#hes as sweet as his name and unfortunately equally mischievous
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#cat#cat art#cat illustration#my art#thats my barfi! barfi is a type of sweet in my country#when we got him as a baby we didnt even know if he was male or female so we settled on naming him after food#hes as sweet as his name and unfortunately equally mischievous
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Take A Shot
Pairing: Jungwoo x Original Female Character | Reader
Words: 6k
Genre: Comedy, Smut, Strangers to Lovers
Warnings: Alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), Betting, Explicit sexual content
Summary: A handsome stranger at Yuta’s soccer match watching party catches Ella’s attention. Unfortunately for Ella, the stranger, Jungwoo, is rooting for the enemy. They get entangled in a bet and maybe both of them are winners.
A/N: This has idea has been floating around for a while since I found out Jungwoo is a Manchester City fan. The fic has been sitting around for a while and it’s time I finally posted it. Thank you for reading!
Ella clutches the bottle of Prosecco close to her as she walks the short distance from where her Uber driver dropped her off to Yuta’s townhouse. Ella was looking forward to this party all week. Yuta had been planning for a while to host a soccer match watching party on his brand new fancy TV, which he couldn’t stop bragging about. He let Ella as his soul sister have the honor of the first viewing event be an important match for her favorite soccer team, Liverpool FC. The match is against Manchester City and regardless of how much money Man City spent in the offseason on new players, she’s confident Liverpool FC will win.
Yuta had told her that the party would be just her and a few of his other friends she had hung out with before. They seemed nice from their previous encounters, but she was ready to put them in their place if they questioned her soccer knowledge.
Ella takes a deep breath to relax. She can feel her pre-match nerves creeping up and she needs a drink fast. Ella rings the doorbell when she reaches the front door. Yuta opens the door before she drops her hand away from the doorbell.
“Welcome! Come on in, sis!” Yuta bear hugs Ella and takes the bottle of Prosecco. “Nice. I was in the mood for some mimosas.”
“When aren’t you? You always act like you’re on ‘Real Housewives’,” Ella gruffs and ducks befor Yuta can rufflle her hair. She slips her shoes off and follows Yuta into the townhouse.
Yuta and Ella became fast friends when they started working at the same Graphic Design company 4 years ago. They’re known as “Double Trouble” at work for all the chaos they cause. Some of their nosey coworkers initially suspected they were more than friends, but they quickly quashed those rumors when they started referring to each other as siblings and Yuta brought his girlfriend, Maria, to their office parties.
Ella gives Maria a hug when she spots her in the Living Room. She scans the room to see that the guests are already here sipping their drinks and eating nachos. She greets Johnny, Taeyong and their girlfriends, then notices an unfamiliar face. Yuta has quite a few attractive friends, but this friend was different. His soft brown hair frames his pretty face, which nicely contrasts his tall physique. When he stands up, he towers over Taeyong and Yuta, but stands a hair shorter than Johnny.
“Woah,” Ella quietly says to herself as she tucks a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. She now wishes she put in more effort in her attire. She hastily threw on her Liverpool jersey with her medium wash jeans. Fortunately, she did curl her hair and put on some light makeup to highlight the golden glow of her skin.
Ella and the stranger make eye contact and she notices his eyes go wide for a second. Before she can introduce herself to the stranger, Johnny calls his name to grab his attention. Jungwoo.
The guys huddle by the TV to admire it like treasure. While they discuss future viewing plans for Yuta’s brand new fancy TV fit for King, Ella watches Jungwoo bite his lips as he inspects the TV. He catches Ella’s eye as he’s scanning the room and smiles. Ella breaks her stare and looks around to find Maria.
“Want a drink?” Maria asks, noticing Ella is still drinkless. Ella definitely feels far too sober to have to spend the next few hours with the handsome stranger. If Maria suspects anything from Ella's actions since stepping into the townhouse, she doesn’t mention it.
Breaking the awkwardness she feels from possibly getting caught in the act, Ella heads to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of white wine. She practically chugs the wine down and pours herself another glass to sip slowly. Getting drunk before the game would lead to her being really loud and maybe breaking Yuta’s new TV if the game didn’t go how she hoped and she didn’t have new TV money.
Ella heads back to the living room, wine in hand, and settles in on the couch. She gently swirls her wine glass while contemplating how to introduce herself to the stranger. She’s so deep in thought that she almost misses that the handsome stranger is heading towards the kitchen until he’s screaming if anyone wants anything. She watches him walk into the empty kitchen before she chugs the rest of her wine. She gets up too quickly and has to grab onto the sofa arm to steady herself.
“Fuck it. It’s now or never,” Ella tries to hype herself up as she heads into the kitchen.
She finds the stranger concentrating on pouring a mix of liqueurs into a cocktail shaker.
“What are you making?” Ella asks, causing the stranger to jump a little.
“Oh! You’re just in time! I’m mixing my special drink. I call it ‘Jungwoo’s Special’!” Jungwoo announces as he shakes the cocktail shaker.
“What makes it ‘special’?” Ella asks bluntly.
Jungwoo laughs. “Be prepared to be amazed!”
“I’m Jungwoo by the way. I meant to introduce myself to you earlier, but Johnny dragged me away. A TV over a girl, he’s so inconsiderate,” Jungwoo replies.
Ella blushes. She doesn’t want to read too much into Jungwoo’s words, but she lets herself hope he meant something more by it. “I’m Ella. I’m one of Yuta’s work buddies.”
“Oh! You’re the work sister! I guess I need to be extra gentlemanly,” Jungwoo laughs.
“So is the ‘Jungwoo’s Special’ something a gentleman would offer a lady?”
“Why don’t you try it and find out?” Jungwoo gives Ella a mischievous look. Jungwoo pours the drink for Ella and hands it to her. She takes a sip and nods her head. It’s a good drink, but guessing by the bottles he left uncapped, it was a potent drink.
“It definitely knows how to treat a lady,” Ella says. Taking a step closer to Jungwoo, she can feel how much bigger he is than her. She has to crane her neck to look up at him. She notices Jungwoo looking down at the Liverpool FC badge on her jersey and smiles.
“Liverpool fan?” Ella cocks her head. Jungwoo gives her a sweet smile. With all the liquid courage in her, she takes a step closer to Jungwoo.
“Man City,” Jungwoo replies with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Wow, you’re a glory hunter.” Ella gives him a horrified look and shoves his torso. If she wasn’t feeling her pre-game rage and animosity for Manchester City, she would’ve commented how his abs felt solid like a rock.
“If that’s what you want to call supporting the best players and manager in the world, then sure!” Jungwoo teases.
“It’s a TEAM sport. It’s about how everyone works together to win, not just a bunch of megastars.” Ella retorts.
“You make it sound like Liverpool doesn’t also buy the best players and have a great manager,” Jungwoo points out. Ella couldn’t argue with that.
“Touché. But at least we don’t throw all our money at everything.”
“How about we place a bet?” Jungwoo propositions. He knows they won’t get anywhere with their argument, but maybe a bet could make things interesting.
“Seriously? A bet?”
“Come on, it’ll be fun. It’ll be some extra fun for the match,” Jungwoo coaxes.
“Fine, what are the terms of the bet that you propose?”
“If Liverpool wins, you get to pick what to do and If Manchester City wins, I’ll get to pick what to do. To make this a little more fun, not only does the winner get to pick what to do, but they get to pick a thing or wish for each goal their team scores.”
“What if it’s a draw?”
“We can go with who had the most possession in the game.”
Ella sips her drink and contemplates whether to accept or not. She had come into the kitchen to expect a bit of talking, maybe some flirting, but not a bet. The only downside would be if Man City won, but Ella was pretty confident Liverpool had this game in the bag.
“You have yourself a deal, Jungwoo.” Ella stretches out her right hand for Jungwoo to shake. Jungwoo lights up and shakes her hand.
“No matter who wins or loses, I’m sure we’ll both end up winning at the end.” Jungwoo winks at Ella before he chugs the rest of his ‘Jungwoo Special’ drink.
They settle into the couch in front of Yuta’s fancy TV. The players complete the pre-match rituals of pennant exchanges and hand shakes and then the kick off. Liverpool gains possession early and builds up momentum. The two teams go back and forth creating chances, but no one scoring. Ella glances over at Jungwoo from time to time and notices even Jungwoo seems to feel the tension. Then in the 39th minute, Liverpool breaks away with the ball and scores a spectacular goal.
“FUCK YES!” Ella screams and jumps around. Yuta high fives Ella to celebrate.
“In your face!” Ella says with satisfaction to Jungwoo.
“Don’t get too cocky. The game is far from over.” Jungwoo playfully shoves Ella when she sits down.
Ella rolls her eyes and shoves Jungwoo back. Five minutes remain for the first half. Each team approaches the last few minutes differently. Liverpool seems to be playing it safe while Manchester City is looking to equalize. Ella nervously takes a sip of her drink. Even if Liverpool is leading, she can’t help but feel something worrying looming in the air. Unfortunately, her gut instincts were right. As soon as she puts her drink down, Manchester City takes possession of the ball and scores. Jungwoo starts jumping up and cheering. Ella huffs and lays back onto the sofa.
“We’re even now,” Jungwoo says as he shakes Ella’s shoulder.
“Whatever. There’s still another half,” Ella replies. She lightly smacks Jungwoo’s thigh. Jungwoo laughs at her reaction.
Both teams seem to just pass around the ball to wind down time before the referee blows the whistle to signal half time. Jungwoo springs up to head to the kitchen. Jungwoo asks if she needs anything, but Ella just waves her hand to indicate she’s fine. Ella needs a few moments to wallow in her misery. In the middle of her self pity, she feels someone land on the couch next to her.
“Ooooh you two are getting cozy,” Yuta comments.
Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m nice to everyone.”
“You can lie as much as you want, but I know you better than that.” Yuta nudges her arm. “Really though, he’s a good guy. You guys are getting along. You obviously think he’s hot. I saw you chase after him and go to the kitchen.”
“Can we not talk about this right now? He’s the enemy. I have a bet to win.”
“Hate sex is a thing you know.”
“Don’t imagine that, please,” Ella groans, rubbing her forehead.
“Are you imagining it?” Yuta gives Ella a quizzical look. “You totally are! I won’t tell him. Do you. Or rather, do him.”
“Do who?” Jungwoo chimes in right as Ella picks up a pillow to smack Yuta while he’s laughing.
“The only thing I’m doing is going to the restroom,” Ella replies as she gets up.
Yuta continues laughing at his own joke and Ella smacks him with a pillow before she heads to the restroom to freshen up. The game is tied 1-1 and she really needs to channel some positive energy into Liverpool. She freshens up and grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen then settles back into the couch next to Jungwoo.
“Here. I got you some pizza.” Jungwoo hands her a plate with 2 slices of cheese pizza. “I can’t have you throw up on me.”
“Wow, that’s really all you care about?” Ella scoffs.
“I care about you! You should eat. Win or lose, your health is most important” Jungwoo replies. The pizza may have lost its oven fresh heat, but the gesture is still sweet. If she wasn’t trying to fight for her team's honor, Ella would probably kiss Jungwoo.
“Thanks,” Ella meekly says as she turns her attention to the pizza. She hopes he can’t see her blush while she’s nibbling on the pizza.
The second half starts and Ella’s nerves are back. Both teams are picking up momentum and creating chances for a goal. Feeling her stomach churn every time either side attempts to score, Ella puts the pizza on the coffee table. She nervously taps her foot and hopes Liverpool can keep possession if they can’t score a goal.
“Have you thought about what you want if you win?” Jungwoo tries to break the tension. He leans back into the couch.
“No, have you?” Ella asks. Following Jungwoo’s actions, she leans back too.
Jungwoo looks like he’s in deep thought when the game commentator starts screaming. They bring their attention back to the TV and watch Manchester City score their 2nd goal in the 88th minute.
“OH FUCK.” Ella deflates on the couch. Jungwoo is high-fiving everyone, almost spilling Taeyong’s beer on him.
“Well, that’s it then,” Jungwoo says. He plops down on the couch
“There’s still extra time.” Ella knows it’s unlikely to win, but if Liverpool can scrap up a draw, then maybe she might have some hope.
“Don’t worry. Even if I win the bet, you’ll still feel like a winner too,” Jungwoo says with a playful look.
The remaining minutes of the game are uneventful and Man City grabs the win, much to Jungwoo’s delight. Jungwoo spreads his arms inviting Ella in for a hug. Ella shoves his shoulder away instead.
“Aww don’t be like that! That’s not good sportsmanship. Or sportswomanship!” Jungwoo complains. He slowly inches closer to Ella. She rolls her eyes and finally relents. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that Jungwoo gave great hugs. Yuta looks over in their direction and gives Ella a look that says he’s definitely interrogating her later.
“There you go! That’s the spirit!” Jungwoo commends, patting her back.
“Congratulations. Have you thought about what you want?” Ella asks
“Already in a rush to claim the prize?”
“I’m pretty sure you won and it’s your prize.”
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will!” Ella feels nervous as Jungwoo takes his time to contemplate what to ask for.
“Don’t leave me in suspense!”
“Okay! Okay!” Jungwoo raises his hands in defense. “My first reward is that we exchange numbers.”
She hands Jungwoo her phone and watches him add his number. He texts himself from her phone to make sure he has her number too. Ella was hoping for something grander, but she’ll settle for that now. A part of her was hoping he wouldn’t stick to being a gentleman as he said before.
The rest of the weekend passes by in a blur and Ella finds herself back at work too soon for her liking. She’s looking through her email inbox when Yuta comes in and smacks her on the shoulder.
“Good morning!” Yuta shouts at her. He plops down on her desk, causing a few stray papers to crumple. Ella opens her mouth to complain until Yuta shoves an iced coffee in her face.
“Thanks Yuta. I desperately need caffeine,” Ella says, taking the iced coffee from Yuta.
“Soooo tell me about you weekend, my dear friend.”
“I did laundry on Sunday.”
“And Saturday.” Yuta gives her a pointed look as he sips his coffee.
“I was at your house to watch a Liverpool match,” Ella deadpans. She knows he’s trying to weasel all the gossip out of her.
“Yes, tell me more. More than just the game and where you were. Tell me all the other details.”
“What are you trying to get at?” Ella squints at Yuta. She knows what he’s after
“This development of you and Jungwoo. Don’t think we didn’t notice!”
Ella rolls her eyes and turns back to her laptop. “Thanks for the coffee, Yuta. These emails aren’t going to delete themselves.”
“Don’t ignore me! I’ll get my answers at lunch!” Yuta gets up and leaves to his desk on the other side of the divider in front of Ella.
Ella turns back to her email. She has a few design mockup requests from clients she needs to get to this week. Some clients were better with their requirements than others. She was already dreading the long email chains and meeting after meeting with clients who couldn’t describe their requirements well. She knows at some point during the week she has to set up some time to work with Yuta on a project for one of their bigger clients. She knew the cat would be out of the bag by then and Yuta’s nosiness would only get worse.
Jungwoo (9:02 AM): Good morning beautiful ❤️
Ella feels a little flustered seeing Jungwoo call her beautiful.
“Thank God Yuta left already,” Ella thinks to herself. If he saw the message, he’d never let her live in peace.
Ella and Jungwoo spent the entire Sunday texting back and forth, but Yuta didn’t need to know that. She learned that he’s a Mechanical Engineer, which she hadn't expected at all. They talked a lot about their lives and interests. Ella was glad she was getting to know him better and didn’t let a football rivalry get in their way.
Ella (9:03 AM): Good morning! Don’t you have work to do?
Jungwoo (9:03 AM): But I like talking to you!!!!! Talk to me!!!!!
Ella (9:10 AM): Can’t right now. Maybe in a few hours? Yuta is going to grill me at lunch 💀
Jungwoo (9:11 AM): I’m bigger than him. I’ll hurt him!!!
Ella turns her phone face down and turns back to her laptop. She has a design draft halfway completed that she wants to get done before lunch. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and gets back to work.
Lunch time comes around sooner than anticipated. Yuta’s head pops up from the other side of the divider.
“Ready for lunch? I’m starving,” Yuta announces as he stretches.
“Yeah let’s go. Poke?” Ella suggests. She grabs her purse and phone and walks towards the door.
“You read my mind!” Yuta follows closely behind.
They complain about their workload on their short walk over to the Poke restaurant. Although it was nice they had a constant stream of clients, they needed more designers to balance the workload. After ordering their food, they settle down at a table by the window.
“It’s so nice outside. It’s criminal that we have to work indoors,” Ella comments as she digs in.
“Hmm, yeah,” Yuta gives a short reply, as he scarfs down his food. “Enough about that. Now tell me about Jungwoo!”
“What do you mean ‘tell me about Jungwoo’? He’s your friend! You know more about him than I do!” Ella replies. She knows what he’s getting at, but refuses to give into his demands for gossip so quickly.
“You know what I mean! You two have something going on!”
Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that! We just had a bit of friendly competition and banter on Saturday and we’ve been talking.”
“Uh huh, right. ‘Banter’. Next thing you know, you’ll end up in bed together!” Yuta accuses, pointing his fork at Ella.
“Can’t you keep it down! We’re in public!” Ella whispers.
“Everyone could do with some gossip on a boring Monday.” Yuta shrugs. “Whatever is going on with you two, I approve.”
“God, you're not my dad!” Ella rubs her forehead. She knows Yuta isn’t going to let this conversation go easily.
“Thank God for that!” Yuta agrees. “Anyway, all of this was part of my master plan anyway. I guess Johnny was too tall. Taeyong was too pretty. Jungwoo is slightly shorter and I guess slightly less pretty.”
“Johnny and Taeyong are also very much taken,” Ella points out. “And why are you insulting Jungwoo behind his back?”
“I’m not! There’s no point in being the tallest or prettiest. He has the right amount of both,” Yuta explains, shoving the last spoonful of his Poke in his mouth.
“I’m going to expect updates!” Yuta says. He gets up to throw away his empty bowl and trash.
Ella looks at her phone notifications and sees 10 texts from Jungwoo. She’ll have to read them once she’s back at her desk. She can’t risk Yuta’s prying eyes seeing the messages. Once Yuta’s back, they leave and take their post-lunch walk before they head back into the office.
After she settles back into her chair, Ella pulls out her phone and goes through Jungwoo’s messages. The texts have jumped from 10 unread to 20 unread messages. Most of the texts are of Jungwoo sulking about Ella ignoring his texts.
Ella (1:10 PM): Sorry, just got back from lunch with Yuta
Jungwoo (1:11 PM): I thought you ghosted me! But I forgive you. I don’t want you to starve.
Jungwoo (1:11 PM): What was he grilling you about?
Ella (1:12 PM): You duh lol
Jungwoo (1:12 PM): ME??
Ella (1:13 PM): Actually about us
Jungwoo (1:14 PM): He’s just jealous. He doesn’t have what we have.
Ella (1:15 PM): What? Soccer rivalry?
Jungwoo (1:16 PM): OK that and he’s not as hot as us
Ella takes a moment to think how to reply when she sees Jungwoo typing again. She decides to wait and see what he says before replying.
Jungwoo (1:18 PM): Speaking of us…I believe I’m owed a 2nd wish. Let’s grab dinner Friday night? At the new Brazilian Steakhouse you mentioned?
Ella (1:20 PM): Sure! I’ll meet you there at 7?
Jungwoo (1:20 PM): It’s a date 😉
Ella feels butterflies thinking about their date. Suddenly all of her work seems a lot less important than planning her attire for her date. She makes a mental note to go through her closet as soon as she gets home.
Fortunately, the work week breezes by quickly. Unfortunately, it’s Friday afternoon and Ella still hasn't decided what to wear on her date. Although they aren’t dining at a formal restaurant, Ella wants to dress up a little this time. Sorting through her dresses, she finally settles on an off-the-shoulder forest green dress that sits right above her knee.
With her outfit picked out she does her makeup. She decides to do a bronze smokey eye to accentuate the bronze glow of her skin and complement the color of the dress. Ella decided to do a nude mauve lip. She curls her black hair into even waves and sets the waves with hairspray. After she’s done with hair and makeup, she changes into her dress. After surveying her look in the mirror, she decides to put some bronzer and highlighter on her collarbones to accentuate them. After she’s satisfied with her work, she checks the time -- 6:15 PM. She had to put her jewelry and shoes on now if she wanted to be on time.
Ella picks out a pair of golden strappy stilettos to wear with the dress. She accessorizes her outfit with gold hoop earrings and several gold bangles on her right wrist. She does a final check in the mirror and is finally satisfied with her appearance. This look definitely had the glam factor to balance her casual look from last Saturday.
Grabbing her purse, Ella rushes out of her apartment to meet her Uber. The Uber ride takes about 25 minutes and Ella arrives at 6:55 PM. She sees Jungwoo check in with the host as she walks into the restaurant. When Jungwoo turns around and sees Ella walk in, she notices his eyes widening.
“Wow.” Jungwoo keeps scanning her from head to toe.
“Hello to you too, Jungwoo,” Ella greets. She giggles at his reaction.
“I forgive you for being a Liverpool fan. I might even become a Liverpool fan now,” Jungwoo replies. He comes closer to give her a hug. Ella laughs and smacks Jungwoo’s arm away.
“I tried to look good for you too!” Jungwoo points to himself. He did look good. He’s wearing a beige sweater, which accentuates his wide shoulders, and black jeans.
“Okay fine, you look good too,” Ella says, going in to give him a hug.
“Of course I do. I did it all for you,” Jungwoo whispers in her ear. Ella buries her face in his chest hoping he doesn’t notice her blushing.
“Sir, your table is ready,” their host announces. They jump apart quickly and follow the host to their table. Ella keeps her head down to hide her embarrassment as she makes her way to the table.
The host explains to them how the ordering will work. The waiters will come around with different cuts of meat and give them a slice. They each get a green card and red card - green to indicate to the waiter they would like more meat and red to indicate they don’t. They both order a glass of red wine. While they wait for their wine to arrive, their waiter serves them a basket of Pão de Queijo, Brazilian cheese bread, and their salads.
“You know, I’m really surprised you’re a Mechanical Engineer,” Ella says before taking a bite of Pão de Queijo. The bread tastes like a deliciously cheesy cloud and she has to stop herself from moaning.
“Why? Do I look dumb?” Jungwoo asks, holding his Pão de Queijo next to his pouting lips.
“No, no! That’s not what I mean! It’s just that you look, I don’t know, you’re tall and handsome.” Ella hopes she didn’t offend him.
“Just say you think I’m really hot. Is a hot nerd one of your fantasies?” Jungwoo teases.
“Let’s see if you get to find out,” Ella says with a glint in her eye. She isn’t going to let him win so easily.
A waiter comes by with some meat and they start piling up their plates. They compare which cuts and marinades they like the most.
“Say ‘aah’. Let me put this meat in you,” Jungwoo
Ella leans back and gives him a pointed look.
“What? You don’t want my meat?” Jungwoo asks suggestively.
“Just that little piece?” Ella leans forward and whispers, “You need to give a girl the full experience.”
Jungwoo chuckles. “I was waiting for you to ask, babe.”
Jungwoo leans over and places the meat closer to Ella’s mouth. Ella looks into Jungwoo's eyes and bites the meat off the fork. She leans back and slowly chews. They seem to be having a staring contest, which neither wants to lose. Ella slides her right foot slowly up his left leg while maintaining eye contact. Her foot makes it up to his thigh before Jungwoo squirms and closes his eyes.
“That’s cheating!” Jungwoo grabs her ankle.
“Hey, no one said there were rules.” Ella laughs.
“Babe, you don’t want to play dirty with me,” Jungwoo warns. He slowly moves his hand up her calf.
“Maybe I do.” Ella smirks and drinks the last bit of her wine. “I came here to win.”
“Your place or mine? I’ll grab the bill now or I’ll do you right here.” Jungwoo leans over, letting go of her leg.
“Mine. I’ll call an Uber,” Ella replies. Her clothes were probably strewn everywhere in the bedroom, but at least the rest of her apartment was spotless. She couldn’t be as sure about Jungwoo’s place and didn’t want the potential mess to ruin her night.
Jungwoo gently places a kiss on her cheek and walks over to a waiter to pay their bill. Once he’s out of sight, Ella pops a mint in her mouth and requests an Uber. Jungwoo comes back soon and they leave the restaurant hand in hand.
Their Uber arrives a minute after they leave the restaurant. Ella rests her left hand on Jungwoo’s thigh. She teases him the whole ride by slowly moving her hand up his thigh and giving his thigh light squeezes. Jungwoo silently curses and grabs her hand to prevent her from going any higher. Fortunately, they arrive at Ella’s apartment sooner than their estimated time and they scramble out of their Uber quickly.
“Thank God! Another minute in there and I would’ve started making out wit you in the back seat!” Jungwoo exhales.
“Can’t keep it in, huh? You’re really playing to lose,” Ella comments.
Jungwoo stands behind her and grabs her hips. “If it means we’ll take our clothes off sooner, I’ll gladly lose.”
She giggles at his impatience and quickly types in her apartment code.
“Just a few more minutes. And no funny business in the elevators. I can’t have a Man City fan ruining my rep in public,” Ella jokingly warns.
Jungwoo back hugs Ella and moves close to her ear to whisper, “Don’t worry. I like to do my ruining in private.”
Ella giggles as they make their way into the elevator and presses the “5” button for her floor. Thankfully, the elevator goes straight to her floor and they’re at her door soon. Ella tries to focus on opening the door while Jungwoo is pressing light kisses to her neck. Finally, she finally manages to get the door open despite the distractions. Jungwoo pushes them in and quickly pins her to the door, causing it to slam closed.
“Fucking finally!” Jungwoo shouts.
Jungwoo dives in for a kiss. He slides his hand up from her cheek and grabs her hair. Ella can feel the pent up frustrations from the way he deepens the kiss. He breaks their kiss to trail soft kisses down her neck sending shockwaves of pleasure through Ella. He finds the sensitive spot on her neck and begins sucking. His actions make Ella quiver, causing him to smirk.
“Fuck, Jungwoo,” Ella moans.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Jungwoo asks.
She points to the closed door on the opposite side of the apartment. Jungwoo goes to lift her up, before she stops him.
“I’d fuck you in these stilettos, but shoes on my bed are an absolute no.” Ella starts untying her right shoe. As good as her whole look was, she was now wishing she opted for easier shoes to get out of.
“We’ll do that somewhere else next time, Princess.” Jungwoo bends down and helps her out of her other shoe.
Once Ella’s shoes are off, Jungwoo throws her over her shoulder and heads to her bedroom. He pushes her door open and throws her on the bed. He makes quick work of taking off his sweater. Ella gasps at how ripped he is. She had felt through his clothes he was toned, but seeing his abs up close was a different kind of thrill.
Jungwoo hovers above Ella and gives her shoulder light kisses.
“Where’s the zipper?” Jungwoo asks.
Ella takes his right hand and leads it to the zipper on the back of her dress. He hastily unzips her dress, almost breaking the zipper. She slips out and tosses the dress to the side onto the pile of rejected clothes for their date. Ella unhooks her strapless bra and tosses aside as well.
“God, since I saw you in this dress, I wanted nothing more than to take it off,” Jungwoo confesses.
“Well, are you going to do anything or just talk?” Ella questions. She crawls back to Jungwoo on the bed.
Jungwoo laughs before he seals their lips. This time he moves slower, relishing the feeling of her pouty lips against his. Ella tugs his lip and lightly swipes his lower lip with her tongue to push him to pick up the pace.
“Anxious?” Jungwoo questions. He begins to trail kisses down her neck, chest and torso. He softly licks below her belly button to the hem of her underwear before he slides her underwear off. He moves his fingers down her folds, feeling her wetness.
“So wet already. You really want me, huh.” Jungwoo continues rubbing his fingers on her folds to tease her.
She gives his head a light shove, inciting a laugh from Jungwoo. He slowly rubs her clit, causing her to tremble. She arches her back when she feels him lick up her pussy. His tongue focuses on licking her clit as he slowly inserts a finger. She tangles her fingers in his hair giving it a slight tug encouraging him to continue. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers faster. The sensations drive Ella to dig her heels into Jungwoo’s back.
Jungwoo slips his fingers out causing Ella to whine. He begins kissing her while he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and slip his jeans off. Ella slides her hand down his abs, caressing his solid muscles. Her hand makes its way down to his boxers, feeling his hardness through the fabric.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jungwoo says. He shakes her hand off and hastily takes off his boxers.
“I just want to be inside you already.” He gives his already hard cock a few strokes. “Condom?”
Ella points to her night stand. Jungwoo quickly rips open the packet and puts on the condom.
“Ready?”
“I’ve been ready for hours.” Ella grabs the back of Jungwoo’s head and gives him a kiss.
Jungwoo breaks the kiss and laughs at Ella’s impatience. Ella leans back on a pillow and Jungwoo places soft kisses on her shoulder before he lines himself up to her entrance. He slowly enters Ella’s pussy.
“God,” Ella moans. Her toes curl from the pleasure she feels.
“Keep calling me your God. I’m going to fuck you like one.”
Jungwoo picks up the pace and thrusts deeper each time. The sensations cause Ella to wrap her legs around Jungwoo’s hips, trying to feel more of him. He reaches down to rub her clit, causing Ella to shake in pleasure. Ella feels her orgasm building up and digs her nails deeper in his back.
“I’m gonna come,” Ella’s voice comes out in a whisper.
Jungwoo rubs her clit faster and her orgasm finally hits her. Her pussy pulses as she rides out her orgasm. Jungwoo thrusting becomes more erratic and he takes a few more strokes before he comes too. He collapses on top of her after he’s done, almost crushing Ella's body. She’s reeling with the sensations of her orgasm and how much bigger he is than her. Jungwoo gets up after he catches his breath and discards the used condom in the bin. He slips back into the bed and snuggles close to Ella. They lay entangled together, basking in each other’s presence.
“If you won, what would you have wished for?” Jungwoo asks, after he places a soft kiss on Ellas lips.
“You really want to know that?” Ella raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I can handle it.”
Ella laughs. “I would’ve just asked to fuck.”
Jungwoo gasps. “Seriously? Did you think I was that easy? I told you I’m a gentleman!”
“You just said you wanted to rip my clothes off at the restaurant!”
“But we got to know each other first at least!”
“Whatever you say, Jungwoo. I’m sleepy. We can discuss our kinks in the morning.” Ella curls up closer to Jungwoo.
“After the Man City match.” Jungwoo muffles into her hair.
“NO! You’re not watching that trash here!” Ella shoves Jungwoo away.
“Please? We can go for round 2 before and I’ll get us breakfast.” Jungwoo pleads.
Ella contemplates for a moment. “I’ll think about it. Now let me sleep.”
Ella cuddles up to Jungwoo and rests her head on his shoulder. Maybe sleeping with the enemy wasn’t such a bad idea.
#jungwoo#jungwoo scenarios#jungwoo smut#jungwoo x reader#nct scenarios#jungwoo fanfic#nct fanfic#comedy#romantic comedy#smut#nct smut#strangers to lovers
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Sweet Treats Sero Hanta x F!Reader Birthday fic.
Happy birthday, @reinawritesbnha!!! Wanted to write you a silly little fic that I hope you enjoy.
Content Warnings:- Not SFW situations, cake destruction, nudity, crude humor, Mineta mention, awkward situations, mentions of food, mentions of drinking, probably incorrect Spanish, aged up characters.
Spanish translations are provided at the very bottom of the fic. I suggest waiting to look them up to avoid spoilers.
Y/n protested playfully as her friend dragged her towards the well known restaurant. “Come on, this place is too fancy. Pro heroes eat here! There’s no way we’re getting in without a reservation.”
Her friend laughed, continuing to lead her towards the door. “One, it’s not too fancy for your birthday. Two, we do have a reservation! It’s a weekday, so it actually wasn’t too difficult to get in. Sucks a little that we can’t party as hard, but we get to celebrate on your actual birthday, so it all works out! Now come on! Everyone else is inside already getting everything set up.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, but followed along without further protest. She really had wanted to go here. They served some of her favorite foods, and had fabulous service by all reports. The place was really popular with the pro hero set because of their discretion and their private rooms. Y/n hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of one of her favorites, but honestly, chances were slim.
Without any fuss, a waiter took their names and escorted them to their reserved private room. A cheer greeted them as they walked in.
“Happy Birthday, Y/N!!!!”
“Let’s get this party started!”
And get started they did. Drinks were served and food orders were placed. Laughter and conversation bubbled around. Someone pulled out Cards Against Humanity and everyone was cackling and cracking jokes, trying to find the most inappropriate answers to all the prompts. The fun is briefly interrupted as someone knocks on the door. A few waitstaff wheel in a covered table holding a rather large cake. They place it in a good position before bowing and hurrying out.
One of y/n’s friends stands and walks over to it, brows furrowed in confusion. “This doesn’t look like what we ordered… It’s way too big.” They murmured. “What we wanted shouldn’t need it’s own table…” They rapped their knuckles on the table a few times to emphasize their point.
Suddenly it was like the cake exploded upward. Flecks of frosting scattered about the room as first a brunet head, then a muscular torso came into view. Shapely arms pose into a flexing position. A masculine voice booms “Congrats on making the top… fifty….” His voice trailed off as he took in the shocked expressions of everyone in the room. “Youuuu are not Denki.”
Y/n shook her head as she tried very hard to keep her gaze above his waist level. A man had just jumped out of her cake. A naked man had just jumped out of her cake. A naked pro hero that she happened to have a massive crush on had just jumped out of her cake. Y/n discretely pinched herself on the thigh. Yep, it hurt. Which means Sero Hanta was currently naked in the same room as her, his very nice looking cock covered in cake and cream. She snapped her gaze back upward as the blushing hero began muttering to himself, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.
“That was… The knocks were the cue… I mean…”
The hero sank to his knees, the messy remains of the box and cake giving him a little bit of privacy.
“Mi vida se acabó. Me acurrucaré en este pastel y moriré ahora. Puedo ver los titulares. El héroe profesional Cellophane encontrado desnudo y muerto en un pastel.”
Y/n quickly stood up, hurrying over to where the leftover party supplies were. Luckily, there was a leftover tablecloth, since the restaurant had supplied their own. She cautiously walked back over to Sero, holding out the tablecloth.
“Hey, it’s alright. Promise. Want to cover up with this?”
Sero blinked a few times, taking several deep breaths before he nodded, reaching out and taking the tablecloth. He hurriedly wrapped it around himself, recovering some of his modesty. “Gracias. Lo siento. I must have been wheeled into the wrong room.”
Y/n nodded as one of her friends brought Sero a drink to help calm him down. “Want us to get some staff or find your friends? I don’t think you want to wear a tablecloth the rest of the night, though it is a rather bold fashion statement.”
Sero closed his eyes, taking a gulp of his drink as he thought for a moment. “Flag down some staff, but ask them to bring Kirishima here? He should have my clothes.”
“No need to get dressed on our account!” One of y/n’s friends chirped.
“In fact we could strip if you want. Make it all an equal playing field.” Another friend said as they headed out the door in search of someone to help them.
Y/n buried her face in her hands and groaned. “I’m going to murder you all. No court would convict me. Murder is legal on your birthday, right?”
“Wait, it’s your birthday?” For the first time since he popped out of the cake, Hanta took his time to actually look around the room. Black, white, and yellow balloons hung in the corners. Crepe paper twisted around the edges of the room. Some presents were piled in one corner. “Oh Dios Mio, it’s your birthday. My naked ass ruined your birthday.”
“Not ruined.” Y/n chuckled, dropping her hands so she could look Sero in the eyes. “Unexpected for sure. You’ve definitely made this the most exciting birthday I’ve had. Will be telling the story for years. The time I accidentally got a naked man for my birthday.”
Sero raised his eyebrows. “Not gonna mention the pro hero part? Some people would pay good money for that, I’m sure.”
Y/n vigorously shook her head. “No way! I wouldn’t want to hurt your career like that! You’ve got lots more important stuff to do than to do damage control on your public image. I promise it doesn’t leave this room.”
The others in the room nodded and spoke up in agreement. “Yeah dude. Honest mistake. We’ll laugh about it amongst ourselves, then forget about it.”
About this time, the door burst open.
“Dude!”
A blond rushed into the room. Denki, took a moment to take in the scene in front of him before he doubled over, howling with laughter. Kirishima, Bakugou, and Mina followed shortly behind.
“Sorry,” Kirishima rubbed his head, slightly embarrassed. “Once Denks figured out what was going on, we couldn’t stop him.”
“This is better than if it had gone right!” Denki wheezed, flopping over onto the floor. “Happy birthday, nice to meet you! Here’s my dick, give it a lick, it tastes like vanilla!” Kaminari dissolved into nearly hysterical laughter as both Sero and y/n flushed scarlet. Bakugou gave Denki a less than gentle boot to the ribs. “It’s not that funny you fucking overgrown phone charger. You really need to quit hanging out with Mineta.”
“I don’t know, guys, I think it’s pretty funny.” Mina grinned as leaned against the doorframe. “And I must say, the tablecloth toga is on point. Should consider it for your next costume redesign.”
“Hardy har. Didn’t realize this was comedy hour. Now, did any of you payasos bring me my clothing?”
Kirishima held up a bag and gave it a shake. “Clothes and wipes to get the gunk off ya.”
“Gracias, Eijiro. You’re the only good man here.”
“Hey!” Bakugou objected.
“You’ll make the buen amigo list again if you manage to get services comped for these lovely folks.”
“Already did that as soon as we figured out what happened, soy sauce face.”
“Excellent. Thank you.” Sero sighed. “Now can you please help me out of this table so that I can get dressed and quit intruding on the party of this encantadora dama?”
“Nope!” Mina laughed. “Or at least not right away. First, pictures!”
“¿Imágenes? ¿Seriamente?” Sero groaned.
“Absolutely! We need to capture this moment forever!”
“Agreed! I’ll take the pics so everyone else can crowd in and hand me your cameras if you want!” y/n’s friend piped up.
“If any of these pictures get out…” Bakugou growled.
“We’ve already been over that. Personal mementos only! Scout’s honour!” y/n’s friend placed a hand over their heart and tried to tame their grin into something more serious.
And so that’s how y/n found herself perched next to her favorite hero, as flash after flash went off, taking group shots. And it seemed that also just as quickly, Kirishima was helping to haul his friend out of the cake and cardboard remains. They took over a corner, Denki and Kirishima holding up the tablecloth like a privacy curtain while Sero got himself cleaned up and dressed. It was around this time that a very apologetic staff member showed up with a large angel food cake, placing it on the table while assuring everyone that their bills had been taken care of. They wheeled out the other cake as they left. After Sero was fully dressed, y/n cleared her throat and said, “Would you like to stay for cake since yours is gone now? Or have you had enough cake for the night?”
“Well,” Sero drawled, a mischievous grin on his face. “I’m not rude enough to refuse a lady her wish on her birthday.”
“You had me at cake!” Denki exclaimed, already sliding into a chair.
Everyone gathered around the table. Happy Birthday was sung, candles were blown out, cake was cut and distributed. Conversation flowed surprisingly easy, talking about jobs, and pets, and birthdays past. Y/n shared about the birthday they’d almost accidentally set their nan on fire due to an unfortunate silly string incident. Sero told about the birthday that was the day his quirk fully activated and he had accidentally taped himself to the ceiling. It had taken his family half an hour to find him. Bakugou claimed to have never had an embarrassing birthday, and threatened to explode his friends' faces when the rest of the Bakusquad started listing one thing after another. And so several hours flew by with everyone enjoying themselves. Bakugou finally looked at the clock and stretched, standing up.
“Hey nerds, place if going to close soon. We need to go grab our shit.”
The others glanced at the clock before also scrambling up. “Shit, yeah, completely lost track of time!” Denki headed to the door. “Later, gators! Had an awesome night! Should do it again sometime. And happy birthday, Y/n!”
“Thanks, was a great night! And congrats on cracking the top fifty!” Y/n called.
Denki waved as he walked out the door. Mina, Kirishima, and Bakugou also said their goodbyes and headed out. Sero, however, lingered for a bit.
“It did turn out to be a good night. But I am still sorry for interrupting your party like that.”
“For the last time, it’s fine” Y/n laughed.
Sero cast his eyes down, bashfully, mumbling protests. But then, he noticed something attached to your bag. He interrupted his own rambling apology to ask “Is that a Cellophane tape dispenser key chain?”
Really, he didn’t have to ask. He knew all his own merch. That particular key chain was one of his first products. It hadn’t sold very well, and had only lasted one small run. They were really hard to find anymore.
Before y/n had a chance to reply, her friend clapped her on the shoulder and said “Yep! She has three of them. One on her purse, a spare in case this one breaks, and one to keep in pristine condition.”
“Shut! Up!” Y/n hissed.
Grinning, her friend continued. “Pretty sure she has at least one of everything of the official merch. She’s been a mega fan for years. Total simp. That’s why the party colors were black, white, and yellow. Low key Cellophane themed.”
Y/n closed her eyes, resigned. “If the floor doesn’t swallow me up right now, I’m burning your Dynamite body pillow next chance I get.”
Sero blushed as he grinned, one long arm raising to scratch the back of his head. “Well now I don’t feel quite so bad about what happened. One of a kind birthday show for my partidaria número uno.”
Y/n could feel their blush creeping down their neck. “Really, it was just an honest mistake! No big deal!” She squeaked.
“Regardless, I do want to make it up to you, hermosa. So, how about we exchange numbers?”
“What?!” Y/n’s squeak reached an abnormally high pitch.
“Well this way we can get in touch, and I can make it up to you somehow. Some exclusive merch. Tickets to an event… A date perhaps?” Hanta’s grin spread wider.
Y/n’s brain stalled. Her friends were quick to jump in. “Yes!”
“She’d love to.”
“She’s free next Friday and Sunday!”
Y/n’s brain started to kick back in “Guys, what? No!”
“So you wouldn’t like to go out with me next Sunday?” Hanta whined with an exaggerated pout.
“No! I mean…” Y/n drew a deep shaking breath. “I’d… I’d like that. If you actually mean it, that is.”
Hanta pulled out his phone and handed it to y/n. “Absolutely. Just put in your number and I’ll text you. No voy a dejar pasar esta oportunidad. Tendríamos la mejor historia para contarles a nuestros hijos cómo nos conocimos.”
Y/n furrowed their eyebrows, only managing to catch a few words of the Spanish as they entered their number in. “I didn’t quite catch all that…”
One of y/n’s friends called from across the room. “Hey slick! Es mejor que al menos haya una propuesta antes de planificar los hijos.”
Hanta blushed bright red while laughing. “Noted.”
Y/n handed Sero his phone back. “Neither of you are going to tell me what you said, are you?”
“Nope! I’ll be texting you soon, hermosa. But for now, hasta luego.” Sero waved before jogging out the door and down the hallway, heading back to his friends. Y/n waved, before going to help clean up, ignoring the giggles and teasing of her friends. Soon enough, everything was taken care of. Y/n said her goodbyes and headed out. She hadn’t even made it to the car before her phone buzzed in her pocket. When she pulled it out, there was a text from an unknown number that read “I can’t wait to see what the future brings. Happy Birthday, Princesa.”
My life is over.
I'll curl up in this cake and die now.
I can see the headlines. Professional hero Cellophane found naked and dead in a cake.
Thank you. I’m sorry.
My God.
Clowns
Thanks
Good friend.
Lovely lady.
Pictures? Seriously?”
Number one fan.
Beautiful.
I will not miss this opportunity. We would have the best story to tell our children how we met.
There better at least be a proposal before you plan of children.
Princess
Taglist- @kat-unzel
#reinawritesbnha#happy birthday#i'm blessed to have you as a friend#birthday fic#sero x reader#hanta x reader#sero hanta x reader#hanta sero x reader#cellophane x reader#sero reader insert#hanta reader insert#reader insert#bnha reader insert#misuse of cake#aged up characters
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｢ @pommedoll ｣
Mammon’s receiving a couple of texts in a row from Kiwa!
> hey, Mams!!!!!! ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡
> ok so don’t freak out but image coming through is a little nsfw!!!!!
> it’s NOT naughty tho I pinky promise!!!! (⸝⸝•́દ•̀⸝⸝)
His phone would ding again, a photo attachment appearing on the screen this time— just as she had warned. It was, admittedly, a ‘little’ nsfw. It wasn’t inherently sexual in nature, but the image clearly was of Kiwa’s upper chest. Looking closer, though… was an intricate painting resting on her tan skin. It was located on her upper chest— right over her heart.
The painting was of a bird. A crow, specifically. A familiar crow… literally. Mammon’s own head familiar Duchess was so lovingly depicted in a detailed painting above his human’s heart. She sat upon a rose of gold, a mischievous twinkle in the drawings eyes that reflected that of the birds master.
More texts would quickly follow the image, frantic yet excited in nature.
> I hope I painted her ok!!!! ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )
> Duchess is a gorgeous bird. I always love seeing you two interact….
> maybe I should get this tattooed somewhere?
> love you ~（*＾ワ＾*）
As for the location of the painting? It wasn’t planned, she’d simply ran out of room to paint on her arms with warm up sketches. It made sense, though, to have something so closely related to Mammon placed above her heart.
As much as she loved him, she loved his familiars, too. Kiwa would always give his crows a small snack and perhaps something shiny to collect whenever she saw them. Seeing those items occasionally end up kept in Mammon’s room somewhere was her favorite though… it was so sweet and cute to her.
The short string of rapid-fire texts had almost gone ignored, as he was under the assumption that it was one of his brothers that aimed to disturb him, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Thumbing at the screen, he blearily blinked at the name of the sender. His human! Suddenly, he felt the boring and monotonous drag of another dull Student Council meeting leave his sloping shoulders.
Kiwa’s claims did nothing to cool the burst of heat that settled in his cheeks and under his collar. Discreetly as he could, he glanced towards the middle of the arching table, relieved to find that neither Lucifer nor Diavolo were paying him any attention.
> Didn’t think ya had it in ya, babe!
> Sendin’ me dirty pictures while I’m in a meeting.
> Ya got guts. I like it!
He anticipated something risqué, but what he received was. . . better.
Much, much better.
Slouched in his seat, face still tinged with red but soft with admiration, Mammon slowly let his eyes meander across the image. He tapped the picture, prompting it to zoom in and grant him a closer glance at the details.
The highlights in the feathers put a sensation in his fingers that reminded him of the loving stroked he would give to his familiar’s wings. The sharpness of her beak made the tiny scars on his hands twinge. She’d been so stubborn as a baby, and she was still equally stubborn now, but he loved her. The glint in her eye, the way she held herself with grace and poise atop the gorgeous rose. She was a vision, and it made him ache to see her again. Unfortunately, familiars weren’t allowed during meetings. Stupid rules. . .
Mammon scoffed, noted that it drew in Lucifer’s attention and was quick to tuck his phone away. He grinned, flashing his older brother a toothy grin. ‘ I’m payin’ attention! ’ it said, but that wasn’t true. He was given a sharp glare before the meeting continued and he was given the chance to reply.
> Holy shit, it looks great!
> How’d ya even do that?
> It’s hard enough paintin’ on somethin’ in front’a me!
> But ya did it on your own body. Ya really are somethin’ else, treasure.
> And ya painted my baby!
> I bet she’d love it too. I’ll have t’show her later.
> Actually, meet me outside once this meetin’ is done.
> I’ll call ‘er and we can show her together.
#suggestive cw#pommedoll#「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face THE mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#「 r. pretty and pink like sweet champagne ( mammon ; kiwa ) 」#( ; u ; he loves the idea so much )#( if she DID get it tattooed he would be OVER THE MOON holy heck )#( he wouldn't have thought she'd love his familiar as much as he does aaAAA )#( this is cute as all heck )
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♊︎ 9 Great Gemini Characters in Anime ♊︎
Gemini characters in anime/manga are RARE, and Gemini characters that aren’t deluded, deviant, unhinged, or warped are even rarer (think Hisoka from Hunter x Hunter). Therefore, I compiled this list to bring some light to characters that are doing the Gemini name proud! None of these characters are without their own personal demons and struggles, but all of them, in my opinion, are redeemable, complex characters who exemplify the Gemini archetype.
Note: This list is in no particular order, I love all these characters equally haha!
1. Shouko Nishimiya from A Silent Voice | Koe no Katachi
June 7th
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Shouko is a gentle, sweet, and overall kind soul who struggles to communicate and connect with other people because of her deafness. Despite the barriers she faces, more than anything she yearns to communicate and socialize with others and hopes to make friends. Because of this desire, in grade school she uses a journal to communicate through writing, and she often urges her classmates to write in her journal in order to talk to her. This is certainly fitting, because Gemini, being ruled by mercury, is all about communication—whether through body language, speech, or writing.
Shouko faces many hardships throughout the story—such as bullying, the worsening of her hearing, and her grandmother’s death—but through it all she smiles to mask her deep inner pain and to ease the minds of those she cares about. This reluctance to engage negative emotions, and desire to not trouble other people with one’s own emotions, is truly characteristic of Gemini energy.
Gemini energy is associated with the third house—the house of communication, short distance travel, and siblings—and as such, it’s no surprise that Shouko has an extremely close connection and relationship with her sister, Yuzuru.
2. Shoya Ishida from A Silent Voice | Koe no Katachi
June 6th
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Shoya is a deeply troubled character who struggles to connect with other people because of his intense anxiety, self-loathing, and remorse over his past mistakes. His past consumes him, and the mistake that troubles him most is the fact that in elementary school, he bullied Shouko Nishimiya, a deaf classmate.
In grade-school, Shoya was a social boy with many friends despite his propensity towards rash, reckless behavior. But things changed for him in sixth grade. Keenly observant, Shoya noticed the frustration of his friends and classmates that developed because of Shouko’s seemingly “special” treatment. Additionally, Shoya felt the dynamic in his friend group changing. In his immaturity, he blames these changes and his frustrations on Shouko, and begins to bully her as a result. Part of the tension between Shoya and Shouko was that Shoya could not understand Shouko or communicate with her. Above all, understanding and communication are central to Geminis, and so it’s no surprise that this lack of understanding is what leads to major tension between these two characters.
Shoya is shown to be an intelligent person; for example, when Yuzuro decided to give school a second chance, it’s Shoya she seeks out in order to tutor her. He is also shown to be a gentle person. For example, when it comes to his family, Shoya is shown to deeply care for his mother, sister, and niece—he works extremely hard to pay back his debt to his mother, and he is always gentle, kind, and attentive towards his little niece, Maria.
3. Mamushi Hojo from Blue Exorcist | Ao no Exorcist
June 4th
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With her textbook tsundere personality, Mamushi embodies the Gemini archetype of “the twins!” On the surface, Mamushi is aloof with an independent personality, however, underneath her cold social mask she has a deep affection for her family (especially her sisters), and her mentor, Todo. Also, later on in the series, her husband Juzo comments that she has a soft side to her personality, too. This extreme duality is quite characteristic of Gemini energy.
Unfortunately, it is her misplaced affection, loyalty, and trust towards the traitor Todo that leads to her betraying her family in the Impure King arc of the series. However, once she realizes her mistake, she is genuinely devastated and remorseful because she cares for her family and is devoted to her responsibilities to the temple and as an Exorcist.
Mamushi is a calm and studious person with a strong sense of loyalty and justice. Mamushi seems to experience some degree of anxiety when it comes to socializing, partly because she is a serious individual who prefers to keep to herself and her close friends. She seems to enjoy nature and the company of animals, and takes great care of her Nagas (snake demons), for which she has great affection.
4. Kōshi Sugawara from Haikyu!!
June 13th
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Suga is a dependable pillar of support for the Karasuno volleball team and is known as “the indomitable setter” because of his enduring nature. Though Suga has a predominantly calm, gentle, and nurturing presence, when he gets impassioned he shows no qualms about yelling at his team from the sidelines or saying what’s on his mind. Suga also has a good sense of humour and enjoys teasing his teammates! Despite his calm demeanor, he has a prominent mischievous side, too; for example, he encourages Hinata to crash the Youth Camp and finds it hilarious that Hinata does indeed go ahead and attend uninvited. These noticeable dualities are definitely characteristic of Gemini energy!
Suga truly wants what is best for the team even though it means allowing Kageyama to be the team’s main setter without protest, despite the fact that Suga has seniority. Though he is often sidelined, Suga is an intelligent and observant player, who excels at detecting the mood and state of his team-mates. Further, he is good at coming up with new and clever game plays and tactics. He is also shown to be a studious individual who prioritizes studying.
5. Umetarou Nozaki from Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun | Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun
June 6th
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Of all the Geminis on this list, no other better represents the Gemini archetype of “the storytelller” than Umetarou! He is a passionate mangaka who is wholly devoted to the art and craft of producing his shoujo manga, “Let’s Fall in Love.” Umetarou is an observant person who constantly looks for story ideas in his everyday life.There is a strong duality to Umetarou’s personality—underneath his serious demeanour, he has an incredibly imaginative and playful nature that comes out when he tests possible story-lines for his manga out on his friends.
He is a gentle, social, and considerate person who goes to great lengths for his friends. When his assistants/friends gather at his apartment, he’s a thoughtful host who makes extra food for everyone, and he genuinely seems to enjoy sharing meals with other people and attending to guests. He even often lets his male friends stay overnight. He also allows his friend Mikorin to stash his suggestive manga, dating simulation video-games, and figurines at his apartment (talk about a good friend!). Also, Umetarou does his utmost to ensure Chiyo is happy—her distress is shown to greatly unnerve him. Umetarou is also close with his siblings despite living apart from them.
Though Umetarou is intelligent, he is emotionally dense. He doesn’t recognize that Chiyo has a crush on him even though her feelings are incredibly obvious. It’s unclear whether he TRULY doesn’t realize her feelings, or if he is only pretending to be oblivious because he is uncomfortable with his emotions and Chiyo’s emotions. Since he writes a manga about love, his discomfort with romance is pretty ironic! However, discomfort surrounding difficult emotions is quite characteristic of Gemini energy.
6. Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer | Kimetsu no Yaiba
June 1st
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While all the characters on this list have an inherent caring, gentle nature that is characteristic of Gemini energy, Mitsuri takes it a step further! In the tarot, the card associated with Gemini energy from the major arcana is “the lovers.” This is certainly fitting, as she is the Hashira of love. On top of that, her goal is to find a partner who is stronger than she is to marry.
Mitsuri is passionate, sweet, and affectionate. She greatly admires her peers and compliments them nonstop in her own mind—though, her shyness prevents her from voicing these thoughts aloud. Additionally, Mitsuri’s being and personality embodies duality; though she has a gentle personality, she is a fearsome fighter with great agility and strength.
Like others on the list, when it comes to difficult emotions, Mitsuri becomes withdrawn. It’s clear that Obani Iguro is in love with her, yet she remains largely ignorant of his emotions. She also seems to experience some degree of anxiety and overthinking when it comes to expressing herself to her peers, and is most comfortable residing in her own world inside her mind.
7 & 8. Kaoru & Hikaru Hitachiin from Ouran High School Host Club | Ōran Kōkō Hosuto Kurabu
June 9th
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The mischievous and witty twins, Kaoru and Hikaru, certainly tap into the gemini archetypes of “the trickster” as well as “the twins.” As twins, the two have a deep sibling bond. Both are intelligent, witty, and curious.
They both have a great capability for affection, however, before joining the host club, Kaoru and Hikaru are shown to be somewhat aloof with everyone but each other, leading their peers to think they are simply stuck-up. The truth is that their distant, cold exteriors mask a deep turbulence and sadness within them that arises due to an inner isoation and loneliness that both of them carry. Identity is a key theme for the twins because other people cannot tell them apart. The failure of other people to recognize them as individuals brings both of them great inner sadness, but at each of their cores, they long for true connection and friendship with people other than each other.
Easily bored, these two enjoy playing jokes and tricks on their friends. They both have playful personalities, and don’t mean harm, but at times their playfulness moves beyond mischievous toward manipulative. Personality wise, Hikaru is more expressive, open, and emotionally immature than Kaoru, whereas Kaoru is more observant, reserved, and attuned to the emotions and expressions of other people than Hikaru.
9. Ryota Kise from Kuroko’s Basketball | Kuroko no Basuke
June 18th
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Of the “Generation of Miracles” characters, Kise is arguably the most gentle— next to Aquarius Kuroko, that is! Kise has a sweet and friendly personality with a bit of a competitive edge. Emotionally, Kise is quite expressive, even crying upon his first ever basketball loss.
Kise is extremely intelligent and observant. Additionally, he is an insanely fast learner. His “special talent” is the ability to see any basketball move once, analyze it, learn it, then execute it as if it were his own all along. This exceptional ability to mirror others’ and learn quickly certainly plays into the strengths of Gemini energy!
When it comes to basketball Kise starts out as a competitive and selfish player, but after losing to Kuroko’s team and realizing he can’t win on his own, he begins to lean on his own team-mates more and appreciate them. All in all, he is a popular person who cares about his friends and prioritizes developing his friendships. Kise clearly desires a friendship with Kuroko, as he makes every effort to seek him out and talk to try to establish a deeper connection despite their situation as rivals from different teams.
The End!
Notes:
*apparently May Gemini’s don’t exist in anime which breaks my little May Gemini heart 😭
* Keep in mind this list is limited to characters that I have personally encountered in anime and/or manga or light novels :)
Tell me your favourite Gemini characters!
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Birthday Sex
pairing: Jaemin x reader
genre: smut, food kink, morning sex, male receiving, unprotected
summary: You decide to wake Jaemin up and have some fun with him on his birthday
note: Fun fact: Jaemin and my brother have the same birthday, except he’s nine years older than my bro. Anyways hope you like this as well as whipped cream.
requested by anon.
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You rubbed your eyes, groaning as your sleep crept away from you. Turning around you stared at Jaemin’s sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful. Smiling, you quietly slipped off the bed and sauntered away to the kitchen, fixing yourself a cup of coffee. Going through your phone, you sat up on the counter, scrolling through your social media. For some reason there was an unusual amount of Jaemin hashtags trending. That’s when it hit you.
Today was Jaemin’s birthday. Starting to panic, you stumbled around the kitchen trying to think of something you could make him as an early morning gift. Unfortunately, as Jaemin was on a break, he had been taking you out a lot, especially to eat. This meant that you had nothing except for a few fruits, milk and a can of whipped cream. Ooh. You picked up the bottle of whipped cream, spraying some on your finger and licking it off. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you made your way back to your bedroom.
Entering quietly as to ensure that your boyfriend was still asleep. You walked over to him and straddled his waist, making him shift in his sleep, now laying on his back. His hair was messy and his hands lay sprawled above his head like a little baby. He looked so innocent. And what you were about to do was far from it.
You sprayed a small amount of the cream on his ear lobe, leaning down to lick it off with a quick swipe of your tongue. He flinched at your action making you coo at him. You put some cream on his cheek, and sucked it in with your lips. Jaemin mumbled something, furrowing his eyebrows as he swatted at his face. Finally, you dropped some of the cool substance on his lips, bending down and giving him a big fat kiss. You felt him grab your elbows and you pulled back to get his reaction. His eyes burst open and his tongue slipped out of his mouth quickly taking in whatever was left of the whipped cream.
“Happy Birthday!”, you said quietly, only for him to hear. He broke into a smile and hid his face in his hands, mumbling a quick thank you. He pulled you down, hugging you as he pressed a warm kiss to your forehead. While he embraced you, some of the whipped cream squirted onto his collar bone. You giggled and licked it off, the gasp leaving his lips not going unnoticed by you. You smirked at him and dotted the cream along his neck. He sat up straight waiting for your next move. You attached your lips to his neck, smearing the cream on his warm skin with your tongue, sucking at the place. You pulled back once you were sure that you had left your mark. You did the same with the other drops you had made, stooping at the last one which was strategically placed at the place where he loved it the most. You sucked extra hard earning a groan from Jaemin.
You sat up once again, pulling his shirt off his head and onto the floor. You sprayed a line staring down his chest all the way to the waistband of his boxers. As you lapped up the cream you felt his body tense up as you got closer to his crotch. Licking up the vein on his abdomen, you looked into his eyes as you pulled his pants down to his feet and settled yourself between his legs. His eyes widened slightly when you covered his dick with the whipped cream, tossing the can near his head. He watched as you licked a stripe up his length, groaning at the way the cream sat on the tip of your tongue. You swallowed the cream, grinning at the sweet taste before going down on him completely. Jaemin let out a loud groan, the lewd sound encouraging you to take him all the way. You let his tip hit the back of your throat, moaning as you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. He fisted his hand in your hair, guiding you at a slow pace. Once he was fully hard, you clamped your lips around his wide base, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking his dick all the way to the tip and letting it go with a pop.
You stripped yourself of whatever clothing you had while Jaemin sat up, back perched against the headboard. Picking up the can of whipped cream, he waited for you to position yourself over him before filling your tight hole with the sugar. Before it could leak out, he sat you down on his length, the cream acting as a perfect lubricant. You started moving up and down his dick, the sound of the whipped cream squelching inside you pussy combined with your loud moans and whines was too much for Jaemin to take. He spread the cream along your neck and collar bone, mimicking your actions as he marked your skin. He applied some of the cream to your nipples, spreading it around with his fingers before proceeding to lick and suck on the ever hardening nub. Paying equal attention to both your breasts he cursed under his breath as he felt his high approaching. “Y/n.”, he groaned into your neck, pulling you closer to him. You rocked along his length deliciously, clenching around him as a way to get him to his high. He clutched onto your waist, hanging on for dear life. His cock twitched inside you and he released his hot seed, low moans mixed with your name escaping his mouth. You helped him ride it out, moaning louder than before as you felt your own orgasm following up.
Jaemin was quick to slip you off his length and put you down on the bed. He rested his face between your legs, spreading them for better access. He licked along your core, picking up all the fluids which had seeped out of you. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them to hit your g-spot as his sucked hungrily on your clit. You moaned loudly, grabbing his hair in you hands, the knot forming in your stomach tightening faster than ever. “I’m coming!”, you shrieked, arching your back as Jaemin sped up his pace. His tongue entered your core and he began fucking you with it, rubbing fast circles on your throbbing clit. He moaned when you came, the taste of his cum mixed with your own as well as the sweet cream proving a heavenly match for him. He lapped up every single drop inside you, leaving you spotless clean while you came down from your high. Giving you a triumphant smile, he picked you up and transported you both the shower. Letting the warm water cascade down your naked bodies, he hugged you back and played his head on your shoulder. “Thanks for the best birthday present ever babe.”
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Heyyo I love when you take blurb requests because i know we are going to be Fed 😍 anyways I would love a continuation of the meet cute with the Cross rog now that he knows she's single and ready to mingle he can let his cheeky/flirty seduction take over!! 😳🔥
ahhh this was a fun one to go back to!
No warning, just short and sweet and a lil bit flirty
Meet Cute
Blurb Advent: Day 11
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You followed Roger back inside the studio where everyone else seemed to be finishing up and packing away their instruments. Peter immediately looked your way and you gave him a sly thumbs up to let him know you got the date.
“Give me a second,” Roger said quietly, heading back to the mixing desk. You took the opportunity to head towards Peter.
“Think I might need a rain check on that movie,”
“Well done on successfully seducing Rog then,”
“Thanks,” you laughed, “Wouldn’t have taken so long if he hadn’t thought we were an item. Apparently something Spike said gave him that impression,”
“Urgh, gross,” Peter scrunched up his nose, “That’d be like dating my sister,”
“Preaching to the choir, man.”
“Are you gonna be free tomorrow?”
“Well,” you looked over at Roger who was slipping his wallet into his pocket, “I mean, I guess that depends on how well things go this afternoon. I’ll call you in the morning and tell you how it went.”
“Nothing too detailed, please,”
“I can’t make any promises.” You laughed as you leaned in to hug Peter and kissed his cheek.
Goodbyes were said, most of the band catching you in hugs as you headed for the exit accompanied by Roger. You couldn’t help but giggle at Spike’s shocked expression when Roger placed his hand on the small of your back as he walked you out to his car, steering you in the right direction.
“So, did you have somewhere in mind?” he asked, opening the passenger door for you,”
“Thanks,” you said as you slid into the seat and reached for your belt, continuing talking once Roger had taken his place behind the wheel, “There’s this nice little café a couple of streets over,”
“The one with all the yellow beach umbrellas over the tables outside?”
“Yeah, you know it?”
“We do a lot of coffee runs while we’re recording and they’re do the best cup in the area,”
“I imagine you’d need the caffeine to get through an album. Is it always as repetitive as it was today?”
Roger laughed, the sound warm, “Yeah, pretty much. It can drag on a bit sometimes too, especially if everyone’s got different ideas about what it should sound like. It’s fun though,” he said quickly, “We’re always goofing around and making jokes. Much more fun recording an album with the band than on my own, especially when you have to stay at it late to get things finished.”
“I had fun in there with you all today,”
“You did?”
“Yeah. It was nice seeing what Peter does and I’ve met the others before so it was good to catch up with them. Plus, watching you.”
“Watching me?” Roger looked over to you with a raised eyebrow and then back to the road as he found a parking spot.
“Oh yeah. All I could think about was getting you alone so I could ask you out.”
“Well you got me,” he laughed, leading you towards the café. You took your seats, outside under one of the umbrellas, and ordered your drinks. Roger added in a couple of the slices of cake he’d seen in the display at the counter, double checking they were okay with you. There was a pause as the waitress walked away but Roger was quick to fill it.
“So how long have you known Peter?”
“Oh god, years. He lived next door to me when we were kids and our mums sort of became friends and would baby sit for each other. Kind of had no choice but to be Peter’s friend since I saw him so often.”
“Oh wow, so you go right back,”
“Yeah, bit crazy really.”
Roger laughed again, “Little bit. Has he always been so…”
“Mischievous?”
“Yes, that’s a good word for it,”
You laughed, “Yeah he was a right little shit from day one,”
Roger joined in with your laughter as he told you about some of Peter’s antics in the studio, until the laughter naturally subsided. “Enough about Peter, I already know him. Tell me about yourself. Are you still studying?”
Aside from a few small pauses between topics, talking to Roger was easy. He was charming and kind, asking you lots of questions and telling you about his own life. He mentioned Queen of course, but it wasn’t in a braggy way. And he never acted as if he was doing you a favour by letting you be seen with him. Midway through the conversation a young fan interrupted to ask for an autograph. Roger was happy to oblige, asking the boys name as he signed his own and then apologised to you once and continued on with his story without making a big deal of it. On top of how down to earth he was, Roger also had a wicked sense of humour, able to find the joke in just about any situation and matched your flirting equally. It was a fun first date, and a lot less awkward than most you’d been on.
Afterwards Roger offered to drop you home, once again opening the passenger door for you and continuing your conversation in between checking he was driving in the right direction. He pulled up outside your apartment building and offered to walk you to the door.
“I had a really great time,” you said as you fell in step beside him.
“Yeah me too. I’m really glad Peter brought you along and that you aren’t seeing him,”
You laughed, “I’m very glad I came.”
“I think I already know the answer but, can I see you again?”
“Yes, definitely. But, if you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet, you could come up to my flat.”
For the first time all afternoon Roger seemed a little lost for words.
“Not the answer you were expecting?”
“The first part was,” he looked over your shoulder at the doorway, as if considering your offer, “I like how forward you are and it’s a very tempting offer but I really should be off. I wasn’t expecting to end up on a date today and I’m meant to be meeting with a few record company people this evening. Sorry,”
“You don’t even have time for one drink?”
Roger let out a breathy laugh as he looked down, “No, unfortunately not. I get the feeling that if I went up to yours, I wouldn’t want to leave again too soon.”
“That’s probably true. But you better call soon so you can find out for real.”
#my writing#my blurbs#blurb advent 2020#roger taylor x reader#roger taylor imagine#Anonymous#bit different to what i posted yesterday lmao#idk if this is any good#im very tired
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Bad Study Habits ft. Miya Twins
In which the Miya Twins learn not to waste your time when they are the ones that asked for help. That, and that their necks are surprisingly quite sensitive.
(Call it a commemoration for Miya Osamu finally having his character designs introduced, even if it’s the fucking laziest but most beautiful thing I’ve seen all week)
Miya Atsumu x Reader, 1500+ words
Miya Osamu x Reader, 1700+ words
(I promise, I love them, almost equally)
Miya Atsumu
“Why do I need ta know Avocado’s number? Unless he’s down to help a brother getting blue balled by his own girlfriend, tell him I’m not interested.”
“It’s Avogadro’s number and for once in your life can you not think with your dick? We’re not here to have sex; I’m here to make you pass your chemistry test so you don’t get another detention for slacking off in class!”
For the past eighteen minutes, you had been using your middle and index finger to rub circles into your temple, a vain attempt to soothe the hammering headache that jabbed your eyelids each time Atsumu opened his mouth.
When your boyfriend had come to your door, ‘begging’ you to help him with chemistry, you found it pleasantly endearing. For all the faults to which Miya Atsumu had—for which there were many—he had unfortunately perfected the art of looking just sheepish enough that it became adorable while still bristling his feathers like a proud peacock that just made you want to pull his chubby cheeks. He was the naughty puppy that still had his ravenous canines punctured in your favourite lita boots with his tail tucked between his legs. He was that one bad kid in every class who fooled around but all the female teachers doted on him anyways because he was charismatic in that childishly infuriating way that made them lower their standards when he finally put in the effort.
Miya Atsumu, put bluntly, is a godforsaken brat.
“[Name]-chan! My chem teacher’s threatenin’ me! He said if I fail one more quiz I’ll have to sit through at least three detentions just, doin’ I don’t know, symbiosis! You gotta help me; you’re my girlfriend, aren’tcha?”
Yet, you somehow fell for this idiot anyway.
Enamoured with his honey-lemon eyes, you decided not to tell him that what you were doing was in fact stoichiometry and symbiosis is actually a biology term. But with the way he had grabbed your shoulders, for an inexperienced lover like yourself, it was more than enough to trigger a visceral reaction that caused some internal organ to clog your throat. His subtle guilt-trip did not go unnoticed but with your brain short-circuiting, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead, you had dumbly nodded, cursing your inability to deal with intimacy and members of the opposite sex as you allowed him to barge into your home.
Since he was always practicing, you thought it would be a chance to do something that couples do. Using your infinite knowledge collated from various fanfictions and shoujo manga online, you had constructed a seemingly infallible plan to make the most of your time with Atsumu. It involved having every excuse to stare at him without being teased for it and if anything, you would be in the rare position of the teaser, playfully pointing out his mistakes to which he’d probably pout and whine about before undoubtedly, once you were done, he’d demand a reward. Enter obligatory make out sesh. Which of course, was more than welcome in your book. You were a simple girl and he had cultivated excellently curved muscles from his years of volleyball, sue your transparency.
There was just one chink in your perfectly polished armoured plan.
Atsumu was a brat above all else. A horny one.
Tutoring him was like trying to make caramel for the first time.
At first, you think it’s going well. You’re simmering the white sugar, careful and attentive, determined to make it a success. Yet, as the browning starts to come in from the edges, a funny aroma that was not the scent of sweetness but one of something being grossly burned beyond recovery did you realise just how taxing the job was. Before you knew it, it was like having your kitchen on fire, the ignition source being the abomination that is Miya Atsumu.
As Osamu would say, “His mental age regresses by five years when he’s playing. . . but it plummets by ten when he’s, god forbid it, studyin’.”
If he wasn’t whining, he was trying to stroke your legs with his spider fingers under the kotatsu, creeping up your thigh only to be smacked away by your own hand to which he’d just go back to loudly whining. He had the attention span of a five year old and the attitude of a twelvie that equalled a near migraine for you. Least to say, you were far too annoyed to be turned on now so you had abruptly gotten up in a fit of annoyance, told him you were going to drink some water and left him in the living room.
You sighed, the water only granted a moment’s worth of reprieve as you headed back to the living room to see his honey coloured mop of hair from behind. Your eye twitched when you looked from behind to see him doodling an avant-garde penis on the page. Lovely.
He still hadn’t noticed you peering over his shoulder so you took the chance to admire the back of his head, watching how his hairline faded out from beneath his undercut, the roots of his old hair still left their stain. You wondered if his neck down ever got cold, with the constant exposure and all. The longer you stared, the more you felt your stomach lurch, toying with a lingering thought that just might get you what you wanted after all.
In a swift movement, with your lips gently planted on the supple flesh, beneath his hairline, you caressed the skin tenderly. Your lips quirked upward to hear a squeak from your boyfriend who had shuddered violently, his shoulders shaking as his penis drawing gained an unexpected gradient slope, his pen streaking in a straight line across the page. You chuckled into his neck; nipping at it playfully as your hot breath caused the hairs on his neck to stand up. Pleased with the pinkish hue that spread across the skin like paint, you pulled away as Atsumu snapped his head towards you, moon eyed.
Although you may have burnt the caramel, it looks like you’ve found some hidden strawberries to snack on instead.
You watched the way his pretty blush flourished to his cheeks while he looked visibly affronted by your sneak attack. “Wh-what do ya think yer doin’!?” he spluttered on the spot, his hand flying to his neck as if you had just bitten into it. You wanted to lick your lips at the thought before you narrowed your eyes sternly, trying not to let a wolfish grin slip through the cracks.
“I don’t know about you but personally, I despise wasting time, don’t you ‘Tsumu?”
You drummed your fingers on the kotatsu’s surface, slow and pronounced. His golden eyes zeroed onto them in anticipation. You licked your lips. All these food metaphors made you realise just how starved you are. Atsumu being someone who had always been observant, seemed to pick up on your hunger as well, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, as he glanced up at you from under his lashes, anxious. You turned back to the paper, almost nonchalant, as if you weren’t aware of his clenched fists and tensed thighs.
“Yet, you seem to be taking advantage of my generosity, good boyfriends shouldn’t do that ‘Tsumu. You’re a good boyfriend, aren’tcha?” you drawled lowly, as you started glancing at your nails using your other hand, viciously using his guilt-tripping tactic from before.
Atsumu looked positively famished. His brows twisted up guiltily, that sheepish, puppy look on his face once more. Still, you could see his eyes shining too bright, still thinking that it’d go his way if he played nice. He was a mischievous imp that was a little too used to getting what he wants. You decided you weren’t going to fall for it this time.
“[Name], I didn’t--”
“Oh, but you did,” you sharply interrupted him and he winced. Your heart throbbed and as much as you loved teasing him, you did want this to end with him pinning you to the couch so you smiled softly. “Why don’t we finish studying, yeah? Then you can make it up to me.”
If Atsumu wasn’t getting blue balled before, then he certainly is now. He had no idea how the situation began to drip with sexual undertone but with the unbearable heat coursing through him, he could only nod helplessly, at your mercy. For the remainder of the studying session, while it had become increasingly harder for him to stay focused with his raging hormones going haywire, he clung onto every single word that fell from your mouth like it was a lifeline as the incomprehensible scribbles on the page finally morphed into numbers and words that he could understand.
You grinned victoriously to see the eager look Atsumu would get in his eyes, awaiting your praise and what he thinks is his reward once you had both finally gotten through the content. He really is just like an overzealous, whiny puppy that wants his treat. Well now, this will most certainly result into an exciting night for you, just as you had planned.
You smirked triumphantly.
‘All according to keikaku.’
Miya Osamu
“So, do you know how to use Avogadro’s number?”
“Mm? Avocado?”
You sighed. “No, can’t you stop thinking about food for a second, it’s Avo—Osamu!” you yelped, seeing your boyfriend barely stirring from the nest he’s made with his arms as he blinks blearily at you. The sleep in his eyes quite nearly breaks open every dam with the unparalleled force that is your love and affection and ability to just gush about how adorable this man is for hours and yet, you are forced to restrain yourself. As much as you adore Miya Osamu, he is unfortunately, just as much of an idiot as his brother—yet strangely manages to get within a range of 1 to 5 per cent higher than him on every test.
Osamu lets a little smile slip. “Avosamu? I thought it was Avogadro.”
You offered him a hard glare before deflating into the kotatsu, just like he did. He perked his head up to hear your muffled groans, his lips quirking up at how cute you sound. “Osamuuuu, you need to study for the test tomorrow! It’s worth a third of your grade!” you exclaimed, erupting from the cocoon of your arms to pout at him. Osamu grimaced just a little because every move he made was with restraint as he guiltily looked away.
“I know but m’tired,” he mumbled into his arms, burying his nose into them. “From practice,” he clarified with a grumble that faded out into something roughly incoherent. You had to stop yourself from smiling at his petulant tone of voice as you sighed, shaking your head. He was a kid, just like Atsumu too apparently.
“I know but . . .” you trailed off to see him in a sleeping position. You shook your head, unable to stop your smile this time as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. A sound rumbled from his chest and you snorted, of course only Osamu would be able to do the human equivalent of purring. His face resurfaced from the blanket of his arms as he leaned into your touch, sighing contently. You found your hand devoured by the dishevelled mess that was his hair as you fondly played with his matted grey tresses. Your love for this man warmed your heart beyond words as you could feel yourself relaxing—you blinked.
Wait a minute.
The way you ripped your hand out of his hair was like a splash of cold water to the face as he startled, bewildered by your forceful action as you glowered at him. “You fox!” you hissed. He blinked innocently in return as you shook your head adamantly. “I will not be an accomplice to your illicit sleeping endeavours! Nor the reason why you fail tomorrow’s test and have to stay back to do catch up work! Atsumu and the team would never let you live it down you know!”
You clutched your beating heart with a flush on your cheeks. ‘Ahh, that was close! He’s much more convincing than I thought but I won’t be fooled!’
You offered him another glare before sighing. You’d done that too many times this session you now realised. “Look, I’ll get you some tea, okay? But after that, you have to stay awake! You’ll be in big trouble if I come back and you’re asleep,” you softly reprimanded him although he looked completely unabashed as he nodded.
“Mm’kay.”
You were only gone for five minutes but when you had returned . . . he was definitely in trouble.
You gripped the steaming cup of hot tea by the handle; careful not to brush your knuckles on the actual cup so you don’t burn yourself and spill it like a waterfall. Carefully, you placed the cup of tea out of reach so he doesn’t knock it over before you plopped onto the cushion next to him, pouting. Really, coming over, begging you to help him study, only to fall asleep in front of you, what a tease. . .
“Jeez, I was hoping for some, fun times after we finished up too~” you whined to yourself, letting your chin fall to your fist before a movement other than your own caught you from the corner of your periphery.
You narrowed your eyes. His lashes flickered like a butterfly’s wings, elegant yet silent. Then nothing. You drummed your fingers slowly on the kotatsu’s surface before aptly concluding that your, apparently, asshole boyfriend, was faking his slumber. Your Sleeping Beauty was actually a Beast in disguise so it would appear. You pursed your lips, blowing air from your nose like a puffing, huffing steam train. He wants to play like that, does he?
You swiftly rose out of your seat before standing behind him, your shadow devouring him. You just might too if Osamu doesn’t tread carefully. You eyed his fraying hairline, beneath his undercut. You wondered how sensitive it would have now become, what, with it being constantly exposed to the frigid air all the time. A smile coyly played to your lips, as you hummed kittenishly before leaning down.
Tenderly, you placed your lips to the back of his neck, giving it a quick peck.
You looked up, gauging for a reaction but received none. You smiled daringly. Perhaps your dear boyfriend needs a bit more persuasion. You pressed another kiss into his neck. And another one. Accompanied by another. Before you began peppering his neck in searing kisses, from the roots of his hair to the brim of his collared uniform. You watched in delight as the skin gradually increased in heat while you continued to reap the benefits of your ravenous exploits.
You could feel the skin beneath your lips beginning to tremble but since he still wouldn’t reveal he was awake. . . it might be time to go exploring. You hovered over his ‘sleeping’ frame as both your hands slithered under the arms pillowing his face. They coiled around his waist and you found yourself licking your lips, suddenly feeling rather hungry. You could see him beginning to squirm yet he was adamant not to budge. A wolfish laugh escaped you as you plunged your fingers under his shirt to dance on his stomach before your teeth finally met his skin.
The last thing you heard was a sharp gasp that sounded like absolute heaven before your world turned on its axis. Your back met the ground with a thud and you suddenly realised you couldn’t move. Casually taking a quick glance, you craned your neck to see two calloused fists handcuffing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You looked up to finally see a panting Osamu, glaring at you.
“Oi.”
You blinked.
Osamu was every shade of grey. Every expression, every movement, although a little rough, it was done with minimal effort and restrained. He was always in control and always composed. He was a little slow and sluggish like that, but he could become a dynamic black, cool and confident whenever you pluck just the right strings.
Which is why it was all the more endearing to see a lovely peach pink speckling on his cheeks.
“What,” he breathed out, as if he had just sprinted in a marathon, you could see his torso trembling, “do ya think yer doin’?”
You watched him placidly and couldn’t stop admiring the pretty colour on his cheeks. You wanted to capture it, burn it in your memory until your final breath. You wanted to paint it, to smear the red all over his grey. You licked your lips.
“I told you, didn’t I? That you would be in trouble if I came back to find you sleeping. So pray tell, what were you doing, ‘Samu?” you purred beneath him, a playful smirk crawling to your lips as you felt a pooling sensation bubble in the pit of your stomach.
Osamu’s eyes widened and even though he had overcast a shadow on the both of you, you could tell that his cheeks had darkened. He suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights and he could no longer meet your gaze. With an agonisingly slow movement, he tentatively released one of your wrists to feel the back of his neck.
“D-did you . . .?” he stammered, not able to bring himself to finish the question.
Picking on what he was insinuating, using your left hand, now free, you roughly grabbed him by the collar before pulling him down. He yelped like a puppy that had lost its footing, as he lurched forward like a tidal wave, almost tumbling over, quickly stamping his free hand to the ground, stopping him from knocking his head into your as you curled your finger under his chin.
“No, I didn’t. I warned you though, right? If you try to fall asleep again when I’m teaching you. . .” you slur, tracing your finger, teasingly let it tap on his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, his eyes now wide awake and focused only on you as you grinned hungrily.
“I’ll decorate your neck with hickies until you’ve got a goddamn necklace of bruises.”
Osamu shuddered as he fell to his elbows, barely holding himself up. Feeling his voice shake, he meekly nodded, trying to hide his arousal as he shakily—but briskly—flew back to the kotatsu, promptly hiding his face from you, just like a mouse.
You bit your lip, grinning wildly at the ceiling which although, was completely uninteresting, was the only excuse you had to not let him see your dorky smile.
‘HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED. Reading all those fanfics and manga finally paid off!’
You can’t let yourself come off as too desperate though. You realised that you had been waving the stick in front of him for too long now, it was time to finally bring out the carrot.
You propped yourself, being deliberately slow as to keep him waiting before you tenderly held onto his shoulder. You could feel him tense you brushed your nose against the lobe of his ear, your wispy breaths dyeing it pink as you whispered:
“When we’re done, I promise, you can eat whatever you want.”
While he didn’t fall asleep and actually got some proper studying in afterwards, perhaps it was him being petty or a vain attempt to gain back some control, he did not offer you his dick but went straight for the fridge to get some pudding. Still, it didn’t change the fact that you were hungry and Osamu found out that night that not only were you quite convincing yourself but you also really liked turning his neck red.
Hmm. And you called him a fox.
#miya twins#miya osamu#miya atsumu#osamu x reader#atsumu x reader#haikyuu!!#hq atsumu#hq osamu#in which i am so whipped for the miya twins#finally putting atsumu in his place#haikyuu atsumu#haikyuu osamu#miya atsumu x reader#miya osamu x reader
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FukaFlower - Walking Together
Summary:
With a very special occasion coming around the corner, she tried her best to build up the determination to learn how to make something equally special for him. Unfortunately…
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It had been quite a few weeks from their first encounter in the cafeteria.
Just like that first day, Flower was seated on the corner of a table in the noisy hall, still chewing on her Japanese-themed lunch, a salmon and mayonnaise rice ball, and still being quiet while the sounds of shouting students ensued around her.
Though this time, she wasn’t the only one sitting at the table.
“So… Valentines’ Day is coming up,” The blonde-haired girl next to her chirped, her teal eyes sparkling with excitement. “I wonder if anyone we know is gonna get confession chocolates today!”
“Confession chocolates?” Flower tilted her head at the phrase, a foreign set of words to her.
“Rin’s talking about Valentine Chocolate, Flower,” A too-familiar voice approached her as its owner sat down to her left, placing down his lunch tray while smiling warmly at her. “Since tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, some girls might give chocolates to their crushes to confess their love for them,”
The red-haired boy had explained it so kindly that the tomboyish teen had not realised how much of an oblivious aura she was given off. Fortunately, another female student at the table decided to point it out to her. “Have you never heard of this before, Flower?” A girl with apple-pink, Rapunzel long hair looked at her quizzically, the small ahoge on her head bouncing in the air as she leaned in closer to the table, staring squarely at Flower with her eyes the same shade of her hair.
Before her victim could get intimidated into submission, the silver-haired boy sitting next to the staring student placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back into her seat as he spoke. “Give her a break, Miki,” He sighed in disappointment, shaking his head at his all-too-hyperactive sister. “It’s not like every person in the entire school would instantly know what Valentine’s is about,”
“But I bet you would know everything about it, wouldn’t you, Piko?” The final patron of the lunch table, a boy with the same yellow hair and turquoise eyes as Rin, teased mischievously, narrowing his eyes at the stern-looking young man who spoke. “I mean, it’s not like you were waiting to get any chocolate any of your crushes last year, or like you lingered in the school even after cleaning time when you thought that someone would give you chocolates then-”
“For the last time, Len,” Piko shot a serious, steely look at the cheeky junior, though the faint pink blush on his cheeks evidently proved what he was really feeling. “I only have one crush and no, that did not happen!!”
“Oh sureeeeeee it didn’t~” Much to Piko’s chagrin, Rin grinned widely at him, a playful glint in her gaze. Before long, the three of them were engaged in yet another small argument on the table, with the two troublesome twins mostly poking at the stoic Piko while Miki struggled to calm them down. Despite having seen this scene a dozen of times before, Flower couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. As compared to her dull, asocial lifestyle from a few weeks ago, this was definitely a sight that she would never get tired of, especially since the trio’s topic of argument was never always the same.
As that thought crossed her mind, the white haired girl found herself considering their conversation very carefully. Valentine Chocolate, huh… Though she was distant from others, Flower was by no means a stranger to the idea of Valentines’ Day, the one day of the year where couples would be spending time together on dates and love-struck teens would try to confess their deep, hidden feelings of affection to their crushes. It was not a concept that was foreign to her.
And yet, it was the first time that she decided to actually take part in the special occasion. All because of the redheaded boy sitting next to her.
“Hm? What is it, Flower?” The exact person she was thinking about suddenly spoke with his kind voice and sweet smile, and the young woman couldn’t stop her cheeks from reddening at the prospect of being caught staring at him. Get a hold of yourself, Flower…! She mentally scolded herself, quickly turning away from him as she muttered an apology. “N-nothing! Sorry about that-!”
God, she was being such a flustered idiot around Fukase, wasn’t she? Though… Giving it a bit more thought, she couldn’t really blame herself for falling for the enthusiastic, charming boy. From the very first day when she talked with him in the cafeteria, there was a warm feeling that bloomed in her chest every time she saw him walking by and waving hello at her, a slight urge in her that was aching for him to talk with her again with his child-like yet gentlemanly prose.
When they met the second time during their shared music lessons, Flower did not hesitate to introduce herself properly and encourage him to do the same. It was a feat that required a lot of courage from the shy wallflower, mind you, for she had never done such an informal self-introduction in front of anyone outside of the people she had to work with. From then, she learned of his name, Fukase, and that he was in the same music and English lessons that she had (she just never noticed him before, she assumed). As the both of them continued whispering to each other and passing little notes while their music teacher lectured about the pentatonic scale and arpeggios, she learned that they shared the same interests in music and sweets and that both of them had siblings that were a little too eccentric for their own tastes.
Before she knew it, Flower was talking with Fukase almost every day to the point when a day without them meeting up and chatting for a while felt incomplete. It was a strange thing for her to comprehend, really, how her interactions with this boy was starting to drive how she would feel for the rest of the day. How much she loved to see his bright smile and hear his cute laugh. Or to hear him kindly guide her through social norms that were completely new to her and hold her hand like how an older brother would.
And unfortunately, as one would expect, the teenaged girl soon realised that her ‘urges’ to have Fukase sit next to her whenever he was with her or the burning sensation on her cheeks that blossomed only when he was physically close to her were all visible indicators of her growing affection for the redhead. She liked him. Liked him in the sense that she wanted them to be more than ‘friends’.
Meanwhile, as the spectacle of Flower being embarrassed of looking at Fukase for too long took place, the four students who were previously at arms with each other were gazing on the two older students, the white-haired girl sporting a faint blush on her face while the red-haired boy focused on eating his lunch, seemingly oblivious to the person sitting next to him.
A knowing smirk soon spread amongst them like a contagious disease. It was clear in all of their minds of what they had to do next.
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As soon as the school day ended, Flower rushed out of her classroom and made a beeline for the entrance. She had hoped to reach there earlier and see whether Rin or Miki were there first, since she had a very specific favour that she wanted to ask from them.
Much to her disappointment, however, was the two messages that she received on her phone as soon as she arrived at the iron gates.
Len & I had to go home first. Having dinner with our neighbours tonight. Sorry! - Rin (sent at 6:04pm)
Piko has a make-up class at home and I have a club meeting after school. Can’t walk with you today. Sorry. - Miki (sent at 6:10pm)
So much for asking them for their help. With her initial confidence fading away, Flower found herself frowning as she closed her phone and slipped it into her bookbag, her body leaning against the pillar behind her while the thoughts in her mind swam about. She couldn’t really blame the four of them for being occupied at this hour, she reasoned, since she was also at fault for not telling them earlier that she needed help with her request. And though the digital age gave her the opportunity to simply text them and ask for their assistance from there, Flower had already decided that her favour required her to ask them physically, lest she became too used to not speaking with people other than Fukase face-to-face.
“Heya Flower!”
The mentioned girl in question lifted her head to spot her closest friend trotting towards her, his brown bag slung across his shoulders as he waved to her with a wide smile on his face. The white bandage over his right eye reminded her of how much he stood out in the sea of students pouring out of the building, along with his iconic bright red hair and equally bright red cross pasted on his nose.
As he approached her, she finally found the will to speak. “Hey, Fukase,” She greeted him meekly, a sharp contrast of the excited tone that the boy had.
The smile on his face faltered a little when he realised that she was alone. “Where are the others?”
“Busy, unfortunately,” She sheepishly shrugged as she relayed the news to him. “Rin & Len’s got a neighbour visit, Piko’s got make-up classes at home and Miki’s at a club meeting,”
“Guess it’s just the two of us, then!” The boy jovially declared, hoping to lighten up the frown on her face. “You don’t mind it, though, do you?”
Flower quickly shook her head, though she could not deny the sudden pounding of her heart in her chest. It persisted to echo in her ears as the both of them walked out of the school gates together, standing side-by-side like a couple though their hands never touched each other.
For a while, as they strolled down the sidewalk and entered the small town located in the outskirts of the school, the female teen struggled to not peer at her friend for too long at a time. Observing the red scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm in the chilly breeze… Studying his warm-hearted, gentle gaze… Flower was trying, really trying, to muster every ounce of courage in her being to say something, anything, to trigger a conversation between them. But no matter how much she wished for it, no words would come out of her mouth.
No sooner did she give up on her attempts to spark a conversation with him when the boy next to her suddenly stopped walking, his feet rooted to the ground as Flower took one, two steps forward before realising that he wasn’t by her side anymore. In a state of confusion, the short-haired girl turned back at him, her violet eyes narrowing a little at her friend’s strange behaviour.
In that moment, she miraculously gained the bravery to speak. “Fukase? What is it?”
For a while on that snow-covered pavement, a cool breeze of wintry wind blew past the both of them, cueing Flower’s fingers to hurriedly pull her winter uniform’s collar closer to her neck. As she cast her eyes downwards, hoping that the heat from her breath could help reduce the chill crawling up from her collarbone, she internally cursed herself for forgetting to bring a scarf that day, the aftermath of her waking up late from the night before when she was helping the shaggy-haired boy with his studies over the phone.
She was interrupted from her thoughts as an unexpected, warm sensation crawled up her nape, enveloping her in a small bubble of heat that burst from the object wrapped around her neck. Upon closer inspection, she noted that this object emitted an aura of warmth that paralleled its base colour; red.
… She couldn’t believe it.
As Flower turned forward, her eyes were locked with his stare, the gears in her head turning as she realised that Fukase had wrapped a scarf, his scarf, around her neck to keep her warm.
“ … Here,” He softly muttered in that same warm-hearted voice that he had used time and time again. “You kinda looked a little chilly back there so… Take this as a gift from me, heh heh,”
To say that she was speechless was a downright understatement. As the figure before her stepped back a little (much to her disappointment), Flower glanced at the new scarf coiled around her neck. In some way, this specific sight had sparked the confidence that she had lost a few moments ago, her voice quiet but firm as she asked.
“Hey, Fukase?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
She gulped. Time to ask for your big favour, Flower.
“Do you… maybe… know how to make Valentine Chocolates?”
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“ … Eh?”
He was just about ready to face-plant into the ground and moan into oblivion. Smart move, Fukase, The redhead scolded himself, berating himself once again for acting like a dork around his friend.
Meanwhile, in response to his (presumably) dumbfounded expression, Flower continued with a sheepish smile on her face, the spectacle of it dazzling him. She was so cute. “I know that’s really random for me, but… Well… I kinda want to make some for… this guy that I really like…” At this point, she had raised both of her hands and pressed her index fingers together shyly. “I wanted to ask Rin & Miki about it now, but since they’re not here…”
As soon as she had mentioned about the ‘guy that she really liked’, Fukase could feel his ears go deaf for a split second, the delight of walking home with her that afternoon floating away from his heart like a drop of water being lost in the sea. He couldn’t stop thinking about those words she said, the meaning behind them.
‘I kinda want to make some for this guy that I really like’
“I-it’s fine if you don’t know how…!” His white-haired angel held out her hands, frantically waving about like a panicked child, a scene that pleasantly surprised him. He wasn’t used to seeing her emote so much, after all. “I can probably just find a recipe online or something-”
“I know how to make valentine chocolate,” Fukase mumbled, shoving that growing ache down his throat, the madness mantra that he began reciting since the day he discovered his feelings for her reverberating in his head. Be happy for her. So long as she is happy, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. As long as she is… happy…
The white-haired teen widened her eyes. “Y-you do? Wait, but how do you know?”
“I got bored and tried to make some a few times before, heh heh…” Her friend cheekily replied, a joking smile breaking through his inner conflict as he posed dramatically like a drama student. “Tis the life of a sad single, wishing for someone special to give them their goodness-filled chocolate made with love and affection~” The trickster declared with the demeanor of a Shakespeare-obsessed fanatic, making the previously flabbergasted teenage girl giggle a little.
“Cut it out, you jokester,” She lightly elbowed him in the arm, though the tone of her voice sounded as if she wanted to hear him and his acting antics a little more.
“I simply cannot, my dear lady, for there is no fairness in my pursuit of love,” After hearing her laugh the second time, the eye-patch wearing boy ultimately halted in his acting stance. “Anyways, it’s probably too late for us to make it now but…”
He gave her a bold grin. “Are you free tomorrow?”
The question caught Flower off-guard. “Huh? What for?”
“I can come over and help you get all the stuff you need to make your chocolate, of course!” He insisted cheerfully, dancing about the sidewalk as the both of them continued their trek back home. “We don’t have any school tomorrow, after all. If we start in the morning, I’m sure we’ll be done by the afternoon. Though… Would you be able to give your chocolate to your crush by then?”
“I-I think so,” She stuttered a little, obviously embarrassed by the prospect of finally getting the chance to confess to her crush, the redhead reasoned. And even though there was a dark jealousy festering in his heart, he couldn’t help but smile at her cute, flustered self. “I can text him to meet somewhere after we’re done. I’m sure he’ll be free,”
“Nice! Then let’s meet by Hachiko’s statue at the Shibuya station tomorrow! I’m sure we’ll be able to get all the ingredients you need before lunch!” As if their environment was reacting to their conversation, the road up ahead conveniently forked into two directions, intending to split the both of them up as they headed to different paths back home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Flower!”
She copied his ecstatic wave as her lips curled into another adorable smile. “See you!”
Even though the both of them were walking down different roads to different places with different people waiting for them at home, it was clear that the both of them were thinking of the same thing.
“Then… It’s a date… Isn’t it?”
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#fukase#vocaloid fukase#vflower#vocaloid flower#one shot#fukaflowerweek2021#flokase#vocaloid#vocaloid one shot#high school au#valentine chocolate#valentines#fukaflower
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5, 18, 28 & 40, 41 🥰🥰🥰🥰
Thank you @thetwit for the prompts!
This ones’s written with 5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. & 28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
I will work on 18, 40 & 41 in the upcoming weeks!
Hope y’all enjoy!
19 Days
It was almost 10pm when Hailey finally looked away from the latest report she was working on for a much needed break from her monitor and rubbed her eyes, hoping when she opened them, she’d find herself looking into her partner, and fiancé, green eyes. Unfortunately, however, her wishful thinking proved unavailing, and she sighed in disappointment when she opened her exhausted eyes to find the desk across from her empty; the stacks of paper unusually organized, a thin layer of dust covering the single pen resting on Jay’s keyboard, the one he hid from Hailey so he didn’t run out of pens when she ultimately stole all the pens in his pencil holder by the end of each. So with another heavy sigh, she pushed away from her desk and walked to the break room to grab another cup of coffee, she didn’t even know how many cups she’d already had.
On a regular week, it wasn't uncommon for Hailey to show up at the bullpen when no one was around to finish her paperwork. Whether it was a couple hours before or after shift, or a rare day off, she preferred staying on top of her paperwork with each case, unlike her colleagues who waited to be chased around by Platt to actually start on theirs. Adam thought she was crazy for willingly spending more time at the bullpen. Kim wished she had Hailey’s level of organization so she didn’t have to take most of her paperwork home with her. And while Kevin didn’t comment on her habits, he wasn’t a stranger to using his free time catching up with his paperwork, the only difference: he preferred the comfort of his home to the bullpen. Hailey, on the other hand, found a sense of serenity in the silence of her usually hectic workplace, especially the past couple weeks, nineteen days to be specific.
It had been almost three weeks since Jay had been temporarily snatched by narcotics for an undercover operation when intelligence’s operation had accidentally crossed paths with their colleagues’. Overnight, without even being given an option, or time for goodbyes, he was further pushed into the operation and all his contact with intelligence was severed.
Hailey understood that it was one of those things that just came with the job. Narcotics needed Jay, and there was nothing anyone could have done about it, but it didn’t mean Hailey had to like it any different. She hated not having her partner across from her, catching her eye every time she looked up from her paperwork. She hated not sitting in the comfort of his truck, whether they were driving to a suspect’s house or a bust or home after work. And most of it all, she hated how lonely their home seemed, how cold and empty their bed felt. Sure, it was a temporary situation, but with no end date, temporary felt a minute too long to be bearable, so instead of torturing herself with the silence of their home, she spent most of her free time in the silence of the bullpen. At least there, she had work to do instead of rewatching the same episode of the Office for a hundredth time, hoping Jay was by her side to make the same comment he made every time.
The rest of the unit had realized their blonde colleague’s change of habits, too. At first they’d given it to their increased workload since they were a man down, but when Hailey had declined invites to Molly’s to stay at work for one too many an evening, they’d all known there was more to it than the workload. The days that followed, Hailey realized her colleagues showing up to work a little earlier, leaving a little later, and making sure they had enough coffee and snacks at the break room at all times. She knew this was their way of being there for her, no member of the unit was one to talk about their feelings, and she was forever grateful to have found her place in Voight’s unit and not only gained amazing colleagues but a family.
Pouring herself the last of the coffee left in the pot, Hailey decided it was time to call it a night when she was done with this one, knowing she wouldn’t go home at all if she put on a new pot. It wasn’t that she actually wanted to go home, but the break room couch was really not that comfortable and she desperately needed her warm shower if she was going to pretend to feel ready for the next day.
Needing a minute longer away from her computer, Hailey rested her back against the kitchen sink and tried to enjoy the warm radiating from the mug in her hands as she traced the familiar letters on it. Ever since Jay’d been gone, she’d started using his coffee mug that read “The World’s Best Detective.” It had been a gag gift she’d gotten him a couple years ago for Christmas after they’d binged all of the Office together that fall when they’d taken turns nurturing each other back to health during that year’s flu season. Oh, how she missed having him by her side, even at the cost of the horrors that came with having the flu.
Hailey was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized the footsteps approaching the break room. “You know…” Her head immediately turned at the source of the familiar voice, and she almost dropped the mug in her hands had her fingers not been hooked on its handle when her eyes landed on the source. “I was really hoping to come home to find my beautiful fiancé in bed after not seeing her for so long. So imagine my disappointment when I get home to find the place all cold and dark.”
“Jay?” Her voice cracked as she whispered his name and turned around.
‘Hey, Hails. Miss me?” He asked with his trademark smirk, and tears filled her eyes as she stared at him from across the room, trying to process what was happening, trying to convince herself that he was really there and this wasn’t a caffeine induced hallucination.
“What are-? How?” She struggled to find the right words to speak, so instead, she did the only thing she could think of: Tossing the mug to the side, she quickly closed the short space between them and threw herself into Jay’s arms. Her arms circled around his neck in an attempt to somehow ground herself as she hugged him close, needing to feel his body against her, the reassurance that he was really there, before rising on her tiptoes and crashing her lips against his. There was so much packed into their kiss: surprise, despair, longing, relief… As their hands wandered and their lips moved against one another’s in urgency, they felt as if they needed the kiss more than they needed air until reality caught up with them and they involuntarily pulled away from another, gasping for air.
“You’re really here?” Hailey whispered, trying to catch her breath.
“Narcotics finally wrapped up their operation and I came back as soon as they cuffed the last of the guys.” Jay responded, holding her tight against his body, needing her touch as much as she needed his. “I couldn’t spend another minute away.”
“God, Jay…” She was at a loss for words, her eyes traveling all over his body to get a good look at how the past three weeks had treated him. He was still in his undercover outfit: ragged jeans, a black shirt and an all leather jacket that reeked of cigarette smoke.
Slowly reaching up towards his face, her fingers gently trailed the few cuts and bruises along his neck and jaw until she reached the fresh cut on his lips. Jay’s eyes closed at her familiar touch, the one he’d longed for every night every time he closed his eyes for the past nineteen days. God, it felt so nice to be back, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to… Hailey’s fingers trailed down against his sharp jawline and guided his chin towards her face for another much needed kiss. This kiss was different from the first one. It was softer, gentler, more tender, and the desperate urgency was replaced by sweet savor.
“I’m really here, Hails.” Jay whispered against her lips when they parted enough to rest their heads against one another’s, their lips only inches away. “I’m back, I’m okay and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He knew she’d been worried and she needed to hear him say the words.
“I missed you, so damn much.” Hailey confessed, tightening her grip on him even more, as if it was possible for them to hold each other tighter or closer.
“Me too, baby. So much that I don’t think words would do it justice.” He leaned in for another kiss, their kisses becoming increasingly more passionate. “Now why don’t we go home so I can show you just as much.” He spoke in between kisses with a mischievous smile, receiving an equally lustful look from Hailey.
“Just take me home, Halstead.” Hailey whispered into his ear, and he didn’t have to be told twice before he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the district and into his truck, the mug of coffee and everything else forgotten. They were finally together again, and they deserved this one night before they had to face reality again.
Hopefully more will come in the next weeks ☺️
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Genre: Smut
Pairings: Michael Clifford/Male Reader
Word Count: 4.3k
Trigger warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual content, public sex
A/N: I thought it was about time I did something else for the guys of the fandom again. I hope you enjoy this! Title taken from ‘take me home’ by Cher
Kofi
Queer!sos Masterlist // Michael Masterlist // Main Masterlist
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You’d been in two minds whether to even come out tonight.
Your mood had been getting progressively darker over the last few days and the last thing you wanted was to make small talk with your friends and some strangers you couldn’t care less about.
It was Ashton’s birthday, though and all he wanted was a few drinks with his buddies and he counted you amongst that select few. Considering everything he’s done for you over the years, the least you could do was spare him a couple of hours of your Friday night.
The evening had started about an hour ago and so far it’s gone exactly as you’d imagined. Ashton’s chosen bar is fairly typical of his taste. The large room is dimly lit, minimalist in it’s décor and the music playing over the speakers is a mixture of modern alternative pop and more classic soft rock tunes. The birthday boy had reserved a large booth in the back of the bar, he’d already been seated in it with a few of his work buddies and Luke, one of his oldest friends.
There’d already been an open bottle of vodka and Jack Daniels on the table along with a few jugs of mixers and pitchers of beer, which Ashton had insisted you help yourself to, while gesturing to a stack of clean glasses next to the alcohol. A couple of the girls sitting next to Ashton smiled at you, offering flirtatious greetings as you slid into the booth next to Luke. Before you even had a chance to respond, A tipsy Ashton had informed them that their attempts to woo you would be wasted as your interests lie purely in men.
The girls looked mildly disappointed for a split second but Luke had been quick to swoop in and distract them with some clumsy flirting of his own.
After a couple of drinks, you’d started to relax a bit, although your anxiety began to rear its ugly head a little each time a new person joined your little group. You didn’t know most of them and they all seemed too interested in Ashton or other people that they were already acquainted with, to bother to get to know you. Part of you was glad of the lack of attention, however as the minutes had stretched by without anyone offering you so much as a sliver of small talk, a hint of loneliness had begun to set in.
You’re just trying to decide how much longer you have to stay until it’s acceptable for you to leave when a familiar face emerges from the growing crowd in the bar. You’ve met Calum a few times at various gatherings and he’s always been fun to chat to. You were just about to offer him the seat next to you, when you notice that he isn’t alone. He’s accompanied by, quite possibly, the cutest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
“Cal! Michael!” Ashton grinned tipsily as he greeted the newcomers enthusiastically. “Grab a drink…”
You’re vaguely aware of Calum greeting everyone but your focus is mainly on the pretty blonde man hovering nervously beside him. You’ve never seen him before, you’d definitely remember if you had. When he locks eyes with you, your heart immediately starts to pound faster and a dopey smile finds itself spreading across your face.
“You take that seat, Mike.” Calum offers casually as he glances around the nearby tables. “I’ll grab a spare chair from somewhere…”
Michael offers you a shy smile as he slips into the booth beside you. He looks even prettier close up. He has the most beautiful green eyes that you could happily get lost in and his pink lips are so kissable that you immediately start imagining how soft they’d feel against yours. His clothes are fairly casual, black skinny jeans, a loose flannel shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck, he’s the only man at the table not to have most of his chest out. Luke, Ashton and Calum are well known for using less than half of the buttons on their shirts. You can’t be too mad about it though, you tend to like to show off a little of your own chest, too.
Resuming your initial observation of the newcomer, you notice that Michael’s bleached blonde hair is sort of dishevelled, like he can’t quite tame it but you like that, you’ve always had a soft spot for the ones that are a little rough around the edges. Michael definitely ticks that box. In fact, he ticks all of your boxes. He’s cute, bashful, doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously and he smells pretty good; like coconut shower gel and some mid-range cologne that you faintly recognise.
Michael introduces himself to you first, offering his hand for you to shake. “Hi, I’m Michael…” He informs you. “Most people call me Mike or Mikey, I don’t mind any of those really.”
You shake his hand, trying not to stare at him too intently as you introduce yourself. He repeats your name in a soft tone that almost melts you. Suddenly, you’re pretty pleased that you decided to come out tonight...
***
A couple of hours slip by in a blur of booze, jokes and bar snacks.
As much as you’ve tried to give everyone at the table an equal slice of your attention, you always end up focusing on Michael. He seems to get more perfect with every moment. Every story he tells makes it a little bit clearer that he’s perfect for you. He’s funny, sweet and he looks too adorable when he laughs.
With every sip of Jack Daniels and cola you take, you relax a little more and it’s not long before that liquid courage starts to set in. You gradually stop trying to force an interest in everyone else and give into your need to know more about Michael.
He happily answers your casual questions about what he does for a living and how he knows Calum, Luke and Ashton before encouraging you to answer the same ones. You find yourself trying a little too hard to make him laugh because every time he does, his face lights up beautifully, his emerald eyes sparkling.
As you get lost in pleasant conversation, you find yourself subconsciously moving closer to him, to the point where your thigh ends up pressed against his. Michael doesn’t shuffle away or call you out on it in any way, in fact he seems to lean into the contact, shooting you an almost knowing smile as he reaches for another drink.
“Do you want another JD?” He asks, his voice low but cheerful.
You nod, handing him your glass, ensuring that your fingers brush with his as you do so.
A slight blush rises in Michael’s cheeks and he sort of melts under your gaze. If you were a braver person, you’d have upped the flirting in that moment, made it more obvious that you were into him, but your nerve fails. You simply drop your hand to rest on the table, trying to ignore the tingling of your skin where you’d just made contact with Michael.
Unfortunately, Michael seems to take your moment of self doubt as a sign that you’re not into him. He pours your drink and then promptly excuses himself for a bathroom break.
You don’t have much time to curse yourself before Ashton reaches across the table and nudges your arm playfully. “Are you gonna make a move on him or what?” The birthday boy laughs. “You two couldn’t be more into each other, it’s like torture, watching all of your shy glances and fleeting touches.”
“Yeah, Michael’s a bit shy when it comes to this stuff but I’ve been his friend for long enough to know what he means when he smiles at someone like that.” Calum explains, although there’s a faint note of something like warning in his voice. Even in your slightly tipsy state, you recognise this protective friend tone. You’ve used it on people before too, whenever you’ve suspected someone of having ill intentions with one of your buddies.
You have no reason to feel threatened by Calum. You’d never intentionally hurt his friend, but you feel the need to get him on your side anyway. “You really think he likes me like that?” You ask, knowing that making yourself sound like the lucky one is key here. Not that it’s difficult, of course. You do feel pretty fucking lucky right about now. “He comes across as such a nice guy, I thought he was just being friendly.”
The rest of the table bursts into laughter.
“Yeah but he saves his ‘fuck me’ eyes for people he wants to take to bed.” Ashton chuckles lightly. “Trust me, he’s into you!”
You feel the need for Calum’s blessing, knowing that it’ll be his wrath you face if things don’t go well between you and his best friend. You turn to the dark-haired man as he takes another drink from his beer bottle. “You really think so?” You question, “he seems amazing, I don’t wanna come across as-“
“Ashton’s right.” Calum cuts in. “He’s into you, he’s gonna need to see you reciprocate a little before he lets his guard down anymore, though. You might want to flirt a bit harder.”
Before you can ask for any tips from Michael’s friends, the man in question returns, shooting you a lopsided smile as he slips back into the booths beside you. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much.” He shrugs, his smile turning into a faintly mischievous smirk.
“Most of us didn’t even notice you were gone mate!” Luke laughs.
“But one of us was pining like a dog whose owner just left him tied up outside in the street.” Ashton interjects, quirking his eyebrow suggestively in your direction.
Michael glances at you, his cheeks turning a pretty rosy pink. “Well if anyone was gonna miss me, I’d have hoped it was you, handsome.”
The way Michael held your gaze, albeit a little shyly, gave you more confidence and you gave a small shrug of your shoulders. “How could I not miss that pretty face of yours?”
From that moment the flirting between the two of you became much more brasen. After a few more sips of your JD, you casually flung your arm around Michael’s shoulders as the two of you talked to Calum about the latest episode of a show you all shared an interest in.
Michael immediately leans into your side, presumably to let you know that he liked the gesture.
Calum seemed pleased with the way you were treating his friend and his defenses gradually crumbled, making you less nervous.
When Michael lays his head on your shoulder a little while later, you feel your heart jump in your chest. His pink lips are so close, it’d be so easy for you to kiss them. You don’t want an audience for your first kiss with him, though, so you resist the urge, deciding to stroke his shoulder gently through his shirt instead.
“I think someone’s getting a little sleepy over there.” Luke smirks, nodding at Michael. “Maybe someone should walk him home…” His glazed blue eyes land on you as his smirk grows. “I’m sure you’ll volunteer, right? He doesn’t live far from here y’know.”
Michael shifts his head so that he can meet your gaze, “I’d like that, if you wouldn’t mind.” He whispers, his green eyes sparkling with an unmistakable lust.
“Of course, baby.” You reply, hoping that your tone is as smooth as you intend it to be. “I’d be happy to walk you home. You ready now, or…”
Michael nods, his cheeks reading from the pet name you’d given him. The way he offers you a sideways smile that could almost be a smirk, tells you that he enjoyed it and you make a mental note of it, hoping to be able to put that word to much better use a bit later on. Michael reaches for his jacket before straightening up in his seat to slip it on. You immediately miss his warmth pressing into your side but you’re eager to spend some time with him alone, even if it’s just the short walk to his apartment. You hope that you can at least impress him enough that he’ll give you his number so that you can arrange a date or something.
After hugging everyone goodbye and wishing Ashton Happy Birthday one more time, you lead Michael out of the bar.
Even though you’re full of alcohol, the chilly night air hits the two of you hard and Michael instinctively curls into your side for warmth. You’ve never been so thankful for this changeable climate as you are right now, with the cutest boy you’ve ever met burrowing beneath your arm.
“It shouldn’t be this cold in July, should it?” Michael giggles, glancing at you through his lashes.
“I’m not complaining!” You reply with a tiny smirk, wrapping one arm around Michael’s shoulders to keep him close to you. “So which way is home, baby?”
Once again, Michael melts at the fond nickname and points to the left. “I’m about ten minutes that way.” He answers, but as you take a step in that direction, Michael stops you, shaking his head and pulling you back. “I have a question to ask you first.” He drops his gaze to your lips and wets his own with a flick of his tongue. The simple gesture sends shivers through you but you hold it together just enough to arch your eyebrow questioningly. “Are you ever gonna kiss me, handsome?” Michael asks, shifting his head to that his lips are just about as close as they can be to yours without them touching.
You answer by closing the tiny gap, pressing your lips to his as softly as your lust-filled brain will allow.
Michael wraps both arms around your waist, gripping the back of your jacket as his lips part in a tiny moan, allowing you to slip your tongue past them and work it against his.
You’ve never had someone respond to one of your kisses so hungrily, it takes you a bit by surprise but you grasp Michael’s upper arms firmly as you draw out the kiss as long as you can before needing to take a breath.
“That was worth the wait.” Michael grins dopily as he rests his forehead against yours. “You still wanna take me home?”
You nod eagerly, all pretence of being cool, calm and collected abandoned along with the misplaced shame that you’d been taught to feel about falling for people so easily. Michael obviously wants you as much as you want him and if that level of longing is acceptable enough for someone as amazing as him, you could hardly argue with it.
Michael nestles back under your arm, wrapping his own around your waist to keep him in place.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night, y’know.” You offer, wanting to ensure that Michael knows he’s not been pining alone. “I just… well I wanted to make sure you liked me as much as the others said you did and-”
“Oh so you boys were all talking about me when I left the table, were you?” Michael interrupts with a tiny chuckle. “I should have known they’d be trying to talk you into making a move. They all like to think of themselves as matchmakers.”
You shake your head. “They didn’t have to convince me to make a move at all. Kissing you was already all I was thinking about, I just… well I was scared you didn’t want me to.”
Michael laughed, resting his head on your shoulder. “I didn’t want to come across as too easy, but I guess the fact that you’re taking me home now has given me away.”
“And here I was thinking that you just wanted some company on your walk home.” You gasp in faux horror. “Now I wish I’d put on my best underwear.” You try to keep your tone light and joking but you’re a bit concerned that a) The Deadpool underwear you’d chosen to put on earlier was a very bad decision and will instantly kill the mood when Michael sees them. b) You’re being a little too forward. Despite Michael’s last comment, neither of you have specified what you hope to happen once you arrive at his apartment. There’s still a huge question mark as to whether he actually wants to see your underwear and what’s beneath them.
Michael rolls his eyes fondly and jabs you gently in the ribs with his free hand. “Don’t make me feel like more of a whore than I already do.” He laughs, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “I don’t even know your last name but my mind keeps racing over stuff I wanna do with you the second my front door is closed.” His tone is low and shy but his words ease your nerves considerably. It means that you only have to worry about your nerdy underwear now.
“I hope they match up with the things running through my mind.” You smirk, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously. “Just as long as you keep the lights off so you don’t see my very unsexy boxers.”
Before Michael can answer, a rain shower begins. A few tiny droplets land on your head but you ignore them, focusing on the way Michael giggles as the chilly raindrops start to trickle down his face. “This rain shower couldn’t have held off for a few more minutes?” He chuckles. “We’re like five minutes away!”
“It’s just a little shower…” you shrug, cuddling Michael closer into your side. “I'm sure you look just as gorgeous, if not more so when you’re wet.”
Michael pokes you in the ribs again good-naturedly, “you can stop with the flattery, I already want to suck the life out of you, handsome.”
There’s no way to stop the groan that escapes you. That would probably only be classed as the mildest form of dirty talk, but coming from Michael, in that innocent but slightly gruff voice, it felt like the dirtiest and most exciting proposition you’ve ever had in your life.
As though nature itself was trying to give you a cold shower to clear your head, the rain begins to fall harder and faster, turning into a torrential downpour in a matter of seconds.
Michael lets out an adorable little squeal as he pulls you off the main street onto a much quieter road. The two of you break into a run but Michael threads his fingers through yours so that you stay connected.
You’re both already soaked by the time you reach the shelter of a disused railway bridge. You laugh, although the sound dies in your throat when you catch sight of Michael leaning against the brickwork. You were 100% correct, he looks somehow even more gorgeous wet. He shakes his head like a naughty little dog, sending flecks of cold water everywhere and leaving his bleached blonde hair hanging limply around his face.
He looks like something out of your wildest dreams, pale and almost angelic in the hazy light from the street lamps lining the road you’ve just come from.
You step towards him, unable to stop yourself from wiping your thumb across his cheek, following the line of his cheekbone as your gaze drifts to his lips. “This fucking storm is delaying us. You have no idea how much I want to feel and taste every inch of you, gorgeous.”
Michael lets out a tiny whimper, wrapping his arms around your neck. “Same, handsome.” He replies. “In the meantime you could kiss me again?”
You don’t need to be asked twice. You close the gap between your own lips and his, cupping Michael’s face in one hand as you swallow his first needy little whine.
It becomes clear very quickly that kissing Michael in a secluded, aleit very public place, was a bad idea. He proves all-too intoxicating with his sinful lips and innocent whimpers as you press your body close to his.
He slides his fingers into your hair and tugs slightly, drawing a growl from you as you nip his bottom lip in retaliation. The slight pain only seems to heighten Michael’s arousal. He throws back his head, exposing a long expanse of his pale neck that’s just too inviting. You move your kisses away from the blonde’s lips and along his jaw until you reach the pale, sensitive skin below his ear. The noises that the soft contact coaxes from Michael are every bit as delicious as you’d hoped.
Michael whines. “Uh, your lips-” he cuts himself off on a harsh gasp as you suck harder on his neck, intent upon leaving a mark. “Fuck!” The blonde moans. “You’re really testing my resolve here, handsome.” His voice is breathy and filled with lust.
Your body reacts exactly the way it always does when it’s pressed against a hot guy. It seems to move without your permission, your hips rolling against Michael’s as you wriggle one of your thighs between both of his. “I lost mine the second you pulled me in here, gorgeous.” You mumble into his neck. “If I could take you right now I would…”
“Soon…” Michael breathes tugging at your hair again. “I promised to suck the life out of your first.”
As much as you’d love to throw caution to the wind and urge Michael to his knees right now, the risk of being caught by a passer-by is still too high. You figure that you’ll need some sort of release before you continue your journey to Michael’s place, but it has to be a bit more discreet than a blowjob.
“I’ll hold you to that when we get to your apartment.” You whisper, working your kisses back towards Michael’s lips. “Can’t have a pretty angel like you dropping to his knees on the wet pavement.”
Michael pouts at you, widening his eyes like a kitten that’s just had his favourite toy confiscated. “But I wanna taste you so bad…”
“And you will, angel.” You promise, working your thigh against his stiffening cock in a slow but firm rhythm. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with this dirty mouth.” You run your thumb over his bottom lip teasingly, as you rest your forehead against his, revelling in the way his breath hitches in his throat when he starts to rut against you in search of more friction. “I just know it’s gonna be even better than I’m imagining.”
Michael nods, gasping into your mouth as he initiates another heated kiss. “I can take whatever you’ve got to give to me, handsome.” He confirms once you pull away for air. “Can’t wait to see what I’m working with.” He drops one of his hands, hesitantly slipping it between your bodies as he fixes you with a questioning glance, silently asking if he can touch you.
Not wanting to waste more time on words, you loosely grasp his wrist and thrust your clothed dick into his palm. “Fuck, handsome…You feel big.” Michael groans hungrily. “Uh, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
The way Michael seems to happily follow your lead with every movement you make, gives you an added confidence as well as turning you on even more. Words start to spill from your mouth without engaging your filter first. “Yeah? If you do a good enough job of sucking me off, maybe I’ll give you something in return…” To give him a better idea of what you mean without being too intense, you reach around to grasp his ass.
“Mmm, please!” Michael gasps. “Want to feel you fill me up.”
The words cause your cock to twitch with interest as you thrust into Michael’s hand. “Yeah, angel! I bet you’d feel so fucking good.” You bury your face into his neck, keeping a firm grip on his ass cheeks.
“P-please touch me, handsome!” Michael whimpers, “need you!”
The pounding of the rain on the pavement seems to sync with that of your heart as you slide one hand around to palm at Michael through his jeans. His desperate whines bring you to the very brink of your orgasm. “Fuck, baby!” You groan into his skin. “Can’t wait to see you come apart for me!”
That does it. Michael tumbles over the edge, the broken moans of your name as he spills into his underwear has you following him immediately. A stream of curses slip past your lips as you thrust into Michael’s hand a few times to ride out your climax.
Michael wraps both of his arms around your neck, clinging to you as he fights to control his ragged breaths. “Shit… handsome.” He gasps. “I haven’t cum in my pants since I was in high school.” He gives you a tiny laugh and you wrap your arms around him to keep as close as possible.
“Same.” You chuckle, “I guess we have this damn storm to blame for that.”
Michael hums in response, glancing out at the persistent rain. “How long do you think it’ll last?”
Following his gaze you give a lazy shrug. “I dunno, it looks pretty set in for the night if you ask me.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to get wet again.” Michael smirks. “After that little preview, I’m even more impatient to get you into my bed.”
***
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𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑜𝑖 - 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑈! 𝐾𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑇𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑜
𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙤𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬! 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨
Prologue > Chapter One - Who are you? > Chapter Two
A/N: asdfghk i totally forgot the title is what the caterpillar says over and over, but tbh i never liked that character so we ain’t having that lol also sorry its been awhile but i made it longer! (also if you are the few and want a taglist just msg me!) hope you enjoy~
Heavy breaths and branches hitting yn’s cheeks. The white-haired man just seems to be running even faster. When yn tried to follow him through a dense set of trees, she lost sight of him.
“How...is he,” yn huffed, “so fast?”
As yn was trying to catch her breathe while having her hands on her knees in the now darker forest, another wondrous creature seemed to have caught her in their vision.
“Well hello there, what’s a cutie doing out here in these parts all alone,” the man asked with a mischievous grin.
Startled, yn shot her head up and looked around her. Swiveling her head left and right, yn feels a soft, fluffy appendage hold her chin, putting a stop to her head.
“Up here~,” the man cooed as he gestured to yn’s face to look up on the tree branch above her.
Sitting there was a tall man with black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with thin red stripes going horizontally. Behind him was his peculiar black tail, and sitting atop his bed-head were cat-like ears. His eyes peered into yn as she continued to stay silent and his grin just grew wider.
Jumping down from his branch, the man approached yn who was still in shock and fear.
“I know I must be breath-taking,” he spited, “but I need to know...who are you?”
Stopping right in front of yn and bending down towards her face, she finally snapped out of her dazed and attempted to take several steps back. Before she could get any farther, the man’s tail went behind her at the small of her back and stopped her movements. Now a little irritated, he repeated his question, “Who are you?” with the raise of his brow.
Red in the face with the inappropriate proximity of the man, yn stuttered out, “My n-name is yn.”
Satisfied with her answer, the man grinned to himself. But unfortunately for yn, he still didn’t move away nor introduced himself. Yn was able to muster enough courage after what seems to be several minutes of staring at one another to ask him , “And you are…?”
Proud of being asked who he is, he removed his tail from behind her and gave a flashy grin with, “Ah my name’s Testuro Kuroo, but you can call me Testuro.”
“Um no it’s fine, Kuroo is fine for me,” replied yn. Yn was still used to her customs back home, so she still preferred calling strangers by their last name. Finally having her emotions calmed down, yn took in her surroundings.
It looked like she was deeper into the forest and no silver-haired man in sight. Flashing, neon signs point all over the place. Confusing arrows saying the “land of the skulks” pointing upwards while the “parliament” is pointing to its left.
More confused than ever, Yn asked Kuroo, “Um, have you by chance seen a man with silver-hair running through here?”
Kuroo looked to the side in thought for a few moments before a cheshire grin appeared on his face.
“Mmm, who knows,” he amusingly questioned. “But I know a few mad people who might,” he suggested.
Mad…? Yn thought and did not like the sound of that.
“Uh, I think that will be unnecessary,” yn timidly said.
“Suit yourself, but just be aware there’s many,” Kuroo paused creepily “things out here waiting to see a newcomer in these woods.”
Kuroo turned around and shrugged nonchalantly, “But you seem like you can follow the signs…”
Yn looked at all the confusing directions around her and began to worry even more.
As Kuroo was taking his first few steps, yn called out, “Wait! If you could please take me to those people who could know where the man is--”
Before she could finish her plea, Kuroo was next to her and his softail curling around her sides.
“Sure thing kitten,” he said slyly.
Although yn was unsure of Kuroo’s character, he was actually a person who was pretty comforting. During their walk through the woods, they heard many odd coos and rustling which shook yn. If there's all these beautiful creatures, then there’s also an equal amount of unimaginable scary one as well, she thought. However, each time, Kuroo tried to ask her questions of where she came from and how she got into his world. His soothing and calm tone was able to distract yn from the lurkers in the darkest parts of the woods.
Eventually, there was a clearing up ahead. An old mill and colorful homes could be seen across the plain. Kuroo walked a few steps ahead with an excited air around him.
As the two got closer to the run-down structures, they see a long pastel-cloth table swarmed in old tea cups and pots. At the head of the table directly across from them was a man with wavy orange hair, on top was a cute top hat for his size. The tangerine man was jumping around while speaking to a blonde, beanpole of a guy in glasses who seems to be worn out from the suspected tea consumption or the energy of the shorter guy or both…
When yn looked closer, she saw flattened bunny ears as he tried to hide further into his folded arms on the table.
“Wow would you look at this,” said Kuroo as he walked closer to the duo. Yn stood at the end of the table, unsure of presenting herself to the strange group.
At the sound of Kuroo’s voice, the orange-hair man quickly turned his head to look at Kuroo.
“Ah! Welcome back Kuroo! Come, come, come join us for some freshly brewed tea,” he tried to usher the taller man but Kuroo declined.
“No thank you, you put too much sugar in your batches anyways,” he replied, “but I’m here to ask help for a new friend,” gesturing to yn’s direction. Yn tensed up when she heard this.
The orange-haired guy immediately perked up at the sight of a new friend and dragged her to sit at the head of the table. He introduced himself as Shouyo Hinata and the sleeping bunny as Kei Tsukkishima. Tsukkishima peaked through his arms to catch a glimpse of yn and sat up, begrudgingly so.
“And last but not least is Tadashi Yamaguchi!” Hinata exclaimed as he pulled up one side of the tablecloth to present a sleeping Yamaguchi, who was presumably knocked out from the tea and Hinata himself. Hinata was able to get the fellow up sitting on the chair, which awakened him. Now yn was able to see the cute mouse ears atop his dark green hair.
Yamaguchi provided a sleepily “Hello,” as he proceeded to make himself a cup of tea.
Kuroo sat at the other end of the table in front of yn with his feet up the table and Hinata took the corner seat beside yn. With everyone now settled, Kuroo proceeded to say, “As I said before, Yn is looking for a white-haired pocket watch guy and I think we all know who he is…”
“OH! I think I know!” Hinata said with a teacup raised in the air. “Is it….Koushi Sugawara?”
“I’m pretty sure it is,” Tsukkishima said and Yamaguchi nodded with him.
“Who is Koushi Sugawara?” Yn questioned.
Yn brought her cup of tea but before her lips touched it, she noticed there was a chipped edge and had to turn her cup to the other side. Tsukkishima spoke up and yn made eye contact with him peering over her cup.
“He’s the assistant for the King of the Court,” he said in distaste.
“King of the Court?” she questioned.
“King Tobio Kageyama of the Red Hearts in Karasuno,” piped Yamaguchi, “He’s known to be cold and temperamental.”
I do not like the sound of that, yn thought to herself.
Kuroo who was silently listening with his eyes closed finally spoke up, “Sweet yn here needs to return a belonging of that white rabbit.”
Hinata, hearing this, immediately stood up in excitement, “A lost item? How humble of you!” Hinata approached yn radiating in excitement, “And we can take you too! We have been meaning to visit our friends in Karasuno!”
Overwhelmed a bit, yn just stared at the sunshine boy with widened eyes.
“Unless the King finds you and throws you in jail,” interrupted Tsukkishima.
“It won't be too much of a problem if we’re careful Tsukki,” Yamaguchi pleaded, “We know the place enough and Yn will surely get captured if she goes by herself.”
“Wait a minute,” Yn cut it, “won’t you be joining us Kuroo?”
“Hmm? No, I got places to,” he peered at yn with a smirk, “lurk in.”
Yn knew she was not going with Kuroo and he knew the same. Yn also knew she had no other way to find Sugawara without getting into trouble and these guys seem to be pretty nice enough to guide her. Also, she was starting to warm up to the ball of sunshine and the other two who seemed reliable enough.
“Ok, I will be very grateful if you guys can guide me to Karasuno,” yn asked.
“Great! Well then off we go!” Hinata shouted as he looped his arm with yn and dragged her forward.
Yamaguchi waited for Tsukkishima to get up from his seat. He seemingly got up not wanting to go, but he had a small smile when looking at yn and Hinata chattering off.
“Take care, yn,” Kuroo saluted before he disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
Well this is an odd adventure but these guys seem to be friendly enough, thought yn as she smiled with her three new friends by her side.
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I've been wanting to request this for a while now so here it is! child bertl x child reader. they sneak out to go exploring a forest and they play around for a bit, they discover a pond where they rest. the reader takes off their shoes and dips their feet into the water (have them splash the water at each other uwu) and when it's time to go back home the reader realizes that they lost their shoes and Bertholdt ends up carrying them home (bridal style or piggyback u choose 💕💕)
Aww so CUTE!! This was so wholesome and I really really hope you enjoy this~ Thank you so much for requesting!
Adventure
Shingeki no Kyojin
Child!Bertholdt Hoover x Child!Reader
Summary: The day is sunny and warm, perfect for an adventure. And you already know who you want to experience said adventure with.
You carefully open the door and quietly step outside, not wanting to get caught by your mother. It was a fine day and there was no way you would let it go to waste by staying home and helping your mother with boring household duties. The sky was clear, the sun shone beautifully, bringing life to just about anything its bright rays touched. The slight breeze that embraced your form was welcomed as the warmth of the sun would’ve been unbearable without it. It was a perfect day to spend outside and you had already thought of a way to do that.
Your tiny legs led you to the entrance of a familiar forest that was fortunately not too far away from your house. It was a fairly big forest, in which one would most likely get lost but you had familiarized yourself with the surroundings, having spent a lot of time in the place. It was like a second home to you and despite knowing almost every pit, tree and bush that resided within the forest, there was still a lot of exploring to do, hence you were once again approaching the lovely grove.
Upon arriving at the familiar location your big (E/C) eyes lit up as a familiar figure comes to view. That dark hair swaying gently in the wind, those green eyes showing equal amount of excitement as yours and that bright smile that almost never came out in others’ company. A huge smile of your own appears on your face as you pick up your pace and run towards him with your arms opened. “Bertiee!!~” You shout and tackle him to the ground with a loving hug.
The boy lets out a yelp that quickly breaks into a cheerful laughter, one that fills your heart with an immense amount of joy. Once he hugs you back you quickly get up from the soft grass, allowing Bertholdt to get up. “My mom is going to be so mad at me for sneaking out..” He says while dusting some of the dirt off his clothes. He had had similar thoughts about the stunning day, thus making him venture to the woods he had spent so much time in with you.
You laugh at his words and get up, mirroring his actions. “Me too, but that’s alright! At least we’re having fun!” You put your arm around his shoulder, leaning on him cheerfully. He stumbles a bit at your sudden impact, but not enough to end up on the ground again. Bertholdt was reserved and shy but with you he found it easier to express himself and open up more. You had witnessed sides of him you never saw when there were other people around. He was extremely brave, a trait he didn’t show often, but when he did, it was astonishing for you.
“What should we do?” He asked once you let go of him. You put a hand on your chin and twist your face into an expression that appears to be deep in thought. “Hmm.. Let’s see..” Your mind wonders about all the possible things you could do during this beautiful day. There was so much to do and you had so much time. Your eyes land on one of the many trees lining the entrance to the forest and a devilish yet playful smirk slithers on your face.
“Well..” Before Bertholdt has any time to process your words, you’re already running towards the tree. “The last one at that tree is a rotten egg!!” You shout over your shoulder, laughing in mischievousness when the poor boy begins to run after you, trying to catch you. “H-hey! No fair!” He had always been faster than you so in your mind, your little false start was more than justified. But what brought you even more excitement than the victory of this small race, was the thrill of what kind of adventures you’d end up in today.
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“(Name), look!” You hear Bertholdt shouting and looking over a set of bushes. It had been a long day of picking flowers and berries, climbing trees and even playing a few rounds of hide and seek, which you were a master at. Needless to say, you two had had a lot of fun in each other’s company though it did cause you to get rather tired. Having fun is quite exhausting after all.
You swiftly make your way towards him, curious to see what he has discovered. You often found something new and it was always exciting to see your discoveries, but judging by the tone of Bertholdt’s voice and the clear flecks of excitement in his eyes, this was going to be good. Behind the bushes you can see a shallow pond, filled with crystal clear water. You gasp at the sight and look at Bertholdt whose eyes are filled with even more excitement, mainly due to your positive reaction.
You waste no time walking through the bushes and approach the pond, immediately testing the water with your hand. It’s nice and refreshing looking almost good enough to drink. You know better than to do that, though. The sound of Bertholdt’s approaching footsteps reach your ears and you turn to look at him with a smile. “Try the water. It’s not cold at all!” You say and begin to remove your shoes and socks, tossing them somewhere while Bertholdt dips his hand in the water. “Wow, you’re right!” He exclaims and retreats his now wet hand from the water. His eyes then notice your bare feet and he gives you a questioning look. “What are you doing?”
You merely smile at his question and give him an answer by dipping your feet into the water. The feeling of the fresh water between your toes and the soft yet dense bottom beneath you make your eyes widen in awe. “Oooh, this feels so weird,” You look over at Bertholdt who’s looking at the clear water with curiosity. A giggle escapes your mouth and you decide to invite him in. You cup your hands and lower them to the water and quickly move them up, picking up some of the liquid with the action and aiming the water droplets at Bertholdt. He quickly shields himself from your attack, though laughing at it. “Come on! You’re not scared of water are you?” You ask laughing.
The dark haired boy quickly begins to remove his own socks and shoes, carefully placing them on the ground, not too close to the pond. He steps in and the familiar feeling you felt also hits him, making him gasp in awe. You giggle at his reaction and take a few steps closer to the center, an action that soon proved itself to be rather regrettable. Because your back was facing him, you fail to notice the slight smirk on Bertholdt’s face. Only when you feel the cold drops of water hitting your back do you realize your mistake.
You let out a squeal in surprise, making the boy beside you laugh. “Sweet, sweet revenge!” Oh that’s it. If he wanted to play this dangerous game, you were more than happy to challenge him. “Now you’ve done it! You’ll pay for that!!” And so, you began to mercilessly splash him with water, Bertholdt doing the exact same thing, unwilling to let you win this battle. Your laughs and the sounds of splashing water echoed around you, making this battle admittedly enjoyable.
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Unfortunately all fun had to come to an end at some point and the moment of realization for the two of you was when you noticed the sun beginning to set. Upon realizing this, you couldn’t help but to wonder how on earth did time move so fast? Just a moment ago you were at the entrance to the forest, ready to begin today’s adventure, and now you were supposed to believe that the day was already over? No way!
But alas, there was nothing you could do, hence you stepped out of the pond, ready to leave. Bertholdt followed your lead and began to put on his fortunately still dry socks and shoes. Both of your bodies were still damp from the war of water, but neither of you paid no mind as you had had fun and that was all that mattered.
You frown your brows as you try to look for your shoes, but they seem to be nowhere in sight. Once Bertholdt is done putting on his own pair, he walks to you with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong (Name)?” He asks. You scratch your head, trying to look for them from the dense vegetation. You only remember throwing your shoes somewhere so in theory, they could be anywhere. “I can’t find my shoes.. I’ve looked everywhere!” You throw your hands into air in frustration, your eyes falling to your feet. They were cold thanks to the water and you would surely hurt yourself if you were to walk on the possibly risky soil of the forest. The thought makes you cringe. “What am I going to do, Bertl?” You look at him with disappointed eyes.
Bertholdt frowns his brows, feeling extremely bad for you. He thinks for a moment before an idea comes to his mind. He walks in front of you, turns his back towards you and lowers himself, opening his arms. “Hop on, I can carry you,” He looks at you over his shoulders, wearing a reassuring smile on his face. You look at him and blink a couple of times, before accepting his kind offer with a smile of your own. You place your hands on his shoulders and hop on his back. He immediately catches your legs and stands up before beginning to walk towards the entrace.
“Thanks, Bertl.. You’re the best.” To his absolute surprise, he feels your lips gently touch his cheek, making an obvious shade of red appear on his face. He’s extremely grateful that you aren’t able to see his blush. Even when your lips retreat from the surface of his skin, it feels as though they have imprinted themselves on his cheek for all eternity. Not that he minds.
“Y-yeah.. You’re welcome..” He says shyly, looking at the ground to hide his embarrassment. You in turn close your eyes and lean against him, feeling an extreme amount of comfort in his presence. Today’s adventure had been so much fun, you don’t even care how mad your mom will be. The only thing you can think about is your future adventures with Bertholdt.
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A Rare and Beautiful Sight, Claudeth, Fire Emblem
Summary: But the fact was, Claude had studied the rabbit shifters as much as he could. So, of course, he knew what he was seeing was a taguel in heat.
“Does the King of Almyra not desire an heir?” Byleth teased, sharp little fangs nibbling at his earlobe.
Notes: Inspired by the bunleth discussions at @pokemagines. It’s just all smut guys.
Read on AO3.
A tentative knock, followed by an equally tentative question. “My friend, are you in there?” It felt strange to be knocking on, what was until a few months ago, his own bedroom door. But when he had left for Almyra, and Byleth made Derdriu her capital, he had granted her the Riegan estates. He had expected her to move into his parents’ old rooms as they were more spacious, but Byleth had taken over his old quarters, saying she enjoyed the view better from the spacious balcony.
When no answer came, Claude turned the doorknob, and finding it unlocked, entered the room. He quickly learned why Marianne had tried so hard to dissuade him from coming up. The air smelled sweet, familiar and alien all at the same time. To his embarrassment, Claude felt his cock begin to harden in interest.
A quiet gasp drew his attention next, and Claude was not quite sure how the sight before him was not the first thing he noticed. Byleth lay spread out on his bed (well, her bed now, but that was beside the point). She moaned again, and Claude watched in fascination as she lifted one hand to her very naked breast and began to tease her own nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her other hand reached between her spread legs. Byleth’s leg was in the way, so Claude could not see her fingers actually working her, but he saw the results as Byleth tossed her head and arched her back, trying to force her fingers deeper into herself.
“Claude, oh Claude,” she moaned.
He was frozen to the spot. He did not think she had seen him yet, but she was moaning his name, imagining it was his hand pleasuring her (or perhaps something else of his, Claude was a bit overwhelmed at the moment). It was not long before she screamed his name, the noise going straight to his cock, and collapsed back onto the bed, spent.
He watched her as she regained her breath. Byleth lifted the hand that had been buried inside her pussy, still covered with her own pleasure, and slowly began to lick her fingers clean. Her adorable little nose wiggled when she was half way done, realizing someone else’s scent was in the room. Byleth turned her head toward him, her eyes going wide for a brief moment. So, either she had not known he was there, or she was a very good actress.
The look of surprise was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin. Byleth held out a clawed hand to him, her large bunny ears laid back and relaxed. Claude loved those ears. He dreamed about being able to touch those ears just as he did every other part of her body. The second he met her, he began to research taguel. Of course, all the books he found showed taguel with the ears of lop rabbits, whereas Byleth’s resembled those of a standard rabbit, a lionhead if he had to guess, what with how fuzzy they were. Unfortunately, it seemed all the taguel had been wiped out in their homelands, which only made Teach even more rare.
But the fact was, he had studied the rabbit shifters as much as he could. So, of course, he knew what he was seeing was a taguel in heat.
He realized he was still staring when Byleth threw those long legs of hers over the side of the bed and began to walk toward him. Claude heard himself gulp, his pants now painfully tight. Byleth’s ears twitched, curious but cautious. Those ears were always so damn expressive even when her face was not. Her large breasts were on full display, and he could see her own slick wetting her inner thighs. “Claude? Mate?”
He took a deep breath, and it took every ounce of willpower for him to turn away from her. At some point he had managed to shut the door behind him, so now he had another task to perform before he could run from his old room. “I’m sorry, my friend. I should not have intruded.”
“Claude?” her voice was more urgent now, heartbreakingly so.
“Byleth,” he breathed her name, and unable to help himself, he admitted the truth to her. She was the only one he trusted with his every secret after all, it was only fitting she have this one as well. “You have no idea how much I want this, how much I want you. But I won’t take advantage of you when you’re in such a state. Once your heat has passed, we can discuss this.”
Warm arms wrapped around him from behind, and he could feel her pressed fully against his back. Her hands rested on his chest, one directly above his heart. “I am not so far gone that I would mate with anyone who walked through that door. I know my chosen mate. I have waited a long time for you. I want no other, will allow no other to mate with me. I want you, and you alone, Claude. I chose once not to fight my heat when I thought you would take me, but you left. I do not wish you to leave again.”
Again? Claude tried to focus on that, but his thoughts were not really responding to his more rational desires. He felt her head brush against his back, just between his shoulder blades. Byleth was rubbing her forehead against his shirt, and it caused the soft fur of her ears to brush against the back of his head. Wasn’t that something rabbits did when they were trying to mark someone with their scent? Or maybe that was cats. Claude had more important things to focus his remaining mental capacities on at the moment.
Those too were thrown right out the window when Byleth stood on tiptoe so she could reach his ear. Her breath skimmed over the shell of his ear, and he shivered when Byleth’s lips brushed against him. “Does the King of Almyra not desire an heir?” she teased, sharp little fangs nibbling at his earlobe.
His brain broke.
Claude turned in her embrace and kissed her so fiercely Byleth was taken off guard. Her mouth opened in surprise, and Claude did not miss the chance to slip his tongue inside. Byleth quickly recovered, moaning happily into him, and rolling her hips against him, purring with pleasure when she felt his hard cock against her hip.
She walked them back to the bed, her sharp claws tearing away pieces of his clothing. Claude didn’t even care that he would have nothing to wear walking out of her room. It would definitely be worth it. He took his hands from her only long enough to toss his gloves to the floor, moaning against her lips when his hands finally got a hold of her.
When the back of Byleth’s knees hit the bed, she dropped backwards, arms still wrapped around Claude’s neck. Claude followed her down, pinning Byleth under his weight. He lifted himself up quickly, staring down at her in concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Byleth’s ears flicked back and forth slowly in amusement. “I’m the one who pulled you down, Claude. But no, you did not hurt me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, once more pulling him to her. “Please, Claude, I need you.”
“Well, when you beg so prettily, how could I deny you?” Claude grinned, and quickly began placing kisses along Byleth’s exposed skin, sinking lower until he was positioned comfortably between her thighs. Claude buried his face between her legs, causing Byleth to shout in surprise as he began to eat her out without warning. She tasted absolutely divine, and Claude found himself never wanting to come up for air.
She did not let him feast for long. Byleth’s hand tangled in his hair, drawing a sharp hiss from Claude as she pulled him away from her cunt. “As talented as you tongue is, I need more, Claude.”
He smiled down at her and leaned in for another kiss, his hands running reverently down her sides. When Byleth arched into him, his hand moved to her back as he tried to bring her as close as possible. His hand brushed against something soft, and Claude pulled away from her.
Byleth whined, only to yelp a moment later when Claude flipped her over onto her stomach. And there, sitting at the base of her spine, was a white fluffy tail. He had known she had one, had even caught glimpses of it before in battle, but he had never gotten a good look at it before. Byleth always wore that long jacket that covered her entire backside. Which really was a shame, because her ass was just as amazing as the rest of her.
“Claude, what are you doing?” Byleth whined. She tried to roll back over, but Claude held her in place.
“Give me a minute. I’ve never gotten to touch your tail before.” Claude smirked as he nipped at her shoulder, relishing the gasp she rewarded him with when his fingers lightly played with her cotton soft fur.
Byleth pressed herself back against him, rubbing herself against her erect cock. “You can play with my tail all you like later, but right now, fuck me,” she demanded.
He chuckled as her ears folded back in annoyance, but lifted her hips and positioned himself behind her. “Damn, By, I love you.” The words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. And before she could answer him, Claude entered her. Byleth cried out in relief as he slowly sank every inch of himself inside her, clawing at the sheets and twisting them to shreds.
“Yes, Claude,” she hissed, pushing back to meet his thrust. “So good.”
She was hot, her walls clinging to him, desperate for him to stay inside her. Claude groaned and bent forward, resting his forehead against Byleth’s back. He slowly began to pull out of her, Byleth whining at the loss, only to purr happily when he thrust back in. Claude tried to keep a slow and gentle pace, he really did, but between his own desires and Byleth begging him for more, he was soon pounding into her at a rapid pace.
“Claude, yes, Claude,” Byleth moaned over and over again, saying his name like a chant. When he reached a hand to her back, stroking his fingers through the fur of her tail, he felt Byleth tighten almost painfully around him as she cried out. He caught her before she collapsed forward, lifting her up so her back was pressed against his chest. A few more thrusts into her tight heat, and Claude was filling her with his cum, moaning words of love and adoration against her shoulder.
Claude lowered them both down none to gracefully, but managing not to land on top of Byleth. She sighed as his now soft cock slipped from her body, and turned to nuzzle against him. “Mate,” she cooed happily, kissing his chin. “I love you too, Claude.”
He held her tightly, kissing her head and stoking her ears. He could not remember a time when he had ever been this happy. Not even after the had defeated Nemesis. Not even when the crown was placed on his head. No. This, right here, with Byleth in his arms, this was truly the best moment of his life.
“Hey,” Claude said some time later, breaking the comfortable silence. “Earlier, what you were saying about not fighting your heat, what did you mean by that?”
The question alone was worth it for the dark blush that crossed Byleth’s cheeks. Her ears laid back against her hair, only heightening the rather adorable image. “I usually take a blend of herbs to lessen the effects of my heats, but we were so surprised by the rebels’ attack, I did not have time to prepare it.”
“And the time before?”
Byleth buried her face against his chest and groaned. Claude only laughed and waited. Eventually Byleth raised her face again, but her cheeks were still a deep pink. “After we defeated Nemesis. I felt one coming, and when you asked me to meet you in the Goddess Tower, I was going to admit how I felt about you. But then we were interrupted, and there was never a time after that when we got to be alone. Not before you left anyways.”
Claude’s smile died and he kissed the top of her head. “I am sorry I had to leave you.”
Byleth shook her head, the tips of her ears tickling his chin. “No, you did what you had to. But it did leave me in the rather awkward position of explaining to Seteth why the coronation needed to be postponed.” A smile began to work its way back onto Claude’s face, but was quickly replaced with a look of surprise when Byleth’s hand reached between them and grasped his cock. He was already half hard again. He knew he was still a young man, but that recovery time was quick even for him. Most likely Byleth’s pheromones were affecting him in other ways he had not read about. That would certainly be something worth studying. “And then I was in this bed, moaning your name for days as I pleasured myself, begging for your cock.”
And now that imagine was firmly in his head. Claude prided himself on his quick wits, but Byleth had a talent for making him speechless.
Byleth shoved him onto his back and quickly straddled him, rubbing her ass against his cock until he was once more fully erect and begging to fuck her. She grinned down at him, bunny ears held straight with pleasure, and lowered herself onto him. Claude moaned as Byleth fucked herself on his cock, delighting in the obvious pleasure on her face.
He reached up to cup her breasts, enjoying the way they bounced in his hands. He rolled his hips to meet her, sinking himself deeper into her. And then she did something with her hips, something absolutely sinful that he could not pay full attention to because it was doing that thing where she made him forget what words were. She laughed, a rare but beautiful sound, and leaned down to kiss him. “My mate,” Byleth cooed against his skin. “Claude, my mate, all mine.”
“Yes, By! Yours! All yours!” He came for a second time, filling Byleth again.
She gasped and continued to ride him, even as his cock grew soft inside her. Claude reached between them and stroked her clit with one hand, the other reaching up to pet one of her ears. Byleth bucked against him once, twice, and then rode out her own orgasm against Claude’s hand.
When Claude pulled out of Byleth, he saw his own semen leaking out of her, and he could not help but smile, genuine and bright, at the thought of a child growing inside her. His child.
He had become King of Almyra, and now he would have the Queen of Fódlan as a lover. And their children would unite nations.
Byleth opened her eyes and gave a small cry of protest when Claude swung his feet over the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.
He could feel Byleth’s eyes on him as he searched through his ruined clothes, ears perking up in interest when he gave a cry. “Aha! Found it!”
Claude hurried back to the bed and quickly snuggled back against Byleth’s warm body. “Give me your hand.”
Byleth did as he bid, and he slid the emerald ring onto her finger. “I was going to give this to you at the Goddess Tower, but well, like you said, we got interrupted. I want you to be my wife, Byleth.”
She purred happily, rubbing her head against the bottom of his chin before she lifted her face for a kiss. “Of course I’ll marry you, Claude von Riegan. I have a ring for you as well.”
“Do you now?”
“I do.” Byleth sighed happily and closed her eyes. “But it will have to wait. I am too comfortable to move right now.”
Claude chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “We’ve got time, my love.”
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I had a really bad day (I wont say why because I wouldnt want you to feel like I'm guilting you into anything) and I was wondering if maybe you had a dfv/lfv or inimitable verse drabble you havent put up or one on here you really like you could point me to (navigation is hard on mobile) or even just some like hcs. If not its totally ok! You dont owe me anything. But I thought I'd ask and see if that's ok.
Oh no!
Sorry that you had a rough day my dear. I don’t have much in the works for those verses right now (I’ve been hammering my head against a wall, trying to write out a piece exploring Gwen and Murderdock’s relationship–it’s not working tho, so I’m stopping). Of course any of the Clint-based pieces are fun in those verses if you need a pick me up, but I am equally fond of Chapter 13 of Sidebars.
But! If you don’t mind a little piece from Lying by Omission/The Sprawl I’ve got cute little bit of Jack and Ben going out to dinner with Matt and Peter?
I’ll put it under the cut if you’re down
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“Dad, let’s go out to eat.”
Jack didn’t trust that. Jack had been scarred by the durian. Permanently scarred. He was never coming back from the durian. He was etching a durian with a big ‘X’ through it into the top of his next coffin for future archaeologists to find and have absolutely no questions about.
Matt, sensing that he was presently not receiving the amount of attention that he could be receiving, oozed out of the kitchen and draped himself over the back of the couch, right behind Jack’s shoulders. Jack glanced to the side and noted that he was wearing shoes.
He wasn’t chancing it.
“No shoes on the couch,” he said.
“It’s my couch,” Matt hummed, already migrating over to the couch’s arm, no doubt to burrow his way under Jack’s own arm.
“It’s a couch.”
“My couch,” Matt hummed, plucking Jack’s phone out of his hand and tossing it callously to the other side of said couch. He then executed the burrow and wriggled himself over so that he was the sole occupant of Jack’s lap. He waited, as sweet as could be, until he had Jack’s more or less undivided attention.
The kid was heavy. Jack couldn’t tell if he knew just how heavy he was.
He suspected that he was more than aware of it.
Matt beamed at him. He did not pull his shoed feet over the couch’s arm.
A sign of obedience. Or perhaps a buttering-up technique.
Tricky, tricky.
“Why do we need to go out to eat? What’s wrong with what’s in the fridge?” Jack asked Matt’s untrustworthy grin.
It faded a little because there was a pout which needed doing.
“I’m tired of eating potatoes,” Matt huffed.
“Take it back,” Jack scolded him. “I won’t hear any raggin’ on tatties in this household.”
“I want rice.”
“I’ll make you rice, Matty.”
“I don’t want your rice.”
Picky little shit. Just like his mother. She’d been the type to refuse a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if the slop wasn’t equally distributed.
Jack’s rice was perfectly fine. It even had bits of onion in it. If he was feeling real fancy, he might even cook it in broth or something.
“Fine, so make rice yourself,” he said. Matt squirmed up and wrapped arms around Jack’s neck. He put his cheek against it and immediately made the skin there it itch.
“You need a shave,” Jack huffed, reaching back for his phone. Vanessa was doing battle with her replacement: Bella the cat. She was giving their zombie group the play by play of the her and the cat’s opposing campaigns to win Wade’s favor. Thus far, Bella had broken a plate and gotten scratchies and kisses for it. Vanessa was outraged.
It was an outrage to behold.
“Daddy.”
Not this again. This was no reason to bring out the big guns.
“Get your shoes,” Matt whined.
“Baby, you can go out. I’m not stopping you from going out. No one is stopping you from going out, god help us,” Jack told him.
Matt abandoned his neck, stretched out, quick as a whip, and snatched the phone on the other cushion. He crammed it into his shirt and then replaced himself and his face-broom against Jack’s pulse point.
Yeah.
Yeah, Jack didn’t know what he’d expected to happen here.
“Matt,” he warned.
“Dinner.”
“The last time we went to dinner, you broke my heart, soul, and trust.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. ”
“I won’t,” Matt promised, pulling back to add puppy eyes to the mix.
That was unfair. Uncalled for. Totally underhanded.
“Why don’t you go out with Foggy?” Jack tried as a last-ditch effort.
“Because I want to go out with you,” Matt emphasized. “My pops. My old man. We gotta bond. It’ll make me more well-adjusted. The internet says so.”
Jack was confiscating the internet. The internet was a know-it-all snitch.
“DAD.”
“Fine, for fuck’s sake, boy. Get off, you’re drowning me here.”
Jack would go out to dinner on one condition.
Two conditions actually.
1) There was to be no durian. Anywhere. At all.
2) He got to bring moral support.
Matt was more than cool with that because it meant that he could replace the durian with another creative element which would equally torture Jack.
So Jack asked Ben Parker to come along. Parker was sharp as a tack. Compared to Jack, he was a man of the world. A reasonable and sensitive body with respect for his fellow humans. He promised to help Jack identify potential threats to his person flung his way by his uncaring and mischievous son.
Unfortunately, to that end, Matt insisted that they take Ben’s nephew, Peter, out with them too.
Jack knew from the start that this was Matt inserting his chaos element into what might otherwise be a perfectly tolerable and uneventful night out. But he also held out hope that Peter would be the sweet, kind-hearted boy he appeared to be.
It really was too much to ask for.
Peter latched his whole body onto Matt within seconds of their two parties meeting up and the two of them immediately set to whispering which bode poorly for everyone else involved.
“I believe we may have made a mistake,” Ben observed, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.
Matt wanted rice and Peter wanted something sour enough to leave ulcers in his mouth, so the two of them decided that Thai food would achieve both of these effects. Jack was suspicious. Ben told him that Thai food was very tasty and he had little reason to fear, except.
Except.
“Peter hates durian, it’s fine, he won’t be setting up any conspiracies around it,” Ben promised him.
Mm.
They’d see about that.
Foggy had said something similar when he and Matt had dragged Jack out for Filipino food.
Jack was pretty sure that Peter just wanted a lime. He was 90% sure that all Peter’s cravings could be satisfied with a lime right now.
Matt, however, in an unlikely turn of events, convinced him that he should get food-substances to accompany his burning desire for limes. Peter grumbled at this and deferred to his uncle for support in the face of this logic.
Chaos element, located.
“Pick a carb,” Ben directed.
“Sugar is a carb,” Peter argued.
“Pick a carb in a less refined form,” Ben countered easily.
“If it’s raw sugar, it—”
“Veg, noodles, or rice,” Ben offered him.
Peter scowled.
“You said a carb,” he pouted. “I want sugar.”
“I have good news for you, sweet child of mine,” Ben said fondly. “There is sugar in everything served in the United States of America. You will have your sugar. Pick its structure: veg, noodles, or rice.”
Ben made Jack feel like a shit dad sometimes. Although, to be fair, Jack hadn’t been a dad as long as Ben had.
Peter, outwitted and bitter about it, agitated Matt to help him.
Matt saw no need for that.
“You’re gonna be hungry in an hour and then you’re gonna whine about it,” he declared.
Peter scowled at him and then turned his lethal puppy eyes onto Jack. Jack set up a menu between the two of them because he was not strong enough to cope with that.
Peter whined behind it.
Things were going too smoothly for too long. Jack did not trust the decent behavior happening at this table. Ben got a kick out of his paranoia, which was great because someone needed to.
“What are you hiding?” Jack asked Matt. Matt scoffed.
“Chill, old man,” he said. “We’re literally just having dinner. Maybe try to have a good time, huh?”
No.
Something evil was afoot.
Peter snickered. Matt swatted at him; he easily dodged the hand.
Trouble.
Dinner was eaten and paid for and Jack eventually gave up and settled down. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Matt was right. Thai food was nice. No incidents had occurred. There was no durian. Ben and Peter made for good conversation, even if everything led back to Peter’s obsession with sci-fi films.
Ben told him that if he kept mentioning them, the aliens would hear him and his name would start to move up higher up on their list of potential captures.
The kid was horrified.
Matt helpfully started counting off the number of times Peter had mentioned aliens in the last week and Peter had briefly looked like he was going to cry.
“Is your wife not going to hear of this?” Jack asked Ben as they walked after the trouble duo who had determined that they were finding dessert at a different location. They seemed to know what they were after, so Jack and Ben left them to it.
“Oh, she will,” Ben said.
“And you don’t mind?”
“She encourages it. She’s convinced him that if you leave a tv on static, aliens can pick up on your watch history.”
Interesting parenting techniques going on here.
Ben laughed.
“Well, I guess we just figure that if you’ve got a weird kid, it’s easier on everyone if you just lean into it. My brother probably wouldn’t be so down with it, but he’s not here, so whatever.”
Ah, right.
“Peter’s your brother’s son, then,” Jack noted.
Ben hummed.
“I…guess,” he said uneasily. “I—it’s hard to explain. I mean, biologically, yeah he’s Rich’s son. But, you know, me and May’ve raised him for longer than Rich and Mary were ever in his life, so, I dunno. Is it fucked up that I kind of think of him as my son?”
No. Not at all.
“My eldest brother pretty much raised me,” Jack told him. “My mama couldn’t be assed to do anything more than scream at the drop of a hat and my daddy was busy drinking himself to death, so Bill was the one who got me up and dressed and off to school in the morning. I always thought of him as a mix between a brother and a mom.”
“No shit?” Ben said. “Where is he? He still around?”
Uuuuuuuh.
“We haven’t talked for a long time,” Jack said.
“Oh? Well, now’s your chance you know.”
Jack tried not to wince too sharply. Ben caught it anyways.
“Or not,” he said. “You don’t have to if its painful or something.”
Oh, buddy.
“We’ll see,” Jack decided. “I’ll need to think about it.”
He didn’t know how Matt would react. Hell, he didn’t know how he would react to seeing Bill again.
Matt and Peter presented Jack with a drink that had evil hiding in the bottom of it.
He should have known better to think he’d escape that night uninjured.
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I hope this cheers you up my dear and that things get easier for you soon!
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Idea for a story: Your choice of guy pokemon trainer/gym leader goes off into Glimwood Tangle for one reason or another and comes across a herd of several Galarian Rapidash and Ponyta. Things quickly go from serene to silly as the unfortunate fellow finds himself surrounded and quickly brought to tears of laughter by the fluffy unicorns and their fluffy manes, tails, and equine affection.
AHH! I love it! I hope you like this, techdraconis! This was such a fun prompt!
This also made me realize I have yet to write for M.Protag/Shield. I am happy with this fic. XD
Shield huffed as he crossed another herd of Implidimp. The tiny mischievous Pokemon had a habit of climbing into his backpack with the attempt of stealing berries. While he didn’t mind passing out the extras he had, the little Pokemon loved to harass him into giving them all the fruit! It was equal parts irritating and strangely adorable.
Shield found himself currently sitting on a lone log in the middle of Grimwood Tangle, finally finding a spot not surrounded by glowing mushrooms. He had taken off his backpack and was now resting his eyes, letting the day’s exhaustion ease out of him. Just a few more paths and he’d be in Ballonlea. He was excited to see what the town had to offer, and just what kind of gym leader Opal would be.
He was too lost in his thoughts to notice the hooves against the grass. He didn’t see the Ponyta until he opened his eyes, locking gazes with the fluffy Pokemon as it had its mouth inches from his berry pocket. Shield blinked, and the Ponyta neighed in fright, running behind a tree only a few short feet away.
“Oh! Um! It’s alright, love. Come here...” Shield reached inside his bag, pulling out the berries. He held out a handful to the Ponyta, who looked at him with big, curious eyes. Shield smiled gently, letting his hand rest on the ground as a sign of friendship. The Ponyta shuffled over to him, bowing its head slowly to eat the berries. When Shield didn’t move, it began to eat.
Shield smiled at the Pokemon, resisting the urge to run his hands through it’s soft mane. He didn’t want to spook the fickle creature. He looked up, only to be surprised that he had somehow gained the attention of many Ponyta, all shuffling into the clearing. They seemed to be attracted to the berries and the trainer who passed them out. Before Shield knew it, he was surrounded by the Pokemon, all trying to nose their way into his bag and hand, reaching for the berries.
“H-hey! Waihahait!” Shield yelped when one of the Ponyta pushed their nose into his chest, looking for berries in his jacket. Another sniffed at his hip, making him giggle at the ticklish breath of air. Before he knew it, Shield was on his back as the Ponytas searched him, prodding his torso and nuzzling his belly, all looking for berries. “Wahahahhaiaiait! I-I dohohohohon’t have thahhehaha behehehehrries!” Shield cried, rolling on his side and curling up as the Ponytas poked and prodded him. At this point, he suspected they just wanted to play.
A loud cry suddenly echoed across the clearing, and Shield looked up to see a wild Rapidash enter, trailed by a few more Ponytas. The herd that had him surrounded raised their heads, clearly recognizing their leader. They immediately galloped over to the Rapidash, who eyed Shield with what he could only describe as playful amusement, before leading it’s army back into the woods.
Shield sat up slowly, rubbing at his torso as he adjusted his hat. Beside him, his berry pocket was empty, not even a crumb left to its name. He sighed and stood up, grabbing his bag and pulling it on. Suddenly, he felt a gentle bump at his side. Looking down, the same Ponyta from earlier looked up at him with sweet, kind eyes. Shield reached down and gave the Pokemon a gentle pet on the head. “I’m gonna guess you wanna come with me?” The Ponyta yipped with eagerness, and Shield laughed, pulling out a friend ball. The Ponyta pressed its nose against the ball, and before Shield knew it, he had a new companion on his side.
I hope you like it! XD
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