think otherwise. But when he sees the insecurity and doubt flooding your eyes he gently cradles your face in his calloused hands.

“Of course I do. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.”

Your heart flutters at the sincerity you see in his eyes and that’s all it takes for you to break down in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tuck your head under his chin, and he silently listens as you reveal all the internal suffering you’d put yourself through over the past months as you let your anxiety and worry mix with your doubts and insecurities, letting them fester and ferment into a self-destructive time bomb. A slow-moving process he’d been too daft to notice, that you’d been too scared to talk to him about for his sake, not wanting to be a bother or another item he needed to check off his to-do list. And while you continue shyly speaking, tears stream down Kuroo’s face and his heart clenches at the thought of how long you’d quietly suffered, putting on a happy facade for him, taking care of his every want and need during the few hours of the week he was home and awake.

Surprised to feel liquid drops plop down on your face, you quirk your head upwards and panic when you see your husband’s teary eyes and the two of you become a blubbering mess as you both try to wipe each other’s tears and soothe each other. It’s so silly to see two adults trying to out comfort each other that you accidentally snort at the strange image the two of you must make and there’s a slight pause, but then your laughter is joined by Kuroo’s trademark cackle and before you know it, the two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the rumble of each other’s laughter through your connected bodies.

Yes, there’ll be serious conversations later about being more open and transparent with each other when something’s troubling either one of you and discussions on how you can both work on your communication. You’ll jokingly complain that Kuroo is hovering over you too much for weeks after this breakdown as he practically scrutinizes you with those perceptive eyes of his, always making sure you’re really fine. And he’ll never give you any more opportunities to doubt how much he loves every part of you when you’re screaming his name on every surface of your home. But for now, feeling infinitely lighter with all your burdens finally shoved off your shoulders with the help of your husband, you’re content to close your eyes and relish in the warmth of the lean body pressed against you.

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Schweiden Sex Education: Intercourse || Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Tags: mention of insecurities, vaginal penetration, slight size kink, soft sex, creampie, sex bruh

Character(s): Wakatoshi Ushijima (hq)

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: this will be the final installment of this mini series, ngl it ended up more popular and more touchy feely than I thought it would. thank you everyone for reading <3

part (1) (2)

inter·course /ˈin(t)ərˌkôrs/

noun; sexual contact between individuals involving penetration

“Do you hate her?”

Ushijima blinked a handful of times at the voice going unregistered to him. Korai of course had to repeat himself.

“Do you hate our manager or something?” The second to newest Schweiden member craned his neck around to look at the same lady talking with the captain, “I mean...even since I started last season it seems like it but I dunno, do you just hate her or something?”

No longer the new guys, Ushijima still felt confused on what his teammate meant, “Why would you say that? I’ve never said that.”

Korai shrugged. White haired man taking the ball from his bigger mates grasp and chucking the volleyball at the real newbie coming into the gym when Tobio arrived. Korai gut laughed when the dark haired man didn’t catch it and only wasted a little more time before wiping at his eyes to look back at Ushijima with what he’d just said, “You spend so much time staring at her. Thought maybe you hated it her since never talked to her.”

Ushijima’s brows pinched in the middle with the deepest furrow, “I never said I hated anyone.”

Once more with a shrug Korai figured he’d drop it, “Well man, if you don’t hate her. You must have one hell of a crush on her then.”

The word rung in his head when you said it.

Sex.

You were naked under him. Rightfully so after his first attempt to bring you, or any woman, to an orgasm. He should feel proud if not a little smug. All he felt was nervous.

“Ok....sex,” You inhaled deeply now that most of your senses was collected. The real thing felt a lot different than your own hand and the same scenario being lit up on the tiny screen of your phone. Slight tingle from that orgasm you were wondering if you had been that hard up for a hook up. Dashing that from your mind you refocus on the Schweiden player before you, “I mean...I guess there’s not a lot to say about it. I’m sure you’ve seen porn or Korai I’m pretty sure played something off of Pornhub in the locker room at least once.”

That light anecdote didn’t seem to tear the man’s concentration away from you. Leaving you to wiggle a bit and get higher up on the bed. Thinking maybe he was going to follow. Ushijima remained staring at you with that all too familiar look on his face. A look you recall years worth of seeing from across the gyms at practice.

Without warning it dawns on you, maybe he doesn’t actually want to have sex with you. A feeling nothing short of claustrophobic when it hits you. The tingle you’ve felt since the locker room fizzles out with vigor. You’re exposed. Silly. Regretful. Suddenly to recount your words.

“I mean-” You stumble over words falling from your lips while looking up at him and trying to cover some part of you, “We don’t have to- Um Ushiwa- Uh Ushijima- I uh it’s fine if you don’t want to we can just forget this-”

“I don’t hate you.”

The slur of words from your mouth catch. His surprising you more. You stop trying to cover yourself with what little blanket you can up root. Instead your brows furrow uncharacteristically at him at the foot of the bed.

“What?”

Olive eyes dropping from you it’s the first time since he joined three years ago that you saw him actually break eye contact first. You’re nothing short of surprised when Ushijima, still naked, sits back on the edge of the bed. Easing up on the need to cover yourself. You realize he’s talking about something entirely different.

Brows pinched together you ask again what he meant. Crawling towards him now. Kneeling beside him unsure if you should lay a hand on him or something. His face seems complacent like normal but with the way he sounded. It just didn’t sound right to you.

Ushijima lifts his gaze to meet your naked body right next to his. Of course he couldn’t tear them away from your form before him. All those times he’d stared at you over the years. Only now realizing he’d been trying to think what you looked like in this exact light.

“...I...Korai thought I hated you,” He confesses in the weirdest manner. Finding the one thing he couldn’t take his eyes off of wasn’t your naked body. But your face, “I don’t....I never did. I just- I think I love you and it might have been my fault if I-”

Cut off directly by the feeling of your lips against his. There’s a spilt second the man doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Only to be thankful when he felt your hands gently take his and place them on your sides. Getting the gesture Ushijima curled his broad arms around your bare waist just as you curled your own arms around his neck. Delaying the need for a breath in the passionate kiss until finally neither of you could hold out.

“Lets make love instead,” You mutter against his lips. Feeling for the first time Ushijima trying to push back into the kiss like he wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. Drawing your fingers down from the nape of his neck. Small circles over his collar bone to dip down between his well defined chest, you look up at him and smile, “...because I think I might be in love with you.”

Nothing short of a glimmer in the otherwise deadpan expression. Ushijima for the first time since the locker roomer took a kiss from you. Not just taking it. He downright kissed you back into the middle of the bed. Lips never leaving yours it was barely any fumbling as he scooped his big hands under your bottom and pulled you into his hips. Leaving you to hold onto his shoulders as the urgency of the kiss translated over to your movements together.

Sooner than later you felt his cock rub against your inner thigh. Only breaking the kiss enough as you kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth with a breathy whisper, “Put it in...please, I want you to do it.”

Nodding there wasn’t a question to be asked. Ushijima understood more than anything where he wanted his cock to go. You telling him only sealed the fact he craved no one else.

Gripping his cock there’s a second when you adjust your hips and allow his length to slip up between your soaked folds. Earning a pleasant moan to bubble up between your lips. Any other time you might have been worried to take someone so big. But that was the last thing in your mind right now. Consumed with need all you could think of was the stretch of his cock inside you.

Rewarded with the real thing faster than anything else. You gasp. Making him stop half way to which you panic and tell him through a loud moan to keep going. Ushijima can’t stop but sink his thick cock down to the base in your sopping wet cunt. Nothing he could even imagine prepared him for this.

“W-Warm-” The low rumble of a moan echoed in his chest. Ushijima unsure what to do pushed his lips back onto yours. Just the way your walls clenched around him and you engulfed his senses was ethereal to him.

“Move....how you wanna,” You whisper against his lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all these years.”

There was hesitation. You were right he had seen porn and what they did. But none of that seemed desirable. Right now all he wanted to do was feel you. Consume you. Make every fiber of his being tingle with your body.

Slow to start Ushijima began rocking his hips into yours. Each movement earning more than just a lowly moan from you. Assured that it was wonderful by your praise and touching all over him. Soon it became a need for him to snap his hips into yours. Watch you squirm under him, mouth agape and eyes locked onto him. Everything intoxicating to every single sense the man had.

“ ‘gonna cum-” You bite back a moan as your hips bounce with each forceful thrust, “I- I think I’m gonna cum-”

“Please-” Ushijima buried his face into the crook of your neck, panting, thrusts hard and deep as he felt himself approaching a familiar feeling, “Please cum- I want you-”

Tongue gliding over your parted lips and swallowing the knot in your throat. It’s nothing like the knot growing in your stomach. Boxed in completely by the enormous man above you. It’s hardly possible to snake your hand down to your clit. But when you do your free hand gripes the back of his neck as your fingers dance around your already sensitive bud, “I- It’s too much- Fuck-”

For a split second he wonders what is too much but that is dashed when the shudder in your body starts at your toes and every inch of you twitches under him. Sealing the deal for Ushijima when he feels nothing short of heaven when your cunt tightens around him in a way no mouth or hand could ever mimic. All that stamina in the world for nothing when he pushes his hips into yours. Desperate to follow your lead.

Rutting into you as deep as he can until the warm gush of cum overflows into your cunt. You’d never felt anything so intimate yet even as his lips found yours to kiss you. The twitch of Ushijima’s cock with each spurt of cum had you moaning into the kiss like a virgin all over again.

Both of you breathing harder than expected into the kiss. Finally came down from the high. His cock still buried in you and most of your body limp under him. You take a moment to swallow as you look up at the man before you. This time he was staring but you didn’t feel the need to turn away. Instead you smiled at him with a little giggle. And for the first time in nearly four years, Ushijima smiled back at you.

Minor Epilogue ;|

“Where’s Ushiwaka?” Korai dribbled the volleyball as he looked back towards the locker room.

Tobio looked up from his bottle after fiddling with the lid, “Hirugami didn’t say anything?”

White brows pinched together Korai bounced the ball as high as he could manage and huffed, “This is day three! He’s late and we get to wait for him!”

“You could just practice with Romeo and Sokolov before he comes.” Tobio offered without much concern as he grabbed the volleyball before Korai could catch it.

“Don’t break the lights Hoshiumi!” Hirugami shouted across the gym as he caught sight of one of the second youngest Schweiden harassing the volleyballs.

Grumbling to himself Korai snatched the ball back from Tobio, “Of course Hirugami-san!” Content with dribbling the ball at a much more manageable height, Korai looked around for a short stint at attendance, “You notice our manager has been late recently too?”

“And?” Tobio shouldered his duffel bag without a chance of even feigning interest in his teammates rant.

Brows still pinched Korai glared out at the double doors of the Schweiden’s gym, “I bet they’re hooking up. I bet- Look!” Korai skidded to a stop mid sentence when through the double doors it was the late Schweiden in question. Undoubtedly with their manager at his side. Like a detective Korai pounced on the chance to interrogate them but that was lost among the chaos when all of the Scweiden team witnessed Ushijima lean down and give their ever so wonderful team manager a kiss on the lips.

That’s when all insanity broke loose.

Korai was on them like stink on shit. Tobio and Toshiro ready to intercept Korai before his rabid-ness scared the new love birds away. Tatsuto wanting a better look at the drama amongst the crew. Leaving Fukuro and Nicollas to exchange glances at each other as they hoisted up the volleyball net.

“Is that Ushijima and y/n?” Nicollas peered over to the bustling drama at the front of the gym.

Fukuro, minding his own business, nodded, “Think they’ve been going out for a while now.”

Smiling as Ushijima’s face seemed stone serious as ever and y/n’s face flush red as the white haired Schweiden had some serious question, Nicollas laughed as remembered that feeling, “Ah young love....wish there was an educational course one could take when learning the affairs of the heart.”

Fukuro snort laughed and tightened the bindings on the net they’d be using for practice if they ever stopped their gawking, “Yeah, we call that sex ed here.”

Nicollas chuckled when he saw their lovely manager punch Korai in the side. Revealing the oddest sight of Ushijima smiling ever so slightly on his stoic features while the rest of the Scweiden’s rallied around the new couple as the two seniors could only stand back and laugh, “Sex and love education....I think we could all use that.”

a/n: The end is finally here! Honestly I can’t believe I’ve actually finished a series in the first place! To everyone who’s read and supported it thank you from the bottom of my heart. This was too much fun to write and I won’t lie I might have a little soft spot in my heart for Ushijima now <3

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petriquors · 3 years ago

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May I please request #5 with Bokuto? Thanks :)

bokuto reaches for you.

his foot taps yours under the dinner table, his eyes look for yours whenever he says something (he thinks is) funny. when he meets you after work at the front of your office building, because his practice ends early enough that he can race across the city and be just in time, he beams at you with open arms.

"baby!"

your coworkers giggle. you bound down the steps, paying them no mind.

racing to your sunshine prince, you stop short when the toes of your shoes bump into his. you lace your fingers with his, both of your arms outstretched.

"how was your day?" you ask before he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose.

"spent it all thinking about you," he laughs, and you know that's not true, but you join in anyway. "ready for dinner?"

"of course," you gush, letting go of one of his hands but holding the other firm. he swings it, youthful and so full of joy, as he leads you down the sidewalk while your coworkers begin their miserable treks home. you have all the happiness in the world right next to you, in your hand, and nothing will ever be better than this.

send an ask with a number from this list + a hq character and i’ll write a snippet!

#oh okay wait i love this one too #thank you everyone who's helping me get in the writing mood with these!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hq headcanons #hq hcs #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #bokuto fluff #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #mailbag #mail from: the stars #games with maria

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ashiemochi · 3 years ago

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aphrotitty - xxxiii (i)

✠ Aphrotitty ↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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The thirty-third time Leon saw her, it was a Sunday noon around twelve o’clock. The sky was cloudy that day, having entered the fifth of December. He was currently on his way back home from the White House as the President had wanted to talk with him. It was just a casual briefing at this point; being as close as friends but the professional vibe still lingered in the air.

The driver did a turn down the neighbourhood where Leon resided and Leon’s eyes peered out to see So Ah’s place, already feeling warm on the inside. The car stopped and Leon thanked him then got out, pulling out his duffle bag in the process. The driver went off and the agent released a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

Why’d they call it a vacation if they were still going to pester him about this stuff?

Still, it was something he swore to do – to scrub the virus off of the face of the Earth.

Leon went up to his front door, opening it just to set his duffle bag inside. He closed the door then jogged down the stairs, heading to So Ah’s house just as he had promised. He ignored the aching of his body and the heavy jetlag, being only driven to see her.

The operation was another terrorist attack with bioweapons. The infected were almost taking over the entire city of Beijing. Those who traded the virus weren’t found; having run away and escaped the DSO agents. The division informed him that they’ll need a report within a week and that he should expect to be called to HQ for more questioning about the mission.

Nothing too new since all units were needed to go through the same thing.

Leon knocked on her door and waited, glancing over his shoulder at yet another burning feeling; Diane was looking. Narrowing his eyes at her little form hiding behind her window’s curtains, he was brought back forward at the sound of a door opening.

“Leon!” The usually soft-spoken voice exclaimed with excitement, eyes shimmering at the sight of him on her porch. He smiled widely at her and before he could say some cheesy line, she pulled him in.

“I’m so happy you’re back!” So Ah gushed, having to stand on her tippy toes to hug him.

His body was frozen for a split second before he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, “Someone’s too excited.”

She huffed, pulling away to look up at him, “Like I said, I have the right to be.”

In three long weeks, she hadn’t changed one bit. Being all the same, he only noticed that she was a little pale. Yet she still smiled at him, grabbing his hand to drag him to the kitchen and he let her, being too caught up with seeing her to even tease her.

He missed her.

“I know it’s not much but...” So Ah trailed away then let go of his hand to skip to her counter then faced him with a wide grin, “Tada!”

There on the counter was a two-layered cake covered in white frosting and strawberries, decorated in swirls of chocolate syrup. Her potted mint was next to it and a chuckle escaped him at the sticky note on the pot that had a smiley face drawn on it.

“Everything in the cake is dairy-free and I’ve got...” She skittered to her cabinet and took out a closed bottle of liquor, “Brandy!” She smiled toothily at him.

Then his eyes trailed up to the bold banner; WELLCOME LEON!

Instantly, memories of the police department back in Raccoon City rushed into his mind and his stature faltered slightly. One thing for sure is that he never had a ‘welcome-back' party of the sort ever since that day. It’s usually a pat on the back, a little medal then off to another operation he went. That day was a living nightmare, but So Ah...

“You don’t like it?” The light hurt in her tone got his attention.

He shook his head, “What? No! I love this,”

She really was something else.

“But you misspelt welcome.” He gestured up and her eyes fell.

“You’re lying.”

She made her way back next to him to look up before groaning, “Oh my god, I was gonna change that,” She turned to him, pointing at him with narrowed eyes.

“You didn’t see anything.”

“See what?”

“Exactly, now let’s eat cake!”

Leon chuckled as he sat down on the stool, watching her bring the plates, utensils and two glass cups for the drink.

“So what have you been up to while I was gone? Missed me too much?” He teased as she scoffed, sitting down on the opposite side of him.

“Actually, I’ve been too busy to miss you,” She stuck her tongue out at him and began cutting the cake. She put the slice on his plate and slid it towards him with a fork.

“Too busy doing what?” He irked an eyebrow at her as he picked up his fork.

“Painting and such,” She shrugged before perking up, “Oh and I almost forgot! I got you something!” She went to the other side of the kitchen and came back with a potted plant, mainly consisting of leaves then set it down in front of him with a proud grin.

“I grew her myself,” She smiled and he blinked down at it, not expecting another gift.

“So Ah, you know I’m not a plant person –” He started but she shushed him.

“This is easy to take care of and your house is barren of any life and I thought you’d like to have something of mine... In your place...” Her gaze turned shy and he looked down at the greenery; Okay, that’s damn adorable.

“Alright, I’ll take her,” He smiled at her and she looked giddy, “But, I can’t promise it’ll stay alive.”

“We’ll see about that, Leon,” Her toothy grin had a hint of mischief but it can also be interpreted as ‘Haha-if-it-dies-you’re-going-after-her’. Either that or she was hiding something. Whatever it was, he felt a bit touched.

She grew it herself and for him.

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After a while of chatting and laughing whilst eating cake, a door knock stopped So Ah from stabbing her cake once again and Leon raised an eyebrow, “Are you expecting someone?”

She shook her head, “No... Give me a second.” She seemed a bit confused when she walked off to answer the door.

He took a sip from his liquor then looked at the plant that she had given him. It was one he had never seen before. He knew about a bunch of herbs that would help heal faster but that’s as far as his plant knowledge would go.

He could hear chatters coming from the entrance room followed by footsteps growing louder. So Ah came in with a happy smile while a man stood next to her with a black leather suitcase, “Leon, meet my family’s doctor, Frederic.”

The man smiled and offered his hand, “Pleasure to meet you.”

The man was most likely around his forties, having all silver hair but little to no wrinkles on his skin, only when he smiles does the wrinkles by his green eyes behind his glasses show. He was in a silver suit and stood with perfect posture, clearly showing that he was respectful and worked professionally.

“You too,” Leon gave him a polite smile and shook his hand.

Frederic looked down at the half-eaten cake and the alcohol, “Oh, wow,” He picked up the bottle with interest, “What’s the occasion?”

So Ah giggled, seemingly thinking deeply, “Ah, just a little something for fun,” She shrugged before getting another plate for her doctor and Leon’s eyebrows shot up slightly at that – she lied.

She was hiding his occupation.

“Well, it does look fun, by the way.” Frederic sat down on the stool next to her seat as she began cutting up a slice for him.

“Did you know that you misspelt welcome?” He pointed towards the direction of the banner and she groaned in annoyance.

“Just eat your cake.” She placed the plate in front of him as Leon snorted at her, receiving a playful glare from her.

Frederic laughed, setting his suitcase on the counter and took a bite from the said cake, blinking in slight confusion, “Hm, is this vegan?”

So Ah nodded as she was pouring a cup of Brandy for the doctor, “Oh, yeah, uhm...” She looked over at Leon in a quiet ‘should I tell him?’

“I’m lactose intolerant,” Leon answered and Frederic looked over at him.

“Oh, that makes sense. Miss Han here always does her best to appease others.” He smiled at So Ah.

Leon chuckled, “You got that right,” He winked at So Ah who only blushed before she sat down.

“It’s just dairy-free cake...”

“Of course, one little action is big for others.” Frederic started as he picked up his drink, eyes peering behind his glasses at So Ah, “But learn to take instead of constantly giving.”

Leon didn’t know whether it was the strange tone in his voice or the fact So Ah seemed clueless to it; but either way, he shrugged it off. Maybe Frederic has a weird personality; like Jaehyun.

“Okay, will do.” So Ah nodded with a smile and went to take a sip of her brandy, throwing a quick love glance at Leon; and his lips twitched a bit at the subtleness.

“Speaking of which,” Frederic began, narrowing his eyes at the girl, “You seem a little pale.”

Leon tore his eyes away from the doctor to So Ah who only let out a nervous chuckle, “Ah, really?”

Frederic nodded before gently grabbing her hand, pressing his index and middle fingers onto her wrist then looked down at his watch, “Have you been taking your medications?”

“Yeah, it’s just... It happened last night...” She admitted voice going down to a mutter and Leon straightened up at that.

“It?” Leon asked, now getting worried at what might’ve happened while he was gone and So Ah gave him an uneasy look.

“Miss Han gets these occasional fainting sessions every once in a while,” Frederic informed, looking up from his watch then opened his suitcase, “It usually means that we need to up the dosage or...”

He pulled out a notepad and a pen, scribbling down something neither Leon nor So Ah can read; those doctors’ chicken scribbles of a handwriting.

“Or what?” Leon pressed when So Ah only looked ashamed but now he can see it; the tired eyes, the uncharacteristic clumsiness, and of course, the pale skin.

“Or she witnessed a stressful situation.” Frederic completed; looking up from his notepad to take out a stethoscope from the suitcase then peered up at her expectantly.

Leon looked over at So Ah who brought her stool closer so Frederic can listen to her heartbeat.

“Did something happen?” Leon asked, scanning her face for any indications.

“No...” She trailed away, confused then looked down to try and recall something, but ended up shaking her head in defeat. Leon’s eyes narrowed as the doctor straightened up with a hum, returning to his notepad once more.

“Well, your heart is beating at a lower rate than the average, but no worries.” Frederic gave her a reassuring smile, “It should return to normal after a while. Did you take Midodrine?”

She nodded as Leon asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s the medicine I take when I get those fainting sessions.” So Ah answered as Frederic pulled out a band, receiving an uneasy look from the girl at the object.

“All it does is assist in raising your low blood pressure,” Frederic added as he tied the band around the upper part of her arm, tapping her skin for the vein to show after sterilizing the spot.

Leon stayed quiet once more, eyes focused on So Ah as Frederic gave the girl an apologetic look with a needle close to her skin, “It’ll be just a prick.”

She immediately looked away, shutting her eyes tightly when the needle sunk into her vein, slowly filling up the small test tube – which her action was similar to when Leon was cleaning her scraped knees and palm. He’d tease her but this whole little check-up was making his mind stuck on alert mode.

After a few seconds, the tube was filled with her blood and she seemed paler than before. As Frederic set the tube into his suitcase after bandaging her new wound, he gestured to her plate with a half-eaten cake, mainly pointing at the strawberries.

Leon watched as So Ah’s slightly shaking hand picked up her fork to stab the strawberry, eyes a little hazy. Still, she began picking the strawberries to replenish after having her blood drawn.

“I’ll ask for your meds to be refilled and they should be here about...” The family doctor looked at his watch, “Eight at night.”

She nodded, seemingly upset and Leon furrowed his brows at that, “When will I stop taking these meds?” She asked, looking at Frederic.

He blinked at her before frowning, “It’s for the best, Miss Han. You and I know that...”

So Ah went quiet again before excusing herself, “I need to use the bathroom.”

The agent and the family doctor were left alone as they watched So Ah leave the kitchen and head upstairs. Leon returned his eyes to the doctor who let out a sigh, visibly sympathetic.

“So what is it?” Leon’s gruff voice broke the silence and Frederic looked at him, surprised but confused.

“What?”

“What is her condition? Because as far as she or anyone knows, she hasn’t gotten a damn clue about it.”

Frederic blinked at the cold tone before his eyes went down to his notepad, “It’s... Well, her symptoms lead to some sort of heart disease or anaemia but...”

Leon scoffed at the silence, crossing his arms at the man with piercing eyes, “Some family doctor you are...”

Frederic’s forest eyes snapped up at the agent, “I’m doing what I can, alright? Her condition is complex but she’s... Going to be fine.”

Leon blinked at that, narrowing his eyes a little as the doctor continued, “She’s been like that ever since I saw her when she was little...”

His smile was bittersweet, “No one thought she’d make it past ten but she’s strong... She’s special.”

Leon observed him with his blues, taking in any changes in his expression, “So you wouldn’t mind if she gets a check-up?”

Frederic huffed at that, chuckling in disbelief, “A check-up? Where?”

“I know a place.” Leon replied, “They specialize in cases like this.” His tone was stern yet had a little suspicion in it.

“Really?” Frederic tilted his head with a smile, “And what would that be?”

Frederic took Leon’s silence as an answer and chuckled, “Please, if Green Life couldn’t pinpoint her condition, you think your division would?” He shot back and Leon’s eyes narrowed at the mention of where he works.

“Besides,” The doctor took the last sip of his drink, “I don’t think your little plan would work.”

“I don’t follow.” Leon glared at the man.

“You’re a secretive man, Mr Kennedy.” Frederic lowered his voice with a small smile, “So I doubt she knows about what you do exactly.”

Before Leon could retort, So Ah made her appearance.

“Sorry about that,” She smiled at both men whose eyes were glaring at each other. Tension was in the air as Leon’s mind was racking for what to say while So Ah sensed the weird atmosphere around them.

Frederic knows about him, meaning either he had done his research or he knows about the ongoing investigation on Green Life.

Still, it bothered him.

“No problem, Miss Han.” Frederic smiled at So Ah as he packed up his things, shutting the suitcase after he was done, “I’ll make sure to update you about your condition as soon as possible.”

“You’re leaving already?” So Ah asked, surprised and the man nodded.

“I’ve still got things to do back in the lab, but,” He pulled out a lollipop from his jacket’s inner pocket, handing it to her with a grin, “I’ll keep in touch.”

She giggled at the treat and took it, “Okay, I’ll walk you out.”

“It was nice meeting you, Leon.” Frederic gave the agent a small smirk to which Leon only let out a forced smile with a nod, preferring to stay silent. He watched as So Ah walked with Frederic to the front door and his eyes settled onto his empty glass.

Just what is he up to?

So Ah’s soft sigh brought him back to reality as she sat down in front of him, blinking when she noticed the crease between his eyebrows; “Is something wrong?”

Leon hummed at her before shaking his head, “No, no, just a little jetlagged,” He rolled his eyes.

She chuckled, “Right, almost forgot about that one...”

His eyes scanned her, noticing the peachy colour of her skin was returning; affirming Frederic’s words. He looked back into her eyes, concern etching his face, “How are you feeling?”

“Oh...” She was half-surprised at him before smiling reassuringly at him, “I’m doing better so don’t worry about me.”

Leon huffed playfully, “That’s a hard thing to do with that condition of yours.”

She giggled nervously before leaning forward with a grin, “So, did you bring back a souvenir from China?”

Leon blinked as he remembered the object in his back pocket, “Oh, yeah, I got something for you.”

She blinked at him as he pulled something out from his back pocket but then eyed at her expectantly, “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Leon could see the excitement in her eyes before she shut them and held out her hands with a giddy smile. An uncontrollable smile made its way to his lips before he set the gift on her open hands. She reopened her eyes, settling onto the little rose-gold compact in her hands, gasping softly at it.

“Oh, Leon...” So Ah awed, observing the golden stencils decorating said compact before she opened it, eyes widening in surprise when she saw it was a mirror compact.

He grinned at her reaction, leaning forward onto his pressed arms on the counter, “Now you could see what I see every time you’re around.”

“And... And what is that?” Her words came out hesitant, cheeks already reddening a little.

“An art masterpiece,”

✠

About three hours had passed since Leon was at her place. Now he was back home, lying on his bed after a long hot shower. With an arm under his head, his eyes were stuck at the ceiling as if his rowdy thoughts were hanging out up there.

Frederic seemed sympathetic enough to be taking care of So Ah’s condition since she was young, but the little charade he just witnessed was strange. Although Frederic was ambitious and caring enough to still do his checkups even while he had work to do, Leon couldn’t help but feel something was off-putting. Not to mention that he knew about Leon’s occupation.

Grabbing his phone, Leon sent a short email to Hunnigan, asking her if anyone else knew about the investigation and if so, who. In case Frederic was aware of the investigation; that would set his mind at peace with how he knows about the agent – but if that wasn’t the case, then who exactly was Frederic?

So Ah spoke highly of him, mentioning how he was there when her parents weren’t and how he had helped her get on her feet numerous times. She always had a wide happy smile on her face, clearly showing that she held utter respect towards the doctor, seeing him as part of the family.

A grumbled sigh left his lips as exhaustion settled in; he’ll just wait for the support agent to reply. His slowly closing eyes looked over at the mosaic potted plant on his nightstand and he smiled faintly before succumbing to a long-awaited rest.

#leon kennedy x reader smut #resident evil infinite darkness #ocs #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy aesthetic #leon kennedy gif

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flowers-of-io · 2 years ago

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14, 23, 25 for the fic asks!!

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

The Aftermath! I just sat down in a coffee shop on a very stressful day and wrote it in the span of an afternoon. I guess I needed to let out some steam after the season's Cathartic (sic) But Disturbing finale, and sinking into my lil fantasies in my lil brain is my prime coping mechanism, so I suppose gushing out over 2k words without really stopping until it was done was a stress response.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Well, most of these I count into the "current wips" category, plus I hardly ever truly abandon an idea and instead leave it hanging as a work in progress for eternity... But here are some that budded over the year but never really got past a few lines' worth of writing:

Savathun tracking down and rallying Ir Anuk to her cause upon being resurrected (I've got like five lines of dialogue written for that)

long one-shot about Ór and the Beyond Light campaign

last thoughts of Quria, Blade Transform (this one has been SITTING THERE since we killed Quria almost 2 years ago...)

the Scorned Barons and Uldren's first supper after escaping the Prison

Immaru dealing with the mess that is the Lucent Brood rn, and searching for Sav (this one I'm thinking very intensely about but still can't seem to really take off with the writing process, iykwim)

Season of the Lost ficlet about Yilwran and Mara (I've got like... two paragraphs so far)

Sav posing as Enina and spying on Eris during Season of Arrivals

Crow & Amanda reconciliation (but way waaaayyy back in Season of the Risen)

Hawthorne and Ikora talking politics after the Vex incursion in Splicer (I've got the opening written)

Kabr ficlet to last year's Destcember prompt "Shattered Glass"

faction leaders celebrating the Dawning in the FWC hq back in the good old times

Aunor reacting to Taeko's death post-Savathun's Song strike (another veeery old idea)

Aunor getting emotionally caught up in hunting all the Corrupted Guardians and ending up drinking on a rooftop with Drifter and Shin

Ór meeting Misraaks in person for the first time

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Oh there are So Many, but one I squeaked my whole way through was customary by @moonbottles (motorboats). It's just !!!!!!!!!! I must as well mention @intrepiddreamx's Diplomatic Ties again, because Meren is literally the best protagonist I have ever seen in a fic and I want to kiss her. The fic is super funny and well written, and you'll love her.

#thank you!! <3 #reply #kentarch3

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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hello!! i really loved your hq writing and i think they were pretty spot on! do u mind writing abt a reader who’s basically a first year version of kiyoko (like everyone is attracted to her) and all the first years are just into her but come to find out she’s been dating yamaguchi all this time ? jealous yams maybe? sorry if it’s too specific🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Yamaguchi Tadashi x Really Sexy Yoga Instructor S/O

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A/N: Thank you so much anon! You’re speaking my language with this request😍

It sounds a lot like the first ever request I got here, so this can be seen as a part two, or read as a stand alone. I hope you like it!!!

Not NSFW, but please only read if you’re over 18 y/o.

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Yams, your beloved boyfriend of a few months will be the first to admit that he made a mistake volunteering you to help his volleyball team

About a month ago, Coach Ukai felt as though the team was way too pent up and ordered his players to indulge in some calming activities on one of the no-practice days with the goal of making the team less irritable

The coach found that Yoga would be a great solution

Coach Ukai had read that the benefits of Yoga include but are not limited to: increased flexibility, increased muscle strength and tone, improved respiration, more energy and vitality, maintenance of a balanced metabolism, improved athletic performance, protection from injury, overall relaxation and stress relief.

Ukai thought that yoga was a no-brainer because if Karasuno was going to win the National tournament, then they had to adopt unconventional means in order to get an edge on the competition

Unfortunately, Takeda, the volleyball club’s advisor, couldn’t exactly find the budget to get the entire team signed up for weekly yoga sessions at the big studio downtown

Aw man :(

But fear not! smh

Your boyfriend to the team’s rescue! Great 😑

Thank goodness for your sweet baby 👍🏾 not

He’s just too caring for his own good isn’t he? You wish he’d stop

Because he..... well, lucky for Karasuno, your boyfriend Yamaguchi happily suggested that the team goes to the Karasuno High School’s Yoga Club sessions at the local community centre. The community centre hosts great swim, cooking, and even archery lessons! It would be perfect because it would be within budget and the 7am yoga sessions were always empty, because not many people knew about them.

“How do you know they’re legit? I don’t want my players getting hurt because some kids think it’s fun to twist n’ contort their bodies —“ Inquired coach Ukai. The entire team turned to Tadashi, awaiting his response.

Your annoying sweet man explained that all of the Yoga club members are certified by Japanese Health Standards and they are well-versed in their instructing, it was kind of the point of the club. He was sure the club would love the volleyball team’s company

Your boyfriends’ coach’s face lit up. When Ukai’s next question pertained to how tf Tadashi knew all of this, that’s finally when his face fell

Oops.

He’s so cute He wanted to help so badly he forgot that this could be a bad idea

How did he know all this? Well, maybe because his girlfriend of 3 months, you, run the damn club. And he knows everything about you because he’s whipped.

However, Tadashi couldn’t exactly tell them that was the reason because he is very private and didn’t want to introduce his beautiful girlfriend to guys that were sure to drool over her

Plus he wanted to make sure you weren’t in a daze when he confessed to you, testing whether one day you’ll wake up & realize you made a big mistake

Yamaguchi, quick on his feet, just said that you were his friend and you ran the club.

They believed it obviously, and that’s how it all started

Since there were multiple morning Yoga sessions, Coach Ukai divided the team into years for mandatory session attendance. The first years were scheduled for Monday’s at 7am, the second years on Wednesday’s (same time) and the 3rd years were on Fridays (same time).

You were late to your first session with the boys because even though Yams told you the team would start coming (and to keep your relationship a secret) you were used to being the only one here doing Yoga

You were only slightly startled when you opened the door to your beloved studio and saw Karasuno volleyball’s first years: Tsukishima, Kageyama, Hinata and your beautiful man Yams sitting down on Yoga mats patiently.

You cheerily introduced yourself and greet everyone, finding yourself happy to have the company

Yamaguchi was the only one to verbally greet you back, because the other boys were staring at you with what you would deem odd expressions

Yams noticed his solo greeting too and looked over to his teammates. He frowned because he knew the look on their faces and the lack of a voice very well.

How could he not? It was the same reaction he had when he saw you for the first time he was sure you came out of his wet dreams

You are so hot, and now his fellow first years were noticing

Yams pouted inside

Anyway, the same way you didn’t notice when Yamaguchi had that stare when you two met, you just got straight to business, setting down your pink yoga mat and water bottle and explaining all the rules.

It’s a good thing yoga sessions are supposed to be silent with only the sounds of the rain forest playing loud through the rooms speakers because I don’t think the boys could have spoken anyway

You did basic yoga stretches and had the boys follow your every movement

As you showed them the simple beginner poses, Tadashi caught Hinata and Kageyama sneaking glances at your figure with heavy blushes on their faces

If Tsukki thought you were attractive, which omfg did he ever, he didn’t show it in the slightest

Yamaguchi was happy to call him his best friend

The quick-attack boys could not say the same

Like the schoolboys they are, they relished in seeing a gorgeous female’s flexible body easily contort in front of them

Tadashi noted that, for two of the most intensely competitive people he knew, the two were peculiarly a little TOO happy with not doing any of the yoga poses correctly, he could guess why

You, still clueless, walked around the room to help the boys get into correct positioning platonically, the way every Yoga instructor does.

Tadashi on the other hand, was doing so well and you badly wished you could kiss him whenever you moved his body but you were respecting his wishes to keep you two a secret

Kags and Shōyō almost had internal panic attacks when you touched them or got close

They weren’t the greatest with girls but they were especially bad when one of the prettiest and fittest girls they’ve ever encountered was touching them and whispering in their ears to ‘turn like this’ ‘open up a bit more’ because of how quiet yoga should be

The combustion train has left the building! Choo choo 💨

You laughed when volleyball duo boys started shoving each other when Hinata fell out of a pose and landed on Kags

Tadashi’s eyes narrowed because he selfishly didn’t want you laughing at anything those boys did. Nevertheless, he shook it off

Maybe it will get better once the initial shock of your hotness wears off, Yams thought to himself when he left Yoga that morning.

Sure, because that’s how it worked with Kiyoko right?

Yeah, right. The following Monday you were still hot and the boys were still drooling over you.

At real volleyball practices and at lunch time Yamaguchi has to constantly hear the team (minus Tsukishima) gush about how attractive you are and how it wasn’t so bad waking up early in the morning if you were the view they were getting up to see

Now, Tadashi would definitely describe himself as a pretty calm guy......as would anyone who knows him......

But hearing his friends gush about you like you weren’t the smartest, most creative, genuine, conscientious person...... just an ideal body and gorgeous face not that they would know evoked jealous emotions deep within him

On dates with you he would inquire about the other volleyball yoga sessions you taught and you would tell him truthfully that your class of 3rd years were always fine, well behaved and very quiet because they were too busy fantasizing about you in their heads to talk dkm

and then you told your boyfriend that 2 of the second years were pretty flirty take a wild guess who? But that the one boy named Ennoshita got them to simmer down and then stop with the comments completely

Tadashi made a mental note to do a favour for his future captain

He was beginning to get irritated with the way these strong amazing athletes that he looked up to were reduced to goo when his girlfriend came around

He knew it was irrational to be so upset because he was sure they would chill out if they knew she was his girlfriend but

He just wasn’t ready for that yet.

So he endured the comments because even though the team was full of hormonone-crazy males, they never were vulgar or disrespectful in their remarks that was saved for all of their dreams and shower time

Either way,

None of that could stop the locker room talk.

“Did Y/N teach you guys the puppy dog stretch too this week?” Chirped Nishinoya as he bounced on the balls of his feet. The boys nodded. “Man is she s-m-o-k-i-n-g or what?? Don’t you think so, Asahi?”

Yams looked over from his locker to see the quiet and timid Ace of the team unable to help sporting a blush and nodding in agreement to Nishinoya.

Tadashi did NOT like this conversation. He took to chugging his water in order to distract himself from saying something he was sure to regret

“I-I really like Y/N’s yoga pants. They’re really cool!”

Kageyama rolled his eyes at Hinata's comment. “Of course you do, Boke.”

“Keep dreaming short stack!” Hollered Tanaka as he hopped in a super man pose on top of a bench. “For I will one day marry Y/N!”

Uncontrollably, Yamaguchi’s entire liquid contents in his mouth drenched Sugawara’s back in a spit take. Everyone laughed.

Let’s just say Karasuno’s vice captain made Yams do laps until his legs felt like they would fall off

By the third week, poor Yamaguchi had it up to HERE with the team’s pining after his girl.... be it Daichi’s subtle suggestion to the coach to extend AND increase the amount of yoga sessions, to Nishinoya’s memorization of the exact colour of your lip gloss per session

Yams actually growled under his breath when he heard both I swear to God

Yamaguchi felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t wring any necks first .

The entire team was smitten with his secret girlfriend and it made him insanely jealous. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

You were his. And only his. He wished he never volunteered you to help the team in the first place!

On your dates as a couple, you noticed that Yams was much more tense than he used to be before you started instructing the team. You told him over and over that you would quit this very second because he was so much more important than some silly club. You even suggested easily swapping with your second-in-command as instructor but

He wouldn’t have any of that. Apparently the team was already improving significantly in skill from Yoga like the Coach predicted. You are the best instructor your club had, and his team needed the best.

Plus he knows you love doing it and he puts your happiness before his own

The situation just sucked!

On the final yoga session before nationals, you arranged for the entire team to conjoin in one single morning session that would be longer at two hours instead of one, to go through everything they have learned in a mass session. It was also to make sure the numbers were even because today would be strictly focused on Partner Yoga!

The crows filed in to your studio, excited to see you and set up as usual

You walked in and told them about the partner yoga, and before they could volunteer to be your partner and upset your boyfriend, you told everyone you already had a partner and gestured toward the studio entryway:

Kiyoko walked in with a wave at her introduction and she spread her yoga mat next to you facing the class

They said 😳😳😳😳🤯🤯🤯🤯

The entire room was silent. Everyone minus Tsukki and your boyfriend combusted. Like they were done

Remember that combustion train? Yeah it just arrived at its destination: Nosebleed Central.

The boys’ little minds couldn’t fathom two extremely hot girls in compromising, stretchy positions that would look anything but innocent in their male minds

It was kind of a dream come true

You didn’t care that they were acting weird and you started the session, telling the boys to pair up and follow yours and Kiyoko’s lead

Even Yams started to feel hot and bothered at the sight of the multiple positions

he always felt horny watching you instruct yoga but he was able to satiate his lust by reminding himself that you told him you want to sleep with him when he was ready, even though you were taking it slow. he’s always blushing so none of the guys ever thought anything if it

Satiating himself with that thought again, though, flew out the window as an option because you just looked too incredibly hot in partner positions. It got to the point where he wanted to kick Kiyoko out so you could practice these yoga positions with him

He wanted to be the one to put your leg on his shoulder as he pounded into your heat, not Kiyoko no matter how hottttttttt it was to look at

Suga used his fingers to flick Tadashi on the forehead to get his attention away from his secret girlfriend and back to the yoga positions he should be trying with him

“Dude.... trust me, I know, and I agree...” Suga nods in understanding as he glances over at the beautiful girls once more. It takes a good amount of effort for him to peel his eyes back to Yamaguchi. “But we have to do this. Try to pretend they’re not as hot as they are.” He gives your bf a thumbs up for encouragement

Yams didn’t smile back even though he commenced yoga again like his vice captain requested. Yams just wanted all of this to be over so he could somehow sneak you into one of the abandoned rooms in this community centre and take you right there.

Since Kiyoko was only there to demonstrate the positions and not join the class because she had other commitments, she had to leave pretty early

You went around helping everyone like you usually did, and now you definitely noticed how red all the boys’ cheeks were. Yams couldn’t even look at you the entire time he did yoga with Suga and you started to wonder if you did something wrong. Hm.....

Yams couldn’t look at you because he was using every ounce of his restraint to keep from jumping your bones

Before long, Y/N’s final yoga session was nearing completion until you realized that you had forgotten to demonstrate the final pose when Kiyoko was here.

Glancing at your boyfriend who was giving you the cold shoulder, you timidly asked if anyone minded being your partner to demonstrate—

Like zoo animals, all of the boys volunteered!!! You yelped because of how loud they got in the quiet room in a split second.

Does it matter who you choose?

Yamaguchi felt himself boil over in jealousy. These boys were throwing themselves at the woman who means everything to him, and that was enough to drive any man to the brink of insanity.

While the boys bickered about who would be your partner Hinata and Nishi already started the Rock Paper Scissors tournament, including the usually collected captains, Tadashi briskly made his way towards you with purpose. Without even thinking about it he cupped your face with one of his hands and tilted your lips towards his for a deep kiss.

You felt your knees weaken at the intensity of the unexpected kiss from the love of your life.

Yams wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady when he felt your knees weaken.

You two barely heard the collective gasp in the room...

...Nor did you hear Tsukki mutter a flat “I knew it.”

When you finally pulled away from your boyfriends perfect lips, you were still drunk off the kiss while he remembered where you two were

With an aura of manly confidence that could only come from the overwhelming satisfaction of giving into the animalistic urge to claim your mate in front of other males, Yamaguchi turned to his team. Shoulders back and confident, he smiled smugly

“Did I forget to tell you all that Y/N is my girlfriend? I’d appreciate if all the endless comments about how beautiful she is would cease to exist, at least around me. She’s very much taken. Oh, and I, ONLY I....will be her partner. Thanks.”

Ok can you imagine how fucking sexy shy Yams would look being strict, intimidating and completely territorial over you? 🤤

Karasuno’s team was stunned into silence before Nishinoya started a slow clap applause like they do in the movies.

Only Tanaka joined in with him. The rest of the team is not that lame

You, on the other hand, got so turned on by your boyfriend display of protection and jealousy that you muttered that class was over and you used your hand to turn Yams attention back to you. You got on the tips of your toes to pull him into another passionate kiss again.

You loved it.

Seeing this side of him stirred up a lot of emotions in you and you couldn’t help but ask your boyfriend if he wanted to skip school today. Your parents weren’t going to be home for 2 days and you had the house to yourself.

With half lidded eyes that only served to turn you on more Yamaguchi agreed.

I hope he knows that he was in for a really long and pleasurable day and night.....you were about to put those years of yoga training to good use, and your boyfriend couldn’t be luckier.

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Coming Home

(photo courtesy of IMDb)

Pairing: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader. Other Characters: Captain Jim Kirk, Sulu, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Nurse Chapel, Joanna McCoy and Jocelyn McCoy

Word Count: 6594

Warnings: A bit of angst as there usually is with exes, medical incident, topped off with fluff and a little implied smut.

Prompt: “Did you ever plan on telling me?”

Summary: Reader left Dr. McCoy and the Enterprise eight years ago for reasons unknown. Captain Kirk has decided to get her to come back, so he offers her a position in the ship’s Botany Department and Lab. How will her ex-boyfriend and CMO Dr. McCoy react to seeing her after all these years?

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"Jim, I just don't think it's a good idea," you told him, shaking your head. Captain James T Kirk was in your apartment, trying to convince you to rejoin him on the USS Enterprise.

"Why not? It's been, what, eight years now? Surely he's forgiven you by now," Kirk replied.

"Even if he has, which I doubt, I haven't forgiven me yet. We haven't even spoken since I left. No, I can't come back, Jim. You need things to run smoothly on that ship of yours. I would only upset the applecart," you affirmed.

"Please? You're the best botanist in Starfleet, and we really need you. Sulu can bring you up to speed on all of his latest findings with the plants we've catalogued in the past few years. Besides, there are others who would be happy to see you return to the ship," Kirk pressed.

You bit your bottom lip in concentration. Jim could tell you were close to cracking under his persuasive argument. You missed your 'girl talk' sessions with Uhura, even though monthly subspace messages have kept you in touch. They just haven't been the same as being together in person. If you came back, you might even start a lively discussion with Spock on Vulcan vs. Human philosophy.

If you went back, you know Jim would make your return as smooth as possible. He was right, that others would be happy to see you again. However, there was at least one crew member that you were fairly certain would not share in everyone's enthusiasm at seeing you back on the Enterprise.

Dr. Leonard. McCoy.

The two of you had been in a relationship for about four years prior to your departure. You shared the same quarters, during which time you were blissfully happy and in love. Leonard was the light of your life, and you saw him in every scenario in your future. Marriage, family, retirement from active duty, maybe eventually a house somewhere.

All of that came crashing down the night of his daughter's birthday party, when Joanna was turning 13. Two weeks after it happened and without explanation, you left Leonard and the Enterprise.

You had no intention of ever returning to the ship. You were content in your teaching position at Starfleet HQ and to stay at home, maintaining your garden. That is, until a blonde-haired, blue-eyed captain came knocking on your door, asking you to come back.

"So?" Kirk asked.

"I'll need to pack a few things, make some arrangements," you sighed.

"Ship leaves here in five days, will that be enough time?" Kirk inquired.

"I suppose it'll have to be, won't it. You're not exactly leaving me with much choice," you retorted. "Don't worry, Jim. I'll be there, ready to assist you however I can," you promised. I just don't know if I'm ready to face him again, not after all these years that have gone by, you thought to yourself.

As if he heard you, Jim nudged your arm. "Maybe this is just the opportunity you two need, you know, to clear the air. Much as you may not think so, the two of you belong together," Jim concluded softly.

"I have a feeling that one way or another, the situation between Len and me will soon be resolved," you replied.

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When you re-materialized on the transporter pad, you were surprised to see so many of your friends waiting to welcome you back. Sulu, Chekhov, Scotty, Uhura and even Spock had made the trip down to Transporter Room #3, along with the captain to await your return. The only one absent was Dr. McCoy, but you didn't expect him to show up. Not willingly anyway.

You stepped down from the transporter pad and were immediately engulfed in Uhura's embrace. She rambled on about when the first 'girl talk' night should be while you traded hugs with Sulu and Chekhov.

"Hello, Commander. It is agreeable to see you again," Spock greeted you.

"It's nice to see you, too, Spock," you smiled as you pulled him into a hug before he could stop you. "Mr. Scott, always a delight," you gushed.

"Aye, lassie, it's good to have ye home again," Scotty beamed.

"Thank you. It's good to be--" your greeting was interrupted by the transporter room doors sliding open. The moment of truth had finally arrived, where the next few words spoken would set the tone for the time to come.

"God in Heaven," McCoy whispered. His mouth suddenly went dry at seeing you again after eight years. He could see that the years had been kind to you, because to him, you were even more beautiful than before. His heart did a mini-flip in his chest, but almost immediately afterwards, his brain and his memory re-engaged.

McCoy coughed and cleared his throat in an effort to regain his composure. "Commander," he said gruffly, nodding his head sharply at you. "Jim, a word please?" he asked, then turned and left the transporter room without sparing you a second glance. Tears sprang to your eyes but did not fall.

"Excuse me, everyone," Kirk replied. As he passed by you, he caught your hand and squeezed lightly. "Don't worry, remember what I said about opportunities?" he asked and you nodded. "Don't waste 'em," he said with a wink.

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"How could you do this, Jim? How could you allow her back on board after what happened between us? The woman I love broke my heart when she left me--the ship!" McCoy thundered.

"Well, Bones, let's start with the fact that we need someone to head the Botany Department and Lab, and she's the best. Then we'll fill in the middle with how I don't think either one of us knows exactly what happened to make her leave. And we'll end with, oh, because it's my ship, I'm the captain and if I say we need her, then she re-joins the crew," Kirk concluded.

"Fine. If that will be all, Captain?" McCoy replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, Bones, that will be all," Kirk responded. McCoy turned to leave when Kirk briefly called him back. "For what it's worth, you could look at this as an opportunity to clear the air between you. At least you'd know, once and for all why she left, instead of always assuming it's your fault."

McCoy mumbled something under his breath as he walked out of the captain's Ready Room. Kirk shook his head at his CMO's antics when it came to you. He knew the two of you still loved each other, and firmly believed that you belonged together.

Kirk wished he knew what happened all those years ago to make you think your only choice was to leave your family and the man you loved. Something told him that whatever it was, it was bound to come out into the open. Hopefully when it did and the dust settled, everything would return to some semblance of normal.

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The first few weeks aboard ship were a bit awkward. You were trying to get used to a working schedule again, and on top of that, trying to avoid the CMO at every turn. It didn't help that you had mutual friends who didn't hesitate to offer their advice on how to resolve things. They all swore they only wanted what was best for you and the good doctor. However, only the two of you could decide what that looked like, and at least for now, that meant avoiding each other.

One day, you were in the lab, cataloguing plant samples gathered during an away mission to Taegus-3. You made sure your team was taking extra safety precautions when handling the samples. "Be careful around these plants, some may have thorns. We also don't know yet if they're poisonous, so for now, use the bio-suits and the thick rubber gloves."

You were walking through Station #2 where a member of your team was performing tests on one of the samples. The young ensign turned away from her station, while you made notes on your clipboard about the plant she was working with.

As you were asking her some questions about her work, you felt something snaking its way around your exposed forearm. By the time you realized what was happening, the plant had started to apply pressure to your now vine-wrapped arm. Sulu heard the commotion and rushed over with a knife, which he then used to cut the vine from your arm. The vine fell away, but left red burn marks in your arm wherever the vine had come into contact with the skin.

"You'd better head down to the MedBay and have someone take a look at that," Sulu advised.

You looked at Sulu like you'd rather have the vine back on your arm, squeezing the life out of it until it snapped off than deal with Dr. McCoy. Eventually you relented and left the lab to get yourself checked out in the MedBay. You only hoped that it was Dr. McCoy's day off, because you didn't think you could deal with him at the moment.

Unfortunately, luck was not to be on your side today. Nurse Chapel called for him as soon as she saw you walk in the door. She had you sit on the biobed and started to check your vital signs. While she was discussing them with Dr. McCoy, a wave of dizziness crashed over you. It was also getting harder to breathe, which was detected by the biobed and it started sending out alarms.

McCoy and Nurse Chapel came racing over to you. "Damn plant must give off some sort of toxin when it wraps around its victims. Hold on, sweetheart, stay with me. We'll get you taken care of, don't you worry," he soothed.

As comforting as his words were, you knew he was in 'doctor mode'. It came naturally to him to use soft terms like 'sweetheart' to put his patients at ease. You knew those words didn't hold any affection towards you anymore like they used to. Whatever feelings may have been implied towards you by his words were likely to be a thing of the past.

"Hold still now, we're going to give you something to counteract the toxin," McCoy explained. He attached a hypospray to your neck and pressed the button to release the medication. Almost immediately, your breathing became easier and the dizziness slowly dissipated. In the meantime, he took the opportunity to bandage the vein-like burns in your forearm.

Once your condition seemed to be stabilized, all you could think of was to get out of the MedBay and back to your quarters. You eased yourself down from the biobed and took a few tentative steps towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, where do you think you're going?" McCoy demanded.

"Back to my quarters, Dr. McCoy. I thank you and Nurse Chapel for your assistance, but I can take care of myself from here. I hereby relieve you of your obligation to monitor my health any further," you retorted.

"I really don't think that's a good idea, sweetheart," he replied. "You could have a relapse, or develop a complication, or--" he started.

"DON'T. You don't get to call me 'sweetheart', or 'darlin', or anything that would indicate you remotely have any feelings of affection for me anymore," you shot back. Tears began prickling at your eyes, threatening to fall. "Ever since I got here, you've been avoiding me. In the mess hall, the rec area, even the turbolift for goodness' sake," you explained.

"Me?!? As far as I see it, Commander, it's been mutual avoidance. This is as much interaction as I've had with you since the day I saw you in Transporter Room #3. So, don't pin all of this on me," he snapped.

"I'm pretty sure you're not happy that I'm here, so I figured I'd stay out of your way as much as possible. To that end, I'm leaving and going back to my quarters," you informed him calmly.

"Yeah, that's right, I almost forgot. Leaving, that is what you do best, isn't it?" McCoy sneered.

You stopped walking towards the door, overcome by a sob too painful to hold in anymore. After taking a deep breath, you turned your tear-stained face to Dr. McCoy. "I suppose you're right. I've had that coming to me for the last eight years, haven't I?" you asked tearfully. You turned back towards the doors then left the MedBay and headed straight for your quarters.

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After you left, McCoy stood there, with his hands on his hips and shaking his head. He wondered how the situation with you ever got to this point. He remembered how much in love the two of you were, sharing quarters, intertwining lives. For him, you were his whole world, the one he saw his future unfolding with. You loved him despite his flaws and the fact that he constantly thought that he didn't deserve you.

Your mutual friends were rooting for you both, and Joanna loved you as well. The two of you got along well, no hint of jealousy from her when it came to spending time with her father. He remembered how flattered you were when Joanna had once asked for your advice on something.

Jocelyn didn't seem to like you, but then again, she didn't love much of anything to do with him, except Joanna. On more than a few occasions, he'd heard Jocelyn throw snide remarks your way. But as was your nature, you took the high road, and Leonard felt you had handled his ex-wife with grace.

Then came Joanna's birthday party. He'd seen you and Jocelyn talking about something, then when you left her, you looked a little shaken up. McCoy didn't think much of it at the time, but you seemed a little distracted after the encounter. He tried to get you to talk to him about it, however, you assured him that you were tired and just needed some rest to feel better.

Two weeks after the party, without any prior discussion, you had left the Enterprise for a teaching position. Just like that, you were gone from his life, but not remotely gone from his heart. He'd met other women over the past eight years, but none of them could ever hold a candle to you. And deep down, Leonard McCoy knew that no one else ever would.

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Back in your quarters, you went straight for the bathroom to splash water on your face as a way to calm down. How dare he! you thought. You had stayed away from him because you thought that's what he wanted. After all it was you who left him. Even though in your mind you knew it was for a good reason, there were still at least two broken hearts at the end of it.

You suddenly remembered what day it was, so you finished drying off your face with a towel. Today was Joanna McCoy's birthday, and she was turning 21, an important milestone. You hoped she was available to take your call, but if not, you would leave a birthday message for her.

Despite no longer being together with her father, you still kept in touch with Joanna over the years. She was a ray of sunshine in Leonard's life, and in yours as well. The last you had heard, she was participating in Starfleet's medical program, thus following in her father's footsteps.

You opened up the comms to send your message request to Joanna. A minute or so later, your video screen lit up with her smiling face and frantic waving at the camera. "Happy Birthday, Joanna!" you grinned.

"Thank you! It's so good to hear from you," she exclaimed.

"I sure wish I could give you a hug for your birthday, sweetie. How's school going for you?" you asked.

She launched into a few tales from her classes, with you nodding and smiling. One of her stories had you busting out in laughter so hard that tears were coming out of your eyes. For the most part, she had achieved the right balance between school and having fun, not an easy task.

"Hey, so Uncle Jim told me you're back on the Enterprise, is that right?" Joanna asked.

"Yes, that's right. Your uncle visited me about six weeks ago and asked me to run the Botany Department and Lab. I wasn't sure about coming back, but he eventually wore me down," you gave a small smile.

"Has he....has Dad seen you? Have you talked to him?" she asked carefully.

You nodded. "I had to go to the MedBay today, due to an unfortunate encounter with a plant from Taegus-3. It wrapped around my arm and wouldn't let go. I had to get a hypo for an allergic reaction, and bandages for my arm. Your dad patched me up just right," you explained.

"Good. Um....I have to ask you something. Do you remember my 13th birthday party?" she inquired.

"Joanna....," you warned.

"Do you remember it?" she tried again. You nodded and she continued. "I know something happened there, because two weeks later, you and Dad weren't together anymore. Why? You two were so happy together, and then you left. What happened?" Joanna demanded.

"Something I can't talk about, Jo, but my leaving was for the best. The best for you and the best for your dad," you replied.

"Best?!? How could it be best for you and Dad to be without each other for this long? Didn't you love him anymore? Was it my mom? Did she say something to you at that party?" Joanna persisted.

At her question, you looked away, and you knew you'd only fueled her curiosity. "Of course I still love him. I told you Joanna, I can't talk about it. Please don't push me on this. Listen, sweetie, I have to go now, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Take care, honey," you said.

"But---" was the last you'd heard of her voice before you terminated the connection. In the reflection of the view screen, you could see tears sliding down your face. You decided that you needed a drink, so you left your quarters and headed for the recreation area.

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"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" Captain Kirk said as he saw you sitting at the bar.

You groaned at his presence, only wanting to be left alone. "Oh, god, Jim. What are YOU doing here?" you retorted.

"I heard you got hurt and went to MedBay today. Then I went by your quarters to check on you, only to find out you're not there. Figured I'd get a drink, and here you are," he replied.

"Jim, don't take this pershonally," you slurred. "But I want to be left alone. M'kay? Been a rotten day and I'm jusht done," you remarked as you drained your glass and signaled for a refill.

"What happened today?" he persisted.

"You think that just because you have that perfect hair and those bright blue eyes that I'm just gonna spill my guts?" you asked. A smirk crossed his face as he waited expectantly. "Fine. I'll tell you, you insufferable man. I called Joanna McCoy today, since it's her 21st birthday," you started.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll have to call her later," Kirk interjected.

"Anyway, the topic of conversation got around to her 13th birthday party. She asked me why her dad and I aren't together anymore," you explained, tears threatening again.

"What did you tell her?" Kirk asked.

"I told her the same thing I'm going to tell you. I can't talk about it, but I did what I thought was best for her and for Leonard," you replied. "Now, drop it, Jim," you warned.

"Sorry, no can do. Bones and I both saw Jocelyn talking to you at the party, then the rest of the night you seemed a little upset. Don't get me wrong, you put on a brave face. You fooled most everyone, but Leonard and I knew that something wasn't right. Look, it's been eight years. Don't you think it's time to spill the beans?" Kirk wondered.

"Jim, no good can come from this. Best just to let sleeping dogs lie," you said as you tried again to shut him down.

"Please, let me in. I can see how much this is hurting you, and I think Len finally deserves to know the truth. Don't you think so?" Kirk pleaded.

A few tears had slipped down your face, and you nodded, your resolve having broken at last. "It started when I was in the kitchen putting candles on Joanna's cake. I thought I would do that to make myself useful, help Jocelyn so it was one less thing she had to worry about. Wrong move, because she read me the riot act about how it's her job to do that and I should just back off," you said.

"Ungrateful b....please go on," he prompted.

"I apologized, but she refused to accept it. Instead, she gave me an ultimatum. I had to stop seeing Leonard or she would refuse to let him see Joanna. At first, I couldn't believe she was serious, but one look in her eyes and I knew she was. That's why I was so distant the rest of the night. I tried to put Leonard off by saying I was just tired, but I don't think he was convinced," you remarked.

"Why didn't you tell Len? Or me? We would've found a way to fight this," Kirk insisted.

"I know you would have, and I love you both for it. She said if I told anyone, her next stop was the courthouse. Don't you see? She held all the cards, and I had nothing," you explained.

"You didn't have 'nothing', you had Len and me," Kirk replied.

"Think about it. If I fought her, then she took Len to court and he lost, it's my fault. If I refused to stop seeing Leonard, she would not let him see his daughter. My fault again. Either way, Jim, Leonard and Joanna lose. I couldn't bear for that to happen, so I left. As much as I loved him, and still do, his relationship with his daughter is and always will be more important," you finished. Tears were now streaming unchecked down your face.

"Whoa. I knew she was a piece of work, but I didn't know exactly how much. Bones would be livid if he found out that Jocelyn is the reason you're not together," Kirk replied.

"And that's exactly why I didn't want to tell you. Jim, please, I'm begging you. Let this go," you implored as you slid off your barstool. Jim turned to you and pulled you into his comforting embrace. "I'm going to go sleep this off, okay? I'll be taking a sick day tomorrow," you added. "Goodnight, Jim."

"Goodnight," he called after you then returned his attention to his drink.

"Poor kid. Hate to see a pretty girl cry. So, knowing you, I'd bet that you have no intention of letting this go, do you, Captain?" Tony, the bartender, asked.

"Nope," he replied, downing the rest of his drink. "I gotta find a way to make this right if it's the last thing I do. Thanks, Tony," he said before leaving to go to his quarters. Once there, he opened a comms channel to send a message to his niece. The video screen popped up with Joanna's picture.

"Uncle Jim!! So great to see you," she gushed.

"Happy Birthday, honey. Listen, I know about a conversation you had earlier, that involved a certain someone and your dad," Kirk remarked. "I finally got her to tell me what happened at your birthday party."

"She told me she couldn't tell me, but she could tell you?" Joanna asked angrily.

"Hold on there, sweetie. In her defense, she'd had a lot to drink by the time I caught up with her," Kirk explained.

"Oh. Well, I asked Mom about it, but she wouldn't tell me either. Please tell me what happened, I want to know," Joanna begged.

"Sure thing, kiddo. Then we're going to brainstorm on how to get the two of them back together," Kirk winked.

"Ooh yay! So, tell me," she persisted.

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Dr. McCoy trudged into his quarters and sat down on the couch. He grabbed a communication tablet and sent a signal to his daughter, to wish her a happy birthday. Unfortunately, Jocelyn picked up the tablet and answered.

"Joanna's busy right now, Leonard. Call her back later," Jocelyn replied curtly as she moved to disconnect the call.

"Wait, Jocelyn! Will you please let her know that I called to wish her a happy birthday?" McCoy asked.

"Your girlfriend already called earlier and spoke to Joanna. I just assumed you were in the room at the time," Jocelyn remarked.

"What girlfriend? I don't know what you're talking about," McCoy replied. He was starting to get an uneasy feeling the more he talked to his ex-wife.

Jocelyn made a tsking sound of disgust. "The same one that was here on Joanna's 13th--" she broke off and a smug smile crossed her face. "Never mind. I guess she took my advice then."

McCoy's face drained of color. "And just what advice was that? It's been eight years, Jocelyn, you'll have to refresh my memory," he retorted.

"What difference does it make? She must not have been as devoted to you as you were to her. She left you, therefore, you got to keep seeing your daughter," Jocelyn shot back.

The pieces started to come together in McCoy's mind, and it was showing him a pretty ugly picture. "You threatened her. Didn't you?" he seethed. "Why, Jocelyn? What has she ever done to you?" he demanded.

"Joanna called her 'Mom', that's what!" Jocelyn exclaimed. "When Joanna came home from that week-long vacation with the two of you, she was telling me about how much fun she'd had. She slipped and referred to your girlfriend as 'Mom'. I am her mother! I will not be replaced by some flavor-of-the-month!" she shrieked.

"ENOUGH, MOM!" Joanna's voice came through clearly. "Hi, Dad," she greeted McCoy.

"Hiya, pumpkin," he drawled. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart," he replied softly. "Did you know about this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Dad, nobody knew anything about it until she told Uncle Jim tonight. And he said that it was only after a lot of alcohol that she would even tell him. She's kept this horrible secret for all this time, because she wanted you to be happy and able to keep visiting me. She still loves you, Dad, I know she does. Please tell me you still love her," Joanna pleaded.

McCoy turned his face away from the view screen, but not before his daughter caught a glimpse of his watery eyes. "I never stopped loving her, Jo. Not even when she left. I was angry and hurt, but....yes, I still love her," he declared, his voice thick with emotion.

"Then you know what you have to do, Daddy. Go tell her," Joanna whispered the last part. "Consider it my birthday present," she grinned mischievously. "I love you."

"You got it, sweetheart. I'll let you know how it goes. Later, though," McCoy promised with a grin of his own. "I love you," he told her before the call disconnected.

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The view screen clicked off, while McCoy digested all of the information he'd just been given. All these years, he mused. The two of you could've been happy together, maybe even engaged or married. Instead, his ex-wife and her jealousy got in the way of that with her threats of denying him visitation rights.

He'd been so wrapped up in his own emotions since you've been back, that he hadn't stopped to consider how you may be feeling. He had been convinced that the reason you left was because you didn't love him anymore. Now he knew that the exact opposite was true. You loved him so much that you sacrificed your own happiness with him so he could continue to see his daughter.

Leonard knew that he had to make things right between you. It couldn't have been easy to come back to work on the Enterprise, knowing at any moment you could run into each other. But, you pushed those feelings and worries aside to help Jim by running the Botany Department and Lab.

He had to admit, it's been awkward since you've been back. He didn't expect the old feelings of love to come rushing back at the first sight of you that day in Transporter Room #3. As much as your leaving had hurt him and the radio silence throughout the years, he still loved you. And now, he grinned to himself, it was time to do something about it.

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You left the rec area and had gone back to your quarters for the night. When you got back, you changed out of your uniform and put on your pink plaid pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt. You made sure it was short-sleeved because of the bandages on your arm from the Strangling Vine Incident earlier in the day. After grabbing a glass of water and two pain meds, you settled into place on the couch. "Computer, illumination at 30% please," you requested.

What a day. First you were attacked by an alien vine, forcing you to get checked out in the MedBay by your ex-boyfriend and CMO. Later, you couldn't even find peace in the rec area. The CMO's best friend and captain of the ship kept hounding you about something that took place eight years ago. You'd told him to drop it, but he refused until you spilled that horrible secret.

Now Jim knows, but knowing about it didn't change anything. No matter how much you still loved him, Leonard surely didn't love you anymore. He'd made that quite clear today with his parting remark as you left the MedBay. You continued to sip at your water, each tilt of the glass with a shakier hand than before.

Off in the distance you heard your door chime, indicating someone at your door. "Come in," you called. You were shocked to see Dr. McCoy walk in. "Excuse me for asking, Doctor, but what the hell are you doing here?" you demanded, arms crossed over your chest.

His eyes locked with yours and you almost gave in to the softness you thought you saw, but you stood your ground. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm here to check your bandages. You left the MedBay so quickly, I wanted to make sure that the wound was still covered," he explained.

You rolled your eyes. "Really, Doctor? Is that the best excuse you could come up with? You didn't even bring your medkit, and I really don't have time for this. Goodnight, Dr. McCoy," you retorted.

"Now wait just a minute. As Chief Medical Officer, I am responsible for the health and safety of all crew members. I can see right now that you look a little flushed, which could mean a fever and possibly an infection. Just a quick exam. It'll be painless, I promise," he pleaded, his hands raised.

You arched an eyebrow in skepticism but finally relented. "Fine. A quick exam, then I'm going to bed and you can see yourself out," you muttered.

He stood in front of you, first looking at the bandaged arm, then sliding his hands up your arms to rest on your shoulders. He peered into your eyes and could see how bloodshot they were, probably from the tears you'd been shedding lately. He checked the lymph nodes on your neck to see if they were swollen, but they were fine.

He patted down his uniform, checking his pockets. "Hmm. I don't have a tricorder with me, so I'll have to check your temp the old fashioned way," he remarked. Before you could utter a word, his lips meshed with your forehead.

The second his soft lips touched your skin, something inside you fluttered. You closed your eyes and gave a sigh of contentment before you could stop yourself. "Doctor....," you whispered.

"Shh. Still checkin' your temp, darlin'. And it's Leonard, by the way. You used to call me that, remember?" he murmured against your skin.

Your eyes flew open and you stepped back. "Wait a minute. Why are you really here?" you asked.

"I already told you, to check your bandages. Besides, I want to apologize for what happened earlier in the MedBay, as you were walking out. I shouldn't have said that," McCoy started.

You backed further away from him as the realization sunk in. "Oh no, no, no, you've been talking to Jim, haven't you?" you replied. "I told him to drop it, that no good can come from dredging up something that happened eight years ago. Dammit, does that man ever listen?" you ranted, pacing the floor.

"Hold on there for a minute, sweetheart. I didn't talk to Jim, I called Joanna to wish her a happy birthday. Jocelyn picked up because Joanna was busy. Jocelyn was the one who admitted what happened, not Jim," McCoy explained.

"Leonard, I'm so sorry about what happened all those years ago. I truly thought I was doing the right thing by leaving. But all I've done is cause tremendous heartache for the people I love," you admitted, breaking down into tears yet again.

McCoy walked over and put his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. His hand came up and stroked the back of your head. "Shh, it’s okay, darlin'. I just wish I had known about it then. You never should've had to shoulder that burden all by yourself. Did you ever plan on telling me?" he asked.

You leaned back just far enough to lock eyes with him. "I couldn't, Len. Jocelyn said if I did, she would take you to court and fix it so you couldn't see Joanna at all. I know that custody hearings can go either way, and there's no way I could take the chance that you might lose. So I thought my only option was to step aside. I'd rather have you hate me but keep visitation rights for your daughter, than to love me and not have her," you said as you broke down again.

"Oh, Sugar, I could never hate you," he replied softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. "When I found out that you left, I was so angry and hurt. Mostly because you'd made a decision alone that affected both of us. But when you came back and I saw you on that transporter pad all those weeks ago, I thought I had a second chance. Probably screwed that up too, though, haven't I?" he chuckled and so did you.

"Nah. You haven't done anything of the sort. I have missed you so much. After enough time had gone by, I thought about reaching out to you. Then I figured that too much time had gone by and you'd be with someone else. Which would've been fine, as long as you were happy, that's all that would matter to me," you remarked.

"Well, I haven't exactly been living like a monk, you know. I've met other women over the years, but none of them compared to you and no one ever will, either. Which is good, because I don't want any pale imitations or substitutions. I only want the real thing," he admitted just before crashing his lips into yours.

You felt the depth of his emotion poured into that first kiss and returned it with equal fervor. The apologies, the regrets, the longing for each other you still had after all these years. And the love you'd been keeping hidden from each other but never fully let show until now.

"Oh, my love," you whispered. "I've missed you so much, Leonard," you replied hoarsely.

"I've missed you too. I love you so much, Sugar. Can we please agree to not ever be separated like that again? I don't think my heart can take another minute without you," he remarked.

"Mine either. No more separations like that, because with you is where I belong. I love you, Len," you declared. You ran your hands up his arms and cradled his neck between them. Your fingers slid through his jet-black hair, smirking as you teased the short hairs at the base of his collar.

"Oh, there's my naughty girl, I wondered where she'd gone," McCoy growled playfully as he tightened his embrace.

"She's been right here, all along. Just waiting for the right time to come home," you replied softly, then tugged him closer for another kiss.

This kiss was different than before. This one was slow, sensuous and held the promise of a new beginning. As your mouths moved against each other, there was just enough of an opening between you for Leonard's tongue to slip through. He took full advantage of the opportunity, and when your tongues met, a moan of pleasure escaped from you.

Leonard's hands roamed up and down your back as he nudged his way to your neck. "Darlin', you're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. He left a few open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone, nipping as he went and ultimately leaving his mark on you for all to see.

Layers of clothing were shed one by one. Little by little, Leonard nudged you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You climbed up onto the mattress, crawling until you reached the middle where he soon joined you and leaned down to kiss you.

His hands and mouth took their time in worshiping every inch of your exposed skin, as if re-committing it to memory. Your mouth and hands were doing the same, reacquainting yourself with every muscle, every detail of his exquisite bare body.

The silence of your room was punctuated with breathy words of affection and moans of ecstasy from the two of you. Layers of passion were built higher and higher as you both chased your release. Finally, you both tumbled over the edge, one after the other, each whispering declarations of love.

Later, after you both got cleaned up, Leonard came back to bed and settled under the covers with you. He wrapped his arm around you so that your head rested on his chest. You could hear his steady heartbeat, which brought out a sigh of contentment from you.

"Len?" you whispered. He hummed in response, drawing random patterns on your shoulder. "Is this okay? I mean, what just happened, I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I'd like us to try again. I-If that's what you want," you hastily added.

He shifted so that he was propped up on his side, looking down at you. His hand cupped your face, while his thumb caressed your cheek. "Sweetheart, I've wanted that ever since you set foot back on this ship. I may be a little late in sayin' so, but I never stopped lovin' you. If you'll have me, I would love to try being us again," he replied softly.

"I would love that very much," you answered. "I love you, Leonard."

"I love you too, darlin'. Welcome home," he whispered, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss.

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