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allywritesanimeforfun · 2 years

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{Eavesdropping on My Perfect Setter Who Has Pent Up Emotions; part 1} Daichi x Suga

Summary: takes place during s1e11 where Suga tells Ukai that he’s okay not being the official setter. Daichi and Asahi follow him, which leads to emotional confessions and promises made to be together forever.

Pairings: Daichi x Suga; best friend Asai

Word Count: 2340

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

a/n: read on my ao3!!

part two: here!

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It was getting late. The Karasuno team meeting had ended around twenty minutes ago. The boys were instructed to go back to the sleeping room and get showered to be refreshed for dinner. The lights were still on but the curtains were drawn back, the city lights flooded into the room. The two hues mixing together gave the room a warm, home-like feeling. Volleyball: their home away from home.

Everyone but the third years had changed into their night wear. They stayed behind to do some strategizing with Coach Ukai, which led to dead ends and decisions left to be made before the morning. They all knew what put them into the slump: what were they going to do with Sugawara?

Daichi knew the first day he saw Kageyama that he would be their setter. He tried to de-rationalize it though, tried saying that the first year wasn't a team player. But of course, who was it that taught him to be one? Sugawara. Hinata taught Kageyama how to play with him, but Suga taught him how to play with the entire team.

Maybe making this decision wouldn't be so hard if Suga wasn't such a good Vice-captain… teammate…. everything.

Everyone knew that Kageyama secured his spot. It was clear by the way he played and his endless effort to be the best he could for the team that he would become their control tower. At first, it was hard to imagine—a first year replacing a third year. But, the more practice they both got in, the more natural it seemed. Kageyama was doing a lot better than anyone had expected, which was what made the trade so hard to believe.

No one wanted to say it out loud—like somehow being honest with one of the most honest of them would break him.

Daichi watched as Suga threw his phone on his pillow and stared at the doors. Suga was thinking. It wasn't the “trying to figure something out” thinking, it was just him thinking. Daichi knew that look all too well this year.

Suga stopped in front of Daichi and Asahi. “I’m going to go for a cool down run,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Asahi stared at the doors, waiting for Daichi to say something. He looked back and saw Daichi leisurely crossing his arms at his waist, tapping at his bone. He was thinking too.

“He’s not going for a run,” Asahi pointed out.

Daichi shook his head, uncrossing his arms. “Definitely not. He already took Hinata on a run this afternoon, and he wouldn't leave the team like this so close to dinner.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“If he’s doing what I think he’s doing, we’re gonna follow him.”

“You think he’s running away?”

“The opposite.” Daichi sighed and opened the door. “He’s running face first into reality.”

—

They had almost missed the moment it happened. They went to the Coach’s room first, seeing that was where Ukai should have been, where Suga would go first. Neither of them were there so they swung back to the room to see if Suga happened to go on a “shorter run”. Still not there. They decided to wander the halls.

“Maybe he actually went on a run,” Asahi suggested.

“Asahi, when have you ever seen him go on a run alone this late at night?” Daichi asked. “He’s smart enough not to go out in the city alone—it's the whole reason why he went after Hinata earlier when he got split off.”

“Maybe he’s doing a couple laps around the—”

“—we don't get a next season.” Suga’s voice stopped them from turning the corner. They both instantaneously threw themselves against the wall and got as close to the corner as they could without being seen.

Daichi held a finger to his lip as he peeked over the corner. Suga was alone with Ukai.

At first, Daichi wanted to be mad. How dare Suga do this without him there. He’s been right with him for all three years and he should be there with him right now.

He didn't even talk this through with me! Every single time I tried to reach out, he blew me off or changed the subject. I can still do something! I have to do something!

He took a step forward to go interrupt, shut the whole thing down before it could start, but a firm hand on his shoulder held him back, swinging him away from the wall.

“If that was Kageyama, would you still go over there?” Asahi whispered, standing in front of him.

Asahi really got him there. Suga was Daichi’s weak point, the only person Daichi had trouble separating his feelings and his responsibility as captain. Suga was the only one who could blur the lines together. Daichi stayed put and closed his eyes as he listened.

“—that’s why I want us to win as many games as we can!”

Of course he has to be right. Of course he does what’s best for his team. Of course he would set himself aside for the team to shine.

It was in this moment that Daichi realized Suga was more of a leader than he could ever be. He avoided making this call for so long, weeks now. As Captain, he should’ve been preparing Suga to take the step down and help him figure out his new role. Instead, he put all of his effort into showing Suga how he could keep his spot and how the team needed him on the court. He tried giving Suga hope he knew wasn't there. He should’ve stayed after practice longer and taught him what to look for in the other players. But then it clicked.

“—so we get more chances to play! If Kageyama…”

The hope he tried giving Suga wasn't for him. Daichi bit his lip, he realized that all of this time he spent trying to get Suga his starting spot was all for himself. Hearing Suga speak so calmly, so beautifully about this year—this team—it came crashing down on him. He was trying to give himself hope. He now recognizes that Suga had already accepted this was happening long ago, possibly before they played the practice match. Suga spent all this time with Kageyama because he knew that it would come down to this.

Suga may not be the team captain, but he’s Daichi’s captain—the one who knows better than Daichi when Daichi doesn’t know better.

Good job, Koushi. Go for it. Do what’s best.

“—you shouldn’t hesitate to put him in.”

Daichi relaxed his shoulders and tilted his head against the wall. Those were the words he did his damndest not to say, and Suga said them so smoothly, so effortlessly. Daichi looked over Asahi’s shoulder and the corner. He looks so relaxed. He’s the bravest person I’ve ever met. I’m so lucky.

Asahi lowered his hand and knocked it into Daichi’s—his way of telling Daichi to stop looking like he’s about to punch Kageyama. Daichi then understood why Suga chose to go through this alone. Suga has clearly thought a lot about this—more than Daichi has. He was ready for this while Daichi was trying to find ways around it.

Suga continued his speech. Daichi could hear he’s changed over and over again to make sure he said exactly what he wanted to and didn't waste anyone’s time.

Completely selfless.

As he spoke about the other two, Daichi and Asahi found themselves trying not to tear up. Suga was their rock that kept them together through the bad, the worst, and the summit.

“I couldn’t have said anything better myself,” Asahi whispered.

“Only Suga could take my breath away like that,” Daichi replied.

I’m so proud of him. I’m so proud of him. I’m so proud of him. I’m so proud of him.

I am so damn proud of him.

“Even if I don't get to be the official setter, I’ll never give up on volleyball!”

Daichi quickly moved his hand to bite down on his knuckle, holding back the sob that he’s been keeping in since he first heard Suga speak. “He kept his promise,” he whispered, barely loud enough for Asahi to hear.

“Dude, don't cry,” Asahi begged. “I’ll start crying and then Suga will cry and then we’ll all be crying and we can't start our year out like this.”

“I know that!” Daichi whispered back.

“I just wanna be the best part of the team that I can.”

“I am so in love with him,” Daichi slipped out. Asahi chuckled. “Sorry…” but he shouldn’t be sorry. It lightened the mood and no one felt like crying anymore, besides, Asahi was used to his random love confessions. “Just how could I not be when he says things like this?”

“I think he gets a part of it from you,” Asahi replied.

Daichi smirked and shook his head. “It’s the other way around, he makes me stronger so that I can make the team stronger.”

Asahi kept his eye on the corner, waiting to scramble away before Suga came back over. Daichi looked at the ground. It was a very nice ground, he noticed. There were squares and dust and lines. His attention was drawn back when he noticed Suga’s shadow shift in the corner of his eye. He could hear Suga talking in the background, but he started to zone in on certain phrases—the ones where Suga said he didn't want to play if the team would be better off Kageyama.

It will be okay, Daichi reminded himself. He already said that he’s going to jump at every opportunity he can to be on the court. It’s gonna be okay. He’ll set for you and together you’ll win. You have to be strong for him.

A hand tugged at his elbow. Asahi was starting to step away, but it was too late.

“Oh! Um…hey guys…” Daichi looked up to see Suga scratching the back of his neck, looking at the same tile that he was before. They all stayed quiet. Daichi bit his lip, thinking of something to say, but what could you say when you just got caught spying on your boyfriend with your best friend? Suga broke the silence. “So uh, how long you’ve been there?”

“Well you see—” Asahi started but Daichi held up his hand.

“Long enough,” Daichi answered. “A minute or two.”

Suga was still looking at the ground. He had to admit, it was a very nice floor. It had squares and dust and lines—perfect for looking at when you don't want to say anything.

“We weren’t trying to stalk you!” Asahi blurted out, placing a hand on Suga’s back. “We were just…passing by?”

Daichi and Suga chuckled at the same time. “Definitely passing by,” Daichi added.

“I said a lot in that minute or two, didn't I?”

“You did,” Daichi replied, placing his hand on the middle of his back and massaging the length of his spine. He leaned in, his lips pressing against the tip of his ear as he spoke. “You said a lot of amazing, heartwarming, and very Suga-like things. I don’t think anyone could have said anything better than you did. You’re my Vice, Suga. You make me proud to be your captain.”

Suga looked up, locking eyes with Daichi. “I do?”

Daichi nodded, his hand moving in a small circle around his shoulder. Asahi took his hand off, gaining Suga’s attention. “You’re my setter, Suga. You make me proud to be your Ace.”

Suga looked up, standing to full height. “I—” His gaze naturally met Daichi’s. He tilted his head when he saw that Daichi had the start of tears in the corner of his eyes. “Daichi?”

He blinked, the tears that threatened to fall disappeared. “I’m good, Sug.” He spoke softly, pressing his lips to Suga’s forehead and wrapping his arm around his waist. His hand on Suga’s neck lifted so that he could rub his cheek with his thumb instead.

Suga leaned into his touch, resting his head on Daichi’s shoulder. “You’re not crying because of me right?”

“I’m not crying.” It was barely the truth. Daichi was crying on the inside, the tears that should be streaming down his face resided inside him instead. His built up emotions work as one to break down his walls. He would be crying right now if he wasn't so focused on being strong for Suga. But he didn't need to be strong, Suga made it clear that he was strong enough for the both of them.

Suga swatting the back of his head took him by surprise. “Then stop acting all sappy!” He welcomed the sensation of Suga’s fingertip grazing his cheek as he continued. “Don't you dare cry over me! I’m good. I’m not leaving. We’re on the same team, okay? I’m right here with you. I’m not going to be on the court as much this year—” Daichi felt his heart shatter. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done. You said it yourself right? I’m your Vice. So don't cry because you think I’m being left behind, because I love this team as much as it loves me.” Suga took his hand off of his cheek, pointing it at Asahi. “And you! You better not be crying either because I’ll kick your ass!”

Daichi chuckled into ash colored hair. “You know just as well as I do that he kicks the hardest ass, Asahi.”

“I’m not crying!” Asahi said through a bitten lip that totslly wasn’t keeping the tears from falling.

“Sure you aren't!” Suga teased, opening his arms and inviting him in for a group hug.

Asahi was quick to accept, his arms encircling both of his best friends. It was always the three of them from the start. Just because there’s been a change in plans doesn’t mean they magically lost their bond. They started to laugh at themselves when Suga squeezed them both as best he could.

“We’re going to have an amazing year,” Daichi declared.

#daisuga #daisuga fic #daichi x suga #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #haikyuu

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ao3feed-sambucky · 3 months

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with the help of Thy grace

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CGfDXNF by Anonymous On Ash Wednesday several weeks ago, Bucky confessed to having a long-standing priest kink. Now it's his birthday, and Sam is determined to help him fulfill the fantasy. Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Priest Kink, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Sam Wilson, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oil, Improper Use of Catholic Rituals, Catholic Prayers, Face Slapping, Birthday Sex, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CGfDXNF

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

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ao3feed-tedlasso · 9 months

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"do something babe say something."

https://ift.tt/9ztBlks by Rockslove Colin finally gets the love he deserves exactly from where he wants it from. Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of the story of Isaac and Colin Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Moe Bumbercatch, Ted Lasso, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, Simi (Ted Lasso), Richard Montlaur Relationships: Colin Hughes/Isaac McAdoo Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Isaac was just having a bisexual crisis, realizing your in love with your best friend, use of taylor swift, Love Confessions, colin cries alot, sam and simi are my ship, Friends to Lovers, first part has to be read to make sense really but first part can be read as standalone, Miscommunication, OOC source https://archiveofourown.org/works/49605925 August 25, 2023 at 09:20AM

#Ted Lasso (TV)#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 10 months

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stopped short in your chest

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i5XHyof by susiecarter Six times Bruce apologized to people who didn't need him to apologize—plus the time Clark apologized to him when he didn't need it, either. (Written for Bruce Wayne Week 2023.) Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Bruce Wayne Week Fandoms: DC Extended Universe, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Martha Kent, DCEU Justice League Ensemble, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: 5 Times, Post-Canon, Apologies, Meeting the Parents, Major Character Injury, Hobbies, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kidnapping, Multiverse, Confessions, Kissing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i5XHyof

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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readingforsanity · 1 year

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Gauntlet: The Phoenix Cycle Book 1 | John G. Doyle | Published 2019 | *SPOILERS*

Time travel, the power sought after and craved by everyone and held by none.

Until now.

Not only is time travel very real to Jericho, he’s used it in the usual ways one would expect - getting rick, predicting world-changing events, and more importantly, traveling to whenever he chooses just for kicks.

But just when he thinks his secret is safe, he discovers two other time travelers. One politely wants him to stop while he’s ahead.

The other wants to end time as we know it and bring the planet to the brink of destruction.

So, no pressure.

This self-published story follows Jericho Johnson through his various travels. Johnson is a 22-year-old college history professor. Yes, you read that right. In the story, we learn that he graduated high school at 12, and began attending college by 15, earning his masters by the age of 22 and thus becoming a young college professor.

He resides in “present-day” Chicago. But, he has time-travelled to the past and future with the help of what he calls a gauntlet, a special glove that allows him to travel. He found it in Flagstaff, Arizona. In his travels, he also meets a Norse warrior named Piper, whom he grows close to after spending 3 months with them in their land of Svalbard. He also meets Chloe, who also has her own gauntlet and confesses she is from the year 2340, and that the gloves had been invented by her father.

Together, the three of them are attempting to run from a future tyrannt named Verde von Klaus, who is after the gauntlets. Jericho finds out that he is the only one who can save the world as we know it by killing Klaus, and his death is foreshadowed several times within the second half of the story.

We get to the end of the novel, and a Dr. Cross, who has been listening to the recordings Jericho left on his gauntlet to tell his story, and attempting to save his life. His body had been ravaged by the explosion that ultimately did kill Klaus, but we don’t know anything about the battle. Cross is attempting to save his life in order for Jericho to take part in what is called the Phoenix Cycle, and the story ends.

While I am happy to have purchased not only the first book in the series, but the next two, I will admit that I am struggling to get through them. I follow this series’ author on Tik Tok, as he quickly shot to fame for his page, @turnaroundalan. He’’s funny, witty and generally entertaining to watch.

However, it is painfully obvious that he is a new author. He writes his story the same way he talks in real life. While this can be appealing in some instances, it just doesn’t fit, at least for me, the type of stories I like to read. Yes, the character is a bit eccentric, but I felt like it was a middle-schooler/high-schooler talking. I guess this could be put off to the fact that the character is young, but still, he seems to want to be a serious author and this just isn’t the way.

The story itself COULD be interesting. The premise behind it is quite entertaining, but like I said, it has a bit of mindless chatter throughout the book and though Jericho is a supposed history buff, he almost constantly says Vikings as if they were a people, not a job. He’s a bit sexist and racist, though I don’t see this quite as much as someone else mentioned, so I’m not being sensitive to this.

I gave it 2 stars on GoodReads and Bookmory (which I am now using), and this was being generous. I will finish the series to see it through, but I’m hoping to get through those quickly because I feel like I could be using my time with my reading much better.

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miraculousladybug-confessions · 5 years

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“I firmly believe Alec Cataldi is Manon’s father until proven otherwise.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #alec cataldi #manon chamack #confession 2340

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shanscript · 4 years

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who: iwaizumi x v!reader

what: adult characters, body worship, sweat kink, creative vaginal oral on the stairs, iwa’s bicep magic, bathroom mirror sex, love, reader called a goddess

wc: 2340

cross posted to the ao3

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so self indulgent! but also vibed w this while writing 💕

“Shower?” you forced out between labored breaths. You just got home after your usual run with your boyfriend, and today’s was excruciatingly long and hot. Your typically stylish athletic wear was now well and fully soaked. You wiped your brow and slumped forward to stretch your legs, cocking one eyebrow over your shoulder at Iwaizumi.

“Mmm, not yet,” he decided. You caught your boyfriend staring at your juicy ass, with nothing less than hungry desire. You recently discovered his obsession with the flushed and sticky state of your post-workout body. His confession was what made you agree to working out with him in the first place, let alone in public.

“Iwaaaa,” you whined innocently, “don’t look at me like that.”

He approached your plump backside, taking your ass in both hands with a possessive squeeze. He leaned over you, foreshadowed erection poking between your thighs. The weight of his solid torso pressed against your back, bending you further forward. Your calves burned, but not quite as hot as the flush filling your face. “Like what?” Iwa murmured directly into your ear. He nuzzled your drenched and tangled hair, sucking your scent through his nostrils.

You shivered, trying to hide your anticipation with a nervous laugh. You reached one hand up to pet his chiseled jaw while attempting to stand, but Iwaizumi was having none of it. He seemed hell-bent on keeping you bent over, one hand venturing over the seat of your leggings. His middle fingers slipped between your thighs, fingering your sopping crotch from behind. You were growing wetter by the second, and no longer just from sweat alone. You squirmed in his grasp, your stuttering sighs echoing down the hallway.

Eventually Iwaizumi straightened your body against his to run both hands up your front, pausing only to grope your chest. He collected your sweat as his fingers dragged up your throat. One hand muffled your moans when three fingers filled your mouth, the acrid smell and taste making your eyes water. He pressed down on your tongue with intentional pressure, rubbing circles into your tastebuds, like he needed you to understand just how good you taste. Your weak attempt to suck him clean sent blood rushing to his throbbing cock. Iwa shoved his hips into your backside, asserting his arousal and sheer dominance over you. You whimpered meekly over his fingers.

He walked you to the stairs, twirling you towards him before shoving you down. You yelped as you fell against the carpeted steps, barely catching your breath before Iwaizumi caught your mouth in a searing kiss. He was already on top of you, recklessly grinding between your thighs. You soon forgot your bruising ass and shoulders, mind swimming from the hot friction rubbing at your core. You got one last gasping kiss from Iwa before he was tearing your tank top over your shoulders. He rolled your soaking sports bra up just enough to free your sultry breasts. Iwaizumi eyed your tits like a gourmet meal, licking his lips. He dangled your top over your chest before wringing it out with a twist of his strong hands. He groaned watching your filthy sweat soak your curves, and the very act dropped your mouth open in surprise.

Satisfied with his work, Iwa flung your tank top over his shoulder before burying his face in your sticky cleavage. You gasped as his tongue drew crescents beneath your glistening globes. Your hands fisted his sable locks and held on tight, arching your back to bring you closer. The ravenous sounds escaping Iwaizumi’s lips as he lapped up your sweat was verging on primal. You sank into the moment with him, keenly watching the way he indulged all of his senses across your body. He caught your lusty gaze for a mere second before racing to sate your hunger with his sloppy mouth. He pinned your wrists above your head while his tongue slipped between your flushed lips.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, rocking your core against his throbbing length, pleading for release. You were at Iwaizumi’s mercy though, and you wouldn’t get what you wanted before he took what’s his. While one hand held yours, the other found your waistband and yanked it down. He leaned back to finish the job, sitting your ass in his lap while tugging your leggings and panties off your ankles. He discarded them carelessly over the bannister, eager to get at your sweltering slit. You watched helplessly as he lifted your hips up to his face. He spread you wide, cradling each thigh in one of his flexed arms. Your feet dangled in the air and your hands raced to awkwardly support your shoulders against the stairs.

Iwaizumi dragged his tongue from your clit all the way down to your asshole, then back up again, without hesitation. He simply rolled your hips against his face with a lift of his powerful arms, curling your legs like a couple of meaty barbells. With every shot of your fluids he drank down, Iwa was pushed closer to insanity. He hummed contentedly while you whined and writhed. Each stroke of his broad tongue was deliberate, especially when he arrived back at your clit. He tightly planted his lips around it before sucking gently. The tip of his tongue flicked your exposed nub, driving you wild. Your building orgasm, mixed with the headrush of receiving oral nearly upside down, pushed your mind into a drunken haze.

Iwaizumi licked and sucked you stupid, until you could barely breathe. When you cried out his name in desperation, he sunk his tongue deep inside you. Your thighs twitched, clapping against his ears, but he spread you back open with a snarl. The heavy breaths rushing through his nose tickled your puffy lips, electrifying your raw clit. When Iwa’s tongue curled up to ravage your g-spot, it was all over for you. A dense heat finally exploded between your loins. Your thighs wrenched from his grasp, securing his head between them as you grinded out your orgasm on his face without shame.

Your raucous moans subsided after waves of pleasure vibrated through you, and you fell limp in your boyfriend’s arms. He lowered you back into his lap, curling his arms under your head and shoulders to offer subtle relief from your growing soreness. Clarity filtered back into your brain, and you blinked up at the handsome face hovering over you. “Think I’m ready for that shower now,” Iwaizumi mumbled against your neck, feigning sweetness. Your brief daydream of tender aftercare was interrupted by the twitching mass prodding your backside. Iwa wasn’t quite done with you yet, and he shifted to get a better grip under you. He lifted and carried you up the stairs with solely sinful intent.

He shouldered through the bathroom door with a grunt, lowering you to your feet before the sink. He wrenched off your wrinkled sports bra and got the shower started. You were staring dreamily at yourself in the mirror while you waited, still floating from your release. Your body felt like it was kissed by sunshine, and you hugged yourself to stroke your soft arms. Iwa was growing impatient with the lukewarm water, and joined you by the vanity instead. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His eyes met yours in the reflection as a grin curled at one side of his lips. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he cooed. You blushed and looked away, but you knew you couldn’t escape his obsession with everything about you.

He loved how soft and quiet you got after every orgasm, knowing he could just crudely spoil you again. He opened your arms, revealing your whole self. He hooked your fingers behind his neck so his could trail down your arms and trace circles around your perky breasts. “Exquisite,” he sighed, watching your expressions, “made to fit so perfectly in my hands.” With that he squeezed them greedily, bouncing your ample flesh in his palms. His thumbs brushed your nipples and your blush deepened. You felt your body warming back up to his touch, and he took notice as fingers drifted between your thighs. Iwaizumi was needy, but in a way unlike anyone you’ve ever been with before. He was addicted to you, and stopped at nothing to take you as many times as you could handle. He prided himself in learning your limits, but pushed them further every chance he got.

“And this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes drifted closed as he slid his fingers between your folds. He sighed deeply and nipped at your ear. “Fuck, your pussy is a masterpiece.” He stroked you slowly, voice a low growl at your cheek. “Hand-crafted by gods, if you weren’t simply a goddess yourself.” You melted with his words, leaning back into his shoulder with a whine. One hand still cupped your breast, pinching your nipple between two fingers. You sighed, tilting your head back. He shrugged your head forward with his shoulder. “Look at yourself baby,” Iwa continued, planting soft kisses on the shell of your ear. “How did I get so lucky?”

Your knees buckled when two fingers pressed past your entrance, but Iwaizumi held you up with ease. His digits pumped your hole gradually, stretching you wider with swirling strokes. He snuck another inside, and you could barely keep your eyes open with how he splayed them apart while dragging them out slowly. He coated his fingers with your essence before withdrawing completely. You whined loudly in protest, but watched in awe as he popped each finger in his mouth to lick them clean. Iwa turned your head with his clean hand before kissing you fiercely. Your tongues intertwined, your juices bittersweet on your taste buds.

Iwaizumi distracted you with his tongue while he aligned his cock between your soft asscheeks. In one swift motion, he broke off your kiss to tilt you forward and stuff his full length inside your dripping pussy. Stars exploded in your vision as your boyfriend filled you to the brim with his thick member. You squealed and gripped the countertop, rocking your hips against his. He released a long moan that melted into a sigh. Even with Iwaizumi’s thorough preparations, taking his impressive size always came as a pleasant surprise. He pulled out a few inches just to stuff you even deeper, and your mouth dropped open at the satisfying stretch of your insides. He slurred more praises before another thrust sent your back into an extreme arch. Your boyfriend quickly became fixated on the way your ass jiggled with every impact. He held your hips loosely, so he could watch and feel every collision of flesh.

He pounded your ass at every angle, delighting in your audible and physical reactions. The mirror started to fog from the shower that had been running hot for some time now. Before you lost sight of yourselves, he leaned you back against him so you could watch his thick cock abuse your sloppy pussy. He crouched slightly so he could curl his fingers under your knees before lifting your full weight in his arms. You leaned hard against his chest as he straightened back up, cock still buried deep inside of you. He rested your spread knees on the countertop, leaving you in a wide kneel and giving him plenty of access. You leaned back once more, eyes trained on the way your pussy had swallowed Iwa’s full length.

Pride bubbled up over your intense pleasure, and you couldn’t help but smile wide. Iwaizumi figured you finally saw things his way, and gave you quite the show with his measured thrusts. His cock glistened, soaked fully on your arousals. His lips trailed along your exposed neck, breathing deeper with every clap of your ass. His swollen tip pounded your g-spot without pause, each stroke pushing a hissed moan past your clenched teeth. Your tits were bouncing violently, the sheer sight sending Iwa into a frenzy. He spanked your ass forcefully before gripping your hips tight enough to make his handprints last.

Your chorus of moans and grunts overpowered the long-forgotten spray of water, and Iwa’s thrusts grew more wild and sloppy by the second. But you knew exactly what was needed to send him over. As your body rocked against his, you slid one hand down your stomach. You pressed briefly on your clit, but inched a finger to the edge of your stuffed vagina. Iwa paused, pulling out just enough so you could slip your index finger inside. You ran the tip along the inside of your wall, soaking it in your mixed juices, before popping it out again. Iwaizumi resumed his reckless rutting without a second thought, but you caught his attention by lifting that filthy finger to your face.

He stared, his thrusts slowing as he focused on you, watching closely. You held eye contact in the mirror’s reflection as you stuck out your tongue, licking your finger sensually slow. Your tongue drifted up one side, and down the other, before slipping it fully inside your mouth. You even hummed a moan for added effect. Something in Iwaizumi snapped, pupils dilating, consumed entirely by his passion for you. “Oh (Y/N)...” he growled, “I don’t think you understand how much I fucking love you.” He craned your face towards him, connecting your lips for the remainder of his rapid, chaotic thrusts. In a mess of quivering flesh and broken moans, you shared overlapping orgasms. You weren’t sure where you ended and your boyfriend began, but you were well beyond even beginning to care.

Iwaizumi pressed you against his chest, holding you tight enough to feel your racing heartbeat and breaths gradually slow. He pecked your temple while slipping his softening member from you. You hummed sweetly, still riding your high. Your eyes fluttered open just in time to catch Iwa staring confusedly at the shower, which had been running for some ungodly amount of time now.

He turned back to you. “So, uh… shower?”

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwa-chan #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hajime iwaizumi #my writing #shanscript #make you sweat #shannonmccoy #im perpetually HOT for this mans

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Blaze Like Meteors

Warnings: Alcohol and some sexual harassment. This chapter is pretty tame but it's about to get pretty unpleasant.

Notes: Ask and ye shall receive. I was far more inspired to get this going than I was to continue The Louder the Better today, so you get this. Yeah, we'll get two WIPs going and you won't know which one you're getting a chapter of each day. This is going to be at least two parts, maybe three. Inspired by the anon ask for Hotch & Morgan fake dating for a case and ending in a confession. I'M ABOUT IT. (Title comes from Dylan Thomas' poem "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night") 2340 words.

“Chocolate Thunder? Do you read me Chocolate Thunder?”

“Yes, Garcia, loud and clear. You know you're only patched in to my ear piece, no one else can hear you...” Morgan fiddled with the bud in his ear, adjusting it slightly so it didn't bother him so much. No matter how many times he wore one, it always hurt. Why the FBI couldn't improve their technology along with all other ear bud manufacturers was beyond him and he pressed it harder, twisted it until it was wedged in tight and easily missed by anyone looking at him.

“Okay but you need to use my code name, we talked about this. If I'm going to let you go out and do this...this thing...”

“My job...”

“THIS THING...then code names. You promised.”

“Garcia, I can't talk to you when I'm out there, you know that. It's going to be fine. Hotch and I can take care of ourselves, and we've got plenty of backup if anything goes wrong.”

He heard her sigh and grunt loudly, heard the clicking of her fingers on the keyboard, and he could feel the heat of her frustration from the next room. He stood up and sauntered toward her door, not bothering to knock before entering her lair.

“Penelope...” he said softly, standing just inside the doorway, arms folded over his chest, cutting an imposing figure in the shadows of her machines. “You giving me the silent treatment isn't really how it works either. Do I need to get JJ to do this instead?” That was all it took before she spun around in her chair and narrowed her eyes at Morgan. If she hadn't been wearing a fuzzy chartreuse sweater and rainbow glasses, he might be intimidated, but he just wanted to wrap her in a hug and assure her it was going to be okay, that he and Hotch would both walk away from this assignment with a fun story to tell and nothing more.

In Hotch's office, Rossi was trying to talk him out of it. “This is rural North Carolina, Aaron, not New York City.”

“I'm aware of where we're headed,” was Hotch's soft reply as he double checked his go bag for the clothing he would need. “Are you ready to go?”

“There has to be another way. There is dangerous and then there is just plain stupid. You're on target to hit both in record time.”

“I'll see you on the jet, Dave.”

The highway stretched out before them, their old rust bucket barreling down the abandoned stretch of highway. A mile or so behind them a nondescript work van followed, hardly trying to keep up with Morgan and his lead foot, just trying to keep them in view. Hotch rested in the passenger seat, flipping through the case file on his lap, brow furrowed. He knew he would be the main target and he wanted as much information about the unsubs and the methods they used committed to memory as he could before they arrived at the bar. The car smelled like cigarette butts and incense, and the leather bucket seat had holes from dropped cigarettes peppering the space between he and Morgan. The State Troopers had pulled the car out of the impound lot for the occasion, empty beer cans and parking tickets in the dash and all. It was set to go to auction though Hotch thought it was better suited to the scrap yard but who was he to judge.

“Wish my mind worked like Reid's,” Hotch muttered, and Morgan laughed, shaking his head. He closed the case file and let his head fall back against the seat. He was already exhausted and they hadn't even gotten started yet.

“No,” Morgan said softly, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. “You don't.”

Miles stretched out, and soon the nothing gave way to farmhouses dotting the hillside and a looming water tower at the edge of the horizon. “We're getting close,” Hotch announced, peering at the GPS on his phone. The bar was just beyond the hill they were preparing to crest. Twilight sun pooled on the burnt straw and the asphalt radiated heat in waves ahead of them like a black sea. Hotch felt his insides twist along with the road, winding the serpentine path up and then down, and the bar came into view. A speck of neon lights and pick up trucks in the vast sea of nothing. Morgan pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the van to come up behind them, agents spilling out into the arid summer heat. Hotch kicked at a dead crow on the side of the road, nudging it into the dried grass and watching as the feasting insects did their best to follow their food. That could be him by tomorrow morning, he thought with a grim sort of satisfaction. Lying on the side of some forgotten highway, belly full of maggots. He couldn't tell you why his mind detoured like that so often, but he kept it to himself and approached the agents milling around, waiting for him to speak.

“You guys sure about this?” Rossi asked, giving them one more opportunity to back out. Hotch shot him a scowl that just said not again (look at me, Rossi, I'm already dressed for the part just shut up) and looked at Reid and Garcia expectantly.

“Are you two ready?”

“Are you?” Prentiss asked, butting in, narrowing her eyes at Hotch. She'd been too quiet since they'd hatched their plan with the North Carolina State Troopers, but she'd been throwing looks, rolling her eyes, clearly displeased with their idea. Morgan rolled his eyes and stepped in front of Hotch.

“Cut it out, guys. We're doing this. Now that bar up there is getting hit tonight, we know it, they've hit every Wednesday night for the last three weeks and if Reid's calculations are right, this is it, this is our chance. If we don't go in there, someone else will get hurt and we know it. Does everyone understand their role? We don't get outta there safely I'm coming for you clowns.”

“Morgan,” Hotch said softly, taking the conversation back. “Let's go. The sun is setting, if we don't get there soon they'll already have selected their targets.”

To anyone in the bar, they just looked like locals. Morgan sauntered in with his t-shirt ripped and covered in axle grease, carpenter pants holding all sorts of tools and weapons and a trucker's cap that had seen better days, advertising a beer that hadn't been popular since the 1970s. His boots were covered in splotches of paint and grease and the tread was filled with mud and grass. Hotch stood beside him, Morgan's hand slipped effortlessly beneath the flannel shirt around his waist and into the back pocket of his worn, ripped up jeans slung just a little too low on his waist. His t-shirt bore the mark of a faded Misfits logo and his converse sneakers had seen better days. They made their way to the bar and asked for two of whatever beer was on special, it wasn't often you could drink for a dollar anymore but on this abandoned stretch of highway they found themselves pleasantly surprised. It might have been piss beer, but it got you drunk just the same. Sometimes better, it went down a lot faster when you didn't care to taste it. They both downed their first glasses right there and asked for another round before making their way into the crowd, to sway along with everyone else to the sounds of the southern rock cover band up on the stage. From further away, they appeared to look just like any other band you'd expect at some summertime outdoor festival, but up close their years betrayed them. They croaked out song after song, throwing out slow jams more often than anything heavy, and it was all just familiar enough that Morgan and Hotch could sway along together, all hands and beer breath and smiles. This wasn't their first go at this charade, they fell into it easier and easier each time they were asked to do it. Hotch finished his beer first and drug Morgan back to the bar with him, hands twisted together between them, and he walked with an easy swagger that didn't come naturally to him, he'd had to work on it over the years. Two more beers, and they could feel eyes on them now from somewhere. No one close by, everyone in the crowd was wholly immersed in their own little game of groping, some to the point of being what Hotch would consider indecent, but then, this was not his stomping ground.

“To your right,” came Reid's voice in Hotch's ear, and he glanced slowly until he saw the smaller man just a few feet away from him, stepping anxiously from foot to foot, fidgeting. Every so often his eyes darted to where Hotch stood and then away, almost shamefully. Hotch bumped Morgan a little, inclined his head, and Morgan nodded. “He's been watching you for a while,” Reid said and Hotch squeezed Morgan's hand just a little tighter, his attention ahead again on the stage. He watched the singer light up a joint, take a long drag, and pass it around the stage. He blew the smoke out of his nostrils like a big hairy dragon before leaping into the next song, and the fidgety little man stepped closer to Hotch, slipping between people until he was close enough to give Hotch goosebumps.

“You're not from here,” the man stammered and Hotch flashed his biggest smile, twinkling eyes downcast momentarily and shrugged.

“Just passing through,” he offered, and the man nodded nervously, accepting the answer without further questions. Instead, he changed the subject.

“You guys game for a round of pool? My buddies and I are always lookin' for new blood.” Interesting choice of words, Hotch thought bitterly.

“I could smack some balls around,” Morgan declared and Hotch felt his neck flush, he'd forgotten exactly how embarrassing Morgan could be when he put in even minimal effort. “Your friends just wanna wipe the table with some outta towners?”

The smaller man smiled and shrugged, shifting his weight from foot to foot again. “Yeah. Somethin' like that. Beers on us, my buddy's dad owns the place.”

“Can't turn down hospitality like that. I'm Derek, this is Aaron...what's your name?”

“James,” he replied, leading them away from the crowded floor still swaying in unison to another song that sounded just like the thirty before it. Maybe it was all the same song, neither of them could tell for sure.

“Whiskey?” James asked, handing a shot to Hotch, while Morgan readied their pool cues. They clinked their glasses together and shot the amber liquid quickly back. There was a moment that Hotch wondered if something had been done to his drink, they hadn't found anything in the victims' systems but all of those drugs were metabolized so quickly and these unsubs held their victims long enough that it wouldn't ever show. Still, he felt safe with Morgan, knew that they wouldn't target him in the same way so at least one of them would have a clear head. If he got sick, he got sick, he had a job to do and that came with a certain level of risk. Maybe his tolerance for risk taking was a little higher than the bureau would prefer, but here he was. Hotch smacked his lips together, swallowing the musky burn of the smoky liquid and set the glass down. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, turning his eyes up at Morgan now standing beside him, arm looping around his shoulders protectively.

“Let's cool it, baby, we got a long ride ahead of us tonight...” he cooed, pressing his face against Hotch's head, breathing in the soapy scent. He'd always loved the way Hotch smelled, the way he never bothered with cologne, he just smelled simple and clean like soap and a hint of dryer sheets.

“We gonna do this thing or what?” The question came from one of the other men, the bigger men who looked almost like mirror images of each other to Hotch's fuzzy eyes. They were the size of mountains, with shoulders that joined directly to their ears and Hotch imagined himself in one of their shirts, a tiny smirk playing across his features when he realized the shirts would easily come down to his knees. Morgan handed him a pool cue and they set to, each of them taking a turn, shit talking, laughing, and the piss beer flowed like water through them. Hotch bent over, angling for his shot, and felt one of the bigger men come up behind him, thick meaty hands grabbing at his sides, pressing into his sharp hip bones and he leaned in close.

“You gonna sink it?” he asked, his beer breath hot on the back of Hotch's neck. Suppressing a shiver, Hotch did his best to ignore the imposition and rammed his pool cue back just enough that it hit the man square in the belly, gentle enough not to be confrontational though he'd wanted to put it clean through.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Can I get a little space?”

“Sure thing, darlin',” the man replied, giving Hotch's hips a quick squeeze before he backed up, just enough not to get hit again but not nearly enough for Hotch's comfort. Morgan watched the scene play out, anger gnawing at his insides, using every ounce of strength inside of him to keep his feet firmly planted where they were when all he wanted to do was leap across the table and take the man's head off right between his second and third chin.

Next Chapter ->

#criminal minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #mortch

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how would you like to go?

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by frostfall

“Well,” Tony begins next to him, cutting through Steve’s thoughts, “since we’re gonna die anyway, you have any… I don’t know… Last confessions?”

For a brief second, every fiber of Steve’s body freezes before he’s turning to look, turning to see, turning with a flicker of hope. It dies when he sees Tony’s gaze trained on the constellations around them.

This is the perfect time for Steve to tell Tony, to tell him how his heart skips when he’s near, to tell him how much he adores his boisterous rambling and his sleepy eyes and arresting smile, to tell him how his soul longs for him and only him. Time is running out for the both of them, after all.

(Or Steve and Tony are stranded in space. Tony makes a joke. Steve's having thoughts.)

Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Head And The Heart.

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel's Avengers (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Marvel's Avengers Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Pining Steve Rogers, Getting Together, Pining, Light Angst, Near Death Experiences

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#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-stony · 4 years

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how would you like to go?

by frostfall

“Well,” Tony begins next to him, cutting through Steve’s thoughts, “since we’re gonna die anyway, you have any… I don’t know… Last confessions?”

(Or Steve and Tony are stranded in space. Tony makes a joke. Steve's having thoughts.)

Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Head And The Heart

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel's Avengers (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Marvel's Avengers Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Pining Steve Rogers, Getting Together, Pining, Light Angst, Near Death Experiences

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/26407249

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

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ao3feed-billdip · 4 years

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by Sunny_Eclipse

Dipper takes a walk through the forest when he runs into a flirty centaur, will he give into his instincts? Or will his walls remain high?

•TRĮPPĮNG..•

(+Warning: (Most Of) these chapters contain detailed smut.

Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gravity Falls, monster falls - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Deer Centaur (Bill Cipher), Deer Centaur (Dipper Pines), Unicorn Centaur (Mable Pines), Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Bill Cipher, Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Gargoyle (Stan Pines), Griffin (Ford Pines), Wolf (Wendy), Wendy, Some side characters

Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Dipper Pines/Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines, Bill Cipher & Mabel Pines

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Adult Content, Detailed Deer Sex, lol I’m new to this, How Do I Tag, tags are kinda all over the place, Stubborn Dipper Pines, Bill is a dick, Anal Sex, First Time, First Time Bottoming, Mating Bonds, Mating Bites, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, happy ending??, Dippers A Deer, So is Bill, Flirty Bill, Substance Abuse, Smut, Mild Language, Wendy’s a little shit, This is the cheesiest shit I’ve ever written, Mentions of past (verbal) abuse, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, First Chapter Smut, References to Depression, Strangers to Lovers, I'm Going to Hell, Light Bondage, Dom Bill, Dipper and mable live in the shack, Public Sex, Overprotective Dipper, kind mable, mentions of past relationships - Freeform, Wendys a Badass, Drinking to Cope, Bills the sweet talker, Dippers submissive (for the most part), Long life mates???, Breakups, Confusion, Sexual Tension, ruts, Awkwardness, unexpected situations, Monster Falls AU, Adorable mable/dipper, hopefully active updates, LGBTQ Themes, Homophobia, Bullying, Near Death Experiences, Love Confessions, Minor Original Character(s), Jealousy, Tags Are Hard, how do people write these?, Minor Character Death, short first chapter, Free style writing, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Supportive Mabel Pines, Ford And Stan being ford and stan, Protective Stan, Sharing a Bed, Deer Centaurs, Cuddles, Bill needs love, BillDip, Fluff/Smut, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Pet Names, Nicknames, Controlling bill, lmao I hate doing these tags, Love, Rimming

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #gravity falls #billdip

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 10 months

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stopped short in your chest

by susiecarter Six times Bruce apologized to people who didn't need him to apologize—plus the time Clark apologized to him when he didn't need it, either. (Written for Bruce Wayne Week 2023.) Words: 2340, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Bruce Wayne Week Fandoms: DC Extended Universe, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Zack Snyder's Justice League (2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Martha Kent, DCEU Justice League Ensemble, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: 5 Times, Post-Canon, Apologies, Meeting the Parents, Major Character Injury, Hobbies, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kidnapping, Multiverse, Confessions, Kissing via https://ift.tt/i5XHyof

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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onegayastronaut · 5 years

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In Love With A Hero (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Requested by @arrowflashverse : Finally someone else who watches Legacies! Can you do a Hope Mikaelson imagine where Hope and the reader are friends and she's attracted to the reader and Josie finds out and tries to get Hope to ask the reader out? Could the reader be gender neutral please? P.S. I love your work. Keep it up!

Word count: 2340

Hope was such a goner for you, and anyone who bothered to look could tell just how much she liked you. There were so many excuses that she could come up with to hang out with you, but Hope just could not find the courage to tell you what she was feeling. Sure, you were a nice person and was extremely friendly, but the fact remained that Hope was hopelessly and completely in love with you.

Sure, she had been annoyed when you had first volunteered to go on a monster hunting mission with her and Alaric, but that turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to her. Ever since that mission, you and Hope had become best friends. Only now, Hope’s feelings have transcended friendship. She definitely wanted something more, but she just wasn’t sure if that was what you would want as well.

You were studying for your Lycan Studies class when you heard footsteps come up behind you. Normally, you would have ignored the distraction, but the gust of wind following the open door caused your senses to perk up. It didn’t take you long to realize that it was Hope trying to sneak up on you. She had been training you to hone your senses and control your abilities for future missions, but practicing has also made it a lot harder for anyone to sneak up on you. You were able to smell Hope’s shampoo from across the room, so when she popped out from behind you, you didn’t even flinch.

“How is my favorite tribrid doing today?”

“Aww, did I not scare you?” Hope gave you a fake pout. She was extremely proud of your progress, but she also missed how she could surprise you in the past.

“I heard you coming from across the room. Also, your heartbeat has a special rhythm that’s hard to miss.” You took a moment from reading to kiss Hope on the cheek. Because you were so focused on your reading, you missed the blush that colored Hope’s face, both from the kiss and from the fact that you had taken the time to memorize the sound of her heartbeat. She took out one of her textbooks and leaned against you.

Little to your knowledge, Josie was across the library, watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes. It was obvious to her that Hope was madly in love with you and desperately wanted to be more than friends. However, you were so innocent that there was no way you could possibly see the love in Hope’s eyes whenever she looked at you. Josie resolved that she would make sure to see love happen, and she knew exactly the right person to help her. It was about time something good happened in this school.

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“Lizzie, I need your help.” Josie had three binders clutched in her arms and dumped them in front of her sister. “It’s about time something good happened in this school, and I want us to make sure it actually happens.”

“What on earth are you going on about? And what is all this?” Lizzie frowned as she flipped through the binders. She was already exhausted from trying to be nice to people all day, and she was definitely not in the mood for anything else. However, that changed the moment she saw that this new project involved you. “What is (Y/N) doing in here? And why is Hope also here?”

“We are going to help Hope confess her feelings for (Y/N).” Josie’s face was full of determination to see you in a relationship.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Don’t you think there’s a reason why Hope hasn’t said anything to (Y/N) yet?”

“The only reason why Hope has not said anything yet is because she isn’t sure whether or not (Y/N) likes her back or not. But as you know, (Y/N) likes Hope a lot, but they’re not going to say anything first. They are both willing to step in front of a bullet for each other, and yet, confessing feelings for each other seems like such a huge step.”

“I get what you’re saying. We should host a party where they’ll be forced to confess their feelings for each other. They will know they’re in love with each other tonight!” Lizzie’s eyes brightened as the wheels started turning in her head. Thanks to her sister, she was going to be responsible for starting an epic love story between two powerful supernaturals.

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The was just something about you that made Hope just crazy over you. Everything from your adorable nature to your sense of humor made her want to protect you. She had you pinned down again, and she desperately wanted to kiss you when you were under her. Ever since you had started training with her, she had taken every opportunity to spend more time with you and pin you down as often as she could. Your technique was definitely improving, but Hope could still pin you down before you could blink. It hurt her heart to be so close to you, yet feel so far away.

“Oh look, you’ve gotten me again.” You tried to sound hurt, but all you managed to do was to make yourself laugh at your own tone.

“That’s because I’m always able to get you at an angle and flip you over.” Hope leaned up from you but ended up straddling your lap. “You need to watch your own back when dealing with someone stronger than you.”

You were all too aware of the fact that Hope was stronger than you, and your hands unconsciously moved up her legs. Having her on top of you like this felt right, and you wanted her on top of you for the rest of the day. However, you also knew that she wasn’t your girlfriend, and you immediately stopped yourself from moving your hands any further and blushed furiously. “Am I allowed to get up, Ms. Mikaelson?” This, in turn, caused the tribrid to blush and hurriedly move off your lap.

“Are you going to the party that Lizzie and Josie are hosting later this week?”

“I’m thinking about it, but I’m not completely sure about whether or not I’m going. Are you?” What Hope did not say was that she would be going if you were going.

“Well, maybe we can go together.” Hope’s eyes lit up at the thought of going with you, and she quickly nodded. You gave Hope a chaste kiss on the cheek as you skipped off to take a shower. Hope touched her cheek where you had kissed her, and this caused her to blush again. She wanted to tell you how she felt whenever she was around you, but nothing ever sounded right. What can she say that will describe how her heart seems to beat a million times a minute whenever you were around her, or the fact that your touch burned her skin and it was the most beautiful sensation that she had ever felt? Hope was addicted to being with you, but you didn’t seem to notice the effect you had on her.

Maybe it was for the best, Hope reasoned with herself. Everyone who was ever close to her got hurt, and she would be damned before she allowed you to be hurt too. With that thought, she got up and walked towards the school. There was no way she was going to allow you to get hurt because of her.

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The party was a success as far as the school was concerned. There were drinks that were spiked, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. You had just arrived at the party yourself and was waiting for Hope to make her way towards the party. Your stomach twisted in knots whenever you thought about the tribrid. There seemed to be something in the air because your best friend had been avoiding you for the past week. You couldn’t think of a reason as to why, and you intended to find out. Right after you hugged one of your classmates, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Apparently, Hope wanted to meet you in one of the rooms not far from where you are right now, so you just shrugged and headed over.

Once you got to the room, you immediately called out for Hope. Hearing the door open behind you, you turned around to see Hope coming in. Your jaw dropped at the outfit she was wearing. Hope looked so amazing that you were practically drooling over just looking at her. It wasn’t until she actually made her way over to you until you managed to get yourself together. “Hey, Hope! What’s going on?”

“You tell me, (Y/N). You texted me that you wanted to meet in here before heading down to the party. But judging from the look on your face, you didn’t send me that text, did you?” Just as the two of you made your way towards the door, it slammed shut right in front of you.

Josie’s voice carried towards you from the other side of the door. “It’s time for both of you to say what’s been on your minds. The doors have been sealed closed for an hour to give you time to talk. Have fun ladies!”

“Wait, Josie! Josie, let us out, now!” You pounded on the door, but there was no response. It seemed like she had left, and all that was left was for you and Hope to talk about whatever was going on.

Turning to Hope, you found that she was looking at the floor instead of at you. All of a sudden, your temper seemed to flare, and it was like there was a red hot poker dropped in your stomach. “What’s the matter, Hope? Why have you been avoiding me? I thought we were friends.”

“We are! We are.” Hope seemed to be trying to convince both you and herself of the fact.

“Then tell me why you’ve been avoiding me for the past week. Did I do something to make you mad?”

“It’s not something you did, it’s more…” Hope gestured at you as she trailed off.

“It’s what, Hope?”

“It’s because you’re you! Everyone around me gets hurt! If even my dad and my uncle, who were Originals if I might add, couldn’t survive because of me, what chance does anyone else have? And let’s not forget my mom. She died because of me! So you’d better run away and stay away if you want to live. I’m the reason why anyone close to me dies. I love you too much to see you die too. I -- I..I can’t have your death on my conscience.” There were tears in her eyes as she turned her back to you.

“You don’t mean that, Hope. I’m never leaving you.” You walked over and reached over to comfort her. When you reached out, Hope leaned into you and cried on your shoulder. Her entire body was shaking, and that broke your heart more than anything she could have said. You kept repeating “I’m never leaving you” as you patted her back, and eventually her crying settled down.

As she backed away a little bit, Hope reached down to hold your hand. “I’m sorry for ruining your shirt,” she mumbled.

“No, it’s fine. I can just change into another one before going to the dance. Besides, I think I look dashing with a snot stain on my shirt, don’t you think?” Hope snorted at your attempt at humor and seeing her mood lighten made you feel so much better. Now that she seemed to calm down, you decided to ask her about something that has been on your mind. Intertwining your fingers together, you decided it was now or never. “So...uh..about what you said before. About you loving me too much?”

There was a long moment of silence as you waited for Hope to talk. “I’ve been wanting to say how I felt about you for the longest time. But like I said, everyone that has ever gotten close to me has died or been killed. I won’t be able to live with myself if I allowed that to happen to you. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you for the past few days. You’re so good, and pure, and everything that I could possibly want. But I can’t just stand by and see you get hurt because I was selfish and wanted you to myself.”

“Did you ever pause to think that I felt the same about you?” Hope looked up in surprise. “Yeah, I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while now, Hope. I’ve been meaning to ask you out, but I never found the courage to. Also, I think that I’ve proven myself more than capable of surviving whatever monster has been thrown my way for the past few months, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, in that case, I guess I would have to agree that my actions were not so justified.”

“I would think not, Ms. Mikaelson.” You loved the reaction that Hope had every time you called her that, and you were rewarded with an eye-roll. “So now that begs the question of whether or not you would like to go out on a date with me.”

“Of course I would, silly.” Hope playfully shoved you in your shoulder, and you pretended to be hurt.

When Hope came closer to check and see if you were alright, you pulled her in for a kiss. You loved how she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss you, and you bent down a little bit to be closer to her. The kiss ended sooner than either of you would have liked, and Hope’s flushed face was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. “I love you, Hope Mikaelson.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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