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genshin-utopia · 3 years

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xiao | memories

note | thank you for the 1000+ followers. I don't deserve it with the lack of updates and motivation. Half a year and I finally decided to write again. This is similar to the "Moments with you" headcanons I do. I hope you like this new series I will be starting with each/most/some characters. Also big thank you to @arthurhastingpoems for betaing! This was suppose to end with smut but lol what happened.

Tags: Established relationship, extremely corny/cheesy lol, hurt/comfort, a tiny bit of violence, fluff, bittersweet if you squint

You never expected to fall deep in love with the man beside you, who’s seldom rough and cold. But also, so soft towards you, as if you were something precious to him. A collection of stories shared between the two of you.

It was rather unexpected when you first discovered you had a peculiar interest in Xiao’s arms or more specifically, his strength. You love how easy it was for Xiao to pick you up, as if you weighed nothing – that raw power that’s contained within. The first time you consciously discovered this fact was when you were playfully wrestling him due to playful banter.

You were both on the sofa, a soft comforter that left you unintentionally drowsy as you sink deeper into a comfortable state. On the other hand, Xiao was seated upright on the other end with a book in his hands. These were rare peaceful days that you both couldn’t afford frequently as duties kept you two occupied and most importantly, separated. As sleep started to overtake your senses, you started poking him lightly with your feet to draw his attention.

The slight twitch in response did not go unnoticed, however his gaze continued to be fixated on the literature in front of him. You, of course, did not mind as much but continued your ministrations to escape your drowsy state.

As time went by, you rose from your laying position and snuggled closer to him, laying your head softly onto his shoulders. You peered over curiously at the pages in front of you. Almost immediately, the words, “Rex Lapis,” neatly printed on the paper caught your eyes. Slightly irked at the fact that Xiao was paying more attention to Zhongli even in this situation, you started slowly tracing his arms with your fingers.

“Stop,” he commanded softly, not sparing a glance at your direction.

You ignored his words, your hands trailing further down to his chest before swiping the book from his hands quickly.

Chuckling to yourself in triumph, you edge yourself towards the other end of the couch, away from him. However, you can’t escape from Xiao. Within seconds, your back is on the sofa with him hovering above you.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you attempted to stretch your arm, with the book in your hands, up to where Xiao couldn’t reach. That attempt was proven to be futile as his body presses you down with his larger one, ceasing all movement. You continued to squirm away from his grip until suddenly Xiao traps both your wrists above your head with one hand, the book slipping away in the process.

Xiao’s free arm cages your head, not allowing you to look away. He slowly lowers himself to your ear, whispering, “Where are you going?”

Hues of pink flushed your cheeks at his husky voice that was so close to you. Suddenly realizing the precarious position you were in, you shifted your eyes away from his gaze and onto his arms. Despite the initial embarrassment, you loved how he cages you with his arms. Ironically, you felt protected and safe.

Not liking that your gaze was averting from his, he gently lifts your chin with his free fingers, “Look at me.”

You quickly followed his command only to meet his darkening gaze. Hypnotized by his eyes, you squirmed once more but this time to get closer to the source of heat above you. “X-xiao, kiss me.”

He obliged quickly, closing the gap between you and swallowing your whimper. His tongue delves between your lips, unhurried and tender. Xiao has one hand up your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your chest as he steals your oxygen. The slow and soft touches were torturous, you started bucking your hips up impatiently. However, before you can get the friction you so desire, he anchors himself up slightly. His arms are still caging your body, but this time he leaves a small space between the both of you. A small smirk etches onto his face as he looks at your needy expression, wanting more of his touch.

You love his strength and his arms caging you.

But he loves your docile self as a result.

ii.

Xiao is very much like the element he holds.

Like the storm, the wind can be very turbulent.

Yet it can also be soft, gently caressing your cheeks as you walk.

He also has a quirk of disappearing and appearing before your eyes randomly.

Much like right now.

You are currently taking a break on the hilltop after a long commission you just finished. Your back rests on the trunk of the tree perched on top of the hill. Its leaves serve as an umbrella, shielding you from the sun's harsh rays. You close your eyes as the gentle breeze wafts through the air, enjoying a peaceful and tranquil time to yourself.

It has been several days since you’ve last seen Xiao as the both of you are quite busy, especially the latter.

At times like these where you are unoccupied with only your own thoughts accompanying you, you find yourself missing Xiao the most.

You close your eyes, his silhouette forming inside your mind as you start to reminiscence the times you’ve shared with each other.

“Xiao...” You whispered unconsciously.

For the next few seconds, only the leaves soft rustling could be heard.

Just then you sensed a presence in front of you. Your instincts kicked in and you hurriedly open your eyes and unsheathed your weapon.

However, it wasn’t a lone hilichurl in front of you like you expected, but the person you longed for the most.

You quickly sheathed back your sword and stood on your feet, a bright smile adorning your face at the sight of Xiao appearing before you. You ran to his awaiting arms, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning your head on his broad chest. He reciprocated the hug, enclosing your body with his arms. It felt like time halted for the both of you, like nothing existed except you two.

You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a slight weight behind your ears. Curiously, you withdrew from his loving arms and directed your attention to his hands.

“Crystalflies for you,” he stated as his right hand were filled with numerous crystalflies, “I caught more than I intended. I hope you don’t mind.”

Happiness surged through your body; your previous loneliness long forgotten as you took the batch of crystalflies from his hands gratefully.

A small smile carved its way to his face, his gaze softening at your ecstatic self. He combed your hair softly with his right hand, “As I thought you look very nice.”

He leaves a quick kiss to your forehead before disintegrating with the wind.

“If you wish to seek me, call out my name.”

iii.

The sharp arrow plunges into your stomach, halting your movements and loosening your grip on your sword. You felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds by a mere arrow due to your carelessness. You were fulfilling a commission which entails you emptying a hilichurl camp. What was thought to be a simple task became a nightmare as you let your guard down when reinforcements came unexpectedly. You scoffed to yourself at your idiocy for ever letting your guard down in a fight.

A sense of dread overcame your senses, your vision blurring momentarily, and you lose footing for a split second.

Flashes of images depicting your moments with Xiao crossed your mind.

You wonder how he was doing at the moment. Probably also fighting demons like he always did.

You wished to see him right now.

With that thought in mind, you gripped your sword firmly with more determination.

A blue magic circle formulates beneath your feet as you send ice shards at the hilichurl sharpshooters hidden within the trees. You ignore the sharp pain of your stomach at your sudden movement, and instead you diverted your attention at the several Mitachurls with axes surrounding you.

“Come at me you assholes.”

The area immediately became colder as shards of ice flew everywhere. Your stamina is decreasing at an alarming rate as you quickly cleared the area with your sword and magic.

You shoved your sword into the last mitachurl when you heard a distant horn in the distance, signifying to you that there were more to come.

You could no longer ignore the pain of your new wounds all over your body and kneeled slightly while clutching at your stomach.

Were you going to die?

No, you couldn’t.

Just then when all hope was lost, the clear blue sky darkens into a gray hue as the wind around you started to pick up ominously.

Could it be?

“Block it."

Reflexively, at the sound of a very familiar voice, you immediately surround yourself with thick shards of ice and braced yourself.

A turbulent force plunged down from the sky, the surrounding area immediately getting hit by explosive wind, rendering all enemies powerless and dead within seconds. The shards of ice protecting you cracked, before crumbling away. You peered up and met the eyes of Xiao, his normally impassive face deforming into one of pure anger.

“Why?” He gritted out, “Why didn’t you call for me?”

“Because I’m strong,” you managed to mutter out. As if to prove your point, you staggered to get on your feet to demonstrate you didn’t need his help despite the pain consuming your senses.

“No, you humans are weak,” he stated harshly, voice icy cold.

You shook your head, ready to retort. However, whether it was the relief of seeing Xiao again or the fact that you survived the whole ordeal, you couldn’t fight the pain of your wounds. You braced yourself for a harsh drop, but instead something soft embraced you.

You couldn’t figure out what it was before you faded into a deep slumber.

iv.

Drifting in and out of consciousness resulted in your inability to depict what was real and what was fake.

Your wounds from that day were proximately fatal and you spent the majority of the day and nights recuperating.

You would dream of getting impaled by several arrows.

Sometimes you would dream of horrific images of ways you could’ve died that day, like you are right now.

However, before the nightmare could get any further, a green butterfly would always spreads its wings, painting the canvas with new colors instead of the dreadful gray and red images.

The nightmare would disintegrate slowly into shards that would evanesce into a better scenario.

You would open your eyes only to be greeted with golden orbs who covered your vision, “Hurry and go back to sleep.”

Those nights you would dream of a green butterfly accompanying you and circumventing you with warmth.

You have come to a startling conclusion that Xiao was ignoring you for weeks.

Xiao often wanders and if he wasn’t at home or wouldn’t appear out of thin air at your call, you couldn’t pinpoint where he is.

Rummaging through your head, you couldn’t come up with a decisive moment where it led to this.

Clutching onto your soft blanket, you pulled it closer to you for warmth. The spot on the bed adjacent to you felt even more emptier than before.

For weeks you endeavored to dissuade yourself from coming up with the revelation that he doesn’t want to see you. You continued your everyday obligations, diverting yourself with dispiriting thoughts that plagued your mind. Unfortunately, you were at your breaking point, the rain pitter-pattered against your windows made the atmosphere even more dejecting.

Tears formulated at the corner of your eyes and leaks reluctantly down your cheeks.

“Xiao,” you called out softly.

Just then, familiar hands caress your cheeks, wiping away the tears that eluded, “Why are you crying?”

The person you wanted to see the most was now in front of you yet simultaneously was the last person you wanted.

You chuckled monotonously, “Is this a dream?”

Xiao shook his head slightly, hands never once leaving your cheeks. Slight anger submerged within you at his nonchalant attitude as you push his hands away from you. “Why are you here?”

Silence emerged with only the sounds of the rain reverberating around the room. No one moved an inch. You were still sitting up on your bed, clutching onto the white blanket whereas Xiao was standing next to the bedside unnervingly.

You half anticipate him to disintegrate into thin air once more, but what you didn’t expect was him to sit next to you on the bed. He grasps your hands with his, holding it carefully as if you were a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any given moment.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Thousands of rebuttals were ready to be hurled at him, but you waited patiently instead for him to continue. After weeks, you were finally getting some answers.

“One day I might be contaminated with evil itself. These hands...” He trailed off, hands withdrawing from yours.

Your eyes trails from his hands to his face. The moonlight reflecting through the window, illuminates his beautiful face. Now that you gotten a closer look, you realize that he looks tired, worn down from years of torment.

The anger subsided, leaving nothing but love for the man in front of you.

You reach out for his face, lifting him out of his thoughts. Your eyes never left his, hoping to convey your adoration towards the man. You reach out for his rough hands littered with callouses that developed over the years.

You bring his hands to your cheeks, resting on them before leaving a soft kiss onto one of them. “These hands have brought so much happiness. The crystalflies you gathered that day, the soft hands that would comfort me during a nightmare...You’ve done so much.” You crawled onto his lap, resting your forehead on his, hands never once leaving his.

“No matter what, I want to be with you.” With that you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips onto his. Compacted In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, thousands of loving thoughts condensed into this kiss. Your heartbeats resonated in each other’s ears, and you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. You continue to place soft kisses to convey how much you love him, before slowly, detaching yourself from his embrace and resting your forehead against his, “Even if my time is short...”

The two of you remain in the comfort of each other's arms, with only the wind reverberating against the window in this long night. Instead of an everlasting adepti and an ordinary human, it was just Xiao and you, hearts connected. The sand in the hourglass can’t be stopped until it reaches its end, but for now you will enjoy the flow with the person you love most.

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mindninjax · 3 years

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The Way It Blooms

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x virgin!reader

Rating: M for the sex but it’s FLUFF

Warning: it’s fluffy smut, pure fluff.

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: Do you remember the moment you fell in love with someone? The very first moment the two of you made love? This fic is kinda about that. Ushijima has quickly become one of my comfort characters as you will see in this soft ass shit.

This was used as inspiration and it’s beautiful. Also, you should listen to Get You by Daniel Caesar during the smut lol.

Dedicated to one @dymphnasprose for dropping so much Ushi content in my DMs and making me fall for him more and more and for this fucking adorable ass pet name that I will always use and associate with both you and Ushi. I love you babe!

Plucking the strings idly of your old acoustic guitar, you feel the familiar rush of calm wash over your body. You haven’t picked it up since your sophomore year of high school when you—embarrassingly— serenaded your boyfriend at the time with a dumb love song you wrote him after only dating for 3 months. It was Valentine’s day, you thought it’d be special. He broke up with you and called you “clingy”. And being the dramatic but valid—because that guy was a major asshole— teenager, you’d stopped playing.

As you got older, you’d forgotten about it, shifted your focus on getting into college, becoming a journalist like you’d planned. Something changed in you in the last few weeks though. You were braver, more confident, happier with who you were as a person.

It could be because the winter months were coming to an end, the sun was shining more, beating down into your dorm room and warming the cold dark depressing atmosphere you hidden yourself in for the past few months. Or it could be...him.

Your face heats up and you pluck a sour note on the guitar as his face fills your mind. Piercing moss green eyes gaze into your subconscious and make a home there. Your heart flutters when you think about his voice, the last words he said to you, “I’ll be back to you soon, don’t worry”, before it becomes heavy with yearning and you remember he’s across an ocean right now playing an intense volleyball match you’re sure his team will win.

Wakatoshi pulled the deepest emotions from you, the deepest and most forgotten portions of your personality, the ones you used to enjoy the most before society squeezed it from you. He admired your creativity, and his blunt comments or questions always caught you by surprise, in a good way.

“God, I wish I could go up on stage and sing like that!” you’d said one date night while watching a woman perform karaoke.

“Why can’t you?” Toshi asked in a deadpan voice as he stroked the back of your hand. You blinked at him, not able to give him a clear reason of why you couldn’t go up on stage. It’d just felt natural to say, like you weren’t supposed to go. By the end of the night, you were on stage laughing and singing, full of joy as you watched him clap along to the music and his eyes followed you around on stage. It was the happiest you’d been in a while, and it was one the first few dates you’d gone on with him.

You strum a few chords, humming to yourself as you get caught up in the music. You’d forgotten how calming it was, how much strumming and humming helped you feel when you allowed yourself to just be you. It was strangely how you felt every single time you were around Wakatoshi, comfortable yet protected. You pick up your phone and check the time, an idea forming in your head. He’d be in the middle of the game right now so he won’t have his phone until it’s over.

You prop the phone up on a pillow with it facing you. Your face is bare with no makeup, your hair is a little messy from the wear and tear of the day and you were in the middle of getting ready for bed so you’re wearing an old cami and tiny shorts. You shrug, electing not to worry about your appearance, prop the guitar up on your leg, clear your throat, and press the record button on your phone.

You strum a simple tune, something that repeats where the beat can be easily kept. It’s a swaying melody, one that tiptoes up and down the score with light steps; like a soft lullaby intended to serenade and rock the listener into a dreamy slumber. You’re not nervous, you don’t worry about what anyone might think about you, you just close your eyes and think of Toshi and how much you miss him.

You focus on how much you want to feel his arms around you, how he makes your heart jump into your chest when his fingers lightly draw over your skin. You giggle when you think about his dry attempts at jokes just so he can see you smile and the way he will poke at where the dimple would be if you smiled when you're frowning. His own little silent gesture to say “smile little doe,” because he's not a man of many words.

You lose yourself in the melody, start to sing the words that sashay around your head and heart. You’re not sure if they make sense, or if they fit the tune, you only know you want him to know how you’re feeling and for some reason this feels like the perfect way to show him. You pour your heart into each word you sing, communicating in the most intimate way you know how to while he’s away, and it’s evident in the passionate way you float to each note.

Your voice wavers when you sing about how much you wish he was here with you, how much you want him to touch you and hold you and feel you, even going so far as to mention making love to him. You two haven’t been dating long a few months at most, and you’re astounded at just how much you crave him. Except that isn’t the word you want to use. The word you want to use scares you, so you’re hoping, praying that he will feel it when he hears this.

You end the song and stop the recording, softly and with purpose as if to solidify every feeling you’ve contained in this beautiful little song for him and before you become too afraid and erase it. No, he deserves to hear this song for him. A message in a bottle that you send across the ocean and with it, hope and comfort that there is someone out there in the world who understands him and sees him.

You type a quick message and attach the video quickly before you talk yourself out of it:

Toshi, here’s a little something to help you sleep! See you in two days! ❤️

You hit send and chew on your lip before tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing your night routine for bed.

“Get some rest Ushiwaka! You deserve it after the win you got us today!”

Wakatoshi waves off his teammates silently as he shuffles to his hotel room and pulls out the keycard. He sighs heavily when he hears the affirmative beep and the lock clicks. He’s exhausted, the long 5 set match finally done. The other team put up a great fight and he’s always appreciative of a team who has a fighting spirit, but he’s exhausted and hasn’t been able to see or hear from you all day. He collapses on his bed and digs through his bag for his phone. He turns it off before matches so he can keep his focus but he always sends a quick message to you before he does and he never turns it off until he gets a text back from you.

When the screen lights up and comes back alive he smiles to himself. It’s your face on his phone background. One that he took when you both visited the park near campus. You’d picked a huge sunflower and you were beaming. He’d had to move quickly and figure out how to open his camera to take it before you realized, but it came out stunning. You looked so happy, the dimple in your cheek deepening as you caught his love-filled gaze on you.

Your face smiles back at him on screen now and he frowns when he realizes how much he misses you. He wishes you were here with him. It’s very seldom that you aren’t at one of his games, cheering him on, watching his every movement, being his motivation. He plays harder when you’re watching, he wants to make you proud, although you’re always proud of him. But the way your eyes light up when he wins a match, how you jump on him and squeal when he leaves the court sweaty and still full of adrenaline from the match, makes the win all the more worth it.

Wakatoshi doesn’t know exactly what it is about you that he likes so much. He finds himself pondering it as he watches you do mundane tasks. When you twirl your pencil while you work on homework, the way you bite your cheek when you’re thinking of something, or the way you gravitate toward him when you’re sitting next to him, he finds it entertaining. He could watch you all day and never get bored, and that’s a first for him. It’s a first that anything other than volleyball has kept his attention and he’s not bothered by it.

He opens the message from you, swiping up to unlock his phone and his eyes grow a little wide when he sees you’ve sent him a video. He reads the message before getting up, grunting as he stands to go take a shower. If the video is to help him sleep, he figures he should get ready for bed before he watches, plus he likes the idea of your face being the last thing he sees before he drifts off to sleep.

When he’s showered and his muscles are relaxed and dripping from the shower, he pulls on his boxers, dries himself and climbs into the stiff hotel bed, wishing once again that he was climbing in next to you. He grabs his phone again as he lays on his back. He opens the message once again, smiling at your face—he misses so much—and plays the video.

The guitar strums surprise him, he didn’t know you could play guitar. It’s automatically soothing and he stores this fun fact in his brain, vowing to never forget it as it’s information on one of his favorite things. The tune you strum is simple yet beautiful, maybe because it’s you playing it or just that your fingers so meticulously strum the strings. He can tell this is your craft and you’re good at it.

He closes his eyes as he continues to listen to the repetitive melody and he’s immediately thankful that you sent him this. It will help him sleep and he can drift off knowing that even though you aren’t here, you’re still helping and supporting him from afar.

His eyes shoot open when you start to sing. Your voice is astounding. It is unlike anything Wakatoshi has ever heard before. It twinkles like a delicate little bell, rings loud and strong as the words continue and pierce his heart. It swirls, sways, rocks and swaddles him in all the love you project through these lyrics. Your voice is sweet, relieving, like ice cream on a very hot day after practice, and when you sing his name and about making love, he grunts in approval. It’s suddenly all he wants. His body, his heart aches for you and all he wants is to be with you again. When the song ends on a tender note, he plays the song again and again, hanging on every lilt of your voice and committing it to memory.

Right before he drifts off to sleep, he texts back a quick message to you, a vow he intends on keeping.

I am coming back to you soon little doe.

Your hair is brushed from your forehead and you sigh in contentment. You’re sure you're dreaming, it’s been the same recurring dream every night since Toshi has been gone. When you feel a hand cradle your face, your eyes shoot open to see him, sitting on the edge of your bed caressing your face in his large hand. Tears well in your eyes when you see him and you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Toshi!”

He pulls you into his lap and cradles your body against his. You can hear his gym bag slip from his shoulder and you peep over his shoulder to see his luggage in the corner of your room. His luggage. You pull back to look into his eyes.

“Toshi, did you come straight here when you got off the plane?” you ask looking concerned and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. He’s faster than you, reaching a long finger out to catch a falling one and swipe it from your cheek.

“Yes. You don’t have to cry. It was no trouble,” The deep baritone rumbles his body and moves through you. It’s only been a few days since you two have seen each other, but his voice still sends a shiver up your spine whenever you hear it.

You shake your head in defiance, “Wakatoshi, you should’ve gone to your dorm. You need to rest,” you say furrowing your eyebrows and trying to be serious.

He stares at you with an intense stare and you’re momentarily worried. Wakatoshi has never looked at you this way before. This stare is usually intended for his teammates or a rival, when he’s serious and focused during a match.

“No. I needed to see you.”

You’re not sure what comes over you but his words ignite a fire in you and you kiss him, hard and passionate. Ever the prepared sportsman, he kisses you back matching your passion and groaning into your mouth. All the yearning the two of you shared over the last few days rushes out of you and into the kiss. It’s sloppy and you both have to pull back and catch your breath.

His hands fall to your hips as he pulls you closer against him. Your hands roam down his chest, up his broad shoulders and down his bulging back muscles. You breathe his name against his lips and he growls, picks you up and places you down on your back on the bed.

He crawls over you, fixating himself between your thighs. You’re both still clothed but the aching for each other is more than just the sex. You just want to be close to him, to feel him wrap his arms around you, to feel his lips against yours again. He bends down to your face and kisses you again. Softer this time, as if he’s afraid to hurt you or lose control. He kisses down your jaw, bites and sucks on your neck, marking you as his.

You hear him rumble into your neck, “Mine” before he bites down and makes another mark. You moan at the sensation and Wakatoshi momentarily stops to savor the sound. It’s almost as sweet as your lovely singing voice, and he’d give anything to hear you moan his name. You paw at the hem of his shirt as he continues to kiss your cheek and neck.

“I want to see you Toshi,” you whimper. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before removing his shirt and you marvel at his rippling muscles. He’s so big, his herculean frame always able to make your mouth water. He can see the pride of having him be yours in his eyes and he likes it.

He wants you to be proud to have him, the same way he’s proud to have you. He grabs the end of your shirt and slowly pulls it over your head. Large hands clumsily grasp the clasp of the bra He observes you like a work of art, committing every freckle and mole to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he says and the way the word “beautiful” falls effortlessly from his lips when describing you makes your face grow hot. There’s nothing you want more than him, now. He removes his pants and underwear and slides yours down your legs as well. When you both are left staring at each other in awe, you pull him back down to kiss you again.

You can feel his engorged cock twitching against your thigh as he hovers on his elbows over you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, desperation escaping with your next exhale. He kisses down your chest, covering every inch of you with the sweetest embrace of his lips. He licks at your nipple, nips softly and when he hears you gasp he bites down a bit harder before licking to soothe the brisk pain.

Your heart beats faster with every kiss, this feeling inside of you overwhelms you and when you push your hips up to meet his, a silent plea, he pulls back to look at the exquisite fountain between your legs. He holds his weeping cock in one hand and for the first time you look at him nervously. Will it fit? What if it doesn’t? Will he still want to be with you? He reaches a large hand to caress your cheek and the tumbling storm in your chest calms with his sweet gesture. He stares into your eyes and that same intensity burns there, passionate and solicitous, like the sun.

“Don’t worry little doe, I’ll be gentle,” he says running a thumb over your cheek. The anxiety is gone instantly and you look at him with the utmost trust as he places the tip of his dick to your entrance. He rubs it against your slippery folds, slathering your slick over his copious length and preparing you for all his glory. You nod to him when he looks at you for permission to enter.

He pushes inside of you, moving slowly and passing the first ring of muscle. He grunts when the crown of his cock is sitting comfortably in your fluttering walls. You whimper as you become accustomed to how full you already feel. When your heaving chest slows down from the initial insertion, he continues to slide into you, hips moving closer to yours in a welcoming embrace. You stretch around him and it burns, but you clench as well, your body’s way of telling him not to stop.

When he’s fully sheathed inside of you he grunts and you moan in unadulterated pleasure. Your eyes are shut as you concentrate on how he feels inside of you. Despite the fullness and the stretch it doesn’t feel foreign as you expected. It feels like he belongs, like your body will mold to his because it knows it’s supposed to be him.

Little salty droplets bead at the corner of your eyes as you think about this, and when you open them Wakatoshi is staring with an unknown expression. The emotion, the love, grows inside of you like a sunflower reaching for the sun. It tumbles from your lips when he, while never severing your gaze, pulls his hips out ever so slightly and plunges back into you. A quick chaste “I love you” that you’re sure and are slightly thankful he doesn’t hear. The fear and insecurity bubbling and shielding the sun again.

You cry out instead, “Oh god Toshi!” He wraps his arms around your body, leaning his weight onto his arms to avoid putting it all on you but wanting to pull you closer to his body. Your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls out all the way and slowly plunges back inside you again, starting a slow sensual pace. He rocks his hips, latches his lips to your neck as you dig your hands into his hair and you lift your hips to feel more of him.

His pace quickens as he becomes lost in the passion of your warm velvety walls, what he assumes is heaven. You’re moaning his name over and over, tears now falling down your cheeks as your ecstasy creeps upon you. When you feel the coil inside you snap, you pull him closer, nails digging into his back as your thighs shake and wrap around his waist. You cry out again, no longer able to hold it in, “I love you! Toshi, I love you so much!”

The words tumble from your lips as his cum spills inside you and grunts your name loudly. He connects his lips with yours as the two of you ride out your orgasm together, as one. When you both come down from your high, he rubs his forehead against yours brushing his nose against yours before whispering in his deep baritone voice something you almost don’t make out. But when you do hear it, you wrap your arms around his neck again and hug him close, intent on never letting go.

“I love you, little doe.”

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thesightstoshowyou · 3 years

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Literally anything from that prompt list with Bo would send me over lol.... but specifically 26, 24 and 48 together 💀💀💀

-the-slasher-flies 🔪💕

I also got, "You look real pretty when you cry,” for Bo so I’m going to combine all these into one, filthy fic. I went off the rails with this one. Please thank my husband for all the beautiful ammunition for this story ;)

Territorial

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dubcon, violence, blood, minor character death, heavy degradation, slapping, daddy kink, biting, marking, spanking, belt, hair pulling, choking, spitting, possessiveness, creampie

The second the laugh leaves your mouth, you know you’re fucked.

Bo had asked you to meet one of the travelers at the gas station, to keep them busy while he delt with the others. The guy who sauntered through the door had proven to be funny, charming, and handsome; a horrible combination when Bo’s ego was added to the equation. Shamelessly, he flirted, and you couldn’t help but smile at the attention.

Then…. Then he’d made a joke the second Bo had strolled into the shop and you couldn’t stop the surprised giggle that bubbled up your throat. The color drains from your face when you spot the blue mechanic’s suit out of the corner of your eye. Bo knows when you’re faking a laugh and this wasn’t one of those times.

He fixes you to the spot with that furious stare you’ve come to know so well, so intimately. You bite your lip, apologizing with your eyes, but he’s having none of it. The young man catches sight of your terrified face, turns to you, asks you if you’re okay. He reaches for your arm, maybe to give you a comforting squeeze. He doesn’t see Bo stalking up behind him.

Steel sinks into the man’s neck so easily you would think his skin is made of butter. Thick crimson wells up around the blade, pours down his chest, spills from his lips, parted with shock. His eyes go wide and he drops to his knees, clutching fruitlessly at the lethal wound. You slap your hands over your eyes, turning away, but Bo clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Uh uh, baby girl, yer gonna watch,” he growls, wrenching your hands away from your face, spinning you around, holding you by the jaw, and forcing you to look as the life drains from the man’s sweet, hazel eyes. Cigarette scented breath wafts across your face as Bo whispers in your ear, “Yer gonna watch what ya’ done, yeah? This is all you, baby.”

The man chokes on his own blood, coughs, splutters, then lands face down with a soft thud that hangs heavy in the air. Crimson pools around him as he finally falls still. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving, but refusing to pull in oxygen. You’ve never seen anyone die before.

Bo shoves you up against the counter, forces your eyes to his, cruel smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You try to apologize, stumbling over your words, anything to save you from what comes next.

“B-Bo—

“Shut up, slut. I don’t remember askin,’ huh? You were gonna let that little prick fuck ya’, looked like.”

“N-No! I wouldn’t—

“Oh, no? Ya’ wouldn’t? Does this stupid little whore actually remember who owns her?”

“Bo, please—

You gasp when he delivers a stinging slap to your cheek, hard enough to leave your skin angry and red in its wake. He growls, low and dangerous, “Maybe if I punish ya’, it’ll help ya’ remember who ya’ belong to next time.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead gripping you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder. Bo heads toward those dreaded basement steps. You haven’t been down there again since your first days in Ambrose. You’d hoped to never see it again.

Bo kicks the door open, drops you unceremoniously on the filthy mattress. The sent of blood, fear, and Bo’s musk billows up around you as you shrink back against the wall, memories of how you’d met brought to the surface by the metallic reek clinging to the walls.

“Do not fuckin’ move,” he orders, pointing a finger at your face. Without a backward glance, he strides across the room. Your eyes dart to the open door, but you squash down the desire to flee. He will catch you. He always does.

A noisy clatter draws your gaze back to the other end of the room. Bo turns, another knife clutched in his palm. He chuckles, relishing in your dread when you visibly tremble. Crossing the room, he kneels at the edge of the bed and beckons you over with a wave of the blade. Obediently, you crawl to him, sitting back on your heels and awaiting further instruction.

“That’s a good girl fer not runnin’. Kinda dumb though, I mean, I gave you an openin’.” He laughs, drags the chilly point of the blade down your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, pressing it lightly to the exact place he’d buried the other knife into the man upstairs. He hums quietly, strokes your other cheek with his bloody fingers.

“I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.” You shiver at his whispered words, moisture pooling between your thighs despite the terror gripping your throat. Your heart beats frantically against your ribs, pleading at you to fight, to flee, something, but you remain seated on your knees as is expected of you.

Bo uses the knife to saw through your shirt. When you’re bared to him, he wraps an arm around your waist and leans down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh under your collarbone. You wince, suck in air through your teeth, whimper when he sucks a deep purple mark into your skin. He grunts, does it again under your jaw, drags his tongue across your tender flesh until you moan.

“Ohh,” he coos in response, viciously biting your shoulder and making you hiss, “Does that slutty little cunt get wet when I hurt ya’, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, choking on a gasp when Bo shoves your face into the disgusting mattress.

“Ass up, whore,” he orders, cutting into your shorts and underwear enough so he can rip them off your hips. “Jesus Christ, look at that,” he murmurs as he drags the flat of the cool blade along the lips of your dripping pussy. You clench your eyes shut, icy fear surging through your veins. Oh god, oh god, please don’t….

“Look, fuckin’ look,” he growls, fisting a hand in your hair so he can wrench your head off the bed and shove the glistening steel in front of your face, “Look at how fuckin’ wet y’are. Just achin’ for any cock to fill that whore cunt, huh?” As well as you can with how hard he grips your hair, you furiously shake your head.

“No? No, yer not a filthy slut?” You shake your head again, wondering if you dare speak.

You risk it, “Yours,” you whimper, gritting your teeth when he shoves the knife closer to your lips.

“Oh, so now ya’ remember, huh, now that ya’ have a knife in yer face?” You nod and Bo shoves you back into the mattress. The knife clatters to the ground and you hear the clink and slip of his belt as he jerks it off his hips. You clamp your eyes shut when he snaps the leather, knowing exactly what comes next.

The first slap of leather across your skin makes you jump and shriek. Sharp, stinging pain follows each noisy smack, the sound bouncing off the walls and ceiling until all you can hear are the blows, your yelps, and the blood rushing in your ears. You wriggle, flinching as much as you dare as leather connects agonizingly with your skin again and again. You wish the pain didn’t make you burn with need, but Bo’s conditioned you well after all this time.

“Fuck,” he groans under his breath, warm palm smoothing over the angry, throbbing skin of your ass and thighs. He drops the belt, leans over you, tips your head to the side, and brushes his thumb through the tears you just now realize are staining your cheeks.

“Oh, baby girl, ya’ look real pretty when ya’ cry. Roll over.” You do, flopping onto your back as quickly as possible. Bo spreads your slick thighs wide, settles between them, pops the button on his pants, and slides the zipper. He pulls his painfully hard, flushed cock from his pants, sighing in relief and lifting you hips to line up with your damp entrance. With a grunt and a groan, he slams home, plowing through tight, slippery muscles and tearing a scream from your throat.

Bloody, calloused hands wrap around your neck and silence your cry. He jackhammers you into the mattress, indifferent to your own pleasure, intent on permanently imprinting himself in your cunt for all time.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right.” You choke on nothing, twisting your hands in the sheets, face feeling like it’s going to burst with how hard he squeezes your throat, “Sure, yer a cock hungry slut, but yer my cock hungry slut, got that? This. Is. Mine.” You nod and he lets off so you can gulp in air and cough.

“Yer nothin’ but my stupid little fuck toy, yeah? Say, ‘Yes, daddy.’”

“Y-Yes, daddy!” you shout, moaning loudly when he tilts his hips and batters that perfect spot he knows will make you scream. Bo spits on your chest, smearing the saliva over your breasts and rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He slides his wet hand up your neck, over your chin, and shoves three spit-covered fingers in your mouth.

“Suck on my fingers, get ‘em nice and wet fer me.” You suck as well as you can, laving your tongue along the pads of his digits until he groans. Bo rips his fingers from your mouth, spits on them, brings them to your clit. He mashes the sensitive bud until you’re keening and meeting each punishing thrust.

“Ya’ think you deserve to cum, slut?” You shake your head and Bo laughs, “No? That’s right, ya’ don’t. Only good girls get ta’ cum.”

“P-Please, daddy,” you whine, “Please, I’ll-I’ll be g-good.”

“Ya’ wanna be good now?” Frantically, you nod, heat building in your core, muscles fluttering around the cock assaulting your insides.

“Who-f-fuck-who do ya’ belong to?”

“You! Bo, daddy, please, you, I’m yours, I’m yours, please, fuck, I’m, I have—

“That’s right, bitch, yer mine. Mine. This filthy fuckin’ cunt is mine.”

“Yes! Yes! Yours! Please, daddy, PLEASE!” You’re going to implode, shaking from head to toe, poised right at the brink but terrified to fall.

“Cum for me, slut, cum on my cock, fuckin’ do it.” You scream, vision whiting out, back arching off the mattress, every nerve in your body alight with beautiful sensation.

“Fuck, god, fuck, ‘m gonna fill that dumb cunt up with cum.” Bo wraps his hands around your throat and buries his cock as far into you as he can get. With a broken cry he spills warmth into your belly, his face twisted with pleasure as your twitching muscles milk him dry.

Bo slumps, catching himself with hands planted on either side of your head. Breathing hard, you meet his gaze under your teary lashes. The anger burning in his baby blues has dampened to a smolder. There’s more lust there than anything else now.

“Say it again,” he rasps, dry throat cracking when he speaks.

“I’m yours, Bo.”

“That’s my girl.”

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the-currian · 4 years

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I don't know if you do requests, but I really loved your yandere winter troupe headcannons, they sent chills down my spine, and I was wondering if you'd be open to doing a yandere headcannons for autumn troupe?

I don’t really consider my blog a request blog, but I will accept most requests that are sent my way!! Ask, and you shall receive lol I hope you like this one, too!!

A3! Autumn Troupe Yandere Headcanons

(No Azami because I’m only playing the English version and don’t have a good grasp of his character yet)

Banri Settsu

This guy is used to getting everything he wants – definitely a possessive-protective type.

Thus, unconsciously or not, he views you as his toy – a pretty little doll thing to do with as he pleases. Refers to you as his babydoll.

Intent on keeping his tough-guy image, but still with a need to keep you, his hand grips harshly against your waist when in public, his face contorted into a menacing scowl to let everyone know you belong to him. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, a growl will reverberate from him through your body, followed by some curses as he glares at the offender.

If the offender is particularly aggressive and refuses to be driven off, he throws back the aggression tenfold by a passionate and heated assault on your lips until the goddamn person gets the memo and leaves.

In private he’s much more openly affectionate. If you try to leave his embrace, he won’t relent, only allowing it to end on his terms, scoffing at you because did you forget who he is and what he is capable of?

Sakyo Furuichi

Probably the most dangerous of the whole troupe – if not the whole company.

Sakyo is busy with yakuza-related business but has the power and resources to watch over you. Through this, he is able to learn anything and everything he can about you.

He used this to give you gifts offhandedly, saying things like “It seemed like something you would like.” when giving you things that were exactly what you wanted. You find it intriguing at first, wondering how he always seems to know what’s exactly on your mind.

Really good at manipulation. “I know I can’t be with you that often, but I’m really trying here. Going into this relationship you told me you didn’t mind my profession. What’s changed? Are you disgusted by me now? About my lifestyle?”

Stages a kidnapping with his gang to make you become dependent on him. He takes you to a hideout secluded from your normal day-to-day life. Whenever you probe a bit too much, he brushes you off with “It’s just until the danger passes.” “It’s for your own safety.” “I don’t want to see you get hurt. I just love you so much.”

And it works. You believe him.

However, that doesn’t mean that you don’t get antsy while in seclusion, and you end up attempting some things that Sakyo would definitely not approve of. Somehow, your plans always get thwarted by one of Sakyo’s associates or Sakyo himself dropping by at inopportune times. To be honest, he finds it adorable that you think you can escape him.

Sakoda is the tattletale. He shadows you whenever Sakyo himself can’t. Doesn’t mind the Sakyo’s behavior at all; as long as the boss is happy, right? Is definitely Sakyo’s worst enabler.

Omi Fushimi

The two of you start out as friends. Gradually you spent more and more time together until you grew closer. Both of you became attached to one another but you hadn’t realized just how attached Omi would be.

He asks you to be the subject of his pictures for his photography club. His members sung their praises, but Omi didn’t care for them much as he realized he didn’t like that the other guys in the club were talking about you. When they ask him if you could be their subject he gives them a flat ‘no’, storming out of the club room.

((lol as soon I finished writing that bullet I realized it’s literally this but in a more sinister context:))

It becomes an insidious obsession for him. Having impromptu photo shoots with you, taking candids of you on dates, until one day…

When you get back home you discover pictures of you in some quite intimate situations when you were all by yourself. Sometimes, they are accompanied by notes on the back. Never let anyone else see you like this. You’re mine. You should be more careful with your windows, darling.

Does not tolerate admirers at all. Does not engage. Picks you up like a potato sack or a blushing bride, depending on his mood, to carry you away from those villains.

Treats you like a queen. Truly, madly in love with you. He sincerely just wants to love you. Showers you with love and affection.

He is incapable of blaming you for anything you say or do against him.

He’s usually calm and collected, but if you intentionally draw out his anger to the breaking point, he may just strike you (he’s not called the Mad Wolf for nothing)

After that incident he closes himself off from you for awhile, apologizing on a daily basis. Even when you reassure him that it’s alright and it wasn’t his fault - it was yours - he doesn’t accept that; it haunts him for a long time.

Taichi Nanao

At first, Taichi is content with watching you from afar – watching from the sidelines. He never felt worthy enough for you. He’s always dreamed of romance and doesn’t want to screw it up.

That all changed one day when he noticed someone was taking up too much of your time for you to be comfortable, so he decides to confront them.

You just so happened to be passing by, stopping out of curiosity when you heard your name come up. You come across what seems to be Taichi reprimanding a guy that’s been approaching you a lot lately.

‘Serves him right,’ you think, ‘The poor guy doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.’

“Stay away! They’re mine, not yours! I love them, but even I wouldn’t dare take up too much of her time like that, you creep!”

In hindsight, perhaps you should have seen this coming.

Oblivious of the future to come, you break up the fight and pull Taichi aside, confessing your feelings for him, thanking him for standing up for you.

“R-really?” Taichi beams, tears coming to his eyes. “I promise to never let you go! You’ll see, I’ll become a man worthy of you!”

When you start dating he stops stalking you in favor of bombarding you with texts and calls – he always wants to know where you are, who you’re with, when he can see you next.

This boys craves attention – he’s like a puppy, really. He desperately seeks opportunities to be physically close to you.

Manipulates you into staying with him by sabotaging your image in public, causing a scene. (Hey, if he could sabotage the Autumn troupe, what’s stopping him with you?)

“That was really low of you to use me like that just so you could get in with the Mankai company.” “W-what are you talking about? I didn’t use you!” “Why would you do that? Am I not good enough?” Taichi chuckles ruefully. “Then again, I should’ve expected this, huh? I’m never good enough. It was sill of me to think that maybe you would be different–“ “Taichi, I do care! Please, please don’t say that!” “Really? Actions speak louder than words. You’re gonna have to do better than that. Show me.”

Juza Hyodo

Ordinarily chill. He just wants to see you happy. Whatever you need, he’ll go lengths for you. …Anything.

Physically rough with outsiders. If you’re ever threatened he will become ruthlessly protective. No amount of you pleading or crying will stop him from exacting revenge on the perpetrator. And at the end of it, he’ll pull you into his arms, stroking your hair, ignorant of the fact that he’s smearing blood in it because all that matters is that you’re safe.

He won’t restrict you from going outside but he makes sure that you’re firmly at his side, having you in his grip to keep you protected but more to let everyone know that you’re his.

Boy has a terrifying aura and he definitely knows how to use it.

If you ever confront him about his behavior, he’ll simply stare at you with a piercing gaze, getting you to drop it. If you are particularly persistent he’ll tug you into his embrace, hoping to distract you.

If you still refuse, pushing him away, he will give into his anger. Although he would never physically harm you, he’s not against threatening you into submission. His tall frame looms over you and he growls your name in a commanding voice as he traps you between a wall and his threatening stature, practically crushing you against it. Still, any crying or pleading from you is met with a threatening silence, and despite your stammers of fear he continues this until he is able to calm down.

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the-secret-garden-library · 4 years

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Loose Tie

Alright, if y’all know me, y’all have an little bit of an idea that Azumane Asahi is my favorite Haikyuu character of like... EVER.

(So don’t be too surprised when a good portion of my personal writings with be centered around him lol)

((This was my very first fic for the Haikyuu fandom and my first written fic in almost ten years too!, so it’s a little rough. Just...be gentle!)

And with no futher interruptions, enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7708843

~ Jae ~

Azumane Asahi

Thinking back, maybe you shouldn’t have teased Asahi that much when you should have been working. Your glass hearted boyfriend surprisingly turned out to have just a little bit more backbone than what you had originally known him to have.

Next time, you were going to pay EXTRA SPECIAL attention to the stories of his days as Karasuno’s Ace when his old teammates would come over.

However, that wasn’t going to do you any good right now.

Not that you particularly minded of course.

He slammed you against the wall, immediately attacking your neck with bruising kisses.

"We don't have much time so we're going to have to make this quick", Asahi growled, hitching a leg up around his waist and ground his hard erection into your core.

As his hands ran along your sides, groping and fondling his favorite parts, you worked on pulling your shirt over your head before clawing at the buttons on his. Impatient and pressed for time, he tore off his shirt, popping the last few buttons and sending them everywhere. Asahi latched onto the swell of your breast, suckling and tonguing your skin.

You fumbled with his belt, jolting when he bit you hard on the side of a breast, determined to mark you. You groaned and your hands shot to his head to hold him there, finally giving up about the belt.

He groaned against you skin and viciously tore at his belt, finally getting it undone before hands grabbed your hips and slipped underneath your skirt. He ripped your panties to shreds and, surprisingly, ran a few fingers along your folds to check to see how wet you are. He wasn't disappointed. You were soaked and the needy cry that ripped from your throat only added to that.

He avoided your clit, thumb pressed just barely next to it as he dipped his fingers in your heat and began toying with you. Deft fingers played your cunt like a finely tuned instrument, scissoring and stroking the spots you loved best, prepping you to take his thick, fat cock.

You collapsed on his chest, tremors racking your body as he teased your dripping cunt, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You pulled him down in a bruising kiss, almost tipping over the edge into oblivion....

Until he yanked his hand out of you and from out under your skirt.

Pulling away from you, Asahi pushed his jeans just enough to pull his cock out and started strongly pumping it. He bit at your lips, pushing and pulling until you could even feel the bruises starting to form.

"I can't wait any longer. I need you now", not hesitating a second longer. He lifted you with one arm, using the wall to support you both as he lined himself up with your core. Eyes smoldering with lust, his hips shot forward and he buried his throbbing member into you. Even though you were more than ready for him, his thick cock still stretched your cunt and you choked back a scream.

"Ngh…" he grunted, stilling as he felt your walls clench and throb around his cock, the tight wet heat of your cunt wiping all reason from his mind, "Fuck....you feel so good." His head dropped down into the crook of your neck as he waited. But you were impatient. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you began pulling yourself up just enough to start rocking back on his cock. He finally got the idea and started slowly thrusting into you, listening to your soft sighs and moans. You squirmed against him, enjoying the way how deep he was hitting into you but getting a little frustrated with how it seemed to barely bring you closer.

"Baby...." you purred, pulling yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, "Baby....I need you...I need you to fuck me," You finished, taking an earlobe between your teeth and pulling.

Asahi stilled, listening intently before snarling and picking you up, spreading your legs out far as he began to pound into you. His pelvis began hitting your clit deliciously and he bit your shoulder before moving up the column of your throat and nipping at your jawline. You began to claw at his shoulders and back, trying to hold on to him at such a fast pace.

"Like this? You want me to take you like this?" he ground out, snapping and angling his hips up into you.

"Yes! Just like that!" you cry out, breathless as you grabbed the back of his head to kiss him, suddenly fighting over control of the kiss.

"Mmmm...so good, so tight," he hissed against your lips, feeling you tightened even more at his words.

"Touch yourself," he demanded, slowing down until he was just grinding into your clit. "I want to see you play with that pretty little clit of yours" he said, leaning back and watching as your hand shot down to gently press and tease like he had asked. You let out a sob, feeling your orgasm start to rush towards you once again as he resumed slamming into you once more. You could feel yourself grow impossible wet as he watched you with lidded eyes.

"Ah... ah, ah! Baby, I'm… I’m…!" you moaned as he twisted his hips at your hitched breathing, angling himself to pound mercilessly on that one sweet spot he knew that would send you lunging over the edge. You came with a soundless cry, tears springing to your eyes as waves of pleasure shot through your system. He grunted, your tight cunt already becoming impossibly tight and he faltered for a moment, his hips slowing down but never stopping.

"That's right baby girl", he cooed, focusing on prolonging your orgasm as much as possible, "Cum for me". He pulled out of you, still hard and throbbing, as you and your body calmed down. He gently lowered you down, holding you close to him.

“Asahi…”, you breathe, clinging lightly to him as you felt the weakness in your legs slowly go away. Feeling something stiff incessantly poking you in the stomach, you look down to see his cock still weeping and red. You reached out for it and gently palmed it, smearing his pre-cum around the head.

“You shouldn’t hold yourself back like that you know”, a sultry smile makes its way across your face and you begin to slowly stroke him, “What am I going to do with you? You’re always such a gentleman when it comes to taking care of me”. You drop down on your knees, cupping his sack with one hand and you begin to pump his shaft. Asahi groans and he leans against the wall as you finally take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the very tip of it before lightly bobbing your head just past the thick head.

“Fuck! Just like that, you know exactly how I like it, don’t you?”, he groans, fisting a hand into your hair, “That’s it baby, nice and deep”. You smile as best as you can, looking up at him with big eyes as you take him further into your throat till you almost reach the base.

Using a hand, you start massaging whatever else you can’t seem to reach and start moving your head. Your eyes start watering from the sheer size of him. It’s getting a little harder to breathe, and while you try your best to hold on just a little longer, he begins to throat fuck you. While you usually let him have his way with you, unfortunately, today was not going to be one of those days.

You pulled back quickly, lightly panting for breath as you licked it one last time. A whine died in his throat as Asahi watched you walk away from him, hips swinging seductively. You bent over the desk, legs wide apart and pussy winking at him like an invitation.

“Well? I know you like doing it like this so…” You trailed off as you turned slightly towards him and winked, crooking a finger to draw him near, “So what are you waiting for, stud?”

His eyes grew dark, watching you tease him even more like that and he marched his way over to you and pulled you with him to the ground. He forced you on all fours, not that you minded, and slapped your ass. The sudden swat made you yelp more in surprise than in pain before the tingle set in and proceeded to arouse you even further.

“Look Asahi”, you teased, reaching under with a hand to spread your lower lips apart more, “See how wet you make me? Only you can do that to me, you know?” You smiled, watching him get riled up again in a way only you could make him.

“I see. Such a pretty pink pussy just dripping for me? I must be such a lucky man so…” he grabbed your hips and shoved himself back into you, “Feel how grateful I am!”

He started a brutal pace, both hands pulling your hips up and forcing your chest and face to rest snugly against the floor. Asahi snapped, going deeper within you at a punishing pace.

“Asahi, oh Asahi!”, you scream out, cunt still very sensitive to the movement just nearly tipping you over the edge.

“God, you’re so tight like this”, he grunted, slowing his hips and slowly drawing himself out before pushing back in, “Your pussy just wraps around my cock so nicely”. Asahi leaned over you, his sturdy chest laying across your back as his deep voice rumbled past your ear. You shudder and your head fell back to rest against his chest, the sound of your bodies coming together and the ticklish feeling of his breath past your ear. You tried moving your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“There we go, just like that”, he purred, straightening up as his hands went to your hips and started pulling you against him, “Spread your legs a little bit more for me, alright? I want to make sure you won’t forget this, especially after how you were teasing me earlier”. Asahi grunted, the memory spurring him on even more.

“Such a naughty girl”, he grinned against your skin and snuck a hand to grab one of your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipple with his fingers. You screamed, body tensing as your back arched and forced the both of you on your knees. He began kissing the back of your neck, his powerful thighs helping keep him thrusting up into you.

“Look, do you see just how beautiful you look right now?”, he gently grabbed your jaw, leading your eyes to look at the visage of your coupling in the slim mirror used to decorate the office. You watched him nose the column of your throat before latching on, working on making a mark to last while his dark eyes watched you in the mirror.

“Ride me”, he commanded, his hands dropping to his sides. You did as he asked, and started bouncing on his lap. Asahi wrapped his arms around you, hands going to cup your breasts and fondle them. You watched through lidded eyes, watching as he drove into you.

“I love you…”, he quietly uttered against your skin, head ducking behind to hide from you. You gasp, trying to turn around to look at him but his arms kept you from moving around too much.

“Asahi…I…”, you begin but was cut off as he grabbed you, a hand massaging a breast as the other reaches down to where you two are joined and finds its way back to your clit. Pressing down, pulses of intense pleasure shoot through your veins, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your breast and Asahi begins to roughly fuck you once again.

“Asahi, cum with me baby. I’m going to cum!”, you wail, your hand reaching back and pulling his head to you to kiss him as you start to feel your second orgasm swiftly approaching. He grunts as you seal him in a bruising kiss, his fingers and hips working quickly to send you over the edge with a loud drawn out moan. A few more pumps of his hips into your suffocating tight heat and he follows right after, long ropes of creamy hot cum painting your insides. He crushes you to his chest as his body twitches, wringing out every last drop into your body and you shiver.

He fell back, bringing you with him and he cradled you to his chest, his head on top of yours as he avoided looking into your eyes.

“Asahi. Asahi, look at me”, you ask sweetly, pushing back on his chest to look up at him as the threads of your orgasm faded away.

“Mmm…”, he began, a red blush crawling up his chest to color his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to slip out.

You paused, looking straight into his eyes. “I love you, too, Asahi,” you confessed firmly, thumping your hands into his sturdy chest. “And I would cry if you take back your profession of love to me!”

“N-No! I do love you! I really mean that I love you!” he frantically clarified to you, as you began faking sniffing noises as if you were really about to cry. You knew that he would do anything in this world just so that you wouldn’t cry, and the guy still hasn’t gotten the drift that you use it to tease him or to get something you want.

A wide smile spread upon your lips. You threw your hands around his neck, and gave him a gentle kiss upon his lips. “You finally said it! And without stammering this time too!” you said, overjoyed by the development your boyfriend has overcome. For the past three months, you had been trying to get him to tell you how much he loves you, but it’s either he stammers or he cowers, so you had stopped a while ago, thinking that it’d be better to just let the guy himself say it voluntarily.

You were brimming with happiness, causing it to transfer to him. He smiles upon seeing your blissful face, and a meek grin also curves on his lips. There is nothing else in this world that he loves to see other than your sweet, genuine smile.

He huffs out, which surprises you, and you witness as the red hue takes over his features. “I-If only I knew how happy you’d look just hearing it from me, I would have said it a long time ago,” he says, covering his face with his large, calloused hand.

“What do you mean?” you question, an eyebrow lifting up in confusion. Upon thinking a little bit, you came to a conclusion. “Oh no, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it! It’s more important that you said it now, right?” you said, waving off his needless worry, and thinking, maybe you teased him just a little too much for today.

“I love you,” he says it for the second time. The three words came out of his lips a lot firmer than the first, free of worry and full of confidence. “I really love you.”

Your eyes widened, and your face turns into a beautifully deep shade of crimson. His stare at your eyes became more solid and unyielding. Without anywhere to hide, you buried your head into his chest, still inflamed from your boyfriend’s sudden confession. Who would’ve thought your weak-hearted man could say it with such a dignified air?

“And I-I’m sorry about treating you so roughly,” he says, making you look up at his face, which is also heavily tinged in red.

“Oh no, not at all,” you said, a slight smirk forming upon your lips. “In fact, it was quite enticing to have experienced that side of you,” you said with a glint in your eye (that he totally misses), leaving out the fact that from this experience, you now know what to do to bring out that sex beast inside him next time.

#haikyuu!!#not a request #azumane x reader #asahi x reader #azumane asahi #citrus #I have no idea what level of citrus this is #so I'm just going to label it like that for now #and probably won't change it lol #female reader #yes he's an adult in this

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make-it-mavis · 5 years

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got any nsfw headcanons for the shit goblins? :)

OooooOOOoooh sugar, what a can of worms you just opened.

I actually did make a post about the development of their physical relationship here, and how it helps them learn to communicate with each other.

But as for general HCs? Yeah I got a few lmao. Listen, sexuality has been one of my special interests for years, I love using it for character building. It’s so fun.

Beneath the cut will be lots of naughty HCs. 18+ for some explicit/graphic language. You’ve been warned.

Mavis has a huge punishment kink. Her favorite is being caught in the middle of a naughty deed and being forcibly punished for it, being scolded all the while. But scolded in a way that’s still sort of complimenting her on what a slick prankster she is. Things like, “Finally, I got my hands on you. Wait ‘til everyone hears how I finally put the arcade’s biggest problem in her place.” Just as an example. But she never submits immediately – she’s a really bratty sub that likes egging her partner on so she’ll get punished even more.

Along with that, she’s a real big masochist. Mavis loves almost anything that makes her feel a rush, and pain’s a big one. She loves Turbo’s sharp teeth and how bitey he is. She loves being choked, slapped, scratched, having her hair pulled, being tied up too tight, etc. It’s very rare that she comes out of an encounter without at least a few marks.

Turbo, for the most part, loves being in control. He loves having his ego stroked even more than his dick. Winning a struggle for dominance is a big one, so it’s good that Mavis isn’t a pillow princess and fights back. He loves being worshiped in any way – really let it show how much you love touching him. Begging and praise are huge turn-ons, and there’s nothing he loves more than reducing Mavis to the point where she’s mad with desire.

Turbo loves dominant sorta roleplay shit but not the usual "daddy" or "master" kink. He likes being treated like royalty, being called things like "your majesty/grace/highness/flattering word" or "my king/lord", and showered with so much praise, affection, and adoration that it borders on worship. Mav's role in that scenario is the unruly court jester, a snarky playful little shit that's still ultimately there to entertain the king. (Hilarious if you think of Pyrite later)

That being said, though, very occasionally, Turbo’s been known to enjoy being dominated. People constantly in control or with a lot of power tend to like playing into the fantasy of a power shift in the bedroom. It’s a safe, rewarding way to experience losing, which is otherwise so taboo for him. That’s not to say he’s 100% submissive either, he’s less of a bratty sub and more of a straight up spiteful sub. Glares, insults, growling, nipping at fingers. He hates how much he loves it.

With that, the things he tends to “enjoy” the most are being tied up, being degraded, being leashed and commanded. He’s not as much of a masochist as Mavis but he still enjoys some biting, hair-pulling, and a bit of choking. As a sub he often takes on the role of a wild, ill-tempered animal that needs to be broken into an obedient pet. That involves a nice mix of teasing, praise, punishment, and humiliation while still encouraging him to push back and refuse to fully submit. Quite often, those scenarios end with him either being freed or breaking out of his restraints and going wild on Mavis, overpowering her and paying her back for all the rough treatment. Resistance and scolding on her end is all part of the scene, but before long, she’s always pulling hard on the leash and urging him on, praising him for being such a good demon boy. He earned his reward.

I’d like to think that they own a strap on (it’s Mavis’ dildo), but straight-up pegging is not something Turbo’s down with. That level of submission is just a smidge too far for him. Which is fine. But Mavis still likes to make him suck her strap-on dick, especially if he’s tied up and she can knot a fist in his hair and force his head down onto it or fuck his mouth. Turbo’s straight, but he’s pretty secure in that fact (and homophobia kind of isn’t a thing in my arcade ‘verse). He’s sucking a dick, but it’s a girl’s dick, so he’s still into it. (Transphobia isn’t a thing either. Gender’s super vague and unimportant.)

I’ve been asked enough times to remark upon it what Turbo’s dick is like. I hadn’t thought of it too much bc for me, dicks aren’t all that exciting appearance-wise lmao. But it’s inevitable if I’m going to talk nsfw about him. So my answer is…. length-wise, it’s pretty average, but it’s a little bit on the thicker side. I believed I described it as, it’s just nice enough that you might see it and be like, “Goddamn it, such a fuckin’ douche canoe doesn’t deserve a dick that nice.” It’s not all that vascular, it’s grey, and it gets darker towards the head. (I know I’m gonna have to draw it eventually. I draw nice dicks so be ready)

This isn’t relevant to the shitgoblins really but I think that the Twins have similar dicks to Turbo’s since they’re all brothers, but theirs are on the longer side rather than the thicker side. Mavis has seen them, and she just laughed, to the Twins’ displeasure.

No one’s asked me what Mav’s vulva looks like (and thank god actually thats a weird question but at the same time why not???? vulvas are nice) but I guess all I can say about it is… it’s cute? To match her “cute Disney-faced young woman” aesthetic. I have to imagine that if Disney studios ever did porn animations they would draw really idealized labia. ALL VULVAS WOULD LOOK THE SAME. That’s a concept I’ve tried to battle with my own nsfw art where I can, but for Mav I can only picture her with simplified cutesy bits. Soft, supple, pink, blushy, etc. Does not at all mirror how she likes said bits to be treated lmao. But I will gift her with a nice, decent sized clit because you can’t stop me

SHE TASTES tangy and sweet like cherry pie filling

Here’s a fun one. I mentioned that Mav is a masochist. I think she takes that to an extreme in her game. For someone not programmed with in-game death or defeat, dying’s probably almost as painful as DYING dying before respawn. And respawn’s gotta be a dizzying rush of relief from that pain. So… I think she occasionally get off on respawning LOL. She only does this alone, though, as she asked for Turbo’s help with it once and he did not end up having a good time. As it turns out, he’s not into killing his partner in bed, lmao.

Mavis’ brush and paint can are loaded with some of her most dense code, so much that she can feel touch through them, and they’re, shall we say, erogenous zones. Turbo knows this and likes to swipe her brush in public and fiddle around with it just to tease her. She also frequently uses the handle of it to fuck herself.

The shitgoblins are REALLY into PDA. Turbo likes to show off the action he’s getting and Mav just loves the taboo of it. They make out in open public spots all the time, will casually get a little handsy while talking to people, and will straight-up fuck where they can. Tapper’s supply closet is a fave, as well as Niceland’s penthouse, as well as a dark corner of the Qix nightclub. Hidden rooms and alleys in other games work, too. But the best of all is Gene’s closet, with his expensive cashmere cardigans used as cum rags.

Mav is really good at deepthroating. It’s nothing to her.

Turbo has been known to come pretty fast, but he has the peculiar ability to be ready to go again in record time. He’s like the Energizer bunny. He just keeps fuckin’ going.

That’s all well and good, because once they’re fully used to fucking, Mavis develops a taste for overstimulation and likes being fucked past her limit. That’s where communication and a safe word comes in handy.

Since he’s a Speed Demon, Turbo has unusually high body heat. This means… yes, this means his jizz is really hot. Excuse me.

Turbo rarely admits it but he’s obsessed with Mavis’ ass. He loves grabbin onto it while they fuck, and loves casually feeling her up (with her consent of course). A particularly nice view of Dat Ass can throw him completely off what he was doing. Same goes for her legs.

Mavis has a thing for Turbo’s hands. She otherwise never wants hands to touch her so they’re a real special thing to her. He often doesn’t even have to touch her anywhere particularly erotic to get her going – just the fact that she’s being touched is exciting enough. That being said, she loves being fingered, and she loves having his fingers in and around her mouth, to satisfy her oral fixation.

Mavis is of the “try everything once” attitude. Turbo’s a bit more of a princess than her, but probably more adventurous than the average person.

As much as Turbo likes to finish inside her, he’s also got quite a taste for spilling all over her, as a sort of possessive way to mark/claim her. She’s all his, after all.

They looooooove fucking while high.

I think thats enough for now lmao congrats on consuming so much dirt!!

#asks #headcanons #dirty stuff #i love the nasty shitgoblins #i just love them and i want them to have a nice sex life

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orionwhispers · 6 years

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You Felt Right - Thomas Shelby

(A/N - Hey loves! Ya girl is back with a new imagine, this one is about my dear fuck up Tommy Shelby! This wasn’t planned but I dreamt it so I spent all day writing it instead of homework lol! There will probably be at least one more part so I hope you love it and please leave feedback! Love ya xxx)

PART II

PART III

The contrast between yourself and Thomas Shelby was overwhelming. You were soft spoken and elegant, reserved and polite, out of place in somewhere like Small Heath. But, despite the differences between your characters and the worlds in which you came from, you were drawn together.

The first time he saw you was at the Garrison, his head turning to your friend, watching her shriek and giggle drunkenly. You were with a group of girls, all of whom were completely intoxicated, laughing and drawing attention to themselves, but his eyes were drawn to you immediately. He ran his gaze over your meek figure, watching you shy away bashfully as your friend sang loudly out of tune, his eyes darting over the untouched glass of wine in front of you, and the lack of cigarette between your fingers. Tommy didn't believe in God, and he certainly didn't believe in soulmates or ‘love at first sight’ but the feeling that warmed up the pit of his stomach as you caught his eye was unmatched to anything he had ever felt before.

He tried to put you out of his head, he had work to do, but he couldn’t, your smile distracting him from the pages he was meant to be working on. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the room growing stuffy from his frustration. He needed a smoke. He paced through the familiar cobbled streets, exhaling the grey air and the stench of his tobacco, his feet took him along the path, his eyes lazily darting around his surroundings, until he came to an immediate halt outside a shop he had somehow never seen before. Moving behind the pane of glass, brows furrowed in concentration,fumbling around the store, was you.

He had to stop himself rolling his eyes - what a fucking coincidence.

Before he could stop himself, he pushed open the door, listening to the bell ring as he stepped into the warmth. Your ears perked up at the noise and you lifted your head from your work, eyes widening unconsciously as you realised who was stood before you.

“Mr Shelby.” You stated. Grimacing at the apparent nervousness in your voice, you grabbed the stems you were arranging and placed them to the side, giving the businessman your full attention. It was only then that Tommy realised where he was, too entranced by you to even comprehend where you worked, his eyes flickering around the bouquets and vases adorning the walls. A flower shop, great.

His heart stammered at your stutter, you knew who he was was, what he did. He shouldn’t have been surprised, everybody did, but for some reason he wished you had been oblivious to his crimes and power.

“What can I do for you?” You had managed to straighten out your voice, and it sounded like honey in his ears. He paused, realising he had been stood in utter silence and he cleared his throat of smoke, stepping forward.

“I want to get my Aunt some flowers,” He lied, fingering the petals of some roses perched on the counter. “but, truthfully, I'm a little … out of my element.”

You smiled genuinely, and Tommy’s heart hammered like a hummingbird at the sight. “What would you recommend?” He watched as you tilted your head at the question, the tendrils falling from your loose bun framing your face perfectly, you parted your pink lips, moving to point to a vase filled with sunshine coloured flowers.

You held them up, stroking the soft petals, “Well, my recommendation will always be sunflowers.” You grinned, “My favourite. We get a special delivery of them every month or so, they don’t grow round here, so we have to order them specially, but its worth it, I think they’re beautiful.” You paused and looked up, blushing and internally cringing as you realised how long you had been rambling about flowers. “Sorry,” You muttered, shaking your head, but Tommy cut you off quickly.

“I’ll take them.”

The blush was hot as it prickled you neck and you smiled, plucking them from the vase and grabbing paper and string to wrap them up. Tommy used this as an opportunity to watch you, his eyes flittering over your features, he found you completely bewildering, your face was makeup free and you were wearing a basic dress, a world apart from the women he surrounded himself with, but you looked more beautiful than all of them dressed in their finery combined. Your fingers tied the ribbon effortlessly and you had managed to stop the stammer of your hands as you straightened the stems and handed the brown package to the man in front of you, you knew you should be scared of him, but you weren’t.

“Here you are, Mr Shelby.”

“Tommy, please.” He stated, handing over the polished coins, and you felt dirty holding them in your calloused hands.

You smiled and nodded, “Well, Tommy,” You tested the name on your tongue, it felt nice. “ I hope your Aunt likes them.”

He mirrored your own grin, extending his fingers to take the parcel from you, shocks flying through him as your flesh touched. He stalled for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, feeling momentarily embarrassed, an uncommon emotion for him. He regained his composure as quickly as he lost it and met your eyes confidently.

“Thank you..” He tilted his head, waiting for you to fill in the blanks.

“(Y/N)” You replied, “(Y/N, Y/L/N)”

He couldn't help the heat flooding into the pit of his stomach, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. He shuffled to the door, raising his cap in parting and opening the door a sliver, just enough so the fresh air could fill the shop.

“Well, (Y/N). It was my pleasure to meet you, I hope to be in your company again.”

You smiled, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. “Likewise, Tommy.”

He waved his hand and grinned, closing the door behind him and listening to the bell ring faintly from behind the glass. His smile lasted as he paced down the street, his cheeks feeling heavy, he hadn't smiled this hard for a long time. He shook his head, fuck, he couldn’t have it that bad already? Surely? His eyes drifted to the parcel in his palms, sunshine yellow buds peeping from the brown - and what the fuck was he going to do with these flowers?

The days passed and the work piled up, Tommy’s throat growing sore from excessive shouting and his knuckles torn and bloody from fighting. When things got too much, his siblings’ arguing drilling into his brain, workers ignoring his commands and whisky not numbing the stress of the day, his mind wandered to the girl in the flower shop. You invaded his dreams, and occupied his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried to block you out. The sunflowers perched on his desk didn't help, but he had no heart to toss them away, in fact he rather enjoyed the brightness’ they brought to the room - although he would never admit that. He had almost ripped John’s head off when his younger brother laughed outright the first time he entered, telling him to fuck off before the lad had a chance to comment, holding his hands up and running out of the room, a wide grin on his face.

The next time he saw you was at the market, filling your bags with fresh produce. You smiled kindly to the butcher, laughing at what he murmured to you, waving over your shoulder as you parted. Did you really not know what you were doing? Tommy thought incredulously, did you not know how intoxicating you were to everyone? He chased after you, calling out your name before you turned a corner.

“Oh, Tommy, hello.” You smiled, unfurling your fingers slightly in greeting. Before you could protest, he grabbed the bags from your palms, lifting them effortlessly and ignoring your tuts.

‘Let me walk you home.”

‘I was born in the country, but my parents died in the war. So, I came here, took over my Grandma’s shop before she passed and… yeah.” You trailed off, shuffling your shoes on the cobbled stones. You had certainly not expected to open up this easily, let alone to Thomas Shelby, but he was rather pleasant to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in your backstory.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N). Thats a lot for anyone to cope with, let alone being so young.”

You shrugged, “S’ok. I know it sounds bad but, I wasn’t that close to my parents anyway. They told me from a very young age that they would have rather had a boy, they were not happy when I turned out to be a girl.” You laughed, it used to sting, but since you were a child you felt little to no connection to your parents, instead growing close to your friends and their families.

“Well, for the record. I’m very grateful you turned out to be a girl.”

You laughed loudly, the sound ringing in his ears like a choir and the grin spread across his features completely, overwhelming and engulfing him. He was in deep.

You saw each other regularly after that, Tommy using whatever excuse he could to walk you home from the flower shop, take you out to the pictures or simply come round for a cup of tea - all the while maintaining that he was just being friendly. You smirked as you heard the rapping at your front door, smiling and rolling your eyes as you opened it and motioned Tommy in, boiling the kettle and watching as he lit a cigarette.

‘Mr Shelby, you really must quit that, it’s bad for your health.”

He raised a brow, exhaling softly, as you placed the china onto the saucer, careful not to spill the liquid.

“Take a lot more than that to kill me,” He said, pointing at you offhandedly as you took a sip, chuckling into yourself. The room descended into a comfortable silence, Tommy’s eyes scanning over the furnishings of your small apartment, a mixture of textures and colours, throw pillows and shelves stuffed to the brim with potted plants and flowers.

“That one new?”

You followed his finger, frowning until you noticed the array of blue in your sink, letting them soak from the long journey. You squealed in excitement, nodding in glee as you pulled them from the vase.

“Bluebells!” You smiled.

“Bluebells.” He repeated, sipping his tea, trying to hide his amusement at your excitement for the flowers in your hands.

“Samuel found them,” You said, referring to your elderly delivery driver, “They’re like sunflowers, they don’t really grow around here, but he bought the last bunch for me because he knew I would love them. Isn’t he just the sweetest?”

“Oh, the sweetest.” he mocked, and you thwacked him with a printed tea towel. Returning the flowers onto a vase you collapsed into the chair opposite him. Your gaze met, and his eyes traced your features, you no longer blushed at his wandering gaze or shrunk under his occasional touch, you felt entirely comfortable around him, it was bewildering, but you loved the feeling.

“What are you staring at?” He asked, raising his brow in mock questioning.

You leant back in your chair, an unusual spout of confidence sparking under your skin as you challenged him. “Im thinking, Tommy, about when you’re going to take me on a real date.”

To be honest, Tommy was nervous. He didn't get nervous - he made men twice his size cower in fear, he had fired a gun more times than he could count and his hands were stained with the blood of others. He had no doubt in his mind that he was evil, he tainted everything around him and you were far to pure to be dragged into this world. He had a habit of wallowing in self pity, drowning his woes and thinking of ways to break it off with you, determined to allow you a life free of violence. But as soon as he saw your face, eyes widening in greeting, pausing whatever you were doing to pull him into you - he crumbled and melted back into you, unable to break free of the hold you had on him.

You fit into his family like you had been there all along, they all had reservations about you, especially Polly. She was under the impression you were a ditzy girl, loving the danger and power that came with dating a Shelby. She was the most reserved of the bunch, but it didn't take long for the cracks to melt and Polly to accept you like a daughter. She adored you, one drunken night she pulled you into her arms and told you you were the best thing to happen to Tommy, and whenever you were around, it was the closest thing she had to the Tommy before the war. That night you pulled him impossibly closer as you slept, watching him grin sleepily as you peppered kisses across his face.

You were younger than him by a good few years, and that only increased his protectiveness. He attempted almost daily to coerce you into accepting a job as his secretary, he even offered to pay you to just sit with him all day, something you smirked relentlessly at. You were determined to keep your job as a florist as it was something that made you entirely happy even though the idea of spending the entire day with Tommy was awfully compelling. The months turned to years and you co existed perfectly, slotting into one another’s lives as if there had never been a time without the other, he proposed and you accepted without hesitation, tears pricking at your eyes at the tiny shake in his voice as he asked you to marry him, leaping into his arms and kissing him with an open mouth.

You two were so far from one another but it worked, Tommy bought a large open house with a vast garden, designed entirely for you to fill. No matter how hard his day, he still looked forward to coming home and listening to your soothing voice telling him about your day at the shop, smooth like silk, lulling him away from his worries and into a sleep. He had no doubts that you were the only good thing in his life, shining like a beacon of light and transporting him away from his own head. You accompanied him to luxurious work parties, he confided in you about business deals, you cleaned his wounds after he had killed a man. Yet, you walked around the garden barefoot, bought fresh apples and made the elderly man next door a pie, laughed at John and Arthur until tea came out of your nose. You fought the kids in the forest with swords made of sticks, fed the horses sugar cubes and got drunk after one drink, nuzzling into Tommy’s shoulder and hiccuping. You were the only person who made him genuinely laugh until his sides hurt, lighting up his insides every time he saw you smile, you made him a better person and you were the only reason he was scared to die, he couldn't leave you.

So why did he fuck it all up?

Business was getting out of hand. He was distant and cold, his voice snapped at anyone who came near, like an animal cornered. He would talk when he was ready, and you would be there to listen, but until then you left him, letting him pout and shout at everyone who passed. Tommy spent nights working, and you were unable to persuade him to come to bed, no matter how hard you pleaded, so you spent nights working later at the shop, staying up with Polly or offering to look after John’s kids. You hoped this would pass and Tommy would be back to being Tommy.

He was furious. Fucking furious. Nothing was going to plan and he could feel everything slipping between his fingers like grains of sand. The glass shattered as he threw it at the wall, chain smoking cigarettes and pulling at the strands of his hair. Nobody was listening, everyone was fucking things up. Its not an excuse, but its the closest thing he had.

Lizzie came in and smirked at his state. Loving the venerability of the man before her, he told her to fuck off, she stayed anyway, pouring them both a drink and listening as he ranted, waiting for her moment to strike. It wasn't like he was completely innocent though, Tommy wasn’t stupid, he was angry. So fucking angry, frustration boiling under his skin, hot and fiery like poison. The first time she put his hands on his chest he smacked them away, but she relented, trailing them up again, her voice raspy and deep. This time he let her, inhaling the last dregs of his booze, he was drunk, but that still wasn't an excuse.

He bent her over and fucked her. Hard. He wasn’t gentle or kind, there were no kisses or murmurs of ‘i love you’s’, no giggles or rays of sunlight on bare skin, nothing. It was just sex. But there was no excuse.

As soon as it was over he threw up.

He was panting and sweating and his heart was hammering, what the fuck had he just done? Lizzie was smug and he was fuming, grabbing her by the elbow and all but dragging her out onto the street, she squealed in protest as he harshly shoved her onto the pavement, running his hands over his face and letting out a scream into the night air. He didn’t watch as Lizzie ran home, wiping her face and smirking and he certainly didn't notice John in the background, who had stepped outside for a smoke, his face agape with disgust at his older brother.

Tommy didn’t come home that night, but you didn’t worry. He was like a tom cat, he always came back, covered in cuts and wounds perhaps, but he always came back. You were tending to your garden when you heard footsteps behind you, and you dropped your trowel and waved in greeting to John who was pacing across the grass. You smiled, out of all the brothers you were closest to him, you both having a similar childish sense of humour and an ability to banter back and forth.

Maybe it was because you were so close, maybe it was because you were like his sister, maybe it was because Tommy treated him so fucking badly or maybe it was just because he couldn't bare to see his brother fuck up something so innocent.

“He fucked Lizzie.”

You almost laughed. “What?”

He didn't smile, hurt was spreading across his eyes and bile rose in your throat.

“Im - I’m so sorry, it’s true.”

You dropped the flowers in your palms, watching as they hit the ground and the delicate stems snapped in half, crimson red petals sprawled like blood. You pushed past John who desperately tried to grab your arm, you were nimble and quick and darted past him, leaving him calling your name is despair.

You reached your bedroom and the lump in your throat was sore and swollen. The memories you shared in this room making you stamp your foot like a child, you wanted to scream and roar and tear it to shreds. You wanted to hiss and slap him and demand answers, you wanted to fight and make up, but you knew you couldn’t, it wasn’t that easy.

Instead, you counted to ten, settling on the cool satin sheets and inhaled and exhaled. The room stopped spinning and the grandfather clock chimed, signalling a new hour. Fifteen minutes. Thats all you would allow yourself to cry for, and then you would get up and sort it out. So you leant back and sniffled, the tears flowing freely as you howled into your palms, feeling like a child but unable to stop it. How could he do this to you?

Your shoulders shook and sick pooled in your stomach, you cried until you had no tears left and as soon as the clock struck quarter past you rose to your feet, wiping your face and turning the pillow over to hid the evidence. You collected your thoughts, refusing to look at any sign on Tommy in the room, averting your eyes from his cufflinks and discarded socks and cigarettes. You tore open the wardrobe, bundling a suitcase with a small handful of your favourite clothes, day dresses and sleepwear but neglecting the jewellery he had bought for you.

You sat at the desk and wrote a letter to Polly, apologising for your departure and promising to talk soon, you didn't mention when or why, you didn't even mention Tommy. You just told her you loved her and the family and you needed to clear your head, for a while. Maybe leaving was childish, but maybe he deserved it. You wanted to fight for him, but you knew you wouldn't be able to look at him after what he had done. So you sniffled, hitched up your dress and tightened your boots, wrestling with the ring on your finger and frowning at the feeling of its absence when you finally pulled it off and left it on his bedside cabinet.

You didn’t know when you’d next seem him again, or where you were going, you had enough saved to live away comfortably for a while and that’s what you planned to do until you could think properly and your judgement wasn't clouded, so you blew a kiss to his side of the bed, your heart snapping in half.

‘Goodbye, Tommy.”

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Hello! I love your blogs and your writing! Just want to say thanks for doing this! Anyway ifnits not too much trouble Can I ask a request for st.v day, rfa,v,and saeran on a beach date, like first time see them in a swimsuit. I dont care how you do it: make each one separate or an rfa outing, pure smut or pure and chaste as hell, just make it fluff galore, I need some fluff man. Much love <3 and have a beautiful day! @valancystirling48

Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine! Some will be fluff and some will be sin ;)

It was rare to get everybody in the rfa to get together with all having busy schedules to attend to. But rfa was a family, so even minor holidays were good enough reason to meet up–according to Seven atleast, whose idea it was to go to the beach for Valentine’s Day. With his amazing hacking skills, he managed to push back everyone’s schedules just so you all could hang out today. Now here you are at the beach with your partner, about to prepare to soak in some sun!

Yoosung:

He only needed to remove his shirt because he was already wearing his swim trunks, so it didn’t take any effort to get ready (he did have to mentally prep to expose his blindingly pale chest from staying inside all day playing LOLOL)

Being the gentleboy that he is, he waited until you finished in the changing booth to go have fun with the others

“Alright Yoosung, I’m done!” you hollered from the inside before the click of lock swung the door open

…Only to reveal you in a really…really nice bikini

A really nice bikini styled after that one really hot lolol character (ahri is a babe ok)

His face immediately flushed a bright crimson color, “M-m-m-mc!”

“Hm? You like it Yoosung? I had it custom made from a friend of mine!”

Poor boy didn’t know where to rest his hands when you cuddled up to him under the umbrella because everywhere he touched there was bare skin

Cute boi got jealous when he went to go get some water for the sandcastle you guys were making when a guy came over to hit on you and asked if you would play lolol with him

Yoosung ‘accidentally’ dumped his bucket of freezing sea water on him and the guy stormed off grumpy and embarrassed

“Oops :) I’ll go get some more water, Mc!”

Yandere Yoosung can be vv cute

Jaehee:

“Jaehee, will you untie the strings of my dress for me, I can’t reach them.”

Blushing babe nervously fumbled with the strings until they untied and the dress plopped right down onto the blanket

And oh my goodness

You just looked so beautiful

Jaehee feels blessed

Your swimsuit was a pretty beige one piece and it had a picture of a coffee cup on it and it was so cute omg the link i put doesn’t have a coffee pic but PRETEND OKAY

“Mc, you look…so pretty!”

She may have said that she isn’t innocent but gdi jAEHEE IS A PURE SOUL AND SHE ONLY THINKS YOU’RE GORGEOUS

No sinful thoughts will enter her mind!!

When you two were belly boarding she might as well have died and gone to heaven with the way the water and sun shone down on you

You both walked along the shore hand in hand to find some really cute seashells so you guys could use them to craft or decorate the cafe with

When night rolled around and the whole gang was huddled around the campfire and seven singing the campfire song song, you and Jaehee provided hot chocolates and brought the ingredients to make smores!

Jaehee loved being cuddled next to you in the same blanket <3

Zen:

“Babe, what’s taking so long? We’re gonna start the volleyball match soon!”

“Okay okay, I’m done, I’m done, sheesh,” you mumbled as you walked out of the changing room in a really sexy nice looking burgundy bikini

Zen’s face could almost compete with the color of your bikini because dAMN you looked so good

He’s trying so so so hard to restrain the beast from just taking you against the wall then and there

Halfway through the beach volleyball match, everyone decided to do piggyback pairs because why not it’s more fun? Naturally you had Zen piggyback you

But he could barely focus on the game because bare skin and boob was pressing up against his exposed back

Zen looked liked he was about to pass out from a heat stroke so you brought him into a bathroom stall so he could cool down

Well as soon as the door locked, you were pushed against the wall, lots of rough kissing, and the room suddenly felt very hot zen you might actually get a stroke calm down

As soon as you were all riled up, he pulled away and huskily whispered into your ear, “We’re finishing this when we get home, princess.”

This was going to be a long day for sure

Jumin:

You remember the cat lingerie? Well they make the same thing but in the swimsuit material and you got yourself a black set

The difference from Zen is that right when you opened the door to reveal what you were wearing, Jumin just pushed you back in, locking the door and immediately backed you against the wall because you!! looked!! so!! sexy!!

He propped and held you up against the wall, moved the bikini bottom to the side and thrust himself into you, pounding relentlessly, basking in the noises you tried to keep in

Jumin, to both of your dismays, had to make it a quickie–wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious now would we? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) still some good sex though

But he was definitely going to do a thorough job when you got home though :))

Anywho, after your little session, you had a lot of fun teaching Jumin the fun things commoners do at the beach!

He even tried drawing a blueprint in the sand for the castle you were building; “I guess old habits die hard,” V chuckled at his friend

After losing the beachball while playing with it in the ocean, everybody washed up and decided to walk around the boardwalk too see the cool stores

Jumin bought you a cute new dress to wear instead of your current sandy one

Afterwards he took everyone out to a restaurant there and covered the bill

But the real fun happened when you got back to the penthouse later that night ;))

707:

Were his eyes deceiving him?? Did he need a new prescription??

Because Mc just walked out with the most amazing sailor moon bikini holy pepperonis you were cute and h o t

Saeyoung’s glasses literally started fogging up and he is enjoying the view of your adorableness

He wishes you told him ahead of time so he could make a matching swimsuit!! But sadly his swimtrucks were the same design as his jacket

The whole day he pretended to be in danger just so his magical girl could save him (eg “IM DROWNING!!”, “SAVE ME FROM THIS MONSTER!!” the crab)

All day, to the others, he seemed very behaved with keeping his hands off you but that my friend was not the case

In the water? He’s groping you all over. Sitting at a table? His hands are stroking teasingly up your thighs. No one’s looking? Smack! Right on your butt. The teasing lasted all day

The worst was when everybody was chilling around the campfire when night fell; you were on Saeyoung’s lap and a big blanket he brought was wrapped around the two of you

That’s when he slid his hand down and started to rub you through the fabric of the swimsuit while casually listening to the story Zen was telling

He loved that you had to hold your moans in and refrain from squirming

When he felt your moisture start to seep through, that’s when he moved his hand inside your swimsuit to put his fingers to good use

707 the sadist is merciless

V: (he’s not blind in this one because he deserves to have fun ok)

After taking some pictures of the ocean, Jihyun found you sitting on a rock, staring out at the ocean

He couldn’t resist snapping a candid of you; the soft ocean breeze moving your hair, the bright sunlight shining down on his angel, and your beautiful white swimsuit

Jihyun is a gentle sweetheart and he will not let any hand wander where it shouldn’t be; you want him to rub sunscreen on you? Well Jihyun is a well behaved man unlike SOMEBODY *cough*SAEYOUNG*cough*

Since he gets tired easily from sports and such, he’s mainly taking many photos of you playing with the others

He wasn’t going to join in the water balloon fight until surprisingly, Jumin pelted him with one (I don’t care who it is, best friends are always jerks to eachother LOL) He mainly used himself to shield you from being hit though

When you get tired, he already has a spot next to him for you under his umbrella and just hold you while running his fingers over the bare skin, as it is calming to him

When sunset was finally happening, this boy was rushing you to many different spots just to take pictures of you with the beautiful sky

Jihyun is so thoughtful because when it started getting cold and your normal clothes were all sandy, he knew to pack an extra set for you in a sealed bag bless his soul

Unknown:

Saeran’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets when you saw you in your bikini

It wasn’t anything flashy, just a black two-piece

But damn if the simplicity wasn’t hot, it was sexy

At first the thought of doing anything remotely sexual at the beach in public was a big no no so he didn’t do anything when he can just do it at home

Until he saw how other guys at the beach were staring you up and he did not like it, the possessive feeling now bubbling inside his chest

He was practically glued to your side like a guard, scaring away the guys with just his death glare

When he was escorting you to the bathroom he got into a stall with you, “S-saeran what’re you doing!?”

In an instant his lips where attached to your neck, “Leaving a reminder that you’re mine.”

It went no further than that, but the whole rfa was staring at your neck except v lol when you came back, but none dared to say anything

Except for Saeyoung, who told his brother congrats for getting some, which resulted with him getting beat up

No guys would come up to you anymore, even if they didn’t in the first place, but it made Saeran feel better so shhhhh

He did make up for it during the campfire by making your smores for you so your fingers don’t get sticky while his do

It’s the little things because now Saeran’s fingers are sticky and have sand all over them ew

He also made up for it with jealous sex that night too so no complaints

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