#wanted to release this on his birthday but I was too eager lol
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Happy Birthday
Drabble written for Jjong’s Month
In this dizzying world the reason I breathe it’s you~
Pairing : Jongyu
Genre : Angst; fluff
Word count : A little over 1k
'' Happy birthday... '' Jonghyun reads out loud with a sigh. He throws the nicely decorated card on the floor and picks up another one.
'' Happy birthday... I wish you all the- '' The rest of the message is ignored with another flick of the wrist.
Jonghyun picks up another card and another and another until the pile they had formed on the table was now a mess on the floor. He sighs to himself, again, depressed and unimpressed by all those 'nice' gestures.
His hand reaches for the espresso he had taken the time to make himself right before settling in front of the wooden table. His fingers tap against the porcelain as if it was a keyboard, following the quiet and comforting rhythm of the rain tapping against his window.
'' Happy birthday '' Jonghyun tells himself, the words breaking once again the silence in the room. The corner of his mouth raises into a crooked smile, a broken smile. He knows he should be happy; everyone is happy on their birthday. But he is not everyone. He's the odd one. The one who cries too much, who has weird conceptions of this world and who prefers to be alone most of the time. He is the one no one would suspect has so much pain trapped into the body he has always found too petite, too delicate. He doesn't hate himself, he just doesn't feel like he belongs to this world.
A world so dizzying it makes his mind spin at night and his heart feel heavy during the day. Day and night, he feels weird, awkward and his birthday is just the landmark reminding him he has to endure these feelings for yet another year. The only silver lining he sees in the dark skies shading his soul is that is he has made it so far.
'’ I'm still here ‘' he congratulates himself silently, the smile he still has going on feeling a little more genuine.
He enjoys his silence and his espresso letting everything fall to the sidewalks of his mind. He only leaves one thing walk down the route of his consciousness. The thought has him dealing with this always weird cocktail of warmth and dread.
Jonghyun feels himself get tense and nervous but most of all excited. He doesn't want to call what he is feeling happiness to prevent himself from ruining it. Instead, he just keeps acknowledging that he is lucky enough to have been granted this endless blessing, to have been given another soul with whom to share his life with.
He looks at the clock on the wall facing him. '’Soon'’, he realizes. This only has his previous sorrow dilute into a surging pool of anticipation. He taps on his now empty cup, his sharp teeth diligently working his bottom lip. He gets more and more nervous with each passing second, with each passing minute. He knows his feelings haven't changed, but part of him is scared the other's have.
Their last encounter had been marred with a bittersweet feeling. A feeling that came from the knowledge that they weren't going to see each other for weeks. Jonghyun had cried and had been held and comforted, but the feeling of loss he had felt after the other's departure hadn't been any less painful.
Thus, in this moment, Jonghyun can't help but wonder if their reunion is going to live up to his expectations. He is left to wonder if he has dreamed all of it...
His heart jumps in his throat as the doorbell rings. He gets up, not minding the mess he has left on the floor. He is almost skipping to the front door, the sudden spark of joy inside him trumping any doubt he has had.
He opens the door and squints. He has been bathing so long in the dark that the sudden brightness that exudes from the other is almost too much. Before he can even utter a word, he is embraced by the warmth of the sun; by his sun. A happy sigh leaves his lips as strong arms wrap themselves tightly around his tiny waist. He hugs back, arms settling higher, comfortably around his lover's neck.
'' Happy birthday '' Jinki says softly against his ear.
A shiver runs down Jonghyun's spine as he is reminded of the hot buttery voice of his boyfriend. Of all the presents he has received, his voice is the only thing he needs.
He is the first to pull back from the embrace, wanting to lay eyes on the beautiful light that is Jinki. He only gets a clear view for a second before he is left blind with tears.
One of his hands grasps desperately at the front of Jinki's jacket as painful sobs leave him.
'' What's wrong, baby? '' Jinki asks, panicked. His arms have already found their way back around Jonghyun's small frame, unconsciously rocking them back and forth in a soothing manner.
'' Nothing... '' Jonghyun croaks out between sobs. '' It's just... '' He takes in a sharp breath. '' Thank you. ''
The words hit Jinki's ears but he is not sure he understands.
'' What? Why? ''
Jonghyun manages to even out his breathing with a few deep breaths. He is still holding on to Jinki as he puts his thoughts into words.
'' It's just... you. You make me so happy. I'm so happy you're here, '' he explains against the taller one's chest.
'' Jjongie...'' Jinki holds him even tighter, if that's even possible. '' I should be the one thanking you for being born on this day. For coming into my life. '' The words are soft and sincere, a balm to Jonghyun's doubts and fears.
Jonghyun looks up, eyes still watery. '' I love you. ''
Jinki smiles his widest smile. '' I love you too, Jjong. ''
Jonghyun pulls him in for a kiss, sighing as Jinki instantly claims his mouth hungrily.
'' Bed... '' Jonghyun mumbles before Jinki kisses him again.
Jinki nods into the kiss, taking his time to enjoy the sweetness of Jonghyun's mouth, before he pulls back slightly.
Their eyes lock and Jonghyun feels like his heart is about to explode. He feels so happy, no not happy, blessed, lucky. He takes Jinki's hand in his and drags him towards his room.
On their way, Jinki notices the pile of cards on the floor, but doesn't say a word. He knows how Jonghyun feels about this particular day so if anything that kind of behaviour is to be expected. He is glad Jonghyun isn't looking at him right now or he would see the sadness in his eyes. He just wants Jonghyun to be happy.
'' I will make it better, baby, '' he silently promises himself as he is pushed down onto his mattress.
He flashes his brightest smile again, erasing any other emotion from his face.
'' Happy birthday, baby. '' His words come with a soft caress on the other's cheek, leaving Jonghyun a little flushed when he brings his hand down.
Jonghyun feels so loved, so safe, he can't help but smile.
'' Thank you. ''
#wanted to release this on his birthday but I was too eager lol#jonghyun#onew#jongyu#I can never write pure fluff#always gotta have the sadness in there#shinee#jjongsmonth#hope some of you enjoy lol#got more to come#eeep#this projet makes me happy beyond words#sarastuff:jongyu
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Happy Birthday Remus!
Warning: Lol, this is literally just smut. Smutty smut smut.
Female/male receiving, oral, edging, degradation, Fem!dom, Spitting, creampie, basically explicit sexual content. Minors DNI
Description : Remus wants something special for his birthday, something out of the norm.
Wolfstar x Fem!Reader
Word count : 1721
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Here you were.
It was ridiculous really.
You always behaved, maybe needy, but never bratty. Yet Remus and Sirius always found a way to push you out of your comfort zone.
So here you were.
Straddling Sirius as his arms were bound by leather to the head board, only in his boxers. Normally it would be the other way around. Sirius was not submissive and quite the bratty bottom. Sirius smirked up at you, challenging you just knowing he could easily get his revenge.
You see it was Remus’s birthday and you’ve always been very eager to please. You remember the day before asking what varying chocolate sweets Remus would want for his birthday. You knew he had a hard time accepting gifts, but you knew he’d appreciate some baking. So you wander into the living room to see Remus lying against Sirius as he read. Sirius was drawing lazy circles against Remus and you forgot why you weren’t settled there too, before you snapped out of it.
“Rem, darling?”
Rising up from his very comfortable seat, he walked towards you, gave you a quick peck before responding, “Yes love?”
“I know chocolate cake is your favorite, but is there anything else you want me to make? Just ask and I’ll do it.
Remus smirked for a second, “anything?” he asked.
“Of course, silly.” You looked up at him questioningly. It’s his birthday, you weren’t likely to say no.
“I do want something for my birthday, but it’s not food.”
Sirius’s head popped up in surprise and as his eyes reached yours he found your reaction matched his own. Remus didn’t like people buying things for him. Before you could even ask what he wanted Remus was whispering something in your ear that made you shiver. Sirius arched his eyebrows at you in question and you just stared back, much too embarrassed to respond. Knowing how easy it was to get you flustered he turned to Remus for an answer. And that’s when Remus had the gull to laugh and say,
“Oh, you’ll find out”
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So here you were wearing a colour of lingerie that Remus adored on you, Straddling Sirius, not believing that Remus wanted you to dom him as he sat safely from a distance on a chair at the foot of the bed. It would be an easier task to make Remus the minister of magic than it would be to manage Sirius. You were a very gentle soul and that was one of the reasons the boys fell in love with you, but Remus had gained so much amusement at the prospect of you dominating the untameable, and it was his birthday, so you were forced to oblige.
There was Sirius with that menacing grin, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
You turned back to Remus for some sort of moral support but he just stared back, palming his bulge clearly eager for you to get a move on. Then Sirius did something that would have gotten you punished ruthlessly (by him no less) and thrust upwards at your core and stated, “come on, I thought you were supposed to be paying attention to me?”
You glared down at him. The audacity to edge you for hours for not responding quick enough, or not begging enough for his liking and you turn your head for one second and he has the nerve to act like that. Your usual gentle tone was diminished and if the tone wasn’t warning enough your words definitely were.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to move and let’s make one thing clear you fucking brat.” You didn’t see but you were sure Remus’s eyebrows were raised as Sirius returned your glare with ease “You are tied up for my pleasure right now, and through mine you’re tied up for Remus’s too. So if you can’t be a good boy I won’t hesitate to treat you with the same mercilessness that you treat me with. Are we understood?”
“Fine.” He grinned.
“That’s a start at least. Open your mouth.” you commanded.
When he didn’t do so you squeezed his jaw between your thumb and forefingers the same way he does, forcing his mouth open on your own.
“I said to open your mouth, I knew you were useless, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so dumb.”
It felt so good to use his words against him. Apparently slipping into a dom role would be easier than you thought. With your new surge of confidence you leaned forward and spat in his mouth. You clamped his jaw shut and plugged his nose quickly after.
“Swallow” you commanded.
And he did.
You started to grind down on him then earning a moan from Sirius.
“Aw you like that baby? Your cock is so hard right now, I bet it’s aching. Bet you want nothing more than to fuck me senseless. Too bad you’re such a brat. Do you wanna make it up to me?”
You continued grinding, but he said nothing. You slowed to a torturous pace, “I said do you wanna make it up to me”
“Yes” he said quietly.
“Speak up, Remus needs to hear you too love.”
“I said yes” and with that it was your turn to smirk.
You got up and removed your underwear and made your way to Sirius’s face to straddle that instead. Before you sank down you said, “I want you to make me cum with only your tongue before I even think about returning the favour.” Not bothering to wait for a response you sank down on him and surprisingly he was being obedient. As his tongue greedily lapped at your pussy you turned towards the chair at the end of the bed. Remus was jacking off, eyes hungrily watching.
“See, now that you’re finally being a good boy Remus can feel good too. I can’t believe you would make him wait so long you selfish brat.”
Sirius knew it would be too dangerous to respond so he just continued tonging your clit.
You decided to give him a little treat since you were getting so close and leaned back to pull his throbbing length out of his boxers and stroke it.
Remus was having the time of his life. He knew what potential you had. Especially seeing the slight defiance in your eyes when Sirius would make you call yourself a whore for them. You enjoyed making them feel good, but Sirius deserved a taste of his own medicine. He couldn’t wait to see what you would do next.
As you ground down on Sirius’s face he finally brought you to your release. Sirius was close too, and as his hips rushed up to meet your strokes more and more desperately you released his dick. He groaned in frustration.
“Don’t be a baby, you do this to me all the time and besides if you think a plaything like you gets to cum before the birthday boy you are sorely mistaken.” She undid his bonds “Stand up.”
Sirius was very happy to be free but as soon as he was you were using the same bonds to restrain his hands behind his back.
“On your knees, in front of Remus, now.”
Sirius eagerly obeyed, not wanted to risk the chance of not getting his release he needed so badly.
“Sirius I want you to beg for Remus’s cock.”
Sirius raised his eyes from Remus’s red, swollen member to Remus’s lustful gaze.
“Go on, what do you say? I'll give you a hint, you make me say it all the time.”
“Please.” Sirius quietly muttered.
“Please what?” this time Remus spoke up.
“Please may I suck your cock?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely”
Soon enough Remus was fucking Sirius’s face as you were knelt beside him. Placing delicate, yet intense kisses across his shoulders and neck, while still whispering the odd dirty statement. Loving that Remus turned the tables for you and excited for when Sirius would turn them back.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” Remus pulled out and watched intently as Sirius swallowed and as you cleaned up what Sirius missed.
“Please please I’ve been so good now can I please cum too?” Sirius asked looking at you.
“I don’t think so” Remus responded, “y/n has been much better than you so I think I’ll be making her cum again while you watch on the chair.”
It was so much fun watching tears roll down Sirius’s cheeks as Remus fucked you from behind.
Maybe it was your birthday instead you mused to yourself as Remus slammed his cock into you brutally, making sure you and Remus both would get to come for the second time that evening. Remus wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed your back to his chest, while his other one made his way to your clit mimicking the furious pace of his pounding.
“Isn’t she so pretty? Pads, look at her all fucked out. This is what a good pet looks like. Fuck she’s so tight, bet you wish you could cum in her pussy like I’m bout to.”
You just whined at that, completely aware of the fact you could climax by Remus’s words alone.
“You like that Pup? You like knowing you’re my good girl? Come on, be a good girl and make a mess on my cock.”
Your orgasm washed over you in a burst, Remus prolonged it by continuing to strive for his own high. Just before you were about to cry it was too much Remus was releasing his big load inside you. As you were both catching your breath you were interrupted by soft sniffles coming from the foot of the bed.
“Don’t cry sweetheart” Remus cooed “You can have your turn now. y/n do you wanna help our Siri out”
You gathered your strength and clambered off the bed. On all fours you made your way to Sirius before nestling yourself between his legs on your knees. Finally Sirius sighed in relief as your lips wrapped around his cock. If tonight taught him anything, it taught him he was going to be praising you much more for what you put up with.
“I love you y/n”
He really meant it, and not only because he was cumming down your throat.
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could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)
Aw shit, here we go again...
NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu
gn!reader focused
A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off
𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊
He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.
𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙
He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒
When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.
𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙
It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.
𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊
So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.
𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.
𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞
Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.
𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗
I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:
What hair?
And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.
𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋
When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.
𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐
I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped
𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.
𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.
𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!
He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.
𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑
Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.
𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊
Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.
𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊
Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.
𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐
Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.
𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆
Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.
𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞
One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”
I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset
𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗
Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”
𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊
He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.
𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉
Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.
𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞
he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.
𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.
𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟
He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.
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Father Figure - Disappointed
Prelude - I get so many asks about the same thing and so I put them at the bottom lol otherwise this would be so long. Also I combined them, RIP sorry pals I suck. Anyways, remember guys, bad people exist. If someone is hurting you or you suspect someone you know is being hurt, please talk to someone, please don’t let yourself settle into “This is normal, this is fine”. It’s not normal, and it’s not fine. The national sexual assault hotline in America is 1-800-656-4673 and it’s from a organization called RAINN.
https://www.rainn.org
They have a chat service too, if you prefer texting over calling.
Please stay safe y’all
Pairing - Stepdad! Aizawa X Reader
Warnings - Pseudo incest, manipulation, power dynamics, NSFW, noncon, dubcon, mentions of unsafe sex, slight degradation. Belittling, controlling Aizawa.
Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5nHTLEJ10zaqdnKqLriah4?si=Bs0su-fBRxWoE3jefCdPIA
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“Why? Why, huh? Do I not provide you with very little thing you need, anything you could ever want?”
You dip your head in shame, sock-clad feet rubbing against each other nervously. “I just wanted to-“
“To disappoint me, yes, you’ve done that very well.” Aizawa’s tone is harsh, incensed. “I catch you trying to sneak out again, and all you can do is offer excuses.”
Biting your lip, you spread your hands quickly, trying to appease him. “I was just going to get you a present! For-for your birthday!”
A weak excuse, one that neither of you bought. Aizawa stood up from the couch, shaking his head.
“My birthday isn’t for another couple of weeks and you know it. Plus, we both know that you’ll be the only present I unwrap on my birthday.”
The sordid promise made your heart drop, tensing up as your stepdad came closer and closer, until he stood in front of you. Tall, imposing, irritated.
“I’m sorry….” You manage, staring down at your feet. It’s too intimidating to try and meet his gaze, those light grey eyes that fill you with fear and guilt.
“I’m sure you are. How are you going to make it up to me?” And there it was, the always-dreaded initiation. You often wondered how Aizawa would be like with a woman his age, someone willing and eager to please him. Would he force them like this?
A minute stretched by while your mind worked, trying desperately to think of some other way to soothe his ire. Every time you undressed for him, every time he touched your body, every time you were forced to touch him made you feel dirty, tainted, disgusting.
Damaged goods.
“I can choose-“
“No!” You cried, head snapping up, fingers flying to his shirt to fist in the soft fabric before you remembered yourself. “I mean, no Dad, I’ll make it up to you.”
The words felt vile in your mouth, like poison. But of your two options, having the slightest bit of control over the situation was preferable. Whenever your stepdad chose some way for you to show that you were sorry, it hurt. He’d introduced you to anal, forcing you to take his thick fingers deep, stretching you out with various plugs and toys, drizzling more and more lube into your hole until you were loose enough to take him.
This way, you could avoid his painful favorite.
Taking a deep breath, you steered him back to the couch, and the man sat, looking up at you expectantly.
You dropped to your knees, spreading his thighs with your hands, the limbs giving way easily. The waistband of his sweats was pulled down easily, your fingers hooking into his briefs to pull them down as well.
He was already hard.
“C’mon, don’t make me wait.” Your stepdad urged, one hand coming to lace through your hair, loosely gripping the aback of your head. You suppose it could be taken as a reassuring gesture, but you knew what it really was; a threat.
You kept your face neutral as you kissed the mushroom tip, a bead of precum wetting your lips. You’d earned quickly that making any sort of face at the sight, smell, or feel of Aizawa’s dick would be met with swift punishment. He’d shove his cock down your throat and keep it there until your legs went numb, until tears pricked at your eyes.
And you’d still have to suck him off afterwards.
So you kept your face relaxed, slowly licking along the length, fondling his balls, kissing the base of his cock noisily.
A long lick from the base to the tip before you took him in your mouth, tucking your teeth behind your lips. Your tongue took over now, swirling around the head, laving broad strips against the very tip, swiping the precum away on each lick.
Raising your eyes to gauge his reaction was a mistake, Aizawa staring down at you with a hooded gaze, relaxing back into the couch.
“Make it up to me.”
You sucked, hard, swallowing around his dick as you eased it towards the back of your throat. You had to build up to deepthroating, still had trouble with it and your gag reflex, but your stepdad was a diligent teacher.
He was holding himself back, thighs flexing aside your head as he stopped himself from thrusting up into your mouth, from hunching over and using you like a toy, making you gag and sob and drool around his length. Aizawa wanted you to do all the work, wanted you to show him how sorry you really were by making him cum.
Moving your head faster, you bobbed on his length, cringing internally as drool slipped down your chin, towards your chest. You hated when it got messy.
Aizawa placed his other hand against your cheek, stroking the side of your face, but you could tell that he was really feeling for the outline of his cock in your mouth, thick, stocky fingers pressing insistently.
You made a little noise of protest, quickly trying to morph it into a moan, pulling off of him to catch your breath. Your hands twisted around his length, stimulating him in place of your mouth while you breathed, sloppy, slick sounds being heard each time your fist met his pelvis.
“Do it like I taught you.” Were his next instructions, Aizawa obviously getting bored by your hand job. You wanted to kick, and scream, and cry, maybe bite his dick off.
But he’d trained you well.
So you took a deep breath before plunging back down again, moving your head enthusiastically as you throat-fucked yourself, willing your gag reflex to stay calm.
It was only when you felt his dick slip into your throat did your stepdad start to make noise, groaning a little bit as he fisted his hand further into your hair. He was subtly guiding you with the hand, forward and back, forward and back, but letting you move about freely.
After all, you were supposed to be apologizing.
“That’s it, just like that.”
His orgasm built up slowly, cock twitching inside your mouth as you worked him higher and higher, hands playing with the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You had to pull off once more to breath, chest heaving, desperately trying to jerk him to completion while his length wasn’t lodged in your mouth.
No such luck.
He came in your mouth, hips bucking a little as he released his milky seed. You squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your fists as you willed yourself not to recoil, not to get sick, not to make a face or do anything else to earn Aizawa’s anger.
You swallowed it down without a fuss, hating yourself for every second you spent being compliant.
But what else could you do?
Cock softening against his thigh, you tucked him back into his sweatpants, leaning your face against his leg to rest for a second.
Your stomach felt warm, full. It made you so sick.
“That was good, you’re learning.” Even his praise was clinical, almost detached. You hated him.
“I’m still upset with you though.”
The admission made you lift your head, turning to your stepfather with a quizzical expression, hurt, feeling betrayed.
“But dad, I just-I got you off? Isn’t that enough?” You wanted to add a “please”, beg for him to say yes, that all is forgiven, that he wasn’t mad anymore, that he wasn’t going to hurt you, or make you do anything else.
Aizawa tutted. “It’s enough when I say it is, and you messed up big time. You think a measly little blowjob makes up for all the shit you’ve tried to pull today? I don’t think so.”
“But, wasn’t it-didn’t I do good? I thought-“
“It was nice, you’re getting the hang of how to move your tongue. But I think there should be a little more effort put into your apology.”
You wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair, you had done enough already, wasn’t he satisfied? Why was he like this, so creepy and gross? Why couldn’t you have had a normal stepfather, who treated you like a normal person, who didn’t rip away your autonomy and freedom.
Aizawa could tell you weren’t fond of having to continue, but he wasn’t fond of your behavior.
A sudden jerk from the hand in your hair had you gasping in pain, Aizawa leaning over as he pulled you towards him. Your hands grabbed for his wrists, but he was already talking, anger swimming in those grey eyes of his.
“I’m being lenient with you. Do you understand how awful you’ve been these past few weeks? You’re pathetic. You think I wouldn’t catch you trying to sneak out the back door? You think I wouldn’t notice the hickies on your neck after you come home from “hanging out” with your girls?”
Your blood ran ice cold, draining out of your face. You thought you had told your (tentative, maybe) boyfriend to not leave any marks, that your dad would notice, that you’d get in trouble. You though you’d gotten away with that little secret, with the fact that you’ve been seeing someone every time you tell your dad you’re just chilling with friends.
Trying to sneak out the back door had been dumb, but you had felt desperate, upset, detested by your life. Hating the daily routine of being assaulted by your stepdad, being forced to be obedient and docile and cater to his lecherous whims.
Spread your legs when he asks, suck him off under the table when he tells you to, keep the bathroom door unlocked when you take a shower, in the off chance that he’d like to join you.
Not being able to tell anyone, caring the burden of shame and regret like heavy weights on your back.
Having to kiss him on the mouth, feel his stubble burning your cheeks, the sensitive skin of your thighs when he felt particularly giving.
His daily “lessons” almost always made you cry, either his harsh words or his insistence that you learn how to please him, it was only your natural role.
A daughter should always do her best to please her daddy.
Even just a night of freedom away from his grasp was welcomed, savored as a treat. You just needed to get away, but even that was asking too much.
“So-“ Aizawa released you, and you immediately rubbed at your stinging scalp. “What do you think I should do?”
“I-I wanna go to bed.” You mumbled, eyes darting wildly around the room, focusing anywhere except the dark-haired man in front of you.
“Oh? I didn’t expect you to be so forward about that.” He taunted, leaning forward onto his knees, lacing his fingers together with a mean smirk.
“No, I want to sleep….. please.” You knew that Aizawa had intentionally misunderstood you, intent on making you plead with him for simple mercies like sleep.
Aizawa sighed, rising to his feet. You scrambled to your feet also, feeling too small and weak kneeling on the floor underneath him like that. Still, he towered over you, running a lazy hand through his dark locks as he regarded you.
“I can’t just let you go unpunished, what kind of father would I be? Letting you lie and sneak around behind my back like this. Your daddy is supposed to care for you. I’d never neglect you.”
You wish he would.
“I learned my lesson dad, I swear. I won’t sneak out, I’ll-I’ll stay home and have my friends over instead of going out! Anything, just-just not……”
Not whatever he had planned for the rest of the night.
Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples as he circled a hand around your arm, beginning to lead you towards his bedroom down the hall. You wanted to balk, but knew that doing so would only worsen your punishment.
“Thats a start, and we’ll do that moving forward. But you won’t be getting out of a punishment. Offering compromises and begging won’t get you anywhere, even if you do sound sweet.”
Pulling you into his bedroom, your stepdad let go of your arm, closing the door behind you. He moved to turn on a lamp by the bedside, turning off the overhead light so the room was cast in a low, yellow glow.
“Strip, then on the bed.”
You trembled as you slowly shucked off your clothes, Aizawa beginning to do the same, his eyes fixed on you the entire time.
But that was normal.
Aizawa was a fit man, able to manhandle you and pin you down, keep you still with the muscles hiding under his skin. But he was a father, and older, his body taking on the characteristics of someone who enjoyed life.
His thighs were thick, his abdomen sturdy. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but his muscles were overplayed with a nice layer of fat. He looked like a bear, with the dark hair on his chest, his thick limbs, his solid frame.
But the man wasn’t shy, and by the time you had stripped down to your panties he was completely nude, pink cock soft against his thigh.
“Dad, I really don’t want to do-“
“I don’t care. Get on the bed.”
You bit your lip, staying still. “Please, please, I said I’m sorry-“
Within a second, Aizawa’s hand was around your throat, his eyes blazing as he shoved you against the wall.
“This is what’s going to happen.” His voice was raspy, grinding out past his clenched teeth as he invaded your space. “You’re going to do as I say and get on the bed, or else I’ll use my belt on you until you bleed. Once you’re on the bed, you’re going to lay nice and pretty for daddy while I get everything ready. I got a candle to play with, and a couple of toys, and daddy wants to see how well they makes you moan for me.”
You were shivering, fingers scrabbling at the hand squeezing your airway, still allowing you to breath, but just barely.
“You’re gonna get all fucked out and stupid, ’n then I’m gonna bounce you on my cock until I’m satisfied, got it?” The man continued, his nose almost touching yours “Then you’re gonna wear a plug all night, and all tomorrow morning. I get to have you whenever I want, and you won’t complain or else I’ll cum inside, alright?”
Nodding your head, you felt tears rising. You had to do what Aizawa said though, you couldn’t take the risk of having the man cum inside.
“I’ll decide a better way to continue your punishment tomorrow, when I’m not as upset with you. Maybe by then you’ll figure out how to listen to daddy.”
When the man released your throat, you gasped, coughing a bit as you sucked in oxygen. Aizawa was already pushing you towards the bed, eyes trained on your figure.
The new knowledge that this wouldn’t even be the brunt of your punishment was devastating, and you felt your chest tighten up as you struggled not to cry. Crying would only get him to mock you.
All you could do was comply.
“I need you to remember-“ Your step dad catches you by the wrist, tilts your chin with a finger so he can stare into your eyes. “You’re mine.”
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#tw.pseudo#tw.dubcon#tw.noncon.#aizawa#aizawa sensei#bnha aizawa#shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta#aizawa smut#shoto aizawa#aizawa x you#yandere#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere aizawa shouta#yandere aizawa#yandere smut#yanzawa#I like that
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“WHAT KEEPS THE ROMANCE ALIVE”
Preface: the love of your life is getting old, and while his sex drive is slowing down, yours is just increasing. I guess that’s the problem with dating older men... Thankfully, you’re young and resourceful. You’ll find a way to get through this.
Aka, I aged up your favourite character and wrote you a lil sumthin sumthin!
W/c: 1.1k
T/w: lee’s infection, old man Kuroo, geriatric stuff, massive age gap, nsfw, degradation, use of ‘daddy’, object (cane) insertion. Obviously not beta’d because, hello? Who would wanna beta this?
A/n: Ok I absolutely could not wait. Technically, this is part of my ‘shipping my moots’ post, and I have so many more, smaller ships to add - but I had to release @rocorambles first. I had to!
The funniest thing about this ship, Roco x Kuroo’s walking cane, is that she actually likes it, LOL. Yours is the longest, and so over the top. I hope you feel proud of yourself, influencing me like this - smh. I let you off easy this time. Next time, I’ll get you good.
Elderly Kuroo is nothing like the man you watched on your grandma’s Tv. The reruns, the highlight reels, the old promo articles - none of them prepared you for the passage of time. None of them told you just how old he’d be when you first met his gaze.
Still, your love was belligerent - something like a 50 year age gap wasn’t going to get in the way of you, and your destiny.
That’s why you went to school for all those years, and it's why you worked so hard just to get here - in Kuroo’s mansion, employed as his sole, live-in nurse.
When you two first met, he’d been bounding with energy, still trying to recapture his youth. But now, as he passes his 70th birthday, he's just too tired, he’s just too crippled. Keeping up with a young thing like you has proven too difficult for his ailing body. Any man would be lucky to have you, that’s what everyone tells him - but they don’t understand the challenge you present. He can’t deal with your consistent demands, your undivided devotion, your insatiable lust.
So what does he do when you’re sitting so pretty, with your sensitive little feet tucked beneath your delicate body? What does he do when you’re begging like a brat for daddy’s attention?
The answer is obvious. He tells you to bend over, to get on your hands and your knees facing away from his wheelchair.
You listen with eager anticipation as you hear the telltale click of your bottle of lube. Your breathing begins to pick up as it globs out, as Kuroo finally picks up his cane.
It’s undeniable the way your body starts to quiver.
Your excitement only continues to build as you hear the metal of his rings clack onto his aluminum walking aide. Every time metal meets metal, the sound only amplifying against the silent crackle of a fire, you get a little wetter, a little more receptive.
It’s only then, with barely any warning and certainly not enough prep, that he’s poking at your entrance, shoving the cool metal roughly against your heat. You whimper out how badly you want it, mewling for daddy to take care of his pretty little kitten. But your pleas, quite literally, fall on deaf ears.
Maybe you should’ve remembered to charge his hearing aids. oops.
Even if he does hear you, Kuroo works at his own pace. He doesn’t listen to whiny bitches.
Kuroo likes to think he’s slick, cunning, a tease - maybe even a brat tamer. But those days have long since passed. You know it, and deep down, buried under layers of denial - he knows it too. No longer is he the image of strength that he once represented. Now he’s nothing but a frail vessel playing at a man’s game.
Shaky hands miss your hole more often than not.
He claims it’s intentional, the way he slides down your slit... Or those times when he slips into your ass, forcing his cane roughly past the tight ring of muscles. Both of you know it’s not true. The not so silent curses under his breath make that more than apparent. But you’d never dream of hurting his pride like that. You let him have this, again and again. After all, a part of you likes it better this way.
Right from the beginning, he takes you at a brutal pace, never stopping or yielding at your cries. He’s so frustrated with himself. He hates that it’s come to this.
Unable to get his dick up, he’s forced to fuck you with his cane.
He’d use his fingers, but they’re so swollen with arthritis. Two minutes in and he’d be done, hands ruined and crippled for at least a week. The same goes for his mouth. His tongue can only lap at you so long before it lays limp against his mushy gums. He’s tried before, more times than he can count, and to your credit, you’ve never taunted him.
And maybe that’s the worst part. Maybe he wouldn’t feel as bad if you complained, calling him useless, flaccid - or maybe even just telling him that you aren’t that interested. But you don’t. You just sit there and take it, like the good little girl you apparently are.
For some reason, it has him seething with rage.
You’re so disrespectful. You’re so fake. Just a fucking brat disguising herself as an angel. He knows what you want. It’s not hard to guess. You’re nothing but a little shit, just waiting to be taught a lesson.
He might be old, but Kuroo’s not stupid. He’s been with enough women in his life to know when you’re faking, when those... hollow moans leave your lying little lips. Surely, you mean it with all the best intentions, not wanting to show him just how inadequate you find your lover to be - but it's just so… insulting.
So, right when you’re about to cum, like the filthy slut that you are - he yanks his cane from your tight little hole, whipping it across your ass and slapping it roughly against your abused, dripping cunt.
You act like you hate it, with tears streaming down your face and nails scratching at his pristine floorboards. He just scoffs. See? This is a perfect example of the petulant youth these days - the youth that you embody.
You don’t respect him, and you certainly don't respect his property. How dare you scratch his perfectly shellacked, well-maintained mahogany. Strangled screams are literally music to his ears as he beats down the harsh metal on your delicate skin. After treating him like a senile old fool, you deserve this.
You deserve to suffer.
With the way you scream, crying out for daddy to stop - his abuse almost seems… criminal. It’s obvious that you'd much rather have daddy’s cock instead - but both of you know that’ll never happen. He could never even dream of pumping that much blood to his cock. The only time he ever uses it, is to fill his diaper with piss. It’s a miracle to you how it hasn’t already fallen off.
No blue pill could even dream of saving his shrivelled up, floppy piece of meat.
Although, either way, it really doesn’t matter. The two of you know that Kuroo’s trained you well enough by now, almost too good. This, the way Kuroo beats you and absolutely wrecks your pussy, is really one of the only ways you can get off now.
Your night is only concluded if you cum around his cane, cream dripping down its length and pooling by Kuroo’s feet. That, or if Kuroo falls asleep first.
What you do when he falls asleep, when he leaves his cane unguarded - well, that's a secret between you and the well-used piece of metal.
#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#haikyuu smut#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo smut#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#lee writes
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Hello I hope you're feeling better soon and please a - z for naoya and the nsfw alphabet hehe I'm greedy for Naoya content. Sending love and hugs
Thank you~❤️I'm doing okay, still recovering but I was well enough to finish this. I hope the wait was worth it! Some of these letters were already answered for other people, so I'll be linking back to the posts where I put them. Otherwise, here you are, a full alphabet for our favourite little menace of the Zenin clan:
These are gn!Reader friendly!
As one could expect, MDNI, thank you!~
Specific warnings under the cut.
C/D1/K/W1 & B/D2/J/N/W2
Warnings: Mentions of cum, katoptronophilia, limited aftercare, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise, choking, implied unprotected sex, creampies/cumming inside, detailed descriptions of uncircumcised dick, semi-public sex, quickies, exhibitionism, descriptions of pubic hair, use of toys, sexting, dick pics, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, and orgasm denial. Also if there are grammar and spelling mistakes, I’m sorry but I didn’t have the energy to proof read this a million times lol.
A = Aftercare:
Aftercare with Naoya is...minimalistic, really. If he’s awake enough after sex, he’ll probably want to wash off with you so that you don’t have to worry about yourself or your bed sheets in the morning, though. This can be a shower or a bath and he doesn’t really have a preference, so if you just want a quick rinse that’s fine & if you’d like to put some scented bath salts in the tub and just soak for a bit, that also works. He’s not really picky during this time (in fact, Post-orgasm Naoya is probably the most agreeable version of him lmao). Anything more than this is a bit of a toss-up, however. He’s probably just gonna want to go straight to bed or he’ll have to even skip the wash, adjust himself, and head off to whatever he has next on his daily agenda. But, if he does get to stay in bed for the night, expect him to also use whatever power he has to sleep in with you the next day.
D = Dirty secret:
This is one that even a very beloved partner would have significant difficulty wrangling out of him.....but Naoya really doesn’t mind the idea of wearing lingerie, even if it’s a bit more on the feminine side. He has a great figure and he knows it. What’s more is that he loves all kinds of accessories that accentuate his naturally pretty features. So it should come as no surprise to learn that Naoya has definitely tried on a few things in front of his mirror, and somewhere deep in his computer are the selfies he took while wearing the pieces he liked most. He’s especially partial to black garments with lace trim and lots of straps & garters. Perhaps even more than the lingerie itself, he loves thinking of all the praise and compliments he’ll receive for wearing it. So his partner had better be prepared to absolutely drown him in heartfelt flattery if this is a thing they’d like to see more of in the future.
E = Experience:
Naoya isn't very experienced, in my opinion. I do think that he'd be willing to have a few one-night-stands here and there just to get out some of the frustration that he can't relieve himself, but that doesn't mean he was all that well-educated on what to do. He's not innocent by any means, but being with him means being willing to understand that he'll need some actual practice to be exceptional at anything in the bedroom. His one strength is that he does have some natural talent with his tongue and fingers, though, if you get my drift. It's a learning curve, but he'll get there.
F = Favorite position:
I’m of the mind that Naoya enjoys the butterfly, cowgirl, classic missionary, and spooning positions best. Ultimately, these are all positions that either 1) let him see his partner’s face & body, 2) let him press his skin directly against theirs, or 3) both. A position that allows Naoya to choose between getting up close and sensual or leaning back and enjoying the view is going to land on his favourites every time. All four of these also allow him to have good control over the pace to some extent or another (which we’ll establish later as being fairly important to him). Even cowgirl gives him the option to steady his partner’s hips and push into them at his desired speed from below. An honourable mention here is doggy style, but he tends to only like it while him and his partner are facing a mirror. Like I said, he likes to be able to see everything.
G = Goofy:
Naoya doesn't tend to be goofy during the act, per se, but he does enjoy bringing his normal scoundrel attitude into the bedroom with him. He's the mocking, sarcastic, and teasing sort. At times, it can also just be him playing coy in an attempt to get his partner to admit to/beg for something they want done to them. He's the kind to hear his partner say "please..." and ask "please, what?" even though he knows full well what it is they're looking for. Playful, to say the least. We’ll get more into this when we get to U.
H = Hair:
While the idea of Naoya also bleaching his pubes is...interesting to me, I do think that he keeps them the natural black colour they are. As far as the cut goes, I’d say he’s very well groomed. He keeps it well-shaped and tame down there, sometimes he might even shave it completely if he’s going to be too busy to see to it properly for a while. He does also take into account what his partner likes, though, as he wants to make sure he’s as attractive to them as he can be in every possible way. Tell him what you like and, if it suits him, he’ll do his best.
I = Intimacy:
Let’s face it, Naoya’s not the romantic type. While he can be tender, it’s rare that there’s a time with Naoya that isn’t punctuated by roughness or mockery to some extent or another. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something deeper to it at all. More accurately, Naoya’s roughness is largely due to his enthusiasm to be wrapped up with his partner in the first place. Obviously, his nigh insatiable appetite is also to blame, but it’s not the only contributor to his eagerness. When Naoya desires someone, he desires them wholly, and he seeks no one else. So while his partner probably shouldn’t expect a soft/romantic lovemaking session unless it’s their birthday or some such occasion, they should know that everything Naoya does is specifically, and only for them. It has its own inherent romance to it, even if it’s not always clear.
L = Location:
There a few different locations that Naoya loves to get tangled up in. His own bed, the estate sauna, the training mats in the dojo - they're all great and he'll almost never say no to them. But there's one place that Naoya absolutely loves to defile with his partner more than any other:
His father's bed.
It's risky and he knows well that it's not always an option, but if there's ever a moment in which his partner is game and Naobito is busy elsewhere, Naoya will practically sprint there. The whole way he's biting his lip at the thought and loosening his clothes to prevent lost time. He can't help but to love the high that comes over him when he and his partner have their way in the Very Important Private Room Only for the Head of the Zenin Clan. It serves as both a reminder of his own personal motivations, as well as just a giant "Fuck You" to his father in general. The best of both worlds.
M = Motivation:
Naoya isn’t a difficult man to turn on, as he’s practically always at the ready. You can pretty much just vaguely allude to the concept of sex and his brows (and something else) will begin to perk up. However, I do think there are a few little things that will get him particularly entranced with his s/o. One of them is low-cut or revealing clothing. Parade yourself with confidence or tease him with a suggestive outfit and he’s already ravishing you with his eyes at every possible moment. Naoya loves beauty and ostentation, so if his partner takes the time to pick out clothes that really highlight all their best curves & features, you can bet that Naoya isn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself. For male/masc partner’s especially, I think he also loves shows of strength. Naoya can’t help but stare when he sees taught muscle flexing, or be impressed by how easily his partner can lift heavy objects that he can’t (as I’m writing this, I’m thinking maybe maybe maybe Naoya might just have a bit of a size kink, too eheh). Finally, something that works for all kinds of s/os is that Naoya absolutely loves having his neck touched - it’s probably his most sensitive, non-erogenous body part. If the person he’s involved with at the time comes up behind him while he’s sitting on a couch or at his desk, gently grazes their fingers along the side of his neck, and whispers something suggestive in his ear, Naoya’s all but putty in their hands.
O = Oral:
Oh, Naoya, Naoya, Naoya. When isn’t this man wagging his tongue? Honestly, even he knows that he really ought to put it to better use sometimes. And so he does, but you almost hate to admit that he’s so damn good at it. As one could imagine, it’s filled with a ton of teasing, though. There’s plenty of him blowing lightly on the excited skin, lots of kitten licks and soft kisses, and of course it wouldn’t be sex with Naoya without a heavy dose of “use your words” and other taunts. Ultimately, there’s not much Naoya Zenin loves more than really taking his time between his partner’s thighs and watching as they completely come unraveled beneath his diligent tongue. It’s so good to him, that he’s often caught moaning around his partner’s sex, sending pleasant vibrations all along the flesh there & enhancing the experience further. Sometimes, even, he can’t bring himself to stop after his s/o’s release finishes coating his lips, and he’ll continue to press his tongue against them until they’re jolting from overstimulation. Even then he might not stop without a safeword. Asking Naoya for oral really is a gamble in that way. There’s no telling whether he’ll leave his partner at a comfortable satisfied, or catapult them thoroughly into mindless and exhausted.
Naoya prefers to give and, honestly, if he had to choose the method to his climax, he’d just choose sex over oral if he had the time. That being said, Naoya was made for multiple orgasms. So if there’s only enough time for oral, expect for him to try and make use of every possible second. Therefore, his partner should probably make sure they rest their jaw afterwards.
P = Pace:
Generally speaking, Naoya prefers the act to have a more rapid pace. As one can expect from someone with a speed-based technique, Naoya has a great capacity to keep things moving quickly. The bedroom is no exception. Even in moments where the scene is more sensual, he can’t help but raise the pace as time goes on. There’s something about the extra friction and the desperation it fills him with that makes the sex all the more passionate in his eyes. Just him and his partner, recklessly chasing their highs together. Mmm.~ ♡
Q = Quickie:
Naoya loves quickies, for the most part. He kind of has to, seeing as he has to always be somewhere for some reason or another. His partner can probably expect at least one each week in-between blocks of missions, meetings, and other monotony. Sometimes it's the only kind of sex there is, which is mostly fine for him....but he does sometimes long for the more calm, slow moments when he can really take his time. A balance between the two, is really what he craves.
R = Risk:
Naoya is very willing to experiment and take risks, as I'm sure you've probably guessed by this point. He's down to try almost anything once, and some of his favourite acts are ones done in places where it would be easy to be caught. The things he likes are also pretty varied, and he doesn't mind going from soft to harsh or anywhere in between. Ultimately a pretty exciting partner once he starts getting the hang of things.
S = Stamina:
I’ve talked about this before in separate posts, but I think it’s fair to say that Naoya likely has pretty good stamina. I don’t necessarily like when other people just say that every character they write for can go multiple rounds all night because that’s not always realistic. But, since Naoya so very specifically has a speed-based ability and we know how important strength, performance, and training were to the Zenin...I don’t think it’s unfair to say in this case that, yes, Naoya can probably go for quite some time. I’m also of the mind that he cums quickly, but is not easily overstimulated, leading him to be able to hit multiple orgasms without getting too overwhelmed or tired. Ergo, this man can and will keep you up way past your bedtime if you ask nicely. ♡
T = Toys:
I like to think that Naoya is pretty open to the possibility of using toys. After all, they can very easily result in a heightened experience for both him and his partner. He’d especially love using things like vibrators, clamps, and plugs because of how readily they can bring his s/o over the edge and deep into overstimulation. And since he’s someone who also likes to cum multiple times in any given session, I can definitely see them as being useful to him, too. Ultimately, I think this is a “you name it and I’ll try it,” sort of subject for Naoya. He’ll give anything a go at least once.
U = Unfair:
Oh, are you kidding? I think we’ve established by now that teasing may as well be Naoya’s own, distinct love language. It’s impossible for him to refrain from denying, teasing, and openly mocking his s/o during any stage of sex. For him, it’s an integral part of the fun. He loves to make his partner beg, to mock their whimpering, to intentionally “miss” any of their sweet spots, and to give only the slightest of touches against the skin for far too long. Bringing his partner to the brink and sinking them down over and over again - having them completely at his mercy...oh yeah, he positively adores it all.
V = Volume:
I think this is where I differ the most from a lot of other people who write for him, because I absolutely think that Naoya is shameless enough to fully moan whenever the mood strikes him. No hushed grunting or strangled noises with this man. He will just let it all out exactly as he feels it. After all, Naoya’s not a person to conceal his emotions as is. Why would he bother to hide what a good time he’s having? Plus, if you’ve been around my posts long enough, you know full well that I think he would also really enjoy trying to embarrass his partner by repeating their own sounds back to them when they get particularly amusing. So, really, there’s no way I would have ever told you that this man is quiet, of all things. Lmao.
W = Wild card:
Naoya loves to lock his partner in place, especially when he’s close to cumming. This can sometimes be in the form of choking, but other times it’s just him pressing closer against them or wrapping an arm across the chest/sternum to anchor them to him. It’s quite the display, really. A hand or arm will come up to curl around his s/o’s body, his pace will quicken, and his breathing grows ragged. He has almost no mind left for dirty talk and simply moans readily into his partner’s ear as he reaches his peak inside them. The whole time, he’s holding them firmly in place and making sure they take every drop of his seed.
X = X-ray:
He’s beauty, he’s grace. Naoya’s overall body is lean, fit, and sculpted. His musculature is more on the subtle end, but each gentle slope and rounded hill is wrapped so perfectly in smooth, even skin. His ass is especially noteworthy, as it is that somewhat square shape with divots in the sides that one can expect from a very fit build, but also with enough mass there to give the actual cheeks that lovely & grab-able bubble-like quality. Truly, it’s an enticing thing that any good partner would be loathe not to appreciate. Rotating the man a bit, let’s talk about what he’s workin’ with, you know what I’m sayin’? 👀 Naoya’s a proud member of the Pretty Cock Squad, in my opinion. It’s not particularly large or small, sitting at about a comfortable 6-6.5 inches. He is uncircumcised and almost religiously clean. His foreskin is about the same colour as the rest of him, but with a red, blushing quality to it. It’s also very smooth & soft to the touch. There are no veins visible, save for a single prominent, raised one along the underside that looks almost like a seam turned out. The head underneath is cutely rounded, very pink, and super sensitive - which is largely why he cums so fast. Overall, it’s a member to be proud of, and he’ll certainly take any opportunity he can to show it off to his partner. Hopefully they like dick pics during sexting!
Y = Yearning:
Oh, boy. This man is horny 24/7, babe. It’s honestly a wonder that Naoya isn’t trying to chase his high every moment of every day. If he isn’t engaging in a sexual act himself, he’s probably thinking of the kinds he’d like to be involved in later, or ones he’ll think about with more clarity when he has a moment alone. So any time a partner even jokes about getting intimate, Naoya will be there actively hoping that they mean what they say deep down because he’s already thinking about just how he’d like to do it tonight.
Z = Zzz:
Conked out immediately. Naoya can last quite a while, but no matter how high your stamina is, there comes a point where you need to stop for a bit. It's actually because Naoya is able to exert so much energy during the act that he needs sleep so badly after. Don't be surprised if you roll over to snuggle up to him sometimes only to hear him softly snoring away. Just make sure you wake him up at some point so he can brush his teeth!
Okay!
With that all being said and done, I’m gonna tag you ( @depechemoth ) as well just to make sure you get it since sometimes tumblr doesn’t tell people when their asks get answered anymore + I spent a lot of time on this so I don’t want you to miss it!
#WHEW! Sorry this took so long but it was a lot to think about lmao!#Kinktober#Naoya Zenin#Naoya headcanons#Naoya smut#Naoya x Reader#Naoya x gn!Reader#smut alphabet#not sfw#not sfw text#mdni#asks#depechemoth#long post
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Snark and Smiles
Chapter 10 of Of Love and Time
Summary: Grogu’s birthday bash gives plenty of opportunity for fun and good times. But how much is too much?
Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader (no y/n)
Series content: teacher/parent AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of mutual pining, sexual tension, mentions of past trauma (will tag in detail when the time comes), depictions of violence (nothing explicit, no gore), angst, a dash of hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Grogu is at the equivalent age of a human 4-year-old
Notes: Y'all are not ready for this one! I wasn't even ready for this one! But regardless, I think this one has been my favorite to write so far, and I really hope you all enjoy it! You got some extra things since I made you wait longer than I'd planned to lol -- I'm super excited for everything this is setting up as well. Please share your thoughts with me, I love hearing from you! Thank you all so much for your continued support, it means the world to me! I love each and every one of you! ❤️
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Tingles erupted in your gut as you awoke the next morning. When was the last time you’d woken up before your alarm on a weekend? You weren’t sure.
The party wasn’t until the afternoon, but you found yourself preparing to depart anyway. It was being held in a park near Din’s home, and since it was such a bright, sunny day, you chose your trusty shorts with a long sleeve top to wear.
You packed the cookies into little piles in a plastic container, keeping some aside in a smaller container for the family to have for themselves. You placed both of them into your shoulder bag with your other supplies for the day; it was a much more minimal ensemble compared to that of the zoo trip, but your bag still bulged with the stretch from its contents. You placed it by the front door and bode your time by tidying the house and scrolling through the holonetwork.
Your leg bounced from your perch on the couch. It was very rare to see students on a weekend, and you were looking forward to the opportunity; you wondered what kind of activities would be in store for them at this party. But it was obvious that most of your excitement stemmed from wanting to spend time with Din and Grogu.
Letting yourself come to terms with your feelings was like opening a floodgate of sensations: nervous energy releasing itself through your fingers and toes, a coiling in your gut as the time to leave got closer and closer, willing the clock to move faster, telling yourself that you shouldn’t show up this early because that would just be weird. The image of them stood out in your mind’s eye as you stared at the holofeed, not encoding anything on the screen. Soon they’d actually be in front of you.
It seemed so juvenile, being this eager to see them. Part of you was concerned; would being around them be different now? Would you act differently, whether or not you meant to? You had to keep yourself in check -- you may be off duty, but you’re still a professional. Other children you worked with would be at this party. Gila would be at this party.
Enjoy yourself, but do not act out.
~~~
The next couple hours passed by at a sublight pace. Once they finally did, though, you were making your way over to the sight of the party. The neighborhood was a twenty minute walk from your house -- plenty of time for your body to walk off the remainder of its anxious excitement. Plenty of time for the butterflies in your stomach to cease their flight.
As you entered their neighborhood, you looked around with scrunched brows. Houses were plentiful, a beautiful variety of colors, sizes, and shapes, but there was no park to be seen. You pulled out your comm and scrolled over to Din’s name, typing out a message in hopes of getting guidance. His response was almost immediate.
‘... Miss?’
Confusion quickly led to realization -- this was your personal comm. He didn’t have this number. You mentally facepalmed as you replied.
‘Yes, it’s me! So sorry, completely forgot I was using my own comm.’
You could practically hear his little modulated chuckle. You stared at the screen while the three ‘typing’ dots began to bounce about.
‘No problem. Keep heading up the block, the park will be on the left.’
You nodded and headed forward, comm in one hand while the other clung to the strap of your shoulder bag.
You looked down as the comm sent another buzz through your hand.
‘I’ll keep an eye out for you.’
Your face grew warm. Why did that set off the butterflies again? He was just being his normal considerate self, it was a normal message, no reason for it to get you this worked up. You trapped your lips between your teeth as you walked on and pocketed your comm, the pressure helping to alleviate some of your newly blooming nerves. Damn crushes, you thought. You’d forgotten how they had a way of playing up every little thing.
Sure enough the park came into view as you passed another set of houses. It was a clear green field with a large tree in the center, picnic tables scattered under the shade of its swirling purple blooms. A small group was gathered there: a few adults standing by and setting things up on tables while a line of children ran around in the grass. You guessed there were about seven of them so far.
Of course, your eyes immediately fell upon Din and Grogu.
Grogu’s ears flapped about as he ran around with the other children while Din was setting something down on the picnic table. You smiled as you gave your shoulder strap a squeeze and stepped into the grass. Here goes nothing.
Din looked up from the table almost instantly, visor locking on you. You squeezed your bag strap again as tingles started to move up your body from your toes. You gave him a small wave. His previous task was abandoned as he began to maneuver around the table.
A tiny head turned your way before Din had moved too far, and wasted no time announcing your arrival.
“Miss!!”
Every other head under that tree followed the sound as the children ran towards you. With a giggle you got down on your knees and gently tossed your bag aside, opening your arms and bracing yourself for the stampede.
Grogu was the first to reach you. He stumbled into your chest as the other children caught up and flung themselves onto you. You laughed as you all toppled over from the force of the impact. Your head collided with the soft grass as the children’s laughter filled your ears. You used an arm to prop yourself up while the other stayed wrapped around the giggling birthday boy.
“It’s so good to see you all,” you said as you gave everyone proper hugs from your perch on the ground. You looked down to Grogu, who was still clinging to you.
“And a very happy birthday to you, bud!”
“Thank you!” he squealed as he climbed off your lap. You looked up and saw that Din had made his way over to you, your bag slung on his shoulder. He held out a hand to you as the children went back to their activity.
“Someone’s Little Miss Popular.”
You scoffed at his teasing tone as you took his hand and let him lift you to your feet.
“Someone sounds a little jealous,” you retorted.
You dusted yourself off and accepted your bag from him. He guided you over to the rest of the group. Boba flashed you a grin and shook your hand.
“Good to see you, Teach. Glad you could make it.”
“Thank you,” you said, “It’s great to see you, too.”
From there you went over to see Fennec and Gila. They both greeted you with smiles, Gila pulling you into a side hug. You were surprised that none of the children’s families stayed around for the party. In a way you were glad; hopefully it meant they had built a sense of trust with Grogu’s guardians if they were willing to leave the kids in their care. They were having quite a few conversations during Open House now that you thought about it. You grinned.
“Good to see you,” Fennec started. “Any issues getting here?”
You shook your head. “It was pretty straightforward.”
“That’s good.”
“You’re not too far from here, yeah?” Gila asked, taking a sip of something bright red.
“Not at all, only about twenty minutes.”
They nodded. From there they switched to talking about the different activities they had planned for the children, some of which were hide and seek, pin the tusk on the Bantha, and a piggyback race. Other little games were littered about in the grass; it promised to be a day filled with fun.
~~~
Once everyone had arrived -- a grand total of ten children -- the party began.
The children voted you to be ‘it’ first for their game of hide and seek. You leaned against the tree and began to count, the sound of their laughter growing farther away as they shushed each other and hid away. You made a show of counting slowly to ensure they had plenty of time to find a spot. Boba, Fennec, and Gila were standing near the food table, where your cookies had been placed alongside other small offerings. A dull scrape of grass on leather in your ears told you Din was nearby. Your voice lifted in pitch with your smile as you heard him chuckle.
“Ready or not, here I come!” you announced as you turned around and began your search. Plenty of the children were hiding behind tables or under benches, but you pretended not to see them right away.
“Wow, you’re all so good at hiding, how am I going to find you all?”
You slowly stomped about the area, stroking your chin in mock thought. Tiny giggles erupted from invisible mouths as you turned and ducked under one of the picnic tables, surprising the three kids hiding there.
“Found you!”
They squealed and crawled out, then helped you track down the rest of their classmates.
Over the next few minutes you uncovered all but two of the children: Grogu and Li.
“Alright kids,” you said as you addressed the rest of the group. “We still need to find Li and Grogu! Where could they be?”
The children scattered about the park, checking under all the tables and even in the tree for their remaining friends. You were genuinely baffled; those two had really hidden themselves. You walked by the food table, sharing grins with the other adults as you did. Din was not among them. You tried to be subtle as you glanced about to find him -- he was perched on the other side of the large tree trunk.
With a furrowed brow you walked over to him. He looked to be setting up the Bantha game, taking his time pinning the poster to the tree’s trunk. Something was jutting out from his back; normally if he were wearing the jetpack, he’d have his cape draped up and out of the way. You narrowed your eyes.
“How’s it going over here?” You asked, suspicion evident in your tone.
He gave you a quick glance before pressing the pin deeper into the bark with his gloved thumb, despite the reality that it was already pushed completely in.
“Fine,” he said. Short and flat. You grinned.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where that little boy of yours is, would you?”
He refused to look away from the poster, giving his head one solid shake. What a horrible liar he was.
“You sure about that?”
“Yep.”
The tiniest movement on his back. Your brow raised as he jolted his body to hide it and face you. You quirked your head down, staring at him through your lashes.
“I don’t know, Mr. Djarin, it looks like you might know something.”
You heard giggles.
“Would you mind turning around?”
Din placed his hands on his hips.
“What for?”
“I just want to check something, that’s all. You seem to have… a lot on your shoulders.”
He shifted his weight to one foot, hip jutting out in the process.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
You bit down your laughter and took a slow step to the side with a shrug.
“Okay then…”
His helmet followed your movements. You walked farther away before turning and pretending to inspect a few more tables. Once you were sure the coast was clear, you turned back around. He had returned his attention to the Bantha poster. This angle revealed two very distinct blobs underneath his cape, causing you to smirk. A few of the children had spotted them as well, and you brought a finger to your lips as you started stalking your way back over to Din. They followed as silently as they could, trying their best to contain their laughter.
But there was no way Din wouldn’t sense you, you thought. You stopped in your tracks and decided to take a different approach. You beckoned a couple of the children over -- Rin and Tara, your little Both and Twi’lek.
“Okay,” you whispered, “I need you two to get Mr. Djarin’s attention. Ask him a question or maybe show him something, okay? I’m gonna go in and get Li and Grogu while you do that.”
They nodded and eagerly ran up to Din. You watched as he turned to them and bent down to listen to whatever they were saying.
You took the chance and crept up the rest of the way, pulling the cape up with a dramatic, “Gotcha!”
Sure enough, Grogu and Li were clinging to Din’s jetpack. Din jerked his head to the side as the other children erupted in laughter. The elusive duo squealed upon the reveal and you reached out to help them off Din’s back.
“Very clever, you two!”
They high-handed each other as the rest of the children huddled around. Din stood and turned to you.
“And you were very convincing,” you teased. He rested a hand on his belt, pauldrons bouncing a bit with his subtle laughter. You turned back to the children.
“Okay, that means Grogu and Li are ‘it’ for the next round!”
“Will you and Papa play, too?”
You raised your brows as Grogu stared into your eyes with his big, pleading, brown ones. You glanced at Din. He shrugged.
“Of course, bud, we’ll play.”
Grogu cheered before running up to the tree trunk with Li. You ushered the other children off to go find another hiding spot as the duo began to count. You and Din wandered over to the other side of the tree.
“It’ll be a bit tricky hiding something this shiny,” you whispered as you gestured to him. He tilted his head at you, exasperation dripping from the gesture.
“Hey,” came Fennec’s voice behind you. When you turned she and Boba beckoned you both over.
“You should hide in the tree.”
“What?” Din asked.
“Use the jetpack, fly up there,” Boba said, a smirk decorating his face.
“They’ll probably hear it,” you said.
Boba and Fennec looked at each other.
“You could climb it?” came Gila’s playful suggestion. The other guardians shared a chuckle.
You and Din looked at each other, then to the tree.
“Or,” Fennec started, “just stay behind the trunk and move around whenever they come around.”
“Oh that’ll be funny,” Gila laughed.
You crinkled your nose. “That would be kinda funny.”
“Ready or not, here we come!”
You and Din quickly looked at each other. Too late for the trunk idea. He shrugged and held out a hand to you.
“Plan A it is.”
You laughed and nodded, letting him wrap an arm around you and jet you up into the air. This time was much less anxiety-provoking than the first; you weren’t up nearly as high, and your body was facing his instead of the empty air. Even so, you still felt a tingle in your veins that caused you to cling to Din’s neck. He flew up into the tree, coming to rest on a thick branch. The space was narrow, there was only room for him to stand and hold you up. Your head bumped against the cheek of his helmet as you looked down from your perch, the cool surface of his beskar seeping into your skin. Grogu and Li had definitely heard the jetpack, they were already running towards where you two had been standing.
“Maybe if we just stay really quiet, they won’t notice?” Din said, amusement in his tone. You threw your head back and laughed.
Grogu and Li were not to be fooled. They spotted you immediately and pointed furiously in your direction. That just made you laugh harder as Din slowly brought you both back down -- but not without reaching over to pluck a purple flower from the tree.
“Nice try, Papa!” Grogu cried as he ran to his father, who immediately bent down for a hug. The sight warmed your heart. Din handed him the flower, which he immediately sniffed with a smile.
“Let’s find your friends,” Din said as Grogu and Li ran off, ducking under tables and around the tree looking for the rest of the kids. You and Din followed behind, listening to their instructions about what areas to inspect. You heard faint laughter coming from the trio still perched by the food table and mentally scoffed at them.
~~~
After a couple more rounds, everyone took a snack break. Many of the children sampled your cookies and adored them, including Grogu. Thankfully you’d made enough for each of them to have multiple.
“These cookies really are amazing,” Gila said as she chewed on one. The two of you were sitting on one of the picnic tables while the others stayed closer to the children. Your cheeks flushed.
“I’m so glad.”
“You know,” she began, “I was talking to Fennec earlier and she told me that she’s surprised that you get along with tin man so well.”
Your brow scrunched.
“She said you seem like a pretty outgoing person, and he’s not so much.”
You shrugged. “I don’t think I’d consider myself outgoing. It might just look that way when I’m at work.”
You looked over to where Din stood with Boba. They were covering up the food as the children finished up their snacks. Fennec had them gathered in a circle; you guessed she was telling them a story.
Your eyes lingered on Din. He was a curious person, you’d admit. But not once were you given the impression that he’d be a hard person with which to get along. Even now -- his movements were calculated and purposeful for something so simple as snapping a lid back onto a container. How could someone with a cute habit like that be seen as difficult?
“He’s actually very easy to get along with,” you began, “I’ve enjoyed getting to know him. Maybe I have an edge because I look after Grogu at school, but he’s been great.”
“You really think that’s the only edge you have, girl?”
“What do you mean?”
She sighed. “I have never seen two people with more magnetism between them, boo. Have you seen the way he acts around you? And don’t get me started on the way you look at him.”
Staring into your eyes, she added, “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it.”
Your gut swirled with a sudden onset of anxiety and a shiver sent goosebumps up your arms.
“Gila, what are you saying? He’s my student’s parent.”
“Yeah -- for like two more months. After that there’s no problem.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes,” you said, a slight harshness to your tone. You couldn’t believe this conversation was happening. Your gut continued to churn as the muscles in your shoulders tensed up, sending a dull pain down your spine.
She harrumphed, plopping the last of her cookie into her mouth.
“Someone sounds in denial. You’re head over heels, girl. That much is clear.”
Your blood boiled at the sing-song raise of her voice. You looked away from her, choosing instead to focus your attention on Fennec’s hand motions as she went on with her tale.
“In all seriousness though, I just don’t want you to be scared of happiness.”
Her words thumped into your gut like you’d eaten a brick. Why did she have to put such perfect, accurate words to your existential turmoil?
“And I just hope you aren’t using the teacher angle as an excuse to run away. I’ve been worried about you, you seem extra stressed lately.”
You laughed. “This coming from the queen of stress?”
She snorted. “Yes, ma’am, I know it when I see it!”
You looked down. She was right. And you hated that. Your eyes found Din again, blinking in slight shock when you found him gazing at you. He tilted his head in what you guessed was a silent question. You smiled and bowed your head, hoping it would suffice.
It must’ve; he nodded and turned back to Boba.
“You seem so at ease with those two. Can’t remember the last time I saw you smile like that.”
You looked back at Gila and instantly regretted it -- she was fixing you with the biggest smirk you’d ever seen. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small grin escaping your lips despite your annoyance.
~~~
“Okay, kiddos, next game’s a fun one!”
Boba was addressing the young ones as they stood in a huddle before him.
“This will be a piggyback race -- two grown ups will give you all piggyback rides and race with each other to see who can run the fastest! Are you ready?”
A collective ‘yeah!’ rang out among the tiny crowd. Boba looked towards you and beckoned you over. You stood and joined him, at which point he waved Din over from his perch under the large tree.
“You two are gonna be our racers. Have fun!”
He patted both of you on the back before walking off to split the children into two teams, not giving either of you a chance to respond. You looked at Din with a scoff.
“I guess that means we’re rivals for this one.”
“Seems that way,” he said, looking off to where Boba had gone off. “Though I’m not exactly sure why Fett chose us for this.”
You shrugged. A mischievous voice in your head took over as you contemplated your next words.
“Maybe it’s because he knew I could beat you?”
He snapped his gaze back to you so fast, you wondered if he’d have whiplash. You snickered into your hand. He tilted his head at a deep angle, body leaning into your space.
“What have I told you about challenging Mandalorians?”
“Lies,” you retorted, ignoring the rush his tone sent through your veins. “You said it’d be a bad idea, but so far I’m the one winning.”
He hummed and sauntered up to you. The sound was low, dark, reminiscent of the feeling of walking outside during the crisp twilight. You shivered as goosebumps littered your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. He stopped just in front of you, making you crane your neck up to maintain eye contact.
“Well then, Missy, how about we make this more interesting?”
You gulped. You tried to squash the dizziness building up in your head that was making your breaths come shorter.
“And… how would we do that?”
You cursed the slight squeak in your voice. He just chuckled, the sound reverberating through every nerve in your body.
“I was thinking a little wager,” he said, a gorgeous layer of something you couldn’t quite define coating his tone. It was sweet and sultry. You could listen to it all day. You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue.
“Loser lets the winner do one thing for them. Anything at all.”
Your brows shot up. The wager was intriguing -- the exact opposite of what you expected to hear. You brought a hand to your chin in consideration before staring back into the visor.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
You let out a breath.
“Winner chooses what that thing is.”
“That’s a peculiar bet.”
He bent his head down at you with a shrug.
“Can you handle it?”
You scoffed with mild offense, wasting no time in holding out your hand.
“It’s on.”
He grasped it in a firm shake just as Boba came back over with the children. They’d been split into two teams of five -- yours consisted of Grogu and Li, as well as Tara, Rin, and one of your humans, Jack. Din had Chia, young humans Hera, Cal, and Ben, and young Devaronian Bru. Boba lined you and Din up at a clear spot outside of the picnic table area and explained the parameters of the race.
“Three rounds. First one, you’ll carry two children and run over to Fennec-” he pointed to where she stood a few yards off, waving her arms for a moment. “-then back here to me. Second round is three children, and the third is all five.”
You and Din glanced at each other. You smirked at him before turning to your group.
“You all ready to have fun?”
They cheered. Grogu and Tara would be your first passengers; They both clung to your shoulders and you did your best to support them with your arms wrapped behind you. You stooped forward a bit, legs poised for takeoff. In the spirit of fairness Din removed his jetpack, having Hera and Bru instead cling right onto his pauldrons. Boba stood behind you both.
“Ready...“
You and Din gave each other one last glance.
“Good luck,” he said.
“You too. You’ll need it after all.”
You dared to wink at him before facing forward. The children giggled from their perch on your shoulders.
“Oh, that’s it,” he breathed.
“... Go!”
You and Din took off. The children squealed as they bounced up and down with your movements. The faint cheers of the ones still waiting by Boba filled your ears as you willed your legs to move as quickly as they could. The wind swept past your face as Fennec’s figure grew closer and closer.
You noticed Din was a few paces behind you when you reached Fennec. You wasted no time turning around and sprinting back towards the finish line. Grogu and Tara cheered as you got closer and closer to Boba, the rest of your team jumping up and down as they beckoned you to hurry. You heard the thump of Din’s boots against the dirt next to you but did not look. Your gaze was focused ahead. Sure enough, you reached Boba first.
Grogu and Tara hopped down from your shoulders and celebrated with their teammates. You chuckled and caught your breath while Din let down his duo. You quirked your head at him before getting ready for round two.
Once Li, Jack, and Rin were in position -- two of them on your back and one in your arms -- you repositioned yourself at the starting line. This round proved to be more difficult, as you had spent a lot of momentum on the first one. Rookie mistake, you thought to yourself.
Din took the second round, but not without a fight. You did your best to stay on his heels until the end. Round three was redemption time, you decided.
Rin, Jack, and Tara mounted your back while Grogu and Li were tucked into the crooks of your elbows. Your muscles protested the extra strain being put upon them as Boba started the round and you took off once more.
You and Din were neck-in-neck for the entirety of the race, neither of you willing to give even an inch to the other. You both slowed as you reached Fennec before quickly making your way back. You struggled for breath as you pumped every muscle in your legs. A quick glance to your side showed you Din was still right at your pace. You could hear the faint wisps of his modulated breathing.
As you both got closer and closer to Boba’s post, you put all of your energy into picking up your speed. Boba’s eyes were narrow as he bent down to see who would reach him first. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Gila squatting at the side, ready to help with the verdict.
You and Din finally reached the finish, coming to a stop a few feet after it. You took in breath after breath, your throat dry from exertion. The children climbed off of you as you all made your way back to Boba.
“It was very close,” he started, “but our winner is Mando’s team.”
The children on Din’s team cheered while yours clapped for them before hugging your legs.
“You were awesome, Miss!” came Grogu’s little voice.
“That was so close!” came Li’s. You couldn’t help grinning.
“Thank you, kids! I guess Mr. Djarin is just faster.”
“Try lucky,” came Din’s voice. You looked up to him standing before you, hand poised to shake.
“That was not an easy race. Well done.”
You laughed as you shook his hand. The children perked up at Fennec’s voice, alerting them that it was time for ‘Pin the Tusk on the Bantha.’ They ran off towards her with a cheer, leaving you with Din and Boba.
“That was hilarious to watch,” Boba said with a chuckle. “You both did good.”
He left you both to join the crowd. You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at Din.
“So then, how will you spend your winnings?”
“I’ve got some ideas,” he said with a shrug before making his way over to the rest of the party. You stared after him, confusion filling your mind. You jogged to catch up to him.
“Wait- what does that mean?”
~~~
Grogu blew out the candles littering the top of his frog-themed cake after game time was over. Din had mentioned that Boba was up late baking the cake last night and that Fennec had woken up early this morning to decorate it. Your heart melted as you gazed at the physical manifestation of their devotion.
It was a fantastic cake -- light and spongy, with a sweet flavor that wasn’t too rich or faint. You made a mental note to compliment Boba on his skills when you got the chance. You had tried to refuse the cake at first out of guilt, seeing as Din wouldn’t be joining you all. But Din insisted. Something about the way he spoke could convince you of just about anything.
When the time for presents came, Grogu excitedly opened up parcel after parcel, each filled with toys and treats that had him wide-eyed and grinning. How you loved that precious smile. A familiar sense of envy entered your senses as you contemplated how often his guardians got to see that face.
Families began arriving soon after all the gifts had been opened to take the children home. As they left you bid each of them goodbye the way you would after a school day before waving to them as they sped away. Gila took off as well, promising Fennec they’d talk soon and giving you a playful nudge on her way out.
“Is there anything I can do to help clean up?” you asked as the family began to pack away the party.
“Oh, don’t worry-”
“Actually,” Boba cut Din off, guiding you towards the food table. “Would you mind helping me here?”
You gladly helped Boba pack up the various food plates, a sense of pride filling you upon noticing all your cookies were gone. You began covering up containers that held extra crackers, gummy snacks, fruits, and more. Boba worked on gathering plates and utensils, packing them all away in a larger box.
“Those two really seem taken with you,” he said, nodding towards where Din stood cradling Grogu in his arms. His words sent a spark through your heart as you smiled at the scene. You swallowed.
“Well,” you bit your lip, wondering if you should go ahead with what you wanted to say.
���... I’ve really enjoyed getting to know them.”
It felt like a kick to the gut. You wanted so badly to say what you meant, that you were just as taken with them. You quietly cleared your throat while stacking leftover brownies into a container, using a napkin to pick them up one by one.
“Your whole family is wonderful. I loved meeting you all during Open House.”
“Likewise,” he said. A beat of silence passed before he added,
“It had been so long since I saw him like that.”
Your hands froze. You looked at Boba, who was still gazing at Din and Grogu.
“He was so dead-focused on the child’s safety that he was constantly neglecting himself. But that night was different. And today has been different.”
He looked at you.
“It’s hardly a coincidence that you were involved both times.”
Your mouth opened and closed a few times. You couldn’t think of what to say. Boba’s narrow gaze made it impossible to dispute him.
“I-…”
He patted your shoulder and grinned.
“Don’t overthink it, dear. Just follow your heart.”
He walked off, carrying the utensil box and several containers filled with food over to where Fennec was waiting with a large wagon.
Your jaw hung open as you looked back over to Din and Grogu. Grogu was sitting in his pile of gifts, munching on some candy and playing with a new plush frog. Din sat beside him, nodding along to whatever he was saying.
Your heart squeezed. You almost doubled over.
~~~
Once everything was loaded into the wagon, Boba and Fennec asked you to accompany everyone to the house for continued assistance. They led the way while you walked at Din’s side, a sleepy Grogu tucked into the crook of his arm.
“Listen,” Fennec called over her shoulder, “when we get back we’ll take care of all this if you two put Junior down for his nap.”
Your brow shot up. Should you be doing that? You glanced at Din, who looked between you and Fennec before a small sigh escaped his lips.
“You sure?”
He sounded dejected, like he already knew the answer but wanted to take one last shot at changing it.
Fennec nodded. You noticed her and Boba share a subtle fist bump before facing forward once more. You leaned closer to Din.
“Are you sure that’s okay?”
“If it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”
You bit your lip as you looked down. You really shouldn’t. This wouldn’t be like nap time at school — this would be in Grogu’s house. In Grogu’s room.
With Grogu’s father.
It wasn’t a good idea.
“... Okay.”
~~~
Their house matched them, in a way. It wasn’t too big or too small: two levels, a pointed roof, and square windows with rounded corners. It was a pale tan color with white accents. Nicely sized on the inside as well; the entryway led into an open space with a family room and a kitchen. You assumed the door inside the kitchen led to the dining area. You smiled as your eyes landed on the wall in the family room, where Grogu’s family portrait sat front and center. A much more vivid version of the mental image of Din making the others come look once he put it up entered your mind, melting your heart.
Stairs sat at the far end of the family room, across from a door that led to the backyard. Din led you up to get to Grogu’s room. He turned to you once you both reached an open landing at the top.
“Would you mind holding him for a minute? I’ll be right back.”
You took the groggy bundle in your arms, watching his smile widen as he fought to keep his eyes open.
“Someone’s had an exciting day,” you cooed. He giggled.
“It was so fun,” he slurred, arms flailing for a second before flopping back down to his sides. You wanted to cry -- he was beyond adorable.
“Yeah? What was your favorite part?”
His little brow scrunched up in thought.
“Hide and seek! And cake!”
“Aw, great choices, bud!” you said with a giggle, giving his chin a tickle. You reveled in his infectious laughter.
“Okay,” came Din’s soft voice. You looked up and froze.
Din had removed his armor, cape, bandelier, and vest, leaving the flight suit bare on his body. Socked feet stood in place of his boots. How’d he remove all that so quickly, you wondered, though it made sense after additional thought.
It felt wrong to be there while he was in this state, literally and symbolically at the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him.
You tried to stop your eyes from wandering — tried, but failed. His physique was broad and solid; he took up your entire field of vision. So it wasn’t just the armor buffing him up. You were already aware that his muscles were no lie, but seeing them outlined like this had you biting your lip hard enough to feel your teeth indenting it. You snapped out of it when he reached for Grogu, handing him over and letting Din lead the rest of the way to Grogu’s room.
He opened the door to Grogu’s little space: dark blue walls decorated with plastic stars covered the entire room. The afternoon light spilled through the window, giving the stars a slight glare that made them feel real. A little door that you assumed opened to a closet sat on the adjacent wall with a dresser placed next to it. A small desk was tucked into a side corner, littered with crayons and paper. A hammock-style bed hung in the back corner. Various plushes littered the whole room, including one you instantly recognized on Grogu’s bed: the Mudhorn from the zoo. The sight had you grinning.
You waited by the door while Din walked over to the bed.
“Papa, can Miss be in the hug today?”
Din looked back at you for a moment before he looked back at Grogu.
“If she wants to. But that means we have to stand, okay?”
“Okay!”
Din returned his gaze to you.
“Usually I’ll hold him for a little bit while he falls asleep. Typically I put him in the bed first, but…” He trailed off, shuffling his weight between his feet.
“Would you like to join in?”
You bit back a smile. Between the image of Din cradling Grogu before you and Grogu’s sweet request, you felt your heart would burst. You took in a breath through your nose, considering your next move.
“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to interfere with what you two normally do.”
He shook his head.
“You wouldn’t be. We both insist.”
You let out a breathy chuckle.
“Okay.”
You made your way over to them, but slowed down when Din held out his arm to you. A sudden wave of nerves made your hands shake and your knees buckle. You hadn’t thought this through.
You slowly reached out when you got to Din, stepping into his space and letting his arm wrap around your shoulders. Yours lightly rested on his armorless back, your other one coming forward to cradle Grogu’s head.
Din was warm -- a soothing sensation that seeped into your back from his arm, and into your hand from where it rested on his back. The familiar scent of his cologne filled your nose with its calming fragrance. Grogu’s little wrinkly head wiggled about in your other hand as he looked between you both, a large smile adorning his features and making his rosy cheeks puff out.
Gila’s words suddenly resurfaced in your mind:
‘Two more months. It won’t be a problem after that.’
‘You seem so at ease with those two. Can’t remember the last time I saw you smile like that.’
‘You’re head over heels, girl. That much is clear.’
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. She was right -- you were at ease. You were happy. Your heart was full.
And that scared you beyond belief.
This was supposed to be a harmless crush. Why was it turning out like this?
You were broken from your mental dilemma when Din spoke up.
“How’re you feeling, kid?”
“Good,” Grogu responded with a yawn. Din’s thumb ran up and down Grogu’s arm. You mirrored his motion with your thumb on Grogu’s head, the sensation making his eyes flutter.
“I’m happy Miss is here.”
You let out a little laugh. You were reminded of when he had a nightmare at school and fell asleep in your arms. You had been so content in that moment, but it didn’t compare to this. This feeling of holding him here as he fell asleep, with Din at your side…
This was complete.
“Me too, bud. Thank you for inviting me.”
He tried to grin through another yawn before he fully fell asleep. With one last pat you removed your hand from his head, turning to Din.
“I’ll wait outside,” you whispered. He nodded, dragging his arm across your shoulders and giving you a squeeze before letting you go.
“Thank you.”
You stepped out of Grogu’s room and gently closed the door, your arms coming up to wrap around yourself. Your heart was pounding. In your ears, your fingers, your throat. You swallowed to try and quell the feeling.
You did not sign up for this. To feel like you were suffocating in the sweetest bliss you’ve ever known, to have given full access to your heart to two certain someones without even registering it, to feel so at home in their embrace. It was as if you were in-
No.
No. Way. Not that. There was no way that’s what this was -- it just couldn’t be. You cradled your face in your hand and sighed.
When did you become so careless?
You jumped when the door opened behind you. You turned to face Din as he quietly shut it again.
“All set?” you asked, hoping he didn’t catch your surprise.
He nodded. “Didn’t take very long.”
You giggled, nerves still constricting your gut.
He tucked his thumbs into his pockets, tilting his head your way.
“Thank you for doing that for him. It meant a lot.”
You shrugged. “I’ll admit, I was surprised. I… It was different than putting him down for naptime at school.”
Another head quirk.
“A good different,” you added, “but just… unexpected.”
He nodded. Silence passed over you both for a moment before he jerked his head to the side.
“Follow me, I want to show you something.”
You let him guide you to a room across the way from Grogu’s that sat next to the stairs. He held the door open as you stepped into what looked like a hybrid office and storage space.
It was much bigger than Grogu’s room. A desk stood against the far wall, taking up the whole corner. Next to it stood a tall bookshelf, filled to the brim with books and knick knacks. Boxes were stacked in another corner, a tall silver spear leaning against them. The space in the middle was completely open. The walls were decorated with several of Grogu’s drawings. You smiled as you took in the sight of them. Din was in most of them; Boba and Fennec were in quite a few; Grogu’s classmates showed up as well, sometimes with you alongside them; some drawings had faces of men and women you didn’t recognize.
“This is normally where I hang Grogu’s art,” Din said, coming to stand next to you after letting the door fall shut. “There’s one in particular I wanted you to see.”
He placed a hand on your shoulder to turn you towards the far wall. Near the window next to the desk were more drawings. He pointed one out as you got closer that took your breath away.
Depicted in his signature scribble style on pale pink paper was you standing next to Grogu, both of you smiling and holding hands with a big heart surrounding you both. Warmth engulfed every inch of you, a pleasant tingle making its way through your arms and into your fingertips. You cupped your nose and mouth with your hands with a weak sigh.
“You really do mean a lot to him.”
A quiet sob thumped through your chest despite your lack of tears. You slowly shook your head.
“I’m touched,” you turned towards Din. “He means just as much to me.”
You held your gaze for a moment before turning back to the drawing. You heard a small modulated exhale next to you. Your eyes trailed over the drawings that surrounded that one. Some depicted the large starship from the family portrait, some depicted creatures, one showed Din holding what looked like the darksaber — you laughed to yourself. What an imagination Grogu has, you thought. Your brow scrunched as you saw one that showed Din next to what looked like a Krayt Dragon, limbs fully spread out like a star.
“Can I ask what’s happening in that one?” you asked with a laugh.
Din chuckled. “Yeah- I may or may not have had a run-in with a Krayt Dragon a while back.”
“Please tell me you were just as expressive, that you ran up to it and did this and it just decided not to mess with you,” you mocked as you mimicked the pose.
He bent down and laughed. Much closer to what you wanted, but not quite. It was still a full sound that filled the room and engulfed your ears. A serene wave washed over you.
“Honestly, that’s probably pretty close to how I looked at the time. I was a bit preoccupied — I trust Grogu’s assessment.”
He stood back up as he spoke, head tilting at you when you remained still.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes,” you said as you blinked away your wandering thoughts. “You just-” you gulped and pushed the words out.
“You have a lovely laugh.”
He stared for a moment. A hand came up to scratch his neck as he let out a nervous chuckle. He looked away and gave a small shrug.
“You do too, you know.”
You ran your lips between your teeth, tingles moving through you once again. You averted your gaze as heat rushed into your cheeks. You tore through your thoughts, desperate to change the subject. A light bulb went off in your head when your hand brushed against the bag at your waist.
“Oh,” you called as you reached into it and pulled out the smaller tupperware filled with cookies that you had set aside.
“Before I forget -- I packed some cookies separately for you all to have. And I figured you wouldn’t be able to have any at the party, didn’t want you to feel left out.”
You held the container out to him as he stepped forward to take it.
“That’s very thoughtful,” he said, cradling it between his hands. “Thank you.”
You nodded.
“I actually used some of those orange berries you all liked so much from the garden,” you looked off to the side as you went on. “I figured Grogu would like them more with those in there, and they actually-”
A hiss caught your attention. Your eyes bulged from your skull when you looked back at Din, who had opened the box and was now lifting his helmet to take a bite of a cookie. You caught a glimpse of his chin -- sunkissed brown skin, with dark stubble adorning the area save for one spot along his defined jawline; the smallest sight of plump pink lips opening to accept the little blue disk -- before you ripped your eyes away and turned your back.
Your heart skipped beat after beat, hammering against your ribs with a force previously unknown to you. Your breaths came so short, it made you dizzy. You were practically panting. What was he doing? Why was he doing that?
… why were your lips tingling? You bit down on them in hopes of stopping the sensation.
You took in a deep breath when you heard the click of the helmet once more. You slowly turned back around. He was closing the box up and placing it on the desk, his back facing you.
“Wow, these are great,” he said with a full mouth.
“I-I’m glad you like them.” you swallowed as your voice cracked. When did your throat get so dry?
“No wonder everyone ate up that whole plate,” he laughed, “I’ll need to make sure Grogu doesn’t inhale all of these without sharing.”
You tried to giggle, though it sounded more like a pained squeak. Your heart was still running a marathon in your chest, the image of what lay underneath that helmet now tattooed to your mind’s eye.
A million thoughts raced through your mind. He said he only takes off the helmet around those he trusted most. That couldn’t include you. You’d only known him for a few months at this point, there was no way you were worthy of this level of trust. Not at this point.
You glanced up. He hadn’t moved from the desk, gaze trained downward. Anxiety coiled around your gut as you wondered if he was regretting what he’d done.
You snorted when he opened up the box and took out another cookie. You looked down while he ate it, trying to bite down your laughter.
“They’re so good,” he insisted, “I’m just making up for not getting any at the party.”
You laughed out loud.
“You can do whatever you please, Din, I’m not judging.”
“Careful, Missy, I might just follow through on that.”
You stared at him, jaw dropped. He slowly turned and let out a snicker upon seeing your expression. You cleared your throat and tried to think of a clever retort, but once again came up short. You just shook your head and laughed.
“What is it, Missy,” he asked, voice dropping an octave as he exaggerated the nickname. He stepped towards you. “Loth Cat got your tongue?”
You gulped. You were helpless to stop your eyes from darting down to where his lips were, the image of them flashing in your mind once more. You bit your lip. Your composure was no match for him.
“I-...” you breathed, unsure if you actually had anything to say. He continued to advance into your space, stopping just before his chest -- his armorless chest -- would come into contact with yours. You stared up into his visor. Your tongue moved on its own, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“I wonder if your eyes are as pretty as your lips.”
His shoulders went stiff. It was so quiet, but you still heard the hitch in his breath. An instant energy shift -- his playful demeanor was long gone. A thick silence fell over you both. You didn’t dare look away from him. He inched closer, dipping his head down towards you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you stretched your neck upward. You braced yourself for what you hoped was coming.
The smallest tinge of cold touched down on your forehead. Tentative, apprehensive, until you sighed and leaned into it. Din leaned further down and fully pressed his helmet to your forehead as he took in a breath, hands coming around to grip your shoulders. Yours found his as well, grabbing at the fabric of his flight suit to pull him closer, unable to keep your smile down. He squeezed your shoulders and pulled you in further until your nose bumped into his visor. You giggled.
The cold beskar bit at your flushed skin, but you didn’t care. Heat erupted under your cheeks and spread through your veins. You breathed it all in -- the warmth, the cologne, the pressure of his hands on your shoulders, the inevitable indent the ridge of his helmet would leave on your forehead -- him.
You slowly opened your eyes, their reflection in his visor being the first thing you saw. You tried to catch your breath as you closed your eyes again and tilted your head. He followed you, pulling you closer and pressing in with just a bit more pressure. The movement pinned your arms between your chest and his while his knees brushed against your thighs. You reveled in it all.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ a voice in your head suddenly scolded.
‘You shouldn’t be doing this. You don’t deserve to be doing this.’
Your eyes shot open. You looked where you hoped his were, doubts beginning to cloud your conscience. His grip on you loosened. You leaned in again for just a second before breaking contact. Your hands slid off his shoulders and came to rest on his chest.
“Are you okay?”
You bit your lip. All this, and his first instinct is still to check on you? You nodded, looking back up at him.
“Yeah,” you breathed with a smile. You took a deep breath. His chest slightly heaved under your touch, the faint thump of his quick heartbeat bouncing off your hand.
“I’ve, uh… wanted to do that for some time,” he said, hands sliding from your shoulders to cradle your elbows, the motion giving you space to breathe. You quirked your head.
“Really?”
He nodded. “Almost did at Open House, but I just… didn’t.”
One of his hands came up to your face, gloved knuckles trailing your cheek with the lightest touch. You stared into the black abyss as memories from Open House returned to the forefront of your mind. You remembered how embarrassed you were at the assumptions you made and couldn’t help the vindication entering your soul. But in an instant it was gone as your fears took over once more.
‘He probably just wants something from you,’ the voice yelled.
‘This is too good to be true. You’re just going to hurt everyone if you keep this up.’
‘What about the kids? Your job?’
‘Stop,’ you begged. A searing pain stabbed through your heart.
“Din, I-...”
You looked away.
“I think I need to go.”
‘Wh-”
“I’m sorry.”
You took a step back, hands immediately clutching your bag strap. His hands were still in their position where they’d just been holding you, fingers slowly curling around the empty space.
“Did I upset you?”
“No,” you quickly said with a rapid shake of the head. “Not at all. I just… need to figure some things out.”
He slowly brought his hands to his sides.
“Okay.”
You flew towards the door, stopping with your hand on the knob when he called your name.
“I’ll give you your space, but can we talk about this soon?”
You quickly nodded without turning around before turning the knob and walking out, painful guilt immediately burning under your skin. You made your way down the stairs and through the living room, running into Boba and Fennec as they were putting food from the party away in the kitchen.
“Leaving so soon?” Boba asked.
“Yes,” you said, eager to keep this short. “I have some things I need to do, but thank you all so much for having me today.”
You mustered up your best smile for them before making your way out the front door.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to break something.
What have you done?
***
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A Wish
Request: Would I be able to request an established relationship Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, where Spencer and Reader work at the BUA together? After a case ends in Florida, Reader somehow convinces Spencer to go to Disney World (specifically Magic Kingdom) before they have to fly home. I mean he loves Reader, so he can never say no to her. So they go and of course, he gets overwhelmed with crowds and the noise, so the reader has to calm him down and they go back to the hotel for takeout and cuddles. I’m going to Disney at the end of the month for my 24th birthday!
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this! I really hope it turned out how you were hoping! I love Disney and Spencer Reid so writing the two together was just fabulous lol. I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Warnings: slight over stimulation
Word Count: 977
Love was a funny thing, it could make you do things you don’t particularly want to do, and that is exactly why Spencer Reid was talking to Hotch about him and y/n staying in Florida during their mandatory three days off. He hung up the phone and looked up just in time to see y/n fling herself onto the cheap hotel bed, exhaustion from the case they just wrapped up and all the energy she used to convince antisocial Dr. Reid to visit Disney World’s Magic Kingdom.
“Well, I guess my princess is getting her wish.” Spencer walked over to y/n who was now sitting up and smiling widely at him. She let out a squeal and launched herself into his arms. He held her tightly never taking the moments he has with her for granted. She pulled back and kissed the tip of Spencer’s nose and said, “I’m going to go shower.” He let her go and as she made her way to the shower she shouted, “I’M SO EXCITED!” which made Spencer chuckle and his heart do little flips due to her happiness.
He could hear the water running and then it was followed by his princess singing a mixture of right and wrong lyrics to Poor Unfortunate Souls which made him chuckle to himself. He started to look forward to tomorrows adventure.
The next morning Spencer was jolted awake by a very excited and eager y/n. She looked like a little kid on Christmas morning by the way she was bouncing on the bed trying to wake him. Spencer turned and wrapped his arms around her and rolling them over, so she was trapped between him and the bed.
“Good morning Princess.” Spencer smiled down at y/n as she struggled lightly against him not wanting to contain her excitement. She leaned up and pecked a kiss on his lips, “Good morning, love. Umm… can you let me go? I have a surprise for you.”
Spencer arched an eyebrow in confusion but released her. She made her way over to her suitcase and turned to face Spencer again with a toothy grin splitting her face. She let out a little giggle as she showed him the set of Mickey and Minnie ears and said, “I may or may not had been hoping this would happen while we were here. I bought this the other day while you were questioning witnesses.” Spencer shook his head and laughed as he sat up and said, “You sneaky girl.”
Y/n walked back to him as she straddled his lap, she placed the Mickey ears on him. His chestnut curls formed a sea of brown around them. Y/n placed the Minnie ears on herself and in a squeaky mouse like voice said, “I love you.”
In just a short two hours they had dressed, ate breakfast, and was finally inside the park. Y/n was trying so hard not to pull Spencer and run to different rides. He loved watching her light up with anticipation in every line they waited in, and he loved to see the pure happiness radiate off her as soon as the ride was over.
They rode rides constantly for a little over an hour before a realization hit y/n. “Spence! We haven’t met any characters yet!”, there was real sadness in her voice as she said this that Spencer immediately started to look for a character meet and greet. It wasn’t hard and the universe must had been on their side because the first character they met was none other than y/n’s favorite Disney princess, Belle.
Y/n squeezed Spencer’s hand and he laughed as she pulled them in line to meet her. Once it was their turn, he pulled out his phone and took more pictures then necessary. He watched as y/n chatted with her childhood role model and thought to himself how much fun it would be to bring their children there one day.
Once they moved on to other characters the crowd started to grow in the room they were in. Spencer started to have a ringing in his ears and his chest felt like it was on the brink of collapsing. He grabbed onto y/n’s arm which got her attention and she instantly understood what was happening. She started pushing past people, ignoring the rude comments that shouldn’t be uttered in a place so innocent.
Once they were outside and as far from people as possible, y/n started counting with Spencer, “…8,7,6…”. He finally caught his breath and started to count along with her. She pulled him into a hug and started to run her fingers soothingly through his curly locks and asked, “Would you like to go back to the hotel for a bit?” Spencer could only nod as he took her hand and followed his Princess out of the park.
Back at the hotel they were curled up in each other’s arms. Spencer felt guilty for ending their adventure earlier than planned and he said just as much. This made y/n stop rubbing circles on his back as she said, “Never apologize for something like this. You and your health mean way more to me then some rides or high fiving Buzz Lightyear.” Spencer laughed a little at that last part and looked into y/n’s eyes and said, “I love you, Princess.”
Y/n smiled and said, “I love you too.” She kissed his head and turned in his arms, grabbing the remote from the bed side table. She switched the TV on and said, “Now it’s movie time!” And that was how the rest of the day and on into the night went. Y/n saying every word to every Disney movie they watched. Spencer felt like he was in a dream as they sang out of tune along with Mulan, but they say a dream is a wish your heart makes.
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#spencer reid#dr. spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#fanfic#request finished#fic request
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request. trynna think of a request for u rn 🧏♀️ how ab tsukki w a best friend who’s so grade conscious bc ppl have high expectations of them n one day she breaks down bc she b afraid of failure n he’s like .......ok ill comfort them bc theyre my best friend but im also secretly in love w them trope😝 definitrly not because this reminds me of a certain someone who is not myself and i definitrly dont need to hear this😭 - @tsukisemi
a/n. sue you are a GENIUS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN. i absolutely adore best friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers tropes they make me so happy ugh once again THANK YOU
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- pairing. tsukishima x female reader (pronouns not specifically stated, but there is ma’am lol)
- warnings. make out session! lol oops. suggestive content
- word count. 1.8k+
it was a friday evening, and you found yourself studying at kei tsukishima’s house. again. no matter how many times you tried to convince him to do other things while hanging out in the warmth of his bedroom, he always insisted that academics came before baking and movies.
the two of you have been friends since your last year of junior high, after yamaguchi was too busy looking up at his tall companion to realize another figure was about to collide with him. the two of you made contact with the ground, before jumping up to apologize quickly.
tsukishima found himself instantly infatuated with you - you were gorgeous. your breathtaking eyes, the way your school uniform seemed to fit just perfectly, the way he imagined your smaller hands and fingers slotting in between his - he was absolutely intrigued. yamaguchi would say love at first sight, the taller male would call him ridiculous.
the three of you instantly clicked, with you and yamaguchi being the more talkative ones of the trio. tsukishima acted as a parental figure, scolding you two constantly for doing things you weren’t supposed to.
upon overhearing a conversation with sensei that you would be heading to karasuno for high school - the same place tsukishima and yamaguchi were planning on going - he let out a breath he never knew he was holding in. he continued listening to sensei urging you to plan on going somewhere more academic based - like shiratorizwa or fukurōdani. you put it simply that you would rather go somewhere more balanced. sensei was hesitant before he approved of your plans.
you had always been good at doing homework and classwork, but you weren’t so good at taking tests. they intimidated you, making you worry that you would end up receiving something lower than a B+. tsukishima and yamaguchi knew of course, since the two of you held frequent study sessions at each others’ houses. this tradition carried on even when the three of you made it into karasuno, just not as frequently due to the boys’ volleyball practices.
today, however, yamaguchi was helping yachi teach kageyama and hinata english since tsukishima blatantly refused. the two of you headed back to his house, and instantly began flipping through your textbooks. he was quietly scribbling words and numbers on his papers, seemingly flying through assignments. you were sat on his bed, stuck on one section in particular.
“why the hell is ap chemistry so hard?” you sighed, scratching your scalp. tsukishima turned his head to see you rubbing your eyes, which adorned deep blue bags underneath. he sighed, putting his pencil down as he walked to sit on the edge of the bed alongside you. he looked over your shoulder, reading the complex chemical equations. “you know this one, l/n. you got it.”
you shook your head quickly, “no, i don’t tsukki. i have no idea what i’m doing and sensei literally didn’t even teach us this. see, this is why i’m glad i didn’t end up going to an academy because this would be ten times harder. i hate that people are always assuming i can handle this with ease. i can’t.” you finished, blinking back tears.
tsukishima sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses before readjusting them to focus on the question. he began rubbing his finger over the numbers, slowly explaining each process. you were surprised he was being kind, but you didn’t want to take this soft moment for granted. you simply nodded your head, hurriedly scribbling down what he was saying in your notebook.
“tell you what,” he turned, looking into your eyes. “if you can do these next four questions by yourself, i’ll give you something i’ve been meaning to for a while.” you tilted your head, “tsukki, my birthday was months ago.” he chuckled, getting up to sit in his chair, which was now facing you. “i’m aware.” the two of you stared at each other for a while, before you turned your attention back to your textbook.
using tsukishima’s explanations and whatever strategies you learned from sensei, you flew through two of the questions with ease, getting stuck on the third one. tsukishima explained once more, telling you to use a different equation for the next two. you nodded, finally understanding.
the next two questions were hard to figure out, but you finally got through them. you placed your pencil in between the crease of the pages, looking up to tsukisima expectedly. when he didn’t move, you were confused. did he just trick you into doing homework?
tsukishima gulped, attempting to calm his erratic heart and shaky legs. was he ready for this? no, he wasn’t. but even as yamaguchi said; he’s been putting this off for long enough. he knew he liked you, but had no idea just what to do about it. he knew he would be jeopardizing your friendship in some way, but tsukishima couldn’t deny that he wanted some sort of affectionate skinship to happen between the two of you.
he released his lower lip from his teeth before shaking his head. he stood up, walking towards you with slight hesitation. he plopped himself next to you, your shoulders brushing against each other. tsukishima lifted his glasses off his nose before leaning forward, pressing a quick peck to your lips.
your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened more than you believed they ever could. your face exploded with heat, and you began spewing out incoherent words. he stood up, returning to his seat. “tsukki?” you asked in disbelief. “yes?” he responded, seemingly unphased. “w-what was that?” he watched you run your middle and forefinger over your lips, “my gift.” your jaw dropped open once more, earning a rare chuckle from your blond friend. or maybe, not a friend anymore.
“if you finish the next four questions, i’ll give you another one. if you want,” his last words were muffled by the back of his hand. you smiled at the sight; tsukishima, the most stoic boy you’ve ever met, was embarrassed. nonetheless, you were going to earn another kiss from your friend, not to mention the boy you’ve been in love with for the past two years.
you were quick to pick up your pencil, reading the questions as quickly as possible. “and don’t rush either, idiot,” tsukishima jested. you stuck your tongue out at him, feeling your heart flutter as he let out a soft chuckle.
you made sure to complete each question thoroughly, wondering if you would get extra points for doing more work. tsukishima stood over your figure, eyes scanning over each question. he pointed at one, “the equation was right, but check your calculations again.” you sighed, turning back to the book.
tsukishima bent over, pressing a light kiss atop your head, making you jolt in surprise. he staggered back holding his chin, and you stood up waving your hands frantically. he held his hand up to stop your word-vomit, letting a light chuckle escape his lips.
you pressed your lips in a line, sitting back down. you began calculating the equation once more, finally coming up with the right answer. “there you go. see? you only have four questions left now.” you lifted your chin expectedly, watching him squat in front of you. you pursed your lips as he began to lean in, pressing teasing kisses to both of your cheeks. you groaned in annoyance, before sandwiching his face in between your palms. “stop teasing,” you muttered sternly. “yes ma’am,” he joked, finally closing the distance between you two.
this kiss was a tad bit more passionate, the two of you moving your lips together excitedly. it would’ve been a make out session, if tsukishima had not pulled away with a grin. “last four questions.” he smirked at you before standing up, returning to his chair once more.
these questions were possibly the worst. there were multiple equations in each separate question, and it left you wondering why someone would ever want to major in chemistry. tsukishima watched your face contort into borderline anger, your lower lip between your teeth. he swiftly stood up, placing himself next to you on the bed. he reached his arm around you, rubbing circles into your lower back as you continued writing the wrong equations.
“here,” he spoke up finally, removing the pencil from your grasp. he began writing in a clear fashion which numbers were to be plugged in where, and it finally clicked for you. he glanced at your profile, watching your mouth fall open. he smiled to himself as he watched you solve the equations with ease, his hand never leaving your back.
you finally finished, looking up at the blond with long-awaited anticipation. “you’re eager,” he whispered, his eyes becoming soft. his gaze flickered between yours and your plush lips - the one’s he’s been waiting to feel on his for so long. and the feeling wasn’t disappointing. they felt amazing, and he was on cloud nine. a little voice that sounded like yamaguchi resonated in tsukishima’s head saying, “finally.”
the two of you began moving forward at a slow pace, until you gripped onto his shirt pulling him into you to finally close the gap. this kiss was definitely not like the last ones. this one was ferocious; two pining friends finally earning exactly what they’ve been patiently waiting for.
tsukishima’s right hand made its way to your hip, prompting you to lay down. he hovered over you, not once pulling away. your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, and he eagerly allowed your tongue to meet his. your hands began roaming, feeling tsukishima’s pecs. they slowly moved down to his abs, which were rock-solid, much to your surprise.
you gasped as he pulled away to press open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck. your hands gripped his hair as he sucked on a particular spot that elicited a whine from your throat.
he pulled away, looking down at you with golden irises filled with lust. his gaze fell on the newly formed red spot on your neck, and he sat up pushing his glasses back to rest on the bridge of his nose. “sorry about that,” he whispered, his voice filled with nerves. “don’t be. i liked it,” you smiled, watching his gaze soften for the umpteenth time that day.
“do you like me?” he asked hesitantly. you paused, your eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion. “you know, for one of the smartest in the class, you’re pretty dumb.” he opened his mouth to protest, before you sat up to give him a quick kiss. “yes, i like you.”
his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you back down onto his bed. “can we cuddle,” he said it as more of a statement than a question. you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his back. “can you be my boyfriend,” you pretend to mock, causing his head to snap up. he nodded hastily before burrowing his face into your chest once more.
“i love you,” he said, his words muffled by your shirt. “i love you too, kei.” you smiled as you ran your hands through his golden locks, hearing a content sigh escape his lips.
#tsukishima x reader#kei tsukishima#tsukishima kei#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! x reader#tsukishima x fem!reader
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Baby Fever
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: ~2.4k
Summary: Sometimes, all you need to work up your courage is a little push. And Steve receives just that. When the two of you go to babysit Morgan, he gets a little sneak peek into what a future with you could be like - and he doesn`’t want to let that thought go.
Warnings: this sucks lol, but it’s just a bunch of fluff
A/N: so a lot of my oneshots are about getting INTO relationships instead of being in one prior, but I just couldn’t resist this trope ugh. I CANT RESIST DAD! STEVE UGHHH. also i decided to start making moodboards, inspired by @marvelsswansong teehee. dedicating this to @rynhaswritersblock , who recently joined tumblr! I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU
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“Are you guys sure about this?” Pepper looked back and forth between you and Steve as she packed up the last of her things, rolling the suitcases to the front door. "She's a lot to handle...and I know you guys already have a lot on your plate and all.."
"I'm sure," you gave her a reassuring smile, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We're going to have fun, right, Morgan?"
"Yeah!" the little Stark giggled, raising her arms in the air, "We're gonna have so much fun together!"
"We'll be back by tomorrow night," Tony informed you, leaning down to kiss Morgan's forehead, "Bye, sweetheart. Make sure to behave for them, okay?"
"Okay!"
"I can't thank you guys enough," Pepper stated. "It's been forever since we were last able to get a break like this."
"You deserve it," you nodded, "now go! Shoo! Don't worry and just relax! That's the whole point of you going on this trip."
"Alright, alright," she chuckled, "see you soon, then!"
As soon as the door closed behind them, Morgan immediately jumped up into your arms. "Let's go play!"
"What do you want to do?" you asked.
"A tea party!"
"Well..." Steve looked down at his watch, "it's getting close to lunchtime, so how about we have something to eat first, and then we'll play, okay?"
"Yay!"
While you kept Morgan busy, Steve got set to making a simple lunch of grilled cheese for you all to eat. When he brought the plates to the living room, he saw saw you sitting in between Morgan's legs as she was plopped down on the couch, pulling your hair up into a high bun.
"Now, what's this?" Steve raised an eyebrow as he set down the food on the coffee table, ruffling Morgan's hair. "Did you bother her?"
"She didn't," you laughed lightly, "don't worry."
"Do you like it?" Morgan giggled. "I think she looks super pretty!"
"I approve," Steve nodded, giving the little girl a thumbs-up.
"So, Morgan," you cleared your throat, "Who's your favorite Avenger?"
"Daddy is!"
"Besides your dad."
"You!"
“And why is that?”
“Because you can shoot lasers out of your eyes and control the weather! And that’s really really cool!”
“I think you just hurt Steve’s feelings,” you reminded her.
“He’s my second favorite!”
“Really, kiddo?” Steve raised a brow, “after all I’ve done for you? Who took you out to ice cream after your dance recital? Who let you have dessert before dinner when your dad was too busy working? Who let you go sledding with their shield?”
“But Y/N is the cool auntie!”
"See that, Cap? She likes me more than you," you smirked, nudging Steve in the shoulder. "I'm her favorite."
Steve scoffed. “I’m right behind you. I’m her second favorite.”
"I'm better than you are, though."
After you were all done eating, Morgan grabbed Steve’s hand, then motioned for you to all follow her upstairs to her room. Within five minutes you were all dressed up with feathery boas, colorful scarves, bejeweled sunglasses, and bright pink birthday hats.
"You look ridiculous," you snorted as you adjusted Steve’s fuchsia feather boa and sunglasses. "I could just take a picture of you right now and store it for future blackmail use."
"Don't you dare," he warned.
Too late. You already had your phone out and he blinked in surprise as the flash went off. You giggled as you saw the surprise evident in his face.
"Ooh! Let's take a group selfie!" Morgan jumped up and down. Steve let out a sigh but as soon as he saw the eager look in her eyes he couldn't resist. You crowded together as you quickly took the group picture, making funny faces because she insisted on doing so.
Pepper was right in saying Morgan was a lot to handle. If being an Avenger was the most difficult thing to do, this had to be the second hardest job to take. By the time dinner rolled around, you were tired out of your mind from running around the backyard throwing a Frisbee back and forth, commentating on Barbie movies together, cartwheeling through the halls, climbing trees, and her undoing and redoing your hair.
"Why don't you take a break. I'll get dinner ready," Steve offered. "You need to rest."
"But St-" you began.
"It's fine," he waved you both off, "you deserve it."
"Thank you," you yawned, stretching your arms up in the air. As soon as you flopped down onto the couch, you drifted off.
“Auntie Y/N? Where are...oh!” Morgan hopped over and peered over the sofa, seeing that you were fast asleep. She picked up the blanket that had been strewn aside from earlier, and carefully pulled it over your body, before patting your forehead and skipping off to the kitchen to find Steve.
“Uncle Steve!” She tugged on the super-soldier’s pant leg, and he looked down from where he was chopping up cilantro at the counter. The heavenly smell of Italian spice blends began filling the air. “What are you making?”
“Garlic tomato basil chicken,” he responded with a soft smile as he set his knife down and washed his hands, crouching down to her eye level. “It’s almost ready. Is Y/N still asleep?”
“Uh huh.”
“Why don’t you wake her up for me, while I go set the table. Sounds good?”
“Yup!”
"Y/N, WAKE UP!" she began jumping up and down wildly. "Wake up wake up wake up wake up!"
You groaned and stirred awake, rubbing your eyes as you stood up. "Who woke me u- oh, hey!"
"Were you tired?"
"Yes, Morgan, very," you gave her a tired smile, "so I took a nap. Are you not tired?"
"Nope!"
“Alright,” you exhaled, picking her up. “Let’s go eat!” She instantly rested her head against your shoulder.
Steve watched you pick Morgan up and spin her around as she let out a squeal - and felt a rush of pride wash over him in seeing you being so playful with the little girl. You'd make an excellent parent to his future child, he thought to himself. All you needed now was a ring around your finger.
He felt his heart race at the thought - since when did he start feeling this way about you?
"Dinner's ready!"
"Uncle Steve, are you one of those chef guys on TV?" Morgan's eyes widened in awe as she slid into her seat, looking down at her plate. "This looks super cool! How did you do this?"
"No, I'm not," Steve laughed, "This just takes a lot of practice."
For the majority of dinner, Morgan retold little memories along the lines of 'Remember when that one time you came over for Daddy’s birthday and then Uncle Steve came too and I went sledding with his shield? That was so fun!"
The five year-old was definitely talkative, but nobody minded at all. She was too adorable that it didn't matter how chatty she was - even you, the tough, seemingly coldhearted Agent Y/N had warmed up to her.
After a long, jam-packed day, Morgan was completely knocked out, splayed out across the couch clutching her favorite stuffed duck. You quietly crept towards her and picked her up, carrying her upstairs to her room and gently laying her down in bed.
You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching as her brown hair fell around her face like a little halo, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. A small smile found its way onto your face as you stood there.
Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.
"Hey," Steve exhaled, resting his chin on top of your head. You could feel his warm breath against your neck as he spoke. "What're you standing here for?"
"Hmmm...just watching, making sure she's alright..." you hummed, placing your hands over his as he gently rocked you both from side to side. "Uh...what time is it?"
"10:30."
"Wow. Who knew she could tire you out so quickly," you let out a yawn. "I normally don't go to bed until 1 or 2, or at all for that matter."
"You should get ready for bed, too," he suggested, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Come on. You’re sharing the guest room with me, if you don’t mind."
"Sounds good," you yawned again as he released you from his hold, closing the door before turning around and following him down the hall.
You were too worn out to change or wash up, crawling underneath the covers and pulling them up to your chin. Steve slid into bed besides you, and within minutes you were both fast asleep.
"Yeah!" Morgan squealed, jumping up and down on the mattress. "Auntie Y/N! Uncle Steve! Stop cuddling and get up because it's time to eat!"
The two of you slowly stirred awake, then when you realized the compromising position you were in you quickly pulled apart, sitting up as you rubbed your eyes and ducked your heads slightly to hide the blush on your faces.
"Are you guys dating?"
"No, we're not!" you and Steve replied in unison.
"Uh huh."
Much to Morgan's delight, you ended up eating Mickey Mouse-shaped pancakes for breakfast. Afterwards you took to playing Frisbee and several other games outside for a couple hours before heading back in and bingeing several episodes of Sofia the First while eating macaroni.
Though sometimes when you glanced over at Morgan laughing and enjoying herself throughout the day, you felt a pang in your chest. You'd missed out on so many years with your parents - your early graduation from Penn State, being promoted to commander of SHIELD’s strike team at just 21, becoming an Avenger - only being able to experience a fraction of your life with them before their lives were unfairly cut short.
"Are you okay?" Steve glanced at you worriedly, placing a hand on top of yours.
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Come on...what's up? Just tell me," he pleaded. "I don't like seeing you sad. It makes me sad, too."
You bit your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut. "I miss Mom and Dad...seeing Morgan reminded me so much of what I was like as a kid...the memories came flooding back. It’s been so long since then, but..."
"I know. I miss my Ma and Dad, too," he sighed. "I know it hurts, but...don't worry. Time heals all wounds. You’ll be alright."
You lifted your head from where it was resting on his shoulder, smiling slightly at him. "You know, I think that's the wisest thing I've heard you say. Not Captain America hasn’t said a lot of wise things, though."
"You think?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm happy to help...you know I'm always here for you, right?"
"Mhm. I love you."
"I love you too."
When Tony and Pepper arrived the next day, they saw all of you sprawled out across the living room, cuddled up together amidst fluffy blankets and pillows. You were clinging to Steve like a koala, while Morgan was using his arm as a pillow as she hugged her stuffed duck close to her chest.
"They must've been exhausted," Pepper chuckled, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder.
"They're completely knocked out."
Morgan was the first to wake up. "Daddy!" she giggled, rushing forward and jumping into Tony's arms. "You're back!"
"Hi there," he ruffled her hair, "how did you like spending time with them?"
"It was awesome! They were the best!"
Tony's expression immediately softened as he glanced over at the still-dozing you and Steve. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. Now. Let's wake them all up so they can head back to the compound."
"Hey, Cap? It's time to head home," Pepper gently shook Steve awake. He stirred slightly before sitting up, blinking several times in confusion before he saw her in front of him. "Hey."
"Oh, hi, Pepper..."
"It looks like Y/N isn't about to wake up anytime soon, though..." her brows furrowed together in concern. "She must've done a lot, huh."
"Yeah...she did..."
You stirred awake, sitting up and yawning loudly. “Oh. Tony, Pep...hey! Did I...”
“You knocked out completely,” Steve laughed. “I’ll drive. I know you’re tired.”
"Thanks,” you yawned again, placing a hand over your mouth. “I owe you.”
“No worries.”
He nodded, carefully scooping you up into his arms as Bucky woke up.
"Alright...let's get going. And Tony...it was great seeing you again."
"Likewise, Rogers. We still up for Barbados next month?"
"Definitely."
After a last round of goodbyes, you were on your way back to the Avengers HQs, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window as Steve drove.
"So,” he exhaled, adjusting his grip on the wheel, “you did good over there, putting up with her. She was a lot to deal with.”
“But we had fun, didn’t we?” you turned your head to the side, giving him a soft smile. “I now have a dozen new perfect blackmail photos of you to bring back with me.”
Steve just laughed and shook his head, “I have some of you too, you know.”
“Are you serious.”
"It’s nothing bad, you just fell asleep and I took a picture. You looked cute, if anything.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “Oh.”
“You’re really good with kids, Y/N.”
“...Thanks. You are, too...Morgan loves you.”
“I’d think you’d be an amazing mother to my child someday.” The words came out so swiftly, so smoothly that he didn’t realize what he’d said until he saw your reaction.
You froze in shock. “What did you...what did you just say?”
“When can we have kids?”
“Did I just...hear you correctly...”
“But if you’re not ready to start a relationship, then I understand...I’m in it if you are. When I saw you playing with Morgan...it was like getting a little glimpse to what life with you would be like in the future, of starting a family together...and I don’t want to let go of that idea. I can't imagine doing that with anyone else other than you."
"What's with the...sudden...confession?" you spluttered, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.
“I love you,” he said softly, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye, “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it seems early for me to be saying something like this but I couldn’t be more confident in my answer. And if you’re willing to let me in, then...I’d be more than happy to become that ideal man you’ve always wanted to have.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
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I said I was gonna do this like a month ago and I’m late as usual lolol Anyways, have Fiona~
BASICS
Name: Fiona Fraser
Nicknames: TBD
Name Meaning: Anglicization of the Gaelic word meaning white or fair.
Gender: Cis Female
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 15
Birthday: August 20, 1875 (? Year depending on when the game is set)
Zodiac: Leo
Blood Status: Half-blood
Ethnicity/Nationality: Brazilian-Scottish
Sexuality: TBD
Appearance
Body:
Height: 158cm / 5′2
Build: Lean with light muscles
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown, slightly curly. Long and usually held back in a messy braid.
Skin: Light brown with freckles
Misc: Several small and mostly unnoticeable scars across her hands and ankles from dealing with animals
Material Items:
Clothing: Generally wears clothing meant for sports or plain trousers. Uncaring of most conventions for women’s clothing, considers them more guidelines than rules. Really only wears them because she’ll get in trouble with the school or because her sister wants her to.
Accessories: Not fond of wearing anything that could be easily yanked off of her body.
In their school bag: Wand, journal, animal treats, encyclopedia of common Scottish plants, another journal, textbooks, medical book, some rocks that she thinks are cool, at least have a dozen quills (she loses them frequently)
Reference:
Face Claim: TBD
Voice Claim: TBD
Personality
Traits:
+ friendly, observant, quick learner, athletic, extroverted, courteous
+/— independent, curious, quirky, blunt, impulsive, idealistic
— selfish, withdrawn, thoughtless, unreliable, flighty, forgetful
Description:
Fiona has always wanted to do things her way, and clashed with her grandfather because of this. Loves to go off on her own.
Loves learning. Mainly of the natural world, but she loves any fun trivia. Not great at learning in the usual classroom setting however.
She may not be the best at making friends, but she definitely puts her all into being cheerful and courteous.
Other:
Likes: Animals, nature, exploring, puzzles and logic, cool rocks or leaves or bugs
Dislikes: Being told what to do, sitting still, being inside, not receiving an explanation for why she can or can’t do something
MBTI: ENTP
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hogwarts
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
OWL Classes:
Astronomy: 4/10 (A)
Charms: 7/10 (E)
DADA: 5/10 (A)
Flying: 5/10 (A)
Herbology: 8/10 (O)
History of Magic: 2/10 (P)
Potions: 6/10 (P)
Transfiguration: 6/10 (E)
OWL Electives:
Care of Magical Creatures: 10/10 (O)
Divination: 2/10 (P)
NEWT Classes:
Care of Magical Creatures: 10/10 (O)
Charms: 8/10 (E)
Herbology: 9/10 (O)
Extracurriculars:
Clubs: TBD
Quidditch: Doesn’t play Quidditch, but thinks it looks fun
Prefect or Head Boy/Girl: TBD
Best Classes:
Care of Magical Creatures Fiona has always had a fascination for the natural world and a gift in dealing with it, so it’s no surprise she immediately takes to the class.
Herbology See above. She also would frequently help her sister with gardening.
Worst Classes:
History of Magic Anything with book learning is hard for her.
Astronomy See above. She thinks it’s much more interesting than History of Magic though and at least tries to do well.
Divination She thought it would be fun but turned out to be about as poor of a Seer as possible.
Favorite Professors:
TBD
Least Favorite Professors:
TBD
Magic
1st Wand: Chestnut, Phoenix feather, 11 ½ in, springy
This is a most curious, multi-faceted wood, which varies greatly in its character depending on the wand core, and takes a great deal of colour from the personality that possesses it. The wand of chestnut is attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical beasts, those who possess great gifts in Herbology, and those who are natural fliers. However, when paired with dragon heartstring, it may find its best match among those who are overfond of luxury and material things, and less scrupulous than they should be about how they are obtained. Conversely, three successive heads of the Wizengamot have possessed chestnut and unicorn wands, for this combination shows a predilection for those concerned with all manner of justice.
Special Abilities: Able to see Ancient Magic
Boggart
Form: Herself, stuck to the floor and unable to move (representing being stuck in one place and unable to explore)
Riddikulus: Her plain gown turns into something ridiculous and she unsticks a foot only to fall on her butt
Amortentia
What they smell: TBD
What they smell like to others: Citrus, petrichor, lavender
Patronus
Form: Leopard
Memory: The first time she successfully healed a wounded animal and released it into the wild.
What they see in the Mirror of Erised: Her with her mother, father, and sister travelling the world
FAMILY
Sister: Fenella Fraser
Her identical twin sister. The two are very different, but very close due to the fact that they only had each other growing up. Fiona is very protective of her sister, but is also interested in seeing how things will go now that they don’t live in the same room anymore.
Grandfather: Alasdair Fraser
Fenella and Fiona were raised by their grandfather on a rural and isolated farm in Scotland since they were a baby. He was very strict and very paranoid and refused to let the girls go to Hogwarts, homeschooling them with help from Isla, who their grandfather barely tolerated. He died suddenly from illness when they were 15.
Father: Thiago Gonçalves
A Brazilian Muggle-born who was fond of travelling and adventure. Went to Castelobruxo and was an eager student. Currently missing.
Mother: Catrìona Fraser
A Scottish pureblood raised by her strict father. Never went to Hogwarts and homeschooled by him. Left his house the second she was old enough and ran off to find an adventure. Currently missing.
Guardian: Isla MacLean
A pureblood witch who lives nearby to the Fraser farm and one of the few aware of its location. Alasdair would (begrudgingly) invite her over every two weeks or so to help teach Fenella and Fiona as Isla worked as a tutor to younger wizarding children at the nearby town. Not knowing anyone else, when their grandfather died, the two girls went to her to help deal with his death and what comes after. She has reluctantly become their caretaker/guardian for when they aren’t at Hogwarts.
Pets:
Angel An angry old tomcat that they used as a rat catcher on their farm.
Has always been fond of taking care of wounded animals, or any that live on her grandfather’s farm and considered all of them her pets too.
FRIENDS
Best Friends:
Fenella Fraser Her sister, see above.
Good Friends:
TBD
Friends:
TBD
It’s Complicated:
TBD
Love Interests:
TBD
Dormmates:
TBD
Doesn’t Interact:
TBD
Enemies:
TBD
Story
Childhood:
Homeschooled by her strict grandfather and a neighbour before his death. After that, they went to live with the neighbour for several months and she became Fenella and Fiona’s caretaker and guardian before shuffling them off to Hogwarts.
Fiona was always in trouble with her grandfather. She didn’t like being told no without a reason why and frequently broke his rules to go off exploring on her own. She still loved him and was sad when he died, but was excited to be able to properly learn things at a school.
Hogwarts:
Was also quite shocked to be separated from her sister when they were Sorted into different Houses. She took it much better than Fenella however and quickly tried to make friends in Ravenclaw. Turned out to be not great at school, but always had fun with the Ravenclaw door’s riddles.
Adulthood:
TBD
Miscellaneous
Has ADHD but it’s undiagnosed because 1800s
Decent at art, at least when it comes to drawing animals or plants.
Has her own family curse related to Ancient Magic that I will probably expand more on when the games comes out lol
#hphl#hogwarts legacy#harry potter hogwarts legacy#hphl mc#hp hogwarts legacy#Fiona Fraser#art be mine#texttexttext post
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uhm this is kind of a vague prompt but harry and ginny going on a date in the muggle world doing the things he always wanted to do as a kid but wasn't allowed? x
LOVE ITTT. OK anyone who actually lives in London reading this, I apologize. I know nothing and admit to this. Also this ended up much longer than intended I’m sorry lol. Hope you like it!
“Ginny, I already told you-”
She groaned, closing the front door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place behind them. “And I’ve already told you that I don’t give a damn.” She took the invisibility cloak from the crook of his arm and threw it over them. “Now, I’m going to need you to apparate us so please concentrate and stop being a humble git.”
Harry sighed, recognizing defeat. “Where to, then?”
“Westminster Bridge Road,” she informed him.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Muggle London? What for?”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed on to his hand. “If you would exert some patience, please, you will find out shortly.”
He conceded, securing her hand in his. “Hold tight.”
He spun on the spot, and Ginny felt herself being squeezed into nothing, suffocating, and then suddenly her feet landed firmly on pavement, the rush of traffic ringing in her ears. Her hand still firmly locked in Harry’s, she dragged them into an ally and took off the cloak, handing it back to its owner. “Put it in your pocket.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, doing just so. They both put their wands in their pockets as well, and then Ginny dragged them back to the sidewalk.
People walked around them in haste, and Ginny looked at the street signs on both sides of them. “This way,” she determined, tugging Harry’s hand and navigating them to the right. Ginny strode down the street excitedly, Harry by her side, chuckling.
“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing now?”
She chanced a glance at him, and his face held both suspicion and amusement. “Listen,” she began. “I know you don’t care much about making a deal of your birthday, but you should. I mean, need I remind you, it was only about 3 months ago that you almost died.”
“I remember,” he mumbled.
“And so the fact that you made it to 18 is something to be celebrated! And I wanted to do something special, since all I gave you last year for your birthday was an interrupted snog and an overbearing brother,” she smiled.
He laughed at that, squeezing her hand. “Fair enough.”
“But I knew going out in any Wizarding areas would be too stressful. We don’t need anyone hounding you, and I suppose we could’ve taken Polyjuice Potion but I’d prefer to see your handsome face.”
“Not sick of it yet?”
“Never.” She stopped abruptly, pulled him to her, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Then remembered herself and kept them moving as to not cause any further pedestrian traffic. Harry had a lopsided smirk on his face as she resumed to steer them towards their destination. “Anyway,” she continued, “we should be pretty safe here. It’s crowded and not many wizards come roaming about Muggle London, except my dad, maybe.”
“I hope you’re right, but I wouldn’t underestimate Rita Skeeter’s determination.”
“Good thing I’m not afraid of beetles,” she quipped back, shooting him a smile. “So now that you’re of age in both the Wizarding and Muggle world, I thought we’d exercise those freedoms in the most optimal way possible- aha!” She spotted the place and made a sharp turn down the block, Harry still holding her hand but tailing her, and stopped short at the entrance. “Ta-da!”
Harry took a moment to catch his breath, then looked up at the sign above the door. Namco Funscape.
“No...way...” Harry gaped breathlessly. “No way.”
Ginny felt triumph beating in her chest. “Last month, you told me about all the things your aunt and uncle would take Dudley to do, or allow him to do at the house, all of which you were deprived...and I wanted to make that up to you and take you myself. But as an adult, it’s all up to you what we do. And you can even have a Muggle drink now that you got an ID last week.”
Harry continued to stare at the building front, then turned his shocked expression to Ginny, which quickly melted into the kind of warm smile that left Ginny immobile, like the one he had given her when they first exchanged ‘I love you’s, or when they played one-on-one Quidditch two weeks ago and she caught the Snitch right under his nose. He let go of her hand and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her, fitting her snugly into his chest. She closed her eyes, content to just stay like that for the rest of the day if he wanted. But she was a good gift-giver, and she knew how eager he was to go in. “I will always be grateful for gifted snogs, interrupted or otherwise, but this is...really...” He released her from his grip and kissed her once hard, the second time more softly. “You’re the best. The best.”
“I am pretty amazing, aren’t I,” she joked, the look on his face making her heart flutter even more rapidly.
“You are,” he confirmed, his smile widening. “Now c’mon, let me introduce you to all the fun Muggle activities I wish I could do as a kid that you will surely kick my arse in.”
She could hardly contain her own excitement seeing Harry display his own so openly, swinging the door open and striding through into the massive arcade and entertainment center. Harry explained to her the concept of tokens, and before he could pay for them to have any Ginny took out the stash of Muggle money she brought. She handed the clerk the bills before Harry could get a full objection out. “Ginny, let me-”
“It’s your birthday,” she stated simply. “Stop. Let me take care of it. You can waste all the money you’d like to pamper me in eleven days.”
“Fine,” he replied resentfully but seemed to get over it quick enough as the clerk handed him the cup of tokens. He took her through the rows of video games, and it was some of the most fun she ever had, having Harry teach her how to play and, as predicted, quickly dominating him in almost every game he taught her. The only one Harry continued to beat her in (though only marginally) was Pacman, but she demolished him in Skee-Ball on the first round, and the four others that followed. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he snorted, trying and failing to hide the gleam in his eye he’d get when turned on by Ginny’s unexpected prowess as she successfully sunk her final ball into the top goal. “Bloody Chasers.”
“How could you forget, when my Quidditch Captain badge arrived just yesterday?” she beamed at him, bending down to collect her plethora of tickets.
“You’re a usurper, is what you are,” Harry shook his head.
Ginny gasped dramatically as she pulled the last of her tickets up and shoved them into Harry’s hand. “Not usurper, rightful successor!” Harry laughed as he took the tickets and put them in their bucket. “You know, jealousy doesn’t look so good on you.”
Harry pulled her toward him and put both hands on her cheeks. “I’m only jealous of everyone who’s going to be there to watch you shine.”
Ginny felt her heart sink slightly. She knew it was a difficult decision for Harry to forgo the rest of his education, to not return to the Quidditch team for one final season, and most of all, to spend the better part of ten months apart from her after finally getting back together. But they both knew it was what made the most sense, and that they would be okay. He offered her a small smile before leaning in to kiss her.
She sighed, his lips gone too quick. He chuckled, throwing an arm around her and leading them to another area of the arcade. They tried the jackpot machine game multiple times, and on the sixth attempt, Ginny hit the jackpot, which was 550 tickets. Harry and Ginny decided they had enough accumulated to go claim a prize, and Harry convinced Ginny to get something called a skateboard, which she was able to pick up rather quickly before they were reprimanded for riding it inside. Then Harry taught her ping-pong, which took her a bit longer to pick up, but by the end of it won two matches. All the playing left them famished, and so they went to the bar and got pizza, and Ginny convinced him to try Muggle beer. He eyed it skeptically, took a sip, swallowed, and made a face of disgust.
Ginny laughed heartily. “That bad?”
“Yes,” he confirmed, pushing it away. “I can’t believe anyone would drink this when butterbeer tastes so much better.”
She tugged at his collar and pulled his face close to hers. “Let me have a taste.”
“You’re not of age,” he said, looking at her curiously.
“Not that way,” she informed him, the suggestive grin forming on his lips stunted by Ginny’s crushing against them, prodding his mouth open, sweeping her tongue over his. She pulled away briefly, told him, “I can bear it,” then continued to kiss him.
She only got to have her fun for about thirty seconds, however, as they were interrupted by a loud and recognizable “Oi! You’re in public!”
They broke apart, and Ginny could see the blush spreading across Harry’s cheeks. “I thought interrupted snogs and overbearing brothers were gifts of the past,” he whispered quickly.
“I thought you were grateful for them, anyway?”
“The snog bit, yeah-”
Hermione’s voice cut in. “Sorry,” she winced, then glared at Ron. “Somebody still needs to learn manners.”
“Yeah, them!” he retorted, gesturing towards his sister and best friend.
Hermione rolled her eyes, then walked forward to hug Harry. “Happy birthday, Harry! We didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“It’s okay, Hermione,” Harry told her as she let go. “I didn’t know you two were coming!”
“I meant to mention it,” said Ginny. “But I lost track of time. I wanted to try that bowling thing, and I thought it’d be fun to have them join us for a bit before we head back home for dinner with everyone.”
“We’re bowling?” Harry shouted in excitement. “Oh, man is this going to be fun. I’ve always wanted to bowl. I got to watch Dudley once but wasn’t allowed to play.”
Ron threw his arm around Hermione, pulling her to his side. “Alright, Hermione, we’re ready to learn.”
After three matches, the first as individuals (Harry just winning, all scores rather close), the second as boys versus girls (girls demolishing), and the third as a couple match-up (Harry and Ginny victorious), their arms were sore and they were ready to apparate back to Ottery St. Catchpole for Harry’s birthday.
Ginny’s mother made an elaborate dinner and cake that, seeing Fred’s empty seat, Ginny could tell he did not quite feel he deserved but expressed his gratitude all the same. Most everyone he loved was there, including little Teddy, whose hair and eyes matched Harry’s throughout most of the meal, which made Ginny’s heart swell. As her mother insisted Harry stay the night, she helped him bring up all his presents to Ron’s room before turning in for the night herself, although not before making sure Ginny was in her own room with Hermione. And although Ron still could not hold back his disgust, he knew there was something to be gained for himself in having Harry and Hermione swap places once they were sure it was safe. Hermione quietly left, and a minute later, there was a light rap of knuckles against her door.
She flicked her wand and the door opened. Harry, his face lit in his own wand light, wearing his pajamas, stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him, clicking the lock. He walked over to Ginny’s bed, whispered ‘Nox,’ put his wand and glasses on her bedside table, and crawled into her small bed.
“Hello,” he whispered, and she could see his smile in the dark as she pulled him closer to her.
“Mm,” she sighed happily, intertwining her legs with his, firmly planting her face in the crook of his neck. “Good birthday?”
He wrapped his arms around her. “The best, I think. Today was...” he paused, and Ginny knew he struggled to verbalize his feelings sometimes, so when he uttered out a loving, “thank you,” and kissed the top of her head, she knew he was happy, and so her goal was achieved.
“So it surpasses last year’s gift, then?” she asked playfully.
“Well, I did receive the same gift this year too, earlier before bowling, didn’t I?”
“I suppose.”
Harry readjusted them and put a hand on her face, causing her to look up at him. “And as incredible as today was, I was hoping for that present in an uninterrupted format if you’d be so willing.”
Ginny laughed, melting at his touch, feeling pierced by the sparkle in his eyes, made brighter by the contrast of the dark. “How could I deny you such a gift?”
Harry grinned widely as Ginny drew her face closer to his. Their lips impossibly close, she whispered against his, “Happy birthday, Harry.”
#i'll proof-read this tomorrow i apologize rdbfuensdm#this took way too long#also should i put a read more on this? it's so long lmao#harry potter#ginny weasley#hermione granger#ron weasly imagine#harry potter x ginny weasley#hinny#harry x ginny#im too tired and sweaty idk what else to tag this#post-war#hp fanfic
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Yunho
A = Aftercare
Soft boy who likes to take care of you but lowkey wants you to take care of him. When he’s feeling more sentimental he’ll make sure you have soft pjs to wear and he’ll want to take a bath with you but mostly he wants you to take care of him after sex it makes him is happy when you focus all of your attention on him like that.
B = Body Part
He likes his butt lol he knows you like it too. He likes to goofy around with you. He’s not above sitting on you when you won’t move from his fav seat and he’ll definitely wiggle his ass in your face. He also gives a killer lap dance when he’s not too flustered by the idea. He likes your mouth. He genuinely does love the way you smile and laugh. But he also loves the way you kiss him and how it feels when you wrap your lips around his cock.
C = Cum
He lowkey likes to cum anywhere on you. The first time he cums on your face it’s an accident but it really turns him on. He loves to see his cum on your ass or your stomach but more than anything he loves seeing his cum leaking out of you. When he can have down your body from your fucked out face to his cum dripping out to you he's sure he's in heaven.
D = Dirty Secret
He lowkey (and by low-key I mean high key) loves pillow humping and dry humping. When you're together he can get pretty consumed with grinding against you and might end up cumming if you don't get him to move on. When you're apart he'll end up thinking about you late at night and rutting against a pillow but he'll never tell you that.
E = Experience
Not all that much. One proper relationship so he's done some things but never tried all of the fantasies he was too nervous to bring up so there will be a fair amount of stuff he's excited to try out when the opportunity comes up.
F = Favourite Position
It's a toss up between having you on his lap, riding him slow and making out with him while his hands move all over your body, or taking you from behind and either pulling out in time to cum on your back or cumming inside and holding your shaking hips up so he can watch it drip out.
G = Goofy
Yunho will definitely lean into goofy. When he can tell you're having a good time and enjoying it he'll have fun, giggling into kisses and not thinking too much about what comes next. He likes it light hearted a lot of the time and maybe a little flirty too but he'll only get rougher once in a while.
H = Hair
Doesn't think about it at all. He cleans himself of course but leaves his hair natural unless you say something about it, then he'll low-key stress over it and keep changing what he does so you’ll like it.
I = Intimacy
He’s not super romantic. He can be here and there but he usually doesn’t think to unless it’s an anniversary or birthday. He’ll put more effort in those days but usually he doesn’t want to be too romantic, he just enjoys being with you and keeps it lighthearted.
J = Jack Off
Usually about three or four times a week even though he’s always a little stressed out that he’s going to get caught at first. Once he gets into it though he gets very wrapped up in the feeling. If you’re texting him a lot that day and sending him pictures he’ll be too worked up thinking about you to go to bed without some release.
K = Kink
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L = Location
Aside from the bed he really wants to try on the bathroom. He loves the idea of having you climb on his lap in the bathtub and ride him slow in the warm water. Honestly in general he really likes to take baths with you.
M = Motivation
Honestly, pretty much everything you do. On one hand, when you act and dress cute it makes him all soft for you but also turns him on at the same time. But when you tease him and say suggestive things to him all day it’ll get his heart racing and have him worked up really fast.
N = NO
He can degrade you, though it isn’t his fave thing to do and he can be a little awkward with it, but he doesn’t want to be degraded. When you’re in charge if you degrade him he’ll just get uncomfortable and sad and want to stop.
O = Oral
He likes giving oral, but he really loves receiving it. The image of you sucking him off is just so hot to him and when you give him sweet doe eyes and catch his gaze every time he looks down he’ll be quickly bucking into your mouth and moaning your name.
P = Pace
It’s pretty varied but mostly leans towards steady. Usually he doesn’t go too fast or too slow, setting a comfy pace. But some days he likes it nice and slow, usually when you’re on top, and other times he’s really riled up and he just wants to pound into you.
Q = Quickie
Doesn’t happen all that often because you usually have to plan to see each other anyway, but when the mood strikes him then he can be down for it. He’ll get really needy and send you tons of messages until you find him and pulls you into a closet telling you that you’ll have to be quick but he just can’t wait any longer.
R = Risk
He will try lots of things in the bedroom. He’s fairly curious and any time you come up with new things to do he’ll be eager to try them out. He’s not as adventurous with location, instead preferring to stay where he knows you won’t be disturbed.
S = Stamina
He can usually go for one regular round but he definitely needs a break before you go for another round, however he has no problem pleasing you in the meantime while his body rests before going again.
T = Toy
He wouldn’t think to use toys until you bring it up but then he becomes so curious about the whole thing. He wants to try out lots of toys on you and he wants you to try out lots of toys on him though he may be too nervous to say that.
U = Unfair
He doesn’t tease you too much most of the time. When he tries to he gets himself really worked up and then he just has to move on so he really can’t handle working you up over a long period of time. Similarly teasing affects him rather quickly but it’s a toss up of if it will make him whiny and flustered or rough.
V = Volume
Kinda loud. Like his moan will definitely match yours and in your quieter moments his will over power yours. He moans a lot and murmurs and babbles your name the closer he gets. And when he cums he usually moans pretty loud and gets a little shy about it after.
W = Wild Card
He really loves the idea of being tied up and blindfolded. One of his fantasies is to be completely tied down and just to let you have your way with him but he doesn’t know how to bring it up or if you would even be into that.
X = Xtra
Nothing too special. He loves you a lot but he usually won’t go crazy with any sort of set up. He really prefers a more organic feeling to sex where everything develops on it’s own and the night just follows the mood that feels right.
Y = Yearning
Sorta high. If you were living together and had the time he’d probably want to have sex every other day and maybe every day at some times but he knows it’ll take longer than that a lot of the time. It does mean that when he does see you he’s usually a little worked up.
Z = ZZZ
He does get a little sleepy but he can still pleasure you, he’ll just be gentle and cuddly and sweet about it. If he cums a second time that night he’s out, he’s gotta sleep pretty quickly but he will want to cuddle you as he falls asleep.
#3k celebration#ateez imagines#ateez smut#ateez headcanons#yunho imagines#yunho smut#jeong yunho imagines
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A Simple Mistake
Prompt fic: store clerk? hyunjin x pedestrian? reader
fluff
w.c: 1.4k
A/N: I actually really like this idea and will be making a part 2 lol
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Why am I here alone on my shift? Changbin-hyung was supposed to be here an hour before I was and if the store manager caught on we’d all get in trouble. Hiding my anxiety behind the picture perfect customer service smile, my eyes continued to scan the crowd for my irresponsible hyung. As I was helping a customer I spotted a hooded figure move toward the counter. Quickly responding I would get the customer’s size, I made a beeline for the counter to intercept the familiar black hoodie.
“Hyung-”
The moment I grabbed the person’s shoulder I knew I screwed up. This slender shoulder does not belong to a gym rat like Changbin-hyung. Apologize and abort the mission!
“I must have made a mistake… sorry for disturbing you.”
“Wait! Uhm, do you work here?”
The girl had turned and grabbed my sleeve before I could breeze by her. Finally getting a good look at her, how did I even mistaken her for Changbin-hyung? If not the fact that she is literally a head shorter than him, the lavender hair spilling out of her hood should've given it away. Compared to her wild choice of hair color she seemed timid so I was about to ask her what she needed but the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Turning my head I made direct eye contact with the impatient glare of the woman I was helping.
"Yeah I do. I'm actually with a customer right now but if you browse for a bit I'll be with you shortly. Sorry I'm the only worker right now."
Quickly grabbing the size and bringing it to the woman, my eyes scanned for the girl and found her giving an unsure look to the new releases. As I made my way to her, a wild Changbin-hyung appeared and by wild I literally mean wild. His hair was a mess, there were dark circles under his eyes, and I'm pretty sure those were the same clothes he wore yesterday.
"Hyunjin I'm sorry I'm late. I was up all night for my assignment just for me to hit a dead end so I decided to just try another day."
"Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"I may have fallen asleep since I didn’t get any last night?"
"... You're lucky Felix clocked you in and did overtime to cover for you," I rolled my eyes at him.
And he was supposed to be the assistant manager. He gave me a thankful pat on my back which hurt but like always he just called me dramatic before making promises to pay me and Felix back and headed for the back to put his stuff away.
"Sorry for the wait, how can I help you?"
She flinched at the sudden sound of my voice before giving me an awkward smile.
"I'm looking to buy my older brother a birthday gift. I know he wants shoes but I'm not really sure what to get him..."
She explained his tastes and I took her to the matching section, pulling a few shoes that I felt would fit his taste. While helping her out, to help ease the tension I started some casual conversation and she seemed to relax a bit. After a bit of talking, and some indecisiveness on her part, we were at the register with a final choice. Since it was slow in the store we were still chatting about life and there’s something about her… I can’t quite put my finger on it.
“I hope your brother likes the shoes, they're a good pick and in the rare chance he doesn’t I hope I’m working cause there must be something wrong with him then,” I joke.
“He’s picky so who knows but thanks anyways,” she laughs.
While bagging the shoes I noticed she played nervously with her wallet as the register printed her receipt. Handing her the bag she walked off and I was going to check the displays when she suddenly whirled on her heels.
“This may be a bit odd but are you getting off soon?”
She’s just like Chan-hyung. The embarrassment of the question was evident on her face but rather than her face turning red, her ears did instead. A small smile pulled at my lips before she realized how it sounded and quickly added her reason.
“I want to thank you for helping me! I’ve been to a few stores already and none of the workers were as helpful as you were….”
“It’s my lunch break in a few minutes, let me go let my manager know and I’ll meet you back here,” I smile.
My eyes glanced at the clock on the register, I didn't have lunch for another thirty minutes but I mean hyung did come in late. Plus he did say he owes me one and it’s slow so he can manage. There was lots of whining on Changbin-hyung’s part but after bringing up all the favors I’ve done for him prior it shut him up. Before we were out of the front door I got an obnoxious text to “have fun on my date.” Damn the store cameras. We grabbed a quick lunch and although she argued, I paid but she insisted she wanted to pay me back so we ended up at a coffee shop a few doors down.
“So I’ve been curious about something. Do you do boxing or something as a hobby?”
“Huh? Why would you say that?”
“Your hands,” she pointed at my hand resting on the table, “bruised knuckles and they seem a bit rough.”
Maybe because she’s awkward but she is a lot more observant than most people and it helps make up for her timidness. Maybe that’s what it is… too bad.
“They’re from my other part-time job. There a lot of physical work so my hands get banged up all the time.”
“Oh, they’re pretty though,” she mumbles before she realizes and starts sputtering, “I mean you're pre- I mean… look at the time! Won’t you be late if we don’t head back now?”
“Wow, so eager to get rid of me already? I thought we were becoming friends y/n. Weren’t you saying I’m something? I’m pre- I’m prett-”
“I need air,” she said as she suddenly stood up and walked out.
“Hey, wait! I’m sorry I’ll stop,” I laugh, running after her.
Back at the shop Changbin-hyung, as any of the other guys would do in this situation, teased the crap out of me. Before I rolled my eyes hard enough to fall out of my head, I got a text notification. Hyung started a new wave of teasing until he saw who was texting, Chan-hyung. It was a reminder not to forget about my assignment tonight but I was just glad it got Changbin-hyung to shut up. After that the rest of the day was the same old; finish my shift, go home, eat, then whatever.
Parking the car, I double checked the assignment to make sure I got the right place. Old factory, how basic can they be? Getting out I rounded to the trunk to make sure I had everything I needed. I slip out the magazines, making sure everything is fully loaded before I slip my extra pistol into the holster and tie my hair back. I cock my pistol back for luck and look at the gleaming bullet in the barrel before I went in. Taking out the grunts was easy work but Chan-hyung said the real target would be in the office on the second floor. Climbing up the metal stairs I tried to be as quiet as possible as I approached the office. The door was left cracked open and I could hear a muffled voice talking to themselves from within.
“Do tHe jOB, he said. IT’lL bE eaSy, he said. I told him I don’t do infiltration and this is why. Look at this prehistoric thing!”
Closing in, I gently nudge the door with the tip of my gun before slipping in. As to not spook the person I slowly raised my gun and moved around the desk to get a clear shot when they suddenly spoke up again.
“Damn it, that rat Seunghyun set me up.”
In an instant the person pulled out their own gun and whipped around to face me. My eyes widened as my focus honed on the purple hair spilling out of the hoodie before traveling up to meet the same gentle eyes I saw this afternoon. Even though her face was covered with a face mask I knew cause I committed that face to memory. I didn’t think we would be meeting each other again, let alone like this.
“Y/n?”
#stray kids#skz#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#skz scenarios#skz imagines#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin scenarios#hyunjin imagines#my writing#skz gc prompts
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hi tumblr~!
as some of you maybe remember i’ve almost died in April this year and i’ve wanted to sincerely thank everyone who was so kind to reach out to me through my friend Ariel. it was amazing to read your messages after waking up from a couple days of post-6h-brain-surgery-coma right on my 30th birthday while being entirely alone in the hospital due to this crappy covid situation. it really made me happy in that situation and i appreciate it. it’s now August and apart from a few weird and annoying things that still need rehabilitation, i’ve actually recovered entirely! which is a miracle in itself and i am very, very grateful.
this experience really forced me to wake up. i’ve already gone through a lot of trauma in the three years that led up to this point but this happening, this one was really, really bad. during my three weeks in the hospital, i was too damaged and too drugged to really think about it but as soon as i was released, a huge spiritual depression creeped up on me. nothing made sense anymore. what is the meaning of life? how do we define personal success? why does nothing seem important at all? i’ve wrestled with it and picked myself up again because i thought “i just have to be more positive and see the actual miracle here!” and was eager to continue with my life the way it was before: i’ve ordered a bunch of spiritual books, almost signed up for a really expensive class on mediumship and forced myself back into divination after not having practiced for a whole month. i’ve also started to talk with “my angels” again but something felt just really, really off. my tarot cards just didn’t tell me anything anymore, the passion, the feeling, the love - it was all gone. my spiritual depression and then fake motivation turned into a spiritual crisis and i didn’t know what was happening.
around the same time, i’ve got confronted with two other things: one was the actual happenings of the real world (which i’ve usually pushed faaaar back in my mind because i’ve already learned over 10 years ago that it just made me sick) and another thing that really just bugged and annoyed me deeply. i’ve had the same annoying and bugging thing knocking on my door just like one or two months earlier and i’ve violently pushed it away because i didn’t wanna deal with it at all. but this time, i’ve tried to just remain open. it was a huge struggle back and forth. i think for a few days i’ve changed my mind on this topic like 5 times. i even called my grandmother to ask her what i should do and think about this (and i never really do that at all, i am kinda very private when it comes to my actual family *lol*).
long story short: i’ve surrendered and just tried to remain open from there on because to be quite honest, i actually knew nothing about the topic in question, for real, i just had a bunch of bad prejudices, i guess.
researching A LOT about both topics in question, tearing down my ignorant walls, crying utterly, praying for the truth, consuming knowledge, i’ve realized that suddenly everything makes sense. this entire crazy world suddenly made sense. every single part of it.
i’ve realized A LOT of things. i’ve realized how bad my life had actually been. i’ve realized how wrong i was and how i’ve been deceived to think that THIS is truly what life is. i was shocked but felt great relief at the same time.
when i’ve felt the Love of God, our one true creator, upon me - and it was so immense that it actually hurt - i’ve cried out bitterly, repented of my sins, and invited Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour.
i know that this is probably not the environment that is open to Him because i was in the exact same place just last year. i was so mad when Doreen Virtue posted her blog post about how literally every single spiritual thing is evil and straight up a deception from Satan and i’ve called her a hypocrite and a liar, all that jazz, i totally get it. i’ve dug into the what’s and why’s and how’s and have to say i come to the exact same conclusion, even if this sounds super radical - it is the truth.
i am not religious, never was, never will be. i am not even baptized, never been to a single religion class in my life. i am literally a blank paper and not indoctrinated by any infiltrated teaching or view about what Christianity is supposed to be. Jesus is not about religion. the gospel of Jesus was never intented to be a religion. even Jesus himself rebuked the religious people in the story of the Bible because they twisted the faith in God already back then.
i am not denying that there ARE other deities since i know first hand that a lot of people work with them. the story of the Bible was never intended to display that there IS only ONE God - the story of the Bible is that there IS only ONE creator, the only true God who deserves praise.
obviously the Bible is a lot more complicated and a lot more layered in its message (it’s been only like 2 months and of course i am not entirely through it yet *lol*) but from my extensive research and my prayers to Jesus to please reveal the truth to me, i’ve been discovering MINDBLOWING things.
i am not here to convert any of you if you don’t want that. if you feel uncomfortable with the whole topic, i can understand this entirely since i know how i’ve felt before i’ve let God’s love and truth touch my heart. i won’t tell you what to do in regards to your faith.
i am ACTUALLY here again to blog about the first topic i’ve mentioned that i was confronted with: the world happenings that i urge everyone to know about since times could get really, really difficult soon-ish. since both topics go deeply hand in hand, i needed to give my testimony first.
i invite you to stay on this blog and just read into what i am presenting you in the following posts. my mission is to not bash anyone with too much information or extremely long posts that nobody has time to read, provide good ressources and keywords for research, if you’re interested.
i pray for all people to wake up from this fake world and that all of you are safe and protected ♡ may God bless everyone who is reading ♡
PS. please don’t message me! i know i’ve used to love to talk to literally everyone on here, but i truly don’t have neither the capacity nor time nor mood to really socially engage online anymore. i am still rehab-ing my health, managing my life, studying the word of God and doing a ton of research.
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The last oneshot is up on ao3 along with the other two! I'm not going to link this one but I am going to post the story here because I think it's my favorite of the three. You'll be able to find this and the other two I wrote on my ao3 account- it's also driedlasagna lmao (also idk if my stuff has been showing up in tags recently so theres that lol I'll still try tagging this) (I also cant tell if theres actual spaces in between the paragraphs i still dont know how this works)
Summary:
"This… is the story of how I died."
The twins reel back, panicked and scared.
"Eugene!" Rapunzel says, "you can't just say that!"
Eugene is the last to get in the small boat, making sure everyone is safely sitting down before climbing in.
He sits on the end opposite from Rapunzel, and in between them sits their children, using all of their strength not to push each other into the water.
Eugene rows out, only stopping when they're a good distance away from the dock. He sees Rapunzel looking at the stars, distracted, so he motions to the twins to come over to him.
"How about you give mommy what you made for her before the lanterns start?" he whispers to them conspiratorially.
He opens the basket behind him and pulls out the gifts the twins had made for Rapunzel.
Eager to give their mother their presents, Emmeline and Callan take them and quickly make their way to the other end of the boat.
Rapunzel looks back down, hearing the noise of the kids nearly running towards her.
"Woah," she says, laughing and putting out her hands, "be careful, you two!"
Callan holds his present out in front of him, not wasting any time.
"I drew this for you, mama!" he says excitedly. He starts to point to different parts of the drawing, explaining every bit.
"I want to be as good of a drawer as you," Callan finishes, handing the piece over.
Rapunzel takes the paper, filled to the brim with love and squats down to hug her son.
"Thank you, Cal, I love it. And you're already so good at drawing- you'll be a master in no time!"
Callan giggles but is quickly pushed aside by his sister.
"My turn!" Emmeline says, holding out her present in her open palm. "I made you a bracelet! Well, I had a little bit of help from grandma, but I did most of it!"
Rapunzel chuckles, taking the bracelet and putting it on her wrist. "I love it, Emmie," she says, "and you used my favorite colors! I think this is my favorite bracelet I've ever had."
Emmeline cheers as Rapunzel hugs her.
Eugene watches this all, his heart full and ready to burst, before he sees the first lantern float up into the sky.
"Just in time," he says, pulling out three lanterns.
"Look!" Callan exclaims, also noticing the lantern. He and Emmeline immediately look towards Eugene and squeal in excitement when they see he already has the lanterns ready for them to send up.
Eugene moves around the two as they get ready to release their lanterns and goes to sit by Rapunzel.
"You ready?" he asks her, lighting the final lantern and holding it out.
Smiling, Rapunzel holds the side of the lantern Eugene isn't holding and together they lift it up into the sky. They see the twins do the same with their lanterns, and all three move up to join the hundreds of other lanterns already beginning to float around them.
Both Eugene and Rapunzel laugh to themselves as Emmeline and Callan run to the edge of the boat and play with the lanterns coming by, not so different from how Rapunzel did her 18th birthday.
"It's no handmade craft, but I have something for you, too," Eugene says.
Rapunzel turns to find Eugene holding a cupcake in one hand and a small box in the other.
"Unfortunately this can't fit under a cherry," he says, holding out the box, "but happy birthday, Sunshine."
Rapunzel laughs and takes the box, opening it to find a large hair clip in the shape of a flower reflecting the light of the lanterns.
"Eugene, it's beautiful."
"I saw it and it reminded me of the flowers those kids put in your hair after braiding it that day."
Rapunzel knows exactly what day he's talking about, and closes the box with a huge smile.
"Thank you," she says, looking back at Eugene. "I love it. I love you."
Eugene moves closer to Rapunzel so their sides are touching and wraps an arm around her. He kisses her on the temple before speaking.
"I love you, too, Blondie."
"Why do you always call mama 'Blondie?'"
Both look up to see Callan turned around and looking at them questiongly.
"Mama has brown hair," he continues. "We all do."
"Once she had blonde hair. 70 feet of it," Eugene answers.
Now Emmeline turns around, her hands on her hips.
"You tried to get us to believe that before, papa," she says. "There's no way that's true."
Eugene dramatically places a hand over his heart. "Why would I lie about this?"
"Uncle Lance said you used to be a professional liar," Callan says.
Rapunzel laughs. She takes Eugene's hand and squeezes it when he looks at her, his face expressing betrayal.
"Ah," he says, turning to look back at the kids, "the keyword there is used to be."
"How about a story," Rapunzel suggests, "one of magic, a special day, and a thief."
Both kids look up at Rapunzel, excited about this new story.
"Is it a real story?" Callan asks.
"Magic isn't real, Cal," Emmeline says. She pauses. "Is it mama?"
"Magic is rare, but it's real," Rapunzel says, "and this story is also real."
The twins gasp.
"Oh so they'll believe a story but not their own father," Eugene quips, not actually mad.
"Unfortunately I'm not the best at telling stories," Rapunzel continues, tapping her chin. "The good news is I do know someone who is."
The kids hang onto her last word, waiting for their mother to reveal this story teller.
Rapunzel looks at Eugene pointedly, and it takes him a second to understand where she's going with this.
"Me?" he asks. He grins. "Well, I have been known to tell a story or two in my day."
"Tell us!" Emmeline says, "please!"
"Please!" Callan adds.
Eugene chuckles. "Alright, alright," he clears his throat and pauses before beginning.
"This… is the story of how I died."
The twins reel back, panicked and scared.
"Eugene!" Rapunzel says, "you can't just say that!"
"Don't worry!" Eugene says quickly, trying to console his kids, "this is a very fun story!"
The twins look at him blankly.
"Fun?" Emmeline says, "you died? How is that fun?"
"Well… the dying part isn't fun," Eugene admits, "but the rest of it is, I promise. And it ends happily."
"It does?" Callan asks.
Eugene reaches out and ruffles Callan's hair.
"Of course it does," he says, "how couldn't a story be happy if it ends with you two?"
"Us?"
"We're part of this story?" Emmeline asks.
Eugene grins. "Well, I suppose you'll just have to listen to find out."
"We're listening!" Emmeline says. Callan nods.
"Okay, well, get comfortable, because this is a long story," Eugene says, repositioning himself and wrapping an arm around Rapunzel.
And if the twins end up staying up past their bedtime because of the story, well, Rapunzel doesn't see a problem with that.
Rapunzel leans into Eugene as he begins the story (again), smiling to herself as she feels the rumble of his voice and sees her kid's reactions to his words.
#new dream#rapunzel#eugene fitzherbert#eugene x rapunzel#eugunzel#tangled#tangled the series#rapunzel's tangled adventure#tta#rta#fanfic#new dream fic#i really hope this shows up in the tags lol#also hope you all enjoy it!!#i love writing new dream#and writing about their kids too is#*chef's* kiss#a lot of fun
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