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verysium · 5 months

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attractive things bllk characters (unintentionally) do?👀

i received this ask and decided to write this entire thing through a caffeine-powered fever dream. may have gone a little overboard. please pray for both your sanity and mine. thank you anon for your strong sense of imagination (or delusion, whichever you prefer.)

nagi lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and you accidentally (or not so accidentally) get a good look at the droplets running down his abs and v-line. he also does the doorway lean while waiting for you to get ready. since he's so tall, he puts his one arm up on the top of the door frame while scrolling through his phone. when he feels drained of energy, he clings to you like a koala, face buried into the crook of your neck.

rin pushes his hair back when his bangs get in the way, and it shows off his ridiculously sharp side profile. sometimes you have to pause mid-conversation because the direct eye contact gets too intense. he has the brightest turquoise eyes in existence, and they stare right into your soul. pair that with the height difference and him towering over you. hang onto your ovaries because this man is about to snatch them. if isagi or sae are anywhere remotely close within your vicinity, he will personally drag your chair closer over to him. you know, the whole nick jonas chair pull thing? he also unintentionally clenches his jaw when pissed, the vein popping out and everything.

barou is polite to his elders. he holds the door open for others. he tips extra at restaurants. he is kind to service workers. he's just a gentleman overall even though he likes to act tough. he rolls up his sleeves while cleaning or cutting up vegetables, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearms. wears those form-fitting aprons where you can see the outline of his waist and the muscles in his back. he is not immune to raging pit bull moments, but he will calm down immediately when you ask him to.

kaiser requires physical touch to function. all concept of personal boundaries goes poof in his little ego-driven brain. he holds your chin so you look up at him while he's talking. also has that husky growl when he wakes up in the morning. he speaks german. what else is more attractive than that? if you stroke his ego, he will puff his chest out like an emperor penguin and flash that movie star smile. does not slow down his pace for you, and will laugh at your expense when you trip in heels and fall. but then he feels guilty about it and begrudgingly picks you up and carries you home. however, before that he will make you swear on everything holy to never tell isagi about his moment of weakness. (tbh kaiser is a menace and has some serious self-esteem issues. pls avoid dating a man like him in real life until he is fully mature. i still love him tho.)

reo mansplains but not in the condescending way. he does so in the "omg i'm so excited to finally get to share something with you and you're never going to believe it" sort of way. rambles on and on about his interests and gets that little glint in his eye when he's passionate about something. also not sure if this counts but he gets extremely depressed when you don't message him back within five minutes. what do you mean you were busy? he was out here dying from a literal famine. he needs your affection to survive. last but not least, he is good at styling. he knows what colors work best for you, and he will put together three new looks for you in record time.

hiori dreams that you left him for good and wakes up crying with his arms around you. will refuse to let you leave the bed even if it is just to get a glass of water. his rare moments of emotional vulnerability are what gets to you.

shidou does not condone any of your bad decisions. you want to get shit-faced and party until early morning? no complaints from him. you want to wear sexy outfits to the club? say less because he's about to enjoy the view and knock out the front teeth of every guy who dares to ogle you. i don't know if this qualifies as being attractive, but he would never be the controlling type. you can dress and act however you want. unfortunately for you though, this is also a textbook case of the blind leading the blind. if you get horrendously hungover, so does he. if you get pulled over, he's going to be too blackout drunk to even comprehend the officer's words. you can count on him for a good time, but not anything else. do not take any of his advice at face value.

oliver likes to show you off even if he doesn't notice it himself. any talk with his team, and he will find a way to make the entire conversation about you. at this point, the entire u-20 team is done with him. they placed bets that you two wouldn't last more than a month due to his philandering reputation, but the universe seems to think otherwise because you and oliver hit the six-month mark and are still going strong.

ness guards your drink with an unnecessary amount of protection. while you left to go use the restroom, he was looking left and right, and the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling every time someone even came close to your cup. he also shoos away any person who opens their mouth while standing next to your drink because apparently the condensation from their breath could be dangerous. definitely covers your cup with both hands even if it has a lid. no suspicious shit is happening on his watch.

yukimiya is well-read, and he wears glasses. he has a copy of every single classic out there in existence and will fangirl along with you over your virginia woolf collection. he was written by a woman with two cats and a wine glass. not much else to say.

loki absolutely clears the entire carnival/arcade game. you want that giant teddy bear that costs over three hundred ticket points? say less because he's about to win the whole damn pot. of all characters, i would say he's one of the only green flags. like celery green.

isagi always looks for you when he enters the room. intentionally or not, he always seeks your presence. if someone says a funny joke, he turns to you to see if you're laughing or not. also does that somewhat creepy stare thing where he just looks at you quietly while you do mundane tasks. internally he is screaming cus what do you mean you actually like him?

chigiri gives you that thankful little smile whenever you stand up for him. i feel like people don't understand how goofy he can get as he's canonically good at doing impressions/impersonations. also has the prettiest laugh. if he ever cuts his hair, i think i'm going to get a nosebleed.

noa unconsciously says yes to every question you ask of him. he'd be giving bastard münchen a hard time (and denying isagi's requests) but then immediately once you come over, he's automatically acquiescing to everything you say. the rest of the team is low-key shocked you can win him over so easily. when they confront him about it, he just shrugs and goes "y/n is always right."

kurona's entire existence is attractive. he's just perfect. nothing is ever wrong with him. will let you check out his shark teeth and lightly pokes your finger to leave an imprint. hopefully you'll always remember him that way. he's also quiet so he will listen to everything you say and give ample weight to your words.

sae is my baby girl so he gets a whole section dedicated to himself:

absentmindedly plays with your hair. when you're sleeping in his lap, he'll gently run his fingers along your scalp. sometimes in the morning when you're sitting up on the edge of your bed to do your makeup, he'll come up from behind you and brush back your hair. might also press a kiss to the back of your neck.

helps you put on your face mask. when he's shopping, he will buy you lotion along with his own skincare products. says that it was just a convenient store run but you know he personally made sure to get you the best quality ones.

this is canon because i said so: when he gets out of the shower, he slings the towel over his neck or his shoulder. he also involuntarily flexes his biceps when he bends down to grab something. has the world's most defined deltoids.

when you're stuck in large crowds at the airport, he puts his hand in your back pocket to keep you two from getting separated. if the TSA pat-down is anywhere too personal for his liking, he will openly glare at the officer once you've passed the security checkpoint.

bonus point: when you two brush your teeth early in the morning, he has that little bed head where his shorn-off bangs stick up in cute little tufts here and there. will have a dead look on his face, but his eyes soften when he catches your gaze through the mirror.

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anemptypuddingcup · 6 months

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Omg so like... Hi!! I saw it period post and was like.... Wait a minute bc that got me thinking and I've never wrote a fanfic before (I wrote short stories) especially smut so like... That prompt got my two tiny ass brain cells going full gear to write this shit... I hope you likey :] I didn't re-read shit and I tried my best for this to make sense to others :] have a good day/night and I hope your period don't make your week a living fucking nightmare 🥰🥰

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It was your time... To bleed like a fucking virgin sacrifice to some devil... You could compare that to what was actually happening.

Your day started off in the worst way possible... You started your period in the middle of the night causing your sheets to get dirty with your blood. Oh, your sweet boyfriend Monkey D. Luffy just laying there like nothing happend.

"Luffy, wake up for a minute." Shaking him a little to try to get him to move so you can put the sheets to wash.

He doesn't move... The sheer audacity of this man. You shake him harder... Nothing. At this point why try you can't move this man. But you'll be damned if you not only let yourself sleep in the mess but Luffy too? Nope.

You sigh as you move closer to him and lean close to his ear.

"Luffy~ I made food..." You whisper softly into his ear and all of a sudden his body shoots up looking at you like your some sort of saint that bestowed the holy Grail upon him rubbery body.

He smiles so brightly at the thought of your food. Hugging and kissing you.

"Good Morning, y/n! Thank you for breakfast!" He gets up,running towards the kitchen not paying any mind to the mess on the sheets.

You laugh softly, grimacing in pain as laughing mad your cramps... cramp...👍🏽

Managing to get said sheets off you throw them on the floor being careful about not getting any blood on the floor not feeling like bending over and hurting yourself more. You manage to change the sheets and put them to wash when you hear your lovely oh so lovely but idiotically stupid boyfriend yell from the kitchen.

"Y/N WHERES THE FOOOOOOOOOD!!!" he's whining like a child. You snicker to yourself softly ignoring him.

Going into the bathroom to clean yourself up the best you can without stepping into the shower cause your body hurts to much at this point to bother. You can't hear Luffy enter your shared bedroom.

As you come out of the bathroom "freshened up" (bc let's be honest... Who actually feels clean while on their period)

Luffy slings his rubbery arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. Both of you grunting softly at the whiplash and weight.

"Y/n where'd the food? Did you lie to me?" He mumbles into your neck before looking at you with those eyes... Those goddamned puppy eyes... The ones you can't lie too, those one.

You move your hands to play with his hair kissing him forehead "No my love, I'm sorry for lying to you but I needed to clean the shee-" he didn't left you finish... He don't care, you dare lie to him about one of the things he loves most in this world. FOOD! (You ofc matter to him along with shank's hat but... Like you lied about food 🥲)

Anyways... His man slams him lips onto your... It's the most sloppiest, wettest most pussy throbbing kiss you've ever gotten out of him. Teeth and tongue are clashing against each other in a race for dominance.

You don't even know how he got you on the bed shirt and bra off whille he's making out with your breast the whole things basically in his mouth while he's rolling your other nipple with his finger looking at you with madness and hunger (literally and figuratively).

"Mami~ why did you lie to me?" He looked at you pulling off of your chest kissing back up to your chest and leaving bite marks in his path

"I-im sorry I had to lufty-" you were cut off by him pulling your pants down you kick him softly looking at him and shaking your head.

"No Luffy, we can't go no more... I'm on my period" you look at him and put your legs back down besides him.

This man looks at you stupid.

"Y/n.. what's a period?"

• *Explaining x3*

He nods... Still looking just as confused.

"I do not care." He puts his hands back on your pants pulling them down reveling your underwear.

"Luffy!" You look at him stupid before sighing... It's not like you can deny him, you want this just as bad as he does but you don't want to make a mess on the bed again.

"Ok.. fine but get a towel and put it under me... I don't want to make another mess" you look at him and give him a sheepish smile.

He bolts towards the linen closet and grabs a towel. Moving you towards the side laying the towel under you.

"I-love-you-so-fucking-much-mami~" he whispers inbetween kisses starting at your chest and down your stomach stopping at your underwear.

Lifting himself up off of your body pulling pulling his shorts and boxers off in one fluid motion. Hissing as his cock springs up hitting his stomach.

You feel your mouth water as the sight of Luffy flushed face his body covered in a thin layer of sheen and his cock... Oh God does it look at pretty as ever he has a vein on the bottom and on the side of his cock with a deep red tip leaking pre from his tip.

He dosnt bother asking you for permission he rips off your panties throwing them to the side.

Grabbing his dick and running it between your wet blood soaked fold both of you moaning softly at the feeling.

"Fuck- Luffy please... I want you inside~" you spread your legs further apart whining trying to get more friction against your cunt.

He leans down and kisses your neck before slamming himself into you groaning. You are just screaming your lungs out at how fast he enters you. "Your so tight and warm for me mami~" he moans into your ear pressing on your lower tummy to feel how deep he is inside of you.

Whining and moaning at the pressure he's applying to your lower stomach. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in closer your pussy beating around him.

"Please Luffy~ I want you to move~" you moans around him trying to get him to move. "Mami~ I need you to beg for me~" he whispers into your ear biting the fleshy lobe of your ear.

You look at him and take your hand and press it against his hand on your lower stomach " Please papi~ I want you to fuck me into the mattress please I want your cum please~" you tell him blushing in embarrassment but you both know what you want.

He goes at it. He's slamming his hips into your pussy so hard whispering praises into your ear. "So good~" is on repeat from him lips as your just moaning your nail scratching at his back mumbling nothingness as he fucks you dumb. He pulls away from your body still going absolutely ham in your cunt adoring the way your blood his covering his cock Everytime he pulls out of you just to go back in.

"F-fucK luffy I'm so close~" you moan loudly as your tights start to quake around him. "Me too mami~ just wait a little bit longer for me~" he says pulling out of your cunt. You whine at the lost of him inside of you only for him to flip your around onto your stomach and slams right back into you going even faster than before. Moaning loudly as you grab the sheet and pillow any thing for support from his ruthless thrust into your tight cunt. "I'ma cum in you baby~" he moans into your ear as he thrust even faster inside of you releasing his seed and you squirt around his cock screaming his name.

He fucks his cum back into your pussy looking at how his cum and your blood and fluids mix together. "You did so well for me, mami~" he whispers into your ear before pulling back out, flipping you back into your back and kissing you softly. "I love you so much lu~" you say in-between kisses.

"I love you to y/n." He whispers into your ear, flopping next to you pulling you closer to his body, kissing your cheek and neck.

It was such a lovely little moment... Till you hear snores... You look at this man stupid yet again as he has a strong grip around your waist.

"LUFFY! WAKE UP!" You yell slapping him and he just stays asleep.

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS-

I’M IN SHAMBLES, I’M FLIPPING- I’M DOING EVERY-GODDAMN-THING IN THE BOOK RN-

DO YOU WRITE LOVE?- PLEASE TELL ME YOU DO BC I ADORED THIS SM🥺💖 istg this was so good for your first try-

IDC IF THIS WAS SHORT, I LOVED IT-

MY CYCLE’S KILLING ME BUT THIS HONESTLY MADE MY DAMN DAY! TYSM!-💖💕

TIME FOR A NEW TAG- 🖋️📖

#PLEASEEEE #I LOVED THIS SM!#I honestly think this deserves a tag #on its own #🖋️📖#🥺💖#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #puddingtalking

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spamgyu · 2 months

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This isn’t realistic in any way, shape, or form but I just wanted to make a hc out of my dream

Like imagine you fall asleep at his doorstep Bec he said he’d be back soon and you had to wait up for him?? And he’s so ?? Bec it’s the first time he’s seeing you in years and you look so cute curled up on the stairs?? But you look so cold too so he just picks you up and takes you inside his apartment?? And puts you down on the couch with a blanket on top Bec holy shit you are sleeping so peacefully and he doesn’t want to wake you up?? (He also doesn’t know what apartment you live in)

When you wake up the next day you’re so confused as to where you are and he just walks out of his room and greets you good morning?? And tells you he enjoyed the cookies a lot??? And he asks if you want to have breakfast together???

Y’all start hanging out a lot more after this interaction.. and imagine a few months later when you have the keys to each other’s places.. it’s pretty common for you to let yourself into his apartment at night and cook dinner there and wait up for him there.. and fall asleep on his couch bec more often than not he’s home late…

And one day he comes back and he smiles at you sleeping on the couch bec he’s so used to this routine and so used to you!! And that’s when it hits him that he’s fallen for you!!!

LMAOOO I AM TOO DELULU FOR EVEN THINKING THIS MANS AINT EVEN MY BIAS OR IN MY TOP 3

(my love life is dead I fr need a bf)

-🪽

oh my god oh my god oh my god.

which boy is this about bc i am ROTTING

in my head this is about henry pls let this be about henry.

Henry Lee the best boy who is so domesticated but wont show his soft side to his friends BUT YOU and it isn't until one day he brings u down to socal with him to meet them and slips up and calls you "heart" (short for sweetheart) while he's literally just doing the most mundane thing when they're like hold up??? pause??? we know yall are together but you guys are TOGETHER together

like yall could be having a bonfire at the beach and sitting around the fire and there's a lull... just sound of cracking wood and waves crashing and he

"heart, pass me the marshmallows please"

everyone starts coughing.

what heart?

henry hasnt showed his soft side since his last gf... in hs...

HELLO???

#aw hell #spamasks #sg: cara's groupies

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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so i went back and reread the entire MTW universe because i was doing writing research and then got sucked in.

and man.

MAN. i have never loved a series more than that one. it has all of my favorite elements in it, namely, found family in terms of complex poly relationships. i want more so badly, because i need more of all of the complex relationships. i was also thinking super hard about logan and clint, and that i would love to see more of them too because that's such a unique dynamic that i want to put under a microscope

like i've reread MTW like... too many times to count because i love the repetition of the themes between pete and wade. and ofc the yearning and being horny but not giving into it because reason xyz... oh man. oh MAN. and every time i hit that wild cat scene, it hurts just like the first time. (not quite the same because i remember reading it as you updated and then having to wait for the update and just... checking my phone all the time because i NEEDED to know what happened.)

and while i'm here

ahem

I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER MARRIAGE AND MATE CHASES

I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED A BURN THIS SLOW BUT HOT DAMN IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME

loki being so jealous even though they KNEW this was an eventuality is so sweet. inviting the captain back because they love tony regardless, jealousy burning.

and holy SHIT that scene where tony comes to steve's room???? -fans self- the best jump forward in their relationship, for sure. i cannot wait for steve to wake up in the morning it's going to be SO SWEET (and maybe a little horny...?) i literally lose my shit when i get the update email, it's the best part of my day.

i hope the freak snow wasn't too bad and all the wind didn't scare the animals too bad. it's been crazy warm here for the last few days and it's SO weird, i do not like.

Oh man MTW is my Spideypool Pirate's Heart. As in, it's the Spideypool version of a story that had a very small plot to begin with and escalated to being absolutely monstrous, it had a simple relationship dynamic and then OH LOOK there's multiple romantic arcs and friendships that border on codependent family arcs, it was meant to be mostly in verse as far as the main pairing and storyline and BLEW UP to include mutants and conspiracy theories and a spin off story.

Fun fact about MTW: I actually got the original idea on day when I was chopping kindling for my wood stove? Nothing quite soothes my OCD like a log splitting into clean cut kindling with a real loud CRACK and I thought "huh I bet I could write a scene with one of my characters learning to cut kindling." and literally...MTW was born.

Clint and Logan were such an amazing couple in that fic. I got halfway into writing them and thought "damn I can't separate them" and introduced reincarnation into the verse specifically to make sure Logan always had Clint at his side. And then of course it worked out for the Vanessa storyline too. The whole thing with Cable was really intense too. I just love that character so much and the way he was so intense with Peter? Adored it.

The wild cat scene! That was hard to write and edit but I felt like it turned out SO GOOD. And the whole motif of "Can you feel me/I can't feel you" is so incredible. I love everything about their romance.

MAMC! I can't wait to get back into it. Between being so sick the last few weeks and the actually insane weather we've been having I've had power outages/no internet for the better part of the week which means I've been trying to peck at the story on my phone app and it is SLOW going. But I'm super ready to get back into it today. I have GREAT plans for this upcoming chapter!

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wastelandbabyblue · 1 year

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Oh I go so crazy for the “take the man out the city” it makes me feel like I cant sit still the way it starts softer and then it builds and builds until the instrumental is nonexistent basically. His music is just everything. My friends hated gloom and half life when I listened to it in the car around them like making comments hated it so I def don’t get to talk about his shit with anyone. And yes! That lyric with his sister always gets me! Another song that I think is like in my top three of this album is definitely On and On, the way the backing music literally like ebbs and flows like it sounds like how those expanding ball fidget toys look to me if that makes sense? Like liquid flowing through a lava lamp too. And a slow moving vinyl. Like I can imagine a whole music video/what kinda visuals id use for this song and it makes me wish I could do stuff like that. The lyrics, of course, don’t disappoint for even a second. One of my favorites is the “your family is in our thoughts, our hearts go out to you, say a prayer, light a digital candle and then scroll away. ” like holy fuck what a lyric I think like every lyric in this song is just too fucking good. I hope you know I’m probably gonna be like dumping asks like these now in your inbox cause I just need to talk about it somewhere

not my baby gloom!!! is one of his best pls people just don't Get it. I also catch myself singing "god you're a fool, you think these people care for you" at least 6 time a day no joke. his music is so addictingjfkf

omg on and on is a VIBE. the lyrics are spectacular and I love that you can feel how full of it he is, how much he can't stand sm anymore and how things are like the fact he just disappeared from sm and then released That song love that for him so much (and wish that were me. hope that'll me soon)

but can we talk about Fool 'cause him softly singing "look into my eyes and baby whisper fool" lives in my head rent free. I wake up with those lyrics at the forefront of my mind every morning and again I'm just so!!! about the lyrics I love the way he sings about being famous. his mind is just... amazing

anyways any time, anon! I'll love to rent with you about Djo

#his head is big because he has many juicy thoughts brewing there 😌#sorry if I don't reply anything else tonight I'm about to fall asleepjcjf

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theperfectblonde · 2 months

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Sorry I’m going to aggressively rant on main for a minute cause I don’t have a therapist atm and tumblr is the next best thing :’)

So like… I live with my boyfriend’s family. His mom his sister and his nephew. I’ve been here for 6 months, and I can’t STAND the way they live/think?? (Yes I’m already planning on moving out lmao)

But like his nephew is 10. He doesn’t wake up on his own, because he’s fucking 10 and he still needs an adult to help him... because he’s fucking 10. This is a concept they have yet to grasp, and believe him to be a fully grown adult who is capable of making smart and well informed decisions of his own volition (they tell him he should be able to do this, all the time). He doesn’t do any of that, OBVIOUSLY, because I can’t stress this enough, HES TEN.

His mom will come into our bedroom, WAKE ME UP (my bf and his sister are already at work in the morning) to GO WAKE HIS NEPHEW UP, and say that she’s been trying to do it all morning and he “hasn’t woken up”.

Their version of “waking him up” is calling his name ONCE from the bottom of the stairs. His mother, every single morning without fail, is SHOCKED that a ten year old isn’t getting himself out of bed. Wonders why he doesn’t get himself up and dressed and ready when nobody tells him what to do or lays it out for him.

And when he sleeps in?

THEY DONT SEND HIM TO SCHOOL.

ALL. DAY.

The school is LITERALLY 100m walking distance away, by the way.

And my bfs mom doesn’t entertain him - she watches tv all day and lets him play video games!!!

But he also argues with them - he’s like “oh it’s too late for me to go to school” and they BUY that??? Like!!! What kind of house is letting a fucking ten year old call the shots! They want him to make his own choices and well obviously he’s going to pick that 😂

And then he calls his MOM who AGREES (he’s late to school by ONE hour, by the way. A two minute walk away from the school). WHY IS HIS MOM SAYING YES TO THIS, knowing full well he’s bullshitting, that he’s not going to do his homework (because he never does), and then yelling at him for not going to school that day BUT BITCH YOU SAID NOT TO!!!!

What a miserable fucking existence. Like for me and for everyone else, but they create their own problems lmfaooo.

Like I feel bad for the kid and do the best I can, but jfc. What an awful childhood, to have nobody raising you, and then everyone yelling at you when you’re doing it yourself and failing and also not a fucking mind reader (because again, you’re ten, and what ten year old isn’t going to fake sleeping in so they can play video games for 8 hours all day instead of doing school?).

My bf says we’ll raise our children differently, but holy fuck man. Like just absolute brain rot from his family sometimes. A kid needs structure and discipline, but also guidance and help.

The thing that makes me angry though is that I have to hear yelling ALL FUCKING DAY. not only does the kid not learn (and I don’t blame him) but their solution is to just raise their voice to get his attention. They talk over top of me constantly. Llle it’s fucking ridiculous. You won’t parent your own kid and then want me to do the hard parts of it?? Like I have shit to do man. I can’t fucking sit here and listen to you yell at him all day because YOU didn’t try hard enough to wake him up. Like fucks sake. Never mind they the poor kid is bored, so then he’ll disrupt ME for an entire day. I can’t get fucking shit done man. I just have my fucking life here, and I can’t catch any slack.

Oh yeah, the reason why he sleeps in? Because he stays up late. Playing video games. Fucking ridiculous man.

#day x

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nonbinaryeggrolls · 2 years

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Sweet Holy Honey pt. 3

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Nanami x POC!Reader

Synopsis: To keep up with bills you take up a part time job as a stripper/waitress at a gentlemans club in downtown Kyoto under the stage name "Honey". Most days you have to deal with your perverted boss, slobby and drunk old dudes, bachelors, ceos, and college assholes, but every now and then the special customer comes in. He wears a neat beige suit, blue button up shirt, and an unforgettable cougar print tie.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, emotional and physical abuse, cussing, drug use, slight yandere behavior but Nanami isn’t dangerous or violent towards Y/N just obsessed

A/N: This is a normal AU where Nanami and the rest of the JJK characters just have regular jobs/lives

A/N: Just a little note, when you see Y/N and other girls names being italicised it means it's not their real name, it's their stripper name

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Midnight: “Earth to Y/N! Girl are you even listening to me?!” Your best friend shouted while hitting you on the back of the head with a box of wheat thins

It was too early in the morning for this and on a Saturday of all days.

She has caught you in yet another one of your sleep deprived dazes. You couldn’t help it, normally you’d spend your one day off sleeping the afternoon away, then waking up at 3 pm to watch cartoons and eat graham crackers in bed but today Midnight made it a necessity that the both of you use that generous $1000 tip to go grocery shopping. As much as you hated it you had to admit it felt nice to shop for something other than ramen and rotisserie chicken.

Honey: “Can’t we just get some TV dinners and go I’m tiiiiirrrred” you whined, flailing your arms like a spoiled child

Midnight: “I’m not nuking another frozen fettuccine and broccoli plate and calling it ‘dinner’ we’re gonna act like real people and eat real food!” She said as she threw in boxes of whole grain pasta and oat flour into the grocery cart

You rolled your eyes at her remark but deep down you grew warm at how much she always cared for you.

Midnights real name was Yui Hiroshi. She’s been with you ever since high school, even when you dropped out of college and had nothing to offer but the clothes on your back she still welcomed you in with open arms. If there was no one in the world that thought you were special you at least knew Yui always would.

Midnight: “One grand. One motherfucking grand. Even when I say it out loud I still can’t believe it, that man just payed our rent HOLY SHIT!” She beamed and looked over at you, “Why aren’t you as excited about this as I am? If he keeps coming back we can probably move into a better part of town, doesn’t that get you pumped?!”

Honey: “I guess so…just don’t get it” you tugged at the loos thread hanging of your sweater

Midnight: “What’s not to get? A random dude wants to give you loads of money to do nothing, whats better than that?” She tosses a pack of packaged pomegranates into the cart, “I mean it’s better than the sweaty douchebags that just grind on you all night.”

Honey: “It just doesn’t make sense for someone to think so highly of me, especially when there’s better options like you or Soo-Yong (Matcha)

Midnight: “Stop that.”

Honey: “What?” You played dumb knowing exactly what she was talking about but refusing to acknowledge it

Midnight: “That shit you do whenever something remotely good happens to you, every time something goes right in your life you try to convince yourself you don’t deserve it or someone else deserves it more,” Yui took your hand in hers, the acrylic nails she had dragged slightly against your palm when she tightened her grip, “If I have to tell you one more time that you deserve THE LITERAL FUCKING WORLD I’m going to punch you in the boob, okay Y/N?”

A tear fell from your eye as she embraced you

Midnight: “Ugggggh they’re like pillows!” She relaxed against your chest, poking at your breasts like balloons, “Girl are you sure these aren’t fake they’re way too symmetrical?” She teased

Honey: “YUI STOP IT!”

Midnight: “SQUISH SQUISH!”

Gojo: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU GLOOMY SON OF A BITCH!” The white haired man burst through Nanamis office door baring balloons and cake: 2 things Nanami didn’t care for, the sugar made his teeth feel gritty and balloon noises made him cringe.

Nanami: “Thank you Gojo now please can you lower your voi—

Fushiguro: “OI NANAMI! YOU READY FOR TONIGHT BIRTHDAY BOY?!”

Nanami closed his eyes, hoping if he did long enough the nuisances in front of him would disappear, but damn were they persistent and only proceeded to nag him further. They were also the only friends he’s made that don’t mind putting up with his melancholic attitude so in a way he was grateful they even remembered his birthday.

The day felt like it’d never end, the barrages of tacky joke gifts from around the office and happy birthday punches absolutely drained the poor man, but it was far from over. The surprise that Gojo, Suguru, and Fushiguro had planned for him tonight kept him occupied

At home Nanami was in a dilemma, the matter of which outfit to wear perplexed him. Knowing Suguru’s high maintenance personality, he would to take him to a high end restaurant where the entree minimum was $120 and the wine cost more than most peoples phone bill. Fushiguro was a man of ever changing tastes so if the plans were in his hands a shopping spree was likely to take place. Gojo on the other hand was still immature at heart and would shove all of them into the loudest, most exclusive club he could think of. The options were honestly endless, but rather than waste time debating Nanami decided to wear his best suit anyways.

He rummaged through the hangers in his large walk in closet, of course it didn’t matter what suit he chose since each and every one of them was premium, but even he had his preferences. In the end he decided on his favorite Saint Laurent all black suit with a maroon turtleneck to match. He ironed and laid his chosen attire out on the bed to put on after he finished showering

DING!

The sound of his phone caught his attention before he had a chance to step in the shower

UPCOMING REMINDER:

APPOINTMENT WITH HONEY [WEDNESDAY 9:00 PM]

His heart skipped a beat at the notification. No matter how many times he saw it, week after week you’re name never failed to send his heart racing. Nanamis hand started to ghost over his now stiffened member as he reminisced…

The way you looked in front of him

How you begged for his release

There was no stopping it now, he was absolutely aching. He stepped into the shower letting the warm water wash over his hair and skin and started to stroke himself— slowly then building up to a deliciously satisfying speed. He dipped his head and closed his eyes

There you were, this time he pictured how you’d look bent over his office desk, his tie around your neck, your panties stuffed in your mouth to mask the needy screams that were begging to escape your lungs. You’d be a good girl for him again right? You’d please him? Let him feel you as your tight cunt clenches around his cock when you cum

“Fuck Honey…” he moaned, practically fucking into his own hand. The sound of his fist slapping against his pelvis echoed through the bathroom

Your sweet voice replayed in his mind like a melody and sent him over the edge. That soft angelic voice begging for him… ‘please, cum for me mister’. His back muscles tensed as he came all over the shower wall. He sighs in relief happy that he was able to get it all out before tonight, it was either take care of it now or get a boner during dinner.

Finally he washes his hair and body then dries himself of and proceeds to put on the outfit he planned for himself. It’s about 10 pm when Gojo texts him:

Gojo:

WE R OUTSIDE! LETS GO GET FUCKED UP🥳🍹🍾

Nanami chuckled to himself, even though his friends annoyed him sometimes he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get excited to go out with them. He grabbed his keys and wallet, turned on his alarm system and left.

Just as he expected, the three of them ended up at a lavish sushi restaurant eating their fill in well crafted rolls and high grade sake, apart from Suguru who was the designated driver. Afterwards they walked around one of Japan’s most well known outdoor shopping complexes and purchased an array of suits for Nanami. But what puzzled him most was the destination they were heading to afterwards, apparently it was so important that they felt the need to blindfold him all the way there.

Nanami: “Is the blindfold really necessary? The material is irritating my skin.” He complained, scratching at the areas that were covered by the thick cloth but only for his hand to be swatted away

Gojo: “No peeking or I’ll make Suguru turn this car around!”

Nanami sighed and dipped his head back against the leather seat

Suguru: “Dont be such a baby we’ll be there soon then you can have all the time in the world to worry about your precious skin your highness” He chuckled

Nanami: “Can I at least get a hint as to where we’re going?” He inquired

Nushiguro who was clearly already slightly tipsy, cackled as he pulled in Nanami by the shoulder

Fushiguro: “Dont worry Nami! *hiccup* You’re gonna LOVE this place *hiccup* a stiff like you could use this release were about to get!”

It was no use, he wasn’t getting any answers out of either of them. All he could do was wait and see what was in store for him.

After what felt like an eternity, finally the car parked. Gojo and Suguru helped lead Nanami out the car since Fushiguro was far too intoxicated to be of any help. They led him across what felt like a gravel parking lot, all of them snickering like children as they opened the door to the building

For some reason his muscles started to tense. The music, the atmosphere, it felt all too familiar to Nanami. He felt his heart drop and palms sweat at the sound of the hostesses low seductive voice.

“Good evening gentlemen Welcome to the Bunny Room!”

Inside the changing room you, Matcha, Cherry, and Midnight sat at the table enjoying your break, eating fruit and gawking over new episodes of Euphoria. That was until Kota walked in along with his trail of after shave and cigarette breath

Kota: “Breaks over girls go get back out there!” He clapped his hands as if the girls were dogs before a master

Matcha: “Um… we still have 7 minutes left in our break why don’t you get some of the other girls, you hired more of us for a reason.” She sassed, returning back to her small plate of cantaloupe and lychees

Kota marched over to the table, grabbing the fruit platter and tossing the entire tray into the trash bin

Cherry: “What the fuck are you doi—!!

Kota: “I wont repeat myself again, I want you four in the VIP room now. There’s a couple of “Wolf of Wall Street” looking motherfuckers here tonight and I want our best girls with them, SO ALL OF YOU GET YOUR ASSES OUT THERE!” He shouted, smacking each of you on the ass as you exited the room, “MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION, WE WANT THOSE ASSHOLES COMING BACK!”

Honey: “God he’s such a prick I just wanna get this night over with and go home, do you think Maddy is gonna leak Nates dads tape on the next Euphoria episode?” You whispered over to Midnight

Midnight: “Girl I hope so, that whole family needs a good downfall.” You both giggled as you approached the curtain of VIP section. You all adjusted your latex suits and bunny ears before entering. As soon as the curtain opened your lungs felt like they were in your throat. There he was, sitting across from you with 3 unfamiliar men beside him. His face looked pale and sweaty even under the low lights and his eyes never made contact with yours even when you all introduced yourself. Nanami knew it was you in the room but still never looked at you once.

The rest of the night went as it usually would, you all serving bottomless drinks to the 4 men until they were babbling drunks, all except for Nanami who barely sipped from his singular glass of bourbon. Eventually the one with the small scar on the right corner of his lips took a noticeable liking to you, his hands would find their way up your hips each time you walked by with more tequila shots, his eyes lingered on your breast and ass whenever you spoke to them. It was enough to catch the attention of Nanami who wouldn’t show it but was absolutely fuming in his seat. The leather of the couch squeaked and chaffed as he clenched it making his knuckles white. He hated this, he absolutely despised this. Nanamis known his colleagues long enough to know that they’re complete pigs. The only reason they always chose low end strip joints to go to is because they knew the management never cared how you treated the girls. Honey was practically walking prey. A fucking play toy.

Fushiguro: “I’m sick of drinks man, I want a dance! Let them put those bodies to use already!” He laughed and shouted over the loud music

Nanami watched with averse as the rest of them agreed and Suguru called the bunny girls back over. He tried so hard all night to not look at you, apart of him felt like he didnt deserve it especially with the type of company he came in here with, but he couldn’t help it you looked absolutely breathtaking under the low lights. That adorable smile you always flashed made him melt every time even if it wasn’t directed at him.

Gojo: “As honorary best friend of the birthday boy, I’ll take the task of assigning the dancers!” He said standing up and sauntering over to the girls. He inspected them from head to toe as if he was suit shopping. Finally he stopped at you, grabbing your chin to make those big doe eyes match his icy blue stare

Gojo: “Whats your name precious?” He lightly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip

Honey: “Honey…” you said in your most innocent yet seductive tone. A vein in Nanamis head bulged with anger at the sight

Gojo: “Be a good girl and take care of my friend for me okay Honey?” He pointed in the direction of Fushiguro who shifted in his seat, trying to make room for his aggressive erection

Though reluctantly, you did as you were told and sauntered over to the man, doing your best to avoid Nanamis gaze. If you had looked over you would have seen eyes of desperation and sorrow. He was absolutely miserable watching walk into the hands of Fushiguro. In the end, Gojo ended up assigning Cherry to Nanami, leaving Midnight with Suguru and taking Matcha for himself.

It was the most agonizing 20 minutes of his entire life, he never took his eyes off of you, watching you twirl and grind on Fushiguro while he slapped his calloused hands against your bare thighs made him cringe in disgust. When you finally made eye contact with him he could fully see the bruises form from where Fushiguro had grasped your neck and arms

Nanami: “Toji…dont you think that’s a little much?” He asked. You let out a low grunt and attempted to push yourself away from him, only to be forced back into his chest. The smell of tequila on his breath was unbearable.

Gojo: "Yeah man, calm down a little bit..."

Fushiguro: “Dont be so fucking boring, she’s having fun. Right baby?” He grabbed you by the throat tight enough to make a gasp escape your mouth and a single tear run from the corner of your left eye, “Such a good little whore…” He cooed, grinding himself against you until he came in his pants and brought down one last hard slap against your ass, you’re single tear now turned to full on sobbing…noisy, embarrassing sobbing that made Nanamis heart break in half.

But still he wouldn’t speak up, even when the rest of the girls cursed at Toji, even when you ran out the room in a bruised and balling mess, he said nothing…absolutely nothing

Midnight: “DONT EVER BRING YOUR FUCKING ASSES BACK HERE. FUCKING SORRY ASS PERVERTS!” She screamed at all of them, eyes peering into Nanamis with venom in her stare

Fushiguro and Suguru did nothing but laugh at Midnights feeble attempt to hurt his pride.

In the break room you trembled in the mirror as Cherry tended to your irritated skin with a glass of ice, the kisses she left on your cheek were sweet, but did nothing to help you emotionally. In this moment you favored the idea of a different life somewhere in another timeline where youre respected… maybe even loved. In another life maybe you’re a renowned physician, or a kindergarten teacher, or a stay at home mom who’s adored by your children and cherished by your partner. In another life maybe your special to someone, but not here. Here you’re nothing…

Midnight: “Are you sure you’ll be okay walking home by yourself? I can cancel my shift early, I don’t give a fuck about Kota.” Yui ask while caressing the mark on your wrist

After everything that happened tonight you decided to leave the Bunny Room early, despite Kotas strict demand not too. You didn’t care he didn’t have the balls to fire his best girl anyways

Honey: “I’ll be fine babe, I’ll text you when I get home safely” you kissed her cheek goodbye before exiting out the backdoor, clutching you pepper spray inside your purse. In hindsight it probably was not the best decision to decide to walk home at 4:00 am but all you wanted was to bury yourself in your covers and forget about tonight, forget about him—

“Honey!”

Shit.

A familiar voice snapped you out of your self loathing, the last voice you wanted to hear from. Nanami looked a mess standing next to his car, with his disheveled hair and loose fitting sweatpants you would never have guessed he was a successful salaryman

Nanami: “I’m… I’m so sorry about—

Honey: “Go fuck yourself you piece of shit!” You didn’t give him a minute to speak before you stormed off, seeing your mace in hand he knew better than to attempt and physically stop you, all he could do was continue to call out in hopes you’d listen

Nanami: “Please I didn’t know they were bringing me here tonight! I would have never brought them here willingly! Honey you know me better than that—

Honey: “I don’t know shit about you dude, I don’t even know your name!” You scoffed “You’re just some pervert that shows up and pays to jack off to random chicks, and based on the way you’re friends act I can see where you get it from. You’re pathetic!” Your slander went on and on, all of it aimed with the intention to break him down to the same level of vulnerability you were at. It showed in the way your eyes teared as you yelled, even through your feisty personality and loud antics he could still see the softness in you. The part of you that just wanted to be valued

Honey: “Why dont you get a fuckin hobby dude? Or matter of fact how about you get a real girlfriend, instead of dragging yourself around begging for slivers of female attention like a sorry ass schoolboy. You spend 4K a week to fantasize about pussy youll never even fuck, don’t think that boujee ass Mercedes that you pull up in makes you any different from the other creeps that come in h— mmpf !

You let out a muffled squeak. Taking the chance of being pepper sprayed he put his palm over your mouth because if he heard anymore he’d break and walk away from this strange infatuation he had for you. For months he had adored you from the sidelines slowly watching how you became a goddess in his mind, and he wasn’t about to let your facade of cruelty change his mind.

His soft hands cupping your mouth moved to caress your bottom lip. Nanamis warm body stepped closer to yours bringing you an involuntary sense of safety. It wasn’t long before you found yourself breaking down in tears against his chest, the need to make yourself superior to him in order to dull your own hurt drains out of you and fizzles into nothingness when he embraces you. How? How was it that this man… this man you knew only for a moment had you falling apart in his grasp

Honey: “I have to go…” you whisper, “I—

Nanami bends over placing his soft lips against yours in a chaste kiss. Nothing compared to it, you felt amazing against him and all of a sudden you craved something you didn’t know you wanted.

Nanami: “Leave this place with me Honey, please. I can take care of you.” It was bold. He knew that. Too much to throw at you at a time like this but what did he have to lose? If you said yes he’d cherish you, spend his days making you feel like the only person in the world who mattered. If you said no he’d never force you, he wouldn’t dare make you fear him in the way men like Fushiguro would. But he’d never stop trying, every week he’d still be there

Again…

And again…

Until the day you might feel the same way he does

All characters belong to Gege Akutami. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

#nanami x y/n #nanami x black!reader #nanami smut #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #nanami angst #jjk angst

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Choke.

another soulmate au nobody asked for :)

Akaashi Keiji x female reader x Bokuto Koutarou

TW dub-con, implied future non-con

It wasn’t a good day to begin with.

You’re late, rushing through the busy campus hallways to make it to an exam that quite frankly you’re at least 70% sure you’re going to fail, mostly because instead of cramming last night you’d been… otherwise occupied with your boyfriend.

And you really, really just want this whole thing to just be over with already.

With your nose stuck in your textbook, frantically pouring over your notes right up until the very last second, it’s hardly a surprise that you don’t see the two of them rushing down the hallway in the opposite direction until you’re quite literally colliding with the taller of the pair – the broad shouldered one.

Your notes go flying, the last of your coffee too and for one split second, you’re pretty positive that you’re gonna end up flat on your ass with a little more than some bruised pride. But just as you’re about to hit the ground, not one but two hands reach for you, catch you, and the very second they do, you feel it:

A flash of guilt and momentary alarm, embarrassment, you think, and chagrin, each emotion hitting you like a sledgehammer, overwhelming you, one after the other in a dizzying blur that’s distinctly other, and then–

Shock.

Dawning surprise.

A rush of something warm, adoring, a happiness so bright and blinding that it makes you physically jerk backwards, almost slamming your head against the wall in the process. And two pairs of eyes – one a deep, luminous gold, the other a cool, gunmetal blue – stare at you in wide eyed wonder a split millisecond before you wrench yourself free, gasping.

The moment their grip falters, the torrent stops. You can breathe.

Blessed silence, save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. Everything fades out around you – the students and lecturers alike bustling through the busy hallway, the humming drone of chatter that’s nearly deafening. Nothing exists but the three of you; caught in your little bubble.

And it’s dread, you think, that seeps through your blood as you stare at them.

They’re both handsome, albeit in their own ways. The taller of the two – the one who’d almost barrelled you over – looks like he could probably bench press you without breaking a sweat. His shirt isn’t exactly clinging to him, but you can see the hints of well defined muscles beneath, and the size of his biceps alone are enough to make your heart skip a beat and your mouth dry up a little. With rippling muscles, spiky black and silver hair, a strong jawline and those round, golden eyes, he looks like a modern day adonis.

His friend might’ve been shorter, his build leaner, but with his softer features, pretty eyes and dark hair, you think he’s perhaps the prettiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. From the fineness of his nose to the gentle curve of his lips and his long, dark sweeping eyelashes, he reminds you of those white marble statues you’ve seen before in museums and art galleries– a beauty so divine, so perfect – so devastating – that it steals your breath a little.

And they’re both watching you, frozen entirely. Smiling in breathless delight, as if they can’t quite believe it either.

Soulmates.

You’ve spent your whole life wondering what it would be like, experiencing somebody else’s emotions. Studies have been done and countless books and articles written about the bond between soulmates; the intimacy of sharing emotions through touch, but nobody really knows why or how it happens.

And for some, it’s a subtle thing. A suggestion, a whisper against their own consciousness, easily brushed aside. Others feel it stronger.

For you, it was like drowning. Choking under the sudden, intense barrage of feelings that weren’t yours. Maybe it’s because there’s two of them – and that much at least you’re sure of. You don’t have the words to explain it, but they’d felt separate somehow, distinctive from one another – kind of like fingerprints, you suppose.

There’s no denying the bond, no denying that they’re both your soulmates, and all you can think of is that you don’t want it. Not here, not now. Not them.

The dark haired one seems to realise quicker than his friend that you’re not reacting how you’re supposed to, you’re just standing there, rigid and tense, gaping at them. And the slight smile that graced his perfect lips starts to waver, his brows drawing together when finally his friend cottons on.

He reaches for you, the beginnings of a pout taking shape on his face, and you move without even thinking, jerking out of reach with a sharp breath. His hand hangs outstretched for a beat too long, a noise like a kicked puppy leaving his lips as he realises that you’re flinching away from him; away from your soulmate. He looks heartbroken, and he’s yet to utter a single word.

You don’t give him a chance. You’re not some cold, unfeeling beast; there’s a twinge in your heart, a heaviness that’s far too close to guilt settling in your stomach, but you just can’t. And with shaking hands you bend over and hastily grab up your things, forcing yourself not to meet their confused, hurt stares when you right yourself.

“I– I’m sorry,” you murmur, and before either one of them can try to stop you, you disappear into the crowd, racing for your exam.

—

The lights are on when you make it back home, the familiar, comforting scent of home cooked food filling your apartment.

“Hey, babe,” your boyfriend calls out as you wearily drop your purse by the door and kick out of your shoes. His back’s to you, attention fixed on the simmering saucepan on the stovetop, but he glances over his shoulder as he continues, “How’d your exam go?”

And you can’t help it, you burst into tears.

Painful, heaving sobs that might’ve had you collapsing onto the floor if he hadn’t swept across the room to snatch you up into his arms. “That bad, huh?” Kuguri jokes, but the words sound hollow.

“I found them,” you mutter into his chest, and the way he stiffens, his grip tightening for just a moment has your heart breaking all over again.

Kuguri doesn’t say much as he leads you to the couch, he just lets you talk. It’s almost worse, you think, the way he doesn’t react.

Because you both knew this was coming at some point. For months you’ve tried to convince yourself that you could feel him when you were together.

You felt his love when he held you, right?

Happy when he was happy?

But you’d known, both of you, that as much as you wished it otherwise, he wasn’t your soulmate, and you weren’t his. And whether it was today or six months down the line, this was always going to happen.

“You don’t have to…” you trail off, searching his eyes desperately for anything other than the gentle resignation lingering there. “I love you.”

He smiles at that, cups your cheek in his hand and brushes away the stray tear that spills. “I know you do, but–” it’s not enough. “They’re your soulmates. Don’t you think they deserve a chance to make you happy?”

He’s gone when you wake the next morning.

—

In a university of thousands, a sprawling city campus, you honestly believe that in spite of everything, you probably won’t see them again. They don’t know your name, or what you study, you don’t live in the dorms like some of the other students; the chances of just randomly bumping into them again are slim, soulmates or no.

Of course, there are facebook groups and pages set up to reconnect lost soulmates, but you’d have to actually want to find them to try something like that.

(Part of you wonders whether they’ve tried)

The universe has a sense of humour, it seems, because when your paths cross next, it’s not at uni, it’s at the little corner store a few blocks down from your apartment.

At 2am in the morning.

And you’re staring intently at the freezer, mentally weighing up exactly what kind of ice cream you need to sate your craving when you hear the sharp intake of breath behind you.

“Holy crap, you’re here.”

It’s stupid, you think, the way your stomach flutters when you turn to find him staring in wide eyed wonder; the taller one, with the spiky hair and those impossibly wide, honey eyes.

He’s smiling, his entire face lit up like a christmas tree at the sight of you. As if you hadn’t run off without so much as an acknowledgement the last time you’d met. As if seeing you here, looking like shit – makeup free and dressed in your old favourite sweats – is the absolute best thing that could have happened.

And when your cheeks grow hot, you’re not entirely sure if it’s embarrassment over the way you look, the fact that he’s caught you buying ice cream that you fully intend to let melt just a little bit before polishing off at two in the morning, or if it’s shame over how badly you’d reacted the last time you’d seen him.

But if he notices your inner turmoil, he doesn’t show it, grinning widely as he calls back over his shoulder, “Akaashi!”

You still haven’t uttered a peep, haven’t moved. Just like last time you’re caught feeling like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar as your other soulmate rounds the corner, his attention fixed on the ingredients list of the rice cracker snacks in his hands, a basket full of groceries tucked into the crook of his elbow.

“Bokuto, I was just around the corner, there’s no need to shout.”

Pretty steel blue eyes flicker up for a split second, then quickly do a double take as he realises that it’s you – his errant soulmate, standing struck dumb, here of all places. “Oh.”

Oh.

Akaashi eyes you for a moment, and you watch as his throat bobs unsteadily, but just as with Bokuto, he can’t seem to help the smile that creeps across his face. It’s softer than his friend’s, not so blinding but warm nonetheless. Genuine. There’s no animosity there, and it should put you at ease – they don’t seem to blame you, at least.

It should, but it doesn’t.

Even now, there’s a little voice in your head urging you to forget your late night cravings, turn tail and run. Nevermind that they’d likely just follow you, much less that you’d look like an absolute fucking idiot, fleeing from your soulmates who so far have done nothing wrong.

It’s not supposed to be this awkward, right? It’s not supposed to be difficult, but even when they’re smiling at you, there’s a tension that digs its claws into you and refuses to relent. Your heart thumps unevenly, like a scared little bunny caught in a trap and the wolves are circling.

If it’s normal, then your parents and every other soulmated pair you’ve ever met certainly kept it to themselves. Maybe it’s the guilt, you think. Maybe you’re just being overdramatic. They’re your soulmates, right? They probably just want to talk, to get to know you, and right now you’re the one being standoffish and rude.

It occurs to you then that you still haven’t spoken, and they’re both staring at you somewhat expectantly. You really are fucking this up, aren’t you?

“H-hi,” you manage to muster, forcing yourself to smile back. Tiny and timidly, perhaps, but it’s a smile.

It seems to work, because Bokuto positively beams at you and Akaashi sets down his basket to slide in closer, a pleased little hum escaping his throat.

Aside from the faint sound of the radio playing in the background and the cashier casually flicking through a magazine up at the register, the store is quiet. It’s just the three of you, except this time there really is no running off and disappearing into the crowd. Which is fine, you need to face them sooner or later, right?

Give them a chance?

Otherwise everything else, all that heartbreak and the lonely nights since will have been all for nothing. So you swallow tightly, take a soft, steadying breath, and press on.

“I, um… I’m sorry about last time. You know with… everything,” you finish lamely, mentally cringing at the sheer awkwardness of it. “I had an exam.”

But again, your soulmates don’t seem to take it personally, the darker haired one (Akaashi, your brain helpfully supplies) nodding slightly.

“It’s okay. You’re here now.” He has a nice voice, calming and smooth, and though the words seem to carry a different weight you find yourself nodding along with him. You can do this, you can make an effort.

This is fine.

You swallow again, tongue darting out to wet your lips, “I’m Y/N,” you introduce, clutching just a little bit tighter at the handles of your own shopping basket.

You don’t extend a hand, nor try to go in for a hug, but standing there rigidly feels wrong too. They’re strangers, yes, but they’re also not, and you don’t quite know how to act around somebody like that, somebody you’re supposedly fated for but know nothing about. All you know is that the last time they touched you, it was too much. It hurt. And even as you catch sight of the slightly disheartened expression on Bokuto’s face, you’re hesitant to put yourself through it again.

“It’s pretty,” Akaashi compliments, and there’s a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks as he says it. “Suits you.”

Your own probably aren’t much better, with the blood that rushes to your face. You drop your gaze a little, nibbling on your bottom lip, “O-oh, uh… thank you.”

When you glance back up to Bokuto, you find him staring at you again, not with the same hurt expression as before, but something akin to wonder. He seems speechless, in awe of your flustered state, and you wonder how he can bounce that quickly from emotion to emotion without giving himself whiplash. But it seems like your attention is just the thing he needs to pull himself out of it, because he closes his gaping mouth and grins again.

“Y/N,” he repeats, like he’s testing it out, rolling your name over his tongue. “You probably heard, but I’m Bokuto– you can call me Koutarou, though.”

There’s a beat of silence, and he’s quick to add, “And that’s Akaashi.”

“Keiji,” Akaashi corrects, shooting you another gentle smile.

First names. It makes sense, you suppose, but the familiarity of it all still doesn’t sit quite right with you. But now that introductions are out of the way, you don't have a clue what you’re supposed to say now - ‘so, soulmates; crazy, huh?’ doesn’t exactly feel appropriate, given the circumstances.

You’re distinctly aware that it’s the middle of the night and you’re at a convenience store and while this might not be the worst time to run into your soulmates again, it’s not far off.

Maybe that’s not a bad thing, though, because at least it kind of gives you an out. Shifting your weight from one foot to another, you clear your throat, “I hope you guys don’t think I’m being rude or anything, but it is kinda late…” you trail off, hoping they’ll pick up what you’re putting down.

And while Bokuto’s brow furrows, Akaashi at least has the decency to look a little abashed. “Yeah, no, of course. We’re just so… we’re glad we ran into you again.”

Your cheeks heat again, and to save yourself from having to meet their gazes head on, you quickly spin around, open the freezer door and grab the first pint ice cream that you see. “I just came for this,” you laugh, fighting back a wince at how hollow and fake it all sounds.

“Here,” Bokuto says, and before you can react he’s snatching it from your grip (thankfully keeping his hand from brushing against yours) and places it atop the basket in Akaashi’s arms. “Our treat.”

He beams at you, and you’re honestly too stunned to reply. You don’t really want him paying for it, but if it gets you out of this awkward encounter any quicker, you’ll swallow down your protests and let it go.

And so you trail meekly after the two of them as they head to the cashier, and when Akaashi passes you the bag you’re so careful to avoid his touch, a fact he notes with the slightest of frowns, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“It’s late,” he says instead as the three of you exit into the brisk night air. And then those gunmetal eyes are on you, studying you for a moment. You realise what he’s about to say the moment he opens his mouth again, “Can we walk you home? Or to the bus stop at least?”

Your stomach lurches at the thought of it, of two veritable strangers knowing where you live, but–

He’s not wrong, exactly. It is late, and in hindsight it was probably stupid for you to have come out at this time of the night alone in the first place, whether it was a safe neighbourhood or not. And they’re not strangers, they’re your soulmates.

You have to try.

So you nod. ‘It’s just down the road,” you murmur, but as the two of them fall into step either side of you, sharing a distinctly satisfied look between themselves, you think that it wouldn’t have mattered how far it was. They would have walked with you anywhere.

Yet their expressions of mild surprise (disappointment, maybe?) when you stop them less than five minutes later in front of your apartment block almost makes you laugh. “This is me.”

Bokuto eyes the building for just a moment before his attention returns to you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Lie, that little voice inside your head urges, but you force yourself to ignore it. You have to try. “Uh, not much, I guess…”

Even as you say the words, your hands tighten on your bag, twisting nervously – a sign they either don’t read or wilfully ignore as Bokuto brightens up once again.

“Awesome! Wanna swing by ours to chill for a little bit?”

Like a date, you think as your gaze flickers between the two. Yet Akaashi’s watching you just as intently, those dark eyes far more inscrutable than Bokuto’s, which doesn’t help ease the uncomfortable feeling sitting in the pit of your stomach. There’s really no reason for you to say no, no polite way for you to turn them down. They’re your soulmates, you’re supposed to want this. “Um…”

“Or we can come here, if you want? Or head into the city and do something there, maybe go see a movie or something? Whatever you’d prefer.”

“No!” the words slip from your tongue before you can stop them, the idea of the two of them in your apartment, your home just feels like… too much. “No,” you repeat again, quieter, forcing your features to soften into a hesitant smile. “Your place is good.”

That way you can leave if it all gets to be too much. It’s just a casual hang out. It’ll be fine.

Both of them seem to relax at your agreement, and you quickly take out your phone to grab Akaashi’s number – sending him a message so he has your number too.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice a purr that sends a ripple of something running down your spine. “I’ll text you the address in the morning.”

You smile at both of them, thanking them again for the ice cream and for walking back with you, even if it was only a few hundred metres. And you think you’re in the clear as you start walking up the steps, trying to balance your keys, your phone and your bags when the sound of your name being called makes you turn around.

Bokuto’s there, a step behind you, and before you can even so much as blink he’s grabbing at your hand, tugging you forward and kissing you.

Just like last time, it’s instantaneous and overwhelming. You feel it all – his giddy excitement, the stirrings of something deeper, less innocent as he cradles your body to his.

And the love.

Oh god. It’s not mere affection, not some fleeting, superficial thing. It pours over you in unrelenting waves, crushing you under the force of it – you can’t even feel his tongue moving against yours, or the way he sucks on your bottom lip, groaning quietly.

You can’t breathe, can’t think. It’s too much, too much, too strong, too sudden, you can’t BREATHE.

Your trembling hands finds his shoulders, and as your head spins, nausea churning in your gut you don’t waste a second, shoving him away from you with enough force that he actually stumbles back a little.

Though you’ll admit it’s probably more from shock than any strength you actually possess.

And you don’t dare look to Akaashi as tears fill your eyes, a heaving gasp leaving your lips. Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape; he looks confused more than horrified as you stumble back, almost tripping over the last step.

“D-don’t touch me,” you gasp, “please.”

There’s pain in his eyes as your tears well up and spill over and you choke back another sob, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything else. Limbs trembling, you force yourself upright, clutching at the keys in your fist as you skitter towards the door.

You hear one of them, Akaashi you think, calling out your name, but you don’t pause, don’t look back – throwing open the lobby door and slamming it shut behind you.

And your heart pounds as you climb the steps two at a time, and it’s only once you're in the safety of your own apartment, with the door shut and firmly locked that you allow yourself to breathe. You realise distantly that at some point – probably on the steps outside – you dropped the ice cream they’d bought for you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. The first time you realise was an accident, they had no way of knowing you were their soulmate, much less how you’d react when they’d touched you. But that–

That wasn’t right.

It wasn’t normal.

Those feelings, that love, you’ve never experienced anything like it, and yet it’s left you feeling filthy; tainted. Scared. It was too much; boundless and abundant, the kind of love that devours and chokes, selfishly strangling everything in its environment to thrive. Overpowering and solely directed at you. How was it supposed to do anything but terrify you. And how can he possibly believe that he loves you like that already?

Soulmates or not, you don’t know him!

This– this whole thing is wrong.

You can’t stop yourself from checking the locks on your apartment another three times before you slip under the covers of your bed, trying to will sleep to find you.

On the nightstand beside you, your phone vibrates, but you refuse to check it, knowing full well that it’s them.

It doesn’t stop.

And with every new notification your blood pressure climbs, and there’s a part of you that’s telling you you have no reason to be reacting like this – whatever happened on those steps, it’s not like they’re going to hurt you.

It was an accident, a misunderstanding.

But they’re still blowing your phone up with notifications and they know where you live and no matter what you tell yourself, you can’t seem to quell the disquiet that eats away at you.

And it’s a cruel thing to do, you know it is, but you don’t know what else to do as you finally give in, swiping your phone up and searching for his contact. The phone rings once, twice, three times and there’s a sinking feeling in your chest when you realise he’s not going to pick up–

“Hello?” Kuguri’s voice is groggy, heavy with sleep and you can almost picture him, sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes, running a hand through his messy bed hair. “Fuck, do you know what time it is, Y/N? Why’re you calling me so late?”

There’s a pause, pregnant and heavy, and the only sound that leaves you is the soft hitch in your breath.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, quieter this time, an edge of worry in his tone.

You haven’t spoken to him in weeks, since he’d left without a word and broke your heart, but he’s the only one you want to talk to right now.

“I-I’m sorry for calling,” you begin, sniffling back your tears. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

—

When you drag yourself out of bed only a few short hours later, your body’s still crying out for a little more sleep, but you can’t afford to indulge.

Like you’d planned, you send the message first thing, ignoring the flood of unread texts above – both from Akaashi and an unknown number you can only assume is Bokuto’s.

I’m sorry about last night, just need some space.

You have nothing to be sorry for – even if it wasn’t for the frankly unsettling emotions you’d felt, Bokuto’d still kissed you without your permission. But Kuguri said it was better that way – they were less likely to freak out and panic or whatever. You hadn’t questioned it too much, it didn’t really matter what you said so long as they knew you didn’t want them anywhere near you… at least until you figured this whole thing out. And you trusted Kuguri on this.

God knows why he’d even answered your call in the first place, but you’re impossibly glad that he did. Gladder still that he hadn’t hung up on you the moment he’d realised why you were calling.

You scoff down a quick breakfast, before hopping into the shower. The scalding water’s a welcome relief, waking you up more than your coffee had and allowing you the space to think.

Kuguri’s got errands to run this morning, but he’d said you were welcome to stop by his place anytime. He’d insisted on it actually, telling you in no uncertain terms to pack an overnight bag.

‘Look, I’m probably being an overprotective asshole, alright, but I don’t want you there by yourself, so either you come here or I’m coming over there.’

And the thought that you’d need somebody there to protect you, that either one of your soulmates would do anything–

But it’s not so much about them, you think, but you. You’d been a mess when you’d called him, and despite how everything had gone down, Kuguri still cared about you – you can’t just turn those feelings off overnight – is it any wonder that you’d worried him?

Distantly, you register your phone going off a few more times as you busy yourself in washing your hair. You assume it’s Kuguri checking up on you, making sure that you’re alright – you pay it no mind, humming quietly as you reach for your conditioner.

And by the time you slip from your bathroom, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel it’s probably closer to mid-morning than you’d like. You don’t bother blow drying your hair or putting on makeup, instead heading to your room to get dressed and grab some clothes to take to Kuguri’s.

Except there’s a knocking at the door that stops you in your tracks.

You hadn’t heard the buzzer for the building’s main door go off, which meant that it was probably just your landlord stopping by, or one of your neighbours. You know the little girl who lives in the apartment next to yours likes to bake with her dad and sometimes drops off freshly made cookies and treats, so you hastily throw on enough clothes to pass as decent.

“Coming,” you sing out, racing across the room to reach the door.

Except when you throw it open, it’s not one of your neighbours standing out in your hallway, nor is it your elderly landlord.

Akaashi and Bokuto crowd the empty space; Bokuto grinning widely, Akaashi’s dark eyes fixed on yours.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he murmurs, a faint frown tugging at his features as studies your face. “We were worried about you.”

And there’s so many things wrong with the fact that they’re here; least of all being how the hell they got into the building to begin with, but you can’t afford to think of any of that. You simply need to get them out of here without causing a fuss. Now.

They’re still your soulmates, you remind yourself as your heart rate picks up. They won’t do anything to hurt you.

“I-I told you I needed space, please go,” you mutter, clutching so tightly at the edge of the door that your knuckles turn white. “Please,” you beg again when neither of them make a move to leave.

“I told you, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto says, his smile slipping in favour of a wounded pout, “She’s afraid of us. Her soulmates.”

And you don’t know what compels you to shake your head instead of just slamming the door in their faces, “N-no, I just–”

“She’s just skittish,” Akaashi interrupts, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Overwhelmed – this is all new to her. It’s okay, princess,” he says, addressing you this time with a teasing little smirk, “We’ll be gentle, okay? We’re going to take good care of you.”

It’s the final blow to your tentative politeness. As panic sinks its teeth into you, you skitter backwards, scrambling to shut the front door before they can get in–

Bokuto’s faster. They both are.

Stronger, too.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere bokuto x reader #yandere akaashi x reader #yandere bokuto kotaro x reader #yandere akaashi keiji x reader #yandere bokuto koutarou #yandere akaashi keiji #tw dub con #tw implied noncon #soulmate au

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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I'M LOWKEY IN THE MOOD FOR SOME FLUFF SO I DECIDED TO MAKE THESE HEADCANONS. i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Pregnancy Headcanons

Characters: Reiner, Porco, Colt, and Zeke

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, pregnancy, birth

Reiner Braun:

- ohh boy, now let me just say this man has a breeding kink so you've definitely have had some pregnancy scares before. it was kind of common 😳.

- now when you started feeling sick one day, you instantly were concerned. Reiner noticed the change in your behavior as well. You seemed more tired, you barely slept, and worst of all you threw up a ton. it was a lot more than usual as well.

- Reiner didn't know what was wrong, he was scared to lose you.

- that's when it dawned on him that you two had sex weeks prior, without a condom. he was freaked out because he wasn't sure if you had forgotten. he decided to go to you about it and he explained that you should take a pregnancy test.

- you thought the idea of you being pregnant was ridiculous, but you gave in and took the test.

- when it came back positive, your whole world just stopped. you were pregnant with Reiner's baby.

- when you told him he was absolutely ecstatic. Reiner was excited to start this new chapter with you and assured you that everything was going to be okay, and he'd be by your side through everything. he was very helpful in getting what you needed.

- you found out you were about 6 weeks along at the doctor's office, and you two couldn't be happier.

- Reiner is very protective of you already. with you being pregnant, he is now 100x more protective than before. HE HAS HIS EYES ON YOU 24/7. whenever you go out, he goes with you. he was always around in case of an emergency.

- lowkey into pregnancy sex

- the symptoms were the worst, Reiner would wake up some nights to you going back and forth to the bathroom or throwing up at certain smells of foods. he was there for all of your mood swings and odd cravings 😭, he would always laugh whenever you would run to the bathroom having to pee.

- Reiner absolutely falls in love with your pregnant belly, there's just something he loves about your belly being so big. he always has his hands on your bump <3.

- both of you would argue over gender, Reiner wanted a girl and you wanted a boy. eventually you found out you were having a girl, and Reiner felt like a total bad bitch 😭.

- Reiner would have Bertholdt come check in on you often if he's at work, or he'll send you a text asking how you're feeling. he understands how some days you can have terrible morning sickness and that you need some love.

- he'll massage any part of your body that's sore.

- Karina was excited to be a grandma, she would often invite you over to ask how you were feeling. she was a huge help for you and Reiner during the whole process, she practically acted like you were her daughter.

- Reiner would so make a nursery by himself 🥺, he'd do it all within like two days and you'd be so impressed by it all. he wants everything to be ready before your little one comes home.

- when your water broke, Reiner was absolutely a total mess. Bertholdt and Annie had to calm him down, he was so scared.

- it was hard for Reiner to watch you cry in pain, he was a total mess at the doctor's office he had to walk out of the delivery room. eventually, he came back and watching you give birth was one of the most beautiful things he got to watch.

- HE WAS SO EMOTIONAL WHEN HE HELD HER 🥺🥺🥺. HOLY SHIT THIS MAN WAS A SOBBING MESS.

- god pls give this man a baby, he is such an amazing father.

Porco Galliard:

- Porco is always one to notice odd behavior or changes in your usual routine. he's very observant and blunt, so expect him to question you a ton whenever something seems out of the ordinary for you.

- when you started feeling sick, Porco found it odd. he hadn't seen you this sick in a really long time and it kind of concerned him being honest, he was scared that you were seriously ill. he would hold your hair back everytime you threw up your food. it really worried him.

- Porco overthinks A TON, he thought you were dying or something.

- that's when Porco decided to take you to the doctor. the last straw hit when you practically almost passed out when you were working out, he basically forced your ass into going to the doctor.

- you explained your symptoms to the doctor and after a few tests, you found out you were pregnant.

- hearing those words made Porco genuinely shocked, but he was so excited and happy. he told you he'd support whatever you wanted to do and after some talking, you both decided to keep it. he assured you he wasn't going anywhere and he was going to take care of you and your baby.

- Porco definitely goes overboard with it all 😭, mans would barely let anyone even breath next to you. he is so defensive over you and the baby, he's just protective like that. he sleeps with one eye open practically.

- dealing with the symptoms were a lot to handle at first. Porco wasn't sure what would trigger you to vomit or what would piss you off. you told him not to worry about anything and that you'd be okay, of course he's a stubborn little shit and just pouts but you find it to be adorable. he laughs when you have to pee 500 times a night.

- he loves the bump, he always pokes it for some reason and laughs.

- Porco wants a girl so bad. he literally tells you how much he wants a daughter and that's what he ended up getting. he found out you were having a girl and he was absolutely ecstatic, he was so ready to meet her.

- Marcel would probably come around if Porco was out working or he wasn't able to be at home. sometimes he'd send Pieck to check up on you if you weren't responding to him quick enough. this baby is so concerned over every little thing 😭.

- Porco would carry you around everywhere if your feet were sore. he knows how sore your body is so he'll carry you around the house.

- his family was very excited for the two of you, his mom was so happy to finally have a baby coming in the family. she gave you tons of advice and she gifted you with a ton of items for the baby.

- Porco asked Marcel to help him with the nursery, he didn't have any clue where to start and your due date was approaching faster than he could even blink. it took awhile, but they ended up making a really cute and pretty nursery. Porco felt like a proud dad in that moment.

- when your water broke, hell on Earth happened.

- Porco wasn't even there when it happened, you were with Pieck and it broke. when he got the call he went absolute ape shit and ran out the door, he literally zoomed to the damn hospital.

- he became so worried about you 🥺, seeing how uncomfortable you were and how much pain you were in made him so scared. he stayed by your side as long as he could so he could somewhat make it a little less painful.

- it was really late when you finally gave birth and Porco was awake for all of it. he couldn't fall asleep without seeing you give birth. it was so beautiful to him.

- UGH HE WAS SO EMOTIONAL. you hadn't ever seen Porco cry until then and it made your heart so happy.

- he'd literally fall asleep with her in his arms <3.

- UGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Colt Grice:

- okay this soft baby is always one to know when something feels off with you. he always has that gut feelings you know? it always bothers him until he asks you what's going on.

- you started feeling really sick and Colt being the giant baby he is, he got really scared and worried about you. he watched as you would run off to the toilet and vomit whatever you ate, he thought you had food poisoning. he noticed how exhausted you were, mans was so scared for your safety.

- like Porco, Colt is an over thinker. he legit thought you had some disease.

- one night he decided to just scoop you up and take you to the doctor. he couldn't handle watching you randomly vomit or almost pass out, he was scared one day you'd get even sicker, so he took you in.

- the doctors were concerned after hearing your symptoms, so they ran some tests. the tests revealed you were pregnant.

- Colt was shocked as shit, but he was so fucking excited and happy. he literally almost fainted from hearing the news, he wanted to have a baby with you for a pretty long time. he was open to your options though, but in the end you both agreed to keeping it.

- Colt is very reassuring, especially in this scenario. he reminds you that he will be here every step of the way and he isn't going anywhere. this is a process you'll be taking together, not just you.

- this baby will do anything he needs to do to keep you both safe. he holds your hand a little tighter when you're out and about, or he'll keep his hand on your small bump. he became protective overnight.

- he actually manages your symptoms pretty well, he'll make sure he has water ready for you after you throw up or he'll make you something to eat that'll ease your stomach. he keeps up with the weird cravings or the mood swings. Colt does a lot to make sure you're okay and comfortable.

- he is obsessed with the bump, he loves pressing kisses against it 🥺❤.

- Colt wants a boy so bad, he wants to teach the little boy everything. HE JUST LOVES THE IDEA OF A SON. after heading to your ultra sound, you told him he was getting a son and he lost it. he was so excited.

- he would probably have Falco come over and watch you 😭, yes a 12 year old. Falco keeps you entertained and he asks you about the baby a lot plus he knows what to do in case of an emergency.

- Colt would be very comforting, he understands completely how some days you can feel irritable so he tries his best to make you feel better. he'll run relaxing baths for you, kiss wherever you feel sore, etc. mans is really built to take care of you while you're pregnant.

- his family was absolutely ecstatic when they found out. Colt actually had some background knowledge about babies, his mom was pregnant with Falco after all. he kind of picked up on a few things as a kid, so expect him to know what he's doing. his mom was very supportive and helpful too.

- Colt is a damn handy man, he knows how to build a nursery. he basically told you to not worry about a damn thing and to go relax. when you came back the nursery was so pretty and adorable, you fell in love with it.

- when your water broke this man freaked the fuck out, he was in panic mode.

- Colt was freaking out at the hospital, he literally couldn't keep calm. he paced around the waiting room, Falco had to literally force this man to sit down and relax.

- seeing how much pain you were in broke his damn heart, he tried his best to calm you down and male you feel at least somewhat comfortable. he assured you this would be over soon and it'll all be worth it to see your baby.

- when you finally gave birth, he was astonished. he thought birth was such a beautiful thing and watching it made him so happy.

- he was such a sucker for this little boy, when he held him for the first time he was so overcome with emotion. he fell in love on the spot and literally kept him all to himself 😭.

- he is the perfect dad ugh.

Zeke Jaeger:

- Zeke has a serious breeding kink so you've definitely have had some pregnancy scares in the past. nothing he isn't used to, the tests usually came back negative anyway.

- you became really sick over a course of two weeks and it was extremely out of the ordinary for Zeke. he noticed how you slept in a lot longer, your eating habits changed due to your vomiting, you had to pee a lot more than usual. the #1 thing he noticed was your period had oddly been late. he thought you were you were seriously sick.

- mans was scared okay?

- that's when it dawned on him that all your symptoms were involved with pregnancy. he realized the timeline when you both had sex and when you got pregnant lined up perfectly. Zeke decided to get you a pregnancy test, he told you he felt like it was the best option.

- you took the test nervously and it eventually came back positive.

- you told Zeke and he was shocked, he was so excited for this new chapter. he was literally on board for anything you wanted to do.

- Zeke would come to every ultrasound, he assured you that he was going to be by your side for everything. he got you anything you needed, mans would rush out the damn door to get you anything you asked for.

- he takes care of you pretty much whenever he can, if you were feeling sick he'd stay in bed with you until you were feeling ready to get up. he'll cuddle up with you all day if he has to. mans is also very protective and defensive over you, if anyone is giving you some weird side eye he'll literally protect you with his damn life lmao.

- Zeke manages with your symptoms pretty well, he hates watching you throw up. he knows how uncomfortable it can be for you and he always holds your hair back, or he'll have something prepared for you to ease your stomach. he hates the mood swings the most 😭, he also hates when you get up 500 times to piss. he makes fun of you all the time.

- don't even get me started on the bump, he loves it. sometimes he'll poke it randomly and start laughing.

- Zeke wants a girl so bad. he literally loves the idea of having a daughter, but he didn't get it. you told him after your recent ultrasound you were having a boy. he was a little disappointed, but he was still happy. he gets to teach the little man how to play baseball <3.

- Pieck comes over when Zeke isn't around to check in. he is always really worried about you, so whenever he gets that gut feeling he'll send Pieck right over to make sure you're fine and that she can tell Zeke everything is cool.

- like i said earlier, he's very comforting. he knows how to take care of you especially on your bad days.

- his family is really happy for you both, his mom helped you a ton with the whole process. Zeke is a bit older so he kind of knew a bit about babies since Eren is his step-brother. he picked up on some shit when Carla was pregnant, even then his family gave you tons of advice.

- Zeke had no clue how to make a nursery, he had to call up his god damn dad for help 😭. Grisha was absolutely in for it, and he did exactly that. the two spent hours building the nursery and it came out really well.

- into pregnancy sex.

- when your water broke, holy shit it was like hell on Earth. Zeke didn't even know it popped since you were out and about when it happened.

- he actually was pretty calm, he wasn't freaking out or running around like a mad man. he was very chill and relaxed waiting for the doctors to come and let him in the delivery room.

- seeing you screaming in pain was hard for him to hear, you were struggling and there wasn't much he could do. of course he'd hold your hand and remind you that you're going to be okay, even if you screamed at him telling him to shut the hell up 😭. Zeke was like 😀.

- when you gave birth, oh wow he was so shocked seeing how a vagina can push out a baby.

- when he held his newborn son he was so happy, he almost cried but he felt so proud. he literally was in love with his son and he couldn't be happier.

- PERFECT DAD YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND.

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER.

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you.

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on.

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey.

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good.

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing.

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!”

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater.

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later.

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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whorefordazai · 3 years

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Can I pls get some headcanons for making chuuya and dazai flustered?

how to make them flustered

ft. chuuya | dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of sex

Dazai

This man does not become flustered easily. Because most of the time, he’s the one doing the flustering😭

It would take a lot for him to actually get flustered. If he does, he’ll be very good at hiding it.

You were the one always getting flustered by him so you thought, it’s his turn😈

Ususally, with Dazai, you have to be spontaneous. Being unpredictable will be your best friend.

You can make him flustered in bed though😏

Get on top of him, grab his throat, and whisper scandalous things in his ear like “oh? Do you like this position?”

He’ll immediately shut up after that😳

I headcannon Dazai to be a switch but more of a dom vibe. So when you decide to dom a little...🤫📈

Anyways-

A more fluffy way to make him flustered is by doing random acts of kindness when he least expects it.

Like, remembering the little things about him. The things not even he has said more than once. He would’ve never expected you to pick up on such little things.

For example:

“Dazai, you like tree frogs, right?”

“HUH? Well, I suppose they’re nice but-wait, how did you know😶?”

“I pay attention to what you say, silly.”

Pat his head after saying that and his heart will literally do cartwheels 🤸‍♀️

Because no one has ever made an effort to remember such “stupid” things about him?? Plus, he couldn’t even remember when it slipped past his mouth.

He’d definitely down play it at first thinking ‘it’s fine. What am I getting so worked up about? It’s just a silly detail that got stuck in their brain!”

Another thing, call him his first name “Osamu” when y’all are in bed. Especially when he’s pounding into you🥰

Randomly compliment him at the randomest times.

Like for example, if you were drying off his hair with a towel after he showered, and then just silently smiled while looking at his face.

“What are you looking at?”

“You’re just so gorgeous.”

He’d definitely go a little pink. Dazai knows he’s hot. And he was a huge whore before he met you. So he’s very used to compliments.

But if you complimented him, especially at such a vulnerable time when his bandages are off-fresh out of the shower.

That would make him feel so good💗

Chuuya

This man gets flustered at everything LMAOO

Like, you wouldn’t even have to try

It’s the angry type of flustered so inside his head he would be like “FUCK SHIT BITCH MF FUCK😡”

He’s not angry at you, he’s angry at himself for being so flustered easily.

Literally do anything, and this man’s heart beat would go📈

Wearing his clothes the morning after you two wake up ohoho😏

He’s physically there but mentally in heaven when he sees you rub your sleepy eyes, all while wearing his white button up work shirt (with NOTHING under:)

Definitely would be saying a lot of “FOR FUCKS SAKE” in his head.

Literally touch him in any way

Especially from the back

Wrap your arms over his shoulders, and bury your face in his neck-holy shit I’m combusting as I write this

Compliment him on anything. His looks, his style, literally anything.

But don’t over compliment him-if you do it too much, he’ll think you’re simply lying to him. It’ll kinda piss him off.

The compliments should be out of nowhere and genuine🥰

This man would have a praise kink in bed-

Even though Chuuya gets really flustered when you do something, he’ll make sure to get payback when the two of you are alone...

“C’mon, baby. You think you can tease me all day and get away with it? Let me see your pretty little eyes while I’m making you feel good.”

Yes sir, do whatever you want to me master😇

Ahem, as I was saying.

Randomly hug him (not too tight) but just wrap your arms around his torso and put your head on his chest.

It gives him a sense of pride and he will definitely try to push you off but will end up hugging you back🙄

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.

oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333

this was insanely long. like insanely.

content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk

being iwaoi’s surrogate

BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE

↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child?

↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.

↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.

↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.

↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.

↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.

↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.

↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.

↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.

↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.

↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”

↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—

↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?

↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.

↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.

↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.

↬ atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”

↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.

↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.

↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”

↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”

↬ “i’m pregnant.”

↬ “you’re what?”

↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.

↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.

↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.

↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.

↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”

↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.

↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.

↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.

↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.

↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.

↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!

↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(

↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.

↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.

can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #miya atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #atsumu x sakusa #sakuatsu #sakuatsu x reader #atsumu x reader

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azenkii · 4 years

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A Long List of Trash Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

...that i couldn't get out of my head:

(warning: SUPER LONG POST i havent figured out how to trim posts yet)

he's the one who unchains azula despite iroh's protests. she doesn't even try to fight him, just cries into his shoulder and keeps mumbling about how father's going to be so disappointed in her. he takes her to her rooms and has her drink a sleeping draught, then stations the best guards he has left outside her chambers.

his first council meeting takes place literally a day after sozin's comet. he hobbles into the council chamber shirtless with his entire torso covered in bandages and every council member just looks at him like '...what'

he does NOT sleep for like,,a week after sozin's comet and then another two weeks after his coronation. katara, aang and suki try to persuade him to sleep and he doesn't listen. eventually sokka, toph and mai team up to literally drag his ass to bed and tell him he's not allowed to get up until he sleeps (does mai pin him to the bed with her knives? yes. is it kinky or sexual in any way? definitely not.)

he drinks So. Much. Tea. at this point it's practically tasteless to him but he drinks it anyway because he just needs something to do and tea is something familiar. he keeps iroh on his toes because he's constantly asking for new tea blends, uncle, i think i actually tasted the last one,

he flat-out refuses to grow his hair for at least a year after ozai's defeat. the second it starts getting close to his chin he shears it off himself, with his knife, and his stylist has a heart attack every single time

when he's tired he'll occasionally jump up when one of his guards moves. it stops after a bit, but for the first month and a half or so he's really twitchy. when sokka asks, the only explanation he can come up with is that he's not used to having people stand behind him silently and not want to kill him, much less want to protect him (sokka immediately takes him out for a shopping trip and makes a point of walking behind him the entire time, but only on zuko's right side, where he can clearly see it if sokka moves towards him)

when the healer declares azula mentally unstable and in need of an institution, he shuts himself in his office for the rest of the night. no one's allowed in, not even iroh. he finally emerges in the morning, eyes red from crying and sleep deprivation, and tells the librarian that he'd like a list of the best mental institutions in the country, please, the best in the world if you can get them

he loves theatre (is this even a headcanon?). unfortunately it practically died out in the fire nation along with the rest of the creative arts, leaving nothing but small troupes like the ember island players. one of zuko's personal goals (meaning things he wants to accomplish that aren't as important as restoring his country) is to bring back theatre; he finally manages to do it after about eight months or so of being fire lord, along with other arts like dancing, music and sculpture

he establishes a national day of mourning, on the first day of autumn every year, to commemorate the genocide of the air nomads. from 100AG onwards, every calendar printed in the fire nation has it marked. at first it was called the day of repentance, but aang persuaded him to have it changed (by arguing that he didn't want guilt to be a literal staple of fire nation culture)

he introduces literally So Many educational reforms, plus a mandatory class that teaches students about the cultures of the other nations (air nomads included) and how some of their traditions overlap

he turns down the offer of having a statue put up of him in the capital. toph ignores him and does it anyway.

he visits azula regularly, makes sure she's (relatively) comfortable and well-fed, and sometimes just sits down outside her door and tells her about everything that's going on right now ('some of the far colonies have developed their own standardised writing, azula, you wouldn't believe it, and i've asked the fire sages to come visit more often—but you never liked them, did you? oh, well; i'll make sure none of them go into your chambers by mistake')

(he doesn't know it, but when he does this azula sits by the door and listens. she wonders what kind of writing the colonists have developed, and whether or not the fire sages have taken on some new recruits.)

he hates being above anyone else. never sits in the throne if he can help it, nor does he sit on the dais in the council room. when he talks to people shorter than him, he finds himself stooping a little bit to talk to them on their level (the exception to this rule is sokka, who he mocks for being shorter all the way up until sokka grows taller than him, the bastard)

the first time he visits the earth kingdom, the earth king's ministers call a toast. he ends up being the only one who has to sit out, because he's too young to drink by earth kingdom law

once his servants figure out he won't kill them for talking to him, they start becoming a lot more bold, telling him off when he doesn't take care of himself. at one point, they force him to let them take care of him so much that he literally just bolts into the gardens and hides there until the staff rope in mai and ty lee

when he needs to escape, he does one of two things: (a) he dresses up as the blue spirit and does some parkour until he calms down, or (b) he goes to work at the jasmine dragon. (b) happens less often bc the jasmine dragon's in ba sing se, but there's been a few memorable incidents when an earth kingdom diplomat walks in and yells, 'LEE?!' when they see the fire lord

the first court artist who draws him also happens to be the one who drew azulon and ozai. he draws zuko without his scar. zuko takes one look at it and tells him, very calmly, that he'd like him to leave, please.

zuko burns the portrait. he doesn't fire the court artist, but he never calls on him again unless he has to. a second court artist is called, and can't help but be a bit confused when the fire lord tells him to be sure to include the scar

he forgets the crown. a lot. sometimes he walks into council meetings in his sleepwear with his hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a bunch of scrolls tucked under his arm. none of his councilmen have the guts (or the heart) to tell him that this is not, in fact, formal council wear

he goes to feed the turtleducks when he's stressed. he thinks he's being subtle. he's not. the entire palace knows, and they consciously give him space when they see him in the turtleduck garden

most of his staff are older than him, so they look at him and see this teeny tiny fire lord who is So Small and who Must Be Protected. the day after zuko's coronation, the head chef holds a meeting where they commence Operation Do-Not-Let-That-Boy-Turn-Out-Like-His-Father (subsection He's-The-Only-Good-Thing-We-Have)

one night he wakes up to find suki sitting in his room, decked out in full kyoshi warrior garb and makeup, and just about screams blue murder. suki tells him there are suspicions of an assassin in the palace, and would you please stop yelling it's very distracting, we won't be able to hear anyone coming over that racket

zuko gets very, very paranoid of random spirits after that. yeah, suki looks like a possibly malevolent spirit when she's wearing her makeup, what about it? (when he tells sokka he's highkey terrified of spirit shenanigans, sokka just looks at him and says, 'man, the stories i could tell...', and THAT'S when zuko remembers sokka spent like six months more than he did travelling with the avatar)

on his first visit to the southern water tribe, he removes his boots and leg guards, rolls up his pants and kneels barefoot in the snow. even though chief hakoda immediately starts trying to pull him up, he's stubborn as hell and stays kneeling for the entirety of his very long, very sincere apology-on-behalf-of-the-fire-nation speech. he nearly loses his toes to frostbite after that, and both sokka and katara never stop giving him shit for it

the first time he grows a 'beard' is completely accidental. he's stressed over some trade miscommunications with chief hakoda, hasn't slept in a few days...and then when sokka arrives as water tribe ambassador to help smooth things over, he takes one look at zuko and says 'man, facial hair does not suit you'

zuko: facial what now

he checks a mirror to find that he's got stubble covering his chin, dark enough that it almost looks intentional, and holy gods how the fuck did he not notice this before

'UNCLE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME' 'i assumed you were doing it on purpose' 'WHEN HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURPOSE'

he shaves it all off immediately, of course, which prompts a lot of teasing and rib-poking from sokka until zuko finally snaps that he's scared it'll make him look like his father. sokka stops after that.

(the day after sokka leaves, zuko finds that a mysterious someone has scribbled all over ozai's royal portrait, giving him a frankly ridiculous beard and moustache that literally CANNOT be grown in real life. oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care about the defamation of royal property. he's too busy laughing.)

his paths cross with toph and sokka more than any of the others, because sokka is ambassador and toph is technically still a beifong. most of the time, at formal functions, he ends up sequestered in the corner with toph and a hoard of snacks, and they talk and swear much more than they usually do (zuko's ministers once heard him when he was drunk with toph, and the servants swear the older ministers' ears started bleeding)

he restores fire nation cultural festivals, and in doing so subjects himself to learning a lot of complicated dances

during one memorable week, he wrote so many letters and drafted so much legislation that he ran out of paper. he had to go visit the nearest school and ask for some

he keeps up with his firebending and sword training even though it's hard to fit into his schedule. his ministers refrain from reminding him that he has guards to protect him now; it's still hard for zuko to trust his safety with anyone but himself (team avatar is the exception).

he started sleepwalking about two months into his reign. no one knew why. one time, he nearly sleepwalked right off the edge of a balcony, and one of his guards had to grab him by the back of his robes.

the sleepwalking stopped after around a month and never happened again. at this point it's practically palace legend.

after freeing the war prisoners, he went around collecting every single earthbender-proof wooden cell he could find in the capital and surrounding areas. when he'd gotten most of them, he gathered them into a huge pile in the city square and set fire to them with his own hands.

unfortunately he couldn't do that with the waterbender metal cells but he did get toph to come in and bend them all into pretty shapes (well, toph thought they were pretty shapes. everyone else thinks they're meaningless squiggles)

he learned how to write with both hands at the same time out of sheer necessity (he refused scribes until it became clear that he'd be putting some people out of a job; that was when he started letting scribes write very, very minor things, but all important documents/drafts/letters are still written by him)

he once put the wet end of an ink brush in his mouth instead of the wooden end by mistake. didn't even realise until he bit down to keep it in place and ink went oozing everywhere

when his guards rushed in to find him coughing and spluttering black liquid all over his desk they thought he'd been poisoned but no he's just stupid

on his 17th birthday, his first one after being crowned, he got tackled by team avatar in the middle of the ballroom and ended up at the bottom of a cuddlepile for like ten minutes

this cuddlepile happened at an event that was very much public and very much formal. it was a scandal for weeks

just. fire lord zuko, guys. so much potential

#holy cow this ended up so much longer than i intended #atla #avatar #zuko #firelord zuko #headcanons

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odetojeons · 3 years

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Hi!! Could I ask for your opinion about how seventeen is in bed? If they're doms, subs, switches, or anything like that 😚

OMG OF COURSE YOU CAN!!

okay so,, this is my opinion about it but I actually enjoy them in every way 😼 and I’m gonna try not to pretend like I’m a sucker for sub seventeen

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Seungcheol: Switch. Hmmm I think he would be SO much into daddy kink. There’s something about him that loves taking care of people, so I think he would enjoy being called daddy in bed, even if he’s subbing. Seungcheol would be very flexible about this whole stuff, can dom sometimes, but he has those days in which he likes to sub and be taken care of, especially because he’s always so preoccupied with all the members.

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Jeonghan: HARD DOM. Like 100%. Don’t even try to convince me of the opposite. Yoon Jeonghan would be mean and call you names on bed (yes, dirty names like slut, he would tell you how you’re his little bitch and all that shit) and he’d like to literally see you suffer (in the sexual and pleasurable way, of course). Also I think he’s the member who’s the most into BDSM, would like to tie you up and use fucking machines as he watches you fall apart for him.

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Joshua: Soft Dom!! I can’t see him being too cruel. He’d say you’re the best for him, so beautiful and precious and cute, all in the while he fucks you so hard you think you’re gonna ascend to heaven. He’d be the type to call you cute pet names like sweetheart, love, angel, sunshine and stuff like that. But at the same time I think he would be so much into spanking, not for punishiment though, but rather for seeing his big handprint on your ass.

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Jun: Switch. Please, I can see him as a sub as much as I can see him as a dom. But I think he would be soft no matter which one. Would throw smirks here and there (yes, those damn smirks of him) and tease you sometimes, but overall would be quiet — in the sense of talking, because holy fuck I think this man moans and moans loud. Although I think he’d be the kind of guy to be desperate when he’s having sex, and that’s just so hot.

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Hoshi: SWITCH. Yup, you read that right!! Contrary from what most of the people seem to think, for me Kwon Soonyoung is a total switch. But if he’s domming, he would dom hard. He would wreck you with those dancer hips of his and make you see stars. And if he’s subbing, he would sub hard too. Cannot stop thinking about how much he’d be into pet play. Both for him or his partner, and I can’t take the image of Hoshi with tiger ears and a butt tail plug out of my head.

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Wonwoo: Dom. Can’t really say soft or hard, depends on the day. For some reason I got the unbearable feeling that he has the dirtiest mouth in all of the members. I think he would like to tease you with his words and watch you squirm, all shy and bothered, completely different from his usual timid self. Don’t think he would be too much into the heavy BDSM though, but more into the raw part of sex. Wonwoo would be the type to want to see you fall apart because of him and him alone, by his hands and his words. And omg he’d be so much into putting you in a leash. Yes. A LEASH. And spitting in your mouth, because he likes the feeling of owning you and claiming you in all the ways possible. Ok fuck, I will stop because it’s getting too long, but you can clearly see I’m fucking weak for this man.

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Woozi: Dom. Him too, I can’t decide between soft or hard. He gives me the impression that he would love to fuck you publicly AND I DON’T KNOW WHY. Jihoon would love to watch you try to contain your noises as he fucks you hard, but he would also love to see you moan loud for him. Actually, I think sex with him would be more like a fight than anything else. He’s definitely a brat tamer. Likes the idea of you misbehaving so he could put you in your place and teach you who’s in charge.

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Dokyeom: Sub. He’s such a sub omg, he would be so cute. He’d look at you with those pleading eyes, too shy to ask anything out loud, but you know he wants you to make him cum. Seokmin is overall vanilla, although I think he’d be so much into blindfolding. He’d love the sensation of you touching him everywhere all the while he can’t see anything, only able to take what you’re giving him. Also think he would tell you in a small whiny voice how you’re so beautiful and he just wants to be a good boy.

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Mingyu: SHUT UP EVERYONE BECAUSE MINGYU IS A SWITCH BUT MORE INTO THE SUB PART. YES FAM. Mingyu is totally and irrevocably a puppy. Yup. Total puppy, brat and begger. He’d be so desperate, would end up fucking up into you hard and fast when you’re riding him, unable to control himself as he moans please, please, please. Mingyu is so needy, has the biggest praise kink ever, and would actually melt when you tell him how he is a good boy. Also, I just need to say this, Mingyu and pegging. MINGYU AND PEGGING. Please, he would be so shy to ask but he would love when you do it, although he rathers see you fall apart on his cock, sometimes he would want to feel full. Although I think he has those days in which he doesn’t want to be told what to do, being just too horny to handle it, and he will take whatever he wants. Oof this turned out to be very big but I just needed to get that out of my system.

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Minghao: Switch. Oh yes, and Minghao would have such a dirty mouth too. The way he’s always so sevage makes me think he would tease the hell out of you. I say switch because I think he’d be into two types of teasing; one of them is to be mean, make you come with his words, and the other is to see you snapping. Yes, I think he’d be the type to rile you up until you scream in frustration and tie him up so you can have your way with him.

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Seungkwan: Sub. Of course. He’s such a beautiful sub. I think he’s mostly vanilla, likes soft sex — more like making love than anything else —, but I just know that he would be so into wearing pretty langerie. Yes, I just said that. For me he’d be the type to wear them not only sexually speaking, but just for the pleasure of seeing himself on it. It’s just so cute. He’s cute. I wanna punch myself.

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Vernon: Vanilla. I just— I can’t see him being a sub or a dom, he’s just a chill guy, so into love making, and I’m gonna pretend like I’m not the biggest verkwan shipper of this century. He would praise you sososo much, tell you how beautiful and stunning you are and how he thinks you’re the best. I think he’s into morning sex too, would like to wake up with you and then fuck you lazily as you’re both still sleepy.

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Dino: NEITHER. HE’S NOT DOM NOR SUB NOR VANILLA HE’S LEE CHAN. I don’t know if what I’m gonna say makes sense but hear me out— Lee Chan is not about domming you or subbing to you, he’s about passionate fucking. And may I just add how hard he would jam inside you, with those powerful hips of his. He’d be fucking you like an animal and be smiling sweetly at you and talking casually during it, as if you’re the most endearing thing, and it would feel so natural, so domestic, so right, so home. It’s fucking Lee Chan we’re talking about. The most precious human alive. Yes, I’m having a crisis. I just love him so much, I can’t even handle.

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AND THAT’S IT!! I hope you enjoyed 😭 tried not to show so much that I have a softer side for some members and a harder side for others, but I think I failed miserably 🤩👍🏼

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

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euphoriic-dysphoria · 3 years

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Blue hair - Bucky Barnes

Firs time posting something like this on Tumblr, I welcome constructive criticism, anything to make my writing better and easier to read. As long as you're not an ass about it.

Summary: you've wanted to dye your hair for sometime now, but you're too scared to do it all by yourself and it seems like a whole big thing now that you keep kinda wanna do with a friend. Yes I'm projecting😅😅

THERE MIGHT BE A PART TWO, NOT REALLY SURE YET.

Warnings ⚠️ : none, just extreme flustered bucky, whipped bucky, fluff ig yeah. Without further ado,

Bucky was falling for you. Hard. He fell more each and everyday, but somehow, you were either not into him at all, or painfully oblivious.

He said painfully, because everytime you expressed even the slightest discomfort, even if on the Quinjet you just couldn't fall asleep, bucky just had this inexplicable urge to suddenly bring you all the pillows in the world to make you happy and laugh and smile your beautiful smile.

Bucky wasn't stupid. He'd seen how smart you were on missions, and how fast you'd solved riddles to annoy Tony. You would never be oblivious to things like this. He'd long ago accepted that he was just gonna be a friend to you, of course that didn't stop him from daydreaming about you, or freezing up everytime you brushed your arm with his.

After all, some might assume what with bucky falling head over heels for you (literally, but that's a story for another time, including Sam and being at the beach) that you guys were probably best friends or at least pretty close. Nope. Bucky was embarrassed to say that you stole away all his old fashioned Brooklyn charm the minute you were in a 2 meter radius. He was so nervous he stumbled over his words and opted to just stay quiet and enjoy your presence.

Of course, you thought that bucky was just naturally shy, and well- akward. It never occurred to you that you were the cause of that shyness, but you didn't mind. You found it endearing and utterly adorable the way a pale pink would wash over his features, and brush across his nose.

Today, he was utterly relaxed, pink free, in his room in the Avengers tower, reading and trying to get the thought of you out of his mind. That was hard when abruptly a hard knock sounded at his door, and he was just about to turn around and ignore it, when he heard you mumbling and thinking outside. Supersoldierhearing

Closing his book, he straightened up and furrowed his brow, thinking as to why you'd be outside his room. He hoped everything was alright.

"buckkyyyyyyyy! Woa-hiya, how are YOU on this verrrry fine morning?" You stumbled into his room, bucky was so deep into his thoughts he wasn't aware he opened the door so suddenly, you almost fell in.

A whirlwind of chaotic energy, you recovered quickly and jumped about, before turning back to where bucky was frozen at his door.

You were only wearing a T shirt.

Now, it was 7 in the morning, and most of the avengers were well aware that you walked around in a t-shirt in the mornings, well, only Steve and Nat cause they were the only ones that woke up then. Normally, bucky wakes up earlier to do his run, and so by the time you wake up, he's showered and reading in his room.

Shaking his head a bit to uh, clear up his thoughts, he quietly trudged back to his bed, where you were sitting and excitedly bouncing up and down on.

You gave him a good morning half hug, as you were practically buzzing with energy.

Oh. That alone was more that enough to make Bucky's cheeks start to glow a dusty pink.

However, you were already setting up the boxes of hair dye on his night stand.

"ok. Alright buck, are you ready for maybe the most important decision of your lifetime?? Ahem-" Buckys eyes widened as you did a little drumroll, jiggling your thighs and bringing up your shirt a bit, but you were too absorbed in the boxes you didn't even notice.

In your best announcer voice, you looked at him and grinned. "Blue, or red?" Holding up each colour respectively.

Huh? Bucky was so focused on your smile he practically missed what you said, which would've been hella embarrassing.

"uh- I'm not- where is this coming from?" Bucky almost winced at his voice, coming out hoarse and deep.

With an angelic smile on your face a devil would fall for, you patiently explained the hair dye situation. You wanted to dye your hair. Check. You already bought the hair dye. Check. And last but not least, now you were waiting on one of your friends to reply to you about dying their hair too. This wasn't a demanding act, for you only hit up the people you knew also had wanted to dye their hair too.

"i-i uh whyreyaaskingme?" Oh god. Before Bucky had anytime to mentally smAcK himself for mumbling like that, you were already replying.

With a soft smile you said, "well of course I'm asking you buck, I don't think it's very nice to knock on people's doors at 7 in the morning unless they're awake, and Nat and Steve left together to get coffee. Plus, I trust your opinion, I'm sure you have an excellent sense of style." You teased, reminding him of the time he refused to wear a ridiculous suit that Tony had jokingly, not really, designed.

Buck sighed quietly, as you made your way to the bathroom to compare the colours. Ouch. It was never a nice feeling to know you had come to him out of necessity. Little did he know, you had earlier rushed Nat and Steve straight outta here, in attempts to build a closer bond with bucky. Those two just shared a smug little knowing look, before hightailing it right out of the tower.

Lost in his thoughts, bucky didn't realize you had stopped muttering to yourself about the hair colours.

It was quiet. Too quiet. In the bathroom, there was absolutely no sound.

Bucky frowned, making his way over, and knocked on the door.

"can-uh do you mind if I come in?" Bucky knocked.

The door creaked open, and Bucky peeked inside to find your dejected expression and little pouty lips as you sat on the edge of the sink counter, scrolling through your phone.

"hey- wh-whats wrong doll?" Aw jeez. Cut it out, he said firmly in his head. Stop stuttering, just talk to her like a normal person.

"you- wanna tell me why you're looking like a sad puppy down over here?" Bucky's breath hitches as he's in the middle of berating himself for comparing you to a puppy, when you finally look up and meet his eyes, droplets threatening to leak and break past your waterline.

Bucky's heart just about cracks at the sadness radiating off of you. As far as he knows, you of all people should never have to feel this sad. All nervousness forgotten, he quickly bends down and tilts your chin up, tenderly wiping away the tears that have now started their journey down your cheeks.

It's been 5 minutes of you and him, leaning against each other as he wipes away the quiet tears that keep replacing each other.

Finally, in a quiet voice, you explain. At first it was just the dissapointment of no one wanting to really dye their hair with you. But you understood. Really, it was early in the morning, and it was easy to see why people didn't wanna dye their hair right away, or at all even. You completely and totally respected them and their choices. But then, you thought, maybe they're annoyed at me. Maybe, they don't like me anymore. Maybe they wish I'd leave them alone. Maybe they'd be better off without me.

You were well aware you were spiralling, but after the negative thoughts started, it was hard to stop. You had anxiety of these types of things.

Countless times, Nat and Wanda had had to reassure your wanted presence and that the team did love you.

While you were explaining, Buckys arms slowly snaked around to embrace you, and put his chin on top of you head. He was sad, simply because you were.

But listening to your thought process made him realize that you were human too, and it opened his eyes to listen to your anxiousness, no matter how much it still hurt.

Uh oh. The feeling was coming back, tugging at bucky, eating him away, making him want to do anything to make you happier.

Tightening his arms around you one last time before releasing you, he blurted, "uh- I'll dye m-my hair."

Your eyes widened. A small smile slowly creeped onto your tear streaked face. "Yo-you'd do that f-for me?" You hiccuped.

Holy shit. Oh man. Bucky would've tattooed his face if it gave you that little glowing smile and hopeful face you were giving to him now.

"Oh doll. You wouldn't believe what I'd do for you."

PART TWO IS NOW UP

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