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snazzyturtles · 8 months

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“Innocent”

bokuto x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

bokuto kotaro’s biggest fan catches his eye, and he decides he has to have you

wc: 7.1 k

tw: strangers to lovers, virg reader, anal tease, titty sucking, mating press, unprotected, creampie, implied squirting, bd/sp, bokuto is VERY straightforward and confident while reader is a blushing mess, pet names (klutz, sweetie, darling, baby, little fan), bokuto likes teasing sO much, he bites you like once but it’s not bad

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thinking back on it, you could have never imagined yourself in the place you are now. what started as tagging along with a friend to a random volleyball game one weekend slowly turned into a hobby. a habit. one you couldn't shake off or ignore, because you just kept feeling like you needed more, and one team filled that want.

the msby black jackals were an amazing team, filled with wonderful athletes that were great at what they did. hinata, atsumu, meian, kiyoomi- they were all incredible. you were a big fan, loving to watch them compete. but one player intrigued you the most- bokuto kotaro. he was an astonishing player, and while watching their competitions, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. for more ways than one.

after the game, you walked down and greeted him while he was walking away, meekly asking him to sign your shirt. he was cheerful, happy to see that someone admired him after the game.

“of course!” he chuckled, “didn't know I had such gorgeous fans.” he gave you a friendly wink.

your breath caught, heart fluttering in your chest. did he really just say that?

“i... ah... th-thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush spreading your face fast.

he chuckled softly, “oh, you're very welcome.” his cheerful expression turned into a flirty smirk.

“and what's the name of my favorite fan?” he smiled.

your blush got somehow even deeper, ducking your head down so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

“… y/n,” you replied, low and quiet.

“y/n, such a gorgeous name.” his voice was smooth but playful.

you went stiff, almost forgetting to breathe. bokuto kotaro was complimenting you?

“i see we got a shy one?” he smirked.

“i... well…” you took a breath and looked back up at him. your voice was shaky. “n-not normally... i just-“

his expression was a playful grin, he looked at you in the eyes while speaking.

“oh what's this? you got a crush on the ace?” he chuckled softly.

lifting your head, you stared into his golden eyes, slowly nodding.

“i... um, yeah…”

his eyes widened and his voice became soft.

“o-oh well in that case, would you like to go get dinner after this, sweetie?” he smirked. “i think my favorite fan has just landed a date.”

your eyes flew open. his words caught you by surprise, not expecting that response.

“w-wait what? are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. a beautiful fan like you couldn't be alone on a special night like this, right?” he chuckled confidently, looking you in the eyes- his voice was sweet and smooth.

“but... but won't you be busy? it's after the game, you have interviews and other fans to meet…”

he chuckled and stepped closer. “i’m willing to spare some time for a loyal fan.”

he grabbed your hand, his expression was cheerful. “i’ll pick you up in an hour then, how does that sound?”

you nodded your head quickly, “that sounds great.”

you gave him your phone number and address, suddenly so excited for what was about to come.

———————

the hour passed quickly and there was a knock on your door. it was bokuto, dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, his hair was neat and his eyes were sparkling. he bowed.

“good evening, y/n.”

your voice caught in your throat as you opened the door to your apartment. you whispered under your breath, “i... i didn't realize you were dressing up.”

he chuckled. “i have to look nice for my fan.”

you were standing in the doorway, wearing the jersey he signed earlier and shorts that you could barely see underneath. you were dramatically underdressed in comparison to him.

“um... make yourself at home, give me one minute i'm gonna go put on something better.”

when his eyes widened as he noticed your attire, his voice became a bit raspy. “oh, um… alright, sure.”

he stepped aside and sat down in a nearby chair to let you change. you blushed deeply, then practically ran to your bedroom to put on better clothes.

you were rushing so much that when you went to tug your shorts off, you tripped and fell on the floor, hitting the wall and yelping loudly.

bokuto heard the sound of you falling and came running in, his gold eyes darted around and they focused in on you.

“y- y/n?” his voice was shaky, he seemed concerned.

“are you okay?” he started cautiously walking over towards you. “i heard a shriek and a loud sound, are you hurt?”

“ow.” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your knee. “i'm sorry bokuto, i tripped when i was changing clothes & hit my knee-“

mentioning that was all it took for him, and he immediately bent down and picked you up. bokuto held you in his arms as he examined your injury.

“this is definitely a bruise, you'll probably also have a bit of a limp,” he frowned.

“you hit your knee on the wall?” he looked at the wall and back to you. “how fast and how hard did you have to trip to do that?”

you covered your face with your hands, turning into his chest to avoid looking at his face. you were embarrassed.

“i was trying to change pants and it got stuck on my ankle, then i slipped… sorry i'm a bit of a klutz.”

bokuto sighed. “what an adorable klutz.”

he chuckled and looked down at your face, his eyes were sparkling. “you could use some ice, but i have a better idea.” he smiled flirtatiously and started walking to the kitchen.

“I'll cook you dinner, makes it a bit easier so you don't have to do much. how does that sound?” he gave you a gentle pat on your head.

“b-but... you came here all dressed up... you made plans for our dinner tonight...” you looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at his face as he held you. “i'm sorry i messed everything up.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “there's no need to apologize, you can't help being silly sometimes.”

he placed you on a chair in the kitchen and started cooking. it was quiet for a while when bokuto spoke again.

“hey, y/n. can we talk for a second?”

you looked up at him from where you were sitting, a bit confused about his question. “yeah, what is it bokuto?”

he looked at you for a solid 30 seconds before speaking again.

“do you like me?” he paused for a second, “like, like like me?”

he said this awkwardly, his facial expression was that of embarrassment mixed with hope.

a blush crept down your body, spreading further in your embarrassment.

“i....” squeezing your eyes shut, you blinked and then looked up at him.

“yeah, i have, for a while now. i was one of your biggest fans for a reason, and now all that's happening tonight is kinda firing it a bit more.”

bokuto let out a sharp breath and turned around. he definitely wasn't expecting that answer. he grabbed a cloth to wipe his hands and face. his expression was one of happiness, excitement and surprise. “oh wow, really?”

he chuckled happily and his eyes were sparkling, a bright smile appeared on his face. “i-i thought you just liked watching me play volleyball, but no, you actually like me?”

you quickly nodded your head.

“that's kinda why i've been so awkward tonight... doesn't help that i fell while getting dressed, and so now i’m sitting in an oversized jersey & underwear while watching you cook.”

bokuto chuckled and approached you, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. he placed his shirt on your shoulders and smiled.

“here, wear this, it'll make you look a bit more... presentable.” he smirked. “and as for you, you are an adorable klutz, it's just part of why i like you.”

as he laughed and went back to cooking, you felt his shirt on your shoulders. his warmth was radiating against your body.

you blushed when he turned away, tugging his shirt tighter around your shoulders. “you think i'm adorable?”

then you realized what he said.

“wait... you like me?”

bokuto was stirring the contents in the pot when he heard your question.

“hm?” he turned and looked at you with surprise. “oh, i was supposed to not admit that, huh?” he was smiling cheekily. “i like you a lot.”

your blush somehow got even deeper. “but-but we just met for the first time tonight? right?? or...”

then your mind clicked, and a shock wave passed over you. you went to almost all of the msby games, always wearing his jersey number. he was bound to recognize you from that.

“do... did you recognize me from the other games?”

bokuto's expression became that of a flirty smirk.

“yeah, how did you get such perfect seats every game?” he chuckled.

“i always saw you, so adorable in your cute little fan outfit. i couldn't help but recognize you.” he walked over and sat next to you, putting his arm around your back. “so... how does being my girlfriend sound?”

“i... what?” your head snapped to look at him, you were confused and low-key freaking out.

“you-you want me to be your girlfriend? but we just formally met for the first time tonight, bokuto.”

bokuto's flirty expression and playful smirk returned, “yes i do.” he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, his voice was soft.

“if you think about it, we kinda have been dating for a while. we would both make each other's hearts skip a beat when we were at the games together. and we always wanted more of each other.”

he was so close up to you, breathing right onto your neck. his voice was soft and sweet.

“i…” your voice was caught in your throat, you couldn't think of what to say. his actions and words were throwing you for a loop, and it almost didn't feel like reality.

“t-that’s not dating though… that’s lusting over somebody-” you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentance, because while yes, that was what he did, that’s what you had done too.

bokuto was so close to you, his eyes sparkled, and you swear you could hear his heart beating. he was holding your shoulders, his voice was whisper-quiet.

“i know this is all a bit sudden... but you looked so beautiful tonight, so I thought…” he kissed you on the cheek. “why wait, right?” he chuckled.

bokuto put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as placed you on his lap. “now you're where you belong.”

you stared into his gold eyes, with an expression of fright and yearning combined. you hesitantly nodded your head, slowly leaning closer to him.

he smirked in a flirty and teasing way and kissed your lips softly. “you're mine now, aren't you?”

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat in his lap. it all felt like a dream. nodding your head, you whispered against his lips, “i'm yours.”

bokuto's eyes widened, wrapping his arms around your back. “well aren't you the bold one?” his voice was full of excitement and happiness.

“i guess this also means you want a more ... personal show after dinner...” his eyes became that of a flirty smirk.

you stared into his eyes. you had a rough idea of what he was implying, but you wanted to hear it from his mouth directly. “what do you consider a "personal show?”

bokuto looked directly at you and his tone seemed serious, his voice was soft and sweet. “my favorite fan...” he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you're getting a special show tonight... a one-on-one performance from the ace himself,” he chuckled and smiled, “just for you.” his voice was smooth and it made you blush.

you squirmed from his words. “can't wait.”

bokuto smirked as he stood up, lifting you with him. he started carrying you to the bedroom. “well, my dinner's ready.” his voice was flirty and his eyes were shining.

he made a beeline to the bedroom and locked the door, carrying you to the bed and placing you gently on it. you stared up at him, scared and excited, waiting to experience his next move.

bokuto bent down and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead, his eyes were that of a flirty smirk, and his voice was soft.

“you're too gorgeous to not get a special show from the ace...” he placed your hand on his chest, staring down at you. “so, i should let you experience the ace in every way tonight.”

looking up at him, your breath was growing heavy in anticipation for his actions. he was being vague, and it made you both anxious and turned on about the idea of what might come next from him.

he started moving his hands to the bottom of his shirt, his eyes were sparkling with excitement as you watched his hands creep under the hem. his voice was soft and sweet. “you'll understand soon sweetie...”

you held your breath as you watched him peel his shirt up and over his head. he had quite possibly the most chiseled chest that you had ever seen. defined abs you traced with your fingers, and big pecs that looked like they could double as pillows.

when you touched his body, your cold hand became warm from his body heat. he chuckled as he threw his shirt onto the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. his bare chest was in front of you, and his arms looked like they could crush someone.

“so, what do you think of the ace's physique?” his eyes were glistening and his voice was teasing as he waited for your reaction.

“gorgeous.” you whispered, staring up at him while your fingers lightly trailed the crevasses of his muscles.

his pectorals were huge, your eyes immediately drawn to them. so defined and sculpted, you had secretly loved watching them as he played for as long as you could remember. but before you could only see the impression of them, this was your first time seeing them this close, in person and bare. he noticed you staring at his pecs. he was quite proud of himself for his physique, and he raised his voice while laughing.

“i'm glad you like them that much, you'll have the chance to see them a lot closer,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. “now you should get comfy. i'll give you a second to get rid of that shirt and i'll start the show.”

you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat from his words. you couldn't move. you didn't know what to do, your body still in anticipation, waiting for his next actions.

bokuto looked at you with a flirtatious smile, the corners of his eyes sparkling and his expression seemed one of happiness and excitement. he put his hand on your thigh, his voice was soft and sweet.

“i can help you get that off if you wish,” he smirked and his expression showed that he was enjoying your surprise and fluster.

your eyes wide, you stared into his and slowly nodded your head. “o-okay. thank you bokuto.” you whispered out, feeling on edge from not knowing what he'd do next.

bokuto gently took the shirt off of you, loosely holding onto the bottom hem as he lifted the jersey up and over your head. he stared down at your body, looking at your beautiful, smooth skin and you heard him give a subtle gasp of air in his chest.

he smirked, “you never wear anything underneath, do you?” he said with a soft and teasing tone.

your eyes widened. you had almost forgotten about that. your cheeks started burning deep red from the blush spreading.

“i... not sometimes...”

you heard him snicker. “so that's why I see your chest bouncing so much when you jump in the stands at my games.” bokuto gently traced your collarbone with his fingertips.

“and i always thought that was how you were trying to get my attention.” he chuckled. “my lovely little fan, wearing nothing beneath her msby jersey... who knew?” he was smirking at you and his voice came out almost like a whisper. you could see how much he liked seeing you blush.

your breathing was shallow, unsteady- you were more flustered than you could have imagined possible for the night. the star you’d had a crush on for years was now sitting in your bedroom, both of your shirts off, and he was complimenting your chest?

bokuto put his mouth close to your ear and whispered into it. “is there anywhere on your body that's sensitive? or makes you feel flustered? I want to find every spot.”

he said it in a low voice as his mouth was close to your ear, making you shiver. you snapped your head to look at him, without thinking of your actions before you did them. your mouths pressed together, and your eyes widened when you realized what was happening.

bokuto kissed you and pulled you really close, his arm around your back and a hand in your hair. the kiss was so passionate and it felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute.

bokuto broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. he was breathing heavily and blushing.

“i… i'm-“ he cut you off before you could apologize for your mistake.

“no need for apologies. i liked it.” bokuto chuckled, caressing your cheek. “now, let me have you like you wanted me to earlier... a very personal show just for you.” he looked at you with a flirtatious smile. he turned away and began taking his belt off.

your voice caught in your throat. his back muscles were heavenly, making you wonder how they felt.

“b-bo?”

his voice became more quiet. “yes, my lovely little fan?”

you saw him take off his belt and he hung it off the bed frame. he was now just wearing his pants... and those pants were so tight on him. they highlighted his curves and he knew you were staring at his ass, but you couldn't help it. his ass had been one of your favorite things to watch from the stands, and now that it was so close in front of you, you had the potential to look at it in full detail. his body was literally sculpted.

it was almost hard for you to breathe with how incredible he looked, not believing that this was actually happening. “you... you look so...”

he knew you were staring at his ass and he felt the urge to tease you.

“you like it, don't you?” he smirked. “i'm glad, i'm glad you like what you see. i worked hard on keeping this body in shape for you darling.”

you nodded your head. you did like it.

he smirked and turned around, his pants making a loud noise as they hit the floor. he kept his eyes locked on you as he made his way to the bed. he looked amazing walking towards you, and you couldn't help staring at him. his muscles flexing with every step, the low lighting made him look gorgeous. and then you looked down…

you noticed his lack of pants, and what was in their place. a set of grey boxer briefs, tight enough that it didn't leave much room for imagination. you could see the outlines and shadow of his cock, and it made your breath catch.

bokuto smirked as he saw where your gaze went. he was proud of himself and he made it known. he knew he had your full attention. he was very excited for his little fan to have this.

bokuto put his hands on his hips and he stood still, making sure you were able to get all the time you wanted to look. he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was anxious as well by how fast his nipples stuck out in excitement. he kept looking at you, he didn't want to stop looking at you.

he looked smug, but you could tell his nervousness wasn't going away the longer you two stared at each other. you stood up slowly, walking towards him.

bokuto looked down and saw you approaching, surprised by your actions. he put his arms out towards you and was waiting for you to come closer to him, his voice was soft and excited.

“c'mere”

as you stepped close to him, his arms closed around you, scooping under your ass and lifting you. bokuto smirked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and he kept his arms around you. your legs were hugging his waist, your soft thighs brushing against his hips in a position that made him want to squirm. your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face so close to you that you could feel his breaths. he could kiss you easily.

“oh, you haven't fully earned that yet, darling.” his voice was flirty and he was making teasing noises. a whimper left your throat at his response, and you felt his cock twitch through his boxers under your ass. the sounds you were making turned him in, and he let out a loud groan.

“looks like you're very attracted to me,” he kissed you again. “but you want to see me more, don't you?” he kept grinning as he teased you.

“i…”

you couldn't form full sentences, couldn't speak words, couldn't think. everything he was doing to you was so much.

bokuto chuckled. “that's okay, you really are attracted to me.” he kissed you again and started leaning down to lay you on the bed. “just relax. i’ll do all the work here.”

as soon as you were laid down, he began kissing your neck and your chest. whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as he started to work his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he could find. you were sure there would be marks the next morning. when his mouth found your nipple and sucked it, your body tensed and you let out a yelp.

as soon as you yelped, bokuto took his mouth away and turned his head to look at you.

“oh, sorry darling.” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “is this your sensitive spot?”

he moved his mouth closer but he didn't make contact, he just purposely breathed heavy on it. the air coming from his mouth made your skin prickle and your back arch. he seemed eager to find your most sensitive areas.

you groaned, nodding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. it was sensitive, but it felt so good. “m-more. please bo.”

bokuto smiled and his eyes became more excited from your noises. he kissed your chest again in that same spot, sucking over your nipple and biting it lightly. he seemed very happy to hear your noises of approval.

“oh, you like it, right?” he whispered the word "right" in such a soft voice, and he seemed to be looking for an affirmative answer.

you nodded your head quickly, “uh huh.” it felt so good to feel his mouth on your body, like nothing you could have imagined.

bokuto let out a content groan as he heard your moans and he kept going, his tongue making circles, mapping your skin, soft kisses across your chest and tummy. his fingers lightly trailed over the marks he made, making you shiver. he was looking for more sensitive spots as he kissed your skin.

making his way down your body, it was obvious you becoming more sensitive the further he got. when he reached your panties, he looked up at you. without saying anything, he gave a slow kiss on top of the fabric, and you let out a deafening moan.

bokuto noticed and his mouth became more soft and gentle. your moan turned him on even more. he kissed you on top of your clothed mound again, and when he pulled his head away he was blushing.

“oh, i'll just take these off.” his voice was teasing yet soft. you looked into his gold eyes as he stared at you while removing your panties. when you felt the air hit your core you gasped. he was unpredictable, and your body couldn't keep up.

upon seeing your reaction, bokuto pulled your legs close to your chest and he put his hand underneath your back to lift you. this made you two face to face, your legs squeezing around his back. his eyes were sparkling as he looked down on you.

“i think i'll give you what you want...” he smirked. he looked proud of himself, making you feel embarrassed yet excited at the same time. the new position made your bodies closer, practically wrapped around him, and you could feel his clothed cock poking at your entrance.

he noticed your body shaking, lifting closer to him with each breath, and his boxers were tightening a lot. his eyes were sparkling and he smirked again.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, darling…” he paused and you could see his confidence and pride go up. “I wore tight boxers... just for you to get to see…”

“y-you did?” your voice was high-pitched and shaky. you couldn't believe it. he predicted that you’d end up like this tonight?

he smirked as he saw your surprised reaction. “yes, my little fangirl, i wore it just for you.” he pulled his boxers down a bit and your eyes went wide. you could see his pelvic muscles, and the start of his happy trail leading to his belly button. you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation.

bokuto's voice was soft as he giggled while looking at you. “you think i like to tease a lot? you haven't seen anything yet…” a whine left your throat at his response and actions. he was baiting you for him, and you wanted more.

“please bo...”

bokuto chuckled and you felt his breath on your ear. “oh? you're getting really needy...” he looked down at you with a soft and proud expression. his boxers were barely pulled down, just to taunt you. it was so close to you that you could swear you felt the heat.

you looked up into his eyes, and whimpered, “please bo... i’ll do anything.”

bokuto smirked, “so, you want me that badly, don't you?” his voice was soft and the look he gave you was exciting and jeering. he placed his hand on your waist, the other moving to your ass, squeezing it.

“k-kotaro?”

bokuto noticed that you called him by his first name, and it turned him on even more. “yes darling?”

staring at him, another whimper left your throat as you felt his body shift on top of you, hiking your legs further up and giving him better access. “please,” you breathed out, your words barely audible and under your breath.

bokuto heard you and he smirked, “your words are too quiet, darling.” he placed his ear on your mouth and listened closely. “you have such a cute little voice though...” his voice was soft, the hand on your ass slowly moving up and down.

your eyes were squeezed shut and your teeth were grinding. his hands on you felt so good, you couldn't help it. you kept slipping down his waist from how much you were squirming, your feet playing with the waistband of his boxers.

bokuto was very much enjoying seeing you so turned on. he liked this kind of teasing a lot. your grip on his hips tightened and it made him twitch. “what do you think you’re doing there, darling?” he was biting his lower lip. in response to your teasing, he decided to do even more. staring into your eyes, he slowly lifted one of his hands to his mouth, licking his thumb before moving his hand down.

a gasp left your throat as you felt his hand travel lower, and his thumb press into your asshole. the feeling burned, not used to being stretched there, and his hands were so big. you yelped when you felt him try to move his finger, pulling at the sides and wiggling his thumb around inside a few times before removing it slowly. staring at you, he shook his head. “too tight.”

bokuto was smirking when he looked down at you. he noticed you panting, your hole squeezing around nothing. “oh...” his thumb started teasing you again, circling the rim while he looked at you intently. “your body is very sensitive here, isn't it?”

you were whining loudly. you wanted him, but he was being such a tease it was almost unbearable. “koooo…pleaseee. i-i want you in me”

he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, “you do?” he gave you a playful and flirtatious kiss on your cheek as he put his mouth on your ear to speak, “but... you're so innocent... it could hurt...”

“w-wanna try.. at least,” you turned your head to look into his eyes. “i want you kotaro.”

bokuto was blushing and he moved to look you in the eyes. “so... you do want me like that?” he was giggling and he looked like he was proud of himself. he moved his hands up your body as he squeezed you hips.

“i think this is your first time, right darling?” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “y-yeah.”

he chuckled and you felt his lips kissing your neck as his hands went up your body. he placed his tongue on your neck as he sucked gently, before looking back up at you.

“well... if it's for me... okay.” he caressed your cheek, suddenly sounding serious “you want me to be your first?”

“y-yes kotaro.” you stared at him, breath quick from his kisses and licks.

bokuto placed his mouth on yours as he gave you a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. “i love how you look when you're like this...” he started biting your throat and your neck to tease you and make this extra special for you. after he was proud of the line of marks he made on your neck, he sat back on his heels to look over you.

the only fabric left between the two of you were his tight boxers, and you watched as he reached his hands into the waistband.

bokuto noticed your eyes looking at his boxers and he smirked as his voice became more serious. “oh?” he looked back and smiled. “do you have your eyes on an award?” he was teasing you and he slowly took his boxers down to his ankles.

when his boxers fell down, a sharp intake of breath escaped your throat. his cock slapped his stomach when it slipped out, and you could see it fully now. it was long, so thick, slightly curved up. his sack was fat and swollen, looking like they were filled and ready to explode. it made your pussy twitch in anticipation.

“you're... staring... aren't you, darling?”

bokuto made a teasing smile and put his hands on your chin, his head close to your face. he kept looking at you to see how you would react to his body and to his words.

you nodded slowly, then whispered under your breath, “...so big...”

bokuto was blushing from your words, catching him slightly off-guard. he looked proud but not too arrogant, like he'd been waiting for you to tell him this. he moved his hand to place it on your neck, his fingers slowly brushing along it. “what if it's too big?”

your eyes slowly drifted back to his,

“we'll make it fit.”

“oh?” bokuto whispered and he smiled again. “well, we'll see.” he got on the bed again and put his body on top of yours. his arms wrapped around your waist and he looked you in the eyes.

“you really want it, don’t you?” he was still teasing you and he kept up the flirty smirk.

“y-yes ko...” you whined out, desperate for him. “want it so bad.”

he leaned down, suckling on your neck again. your skin was already so tender there from all the bruises he left, but he wouldn't stop. you could feel his dick rubbing on your tummy and it made you moan.

bokuto made a soft groan as he heard your words and he slowly kissed your jaw. his lips were soft and playful, he knew exactly what he was doing. he continued teasing you.

his mouth left your neck and he got close to your ear again, whispering, “do you know what comes next?”

he put his hand on your thigh and he caressed it as you nodded your head quickly, your eyes squeezed shut. you were ready.

“please ko, please”

bokuto was biting his lower lip, he wanted you to enjoy this as much as you can. his hand kept teasing your legs and his breath was filled with excitement. “then, say it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

you opened your eyes, staring straight into his. taking a deep breath, you said what you had been wanting to say the whole night.

“fuck me, kotaro”

bokuto was stunned. you really said that. he heard every word of it and it pleased him. his body was touching yours as he played with your hair.

“well... if you say it like that...” he gave you another kiss, long and soft. when your lips split, he looked back at you. “i’ll make you scream my name.”

he suddenly grabbed your legs, hiking both of them up and over his shoulders. he had you folded in half, and you couldn't do anything but stare at him. you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating what was about to happen next. you could feel his breath on your face.

your body was now in a position in which he could use it to his liking. you felt like you were in heaven and you were somehow even more sensitive to his touch. bokuto smiled with a proud and taunting look on his face. “you're ready, aren't you?”

he was going to make sure that this would be a moment you would always remember.

you nodded your head, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

suddenly feeling a poking at your core, you looked down to find him aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. he slowly pushed in, your breath catching in your throat as you let out a long whine.

it burnt as he pushed forward. you weren't used to something of this size, your fingers being tiny in comparison to how thick his cock was. he was reaching deeper than you had ever been able to do, and you were mewling from the pains.

bokuto was looking at your face, panting as he started rubbing your hand. he looked worried. “i hope... i hope you like it..”

“i... i love it, ko.” you whispered between staggering breaths. it hurt like hell, but you wanted a taste of his heaven. he leaned down and kissed you, slowly and passionately, trying to distract you from the sharp pains.

“do you?” bokuto's eyes were sparkling and his voice was softer than ever now. he caressed your cheeks and kissed you again, longer than last time. “this is only the beginning, darling.”

with those words, you felt him begin to move. he started soft, pulling out until just the tip was left inside, before slowly pressing back in. after he noticed that you stopped squirming as much, he gradually started gaining a pace until he was pounding into your pussy. you could feel his balls hitting your ass with every thrust, the tip ramming deep enough that it kissed your cervix.

his groans were constant and loud, and you could see that he was staring at you whenever you’d open your eyes.

bokuto kept looking at you. your face was so cute to him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open. you could feel the weight of the tall, strong man on your body right now, pressing down to hold you in place. his lips were kissing your neck angrily again between his moans.

“ah- ohhhh.”

“k-ko?” your breath was panting as you questioned his noises.

“oh, i know...” bokuto could see you were becoming too sensitive and he was loving it. he kept moving, snapping his hips and kissing your neck. “ah... oh... ohhhhhh.”

your breath caught in your throat with a whine, hesitating before whispering out the next words to him-

“…..m-more ko. harder.”

bokuto was breathing heavier now and you could feel his heart beat faster as he jerked his head up to look into your eyes. it was like you had him in every single way, this is the most pleasure and euphoria bokuto had ever felt. “you’re just saying that now?” his voice was shaky and his eyes glossed over. he was sweating, his head was spinning and his body was filled with adrenaline that was about to burst.

he stopped for a second to breathe and calm himself, before starting back, with more force and speed than before. he was pounding into your sensitive spots, and it made you whine louder. you could feel a knot forming in your belly, and you knew you were close to finishing.

“kotaroooo”

you whined his name out, almost as a warning to him. suddenly your pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing him tight as you came around him. you were gushing, spraying around his cock and making a mess all over the sheets.

bokuto was smiling and he looked proud of himself. he could make you experience this for the first time, from him and only him. your squeezing was so tight around his cock, and it led him to the edge. his body began stuttering, his breathing was harder.

“b-baby i’m about to… ah..” it was almost a warning for you. “ohhhhhhh.” his eyes were closed, and he could tell he was about to finish.

his final grunt came, and a bite to your shoulder was the only warning for what was happening. his hips became faster, then suddenly stopped. you felt your center become warm, feeling him shoot his release deep in you, and heard him moan the loudest he had that entire night.

the room went silent, the only sounds you could hear were the fan above you two, his panting, and a few bird chirps outside.

bokuto was still on top of you, caressing your face while breathing into your neck. you felt him pull out slowly, then felt his warm cum start to spill out of your pussy and drip onto the mattress. your breath caught in your throat. “i... you...”

bokuto was feeling weird, his body was shaking and he felt nervous. he didn’t mean to do that, but he tried to be brave and stay on top of you.

“i... i made a mess...” he was blushing and it was visible on his face. he tried to cover it up by putting a proud look on his face again. “please tell me you liked it..”

your breathing was slow and shaky, trying to figure out what just happened. you couldn’t believe it. bokuto kotaro, you were his biggest fan for years, and now he had just released his cum inside you.

“i... i loved it, ko.”

bokuto’s breath caught. your words surprised and pleased him. he felt accomplished that you loved every second of that. he held a cute look on his face. “good…”

he kissed your forehead and your cheek, caressing your hair.

“now, you're not innocent...”

he giggled at his own words. he was teasing you again, but his voice was soft and he held a smile.

you laughed back at him, he wasn't wrong. “yeah, i guess not”

this moment is like a dream for him and he just kissed you passionately again. when your kiss ended, he laid his head down on your chest, and you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.

“h-hey ko?”

he looked up at you, slightly confused.

“what happens to us when we wake up in the morning? you're still a big-time professional volleyball star, and i'm just a fan you picked up off the bleachers for a fun night...”

bokuto looked at you and his face went serious.

“if you want us to be nothing, then we can be nothing…” his voice was calm and his body was relaxed again.

“but...” he took a deep breath, as the thought flashed in his head. “...if you want to be more... we can be more...”

he looked like he couldn't believe he was saying this, that his mouth was speaking without telling his brain what to say first.

you looked deep into his gold eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, “what do you want?”

there was another long pause before he collected his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“i-i want you… your voice, your eyes, i want it all..” he caressed your face and he had a slight nervous smile as he looked at you.

“when i wake up in the morning, when i close my eyes and i'm tired from practice, or when i want to escape the world's craziness, i want to imagine your face, your voice, your eyes. i want you with me all the time, i want you to be my love...”

you took a breath in, staring at him. your heart skipped a beat from his words. he wanted you like that?

“i... we can try that”

bokuto was looking at you and his face turned bright red. “really...?”

it felt like his heart skipped a beat and was about to jump out of his chest.

“can i hug you now?” he was asking you, even though he already knew the answer was going to be yes.

you laughed, giggling at his reaction. “yes bo, of course you can.”

bokuto smiled happily and he hugged you tightly. it was a warm and cozy hug, him rubbing his body on yours to make it better. he sighed, and whispered out-

“i'm going to enjoy this...”

@tsukiran wanted me to tag her on this lol hope you’re happy

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hammerbrutality · 6 months

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MK Intros w/ Cassie Cage

Cassie Cage x GN!Reader

Notes: Flirty dialogue, Some swearing — Reblogs are appreciated <3

Cassie: Should I give you a kiss now?

Y/N: You mean before I kick your ass?

Cassie: Hah! Either way, you'll want it

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Cassie: Well hello, hot stuff

Y/N: Does your mother approve of us?

Cassie: Ugh. Way to kill the vibe, Y/N

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Cassie: You mean the world to me, Y/N

Y/N: Why don't you put a ring on it then?

Cassie: Wait, what? Pause!!!

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Y/N: Your dad doesn't seem to like me very much

Cassie: That's because you're always trying to out-funny him

Y/N: Not my fault I have the better dad jokes

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Y/N: When I said I could take you, I didn't mean in a fight!

Cassie: Aww, believe in yourself, Y/N

Y/N: You're a goddamn commander in the Special Forces, dude

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Cassie: Did you really bring a knife to a gun fight?

Y/N: No, I brought knives. Plural.

Cassie: That's cute, Y/N. I brought guns. Plural.

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Y/N: If I lose, will you kiss it better?

Cassie: Depends. Are you gonna fight like a bitch?

Y/N: Fight like a bitch or not fight like a bitch... Which one gets me a "yes, I'll kiss you"? Help me out, Cass

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Y/N: So... what are you doing after this?

Cassie: Celebrate my victory over you with a drink

Y/N: Could I buy you another one then?

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Y/N: Can I call you mine?

Cassie: Don't flirt with me. It won't get you out of this fight

Y/N: That wasn't a no

♡

Y/N: Would you stop taking 0.5 forehead photos of me?

Cassie: I'm an artist and you're my muse!

Y/N: I'm gonna kill you, Cassie!

#first mk fic! pls be nice or i'll bite #cassie cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mk 11 #mk cassie cage #mk cassie #cassie cage x reader #gender neutral reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #sonya blade #mk11 x reader #my fics

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hereforh · 1 year

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I Don't Wanna Face The Music

Louis likes to think he's a pretty normal, typical lad. He likes spending nights at the pub with his mates, he loves football and is very close to his family. So when he moves to London for uni, he doesn’t think much will be different.

Until he makes these news friends who are nothing like his mates back home and change his life for the better - and this one boy who messes with his head from the get go and makes him question everything he has every thought about himself.

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michaelsgavey · 3 months

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Who Needs Cupid? - Billy Washington X Fem!Reader

Summary: Today is the celebration of romance and Billy decides to use this day as an opportunity to ask his neighbor he had been crushing on out on a date. However.. things do not go as planned.

Warnings: Other than the fact it’s using she/her pronouns, it’s nothing really.

Type of story: Fluff

Author’s note: Woohoo! First fic here! I was gonna post this on Valentine’s day but i couldn’t wait any longer. This is my first piece of fanfiction and this is my first time writing for Billy so bare with me please. Plus my writing’s a lil’ rusty so i really hope y’all like it 😭 There is rare use of y/n but it IS a x reader fic with she/her pronouns. But anyways.. let’s see the story! I hope you all like it 🫶

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

And there she was.

Here she was outside tending her plants. She always took real care of her outdoor plants.

Billy had come outside to get his mail and he could not help but to take a glance at his neighbor. As silly as it sounded , he may have developed a liking towards her. But how could anyone not? She was kind , sweet , and she is caring. She even brings pastries she cooked around the neighborhood. She was a kind soul indeed.

Her kindness is what drew Billy to her. The two have interacted from time to time but he hasn’t mustered up the courage to ask her out on a date. He was confident that he could do it but at the same time he was scared. What would happen if he did ask her out? Would she reject him? Did she even have a significant other? Those kinds of questions made him slightly anxious.

Was he even her type? Was he even anyone’s type? She was everything. Billy was.. well he’s just Billy. He didn’t see himself as a perfect man. God he was a wreck. He was about to go inside when she waved at him. Billy’s heart fluttered and he waved back with a smile. She went back inside and he sighed before he did the same.

Later in the evening, Billy was at a restaurant having dinner with his sister. He decided to open up to her about his feelings towards his neighbor.

“I don’t understand these feelings, Lana. I want to ask her out on a date and develop a relationship. But I just..” Billy trailed off and took a deep sigh before he looked at her. “I don’t know how to do it. I don’t think I have the courage to ask her out.” He admitted.

“Well-“ Lana was about to speak before Billy cut her off. “I need to have the courage somehow! I mean.. She’s perfect! She truly is a dream girl. I mean.. she’s kind and wonderful and beautiful.. I could go on and on about her.” He said. Lana just sighed.

“Well.. It does not hurt to try. What is there to be afraid of?” She questioned. Billy looked at her and looked down. “What is to be afraid of? Rejection.” He responded. “Again. It doesn't hurt to try it out.” She responded.

He looked at his sister. Maybe she does have a point. It would not be the end of the world if he had tried… right? “Fine. I’ll try to ask her out. Besides, how am I gonna do that?” He questioned. When he asked that , Lana looked like she was thinking.

Billy looked out the window and saw a booth that was selling Valentine’s Day items. It was full of teddy bears, flowers and many more essential Valentine’s Day items. Then he had an idea.

“I could ask her out on Valentine’s day! That’s perfect isn’t it?” Billy said with a proud smile. Lana nods while sharing a smile. Billy beamed and looked confident. “I’ll give her the best Valentine’s gift. Surely it’ll make her want to go out with me.” He said.

It was a good idea. What could go wrong?

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It was now the 13th day of the month. A day before Valentine’s Day. Billy was sitting on his couch thinking of ways on how to impress this woman. So far.. he got nothing. What could he give her? What could he do to get her to be in awe of him?

A piece of jewelry? They have been advertising them constantly. No. Too pricey. What about a walk at the park? Would that work? Maybe not. What about a poem? He’s not good at poetry. He could never do that.

Billy sighed and rubbed his face. Why was this so hard? What could he give her for Valentine’s Day? Maybe he should give up.. Wait No. He can’t. He was confident that he would not give up! He has to go for it. He has to shoot his shot.

Billy had stood up and decided to go out. He would go out and find something that he could not only afford , but something that would wow her. He was confident that it would work.

He grabbed his wallet and put it in his pocket before he stepped out of his home. He decided to walk to the local supermarket to see what they’d have to offer. Surely they’d have something good in mind. Right?

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After a slightly long walk , Billy entered the supermarket, looked around and tried to find the area that sold Valentine’s day items. He walked around and looked before he saw it. But to his surprise, it was slightly crowded.

Many people were looking around to see what the area had to offer. From lovers looking for something for their significant others to mothers looking for Valentine’s cards for their kid’s Valentine’s party at school , it looked slightly chaotic. Well.. In his eyes it did.

But was he going to back down? No. Billy entered the area and explored the area. Hm.. what could he get her? It was a lot to choose.

Billy strolled through the area, contemplating the perfect Valentine's Day gift for his her. As he explored the shelves, the possibilities seemed endless. From fragrant bouquets to exquisite chocolates, the choices were overwhelming. Yet, Billy was determined to find something uniquely special for her. As he strolled past the section, an idea sparked in his mind.

Fresh flowers! The floral arrangements caught his eye, and he imagined presenting a beautiful bouquet to his neighbor. Billy carefully selected a mix of her favorite flowers, envisioning the delight on her face when he handed them to her tomorrow. “Perfect.” He said with a proud smile.

With flowers in hand, he ventured further into the store, determined to complement the bouquet with something more personal. As he perused the aisles, the confectionery section beckoned him, and he decided on a box of assorted chocolates to add a sweet touch to the gift.

Billy's thoughtful quest didn't end there. He wanted this gesture to be memorable, so he meandered through the store, searching for a charming card to express his feelings. After scanning numerous options, he found one that captured the sentiment he couldn't put into words.

With the bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a heartfelt card, Billy approached the checkout counter, excitement and nervousness intertwining within him. The cashier smiled knowingly, recognizing the classic signs of someone gearing up for a special occasion.

As Billy left the supermarket, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and optimism. Valentine's Day was just tomorrow, and he was armed with a thoughtful ensemble that he hoped would win over her heart. He was confident with that.

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That night, as Billy arranged the flowers, placed the chocolates in a neat package, and signed the heartfelt card, a wave of nervous energy washed over him. He paced around his living room, talking to himself in hushed tones.

“Come on, Billy, you can do this," he whispered, trying to convince himself. He rehearsed what he would say, stumbling over words and then finding the right ones. The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as he debated the pros and cons of confessing his feelings.

“But what if she doesn't feel the same way?" he questioned, glancing at the bouquet as if seeking answers. The possibility of rejection gnawed at him, but a spark of determination flickered in his eyes.

He continued his one-man pep talk, encouraging himself to take the leap. "You've got a great plan, a thoughtful gift. She'll appreciate the effort, right?" Billy mumbled, almost convincing himself that everything would unfold perfectly.

As he prepared for the following day, the internal dialogue persisted. “Is it worth the risk?" Doubts and insecurities clouded his thoughts, but the desire for something more pushed him forward.

With a deep breath, Billy reflected on the moments they shared, the smiles they exchanged, and the connection that had grown between them. The idea of spending Valentine's Day alone, wondering "what if," outweighed the fear of rejection.

With a newfound determination, Billy set the stage for the next day, hopeful that his gesture would be met with warmth.

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Valentine's Day arrived, and Billy meticulously groomed himself, selecting an outfit that radiated a charming blend of casual and sophisticated. He spared no effort in ensuring he looked his best, as he hoped to make a lasting impression on his neighbor. He even had a clean shaven face.

As he stood before the mirror, smoothing down his shirt, a surge of confidence filled him. "You've got this," he told himself, determined to approach the day with positivity.

As he made his way to his neighbor's door with the carefully arranged gifts, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through him. The bouquet of flowers and box of chocolates were held tightly in his hands, his heart pounding with anticipation.

He really got this. He is about to do it!

However, just as fate often teases with irony, a moment of clumsiness struck. As he approached her door, he tripped over an uneven sidewalk, sending the bouquet of flowers, the box of chocolates, and the heartfelt card soaring through the air. Panic and disappointment washed over him as he watched his carefully arranged gifts scatter in all directions.

“No!” He exclaimed , looking at the gifts he had gotten on the floor. The box of chocolates was open and out , the flowers looked wrinkled , and the card landed on mud.

Billy's heart sank, and for a moment, he contemplated abandoning the mission altogether. He muttered discouraging words to himself, convinced that this mishap had sealed his fate. "I knew I couldn't do this. It was a silly idea," he murmured, berating himself for what seemed like a comedy of errors. “God.. I’m such an fuck up.”

As Billy remained on the sidewalk, contemplating the shattered pieces of his planned surprise, he heard the door behind him creak open. To his surprise, Y/N, with a curious and concerned expression, rushed outside, witnessing the aftermath of the unexpected mishap.

“Billy, are you okay?" she asked, genuine worry etched on her face as she took in the scene. She noticed the scattered flowers, the fallen chocolates, and the way he looked disheartened.

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and disappointment, Billy stammered, "I, uh, I..”

Embarrassment flushed across Billy's face as he stammered, "I... I wanted to give you something for Valentine's Day." He admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The weight of the moment hung in the air as he awaited her reaction.

To his surprise, instead of disappointment, a warm smile spread across her face. "Really? For me?" she exclaimed, genuine delight replacing any concern she initially had. Her eyes twinkled with a mix of surprise and joy.

Billy nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Yeah, I wanted it to be perfect, but..." he gestured helplessly toward the scattered gifts, now gathered in his hands. “But, well, it's all ruined now."

To his surprise, she smiled, shaking her head. "Ruined? Not at all, Billy. It's the thought that counts, and this unexpected twist just makes it even more special. I appreciate the effort you put into this."

Perplexed by her response, Billy couldn't help but question, "But, I mean, everything went wrong. I tripped, gifts flew everywhere. How is that not ruined?"

She chuckled warmly, meeting his eyes with understanding. "Billy, it's not about everything going perfectly. It's about the sincerity and effort behind the gesture. The fact that you went through all this trouble to make Valentine's Day special for me means more than anything."

As she spoke, Billy found himself reconsidering his perspective. Perhaps, he realized, the mishap hadn't ruined everything; it had added an element of authenticity to his expression of feelings. His neighbor's reassurance made him appreciate the beauty in the unpredictability of life.

With a smile, she added, "Besides, it's the story we create together that matters. This unexpected twist just makes our Valentine's Day more memorable, don't you think?"

Billy couldn't help but nod in agreement, grateful for the wisdom and understanding his neighbor brought to the situation.

Encouraged by her understanding, Billy took a deep breath, reminding himself of his original intention. The scattered gifts, though imperfect, became a symbol of their shared moment, and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Summoning his courage, he looked into Y/N's eyes and said, "You know, there's something else I wanted to ask you. I was wondering.. if you'd like to go out on a date with me sometime. You don’t have to say yes but..”

His words hung in the air, and a nervous energy surrounded them. The unexpected mishap had paved the way for a more genuine connection, and as he awaited her response, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability played on his face.

Y/N, who had been through the rollercoaster of surprises that evening, grinned warmly. "I would love that, Billy. It sounds like a perfect idea."

Billy's heart swelled with happiness as he processed his neighbor's positive response. A smile graced his face, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement about the prospect of a date.

“I'm looking forward to it. Maybe.. Saturday at six pm?” he replied, a mix of relief and joy in his voice. She nodded and smiled. “Sure. I would love that.” She responded. He can’t believe it. His plan went great! Well.. it wasn’t how he expected but it went great! He was getting the woman of his dreams.

Then with a playful twinkle in her eye, she suggested, "Why don't you come inside for a bit? I've actually made some cake, and I think we could use a sweet ending to this eventful day."

Billy's spirits lifted even more at the invitation. "Sure, I'd love that," he said, appreciating the warmth and comfort she offered.

As they stepped into her cozy home, the scent of freshly baked cake enveloped them. They continued to talk, sharing stories and laughter, turning what could have been a discouraging day into one filled with unexpected connections and delightful surprises.

Feeling a genuine connection blossoming, Billy couldn't help but appreciate the unpredictability of life. In the warmth of her company, he found not only a wonderful Valentine's Day but also the promise of something more meaningful.

Days turned into weeks, and their days together were filled with smiles, shared interests, and the joy of discovering each other. Eventually, what started as a nervous attempt to express his feelings blossomed into a beautiful romance.

In the end, Billy's Valentine's Day plan, despite its bumps and surprises, led him to a happy ending. A love story that unfolded unexpectedly but perfectly, just like the imperfectly perfect bouquet of flowers.

#billy washington #billy washington x reader #billy washington x you #billy washington x fem!reader #this is my first fic #pls be nice ._.#trigger point #ewan mitchell #billy washington imagine #billy washington x y/n #my writings ˚ ༘♡ ⋆

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haerieee · 6 months

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{ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ˢʰⁱᵗᵗʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵃᵐᵇˡᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ }

"i want to kill the person who set that paper."

"pfft damn"

y/n stood at the door looking gloomy, it was as though there was a thundercloud floating above her head.

the redhead, trying to stifle his laughter, pats her shoulder in consolation. you were currently staying at karma's house temporarily, so coming home at 7pm after a shitty exam PLUS a 2hr long tuition to your cute and sassy boyfriend was definitely what you needed, but also what you dreaded.

"wasn't it quite easy?"

karma teased with that annoying ass smile on his face. he took your bag from your shoulder and put it on the couch.

"easy for you, smartass."

"i thought it was the easiest paper i've ever done. i finished it in an hour actually"

"ha. ha. keep that up and i'm not going to talk to you anymore"

y/n playfully smacked him on his shoulder and karma chuckled and nodded, agreeing not to tease his girlfriend any longer.

"i can't believe what i studied didn't even come out. what a waste of time.."

y/n sighed as she went to give her boyfriend a hug. she needed to recharge her battery after a long day and feeling his warmth and inhaling the faint scent of his cologne was blissful.

"yeah, you could have spent that time hanging out with me."

karma sulked as he hugged y/n back before pecking her forehead.

"i made you your favourite meal, aren't i such a great boyfriend?"

he gestured to the food that he had prepared on the dining table. y/n's eyes lit up and she smiled, she tiptoed and pecked karma's cheeks as a token of appreciation for cheering her up after her exam.

"you're my lovely and great boyfriend indeed."

"and you are my lovely girlfriend no matter how badly you flunked your exa- ouch"

no matter how bad her days were, returning to their home and to him would immediately turn her days into beautiful ones. ♡

ⁱ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵉˣᵃᵐ ᵗᵈʸ ˢᵒ ⁱ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵒˡᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ :''⁾ ᵖˡˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁱ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵏᵃʳᵐᵃ ᵃᵏᵃᵇᵃⁿᵉ, ⁱ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ʳⁿ

ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵃˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ !

#o heavens pls bless me with a karma akabane in real life #omg first time not a angst cheating fic are yall proud #fked up my lab exam tdy my percentage error calculated was 56%💀#woah i beautified my fonts and fics took me an hr to find a nice one urgh #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #karma assassination classroom #assasination classroom #akabane karma #karma x reader #karma fluff #fluff #karma #karma akabane

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1horrormoviewhore1 · 8 months

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~HEX GIRLS~

When everyone on the internet thinks you and your band are a coven of witches even Colby's starting to think the rumors are true

It was our last set for our U.S mini tour as the hex girls. Our last leg of shows landed us in our home state of California and Nevada for some of our friends like Colby,Sam, and Kat sam's girlfriend. After this we would go on a 5-6 month hiatus to freak everyone out our adoring fans and it was a pr move to get the sales up for our new album coming out when we got back.

Sam, Colby, and Kat were probably our only true friends. Let's be honest here everyone else in the celebrity and influencer world were a bunch of fakes and then you had that handful of people who were true friends they were actually real towards you no matter what happened, who had your back in the biggest fights so on and so forth.

For us going on this hiatus is risky but the good kind of risky. You have to do what you have to do sometimes in show business even if that means people think your band is a coven of witches I mean it matched the vibe we set out but that doesn't mean we were or do it. I mean when we do witchcraft it isn't even bad just some manifesting among other things like spell jars but that's pretty much it.

People are going around the internet saying we're devil worshippers and satanists and that we eat babies to stay mega young and that's why we have such baby faces. Like no Martha we just do skin care and go to the gym often like the fuck.

Anyway as we get ready to perform a fan favorite song Hex Girl (ironic that it's a fan favorite huh) I see Colby in the crowd with Sam and kat they have white claws in their hands am I surprised no. I give him a little side smirk as the lighting changes and I get ready to sing. I take a little breath in and close my eyes to get ready for the music to play I hear the drums and guitar and I know it's show time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Colbys~pov~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I see Y/n standing there on stage she gives me a little smirk as she closes her eyes and the music starts to play.

"I'm gonna cast a spell on you"

"Oh no it looks like the hex girls have him under their spell Sam " kat giggled as she nudged her boyfriends side with her elbow

"your gonna do what I want you to"

"oh no is right look he's literally drooling over her I've lost my best friend to the witches of the music industry" Sam laughed as he patted me on the back

"mix it up here in my little bowl"

I pull my eyes away from her even if I didn't want to. I looked at Sam and kat

"what did you guys say?" I asked as they looked at me dumbstruck

"say a few words and you lose control"

"oh he really is whipped for her" Sam said as he took a drink of his white claw while tugging kat into his side by her shoulders and she snuggled up into his side

"Im a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

"what are you guys talking about I'm not whipped for her" I glared at Sam and kat as they looked at me for a second before laughing at me like I had just said the funniest thing in the world. I scoffed at them and turned back to watch Y/n sing

" Im gonna put a spell on you"

"you guys dont know what you talking about I'm just supporting our friends" I scoffed at them and turned back to watch Y/n sing.

"Im a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

Her words echoed in my mind. I don't know if that's how it was supposed to be but it felt like she was staring directly at me as she sang

"You'll feel the fog as I cloud your mind you'll get dizzy when I make the sign"

After she sang those words I felt weightless, like I was floating above the crowd like she put some spell on me I couldn't shake the feeling

"You'll wake up in the dead of night"

After I really let it sink in as I watched her do the sign I could only assume to be the band logo it almost all made sense like she had written this song bout me or what she planned to happen to me

"Missing me when I'm out of sight "

I had liked her ever since I had met her since kat had introduced us at her release party for lala land about ...... Ago she had caught my site as soon as her, her sister daisy, and their band mate dusk

" I'm a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

I remember it like it was yesterday kat had introduced us and then we just kinda broke off from the group and stayed in the corner of the room talking and drinking the night away

"I'm gonna put a spell on you"

I felt like I had known her for years after that night like I had just rediscovered an old friend from back home we practically hit it off and we exchanged numbers and now ..... Later as I stood here in the crowd of her show mesmerized by her as she stared at me dead in the eyes

"I'm a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

Maybe the rumors online about them being witches were true. I felt weightless like she had me on a string and she had me by her pointer finger and thumb

" With this little cobweb potion"

She kept staring at me , me doing the same not being able to look away it felt like we were connected in some type of special way, maybe she likes me the same way I liked her maybe she wanted to be with me just as bad as I wanted to be with her

" you'll fall into dark devotion"

Her eyes got darker the longer we kept staring at each other just as I felt like something was going to happen she broke eye contact with me and looked off stage at who I could only guess was a stage hand

"if you ever lose affection"

"look who decided to come back down to earth after that insanely tense staring match with his girlfriend" Sam said as he and kat laughed at the teasing at my expense

"I could change your whole direction"

"I was not staring at her" I said with a huff as kat giggled at me

"ya know I could put in a good word for you with her if you really wanted me to" kat said as she put her hand on my shoulder

"Wait you would really do that!?" I said a little too quickly for my liking

"HA I knew he had a crush on her did you see how fast he perked up at that" Sam said as he pointed at me " you owe me 5 bucks my dear Katrina" he said with his hand out

"wait you guys bet on me having a crush on Y/n" I asked

"yep" kat said popping the 'p'

" we sure did brother, so when are you going to grow a pair and ask her out" Sam asked as he pocketed the 5 bucks kat gave him out of her purse

" Im a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

"I have no clue to be honest I don't even think she likes me that way" I said as I signed and looked up at the stage catching Y/n's eye once again

"I'm gonna put a spell on you"

She winked and smirked at me as she sang so I could only thank God that the lights were red so Sam and kat couldn't see me blushing at our small interaction

"I'm a hex girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you"

"you should do it after the show at the after party I'm sure we could find some flowers or something at a corner store for her" kat said as she looked at me then to the stage as me and Y/n kept our little staring contest going

"we're gonna put a spell on all of youuu"

As she sang those last words smoke bombs went off in front of her,Daisy, and Dusk as they raised their hands and crossed them over their chests. Then as the smoke cleared everyone cheered as they had seemingly disappeared behind the cover of smoke

As the lights of the venue returned to normal so people wouldn't trip on their way out after the show. All I could think of was what and how I was going to tell Y/n how I have the biggest crush imaginable on her and I've had it since I met her and that I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

#rickey needs to stfu #colby brock x fem! reader #colby brock #sam golbach #sam and colby #katrina stuart #singer reader #this is my first fic lmfao pls be nice

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kisskiss--fallinlove · 3 months

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⋆ Taken Care Of ⋆

KYOYA X TAMAKI

Sickfic, you know the drill. Kyoya wakes up feeling on the verge of death (he has a minor illness), Tamaki insists on taking care of him. Set in the future when they’re both adults with jobs, no specific age, marital status or job clarification so go crazy with your headcanons I guess.

WARNINGS: The illness is unspecified but similar to the flu I guess, if you require specifics. I don’t think an emeto warning is necessary, there’s no vomit but possible slight reference to it?? Pretty easy to miss if that kind of thing doesn’t bother you, but I thought I should still mention it just in case. Pretty vague about sickness overall to be honest.

WORD COUNT: 1340

WILL BE POSTED ON Ao3 AND WATTPAD AT A LATER DATE AND EDITED AT THAT TIME WITH LINKS. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Kyoya felt awful.

From the second he awoke he was hit with a searing pain in his forehead, which, as he discovered when bringing up a hand to grasp it in a futile attempt to calm the aching, was drenched with sweat. He nestled down into his blankets for a second, allowing himself a moment's relief before he got up to face the day. As terrible as he felt, and as much as he detested waking up this early, he simply couldn't be late for work. The very thought of leaving his bed was daunting — he was already far from being an early riser, but the condition he was in wasn't helping with that in the slightest. Still, he mused with a soft groan, if he didn't get up now he wasn't sure he ever would.

Reluctantly, Kyoya swung his legs out of bed and stood up — only to immediately stumble back onto the bed, vision blurred and stomach lurching. This movement seemed to wake up Tamaki, who stirred beside him with a confused "mrph?"

"Go back to sleep, Tamaki, you don't have to be up yet," Kyoya attempted to assure him, surprised at the raspy voice in which his words were spoken. He didn’t understand. He'd been fine last night, if a little more drowsy than usual, but now the very act of speaking felt akin to swallowing sandpaper.

Tamaki, ever-compassionate and caring for his partner's wellbeing, very annoyingly ignored him. "Kyo, are you okay?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking worriedly at his partner. "You don't sound too well."

"I'll be fine," Kyoya insisted weakly. He tried once more to stand up, but every fibre of his body seemed intent on pulling him back down. "Just ... give me a second."

"You look terrible," Tamaki continued, lifting a hand to press against Kyoya's face. Kyoya couldn’t resist leaning in to the touch. "You feel terrible. You're boiling!"

"It's fine. I don't even feel too warm," Kyoya said, thinking it best to leave out the perhaps more concerning detail that he was, in fact, shivering.

Tamaki removed his hand to instead wrap his arms around Kyoya’s waist, gently yet firmly tugging him further into the bed. "Please come back to bed, mon amour. You can't go to work in this state!"

Kyoya considered it. It wouldn't be right to infect anyone else, he supposed — and he really did just want to crawl back into bed for all eternity (or, until he felt a little bit better at the very least).

"Maybe I should," he finally admitted with a sigh. He climbed back under the covers, practically melting into the comfort of his still-warm pillow as the mattress — Kyoya still had no idea as to how Tamaki had acquired one quite so soft — caressed his aching limbs.

"Good, because I'm not letting you leave this house — no, this bed — until you're better."

"Is that so?" Kyoya responded dryly. He rolled his tired eyes at Tamaki's dramatic declaration, before allowing them to flutter shut once more.

He'd surprised himself, giving in so easily like that. He ought to go back on his decision and find a way to get his work done regardless. He'd worked through illnesses before; it was just what he'd been raised to do, he supposed. But things had been different since Tamaki entered his life — Tamaki would practically force Kyoya to take breaks ever since they were younger, even when he wasn't ill. He didn't quite understand that, and wrote it off as some overprotective nature Tamaki had developed from his own upbringing while caring for his sick mother — but it did help him. Kyoya would feel better after spending time with Tamaki even when he hadn't realised he’d previously been feeling badly at all. On a similar note, Tamaki had filled a gap in Kyoya's life he hadn't known had been there to begin with, so he supposed that was just the effect Tamaki had. Now, he vaguely felt the man in question press a soft kiss to his forehead, the rest of his surroundings an incomprehensible haze as he drifted (quite without meaning to) into slumber.

Kyoya hadn't the slightest idea of how long he'd been asleep, but when he awoke he felt the most well-rested he'd been for perhaps as long as he could remember.

The door creaked open, startling Kyoya. Shouldn't Tamaki be at work by now? What time was it, even?

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" Tamaki whisper-yelled, as though the act of lowering his voice would magically send Kyoya right back to sleep.

"It's fine, I was already —" Kyoya began, then, remembering why he's been so startled in the first place, deflected with, "forget that. What are you doing here?"

"Hm? I live here, silly." Tamaki walked further into the room, revealing to Kyoya a tray he was balancing in his hands. Kyoya was now propped up onto his elbows, looking inquisitively at his partner.

"You're meant to be at work." Shit. Work. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion to inform them of his absence.

"I already told them I'm not coming in today," said Tamaki. He must have noticed Kyoya's panicked expression, because he added, "I did the same for you too."

Kyoya frowned. Tamaki seemed fine, particularly given the lack of the dramatics that usually accompanied any illness Tamaki subtracted. "You're not sick as well, are you?"

"No! I just want to take care of you."

That was what Kyoya had feared. "I can take care of myself," he told him with an exasperated sigh. "There's no reason for us both to miss work. I didn't even want to in the first place."

Tamaki let out a fond laugh. "You don't have to be so independent, mon cheri. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I want to be here to help. It won't hurt to let yourself be taken care of for once!" He sat beside Kyoya; gingerly, so as not to send the contents of the tray flying. "Now, are you hungry? I thought it best not to bring anything else unless you wanted it, I know how funny you get with food when you're unwell, but I'll make you anything you want. Drinks included — but have some water first, okay?"

As Tamaki continued his ramblings, Kyoya looked properly at the tray for the first time. It was one of the nicer ones they owned; lilac and white china, emblazoned with a beautiful rose pattern. It may well have been Kyoya's favourite, if he were to choose one. Set upon it was a jug of water beside a tall, ice-filled glass, as well as a miniature vase which proudly displayed a singular violet rose. Kyoya smiled despite himself. Trust Tamaki to go all out, even for something so simple as preparing a glass of water.

"You'll have to go back to work tomorrow," Kyoya said, pouring himself some water as instructed. It wasn't as though either of them desperately needed to be in work — they quite obviously had more than enough money to get by — it was the principle of missing work that unnerved Kyoya so.

"It's almost like you don't want me here," Tamaki chuckled.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, not indulging Tamaki's joke, though he couldn’t help but to inwardly remark on just how untrue it was. "I just don't want you skipping work for no good reason.”

"You're a good reason," Tamaki said, his voice earnest as he handed Kyoya the now-full glass. "I want to be here for you whenever you need me."

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that (Tamaki could find a way to make anything a grand declaration of love, and though Kyoya loved the fool right back all the more for it, those moments never failed to catch him off guard), so he took the glass in one hand, and Tamaki's free hand in the other.

Tamaki was most certainly going to be in work tomorrow, even if Kyoya had to drag him there himself. But for now he was too tired to argue, so he decided, for once, to let himself be taken care of.

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sutherkins · 11 months

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for the peter sutherland girlies 💌

people had always judged him. it came with having a father who was branded a traitor. he didn’t even care when people talked about him, but now the conspiracy nuts were targeting you. a completely innocent person, all because you had chosen to associate with him. he didn’t understand it, didn’t think he ever would. and to make it worse, you wouldn’t even let him defend you.

if you were being honest you didn’t really mind the rumors. at least, not the ones about you. the things people said about you bore no comparison to the horrible lies they spread about peter simply because of who his father was.

“why won’t you let me defend you?” peter asks one night when they’re in bed, some random show on the history channel playing in the background.

you sigh. “puppy, the things those people say about me are even close to as bad as the things people say about you.” shifting in bed slightly closer to him and taking his hand in yours. “besides, as stupid as it is, you have to keep your head down a little. if not for yourself then at least for me. you’ve worked so hard to get where you are and i don’t want some idiots on a the internet to ruin that.”

peter squeezes your hand and remains calm even though a fire was brewing inside when he thought of the things those people said about you. “you see the things they say about you, right?”

a moment passes. “yes.”

“the things they say about you aren’t just nothing. i can barely make it reading through a couple without wanting to punch someone. not that i go looking for them or anything, it’s just frustrating. at least the people talking about me have a story to run with about the son of a traitor. you haven’t done anything wrong. how do you deal with it? that kind of hate, specifically?”

you mute the tv now, being able to tell this was going to be a longer conversation than you anticipated. “you mean the misogyny?”

peter nods.

“i don’t know if what i do is dealing with it, really. none of the things they say are true. about you or me. i know who i am and i know who you are, too. of course it hurts that lies are being spread about me just because of who i love, and it hurts that there are people out there with so much hate in their heart that they feel the need to take it out on me. and on you. but they’re wrong. that’s enough for me.”

a couple seconds pass before you speak again, “i’ll still defend you from stupid trolls online though.”

“so you can do it but i can’t?” he smiles.

you love his smile and wished it was a permanent fixture on his face. “pretty much, bub. i know you don’t like talking about it too much but, you deserve it.”

“and you don’t?”

narrowing your eyes at him, you tell him, “that’s not what i’m saying, you dork. im saying you deserve to have someone looking out for you. i already have someone to look out for me no matter what. you’ve been doing it since we met.”

peters eyes haven’t moved from yours, and they’re full of love for you. “it’s weird.”

you tilt your head. “what is?”

“having someone look out for me. i haven’t had someone do that for me in a while. even when i was with zoe.” he meant it. you were always supportive of him and it never wavered, even when he told you who his father was. when he needed someone to lean on, he always knew you’d be there with open arms.

you smiled softly, your hand reaching up to touch his face. “i kinda figured. it’s not that i don’t want or appreciate your support, i promise. you give so much to me without even thinking about it and i wanted and still want to do the same for you. you’re a good man, peter. the best man i’ve ever known. it kills me knowing what you’ve been through and that no one even bothered to support you afterwards.”

a couple minutes pass, his eyes closed and your palm resting on his cheek. peter savors this moment of peace and unconditional love that he hasn’t known in a long time. soon his left hand was moving towards yours, gently grabbing it and giving it a short kiss. “i love you. you know that, right?”

“i do.” you lean forward to kiss his forehead, feeling the tension leave his body from just your touch. “you know i love you too, right? i know you sometimes have a hard time accepting it because it’s not what you’re used to, but i love you with everything i’ve got. nothing’ll ever change that and i mean it. you’re kinda stuck with me.”

peter lets out a small chuckle, bringing you close to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “i know. i may not always understand it, but i know.”

#peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland #the night agent #gabriel basso #i wrote this while listening to cardigan by taylor swift #its very peter coded #peter needs to feel like he matters and is important and that hes worth fighting for #peter sutherland fluff #peter sutherland needs comfort too #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #peter sutherland x you #pls be nice this is my first reader insert 😃#i havent written anything in a long time too so #peter just gives me a lot of ideas for fics #i love him so much ur honor

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covenofthearticulate · 2 months

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Home Court Advantage Rating: G Characters: Daniel Molloy, Louis de Pointe du Lac Additional Tags: excessive use of basketball terminology, just guys being bros, Daniel has such a crush on Louis it's embarrassing Word Count: 6,674

“Okay, well, see! You’ve never been to this bar, and you’ve never been with me, and you’ve never gone just to hang out. Think of it as a social experiment. Like a…like a bro date.” Oh, he hates himself as soon as those last two words come out of his mouth. He’s too old to say shit like that, but he doesn’t know how else to frame it. A little dose of modern masculinity, he thinks, would do them good. Not that Daniel was ever a broncking buck when it came to the world of sports and beer and the good ol’ American Way, but it feels nostalgic, at least. The sticky floor, the wood paneling, the smell of grease and hops. This is familiar. This is anywhere and everywhere, USA. There’s a strange calmness, even in the midst of the shouting and the flashing screens; a sense of normality he’ll never get at the opera or the symphony or any of the other date night destinations he frequents with Armand. “Besides,” he adds as they stroll through the doors, “if the Warriors tank too hard, you can always dip out for a little snack.”

[Read on AO3]

#[banging pots and pans] LOUIS AND DANIEL LOUIS AND DANIEL LOUIS AND DANIEL!!!!!!!!!!#happy valentine’s day my loves!#if this sucks pls be nice to me LOL this is my very first time ever writing Daniel #i'm still.......unsure about it but. at least this was fun #also sorry if i got the basketball shit wrong LMAO #my wriitng #vc fic #vampire chronicles #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy

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sigridsdottir · 1 year

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Reflecting, on him & I [ubbe fic]

Ubbe's wife watches him from the window, playing with their children. She cannot help but reflect on what he means to her.

I admired Ubbe.

I watched his braid dance in the air as he played with our children in the sand. The sun shining, a gentle zephyr, calm sea.

When I gave birth, crying out in ancient female pain, he was there. And when the midwife pulled out our baby to reveal a daughter, his eyes glistened with tears. Tears of joy.

And the same with our son.

He took pride in them, and spent the days teaching them things. How to find the fullest berry bush in the woods, how to carve the sharpest arrows, how to sing Nordic songs. But he worried for them, too. He feared the day of our son’s first raid. He feared that men would covet our daughter.

These are the things he would tell me before we slept at night. We laid together each night, and I traced his cheekbones, like knives, lit by moonlight. He held me closely to him, his arms unyielding but delicate.

I was drawn to him when I was young. He was Prince, and I was invisible. I feared that I would remain so forever.

Until one day. I was carrying a bucket of water, on top of my head, when I tripped. It came crashing down, turning the dirt to mud and soaking my dress. Hot tears of frustration rushed to my eyes. But before I could weep-

“Do you need help?” A voice asked.

He stood there in front of me. Blue eyes staring into mine, quizzically.

After a beat, he nodded to himself. “I’ll get you water.”

What… the fuck… is happening?

He picked the bucket from the fresh mud and headed off.

Nearly every day after that, he appeared. Flowers in a bundle on my doorstep. Wolf skins, for warmth. Skeins of the softest yarn. A teasing flirt. A thoughtful conversation. A kiss.

Eventually, we married. All the sudden, I was the most visible woman in Kattegat. And these moments, at the end of our days, when we lay alone together, became precious.

I stare into his oceanic eyes, stormy as seas, clear as skies. I smell his scent, wild like the woods. I touch his face, scarred skin soothing at my caress. I feel his body pressed against mine, his heat welcome in the winter. His rough palms lay on my stomach, where I have held his children. His soft lips kiss my cheek and his beard tickles my neck. He whispers things in my ear. That he loves me, that the gods made me with him in mind.

I admire Ubbe for he is good and kind, but he does not bend to the will of any man. I must be favored by some god, for Ubbe is the man who rocks me in his arms, night after night.

#this is my first fic! ahh #pls be nice #its kind of mush because thats how looking at ubbe makes me feel #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x oc #ubbe x reader #vikings imagines #vikings fanfic #mywork

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sunnibits · 1 year

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aaaa I just wanna hear izzy laugh so bad!! I want someone to crack him up and miraculously get a genuine smile out of him for the first time in like two decades. I want him to overhear some funny bit from the crew’s shared stories that actually makes him huff a little snort, only for him to immediately try to hide it. I want to hear that gravelly, deep rusty chuckle of his goddamnit!!! I want everyone to hear it and immediately whip their heads up in wide eyed shock. (is that… izzy?? laughing???? I didn’t even know he could DO that). (something in ed’s chest creaks a little to hear it again. it’s been so long since he’s heard that sound). I will not rest until my boy gets a tiny shred of happiness and that’s final!!!!

#I want GIGGLING. GIGGLING I SAY!!! STUPID TIPSY DRUNK GIGGLING!!!!! I’M NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT #izzy hands #ofmd #genuinely I love con’s lil chuckle so much idc I’ll fight ppl on this hill #it’s all nasally and rough. perfection.#pls god I need to see Izzy do a little soft half-chuckle and that lil head shake with his arms crossed and his head bowed #leaning against the wall talking to Jim or someone idc #just give him. a nice moment. pls. Izzy laughter in my life immediately!! I demand it!#god tho… I read a fic onfe that mentioned izzy laughing like. for the first time in front of lucius #and I forget the exact line but they described it something like ‘rusted and like it had been keelhauled a couple of times’#like it was rough and out of practice from years of disuse #but like there was something so miraculous about it?? so magical?#and BOY has that mental image/thought HAUNTED me since I read it!!#imagine someone just making him laugh once and then trying to make him laugh again and again just so they can hear it…..#FUCKK #he. him. god. fuck. I have emotions.

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lushvbes · 2 years

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Neighbours - Chris Evans

Pairing : Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings : Strangers to lovers, sexual thoughts (mostly on Chris' part), alludes to smut, 18+

PART 2

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The house next door to Chris' had been empty since he bought his own. Until recently, that is, when an unfamiliar pick-up truck pulled up outside, with 3 dogs in the back.

Walking into his kitchen and shoving his jacket off, Chris observed carefully through the window at the young woman hugging the older woman who he assumed to be the realtor.

Taking a step back, she was expressing her admiration, before the realtor was off on her way.

As she turned around to watch the realtor walk away and drive off, Chris got a good look at her face, butterflies arousing in the depth of his stomach.

"Well aren't you such a pretty little thing?" He muttered to himself, taking a deep breath.

"Dodger!" He called out for his furry companion. "I think it's time for a walk buddy."

Taking Dodger outside, he saw you standing by your car. Bending over, you were trying to kill him by flipping your hair down to gather and tie up.

God, he wanted to tie you up.

Bent over, ass in the air, he could feel himself stiffening the more he looked at you.

Just gotta walk it off, he thought and forced himself to start to walk away.

He didn't want to take his eyes off of you.

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Chris was walking back down the street, Dodger striding happily beside him. Thoughts had been running through his mind since he left his home.

Heavy breathing. Hands all over your body. He could only imagine what those tits of yours look like.

A sudden loud bark and pull on the lead forced him out of his fantasies.

Dodger was pulling, squirming to get away and run to what seemed to be the other pups in the back of your truck.

"Hey," Chris tried to take control of the dog. "Dodge, come on."

Three more successive loud barks and Chris could barely control him anymore.

The attention was grabbed of the dogs in the car, barking back, seemingly in some sort of language.

"Hi," you called out, and came flitting down the stairs on the front porch. He did a double take. "Sorry, I think they're a bit pent up from a long car ride. I'm Y/N, I just bought this house."

Y/N. God she was even more beautiful up close.

Chris had to take a moment to remember how to talk.

"Chris," he introduced himself. "I live next door."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." He had known about you for all of an hour and he was already obsessed. And he was desperate to cling onto anything he could to keep you close. "So, where did you move from?"

He swore your smile could light up the whole city.

"Baltimore."

"Wow, long drive."

"Yeah, 7 hours, I think it was?"

He let out a huff of air.

"Why'd you move here?"

He just had to know more about you.

"New job," he raised his eyebrows. "I'm a doctor."

"Wow. A doctor, huh?"

You nodded.

Impressive, more than just a pretty face.

"Exciting."

He didn't know what to say next.

Change the subject, keep the conversation going.

"What are your dog's names?"

"Uh, Major Tom," you pointed to the biggest of the dogs, "Short Rib," the brown and white spotted one, "and Mac and Cheese."

"You named your dog Mac and Cheese?" You nodded. "I like it."

"Who's this little guy's name?" You asked back, squatting down to stroke Dodger's head.

"Dodger."

You went silent for a second, thinking.

"Baseball?" You questioned.

A laugh escaped him.

"Yeah."

"Nice. Hi buddy."

You continued your little conversation with Dodger, scratching behind his ears and smiling widely.

"So how's it going?" Chris asked, his deep blue eyes meeting yours. "I know moving days are always stressful."

A sigh left your lips as your chest heaved. He couldn't help but sneak a peek. God, you were beautiful.

"It's been insane," You started your rant. "My fridge doesn't work, and the moving truck with all of my shit got delayed, so now it's coming- well, it's supposed to come tomorrow, but it got delayed to Sunday, but apparently everyone has to take Sunday off," you rolled your eyes. "So it's really coming Monday. If it even is coming at this point. I only packed for a night so all I've got is a mattress, a couple packets of dog food, and a box of clothes. And the power isn't on yet. So I'm relying on my solar powered portable charger. And then, on top of all of that, the water's off, but not in the whole house, it's just off in the showers, so they don't work."

"My shower works."

He said it without thinking.

Regret filled his mind. Not regret, but, something definitely akin to it.

Embarassment? Maybe.

Nerves? Without a doubt.

The look in your eyes made Chris feel a shriveling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Would it be totally insane if I used it?"

He let out a breath of relief.

"Not at all."

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You felt insane.

What were you thinking, showering in the house of a man you just met?

Admittedly a very, very attractive man who made your head go fuzzy, but a stranger nonetheless.

"Towels are just in here, call out if you need any help with the shower."

Chris walked out of the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind him before you could reply.

He simply did something to you that you couldn't explain.

You quickly got a towel out of the cabinet and undressed before you let your thoughts get too far.

Pulling the handle of the shower and turning it a little to the left, it felt stuck. Pulling a little harder, it felt even more jammed and there was no water coming out of the showerhead.

Wrapping the towel around you, you opened the bathroom door and called out for Chris. He showed up inexplicably fast.

"I think there's something wrong with your showerhead." His eyebrows furrowed. "It's not working."

He slid past you and into the bathroom. You couldn't ignore the way your breasts lightly brushed his hard chest.

"Sometimes it sticks, I'm sorry."

With a bit of a jiggle and a little maneuver, water started pouring from the head.

It was only when Chris turned around a little too quickly that you had noticed how close you were standing behind him.

In an instant, his chest was touching yours, your eyes timidly moving up to look at him. You almost felt dwarfed by his sheer size.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, tilting his head down to look at you. You hadn't dared to move.

His hands came up and rested on your waist.

"Are you thinking about the same thing that I'm thinking about?"

His voice had gotten deeper, sending a shock down your spine and straight to your core.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Good girl."

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x fem!reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #this is my first fic #pls be nice

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tangledstarlight · 8 months

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i hear the rocks and the stones (echoing our song)

juke | ao3 | 4,856 words |complete

“Alright, boss?” Luke asks, voice low and soft as his thumb rubs over her knuckles and looks down at her. Or maybe he’d already been looking at her, Julie doesn’t know. “Mhm,” she hums, trying for a smile but knowing it probably looks as forced as it feels, “Just thinking about how every time I’ve been on this elevator it’s led to a fight.” Luke chuckles lightly and the smile on his lips makes her own start to feel more real, like an instinct that she just can’t fight, something that grows stronger when he seems to echo her own thoughts, “Aye well, at least we know darling Maleficent won't be waiting down there for us.”

aka the once upon a time-esque juke au that's taken up residence in my head for the last week. based on s5 ep20 where emma and hook try to find ambrosia that will let him come back to life.

(i come crawling out of the depths of my own kind of hell to give you all ✨this✨. don't need to have watched ouat to understand, it's pretty straight forwards!)

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fics #people you should have seen me trying to remember how to post on ao3. it is not riding a bike. i was very confused ghfjd #anyway. is this any good? debatable! but it is the first thing i have managed to complete in a whole year so i'm throwing it into the #world anyway. pls enjoy. pls be nice 😌#*fics #also. enjoy my cute lil graphic. i had to improvise because i finally manged to cnacel my #photoshop subscription lmoa

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jaythesaltybastard · 7 months

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Title: Too-Loving Eyes

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Stephen Strange

Characters: Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), others mentioned - Character

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stephen saves Tony in Endgame, POV Pepper Potts, minor Stephen POV, its like 3 paragraphs, Stephen is extremely obvious and Pepper is so onto him, Stephen Strange Parenting Morgan Stark, Pre-OT3, Slow Burn, but not really because there is no timeline, One-Sided Attraction, for now, Precious Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Established Relationship, Established Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Cloak of Levitation (Marvel), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Time Skips, First Kiss, Stephen is like a baby deer, No beta we die like Tony (not), Fix-It

Summary: Tony snapped his fingers. Pepper was prepared to let go.

Then a wizard with too-loving eyes appeared, and the rest of their lives began.

#drpepperony #ironstrange #pepperony #what’s stephen and pepper called #my fic #marvel #stephen strange #tony stark #pepper potts #ot3 #morgan stark #fanfic #fanfiction #first marvel fic pls be nice #jay writes

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neonoddeye · 1 year

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Crush | College! Aki Hayakawa

I was listening to this song and it reminded me of Aki enough to get me back into writing! Excuse me for getting back into the swing of things; hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

CONTENT INCLUDES: cursing, reader and Aki are both in college and devils don’t exist because I enjoy being happy, GN! Reader ♡

P.S. I love Ethel Cain and you should, too

♬ Good men die too, oh, I’d rather be with you ♬

Sharp winter wind whips at your nose, but doesn’t do enough to lift your half-lidded eyes. You’re trudging along to your first class, an 8am political science course that you could not bring yourself to get excited over. The only excitement you can muster up for the morning is a coffee incentive, as the campus Starbucks is right next door, and God knows you need it.

You stumble into the auditorium along with the other zombified college students around you; there’s no one you can recognize so far, so you catch a middle-row seat. Instinctively, you pull up the creaky lap desk from the side of the chair, and slump over, letting out a long sigh. Let’s try and stay awake this time, you tell yourself, staring at the blinding fluorescent lights above you in an attempt to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.

Just as you begin fighting yourself from a five-second nap, you hear the chair on the right of you squeak in response to a person sitting next to it. You jump a little and spring up from your slouched position to see a tall man with jet-black hair pulled haphazardly into a topknot. His eyes are an abyssal blue, and his expression is stoic enough to make you believe that he never smiles. He is much too focused on rearranging his belongings to notice you gawking at him just yet.

Oh fuck, he’s cute

Unfortunately, the attractive man catches you staring at him, to which he simply replies, “good morning” quietly, then opens his laptop. “Morning”, you mutter sheepishly under your breath, following suit in taking out your notes for the class. Suddenly, you’re fully awake for the entire lecture, even if it’s a simple syllabus explanation. Half of your attention is on the grade percentages, and the other half is making sure the handsome guy next to you doesn’t catch you slacking.

The class is over briskly; you can’t tell if it’s due to it being a syllabus lecture, or if you were on maximum overdrive the entire time. You go your separate way from the mysterious man, and on your way to the Starbucks you promised. Subconsciously, you’re hoping you miraculously run into the guy at the coffee shop; at the forefront, you curse your naivety that’s bringing you to fall for the first conventionally attractive man that sits next to you at your first class of the semester.

And then he appears right behind you in line as soon as you get there, as if you summoned him right then. You turn around to face him, praying that this coincidence will get him to spark conversation with you.

“Oh, hey. You were just sitting next to me, right?” He says before covering his mouth to yawn.

“Y-yeah, I was. Way too early of a class, guess we all thought to get coffee afterwards.” You awkwardly laugh while moving your hair to cover your red ears.

“God, yeah. Would not be taking it in person if it gave us the option. I’m Aki, by the way. You?”

You reply with your name before you both avert your eyes to the menu to order something. A bit of awkward silence ensues before Aki interrupts. “Do you have time to sit down for a bit? I haven’t gotten to know many new people yet”.

“Yeah, sure, I’m good until the afternoon,” you reply a bit too brightly, giving him a small smile. Truth is, you could have a class in 10 minutes and still give Aki the same answer.

“A black americano? With 4 shots?” You turn to Aki as you both walk to a pair of cushioned seats in the corner of the café.

“Hey, we’re both college students here, can you blame me?” He jokingly replies, and you chuckle. The two of you continue to talk for a good while, the usual college conversation starters being used along with some casual bits of humor added in on your behalf. You find out he’s 20 majoring in psychology, and hasn’t found a club he quite likes yet. “I wanted to join a cooking club, but I couldn’t find one on campus. Guess that would be pretty awkward to set up.”

The conversation goes on for much longer than you expected; you did not expect to click so well with a stranger, especially such an attractive one. He looks at his phone for the time, and sighs as he realizes it’s about time for his next class. “Ah shit, I should go”, he says, with slight disappointment following his words. “This was nice though, we should do this again.” He gives a small smile to you before standing up to throw his drink away. “See ya”, he gives you a small wave before swiftly going to the nearest door.

“See ya?” As in “see you the next time we have this class?” Your heart seems to hit your chest, and you can’t tell if it’s from the caffeine or excitement. You smile to yourself before getting up yourself and heading to your next destination, Aki on your mind the whole way.

♬I only want him if he says it first to me♬

The second day of your political science class rolls around the corner, far too slowly for your liking. After waking up much too early to get ready, you nearly speed-walk to class, slightly panting once you reach the building. After scolding yourself for allowing a man to influence such behavior, you head on over to the same seat you had sat in previously.

Much to your surprise, Aki is already present and unloading his backpack. He hears your footsteps nearby and looks up to nod at you. “Morning, Y/N” he greets you, and you take the seat next to him awkwardly. “Good morning, Aki”, you smile at him before pulling yourself away from his gaze. He is too damn pretty at this hour.

The 45-minute class period plays out as usual, except now you’re somehow even more awake than last time. You even find yourself taking the best notes you ever have, as if you’re trying to subliminally prove to Aki that you’re a wonderful, studious student. As soon as the professor ends the class, you find yourself scrambling to put your belongings away, gradually slowing down so as to not seem like a desperate lunatic. Once you stand up to leave, you turn to Aki on cue:

“So uh-“

“Coffee?”

“I’m down”

The voyage to Starbucks is, yet again, filling your heart with enough adrenaline to omit the need for caffeine. Nonetheless, you’re planning your coffee order out in advance in your head while discussing the homework with Aki.

“Are you one of those guys that gets the same thing every time?” You tease Aki as he takes his venti iced americano.

“Yeah, I know what I like, so what? At least I don’t get a Frappuccino in the morning”. Aki says the last part quietly, referencing the person behind you two that ordered a venti mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino. You chuckle before taking your order, smiling like an idiot all the way to the counter.

The conversation between you and Aki is a little more lively than the last, given that you’ve had a few days to assimilate to the early mornings. You even manage to get the slightest ghost of a smile from the stoic man next to you, and your heart hops at your achievement. For the next 30 minutes, the world around you phases out, and Aki is the sole member of your focus. You pray silently that this routine carries out for at least a little while longer; you’d wake up at ungodly hours if it meant looking forward to this afterwards.

“Ah, damn, it’s 15 minutes before my class”, Aki rolls his eyes at his phone, then proceeds to gather himself to exit the café. Before standing up, he stops for a second, then takes a pen out of his backpack. “Can I see your cup for a second?” he asks you, and you nod hesitantly. Then, he carefully scribbles something on your brown cup sleeve, before gently handing your drink back to you.

“My class ends at 10:50, let me know when you’re free, yeah?” He winks at you before briskly walking out the door. You immediately grab your cup, turn it over, and see a phone number written neatly in black ink on the side of the sleeve. Your cheeks and ears turn red with excitement, and you immediately add the number in your contacts.

9:45: It’s me, Y/N. I’m free after 5 ;)

Call it naivety, but you feel that this is going to be a great semester.

If you read this far, thank you! I have a part 2 queued up in my head if this gets enough love :)

#chainsaw man #csm #csm fanfic #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #anime fanfic #anime #this is my first fic in well over a year pls be nice to me #loopdelta #ethel cain

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