#i was exhausted when i wrote this teehee
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Geo relationship headcannons please? 😓😓🤲
Reverence (Geo x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)
For @Anonymous and @ordinary-weeb135 ! Hope you both enjoy! (“⌒∇⌒”)
- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
A/N: Considering the fact Geo is asexual and is horny 0% of the time, I don't think I can incorporate NSFW content with him without it becoming OOC. Therefore, I will not, at least for him. Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. :]]]
Reverence: deep respect for someone or something.
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This mf thought you were being saucy when you first asked him out. After all; he gets reminded of his worth(lessness) enough, he doesn't need you, anyone but you, to be mocking him.
You did call him Geode when you confessed, obviously he'd be extremely a bit paranoid.
Well, till he realised you were being serious. Then he panicked because intimacy scares him (honestly such a mood)
But now that you've been together for a long time, he slowly cracks open (like a geode), bit by bit; and you, like the vulture you are, scoop up the nuggets of information he leaks, no matter how seemingly insignificant they may be.
But, alas, whatever knowledge you have on him is a sliver compared to what he knows about you.
This mf knows everything. He will find out every little detail about you, he wants to be as informed as possible, after all.
Overprotective. Stal- follows you if you've left the home to go somewhere, doesn't matter where, this man is paranoid.
Will demand to know where you're going anyway, will confront you if even the smallest of details don't line up. It's his way of ensuring you're okay. And that you can and will tell him everything about where you're going, planning to go to, etc.
If you're a homebody however, he's content; all it means you're with him, safe nearby, away from harm.
But even the almighty Geode needs time to himself, so if you're someone who doesn't like long periods of solitude, he'll simply make you snacks, a pillow fort and then calmly tell you to stay away from him for the next few hours.
You're used to it, and you understand that he needs time to rejuvenate himself after having classes the whole day, and needing to socialise with Deryl. Ugh.
Don't be surprised if your favourite fruit magically appears, cut up into cute shapes, somewhere in your room.
It totally wasn't him.
Would be happily surprised if you want to have what you call a 'bonsai baby' (he was stoically mortified the first time he heard that), but you and him did end up getting a Japanese bonsai tree. (You refer to it as the BB gun, to which Geo rolls his eyes)
Speaking of actual children, Geo doesn't want them. He hates them, for that matter.
Also hates intimacy...well, according to himself.
Likes headpats though (will never admit this, but he loves being praised as well)
His emotional walls are so high and so thick that even he doesn't know how to let you in, but it's okay. You'll figure out a way eventually.
Doesn't get aroused in general, so if you're a horny little shit, he'll just poof out of existence. Doesn't know what to do, so he just fucks off, does something else, and hopes the lack of physical touch isn't a massive dealbreaker for you.
Will be jealous though. A scarily enormous amount.
Is willing to fight until the grave to ensure you remain as his.
Will only hug you after a long time, and when you do, best thing ever. His torso is so comfortable you want to cry, his hair being loose around his shoulders (smells like Persian lilacs), and him holding you. You almost want to cry from joy.
Your first kiss will take even longer, and it'll probably be when you're asleep, a small peck, so you don't wake up.
Will blare opera music around your residence and vibe. Sometimes will sing along quietly, (you love his voice, he's so majestic)
Expert at applying makeup, will start doing it for you when you have date nights. Mf should be an artist with how skilled he is.
Also an expert in haircare, will probably silently brush through it nightly to keep it untangled until the morn
Grows plants in a small garden. Loves those plants
Is not expressive when it comes to emotions or affirmations, I see him as someone who is more Quality Time and Acts of Service-esqe. He likes to sit with you and simply relish in the fact you're both alive, content and safe. Together
Part of, no all of him holds you in the highest of regards imaginable, no matter how cold he may seem, he loves you in his own way
In short, Geo Oogami may not be the most affectionate, loving or emotional guy, but he makes up for it through all the aforementioned reasons, and that's more than enough for you.
He honours you in the way a devout acolyte would honour a god, or a soldier an emperor. You are revered by him.
And you always will be.
#geo subaru oogami#geo oogami#tkatb vn#tkatb#the kid at the back#reminder that geo is superior#tkatb geo#tkatb x reader#i was exhausted when i wrote this teehee#but uh yeah#hope yall enjoy#:DD
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THE AVEN + HANAHAKI THING YESSS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BECAUSE LIKE. I know it's always super angsty when it's the reader that gets hanahaki but rine having it. imagine pushing your s/o away because you don't think you can do a relationship rn just to get hit by the stupid idiot in love disease. damn sucks to be you man
(tbh hanahaki as fun as the angst is I love aventurine so much and usually just alter hanahaki to be like less deadly because a) I DONT WANT TO BE SAD and b) the whole guilt of "I developed hanahaki because of you now love me or I WILL die" feels strange to me)(but also yum angst and the consequences of pushing someone away) ((sorry I talk a lot teehee okay bye))
𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. .
. . too bad he wasn't your darling anymore.
// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au
a/n: finally wrote the aventurine exes hanahaki au lol ,, had no idea how to finish this but i might make a part 2 !! :3
ever since you had started dating aventurine, you felt like you were a burden to him in some way. but you were never sure if you were actually a burden to him, or if that was your mind playing tricks on you.
but last week had just solidified your beliefs.
you both had fought over something petty--you couldn't be bothered to remember what it was--and harsh words had been thrown around in the process.
words that cut deep into you, practically making you bleed out.
and after that?
aventurine had ignored you for the rest of the entire week. he hadn't even glanced in your direction. it was fine if he needed some space to think, but he didn't even tell you, he just started fucking ignoring you.
your efforts to talk to him had just been met by blank uninterested violet eyes.
everything that happened in the last week had all led up to yesterday.
you stood in front of his door, swallowing your nerves. why were you so nervous?
after everything that happened, everything you felt, everything he said, you didn't think you could handle a relationship at that point.
so, when aventurine answered the door, his blonde hair unruly and lavender eyes tired, you took a deep breath and finally said the words you had been so scared of saying.
"i want to break up."
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now, you were rethinking your decision.
on one hand, it felt like a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
on the other hand, breaking up with him had left you in your current predicament: crouched on the cold tiled floor of your apartment, hurling up bright yellow marigolds. you coughed them up, unwillingly watching as they hit your newly polished floor. they hit the ground ungracefully, clumped together with a disgusting mixture of mucus and blood. you gagged on the flowers as the sickly sweet smell of the marigolds hit you, making you feel lightheaded and sick to your stomach.
you didn't think you would get the disease again after aventurine asked you out.
you had it once, albeit briefly. it was before you had even talked to aventurine, too scared to do so. maybe it had been your shyness, or maybe you were just scared of rejection. you weren't too sure which, but it had caused you to cough out a few lemon yellow petals.
but, as quickly as the disease had started, it had ended. aventurine talked to you and started getting close to you, and your hanahaki had eventually diminished into nothing. after that, you thought it would never start again.
but you guessed you were wrong, since the disease decided to plague you.
marigold petals--slick with mucus--fell out your mouth as you coughed your lungs out. they fell almost gracefully onto the small flower pile.
you took fast and shaky breaths, collapsing. you were too exhausted to move, the hanahaki sucking all the life out of you.
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it had been a week now, and the disease had just gotten worse. at this rate, it would only take a month or two until you suffocated on the fucking marigolds.
you could talk to aventurine, but he would probably just ignore you again.
you could get the surgery, but you would rather die than forget aventurine. you still loved him.
at this point, you couldn't do anything but hope that the disease would just somehow go away.
--
aventurine was growing increasingly worried as the days passed.
he hadn't seen you at all after you had broken up. sure, that was normal, but his gut told him something was wrong.
horrible thoughts of what could've happened to you plagued his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore.
he grabbed his keys, his coat, and headed towards your apartment.
maybe it was an invasion of privacy, but even your friends felt as if something were terribly wrong. he'd just check on you once, and never speak to you again. you'd be okay with that, right?
--
aventurine had knocked about a dozen times by now, but had received no answer.
he swallowed. he still had a spare key to your apartment, but what if you didn't want him to come in? what if you were just busy? what if he was breaching your privacy?
he took a shaky inhale.
fuck it.
--
he stepped inside your apartment, and was hit by the extremely potent smell of marigolds.
he glanced around, and froze at what he saw.
#୨୧ -- aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine#hsr aventurine#hanahaki#hanahaki au#modern#modern au#angst#hanahaki disease#light angst#shy reader#how to angst#aventurine come home#pls#might make a part 2#you can tell i've never been in a relationship before#anyways hopefully yhis was acceptable
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"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨"
Synopsis: You both knew the risks that came with being a Jujutsu Sorcerer and yet you find yourself clinging on to Suguru, terrified of losing him.
Pairings: Geto Suguru X GN!Reader
Genre: Agnst , Hurt and comfort if you squint
Notes: We makin it out of the hood w/ this one boys 🗣🗣🗣🤞(no we not) also I purely wrote this for myself teehee
Suguru lazily tousled through your bangs as you rested your head in his lap, rambling about the mission you had just returned from. He nodded along, allowing short comments where it was needed. He had missed you so badly when you had been gone but now that you were here he couldn't find any energy. He felt tired. He felt happy to see you, of course he did, he was beyond happy. Then why? Why was he exhausted? Why couldn't he find it in himself to express that damn happiness.
"Enough about me, Sugu, what've you been doing while I was gone?" You sat up, raising your head and staring at your boyfriend with a smile. Suguru tilted his head slightly as his brows furrowed. What had he been doing while you were gone? He couldn't even remember.
Suguru shrugged and gave his head a shake, his bangs falling into his eyes. You reached over to tuck them behind her ear as he spoke. "Mostly nearby missions. Find a curse. Exorcise it. Find a curse. Exorcise it." He mumbled, moving his hands to fix his own hair. "And Satoru? Have you two done anything note worthy?" At the next question Suguru felt himself grow irritated. "Satoru's busy."
You nodded, laying your head back down into his lap as the two of you lapsed into a silence that was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. The sound of the rain hitting the ground was becoming deafening to Suguru. Since when did it get so loud? Rain shouldn't be this loud. After all it was just water hitting-
"Suguru." He turned towards you and looked down. "Hm?" He prompted, wanting you to continue. You hesitated for a few seconds, opening and closing your mouth, before finally deciding to voice your thoughts aloud.
"I know we both decided to be with each other knowing the risk of sorcery and I know we both mentally prepared ourselves to..." Suguru was listening closely now. "To lose each other" You continued "But I don't know, Sugu, it all feels too real nowadays. The chance that I might lose you at any moment feels too real." You confessed, your eyes fixed away from his. Suguru noticed the way your finger was tracing patterns onto his wrist as you spoke. Your voice was shaking. He had never heard you this way. He should know what to do, a few months ago he would've fucking known.
"Suguru I'm scared." You admitted, swallowing back tears as you gave your cheek a pinch. It was an odd habit of yours, you always did it when you wanted to stop yourself from crying. He hated seeing you cry and feel so helpless.
"I know" He murmured, pulling you up so that you were face to face with him. He cupped your jaw and took a deep breath. "I'm scared too. I'm scared every second that I might lose you." He told you and realized how true it was. He had unconsciously let the thought loom over his head every waking hour of his days. "But we chose this, didn't we? We chose to love each other despite the risks." He crooned, stroking your jaw with his thumb as he tilted it slightly so that your eyes met his.
You nodded slowly and before he knew it you had thrown your arms around him, burrying your face in his shoulder as your hands gripped the material of his shirt tightly. "Don't go, Sugu" You gasped against his shoulder as He rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back, pulling you close. "Don't go where I can't follow." You pleaded, your voice muffled against the material of his shirt that was now stained with your tears. He wished he could promise you that. He wished he could promise you he'd stay. But he couldn't. He would leave, whether that was because of death or simply because of his own choices, either way he would have to leave.
He would have to leave but he was here for now. He was right here with you right now. "I'm right here, baby." He murmured against your hair. "I'm right here."
Notes: Guys did I 4+4 = 8 with this 😍??? Also constructive criticism and comments in general are highly appreciated 😔🤞
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#geto suguru#geto x reader#geto angst#geto fluff#jujutsu kaisen suguru#fanfiction#fanfic#hurt/comfort#jjk drabbles#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk imagine#jjk geto#getou suguru x reader#jjk suguru#jujutsu geto#gege akutami#jujutsu kaisen angst
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Hi fellas. I wrote something, teehee.
It’s shadow milk time, boo yah!
I’ve gotten reports of strange behavior from Burning Spice Cookie. Reports of them being more destructive in their ever-changing nature. I have planned to see him in a few days, just to check in and have a friendly chat. After all, we’ve not seen each other in quite a while!
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Burning Spice Cookie’s behavior has only grown more destructive, I have also noticed him speaking to Silent Salt Cookie more often. They’ve both grown stranger and stranger with the passage of time… I can feel something within me stirring.
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I was sifting through one of my books when I heard of the joint attack by Silent Salt Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie. I tried to confront them, to bring them back to reason, but there was little to reason with. “They’ll never understand our power, Shadow Milk Cookie, you out of any of us would know that best,” Burning Spice Cookie told me. I didn’t like the fact I agreed.
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I talked to Mystic Flour Cookie about all of this. She expressed very little concern… For the one carrying the virtue of volition, there was very little will to act. I’ve turned to looking through my library for a possible solution to this. Burning Spice Cookie is completely gone, dragging Silent Salt Cookie with him.
I fear that Mystic Flour Cookie is next, I have heard nothing from Eternal Sugar. I have missed a few of my plays because of this ordeal.
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Cookies keep coming to me and asking me what is going on, I can only ever tell them that I don’t know. It’s growing increasingly irritating and tiring, a few have resorted to turning their anger towards me. “You should know what to do! Isn’t that your job?”
I’m not a magic problem solving machine, you brats.
***
Mystic Flour Cookie has remained relatively apathetic to this, Eternal Sugar Cookie has also shown no signs of wishing to help, deciding to sleep in the clouds instead. I don’t fault them, not at all. Us five meant to be friends after all.
I’ve resorted to lying to the Cookies that keep coming to ask me about the destruction on the East of that cursed continent, it keeps them busier for longer. Part of me feels nauseated because of it, but it’s… exhilarating at times. I’m certain this isn’t the wrong choice though, it lifts their spirits.
***
A few of the Cookies I’ve talked to have begun fighting amongst themselves. It’s surprisingly entertaining to watch! This work is starting to exhaust me, and the light within me starts to feel as if it is in vain. Heh. Maybe it’s right…
I’ve started to use my power to convince all these little cookies that the destruction and chaos just beyond their homes is mostly just rumor, that is is not nearly half as bad. They believe me.
***
I’ve begun to instigate a few of the more violent conflicts purposely, putting my studies aside just to watch. There’s something fun in all of this, I can see why Burning Spice Cookie is doing what he is doing, and why the others just observe and help it happen.
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I have decided to pick back up my playwriting, and use my gifted power to make the audience watch. Ha! How kind of all these little cookies to just obey! It makes my life so, so much easier. Why hadn’t I used this strength before, to stop them from being so… annoying? No time to regret the past though, only time to bask in the present.
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The other four have had their own fun for such a long time, and all without me! No fault of their own of course, I was too blinded by “being nice” to see it. It’s almost sad how much I rejected my own comrades. After all, we’re the ones with this strength, we should get to use it how we please, not just for good. We are the only ones that can understand each other, why have I been so ignorant to that fact? Hah!
The witches placed us here, and it was about time we took advantage of it. Maybe it wasn’t their intention, but they’ve rolled the dice, and these are the results.
Fun fact: there’s technically a continuation to this! Have a good day.
#shadow milk cookie#fanfic#cookie run kingdom#first writing I post on this cursed site#okay maybe not that cursed#I could post it to ao3#I love shadow milk cookie#very silly guy#this is mostly just a brief headcanon of his descent
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care
a/n. i’ve been meaning to write this FOR AGES but i have no self control whatsoever, very little time and way too much requests… and this is exactly why i wrote it just now 😭
summary. sunoo being an angel as always after a really tough week and extremely exhausting day, sunoo insists on taking care of you
warnings. none HOWEVER i am not responsible for any slightly suggestive thoughts that may cross your mind teehee
sunoo was watching something on his phone, or so you thought, while you were in the bathroom. he was waiting for you to finish up your skin care so you two can cuddle to sleep.
but he stopped the (rather silly funny cats compilation) video and frowned, listening carefully. you’ve been in the shower longer than usual… and the water wasn’t running right now. maybe you slipped?
just when he was about to sprint to the door to check if you’re fine, they opened. sunoo’s eyes met your silhouette – in his t-shirt and some sweatpants as a pj. your face, however, radiated exhaustion. the water from your wet hair running down your neck, leaving small wet spots here and there on the material of the shirt.
“‘m sorry it took so long” you whisper, rubbing your eye. sunoo leaves his phone on the nightstand, getting up “i just took a shower, i was too lazy to dry my hair or put the products. i think i stared at a wall for like, fifteen minutes”
your boyfriend chuckles and when he comes up to you, you expect to be greeted by a kiss on your forehead. but sunoo grabs your hand and enters the bathroom back again, leading you to the sink.
“what are you…” you murmur, frowning. you are too tired to argue with him or understand his actions, so your words are left hanging in the air. sunoo pats the countertop, next to the sink with your beauty products.
“hop on. let me take care of you, pretty” he smiles sweetly and you stare at him, mouth parting.
sunoo giggles at your reaction and pecks a quick kiss and swoops you in his arms right after, only to put you on the surface.
“you don’t have to” you hum, looking at his face.
“but i want to. and you deserve to be pampered” sunoo grins and reaches for the hairdryer, his other hand pushing your knees apart so he can stand between your legs “let’s dry your hair first, m’kay? if you go to sleep with wet hair, we’ll both wake up soaked”
you let out a tired chuckle and once the warm air hit your face, you let your eyelids rest. sunoo was drying your hair almost like a professional, air blowing in different directions making you chuckle from time to time.
he stopped and ruffled your hair gently. then you felt him brushing the hair back and putting a hairband on your head. you crooked an eye open, meeting his tender gaze.
“hi” he grins, booping your nose.
“hi” you whisper, fully opening your eyes and observing him. sunoo reaches for a cleanser since you already removed your makeup before showering.
you both stay silent when he starts but soon enough as he starts gently massaging your face with the cleanser on his fingertips, sunoo starts to hum your favourite song.
you don’t even notice when your eyelids close again and your head plops downward, forehead bumping onto his shoulder. sunoo let out a yelp followed by a giggle.
“yah, y/n, don’t fall asleep on me. you’ll rub it all over me and i still need to wash it” he hummed, pulling you away gently. with a heavy sigh you nod, trying to keep your head still.
in no time your boyfriend was done and before you realised, your face was all pampered and he took off the hair band gently.
“you snoozed a bit, didn’t you?” he scoffed and helped you with getting off the countertop.
“only because you’re so gentle” you murmured and yawned, grabbing his hand “thank you. so much.”
“of course, angel. did you brush your teeth?" he asked. a blush creeped up on your cheeks as you shook your head as a no "there's no need to get embarassed, you look cute though"
sunoo leaned over to grab your toothbrush. you tilted your head, observing as he put the toothpaste on it. he looked at you, sending you a loving smile before returning to his previous position.
"we'll just do that and then go cudddle, hm?" sunoo hummed and gently cupped your jaw. he opened his mouth, signalling you to do the same.
his fingers on your jaw weren't pressed too tightly nor too loosely. you watched him (yet again, which made you feel like some kind of creep but hey, he's your handsome boyfriend). his brown gaze was focused, brows furrowed. he gently washed your teeth, not forgetting even a single spot.
''mhm, and done. now spit'' sunoo mumbled, letting you go. you leaned over and did what he asked you to, wiping the corner of your mouth. you caught his gaze through the mirror, corner of his mouth tilting upwards ''good girl. now let's go, hm?"
your stomach stirred with butterflies and a wide, sleepy grin sprung on your face. your boyfriend was delighted to see you happy. now his second task, he won’t tell you that though, was to make you get the sleep you needed.
as you fell asleep in his arms, face all pampered and his soft hum lulling you to sleep, sunoo’s heart was pounding against his rib cage like crazy because he wanted to stay like this forever; to stay with you and take care of you, forever.
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"Head Over Heels" - Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Character(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x FlightAttendant!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Basically Jake is head over heels for the pretty flight attendant
Author's Note: might make jake x FA!reader a series especially since after uni i plan to try and become one teehee
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Weirdly enough, despite being a pilot himself, Jake despised the flights back home to Dallas. Possibly it was the fact he wasn't the one flying or it was the fact he was exhausted every time he flew but no matter what he always HATED flights. Everything that could have gone wrong had happened. He got flagged at TSA because of his dog tags, the airline messed up his tickets so he had to wait another 3 hours before boarding, and prior to even coming to the airport he was running late and couldn't find his house keys. This time he was lucky enough to have a first class seat due to the airline's mix-up which he was thankful for because it gave him more chances to speak the them. Jake didn't usually pay attention to the flight crews on flights, though he can admit he has seen some very attractive crew members, but the second he stepped onto the plane and they smiled and greeted him. The second he realized they were the one working in the first class area of the plane he convinced himself everything that had gone wrong prior to his flight was for a reason. He HAS to talk to them. He NEEDS to talk to them. Something in his heart told him the minute he saw them that they were the one he was meant to be with. Could it be his tired delusions speaking? Possibly. That wasn't going to stop Jake.
The flight itself was as usual, except this time he didn't have to hear people quietly bickering behind him or a panicked mother trying to quiet her screaming child like he did when he flew to San Francisco. The flight attendant and him exchanged a few glances and smiles throughout the flight and even had a short conversation when they stopped by his seat to offer him a drink. Every time they would smile at him his heart would melt. He felt like a giggly schoolgirl every time they walked past him. He found himself listening into their conversations with other passengers just to hear their soft voice and the occasional soft laugh to a comment someone made. As people began walking off the plane Jake found himself still sat in his seat as other people walked past him. He inevitably found himself being the last person off the plane. As he was about to walk past them he stopped right before the door. They turned their head towards him before speaking. "Was their something you needed before leaving Mr.Seresin?" they said. They remembered his name? That had to mean something right? Jake cleared his throat. "This...This might be a bit forward, but, could I maybe get your number?" The flight attendant looked a bit shocked for a second before smiling at him as the other flight attendant behind them poked them in the side, handing them a piece of paper and a pen. "Umm...I don't usually give out my number to the attractive passengers, but, I think I'll make an exception for you today. Jake?" they said as they wrote on the paper. "So you remember my name." He smiled. "Hard to forget the name of such a attractive person." they said as they handed him the paper. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Seresin. Safe travels." They said before he walked off the plane. Jake looked down at the paper one he reached baggage claim and waited for his bag to show up on the conveyer belt.
Maybe you can take me on a personal flight some time? 000-000-0000
Jake smiled to himself as he added their information to his phone. He knew he had to see them again. Hell he would sit through a flight full of screaming babies if it meant he could see them again.
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for afhiri/gale: 1, 6, and 35 🫶🏼 (bonus afhiri/candor if you're up for it: 28, 40, and 49!)
1. What were their first impressions of one another?
afhiri @ gale: CLOWN BOY!!!!!!!! afhiri thought the whole hand sticking outta rock thing was SOOO funny and that gale Must be an Expert clown!!!!!!!!! admiration....
gale @ afhiri: like this tiefling is gonna need constant babysitting and hand holding and will require a lot of eyes and a lot of energy. prepares to be exhausted but is kind and gentle about it :) the holder of the toddler harness
6. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?
afhiri @ gale: afhiri will call gale anything. gale is the mr. wizardy man the bestest clown in faerun..... literally whatever pops into this babies head it is now assigned gale. he is the sweetest honey chuckle ever !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yknow how it is. ......
gale @ afhiri: gale calls afhiri "my love" most of all but also "hiri" and "iri".. iri is mostly reserved for when gale is being very soft and gentle.. like when he's sleepy <3 also things like "my sweet clown" teehees
35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?
afhiri @ gale: afhiri....... man. i don't think afhiri ever 'realised' when gale confessed he loves her afhiri was like Cocks Head you like me? :3c and just kinda. enjoyed that attention and only really noticed gale in that way at that moment.. when afhiri fell in love ?? no clue. afhiri don't know. gale don't know . afhiri doesn't have that kind of awareness <3
gale @ afhiri: act 1.. i wrote a wittle scene where afhiri plays the flute for gale (the flute he bought them...) and sings him a song they wrote just for gale.. the song is bad but afhiri sings well and plays well... it was very touching. gale got the doki doki man
28. Are they affectionate in public? Is it too much?
afhiri/candor: IMMENSELY SO. afhiri's natural state with candor is hands on touchy touchy grabbing Climbing... this is just completely normal for the two. candor doesn't have much or any concept on PDA and the social view of it and just allows afhiri to do whatever they like. ^_^ afhiri is CLINGING
40. What do they do when they miss one another? Is one more needy than the other/s?
afhiri @ candor: afhiri isn't one for missing really. afhiri is so In The Moment that they're not really thinking on the past and what they don't have. they are however completely inseparable when they're together however and when they're not afhiri's mind is just full of gale. no room for missing..!! afhiri is, when they're together, THE needy one... candors attention NOW please :3
candor @ afhiri: candor thinks about afhiri every waking moment. which is all the time because candor doesn't sleep :) no matter what afhiri is dominating its mind. but thanks to being a solar it doesn't stop it from doing what it needs to do.. it has room for afhiri to dominate so much headspace and still do its duty. but when they're not together candor is waiting with extreme patience for the day afhiri joins it in the upper planes. (never happens <3)
49. Do they tease each other? What about?
afhiri @ candor: afhiri is super teasing ^_^ mostly because its fun!!! and the teasing is entirely romantic or sexual in context. lots of teasing about how much candor likes afhiri like.. theyre a school kid on a playground. but candor just responds completely bluntly and honestly like. it doesn't even get it's being teased. fantastic!
candor @ afhiri: never. absolutely never. the idea is abhorrent. though it might happen by complete accident and candor WILL do all in its power to make up for this fatal mistake. <3 on one knee hand to hard please forgive me for my insolence afhiri
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Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
This is a book I started several years ago, but I never got very far into it. The writing is so stylized, I found it hard to just sit and read this thing! That led to me picking up and putting down the book again and again until now, two years later and 24 chapters in! This time, I'm committed to finishing it.
Although it's a mentally exhausting book to read, it's still super fun. I'm never less impressed by how Stephenson was able to so accurately predict the future of virtual reality! Still, I always think back to my husband's friend, who was in a fencing class with Stephenson when he lived in Seattle. He hadn't known his fencing buddy wrote the book Snow Crash--so he told him to his face the book sucked. Legend has it Neal took it like a champ.
This one's for you, dumbass!
Whenever I choose a book to read, I try to match it with a fitting tarot deck and card to use as a bookmark. For this one, I saw The Fool as the perfect avatar (teehee) for Hiro Protagonist. The deck I picked was the stylish hand-drawn set by the incredibly talented svnddlsnts.
#this is a motivational post to make me read this damn book!!#snow crash#reading#books#book blog#tarot
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what you heard | reader x changjin
a/n: hi. its missing changjin hours also now I am addicted to poly r/ship fics so here is what my brain came up with hehe (pic creds to OPs!)
what you heard | reader x changjin
Pairing: self insert, hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader x seo changbin
Genre: smut w/ fluffy tones
Tags: poly r/ship, comfort fic, outdoors sex, friends to lovers, discovery of feelings, idiots in love, with a lil bit of comedy, college au, teehee switch!changbin, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, they’re all kinda fighting for dominance muhaha (its those bestie vibes ahaha), bratty behavior on all sides, jinnie kinda flips a switch when he gets in the mood (hehe pun intended), spitroasing (r), unprotected sex (stay safe!), sex under the stars hehe, penetration and fingering (r), oral (r & m), face fucking, cumshot, cum eating, that good, good makin’ out, soft and intimate body touching hell yeah, fluffy ending
Word count: 6.8k
Recommended listening: what you heard by Sonder
If there was something that you and your two bestfriends were the best at, it was getting your heart broken.
Hopeless romantics you all were, in one way or another. In fact, it would take even more than your set of three hands to count the number of times that the three of you had come over with a broken heart, seeking ice cream, hugs, or plates to break.
Changbin was the kind to fall in love slowly, but when he did, it consumed him, and everything that he was. He would become convinced that there was no one better for him in the whole world. He would spend sleepless night writing songs and poetry about those who would occupy his mind. Changbin would write love letter after love letter to never send them, or to have them crinkled into papery balls, and slam-dunked into his waste bin. He would often joke that he was ready to love someone, but he just didn’t quite know how to. Under it all, you and Hyunjin knew that he must’ve been scared if they didn’t love him back.
Hyunjin fell in love with people at the drop of a hat. It was his “fatal flaw” as he liked to to joke about too. The gorgeous blond man would fall in love over hearts scribbled on coffee cups, smiles in passing, and compliments on days when he had caught the bus late. This man was the kind to sing love songs loudly in the shower no matter who heard him, and would often have a new crush by the week. Unlike Changbin, he had no fear when it came to confessing, but had even worse luck getting someone to take his words seriously. Hyunjin had too much love to give, and never received enough back.
You, on the other hand, delayed love for as long as you could, no matter how much that you would dream of it. Love came to you in the forms of movies and books, fictional characters and song lyrics. You wrote about the love you had to give in countless journals and on the back of sticky-notes that had been used on the front-side. Love was more of an abstract concept to you. It was never something that you could touch but rather dream about. However, while this wasn’t the worst way to view it all, you still thirsted for something more. A hand to hold, a warm body to tangle up in the sheets with you.
On this day in particular, you and your friends had gathered for a meeting: your “Unofficial Lonely Hearts Club” as you called it. You couldn’t recall who had called the meeting after the long week that you had, but it was likely what each of you had needed.
These nights would often start the same: the three of you shoved into Changbin’s pickup, windows down, night air in your lungs, some song on the stereo that Changbin had been into these days. The three of you lived in the typical college city nestled into the side of some mountainside--a stark contrast to where you had come from before. It was the kind of place where people went to forget about who they were before to become new people. For some reason, some crazy fraction of the people who moved there, never left.
First chance you got, you would move the hell out of there: a place full of so much heartbreak and disappointment…who could dare to stay?
Hyunjin stuck his hand out the window, making little waves with his palm in the wind. You wondered what he had been thinking of that night; if he was sad or if he was happy. After knowing him for nearly four years now, you knew there was nothing in the world that he deserved more than to feel all the warmth that he had conveyed to others. It was a crime that he never got it back.
Changbin’s free arm held to the handle above the car door frame, and he flexed and relaxed his muscles as he hung his fingers there. You too wondered what thoughts floated on his mind: if he was making up lyrics or if he was putting together some grad story or gesture only for it to never see the light of day. He too deserved all the love the world could offer.
Changbin’s car sped up the dirt road to the lookout spot where kids would go to get drunk, high, or possibly both. It was a dreary and empty Wednesday evening, and secretly you hoped that no other rambunctious students would be there to shatter bottles on the craggy rocks. His headlights lit the path ahead, and the car bounced on the rough road with dusty orange rocks. The higher you got to the mountainside, the more static-y the stereo would buzz until soon all that was left were broken lyrics.
There was one spot you liked particularly: it was a ledge that would jut out horizontally, giving a clear view to the whole of the land below: you would see the white lights from the nearby hospital, and the stadium lights from that god-awful football stadium that had sucked up your student loans. Further, you could see river on the edge of the city-line, and how it would ripple in dark blue sparkles under the moonlight.
Your two best friends would grab the blankets that were habitually kept in the backseat made of scratchy wool, but this only made them warmer. Changbin also kept a couple camping lamps in his car to light up the dark space of his cargo bed. The weight of your bodies would shake the space and make the car bounce a bit on its wheels when the three of you would cuddle up between eachother to take in the scene.
On nights like tonight, neither of you would say much, but just look out and feel it all. There was a kind of beauty in the simplicity of the way that everything seemed so still up there, or how time had appeared to stop somewhat. If you were lucky, you could hear the hoot of an owl, or some other critter rustling in the bushes.
Hyunjin was always the one to sit in the middle, and he would take turns resting his head upon your shoulder or Changbin’s sighing deeply into how they would rise and fall. You hugged your knees to yourself and wondered how many more times you would come up here with them, or if after graduation, it would happen at all. It was painful to consider, but you even wondered if they would be in your life at all after everything ended.
“I’m sick of being lonely.” Hyunjin said into the cold air. He shifted, looking both you and your other friend in the eyes. “Its depressing and exhausting.”
“What are you talking bout ‘Jin?” Changbin threw his hoodie over his head.
“I mean moping about people who don’t ever feel the same...feeling sad when it doesn’t go my way...I’m sick of it!! I just wanna like, give up!! Would it be so hard for me to just like, stop feeling??”
“Oh Jinnie...don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just stop falling in love with people. It’s impossible. Not just for you but...” You exhaled out, “...for all of us.”
“Yeeeah, I don’t think that you have much control over that.” Changbin agreed.
“No, seriously!! It’s shit!!”
You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, nuzzling into his shoulder to sooth him, “I know, I know.”
“Aren’t you guys sick of it?? The three of us must be cursed or something.”
Changbin laughed out his little trademark chuckle and ruffled up his friends blond locks. “You’re being dramatic again Hyunjin. It’s not that bad.”
“Psh! Says you who hasn’t gone on a date in months!”
“Hey!!”
You flicked both of your friends on the sides of their heads. “Cut it out, will you? We came up here to relax and forget all that stuff, remember?”
Hyunjin gave out a sign in his exasperation, turning to fiddle with his little Bluetooth speaker that had definitely seen better days. The last crickets of the season chirped in the early fall air, and the little device booted up with the tiny ringtone that you knew well.
“Anything we want to listen to in particular?”
“Whatever you feel like Jinnie.”
The little blue-white light of his phone illuminated his face, and Hyunjin picked a song that you had likely heard dozens of times before. It was from that artist that he had adored to bits, but only really listened to when he was feeling down.
“Oh Jinnie.” You hushed, then wrapped your arm around his wide shoulder. “No one deserves you.”
Changbin let his head fall on the other boy’s shoulder too. When the three of you were close like this with your body heat shared between you, it was cozier than anything imaginable. While you and your two friends weren’t the most touchy of people, there were still times when you could huddle up, and it was no secret that it felt safer than anything.
Hyunjin chuckled a bit, causing his shoulders to shake. “You know what they say in those movies about people who can’t find love after long?”
“What’s that?”
“They say, “By the time that we turn thirty, if neither of us have found love, lets just marry eachother.””
Changbin scoffed, “And you’re bringing this up why?”
“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous idea if the three of us decided to do that, right? Seeing how the current trend is going?”
You exchanged adoring and teasing glances with Changbin over your adorably naïve friend.
“I think you’re missing something out of that equation Jin.”
His doe-eyes widened, “What’s that?”
“In all of those movies, it was usually two people who made that promise.”
“Two people, three people, what does it matter? As of right now, its looking like the only people that we’ve got is eachother.”
Hyunjin stretched out his hands into his sweater paws and made a little squeak when he cracked his back.
“What do you say?”
“Hm.” Changbin cleared his throat, “So you’re being serious?”
“What’s so crazy about it?” Convinced as ever, he counted out the points on his fingers, “We could all live together like we’ve always talked about, we’ll never be lonely and have someone to do things with, we don’t have to be second guessing ever, waiting for someone to call us back...we all already know eachother really well so there will be no surprises...”
“Oh, so you are being serious about it then?” You ruffled his hair up a bit, just to get a rise out of him like it usually would.
“I mean...it’s not like it would be hard...right?”
Changbin sucked at his teeth, “Mm. I guess not.”
“But isn’t a marriage supposed to be like, having kids, being in love, being...partners?” You added.
Hyunjin stammered with frantic hands, “W-well, we don’t have to do everything!! Marriage is so conventional these days, we don’t have to follow all the rules, especially since there will be the three of us anyway.”
Changbin sighed, casting his head up to the ocean-blue sky dotted with silvery constellations and the red blinking lights of airplanes overhead.
“You’re still forgetting something Jinnie.”
The blond tiled his head.
“The part about being in love?”
The tallest boy shied his hair behind his ear, then tucked his chin into one of the blankets.
“I mean...I know that I love you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending the time...”
Your chest buzzed with warmth hearing your friend say it for the first time. It previously had been somewhat of an unspoken phrase between the three of you, but now that he had said it out loud, it felt even more real.
“Awww, I love you too Jinnie.”
Changbin scoffed once more and picked with the fraying ends of the blanket. “I guess I do too.”
The cargo bed grew silent while the three of you chewed on the idea. The longer you thought about it, it started to make sense bit by bit. After all, through all the confusion and the broken hearts, ice cream and broken plates, your little group understood each other better than most. When there were tears to dry, each of you knew exactly what to do. You had loved them all along, you always had.
“I really love you guys...I think.” Hyunjin finally said, and linked his arms with yours and the other man’s.
“What are you doing getting all cheesy for, huh?” Changbin nudged him with a smirk.
“I don’t know, I guess I just never really thought about it like that before.”
“Like what?”
“Out of all the people that I’ve “loved” I don’t think that I’ve ever loved them like I have with you both.”
“What do you mean?” Under the swath of blankets, your knee nudged against his, and he jumped a bit from the feeling.
Both you and Changbin looked at him attentively and how his lip quivered, and soft eyes glistened from the glow of the lanterns.
“M-maybe all along...I’ve been in love with you?”
“Like, in love, in love?”
“I don’t know...maybe?” He rubbed his eyes like he would’ve had they been lured with sleep. “Maybe I’m just, making things up...I don’t know. It’s getting late.” He laughed out with a tentative breath, “I’m saying things that don’t make sense.”
Changbin looked out at the stretch of city lights as if he was contemplating the idea himself.
“I guess that it wouldn’t be impossible.” He said blankly.
“What!?” You tried to look at both of your best friends as seriously as you could. While your heart started racing, it was as if it was against your will.
“It’s kinda funny,” Changbin began, “The three of us always complain about how love never really comes our way when we’ve already got it...right here.”
Logically speaking, it made sense. You and your two best friends really did know eachother better than anyone else ever had. When you had met as scared little 1st years without a clue in the world how to be your own people. You had figured it all out together. The ways that you had showed love to each other had been a bit different--but it was still all the same. If you were to have not met them all those years ago, your life would’ve been drastically different. You couldn’t even picture it.
Perhaps in all of your little rambles in journals and daydreams, was what you were looking for...them?
“Maybe we were just looking in the wrong place?” You offered, and both of them shrugged.
“It’s possible.” Hyunjin pulled both of your arms closer to him, and rubbed his cheek into the top of your head, then Changbin’s dark curls. He giggled out, tackling the two of you to lay flat on the cargo bed. It crinkled with a plastic sounding thud, then he wrapped his legs up in both of yours the best that he could.
Under his arm, you choked a little from his tight grasp, but you eventually let yourself mold into the curves of his body and soak up his warmth. The scratchy wool tickled at your cold fingers, and you soon felt Changbin’s hand come searching for you under the blanket too. It was a bit startling at first, but he reached out to hold your arm, then rubbed small circles into it with his thumb where you rested them on Hyunjin’s chest.
It was as if he was a bit delirious, but Hyunjin chortled with laugher until he had lost his breath, and his lyrical sounding voice bounced off the cavern of the mountain and echoed up into space.
“Why do I...weirdly...kinda...wanna make out with you guys right now?”
Changbin pinched his friend with a teasing grin, “You mean it?”
Hyunjin pouted with his plush pink lips, “I thought we all just agreed that we were in love with eachother??”
“Jinnie...” You settled your head into the crook of his neck, right by his collarbones.
“Damn. Glad I’m not the only one.” Changbin bit a smirk into his lip, then propped himself up on his forearm to gain better ground on you and the other man.
Your fluttering heart beat it’s way up your throat and into your ears, and your two friends looked at you expectantly.
“O-outside? Right now?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why not?” Changbin traced his thumb and index under Hyunjin’s smooth jaw.
“Aha! So you admit that you want to too!!” Hyunjin beamed and tugged at the sleeves of your own hoodie.
“I-I didn’t say that...”
Hyunjin leaned over on his side to face you. “Y/n, how about lets make a deal. We try it out, see how it feels, if it feels weird, we stop and pretend it never happened?”
“I don’t know Jinnie...this seems pretty friendship ending to me.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Changbin said with a sly grin.
The tallest boy pleaded to you with nearly needy eyes. “I think that it would feel nice? Besides...none of us have really...felt that...in a while.”
Changbin’s creeping hands came surveying over Hyunjin’s deep green pullover, and the other boy shivered out a little feeling the touch.
Hyunjin’s own curious hands reached out to hold both sides of your face gingerly with pink fingertips.
“I know that I’d like to kiss you...if you’ll let me?”
Both of your friends waited for you as you took turns checking with both of them. The whole prospect was unimaginable, but now...with both of them in front of you, both more real than anything you could have ever thought up, it started to make all the sense in the world.
“What do you say?” Hyunjin asked with a dreamy air. It was chilly on that early fall evening, so he tucked up the blankets even higher. It was a simple gesture, but still held multitudes of his care.
“It doesn’t hurt to try...”
You felt your face pulled closer to his, and all at once his warmth flooded your lips. It was a strange feeling your friend’s lips on yours like this, but while it was new, it was comfortable. Your friend relaxed himself over you, smiling with the corners of his mouth, and slowly sucking at your lower lip like he didn’t want to startle you with anything too fast. His glossy lips stuck with his favored strawberry flavored Chapstick, and you only wanted to taste more. He hummed with a little happy sound, and his larger hands nearly covered your whole face where he helped tilt your head a little so that he could gift deeper kisses to it.
Beside him, Changbin shook with a sigh watching the two of you, a different kind of passion growing within him seeing the two of the people that he loved most do something like this. He was a bit unsure at first, but he tucked back his friend’s blonde edges to free the skin of his neck, then sucked little kisses there too. He to was careful, and didn’t want to leave marks, but rather feel the way that Hyunjin’s skin dotted with goosebumps from the feeling and then let kitten-sounding whimpers go from the pressure on his neck.
While the night itself was nearly too cold to bear, the three of your bodies heated instantly, and you nearly felt as if the sweater that kept you warm was even too much. Hyunjin parted his lips slightly to enter your mouth with his tongue, and it was a feeling so indulgent that you tried to hide from your friend how good he could make you feel out of your own embarrassment.
Your name slithered from his lips to yours, and you tucked your hands under his sweater, finding Changbin’s hands there too on the other boy’s bare skin. Hyunjin flinched from feeling both sets of hands on his muscles. His abs flared from the attention, and he accidentally bit into your lip feeling the cold pads of fingers on him.
Now that you had one taste of him your body could only crave more.
Changbin tilted Hyunjin’s gasping and swollen lips to his own where he took his own turn gifting the other boy his affection. Hyunjin pressed his whole chest into the other man in an attempt to get closer and Changbin’s hands splayed across his back to hold him tightly. The two of them giggled a bit as they roughly worked their way around each other’s mouths. Changbin, a little smaller in the other man’s wide and long arms appeared to swim in him, and the two of them melted between the thick fabric of their clothes.
Once more your hands went journeying up Hyunjin’s shirt, and you ran your fingers over every curve and twist of his back: from the little dimples above his hips, his ribs, his sweeping shoulder blades and each swelling bit of fleshy dorsal muscle you could get your hands on. You had never realized how curious you had been for him in this way, but it delighted you to feel him this close.
Legs became anxious under the wool blankets, and tangled up with little regard for personal space, and hips writhed asking for attention that had been kept for them for far too long.
Changbin moved down Hyunjin’s jaw to give him more kisses to his tender neck, sucking harder this time to imprint little purple marks. You had never taken Changbin to be one to do so, but something told you that he was one to take pride in those that he loved, and wanted them to be his only.
“B-Bin...” Hyunjin’s voice wavered, no longer loud enough to bounce off the rocks surrounding you.
From the way that Changbin kissed the other boy, you instantly craved for him to do the same for you. Across the width of your gorgeous blond friend, you tossed around Changbin’s dark and curly strands, and soaked up his warmth to your hand cracking from the cold.
You called out for him too, and found your hips grinding into Hyunjin’s back, becoming more impatient by the moment. The way that both of them touched you, and each other was...different. There was no fear, no heartbreak, no uncertainty or loneliness. When you thought of it later, it was if the three of you could actually heal from it all for the first time.
Changbin’s eyes softened hearing you beg for him, and he helped you slide closer to him.
“Hm. You’re so cute.” He muttered before filling your mouth with his own kisses. Changbin appeared to channel everything that he had in him to give to you--it was no surprise considering the romantic that he was. He was attentive and slow; rough at first, but then melting into something much more infatuating. Hyunjin took his turn swiping his hands up and down your thighs, kneading into the skin, and then tucking up your sweater. He shimmied down your body, pressing soft lips into your belly to make you tremble from the pleasant gesture. He made his way up higher, up to your chest where he exposed even more skin to the cold, but was sure to make up for it by keeping the blankets close.
Changbin swiped his thumb over both of your lips, smiling as he did so.
“Have I ever told you that you’re really breathtaking?” He said with a tone so sultry it was a bit laughable.
“I don’t think so?”
He too took a greedy hand down your chest where Hyunjin nipped lightly, admiring the way that you had looked under the moonlight. He brought his fingers back to your lips, giving you a tiny and accidental taste of his fingertips, then promptly resumed the kisses that you had asked for.
Hyunjin worked his way back up your body, stopping at last to lap lightly into your neck with tiny fleeting love bites and delighted in the way that he could see them fade onto your skin--almost like you and him were a matching set now.
Changbin broke his lips from yours, creating a tiny wet sound with a thin string of his saliva on your your bottom lip.
Hyunjin played with the elastic of your sweatpants, gasping out a bit once he saw your legs rub together in the absence of friction. His eyes wandered slowly to his other friend who had grinded his hips down into the cargo bed with a quivering length.
“Are we about to do what I think we are?” He asked, both thrilled and shocked.
“Seems like it.” Changbin said simply after going to caress the other man’s cheek.
“Damn. I was not expecting this night to go like this.” Your voice shook, either from anticipation, or from the cold--you couldn’t quite tell.
“Me neither...but I’m not mad about it.”
“Friendship offically ruined?” Hyunjin said with a mischievous little smile.
The breeze blew through, wrapped up in the smell of the crisp mountain air. Hyunjin’s little speaker played on with his songs that you still knew the names of. There wasn’t too much light, just the glow from the inside of Changbin’s car and his lanterns, but it was just enough to take in your friends fully--the ones that you had cared for so much, you didn’t even known how much you had. While you would’ve been worried about getting caught on that Wednesday night, this mattered little.
“I’d say so.” You answered, and it was exactly what they had wanted to hear.
The three of you opted to keep your tops on to fight off the elements, but under the covers, you each jiggled off pairs of joggers, jeans and sweatpants. The car bounced once more as the three of you readjusted. As soon as bare legs intertwined and the thin fabric of undergarments got thrown into the mix, you each got louder and more desperate for wandering touches that could quell your desires.
With twisted and oversized socks, Hyunjin straddled both sides of Changbin’s head, letting the other man palm the outline of his dick and squeeze at it harshly until he shivered over the smaller man’s frame.
“Damn Jin...” Changbin groaned seeing the other’s length. “You’ve been packing and didn’t feel like sharing?”
“S-shut up.” Hyunjin whined as the other teased him.
You worked bite after bite down Changbin’s torso, sucking lightly, then harder. After long, you found that it tickled him a little--this knowledge you would save for another time.
He wore baggy boxers which hid the full girth of his dick that swelled with his erection that bopped and only appeared to grow larger once you and released him. Thick veins wrapped around his length, and his tip flared where you grabbed him into your palm.
“I could say the same to you, Bin.” You teased your friend.
Hyunjin turned to see for himself, laughing out, seeing the way that it looked in your smaller hand.
“Bin, what the fuck?”
“...Intimidated are you?”
The other boy tossed his head back, hair getting caught in his hoodie. “No...”
Changbin snapped the elastic to Hyunjin’s briefs just because he liked the sound, then pulled the other’s member out to pump at the considerable length with his fist. The blonde boy choked out a gasp at the strong grip, and Changbin dug his fingers around the other’s waist to bring in him closer.
“What me to suck this pretty dick of yours?”
“Do I even need to answer that question?” Hyunjin snarked.
Further down, you worked your own hand around Changbin’s cock which you had lathered at first with your spit. Obscene sounds of the liquid cupped in your hand, then you worked your mouth down to his gloriously thick thighs. Something overtook you then, and all you wanted to to was ravage them, make them all yours, mark them as yours, and make the quiver all because of you.
Your fingernails dug into the fleshy and squishy skin, and Changbin moaned out forcefully feeling the sting.
“Feels good?” You asked with a wicked grin, then returned to sucking bruises into the inner parts of his thighs.
“You’re gonna...gonna distract me.” He sighed out, still jerking the other boy away.
Hyunjin swiped away the other man’s curly bangs so he could see him fully. He guided his length over Changbin’s mouth, teeth clenched with a tight exhale once he felt the warmth of the other’s tongue lapping up the sides of his shaft.
Your teasing was enough, and you finally granted your friend what he wanted. With a girth as wide as he had, it was somewhat of a challenge, but a challenge that you gleefully expected. He had puffed up your cheeks fully, and you could barely take in half is length without it testing the back of your throat. Still, you focused your breath coming out of your nose, and swallowed him down deeper. Your eyes wetted from the simulation to your gag reflex, but you held on for as long as you could. At last, your wish was granted, and his marked up thighs shook just for you.
“Bin...fuck.” The blond shuddered upon coaxing himself fully into his friend’s mouth. He moaned out sinfully feeling the twist of the other man’s tongue.
To give yourself a moment’s pause, you stopped, gasping over your friend’s slit, teasing your tongue around his head, dipping down to the place where he dripped with beads of precum.
Changbin laughed out breathily, swearing easily and calling out your name too with a rasp to his tone. “S-shit...”
“Getting too distracted?” Hyunjin purred, seeing the other man made a wreck by you. “What about me?”
“S-sorry.” Changbin admitted, wetting his lips and taking back Hyunjin’s cock into his hollowed cheeks.
As you swallowed around him, your friend rutted his hips just slightly, his lust overtaking him.
“Oh fuck, just like that, mm--” Hyunjin cooed, getting lost in his own ecstasy with head thrown back, and his sweater paws melting down to Changbin’s quaking chest where he supported himself.
You worked your hand and mouth up and down around the pulsating vein’s of your best friend’s length, lazily letting him feel your flattened tongue, then switching to let him feel the tightness of your throat.
Hyunjin sighed out heavily as looked down at his friend who had taken him so well. It was almost as if he felt cheated from the crappy head that he had been getting in dirty bathrooms and semi-public dressing rooms. It was dangerous in the way that Changbin would stroke him languidly, then let his drool wet his tip.
Further down your hips, the pent up heat from your own sex ached on the cool plastic of the cargo bed, and you grinded your hips down for any simulation you could get.
The blonde man whimpered out after long, feeling even hazier the longer that Changbin continued on. “Binnie...you’re...feels really--fuck--so, good...”
It was as if the words hand been a trigger for him, but your friend pulled his length for your mouth, panting out like a dog, while also robbing Hyunjin of all feeling.
“Don’t-don’t wanna cum yet...” He laughed out, “I was really fucking close.”
Hyunjin pouted, then turning back and look at you with a bit of your own saliva running down your neck.
“Your turn now.” He nearly whispered, then crawled down the other man’s body to jerk at him lightly.
“Jin! I-I--” He clenched his teeth.
“Lay down, y/n. Is there any way that you want it?”
“A-anything. Anything that you want to do. I-I don’t care.” You begged, falling under his spell.
“Aw. Cute.” He added once he had seen the purple marks on Changbin’s thighs.
You fell back under the two of them, opening yourself up for them to do as they wished. First, Hyunjin crept down your body with as much care as he could--beautiful in the way the he looked close to you like this.
Hyunjin’s hand cascaded down your chest, then belly, all the way down to your own twitching and wetted sex, and you keened directly into his touch.
“Wouldn’t you like my fingers? Filling you up...” He asked softly, finally sinking down far enough so that you could feel his words swirl over your exposed arousal, then pressing light kisses into you. “...as deep as you can take it?”
“Mm-yes.” You squeaked, opening your legs further for him.
Your other friend settled beside you, tilting your chin nearer to him. Just barely, his lips grazed over you, breathing in your air with his hooded eyes glued to your weakened form under the hands of the other boy.
“You’re that excited?” Hyunjin mocked, “We’ve barely touched you.”
“Quit talking and just get to fucking me, got it?” You demanded, mustering all of your strength.
“Oh-ho! I didn’t take you for one to bite back.”
Changbin bit a proud little smile into your lip, wrapping his arms around you. The blond man then toyed with your entrance, licking his fingers, wetting them, then pushed them slowly into your needy hole.
“Ahhh, look at that, so fucking tight around my fingers, You want it that bad?”
His long and lithe digits filled you up where he started to thrust them in and out, using his free hand to push your jolting thighs back. Your right hand traversed it’s way under the blankets which you had readjusted, all the way down to Changbin’s leaking length which still blushed red. You wrapped around him carefully, promising his to lips that you would go easy on him.
As Hyunjin curled his fingers, the other man then reached down to rub at you fervently, matching the pace at which Hyunjin flicked his wrist. Your hips lurched feeling the combination of each sensation, and you cried out loudly for the two of them--the sound itself bounced off that empty space where the three of you existed, almost as if you were calling out for the whole starry sky to hear you.
“I-I think that we were really missing out on something...” You joked with an airy breath and both of your friends joined you.
Changbin’s teeth caught his lip as your hand squeezed and twisted, and you could see with every ounce of restraint that he had, he was holding back.
“Way to make me want to fuck you sideways, huh?” He said with a little grin, observing the size difference between your hand and his member.
Your back arched when Hyunjin reached in even deeper, and you dissolved into the pleasure that he brought you--an amazing kind of all-consuming feeling that shattered your will, and sent you mewling out into your other friends mouth.
“I-I can’t wait anymore,” You begged, clawing right into Hyunjin’s golden trellises.
Changbin scooched up quickly, taking half of the blankets with him, thankfully giving the other boy a nod when he let him be the one to use your entrance. With his brutish hands, he flipped you to your stomach, and hiked up your hips too, cold fingers holding them in place. Hyunjin kneeled permitting you access to his cock which as softened slightly, so he pumped himself back into place with his eyes holding yours.
At first, Changbin teased you with his tip, adding pressure to your twitching hole, then guided himself in bit...by bit.
The blonde tapped his dick to your lips, holding firmly the back of your neck as you took him in and choked out at the way that the other stretched your walls. Changbin grabbed at your ass in handfuls starting slowly, grinding his hips in little circles to simulate you deeper.
“Hm. Who would have known that your pretty little hole would be so perfect for me? Guess we really were missing out on something.”
Hyunjin growled lowly feeling his cock slide down to the back of your throat, brows crossed, and the bottom of his hoodie resting just above his hips.
“Squeeze my leg if it becomes too much, okay? ...I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?”
You nodded best you could, and he started to thrust carefully, every few seconds you would hold his member to drag it against the sides of your cheeks, causing him to huff out loudly at the fleshy bits of your mouth.
Changbin quickened his pace, doubling over your back as he lost himself in you, grunting out in his rhythm. From both sides, your best friends used you, resorting to something much more feral as they edged themselves closer. From the motions, the car rocked back and fourth like a bed and it’s headboard.
You too felt the tension build deeply in your core, and it begged with reckless abandon at your dizzy mind that drew itself closer and closer into the feeling of being utterly all theirs.
In many ways, you guessed that you always had been--while it had been unspoken at the time. Now, having the two of them wholly like this under the silver sheen of the moon, the cold biting at your skin, then furiously met with your heat, you could no longer see them as the two broken souls whom you had bonded with at first. They were now everything, everything that you had wished and hoped for.
Even now that you had become much more to each other, there was nothing that could take away the closeness that you had shared with them.
“F-fuck--gonna cum--” Changbin announced while he pounded frantically. The other man rolled his hips into your mouth quicker too, seeking the same kind of release.
“Y/n?” He said with a broken breath, and you muffled out a moan to let him know that you were nearly there too.
“Oh shit, oh shit--”
Changbin grunted out, with a bit of panic to his voice, forcefully removed himself from you seconds before he spilled his white seed onto your hole, then sending it dripping down your leg.
“Oh fuck--s-sorry--” He gasped out, still jerking his cock while he pulsed.
“Bin!! What the fuck??” Hyunjin yelled out, his words quickly turned into mumbles of nonsense when you took him down as deeply as you could manage without gagging, focusing only on him even though your sex ached feeling so empty.
When he had come down after a few moments, Changbin took to fucking your walls once more with his thick fingers, not even caring that he had fucked his white warmth back into you at the same time. Meanwhile, he returned to rubbing of your sensitive flesh, trying to replace the feeling he had robbed you of.
“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”
On cue, you came in waves, shuddering over Changbin’s fingers slicked with his cum, just as your other friend released down your throat and the warm liquid painted your tongue.
His blissful moans turned into light chuckles as he milked himself into your mouth, giving you every last drop. Changbin drove you further, overstimulating you to the point where your knees nearly gave out, and you had to beg him to slow.
After each of your bodies collapsed weakly to the bed of blankets and rejected clothing, you drew the covers back up over yourselves, feeling the cold seep in once more. Both of your friends kissed perfect adoring kisses into your raw lips, tasting the both of themselves on your skin. While your thighs still stuck with your friend’s cum, it didn’t matter as much now that you had huddled up cozily into their arms.
“Bin, you asshole!!” Hyunjin jested, and flicked the other boy’s forehead. “You fucking finished before you were supposed to!!”
“What the hell was I supposed to do?? I’d already edged myself enough!!”
“You could’ve tried!!”
“Whatever, it felt fucking amazing, don’t blame me.” He added with a smug smirk, “You felt fucking amazing, y/n.”
“Did it feel good for you too, y/n?” Hyunjin gingerly asked, falling right back to his soft and adorable composure that you knew well.
“Like Bin said, it was fucking amazing.”
“So we all agree then? We won’t forget that this happened?”
You gave Hyunjin a little nod to say yes, and your group of three hugged eachother even closer. You hadn’t noticed it, but at some point, Hyunjin’s music had turned off.
“So, this means that we’re like, a thing now?” Changbin asked, playing with the drawstring to your hoodie.
You peppered Hyunjin’s forehead with a tiny kiss. “I’d like to be.”
He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and reached out for Changbin across the expanse. “Me too.”
~🌹~
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4 times nishinoya had your back and the 1 time you had his
happy birthday to my first haikyuu crush, the energetic and sweet guardian deity of karasuno, nishinoya yuu!
a/n: i wrote this at 3am this morning so please ignore any mistakes teehee
warnings: not proofread, my crappy writing
word count: 1.9k
1. when you fell off the swings in first grade
you were in first grade. it was your favorite time of the day, recess, and you had giddily run out onto the playground. you immediately ran to your favorite swing; you’ve always adored the feeling of flying in the air. while you were there, you spotted a couple of older girls come up to the swing set as well. one girl swung oh-so-high and performed an impressive flip off the swing. you were in awe. determined to prove that you could be just as cool as the older girls, you pushed yourself and swung as high as you can. the ground looks awfully far from here, you remember thinking. the next thing you know, you had let go of the chains on the side of the seat and was now tumbling through the air, at the mercy of gravity. it was only then that you remembered the sharp wooden chips that line the playground. you closed your eyes shut, ready to brace for impact when you felt your body slam against a soft...person?
“ow. you shouldn’t do that! don’t you know how dangerous it is? if i wasn’t here, you would’ve died! i saved your life!” a squeaky voice blabbered from the boy that you were currently lying on top of.
“huh? thanks, i guess you did save my life! want to be friends?” you put on your best puppy eyes and extended a small hand to the boy. he wasn’t much taller, but he had a comforting, protective aura.
“sure!! I’m nishinoya yuu,” he grinned.
2. when you didn’t have anyone to sit next to at lunch
it was the first day of fifth grade. your best friend had recently moved away, leaving you with nobody to sit with at lunch. noya had grown up; his daredevil mindset, athleticism, and good looks made him popular amongst both boys and girls in your grade. yet there you were, pathetic, friendless, and sitting alone at lunch. burying your face in your lunch box, you felt your face begin to grow warm, and a familiar feeling of something in your throat sneaked up as you tried your hardest to keep the tears from sliding down your cheeks. out of nowhere, a loud metallic noise of something slamming down against the aluminum table interrupted your weeping. you looked up tentatively to find noya and his lunchbox, grinning at you from across the table.
“did you really think i would let you sit alone at lunch?”
3. when you were rejected by your crush
“hahah, y/n has a crush on a third year!” “did you really think an older boy would be into you? how sad!”
it was the tormenting middle school years. somehow, the news that you had sent a letter confessing your crush to the captain of the soccer team had been spread all throughout the school. you could hear the snickers and whispers as you walked through the hallway. he was so attractive, and you were convinced that he even flirted with you a couple times when you watched his practice. but when he came storming up to you with a threatening gaze and all his friends trailing behind him sneering at you, you were terrified and ran to the girl’s bathroom. how did this all even happen? you didn’t dare to come out from the stall until you heard a familiar voice calling to you from outside the bathroom door.
“y/n! please hurry and come outside, i’m not supposed to be in here and if they catch me i’d be dead meat.” noya pleaded.
“they all hate me,” you mumbled.
“no they don’t! please. I just want to talk to you, i’m your best friend! c’mon,” he begged. reluctantly, you picked up your bag and stepped out of the small, depressing stall. noya’s usually bright demeanor had been replaced with one of concern and oddly, determination. he pulled you into a storage closet, and shut the door quietly. “listen, y/n, what that guy did to you was messed up. he’s probably just insecure, and he definitely doesn’t deserve someone like you. you are so special, and loved, and absolutely adored , and i will fight anyone who says otherwise.” he declared confidently.
“but what if i never find my soulmate? i don’t know if i deserve to be loved,” you spoke softly.
“then i’ll be your prince charming,” was the last thing he said before he pressed his soft lips against yours.
4. when he walked you home in the rain
the searing feeling of his lips lingered on your mind. after he kissed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about noya. was he letting you borrow his pencil because he liked you? or was he just genuinely being a nice person? what about when he gave his last quarter for a drink from the vending machine? when he asked you to help him study for the upcoming quiz? everything about your friendship became a confusing and blurry mess. regardless, you couldn’t be prouder of your best friend. nishinoya was finally being recognized for his hard work and talent in volleyball, and he had even won the award for best libero. you always went to support him at his games, and today was no exception. his team had fought tenaciously, and everyone was determined to place in the tournament. they were in the final set against kitagawa daiichi when a realization hit you. he had become so good at volleyball, you weren’t sure if this was the same boy who complained about digging drills two years ago. was this talented, attractive, and popular volleyball player really your nishinoya? clearly, he was too good for you. tired of the overbearing negative thoughts from your overthinking, you walked out of the gym only to find that the sky has decided to cry. the droplets pitter and patter against the pavement, and you mentally curse at yourself for not remembering to bring an umbrella. hoping that you could wait out the rain, you sat on the cool metal bench that was outside the gymnasium.
"hey, we won! did you see me save that one ball? it was like WHOOSH! and then KABAM! and i went BOOM! and," nishinoya beamed, but he trailed off when he noticed your mindless stare at the street.”huh? Hey, are you okay? did something happen?” he stammered, trying to think back to all the possible things that could’ve upset you.
“no no no, please dont worry about me, noya-san. enjoy your victory; i’m really happy for you!” you faked a grin. he raised an eyebrow, but decided not to press further.
“come on, i’ll walk you home. we can share my umbrella,” he tugged at your hand, and reluctantly, you went along with him.
the streets of miyagi was busy despite the weather. bikers and pedestrians crammed the sidewalk as everyone tried to get home quickly.
"why does he even like me?” you asked yourself under your breath.
“because you’re there for me. always. we’ll always have each other” he replied nonchalantly. you jumped.
“shoot, did you hear that?” you panicked.
“of course! i answered your question.” he wasn’t even a bit bothered. “even though you’re usually pretty subtle about it, i know you care about me. like when you give up lunch to help me study, or always giving me a bottle of water after waiting for my practice to end.” he looked off to the side, a bit embarrassed. i’m really grateful for the little things you do. and i know that, uh, what happened the other day, i should’ve asked you first. i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking with my head. if you don’t like me back like that, i totally understand. we can still be friends”
“you were thinking with your heart,” you mumbled. “i don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship yet. i don’t want to risk what we have.”
“ok! that’s fine by me. pinky promise that we’ll be friends forever no matter what?” he held out his hand.
“deal.” you grasped his pinky with yours.
5. when you believed in him in a moment where he didn’t
before anyone could realize, the year had flown by and it was time for everyone to pick a high school. noya ended up choosing to attend karasuno, an old volleyball powerhouse that was near his house. thanks to tedious hours of studying, you were chosen to attend shiratorizawa on a scholarship.
“i’m proud of you. i knew you were smart and you would get in! you have so much potential ahead of you. thank you for spending the past 8 years with me.” he began, but was cut off when you buried your face into the crook of his neck and cried.
“stop, the graduation is already hard enough, don’t make me even sadder,” you sputtered through tears. the private academy had strict rules about phones so contacting any of your friends outside the high school would be a challenge.
after bidding him a tearful goodbye, you didn’t see him again.
that was, until your second year of high school
when you heard that the glorious nishinoya yuu and the reborn powerhouse of karasuno has the chance to play against the elite shiratorizawa academy, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing after all these years.
nishinoya was scanning the stand for your familiar face.
“ i wonder how y/n is doing. did she make new friends? does she have someone to sit with at lunch?” he couldn’t help but feel protective of you. after all, you were like a sister to him. soon, the ref blew the whistle that signaled the start of the game. the bright lights, the polished floor, and the enthusiastic cheers were all at the back of his mind. right now, he only has one job: to keep the ball in the air and keep the game going. however, ushijima’s serves proved to live up to its reputation. spike after spike, the foreign spin of the ball combined with the powerful accuracy was a challenge to receive.
noya was exhausted, in pain, and mentally beating himself up. he had one job, and as the libero, if he can’t even receive a serve, what is he doing? he felt like he was letting the team down, and a familiar feeling of guilt began to weigh heavily in his heart.
that’s when he saw you in the karasuno stands, holding up a poster with his face on it and the words “thank you for having our back” drawn in bold letters. you had the biggest smile, and was waving excitedly. you didn’t care if you were betraying your school; you were so grateful for all the times he was there for you, and you owed him at least this. you had spent all night making the poster, carefully coloring in every letter with the utmost precision. this was your way of saying “i believe in you. go be that talented, amazing person you are.”
that’s when he decided that no matter what comes his way, he’ll dig up every spike, save every ball, and win every game for you. because nishinoya yuu won’t let you down.
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MAY I REQUEST A HAWKS X FEM READER WHERE HE’S GOING THROUGH A BIRDY-RUT AND HES TRYNNA COURT HER LIKE “Oho! would m’lady like a shiny pebble?? Perhaps a blue leaf??” And he tries to like “sing” for her to allow him to get the smash? I saw this concept in another fic and I’ve been absolutely OBSESSED with it since.. and I wanna see what your take on it would be!! Xoxo, Simp-anon
a/n: BITCH I LOVE THIS OMG. the fucking “would my lady like a shiny pebble?” fucking had me omg. i don’t really write for omega-verse type stuff but imma let the hawks stuff slide bc he’s part bird.
today i’m listening to bubblegum by kk slider njhsbcdhbehj
hawks trying to court his s/o
genre: fluff, smut
listen-
this scenario has me wheezing because in the beginning, i just picture this whole ass man bringing home rocks and shit for you, and you’re kinda like “??”
he also gives you his fallen feathers 🥺
but you just kinda go along with it bc you love him and it’s sweet ig ?
but as time goes on, he starts acting more and more weird
like he’s already a really clingy person, but now it’s to the point where he doesn’t even wanna go to work and just stay at home with you and cuddle you
and you go to the internet
“why is my boyfriend bringing shiny rocks home for me?”
but after a shit ton of searching you find out he’s going through his rut and you’re kinda just like, “oh 😳”
he gets even more sensitive around the wings during this point, and he already is at first, so now when you even bump his wings they start fluffing up and ahhh
he will be cooing, and starts nuzzling you and shit it’s so cute omg
and this doesn’t really have anything to do with this but GIVE! HIM! HEAD SCRATCHES! (i have a budgie so i know birds love this teehee)
sometimes he will kinda gently bite your neck or shoulder to show affection
he also will kinda show off his wings and feathers to try and seem more attractive, and they’ll turn a brighter red during his rut
also with the singing thing-
this man can sing change my goddamn mind
he will come home after work, and will see you. his feathers will start ruffling and will just run up to you and hug you and start singing to you like 🥺
it’s so sweet ahhh
now to the spices-
a/n: im writing this for filler bc my laptop won’t let me continue bullet points after keep reading :,)
mans is already a horny little shit, so this takes things to the MAX
will be so whiney and will always wanna do stuff
he’s either really rough, or really soft and gentle. it depends on how he’s feeling
this rut really turns his feelings he already has full blown, because he’s so passionate during sex
“fuck, i love you baby bird~”
moans so much omg
and he’s loud
your neighbors fr out here like, “i hate it here ._.”
sex with him during his rut is intense. he can go for rounds after rounds, until he passes out if he wants
will also want to breed you
like, i hc that he has a slight breeding kink and it really shows during ruts
“ahh, i can’t wait to fill your pretty little pussy with all my cum, and have so many babies with you. mm you will be such a good mama..”
yummy
once you guys are finished, he will be too exhausted for aftercare, so he just holds you close to him, and covers you with his wings, and falls asleep with his head on your shoulder
a/n: i feel like i just wrote absolute sin omg. requests are open :)
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