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SPICY NOODLE CHALLENGE — MIYA ATSUMU
pairing: miya atsumu x fem! reader
content: timeskip! atsumu, he’s whipped
note: i am atsumu and atsumu is me
atsumu can already feel his anxiety mounting as he sits down with you at the izakaya you frequented. he swears there’s a cold sweat down his back as you bump his shoulder with yours and say, “i’ve been looking forward to trying this place for a while!”
“yeah,” he replies back, praying that his voice doesn’t sound as shaky as he thinks it does. “me too.”
atsumu knows he has many charms and talents: he’s funny, an amazing volleyball player, and devilishly handsome if he does say so himself (“yer certainly devilish,” osamu would say). but if there’s one thing atsumu can’t do, it’s eat spicy food. it’s something his ma and osamu and suna and nearly everyone who knows this fact teases him about.
the only reason you don’t is because atsumu didn’t tell you. not only did he not tell you, he may have oversold how much he liked spicy food to you, a spicy food fanatic.
what can he say? love makes you do crazy things.
which is how he’s here, in his current predicament: on a date with you in an izakaya that has announced its new ramen made with some of the hottest peppers in the world. apparently, if your entire table can eat their bowls of ramen without asking for anything to cool the spice in under fifteen minutes, you get the meal for free.
he’s screwed. and he really, really wants to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight but he’s not sure if he’s going to survive this challenge.
atsumu listens to you tell the waiter the two of you are partaking in their spicy noodle challenge. silently, he bids goodbye to the world and leaves all his earthly possessions to his ma and brother. then, he turns to look at you and his heart melts when he sees the big smile on your face. “i’m happy to be here with you,” you say. “i know you’ve been super busy with practices so i’m glad you made some time for me.”
“no need to be grateful,” he says, puffing his chest out a little with pride. “i’d do anythin’ for ya.”
you giggle and if he wasn’t sitting down, atsumu thinks his legs might have just turned to jelly. as you two talk, atsumu completely forgets about the spicy ramen. you’re playing with his fingers absentmindedly as you gaze into his eyes and you’re just so incredible and he can’t wait to ask you to be his and—
and then the ramen comes out and pulls atsumu from cloud nine.
he can smell the spice level, can smell the probably millions of peppers and other spices in the broth. he hesitantly lifts his chopsticks and spoon, glancing over at you. your faces lights up in anticipation and behind you, he hears the waiter tell the two of you that he’ll start the timer when you two are ready.
both of you scoop some broth onto your spoon and atsumu draws in a deep breath. “ready?” you ask him.
“yeah.” ready as he’ll ever be, atsumu shoves the spoon in his mouth and swallows. he’s waiting for the eruption of heat but it’s not there. atsumu stares down at the noodles and soup. huh, maybe it’s not as spicy as they said it was…
then, there’s a prickle in his throat that builds to a sting. it’s moving upwards, towards his tongue, building and building and no more than three seconds later, atsumu feels like his whole mouth just burst into flames. he feels sweat build on his forehead and his nose is starting to sting too.
next to him, you slurp down another portion of noodles and he’s envious of how casual you make it look, like you haven’t just swallowed the freaking sun. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one that has so much riding on it. so atsumu puts down his spoon, picks up the bowl, and gulps down the broth, hoping that the speed will not only complete the challenge but make the spice pass faster.
he quickly learns that this was the wrong move. because his mouth is on fire like before but ten times worse. he thinks there are tears coming down his cheeks but he can’t feel anything but the spice in his mouth. even worse, he starts to cough violently and you look alarmed and there are other izakaya-goers turning to look at him.
“‘tsumu, are you okay?” you ask, patting his back. you glance back at the waiter with the timer and ask, “can you get us some milk?”
“are you sure?” the waiter asks back. “you’ll forfeit the challenge—”
you reply, “i know and i’m sure.” the waiter stops the timer and scurries off to complete your request. meanwhile, you use your hand to fan atsumu and push the glass of water he reaches for away, saying, “that’ll make it so much worse.”
thankfully, the waiter comes back with two tall glasses of milk and atsumu chugs that like his water at volleyball matches. his tongue screams with relief as the burn is doused by the drink. he finishes the milk in seconds and you hand him the other glass without a word, and he does the same thing.
you rub his back comfortingly and atsumu is embarrassed to know you can feel his sweat through the nice shirt he wore for your date. he sighs to himself, using a napkin to wipe his damp face. well, he thinks he may as well come clean to you after that near-death experience. “can be honest with ya, baby?”
you nod kindly and he says, “i can’t eat spicy food.”
your eyebrows raise and then knit together in worry. “really? i’m so sorry, atsumu, i would’ve never made us eat so much of it if i’d know!”
he shakes his head vehemently. “none of this is your fault. all on me, promise.”
you’re gently when you ask, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“wanted ya to like me. didn’t want to seem like a loser,” he says, face heating up even more.
you chuckle and lean your head on his shoulder. “you are a loser, but you’re my loser.”
“wow,” he huffs, “way to kick a man when he’s down.”
“seriously, though, ‘tsumu, it doesn’t matter if you like spicy food or not! i like you no matter what.”
“really?”
“yes, really.” you poke his thigh. “how shallow do you think i am?”
“wouldn’t be askin’ ya to be my girlfriend if ya were.”
you leaner further into him, ignoring his dampness. “you’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“if ya’ll have me,” he says. “shit spice tolerance and all.”
you lift your head from his shoulder and peck his cheek. “of course i will. shit spice tolerance and all.”
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Hello darling! I was hoping you’d write something I’ve had stuck in my head. Ethan Landry being completely in love/obsessed with the reader so much so that it started back in Woodsboro. Maybe Richie told Ethan his plan and he showed Ethan a picture of the friend group and he thought the reader was pretty. Richie told him that she has a boyfriend but he’d take care of it. And maybe the readers boyfriend wasn’t the best so she didn’t really mind him dying so when she meets Ethan and he’s so nice, it’s as if everything happens for a reason. If you decide to write this, that would be amazing! ❤️❤️
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ever since he saw that picture of you, he couldn’t stop fucking thinking about you. He’d find reasons to go where you were after he killed your boyfriend, your favorite coffee shop and bookstore or running into you at the store, he just… can’t get you out of his head, and it all comes together when a young girl trying to sell your school’s newspaper gets your attention.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - violence || foul language & cursing || obsessive! Ethan || timeskips sorry || you’re a journalist now || friends to lovers || loss of virginity (both) || unprotected sex || oral || fingering || marking kink || possessive talk || morning after pill talk ||
I have waited…
“S-So… who is she again?”
Richie was so fucking annoyed already. Ethan had been asking question after question about you, especially after he killed your boyfriend. “She’s some kid, dude! Oh my fucking god, you want the picture? Here, take the picture! Her name is Y/N L/N, she goes to the same fucking school those other ones go to, I killed her boyfriend, and now she’s single and ready to mingle!”
He pressed the picture into Ethan’s chest, mumbling in annoyance as he continued walking down the hall. Ethan looks down, his fingers stroking over the picture of your face cropped out of a group picture with Tara and Sam. Richie met you a while ago, while he was still dating Sam, but Ethan hadn’t had the chance - yet.
He quickly went to his room, pulling out his laptop and quickly going to search up your school. It wasn’t surprising you were friends with Sam and Tara, but as soon as he saw you on the main slideshow for the school with the title ‘Our school newspaper’s Editor-In-Chief got a full ride to Blackmore University on a Journalist Scholarship’. How the fuck did you become friends with Sam and Tara while being a journalist?
He clicked on the slideshow, a large picture of you and some other people showing up with links to issues and how to get a subscription and such to the newspaper. What caught his eye though was the Instagram link, quickly clicking it and logging in to actually open it, your face in many of the posts. He clicked on one of the posts, your voice matching you perfectly as you yell out, “Come get our latest issue!”
He inhaled sharply, the tight shirt you were wearing and ripped jeans made a shiver run down his back. He listened to it over and over again, the only thing registering in his mind being come, come, come.
It didn’t take him long to lay back, getting ready to get himself off to the sound of your voice before staring at the caption. ‘Come see us at our monthly fundraiser at the Coffee Bean this Saturday!’
Oh he was definitely going that day, but he was focused on other things right now.
That Saturday, of course he attended. It was pretty full, not overly but enough, and he quickly got a drink before sitting in the corner. He had brought a book he wasn’t going to read, the only reason it was with him was because he was using it to hide his eyes whenever you looked anywhere in his vicinity. You were handing out copies, giggling and smiling with everyone you saw, and by fucks name he couldn’t stop staring at you.
“Hey!” A voice made him jump, looking over at a young girl who offered him a magazine. “You’re in high school, right? My cousin is the chief editor of this thing or whatever, you should read it and buy something!”
“Charlie!” A voice yelled, both of them looking back as you ran over. “That’s rude, you can’t do that!”
“Why not? He’s just sitting there pretending to read a book!” The young girl supposedly named Charlie says, flapping around the magazine as you shake your head.
“Charlie, go drink your frappe!” You take the copy of the magazine as she groans. “Go!”
“Oh! Her boyfriend was just murdered, you should buy it!” Charlie tries to play the guilt card, a smile on her face as you quickly push her away.
“Go!”
“I’m trying to get you sales, Y/N! Oh, hey, do you want a magazine?!” She runs after a bystander making Ethan laugh, a groan falling from your lips in embarrassment.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you whispered, pressing your face into your hands as he laughed even harder. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ethan smiled at you before offering his hand. “I’m Ethan.”
“I’m Y/N,” you giggled, taking his hand and shaking firmly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“So… your boyfriend was murdered or was it like… a tactic?” He asked with a smile, knowing full well he was dead.
“Oh no, he’s dead,” you say, eyes widening. “Sorry, I should sound more concerned! I’m not, though, he was an asshole. Do you go to Woodsboro-”
“No,” Ethan says quickly, shaking his head. It could’ve been a lie, you certainly wouldn’t have known that. “I just came to support a pretty girl.” He holds up his coffee, smiling at you.
Normally, he wouldn’t have done that not one bit of him would’ve done that because he’s a fucking pussy, but holding your hand made him confident. You paused as he stared at your face, your eyes flickering down at your hands as you smiled. “Oh yeah? That pretty girl here?”
“She’s real close too,” Ethan smiled widely at you, leaning down to maintain eye contact. “Real close.”
“What did you say your name was again?” You look up at him, biting your lip. “Hm?”
His face turned a bright red as he started to pull his hand away before your fingers moved around him. “Ethan. Ethan Landry.”
Your smile grew. “Well then Ethan Landry,” you tilt your head. “Can I get you another one of those drinks?”
Ethan smiled. “Why don’t I get you a drink instead?”
I know you can see… that you will be mine.
You and Ethan both got into Blackmore University, and while he roomed with Chad, you got your own apartment. You both hadn’t started dating just yet, but he was so close, so so close. He wanted to make you his before the murders started, so that he could… comfort you during the murders. Protect you with everything he had, he was so, so close.
“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Ethan whispered, tugging on your hand while the movie played loudly on the screen, the middle of a sex scene making his stomach twist and his dick hard.
“Hm? Oh yeah!” You paused it, smiling over at him as you raised a brow. “What’s up, E?”
He inhaled shakily, shrugging as he pulled you closer to him. You sighed, hugging him tightly as you laid against his chest. “You know I love you, right?”
You nodded, humming as you looked up at him. “I know, Ethan. I swear… you came at the most perfect, perfect time. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t meet you.”
“Well, we will never have to find out, right?” He smiled down at you, stroking your cheek. “We were made for each other, baby.”
You giggled. “Baby? That’s new.”
Ethan shrugged, leaning down. “You like it?”
You smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I do.”
“Y/N, you… you came into my life at the most perfect time,” he smiled widely, stroking your face as you shifted to lay back. He moved to stay above you, leaning forward to tuck his face into your neck. “I don’t want you to leave… ever. I want to stay by your side forever.”
You gasped as his hands snake around your waist, pulling your body closer to his own as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You promise? Promise to never leave me?”
You had gotten to the point where Ethan was next to you all the time, he was your support system - he couldn’t leave you. He promised you that, your fingers interlocked in a pinky promise whenever he got into Blackmore and followed you here. He couldn’t leave you, you both needed each other.
“I promise, baby, I promise.”
You looked up at him, moving your hands hooking behind the back of his neck as you pulled him down for a firm kiss. “Were you ever going to get to that part, or were you going to keep talking?”
He smiled, leaning down for another kiss. Your lips were soft and tasted like that cherry chapstick you always seemed to lose - even though he always took it from you - and you bought yourself another one the next time you went to a gas station that sold your favorite chapstick.
He always slipped it on whenever you weren’t looking, throwing it away whenever the layer you put your lips on disappeared.
The taste was addicting though, your taste and the cherry flavor he only subjected you to as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, trying to get as much of your taste in his own mouth. You gasped, back arching as his tongue pushed into the back of your throat, swirling around your own tongue and making mixed saliva gather at the back of your throat.
You choked softly making him pull back, lips shiny and swollen as you swallowed with a clearing of your throat. “St-Still need to breathe, honey.”
He laughs, his hands rubbing your sides. “Sorry. Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”
You nodded before sitting up, Ethan quickly followed as you started pulling at your shirt. He gasped when he saw your pretty bralette, black and lacy with chiffon underneath the only thin material covering your tits. “You did, but it’s okay. I want… I want you, but I’ve never done this before. Have you?”
He goes quiet, unable to answer as he stares at your tits and his hands twitching in anticipation to squeeze and grab at them. You giggled, leaning forward to instead cup his face while your other hand pulled at the hem of his plaid button down that you got him for his birthday one year.
It was easy to pull it off him, his body immediately at your mercy as you pushed him onto his back instead, hovering over his cock before sitting down on him. He groaned loudly, his cock pressing against his pelvis as you leaned forward, rolling your hips into his as his hands held your waist and pulled you closer. He groaned as you leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “Think that’s a no, right?”
He shook his head quickly, staring up at you. “N-No, I’ve never done this before.”
“Sex or seeing a woman naked?”
“I-I… does porn count?” He asked mindlessly, as though it wasn’t the stupidest question in the world, but you laughed as you leaned down with a firm kiss.
“Sure, baby, if you want it to.” You responded, bringing his hands up to your bra as you fixed yourself. “Do you want to take it off?”
He nodded immediately, smiling as you fixed your arms so his hands could slip behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra with a quick flex of his fingers. You giggled as it quickly slipped off, his hands going around the band to finish tugging it off of your body, sitting up to suck at your skin. You gasped as his mouth sucked against your skin, hot and slippery as his tongue dragged over before sucking and digging his teeth into your skin. You gasped as his hands pushed between the both of you, squeezing and cupping your tits as you pressed kisses to his head.
“This something you’ve seen in those pornos, baby? Hm? Playboy magazines?”
He shook his head, grabbing your hips and laying you back against the couch as he stared at your now hickey littered form. “No, honey. This is what I’ve thought about every night for the last year. Thinking about making you mine over and over again.”
You gasped as his hands tugged at your bottoms, slipping into the band of your underwear and pulling them down as you lifted your hips for him to take them off. He stared at the string of arousal that came from your cunt to your underwear, the floral cloth pattern being thrown to the side as he ducked down to press kisses against your thighs.
You gasped as his teeth grazed your skin, his tongue flattening against your cunt making you whine loudly. “Y-You’ve never done this before, right?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ll learn. You tell me what feels good.”
You inhaled deeply, nodding as he ran his fingers down your slit, experimenting. He leaned forward, licking down your cunt and letting his nose tap against the hood of your slit and his tongue curl around your clit and his finger push against your entrance. He hummed, watching as your entrance greedily opened up for him, sucking his fingers into you and clamping down almost immediately.
A gasp fell from your lips as he pushed it in knuckle deep, your walls clamping down on him as your thighs spread wider, your hands pushing down as you held the back of his head. He thrusted his finger in and out of you, twisting to push another finger in and curl them to push into that perfect spot. Your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as he sucked on your clit, teeth nibbling on the bud before your nails dig into his scalp.
He could feel your walls clamping down on him, the sensitive ring of nerves tightening around the base of his knuckles, his eyes watching as spit gathered against the sensitive bud before spitting against your clit. It must’ve pushed you over the edge, a loud scream leaving your lips as your cunt convulsed around his fingers and your fingers tugged on his hair, thighs shaking as he pulled away from your clit to watch the spit fall down your cunt.
He stared as your pretty cunt convulsed when he pulled his fingers out, a whine leaving your lips as you buck your hips, your entrance fluttering as he sat back. He stared at you, your hazy eyes and your hickey littered form, everything that made you feel good was from him - everything was from him.
“Ethan, do we need a condom?” You whisper, staring up at him as he starts taking off his pants.
“Do you want me to get us one? It’ll take time baby, can you wait that long?” He knew you couldn’t wait that long, there was no way you could wait that long.
“P-Promise you’ll get me a pill?” You whisper, making him nod, smiling down at you as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
“I promise, baby.”
You gasped as his tip teased your entrance, whimpering as your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Fuck baby, it hurts. It hurts, it hurts!”
“Did I not stretch you out enough? Do you want me to stop, I can find lube? You have lube, right?” He was asking because he knew damn well that you had vibrators, so you had to have lube too.
“Y-Yeah, bottom drawer in my room, dresser.”
He couldn’t have run faster to your room, quickly digging into your drawer and grabbing the pink tube before running back out. Your fingers were pushed into your cunt, scissoring and thrusting inside of yourself with both hands as you whimpered. “Fucking hell, you never said you were thick and long.”
He laughed as you threw a leg over the couch, sitting in front of you before spitting into his hand and rubbing it up and down his shaft. “Still want the lube?”
“J-Just a bit,” you whisper, staring up at him. “Not too much.”
He quickly opens the lid, squirting some into his hand and the smell of cherries fill his nose. He laughed, smiling. “You’re just a cherry girl, aren’t you?”
You giggle, nodding. “Yeah.”
He spreads it onto his cock, keeping some on his fingers to push it into you. You gasped, whining as he pushed them in a few more times before pulling them out and pushing his tip to your cunt. Your eyes rolled back before snapping his hips forward, wiping them against your clothes on the floor before holding your thighs around his waist.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. So fucking tight, you’re perfect for me baby, so perfect. Like you were made for me, remember when you said that? Did you not say we were made for each other?”
You laughed, nodding. “Yes! Yes, I was made for you… and you were made for me. All for me.”
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GWitch: Finale thoughts
Pardon for the lateness on this, got busy after the episode aired and then proceeded to write a fic using my achemy brainworms lmao. But here it is, the end of a terrific journey!
The permet stress really took its toll upon Suletta after her bout with Eri but that won't stop our girl from trying to save her family. So rough to see though.
Gotta say, besides Nika and Chuchu, Aliya is easily my fav Earth House kid. She's into divination, takes care of animals, and is just so chill
Surprise Surprise SAL are being cheeky assholes. They don't care what Delling/Benerit has to say since this is just a grasp for power on their behalf. They have all the cards atm with that WMD
This was nice I guess, but I really dislike him so I just rolled my eyes lmao. I guess the one Lauda stan is happy he got screentime.
For Mio to keep entreating Prospera is admirable on her part. She knows it might fall on deaf ears but she has to try for the sake of her future wife and hellish mother-in-law. It was so good how her faith in Suletta never wavers. She knows Suletta is coming and isn't surprised once she shows with Aerial
And Suletta demonstating her growth by ignoring Prospera's command? Top-tier fr fr. Loved that entire exchange and call back to ep12
I don't mind 4 but it is painfully obvious he was slotted into this role because of the truncated re-write. 'I guess I'm like her' No sir, you were explicitly not in S1 LMAO! But I guess they needed a newtype to overpower Eri even though it doesn't narratively make sense for 4 to be one. Ah well, in another world where Okouchi got the seasons he wanted ;-;. It was a nice send off nonetheless
Rainbow party permet is so cool, pride Gundam!! I wasn't too keen on Calibarn's design before, tho I love the broom, the rainbow really sells it for me. And that coven of gundams?? So cool. Schwarzette usage here, abysmal pilot, and wealth of unused symbolism stings a bit. They so clearly had an arc planned but had to cut it :/ I would love to see the initial draft before cuts were made
MIOMIO DISSOLVES BENERIT. Hell yeah. Had a feeling she would choose to go this route. Also, the stone cold way she stares down the barrel of a gun... Ma'am, my heart <3 The best peace princess ever
This hit me in the feels. Suletta forgiving her mother, Eri begging for all of them to be a family, and Prospera seeing the ghosts of Vanadis smiling at her lovingly. It was everything to me.
The soundless fake-out as Mio believes Suletta is dead was cruel and brilliant. The horror in her eyes that morphs into weepy happiness when Suletta awakens will stay with me for a long time. They even did the little gundam helmet bop again!
Shaddiq taking the fall for everything was good of him, but it feels a bit too neat haha (They had to wrap up loose threads hastily and it shows) He really is an interesting character that, in a longer run, could have been amazing
Surprise! Sulemio got happily married during the timeskip and now Mio has to suffer a keychain's negging. Super funny outcome but I hope Eri can move between devices or else that's a bit hellish
Mio stealing Shaddiq's highly trained girlsquad is amazing. Ain't no one getting to the president of GUND-ARM without a fight. This also opens up the possibility for more Sabanika, so excellent decision all around
THE RINGS!!!! Ahh any nitpicks are nothing compared to sheer happiness I feel when seeing them. They fought and suffered so hard for this ending and it was all worth it! Eri and Prospera sharing in their joy is the cherry on top~
This image is my fav. Suletta is such a special protagonist and her relationship with Miorine broke ground in a legacy franchise no less. They are in love! They married! And no one can take that from them. Thank you GWitch, I love you lots. This ride has been unforgettable from the beginning <3
#and they all lived happily ever after#g witch#g witch spoilers#suletta mercury#miorine rembran#sulemio#gundam witch from mercury#prospera mercury#ericht samaya
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Watched Haikyuu!! Battle of the Garbage Dump (SPOILERS)
Did I enjoy myself? Absolutely!
Did the story still hit?? Hell yeah!
Was it well produced? I very much think so. The cinema experience definitely was a lot of fun and compensated somewhat for the condensing of the story.
Do I wish it was still a season instead of a movie? Yeah kinda
Look, I specifically set out to not read the final two inter high matches of the manga because I wanted to experience it purely through the anime. So do I know if there’s anything that got cut for time? No. I can tell that there probably were. And I think I could feel the slightly rushed aspect of the movie coming through at only an hour and a half when it should have been closer to 6ish hours of content.
But the experience they produced via the movie was still such a good goddamn time that I didn’t really care in the moment.
The whole Kenma POV sequence intercut with flashbacks had me on the edge of my seat bc ALL OF A SUDDEN THAT WAS THE END OF THE MATCH. I genuinely have no clue if that’s how it was played in the manga but I thought it was thrilling.
I think other than a clear sense of montages in the movie rather than hanging onto every single point being made at a time like they have done in the past, they did make some clever choices on what moments to focus on. The Hinata-Kenma dynamic with the Karasuno-Nekoma dynamic playing out on the wider scale just honed in on the fact that these are two very close teams with friends and rivals with such a deep admiration and respect for each other finally having a no holds barred match for the win.
It just made every moment hit harder knowing that every point made by the opponent was both a loss and win for their side bc they lost that point but they got to see how amazing their friends have become.
Like Kuroo watching Tsukki kick absolute ass and Tsukki constantly aware and grateful how his improvements were borne from the advice Kuroo gave him???
TSUKKI ADMITTED VOLLEYBALL WAS FUN AND HE FUCKING SMILED TOO. MAYBE HE WAS LAUGHING AT THE WIN BUT THE PRIDE AND JOY IN HIS FACE.
The fact that at all points each side was admiring the other side for how they’ve improved or how good they are and there were just these precious little squabbles like between Kuroo and Tsukki complaining the other one should just drop the ball bc the rallies are going too long or Yaku and Nishinoya stopping to admire how cool the other libero is.
Coach Nekomata said it best: “Curiosity and respect instead of fear”. Just two besties having a really good match.
THE DEBUT OF HINATAS BAM JUMP.
Kags hearing one word from Ukai to have confidence in both Hinata’s resilience to move beyond this shutdown by Kenma and also faith that he’d be able to do his new and improved jump if Kags just gave him the opportunity. AND THEN HE DID IT. Thus shocking everyone around him once more that Hinata had another level to him??!
Tsukki always and forever hyping up his best friend Yamaguchi. Kuroo trying to get a ride out of him by saying Yamaguchi might try to win on his own (after Tsukki specifically says he himself wouldn’t be able to win alone) and Tsukki says “he’s the guy who will surpass me”. MY BOI LOVES HIS BOIIII
It was also so interesting to basically have Kenma be the protagonist of the movie. Like it starts with him and his backstory. And the volleyball match ends from his POV. And he, like Tsukki, can finally say he had a lot of fun and found volleyball fun. And he has Kuroo and Hinata to thank.
Look my friend who had zero context for the story as a non-anime fan found it such a fun movie.
Haikyuu is gonna Haikyuu no matter the animation or the production value or the amount of screentime bc the story at its core is such a good goddamn story.
Am I worried how the second will going knowing they’ve got the Seagulls match PLUS timeskip PLUS MSBY vs Schweiden Adlers match?
ABSOLUTELY. I HAVE NO CLUE HOW THEY INTEND TO WORK WITH ALL THAT STORY LEFT.
But this one was a lot of fun. And I really enjoyed it.
#I do hope this does not set a trend for any imminently about to end anime.#YOU KNOW OF WHOM I SPEAK#spoilers#manga#anime#Haikyuu#haikyuu battle of the garbage dump#Haikyuu spoilers#Haikyuu battle of the garbage dump spoilers#Hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#Tsukishima kei
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crystal clear
an: i know this isn't my winter event but i couldn't stop thinking about this. i used to clean houses for a while so this idea has been swimming around in my head for months
pairings: timeskip!akaashi x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, overworked akaashi :/, stress mentions, mental health mentions, food mentions, alcohol mentions, reader is a house cleaner, lowercase intentional
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things have been busy, much busier than normal. akaashi is happy about that, having received many pats on the back and other encouragements from other people in the department. he's also happy because he recently got a raise, his efforts being recognized monetarily as well.
the downside to the recent craziness is that a lot of areas in akaashi's life are being neglected. poor eating habits, minimal social life, awful sleep schedule, and a bit of clutter has been building up at home.
thankfully, he has caring friends like bokuto who are here for support.
"i got you something!" bokuto's excited voice rings through akaashi's phone speaker. he winces at the volume, pulling the phone away from his ear as he begins the walk to his apartment.
"oh yeah? what is it?" he doesn't mean to sound disinterested, he's actually quite intrigued. but he's tired, it's dinner time, and he just wants to lie down. this is the first time in a month that he's getting home before 9:00 pm.
"i can't tell you," the grey-haired man sings. "i know you've been busy, and when i saw this i couldn't pass it up! i think it will be really helpful to you!"
akaashi sighs, rubbing his eyes while he rides the elevator up to his room.
"thanks, bokuto. i'm excited to see," he fumbles around in his bag for his keys. the sound of squeaking shoes and volleyballs hitting the hardwood comes through the other end.
"i'm excited for you! the gift is actually at your place right now! but hey, i gotta go to practice but i'll call ya after to see what you think. love you bye!" bokuto cheers before hanging up. akaashi chuckles to himself before unlocking his front door.
he about screams when he realizes he isn't alone.
you're standing in the middle of his kitchen, right in front of his front door. hand slapped over your mouth in a gasp of fear. you have a rag in your hand, and multiple types of cleaners at your feet. after the fear wears off, akaashi realizes how great it smells in here.
"h-hi! you must be akaashi," you laugh nervously, heart still racing.
"i might be," he steps inside, shutting the door cautiously. "i'm sorry, who are you? how did you get into my apartment?" his eyes are wide, his glasses have slipped down his nose slightly. you introduce yourself and stick out your hand.
"u-um, a friend of yours called me? i can't remember his name, but he was really excited, and-"
he sighs, closing his eyes. he shakes your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "bokuto?"
"yes! him! i guess he saw my flyer in town. i'm assuming he didn't tell you i was coming?" you wince, cheeks heating up a little bit at all of the confusion. akaashi notices and feels terrible.
"well, he didn't tell me, no," he stutters, before looking around the house. "oh my god, it looks incredible in here. wait, are you a house cleaner?"
you laugh nervously, putting a few of your supplies back into your carrier. "yeah, i am. bokuto said that you're busy and he thought you could use a cleaner. except he told me that you knew," you give him an apologetic smile. akaashi laughs, making you feel a little better.
"you have no idea. actually, you cleaned my place so you know how bad it was," he keeps looking around the house, amazed at everything. not a spec of dust, every item on the shelves in perfect order, and not a crumb in sight.
"believe me, this was easy. it was a breeze," you assure. you aren't lying, either. bokuto said he was clean, and he wasn't wrong. besides the regular build-up of dust and a few dishes left out here and there, it was one of the easiest jobs you've ever had.
"wait, how did you get in?"
you giggle as you pack up the last of your things. "i met bokuto at the gym he practices at and he gave me a key,"
akaashi groans. "that key is for emergencies."
you throw your hands up. "tell that to bokuto!"
he laughs, helping you pack everything up. "oh, he knows. now i know to be better about letting him use the spare,"
you slip on your shoes, struggling a bit as your hands are full of supplies.
"do you need help?"
"no, i'm used to it. i'm really sorry about the confusion. i left my card and everything i did on the counter for you," you explain, giving akaashi a small smile as he opens the door for you.
"oh, don't worry about it. it isn't your fault at all. thank you so much for this." he says with sincerity. you nod before saying your goodbye.
as he shuts the door, he can't help but laugh about the entire situation. he walks around, marveling at the cleanliness of it all. he's never seen everything so organized. he goes room to room, amazed at just how incredible it is. by the time he reaches his room and bathroom, he's seriously impressed.
now that his evening is free, akaashi decides he's going to finally relax. he wants to make dinner, but he doesn't want to ruin the pristine condition of the kitchen. his decision-making is cut off with the ring of his phone.
"bokuto, we need to talk,"
"good thing i'm outside, can you buzz me in? i have food," bokuto begs. normally he wouldn't but he's starving. he sighs and buzzes bokuto in. minutes later, he's at the door.
"take your shoes off! she just cleaned," akaashi warns. bokuto toes off his shoes before coming into the kitchen.
"holy shit, she did a great job!" bokuto gawks at everything. "i knew she would! i brought pizza for us," he distracts himself, setting the food on the counter.
"can i ask why you gave her a key to my house without asking me?" askaashi gripes before grabbing two plates.
"oh come on keiji, she was harmless! besides, you were just telling me about how you haven't even had time to pick up your house!" he whines, grabbing a few slices before sitting at the island. "i was just trying to help,"
rolling his eyes at the pouting man in front of him, akaashi groans.
"well yes, but you could have told me! i nearly had a heart attack when i got home from work,"
bokuto laughs. "no way! i would have loved to see that. i saw her flyer by the convenience store and decided to give her a call. she's so cute and sweet, she's a university student! she told me she cleans to get through school," he explains, but akaashi is hung up on the word cute.
of course he thought you were cute. your smile was cute, your laugh was cute. he thought you were so sweet, apologizing over and over again for something that was not your fault.
"yeah, she was really sweet. and she did a great job."
bokuto hums. "so, you gonna have her come back?"
"probably, yeah. it was really nice to come home to a clean house,"
"i paid for this one, but everything else is on you."
akaashi smiles. "sure thing, kou."
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it's been three weeks since you stopped by to clean. his apartment is suffering, and he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you, either.
it's friday night, close to 8:30 pm. akaashi's face lies on his desk, watching the steam float out of the fresh cup of coffee that sits in front of him. he taps his pen on the desk slowly, hoping he can jump-start his mind to finish the editing he needs to do. his eyes slowly focus on your business card that is tacked up on his desk.
he sits up quickly, grabbing his phone to dial your number. akaashi's mind fills with doubt as the line rings, pulling back to hang up before your voice comes through.
"hello?"
"y-yes, this is akaashi. you cleaned my apartment a few weeks ago?"
he hears you shuffling. "oh! yes, how are you? was everything okay?"
sensing the nervousness in your voice, he speaks quickly. "yes, it was perfect! i was actually wondering if you would have the time to come back?"
you sit up, assignments slipping off of your lap and onto the floor. "of course! is there a time that works best for you?" you feel around on the couch for your planner.
"i every week day, and i spend most of my weekends working from home. i don't want to get in your way," he mumbles, flipping through a planner of his own.
"i could always come while you're at work, if you would prefer! after all, i know where to get your key."
akaashi snorts. "that's been revoked. but actually, that would be great! i can hide my key somewhere for you, as long as you lock up when you're done. how about monday?"
you scan your planner. "yeah, i can make that work!"
"since i have you on the phone, i wanted to ask if i can set up a schedule? maybe once a week?"
you gasp. "is everything okay?"
"no, i mean, yeah!" you cringe. "we can totally do that! we can do every monday if that works?"
"that works for me. thank you so much for this, you have no idea." akaashi sighs, rubbing his tired eyes.
after you fish the call, you squeal. this is the first time you've had a steady client, ever. this secures a steady income for at least a little bit. you decide to whip up a celebratory sweet to commemorate the moment, even messaging your friends.
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it's been a few weeks of regular appointments. akaashi's clean house has done wonders for his mental health. the cleared clutter, fresh air, and removal of responsibility have taken a large weight off of his shoulders. the comfort of coming home and being greeted by everything in its respective place is amazing.
he wants to thank you for everything you've done for him. of course, he tips you every week, much more than you think he should, but he wants to do more. unfortunately he doesn't know anything about you.
but he would like to.
akaashi spends sunday night researching flowers. he decided that while you're cleaning, you would have something delivered for you. he doesn't want something too big, too small, too romantic. he wants to thank you but doesn't want it to be too lame. after a lot of thought, he decides on a dozen light pink roses, set to be delivered right before you finish up.
the next day, right as you're going through your final check list, there is a knock at akaashi's door. this isn't the first time, of course. usually, you bring the package inside, send him a text to let him know, and go on your way.
when you open the door, you're met with the sweet scent of roses, and one of the most beautiful bouquets you've ever seen. your heart drops a little bit. you think akaashi is incredibly handsome and sweet. he's a hard worker, intelligent, caring, and very giving. of course he already has someone.
you bring the bouquet inside, set it on the counter, and shoot him a text.
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hey akaashi! i'm all done, but you just got this delivered. it's on the counter for you. thanks again :)
you gather up your things and grab the dirty rags to place in the washing machine. right as you shut the door, he responds.
i forgot to tell you, but those are for you. thank you so much for cleaning again, i'll send your payment shortly.
your brows scrunch up. did he get those for me?
akaashi is freaking out at his desk. the pen in his hands taps on his lip nervously. he thinks about calling you, telling you to throw away the note attached to the vase, maybe even lying and saying they're not for you after all.
you grab the vase, admiring the beautiful set of flowers. your cheeks feel a bit warm, finally realizing that these are for you. akaashi sent you flowers. as your fingertips dance along the petals, you notice a card attached.
"thank you for everything you've done. it may not seem like a lot, but you've really helped me out. i wanted to give you this as a thank you, but also to ask if you would like to go out on a date sometime. -A.K."
your mouth drops open. you let out a laugh, smiling wide as you feel around for your phone. you dial up his number as fast as you can, covering up your mouth with your palm as if he can see the huge smile playing at your lips.
"hey, uh d-don't worry about-"
"i would love to."
he pauses, stomach flipping over and over again. "huh?"
you giggle. "i would love to go out with you sometime!"
he smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. "oh, great! uh, how about tonight? i can pick you up?"
you bite your lip. "i would love that."
he runs his hand through his hair. he can't believe it. "okay, see you later tonight."
you end the call and embrace your love-sick grin. after you pack everything away in your car, you get another text from akaashi. he's sent you the payment for this week, along with a larger than usual tip.
i'll cover dinner tonight, if you want to treat me to dessert. :)
#akaashi x reader#keiji akaashi x reader#akaashi keiji x reader#akaashi keiji x you#akaashi fluff#akaashi fic#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#akaashi keiji
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hello! just saw your tags on the post regarding Crowley's sunnies changing after e2, saying the sunglasses theory isn't dead. I've not heard of this one before, would you mind explaining it? much love ❤️
LMAO hi @doctorqueensanatomy, strap yourself in it's a wild ride!!!✨
so, i noticed from the trailer and some photos that we got that crowley seemed to swap sunglasses and sideburn lengths during different points/promos, and basically came up with this. i felt it was indicative of a timeskip, and given that the trailer gave us the 'im back' scene, i thought a timeskip somewhere in the show would be because they'd had an earlier falling out, possibly related to gabriel.
now the loml Laure, @theeminentlyimpractical, added to it (there are multiple of our back-and-forth rbs in the thread!!!) and backed it up with more promos and 'evidence', and we looked into all the content we had pre-s2, to try piecing it together. unfortunately, we couldnt fully establish a timeline from what we had, because there would be some random scenes where crowley had different-length sideburns all with the same ep.
then more clips came out, and it mucked up the theory further - but also then s2 got released and it threw it completely out the window. iirc, neil was even asked about it - and said a) the snake moves with the hairline, it likes to be visible, and b) crowley essentially just switched up what he wanted to wear (ie sunglasses) on different days/at different points.
so there hasnt, beyond that, been a clear explanation. the issue we had though is that this is prime. even given when the show was filmed, the attention to detail by and large has been intricate and accurate, a real testament to the talent and love for the show involved.
neil has admitted in other asks to some goofs in accuracy (most recent i think concerned the record that aziraphale has - which doesn't have the correct hole size for jukebox play, but also the clock in the background of the kiss having a continuity error), but crowley is a main character. he has a heck of a lot of screentime - so to me, it's either:
david may have been lined up for another job necessitating different hair and some of the scenes where he has different length sideburns might have been filmed later on in AP, or scenes were shot out of sequence and the ones where he has longer sideburns were filmed towards the end (and hence when david might have been going into another role). and its explained as a character quirk
something fishy is going on but is a major part of s3 and can't be spoiled.
im mindful to respect the show with the view that i find it hard to believe it's something they'd miss, as amazing as the whole team evidently is... but at the same time, i can't imagine how tough filming was during COVID, and therefore am somewhat happy to just have it be canon that crowley is just That Guy.
hope that explains somewhat!!!✨
#i was so embroiled in this theory and frankly still am#good omens#ask#edit: so a theory is now incoming and its - typical for me - utterly batshit#batshit time travel spec
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Love In The Air episode 8 live reaction under the cut (long post)
I was gonna watch the new episodes of Link Click and Jujutsu Kaisen but I saw the PrapaiSky preview and I need it RIGHT NYEOW
I can already tell they're gonna be the death of me
Wait this looks familiar... timeskip back to the race Rain and Sky snuck into?
Yup, definitely. The dude with the half-jorts is there lmao
I am SO ready to watch everything play out from Sky's and/or Prapai's perspective
And THAT'S when Prapai spots Sky. Bruh if I were Sky I'd have melted right then and there with Prapai smiling like that
He immediately has a soft spot for Sky huh
"He's my boy" not yet baby
He's lecturing Sky but he also saved his ass
Sky's annoyed face when Prapai tries to touch his face WE LOVE A STRONG BITCH
Oh that is NOT how a relationship should start PRAPAI I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU DON'T PULL THIS SHIT
I mean at least Sky told him to take what he wanted
And honestly Sky is really going for it so I guess it's not that bad but it's still some weird power dynamic / blackmailing shit soooo... eh
OH WOW
Lmao at the same time Phayu is lecturing Rain until Rain kisses him - idk if I love getting a recap of the whole first half of the series but I guess it helps put the PrapaiSky scenes in a chronological context while also slowing down the pacing so it's not all over in 2 episodes
Ok Sky is mad and I am confused bc how much of what happened did he actually want? He seemed rather enthusiastic but when Pai went for a second round Sky looked rather grumpy but told him to "bring it on" regardless? Very very dubious consent and Sky feeling used afterwards...
"Single life is the best. I can sleep with whoever I want" oh Mr. Braces over here is a player huh? How old is this kid??? Lmao
Poor Sky he deserves to be loved, not used
Aaaaa the montage of PrapaiSky thinking about each other / trying to forget
IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS
THAT'S A WHOLE QUARTER OF A YEAR THAT'S A WHOLE ASS SEASON
Hehehehe Prapai is such a player... but he can't go through with it because he can't get Sky out of his head, classic
3 months later Prapai is still replaying that night in his head huh... (riding his bike while thinking about Sky riding him)
Lmao Sky is reading Demon Slayer (I already spotted the figurine in his room a while ago)
Hahahaha the little reference to the source material of the series
"I don't know who you are. But if you're trying to annoy me, I'm hanging up." I LOVE HIS SASS
"In case you didn't know, humans are warm-blooded. And I'm a human. It's normal for my body to be hot. You don't have to help me, cause I don't associate with cold-blooded animals. Farewell." I SWEAR HE HAS THE BEST LINES LMAO
HE'S SO SASSY ICONIC SAVAGE HE'S THAT BITCH
Prapai is just being a bit of a creep rn
The way Sky just yeets his phone
Lmao Pai is already so whipped
Wtf is that chicken dance
"You've met P'Pai, haven't you?" awkward......
Hahaha Sky putting the pieces together "Wind... Prapai."
ALSO I JUST REALIZED I FIGURED OUT THEY HOOKED UP AND THEN DIDN'T SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN (before we actually saw what happened) I CONNECTED THE DOTS CALL ME SHERLOCK HOLMES
Sky needs a ride, HOW CONVENIENT
"Rain doesn't know about us, does he?" THERE IS NO "US" YOU GUYS HOOKED UP ONCE THAT'S NOT "US"
I love that Sky is standing his ground
Pai you're being cringe
So the reason why Sky rejects Prapai is because he doesn't believe Pai is actually interested in him beyond sex and thinks he's just gonna use him 😭 awwww baby nooo you're amazing and that's why he will fall in love with you and give you the world 😭❤️
SKY IS SUCH A SAVAGE I LOVE HIM
Ok sunflowers are cool I'd be thrilled to get a whole bouquet of them
Oh he's calling him! Oh he has him saved as psycho... 💀
He's hesitating to throw away the flowers!!
Bonus scene: "sometimes sexy. Occasionally sad. Mysterious at times." That's how he sees Sky huh xD
#another looong post#mainly about how much i love sky#sky is best boy#love in the air episode 8#love in the air#love in the air live reaction#prapaisky#phayurain#payurain
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Hinata/setters timeskip appreciation
Oikawa and Hinata going out to dinner after meeting up
After feeling homesick, meeting with Oikawa made Hinata significantly happier
OiHina duo having the time of their lives in beach volleyball
Hinata and Oikawa’s farewell, with promise to face each other in the future :’)
Next we have Kenma and Hinata, a friendship that will last a lifetime
Kenma is super rich now and sponsors Hinata, because he’s so interesting
Kenma is super proud of Hinata accomplishing his goals!
And of course the sparkling new AtsuHina teammates
The beginning of a new partnership and Hinata’s professional debut
A new formidable duo, a formidable team
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OKAY HEAR ME OUT,, makki x 🍑 and bad boy
ahahaha i got you, babes
words: 695
cw: fem!reader, timeskip, forbidden relationship, loser!makki, fingering, massages, minors dni
your parents hated hanamaki. they hated how much of a mooch he was—living off of you paying for him because he was “in between jobs”. in their eyes, he was a loser riding on the coattails of his more successful friends. and you of course. his sweet girlfriend who’s well-educated and has a high-paying job.
why couldn’t you date iwaizumi? he’s got a strong head on his shoulders and is always so polite when he talks to your mother.
but your father likes oikawa best. that boy has always been so sweet on you and would be able to treat you the way you deserve.
hell, even matsukawa would be better. at least he has a job.
they forbade you from seeing him and would question you every time you went out to the point that you had to start lying about it. they thought you could do better and a part of you thought you could too.
but he had an amazing way of stopping those thoughts. he’ll treat you with a massage after a long day of work, getting out all of the kinks in your joints.
“my smart girl works so hard,” he breathes into your skin. he’s sitting behind you, your back to his chest as he rubs your shoulders. he listens to you talk about your day, complain about your boss and the newest project you’re working on. “don’t worry, pretty, you don’t have to think about any of that right now. lemme take care of you.”
his hands feel so good that you don’t notice them roaming until one of them reaches under your skirt. “hiro…”
“shhh, don’t think, okay?” he says, pushing your panties aside to run his fingers along your slit. his mouth busies itself on your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin while his free hand massages your lower back.
but the hand you’re most interested in teases your clit, making your legs twitch in anticipation. you can hear him laughing behind you, cooing over how receptive you are to his touch. “spread your legs for me, pretty, wanna feel more of you.”
your massage is completely forgotten when he slips a finger inside. “why so wet? were you thinking about me during work? did ya rub your thighs together at your desk thinking about my hands on you?” hanamaki quickly adds another finger and you’re grabbing onto anything when you start whining.
his other hand that was so innocently massaging your sore muscles is now unbuttoning your blouse for access to your tits, rolling the buds between his fingers and tugging every so often. “think you can cum just from me touching you like this? maybe i’ll treat you with my cock afterward.”
when hanamaki gets like this, all he wants to do is make your brain foggy. maybe he wants to cloud your judgment so you don’t realize how much of a loser he is, so you’ll stay with him just a little bit longer. it’s hard to think about his lack of prospects when his fingers are stretching your walls, reaching that special spot that makes the coil in your tummy grow tighter.
“ahhh, there it is,” he says, abusing that spot like a shark who smells blood in the water. he’s sucking dark marks in your neck that’ll be hard to find an excuse for. he truly does love being a menace. “cum for me, baby, wanna feel you make a mess.”
hanamaki ramps up his movements, adding a third finger to pump into you until he reaches his goal. you can’t think of anything as that pressure starts to build inside you. only thing rattling in that pretty brain of yours is makki’s name, “hiro, hiro…” over and over until your body feels tingly all over and you’ve creamed around his hand.
“my pretty, pretty girl. such a good job,” he smirks, pulling his hand out to stare in awe of your juices around him. he eventually lays you on your back, tugging your skirt and ruined panties off before pulling his cock out. “my brainless girl has another one in her, yeah?”
maybe everyone is wrong about him.
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For @sillykawa! Thanks again for joining my 100 follower event!
ft.: timeskip kita x reader
trope: unrequited love
lyrics: If only you knew/ What I would do for you/ I'd jump up and hold you/ So tightly/ But I will never be able to do these things/ So I'm just left imagining from "if i could ride a bike" by chevy & park bird
word count: ~850 words
a/n: more angst once again. but i'm starting to really enjoy writing angst. what does that say about me?
“I’m so sorry for having to cancel our plans to go to the farmer’s market this weekend,” Kita hears you dramatically sigh through the phone. He can practically picture your pouty face, which he has always found endearing.
“Don’t worry about it. We can go another time and I promise to make you a delicious meal with what we buy afterwards,” your silver-haired friend assures you as he looks out his kitchen window at the pinkish sky and the setting sun.
“You’re too nice to me, Shin. I swear I will make it up to you!” you promise eagerly, and Kita softly chuckles.
“Seriously, you don’t have to make it up to me, Y/N,” he gently states. He pauses then adds, “So, where is your boyfriend taking you to celebrate your job promotion?”
“You know the restaurant we went to with Aran and Omimi a few months ago, but I didn’t enjoy the food that much? That one.”
Your response causes Kita’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion and, without thinking, he replies, “Why would he take you to a restaurant you didn’t like?”
His puzzled reaction makes you laugh, and you explain, “He went there recently with some of his friends, and he liked the food! Apparently, they revamped the menu and got a new chef! I’m actually looking forward to trying it out on Saturday.”
“Oh, that should be fun,” Kita remarks, attempting to come off as enthusiastic.
It isn’t that he doesn’t like your boyfriend. You have been dating him for just over three years, so Kita has met him countless times and he's definitely a genuinely good guy. Honestly, Kita is glad that you are in a loving relationship, but it does hurt to see you with someone else when he’s been enamoured with you since high school.
When you were both first-years at Inarizaki, you joined the volleyball club as the team manager and, instantly, the wing spiker was drawn to you. Amid a sea of rowdy teenage boys, all impatient to show off their athletic prowess, you were a calming presence that he appreciated. This led to you and Kita conversing frequently and a strong friendship was thus produced.
He cannot remember when he started falling in love with you. The realization that he likes you romantically simply hit him: Suna had made some off-handed comment about you and the captain looking like a couple and you two scolded him. Later that day, Suna’s words ate away at him, until he came to acknowledge that his feelings for you weren’t merely platonic.
He never revealed any of this to you because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You repeatedly expressed how fortunate you were to have such a close, reliable friend like him. Not wanting to upset your dynamic, Kita decided to conceal his love, which wasn’t a difficult task, since he had perfected the art of constantly maintaining a composed facade and demeanor.
Over the years, some of his former teammates did catch onto his feelings towards you and they did their best to encourage him to confess, but to no avail. Kita doesn’t regret choosing to remain silent about his true feelings, though, because whenever you talk about your boyfriend, your eyes light up and a huge smile graces your lips. You tell him that you are certain he is the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you see yourself growing old with.
He is content that you found someone who makes you feel like you are the most beautiful and wonderful person in the world.
Still…Kita knows he could make you feel like the center of his universe.
If he was your boyfriend, he would cook you an amazing meal to celebrate your job promotion. Or if you preferred to go out, he would take you to your favorite restaurant.
If he was your boyfriend, he would make you a soothing cup of tea at the end of each day, while listening to you vent about work.
If he was your boyfriend, he would be your shoulder to cry on.
If he was your boyfriend, he would surprise you with breakfast in bed on the weekends.
If he was your boyfriend, he would send random “I love you” texts throughout the day in order to remind you how cherished you are.
He would. He really would.
But he can’t because you love your boyfriend. Not him.
“We’re about to go see a movie, so I have to head out,” you say, your voice bringing Kita back to reality. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
“Alright,” Kita answers, leaning against his kitchen counter. “Take care.”
And with that, the call ends, but the rice farmer continues to stare out the window longingly. It now dawns on him that you remind him of the sunset: something warm and cheerful that he admires from afar yet can never hold tightly.
It’s fine, though, because you are happy and that’s all that matters.
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hii! from your prompt list can i request 16 with sakusa?
hi!! yes ofc! y’all do be requesting a lot of angst tho. don’t hate me when your heart hurts😛🥰
prompt 16: “we’re not together.”
sakusa x f!reader
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (post -timeskip)
Dating a high end volleyball player was hard.
No one told you of the sacrifices you would make and the turbulence of emotions you would feel. Still, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
You hadn’t been with Sakusa long. You had known him for a few years but you two were just mutual friends. It was only when you moved to his town did you and Sakusa start getting close.
Your relationship was relatively new.
Sakusa had officially asked you on a date two months ago, and you two became official a week later. Although your status had changed, things with Sakusa were calm and hadn’t really changed.
There was a solid base of trust and respect that held your relationship together, and you knew that you and Sakusa were meant to be.
You were confident in your relationship. And you knew that Sakusa was a relatively private person, so when he asked to keep the relationship on the low until he was comfortable, you immediately agreed. You didn’t need the world to know you were dating him. You knew, and that was enough.
However, it did hurt when you couldn’t go to games with him, or leave with him. Due to his own, and his teams fan base, Sakusa was always surrounded, and he knew that if you were seen with him, the questions and press would be endless.
You understood where he was coming from, and respect his decision. But you told him that you wanted to at least where his jersey, which he reluctantly agreed too.
So, here you were. Sitting in your boyfriend’s jersey in the middle of the bleachers as fans cheered their loudest.
This game had been particularly long. Both teams unwilling to lose. You glanced down at your watch and frowned. You had taken the bus to get here and the last bus left ten minutes ago. You shrugged, I’ll tell Omi to take me.
One hour and a mere three points later, MBSY Black Jackals were celebrating their hard earned win. You smiled brightly, cheering with the crowd.
People rushed down the the floor, trying to get close to the players. You stayed back, letting the fans have their fill of sweat and one-sided adoration.
After the coach yelled for the gym to clear out, and once it did, you waited for Sakusa to take a shower. You smiled at Bokuto and Hinata, who both grinned at you, waving.
You felt eyes on your back but you shook them off. You needed to talk to Sakusa and tell him you needed a ride home, or to his place.
After about twenty minutes, Sakusa exited the locker room. He wore black sweatpants and a MBSY hoodie. His hair was went and his curls were on full display.
You stared at him with a slightly gape smile. Sakusa was the most beautiful man you had ever had the pleasure of seeing, and he was all yours.
You smiled at him when you caught his eye. “Omi, you did so well!”
Sakusa smiled at you, his eyes crinkling. It was a rare sight, but with you smiling at him and praising him, Sakusa couldn’t help it. He walked towards you, but you could see his eyes darting behind you and around you.
He was scared someone would see.
Sakusa and you walked out of the gym, hand in hand. It had been almost an hour since the game ended, and as you both walked and engaged in small talk, the idea of people still being around was not on your mind.
“Hey, Omi,” Sakusa turned his head slightly to look at you, “can I ride with you? The bus isn’t coming at this hour.”
Sakusa nodded, squeezing your hand. “Of course.”
He hated seeing you get on the bus after games when he would much rather have you seated beside him, but he wasn’t ready for the questions or the media that would come with a public relationship. Sakusa hated attention, and he knew that he had dedicated fans. The last thing he wanted was to make himself or you uncomfortable.
When the automatic doors opened, Sakusa immediately dropped your hand.
People hadn’t left. Fans surrounded the doors and your eyes widened. Curious and heated eyes eyed you and Sakusa, and your now unlinked hands.
Sakusa took a step away from you and your heart twisted. With his mask covering most of his face, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling or thinking.
Questions came blaring at Sakusa about you.
“Are you guys dating?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“You’re dating that?”
“Are you guys together?”
You licked your lips at the looks you received. Some were filled with disgust, others with hatred. You now realized why Sakusa had wanted to keep your relationship private, but there was no point in hiding it now.
They had seen you holding hands, and you were waiting for Sakusa to say something.
And he did.
Just not what you were expecting.
“No, we’re not together.”
Your heart dropped into to your stomach and you slowly turned to face him. With wide eyes and a frown, you stared at Sakusa’s blank eyes.
Yes, you hadn’t been together long, but for him to blatantly disregard your relationship made you feel like he was embarrassed of you.
And maybe he was.
Fans turned their heads to look at you for your reaction. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your best to smile. You understood where Sakusa was coming from, but he has no right to embarrass you or ignore your relationship.
You were worth more than that.
You pulled your sweater tighter around you. “Yes,” you said. You looked at Sakusa in the eyes and then said, “We’re not together.”
You pushed past the crowd and began walking down the street. You could hear the crowd firing questions at Sakusa but their voices fell flat on your ears. It wasn’t fair to Sakusa pick and choose when he wanted to ‘be’ in a relationship. Instead of flat out saying that you weren’t together, he could have chosen not to answered.
You scoffed, tired of his games. Now you were waking alone at night, all because Sakusa was too afraid to deal with the outcome of a public relationship.
The air was chilling and you were afraid. Walking home in the dark was dangerous, and you knew that. But there was no other way to get home.
Or so you thought.
A silver car pulled up beside you and you almost started crying until you saw a familiar silver-haired man poke his head out. Bokuto stared at you with disbelief. “Y/n? What are you doing walking at this house?”
You blinked a few times before chuckling. Of course Bokuto would be your knight in shining armour.
You shrugged, spreading your arms. “Just walking home after my boyfriend told everyone we’re not together.”
Bokuto frowned. He parked the car and nodded at you. “Come, I’ll give you a lift home.”
You smiled at Bokuto and nodded, walking to the passenger side and slipping in. You sighed in content. His car was warm.
“Bo, you played really well today.” Bokuto grinned at you, drumming his hands on the steering wheel.
“Thanks, y/n! Did you see my receive at the end? Wasn’t it amazing?”
You laughed, telling him it was. Sitting with Bokuto and talking like friends took your mind off Sakusa, who was sitting in his own car, frowning.
When you got home, you thanked and said goodbye to Bokuto, immediately making your way to your bed. Your phone rang and you ignored it, knowing who it was.
You slipped under your covers and shut your eyes, too tired to change or do anything. Your heart still hurt from Sakusa’s words and you told yourself you’d shower and change your bed sheets when you wake up.
Three hours later, your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your doorbell and loud knocking.
You groaned and got out of bed, fixing your shirt. You opened the door as you yawned, and your eyes fell on Sakusa. He stood rigidly outside your door. His eyes wide with concern and his fist raised to knock.
You blinked a few times before shutting the door on his face.
“Y/n!” Sakusa quietly shouted. “Open the door.”
You shook your head, and then realized he couldn’t see you. “No. Go away, Kiyoomi. I’m tired.”
Sakusa sighed, slightly leaning against your door. When he drove down the street you had walked on, only to find you gone, he panicked. He had driven down the road twice and around the block to look for you but he couldn’t find you. Sakusa had never felt so guilty in his life.
When he tried calling you, he got no answer. It wasn’t until Bokuto had texted him that he accidentally had his knee pads and had dropped you off that his heart had settled a little.
The knowledge of you being in a car alone with Bokuto made Sakusa slightly angry. But then he realized you wouldn’t have been with him if he hadn’t been such a coward and a terrible boyfriend.
“Please, y/n,” you heard Sakusa’s strained voice come through the door. “I need to see you.”
You sighed and opened the door, walking to your sofa so Sakusa could let himself in. You sat crossed legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow.
Sakusa silently walked in, gently shutting the door behind him. You stared at him through tired and slightly annoyed eyes.
Sakusa walked up to you, scratching the back of his neck. You gently shut your eyes, tired.
“I tried calling you.”
You scoffed, opening your right eye to stare at Sakusa’s awkward stance.
“Congratulations.”
Sakusa let out a sigh, and then awkwardly shuffled towards the couch, sitting beside you, but not close to you.
“I’m sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have said that we weren’t together.”
You sighed, opening up both your eyes and laying the pillow on your lap. You turned your head to face Sakusa and your eyes slightly widened. Sakusa was slightly hunched, and his lips were pulled into a frown, his eyes a cloud of emotions you couldn’t decipher.
“What would you have said, Kiyoomi?”
Sakusa turned his head, meeting your eyes. “What do you mean?”
You cleared your throat. “You said you shouldn’t have said we weren’t together. What would you have said instead, then?”
Sakusa was silent. He knew that you were tired of him brushing you off when it came to your relationship in public and he felt terrible. But Sakusa wasn’t ready for the media and attention he knew that he would get.
“I... don’t—”
You sat up straighter, cutting Sakusa off.
“Kiyoomi, I know that you’re not comfortable with a public relationship, and I totally understand that, but you completely shut us down tonight. I had to walk home alone, and who knows what would have happened if Bokuto hadn’t come.”
Sakusa’s frowned deepened.
“I just... I don’t know. I guess I want to be treated like your equal and not someone you can just brush off when it’s convenient for you.”
Sakusa’s eyes widened and he sharply turned his head to face you. “You are my equal, y/n.”
You let out a small laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it.”
Silence washed over you both, and you stared at your feet. You were in stalemate. You couldn’t tell Sakusa that you wanted him to reveal your relationship. You would never do that. But you didn’t want him to completely shut you down in public either.
Sakusa cleared his throat, and when you lifted your head, your eyes slightly widened. He was much closer than he was before.
With a hesitant pause, Sakusa gently put his thin pale hand on your knee. You watched through careful eyes.
Sakusa rarely ever ignited touch with you.
“I’m genuinely really sorry, y/n. I was only thinking for myself, only considering how I would feel.”
You slightly nodded, confirming his words.
“Come with me to the game tomorrow.”
You lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised with his words. When you really looked at him, past the gentleness in his eyes, you saw promise.
There was no sign of nervousness. No indication of uncomfortableness.
“I am coming to the game tomorrow.”
Sakusa shook his head, gently rubbing your clothed knee unconsciously. “No, I mean,” Sakusa licked his lips, suddenly self-conscious. “Come with me tomorrow.”
You raised an eyebrow. Confused at what he was insinuating.
“As my girlfriend.”
You stared at Sakusa, waiting for him to take back his words.
“Kiyoomi... I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
Sakusa shook his head, a small gentle smile on his lips. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You stared at him, a look of shock on your face.
Sakusa pulled back, his lips pulling into a slightly wider grin. Your own lips lifted into a smile and you both stared at each other with goofy smiles and gentle eyes filled future promises.
“If you ever embarrass me like that in public though,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’ll tell the world you only eat blue teddy bear gummies.”
“Consider me threatened.”
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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Kou Route ー Chapter 1
Yui: ( I have to retrieve my heart as soon as possible…! )
Monologue
I’ve come here to the Demon World,
to retrieve my heart,
after it had been stolen by Count Walter.
Due to the ongoing Parade,
the atmosphere was somewhat different from usual.
Perhaps that played a part in it as well,
but it only further spurred on the restless feeling inside my chest,
to the point where it became nearly unbearable.
However...I’m sure everything will be okay.
I’m able to think that way,
because Kou-kun is right here,
walking next to me.
ー The scene starts in Aizen Alley
Female Vampire A: ーー Look! I think a clown show is starting over at Saint Nore Park.
Female Vampire B: Oh dear? I wonder if it’s a music performance? Let’s go take a look now that we can!
Female Vampire C: Ah! But those booths in the back caught my attention as well. I’m sure they’ll sell out in no time if we don’t hurry up.
Yui: ( Everyone’s in high spirits. )
( There’s different vendors all over the place, so you can’t blame them for getting distracted. )
Kou: Wahー... This place sure is bustling with energy. It really does radiate those Parade vibes.
Yui: ( Kou-kun seems highly interested. )
( If it weren’t for the case revolving my heart, we could have walked around together. )
Kou: Look! There’s a Ferris Wheel on the other side! They even got a House of Mirrors over there...
Heeh...!
Yui: ...
( ...I’m sure a little bit of exploring won’t hurt, right? )
( It’s not like I’m in any pain at the moment... )
Kou: Well then...We can’t be standing here like this forever. Guess we should make our way over to the Count’s place?
I’m pretty sure the Castle he lives is at over theーー
Yui: Ah...Hold up a second. About that...
Now that we’re here anyway, why don’t we go after we’ve looked around the Parade for a bit?
Kou: Heh? What are you saying, M-neko-chan?
Now isn’t the time to have fun, is it? We have to get your heart back at once!
Yui: I know, but...
I feel just fine physically for now, so don’t worry.
Besides, I can’t imagine the Count will just hand my heart back right away.
If anything...
I believe I might just feel a bit better if we go explore the Parade together.
Kou: M-neko-chan...
...
...Are you speaking the truth?
Yui: Yes, I am.
Kou: ...
In that case...Wanna go together?
Ah! But only for a bit, okay? It’d be bad if something were to happen to you!
Yui: Yeah!
Kou: ーー Okay! With that settled...Let’s go!
Guess we can start with Saint Nore Park?
I heard there’s a bunch of different shops there, so I’m sure it’ll be a blast!
Off we go, M-neko-chan!
Yui: Okay!
( Fufu...Kou-kun seems to be really enjoying himself. )
( I made the right decision after all. )
ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue
Kou: Take a look, M-neko-chan! This place is on fire, waah...!
Yui: Kou-kun, let’s have fun to our hearts content.
Kou: Yeah, good idea. Let’s kick things off with...Let’s see...
How about we give the Tea Cups Attraction over there a try?
Yui: Of course.
*TIMESKIP*
Kou: Wahー... That was a ton of fun, but all the spinning has made me dizzy.
M-neko-chan, are you okay?
Yui: Fufu, I’m fine. If you want, we can go for one more ride.
Kou: Eh? ...Are you sure?
Yui: Sure.
Kou: In that case! Might as well...
Excuse me! We’d like to get one more time~!
Yui: ( Honestly, I haven’t seen Kou-kun be this excited all that often...I’m so happy. )
*TIMESKIP*
Kou: Let’s see, next up...
Yui: ーー Ah! They’re selling popcorn over there so why don’t we try some?
Kou: Yeah, sounds good!
ー They walk towards the popcorn vendor
Yui: ( It’s very lively over here as well. )
Kou: Heeh, this popcorn comes in a bunch of different varieties. It smells delicious...
Say, which one would you like?
Yui: Let me think...
Selection
→ Vongole flavor (☾)
Yui: Vongole flavor, I guess.
Kou: Eh, they have that!?
Yui: Yeah, it’s written down as a Parade special edition on that flyer over there.
Kou: Heeh...! The Parade really is amazing!
Excuse me! I’d like to order two large servings of this Vongole flavored popcorn!
*Rustle*
Kou: ーー Yes, thank you!
M-neko-chan, sorry for the wait!
Yui: Thanks.
Kou: Well then, let’s dig in right awayー...
ーー But before that! I’ll feed you some!
ー He moves closer
Kou: Here, say ‘ahn’.
Yui: W-Wait, Kou-kun. Everyone around us is watching...
Kou: Who cares?
I want to show off that you’re mine by doing this~
So come on, say ‘ahn’?
ー People around them start making a fuss
Yui: ( We’ve become the centre of attention... )
( But...I doubt Kou-kun will give in. )
( Okay, in that case, I just have to pay no mind to those around us... )
...Then...Ahnー
*Rustle rustle*
Kou: ーー How is it? Good?
Yui: Nn, it’s good!
Kou: Really?
Yui: ( Phew... )
→ Bat flavor
Yui: Then...I’ll go with bat flavor.
Kou: Bat flavor!? Um...That’s a very unique choice.
Yui: S-Should I not? I doubt I’d get a chance to try something like that anywhere else so I figured I’d take on the challenge...
Kou: It’s fine. I’m the one who asked which one you want. Let’s give it a try while we’re here.
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle*
Kou: ...So this is...bat flavored...
Yui: ( It’s pitch black and looks as if it has been burnt to a crisp... )
F-For starters...I’ll try one bite.
...Uu...
Kou: Wah! Are you okay...? Feeling alright?
Yui: ( The taste is... )
...Huh, this might be surprisingly good?
Kou: Eeh? For real? It doesn’t look that way though.
Yui: Would you like some as well?
Kou: Guess I’ll have some too then.
...Ah, it really is delicious. ...I might get hooked on it...
Yui: ( Fufu, Kou-kun looks happy. )
( We would have never even come here if the Count hadn’t stolen my heart, so in that regard, I am a little thankful to him... )
Kou: Hey, hey, M-neko-chan. Let’s head over there next?
Yui: Sure!
*SCENE SHIFT*
Yui: ( Things are firing up over here as well. )
Kou-kun, what would you like to do neーー
Female Vampire E: Ah, over there, is that...?
Female Vampire D: It’s Mukami Kou-kun!I’m positive! Kou-kuuuun!!
Kou: ...Y-Yeah...
Yui: ( Right. Kou-kun is famous here in the Demon World as well. )
Kou: Thanks for the support, everyone. But right now I’m here in my spare time soーー
ー Girls gather around him
Yui: ( A crowd formed around him in a matter of seconds. I won’t be able to get close any time soon like this. )
ー Yui grows dizzy
Yui: ...?
*Rustle*
Yui: ( W-What’s happening? I’m struggling to breathe... )
( Don’t tell me...Is the Kleinod...? )
...Ah...Uu...
ー It flashes black before her eyes
Yui: ( Kou-kun... )
ー She collapses
*Thud*
???: M-neko-chan!?
ー The scene shifts to the Church in Yui’s dream
Yui: ( ...This is... )
???: Hello there, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Do you remember me, I wonder?
Yui: You are...The guy from before...
???: Fufu, I’m honored you seem to remember me.
ーー I’ve come here once again today because there is something I would like to ask you.
Is that man truly necessary to you, I reckon?
Furthermore...
Does he need you?
Yui: Eh...?
???: The two of you live in different worlds. It is highly unnatural to seek each other out.
Even if you deem him as necessary in your life...
I wonder if the same can be said about him? Has there truly never been a time...where your existence was instead a nuisance to him?
Yui: That’s...
( ...That’s...? )
???: ...chan...in there...
...M-neko...
ー Yui wakes up in the hotel room
???: ーー M-neko-chan! Hang in there!!
Yui: ...Kou...kun...?
Kou: ...Aah, thank god...!
Yui: What exactly...?
Kou: You suddenly fainted. So I panicked and carried you over here.
Yui: Where am...?
Kou: A nearby hotel.
Yui: ...I see...Thank you for carrying me here. And sorry for making you worried.
Kou: No need to thank me, really. If anything...
...
Yui: Kou-kun? Is something wrong?
Kou: I’m the one...who should say sorry.
...Just like I thought, we shouldn’t have been enjoying the Parade at a time like this...
Yet I totally got lost in the excitement...Making you push yourself.
I wasn’t even there for you when you were suffering the most...
I’m the worst...Honestly...
Yui: ( Kou-kun..I completely ruined his mood. )
...It’s not your fault, Kou-kun.
I’m...Um...just a little anemic, that’s all. So don’t worry.
Kou: ...I wonder if you end up lying like that because I’m simply not reliable?
Yui: That’s not...
Kou: Then why?
Yui: ...Well...
Kou: ...
ー Kou steps back
Kou: I’m sorry...For talking about this right after you finally woke up.
I’ll go cool off my head for a bit!
ー Kou leaves the room
Yui: ( Kou-kun... )
( I can’t leave things like this. I should go after him. )
ー The scene shifts to the hotel lobby
Yui: ( Kou-kun is nowhere to be seen... )
( I wonder if he went outside? What should I do...? )
...
Suspicious man: ーー Excuse me.
Yui: ...!
Suspicious man: ...
Yui: I-Is there anything you need from me...?
Suspicious man: ...
Yui: ( I went through quite the traumatic experience back at the Carnival last time, so don’t tell me this guy also... )
Suspicious man: Aah...I’m so sorry for rudely approaching you...
This is what I do.
*Flip*
Yui: ( A business card...Um, let’s see... )
( ‘I’m your man for all show-related business’? )
( ...I see. He must be someone organizing shows in the Demon World. On top of that...He’s the company president...!? )
( I wonder what someone like him could ever need from me...? )
Company president: My apologies for the sudden question, but...
Are you perhaps Mukami Kou-san’s manager?
Yui: Eh...?
Company president: I saw him together with a woman who bears a striking resemblance to you so I thought that maybe...
Yui: ( We were definitely together. However, I’m not his manager... )
Company president: The more I look at you, the more I recognize that woman from back then. You have to be one and the same person!
ーー Miss Manager! I’d actually like to ask something of you!
Yui: Y-Yes?
( I’m not his Manager, but I guess I should hear him out at least... )
Um...What is it?
Company president: Actually...
We’d like Mukami Kou-san to perform during the stage show taking place on the final day of the Parade!
Yui: Eeh!? Kou-kun...?
Company president: Yes, please! ...There simply is not a single other individual more fitting for the job!
Yui: ...Is there a certain reason for that?
Company president: Yes...
Our initial plan was to have the number one opera singer of the Demon World perform during the Parade’s final act.
However...They have suddenly cancelled their participation.
They would like to be able to enjoy the Parade as an individual instead...
Yui: ( S-So that’s what happened... )
Company president: ーー When suddenly!
As if by a miracle, I found out that Mukami Kou-san had secretly come here to the Demon World!
Pretty, pretty, pretty please! Could you accept my offer!?
Yui: U-Um...
Company president: I’m begging you!!
Yui: F...For now, I can’t decide this without asking him personally first...
Company president: Right, I understand!
Well then, please convince him, miss!
Yui: Eeh!?
Company president: I’m counting on you! Until we meet again!!
ー He runs off
Yui: Ah...
( There he goes... )
( I’m in quite the predicament now... )
ー Yui looks outside
( Ah...Seems like it started raining outside. )
( A-Anyway! I have to go look for Kou-kuーー )
???: ...Achoo...
Yui: Kou-kun! Oh no, you’re soaking weーー
Kou: Don’t worry, I’m fine.
ー He walks away
Yui: Ah...Wait!
ー The scene shifts back to their hotel room
Kou: ...Sniffle...
Yui: K-Kou-kun. You’ll be in trouble at this rate. Do you want some hot milk?
Kou: I don’t. Anyway, you...
Why didn’t you stay put in our room?
Yui: I was trying to go out to look for you. I felt like I had to apologize...
Kou: ...
Honestly, I can’t believe a girl like you...Why are you always like that!?
Why do you always think of others!?
I’m the one to blame, remember!? You have absolutely nothing to apologize for!
Yet...
Yui: Kou-kun...
You don’t need to stress out about that.
For example, I was happy when we went around the Parade together, because I was able to see you enjoy yourself.
Kou: ...
Yui: But...I’m sorry that things ended like this because of my heart.
Kou: See? You’re apologizing again.
I’m just no match for you...
...I have to say sorry too.
Can we make up for it?
Yui: Yes, of course.
*Rustle*
Kou: I’m glad...In that case, as a sign of our reconciliationーー
*Smooch*
Kou: ...!
Hey, one more...
*Smooch*
Yui: Kou-kun...
Kou: When you give me that adorable expression, I won’t be able to hold myself back...
ー Kou suddenly bites her
Kou: Nn...
Yui: ...Ah...
Kou: I want more, M-neko-chan. ...Can I?
Yui: ...Yeah...
Kou: ...Geez, silly girl...Didn’t you hear me when I said I can’t control myself around you when you’re being so cute? ーー Nnh...
...? Nn...Haah...
Nn...Nnh...
Come on...Bend your arm a little more this way...
Yui: ( Kou-kun... )
*Rustle rustle*
Kou: Well done. Good girl~ Well then, as your reward, I’ll give you even more...
...Nn...
...Haah...Your blood is different from usual...
I wonder if it’s because your heart has changed? Still, I want to suck more...
Yui: ...Even though it tastes different, are you sure...?
Kou: Yeah. Right nowーー Nnh...
Yui: Ah...
Kou: I want to keep listening to those noises you make. ...
Yui: ( Kou-kun... )
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle rustle*
*Creaaaak*
Yui: ( ...Nn... )
( Seems like I dozed off at some point. )
( I didn’t have any strange dreams this time... )
Kou: Ah, you woke up. I would have loved to enjoy the sight a little longer~
Yui: W-Were you watching me this whole time, perhaps...?
Kou: Mmh! You were sleeping so comfortably after all~
While you’re cute when I’m sucking your blood as well...
Your sleeping expression is simply adorable too, it’s quite troubling.
Yui: ( Uu...I’m torn between feeling happy and embarrassed... )
*Knock knock*
???: Excuse me? Are Mukami Kou-san and his Manager present?
Yui: Ah...!
???: I ran out of patience and came.
Kou: ...? Who’s that? Do you know him, M-neko-chan?
Yui: Well...
Company president: ...Ey! Guess I have no other choice but to let myself in then!
*Creaaak*
Yui: ( Wah! He just barged in without waiting for our reply! )
Company president: Well, well, since both of you are here together, we can keep things short!
Miss Manager, you’ve told him about my offer, correct?
Yui: U-Um...Actually, I have yet to...
Company president: Not yet!? Blasphemy! Excuse me for a second!
ー He pushes Yui out of the way
*Thud*
Yui: Wah...!
Kou: M-neko-chan!?
Excuse me...What do you think you’re doing to her?
I don’t know who you are, but I don’t want to be in the same room with a guy like you for even one second.
Could you get out already?
Company president: P-Please don’t say that...I simply want you to listen to what I have to say...
Kou: Listen. Did you not hear me? Get out!
Yui: K-Kou-kun...I’m fine, so...
Kou: Even if you’re fine with it, I’m not.
Company president: ...
...I understand.
But I refuse to give up!
ー He leaves the room
Yui: ( He left... )
Kou: What was his problem...!?
Yui: Kou-kun, actuallyーー
*TIMESKIP*
Yui: ーー And that’s what happened.
Therefore, I believe he is truly in trouble as well.
Kou: Heeh.
Yui: ( H-He doesn’t seem interested at all. )
Hey, Kou-kun. Let me confirm just in case. Are you interested in participating in the shoーー
Kou: Nope. I hate rude guys like him.
Yui: ( Figured as much... )
( But what will happen to the Parade’s finale then...? )
( I’m sure there’s lots of people looking forward to it... )
Kou: Haah...
Knowing you, I bet you’re thinking about all the other people looking forward to the final day of the Parade, correct?
Yui: Eh? Ah...Yeah...
Kou: I knew it.
I love how kind you are but...
When it comes to this, my answer stays no, regardless of what you say.
Yui: ( Seems like his decision is set in stone. )
( I don’t think I should push him then... )
Kou: ...Let’s snooze together a little longer.
Yui: S-Sure...
( I wonder what will become of Parade’s finale? )
( That’s the one thing I’m still worried about. )
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
← RETURN TO PROLOGUE
→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 2]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ AYATO]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ KANATO]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ SUBARU]
→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ YUMA]
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Amphibia - Earth Epilogue Thoughts
This was originally going to be about the entire last episode but then it got way too long so I’m breaking it up into parts with this one coming out first because, while this is the last section of the episode, it is somehow the section I finished first.
I can’t believe Amphibia is over. It was an amazing ride from start to finish with some of the highest highs I’ve seen in animation. When I first started watching the show in May of 2020 I wasn’t expecting how attached I would become to the world and characters and it really did help me through a turbulent time in my life. I’m really happy that this show has garnered the following and been given the love it deserves.
I had to sit on this for a few days because it was hard to process all that had happened and I have a lot of thoughts on The Hardest Thing. I am conflicted about some aspects of the finale but overall I loved this goodbye to the series. Amphibia has once again made a season finale that will stay with me long after that first watch-through. This one was a bit difficult to get through because I had so many emotions about a series so important to me ending but I’m really happy that it existed and got to be a part of my life so I wanted to get this out there.
I just hope all of you could get the enjoyment and connection to Amphibia that I found these past two years watching the show because it really was a wonderful experience and this is an amazing show.
I’m glad I took a few days to sit on this because the Amphibia cast and crew have been very active on social media and some of the things said have eased a few issues I had with the finale. One of them was that Matt Braly came out and said that Marcy did visit after she moved away and that all the girls did stay close after Amphibia even if they slowly drifted apart over time. They still keep up with each other on social media and try to show interest in what they are each doing. But I will stand by the fact that the dialogue in the episode doesn’t get this across.
The way the dialogue is makes it sound like they didn’t talk hardly at all after Marcy left and she was out of the loop and Anne and Sasha drifted apart soon after. Marcy asking if Anne and Sasha hung out after she moved doesn’t seem like the kind of question that would be asked if they kept in close contact and Sasha’s comment that Anne and her drifted apart in high school makes it sound like they drifted apart 1-2 years after amphibia (given that they were 13-14 pre-timeskip and would have entered high school the next year). I know logically that the girls would always be close and important to each other even if they lost contact due to time and distance. That’s why I didn’t understand the dialogue choices and still don’t entirely.
Amphibia is about change but the entirety of the show was also about the friendship of these three girls falling apart and forcing them to grow separately as individuals before coming back together as true friends. A huge part of The Beginning of the End and All In was all about Sasha and Anne coming to understand Marcy and wanting to make their friendship with her and each other work despite their past issues. Season 3b is dedicated to Sasha and Anne rebuilding their friendship into something stronger than before (Anne literally says “just look at what you and I have now”). So to make it sound like they drifted apart so casually bothers me. I don’t think I can get behind how they had Anne and Sasha’s relationship drift apart like that especially since they live so close together and likely go to the same school during this time.
I understand that this is a friendship that wouldn’t easily be broken. That is exactly why the dialogue bothered me because I don’t think it properly conveyed that.
It’s not an issue with the message. I love the message that people do grow apart and that they can come back together again. I love how they meet up on Anne’s birthday, bring her presents, catch up, and take a new photo. I love the idea that things aren’t permanent and that sometimes you will grow apart but that doesn’t make your experiences together and the love you share pointless, it just takes on a new meaning. I love that all these years later they could come back together and reconnect.
I love all of that. My issue was that the dialogue made it seem like they drifted apart soon after Amphibia which didn’t sit right with me. But with Matt’s tweets about the subject and assurance that this will be shown in Marcy’s journal I have hope that this could be addressed.
Now for the things I loved about this epilogue. There are a lot.
The first thing I want to talk about is how perfect each girls’ profession is. Marcy creating a popular webcomic is a great outlet for her love of fantasy and escapism. She can put all that passion and love that initially blinded her to the consequences of her actions in Amphibia into something healthy and connect with many people through her work. She can find that connection through media that she tried so desperately to establish in the flashback in The Beginning of the End (that flashback makes me emotional even mentioning). And Sasha even read her webcomic trying to show interest in Marcy’s passions which I loved.
This is once again really relatable. I know a lot of gifted kids who excelled academically and had great things projected for their future in science and engineering only for them to burn out and discover their true passion was tied to the media they consume and creating something of their own. Marcy has always been relatable and this just hit it home.
Sasha becoming a Child Psychologist to help kids work through their emotional baggage was really fitting. I liked the nod to how all of her actions in Amphibia were brought on by her baggage from home. She was struggling with the effects of her parent’s divorce and the breakdown of her relationship with them. Her inability to understand the relationship between Anne and the Plantars, the jealousy/bitterness she shows towards Anne’s relationship with her parents, her need for control, etc all stemmed from a turbulent home life. The fact that she’s using the lessons she learned in Amphibia and her own mistakes to help kids work through their own issues so they don’t take that same path is heartwarming.
I do wish we got some sort of expansion on Sasha’s home life outside of implications, the two separate letters, and interviews because we got at least some insight into Marcy’s parents and situation that kept her from wanting to go home but with Sasha it is all subtext. We also don’t get a clear motivation for why she’d want to go back outside of “it’s where she’s from” and I feel there should have been some expansion to this point to round out her arc.
This didn’t hurt this episode for me but it makes Sasha’s ultimate decision to go home and leave behind Amphibia and Grime not feel as integral to her arc as it is Marcy’s (because it was very clearly the trajectory of her arc after the True Colors reveal) or as earned as Anne’s (she’s self explanatory. Her goal has always been to go back home and she has missed her family and home since day 1) for me.
I also think Marcy’s parents should have been shown. Her parents deciding to move is what kicked off the entire story so it seems odd not to show them at all.
It didn’t hurt how much I liked the episode. It just felt weird that they were teased with Anne sending the letters and the phone call with the Boonchuys in All In only to never appear.
Anne becoming a herpetologist who works at an aquarium was perfect. It makes complete sense. She can be surrounded by what she loves and create a homage to an important, formative part of her life. The “Get Lost in Amphibia” sign with the Plantar farm, toad tower, the three gems on the wall, mother olm above the doorway, and the frog she named Sprig all hit in the most bittersweet way. The Plantars and Amphibia will always be a part of her just like it is for Marcy and Sasha. She just found a different way to build it into her life and career.
I think the idea that they could come back together after all the time and distance that has come between them is really beautiful and it makes me tear up. I love this idea. I love how they meet up on Anne’s birthday, bring her presents, catch up, and take a new photo. I love the idea that things aren’t permanent and that sometimes you will grow apart but that doesn’t make your experiences together and the love you share pointless, it just takes on a new meaning. (My conflict comes from the things I pointed out above.)
This aspect of the epilogue makes me really emotional especially considering Anne’s narration “But of the things you let go, you’d be surprised what makes its way back to you.” The girls reuniting and hugging with Sprig in the foreground and the Amphibia setup around them was the perfect ending frame for this show.
There’s also more than one interpretation of this ending line. There’s the obvious one that the girls always find their way back to each other but it also has to do with how Amphibia has come back around and stayed in their lives long after they left it behind. That last shot is a recreation of the picture on the calamity box as well which brings it all full circle.
It’s also all of their adventures surrounding them and bidding them farewell. They spent months of their lives here and it has irrevocably changed them. So having one final goodbye even if they can’t see their found family again tugs at the heartstrings.
Amphibia is and will always be a big part of the girls and they all have things to help them remember it by. Anne has her job and setup at the aquarium which is one big homage to her second home. Sasha has the twin heron sword patch on her jacket and ornament on her rear view mirror along with the heron on the back of her jacket and the ax beetle guitar sticker on her mirror (and she was supposed to have a Grime eye tattoo on her wrist). She has reminders of her time there all over. And I am convinced that Marcy put aspects of their adventures in Amphibia in her webcomic. They all carry their experiences and memories with them even if they can’t return. And I love seeing how they all carried those experiences into their new life back on earth.
(I wish I could get a higher quality photo of the new polaroid)
I would be remiss not to talk about that final shot in the credits of the new bff photo the girls took. It’s a beautiful bookend to their story. The polaroid was such an important thing for every girl throughout the story but it grew and changed in significance with each of the girls. This new one symbolizes their new change in dynamic and friendship perfectly.
Anne is in the center rather than Sasha. Before Amphibia Sasha was the leader of their group. She made herself the center because of who she was. But now Anne is the center, the heart, of the group. Because she is the glue that holds them together. She is a big reason for Sasha and Marcy’s individual growth. They have their hands interlocked to show this but also because they will always be connected. Even with time and distance they will find each other and come back together because they are irreplaceable parts of each other’s lives.
The fact that our first sighting of the group was this polaroid stuck in a tree in the rain during the opening and that this is the last sighting of the group right before “Complete” appears in Thai bringing the series to a close is so poetic. This friendship started turbulent and bound to break apart but because of their individual growth their bond is unbreakable. They may not have talked every day over the past ten years but their importance to each other has never waned and the possibility of being close once again after this moment of connection is there. It’s open to the individual.
I love this series and I love these characters. I know this series will always hold a special place to me and I hope others manage to find connection in it as well.
Also Sasha Waybright is Bi and I love it.
#amphibia#sasha waybright#anne boonchuy#Marcy wu#the hardest thing#spoilers below the cut#I love this series#i can't believe it's over
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you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)
A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈
warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip)
words: 9.7k (oops)
a/n: wow it’s been awhile since I wrote one of these!! This has been half finished for a while and i finally got the inspiration to complete it. please enjoy!! 💖
Other parts: Kuroo | Sakusa
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Being Ushijima’s roommate is fairly simple. He’s easy to get along with once you get past his jarring frankness and strict regime. Seriously, the guy never changes his routine; working out at 6am, breakfast at 8, leaving for practice at 9, home at 5, dinner at 7, and in bed by 9 o’clock. He’s a machine, but you don’t mind his predictability. It certainly makes your life easier being able to plan around his tried-and-true schedule.
You saw his ad for a roommate a few months ago when you were desperate to get out of your parents’ house and into the world. They weren’t too keen on the idea of you living with a man, but upon meeting Ushijima, they changed their minds quickly. Neither of them able to believe that stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi would ever lay a hand on you. Plus, the deal was far too good to pass up, he is seriously underselling the room you’re currently renting; and there’s the bonus that he’s frequently absent at away games, leaving the entire apartment for you to enjoy alone.
You learned quickly to keep your mouth shut on who exactly your roommate is, never inviting anyone over anymore in fear of them finding out from the various volleyball paraphernalia Ushijima so sparsely decorates the apartment with. It became difficult for you to tell if people you just met actually liked you, or if they just wanted a glimpse of the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi and maybe an autograph. And don’t even get you started on his fangirls that he’s so oblivious about.
To your surprise, he was indifferent about having a roommate of the opposite sex. You thought for sure he’d try to ‘keep your honor’ or some shit like that, but all he’d asked you was what your job was to make sure you can pay rent, if you were tidy, and if you didn’t mind being alone. He’d seemed satisfied with your answers, and you’d moved in the following week.
The first and only time Ushijima has someone over, you get home from work surprised to see an interesting looking character standing in the kitchen across from him. They both look up at you, Ushijima giving you a slight nod in greeting while a wide smile spreads across his friends’ face.
“Ushiwaka! You didn’t mention your roommate is that pretty!”
Ushijima blinks as if he’s never considered that about you before, while you chuckle. “Ushi…waka?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone refer to him in such a casual manner before.
The red-head beams, slinging an arm around Ushijima that he surprisingly allows. “Yup, me and Wakatoshi have been friends since high school!”
Now it’s your turn to blink, never having expected Ushijima to have friends outside of volleyball. Especially not ones who call him by his first name. In fact, you don’t even know if he considers any of his teammate’s friends either. He doesn’t spend any time with them outside of volleyball (that you know of) and so far, this is the first person he’s brought to the apartment since you moved in.
“Well,” the visitor nudges Ushijima in the side, who’s expression hasn’t changed throughout this entire interaction. “Are you going to introduce me or what?”
Finally, Ushijima speaks, his deep voice rumbling through your chest as he says, “This is Tendo, we played volleyball together in high school.” He doesn’t show it, but he notices your piqued interest at that information.
“Oh?” You say, “Do you still play?”
Tendo waves his hand dismissively, “Nah, it wasn’t for me. And I’m nothing compared to golden boy over here.”
You try to hide your amusement. This is definitely not what you were expecting from one of Ushijima’s friends. Tendo is rather enjoyable and chatty, much unlike the stone of a man sitting beside him.
“Tendo is a chocolatier in Paris,” Ushijima supplies.
Now you can’t hide your surprise. “Wow! That’s really amazing. What are you doing in Japan then?”
“Just visiting,” he beams. “And of course, I had to see my best friend Wakatoshi-kun.”
“Are you going to his game tomorrow?” You ask, ignoring the way Ushijima’s attention focuses on you. He didn’t think you paid much attention to his volleyball schedule besides when he’s going to be away.
Tendo nods excitedly. “Wouldn’t miss it! You should come too!”
You open your mouth to give some excuse, but then close it again at Tendo’s expectant expression. You bite your lip nervously; in the time you’ve been living with Ushijima you’ve never once actually seen him play. There’s a part of you that avoids it, fearful you might become one of his dreaded fangirls. But you can’t refuse Tendo’s invitation, and to Ushijima’s surprise, you agree to attend.
Clapping his hands together Tendo says, “We get to sit in Ushiwaka’s special seats! Maybe I’ll bring some chocolates for us to snack on…” And when he sees your eyes light up at that, he smiles again, “Chocolate for the lady, done.”
You laugh, and then Tendo is seeing himself out, telling you he can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. And once he’s gone, you can’t help feeling like you don’t know what to with yourself now. Not with Ushijima’s stare boring into your back. After a minute he says, “You don’t have to come.”
And if this had been the first week you’d known him, you might’ve taken that a little personally. But knowing him, he thinks he’s just stating something. He doesn’t see how it can be interpreted as him not wanting you there. “No, it sounds fun! And Tendo seems nice.”
“Tendo is very kind,” he states, and you have to resist the urge to chuckle at him. Ushijima is not a man of words and if that had come out of anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought they were little strange. But in the months of living with him, despite your limited interactions, you’ve gotten used to his mannerisms.
Looking away from him, you start retreating down the hallway to the safety of your room, but before you disappear you say one more thing. “Plus, I’ve never seen you play.” Then you’re gone, not to be seen for the rest of the night. You don’t see him watch you until you’re out of sight. If you had, you would’ve been shocked by his dumbfounded expression at how the small smile you gave him made his heart stutter for a moment.
Ushijima has to leave much earlier than you do for the game, but he informs you that Tendo will be by to pick you up and go to the game together. Then, for the first time probably ever, he bids you goodbye and tells you he’ll see you afterwards.
Tendo comes by the apartment a few hours later, sporting an Ushijima jersey and a box of chocolates he asks to hide in your bag. For having just met him yesterday, he easily leads the conversation, asking you all sorts of things—though he seems particularly interested in your relationship with Ushijima. You try to assure him it’s nothing. Really, you aren’t even sure if you can consider Ushijima your friend. Right now, you’re pretty much strictly roommates and that’s it.
When you let it slip that you’ve never seen Ushijima play, Tendo is shocked. “Really? Not even on TV or anything?”
You shake your head. “Nope! I guess I never thought of it.” The lie slips through your teeth easily and Tendo doesn’t bat an eye at it.
Though he does grin telling you, “You’re in for a treat then! Have you ever watched volleyball at all?”
Your regretfully admit to him that no—you’ve never seen a game. You do vaguely remember the rules from high school, but they’re a bit fuzzy now. Tendo tells you not to worry and spends the rest of the train ride to the stadium filling you in on all the aspects of volleyball. And the more he talks, the more excited you get.
When you finally enter the stadium, Tendo is amusingly proud to show off your VIP tickets to be allowed entrance to the special seats reserved solely for Ushijima’s guests. To your delight, they’re some of the best seats in the house and you and Tendo get to work on the chocolates you snuck in while you wait for the game to start. Already the stadium is buzzing with excitement and you can feel your own continue to grow.
Meanwhile, Ushijima hasn’t said a word that he has visitors today. So, it comes as a complete surprise to his teammates when a chorus of cheers erupts from his seats when he enters the stadium. He doesn’t take note of how shocked his teammates are—he’s never had any spectators before. And none of them ever expected one of them to be a girl.
“So, who’re your friends?” Heiwajima asks during warm-ups, nudging Ushijima in the side and motioning his head towards you and Tendo.
“Isn’t that Tendo-san?” Kageyama notes, his own eyes up in the stands.
Without looking upwards, Ushijima replies, “It is.”
Heiwajima rolls his eyes. “Yeah, we aren’t so interested in him as we are the beauty sitting next to him.”
Now Ushijima lifts his attention, eyes drifting to you. He hasn’t told anyone on the team he has a roommate. Not because he has any reason to hide you, but there has never been a reason for him to bring you up. So, he doesn’t think much of it when he says, “That’s my roommate.” And then introduces you.
Everyone on the teams’ eyes nearly bug out of their heads at that information.
“Ushijima, you bastard!”
His brow furrows. Why is he a bastard? You’re just his roommate. And he never lied to anyone about you, nobody ever asked.
“Keeping that a secret from us this whole time!”
He ponders that. He wasn’t really trying to keep any secret. “It’s not a secret,” he says. “You never asked.”
The team guffaws at him and continues to grill him about you until Hirugami claps his hands and tells everyone to focus on the match. They’ll have plenty of time to discuss Ushijima’s secret roommate later. Again, Ushijima tries to explain it you were never a secret, but Hirugami brushes him off and tells him to start spiking warm-ups.
It isn’t hard for him to ignore you and Tendo during the game. He’s used to having nobody here for him, so he just treats it like any other day. It’s nothing special, he’ll play the way he usually does. Meanwhile, up in the stands, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You finally see why he works so hard, and maybe understand him a bit better.
He loves volleyball, you know that—but seeing him in action really drives it home. He’s a machine. Every time he serves or spikes you swear the other team’s arms are going to rip off from the force of the ball. And the sound that ricochets in the stadium when the ball connects solidly with the floor is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It’s like a clap of thunder rattling your bones and before you know it, you’re cheering loudly alongside Tendo with no qualms.
It’s exciting being here. You can feel your heart racing in your chest each time the Adlers or the other team is at a critical point, and sometimes you catch yourself holding your breath in anticipation for the outcome. You never thought watching a sport could be so thrilling.
And Ushijima is incredible. You suspected as much, but actually watching him for the first time is something else. You can’t help gobbling up the sight of him, his powerful thighs thrusting him into the air when he jumps, his biceps on display when his hand connects with the ball—and above it all, that sharp look in his eyes that sends goosebumps prickling down your spine without your permission. If Tendo notices you shamelessly ogling your roommate at all, he doesn’t comment.
He's oblivious to the fact he’s actually playing a lot more intensely than he usually does. Which some of his teammates never imagined possible. And most of them, besides the clueless ones alongside Ushijima, have a pretty good idea what’s different about this game. Though they can’t pinpoint if it’s just a result of having spectators in general, or if it’s you specifically.
The Adlers come out victorious after four hard sets, winning the first and second, but then having to snag the win in the fourth. You watch as the team gets swarmed by reporters looking for a post-game interview and Tendo tugs on your arm telling you that Ushijima is going to meet you by the locker room. You must give him a surprised look because he holds up the card dangling around his neck with a grin. “VIP, remember?” You giggle and follow him out.
In the locker room, Heiwajima and others try desperately to invite him, you, and Tendo out with them after the game. But he has to decline, you three already have plans. And he doesn’t wait around to see their disappointed expressions as he heads out of the room to look for you and Tendo. He finds the two of you nearby and once you catch sight of him, a smile splits your face in two.
“That was amazing, Ushijima! I’ve never had so much fun watching a sport before!” You gush once he’s in earshot.
“Volleyball is very fun.” He nods as the three of you head towards the exit. Ushijima purposefully avoids the spots he knows he is likely to be ambushed by reporters or fans, opting for a back exit instead that he sometimes uses when he wants to make a quiet escape.
“I had no idea being left-handed was such an advantage! Tendo told me it really throws people off apparently.”
Tendo sneaks him a smile and then throws an arm around his shoulder. “So, where is the great Ushiwaka takin’ us for dinner?”
You end up at a nice restaurant not too far away, and of course Ushijima gets recognized a couple times being this close to the stadium. He politely agrees to autographs and declines photos, seemingly unaware to the fact they’re just taking them secretly when they return to their tables. And while you’re waiting for your food to arrive, you can’t seem to stop talking about volleyball. Admitting that you’ll probably watch a few more of his games from home now and even cover your face in embarrassment when Tendo suggests you get your own Ushijima jersey to wear in support.
It’s then that Ushijima realizes he very much enjoys listening to you talk about what you thought of volleyball. Though he does feel heat creeping up his neck at the thought of you wearing one of his jerseys. All the while, Tendo is sitting beside you smirking up a storm, and Ushijima can’t for the life of him place why.
After dinner, when you’re walking a bit ahead of them and out of earshot, Tendo nudges him playfully in the side. “She’s pretty great, right?”
He looks at your back, expression unchanging. “She’s a good roommate.”
Tendo groans dramatically. “No blockhead—like, she’s pretty great, if you know what I mean.”
He blinks. “Do you want to ask her out?” Tendo can’t help slapping himself on the forehead. Who was he to think that Ushijima has any idea you are available, and he has a very high chance with you?
“Not me,” Tendo spells out slowly. “You.”
“I don’t want to ask her out.”
Tendo’s thin brows lift. “Are you sure about that?”
Tendo doesn’t miss his slight hesitation before he says, “Yes.”
And he doesn’t—you’re his roommate, and a good one. He likes having you around, but not the way Tendo seems to think.
But Tendo isn’t convinced. “Okay~,” he sing-songs before skipping up to loop his arms through yours and make you laugh about something. Ushijima thinks about that for a few minutes, why doesn’t Tendo believe him?
~
When you first moved in, it took a few weeks to get accustomed to each other. But once you figured out his schedule it became a lot easier. You know exactly when to hide in your room if you want to avoid him and when to come out once he’s gone. After going to his volleyball game, you especially try to avoid him during the times he’s walking down the hallway towards the shower, damp with sweat from a workout. Your brain can’t seem to function seeing him slick with the shine of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead, and a towel draped around his neck—it’s too much for you, as much as you hate to admit.
But one week, you swear he’s on a warpath to make you a stuttering, flustered mess. Despite knowing the fact you’re certain Ushijima has no clue he can have that effect on people, much less do it on purpose. But every single day he’s waltzing around the apartment without a shirt on and while he doesn’t seem to see the problem with it, you don’t think your heart can take it much more.
And it’s the final straw when you see him a few days later, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin as he saunters across the apartment from his home gym towards the bathroom in the hallway. All while you’re standing dumbfounded in the kitchen trying really hard not to get caught staring at his enormous biceps or the way the shine of sweat accentuates the dips of his abdomen. It’s in this moment you can truly understand why he has so many fans despite his rather stone-like demeanor.
“You have got to put a shirt on,” you blurt when he’s halfway across, knowing this will turn into some dangerous territory if he keeps walking around the apartment half-naked.
He stops in his tracks, his head cocking the only indication he’s confused by your statement. “I don’t want to wear a sweaty shirt,” he says by way of explanation. He doesn’t seem to notice your flustered expression. “I might catch a cold.”
You resist the urge to groan and slap yourself on the forehead. “Fine, then I’m wearing whatever I want around the apartment,” you say, determined to make him realize why he can’t just walk around like that. Though knowing Ushijima, you’ll never get through that thick skull of his.
And as you suspect, he simply replies, “Alright.” Before disappearing into the hallway and the bathroom to take a shower.
You lower your forehead to rest it on the cool countertop, shaking your head at how dense he really is. And you’re beginning to realize you think it’s endearing. While his infuriatingly toned body may be a major perk, you’re starting to see that you like him too. Now you actually groan. You swore this would never happen—not with Ushijima at least. But here you are.
After that, you make a pointed effort to wear the shortest shorts you can possibly find whenever he’s around. And you purposefully pair them with an oversized shirt, so it doesn’t look like you’re wearing pants at all. But if it has any effect on Ushijima, you can’t tell. You can’t help cursing his dumb impassive expression every time you retreat to your room for the night. Seriously—is he swayed by anything ever?
However, Ushijima hardly knows what to do with himself the first time you strutted out like that. He might be dense, but he’s still only human. His eyes naturally span down the expanse of your exposed legs and he has to grip his water bottle like a vice in order to keep it from clattering into the sink when you rise to your tiptoes to grab something from the top shelf. Your shorts ride up even more, hugging the curves of your ass as you stick it out to balance yourself.
You let out a surprised sound when he appears behind you, easily picking up the thing you were vying for and handing it to you without so much as a word.
“I really need a stepstool or something, huh?” You joke, taking it from him gratefully and blissfully unaware he was just blatantly staring at your ass.
He doesn’t say anything, but the next week you find a small stepstool leaning against the cabinets for you.
~
Staring at your phone in your hands, you thank any god listening that you brought it with you. How stupid do you have to be to lock yourself out of your apartment when you’re taking the trash out? Sitting on the floor against your door, you lean your head back on it and let out an exasperated sigh. You already went down to the office for help, they called a locksmith, and they aren’t available until tonight. And by that time, Ushijima will be home from practice and you won’t need the service anyways.
You have several options here. You could call a friend and stay with them until Ushijima gets back from practice, but they all live too far to walk to, and you don’t have your wallet. You could hang out in the apartment buildings lobby until he gets home, but if your phone dies, you’re stuck with nothing to do and no way to contact anyone.
The last option is slowly beginning to seem like your only option: calling Ushijima at practice for help. Burying your face into your hands you groan—you really don’t want to do that. Plus, you doubt he’s going to answer his phone anyways. After you sit there for a few more minutes, you take a deep breath and steel your courage. Leaving a message is better than nothing.
Despite deciding to call him, you still stare at his contact for a few moments before finally pressing the ‘call’ button. It rings a few times, then unsurprisingly goes to voicemail. When it beeps for you to leave your message, you swallow your pride and say, “Hey Ushijima, I know you’re at practice, but I locked myself out of the apartment…and the locksmith can’t come until tonight. If you by any chance get a break, would you be able to let me back in? I’d really appreciate it…sorry for the inconvenience and disrupting practice!”
Then you hang up and slump against the door again. Might as well head down to the lobby to sit somewhere more comfortable than the hallway floor. You turn the brightness down on your phone to conserve battery and resist the urge to just sit in the lobby scrolling through social media to pass the time. If he by some stroke of luck calls you back, you want to make sure your phone isn’t dead.
“Hey Ushijima, your phone was ringing in the locker room while I was in the bathroom. It was your roommate~,” Heiwajima teases. Ushijima slowly looks past his shoulder back towards the locker room door—that’s odd. You’ve never called him before. “And she left a message!” He coos.
Before Heiwajima can make any more comments, Ushijima strides past him to check his phone. They’re taking a short break and he doesn’t see a problem with making sure everything is alright. You wouldn’t have called if it weren’t important. He doesn’t see the rest of the team share suggestive looks behind his back. Before you, Ushijima refused to check his phone during practice, no matter how many messages he had (which are few and far between but still).
Upon hearing your message, he calls you back immediately.
You’re shocked that he’s calling you back within a half hour of your call.
“Uh, hi,” you say upon answering the call. “Sorry for bothering you. I’m surprised you saw my message so fast.”
“Heiwajima heard my phone ringing while he was in the bathroom.”
“Lucky me,” you joke.
He gets straight to the point. “I’ll leave now.”
Your eyes widen. He’s going to leave practice right now to let you back in? “Oh—um, you don’t have to do that! I’m just waiting in the lobby; I can wait until you have a longer break or something!”
“I can come now,” he says plainly. Then he hangs up on you. You sit back in the chair you’re sitting in and huff out a breath speechless. Never once has Ushijima left practice early. And now he’s just dipping out without hesitation because you’re a major idiot? You can’t fathom it, and the little voice in the back of your head that’s been slowly falling for him is absolutely swooning at the thought.
When he enters the gym again, Heiwajima finds him immediately, while the other members of the team look curiously on as he asks, “So, what’d she want?” Immensely interested in the fact that judging from his sweatpants and jacket over his practice clothes, Ushijima looks like he’s about to leave.
“She’s locked out of the apartment,” Ushijima explains as he heads towards the door.
The team looks around at each other surprised. They don’t get another word in as Ushijima explains to the coach the situation and says he’ll be back in less than hour. Then he’s out the door and a few of them start chuckling to themselves, while the more clueless members wonder why in the world Ushijima would willingly leave.
The gym isn’t far from the apartment, so it’s not long until you see Ushijima step through the front doors and sweep his gaze across the lobby. You greet him right away and the two of you get in the elevator. The silence is unbearable for you—though you’re sure he’s completely fine with it.
When you reach the door and he lets you in, you finally say, “Thank you. You really didn’t have to leave practice though; I could have waited.”
You swear his eyes soften, but it might just be your eyes playing tricks on you. He appreciates that you are being considerate for his time, but he found he wasn’t keen on the thought of you being locked out. It didn’t sit right with him. Not when he’s only 20 minutes away. He’ll be back in under an hour, and that’s better than you just sitting out here for several hours.
He just nods his head and says, “I’ll come anytime.”
At those words, that voice inside your head becomes a pathetic puddle and it’s an effort to keep your knees underneath you.
He can’t explain the way his heart lifts at the smile you give him. Stepping backwards into the apartment, you say as you’re closing the door, “See you when you get home.”
Home.
He’s surprised how that word coming out of your mouth makes him feel.
~
Any feeling of domesticity is thrown out the window the morning you’re walking around the apartment in one of his sweatshirts he lent you a few weeks back when you were cold. He’s stops in his tracks in the hallway seeing you in the kitchen at the stove cooking breakfast, his sweatshirt too big for you covering your shorts and just brushing your bare thighs.
Without giving him the chance to quell it, against his will, his dick strains against the front of his sweatpants and he rushes out the door with barely a goodbye in hopes you don’t see it. It doesn’t even go away on the train on the way to the gym, no matter how hard he tries. His thoughts subconsciously drift to the sight of you and how soft your thighs looked. It’s shocking to him how much he liked seeing you in his clothes. It was the same sort of sensation he felt when Tendo suggested you get yourself an Ushijima jersey—only it’s a hundred times worse.
He tries to ignore it, walking into the locker room like nothing is wrong, stripping his sweatpants and jacket off and shoving them into his locker before he looks around and sees Heiwajima staring at him with raised eyebrows. Then his eyes pointedly look downwards before he lifts them to meet Ushijima’s again. “You wanna deal with that before practice?”
“It’s fine.” He’s sure it’ll go away once he starts warming up.
But then his thoughts drift to you warming up and stretching in his clothes. You bending over, his sweatshirt sliding up your chest, revealing more of your ass and thighs as you count to ten. And any sort of effort he’d put forth to settle down is destroyed as his shorts feel uncomfortably tight. What is going on with him? He hasn’t been able to stop thinking of you as of late, and it’s only been getting worse.
Heiwajima just starts laughing. “Seriously dude, nobody wants to look at that all day.” Then he motions his head in the direction of the showers.
Ushijima’s eyes widen, realizing just what he’s suggesting. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually concedes. He won’t be able to play like this. Nobody seems to care as Ushijima grabs his towel and heads off to the showers, despite feeling distraught about what he’s about to do. He’s never really been one for masturbating, so it surprises him how easy it is to let you in his sweatshirt come to mind as he wraps a hand around his cock. And he comes a lot faster than he expects too.
That’s the first time he jerks off to the thought of you. He tries to brush it off as a necessity for him in order to practice well that day, but it soon becomes a terrible habit he can’t stop. Especially when you keep doing things that make him uncomfortably hard. Like still wearing those tiny shorts around the apartment, doing yoga in the living room, showing him your Ushijima jersey you finally ordered online—seriously, never in his life did he think this would ever become a problem.
He hardly knows what do with himself at this new infatuation.
~
Recently, you’ve started going out on dates because you’re beginning to feel this strange tension between you and Ushijima, and you have no idea how to deal with it besides letting some other guy pound you into a mattress while you ashamedly picture it being Ushijima instead. One night, when you’re bidding him goodbye as you’re on your way out the door, he asks you, “Will you be home tonight?”
Your heart stutters a bit at that word. Home. And then you feel disgustingly guilty that he’s noticed you don’t usually come back after these dates. Meaning you think even he can put the dots together on what you’re doing.
But really, he’s asking because what you’re wearing is already making his pants feel tight and even though it makes him feel a little ashamed, he needs to get his frustration out somewhere that you’re out spending the night with other guys. It makes him feel incredibly jealous—an emotion he’s not used to yet.
“Probably not,” you tell him, swallowing your pride about it and shutting the door.
For the next couple of hours, he tries to resist the demon in his head telling him to go sprawl out on his bed and think about you with his hand wrapped around his cock. But even after he makes dinner, works out, and takes a cold shower; it’s still there nagging at the back of his head. And he knows it won’t go away until he’s coming into his hand with your name spilling from his lips. He resigns himself to this becoming something he does now and heads off to his bedroom to satiate himself.
Your date is terrible. He wasn’t like this when you met him at the coffee shop last week, but tonight he must be feeling extra lucky. Enough to let his cocky, asshole nature shine through and you find yourself forcibly smiling your way through dinner. It doesn’t help that all you can think about is a certain stone-faced, stoic, gentleman who’s just sitting there waiting for you at your apartment. And just the thought of letting this guy touch you tonight makes your skin crawl. So, once the dinner is over, you end the date short, blaming it on not feeling well. He looks pretty put out that he won’t be getting his dick wet tonight, but you’re not inclined to care very much.
Unsurprisingly, the apartment is dark when you return. Ushijima goes to bed promptly at 9 o’clock every night, so you weren’t expecting to find him awake. So, you’re stunned into silence when you hear sounds emitting from his room on your way to yours. It sounds like he’s…panting? Is he working out?
Your brow furrows and your curiosity gets the better of you. You know it’s wrong, and such an invasion of privacy, but you just can’t stop your fingers closing around his doorknob, turning it slowly to just get a tiny peek into his room.
Your heart comes to a jarring halt at the sight you stumble upon.
Never, in your entire life, did you think you’d catch Ushijima Wakatoshi masturbating.
It never even occurred to you that is something he might do, not really seeming the type to.
And holy shit—is it a sight.
Your mouth involuntarily dries up at his enormous hand wrapped around his equally massive cock, pumping it from base to tip as his hips work in unison with his hand. His hair is a bit damp, and fuck—his cloudy, lust-filled gaze is making heat pool in your core. Additionally, he’s completely and utterly naked. Who the hell jerks off totally naked is beyond you, but you aren’t complaining as you watch the way the muscles of his abdomen ripple with each movement of his hips and breath he takes.
You could probably stand here watching him do this forever if you’re being honest.
That is, until your name falls from his lips.
You swear the floor drops out from under you.
At first, you think he’s caught you. But you soon realize that is very much not the case. His hips start shuddering, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his orgasm and you’re suddenly struck by the thought of: you don’t want him to finish without you.
And before you can hesitate, you open his door fully and step into his bedroom.
His reaction is nothing like you imagined from someone who just got caught masturbating by their roommate who’s name not two seconds ago escaped his mouth. Anyone else would have yanked their hand away and scrambled to cover up. But not Ushijima.
To his credit, he does cover himself, but he does so in such a calm manner, you’re shocked. Plus, you can see he clearly still has his hand around his cock beneath the blanket. The two of you just look at each other for a few moments, and after what seems like eons of silence, he opens his mouth and says, “You said you weren’t going to be home.”
Your brows raise, amused he’s chosen that as his defense. “I think I said, ‘probably not’ actually.”
His expression doesn’t change as your gaze drifts downwards towards his impressive erection that somehow has not gone away despite that he’s lying there in all his naked glory caught red-handed.
You lick your lips subconsciously. “Can I help you?”
He wasn’t expecting that. Nor was he expecting the way his dick twitched in his grasp at your words. Or how heat is spreading across his entire body at the way you’re looking at him. Is he really going to let this happen? He’s pretty embarrassed you caught him, but you don’t seem phased at all. To him, you almost look…excited.
You don’t really wait for him to respond, taking the way he eyes you up hungrily as a yes, and stepping further into the room. Tentatively, you start lifting away the blanket he covered himself with, and he seems to be in a daze as you toss it aside, baring him for you to see. Glancing up at him, you see he’s breathing heavily, his pupils blown wide as he watches you—and while he may not be able to tell you with words how he feels, his body is telling you enough.
But you still want to make sure. Settling yourself between his thighs, you set a hand on each of them and squeeze lightly to get his attention. His olive gaze rises to meet yours and you ask, “Is this okay?”
Without hesitation, he replies, “Yes.”
And if you know Ushijima at all, he means what he says.
You get yourself a bit more comfortable between his legs, chastely kissing each of his thighs, finding it immensely ego boosting at the way they tremble at your touch. You make your way to the base of his cock and lick one stripe up to the tip. He groans quietly at the sensation, realizing his hand will never be enough again.
His fists curl into the sheets beneath him as you take his head into your mouth, and you fail to suppress the quiet groan that emits from you at how heavy he sits on your tongue. Your mind immediately wandering to what he might feel like inside you—if this goes that far, that is. His eyes haven’t left you, watching you intently as you take more of him into your mouth, the weight of his heady gaze making heat pool between your legs.
Steeling your confidence, you hold his stare as you take nearly all of him into your mouth and start bobbing along his length. A barely audible hiss escapes him, the muscles in his arms straining with how hard he’s fisting the sheets. Yet, you still have his rapt attention, and it makes you want to make him feel so good he has to close his eyes and lean his head back against his pillow.
The thought of having Ushijima Wakatoshi a puddle beneath you makes your thighs clench together. An action that surprisingly doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
In a matter of minutes, you’ve made him throw all qualms out the window and you soon get your wish of seeing him let go. His eyes close, head leaning back revealing the strong column of his neck, and his hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing motions. A guttural groan escapes him when you hollow out your cheeks, and the sound rumbles through you before adding to the growing ache between your legs.
You can’t imagine he’s even close to reaching the end of his stamina, but you are certainly losing patience. So, you pop off his cock, and start making the motions to undress so you can finally fulfill your fantasy of riding him.
He startles you by lifting himself to rest on his elbows, his deep voice filling the silence, “Wait.” You pause, your dress already halfway off. He sits up and pulls you into his lap, completely unbothered by the fact your clothed core is now sitting directly atop his prominent erection. “Let me,” he says so softly you think you might combust.
His hands replace yours, and he gingerly unzips the back of your dress and starts sliding it off your shoulders, each inch of newly exposed skin met by the soft press of his lips. You have no idea if he’s ever been with anyone before, but whatever he’s doing is making your insides scramble and burn. His movements are slow and meticulous, like he’s savoring each touch are you’re positively melting in his lap.
Eventually, you have to stand up to shimmy the dress down your legs, but he sits at the edge of the bed waiting patiently before his large hands rest at your hips and pull you back into his lap. Now you’re looking down at him, so you lean down and press your lips against his.
He’s somewhere else entirely—heaven, maybe, as you kiss him. Your lips are soft, body pliant and warm against his as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. He groans involuntarily when your fingers slide into the hair at the base of his neck, tilting his head so you can kiss him even deeper. You’re pleasantly surprised when his tongue darts out questioningly and you happily open your mouth for him.
I’m doomed, you think as his tongue sweeps in at the same time he uses his hands at your waist to grind you down onto his hips. He feels absolutely huge beneath you, and you have no idea if he will even fucking fit inside you. “Fuck…Wakatoshi,” you breathe. His fingers grip a little harder at your voice saying his name like that, but you’re too dazed to notice what it does to him. You continue, “Fuck me, please.”
He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and for a moment you think he’s going to comply with your request. Instead, he murmurs, “Not yet.”
You almost pout, but then he’s unclasping your bra and lifting you to set you down on the bed. He doesn’t waste much time ridding you of your underwear next, and you have to resist the urge to cover yourself as he stares at you with a near predatory look in his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he says, clear as day and you feel heat course through your veins at his words.
He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world to him right now. The intensity of his wanton gaze making you squirm beneath it until he lays his body over yours, the comforting weight of him pressing against your skin as he takes your lips again. He elicits a moan from you, his fingers dancing along your sides and his tongue sweeping into your mouth, making you nothing more than a trembling mess underneath him.
His lips leave yours, but he slowly begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck and across your collarbone; almost as if he’s worshipping every inch of your skin before he reaches your breasts. He takes both of them into his enormous hands, the callouses of his fingers scratching along the supple flesh, making your back arch into his touch. Pressing a chaste kiss to your sternum, he rolls your nipples between his fingers, all while keeping his steady gaze on you. And you have no idea how the simple action of him just teasing your nipples while pinning you with those olive eyes is so unbelievably erotic your head begins to feel light.
And then he takes one of them into his mouth and you about lose your goddamn mind. How the fuck does he know exactly what to do? In the time you’ve known him you’ve never once seen him be even remotely interested in anyone. But at this point, you’re well past the point of caring how he learned his way around a woman’s body.
His tongue laps at the pert bud, all while he keeps his meticulous pace on your other nipple before turning the attention of his mouth to it. Without thinking much of it, your fingers dive into his hair, curling into the strands as he continues his worshipping. Though it does pull a deep rumble of pleasure from his chest that goes straight between your legs.
“Wakatoshi,” you pant breathlessly, chest heaving, desperate for him to do something about the growing ache at the apex of your thighs.
This time, he seems to heed your words. He pops off your breast and wanders with his lips down the expanse of your stomach, his hands finding purchase at your hips as he settles himself between your thighs. Your thighs tremble in anticipation as he presses soft kisses to each of them, fingers kneading your hips and pulling you closer to his mouth.
Never in your life did you think you’d have Ushijima Wakatoshi between your legs, looking for all the world like he’s about to devour you.
He groans as he slides his tongue between your folds, drunk on how wet you already are. And despite the fact his cock is throbbing almost painfully and leaking on the sheets, he knows to take his time. If you want him to fuck you, he has to make sure you’re ready for him.
You throw your head back, fingers fisting into the sheets as a lewd moan escapes your throat that only makes him bury his face even deeper into you. His tongue finds the bundle of nerves at the apex and sweeps across it, moving in small circles that have you finding purchase in his hair to keep him there as you move your hips in unison with his tongue.
A loud gasp fills the air as one of his thick fingers enters you, the ministrations of his tongue not stopping as he slowly pumps it in and out of your core. He’s kept his attention on you this entire time, his gaze never wavering as he watches you fall apart at his mercy. And he finds he’s thoroughly pleased at how easily his finger slipped into you, enough that he tentatively prods another one at your entrance that after a moment slides in without any resistance.
It’s so satisfying that he buries his face even deeper, his tongue pressing harder against your clit as you fuck yourself on his fingers. At the sensation of his second finger, your own find purchase in his hair, babbling utter nonsense that if you were in a clearer state of mind you might be a little embarrassed about.
“Please,” you beg, desperate for his cock inside you, “fuck me Wakatoshi. I want you inside me.”
He nearly falls apart at your needy request, but he isn’t finished yet.
You continue to plead with him, until you abruptly feel the absence of his tongue and you look down to find him staring intensely at you. Your throat clams up at his smoldering gaze as he says simply, “You aren’t ready.”
Your mouth drops open as you blink in surprise. Is he joking? Are you not frantically fucking yourself on his fingers right now, desperately asking for him to be inside you? How can you possibly be anymore ‘ready’?
“What are you talking about?”
Now his eyes drop, and very quietly he murmurs, “I’ve been told I am…quite large.”
“By who?” You blurt.
All he says is, “Others.”
You decide to leave it at that, your attention traveling to his erect cock, it pulsing so hard you can almost see it and dripping from the tip. You swallow nervously trying to imagine that going inside you. Ushijima just watches you eye him, his two fingers still knuckle deep in you, which he seems to have forgotten about as he angles his head in question. “Do you want to keep going?”
Warmth blooms in your chest at his concern. “I would very much like to,” you reply, smiling innocently at him, despite the fact the position you’re in is very much the opposite of innocent.
And the answering small smile he gives you makes your stomach flutter. It’s so soft and dazzling, it nearly knocks all the breath out of you. He presses his lips to your inner thigh, smiling against your skin, and all you can do is stare in awe of him.
Then, as if remembering where is fingers still are, he drags them slowly out of you, his mouth latching on to your clit once again before sliding them easily back in. Soon, he’s got you writhing on his fingers once more, toes curling and your own fingers gripping onto his bicep you can feel flexing with each thrust of his hand.
He waits a bit longer, until his fingers are soaked with your wetness again, before tentatively prodding a third finger at your entrance. He stifles his groan against you when he finds that it slips in along with the others effortlessly. Particularly as the grip you have on his biceps tightens, nails digging into his skin and eyes flaring open at the new sensation.
“Fu—fuck,” you mewl, holding on to him for dear life as he continues his slow and methodical pace. At this point, you’re practically shoving yourself onto his fingers, wanting him to fuck you deeper and trying to match the pace at which his tongue is flicking against your clit. The sensation becomes overwhelming, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort to not come around his fingers and mouth.
“Wakatoshi, please—I’m going to—,” you try to warn him, nails digging so hard into his arms that you’re leaving small crescent indents in his skin. He doesn’t stop though, not until you’re practically sobbing, “Let me come on your cock, please.”
That seems to be his undoing. His fingers and mouth abruptly leave you, eliciting a small sound of discontent from you. But you quickly shut your mouth at the sight of him leaning over you, aligning his hips with yours, one massive hand palmed around his cock as he pushes forward.
When the head of his cock sinks into you, a strangled gasp rips from your throat at just how utterly massive he is. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around his wrist to keep him from going any deeper as you say, “Slow.”
His brow is furrowed in concentration, as if it’s taking all of his willpower to keep from snapping his hips forward and sinking to the hilt in you. “Of course,” he growls, his voice taking on a deep tone that makes your toes curl.
And inch by glorious inch, he pushes deeper into you. His forearms coming to rest on either side of your head as he takes your lips to distract you from him nearly splitting you wide open. You tug him closer, fingers tangling in his olive hair, slanting your mouth against his and slipping your tongue inside which he gladly allows.
Eventually, his hips meet yours, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his toned chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he has to take in order to keep his sanity. The feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him is enough to make him hiss through his teeth, “Shit.”
The word alone makes heat pool in your core. Ushijima Wakatoshi never swears.
“Holy fucking shit.” You correct him. He’s seated fully inside you and you’ve never felt so full in your entire life. Your legs splayed out to either side from just how big he is, and once glance down confirms his thick thighs are shaking with the effort to be gentle.
He just shakes his head at your crass words, then pulls out slightly before ramming his hips back into yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close to you, your chest meeting his and his head finding the crook of your neck and he begins slowly. And while you’re very much enjoying each of his careful, deep thrusts, you very much would like to be pounded into his mattress. You’re certain he can.
You wonder if he’ll dirty talk with you.
Running your fingers through his dampening hair, you whisper against his ear, “You feel so good, Wakatoshi.” He merely responds with a kiss against your neck and a small approving growl that makes you keep going. “You know what I thought about anytime I was in someone else’s bed?” He makes no indication whether or not he likes you talking to him, so you press on. “This,” you murmur, “You.”
He stops, and for a second you think you’ve gone too far. But then he rises from your neck, and you swear to god—you almost come on the spot at the carnal glint gleaming in his eyes. Like he is about to utterly and completely destroy you. Your entire body buzzes with anticipation as he finally draws his cock almost all the way out of you before driving his hips home in a way that sends you into total euphoria.
His pace becomes brutal, his hips punishing, wordlessly making you realize it was a mistake for you to ever think anyone but him should be between your legs. It was pure luck you stumbled onto something you didn’t realize—he was immensely jealous every time you came home in the morning, clearly having spent the night with someone else.
It drives him so wild that he growls against your lips, “You’re mine.”
The words are so deliciously possessive, you can’t help the way your walls tighten around him, nor how your legs wrap around his waist and start helping him with each thrust of his hips.
“Yours,” you say, lips brushing against his. His hands wander down your sides, fingers digging into your hips pulling you even closer so that there is virtually no space between your bodies. He’s resting almost his entire weight on you, and his warmth and build is so strangely erotic, the coil in your stomach winds tighter and you can feel your impending orgasm begin to climb.
He cages you in his arms, hips never relenting, seemingly chasing his own release. His quiet grunts of pleasure are going straight between your legs, and you can’t help but start exploring the expanse of his exquisitely toned chest pulling an even deeper sigh from him making you almost melt on the spot. Your hands eventually find a place to rest in the dimples of his hips, relishing the sensation of his muscles moving beneath your fingers.
He refuses to finish before you, no matter how unbelievably tight you’re pulsating around him. So, he reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, pride filling his chest at how you moan lewdly; your head falling back and fingers grappling even harder onto his hips. He takes the opportunity to press kisses to your throat, shoulders, collarbone—any expanse of skin he can get his mouth on.
“Fuck—yes,” you groan, hands leaving his hips to weave their way into his hair, using your legs to push him even deeper and meeting each of his thrusts with your own. You start quivering under him, your body preparing for the onslaught of pleasure rising in your chest, threatening to snap at any moment.
You come completely undone when Ushijima commands, “Come for me.”
Something about his husky, lust filled tone; his lips making their mark all over your skin, and the harsh thrust of his hips sends you over the edge. Your body bows off the bed, and Ushijima meets you, his arms wrapping around your middle to press you against his chest as his lips latch onto your neck and he buries himself to the hilt in your wet heat.
For the second time tonight, he curses quietly, holding you to him as your walls pulse with your orgasm and he finds his own release alongside you. You hold on to his shoulders for dear life as waves of pleasure roll through you, your body spasming in his grip all while he kisses you softly. It’s tender and erotic at the same time. As you start to calm down, he claims your lips, tongue sweeping in as you push his damp hair off his forehead before cupping his cheeks.
He pulls away from you, only to set his forehead against yours, your warm breath mingling. Both of your chests are still heaving, and although it’s silent, it’s comforting as he holds you.
After a moment, you open your eyes and find his closed, his lips curved into a barely noticeable smile. It fills your heart seeing him look so…content. “Wakatoshi?” You say quietly. His eyes open and your throat closes at just how handsome he is. “I…I like you.” Your eyes close now, embarrassed at how pathetic that sounded.
“I’d hope so.”
Your eyes burst open finding him looking at you comically seriously. You know he doesn’t mean it as a joke, but you can’t help the smile that rises to your lips. He gazes at you curiously as you ask, “And? Do you like me?” As if his softening dick isn’t still inside you right now.
Though, it still makes your heart flip when he replies without hesitation, “Yes.”
“Good.” You grin. “I’d hope so.”
You kiss him again before he finally pulls out of you and without a word, he gets off the bed and disappears out into the hallway. You grimace at the mess between your legs but are pleasantly surprised when he returns with a warm towel to clean yourself up with. While you deal with the mess, he rummages around in his drawers and at first you think he’s looking for clothes for himself, until he hands you a pair of his briefs and a t-shirt.
You must eye them curiously because he sets them on the bed saying, “Sleep with me.” He doesn’t word it like a question.
Taking the clothes, you smile teasingly up at him. “I just did.”
To nobody’s surprise, he’s relatively unfazed. “Overnight,” he explains further. “In my bed.” Though the light dusting of pink coloring his cheeks as he says this makes you want to smother him with kisses all over again.
You slip on his clothes and climb beneath the sheets as your response. You watch him dress, marveling over the muscles shifting in his back and arms until he covers them and joins you in the bed. He draws you close to his side, letting you run your fingers across his cheek before settling at his chin and pulling his lips to yours. You kiss lazily until you both grow tired and you tuck your head under his chin, letting his fingers intertwine with yours and enjoying the affectionate kiss he presses to the top of your head.
He surprises you when he says into the silence, “Are we going to do that again?”
The chuckle that escapes you is by no means meant to be mean. He just fucked you better than anyone in your entire life and if you were in deep shit falling for him before this—you’re doomed now. Yet, you don’t mind in the slightest. Not when being here in his arms feels exactly where you should be.
So, you kiss his neck and reply softly, “Yes.”
You don’t see his answering smile.
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Lemme stop drooling rq 🤤 Kuguri, Futakichi, Suga, and Akaashi with a shy and thicc gf that has an amazing wap. It’s so good, they both get the gasping, eyes rolled back, and tongue out treatment from the pleasure. Her pussy is just an unexpected drug cuz they’re addicted and if they ever have a withdrawal, they get snappy and desperate. So when she has them come over to relax from all the volleyball training, these usual calm guys just fuck her like animals
YES this is IT!! Thanksss xx
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Warnings: minors do not interact, smut 18+, aged 18/timeskip , mentions 'puppy' and 'bunny' once, breeding kink an some degrading
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Kuguri
* when you started dating he didn't mind your shyness
* Liked not having to go out of his way and that you didn't ask for too much
* He found your shyness cute and comfortable
* Loved how you looked too, head imagining how you'll look wriggling underneath him
* But when he finally sank into you, his usual unbothered expression turned into surprise
* You were so wet, so warm, walls hugging his cock like it belonged inside you
* He could tell you didn't know how much he wanted to snap against you as mewl and whine at the stretch
* He missed how you looked beneath him
* He hasn't been able to get a taste of you for days because of practice
* His hands twitching to hold onto your hips when he thinks of you
* So when you call him over to relax and cuddle he wastes no time slipping off your clothes
* Your flushed face looking at him timidly as he runs his tip over your wet slit
* "Fuck, I think about this pussy so much. Gonna have you wrap nicely around me, yeah baby?" You moan as he pushes inside, a soft 'yes' you reply with
* "My little cumslut..fuck"
* The minute he bottoms out he can't help but hold your hips down and thrust merciless, groaning and flipping his head back
* Your wails unheard as he soaks in the way he slides in and out of you effortlessly
* Your clenching has his nails digging deep into your flesh
* It's just too good
* Too good that he pulls out and decorated your slit with his cum
Futakuchi
* The recent matches have been hard
* He's still frustration with how the last game went
* He found it hard to keep his attitude down, cursing others and insulting them all because his cock wasn't inside you today
* And now it's been 3 days since and he doesn't like the empty feeling
* When he sees you he instantly wraps his hand around your neck
* Smashes his lips against yours as he rubs his bugle against you
* Just against you, nowhere special, he likes just rubbing against you
* Groans as he watches you flop down on the bed
* Body jiggling as your eyes look up at him timidly
* "You know I need to fuck you everyday, so why did I have to use my hands yesterday?"
* Doesn't even want a reply
* "Such a slut, spreading your legs for me."
* Pushes and pulls away anything barring him from your cunt
* Smiles as he teases his tip with your wetness
* Slams forward and chuckles when you yell
* Drags you over his cock and he rolls his eyes back, gripping you tighter when you mumble at how it's too deep
* "Yeah..this is what happens when you don't give me a taste everyday, puppy."
Sugawara
* He needs you so bad and in every way
* After the intensity of the last game, he just wants to get his cock warmed by you
* What's worse is that he hasn't touched you for days and it shows
* He craves your pussy, how tight and wet you feel, he was being more mouthy and loud than ever
* And then you kindly offered for him to come over, very innocent in your approach
* You're both not sure what comes over him but he slams you onto your bed
* Pulls your clothes away and teases himself over your underwear
* "Did you miss my cock like I missed your cunt? Was my whore needy too?"
* Pushes it to the side and slips into your cunt, hitches your legs up so you thighs wrap around him
* His pace is hurried, balls slapping against you as he moans at the way you clamp around him
* Switches positions and has you ride him
* Hands full of your flesh as he grabs you hips
* Rolls his eyes back, biting his lip as you bounce on him
* "Fuck..bunny you're doing so well." Throws his head against the headboard as you wetness starts to leak down his cock
* Grunts as he helps you lift your hips and smashes you down against him
* Uses one hand to pulls your face to his as he shoots his cum into you
* Watches you shyly lift off his cock and locks his sight on the way his cum drips down you
* Flips you around and fucks you again
Akaashi
* One of the least to break out of frustration
* Yet here he is, hands twitching to touch you, feeling himself starting to grow, head imagining the way your tongue sticks out when he bottoms out against you
* He wouldn't tell you or anyone about how he's addicted to the feeling of your pussy sucking him inside
* The first time with you catching him so off guard, his was groan louder than expected
* And nationals hasn't help him from thinking about you
* The frustrations from the games, the lack of sex with you - it was building up
* He's thankful when you invite him over, respectful as he enters until your bedroom door shuts
* "Get on the bed now."
* Gets between your thighs and grinds his semi-solid cock against you
* "Akaas-"
* "Missed being inside this cunt. You're going to let me fill you, right doll?"
* He's so hasty
* Ripping your clothes off and slamming inside your wet, silky cunt
* You can't understand what's overcome your boyfriend as he squeezes your tits, swallowing your tongue in his mouth and harshly thrusts into you
* He watches the way your body jiggles, motivation to fuck you faster as he soaks the sight of you
* "My good girl" grunts when he feels you clench him harder, looks down to see you cream around his base and goes feral
* Bites and sucks your neck, angles himself deeper until you both have your eyes shut and panting
* And when you shyly run your hand down his chest, he breaks
* Sharp thrust upwards and he fills you up with his load, after shocks making his body involuntarily thrust a little
* Stays inside your sweet pussy to give you a long hard kiss
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Reiner - NSFW Alphabet
Reiner x F!reader
A/N: I really wanted to write something for Reiner and this happened! I hope you enjoy it. I might have added way too much drama for a simple nsfw alphabet but I have so many strong feelings for Reiner that I CAN'T. I'm just a simp... Okay, so keep in mind I made this thinking of post-timeskip Reiner.
Warnings: NSFW, obviously. Smut, fluff, angst. Some kinks discussed.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
First things first, he’ll help you get cleaned up. He will either get a clean rug or you’ll share a shower. He won’t leave you alone, asking if you’re okay, if you need help, leaving several kisses on your shoulders and lips.
He’s rather emotional afterwards too. When you are lying on your bed in the dead of the night, he doesn’t understand how you are able to love him after all he’s done. He embraces your body and buries his face right in the crook of your neck. Reiner inhales your scent as you trace random patterns in the broad expanse of his back. He trembles in the slightest of manners, and you hear a faint sob, but you don’t say anything. You let him stay like that for as long as he likes. Sometimes it takes five minutes for him to calm down, while other times, it takes hours. But you don’t mind, and let his warmth surround you. He’s ever grateful of your love and carefulness. It’s not easy to forget all he’s done, and it’s even more difficult to accept he must live with the weight of his sins, so these moments of some kind of normality crush him. But you’re there, ready to help him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He might be biased because of his training as the Armoured Titan, but he loves his arms and back. Reiner is strong and he uses it to his advantage. It makes him feel powerful and in control, more so when he has an opportunity in bed to show off his strength. He’s always elated when you absentmindedly caress his shoulders, arms and back.
Risking being vulgar, Reiner adores your ass. He takes a handful whenever he can – yes, even in public. If you wear something that accentuates your rear, the blond completely loses it, and it takes all his willpower not to kiss you and take you right there and then. During sex, it turns him on to see it, so he’s all into fucking in front of a mirror, or any position that lets him stare at your bum.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Reiner’s favourite place to cum is inside of you. He’s always a little scared, even with all the preventive measures, because the last thing he wants is getting you pregnant. Still, as a forbidden fruit, Reiner will enjoy every moment he’s releasing his seed inside of you, filling you to the brim. Unless you’ve gone a few rounds, Reiner’s cum is usually thick and abundant, always leaving a mess behind.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Reiner legit steals your underwear. He will regret it afterwards. But he does it anyways and more than once, he’s masturbated to your smell. To be fair, he would also steal other items that smell like you for those times you’re not around. Your scent helps him fall asleep and comforts him a lot.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He wasn’t that experience, although he had done the deed before. You live in a world where you could die in any moment, so he hasn’t held his urges that much. However, until he met you, he hadn’t let any of his previous partners see his most vulnerable side. Reiner always had that façade of confidence and assurance, that he always knew what he was doing, when in reality he was just faking it and hoping no one would notice. With you, that came to an end and he finally admitted he wasn’t as sure as he was supposed to be. Of course, it led you to a journey of exploration and you’d confidently say he’s now an expert. Reiner knows your body like the back of his hands, and he know exactly what to do to make you moan the way he likes. And of course, he’s an expert in making you cum whenever he wants, and for him, that’s enough experience.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favourite position is the one where you ride him with your ass facing him. He loves the view of your rear, that you can use him as you like for your own pleasure and that he can touch wherever he wants. He just sees advantages this way. Reiner would start eating you out while you were on all fours, getting you wet and ready for his cock. He’ll take his time as he savours your essence. Then, with his strong arms, he’d help you slide into his dick and grope your waist and your butt.
Since you often complain of him getting the best views, he’s committed to try as many positions as humanly possible. So, every other day, it’s an adventure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It really depends on Reiner’s humour. Sometimes, when sadness hits him, he just wants the solace of your body. During those times, he barely talks, and you answer to his silent pleas with actions rather than words. On the other hand, when he’s in a good mood, he loves teasing you. He’ll banter until you get slightly offended, all heated and cute, and then kiss you everywhere.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Reiner doesn’t have that much time to shave, so he just does labours of maintenance from time to time. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes. He’s got a dirty blond mop of hair down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The blond gets too into it. He looks at you in the eye and smiles adoringly. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear when he’s embracing you, your skin on his. He repeats all the time how much he loves you, how amazing you are. Reiner’s the whole romantic package. It may backfire, though, because if it becomes too emotional, he might cry. He doesn’t believe he deserve any happiness, much less with you involved, so an uncontrollable, deep horror takes his heart until he can’t take it anymore. Thankfully, your reassuring words help him forget all those intrusive thoughts. You’re quite used to Reiner’s ups and downs, so it won’t ruin the mood that much, and you will continue your activities at some point during the night – or right away if Reiner insists.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When he steals your underwear, it’s inside his coat’s pocket. Reiner takes them with one big hand, while the other goes to his girthy cock. He’s working on paperwork, most likely, and alone in his room or an office. He starts slowly pumping his dick up and down, turned on by your smell. Then, he thinks of the last time you were with him and his pace increases until he can’t take it anymore.
His favourite place to masturbate is the shower, though. His muscles relax under the hot water and he can let go all the tension that’s been accumulating there all day. Reiner can spend hours there. And he’s so kicked back, that his hands slowly roam his body and find his dick. He will lean against the wall, supporting himself with this free arm. His quiet moans get drowned by the noise of the shower, and he can take as long as he wants. So he strokes himself slowly, lazily into completion. One of the best parts is that he doesn’t have to clean all the mess he leaves, since he’s already under the running water. One of the worst parts is that he’s alone and, even though he enjoys it, but it’s not the same as being with a partner.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Is dry humping a kink? Because he adores it. Reiner loved watching your body rub against his with clothes on. This way, he can see how your face becomes more and more desperate for him to take you, and he loved the feel of being needed. So, yeah, he’s all into you both wherever you are – the chair, the sofa, the bed – making out, his tongue exploring your mouth, while you are riding his thigh, or your crotches rub together.
Reiner is into spanking, too. Not as a punishment. He’s just so turned on that he forgets all his manners and morals and spanks you sporadically. However, when the skin he’s hit turns red, he regrets it deeply. He feels bad, because it reminds him of all the harm he’s done, and you are always so loving… You like it anyways, so when you see the shadow of doubt grace his face, you reassure him that you enjoy it just as much as him. He still feels like a brute, but a happy one.
Finally, edging. Reiner has never had the reins of his own fate. Never. He became a warrior to please his mom and basically, his life has been determined by the decisions of other people. Most of the time, he feels helpless. Therefore, his love for edging roots in the control it grants him. He can decide when you are going to cum, when he’s going to give you your reward, and he loves that. It’s weird, because he’s not usually attracted by the idea of dominance over you, but this does it for him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Truth be told, he’d make love to you anywhere. He likes the risk of both of you being caught, so I’d say an unfrequented yet public place. And he’ll never lock the doors, because there’s something appealing at someone seeing with their own two eyes that you love him, that he’s a great lover and that you chose him. He might be into exhibitionism a bit, but at the same time, he’s too shy to be open about it. In the end, he’ll try; Reiner kisses you deeply in the secluded but risky space, like the cleaning supplies closet, but just when things get heavy and sexy and you slide your hands to grab his dick, the blond proposes moving to somewhere more private. You’ll tease him a lot, and you’ll convince him to have sex in a place where you’ll get caught. On those rare occasions, you notice Reiner is hornier than usual. Actually, whenever you are in bed, just the fleeting mention of those episodes makes him lose his mind.
Other locations he enjoys, or rather pieces of furniture, are armchairs and sofas. The close contact it gives you, because you can’t lie down, makes him be able to reach any part of your body and cage you, so he’s all into it. Besides, it’s quite refreshing from always doing it on the bed. And it’s a plus if it’s not his or yours, for tainting an space that’s not yours adds to the spice and the fantasy.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Your whole self gets him going. You ass, mainly, but also your cute and gorgeous face, your voice, your body… When you dress up for him, it’s a treat. There’s no better gift. He can’t believe how lucky he is that someone like you loved him. Apart from those things, what gets him going is dirty talking. Mention his kinks and he’ll be up and ready to fulfil his duty. He’s filled with energy, love and anxiousness, so Reiner is nearly always up for sex.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Reiner is a bit possessive, so I think a threesome would be kind of a turn off, even though he might enjoy it if he tries it with someone he trusts. He’ll be reluctant to try toys, simply because the idea makes him all shy and uneasy.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Our favourite blond gives oral like a starved man. Your taste enticed him, and he can never get enough of you. He laps and laps all over your clit time after time, then lets his tongue roam inside your hole. At some point, he uses his fingers as well, because he doesn’t have the heart to tease you and wants to make you come. He’s going to give you more orgasms afterwards, so he won’t skimp on the pleasure he gives you.
There are few times in which you give him a blowjob and he’s not eating you out. During those rare occasions, he treats you as if you were made out of glass. His fingers caress your face and your hair delicately, and he tries staying as still as he can. Even when you scratch his thighs lightly, or play with his balls, he’ll behave, as disciplined as the soldier he is.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Reiner always starts slow and sensual, but it doesn’t last long. Not in the least. He gets impatient and once his mind is set and he sees you like it, his rhythm becomes relentless. It’s quite the experience, to be ravished in that way, but he can’t help it. Yet, in the rounds following the first one of the day, he’ll relax and control himself better. That’s when your most tender moments during sex are shared. He’s no longer chasing your high, but enjoying the moment, and you share loving words. This can last a lot, until you are oversensitive and cum because you’ve been at it for so long, you can’t take it anymore. Reiner, on the other hand, just comes at the same time because he can’t contain himself when you’re contracting around his cock.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t like quickies. If there’s no other option, he’ll take it. Sometimes you can’t see each other as frequently, and you’ll have a mere hour together, so those are the occasions where he might accept a quickie, but it’s not his style. He needs his time to properly adore you. Otherwise, it leaves him cold a confused. Reiner considers quickies a bit soulless and he gets a bit paranoid that you’re distant or angry. Because of this, he prefers avoiding quickies altogether, because even though he knows those thoughts aren’t real, they make his heart ache even more in your absence.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Reiner likes to experiment different positions. He will try every position at least once – or almost any position. And he takes mental notes of the ones you enjoy the most, for real. Yet the only real risk he takes is having sex in semi public places, and it happens really far in between and at your constant begging. Reiner loves the idea of exhibitionism but can’t handle his shyness.
When it’s late at night, and you are in an office where anyone can enter, you kiss his lips with passion. He knows where this is going, and he’s torn. But your lips are so soft, and your hands roam across the muscles of his shoulders and arms… and he’s forgotten almost everything already. He’s sat on an armchair, so you climb onto his lap, straddling him with your legs. Your fingers begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, and his dick is already hard and pressed against your sex.
“What are you doing?”, he murmurs.
“Nothing”, you answer. You slowly sway your hips back and forth and Reinter lets out a moan. You let your tongue roam his mouth as you pull on the blond locks of his hair, then his hands find your waist. He’s squeezing you, and he answers to your movements with his own.
There are voices outside, but you don’t care. You undo his pants, and his dick breaks free. You discard your underwear, grunting at the lost of contact, but quickly come back to him.
“So?”, you tease.
“Let me have you already”, he sighs. You’ve caught him unarmed, and he’s ready to surrender. During the hour you are there, nobody interrupts you, but the noise outside is constant. You know he notices because his cock twitches every time. But you can see, at the same time, that he’s having way too much fun.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Reiner’s first round is usually the shortest, because he’s dying to have sex with you. Still, compared to other guys, it’s a long period of time. But once he’s come and breathe a bit, he wants more rounds. And this time, he’ll last much longer because he will be focused on enjoying all you have to offer instead of being overwhelmed with your presence. Reiner, all in all, is a guy with a lot of stamina, and being a warrior only enhances that aspect.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own toys and he’s reluctant to use them. You might be able to convince him little by little. First, you could introduce him with toys he can use with you… but it will take long and a lot of patience.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You tease him way more that he does tease you. Instead, he loves to spoil you, and even when he’s edging you, if you plead way too much, he’ll let you come. He’s got a heart of gold deep inside, and he can’t avoid not giving you something you want. Reiner’s just like that, attentive and helpful.
He enjoys teasing you with words, though. And he’ll tease you about every little thing you can think of. Until he finds a certain aspect that particularly irritates you, which he will use to his own benefit. He loves when you seem angry, but can’t resist his advances.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s usually silent, releasing a moan here or there. But he will dirty talk a lot, so be ready. He starts with obscene sentences, but he softens and ends up being a flustered mess saying loving words. But the things he says, corny or not, do turn you on.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Modern AU! Reiner is not the kind of guy to send dick pics. However, the first time you were sexting, he sent a video without a warning. You hadn’t even sent each other a picture, so it caught you by surprise. It was incredibly sexy, as he was caressing his dick through his underwear, then taking it out and pumping it up and down. However, it took a few minutes to reach, which were enough to make Reiner paranoid. He started apologizing, until you phoned him and told him to come to your place right away.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Reiner is not the longest, but he’s thick. And when I mean thick, I mean that he has to make an effort to make you wet and ready for him. You love it, because it fills you completely and you can feel every little movement, so the stimulation washes over your whole body. He’s very confident in the way he makes you feel, so he likes his size. It’s also slightly curved upwards and a bit to the right, and his head is bright pink. He has foreskin and there’s a big vein gracing the left side. He’s never really thought about his dick at any level – he hasn’t done that thing of comparing his prick to his friends’ – but he can feel his heart swell with pride when you compliment him and praise him, and when you worship him with your mouth.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
This man always wants sex. Unless he’s really, really sad, in which case he needs a good hug… and it sometimes leads to sex because your body pressed against his own and he can’t control his urges. Fortunately, you’re almost always as needy as him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Reiner has a lot of troubles falling asleep. You’re more likely to drift off first. He’s always dwelling on something, but he won’t be anxious. Instead, when your asleep right next to him, even if he’s awake, he feels calm and a sense of peace.
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