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junisfics · 3 years

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PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEE DO A COMPLETE A-Z NSFW ALPHABET OF ARMIN!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE ALWAYS JUST DOES SOME LETTERS!!!!!! WE NEEEEEEEEEEEED ALLLLLLLL OF IT!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + ( somnophilia, breeding, dubcon / dumbification / overstimulation

a // aftercare ( what they're like after sex )

he gets very very clingy, very affectionate. really likes to show how much he loves you afterwards. clean up is a more mutual thing, you both help each other wipe off spit, cum, lube, etc afterwards. you both also like to take a nice warm bath after

b // body part ( their favorite body part, on them and you )

his: his arms. mainly because he can hold you in them and likes to squeeze you real tight. he may not be the strongest but he's very proud of how strong he is

yours: tits. armin is a tits guy sorry. big or small he loves your tits so much, loves the way they look in his hands or covered in hickies. just loves 'em.

c // cum ( anything to do with cum )

his favorite place to cum is on your face. yes. it sounds a little lewd for him but he looooves to see your pretty face all red and painted in his cum hehe

armin cums a lot. like a lot. i don't make the rules. his dick is just so sensitive he can't help it. when he cums in your mouth it's always a full swallow or two.

d // dirty secret

y'all already know this. armin is a closet perv and no one can change my mind. he's a fucking pervert. panty snatcher, watches you shower, gets off to you sleeping. everything.

e // experience

armins not experienced but he's very smart so he knows what's up. and he's a quick learner. it's very easy for him to get you off once he knows what you like.

f // favorite position

missionary is always a classic, he loves seeing your face as he's making you feel good. it boosts his ego a little

but doggy WHEW armin goes fucking insane for doggy. he loves hitting it from behind to see the way your ass ripples as his hips meet yours.

g // goofy ( are they more serious or humorous in the moment )

if something funny happens he laughs, but he doesn't just mess around the whole time. sex is an intimate thing for him and he likes to keep it more serious... but it's always light hearted

h // hair ( how well groomed are they )

clean but not bald cuz he thinks it makes his dick look weird LMFAO

i // intimacy ( how intimate are they in the moment )

he's an intimate guy, he loves loving you. he loves being close to you, he loves pleasing you. when it's about you it's about you all the way though. he wants to make you feel happy and content.

j // jerk off

he's a closet perv so of course he jerks off... what can you expect? obviously he always prefers it was you but if you're not there and he needs to get off, he needs to get off.

k // kink ( one or more of their kinks )

whew this is a list isn't it.

overstimulation: whether he's receiving or giving he loves it. he loves when he can barely control his body from twitching because it feels so good. but he also loves watching you shake and come undone over and over and over

thigh riding: he's so amazed on how you can get off on only his thigh. it makes his dick throb so fucking hard for you. even if you don't touch him he could still cum from watching you.

dumbification: he may not be the strongest guy but he has stamina and will use it. he loves to see you all fucked out and trembling, even if it means overstimulating himself in the process.

somnophilia: consensual of course.. armin loves to finger you while you're asleep... listening to your shaky moans as you begin to stir. he also loves waking up with your lips wrapped around his cock

breeding: this ones little. he just loves the idea of having a family with you, it makes him so happy

l // location ( where they like to do it the most )

bed, specifically yours. it's a territorial thing for him. you're his and his only and he's gonna let you know.

he also like it up against a wall, your hands just grabbing onto him for dear life as he plows you up it

m // motivation ( what turns them on )

literally anything turns him on. and when i mean anything i mean anything and everything. you're just talking? he's hard. you're reading a book? bam. he's hard. you're sleeping? hard.

n // no ( their turn offs )

anything that involves hurting you ( slapping, pinching, biting etc ) he could never bring himself to do it ( but he does like receiving it )

o // oral

LOVES eating you out, could do it for houuurs just because he loves the taste. loves feeling your squirm and clench around his tongue and fingers... it literally has him grinding against the side of the bed

he likes receiving too but not as much. gets absolutely weak in the knees seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his dick

p // pace ( fast ? / slow ? / rough ? / sensual ? )

armin likes it slow but rough... languid but deep strokes that reach only the deepest parts inside you. likes being close and pressed up against you while he fucks you nice and good.

q // quickie

he prefers not to do quickies but if it's needed it's needed and he'll be more then willing to get it on with you in a bathroom or closet

r // risk ( are they up for experimentation ? )

he loves trying new things !! anything that involves learning something new he will be so down for. you want to peg him? absolutely!! you want him to choke you? yes!! he loves finding new things you guys can like together.

s // stamina ( how long and for how many rounds )

like i said... armin isn't strong but he has stamina. if life was normal for them i would bet on my momma that he would run cross country. so he can go and go and go for rounds without getting too tired. he just wants to make you feel so good and loves seeing you all fucked out. yes he may be overstimulating himself in the process but it's so worth it.

t // toys ( do they own toys, use toys ? )

not really. toys aren't really something either of you need in the relationship. but as i said, armin is up to experiment and if that means bringing in a vibrator then he's all for it.

u // unfair ( how much they like to tease )

he doesn't hate teasing persay... he just likes getting to the point. he gets very impatient and needy and really has no self control when it comes to teasing.

v // volume ( how loud are they ? )

armin as pretty moans. a little on the feminine side but my god are they music to your ears. cute little whines and whimpers falling from his lips as he struggles to keep his orgasm at bay. whew.

w // wild card ( random headcanon )

likes when u finger his ass... what can i say

x // x ray ( what's going on under the clothes )

he's not huge. maybe 6-6.5/7 inches. but he knows how to use it. it's not the size of the ship... it's about the motion of the ocean. ( pun intended )

y // yearning ( how high is their sex drive )

if you let him, armin could fuck you all day every day. his sex drive is through the fucking roof. he just loves you so goddamn much and wants to be near you all the time.

z // zzz's ( how quick are they to fall asleep ? )

he cleans up, snuggles up to you and is passed the fuck out. he may have stamina but once all the energy he exerted catches up to him he's out like a light. but you don't mind cuz so are you.

#tw: breeding #tw: dumbification #tw: somnophilia #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader smut #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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She Likes Blues- PASTEL Blues (2)

A/N: Because I love you and this brilliant concept Isa. So i decided to expound on the au... a little. Concept creds go to the ever brilliant @tanuki-pyon

This is a continuation to one of my drabbles. Treat it as chap 1. It’s just gonna be more dumb au stuff so... ayt.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi.

She Likes Blues- PASTEL Blues (2): It’s A Date!

“I’m your roommate.” Akko managed to lamely state.

The girl in front of her stared at her hand a good, long while making Akko grow more and more nervous by the second.

“Um...miss?”

“Oh, apologies. Yes, yes... Um...” Temporarily placing her phone down on a nearby shelf, Akko watched roommate extend a hand which she gladly took. “Diana.” She curtly said.

“A-Akko.”

“Charmed.” Diana said sweetly, taking her hand back. She gave Akko a quick once-over, and the brunette nervously shuffled her socked feet along the carpet.

“Mi-miss D-Diana?”

“Hmm...” The girl tapped her cheek thoughtfully with a manicured index finger, sucking in the side of her cheek before her expression changed into a friendly smile. Clapping her hands together, she asked, “Ever tried pastel pink or a salmon color?”

Akko stared at her, bewildered.

“What?”

“Clothes. Wearing those colors. Have you ever worn mini-skirts or a sundress? Hmm... Maybe we could find something that would suit you... would Hannah match your size?”

“Um... Miss Diana...?”

“But Barbara might have some nice colors that would match your complexion as well.”

What was... going on?

“You’re ‘all-black’ style looks lovely and all, love-”

‘Love?!’

“But I do believe you could pull off some of the most gorgeous colors, don’t you think so?” Diana asked her, walking forward to lightly pat her cheek. “Okay?”

“...o-okay?” Akko went along with her pace, still not registering what was going on.

“Perfect!” Diana cheered, planting a chaste smooch on Akko’s other cheek before bidding her goodbye with a wave of her fingers. “It’s a date!”

“Date...” Akko repeated blankly, hand touching the place where warm lips had just blessed her. “Date... Date?!” Akko screeched, fingers running up to pull at her hair, trying to prove to her that she wasn’t deliriously dreaming.

[“Oh wow! You just scored a date! Real quick too! Um... congrats, my baby?”]- Her phone sounded from her pocket, and Akko flew inches off the floor in surprise.

“MAMA?!” Had she not hung up?! Wait... did that mean that... her mother had listened in on the entire conversation?! Wait! NO! That couldn’t... this couldn’t... Her heart suddenly picked up speed for a different reason, the organ pounding excruciatingly in her chest. Her mind ran a mile a minute in anxiety and panic.

She wanted to cry, to throw up. Her throat was so dry and painful.

Her mama had heard that. Sure she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary... had she?

‘Calm down, Akko. Calm down. She might not have thought of it as anything weird. Yeah. Nothing weird. Of course. Except for my very female roommate setting us up on a date.’

Akko took erratic, deep breaths.

‘Oh but that doesn’t mean anything, right? It’s not like you’d normally think it was anything but a friend date unless you know for sure that your kid was... but my mom doesn’t- ’

Wait, but mothers knew these types of things, right? What if she had pieced together Akko’s reaction and figured it all out on her own?

Years of trying to hide it and... but maybe Akko was just that bad at hiding it. And her mom now knew.

Akko hadn’t even told her on her own that she was...

[“Akko-chan? Are you there?”]

No... she... how would she... what would her mom...

“Mama... I’m... I’m sor-”

[“My sweet baby, listen. Listen to Mama for a sec, okay?”]

Akko whimpered, nodding despite her mom not being able to see her.

It was too late. Her mom clearly knew now. Obviously. There was no way she didn’t. She was now going to confront Akko. She was going to tell her, even if it was with a sweet voice, that Akko was in the wrong, and that maybe she’d have to go into that strange therapy session Amanda complained to her about last week. And then she’d say she was disappointed, and that would hurt Akko more than any other thing in the world-

[“Baby, just please be sure to bring her home and introduce her to me during vacation, okay? She sounds like a lovely girl.”]

“...eh?”

[“I love you, my little Akko-chan.”]

Akko felt herself tear up, clutching her phone close in disbelief and incomprehension.

“Mama?” She called out in a hoarse voice, trying to grasp at straws of reality that she suddenly couldn’t fathom.

[“Hai~?”]

Akko sniffed, harshly wiping away her tears on her sweater arm.

“I love you, mama.” She sobbed, trying her best not to outright wail.

[“Mama loves you most.”]

Like a dam, her emotional barrier broke, spilling out in teary mumbles and sobs.

Was it supposed to be this easy? Or was she just so incredibly blessed?

She continued to wail into her phone mic for the next few minutes or so, listening to her mother tell her random stories about geese and laughing at how silly her cries sounded.

She really did adore her mother.

After about fifteen minutes of a breakdown however, a different tune broke through the air. Even her mother noticed it, immediately asking what it was.

“I... don’t know, Ma.” Akko responded, looking around the room to find the source of the grossly cutesy music that certainly didn’t belong to her. “A ringtone?”

And then she spotted it, on the shelf. A glammed-up phone strap, and a case with ears-

“Oh, hell on earth... It’s my roommate’s phone.” Akko accidentally said. She heard her mother belt out a hearty laugh.

[“Well, then I guess you should do what you have to.”] She said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Pick it up?” Akko asked, unsure.

[What?! No! Wait... actually, maybe you should.”] Mrs. Kagari muttered.

“Eeehh?”

[“Hurry! And put it on speaker in case it’s some weirdo!”]

Feeling the urgency in her mother’s tone, Akko felt compelled to pick up, holding the glittery device to her ear, and trying her best not to sound awkward or stupid for her roommate’s sake.

“Hello? Um... the owner of this phone currently-”

[“Oh, is this Akko?”]

“Y-yes! This is indeed, um, Akko... who is... conversing... with you.” She squeaked out. She could hear her mother facepalm on the other line.

[“Oh perfect! Hi! Um, this is Diana. Sorry about inconveniencing you. I was a little foolish and forgot my phone, it seems. Sorry for calling. I was just making sure that I hadn’t actually lost it along the way.”]

“Oh. Oh wow, that’s... that would have been terrible.” Akko responded stiffly. She could just hear her mother’s shame from across the ocean. It wasn’t like she had taught her how to flirt or anything!

[“Yes, indeed it would have.”] She heard Diana’s sweet giggling on the other end, and her heart soared. [“I’m so glad it’s with you, though- in safe hands.”]

Akko was so glad Diana couldn’t see her stupid grin. “Me-me too! I’m... I’m glad too! For you!”

[“You are terrible at this.”] Akko barely heard her mother groan.

“Um... s-so... do you want me to... bring your phone over to where you are or something?” Akko asked, clutching the phone securely in hand.

[“Oh! Oh, dear no. Please don’t feel bothered. I just wanted to check if it was okay. B-but... if it’s not an inconvenience to you...”]

Akko found her bashfulness quite cute. Like everything else about Diana.

[“If you don’t bring the lady her phone, I will disown you.”]

Her mom could be terrible sometimes.

“I’ll... I’ll bring you your phone, no worries. It’s no biggie... um... just tell me where you are and I’ll head on over.” Akko said, grabbing a notepad to take down the address.

[“Really? Oh thank you! Thank you so much! You’re a darling, Akko.” Diana responded cheerily, dictating the directions for Akko to take to get to her. [“Again, you are such a sweetheart.”]

“No, not at all.” Akko chuckled awkwardly. “Anyone would do this.” She shyly replied.

[“Oh, not at all, sweetie. You’d be surprised.”]

Akko blushed at the pet name, already muting out her mother’s teasing giggles.

[“Tell you what, once you get here, I’ll treat you to lunch. How about that? Oh, and while we’re at it, we could just do our little date! What say you, darling?”]

Akko was reaching the cap of her shyness threshold here. She didn’t know if she could take anymore.

“S-Sure.” She was still afraid to come off as rude to her brand new roommate though. Wanting to make a good impression, she figured she’d accept.

That’s all there was to it.

[“Brilliant! See you soon, love~ Bye.”]

At the dial tone that ended the call, Akko walked over to her bed, grabbed a pillow... and screamed.

[“Send me pics, love you!”]- She heard in the background before her mom hung up as well.

Akko screamed again.

#diakko #dianakko #lwa #little witch academia #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #pastel diana #fanfic #au

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43sparrows · 4 years

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l o n g e d - {Five x Reader AU}

Read Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 / Part 3.5

Warning: smut

Word Count: 2,713

Note: please come scream at me in my inbox

Call me.

You've been dreading this note from Five for the past week. It's not that the words are new--a week ago, it would've been excitement causing the twisting feeling in your stomach--but it's the fact that this is the first note you've gotten since you're meltdown. Sure, he'd brushed off your apology, but it's been almost a full week since you've seen each other, and something just doesn't feel the same. Even your roommate has noticed something's off, and while you've shared the news about your ex, you can't bring yourself to tell her how you've gone and proven yourself to be more work than you're worth to Five. So, while the note itself is normal enough, you have the sinking sensation that this is his version of "We need to talk."

And you don't want to talk.

That's why it takes you hours to finally steel yourself up enough to return his call. The sky's growing dark by the time you dial in the number, standing in the hall with you head tilted back against the wall, the phone cord weaving between your fingers.

"Five." His brusque voice makes you want to hang up the phone. Instead, you adjust your grip and tug at the cord.

"Hey," you say, softly. "It's Y/N."

"Took you long enough." His voice is still flirting with being abrasive, but he's saying more than just a couple of words which must mean something. You're not sure what though. "What are you doing in...two hours?"

Confusion knits your brow together as you wrap the cord around one of your fingers. "Nothing, I'm free."

"Howling Rock Cafe. I'll be at the bar."

"Ok," you agree. There's a pause and then the other end of the line goes dead.

You sigh before slowly untangling yourself from the cord so you can hang up the phone and get ready

It's glaringly obvious within the first few seconds of entering the bar that this is not Five's scene.

You can't help but compare this place to the smoky night club where you first met. It's like night and day--and not just because this place has strobe lights bathing just about every inch of the room in colorful lights.

For one, it seems to be crawling with barely legal drinkers. It's not like the two of you are that far removed in age from the rest of the crowd, but Five doesn't exactly seem the type to want to relive college nights out.

And then there's a cover band with the amps turned up way too high as they work their way through pop covers. You miss the lyric-less music of the other bar with its relentless beat that seemed to reverberate in your chest.

It crosses your mind that maybe Five had meant another place or that you'd misheard him on the phone, but then you catch sight of him sitting at the bar with a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

"What are you drinking?" You ask, slipping into the seat next to him. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, pupils already blown wide. His gaze slides from the curve of your breasts that disappear beneath the plunging neckline of your little black dress down to your legs.

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. "Brandy. For now."

The line would be clumsy on another man's lips, but something about the way he says it has you dizzy, and it's the one piece of Five that's seemed anywhere close to normal since that night.

You tear your eyes away from him, flagging down the bartender to order yourself a gin, neat.

"So," you say, anxiety knotting in the pit of your stomach as you toy with the question that's been on your mind the entire way to the bar. "Howl's?" You change course last second, asking a different, less terrifying question.

"I've heard things about this place," Five said with a shrug. "Figured I'd check them out."

"What'd you hear?" It's genuine curiosity, and maybe it's the refocused attention or maybe it's the large gulp of gin, but you feel yourself relaxing slightly.

"I heard they're heavy pourers," Five says, taking a sip of his drink. He lifts both eyebrows and places the glass back down on the bar. "But it would seem I heard wrong."

You laugh. Nothing about this place suggests they have strong drinks. The prices are too cheap. The crowd is too young.

"At least the atmosphere is nice," you quip, and Five looks around the room before shooting you a mildly amused look. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by a loud group of co-eds who just walked in the door. You turn to look. One is draped in a pink "It's my birthday!" sash. This does not bode well.

"Let's go back to mine. I've restocked," you offer, but Five shakes his head. You wait for him to share a reason or even pick up the sentence he didn't get out, but he doesn't, instead taking another sip of his subpar brandy.

You wish that you had your own drink in front of you, shooting a look at the bartender who looks to be making about four drinks at once. The knot inside of you has come back, growing even tighter as the silence extends. Silence has never been uncomfortable with Five before.

You attribute this largely to the fact that up until this point you've always been so careful about following the rules of engagement, as it were. And while you don't know for sure, it feels like you're guilty of a breach of contract. You wish you could remember what you said, but you can hardly even remember what you did. It's all a blur.

You know he came over, you announced your ex's engagement, and then he tucked you into bed and made sure you had coffee the next morning.

There had to have been more to that night than just that, though. Because emotions and caretaking--that wasn't part of the deal.

Then again, neither was going out to bars.

The bartender placed your gin in front of you and gratefully you took a long drink from it. You could feel Five's eyes on you as you lowered the glass back down.

"That kind of day?" he asked.

You returned your attention to him. "That kind of week," you corrected. He nodded and toasted you with his own glass before the both of you drank.

You tapped your finger lightly against the side of your gin, the alcohol had yet to take hold but you could feel the warming sensation flowing through you. It was enough of a comfort to know that soon the nerves that had been humming beneath your skin all week would be quiet. "So, why are we here?" The words slipped past your lips, earning a raised eyebrow from Five.

"I told you, I wanted to check this place out."

"That's it?" Your finger still beat steadily against the side of your glass.

You could see the awareness dawn on Five, a sly smile twisting at his lips. "I can't just want your company?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Or maybe it was three. And although the alcohol was supposed to have you pleasantly numb, instead you felt like you were on fire. "I would have thought you had enough of my company after last week."

Realization reached his eyes this time as he shook his head at you. "No," he said, angling his body more towards yours. "I haven't had enough."

The two of you are in the bathroom two hours later.

As far as bar bathrooms go, it's surprisingly clean and roomy. The second part is probably due to the fact the owners had opted for a single use closet style bathroom as opposed to anything remotely functional for the size of the crowd this place has drawn in with it's mediocre music and watered down drinks.

It's not the worst place to have sex, but if you were in your right mind you probably would have insisted that Five pop you back to your place instead. But the consecutive drinks and Five's hand trailing up your thigh had been so intoxicating, you didn't even protest when he took your hand in his and dragged you in here to push you up against the sink.

His mouth is on your neck now, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin there, his hands keeping your dress bunched up at your waist. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he moves your panties to the side, pressing a finger into you. "Five," you mumble, a moan escaping you as he curls his finger.

"Louder," Five commands, his lips grazing against your neck, moving down to trail love bites along your collarbone. He pushes into you again, and his name falls from your lips again, this time at a normal volume.

"Louder," Five urges, kissing under your jaw, as you fist the back of his shirt in your hands. Your entire body feels like a taut string, and he's just getting started. You know this has to be quick, there's probably going to be a line outside, but the way his fingers are moving has effectively killed all thoughts outside of the fact that you haven't lost him. He's still, in some small way, yours.

"Five, please," you plead, and you're not quite sure what you're pleading for--release or more of him.

"Fuck," he swears, withdrawing from you and spinning you around, so you have both hands on either side of the sink, your ass exposed to him. He leans in close, and you can feel the length of his entire body against your back. "I love it when you beg." His whisper is hot in your ear, and a needy gasp leaves you. Dirty talk isn't part of the usual routine, and you didn't expect it to have such an effect.

He withdraws, his fingers tucking into the sides of your underwear and dragging them down to your knees. Behind you, you hear his buckle clink as he frees himself from his pants. It's a second more of anticipation before his hands find your hips, and he slowly enters you, allowing you to feel each inch of him. His fingers dig into your hips as a groan leaves him. Warmth blooms in your chest, and you promise yourself that you'll remember this moment and that sound forever.

Five continues to move at a sensual pace, and your eyes flick up to the mirror, taking in his face. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and an intense but unidentifiable feeling builds in you. And then his hips unexpectedly snap into yours, earning him a loud moan.

It also seems to earn a knock at the door.

"Alright guys, wrap it up. Other people need to use the bathroom," a gruff voice says on the other side of the door.

It might have been a bit of a mood killer if it weren't for the fact that Five repeats the motion, leaving you gasping. He pulls you up close to him, one hand on your hip and the other toying with your breast. "Can't leave them waiting," he grunts, and your head lolls back onto his shoulder. Despite the fact that it's been shorter than the vast majority of your sessions together, you're more of a needy mess then you've ever been. Maybe it's the combination of the alcohol and publicness and the sounds coming from Five, but whatever it is, it's not long before you're cumming, and not long after, he is too.

There's now pounding at the door.

"Come on, you guys gotta get out. Let's go."

Five smirks at you from where he's pulling his pants back up--or at least, if he was anyone else you'd call it a smirk. It's softer than usual though--although it's still not quite a smile. Like you're in on the joke with him. It makes your heart beat a little faster, and you're just able to stop yourself from a full blown smile, the corners of your mouth turning down in an attempt to seem cool as usual. He gestures with his head towards the door, and after checking yourself in the mirror and making yourself seem slightly more presentable, you follow him out, keeping your eyes trained on the floor so you don't have to look at the bouncer or line of people waiting by the door.

Unfortunately, the bouncer seems to have other plans.

"Y/N?"

You know that voice. Without the door between you and the fake gruffness, it's clear as day, and it feels a bit like someone has dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. You feel painfully sober.

Your eyes widen, and you turn to see your ex dressed in the black t-shirt and jeans, looking just as shocked to see you.

"Oh my God," you mumble.

"Uh--" he says, pointing to the door, and you make your way towards it, Five still next to you, and your ex following up behind you. You stop just beside the door, across from where another bouncer is checking IDs.

"Sorry, I--you can't stay." He does seem genuinely apologetic, and you're not sure if it's just the awkwardness of the whole situation or if he really feels bad.

"No, no. I get it," you shake your head. Five's hand drifts to the small of your back, and your previously blank mind remembers that oh yeah--he's here too. This is the worst moment of your life. "Oh, this is, um, Five. Five, this is Jordan. We...we used to date." That seems like a wildly simplistic introduction for both of them, but you're still reeling.

"Five? Like the kid from The Umbrella Academy?"

Five's smile is so fake you wouldn't be surprised if Jordan could also sense the thinly veiled animosity. "The very same," Five says, holding out his hand and shaking Jordan's. His arm returns around you.

Jordan looks like he's a mixture of confused and impressed, and before this situation can get any worse, you open your mouth and start saying words, hoping they come out in order and make sense.

"I didn't know you work here."

Jordan's eyes linger on Five for a second more before meeting yours. "Yeah, I had to pick up another job...I'm getting married."

"Oh, congratulations." you say less than earnestly, pushing hair behind your ear. Emotion swirls in your chest, pressure building to react--to sob, to scream, to sink into the ground. Anything but stand here.

"Well," Five says, coming to your rescue. "I should take her home." You look up at him, and there's a ghost of smugness on his face. If you hadn't studied him for so long, you might have missed the look, but it's there.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Jordan nods, stepping back towards the bar. "It was good to see you, Y/N."

It's a lie. But he's not the only liar here. "You too," you say nodding. "Good luck with the wedding."

"Thanks," he nods again like a bobblehead, and you turn and head out the door quickly with Five.

The two of you walk down the sidewalk and towards the parking garage in silence. It's not until you're passing rows of cars that Five speaks. "Did you drive?"

You shake your head, your thoughts still on the way Five had handled that situation. You have a terrible feeling.

It's unspoken that Five will give you a ride home, so you don't bother to ask for a ride. Instead, you save up your question, waiting until the two of you are stopped at a red light, halfway home to ask.

"Did you know he worked there?"

The corner of Five's mouth turns up. "Might have been a thing I heard about that place."

You have more questions, but you don't want to ask them. That one was enough to shatter the illusion you'd been creating all night.

That he had brought you out because he wanted your company.

That he might return a hint of the feelings you had for him.

That this was something other than what it was.

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#five hargreeves #number five #number 5 #number five smut #number 5 smut #five hagreeves smut #five smut #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #number 5 x reader #number five x reader

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maeve-writes · 3 years

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Summer Camp

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rating: 18+; Minors DNi

Warnings: PWP, oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex, brutally murdered teens by an immortal serial killer at a summer camp (though that is just mentioned).

Summary: You and the boys investigate the slaughtering of counselors at a cursed summer camp.

a/n: This was written on a Friday the 13th and an excuse to write Sam smut.

It was a case straight out of a campy horror movie, five counselors were slaughtered as they got the camp ready for the summer. Normally it wouldn’t have been your kind of scene, but the cops wouldn’t talk about it and the only survivor was missing two limbs and held up in a psychiatric facility. The news said she claimed that whoever killed her friends was still out there and impossible to kill, even after they set him on fire and managed to stab him in the chest.

“Think it’s a Tulpa,” Sam asked as he lugged your bags towards a cabin.

“Could be,” you hummed. You honestly hating camping, the dirt, the bugs, the heat, but living the life as a hunter brought you out into the deep woods from time to time and you learned to deal with it. But at least here at camp there was indoor plumbing and beds. “Or it could be a serial killer bent on revenge against horny camp counselors.”

Sam grinned as you pulled the rickety door open and allowed him in first. The cabin was small, but had a tiny sitting room that lead to a bedroom holding an aging queen bed and bathroom that you barely fit in, so you weren’t sure how Sam was going to use it, but at least you had your privacy. Dean was rooming with, much to his delight, the rest of the actual counselors in hopes of a hookup before facing the big bad.

“My parents shipped me off to camp every summer,” you recalled idly, unpacking your clothes into the small wooden dresser. “I hated every minute of it.”

“Why? I would’ve loved to have gone to a regular camp,” Sam laughed from where he stretched out on the bed, the springs creaked with his breathing. “Probably would’ve been better than chasing werewolves all summer.”

“I built so many birdhouses out of popsicle sticks it’s not even funny.” You tucked away the last of Sam’s shirts and moved to crawl in the bed with him, the thin mattress gave easily to your weight and groaned in protest. He reached out for you as you moved closer, his hands found your hips as you straddled his. “And they forced me to go fishing,” you grimaced. “Had to hook poor little worms, it was so sad.”

“I promise you don’t have to do anything like that while you’re here. We signed you up as the swim instructor,” he informed with a glint in his eye.

“What? You said I was doing archery,” you gasped, slapping at his chest.

“And miss the chance of seeing you in a bathing suit all day? No way,” Sam grinned and blocked the rest of your playful hits.

You rolled your eyes and fought against him as he pulled you down for a kiss. “You’re a pervert, you know that?” You lost the battle and allowed him to press his mouth against yours. “And hopefully we aren’t all chopped up into tiny pieces and eaten before the camp opens,” you muttered against his puckered lips.

“You really know how to kill the mood, Y/N,” he groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow.

You laughed and winked, climbing off of him. “C’mon, let’s go find your brother.” You pulled him out of the bed and eventually the cabin, heading out to join the others already gathered around the evening campfire. Dean was chatting with a pretty blonde around your age, wide eyed and flushed as the other Winchester flirted shamelessly. “I see that you got straight to work,” you greeted them when you got close enough.

“This the Brittany,” Dean turned his attention to the both of you. “Her parents own the camp.”

She gave a little wave to the both of you. “They’ve been talking about buying it for a while now. They met here when they were younger, they were counselors here. Just celebrated their 25th anniversary, so they caved and guilted me into running it.”

“How sweet,” you cooed.

She nodded and smiled, but it didn’t seem to reach her eyes. “Thanks for accepting the job, it was hell trying to get people to want to work here.”

You tilted your head, feigning ignorance, “What do you mean?”

Her eyes widened and she quickly shook her head, “We’ve got a nasty mosquito problem. Everyone’s worried about bird flu or whatever.” She laughed loud and nervously and you played along. “Anyway, let’s get drunk!” With a clap of her hands, she was up and jogged over to the cooler the others had open and full of cheap beer.

“Well, that’s not suspicious at all,” Sam rolled his eyes. “Think you can get it out of her, Dean?” The eldest Winchester winked and joined in the merriment of bad music and alcohol, his arm already wrapped around Brittany. “Wanna look around?” You grinned up at your boyfriend and grabbed his hand, leading him back towards your cabin. “I thought you wanted to work?”

“Dean’s working,” you replied with a half shrug. “Besides, don’t you know the best way to get a crazy serial killer to come out of hiding is for two young, beautiful people to fuck like rabbits while their friends party outside?”

Sam laughed and scooped you up to carry you the rest of the way to the cabin, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, “it’s in the rule book.”

“There’s a rule book, huh?” You pulled the door open once again and Sam bee-lined straight to the bed. He unceremoniously dropped you on the cheap, thin mattress and eagerly climbed on top and between your legs. “Does it say how we’re supposed to do it? Hard and fast? Nice and slow?”

You tilted your head in thought when he sat on his hunches, pulling off his thin white shirt that was already soaked through with sweat. “Hard and fast,” you decided. “And very loud.”

“Loud? I think we can manage that,” Sam chuckled and worked on his pants as you wiggled out of your own tank top and shorts, tossing them aside. Stripped down to your underwear, he was back on you, mouth attacking yours with his normal primal greed, teeth and tongue and growls. Your fingers twisted into his hair, your sweat slicked bodies clung together as he rolled his hips against yours.

The bed groaned beneath you as the two of you moved in tandem, drowning out your whimpers and Sam’s moans. Any other time, any other place, you would have complained and moved to the floor as you’ve done in past hotels, but somehow, being in a camp like this hearing the springs protest beneath you made it all the more dirty and got you a bit more hot and bothered.

“C’mon, Sam,” you whined, pulling away from his hungry lips, “fuck me.”

“I’m workin’ on it,” he grumbled, but sat back once more to pull off his boxers. Your panties were next, already soaked from your slick and sweat, peeled off with the hook of his thumbs. A devious smile split his face and he dropped so that his shoulders could spread your thighs.

“No, no,” you shook your head and tried to coax him up to you, “no foreplay, straight to the dicking!”

Sam shook his head right back at you and licked at his lips, his thumbs that removed your underwear now parted your folds and he stared hungrily at your core. “Didn’t get dessert when we stopped for food,” he reminded you.

“I’m not ice cream!”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Sam sniggered and licked a long, flat strip from your fluttering hole to your clit and groaned at the bittersweet tang. A shiver shot through you and your legs clenched around him, a whining moan begged him for more. “Thought you said it’s gotta be loud? I could barely hear you.”

You slapped the top of his head and scowled down at his beautiful, smirking face. “That’s ‘cause you gotta fuck me.”

“I am,” Sam snorted. His eyes locked with yours as he licked another slow trail from hole to hole to your swelling bud. You struggled around him and groaned, your eyes threatened to flutter closed, but you fought against it to glare at him.

“It’s been five days since you’ve been inside me, Samuel,” you snapped. “Stop fucking around and dick me down, dammit.”

“You’re really bossy when you’re desperate,” he teased, but climbed up your body once more to give you a taste of yourself as he lined up. “I kinda like it.” You grinned up at him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders and when he pushed in one fluid motion to the hilt, your smile turning into a sinful O. “You said hard and fast.”

You nodded eagerly and he pulled back, leaving just the tip before slamming back home with the bed squeaking underneath you. “Sam,” you hissed, “just like that.” Your legs and arms wrapped around him as he started the quick, brutal pace of his hips. The thin metal frame of the bed rocked and swayed with his thrusts, your desperate moans only joining in the chorus of the whining objection of the mattress beneath you.

Sam’s lips found your skin once more, kissing and marking the slick flesh. “Louder,” he murmured against your jaw, pinching the skin off its bone with his teeth. “Want that killer to show up, don’t you,” he chuckled breathlessly.

You did as you were told, lewd sounds ripped from your throat as Sam changed his angle, searching for the right spot to get you really singing. You did your best to encourage him, sobbing out dirty words, telling him to fuck you harder, faster, and he did. His hips slammed repeatedly against your ass, the squeaks of the bed barely registering over the sound of skin against skin or your porn worthy moans.

And when he found your spot, you clawed at his back, latching onto him which signaled him to let loose. He fucked into you with wild abandon, his face buried into the side of yours, both of you losing your voices as Sam worked you closer to the edge. Neither of you registered the sound of your cabin door open or the sounds of the footsteps creeping closer.

You hit yours first, the blinding white of you orgasm burst through you and came out with a cry of Sam’s name. You clung to him desperately as you rode it out, Sam still pumping into you with a feral need until he spilled his own deep inside of you.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me,” Dean said from the doorway, a crooked grin on his lips.

“Are you fucking serious,” you yelled, grabbing a pillow and hurling to across the room only to miss.

Dean watched the pillow fall to the floor and he snorted, “Nice throw. You might want to get your clothes on. We’re getting out of here.”

“What? Why,” Sam asked, reluctantly pulling out of you. Dean gagged playfully and turned away so you two could get decent.

“Because the whole thing is a hoax. The ‘survivor’,” he used air quotes, “we talked to? Brittany’s crazy sister. And Brittany? Just as crazy. The family made the whole thing up to get people to come to the camp. There’s no killer, there was no murders, just a scam to get publicity.”

You sighed heavily and climbed out of bed, gathering you clothes on the way to the shower. “We’ll pack up and meet you in twenty, I guess.”

“If you two wanna keep playing naughty counselors, I’m all for staying the night,” Dean chuckled. “Brittany might be crazy, but she’s got some nice ti-”

You made a loud yelp to get him to stop. “Get out, Dean. We’ll meet you at the car.” You disappeared into the bathroom with Sam on your heels. As you predicted, he was barely able to get around the small room and when you two climbed into the shower, he couldn’t turn on the water without elbowing you in the face.

“You look disappointed,” Sam noted, his fingers running through your dampening hair.

“I wanted to kill something,” you pouted.

Rolling his eyes, he reached for the shampoo and started to wash your hair. “I’m sure we’ll find something for you to murder soon. Close your eyes.”

You whined pathetically but did as you were told. “Next time we agree to go to summer camp, there better be an immortal serial killer on the loose or I’m gonna be pissed.”

#Sam Winchester x Reader #Sam Winchester x You #Sam Winchester x Y/N #Originally posted on @plaided-ani

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kenganparadise · 4 years

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hey hey again :) im back for some general nsfw hcs for kure raian, gaolang, kanoh agito, andddd saw paing. how they are in bed, what positions like, aftercare,,,the works !! i hope this will be good practice 💕

Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!!☺️

Also I’d really appreciate some feedback on my writing. I just want to know what everyone thinks and if I could get some constructive criticism! Also I kinda wanna write an Agito pegging scnario, lemme know if anyone what’s it 😫

WARNING! NSFW under the cut!

Raian-

• He’s rough. So very rough. Sex and fighting are in the same vein for him. Though he’s not as experienced in the bedroom as he is in the battlefield.

• He’s super loud too, he’d moan, groan, scream, but he’d mostly say dirty, nasty things in his partner’s ear.

• Pretty much every member of the Kure clan has a breeding kink, Raian is no exception. Once he gets really into it a lot of his dirty talk has to do with impregnating his S/O and filling them up with his cum.

• The though of his S/O’s belly swollen with his child makes him so very excited. He definitely lets his S/O know this as well.

• Raian can never be on bottom, it makes him so uncomfortable, he likes being in control and dominating everything he does. If his S/O wants dominate him then Raian has to trust them completely. If Raian and his S/O have been together a very long time and he loves and trusts them, he might consider it.

• Rarely ever goes down on his S/O, he only does it for anniversaries or after a really bad fight and he want to apologize. He’s extremely messy when eating out his partner, he’ll spit and grunt into his S/O and he won’t stop till his entire face is covered in juices and it’s dripping off his chin.

• Surprisingly Raian can be gentle, it’s very very rare though. He loves his S/O, there are moments were he can’t help but be soft with them. For example, let’s say his S/O gets badly injured, after they’ve healed for a while, Raian will be extra gentle with his partner. Not too gentle, but more gentle than usual.

• Another instance where Raian will be gentle is if he succeeds in impregnating his S/O, he’ll be extra soft, he doesn’t want to hurt his baby.

• Raian isn’t good at aftercare. He just doesn’t know what to do, he’ll normally just fall asleep right after sex. He’ll normally just pull his S/O into his arms and doze off, he doesn’t really care if his S/O needs to clean up.

• He’ll usually wake before his S/O in nights like these. He usually leaves a lot of bruises, bite marks, and marks all over his S/O. This is another moment where gentle Raian comes out, he’ll run his fingers softly over his partner’s injuries, a part of him feels bad. He’ll do this until they wake up. If they try to tease him about it he’ll deny doing anything.

Gaolang-

• Gaolang is a very gentle lover. He enjoys making Sweet gentle love with his beloved S/O. He has a pretty low sex drive, but making love with Gaolang is a whole performance, he’ll break out the candles, rose petals, soft music, and massage oils. He wants it to be perfect.

• He wants every time he has intercourse with his S/O to be memorable and important, he tries to outdo himself every time.

• Gaolang doesn’t sleep with just anyone, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust for him to even consider having sex with a person.

• Gaolang is almost silent during intercourse, save for some pants and breathy moans. He lets his hairs down as well, he looks very pretty.

• He always makes sure his S/O finishes before him, he’ll even edge himself. He always puts his lover first. He wants to show his partner how much he loves them physically, so lots and lots of body worship.

• Because Gaolang is quite inexperienced, he’s awkwardly asked King Rama for some advice. And oh boy Rama has Delivered. King Rama has given him expensive toys, Lubricant and different tips and tricks. Gaolang is quite shy about these things so he just kinda hides them away. too embarrassed to try them on his partner and himself but also doesn’t want to throw them away, so they stay in the bottom of a drawer collecting dust.

• that is until his partner, of course, stumbles across his small collection of sex toys and questions him on it. Gaolang’s face is probably the most red it’s ever been as he stumbles over his words trying to explain himself.

• For Gaolang’s first anaversary with his beloved, King Rama gifted the couple with a copy of the Kama Sutra.

• Aftercare with Gaolang is very important. He needs to know if they’re okay, if he wasn’t too rough, or if they enjoyed themselves and are satisfied. If they need to, he’ll run a nice warm bath. Afterwards, He wants to hold his lover in his arms and kiss their lips goodnight, then sleep with them in his arms.

Agito-

• Agito is very inexperienced, but with his S/O’s guidance he’d be one of the best lovers. He’s a blank canvas and He’s eager and excited to learn how satisfy his partner and himself.

• Just like Gaolang, it takes a lot of love, time, and trust to sleep with Agito, he needs to love and trust someone completely before having sex with them.

• Agito is a switch, he enjoys both dominating and being dominated. It all depends on his partner and his mood. He’d want to try out a lot of kinks and positions, he doesn’t quite know what he enjoys yet but with his S/O guidance he’s eager to learn.

• Agito likes bing called good boy and bad boy, he’ll misbehave on purpose just to get punished. he loves being praised by his S/O, complementing him or even just praising him will drive him wild.

• he doesn’t make too much noise. He’ll just grunt and pant and say his S/O’s name. He only really makes some noise if he being too overstimulated or when he cums after being edged for a painfully long time.

• Agito would be into some bondage. He loves leather, latex, rubber, and different kind of fetish outfits, on both himself and his S/O. He’d put on a fashion show for his S/O, especially when he’s in the mood to be the center of attention.

• Agito enjoys using toys, on both himself and his lover. Vibrators, dildos, massagers, beads, he wants to try everything.

• Agito would let himself get pegged. In fact he’d probably be the one to suggest it. This is another way to make Agito make some beautiful noises. He gets really embarrassed and he’ll try to muffle his sounds in the pillows. when getting pegged Agito will tear up and blush hard. It’s feels too good, of course he’ll want it again.

• if his Formless style come out, he gets very rough and he’d dominate his S/O hard. He’d pin their arms above their head and thrust relentlessly into them. This is one of the few times where Agito gets really rough. He’d never do anything to harm his S/O, but they won’t be walking for a few days.

• Another time Agito would get rough is before and after matches. There’s just so much tension built up, if his S/O show just a little too much skin or if they tease him a little too much, he’ll swiftly pin them down and ravage them. Then he’ll kiss their forehead and head to his fight or pick them up to head to the showers.

• the majority of the time Agito is very loving, even when he’s dominating his S/O or when he submits himself to them. After care is very important, when intercourse is over and both he and his partner are fulfilled, he always brings them into his arms and kisses his lover. His heart would melt if they did the same thing. Agito loves getting his forehead kissed and his face caressed with his lovers hands.

Saw Paing-

• when Saw Paing and his partner have sex everyone in their vicinity knows. Saw Paing is so damn loud, he moans, screams, and says all kinds of nasty things during the act. No one sleeps. The next day is always awkward and Saw Paing and his partner get teased a lot for it.

• That being said, The only way to get him to be quiet is when his mouth is occupied like if he’s going down on his S/O or if he’s gagged. Yoroizuka Sanemitsu has probably shunned Saw Paing and his S/O to go bang in the woods so the whole village doesn’t have to suffer.

• Saw Paing is rough in a loving way, everything he does is energetic and wild, sex is no exception. His thrusts are aggressive, but he’s very loving in the bedroom. He’s always caressing his S/O’s face, kissing their face and neck, and always calling his S/O hot and beautiful.

• He always is telling his S/O about how good they’re making him feel or how sexy they are. He wants his partner to know how amazing they are.

• He likes positions where he can hug and kiss his S/O without too much work. He also likes positions where he can put his face in his S/O’s chest.

• Surprisingly Saw Paing isn’t always so wild. For example sleepy morning sex when he’s groggy and all he can think about is getting His S/O and himself off. All he can do is lazily thrust into his S/O and moan their name.

• Saw Paing is also very gentle during anniversaries and special days. Nothing changes too much, just his pace is a little slower, he really wants to savor his time with his S/O and wants it to last as long as possible.

• Saw Paing is very vanilla, he probably doesn’t even know what kinks are. He’s pretty inexperienced. He’ll try out anything his S/O wants, however he’ll never hit, choke, or spank his S/O, EVER. No matter how much his S/O begs him too, he just can’t bring himself to do it.

• Saw Paing eats out his S/O like it’s his last meal on earth. He goes hard and he enjoys it so much. When it comes to oral he prefers to give rather than receive.

• Aftercare is his favorite, he likes it almost as much as the sex. Sweaty loving cuddles with his favorite person, where he can kiss their lips and forehead and fall asleep in their arms, he loves it.

#nasty #kengan ashura x reader #kengan omega #kengan ashura #kengan asura #kure raian #gaolang wongsawat #kanoh agito #saw paing yoroizuka

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years

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Could I please have a romantic matchup?

I’m an introverted she/her Virgo (Leo cusp) and I'm bicurious.

I'm 5'5 with long dark brown (almost black) hair and coffee brown eyes. In terms of body shape I’m a less extreme version of an hourglass with thick thighs and comfortable size tiddies. My style is summed up as a tired college student who rolled out of bed.

I tend to have a very stoic appearance at first sight, but I’m usually a wreck inside. I’m a huge romantic with a passive personality. I’m so touch starved, I just want someone to cuddle with me and tell me it’s all gonna be okay.

Super insecure about a lot of things, but the main ones are my acne scars. I have really bad impulse control and I can’t help but to pick. By the time I finally realize I should stop, it’s usually already too late.

I love playing all kinds of games, whether it be monopoly, resident evil, or solitaire. I’m one of those people that’s almost always listening to music regardless of genre (except heavy metal). But I’m a super big sucker for a sweet love song or some cavetown. If there were an award for overthinking at all hours of the day, I’d definitely be at least an honorable mention. Super into baking with an insatiable sweet tooth.

My obsession with psychology is also there. Horror and all things creepy never fail to intrigue me. I love the outdoors, but I never seem to actually be able to drag myself outside.

Loud noises and yelling scare me really bad to the point I start to tremble and tear up. But I have a hard time handling silence too unless I’m with someone who can quiet my mind.

I carry a good bit of trauma with me. It can be overwhelming, and there are days where I can’t bring myself to get out of bed. Days where little things send me spiraling and I have panic attacks over what seem like nothing.

I’m usually pretty good with people even if I don’t like them. I have a really hard time voicing my opinion, so I can and do get put in situations I don’t want to be in. I’ve always been the therapist friend even if I didn’t like someone. People I DO like get a million and one chances no matter how many times they hurt me, I just never seem to learn. That means that when I do finally give up, everything has been shattered with 0 chance of ever going back to normal.

My ideal date would be going to a cafe on a snowy winter day. We’d get warm drinks to go (preferably hot chocolate) and then walk through the fancy neighborhood in town hand in hand looking at all the lights. Inevitably we’d come across some mistletoe, and my partner would look at me with the dopiest grins and they’d drag me under it. Oh whoops! Looks like we have to kiss!

I’m literally so worried this is not going to the right place. I’m sorry if it isn’t, obviously feel free to delete it if that’s the case.

Thank you for taking the time to read and give me a matchup <3 Looking forward to it.

P.S I absolutely adore your writing and the blog’s aesthetic. It’s super calming and easy on the eyes.

You’re all good it’s def in the right place. After a lot of consideration I match you with…..💗LAUGHING JACK💗

For a lot of reasons actually, I feel like overall he would be a lovely and caring partner for you.

Touchstarved? Jack is your guy, once you get him to warm up to you that is. He’s been like that for a while and once he finds out you like him he will not let you go. I fully believe he would be the kindest to their s/o to you’re in good hands claws. He’s really attentive and could help you realize that you’re anxious, for the acne scars too, probably holds your hands and gets you to focus on him.

Jack likes games too, probably board games or hide and seek. Anything sort of childish, it’s actually really fun. SWEET TOOTH? Yeah there’s not a better guy for you. Provides you with any and all candy and saccharine things you would like. Jack could drag you outside, probably to the forrest where he’d play tag with you. I warn you, you’ve got to run for your life because once he catches you he will lift you off the ground and give you a bear hug.

LJ is naturally a loud guy but he keeps a soft tone around you, he dosen’t want to scare you. Everyone else, yes. You, never. Trauma you say? Jack has a fuck load of trauma too, you guys can probably trauma bond. But you both take it out in different ways, Jack is more violent, towards others obviously. It would be a nice change of pace for you to have someone to lean on, that’s what Jack would do. He’s not one to use a therapist friend.

For sure, Jack will take you out in the winter and make your the tastiest hot chocolate. Giving you sideglances as he takes your hand and leads you through the snow to a beautiful winter wonderland of trees decorated with lights. Since he’s so tall he would probably hold the mistletoe himself and give you a nervous smile, hoping you want to kiss him. It will be a passionate one filled with joy and warmth, he’s never been happier. He only hopes you feel the same.

THANK YOU! I spend so much time organizing my blog, one day I literally sobbed over my master list because I thought it was disorganized. But anyway, whatever happened to you, I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that. It was not your fault and I’m here to let you know it’s all going to be ok. Ive got a bit of trauma myself, can’t remember most of my childhood. Your panic attacks and breakdowns aren’t for nothing, and they’re not stupid. I know it must be hard but try not to throw yourself into other’s problems, it can be so draining. I know you just want to be a good person but being the therapist friend is exhausting, I should know. And then you never say anything because you don’t wanna come off as rude and you feel like a burden. You deserve better than people who are going to use you and then throw you away.

*gives virtual hug* it really is all going to be ok, I promise. I love you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta matchups #creepypasta fluff #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack #cp matchups #matchup #matchup cafe #📯

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freakynct · 4 years

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「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— dong sicheng

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he likes simple aftercare, holding you in his arms after sex, kissing your cheeks and lips and just cuddle. he doesn't go all out with aftercare but he's super sweet

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part on himself is probably his lips. on you it's your legs, even tho it's a close tie with your collarbones and neck

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he's very neat with it. i don't see him as someone that likes things super messy, so he prefers to cum inside you or inside your mouth. i feel like he doesn't cum a whole lot, just enough

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

winwin is shy and timid but he doesn't like when the members treat him like a baby. he doesn't like oversharing with them either, he likes to have his private life but for some reason, there's something about knowing that the other members can hear him fuck you that turns him on so much. he thinks you're oblivious to it, but you know exactly why he insists in fucking you against the bedroom door or tells you to be louder. sometimes he'll even want to have sex in the living room or in another member's bed. he just loves to show the other members that he's more than just a cute face and that he's a grown man that knows what he's doing

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think he might seem like someone that didn't have many partners but i actually think he had a few. not many but more than three. winwin knows what he's doing and he's good at luring his partners to perform his favorite kinks without having them ask too many questions

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

he loooves to have you from behind, specially if you're completely laid down in bed and he's standing or on his knees. gives him the opportunity to bite on your shoulder or pull on your hair which he loves too

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

joking around during sex is a no no for winwin. i really see him as the serious type when it comes to sex. laughing or goofing around during the act just kinda ruins it for him

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

i see him treaming it suuuuper well, there's nothing out of place, he's careful with that

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

winwin isn't the most romantic kind, i have to be honest. not that he can't be romantic or loving during sex but what really turns him on is to have control over you and fucking you rather rough. i feel like romantic and slow sex would only happen if it's something that you really want and you ask him for it. in that case he has no problem in changing his ways to match your needs. again, not the type to put rose petals on the bed or have music playing but he will show a lot of affection. lots of kisses everywhere, bodies tight against each other, lips brushing softly, slow and deep thrusts… winwin knows how to make you feel good even when he's not being rough

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't do it often. maybe 2 to 3 times a week, maybe less, depending on work schedules and how tired he is. he only feels the need to jerk off if he's really really horny or the dirty thoughts about you won't leave his head all day. other than that, it's not something he needs to do all the time, it's just something to relief himself quickly when he doesn't have somebody else to do it for him. he needs to be completely alone to do it, so either when nobody is at the dorms or in the shower, while the water runs through his body. i see him as the type to jerk off fast and tries to get off as quickly as possible, doesn't like to tease or edge, he just wants to cum. probably thinks about you sucking his cock while he masturbates and just the thought of your lips around him is enough to send him over the edge

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

winwin is hard to decipher when it comes to this, but if i had to guess i would say his main kinks are power play, exhibitionism, hair pulling [giving], face fucking [giving], light bondage [giving], choking [giving], light biting [giving], semi-public sex, sensory deprivation [giving] and begging [receiving]

l; location (favourite places to do it)

he likes to do it inside the house/dorms but he doesn't mind where. he likes to do it in his bed, couch, kitchen, bathroom, it doesn't matter as long as he is inside the comfort of his home. however he does enjoy fucking in semi-public places from time to time

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves when you touch him or when you get needy in front of other people. he gets shy and flustered when you do it but he can't help but twitch in his pants when you beg in his ear for his cock with that cute voice of yours. makes him immediately want to grab you and take you somewhere close to give you what you want so bad

n; NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think winwin would get weirded out by the whole age play and pet play thing. for some reason i just see him not liking or wanting to try those things. having you act like you're younger or like you're a cat/puppy is just too much for him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like winwin prefers to receive oral than giving most of the time. he loves to watch your lips wrapping around him, hold your hair in his hand and thrust into your mouth. also loves when he takes his cock away from you and you stick your tongue out for more, begging to suck him again, that turns him on so much! but i feel like winwin is sooo talented at eating you out too, even if he doesn't do it all the time. he just knows exactly where to lick and suck you and how much pressure he should use. he can literally make you cum with his tongue in just a few minutes

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's definitely more rough, we've discussed this. but i don't think his thrusts are fast. i think he likes more steady, deep and hard thrusts. he compliments it with rougher actions, like pulling on your hair or grabbing you and tossing you around, biting your skin… that's the way he likes it

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not often or his favorite thing but he likes them. like i've mentioned, if you tease him in front of other people he will drag you somewhere to fuck you, even if he needs to do it in a short period of time. when he wants to fuck you, he's going to fuck you

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i've said this before too but he loves semi-public places. loves the thrill of knowing that someone might hear your desperate moans and loves to watch you try to keep quiet as he fucks you even harder. he's open to experiment but only if he's interested in the kink too, if not, then he might get reluctant to it

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

winwin will only go for more than one round when he's feeling extra horny or when you beg him really nicely to keep fucking you. normally he likes to make sex last a good amount of time. he doesn't like rushing and instead of making you cum multiple times, he prefers to drag it and edge you so you have one big explosive orgasm. you'll get so tired by the end of it that another round is the last thing on your mind

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i feel like he might own some, specially plugs. he absolutely loves to see you wearing a plug as he fucks you, that's so hot to him. i don't see him owning dildos and stuff like that, only small things that he can tease you with when he feels like it

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease for a really long time but he likes doing it. that also comes with loving to hear you beg for him, so he uses it to his advantage. remember when i said that it turns him on when you get needy in front of other people? well he loves to ignore you for a while until you're literally describing to him exactly what you want him to do to you and that's when he breaks

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

winwin isn't very loud. he grunts and groans most of the time when it feels really really good. he's also the type to try and hold his moans in but fails and lets go of loud groans sometimes, specially when he's fucking your mouth

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

sicheng's lips worked gently against the skin of your neck, his hands running up your thighs to pull you closer to him, your legs straddling his lap on the couch. "what if they come back home?" you murmured as your eyes fluttered close at the feeling of a hickie being sucked into your neck. "they'll be out till late." he moved his head up to brush his lips against yours before pulling you in for a deep kiss, his hand making its way between your legs. "and what if they come? are you scared they'll see you moaning for my cock? hm, baby?" you held your whimper in as his fingers started moving slowly over your panties. "you're already getting wet at the thought of it, aren't you?" i can feel it." a chuckle escaped his lips as your cheeks turned bright red, embarrassed for letting such filthy thoughts turn you on so much. "don't worry, baby. i'll make sure they see just how well your little pussy can take me."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i feel like he's a little above average and has average thickness. i also think his cock is super pleasing to see, very beautiful and well structured, makes you want to wrap your lips around it immediately

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

winwin doesn't get horny all the time or at everything. i feel like he would want to have sex about 4 to 5 times a week, maybe less. but, just like i mentioned before, there are certain things that just set him off immediately, so if you really want to get him in the mood, all you have to do is tease him the right way

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

for some odd reason, i don't see winwin falling asleep right after sex. i think he cuddles and spends some time with you, maybe you even end up falling asleep in his arms or chest first and he just scrolls through his phone until he gets sleepy

#nct smut #wayv smut #winwin smut #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #dong sicheng smut #sicheng smut #sicheng scenarios #sicheng imagines #a-z analysis series #a-z challenge

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asian-hero · 4 years

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“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”, "What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!” with Todoroki from BNHA? We stan angst 🙏

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Animal Crossing lofi music (also, more pro hero!au because I can)

Also, because I just finished watching ATLA recently, the reader has a water bending quirk (also because I can)

“I’ll do it even if it kills me.” + “What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!” from this prompt list

Summary: Being a pro hero was never going to be an easy task. You knew it, your family knew it, Shouto knew it, but, nevertheless, the two of you had progressed in your heroic careers. However, when Shouto ends up in a fight that starts to look grim, you come in swinging, even if it’s at the cost of your own well being

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Today started off as any regular day. You woke up around six in the morning, the usual time that you’d get up and ready for the day, after all, it’d be sad if you, a teacher at a school for heroes, was late for class. Though you supposed that you could be just like your old teacher and roll into class in your sleepwear, but that felt both inappropriate and out of character for you. So, here you were, up at six in the morning, both hating your life and wanting to go back to bed for another ten hours.

By the time you’d finished forcing yourself to get ready and start up breakfast, it was already half past seven. Your lovely fiancée had stumbled into the kitchen, moving to sit by the counter, mumbling something about how it was “too early” for you to be out of bed. You had hummed in reply, gently telling him that, unfortunately, it was a school day, which meant that you had no choice but to get up early. With the two of you bantering back and forth, albeit a little sleepily, breakfast had finished cooking and was completely wiped off of both of your plates. Glancing down at your watch, you noted the time: eight o’ clock. Pressing a kiss to Shouto’s forehead, you smiled down at him, promising him you’d be back home soon.

After that, your day seemed to be running fairly smoothly. You had made it to U.A. and into your classroom with twenty minutes to spare, which gave you enough time to go through the run down of how you’d be spending your day with your students. Once class had started, you felt that someone must have been looking out for you, as your normally loud and rambunctious class actually paid attention to you today, and you felt that they were actually immersed in the lecture. You were so distracted by actually being able to teach in peace that you nearly made them late for their next class. It was a nice change of pace from your normal teaching life, as you found yourself remembering why you offered to teach at the school in the first place.

Of course, your great day couldn’t last forever.

After your rather boring and lengthy mathematics lecture, you were finally out of your stuffy classroom and out on the training grounds, both observing and participating in your class’ sparring matches. While you were in the middle of a match, you could hear loud footsteps rushing over to you. Glaring at the entrance, you were mentally preparing yourself to “politely” tell whoever was making such an entrance to leave before you kicked them out yourself. However, once you saw a frantic looking Momo, your emotions had turned from ones of annoyance to fear. You motioned for your class to continue their matches before walking to a secluded area to get a bit of privacy.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, not quite sure why the woman barged into your classroom like that.

“Have you checked the news?”

You gave her a flat look. “Momo, I’ve been at U.A. all day, of course I haven’t—“

“There’s a villain attack nearby Shouto’s agency,” She paused, taking in a deep breath, “I just came back from my patrol. It doesn’t look good,”

To emphasize her statement, she quickly pulled out her phone, pulling up a livestream of what was currently happening.

It looked like absolute hell.

Half of Shouto’s agency was on the ground, pieces of debris trapping some bystanders. What was left of the building was either hanging by a thread or on fire. As some pro heroes were busying freeing the individuals trapped under the rubble, you saw your fiancée struggling to keep the villain contained. If you looked closely, you could tell that there was frostbite beginning to form on his right side, and his left was becoming redder, both signs that he’d been overusing his quirk. It also wasn’t good for your poor heart to see the gashes and bruises that were littering his body.

Before you could even stop yourself, you began running towards the entrance of the school, wanting to get to Shouto as soon as possible.

Looking behind your shoulder, you called out for Momo, “Let Nezu know what’s happening, I’ll deal with the consequences later!”

You didn’t wait for a reply, as you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts. While yes, you knew that Shouto was a capable hero, with one of the strongest quirks out there, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t worry about him. Seeing the video of him struggling against the villain didn’t help your worry either.

As you were rushing to the scene, you found yourself spiraling. What if you were too late? What if Shouto wasn’t able to stop the villain, and they got away? Or worse, what if Shouto was killed?

Pushing those thoughts away, you focused on getting there as quickly as possible. Luckily for you, U.A. wasn’t that far from his agency, so by the time you got there, not much had changed from what Momo showed you, though, there were a few more villains than what the video had led you to believe. You noticed Shouto begin to stumble, and before you could even call out his name, he fell to his knees.

Just before you were about to rush over to him, there was a glint of something in the corner of your eye. Whipping your head to the side, you saw a few knives flying through the air, heading directly towards the exhausted hero. As they flew through the air, it was as if everything was in slow motion. Looking around frantically, you nearly let out a sigh of relief once you saw one of the fire hydrants nearby had been broken, a geyser of water shooting out of it. Using your quirk, you bended the water to cover Shouto, almost like a make-shift shield.

Both the main villain and Shouto looked towards you, one with a look of anger, and the other with astonishment and fear.

“What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!”

You ignored his shouts, focusing all of your attention on dodging and deflecting more weapons, as the villain had now set their sights on you. Inching your way closer, you put yourself in front of Shouto, intercepting any attacks. As you kept up your shield with one hand, your free hand had warped the shape of your leftover water into sharp points. Freezing them, you shot your hand out, your now icy daggers flying through the air.

Unfortunately for you, the villain had seemed to dodge all of them, and pelted you with an even bigger attack, one that made you shake a bit, and your shield to falter for a moment. They seemed to notice, as you felt your shield begin to wobble, so close to failing you. There were a few times when parts of your shield began to fall, with some water splashing back to the ground, but it wasn’t long before you patched the holes up, paying extra attention to those weak points. As much as you wanted to give up and release the water, you knew that you couldn’t afford to. You weren’t just thinking about Shouto, who was currently attempting to get back up and fight. No, you were also thinking about the few bystanders and other pro heroes who were using your shield as well, trying to stay safe from the dozens of attacks being hurled their way.

As you felt yourself begin to crumble, you couldn’t help but curse at the fact that you had sparred with your students earlier in the day.

Gritting your teeth, you tried to stop the noises of discomfort from falling out of your mouth. After a few more seconds, however, it seemed that you couldn’t stop them from coming out. From behind you, you could feel Shouto’s eyes on you.

“You need to get out of here,” He spoke, trying once again to stand, “You can’t keep everyone safe, you’re reaching your limit!”

You refused to move, even going so far as to doubling your efforts by expanding how far your shield covered. The sweat that had built up on your forehead began to drip, with some of it dripping into your eyes.

Nonetheless, you stood tall.

As you coughed, you felt blood splatter onto your arms, and you saw some on the floor beneath you. You could feel your bones aching and creaking within your body, screaming at you to stop.

Still, you refused to move.

Shouto tried once again to reason with you, telling you that there was no need to keep up such a large shield, as everyone had evacuated. As you quickly analyzed your surroundings, you saw that every civilian had left, and the rest of the pro heroes were taking down the rest of the villains. Looking back at your partner, you gave him one last smile before releasing the water. Before Shouto or the villain could react, you spoke:

“Forgive me,”

With that, you used the water from the fire hydrant to life Shouto off of the ground and away from the fight. As he tried to protest, you used what was remaining from the water source to wrap it around your arms, creating extended limbs that were almost tentacle-like. The villain looked at you and laughed, an eyebrow raised at your actions.

“You think you can take me down? All by yourself?” They taunted, trying to get a reaction out of you.

“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”

You jumped into action, using your long tendrils to wrap around the destroyed buildings. Using the leverage you had, you flicked your hand, more ice daggers shooting out towards the villain. Like before, they dodged them perfectly, and sent more knives flying. You weren’t able to get up a wall in time, and instead your forearm had taken two of them while the last one lodged itself into your right shoulder. The force of the attack had caused you to knock back into the building, causing some of the rubble to come crashing down onto the back of your head. Groaning, you released the edge that you were holding onto, nearly falling to your death before gripping onto another ledge. Looking at your surroundings, you tried to quickly come up with a plan.

After a few more seconds of thinking, and a few more gashes in your arms and stomach, you finally had a plan. Taking in a deep breath, you conjured up as many ice daggers as you could, sending them down onto the villain. As they continued to dodge your seemingly endless attack, you used all that was left of your power and tilted the fire hydrant geyser towards the villain, blasting them in the back and sending them flying straight into a building, knocking them unconscious.

As you finally let out a breath of relief, your water tentacle had dissipated, leaving you to begin your descent. While your body was flying through the air, you could feel yourself grow more tired, wanting to just close your eyes and sleep until the next morning. Your head was starting to throb, and your limbs were aching from all of the wounds you’d acquired.

Before you could even reach the ground, you found yourself lying against something warm and soft. As you relished in the warmth of whatever you fell on, you could faintly hear shouting, sirens and a quiet, yet broken voice beside you, begging you to stay awake. Whatever you were laying on was rumbling, and you couldn’t help but feel soothed by it, almost as if you’d done this before. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be lulled to sleep by the pleasant rumbling, not bothering to listen to the screams in the background.

By the time you woke up, you found yourself staring up at a white ceiling, a quiet beeping noise being the only sound in the room. Lifting yourself up, you winced, your hand immediately going up to the back of your head. As you continued to take in your surroundings, the sound of a door opening caught your attention.

A man with red and white hair walked in, attempting to balance a tray of food and a couple of water bottles. As the two of you made eye contact, the man seemed to light up, a relieved smile brightening up his features. Rushing towards you, he set down the tray and bottles on the table beside you, and took both of your hands in his. You furrowed your eyebrows, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“(Y/N), you’re awake,” He started, his eyes dancing all around your body, leaving you feeling exposed, “How are you feeling?”

You ripped your hands away from his, curling in on yourself. Scooting further away from the man, you took note of the confused and hurt expression on his face. Something about that face made you feel guilty, but you didn’t know what.

It did, however, compel you to speak:

“Who—” You cleared your throat, hating the way your voice shook.

“Who are you?”

#bnha #mha #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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A-z for Present mic?? If you dont mind

HHhhhh One of my favorite boys

This was also wayyy harder than I though it would be lmaoo

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very sweet and cuddly, he loves having you be the little spoon (or big if that's what you want), to press soft kisses to your shoulder as he nuzzles up to you, after he has cleaned you up and taken care of you, of course.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Honestly I feel like Mic would very much be the person that is super into his own looks and really doesn’t care all that much about his partners. Does hair count as a body part? I feel like he’d be really proud of that, and his legs. For partner, probably eyes? Something very romantic and sappy

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Very clean when it comes to sex, condoms, cleans you up quick with a wet rag and will probably shower with you afterwards. Sex with him isn’t usually very messy on the cum front, he’s clean and meticulous.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves looking at pictures of you as he touches himself, especially if they are innocent ones. If you are a fellow pro hero or have any sort of magazine/interview published about you he’ll jerk off while watching/looking at it

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced, he knows what up and how to make sure both of you are having a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Cowgirl, he loves looking up at you, hands on your waist as you tremble and shake ontop of him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely more silly during sex, not a total goofball but you can definitely expect to laugh and smile when sleeping with him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

S u p e r well groomed. Much like the hair on his head he spends time and a lot of effort on making sure his pubes are clean and well groomed. The carpet matches the drapes but unlike the drapes his carpet is carefully cut and groomed to clean perfection.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Huge romantic, he loves going slow and making love to you, making it special and fun even if you’ve been together awhile. He’s just as willing to go fast and hard with you, though. As long as you let him be the sap he truly is at least once a month

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He loves jacking off to anything you, for the most part he’d rather wait and have sex with you but if that's just not a possibility he’ll get as close as he can to the real thing.

Would also probably be really into watching you masturbate infront of him

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation, he loves pushing his partner to the brink and then gently bringing them back down, taking care of them and loving on them. Or vice versa

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Pretty boring guy, he prefers the bedroom over anywhere else

(might get a little turned up if you two try and fuck at UA)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a pretty normal guy, that is just a huge sap. He loves his partner, and his partner is what gets him going, especially if they initiate with him and try and turn him on by being sexy

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Really not into anything other than enthusiastic consent, and while he was known for quick hookups when he was younger now that he’s older he really wants sex to be intimate and mean something.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Very much into giving. This man is a god with his mouth and he knows it. Loves just being buried between your thighs for as long as you will let him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, he likes to keep your sex life changing and new, always reflecting both of your emotions for that day. Sometimes he’ll lay out rosepetals, turn on soft music and take his time with you, going slow and just enjoying your touch. Other times He’ll pin you to the counter and take you right then and there, fucking you hard until you both cum before finally letting you go

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

As a busy hero balancing three jobs, theres a lot of times where he doesn’t see his partner for weeks at a time, at least not for long. He prefers to wait until he can take his time with you, make it special but sometimes you just gotta get in that release before he has to leave again.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s pretty open to anything and everything, willing to take risks and try new things if his partner brings them up. There are very few things he wouldn’t be willing to try

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Usually a one or two round guy, he lasts pretty long, usually not cumming until his partner does (a few times) but if you get him real riled up he’ll tease and fuck you for hours, going until you’re shaking and begging to stop

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not a big fan of toys but he isn’t against them. Occasionally he likes to pull them out to use on his partner (or himself if his partner likes to top) but for the most part he likes to be the one stimulating his partner

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depending on his partner Hizashi could go either way, he’d be willing to tease you until youre crying and begging for him, or he can pin you down and fuck you in an instant

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s definitely vocal with his partner, he likes making sure they know he’s feeling good but he isn’t loud per say, he still wants to hear his partner and he usually doesn’t break the mood by using his quirk or being too loud

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He would be cheesy as hell and sing in the kitchen and cook you breakfast in bed the next morning after a night of rockin the bed. You’ll always know he’s coming bc he’ll belt out love songs as he cooks and then brings you the food.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Long boy, pretty thick too. His cocks pretty average by most appearance reasons but it’s pretty, he makes sure of that. Keeps himself clean and nice looking for you

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average sex drive, he’s always happy to get down and dirty with you but he is fine going without for awhile.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quick, he likes cuddling and chatting afterwards, spending time with his partner rather than sleeping.

#present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #smut alphabet

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oftenderweapons · 4 years

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Stress Reliever - Jin

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 2.9k words

Genre: smut, angst (very), fluff

Rating: 18+

Hi everyone! I’m back with a new scenario for the “Stress Reliever” project, or how the guys would blow off some steam with their s/o.

And this time, it’s all about Jin!

Let me warn you, this is smutty and filthy and dirty in more ways than one, so read at your own risk. Also, in my scenarios, Jin and his s/o have been frequently discussing and getting to know more of their preferences in the bedroom, I see this as the official turning point within their relationship where Jin decides to get kinkier with his partner. You’ll see more of this in The Conversations.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Jin gets dommy. Like dom dom. Like hard dom. It just happened, I don’t know why but I sorta liked that??? And idek because normally I see him as vanilla as it can be? Anywaysss... unprotected sex in and established relationship (wrap it before you tap it and GET CHECKED REGULARLY!) slight bdsm, sub!reader and sir!seokjin, quite angsty at the beginning but I swear it’s super soft at the end (yay, aftercare with Jinnie), a bit of a degradation kink, nothing too extreme, Jinnie is a bit mean, tho. Cumplay, handjob (both male and female receiving), the smallest mention of oral (male and female receiving, if you squint), also, big dick Jin (’cause we all know it), jackhammering (he can, and he would), y/n discovers she can orgasm without touching her clit and levels up ;))))))))

About 2900 words.

Here is my masterlist, enjoy!

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The mood was right. Everything felt right. Jin was always dedicated to creating the right atmosphere, making sure you were relaxed, not a care in the world as he laid you down on the sheets, kissing you fondly, brushing his nose against yours. But sometimes all you needed was a surprise, a twist, a change of habit.

Sometimes making love to you was good, some other times you just wished he took you down like a hurricane. You wished you didn’t feel like you had to hold back not to scare him off, and you wished he still wasn’t holding back, even though your conversation about sex had opened up a little after him discovering your toys and you watching him getting himself off, which showed you exactly what he was capable of with his hips.

“Are you feeling good?” He asked, his hands climbing under your shirt, massaging your breasts from over your bra.

“All great.” You caressed his face, pressing your thumb against his lips. The background instrumental was quiet enough to ease any embarrassment, covering the quiet but also letting you hear each other.

“Do you need me to, I don’t know, grab something for you? Close the blinds? Change music? Anything?”

You giggled. “It’s perfect. I would shut the candles though, unless they’re battery operated.” You hand-combed his hair.

“All battery, no risky open flames in this bedroom.” He reassured you.

“Anything else?” You offered. Rather than you relaxing, you needed him to relax. He was a bundle of nerves. Probably because he was using tonight to make amends for upsetting you the other day over something absolutely dumb. You didn’t even remember what it was, you just had a major fight on it, ending with him smashing the door as he went out, reminding you of your various shortcomings and mistakes.

“No. If you’re good, I’m good.” He kept delicately kneading your breast. “Is my hand too cold?”

“Jin, it’s june, I’m sweating my soul off, your hand’s nice.”

“Maybe it’s sweaty, clammy. Do you--”

“Quit it.” You playfully reprimanded him. “We’ve been together for months, why would you worry about all of this.”

“I really don’t know, I’m trying to make it good for the two of us!” He snapped.

“Then stop being so doubtful of everything and get down to it? Maybe?”

“You see, you’re always so controlling!” He snapped. “I’m trying to be gentle and you just barge into it, diving into stuff headfirst.” He sat up, moving his hand away from under your shirt.

“Why do you need to always be so careful?” You snapped right back, kneeling at his side, now at eye level with him.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman, making it romantic, right for you. I’m trying to make it perfect, every single time. And you don’t even consider it. I help you around the house, I cook, I do the laundry whenever I can, I iron my own clothes, I clean after myself-”

“That is not the point and you know it. Housekeeping has nothing to do with sex.” You argued, eyes wide and voice slightly louder than before.

“I hold myself back, I keep my needs at bait to make it loving and perfect and romantic--”

“I don’t fucking want it.” You screamed. At that he stops, absolutely still. He makes to stand up but you stop him. “I have never wanted it perfect.”

“Then why the hell--” He started screaming back, but you threw him against the sheets, shutting his mouth with your hand, straddling his waist.

“I want you to be real with me. Not perfect. I want to see you lose it. I thought we had come clean with this last time we talked it out.” You took your hand off his face, now that he looked calmer. “We said we would lead each other through this. We would discuss likes and dislikes and fool around more.”

“I don’t wanna fool around. I want you to lose your mind because it’s so good.” His eyes were pleading, but also dark and demanding.

“Then just take what you want, you fool.” You offered in return, caressing his face.

“Stand up.” The volume of his voice made a shiver run down your spine. You obeyed. Everything suddenly felt ice cold, but at the same time vibrating in anticipation.

“I don’t intend to stop until you use your safeword. What is it?”

You marvelled at him needing a safeword. You marvelled at him even knowing its existence and knowing what it was. After a few seconds of meditating the right word, you replied: “Vanilla.”

“Good. So if you want me to stop, what do you say?”

“I say vanilla, sir.” You bit your lip.

“Good. Now kneel.” He ordered, spreading his legs as he sat on the bed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let’s see if you’re worth all the fuss.” He was furious. He was tired of feeling too soft, too plain, too normal for you. He had been trying to make it perfect and with every step he thought he was taking towards perfection, he was actually stepping away from what you needed, frustrating himself in the process.

He undid his trousers with nervous tugs and twists, making you almost feel like you should be helping him. You motioned towards his button, but he swatted it violently. “Stay put.”

You once more marvelled at the complete turn of events. “You said you wanted me to get what I want.” He finally freed his erection from his boxers and trousers. “Then you’re gonna watch me. So you can see whether you can handle this. And you’ll see why I wanted to be nice with you.”

“Yes, sir.” You said for confirmation. The sentence slipped out naturally, just like you’ve used before. The title didn’t feel like a taunt, but more of some sort of small way to protect yourself from his sudden change of character.

“You’re ridiculous. So easy for you, sir this, sir that. You love it, don’t you?” He started touching himself. “I know you got some lube for when you fool around with your toys. Just hand it over.” He said coldly.

You rummaged in your bedside table, fishing out a bottle of vanilla scented gel. In the meanwhile he had undressed, now deliciously naked from head to toe.

He smirked sardonically. “Keeping it in the bedside table, ready for whenever you fancy. Makes me wonder how often you use it. How often you take care of yourself instead of coming to me.” He poured some on himself, smiling at the scent. “How fitting for it to be vanilla, uh?”

He closed the lid and gave it back. “Look at you, you’re so eager to watch me. Wishing my hand were yours.” His strokes were slow and powerful, a pained groan coming out when he reached the tip. “Take off your shirt.”

You felt like complying to his every request. Your chest now covered only by your bra, you noticed how he stared at its movements, at the rhythm of your breathing.

“Will you let me cum there? On your tits?” He asked, his strokes intensifying in pace and tension, hips moving slightly to deliver what his hands couldn’t. His size had always fully satisfied you, thickness and length making your mouth water -- and also thank every deity that made him repulsed by deepthroating: he was too big for you to handle that safely. You knew he was nearing the edge, his chest blushing, his eyes crinkling shut, teeth clenched, and his palm focused on the tip.

“Open up.” Your eyes blew wide as he addressed you, bringing the tip of his cock to your lips. “You better make it good.” As soon as he felt the opening of your mouth he slipped in, stroking his shaft while he pushed the blunt head past your teeth, you eagerly sucking on it. His breath grew quick and loud and before you knew it, he was pulling out, spilling over your lips, chin and chest. The loud shout he let out was absolutely uncharacteristic, much like his uncontrolled orgasm.

“You like it, uh? Is this what you wanted? For sir to cover you up in his cum? You wanted it dirty? Is it dirty enough for you? Or am I still too vanilla?”

“Anything you want, sir.” You replied obediently.

“Then lick it up clean. I don’t like dirty girls.” The statement hurt you slightly, a side of you feeling called out by those words. You proceeded licking your lips, reaching out with your tongue as far as it went. “How can I clean my chest, sir?”

“You’re the one who wanted it. Work it out.” The coarse answer made you clench your teeth in irritation. You undid your bra, your chest now entirely naked. with your fingertip you collected the white blobs of liquid and brought them to your mouth.

“Do you like it?” he asked, looking down at you.

You nodded.

“Little rascal.” He dragged you to your feet, pulling at you through the waistband of your sweats. “Come here.” He undid the ribbon there, dragging your trousers down. “No vanilla yet?”

“No, sir.” You murmured.

“Then I might as well test your limits.” As you stepped out of your sweats, he licked from your navel down to your hips, placing his open mouth over your pubic bone, your panties still in place. His lips looked almost too erotic, plump and soft against the plain cotton. And you lost focus when he started teasing you with his teeth. “But you like it, don’t you, little devil?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Such a shame tonight it doesn’t matter. Tonight only what I like matters.” He parted his face from your crotch and stood up, now towering over you, obstructing your visual with his wide shoulders. He gripped your arms and spinned the two of you around, throwing you on the mattress quite violently, your body slightly bouncing. Next thing you knew, he was tugging at your underwear, finally undressing you entirely.

“Not a sound. Only thing you can say is your safeword, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The reply was going to be indented on you by the end of the night.

“Good, now quiet.” He threw your legs apart and kneeled on the bed, between your parted thighs. His palm cupped your intimate parts, lightly massaging up and down, feeling the slickness there and finally letting a finger slip into your warmth.

You bit your lip to keep quiet, Jin’s eyes fixed on your face, almost expecting you not to hold back. After a couple minutes, his touch lost any mercy, turning into a full on assault, the other hand pressing against your belly to add pressure on your nerve endings, but also to tame the buckling of your hips.

“Look at this little devil. All you need is a scolding from sir and your dirty mouth shuts up.” He reached your cervix and teased hard, strong circles around the soft spot there. “I’m almost tempted to let you talk, so I could see what a babbling mess you become with nothing but my fingers in your cunt.” He scissored his fingers inside you. “A devil. That’s what you are.” You pushed your hips into his hand hopelessly.

“Move them one more time and I’m going to stop.” He warned you.

You were absolutely still after that, pretending that the lack of friction due to your overly wet folds didn’t bother you. His ruthless attack on your clit, his thumb dragging it sideways while his middle and ring fingers teased your g spot, finally shoot you towards your first orgasm, after what felt like a century, but was at worst ten minutes. Your hands gripped the sheets as your body receded into some brainless state. “Eyes on me, lest you forget who’s getting you hot, ____.”

You did everything you could to keep your eyelids from closing, but your eyes sort of crossed for the pleasure, his fingers relentless as he kept gripping you, without any intention of letting your writhing body go, until you escaped his torture, shaking your head and pressing your knees together, hands crossing over your legs.

"That good, uh?" He laughed at you. "You're almost ridiculous." He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking up the taste of you. "Do I need to remind you that you asked for this?" He was laying at your side, propped on an elbow, looking down at you with half closed lids, lust unadulterated in his eyes. "How about I take what I want most?"

You nodded, almost desperate by now.

He snickered. "As if I cared about your answer. Let me think, do you deserve to see me as I come apart? Do I want to look at you as you cum? You were such a sorry mess right now."

That was mean. And hot. But still mean. You didn't know he had such a talent for degradation. You probably would address this later.

"I'm feeling kind. Open up. Let me claim my nasty devil."

Grabbing his hard-on, he stroked it a couple times, laying on top of you, one elbow propping him up as he aligned himself with your entrance and sinked in with one smooth motion. He hardly ever allowed himself to, since you were quite tiny and the stretch could result difficult and almost unpleasant. With a breathy moan he stilled inside you, holding there until your grip eased a little, allowing him to slide out and settle in again. The first few thrusts were patient and pained, but at the fifth or sixth slide of his hips you moved slightly against him. He looked at you tentatively, his anger momentarily subdued by his insecurity and the mild discomfort creasing your brow. However, as your face relaxed and you offered a little nod, searching for his hand, he nodded back, picking up his pace.

You let out a sudden breath, as if someone had punched your stomach, the pain dissolving into the pleasure contorting Jin's face. His pace turned manic, with fast jabs of his hips, upward and forward, the angle and force making the tip of his cock show on your belly. You couldn't help but look at where your bodies joined, the vision almost too much to handle.

His brain was suddenly devoid of words, and his talkative foreplay turned into an almost silent fucking, nothing but the sound of skin and the bed creaking at your anthem.

Unexpectedly, before you could start touching yourself, you felt the familiar pull of an orgasm, Jin himself looking at you with a surprised face when you crumbled out of the sheer force of his thrusts. The tightening due to your climax made him stumble and impossibly quicken his rhythm, a cathartic scream announcing his own undoing.

He fell heavily on you, his hair drenched, his hips deadly still as the muscles of his behind twitched after the prolonged effort.

And then suddenly he broke out of character, blinking as if he had been possessed before and was now finally himself again.

"Oh my god did you just?"

"It-- I thought I couldn't, I swear. Usually I don’t cum without my clit--" You were at a loss yourself.

"This was the best sex we've ever had." He whispered. "I mean… It's not like it wasn't good before but…"

You smiled kindly. "I know what you mean. This was--" you searched for the perfect word, "earth-shattering."

He laughed his lovely laugh, then suddenly turned serious. "I was very mean to you, though. In my defense, I was a bit furious, but still I was mean. I said very bad things, my love."

He lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

You nodded. "A couple things were sort of… Harsh." You caressed his hair. "It hurt to hear you say you don't like dirty girls. I feel a bit dirty when I'm with you. You sort of expect me to like all that," you thought about the wording, "that vanilla stuff. I guess I get uncomfortable. I feel bad for liking nasty stuff. Ashamed."

"I'm so sorry, love. But I'm glad we can start from here now." He kissed your lips. "I missed kissing you. But I felt like if I did, I wouldn't be able to keep the scene up."

"It's okay." You kissed him again, with more fervour and adoration.

"I feel like I need a shower. And I feel like taking care of you now." He kissed your shoulder. "I feel a but guilty."

You laughed. "I feel guilty too. Like I tricked you into this."

"I loved every second of it, though. So if you tricked me into this, I'm glad you did. Next time trust me, I won't need convincing." He giggled.

"I loved you breaking me, so don't apologise and don't feel guilty. If it had bothered me, I would have used my safeword. But please now cuddle me cause I think I can't properly move. My body is currently resetting to non-clitoral orgasms."

He outright laughed. "Do you think it can reset while we take a bath? My soul needs cleansing."

"Let's go. But please carry me."

"So bossy." He teased, picking you up and heading for the bathroom.

"Says you, Sir." You teased right back.

He blushed to the tip of his ears. "Careful." He said pinching your butt playfully, once more turning into your funny, charming boy next door.

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.6

a/n: uhm... a lot happens here tbh xD its pretty long tho ;)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03

The ride was quick and you were now facing the entrance of the hotel. The facade of the hotel looked like it was fresh from a Gatsby movie. Golden lights illuminated every few meters of the hotel making it glow ethereally. Counting the floors from your window, you estimated it to be 8 or 9 floors. It was extravagant. Nothing more to it.

When the car drove to the entrance, the doorman was quick to open the door once the car came to halt. It was a surprise when Overhaul offered his arm to help you get out of the vehicle, in those killer heels, you had to accept. Biting your inner cheek, you had to admire how solid his arm was and how classy his tux felt.

The contact was short. Once he saw you were out, he wasted no second of removing his arm from your hand. Walking 5 steps ahead, you didn’t bother complaining with his actions. Somehow, it was also better this way. This gave you more opportunities to move freely.

The same doorman quickly opened the main entrance and even asked for your coat.

Once the coat was gone, you felt the chilly wind graze your back. It wasn’t too much to handle, of course. Your body just had to adjust. As you were thanking the employee, you failed to see how your companion did a double take when he saw just how classy you looked in your outfit. He would never say it but, he caught himself just before his jaw could drop any further. Thank goodness he had the mask.

“You clean up nicely.” He commented.

You matched his pace effortlessly and realized that he had just complimented you. Facing him, your mouth formed a small ‘o’ and once again, you blinded him with a smile. Strangely enough, even for him, it was satisfying.

“You just complimented me~” Your voice was playful and the cheeky grin on your face was something you just couldn’t hold back. “You look sanitized yourself.”

Underneath the mask, he couldn’t fight back the developing smirk. This would be an interesting night, he was almost certain.

Calling to mind the invitation, the event would take place in the biggest event hall the establishment had. Once you were inside the elevator, the built in LCD screen monitor showed to you which floor you had to go to. As soon as the screen was tapped, the elevators went up and the music began to play.

Of all the things your mind could have thought of, you recalled what Gei said. On how if he were to ever disappear when the food would come, you could find him in the men’s toilet. Lowering your head, you tried to hold back your laughter. It all backfired when you ended up snorting.

“What’s so funny?” Overhaul asked. His eyes remained focused on the LCD screen.

“Nothing that concerns you…” You replied. Fingers covering a portion of your mouth. Curse Gei and his imagination. Clearing your throat, you quickly changed the subject. “So, what exactly is going to happen in the gala?”

“From what I have gathered, the head of the Fukuo Kai wants to gather a few villains to join him.”

“How would he do that though?”

The doors opened and both of you were now facing a hallway, letting you step out first, he followed shortly. Both of you walking side by side, with a safe distance in between. The hallway floors were carpeted red and the entire area smelled of roses. Noticing that he was still silent, he was probably thinking what ways the boss could gather people.

“It would probably depend on his mood.” He finally answered.

When the event hall was now in front of you, rope barriers lined up showing you where to go. Though there was really no need since it was just a straight walk from where you stood. There was a golden podium with 2 uniformed staff ready to greet you both.

“Names?” The taller one asked.

“Shinoda.” Overhaul answered.

Now that you heard him saying a name, it had dawned to you that the profile you had for him did not include his real name. Surely that wasn’t his real name. The way he said it so nonchalantly made it look so natural. What was his name? It would be a rather personal question to ask and that was something you weren’t ready for. Not yet, at least.

When the doors were open, the soft classical music serenaded your ears. The lights were dim but the spotlight on the stage was bright as ever. Tailing behind your partner, he brought you to a high top bar near a large window. He thought it would be a good vantage point to quietly observe people.

A waiter came by and filled your water goblets up. Observing the room, there were still plenty of vacant tables. It had only been 20 minutes since you left the house, so there was still 40 left to kill.

“How did you get the invite, Shinoda?” You asked him. It was weird saying that name. Somehow, it just didn’t fit his face. “It was sent to the Shie Hassaikai.” He replied as he began to remove the strap from his right ear. Holy shit. He was actually going to take his mask off. Except, there was a gut feeling in you that didn’t want him to.

“Wait…” You managed to speak. He froze in place, his smooth cheek now partially exposed. What you'd give to see all of him but things just felt off around here. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching your every move. Playing it off as a normal conversation, you broke eye contact and surveyed the area once more. “Don’t take your mask off.”

How you told him subtly hit different. He didn’t really care if people saw him without the mask during an event like this. Yes, he’s the Shie Hassaikai boss but he preferred to stay away from the limelight. Were you actually thinking of his safety despite him being more than capable of defending himself? Either way, he placed the strap back on and watched as the hall became packed.

With the hall now jam packed, the both of you went separate ways but agreed to come back after 30 minutes.

Blending in with the group was basic to you. What made things difficult was the possibility of Akuji catching your train of thought. Trying to look for a familiar face, you were only met by stares from the guests.

“Looking for me, pretty lady?” A voice said from behind you. Turning around you were met with a man with piercing gray eyes. His hair kept back and his stubble framing his jaw. Stretching a hand, you accepted it out of courtesy. “Name’s Akuji.”

Swiftly transferring his grip to your wrist, he pulled you towards a secluded high top table. Yanking you even closer, he snaked his arm around your waist and held on to your side firmly.

“So what’s a fine lady like you doing in a gala like this?” His face, a little too close for your liking.

“I’ve heard about you.” There was no room for thinking. Whatever came to your thoughts, you had to say it. “You have a pretty strong quirk. What brings you here?”

“I have some business to deal with. You with someone, sweetcheeks?”

“My boss.”

“And who might that ‘boss’ be?” He brushed his nose on your cheek. Feeling you trying to push yourself away, he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you in even tighter. The faint smell of mint and cigarette was not the best scent.

“Shinoda.” You promptly answered. Saving no room for complaining thoughts. “Though, he will be displeased if he sees you groping me like this. He’s quite known for his anger issues.”

“A threat?” His eyes widened with delight. Just as he was about to talk, a deep voice introduced itself. Turning both of you around, you stared at an old but muscular man. His hair gray, face a tad wrinkled, but his frame showed years of hard work. “Ah. Just who I wanted to see.”

“Still cornering women, Akuji?” The man said. He rested his elbow on the bar and eyed you. A satisfied nod followed as he looked at the man still touching your waist. “What’s your name?”

“I was instructed not to casually give my name.” That was a good one. But was it good enough? “He says not to trust anyone here.”

“Fair enough.” The old man replied. Looking back at Akuji, he cleared his throat and reached for something in his breast pocket. Extending his hand, a business card sat snuggly in between his index and middle finger. Akuji stared at the card and hummed.

“Well, it would be a pleasure~” He shortly tucked his hand and the card in his pocket. “Till then.”

It had barely been 5 minutes and the two men had already gone separate ways. Akuji, however, still kept his hold on you. His actions had changed from groping to steady up and down movements. It was evident he was enjoying the sensation of touching another woman.

“Sir,” You finally had enough. This would be the second time someone defiled you today and you were not living. “If you don’t let go of me I swear, there will be consequences.”

“Feisty.”

“Did you not hear what she said?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you were more than relieved seeing his face. But, the look in his eyes and the aura he was giving was something you had not felt before. His usual calm features were replaced with his eyebrows pulled down together. The same golden eyes you came to adore were glaring at the man holding on to you. His fingers began to play with the hems of his left hand’s glove.

“Shinoda-san!” Akuji greeted Overhaul. His palms remained glued to your dress. “What happened to that previous secretary of yours? The one with blue hair? Was he not to your liking?”

“Akuji.” Overhaul’s voice was deep and his jaw clenched. You watched as he freed his hand from the rubber confinement. “Let her go.”

You felt your mind lighten. His grip on your thoughts was now nonexistent. If your hypothesis was right, Akuji was now focused on reading Overhaul’s mind. Perhaps that was his quirks downfall, he could only do it one person at a time…

“Someone’s protective of their employee~” Akuji taunted Overhaul. Either this man was dumb or just plain fearless. Attempting to hold on to Overhaul’s wrist, he managed to read his mind and went with the left one instead. When his hand made contact with Overhaul’s exposed skin, he saw the look of hatred and disgust in his eyes.

“This is why I don’t like attending events like these.” Lifting his other hand, you saw how he had overhauled his left hand’s glove. Not wanting to catch attention or to cause a scene, you immediately ran and wedged yourself between the two men. Your palm resting on his chest as you pushed him ever so slightly.

“Enough. Shinoda-san.” You tried to calm him down. He was still focused on Akuji. Finding the courage, you managed to snake your hand and cup his masked cheek. Your hands were shaky as you had literally just invaded his personal space even more. When you managed to make him face you, you stared into his pupils and gave him a small smile. “Calm down. Not here. Please.”

Feeling his chest lower as he exhaled, his eyes darted back to Akuji.

“Don’t touch me.” Pulling his wrist away, his free hand held on to your waist as he tugged you closer towards him. “And do not ever touch her with your filthy hands.”

Putting his palms into the air, Akuji took a step back. The picture in Overhaul’s mind was one he would rather not want to read again. Ogling one more time at you, he lowered his head with a smirk before he left the both of you alone.

Allowing yourself to be dragged by him all the way back to your table, you kept stealing glances at his face. He was still angry but his level-headed state was slowly coming back. Upon arriving at the table, he still hadn’t let you go from his hold. Craning your neck to look at him, you waited for him to talk.

“Explain what the hell just happened.”

“I was trying to look for how he would gather people but then I remembered that Akuji would be here. I recalled that he could read minds and I think he used his quirk on me.” You explained. Heart beating rapidly in your chest. “I wanted to think up something but I realized that it would only result in failure.”

Now that you were talking about it, you remembered the exchange they had.

“But I got something out of it. There was this old man who gave him a business card. Perhaps it could be related?”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his left hand, he reached for something in his pocket and presented it to you. Your eyes widened when you saw the same one from before.

“That man you just saw was the leader of the Fukuo Kai.” Placing the small piece of paper on the table, he looked at you once more. The look and feel of his anger, gone. “Be more careful. It would be most troublesome to have to clean up any sort of mess.”

Noticing that the skin on his wrist was inflamed, you chewed on your lower lip and felt your guilt rising.

“You’re breaking out.” You pointed out.

“What are you talking about?” The arm wrapped around your waist was feeling fine.

“Your wrist. Where he touched you.”

Right. He forgot about that. Shaking his head, he brushed your statement and told you he could fix it in an instant. Freeing you from his arm, he took a step back and began to heal himself. It was only a small patch of skin so it was gone in a matter of seconds.

Taking the card, you placed it in your purse. Telling him that you got what you needed, he reached for his phone and called for the car to pick the both of you up. The air between you two began to grow more and more tense as the seconds flowed by. It wasn’t long before he received the message that the car was now waiting at the drop-off area.

Inside the elevator, the silence was killing you. The music was nothing but a nuisance.

“Are you mad?” Breaking the silence. He did not answer nor bother to look at you. “Look. I’m sorry, okay? I lowered my guard down for a few seconds and it led to all of this.”

“Learn from what just happened, (L/N).” His eyes eventually found yours. “I might not be there to help you.”

“Thank you, though.” Heat was now rising to your cheeks, you knew it. “For saving me back there.”

The doors opened and you stepped out first. As the both of you walked towards the lobby, you saw the car on the opposite side of the door. The doorman recognized you and immediately went to the back to fetch your coat. Accepting your clothing, you wished him a safe night before exiting the hotel.

Seated in the car once more, you let out a long sigh and leaned onto the backrest. Your trench coat, jacket, and your boxed heels laid in front of you. With everything that had happened, you failed to get any food in your system. The WcMac you ate had already vanished.

“Overhaul.” You were really going to do it.

“Hm?”

“I’m hungry…”

“You’re really burden, do you know that?” Lowering the partition by 2 inches, he faced you once more. “What do you want to eat?”

“Mendy’s…” If you could melt into the leather chairs, you would.

“And stuff your face with grease?” Whatever you could see of his face was etched with annoyance. But the way his pupils were a bit dilated told you otherwise. “Nemoto. Shipotle, now.”

“Shipotle?” You questioned as the partition closed. “You seriously think they’re healthy?”

“No.” He replied flatly. “But they have a decent menu offering healthy meals. Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. I won’t complain.”

After the short drive thru in Shipotle (Nemoto and Chrono also ordered but they didn’t tell), your hands were now full and Overhaul was carrying both your jackets. Quickly opening your door, you placed your food on the small table beside the door and took both your jackets from him. When you saw the jacket your boss defiled, you felt like puking and seized it in your hands.

Overhaul was standing in the lobby. Probably to say farewell.

“I have one last favor.” You lifted the piece of clothing and gestured for him to hold it. “Destroy it.”

“May I ask why?” He wouldn’t mind tearing it apart but the request was all too sudden. Something must have happened a few hours ago, he knew it.

“It’s filthy.” That’s all it took. Witnessing his quirk in action, you saw how the cloth morphed and seemingly exploded into nothing. “Wow.”

“Any more favors?”

“None that I can think of.” You beamed. Once again, you couldn’t see it but his jaw dropped underneath the mask.

“In that case,” He bowed. “I shall take my leave.”

“Good night, Overhaul.”

“And to you, (L/N).”

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haknew · 3 years

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anon asked: I HAVE SONG RECS :DDD I tried not to do songs that you would have obviously heard before but a lot of the songs here are still popular but I couldn’t help but add them 😭

AHHHH thank you so so so so much for all the recommendations anon ! your taste is absolutely impeccable !!! i think i vibed with a lot of these maybe we are a bit similar ^~^ and no worries about your picks ! i totally support you and your incredible music taste no need to defend yourself :p ! popular songs can still be good ones ! thank you again and i tried ... to ... get through them all i’m so sorry JHGFDJHGDK you’ll see i get through like ... half and then ran out of energy T^T i’ll probably get back to this list some other time when i have free time and update with thoughts ! thank you for sending so many in ! i found so many new songs to add to my playlist heh thank you lovely !

Pop

cherry by rina sawayama - super cute ! i love these kinds of pop songs it’s right up my alley :o !

xs by rina sawayama - her voice is so well suited for this style ! i watched the mv and djkfhskgrjf HHH idk she gives me mitski vibes even tho their music is pretty different, you have peaked my interest i’ll definitely look into more of her stuff :o !

comme de garçons by rina sawayama - the bass line T^T !!! the talk-y (?) parts are so good i got chills, it’s like a rave song low key haha :p ! it’s so good !

Any song by Rina Sawayama 😭 - yes yes i’ll try to look more into her stuff !

Kpop

123 by nct dream - i’m only an honorary guest of ncity but one of my irls ults them ! and dream’s music has always been a bit more my speed :o ! this has more nostalgic kpop vibes to it ! i said this before but i really am more a pop person at heart and this is so good ^~^

Up to you by pretty much and nct dream (HAECHANS PART HHHHH) - oooh are you a haechan stan 0v0 i like jaemin tho i admit my knowledge of dream is limited (my fren ults renjun heh) also yes yes consent is very important kids u.u dskjghkdfj YOU’RE RIGHT THO haechan is a singer he SINGS, i love the vocal harmonies !

Oasis by crush ft zico - those electric keyboard synths (?) amazing ! this song bops u.u

Moon by everglow - !!! i actually have heard this a lot before ^~^ i got so excited when i saw this bc it’s so good ! it’s definitely one of my fav everglow songs too i think i overplayed it a lot when it first came out *v*

Woowoo by dia - i love the ocean wave sounds ! that’s so cool i love how summery it is ! it kind of reminds me of loona too ! ggs are just >>> i love the fun and brighter pop songs so much 🥺

Secret garden by Oh My Girl - i’ve heard a few songs by omg ! and i really like a handful of them, secret garden kinda gives me early gfriend songs vibes too ! it’s so pretty ! i really love when songs utilize strings in their instrumentals too ! it’s a bit slower paced too which is really nice ^~^

Page by got7 - YEEEES okie actually maybe unpopular opinion but spinning top is one of my fav got7 albums ! i used to listen to the whole mini on repeat ! i actually used to ult got7 too for a few months heh ^^ BUT YEEES i love page ! got7 always have bangers love them so much

Nekkoya by produce 48 - AHHHHH ANOTHER SONG I LOVE !!! i’m actually a wizone haha :p so i’ve seen produce 48 ! tho admittedly it probably contributes to my burning h*tred for mn*t and any survival shows ;;;; but i loved the title song so much ! i used to unironically play it on repeat djghskfj

Puzzle moon by gwsn - AHHHH YOUR TASTE !!! i also followed gwsn from debut and puzzle moon is so so so cute ! it’s such a bop too ! they have such fun and catchy songs !

Goblin by sulli - ahhh the xylophone chimes ! they make the song sound a bit haunting before the piano comes in ;;;; it really reflects the mv story so well i think ;;; and sulli’s voice is so beautiful ;;;; it’s got that characteristic background vocal harmonies that sm artists usually do and it’s just really beautiful !

What are you up to by kang daniel - today on can you tell jess is unfortunately a bg stan daniel’s songs have been so good :,)) i stopped following all the wanna ones closely after a while but ! he always surprises me ! his songs are such vibes u.u

Best day ever by yeri and nct dream - the TRUMPETS YEEES it’s so upbeat and fun !!! the cheering is so cute i love it !

Hair in the air by yeri and nct dream - JAEMINNNNN !!!! I LOVE YERI SO MUCH PLEASE ! i love the vocal harmonies between her and the boys 🥺 it’s so cute T^T ! renjun’s a singer HE SINGS

119 by nct dream - ah yes this is ncity brand u.u LOL they always have really filled chorus instrumentals and use a lot of vocals to fill up the space which i think is really cool and something i think immediately screams sm artist :0 ! i think renjun’s voice really sells this for me tho HIS VOICE IS AMAZING him and haechan yeees it’s a banger tho :,)

Save me save you by wjsn - i love wjsn’s music so much ! it sounds so magic and ethereal and totally bops ! their voices are so beautiful too and work together so well and i think this song’s style really suits all the members’ voices so well too !

Loonatic by loona - YEEEEES loona are my ult gg ! and oec is probably my fav unit in terms of music ! i have spent many a day playing their whole discography ! haha :3

Up by izone - MY GIRLS ! yes yes up is so cute ! i love it so much ! the choreo is so cute too ! i love izone please ;;;;

N/s by stray kids - oh boy okie ;;;; i’m like not a good judge of a lot of hip hop / more rap heavy songs ;;;; bc i was classically trained as a singer in choir ;-; so i’m sorry i do not have much to say about this one ;;;; it slaps tho ! i probably wouldn’t listen to it normally if you hadn’t recommended it tho so ! good to listen to smth outside of my normal preferences

Sunshine by straykids - OH very very different from the last skz song KJHGKFJHKD yea this is probably more my speed i’m so sorry LOL T-T it’s so good tho :o ! i don’t listen to a lot of skz bc i figured i wouldn’t be able to vibe with them but this one is so good i really like it ! skz and ateez man i’ve been trying to stan for ages but music is a big part of why i stan /stan/ certain groups more seriously and it’s also why i’m only honorary nctzen lol clearly i have been enlightened (literally *looks at my past ult groups* yeaaaa)

Blueprint by stray kids - YEEES IT’S SO UPBEAT ! i love upbeat and brighter songs (i am consistent like this T-T) it’s got summery tropical vibes to it too ! it’s so cute !

Question by stray kids - another banger yeeeees ! i vibe with the lyrics too u.u love that

Any mixtape by stray kids (but I really love 1 and 4) - oooh i still have a lot to get through so i’ll save these for my own time haha ^^

I’m your girl by khan

Revolution by Alexa

Secret by wjsn

I wanna be by key and soyeon

Handle it by twice

Teenager by got7

Take by jus2 (CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH)

Bump bump by woodz

Stylish by loona - this is one of my fav loona b sides yeeees !!!! love them so much !

Outta my head by somi

Jpop

showersnow by orbit

show off by orbit

crazy love by orbit

any orbit song ngl 😭

poison girl by nanaka suwa

lost umbrella (I like the tsukishima kei version cause it sounds like lee know :DDD)

Notice by moe shop

Kawaki wo ameku (domestic girlfriend opening)

The day by porno graffiti (my hero academia opening 1)

Odd future by uverworld (my hero academia opening 4)

Again by yui (full metal alchemist brotherhood opening 1)

More English music

Luxury by azalea banks (Ive heard she’s said some terrible things tho 😭 WHY DOES IT SLAP)

Hurricane by Bridget Mendler (I miss this song and ready or not too 😭)

Little dark age by mgmt

I got a couple one direction recs bear with me here 💀

Happily, Magic, AM, 18, Tell Me a Lie, Through The Dark, Wolves, Night Changes, Better Than Words

Hip-hop/rnb

Leaked by lil tjay

Pretty little fears by 6lack and j cole

Water by joe gifted

The London by young thug

Bands by shoreline mafia

Swervin by a boogie wit a hoodie

Father stretch my hands pt 1 by Kanye west

More English music (indila is French)

Northern lights by kennie

I am not a robot by marina

Tourner dans le vide by indila

Parle a ta tete by indila

Greek tragedy by the wombats

Viva la vida by Coldplay (SHHHHH DONT ROAST ME)

La da dee by Cody Simpson (SHH IT MAKES ME HAPPY 😭)

Move your body by loving caliber and anders lystell (this ones good to make u feel like an early 2010’s movie protagonist :D)

Mariposa by Peach tree rascals

Sunflower by post Malone and swae lee (like many songs on here it’s popular but I still wanna put it here cause they make me happy 😭)

I got really carried away sorry I hope you haven’t heard too many of these 😭😭 OKAY BYEEE ❤️

#anon #jess.replies #not tbz #jess.text #ask games #shared songs hour #oh god i am so so sorry anon i swear i'll get to all the others on my own time T-T #i just underestimated all the asks i was going to get with recs and i can feel my energy fading #''faded in my last song~~~'''#i know i said i'd get around to all of them but it's nearing two am djgdkjfhg I'M SO SORRY #i'll come back to this list and update it with thoughts if i have time :o !#so what have we learned today kids ... jess does not have taste whatsoever #also also that ggs >>>>>>#i'm sorry to all my stay friends <///3 truly i have no taste u.u

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write-like-you-mean-it · 4 years

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Celebrities Need Milk Too: Haikyuu Coffee Shop AU

My favorite time of the day was walking to work. It didn’t matter the shift, daytime, or who my co-workers were. All that mattered was the music playing through my headphones as I would walk down the cracked sidewalk. I found myself staring at my reflection in window shop glass more than I looked where I was going. I trusted my feet to go where they needed because of the amount of time I’d walked this path.

My hands mess with a misplaced hair before being covered up by a new poster in the window of a macaroon shop. My feet stop as I look at the volleyball players that littered the paper. It was for a big match up tonight against the Schweiden Adlers and MSBY Black Jackals. This particular poster seemed to be dedicated to the Adlers with their star players lit up by a golden light.

If I was being honest, I hadn’t been paying too much attention to the recent volleyball tournament that plagued the city. All the hubbub has done is make the shop a busier than normal.

A small buzz takes me away from the poster. I curse under my breath as I see that I was slightly late for work. My feet pick up the pace in hopes of getting there in a time that my boss would deem acceptable.

As I got to the shop, a group of people had gathered around one person. He was taking pictures outside as if he were a celebrity. This struck me as odd because we don’t get a lot of famous people that visit this particular coffee shop.

The so-assumed celebrity seemed to not be a fan of pictures or autographs. He had yet to figure out the perfect hand placement so that it was not awkward for the girls or himself. His smile had yet to meet his eyes and even looked like a painful experience. I couldn’t help but chuckle as the girls fawned over him.

In-between photos, I caught the eyes of this strange man. His dark turquoise eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of please help along with disinterest and an intensity unmatched by anyone I’d ever met. I had seen them somewhere before but I couldn’t put my finger on where.

I, however, did not have time to ponder who this celebrity could be. No Doze Cafe was bustling with people. Almost all the tables were filled with patrons either waiting on coffee orders, studying for an upcoming test, or laughing with their group of friends. A few people were crammed at the window in hopes of getting the celebrities attention.

“You’re late again,” called Carrie as she walked out from the back room. Her apron was covered in old stains.

“I know,” I say while putting on my own apron. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“I really should keep a tally of how many times you’ve told me you won’t be late again.” Her voice may have been teasing but I could feel her pressing me about my tardiness.

“Or you could just dock my pay like you keep saying you will,” I comment while picking up the closest cup. I read the marking scribbled on the side. White Peppermint Mocha: Our most popular seller around the holiday seasons.

I quickly mixed this drink while preparing for the rush of customers that would likely enter the shop if the guy ever was given a break. “Akashi,” I call while placing the drink on the counter.

My fears became a reality as the swarm of people followed right behind the guy from outside. I found myself cursing his very own existence. Instead of immediately stepping into line, he decides to take a seat, pull out his phone, and start watching some video.

Rather than comment on his strange behavior, Carrie shouted at me to get back to work. She can sometimes get grouchy if enough people have pissed her off today. Sadly, I was one of them.

As the day grew later and later, people became less interested in the celebrity and more interested in getting their coffee to go. The after school rush had simmered to a slow boil. There were a few people still seated at tables watching the man.

Carrie decided to take a small smoke break to clear her head from the rush. I was left taking and filling orders.

“See you later Ms,” called one of the regular high school students. I waved goodbye to him before walking back to the cash register. To my surprise, it was the man from outside.

“Oh it’s you,” I say.

His eyes narrow to the same intense expression-filled scowl he had earlier in the day. “Would you want a picture or something?” he asked. His voice was filled with annoyance and a little disappointment.

“No,” I commented. “I wasn’t expecting you to actually get anything after you didn’t get in line at the start.”

He paused. It was the same pause that I had given him earlier when we locked eyes. It was the feeling of confusion mixed with a little wonder. “You were watching me?”

A heat flushed along my cheeks. “I-I was watching you because of the crowd. We normally don’t get celebrities in the cafe.”

I could’ve sworn that the same blush on my cheeks mirrored on his. “I wouldn’t say that I’m a celebrity,” he said. “I’m just well known.”

“Well, sorry for calling you a celebrity,” I say, trying to make up for my misstep. “What could I get for you?”

He looked around as if to spy on anyone that would listen to his order. “That’s actually what I would need help with. I haven’t visited a coffee shop before. A friend of mine said that you made good hot chocolate with real milk. He said it was the best he’s ever had.”

“Oh would you like to try the hot chocolate?” I ask. “We import some of the cocoa from a shop in Paris.”

“Is there anything else with a lot of milk? I’m not a huge fan of chocolate.” His face flushed harder. It was a cute look to break up the angry intensity of his normal face.

I giggle before responding, “Yes we have plenty of items made with milk. Would you want something cold or hot?”

“I guess cold,” he mumbled. “Also could you add coffee?”

“Yes we can,” I say with my typical retail smile. “I would recommend a Macchiato. It has two shots of espresso with a base of milk. I enjoy the drink a lot. I would get a shot of some flavor in it though.”

“I’m fine without the flavor,” he said. “But make it a large.”

“And can I get a name for that order?”

“Kageyama.”

Suddenly, the names of the teammates on the poster flash before my eyes. His name was highlighted under one of the players. That was where I remember seeing his eyes before. “You’re the setter for the big game tonight.”

The comment must’ve caught him off guard. The already pink cheeks became an even darker shade of red. “Y-yes I am,” he commented before pulling out the money to pay. “You can keep the change. Think of it as a tip.”

He handed me six extra dollars about the cost of his drink. “I can’t take this,” I say while pushing the money back into his hands. “That’s too much as a tip.”

“N-no. I insist.” He pushed the money back into my hands. “You helped me a lot.”

“If you’re sure.” I make the change before placing the rest of the money into the tip jar. “That was very nice of you.”

“No problem.” Embarrassment must’ve been too much for him because Kageyama walked towards the end of the bar. I quickly make his drink before handing it over to him.

“Here you go sir. One Macchiato.” I turn away before he stutters out “W-wait.”

I turn back to see that he is looking at the drink. “W-would you be at the game tonight?”

“Oh, I don’t get off work until really late. I doubt my boss will allow me to go.”

Kageyama scoffed before looking back up at me. “I-I would really appreciate it if you could be there. I don’t have lots of pull but I could pay a little extra if you can get off.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“No,” he stammers. “I was just asking because you’ve really helped me and I want to see you more.”

A smile crossed my face before I picked up a napkin off the counter and my pen. I wrote down my number and placed the napkin on top of his cup. “I don’t think I can come tonight,” I comment. “However, I’d love to see you again too, Kageyama.”

“O-oh,” he stutters before locking eyes with me. The faint blush had faded. “I’ll give you a call after my game. Maybe we can meet up and I can show you the video.”

“I’d love that,” I say. The black-haired man seemed confused that his confession had worked. He bid me a farewell before walking out the door.

“What was that guy’s deal?” asked Carrie. She must’ve finished up her cigarette in the time we were talking.

“That- my dear Carrie- is the celebrity that was outside.”

Haikyuu Masterlist

(This series is a choose your own adventure. Pick your favorite man or all of them. I will try to make as many of them as possible with continuations. So far, there is Oikawa, Sugawara, Tuskishima, and Kageyama. If you have a suggestion or comment, please message me!!)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #kageyama #tobio x y/n #haikyuu tobio #kageyama x y/n #COFFEE SHOP AU

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SHSL Theatre Actress comes out as aromantic to Mikan, Ibuki and Korekiyo

Mikan Tsumiki: pt.1

· It was a day just like any other. That morning you had invited Mikan to come to rehearsal to watch. Having a massive crush on you she more than eagerly accepted! She also knew how reckless you tended to be with your own safety, she liked being nearby to patch you up quickly.

· It seemed to be a miracle that nothing happened during the practice. Mikan decided to meet you backstage. If nothing happened on stage, then you likely would end up getting injured helping change the spotlights or something. Maybe fall off a ladder or try lifting something and hurt your back. Who knows?

· She rather quickly spotted you actually… With a guy leaning in rather close to you. “Come on, just one date. What’s the big deal?” “The big deal is, NO. I don’t want to go on a date with you!” “What? Think you’re better than me? Am I not your type?” “Yes! I am better than you! I don’t persist when people withdraw their consent!” Oh no. You were fuming. You had absolutely no sense of danger when you were mad. “And YES, you are not my type! I HAVE NO TYPE! SO LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CREEP OR I SWEAR I’LL DESTROY ANY CHANCE YOU BOUGHT WITH MONEY SINCE YOU CERTAINLY DON’T HAVE TALENT OR PASSION, OF MAKING IT ANYWHERE IN THIS INDUSTRY! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU’LL GET FAR DISRESPECTING PEOPLE?! THAT’S HOW YOU IMPRESS SOMEONE!? SORRY ASSHOLE THAT’S NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AT THIS? A WEEK NOW! AND GUESS WHAT MY ANSWER HAS BEEN EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK! OH, YOU DON’T NEED TO GUESS, I ALREADY TOLD YOU! NO! NEVER! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!” As you were stomping away the guy grabbed your hand! The guy was about to say something when you headbutted him in the jaw. He likely bit his lip or tongue because he started bleeding. Mikan chased after you as you ran away.

· You just kept running and running. “Y-Y/N!” “Mikan!?” You slowed your paced for a moment, grabbing Mikan’s hand, continuing to run.

· The pair of you hid in Mikan’s dorm room. She sat you down on her bed before scurrying around getting supplies to examine you. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with pink as she held your face getting a close look at the top of your head. “Tsumiki… I-I think I’m fine.” “W-well, you may think so, but many illnesses can be present without making themselves known. The same can be said with injuries… I-I’m sorry am I annoying you!?” “N-no, no! You’re okay! I just don’t want you to waste supplies on me.” “Supplies w-would never be wasted on you! E-even if they don’t help, i-if it’s for you, it’s never a waste!” Her blush only grew as she looked at you with such determined eyes…

· She really cared about you…

· “Y/N w-what’s wrong!? Are you hurting? Why are you crying!?” You tried holding back the sobs as you quickly wiped those tears away. “I-I’m so sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry for what? I don’t need or deserve apologies! Did I do something wrong!?” “N-no, you’re amazing.” You buried your face in your hands, absolutely ashamed of yourself. “E-even if I was interested in romance I would never go out with that guy, but, b-but you…” You forced yourself to take deep breaths. You forced yourself to look at her even in that blur. You forced yourself to… to confess. “But you’re amazing! And I’ve been awful to you! I know you have a crush on me, I knew for a long time! I thought if I didn’t say anything, maybe nothing would change and it’d all be fine, but… I can’t keep doing this to you! I don’t, I can’t ever return your feelings. I love you, but not like how you love me! I’m aromantic. I’m just not attracted to people like that! And I honestly don’t mind, I’m so happy to simply have friends, I don’t need any other type of relationships to feel complete or happy, but, I can’t just keep stringing you along like this! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Mikan!”

· “Y-Y/N, p-please don’t cry for me!” Tears were already streaking down her cheeks. “I really don’t mind!” “H-huh? What?” “If you’re aromantic, I don’t mind. Just please keep calling me your friend! That’s honestly all I want!” “I-I, no, I don’t want this to get toxic! You’re my best friend! I don’t want to hurt you!” You stood up, pulling her into a hug before burrowing your tear stained face onto her shoulder. Trembling, you hugged her tightly. “I can’t keep hurting you.” Mikan hugged you back, letting you get your emotions out.

· Once you calmed down, she sat you back on her bed. “Y/N, as long as you keep talking to me, I don’t mind. As long as you keep calling me your friend, I honestly can’t care less if you return my feelings. I’ve never had such an amazing friend like you! So please don’t feel guilty!” “… Mikan… I… but you’ve been treated so badly, I don’t want to be another person who does the same to you.” “What are you talking about? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met! I’m happy the way things are! I don’t need you to love me!” “But I do love you, but just… not romantically. Which is what you have for me!” “I really don’t mind! Even if you weren’t aromantic and you fell in love with and dated someone else, I wouldn’t mind!” “But I never can… maybe that can be some condolence for you?” “I don’t want condolences. Just keep calling me your friend!” “… You… You really are okay with just being friends?” Taking an icepack out of the ice chest beside her, she placed it on your head. “It’s not ‘just being friends’ friendships are just as important as romantic ones, if not more! Having friends can do wonders for your health!” “I… If you’re sure. It’s just… I don’t know, romantic love is everywhere in plays and media so… I know it’s a big deal to others.” “Well, it’s not for me! I love you, and you love me, but in a different way! And that’s okay!” You couldn’t help but smile.

· “A-although, if you don’t want to be friends, that’s fine too! Whatever you want!” “Mikan, no! Dang it, I thought you were gaining confidence!” “I-I’m so sorry!” “Stop it! We’re friends! You don’t annoy me! But please believe in yourself more!”

Ibuki Mioda:

· Your group decided to do a musical and who better than the Super High School Level Light Music Club Member to ask for help about the music!

· It was… an interesting experience. She spoke of how before she could help, she needed to see if you could all perform together. Being more of the shy sort you found Ibuki to be a bit much at first, but through playing her games you rather quickly warmed up to her. You still were a bit quiet around her, but she did more than enough talking for the both of you.

· Performing with her was certainly a lively event. It was also the most fun you ever had performing and that was saying something! You absolutely adored the stage but with Ibuki it was like you entered an entirely new world! One of boundless energy and excitement! One of pure passion and nothing else! The stress of wanting the other performers not mess up seemed to fade away as you just got lost in the music pouring your heart and soul into every last note! It was amazing!

· Though it seems others may have misinterpreted your passion. Specifically, your co-star. He was a nice boy. New to performing, but he certainly had talent and passion. He was a good kid.

· After the performance you ran straight to Ibuki, hopping around still feeling that boundless energy flowing through you. As the two of you were excitedly talking over one another neither of you notice as your co-star approached. Once the two of you finished spinning around and headbanging you finally noticed him. “O-oh, hi.” “Hey, Y/N, uh, could we talk for a moment… alone?” “Sure?” Hesitantly you followed the guy. Once you were alone, he asked you out. “Sorry, but, no thank you.” “Oh, really? I thought we might have had something. You were always so stiff during the kiss scene in practice but tonight you were more relaxed! I, thought that maybe… you started liking me?” “Oh, no, no, no. Sorry, that was just the passion of the performance.” He rather awkwardly walked away.

· As you marched away you overheard some conversations. The usual really. You were stuck up, that’s why you never gave nice guys a chance. You burned fan mail because you were so disgusted by them. The usual really. There’s bound to be poison thrown your way given how runaway popular you were. Besides, it’s not like they were entirely wrong, who were you to refute them.

· You decided to hide in your dressing room to ignore it all. As expected, a large pile of gifts and fan letters sat waiting for you there. After changing out of your costume and removing your makeup you started slowly going through it. It was normally nice, genuine compliments and the like, but sometimes the gifts and letters got… creepy. Those letters in particular, you burned. After emptying the small trashcan, you placed the letter at the bottom, you lit a match readying to drop it in the can.

· As you were doing so you heard that bubbly voice call out your name before opening the door. “Whow, Y/N, what’s with the match? Wait! Ibuki can guess!” The girl quickly skipped over to you, looking into the trash bin. “Oooh, so the rumors of ‘the heart breaker’ are true.” “Ah, so you’ve heard those rumors and nickname.” You limply dropped the match, watching the letter burn. “I don’t get why people can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I swear, it can’t just be me. There must be people, who even if they are interested in romance, must find this uncomfortable, right?” “Oh, you’re aromantic?” You flinched not expecting to hear that. “… Uh, y-yeah.” You were immediately filled with dread. Being aromantic was not something you tried keeping secret, but you did try to be selective with who you told. “Nice! Ibuki has a fellow, repeat after me! A! RO! MAN! TIC! Aromantic buddy!” “Fellow aromantic buddy? You’re aromantic too?” A big smile creased the rock star’s lips as she eagerly nodded. “Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! That’s correct!” You let go of the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

· “So, what’s with that letter?” “Ah, well… A ‘fan’ I had to file a restraining order against, they stalked me for some time and constantly showered me in very uncomfortable gifts like their baby book and letters of proposal. The proposal letters in particular always make my skin crawl knowing I even touched the unnerving thing. And even with the restraining order they always find some way to get them to me. I’ve tried throwing them away, but they somehow get back to me. The only way to get rid of it is to burn it. I can’t be the only person who finds this creepy! It’s not just because I’m aromantic, right? So many people have told me that I should be nicer since they’re a fan, but… I just can’t. I don’t think it’s okay, but… when so many people tell you you’re wrong, you can’t help but wonder…” “No, you’re right. They’re a total creepo! The girls from my old band would get letters like that and they weren’t aromantic and found them creepy!” “Oh thank goodness, it’s not just me!”

· After that performance your confidence in yourself outside of acting slowly blossomed with Ibuki’s help. It felt amazing to have a friend who was the same as you in that aspect, truly being able to understand your position. Since you two worked so well together on stage she insisted on forming a band with you, and even made outfits for the pair of you with aromantic pride flag colors. Ibuki very quickly became a very dear friend to you.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

· Ah, Valentine’s day, a day you dreaded. It was nice getting chocolate, but many of the girls asking you out was the bad part. Having to reject girls all day was rather tiring, especially so when they insisted on you telling them who you gave your chocolate to. No one. Even when you told them that, none believed you. From some reason not liking anyone romantically was impossible to them and they said you were stuck up or lying.

· As the day loomed ever closer bringing white and pink hues with it, you decided to try to save yourself some grief. Maybe you could tell them you weren’t interested in anyone, but you were gifting your friends chocolates? You hoped this would help. You had to try something, hiding didn’t work last year, somehow, they always found you.

· The morning of Valentine’s day you took a deep breath before leaving your dorm room. Aaand you were already surrounded by girls… This was going to be a long day.

· You managed to find and gift each of your friends a chocolate bar… all except one.

· Kiyo.

· You were having trouble getting the proper inspiration for your role, so you began to do research. In your research you met the anthropologist. He immersed you in the region, it’s traditions, history, everything. When speaking with him you felt you were truly there. From then on, you always went to him for guidance, after all, plays were deeply intertwined with anthropology and you really liked people who were especially passionate about their interests, like him. Even as shy as you were his calm demeanor could ease you and get you out of your shell.

· He was most certainly your friend and you were determined to gift him some chocolate before the day ended! He wasn’t answering his phone, he wasn’t in his lab, if he was in his dorm room, he didn’t answer the door. Where could he be? You spent the majority of the day dashing down hall after hall, hiding from your fans, and searching for your friend.

· You were exhausted seeing that bright sunset. Sighing, you laid down on the snowy ground looking up at that clear sky. “I guess I can just give it to him tomorrow… I mean, today isn’t the only day I can show I love someone… NO!” You abruptly sat up. “He’s done too much for me! I have to find him today!” “Simply beautiful.” “Kiyo!?” The man slowly strode towards you with his hands in his pockets. “Such wonderful determination. And for love no less.” “Finally.” You scrambled to get up, pulling the chocolate bar out of your pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Kiyo simply stared at you in surprise for a moment before gently taking the chocolate. “I had no idea. I accept your feelings but my heart belongs to another so I can not return them to you in kind.” “Oh! No, no! I’m giving all my friends chocolate today.” “All your friends you say? So, you’re celebrating Philia today instead of Eros. The love of friendships, not passion and romance.” “Yeah! It seems most media and so many people always focus on romance that other relationships are left behind.” “I can see where you’re coming from. There have been countless traditions through out the ages celebrating the pleasure, passion, and lust of the romantic. Eros is so tightly intertwined with reproduction and continuing the species it’s almost instinctual, natural to find it so important. Though… I must wonder if you are thinking this because you have yet to find someone to treasure in that way.” There it was. You sighed, hearing that all too familiar sentiment. “Is something wrong, Y/N? Did I hit too close to home there?” “Well… Yeah. It seems everywhere I look not being in or not wanting to be in a relationship is seen as wrong. Like it’s demonized to not want that. People will say to just lower your standards, or to just wait because you’ll meet the right person SOMEDAY or that if you’re not in a romantic relationship you’ll be completely lonely! Like only romantic love can make a person complete or something! Like you’re some alien for not wanting that! Because clearly something MUST be WRONG with me, right!? Because everyone else wants it! Because friendship isn’t good enough, right!? So if it’s not, then why do people make friends in the first place!? If all people want is romance, then why make friends!? Do people only make friends to turn them into potential partners some day!? Is that what I’ve been missing this whole time!? Do all my relationships, my friends, mean nothing!? SHOULD I want more from my friends!? Is that what’s wrong with me!? Because according to the world I have to want more, so there has to be SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, RIGHT!? BECAUSE I NEED TO LOVE SOMEONE ROMANTICALLY, TO HAVE A PARTNER, TO HAVE KIDS, TO RAISE A FAMILY BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT ALL THIS IS ABOUT, RIGHT!? BECAUSE I’M BROKEN RIGHT!? I’M BROKEN FOR NOT WANTING THIS! I’M SOME FREAK-SHOW PEOPLE THINK IS SOME EMOTIONLESS HUSK! BECAUSE I CAN’T LOVE, RIGHT!?”

· And you laughed. Hugging yourself, through broken sobs you kept laughing. That chopped up hyperventilating turned warped drowning laughter. You didn’t know why, but you just couldn’t stop laughing. Maybe it was all the stresses of the day had taken it’s toll on you. Maybe you were scared that Kiyo, a person who you knew had a reverent respect for romantic love would tell you, you were wrong like so many others had. Maybe… maybe you were just exhausted from having ran around all day.

· “s-sorry kiyo…” You tried wiping the tears from your eyes but they just kept flooding out. “i-i’m not ma-mad at you, i-i swear…” You buried you face into your hands wanting to disappear. You wished Korekiyo would just walk away and pretend he didn’t see your outburst. You hated yourself for yelling at him. It wasn’t his or anyone else’s fault. You were just so sick and tired of romance being shoved down your throat, for others acting like it was some necessity that you were missing to be a complete person. You hated it all so much. You knew you weren’t wrong, that you were okay the way you were, but… having that constant pressure on you always made holding on to the truth difficult at times… It just hurt. You merely melted in the gentle suffocating warmth that surrounded you.

· “… If you want romantic love, yet don’t want it in the moment, you are valid. If you don’t want romance at all or ever, that is valid too. And friendships do not merely exist to morph them into partnerships. Aristotle spoke much on the subject. He spoke of how there are different kinds of friendship just as there are different kinds of love. Friendships are necessary to get a better view of the world, even if one had the whole world in the palm of their hand, it would mean nothing without friends, companionship. You are valid, Y/N.” He hugged you tighter, trying to show he was there for you.

· He let you go, letting you take a step back. Taking one last deep breath those tears finally stopped flowing. “s-sorry.” “Hmm? Care to elaborate? I see no reason for you to do so.” “I-I… I’m aromantic, and… your comment just really got to me.” “Then, I believe I should be apologizing. I didn’t realize those words would hurt you so.” “E-exactly, you didn’t know.” “Yet, they still hurt. Just because I knew not the damage they’d bring dose not numb the pain any less.” “… yeah.”

· To your confusion he turned around… He was changing masks? He only ever turned around like this when doing so. When he turned back to face you the chocolate bar was partly unwrapped. “I accept and return your love, Y/N.” “Thank you.” Cheerily he snapped a piece off and popped it into his mouth… somehow. You still had no idea how he ate or drank with those things on. “So, shall we go to my lab for the evening? We have much research to do.” “Hmm? I’m not starting any new plays, Kiyo.” “No, not for that. To search for examples of aromantic orientation through history. Very few examples spring to mind on the subject and I’d like your help remedying that.” “Kiyo.” You couldn’t bring yourself to speak for a moment. You just… took in how overwhelmingly happy and relieved you felt. “Yeah, I’d love to help you. Let’s go.”

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therapist.

❄️📚 tsukioka tsumugi

summary: you don’t need a boyfriend, you really just need a therapist

warnings: cheating, exhaustion, heartbreak, jealousy, lack of communication, passing out, toxic relationships

author’s note: this is a song fic! it’d be cool to listen to the song as you read, obviously the lyrics won’t match up to the pace of the passage! i recently went through something like this and thought it would be important to address in a healthy manner ♡

sometimes, you can’t expect your s/o to be the person who “fixes everything”. remember to establish mental health boundaries + ask someone if they’re in the right headspace to emotionally support someone!

word count: 3,352

music: therapist – mae muller

YOU DON’T BRING HOME ROSES, YOU JUST BRING HOME STRESS

YOU NEVER SAY I LOOK GOOD, WHEN I’M LOOKING MY BEST

Tsumugi anxiously fixed his hair as he shifted around his phone’s camera angle facing him. It was so late, he had so much work on top of his tutoring shifts, but you kept putting off this call for so long. Said you were busy, but Tsumugi knew you were nervous to talk to him face to face. You pretended to have family errands even though he saw you active online, but he wanted to see you (even if it cost him another sleepless night and missed assignments).

It was ten minutes past the allocated time frame you had suggested to call, but you weren’t responding to his constant texts. Tsumugi straightened his sweater (lucky sweater, actually) and saw his face frown as the clock kept ticking against his will. You were late, that’s not new, but you would have at least notified him. Tsumugi flipped through your texts, trying to find something that would justify your absence. No matter, Tsumugi figured, knowing you wouldn’t be too long. After all, you guys were just taking it slow, maybe scheduled FaceTime calls weren’t that serious?

As Tsumugi leaned back and felt the weight of the day on his shoulders, he released a sigh of disappointment as he stared up at his room’s ceiling. Tsumugi was looking forward to this call all week now, feeling jittery to see his potential partner because he really, really liked you, it honestly scared him.

It was the first time in a while he got back into the love scene as other than the resident wingman, so putting himself out there was new. As a joke (and moment of desparation), Tsumugi tweeted how much he wanted a significant other and hit send before going to sleep. Yes, social distancing and quarantine were getting to him, bad. But, waking up and receiving a message at 4am was exhilarating.

You guys met online. First, it was you liking his tweets back and forth before you DMed Tsumugi. It was out of character for him to even consider responding to a stranger, but it was quarantine... and maybe this could have been some fun! It was a childish thought for someone his age, but as soon as Tsumugi sent a laughing emoji back, the two of you hit it off.

There was instant chemistry, spending hours everyday (time he didn’t have) to have engaging conversations together that made his heart jump every time you instinuated something flirty. Tsumugi’s last relationship was years ago, it had been so long, he didn’t know how to respond as well as you did. But, one thing led to another, and it was barely a week before Tsumugi confessed he liked you, embarrassingly enough. It was after you put out a Google Form application to get suitors to make him purposely jealous, and Tsumugi definitely hadn’t felt that jealous in a long, long time.

But, you wanted to take it slow. Talking about how you never had such a cute partner before, that Tsumugi was so considerate so you didn’t want to rush anything and ruin the potential. Tsumugi agreed immediately, he knew you weren’t ready for commitment and that was okay. Maybe, he could change your mind?

That night, you two talked over the phone for six hours. It was the highlight of his entire romantic life, it was his first date! Tsumugi remembered there was little to no awkwardness the first time around, and fell asleep at 6am just to wake up one hour later. Although he was exhausted and his sleep schedule was destroyed, Tsumugi never felt happier and more comfortable with someone else.

Again, Tsumugi felt himself dozing off before he heard his ringtone blaring. He jumped up and quickly accepted it despite his bedhead. Hopefully the entire dorm didn’t hear it (they did) and Tasuku actually believed he was going steady with someone. (“Seriously, this is the fourth night I’m kicked out of my own room.” Tasuku complained, but didn’t bother fighting it when he saw Tsumugi’s pleading eyes). There you were, on screen, and Tsumugi instantly flushed.

First of all, you were drawing as you sketched something out with your headphones in. Secondly, Tsumugi self consciously covered his sweater, he was way, way too overdressed when you were dressed casually. Third, you only smiled at him before resuming your activity. Not even a greeting? Maybe a compliment that he looked nice (it was the best Tsumugi looked all quarantine)?

Tsumugi didn’t see it coming. For the rest of the short hour they had together, you guys barely talked as you seemed distracted. When the call ended with the first thing you said all night, Tsumugi dropped back into his bed and shoved his face into his pillow. You didn’t even say anything? Were you busy? Was he inconveniencing you? The FaceTime call felt nothing like the voice call, it was so awkward. It felt like there was nothing there at all.

But, maybe he was being hasty? It can’t be love at first sight, they were both adults with jobs—right, a job. Tsumugi pushed himself up as he rolled out of bed, returning back to the stack of papers balancing his phone. Grabbing his red pen and keeping the desk lamp on, Tsumugi prepared himself for a very long rest of the night. After all, these papers weren’t going to grade themselves.

AND IF WE’RE STAYING UP ALL NIGHT,

IT’S CAUSE YOU’RE MOANING

(AND NOT THE GOOD KIND)

Tsumugi forced his eyes open as he glanced at the alarm clock between him and Tasuku’s beds. It was 5am, weren’t you tired? Tsumugi attempted to read the tens of large texts that detailed everything that went wrong that day, just endless complaining. Tsumugi tried his best to console you at first, but he was so, so tired. You two had been awake talking about the issue at hand for nearly six hours. How can someone even talk about themselves for that long? Tsumugi increased his screen brightness, he needed all the reminders to stay up as possible.

If Tasuku caught him still up, he’d be in for a scolding for sure. But, no one suspected a thing. Tsumugi always had low–energy, this wasn’t any different. Except, he was messing up the entire order of his day. Tsumugi was missing appointments despite being known as a punctual teacher, skipping out on chores in the garden, even avoiding the other company members altogether to prevent creating plans. It was taking a toll on Tsumugi’s mental state, but he had you... right?

Tsumugi didn’t want to burden you with his problems, though. You were going through much worse and needed an outlet to rant about it. There was nothing wrong with that, of course! He just wished, it was at a different time. Tsumugi did everything in his power to make you feel better from the predicament, but you didn’t change. You were just as frustrated as before, maybe even more.

Was Tsumugi really that bad at being a good “taking–it–slow” boyfriend? Tsumugi sank into his sheets, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you leave without a warning. What could he had done different? Were you getting bored?

Tsumugi tossed and turned, unable to sleep as he turned on his phone to reread the conversation every thirty minutes or so. What went wrong? Why did you open up and suddenly disappear without thanking him? Maybe, it wasn’t his business anymore. Did you trust him?

Tsumugi fell asleep at 7am. He slept past his alarm, again.

WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY,

BUT NOT AT MY EXPENSE

You hadn’t responded to his texts asking about your day in forever. Your read directs were off anyways, so it’s not like he knew. But, Tsumugi started pacing his room as he kept refreshing your account. Were you okay? Did something happen? Could he have prevented this? What could he have—oh.

You tweeted on your private account. You were talking with someone else (Tsumugi scrolled back to the beginning of the thread), starting two hours ago. Huh. He hadn’t heard that you got a new friend, that was good! Tsumugi felt proud seeing you overcome your nervousness to interact with others, before he his heart dropped reading the tweets.

Was it normal for friends to talk like this? Tsumugi read the entire conversation despite his head telling him to respect your privacy, but how could he when you put it on his timeline? They were calling you your favorite endearment, and it stung when Tsumugi realized he wasn’t the only one who called you that. Ouch. Not only that, but it seemed exactly like the way you two started talking. It was flirty, to say the least.

Tsumugi heard everyone get called down to dinner and the rapid herd of footsteps running past his door. Tsumugi pocketed his phone, wanting to hear your specific chime as he joined the group to eat. He needed a distraction, but even Omi’s food couldn’t keep his mind off you and that new friend of yours.

Could this count as “cheating”? Was there even cheating in unofficial relationships? What stage were you guys at? Could Tsumugi ask you out right now and have it not be weird? Why were you, crushes so confusing? Tsumugi unintentionally sighed, eating slowly as he sensed multiple sets of eyes glance at him.

“You okay, Tsumugi? You look so tired~ even more than Hisoka!” Homare asked, a dramatic tone with his words but his eyes were concerned about the thin figure of his already skinny friend. Hisoka even nodded to strengthen the argument, poking at the egg white omelete with his fork. Tsumugi forced a casual chuckle, placing his utensils down to hide his shaking hands. Damn, caffeine.

“Sorry to worry you guys, I’m just getting more students, recently.” Tsumugi mentioned, awkwardly laughing to seal the deal. The other boys nodded, not trying to press Tsumugi for more information as they turned their attention back to the delicious meal. Only Tasuku kept his eye on Tsumugi, taking in the way his spine was slouched and focus seemed elsewhere.

Ducking his head, Tsumugi gripped the base of the kitchen chair, trying to keep the tears in as he thought of you. You who was probably messaging your friend instead of him. Leaving him on read for days.

This was the happiest he’s been... right?

THE MORE I LISTEN AND I LISTEN,

THE MORE I’M THINKING

Tsumugi was about to text you. He hated hiding these feelings from you, he wanted to be your boyfriend. He liked you so damn much.

As he was about to type a message explicitly stating how he thought you two were ready to pursue a serious, committed relationship, you texted him first (for once).

Tsumugi couldn’t even finish reading the message before running out of dorm room to the bathroom. Bumping into Azuma on the way out, Tsumugi dropped his phone in the corridor before disappearing behind the door to gag. Tsumugi tried to stop himself from throwing up but it was too late, he held himself over the toilet as he choked over his own spit. He couldn’t see anything, his vision was so blurry.

Tsumugi was so, so sick. Sick of all of this.

Azuma picked up Tsumugi’s smartphone and looked at the screen, seeing it was open to a number he had never seen before.

You: I don’t like you anymore, Tsumugi. I don’t want a relationship right now... I don’t think I even ever liked you as a crush.

YOU DON’T NEED A BOYFRIEND,

YOU JUST NEED A THERAPIST

Tsumugi: That’s okay! We can still be friends, right?

Life went on. At least, for you. You two still chatted every once in a while, and Tsumugi still put all his attention and effort despite knowing there was no possibility you liked him back anymore. It stung, to say the least. To know you ran circles around his mind all day and Tsumugi wasn’t even worth your time, it killed him. His attention span was limited to only reacting immediately when hearing your text tone.

Tasuku had to carry him back to the dorms after the whole bile episode. Azuma refused to say anything, locking his lips when Tasuku demanded to know what happened. Azuma casually suggested Tsumugi might have just had a bad case of food poisoning, much to the Mankai chef’s distaste. No one in Winter Troupe bought it but still took shifts checking Tsumugi’s health levels, acting like he had food poisoning when his puffy red eyes suggested otherwise.

When it was Azuma’s turn, he sat beside Tsumugi as he prepared the food. Tsumugi ate in silence and Azuma accepted that, knowing talking could ruin the mood. It was the first time Tsumugi was at least making an attempt to eat something. Without even looking, Azuma hummed as he gathered the plates after Tsumugi finished. As he rose, Azuma couldn’t help but turn back and rest a gentle hand on Tsumugi’s shaking form.

“I’m sorry.” Azuma quietly whispered and it was enough to make Tsumugi cry. Blinking rapidly, Tsumugi leaned into Azuma’s open arms as he hid his face in the latter’s chest. Azuma hoped no one heard Tsumugi’s sobs as he released all the pain you put him through.

There wasn’t much said, but it was enough.

Tsumugi slept that night. He woke up to his alarm and started the day without delay.

YOU GOT TOO MUCH DRAMA, I’M NOT QUALIFIED TO FIX

I WOULD HOLD YOUR BODY, BUT YOU WANT SOMEBODY THAT WILL HOLD YOUR SHIT TOGETHER

Tsumugi was going back to normal. He was arriving on time again (he muted your contact), taking care of the plants in the courtyard again (much to manager Matsukawa’s relief), and even actively went out with the other members daily. Homare stopped questioning him senselessly every moment, Hisoka offered him a marshmallow every once in a while, Azuma still suggested free cuddles at night, and Tasuku gave up on trying to find out whatever happened. Life went on.

Until, that night.

Tsumugi tried to avoid checking your texts, knowing he would be sucked in into the void if he did. But, you were sending multiple, which was strange. Tsumugi checked his surroundings, seeing Tasuku was out playing soccer with his friends. He had the room to himself for a while.

With no one to watch his every move, Tsumugi carefully opened your chat room and his heart soared.

You admitted you always liked him so much. You wanted to be in a relationship with him. You only lied to protect your own feelings. You wanted him back. You... liked him. Tsumugi didn’t see all the progress he made moving on get thrown out the window as he quickly sent a reply, agreeing to take things slow again to see how it would go.

Tsumugi wanted you to earn his trust again, even though he knew damn well he wanted to take you back in a heartbeat. Would you put in the effort? He was so curious. You two spent the entire night catching up and texting.

Tsumugi went to bed at 4am. He slept past his alarm again, again, and again.

I WANNA MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, AND PUT YOUR MIND AT EASE

BUT I’M JUST WHERE YOU POUR OUT THE NEGATIVITY, I’LL GET YOU EXCITED

Tsumugi had high expectations for someone who didn’t change. You tried at first, checking in on him multiple times and even offering to help him out with anything. It was so nice being in the honeymoon phase, and Tsumugi was considering finally taking you back. But then, you slipped from his grasp. You stopped trying. You texted one–liners. You didn’t change.

This week was exams season. Tsumugi was overwhelmed with work and texted you his updated schedule so you weren’t upset every time he didn’t respond. No one noticed his unhealthy behavior starting to come back since he was always out tutoring students for their finals. Life seemed to stop, even though everything but you changed.

Tsumugi was on the train home, scrolling through his Twitter timeline to see you were active again. You were talking to that friend again. Tsumugi suddenly noticed how exhausted he was, holding onto the train pole as he rested his face against the cold metal. He needed a break, a long nap for eternity. He didn’t even know why.

Tsumugi didn’t eat dinner for the first time in a month. Azuma frowned when Tsumugi simply walked to his room, turning to see Tasuku doing the same concerned, parental expression. Azuma was about to open his mouth but stopped, instead exhaling sharply through his nose before volunteering to wash dishes. Tasuku assisted, forgetting all about Tsumugi’s lack of appetite.

Tsumugi didn’t sleep at all that night. At least, he didn’t miss his alarm, this time.

BUT IT’S SO ONE–SIDED

AND I’M GETTING TIRED OF FIGHTING FOR SOMEBODY, WHO AIN’T FIGHTING FOR ME

Tasuku had to drive his car to the student’s house after one of Tsumugi’s student’s parent quickly phoned the most recent contact.

“Tsumugi?” Tasuku answered, putting his phone between his ear and shoulder as he was supervising Winter Troupe’s street act on Veludo Way. Homare was pretending to be the equivalent of William Shakespeare, which didn’t require much acting to begin with. People loved it, though! Tsumugi couldn’t contribute since he had a study session. Maybe academics were really wearing him down, he looked more tired than ever.

“Hi, is this a friend of Tsumugi’s?” A woman with a worried voice asked. Tasuku put the flyers down as he held the phone, concerned, as he caught Azuma’s eyes staring intently. Had he always besn this curious? He usually minded his business.

“Yes, is everything okay?” Tasuku questioned, watching as Azuma made a graceful exit from the act as he made his way to Tasuku’s side. Tilting his head to the side, Azuma caught Tasuku’s face pale. Muttering a quick thanks and asking to be texted some address, Tasuku immediately started his car parked on the side without wasting a moment. Before he could run off, Azuma gripped Tasuku’s forearm and narrowed his eyes.

“What just happened?” Azuma inquired, his gut feeling proving him right when Tasuku shook his head. Stepping back, Azuma sighed as he notified Homare and Hisoka of their departure. When Azuma shuffled into the passenger seat, there was no time to put on his seatbelt as Tasuku punched in the address into the GPS and sped off.

“It’s Tsumugi, isn’t it?” Azuma cursed, holding onto the armrest as Tasuku’s grip on the wheel tightened. Tasuku didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“How’d you know?” Tasuku questioned, his voice carrying for miles. It sounded like an order, but Azuma fell silent and focused on the cars driving by. Tasuku swore before hitting the dashboard, making Azuma jump in his seat.

“How did you know?” Tasuku demanded again, even louder, as Azuma whipped his head to face him angrily.

“It’s not my place to say!” Azuma countered, immediately covering his mouth with his hand when he revealed there was something going on. Tasuku flinched, knowing it was the first time Azuma even raised his voice in fear of straining his vocal chords.

The rest of the car ride was silently tense. Azuma couldn’t help but shudder when he saw Tasuku carry a passed–out Tsumugi to lay in the back seat.

Tsumugi slept for the first time in a while. He woke up to something else other than his alarm.

Your text tone sounded. Tasuku checked the message, this time.

YOU DON’T NEED A BOYFRIEND,

TRUTH IS, YOU NEED A THERAPIST

You: I’m so sorry, Tsumugi. I like someone else, I’m sorry.

You started dating that friend of yours two days after Tsumugi officially called it quits on your friendship.

Tsumugi couldn’t sleep, all he could dream about was you. Tsumugi stopped setting alarms. Tasuku always turned them back on.

Life went on, for you.

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