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sukifans · 3 years

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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

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simpsamaa · 4 years

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Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains.

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone,

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam.

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers.

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle.

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,”

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science.

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more.

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk.

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’.

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss.

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you.

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up.

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone.

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt.

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend.

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

#haikyuu headcanons #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa headcanons #hq daichi #daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #daichi headcanon #hq headcanons #hq captains

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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present’s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

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killuababie · 4 years

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SIS IM IN THE MIDDLE OF DOING MY REQS FOR TODAY, BUT I GOT BORED AND WANTED TO REQ SMTH FROM MY FAVE MUTUAL (don’t tell the others i said that)!! CAN I GET HCS ANY HQ TEAMS U WANT WITH A BRITISH MANAGER WHO SWEARS A LOT? COZ THATS ME ISTG- 😤💖💖

Cursing like a sailor

Summary: Manager!Reader who curses a lot.

Pairing: Inarizaki x Manager!Reader, Aoba Josai x Manager!Reader.

Type: Platonic Headcanons.

A/N: AHHH ILYSM AND DW I WON'T EXPOSE YOU 😳 BTW IM SO SORRY FOR FINISHING THIS SO LATE :( also cursing a string of words is such a big fat mood that's deadass the best thing ever.

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INARIZAKI:

You're their first manager, hence they're HYPED! Also the fact you're a foreigner, a British person they're like aHH GO CRAZY GO STUPID, well Atsumu to be very specific.

At first everyone is so nice and welcoming towards you. Esp Aran, he's your best boy and you're absolutely whipped for him, also y'all give hugs every day. Kita is extra careful towards you and would definitely ask you about your culture. Osamu would love to make traditional food related to your culture. Suna is whipped but he's waiting for that one moment so he could record some spicy stuff like atsumu getting his ass beat by you

Atsumu being the bitch he is, is always up your ass and you, istg you try so hard to be so nice to him.

One day he's trying to impress you since you stepped into the school. He was DEDICATED he's actually desperate to get a compliment from you.

You being their manager to the court room and he's trying to impress you with his serve but it hits you in the face instead you deadass just yeet and fall. Rip y/n-chan 2k20

HES SCARED. Scared is an understatement. Everyone is almost about to murder him and yeet his ass into the 8th dimension

But he's TERRIFIED when he sees you get up and look dead in the eyes as blood drips down your nostril

At this point he's screaming.

Atsumu: OH MY GOD Y/N IM- EYE

You: Atsumu, you pisshead dickface motherfucker if you don't fucking stop pulling your shitty shenanigans on me, I'll rip off your filthy shiteating useless head off and play volleyball with it 🥰🥰

Nah they're ALL terrified of you now. Atsumu's soul has left his body and he's paper white pale.

Suna is concerned about you but he's THRIVING recording the shit go down. Man's got priorities 😔

Aran and Kita being the sweet babies go to you and take you to the infirmary. Osamu definitely whips a new one into Atsumu.

And since then they haven't got enough of your cursing. They definitely didn't develop a kink for it

AOBA JOSAI:

Being their manager...

I feel sorry for you because Oikawa 🥰

But the fact that you were a British person made you popular in classes but when you joined the boys vbc your popularity went 📈📈📈 and Oikawa being whipped for you was exhausting for YOU.

When you first introduced to them as their new manager, you could literally see hearts in their eyes, like deadass.

Iwaizumi was the most protective of you, while makki and Matsun coming after them. Kindaichi would get beetroot red whenever you talked to him. Kunimi being the calm one would sometimes stutter while talking with you. Yahaba and Watari drool over you. Well Kyoutani... He ain't even come so 👁️👄👁️

They warm up to you quite quickly esp Oikawa.

Being their manager is not an easy task. Being their only manager means finishing your duties, help them think of new strategies, take care of their health esp Oikawa because bih he works way too much and then the hardest of it all... his fangirls.

Since you're new you don't really curse out loud but definitely mutter under your breath.

It's competition season and ofc being the smart person you are you haven't slept in 2 days. You could feel it in depths of your asshole that you're gonna break your cursing wall today.

Ofc the moment you step out the bus y'all are gathering attention and you quite soon lose the sight of Oikawa. Unfortunately, Iwa-chan has to ask you fetch him.

HE HAS TO BE SURROUNDED BY HIS FANGIRLS AND IGNORE YOUR CALLS- hol on lemme pray for oikawa

You deadass drilling holes into his back while walking up to the little group before warning the girls "now the the show is over and I need y'all to please fuck off 🥰 also Oikawa I think you have got too much shit in your ears for you to not hear my fucking calls."

You drag him to the team while cursing the living shit outta him. Man's low-key turned on tho

When he meets the team he's like "Wow y/n-chan curses more than Iwa-chan" and they're all confused.

Soon as the time passes they get the proof for themselves and Iwa is low-key shocked and he's DEFINITELY crushing on you now.

You 🤝 Iwa: planning Oikawa's murder infront of him.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi in Bad Day Surprises

OMG LOVE. THIS IS SO BIG-BRAIN, I LOVE THIS. I hope you enjoy this @scrappydaisies 😘

Word count: ~1.7k

BOKUTO

⭐ It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong

⭐ You woke up late, missing breakfast as you ran to work, awkwardly putting on your jacket as you sprinted

⭐ When you got to work, you hadn’t printed your proposal and notes, so you ran late for the meeting because of it

⭐ To top it off, you forgot you had a meeting with your supervisor to discuss a potential raise

⭐ (Yikes)

⭐ Of course, you not only forgot your lunch, you’d forgotten your wallet so you couldn’t even buy food!

⭐ Just a whole-ass series of unfortunate events 😔

⭐ Normally, you’d go bother Akaashi - one of your coworkers’ & the reason you had met Bokuto - but he was out with the flu so you didn’t want to bother him

⭐ You also would have texted Bokuto an SOS, BUT of course, he was out traveling for a match so there was no help there

⭐ So, you found yourself fuming at your desk, asking yourself and all possible deities out there on why you had such bad karma, angrily vent-texting Bokuto

⭐ Though he was preoccupied and not reading/responding to your texts, you felt a bit better getting it out of your system

⭐ One of your other coworkers noticed the predicament that you were in, and ended up buying you food

⭐ As you made your way home, you pull out your phone again to see that Bokuto had left you on read

⭐ Well okay then

⭐ It’s not like that hurt or anything

⭐ (it 100% did but what else could go wrong, y’know?)

⭐ Bokuto wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days because work

⭐ But that didn’t stop you from opening the door and calling “I’m home!” to an empty house

⭐ Leading to you laughing at yourself...which eventually became hysterical...and soon enough, you were standing in the hallway sobbing

⭐ “Babe?”

⭐ Your brain short-circuits

⭐ “K-kou?!” you sniff

⭐ You were a complete wreck by now. Like, your entire face was hot, the tears would not stop, you were snotty as heck

⭐ Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, his eyes wide at your face before he rushes at you

⭐ “What’s wrong pretty one?” he asks, “is it because of your day?”

⭐ (ngl imagining Bokuto calling you ‘pretty one’ made my heart skip a beat)

⭐ “Kou!” you sob, burying your face into his chest. “Today was honestly the worst day of my life”

⭐ He just rubs your back soothingly, murmuring soft declarations of love and comfort

⭐ You pull back, wiping your nose on your sleeve

⭐ “Wait, what are you doing here?”

⭐ “Oh right! C’mere”

⭐ Bokuto takes your hand gently, leading you towards the living room

⭐ He had taken the time to construct a massive blanket fort there, golden fairy lights everywhere. The TV was already on with your favorite movie queued, and bags of your favorite takeout were there

⭐ Bokuto scratched at the back of his neck. “I knew you were having a really rough day, and I got back early so I figured you’d like this surprise”

⭐ Of course, you start crying again and Bokuto’s freaking out like OML WHAT DO I EVEN DO

⭐ He thought he broke you, the poor bby

⭐ You’re just shaking your head, crying and you’re just like “I just love you so much, why the heck are you so thoughtful”

⭐ He panics and is like, “why don’t we get you outta this and we can start watching some movies, yeah?’

⭐ And you’re like nodding (you’re still crying lmao) as you drag your feet to the bathroom to freshen up, change, and rejoin your mans in the living room

⭐ “You’re literally the best, you know that?” you sniffle as you re-enter

⭐ Bokuto flashes you a grin, opening his arms as he waits for you to crawl into them

⭐ “I’m so lucky to have you” you mutter, burying your face once more

⭐ “Oh baby, I think I’m lucky to have you” he says as he chuckles, rubbing your back and peppering kisses onto your face

⭐ But in general, Bokuto will randomly surprise you with food, snacks, spontaneous things whenever you’re having a bad day because spontaneity is fun as heck!

TSUKISHIMA

⭐ You and Tsukki met when you guys were in the same class

⭐ Your teacher had separated him from Yams because they kept talking (SMACK)

⭐ Little did he know that by moving Tsukishima to sit behind you, you’d end up dating!

⭐ It started when you were jamming out to music and straight vibing

⭐ He was kinda intrigued, the boy thought you were cute but he didn’t want to vocalise it because he’s such a kuudere istg

⭐ It was Yams who started talking to you, which encouraged Tsukki to do so as well!

⭐ SUCCESS

⭐ Anyways, y’all start dating and all that jazz

⭐ One day, you come into school lookin like a wreck. A complete mess

⭐ You had pulled an all-nighter in order to finish a paper you were really struggling with

⭐ Like, you had been working on it all. week. and you STILL needed that extra 8 hours to work on it

⭐ And as you were leaving the house this morning, your parents were yelling at you for grades or something, so in general you were in a bad mood

⭐ To top it all off, your headphones had decided to die while you were walking to class, so you didn’t even have the comfort of music to help you

⭐ You were ranting the entirety of lunch, with Yams interjecting with some words of comfort as Tsukishima just silently listened and provided you soft touches to let you know that he was there

⭐ He really wasn’t the type to talk much, especially in public. BUT he was definitely very expressive behind closed doors

⭐ So, once school ends, you head home and just collapse onto your bed - dead to the world

⭐ You woke up because your phone started ringing

⭐ In your haste to fall asleep, it somehow ended up stuck to your face LOL

⭐ You pick it up, groggy as heck

⭐ “Hullo?”

⭐ “Can you open the door?”

⭐ “Kei?!”

⭐ You stand up suddenly, falling onto the floor as the sudden blood-rush made you lighte-headed

⭐ “Did you just fall?” he asked, snickering slightly

⭐ “Shut up” you scowl as you slowly get your bearings and make your way to the door, hanging up in the process

⭐ “What are you doing here?” you ask, rubbing your eye with your knuckles as you stare up at your boyfriend

⭐ “Am I not allowed to visit you?” he quipped back, a pink flush on his cheeks. “I have something for you”

⭐ You step back, letting him into the house. “You didn’t have to, I’m sure you’re tired after practice”

⭐ “Shut up, I wanted to”

⭐ You guys make your way to your room

⭐ Tsukishima sits at your desk, unzipping his volleyball bag and pulling out a box. “Here.” he says, passing it to you

⭐ Your eyes widen. “Kei! You really didn’t have to”

⭐ He had gotten you some fancy, noise-cancelling headphones

⭐ (Personally, they’d be AirPods but y’know, it’s whatever y’all prefer!)

⭐ “I know you were having a rough day, and music always makes it better for you so just take it,” he scowled, hiding the red roses on his cheeks

⭐ You grin, putting it down gently before you throw yourself onto him. “Thank you, thank you so much”

⭐ “You’re welcome.” He coughs awkwardly

⭐ Pulling back, you eye his face as he fiddles with his hands.

⭐ “Do you...maybe wanna cuddle or something?” you smirk

⭐ “Shut up..maybe”

⭐ “C’mon then”

⭐ Anyways, if it wasn’t obvious, Tsukki is the type that will hold you and listen to you rant

IWAIZUMI

⭐ Ugh, college-life woes

⭐ You and Iwa lived together in an apartment. Y’all have been dating for a cool min now

⭐ But the problem of adult life!!

⭐ Y’all just don’t have time for one another

⭐ Or, not as much as you’d like

⭐ Iwa’s busy with his classes and internship

⭐ (Not to mention working out because c’mon this man never stops the grind)

⭐ Like this man is working HARD for his future!!!

⭐ You’re busy finishing up your own final projects and working too

⭐ Y’all basically only see each other for a few minutes every night when you’re laying in bed, updating each other about your day’s before you KO

⭐ SO, when you come home after a really stressful week of late-nights, little sleep, one-meal a day type of situation, you were pleasantly surprised to find your boo at home

⭐ Not to mention, there were candles out, a bottle of wine on the table, and plates of your favorite meal

⭐ HOME-COOKED BECAUSE THIS MAN IS THE PERFECT PACKAGE OK

⭐ “What is this?”

⭐ He looks up, grinning. “Well, I know that someone hasn’t been able to take care of themselves this week, so I decided to take the night off and spend time with them”

⭐ Iwaizumi comes around you, guiding you to the table by the small of your back

⭐ Pulling out the chair, letting you sit before he pushes it in

⭐ “You’re spoiling me Haji” you muse as he pours you a glass of wine

⭐ “Well if you won’t do it, then I will” he shrugs. “Cheers baby” he lifts his own glass, waiting for you to tap yours against his

⭐ If you thought that was the surprise, YOU WERE MISTAKEN

⭐ BECAUSE THERE WAS MOREEE

⭐ He decided to go ALL-OUT with the romance

⭐ After you guys finish dinner, he leads you up to the bathroom where there were unlit candles, and a BATH BOMB

⭐ TBH, I’m imagining LUSH’s Sex Bomb bath-bomb, but it’s whatever you prefer!

⭐ Just know that he added extra petals into the bath just for you

⭐ (you always complain that there weren’t enough lmao)

⭐ He draws the bath and lights the candles as you strip and get ready to shower

⭐ This man is out here washing your hair, soaping you up

⭐ All that wholesome goodness 💘

⭐ He even carries you into the bath!!

⭐ After you’re situated, he brings you the wine glasses and a tablet so y’all can watch a movie or catch up to whatever anime y’all are watching together as he slips into the bath behind you

⭐ All in all, he goes ALL OUT when it comes to spoiling you (he’s a romantic at heart) and honestly, you just need to cuff this man A.S.A.P.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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About Time

Benoit Blanc x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: drinking, clubbing, (consensual, legal) age gap

Author’s Note: Hi love!! This request was SO MUCH FUN to write istg, Benoit Blanc thoughhhhhh. I hope you like it because you’re super nice and you have great taste in men obviously :)

Requested: by @tealaquinn, You’re literally an angel🥰Benoit Blanc needs more appreciation bcuz he’s a perfect gentleman❤️ so BBxreader where reader is in her late 20s, they’re besties, she knows him through her bff’s father. They met at a family party and became inseparable. Everyone keeps joking about them😂 BB&reader are chill w/h this😂maybe one day reader hints that he’s her perfect man but he can’t believe that lol they go to the club (song: Playing games by Summer Walker) & BB is like ‘wow’, maybe a make out sesh??

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song: Playing Games by Summer Walker

(not my gif)

When you were in high school you had never had a real best friend. Granted, you haven't really ever felt bad about that. You had a few close friends through your teen years and then your early twenties but you had never had a real best friend until Benoit.

Your friend Dolores had dinner at her house when you were about 26 or something and her dad had also invited over some friends. Her dad was super strict even if the two of you were technically adults now and had set up a whole seating arrangement for the evening. You were sat next to one of his friends, Benoit.

He was obviously more than a couple years your senior but you hit it off right away. He talked about how he was a detective and you listened intently to the stories he told about crazy cases he had been paid to work and you were enamored. You were witty and very interested in crime (as a research hobby you had to clarify) so when he talked about the crazy twists and turns you knew you had to see him again.

Dolores, annoyed you didn’t have a boyfriend and worried you were trying to hit on her dad's friend, reluctantly gave you Benoit's number and it was all history from there.

You were super close and at this point inseparable. It was nice, having him around or always being around him. You had never had someone like that before and he was already a perfect gentleman so it was as good as it could get really.

You sat on the floor of the living room in Benoit’s apartment. He was making coffee for the two of you as you watched TV, cuddled up in a blanket as the sound of Kitchen Nightmares played through the house. You were supposed to be looking for a movie to watch but you were too busy trying to figure out if Gordan Ramsey was going to kick the guy out of the kitchen or not.

Your phone rang and you picked it up, answering the call not even checking to see who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Benoit called from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m on the phone!”

“Hey!” Dolores said on the other end. You smiled, propping up your head to be more comfortable to have a conversation.

“What’s up?” you asked, happy to hear from her. She had been on vacation for a bit and you hadn’t seen her around.

“Nothing, I was going to ask you where you were if you wanted to hang tonight or tomorrow but I head Mr.Blanc in the background,” she joked. You rolled your eyes.

“Benoit is making me some coffee.”

“Ah because he’s your boyfriend now?” she teased. You let out a little laugh and ignored the butterflies in your stomach. Sure you had a little crush on your friend but that wasn’t anything big enough to ruin your friendship over.

“No because a good friend makes you coffee, something you would know nothing about.” There was a knock on the door and you looked up but Benoit was already by the door, opening it up. Outside the door was Dolores’ father, making you laugh.

“Your dad is here,” you told her. She let out a huff.

“Tell him to bring me my burger king, we’re supposed to have dinner together.” You rolled your eyes and continued the conversation as Benoit stood outside the door.

“I have those papers you were looking for for that case,” he said, handing them over to Benoit. He raised an eyebrow, taking them and then thumbing through them.

“You are a lifesaver.”

“I see you’re hanging out with Dolores’ friend again,” he pointed out, ignoring the papers and the compliment. Benoit nodded, bringing his glasses off of his face to look at his friend.

“She’s supposed to pick a movie tonight.”

“So are you seeing her?” he teased and Benoit shook his head. He wouldn’t allow himself to think that way, especially in the age gap. While you were both consenting adults you were still younger than him by a considerable amount.

“No I’m not. Thank you for the papers again, you’ll be commended once I solve this case for good.”

Benoit walked back into the house, shutting the door behind him. You had hung up the phone and were now back to laying down and watching TV.

“Have you even looked at the movies?” he asked, grabbing your coffee cups and bringing them over. You shook your head, pointing at the TV.

“Chef Ramsey is throwing out the lettuce Benoit,” you said matter-of-factly, making him chuckle and sit beside you.

“The owner looks like your type,” he poked. You rolled your eyes, turning so you were facing him and the ceiling. He looked down at you. You pointed a finger at him.

“How do you know what my type is?”

“I’m a detective.”

“Maybe you’re my ideal man,” you said, shrugging. He raised an eyebrow and there was only a beat of silence before he took the remote from you to try and find a movie. Although he wouldn’t pretend those words didn’t stick with him, all through the movie.

A few days later you had accepted an invitation from Dolores to go out to the club with her and a bunch of her friends. When you told Benoit this and he told you that he hadn’t been to a club in ages you knew you had to drag him along.

You told him the time and the place (and to be a little bit late) to meet you and there he was, standing in front of a club he hadn’t seen since his own 20s. He wasn’t even sure if he should be there intruding but you had asked him to be there and even if he just popped in, he would see you.

He walked in and was immediately hit with the nostalgic atmosphere. College students and high school ones alike were downing drinks to head to the dance floor, the music blaring. You saw him before he saw you and you walked over there, excusing yourself from the conversation you were having.

“You clean up nice Benoit,” you said with a smile. He turned around and immediately got whiplash at the sight of you. He had seen you wearing your pjs, ready for work, ready for dinner. Your regular sweaters and jeans that he was so used to. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but a short party dress and a fancy jacket was not one of them.

“Wow,” he muttered, taking you in. You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm.

“Is the music slowing down your thought process detective?!” you yelled over the music and he let out a small laugh that you couldn’t hear but saw.

“You look wonderful!” he yelled. You did a curtsy, laughing.

“Thanks! You wanna get some drinks?!” He nodded and he followed you over to the bar. You shoved past some of the people and ordered him and you a drink, knowing what he wanted already.

You turned around, facing him again as you waited for the drinks. He was still taking in the place as a whole and you were having fun watching him do it. His mind was racing. His detective mind and his regular ‘you’ mind. They were melding and he wasn’t having fun with it.

You handed him his drink and he took it but it didn’t look like he was really looking at you. You waved a hand in front of his face and he turned to you.

“You goo-”

He stopped you by kissing you which surprised you to say the least. It was a perfect surprise. You put your drink back on the table and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning over to be closer to him. He put his drink down too, grabbing your waist.

He pulled away abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You grabbed his collar and pulled his lips back to yours. You didn’t taste like alcohol so he felt comfortable that you hadn’t had a drink before he came. You were clear headed and you were making out with him. You practically pushed him onto one of the free bar stools and against the counters as you kept on kissing him.

A few yards away, Dolores caught sight of you and Benoit, practically on top of each other. She smiled a little bit and pointed it out to one of the girls who knew about yours and Benoits friendships. She chuckled.

“It’s about damn time.”

Benoit Blanc: @stardancerluv

Daniel Craig: @records-and-stardust

#benoit blanc x reader #benoit blanc imagines

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forgeandgredimagines · 5 years

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Ew, Feelings『Bakugou Katsuki x Reader』

Request: could u write a bakugou x reader based off of the song crush by tessa violet? i feel like it suits him a lot on the inside. maybe like the readers in his class and he just constantly notices her in and outside of classes? and he tries to keep his cool and not blush even when they’re 10 feet away from him but he can’t help it. idk if u take song writing requests but ur writing is rlly nice and i couldn’t help myself :”) (@skinciiq)

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, I’m so sorry!! I finally finished it tho, thank god for that. I don’t really do song fics but I liked the concept and the song (Crush is such a bop istg) so I wrote this instead. I hope you like it :’) 💕💓

Warnings: Swearing ofc, this is Bakugou after all and I guess OOC Bakugou??

“Fuck.”

That was all Bakugou could say when he figured out what was wrong with him. Why he was always so nervous around you. Why his heart always beat so hard when you were near. Why he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out, just hard to accept.

He felt weak, he didn’t understand how he felt so goddamn vulnerable around you, how you always managed to fluster him, how your very presence threw him off guard.

How was he supposed to become the number one hero if he couldn’t even keep his own feelings in check?

Why were crushes so complicated?

It didn’t help that these feelings didn’t lessen even when you weren’t around. His mind always wandered back to you, he wanted to know how it would feel to have your hand intertwined with his, his arms wrapped around you…his lips against your own.

The very thought had him go red at once. He turned over to his pillow and muffled his screams of frustration against it as he punched his mattress.

He had to keep it down or he was going to wake up the whole building, he didn’t need his classmates knowing about his predicament or worse you finding out about it.

He would never be able to live it down if anyone found out. He had to suppress it, hide it somehow. Nobody could know.

Bakugou Katsuki was never ever going to let you or anyone else find out about his feelings for you. Never.

Easier said than done.

Bakugou felt the true weight of the saying now more than ever. Hiding his feelings was much harder than he thought. He’s become hyperaware of all the people around him now that he’s realized his true feelings for you, making him jittery and paranoid.

It would probably have been more bearable if you weren’t constantly nearby.

Well, it wasn’t as if you could help it, you two were classmates after all but god, just having you in the same room had Bakugou on edge.

It also didn’t help that he know had, dare he say, friends (though he’d never admit this out loud to them) As much as he called them idiots, he knew they weren’t entirely stupid. He knew that if he didn’t control himself they’d eventually catch on.

This was all so frustrating.

Bakugou was suddenly torn away from his thoughts by the familiar bell that signaled the start of their lunch period. He hadn’t even realized that class was almost over, he spent the whole period ignoring Midnight’s lecture and thinking about you, more specifically how you were affecting his heart.

He felt himself getting annoyed, now this stupid crush was affecting his studies. If he was aiming to be the best he had to maintain his grades. He made a mental note to borrow Kirishima or Sero’s notes later.

He slowly got to packing his things while watching you from the corner of his eye, you were chatting animatedly with Kaminari, Bakugou tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit him.

He wondered whether you liked Kaminari, you two always seemed to be talking and it didn’t seem that far fetched of an idea to him. Kaminari, though can act incredibly stupid sometimes, was warm, funny and sociable, everybody seemed to like being around him, heck he even managed to force Bakugou into an unlikely friendship. He seemed to have everything that Bakugou lacked.

Bakugou found himself thinking about things like this way more often than he’d like. A few days ago, you were helping Iida carry papers to the faculty room and Bakugou found himself feeling bitter towards the class representative for a few days before realizing how ridiculous he was acting.

He knew that he shouldn’t go around resenting and getting pissed off at others for interacting with you. It was stupid and jealousy wasn’t a good color on him.

Besides, it wasn’t as if you two were dating or anything, as much as Bakugou wanted that to happen.

Bakugou never thought he’d find himself in this position, he felt so clueless, he didn’t know what or what not to do. He’d always been smart, he always had a plan ready for whatever hurdles came before him but for the first time in his life, Bakugou was devoid of any ideas or plans.

In the end, he resorted to avoiding you. He couldn’t exactly cut you off 100%, you two were classmates after all so he just didn’t talk to you and he avoided any situations that led to him having to interact with you.

Bakugou didn’t really know how to feel about this, on one hand, he was glad that the chance of embarrassing himself and revealing his true feelings didn’t present itself but on the other, he couldn’t help but long to be close to you.

You two suddenly made eye contact. Bakugou found himself almost dropping his notebook, he tore his eyes from yours as he made a beeline to the exit.

He was hyperaware of your eyes in his, what did you want? Did you find out about his feelings? Bakugou didn’t want to know, right now he had to focus on getting away from you.

He was halfway to the cafeteria when he heard quick footsteps approaching and a voice calling out his name.

He turned to see you jogging towards him, he felt his heartbeat quicken as you slowed down to match the same pace as Bakugou.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asked a bit more harshly than he intended, he was trying to focus on not tripping over his words.

“I wanted to talk about our project.” You said not affected by his aggressiveness, you then listing out ideas about said project before Bakugou cut you off.

“What project? What are you talking about?” Bakugou asked in confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows, you were equally confused as Bakugou now.

“That project Midnight was talking about last week? She made a big deal about it, remember?” You explained, “She just announced who would be partners just earlier in class, were you not paying attention?”

“No, I wasn’t.” Bakugou said through grit teeth, you weren’t saying what he thought you were saying right?

“That’s not like you.” You muttered offhandedly, you didn’t seem to have meant to say that out loud, once you realized you did you decided to act like you never said anything at all “So yeah, we’re partners now.”

Of course you were. Out of all his classmates, it just had to be you to be his partner, the world certainly was cruel.

What was the point of trying to distance himself from you if you two were going to be forced together like this? He couldn’t run away from you this time, from what he could remember this was a big project and failing it would be detrimental to his final grade this year.

He had to prioritize this over his stupid pride.

“When do you want to do the dumb thing?” Bakugou grumbled, he avoided your gaze, he was afraid that you’d notice how red his cheeks were.

“Let’s start working on it this weekend.” You decided after thinking for a few seconds, you two reached the entrance to the cafeteria but before separating to your respective seats you asked “My dorm or yours?”

“Whatever, I don’t care.”

“Mine then. See you.” You waved in farewell and headed to your usual table. Bakugou could feel himself grow more relaxed once you left, his warm cheeks slowly returned to its usual state and the butterflies in his stomach calmed down. God, you were going to be the end of him.

Bakugou knew that he swore not to tell anyone about his feelings, nobody at all but he just couldn’t handle it anymore.

After it actually sunk it that he was to spend hours with you, alone together in a tiny room, he was just hit with a wave of anxiety and panic.

He didn’t know what to wear, what to say, what to do! He couldn’t even be in a 10 feet radius away from you without blushing like a total idiot!

“–Okay okay, Bakugou, calm down.”

Kirishima’s soothing voice advised, Bakugou did just that, he had been rambling frustratedly to the redhead without realizing it. It was nice to vent like this, he could see why people loved doing it so much.

“So, you have a crush?’” Kirishima asked a look of mingled shock and amusement etched on his face.

Bakugou grit his teeth “Have you not been fuckin’ listening, Shitty hair?!”

Kirishima laughed loudly, more than used to Bakugou’s temper “It’s just surprising, Baks. I can’t believe you’re in love~” Kirishima said the last sentence in a sing-song voice making the blonde blush even more than he was already. He shoved Kirishima off his bed.

It proved worth it to tell Kirishima about his feelings. Kirishima was much better with people than Bakugou could ever be, he would give advice to the blonde and he was pretty much a pro at calming Bakugou down so that was a plus.

Kirishima would tease but not as much as Kaminari or Sero would, he swore not to tell the others about his crush. Kaminari was a loudmouth and the whole school would know about his crush in less than a day, Sero was the biggest tease ever, he would have teased and poked fun at Bakugou and that would probably lead to the class catching on. Mina, like Kaminari, wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut, plus you two were friends so he definitely couldn’t have her finding out.

After telling Kirishima his feelings and being able to talk about it, Bakugou was able to relax more but as Saturday quickly started approaching his feeling of dread and anxiety came with it.

“Why the fuck is it so hard to pick a goddamn outfit?”

“Because you’re overthinking, it doesn’t matter, just wear whatever.” Kirishima said from Bakugou’s bed watching amusedly at the panicked blonde who had been rummaging through his closet for the past hour.

It was Saturday morning, an hour before Bakugou had to go do the project with you.

Bakugou now knew what those protagonists in those rom-coms his dad liked to watch felt. He found himself worrying over every little detail like his hair, his clothes, his everything.

He’s never felt this nervous ever since his UA admission letter arrived, he couldn’t understand how you could affect him like this.

Kirishima finally took pity on the distraught male and rummaged through the closet with him. He found a simple t-shirt and pants and handed it to the blonde.

“Bakugou, remember what I said, just relax! You’ll be fine, just go on up there, do the project and boom, that’s it! It’ll be a piece of cake.

“Piece of cake, my ass.” Bakugou grumbled as he stared at your dorm door hesitating to knock. He finally stopped stalling after a few more seconds of heated grumbling and quickly rapped at the door.

The door quickly burst open revealing you, Bakugou felt his heartbeat quicken as usual. You smiled warmly at him which only worsened the hammering of his heart.

You let the blonde in and directed him to the small table on the floor which already had a couple of textbooks and research papers sprawled on it, you seemed to have been getting started with the project already.

Bakugou sat down on the floor and you then sat down on the space beside him making the blonde almost jump in his seat. You were so close, he didn’t really think about this.

“Is something wrong?” You asked noticing his odd expression. He averted his gaze and shook his head. “Nothing, let’s just get this over with.”

The next few hours was probably one of the tensest and stressful moments of his life, well that was an exaggeration but it still felt like it for Bakugou. He was worried he’d say something wrong that he only spoke when absolutely necessary and usually responded with nods and “Mhm“s.

He was also blushing like crazy the whole time too, it was so overwhelming and Bakugou didn’t know how to get rid of his red cheeks so he just covered his face with his hand while he “casually” leaned on the table.

You did most of the talking and seemed to be relatively normal but Bakugou knew something was bugging you. Maybe it was all the times he observed you from afar because Bakugou knew all the little cues and quirks you had, he could see that something was bothering you. He didn’t know how to ask you if something was wrong or if he should even meddle but he did not like seeing you like this.

“What is it?” He asked out of the blue breaking the silence and your focus on the project in front of you. You looked up at him confused and let out a “Huh?”

“Something’s bothering you. You got a problem or somethin’?” Bakugou asked, he didn’t mean to make the last part sound like a threat but it was the best he could do.

You chuckled nervously and fiddled with your pencil “It’s nothing, Bakugou, I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t, it’s obvious as fuck, just spit it out.”

You let out a resigned sigh “Well if you insist,” You fiddled even more with your pencil and bit your lip anxiously. You seemed to be trying to look at anything asides from Bakugou’s eyes. “I was just thinking about what I did…to you.”

Now it was Bakugou’s turn to be confused. He raised an eyebrow and asked “What?”

“Well, I just–I know you don’t like me.” You stammered out, Bakugou raised an eyebrow “You seem to not like people in general but it’s like you hate me the most.”

You had dropped the pencil on the table and instead stared dejectedly at your lap. “You’re normally so loud around the others but when I’m around you’re quiet and you can’t even seem to look at me. You always act weird around me.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Bakugou felt waves of guilt and panic wash over him. He felt horrid for making you think this, was this what he seemed like from the outside around you? He always thought that he was being obvious and that his feelings were as clear as day but he was apparently doing a great job at hiding them, so great in fact that you and probably everyone else thinks he hates you.

“What!? You–you didn’t do anything fucking wrong, are you a dumbass?” Bakugou exclaimed incredulously.

“Really? But then why are you-”

“Because I like you!”

Bakugou felt himself freeze. He fucked up real bad this time.

He didn’t even realize that he was saying what he was saying because of how angry he was, not at you but at himself for all of this.

Your head shot up and he could see a look of equal shock that must have matched his own expression at that moment. It took a few seconds for you two to comprehend what just happened.

Bakugou felt his blood pressure skyrocket and his brain short circuit.

“I-I-I–” He couldn’t manage out even some half-assed excuse in the few seconds of silence after that, you two simply stared at each other like a deer in headlights.

“You…like me? As in like like?” You asked incredulously, disbelief evident on your expression and tone. Bakugou nearly choked on air.

How was he supposed to respond? He couldn’t just go “Yup!” And pretend nothing happened, he also couldn’t deny it because then how would he explain himself.

“I–I–Fuck. It doesn’t matter okay? Just forget about it.” Bakugou hissed, he avoided your eyes and tried his best to hide his blushing. He was humiliated.

He wouldn’t find it surprising if you were completely disgusted and revolted at his feelings for you and he wouldn’t blame you for kicking him out of your dorm but to his surprise, you just started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Bakugou asked, he was already embarrassed enough as it was but now you just had to laugh at him?

“I just think it’s so stupid.” You said in between laughs “That I’ve been panicking over my crush hating my guts for weeks when they actually like me back!”

It took a few more seconds for Bakugou to sink this in.

“Wait, what?”

You stopped laughing, flushed bright red and covered your face with your hands. “I’m trying to say that I like you too.”

Bakugou felt waves of relief wash over him, mixed with a lot of shock and pure joy. He couldn’t help but grin.

His heart was still beating rapidly and his cheeks were still the same shade as tomatoes but this time it didn’t feel all that bad. Maybe crushes weren’t as bad as he thought they were.

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jaehyunnie--dew · 5 years

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Limerence [Ten NCT]

noun

the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

friends to lovers!au

warnings- slight angst (barely any), little bit of fluff, heavy smut, thigh riding, skull fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!ten x bratty sub!reader

summary- (istg if i have to write this one more time i’ll fucking snap)

It had been your lifelong dream to travel to Paris with your best friend, and it had finally come true. You spent mornings sipping on dark coffee and nibbling on toast, and afternoons were spent wandering the streets, soaking in the atmosphere. You had another dream though, you wanted to confess your love to Ten and spend days in the hotel room ordering room service and making love and cuddling. The City of Love holds surprises though, so maybe all your dreams can come true...

“I’m not here to fuck around Ten,” you huffed, “we are here for one reason and one reason alone.” You looked around the smoky French café, taking in the sight of multiple people smoking in the building — something you never would have seen back home. “Y/N, we’re here for some coffee and bread and cheese, calm down,” He scoffed, but his small smile betrayed his tone of voice. “That’s not funny, you know it’s always been my dream to have a simple breakfast in Paris, besides I really can’t wait for the brie cheese to bless my taste buds,” you pouted, calming your nerves with slow breaths in and out. This was the trip of your lifetime, what you had saved for since you got your first job in high school. That awful job as a housekeeper you held for three years through your adolescence gave you a good starting point, but it was your job in the office after you graduated that really made this possible. Working as a secretary for the lewd manager was suddenly all worth it as you relished in the smell of high quality tobacco mingling with coffee and light perfumes. Paris’ morning light shone through the window casting a heavenly glow on your best friend, Ten, who had been there for you since that unfortunate day in kindergarten. You had been on the playground after school, and in your innocent mind, you thought it was a great time to confess your undying love for the most popular boy in class. “Hey um,” your little heart was just racing against your chest, “um I think you’re really cute, and I’d be okay with getting cooties if I got them from you.” Yeah well apparently Jeff didn’t want your cooties because he screamed and ran away laughing, saying you were gross and he would never date a girl who picked her nose. That was a complete lie that Karen made up because you caught her not washing her hands after she went to the bathroom, but nobody cared because Karen’s dad was rich. Well that’s when the weird kid in class, Ten, knocked Jeff on his ass for being mean, which resulted in him getting put in the corner for the week. Our friendship blossomed, resulting in many sleep overs up until we were about 12, when our parents decided it was best to not put us in the same room alone for more than a couple minutes. I was there for him when Jennie broke his heart, when he lost his gym shorts during class, even when he lost his virginity. I was the first to know. I am still the first to know whenever he has sex, which is very often... “Hey, loser, where’s your mind,” Ten waved his hand in front of your face. “I was fantasizing about having barbecue sauce on my tiddies,” you referenced your favorite vine, chuckling at the memory. Ten nearly spat out his coffee when you said that, swallowing hard and glaring at you. You knew he had experienced something similar in one of his sexcapades, and loved the reaction it got from him when you mentioned it. “Bitch don’t you fucking dare I had to go to the hospital because of him.” “I know, I just really love that vine and that fact that you actually experienced something similar makes me so genuinely happy.” “Yeah well I’m glad my pain makes you so happy,” the boy across from you glared at you. “What’s the plan for today?” You queried. “It was gonna be The Louvre, then the Eiffel Tower and after that a nice dinner in the hotel, but I’m not so sure now that you’re being a bitch.” “The Louvre!? Oh please Ten I’m sorry, come on take me please! You know how badly I’ve dreamt of seeing the art,” You clasp your hands together under your chin and give him your best puppy eyes. Ten sighed slowly, smiling before saying he would still take you, and that he would never deprive you of something so important to you and your dreams. You finished your coffee just as the waiter came with a loaf of bread sliced thickly and some cheese to spread on it. “Do you need a refill?” He asked curtly, and you nodded, remembering you weren’t at home and waiters weren’t so overly enthusiastic. He placed the food down and took your cup back to have it refilled with coffee and the right portion of sweet cream. “Here,” he placed it on the table and you smiled at him as a light thanks, noticing the way his hair flopped into his dark eyes and the way his lips were parted just slightly. He looked like he had just got done with a mid-morning tryst in the kitchen. “Oh, could we get two separate plates? Family style eating is not my thing,” Ten’s request pulled you out of your small trance, and the waiter nodded. “Ten, the fuck, we don’t even use paper plates at home, what do you mean family style eating is not your thing,” You looked to him in a mildly panicked manner. “You were undressing him with your eyes, you wanna fuck him,” Ten glances towards the kitchen, “can’t say as I blame you, he’s cute.” “W-what? I w-was not!” A deep blush crept over your cheeks, giving away your brief thoughts of a night spent in bed with someone like him. “Get his number, we’re gonna be here for another month, might as well lose it here in the city of love,” Ten smirked as the boy came back with two plates. “Here,” he gave you the dishes, “anything else I can do for you?” He looks directly at you and you blush again, even deeper than before, because his gaze is intense and he seems to be smirking just a bit. “Um, your name?” You make a feeble attempt to get his information. The boy pointed to a pin on his chest, Lucas was etched into it and you couldn’t help but smile sadly. The one real relationship you had were you loved someone more than you loved your best friend, and his name was also Lucas, and he crushed your heart. “I’m Lucas, and my number is on the napkin on the second plate,” he winked, “text me sometime.” Lucas backed away slowly before pivoting, headed off to another table. “Oh shit, he’s smooth...” Ten looked on in awe. “Yeah well sucks his name is Lucas and he looks like a fuckboy,” you sighed. “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m here for you though,” Ten reaches for your hand to squeeze it tight in his. In his own mind, Ten couldn’t be happier you had already made up your mind on this Lucas boy. He had been waiting for his chance to take you as his own for years now, but he never found the right time and his stupid head was always in best friend mode, gassing you up to ask other people out. Never being selfish enough to just say he loved you as more than a friend, never having the guts to say you were the one he always thought of when he was pleasuring another girl. He hated himself for it, because he knew he was what was best for you. He knew he could make you happier than anyone else on this fucking planet. He knew just how he could tease you into begging for him to let you cum, and every time he thought of it he had to hop into a cold shower. He needed to take you for his own, but your friendship was getting in the way. He wasn’t sure how you felt even after all these years. After finishing up your breakfast, you looked at the napkin with Lucas’ number on it and contemplated leaving it there with a kiss from your nude lipstick, but decided against it reasoning that someone might take it and bother him. You looked to Ten for confirmation that it was time to leave, and he offered you his hand, leading you out the restaurant and down the cobbled street and threatened your ankles. One of these days you would remember that heels and cobbled streets do not mix, but today was not that day. “Ready for The Louvre, my dear?” Ten looked at you with bright eyes and a blinding smile. You nodded enthusiastically, curls bobbing up and down. Your gut wrenched because you were reminded just how much you love him, and how you have to constantly remind yourself he doesn’t love you like that. His constant stream of partners into your home was a painful reminder that you cried about some nights. Having him to yourself in Paris was a dream come true, literally. You had dreamt about going to Paris with him and confessing and spending days in the hotel room making love, more than once. You always woke up in tears, wishing it was real. You came really close to telling him once, after a break up that should have been unbearable was like a tiny prick at your heart. Ten thought you were just not letting yourself feel anything, and you erupted, coming this close to saying you didn’t care because you didn’t love him like you loved Ten. _________________________________________________ After your time at The Louvre, the Eiffel Tower seemed lackluster, but the view was still enchanting. It made you want to be wrapped in Ten’s arms, nuzzled into him as the wind gently caressed your skin, looking out upon Paris as night drew near. The city lit up slowly, street by street, giving you a reason to stay at the top of the tower chattering away the last hour of daylight as you watched on. “What? No way, he did?” Ten remarked in response to something you said about your boss harassing you again. “You say it like you’re surprised,” you chuckled sadly, tucking your hair behind your ear after a particularly strong gust of wind blew your hair every which way. “Well kinda, after you reported it to HR I figured it would stop,” Ten’s brows furrowed. He was genuinely upset you were going through this, he wanted to punch your manager and tell him to fuck off, but that would cost you your job. The way you were looking out on the landscape had his heart racing, he wanted to scoop you up and protect you from everything bad, keep you hidden away. “Ten,” You looked at him, deciding after looking out at the fully lit up city, “I love you.” “Well duh,” he chuckled, “I love you too.” He took it the wrong way, but your stomach was in too many knots to explain so you just nodded and suggested you head back to the hotel, you were exhausted from your magical day as the museum. Someday I’ll tell him, one of these days while we’re here. You thought to yourself. ————————————————————— After a solid nights sleep you woke up feeling well rested. You headed into the bathroom after checking to see if Ten was still asleep on the other side of the large bed. You grabbed your clothes, a light blue pinstripe sundress and some lacy baby pink panties, deciding to go braless because of the off the shoulder design. After allowing the water to fill the tub you hop in, letting the lavender bath salts soak into your skin and sooth your aching muscles from the constant activity. The sun filters through the small window near the ceiling, illuminating the bathroom just enough for you to be comfortable. If felt mildly sensual and still refreshing, making you happy to be alive. You closed your eyes in contentment and let yourself drift off, just for a little bit. Ten had woken as the sun hit his face, warming his cheeks. He noticed you weren’t in bed and assumed you were in the bathroom, but decided to check to make sure. He knocked once or twice and no answer, and he got concerned. You wouldn’t just leave the hotel without him, you didn’t know the city like he did. “Y/N?” He knocked on the door once more, a little harder this time. Still no answer, so he opened the door to find you sleeping in the tub, all the bubbles gone revealing your body to his wandering eyes. He noticed you were slowly slipping into the water, getting dangerously close to drowning, and immediately ran over to wake you. “Y/N, wake up,” he whispered into your ear as he grabbed your shoulders to keep your head above water. He had to shake you gently for you to wake up. It took a second to register what was going on, you were naked and Ten was holding you by the shoulders, eyes grazing your breasts before snapping back to your gaze. “Oh my god why are you in here!” You go to cover your body with your arms, a deep flush taking over your entire face and chest. “I knocked on the door a few times before coming in, you weren’t answering and I was worried!” He defended himself as he stood to leave. “Just get out!” You screeched, feeling utterly mortified. It took you a few minutes to calm down before you could get dressed and exit the bathroom. When you did Ten wasn’t in the room, and you sighed in relief, giving yourself time to sit on the bed and scroll through social media. You looked at people bragging about their relationships and scrolled past, feeling salty about their happiness. You so wished you could be that happy with Ten, but it was impossible. After about an hour Ten came back to the room, sweaty and looking accomplished. “What did you do, go find someone to fuck?” Your gut wrenched at the thought but judging by the way he was sweating you couldn’t think of anything else. “What?” He looked at you like you were crazy. “No, no no no, Jesus Christ no. What’s wrong with you? I went to work out in the gym downstairs.” You suddenly felt stupid, realizing you fucked up. In a last ditch effort to change the topic, you bring up the waiter from yesterday, Lucas. “So, I’m thinking I might call Lucas after all,” you wanted to get the attention off your stupid mistake, “he was really cute, and he was interested in me.” Ten’s emotions boiled over in that moment, he was furious at you for thinking about another guy when all he could think about was how you looked in the tub this morning. “You what? Why?” His voice was low. “Well you were right, he’s cute and I was thinking about him a lot yesterday and since we’re not gonna be here forever I don’t have to get serious. I might actually be able to lose my virginity.” “Why the fuck does losing your virginity matter?” His eyes were wide with anger and you weren’t entirely sure why. “Why can’t I be enough for you?” His voice was as low as a whisper and you didn’t hear him fully. “What did you just say? I didn’t hear you,” you expected him to repeat himself, but he stormed out and left you confused and angry. He didn’t come back that day, leaving you alone in the room with no food and no way to contact him because he left his phone here. You felt awful, but you didn’t say anything wrong. You were an adult and did not owe him any explanation about having any kind of relationship, sexual or not, with anyone of your choosing. That why it bothered you that you felt so awful. It was like your stomach was constantly turning, and you were pacing the room back and forth. You spent fifteen minutes crying before falling asleep for a little bit, dreaming of confessing to Ten in Paris and making love. ————————————————————— Ten was so mad he couldn’t think straight. He knew it wasn’t right, he never made it clear that he loved you, and he had slept with plenty of people himself. He tried to calm down by running again, but it wasn’t working. He needed to get away from the hotel, away from you just for a while, so that he wouldn’t storm into to the room and ruin the trip by telling you he wanted you to be his and never think of another man like that again. He rented a cheap room down the street at a ratty motel with questionable taste in decor, giving himself the time and space he needed to think. You also had time to think after waking up from your sad nap, that was what you called naps when you cried yourself to sleep. You decided that when he came back you were going to make it abundantly clear that you loved him, not just as a friend, and if that ruined the vacation then so be it. You would go find another hotel to cry in for the next month, or maybe just go home. It wasn’t worth it for you to keep pushing your feelings aside, and who knows, maybe he would feel the same. You snickered at your naive thought that things like this work out. All feelings aside, you were worried because your friend still hadn’t come back to the hotel and it was nearing one a.m., Ten could take care of himself but you didn’t feel so safe without him. Being alone in a king size bed in a big room in Paris did nothing for your anxiety, and you felt bad when you locked the door from the inside for fear of Ten not being able to get back in. So there you sat, knees up to your chest in a king size bed with silky light blue sheets in a hotel in Paris, without the man you loved. Ten was also having troubles of his own. He was struggling to come to the right frame of mind to go back. He knew you needed a friend right now but his erratic heart beat and constant thoughts of you loving him back were nagging at him, telling him to just tell you and possibly ruin the friendship just for his own stupid feelings. After a night of tossing and turning and very little sleep, he checked out and walked down the street back to your hotel, greeting the door attendant with a small nod. He opted for the stairs in comparison to the devastating silence of the elevator where he might chicken out and decide to just kiss you the second he saw you. He knew you needed a friend to gas you up, not someone who was gonna be possessive and keep you to himself. Once he came to the seventh floor he was breathless, he sounded like he had just completed a marathon. Sirens were going off in his mind, telling him to man up and take you for his own. He ignored every single one of them and took his key to the door, sliding the card and waiting for the little beep to confirm it was unlocked. On the other side of the door you were sat in the middle of the bed biting your nails down to nubs. Your legs were crossed and your brows deeply furrowed, worried that Ten had maybe left you here in favor of company at another hotel. You shook your head, pushing the thought away. You heard a small clock and turned your head to the door, seeing it crack open and his head poked through. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t know what got into me I never should have-“ Ten started as he walked through the door, but you didn’t pay attention, because you darted off the bed nearly breaking your leg. You tossed your arms around his neck and he stood there shocked. “Ten, look me in the eye,” You looked up at him with your eyes wide, determined but terrified, “if you ever fucking leave me like that again I’ll hunt you down and punch you in the gut.” You didn’t have it in you to tell him like you thought you did, so you just kissed him. You kissed him hard, and all the while he just stood there motionless. Ten’s mind was racing, eyes wide, and hands clenched tight. He wasn’t sure what was going on, he was still trying to process the threat of a gut punch. The second you pulled away he used his now free lips to exclaim, “What the fuck!” “You don’t love me like that, I know,” you sighed, feeling like an absolute fool, “but I just had to tell you. It’s been like this for so long, I don’t even know how long I’ve loved you.” Ten was trying to process the kiss, still a few seconds behind you, but when he heard you say it he suddenly understood. He was wrong, you loved him, you actually loved him. He felt his heart explode. “No, Y/N, no no no you’re so wrong,” he took your hands in his, “Jesus fucking Christ I can’t believe this, I’ve loved you for ten years.” Your eyes were stinging with the threat of tears, throat tight and lip wobbling. “Don’t cry baby, please?” Ten took you in his arms and carried your shaking body to the bed. He set you down gently, taking his place beside you and pulling you close to his chest. “But I thought you were gonna hate me and go home without me,” you sobbed in relief. Ten wiped the tears off your cheeks and smiled. “I would never do that to you, I’m still your best friend, I have a contractual obligation to keep you safe even when we’re aren’t on good terms.” He winked at you in his usual joking way, making your worries melt away. “You really love me?” Your eyes started to glint with excitement, “like as more than your best friend?” “Yes, since you helped me after Jennie,” Ten looked you directly in the eye, “even then I think I loved you before that.” Your heart was pounding, stomach full of butterflies as you looked at the man you had loved for most of your lifetime, the man who kept you up countless nights with thoughts of kisses leading to more. “Kiss me,” you said, just above a whisper. Ten smirked as he brought his hand up to your neck, “You sure?” He drawled. “Mhm.” You closed your eyes slowly, and then there it was, you felt his lips slotting against yours in a slow rhythm. He was gentle but his hand was firm on the side of your neck, signaling you to let him control the kiss. Your legs slowly intertwined and you hands started to roam his chest and abdomen, finding places that elicited goosebumps when you caressed him just right. You felt heat pooling in between your legs, a throbbing beginning to present itself. You knew all too well the feeling meant you had two options, a cold shower, or alone time to pleasure yourself. This time though, this time you might not have to pleasure yourself. Maybe Ten would take care of you. The thought had your mind going haywire, the possibilities seemed endless in that moment. “Babe,” Ten pulled away, breathless and disheveled, “we don’t have to, we should wait until we know exactly what’s going on.” You whimpered quietly, “What is there to know, we’re two adults who have loved each other for years. Do you not want to date me?” “Of course I do princess, I just want to make sure you want this. You don’t have to do this for me.” “Oh my god,” you got fed up with his kindness, the stickiness between your legs becoming ever more prominent. You rolled on top of him, caging his head in between your arms, “shut up. Just fuck me.” You dipped your head down to his neck and nibbled on the bare skin, something you had dreamt of doing for so long. “Excuse me,” Ten took a fistful of your hair in his hand and jerked your head upwards, “but I was just trying to be nice. You’re gonna talk to me like that?” The look in his eyes changed, it was dark and mean, no mercy anywhere in his gaze. “What are you gonna do about it?” You tested his limits, seeing if he was just acting or if he was really going to dominate you. “First rule of dating me,” he growled into your ear, “you’re obedient, and you take what I give you.” You rolled your hips onto his thigh, defiance glowing from your eyes. “No, I don’t wanna. I want to be fucked and I want it now.” Ten’s hands left your hair in favor of your hips, lifting you off him and throwing you down on your stomach. He took your hands behind your back and held them with one hand while he brushed you hair to the side exposing your neck to the warm air. “Guess I’ll just have to teach you then, won’t I,” his breath splayed across the crook of your neck, and you felt excited, he wasn’t acting, he was truly being dominant. That was a major switch from what you heard, he was usually pretty submissive with anyone else. “Once you let go of me I’m going to make you fuck me,” you let out your threat through clenched teeth, barely able to wait to see what he would do next. You didn’t get a response from him, he just parted your legs roughly and shoved his knee between them. He propped you up just a but so your head was on the bed and your ass was in the air, his thigh pressing up against your heat. “Since you wanted to grind on me so badly earlier, grind.” He didn’t need to tell you for you to take action, rolling your hips, begging for friction. His thigh flexed, and a jolt of electricity spread throughout your body. You remembered you wanted to push him to the edge, and forced yourself to stop, your clit begging you to begin again. Ten didn’t take this well, he grabbed your hips and flipped your position so you were back on top of him, his thigh underneath you now. He kept his hands on your hips, dragging you back and forth against your own will. You started to melt under the pressure that was building. You tried to keep the mewls of pleasure from escaping your lips, pressing them together and furrowing your brows. “Moan for me princess, it’s okay if you feel good,” his eyes were searching yours for any semblance of defiance, but you were feeling too much to pretend you didn’t want this. You let your mouth fall open and the moan escaped without your permission. You wanted to care, but all that mattered right now was that Ten’s thigh was gonna make you cum. It was embarrassing that you felt so good from just his thigh, you wanted more but he was relentless, pushing you towards your orgasm. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked. You nodded, unable to form coherent words. Then he stopped, stilling you suddenly holding you in a vice like grip. “But,” you protested, you wanted so badly to release the tension in your stomach. You wanted to feel the rush of white hot pleasure taking over your entire body, melting you into a puddle of who you once were. “Lay down with your head off the edge of the bed,” Ten pushed you off him and jumped off the bed, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his trousers. “No,” you teased, “you didn’t let me cum, I’m not gonna be good for you.” Ten took your face in one hand and told you that if you didn’t do as he said he would walk out right now. You wanted to dare him, push his limits, but something in you told you he wasn’t kidding and you needed him more than you cared to admit. You were thinking about him nipping at your stomach, knuckle deep in your folds and pushing you over the edge. You laid on your back and let your head dangle off the edge of the bed. “Open your mouth,” you did as he asked, obediently opening your mouth. As you looked at him, you saw his cock jump out from under his briefs. You looked on in disbelief, wondering how you were gonna fit it in your mouth, feeling a little fear. Ten must have sensed it, because he suddenly turned gentle. “It’s okay, the position makes it easier,” he placed kisses on your temples before slowly shoving his cock in your mouth. It was hard to breath at first, but you understood after a few seconds that you had to breath through your nose. You liked the little grunts he made when you sucked your cheeks in, and tried to keep it up. He started to be more rough, jamming himself down your throat, and you couldn’t help but be immediately turned on. You felt so happy to know you were making him moan, and the strings of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth were oddly enticing. You felt like a toy, like he was using you and it felt amazing. “Do you like this princess? You’re going cross eyed,” he grunted in short syllables, his voice shaky. You were turning him into a mess, and you loved it. You hummed in response, forcing him to pull out before he came down your throat. “Why did you stop?” You whined, “I wanna make you cum.” Your eyes were blown out and glassy, looking close to the perfect image of utter bliss. “It’s not about me princess, crawl up the bed and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel,” his gaze was softening just slightly, making you more compliant. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere, leaving hickies in places only you could find them. “We have to get you out of this,” he pushed the dress you were wearing up your body, “it looks beautiful but it’ll just get in the way.” When his hands grazed your sides you felt goosebumps rise all over, hardening your nipples to a peak. He tugged the dress over your head and took a moment to revel in your beauty, in disbelief that this was actually happening. You felt yourself blush and covered your breasts with your arms. “Don’t cover yourself, let me see you in full view. I’ve imagined this so many times, but it was never this beautiful,” Ten was transfixed, hypnotized. He wanted to cover every inch of your exposed skin in kisses, and that’s exactly what he did. He started randomly peppering small, slow kisses all over, you stomach, your chest, the hem of your now drenched panties. You were on cloud nine, somehow even higher than before. Your legs were trembling with need under Ten’s waist, and you could feel yourself dripping now. “Please,” you moaned, “please touch me, make me cum.” It almost sounded like you were crying, and you felt like it. You were so high you just wanted to go even higher, mind a complete haze. Ten looked up to you from his position and took in the view. You were a sight to behold, looking utterly fucked out and he had still barely touched you. You were putty in his hands now, begging him for your release. “Well, since you said please,” he smirked at you as he hooked his fingers into your panties and tugged them down, “I’ll let you cum, just once though.” You smiled, happy because of the man between your legs, and his ability to control how you were feeling. Her took a moment to marvel at your soaked core before lightly kissing your inner thighs, covering every inch of ground before turning his attention to the main attraction. He used his lithe fingers to prod at your opening and almost slipped in because of how slick you were. “Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me,” he licked his lips hungrily, “have you imagined this before?” Ten looks up to your to see if you answer, and is in love with the sight. A blush is creeping up your neck and you have your bottom lip between your teeth, brows furrowed and playing with your nipples. “Yes, I have, so please,” You whimper pathetically, “please please please.” “I can’t say no to that face,” Ten puts his fingers to work, inserting one into you painfully slowly. You wiggle your hips to indicate you want more. “Slowly babygirl, I want to enjoy seeing you like this,” he kissed your thighs again before adding another digit and stretching you just slightly. He started to curl his fingers upward, massaging a certain spot that had your back arching off the bed. “Oh my fuck, yes!” You cried out loudly, mouth hanging wide open and your eyelids hung half closed. Your vision went blurry and Ten picked up the pace, pushing into harder and faster. You felt the white hot flash, followed by the warmth that spread throughout your body, your orgasm exploding from your stomach. Colors flashed on your eyelids as you rode it out, Ten deliciously slowing down and drawing his fingers out of you. “Good girl, you look so pretty when you cum,” he placed his fingers at your lips, expecting you to take them in your mouth. You did as he wanted and was surprised to find how sweet you tasted, it was like honey, utterly intoxicating. He lowered himself down again to lap up your juices directly from your folds. He hummed in pleasure, “So good babygirl, so fucking sweet.” “Can you make me cum again,” you batted you eyelashes innocently, “pretty please?” You were embarrassed to ask but it was so good, you could get addicted to it. “Are you still on birth control princess?” Ten scaled you body up back to your lips, slowly kissing you while you nodded. You loved the taste of you on him and the way they mixed to create something new and even more intoxicating. “Can I fuck you properly this time?” His voice was barely a whisper at the base of your neck, kissing your collarbones. You nodded again, smile spreading across your face. Your entire body felt so light, like you were floating, but you came back down as soon as Ten started to push into your folds. The stretch was delicious, and he slipped right in, all the way to the hilt. His breathing was shaky as your walls clenched around him. “Mm babygirl,” he hummed, “you feel even better than I imagined, so tight.” His voice had gotten an octave deeper, threatening to make your heart beat even faster which might send you into cardiac arrest. His thrusts were slow at first, going deeper than you though possible, making you back arch off the bed again, hitting that special spot over and over again. You couldn’t comprehend how good you felt, it was like you weren’t even a human anymore. You felt like you had ascended to another plane of existence. Your attempt to form simple phrases failed epically, making you babble incoherently about how good he was fucking you. Ten had been holding back but seeing you moaning so wontonly beneath him made him finally lose it. He rolled his hips, slamming against you so fast it was a blur. The lewd sound of skin slapping filled the room, and you reveled in it. You were sure this was a dream, nothing on the planet could feel to good. “Ah, fuck!” Ten choked out as he stilled suddenly. You felt the knot in your stomach come lose again, the pleasure washing over you like a wave. You both collapsed in a sweaty heap, unable to tell where one ended and the other began, chests heaving and hearts racing. The release of after sex hormones pushing you to snuggle into him once he rolled off you, but he hopped out of bed a padded to the bathroom, coming out with a towel to clean you up. You felt so loved in that moment when he wiped you clean, he smiled softly after you were both clean. When ten climbed back to bed he immediately pulled you to him, pressing your bodies together as sleep pulled over you both. ————————————————————— When you both woke up you were still entangled, feeling like a single being rather than two separate entities. “Good morning Y/N,” Ten smiled at you sweetly, his voice raspy. “Good morning Ten, I love you,” you nuzzled into his chest, finally able to say what you wanted to for so many years. “I love you too, more than anything on this planet.” You felt your heart flutter and laid there in utter bliss and a little disbelief. All you ever had to do was tell him and he would’ve been yours. You just had to use your words, that simple. “I wish we could stay like this forever, but I’m starving,” You pouted, slowly pulling away. Ten pulled you back to him, quiet for a moment, before sighing. “Let’s do it,” He stated matter of factly. “What?” You knitted your brows together in confusion. He smiled at you and stated, like it was the most natural thing in the world, “Let’s stay here like this forever, you and me, in Paris. We can get a flat, and you can focus on your art. I’ll find a job here and we can live here happily ever after.” You knew you should’ve been appalled, but you found yourself nodding, tears pricking at your eyes. “Let’s do it.”

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beautifultaemin · 6 years

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class president!doyoung

i was gonna do a whole blown scenario for this but exams are hurting me and i don’t have time sooooo, i settled for bullet points instead lmao. i hope i fed those thirsty, deprived doyoung stans because the drought was real painful. there is smut involved (not much but still) so if you’re not comfortable please don’t read. also i didn’t go back and read this cause i’m lazy so sorry for any errors!

yeet yeet lets get it boiz

so doyoung would be that one kid in class who’s always followed the rules and always was essentially, the teachers pet but regardless of that everyone in the class still loved him

part of the popular kids group but he wasn’t the stereotypical asshole, he was reaaaaally nice to everyone but went super salty when his friends teased him for applying for class president though lmao

definitely would go around to all the classes before school, during lunch, after school...basically whenever he could to get votes (even though he didn’t really need too cause everyone was gonna elect him anyway) and surprise surprise, he became class president

you were part of the minority (of like 10 people) who didn’t vote for him though but that was cause you thought he was two faced and only wanted the role for fame or some shit and your best friend (we’ll name them becky don’t ask why) went for it too but everyone was too busy gushing over doyoung like always...

he found out about you not voting for him

would pester you about why you didn’t

that only made you more annoyed lmaooo

but trust me, he wouldn’t stop

would PURPOSELY sit next to you and becky every single lunch break and make conversation that you shut out

becky would get annoyed at you even more than you were annoyed at doyoung

‘legit like why can’t you just talk to him so he can leave you alone istg it’s not that hard.’ (becky)

‘he’s so annoyed, besides you should have been class president not him. he’s too much of an asshole for that kind of responsibility’ (you)

‘dude, it’s been three months. drop the class president shit, he got it and we all knew he would’ (becky)

who was salty? you were salty. you definitely didn’t understand the hype around doyoung at all. sure, he was nice, super somewhat attractive, that’s all???

tbh the fact that you were both in the same class didn’t make anything better cause you’d have to see his super somewhat attractive face every day and hear people talk about how good he was every d a y

doyoung didn’t miss the way you’d roll your eyes at every compliment he got in class which is why he’s make it his job to give YOU a compliment every day which everyone found super cute and the whole class would erupt into ‘oooooh’’s

he made you feel all giddy on the inside and you couldn’t understand why so that’s why you had made it your job to give HIM an insult every time he complimented you. he’d chuckle at that, and you’d melt some more.

it wasn’t hard too notice the frustration between the both of you. half sexual half not sexual, something was definitely there

and when the both of you stayed behind after school hours to do extension work for maths, it was kind of weird cause there was no bickering for once. like the both of you were actually...quiet...and doing work???

‘well this is kinda...weird’ (dy)

‘hm, you don’t say. not gonna give me my daily compliment?’ (you)

‘not gonna give me my daily insult about how shit i am?’ (dy)

‘might do but you usually give the compliment first sooo’ (you)

‘didn’t think you’d be the type of girl with a praise kink y/n’ (dy)

guess who’s speechless? you, bitch. mostly cause he had the nerve to smirk right after he said that and that flipped your stomach over

‘by the fact you haven’t said anything, i think i might be right.’ (dy)

‘shut up doyoung. do your work’ (you)

‘alright princess but i see the way you look at my lips when you think you’re being slick’ (dy)

‘’i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about’ (you)

what bullshit, you totally did. there was no denying you did stare, how could you not? his lips we’re the perfect shade of pink, glistening, smooth...there was not a doubt you wanted to kiss them.

‘if you say so’ doyoung chuckled.

you were about to say something smart back, so you turned your head to him. bad decision. you saw his tongue dart out and lick his lips as he looked back at you.

you looked down at his bottom lip he licked and gulped. he was dangerously close to you, so were his lips...

‘kiss me’ he didn’t hesitate to do so, pressing his lips to yours. going off his looks you’d expect him to be a soft kisser, taking his time and savoring the moment. instead it was rushed and hungry, his hands going to the side of your face and to your waist, pulling you closer to him, practically on the edge of your chair

doyoung ushers the both of you to stand up and has you against the desk, your maths work forgotten, now all you could think about is how your stomach is flipping the more doyoung moves his lips against yours. if this is what kissing him felt like, you would have done it a long time ago.

‘if you want me to stop, tell me now, otherwise i won’t be able too hold back’ he whispered against your lips

‘don’t stop. please’ you didn’t want him to stop, not in the slightest.

everything kind of went by in a blur...you remember him muttering something about finding out if you had a praise kink

maybe that’s why he had you sit on the desk, books and papers fallen to the floor as his fingers did wonders inside you, doyoung pressing his oh so soft lips to your neck

muttering anything and everything dirty

‘fuck, you’re so tight’

‘so wet’

‘i bet you love my fingers inside you’

‘does knowing anyone could possibly walk in and see you like this turn you on?’

you clenched around his fingers, desperately reaching out, gripping onto his shoulders as a plea left your swollen lips

‘you want to be a good girl?’ you nodded.

‘say it’

‘use your pretty voice for me y/n’

you were so far gone at this point

‘p-please doyoung. i want- i want to cum for you’

there it was again, his little smirk that had you going crazy but a few seconds later you were moaning doyoung’s name incoherently

he helped you ride out your high, pulling out his fingers that had your wetness covering them and not having any shame as he placed them into his mouth, groaning at how you tasted

the act had you turning red, coming to terms with the fact doyoung had just fingered you...at school, when you weren’t supposed to like him??

the room was silent for a bit before doyoung spoke up

‘looks like i was right about your praise kink’

#doyoung #doyoung smut #nct #nct smut #nct scenarios #taeyong #johnny #jaehyun #taeil #winwin #mark #kun #yuta #ten #lucas #jungwoo #kpop #kpop smut

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idiseul-blog · 5 years

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hello! this is ice prince noah’s mun back with another son to raise--kang iseul, the main rapper, lead vocalist of POIZN! i also snagged the PZ2 arc for him aka pictures were leaked of him in bed with a woman. ooo, scandalous! but besides that minor (major) inciden, iseul is genuinely a good(tm) person. for starters, he is a whole romantic, sof sweetheart, who pens poetry for everyone and got into rap because he loves to write (and he was/is a huge POwer fan). as always. i would love to plot with everyone, so just give this post a like & i shall poof-poof my ass into your IMs.

a concise reiteration of his bio (+ facts and plot ideas) are below the cut, too! bc his blog is half-baked rn, and i’m still working on pages. ;A;

- from busan and is the youngest of three children - parents preferred his older brother and sister (twins) bc they did well and school and seemed to have bright futures while iseul was just... meh - auditioned for 99 entertainment when he was 13 so a baby - into poetry, spoken poetry and writing in general (probably has harry potter fanfics somewhere) - buys too many notebooks bc he just loves to write down all his thoughts and feelings - a romantic but that doesn’t mean he’s a good lover ;) - got into a scandal just earlier this year bc his non-celebrity ex released pictures of them in bed together to ruin him when she found out he cheated her when they were together a year before,, , , dun dunnn dUUNN - got his solo taken away but tell us something we don’t know - working to get it back (lol good luck buddy) - also got hate when he appeared and almost won that rap competition he was in predebut - parents (and siblings) only talk to him for money $$$ - still a really nice guy tho trust me - a possessive and toxic lover and still stupidly in love with another ex (eyes emoji) - might risk friendship for love (so much for sirius’ loyalty lmao) but honestly vice-versa - a whole cat mum: has a ragdoll named kirby and a black cat named salem - pokemon addict probs draws moles on the snorlax toys he gets bc it looks like him - and no he doesn’t have a mullet thank u next

plot bunnies: - first and foremost by boy needs his fellow marauders. james, lupin! no peter pettigrew bc that’s another idea ;) best friends. ride or die. azkaban or die--! - and yes a peter pettigrew. someone who betrayed him. maybe your muse told that crazy ex iseul cheated on her, subsequently almost ruining his entire career ^^; please gimme the drama - his own little harry or a lot of harry’s bc iseul is a real good sunbae istg - ofc not all his hoobaes have to like him bc he’s scandalous af and idk, your muse(s) probably believe he’s up to no good ;) - haters/enemies? anyone who doesn’t give a shit about him especially bc of the scandal or for no reason at all ??? - friends that stuck by during the scandal and are still sticking around bc we need a support group pls and thx - friendships that shouldn’t work on paper bc y’all too different but they do work and it’s weird but wtv bc friendship is magic - oMG sirius needs his bellatrix so not a cousin but yknow someone he just has a feud with ?? maybe their families are friends but they just never got along ?? - okay so this one is pretty intense. i need the ex he cheated with aka the other woman,, ,, preferably, they were together around 2016. we can discuss dynamics and all that jazz for angst and turmoil and pain i love pain - remember how i mentioned he was in love with another ex (wheezes) well that’s ellie of jawbreaker so,, , , ,,, he knowingly strings your muse along, giving them hope bc he doesn’t have the heart to turn them away - a relationship that shouldn’t be like it’s taboo or something but it’s happening and it’s a whole mess bc they shouldn’t be seeing one another but they just fit like puzzles rn and they just gravitate or always run into one another that it’s kinda like fate but kinda not ??

ok, i think that’s it. thank u for reaching the end. ;; <3

#ooc.

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 6 years

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enemies to lovers!sungwoon

genre: fluff word count: 2.0k summary: would you listen to your heart, or your mind in the face of love? author’s note: first scenario up, sorry if its too cringey (´・ω・`) /edits are mine!/

• well *claps three times sassily*

• iTs hA sAeng uN tiMe

• sungwoon was,,, really just like any other classmate (who sits behind you)

• aside from his obnoxiously stupid loud voice (which you’ll grow to love shh)

• and his stupid round glasses that dEfiNiteLy dIdN’T sUiT hIm aT aLL???!! (inserts overly used spongebob meme)

• and his stupid lips that look like clouds (and probably tastes like them too)

• and his stupidly sparkly eyes and his stupidly cute height and jUst uGh

• come to think of it he was never really a normal person and you were just a wee bit attracted to him JUST A WEE BIT A WEE BIT

• but ever since this argument you had in front of the entire class,, the wee feelings you thought you had for him disappeared (did it really??) because boi he is annoying 눈_눈

• it was literature class and your teacher!jisung was asking a question about whether you should follow your heart or your mind when making a choice

• jisung: “so…y/n, what do you think?”

• you: “actually, i personally think that thinking with your mind is a better option because it will lead you to making a more rational choice, since your heart may make risky decisions based on your emotions. following your heart will not work well in situations that are pressurising.”

• jisung: “brilliant, any other opinions, class?”

• sungwoon: “well, actually, i personally think that your argument is flawed because your mind is logical and logic follows the conventional way of thinking. you’ll never get to go out of your comfort zone! you’ll never take any risk! that’s why you have to think with your heart. think, think!”

• oH HO aH HA *rubs hands in glee* D RA M A

• you: “but taking risks will get you into trouble!”

• sungwoon: “well that’s because you’re a goody-two-shoes!”

• you: “says the one who hasn’t skipped school before.”

• him: “says the one who never fails to hand up your homework on time.”

• you both: “sAYS THE ONE-“

• jisung, exasperatedly: “ALRIGHT CLASS, LET’S SETTLE DOWN, NO FIGHTING BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE UNDERAGE.”

• ok but he’s secretly shipping you guys together because oo you both noticed each other’s habits in school mHmMmMmMmm!m

• anyway

• that was the beginning of the hatred between the two of you,, you were like bij what the feck

• queueing for food in the cafeteria? sungwoon secretly slips in front of you when you're distracted,, talking to your friends

• you confront him about it - but he acts like he doesn't know anything even though the small smirk on his face tells you otherwise,, and that infuriated you to no end

• having lessons? you turn behind and ‘accidentally’ knock over his pencil case to pass him papers teachers give out

• you feel bad whenever he has to pick everything back up but your pride ain't gonna let you stoop that low to help the enemy so you just kind of just signal to your lab partner baejin to help him and he's always ʘ‿ʘ because he knows something’s up but only for a moment as he remembers you have the video of him headbanging on top of a table once because he didn't hear you entering his dorm room,,,bUT THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME

• however,, one day when you were going home after long gruelling hours in prison (jk school), you decided to take a detour to a convenience store since you are a thirstin’ and hungry hoe

• after spending eons deciding on which snack to buy (you ended up buying one of each of the five types you painstakingly shortlisted), you finally decided to go and pay

• bUT GUESS WHO YOU SAW ????? (cues the ‘no shit, sherlock’s)

• yes it is,,, HA SUNGWOON1!1!1!!1!1!1!!

• but he wasn't alone

• was he with a girlfriend????? boyfriend????

• NO!!

• he was with an old lady

• and well, being the nosy person you are, you crept closer forward to figure out what they're saying in front of a pissed off cashier while pretending to look at the drinks

• old lady: “i’m sorry, i do not have enough money to pay for everything. are you sure there's no discount for the elderly? i have the card with me-”

• cashier, rudely cuts in: “this is the second time you're asking me that, and the answer is. still. no. fix your hearing, will you?”

• sungwoon: “fix you manners, will you? i’ll pay for her as well so shut the hell up and start being polite, will you?”

• the mildly stunned cashier decided to shut the hell up and started being polite; scanning their items and even bowed to them after they left.

• however, all you noticed was the blinding smile sungwoon gave to the lady.

• it made you feel things

• good things

• something sort of like…butterflies in your stomach

• your mind tells you to sTOP THINKING OF FRATERNISING WITH YOUR ENEMY THAT’S A BIG NO-NO

• …but your heart speaks otherwise

• you decided to leave the store after purchasing your goods (not without giving the cashier a stink eye) not long after ,, and surprise, surprise!

• you knocked your forehead against the chin of someone (that someone has an unbelievably sharp chin and it probably left a dent in your skull) coming into the store

• and it was,,, sungwoon?? again??

• him: “wait, you…were in there the whole time?”

• you: *blinks* *nods dazedly*

• him: “oh…um, i, um forgot to buy my milk and you’re, um, blocking the entrance?”

• you: “oh.” *doesn’t budge*

• you, 10 seconds later: “youdidwellbacktheregoodjobokbye” *runs away*

• you realised that that was actually your first conversation with him that didn't include any fighting…and you screwed it up

• but why do you even care about that?? like, who cares if you talk to him??

• “you do.” your smol beating heart whispers.

• and that was the day you started falling for him.

• you started noticing how he always seemed to pick up your pen whenever you try some cool tricks which often resulted in it flying backwards (and hitting him once but you swear it was an accident)

• how he never fails to try his best and give you constructive feedback whenever the teacher told you guys to switch papers to mark (even though he’ll always add in some snarky remarks like “hah betcha didn't listen in class”)

• how he defends his friends when they get laughed at for not knowing how to answer questions at times

• how his lips look so full and cloud-like

• but what about him, then? does he feel the same?

• honestly,, the day you ran away after complimenting was the incident that really got him thinking that hey i’m really am whipped

• yes that's rIGHT

• he liked you even before that incident because you looked cute bickering with him (he thought you resembled a smol angry bird)

• and that day just,, confirmed his suspicions that he really likes you

• but he was scared,,

• that you’ll reject him because in his opinion,, you looked like you hated him a lot

• he had no idea how to rectify that because honestly bothering you was the only way he could keep talking to you

• bUt hAh jokes on both of you guys because you like each other

• hOWEVER, THERE WAS A PROBLEM

• none of you are budging to make the first move even though you guys keep staring at each other across the cafeteria

• small accidental (🤔🤔) brushes of hands when passing down assignments make you feel fuzzy inside

• shy smiles are now exchanged instead of mock glares anD eveRyoNe around y’all is just like “feck this tension between you guys, i’ll die before y’all even kiss”

• and you're just “…hAhh no he doesn't like me…NOT THAT I LIKE HIM EITHER” (baejin: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

• to make sure that everyone lives to see you guys become an item,, sungwoon’s and your friends decided to hatch a plan to get you guys together (they deadass created a group chat for it called ‘we are gonna make this happen’ what jokes)

• …that's why you find yourself pacing up and down the garden in your school (it's monstrous and no lie you were kinda afraid of it but nvm) because your bestie told you to meet her there after eating lunch and you're just like ?? i thought you had a meeting

• her: stfu nobody asked for your opinion jUst gO aLonG wiTh tHe fLoW jk i love you

• when you finally heard the crunching of leaves and twigs, you launched into your rant like bRUH I’VE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR TWENTY MINUTES WHY ARE-

• unknown: “…sorry?”

• you, a stuttering and blushing mess: “oh-h sor-ry i thought you were my b-best friend because i was supposed to b-be meeting her here.”

• sungwoon, a tad shyly: “wait, what? my friends told me to meet them here too!”

• you: “…oh. guess we have to wait together…then.”

• after five minutes of agonising awkwardness (istg the both of you were dying to speak but it was like there was this invisible barrier), you couldn't take it anymore

• you: “um, so-”

• sungwoon, at the same time, loudly: “UM, SO-“

• you: “ok you go first”

• him: “no you go first”

• you: “no YOU go first”

• him: “fine”

• you: “fine”

• you: “why aren't you speaking????”

• you, looking over worriedly at the flustered boy: “did you become mute??? are you sick?? your ears are turning red!!!!!”

• him, after a one minute mental pep talk: “okay so you're one of the dumbest persons i've ever met but you're also one of the prettiest too and i've been waiting to say this for the past few months but i really like you a lot but i know that you hate me and want me to be banished to the other side of the world and i'll back off if you don't like me which is a highly possible answer but i like you a lot and fuck why am i rambling”

• you: “wait shut up and let me process what you just said”

• you: *processes for a long time because yOU CANT BELIEVE YOUR CRUSH LIKED YOU BACK*

• him: “…oooookay i’m about to be rejected i should skedaddle away right now”

• and honestly you felt like you could burst but no you can't burst because then you'll never be his girlfriend so you try to keep your guts from exploding

• but sungwoon was already leaving ,,, you have to takE A C TION

• so you ran up to him and told him that you actually reciprocate his feelings ,, and you gave him the best hug you could ever give (one that u reserved for only your soft toys and well technically sungwoon is as soft as a soft toy so it makes sense)

• HE WAS SHOCKED, SURPRISED, STUNNED, SHOOK, SURPRISED, SHOCKED (…what else i am not a living thesaurus ffs)

• his heart was doing that little jump thingy whenever he was around you like “!1!1!!1!????!1!!!!” and he was so happy he wanted to turn around and kiss you but

• AT THAT MOMENT BEFORE YOU GOT TO TASTE HIS CLOUD LIKE LIPS

• you heard the rustling of leaves and a group of people climbed out of their hiding spots in bushes, behind plants, trees, a random beach chair

• daniel: HEY HEY HEY KEEP IT PG-13 OR THE POLICE WILL COME

• baejin: yEA WE HAVE A BABY HERE *points to daehwi*

• jihoon: and we won't want to scar our eyes lololol no offence to you y/n this is directed to our hyung

• your bestie: i KNEW THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA

• ,,,and that was the end of your fiasco in the garden (not without those bright smiles from your boyfriend that could actually save the world and a few pecks sneaked in)

• BUT IT WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE CUTEST RELATIONSHIP EVER WITH SUNGWOON, AN ANGEL,,

• and you realised that hey you thought with your heart when you confessed to him lmao

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfics #kpop #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwu #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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chenlays · 7 years

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artist!renjun

I hope this is what you wanted :”) ilysm💖 ⭐️ requests are open !! ⭐️ masterlist

can you make a cute artist!au w renjun bc that is probably the cutest and softest au ever :’)

art class is!! really fun

u basically got to do ur own thing on an assigned project and chat n have as much fun as you wanted

and 👀👀

there’s renjun

he’s a rly cute and soft boy who absolutely loves that class

and watching him draw or paint or just mess around was pure joy !!he would space out a lot with the end of his pencil in his mouth,, just thinking about what to do next

and sometimes he would just smile sO bright because of how funny a line or feature looked

a lot of the time he was more quiet and to himself, just sketching away and humming and occasionally looking up

but u never really paid attention to what he was looking at 👀👀

one day when u were going to get ur snuffs

he was smiling really wide to the point where u could see his lil snaggle tooth 🤧🤧 (REST IN PEACE)

he was drawing in a very awkward position so he could cover the paper with his arm

and u were rly wanting to see it,, ofC

so u peeked over his shoulder and saw a really really pretty sketch :”)

but there was hearts and stars and flowers all over the background

nicely blended also

he didn’t realize you were there until you complimented him

then he waS SCREAMING

“OH hello,,, uHm may I help yOU??”

“yEa, wHAT were u drawing 👀👀”

when u ask him he gets all blushy and cute and closes it really fast

avoiding eye contact as much as possible too,, and lots of shaking

he says smth really dumb too

“MY C—ACTUS”

renjun w t f

he had a crush on u and u couldn’t see it smh u eggo

bUt then u just left him alone because he obviously wasn’t comfortable with sharing

and then the day after in art

he found the courage to sit beside you and watch you paint the scenery instead of letting you watch him

and when u weren’t looking, he just smiled so softly and did a cute laugh if u messed up

and then said encouraging words to make you feel better about the wrong stroke or bad blend or failed technique

“messing up just makes your art ten times more beautiful!!!”

after a week of just helping you and keeping you company, he stopped you after class on a Friday probs and gave you a SOFT and nervous smile and it conCERNED u a lot

and he was stuttering quite a bit probably :(

but he ended up asking you about his art

hMmm “could you come by my house sometime so I could get help with a drawing????”

oFC u said yes,, if u said no I would’ve hunted u down ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

and he wrote his number on ur hand rly fast with his special tracing pen

and zoomed out of the room bc he was so nervous

iT WAS cute though !!! soft shy baby boy

after school tho

he probs texted you right away n made it nice!! And sent lots of hearts n smiley faces

“du trist edderkopp 👺”

he was so cute and awkward n,, u just lov him

even though it was making u anxious n whatnot (pROBABLY I mean,, renjun is so cute how could he not make you nervous

you went over to his house for whatever he needed

I feel like his house would feel reALLY welcoming

nice flowers at the front n a fresh lawn and a lil porch decoration

and then he answers the door in pajamas bc he fORGOT and he was just screeching into his sketchbook or smth and stressing about this very moment

you’re trying not to laugh bc CUTENESS and he’s so embarrassed

it’s awful,, poor bby :(

he’s rUNNING while saying you can come inside and just leaving a trail of tears

but in like 5 minutes he’s back with a presentable outfit and those glasses that make him look so precious :”)

and he still has messy hair which makes him 29389292x cuter so u don’t say anything

but he just sets his sketchbook at a table and pulls out a chair for u 🤧🤧

“hEY do u want anything???”

“UHm 👀👀 can I have water ??”

his smile omg

probably smiles n runs to his kitchen,, ready to make u the best glass of water you’ve ever had

his sketchbook was one of those rly aesthetic ones !!!

the front was a little old and torn at the corners and it had lots of dirty on the edges and papers shoved in between pages

it looked so tempting to open :”)) but u had to rESPECT

he comes running in with some water and a tiny plate of cookies or whatever u prefer

“you mentioned it while you were sketching your background!!”

while ur drinking ur water,,,

“uhh renjun??? why did I come over??”

“oH, I needed help with drawing someone!! you both have similar features and I needed an example!!”

as he was drawing and looking back n forth from u and the paper, you couldn’t help but notice how happy n determined he looked

he started making small talk with you after like five minutes so you wouldn’t be bored and you both learned a lot

and soon, he was done with the sketch and had asked for you to come back another time

it happened to be the following saturday

and throughout the whole week in art, both of you talked the whole time about so much

he was a good friend of yours at that point, and he was so much more interesting

he paid attention to all of your quirks and habits and literally fell in love with them all

if you liked to chew on ur nails or smth

he would laugh a lil and grab your hands and give u a warm smile

or if you liked to ramble a lot and stopped in between to say “sORRY I’ll stop :>”

he would frown n ask you to keep talking so he could work better

he paid attention to it all and remembered every little thing you said

you like flowers?? he’s already painting 20940 different kinds !!

AN YW AYS

when u went over again,, u went in his tiny art room

it was cozy and bright in there with lots of supplies on shelves and art hung up all over

and it was aLL his art !!

he probably had a painting of moomintroll and snorkmaiden tBH and when u asked what it was he snatched

“UH that’s just an old kid thing I liked sry wrong number ://“

“renjun wtf ur literally speaking to me”

but u both just sit and he gets his work done while u rant abt world issues and opinions and he also does too while aggressively cOLORING

and when he does finish

he shows you!!!

it’s yOu though :o

ur screeching bc “omg I thought u wERE USING ME AS AN EXAMPLE THIS IS AMAZIG ILYSM YOU EGG”

ur just showering him in compliments and love and tears and he is so flustered and happy that you like it

but it gets overwhelming so he drops everything and hugs you sOO tight

and then he steps away from you and covers his face,, and u can see marker stains and pencil lines on his hands and he looks sO cute n like he’s conquered his life goal istg

messy hair n messy artist renjun is my aesthetic

wOw he’s so cute,, trying not to look u in the eye and still form words so he can tell u how he feels 🏌️🏌️

“snjdksk I drew you because you’re beautiful and I’ve been trying to draw you since our very first art class but I never could :’)”

and he gives u 2993 moomin stickers he made himself

after that he holds ur hand all the time in class when he can

and draws hearts all over ur stuff YES

and always gets paint on ur clothes so pls

beware

also hums while drawing in class since it calms both of u i’m tearing u p

aNd u need to date thx

the art teacher is assigning a partner project next term for that sole purpose

“date or u get an F”

thank u ilysm

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