21 year old She//her brown Fic writer here!! ADHD|| Haikyuu|| Obey me|| I write for the Obey me! boys (I am not up to date with the game since the levels are so hard to pass T–T) And Haikyuu (I have tooo many fav boys T–T)
You guys can call me Eva and my pronouns are she/her.
I am 21 years old and in my third year of university. I am studying Psychology and english literature. Uni sucks and is difficult but if I graduate I want to work with children in the future.
I am a brown fic writer and write for Obey me the otome game though thats on a bit of a hiatus because I haven’t been able to keep up with the game since all the new stuff happened.
Recently I have begun writing for Haikyuu and I absolutely love it. I have too many favourites but some are Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa, Ushijima, Bokuto - this was in no particular order. I love all of them too much.
I speak 5 languages; English, Hindi, French, Japanese and Punjabi.
Update (2024): As many of you may have noticed that I haven't been active for awhile!! That was definitely not purposeful and I have missed writing as much as much as you guys have wanted the writing as well. I guess I just got overwhelmed and started doubting wether I was good enough to be putting this stuff up. That said as of 2024 I am going to try and start putting up stuff regularly again. To motivate myself and also find a way to justify the time commitment against my other work I have made KO-FI account. I never wanted to be the kind of writer who expects this in exchange for writing but I have realised as this account has grown that I need to be able to justify the amount of time it takes to write the stuff I do. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE consider making a donation!! It would mean the world to me and would help me give you guys so much more stuff so yeah!! links is below 🥰
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- ongoing and as most will tell you the most anticipated fic right now is the second part to taken for granted part 2
Kyle Garricks favourite phrases when he is pounding your insides…
“yeah baby? yeah just like that mhmmm I know darling I know”
“Un-huh yeah that’s the spot isn’t it doll? Yeah sweetie but use your words… want to hear how dumb cock makes you”
“ Ah fuck doll… so fucking tight pretty pussy doesn’t want to let my cock go does it?”
“I just love when you get that blank look in your eyes. Are you even hearing a word I say? Love when you get all dumb and subby doll”
“Not going to let you cum till you use your words doll! Come on doll tell me where my finger is! Tell me how my finger is deep in that tight little ass and I’ll let you make a mess”
“Doing so well for me bird….so so fucking good come on keep going you can take more!”
“Need me to go faster? Yeah baby mhmm yeah I know need me to make you dumb don’t you baby girl”
"god, your pussy is just sucking in my fingers, what if i add more, hm? oh, someone likes that idea."
Kyle, that evil fucker, mirrors every reaction you make.
He's got your knees pushed back as far as they'll go, and as that gasp slips out of you, he's right there, copying it. He slides into you slow, whining just like you do, a smug chuckle slipping out while he presses his forehead to yours.
"Ah, ah-" His voice matches yours, mocking, his mouth twisting into a grin.
When you turn your head away, embarrassed, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense, brown eyes. He loves when you pout, his brow furrowing, mimicking your frustration with cruel precision.
"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" That grin stretches wide across his face when you shake your head desperately.
"No, no, no-" he mocks, voice high-pitched, laughing at the way you crumble under him.
But the second you clamp down on him in that way, he's all nods and hums, pleased, grinding into you until your legs shake. Then he's back at it, slamming into you again, panting just like you, throwing a mean laugh when you curse at him.
"Fuck me? Yeah, fuck me?" His voice is biting, playful, right before he sinks his teeth into your neck and pounds harder into the spot that makes everything go white.
He only gets serious when you're teetering on the edge. You're breathless, pleading, telling him exactly what you need, and he's listening, nodding like he's taking orders.
"Right here? Like that? C'mon, use your words."
And when you finally tip over, he's right there with you, pulling back just enough to mirror your face. Brows furrowed, jaw slack, breathless. Not to tease, but because the pleasure's consuming him too. Maybe even more.
//shout-out to @kyletogaz for the whole kyle mimicking thing that I haven't been able to get out of my head//
IM CRYING BECAUSE AM I THAT UNLOVABLE THAT I CANT FIND THIS
Like literally went on a date with a guy who was like “look at you you’re the kind of girl who would never be single? Why the fuck did Toh give me your number” only to ghost me the next day… like excuse me sir
I don’t care if this comes off as cruel but you are not entitled to fanfiction. You are not entitled to podfics. You are not entitled to translated works.
Creators are not paid to make fanworks. People spend years of their lives writing fic and getting nothing in return except positive interactions. You can ask to make a translation. You can ask to make a pod fic. But you cannot demand it.
And because the only thing fanfic writers get in return for their work is positive feedback, taking away an authors ability to receive that is disgusting. Authors deserve to have full control and ownership of their works.
Fanfic isn’t a product to consume and then demand more of. Authors and creators deserve better.
He is a man who, before meeting his girl, had a very mundane life. A gray life, lacking color and warmth. No family outside of work. So when he wasn't deployed, he was alone.
And it’s assumed he’s someone who wants to be left alone, but then he gets thrust into this huge family…. And it’s like breathing again.
Relatives coming to stay with them for several weeks? No worries he has plenty of room. He’s the only fun uncle of the group who never gets tired of entertaining the kids. There is always something going on. Birthdays, holidays. Puja that his mother-in-law insists on doing over FaceTime whenever she’s not in the country.
Trading his Yorkshire tea for Chai.
Who doesn’t mind talking to his mother-in-law over the phone when his wife had her fill. Who is absolutely on board with starting on giving her grandkids.
Simon who never had so much as a birthday cake growing up, now gets his own boxes of homemade barfi and mysore pak. And even though his wife isn’t too found of cooking, he could eat her maggi everyday for the rest of his life.
The only thing in his entire marriage he doesn’t like, in fact hates, is when she fasts. Not in general. But for his health. The first year of marriage when Karva Chauth came up, he figured it was like Diwali or Holi. But when she explained she won’t eat until the moonrises, he wasn’t having it. He swore he hadn’t died yet and she could risk it. The next day he ordered enough take out, it lasted them three days breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Simon who learns how to help his wife pin her saree in place when her mother around to help.
Simon who begins to have a life in his 30s. Who laughs more and smiles often.
Who is thankful everyday that he got out of the gray.
thinking about neighbor!johnny who’s been talking you up for weeks, joking about every thing under the sun just to get a smile out of you as you’re coming and going from work. you know he’s in the military because he’s mentioned it to you in passing (and you definitely don’t keep track of how long he’s gone when he’s deployed). he’s always so friendly and charming when he reminds you to let him know if you need anything, so when the pipes on your bathroom sink start leaking, you find yourself walking down the hall towards his door. before you can even think twice about bothering him his door swings open and he steps out, a bag of garbage in his hand. johnny’s eyes fall on you, a grin spread across his face.
“evenin’ bonnie.”
you explain your problem to him, sprinkling in a few ‘i’m really sorry to bother you’s for good measure. from the look on his face as he walks back to your apartment with you, he really doesn’t mind.
“sorry for the mess,” you mumble as you shut your apartment door behind you. johnny looks around for a moment, taking in the stack of canvases in the corner, the cups of paintbrushes on your shelf, the tarp draped over the floor by the window…
“you're an artist.”
you blink up at him as he turns to face you, genuine interest lacing his tone. “uh, y-yeah. I guess you could say that,” you reply, watching as he regards your creative space in wonder. “depends on who you ask. some would say I’m just wasting my time.”
“yeah? well, paint them with a stick up their ass, just as they are.”
a giggle escapes your throat as he smiles at you, the smile that’s been haunting you for god knows how long already. the one that’s been visiting you in your dreams, hovering above you as he speaks nothing but sin into your ear.
you lead him toward the bathroom. he kneels down and examines the pipes and hums, assessing the situation before standing again and turning to face you.
“I can fix it tonight,” he says, pulling a sigh of relief from you. “on one condition.”
lord forgive you for the indecent scenes that come to mind when you hear his words, but you shake yourself out of it, hoping he doesn’t notice the tinge of pink on your cheeks. “what is that?”
johnny leans against the door frame, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. he seems to think for a moment before tilting his head at you. “teach me to paint.”
his request surprises you a little, but he smiled earnestly. he had one of those smiles that lit up his whole face, one that you could get lost in. “that’s what you want?” you ask, tilting your head at him. he smirks.
“yeah, s’what I want. I always liked to draw myself. but if you’ve got something else in mind, I’d love to hear it.”
the pink decorating your cheeks flared further and he chuckled. shaking your head, you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’ll teach you,” you reply. johnny grins and steps out of the bathroom. he makes his way to the door of your apartment before suddenly spinning on his heel to face you. “one more condition.”
“and that is?”
“have dinner with me.” all hints of teasing left his tone, but the smile on his face stayed charming as ever. johnny’s blue eyes flit between your eyes and your mouth as you weigh your options. a night in with nothing but paint to accompany you, or a gorgeous and quick-witted military man who always undressed you with his eyes from down the hall. you bite your lip nervously but a small voice inside you whispers – go on, live a little.
“you’ve got yourself a deal,” you answer, ignoring the way your heart flutters at his boyish grin. he opens the door, stepping halfway out. “I’m just going to grab some tools,” he says before leaning forward, his breath fanning over your lips. “and when I’m finished we can get started painting. I’m thinking we start with some…figure studies,” he purrs as he pulls back, shutting the door on his way out and leaving you wide eyed and alone in your apartment.
for now.
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I have never reblogged a fic before on this blog because well I don’t know it makes me shy but given that I am now that should tell you how good this fic is
Simon was many things. He was the best recruit of his rookie year, having set the highest kill rate—a title he still holds. Not only was he a lieutenant, but he was also a lieutenant with the best training regime, and he was part of the strongest, most sought-after task force across the military world. But before all of that, he was a man. No matter how hard he tried to be a ghost, a man of few words, he was a boy lost and breathless when the woman he fell in love with sat across his lap, tipsy and giggly, counting his eyelashes.
Simon couldn't breathe…
Simon was many things. He was one of the best recruits during his initiation. He had the highest kill rate throughout the base, including among his own teammates. He was a lieutenant and a member of arguably the best task force. If nothing else, he was a mountain of a man who could snap arms like twigs.
And yet, he still couldn't breathe…
To be honest, it was unreasonable to expect him to breathe, especially not with your knees on either side of his hips and a big smile on your face as you traced the line work on his mask. He tried again to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth, certain that you were too tipsy to notice the heaving of his chest, but you noticed. One hand fell to rest at the centre of his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. Simon's hands flexed against the skin of your waist, the warmth of your skin making him heady and unable to think straight. Your oversized sweater had steadily fallen off your shoulder with your squirming, and the eventual skin-on-skin contact made it even harder for Simon to catch his breath. He returned his gaze to your face when he heard your little giggle, his own huff escaping as he watched you keep your eyes steadily fixed on where it rested. With as much confidence as he could muster, he asked,
"Whats so funny darlin'?"
You finally looked up and the beaming smile you give him completely disarms Simon all over again as you lean your face closer. Simon can see every detail of your face so clearly and he locks away the little things somewhere safe in his head. He can smell the sweet taste of flavoured liquor as you finally muttered,
"... Nothin'... its just you heart beat sped up"
Simon cleared his throat, voice gruff as he asked,
"and thats amusin' because..."
"Because its just like mine when you look at me"
Simon's sure that the words escaped you with no intention to break him, and yet he nearly keened over. His hands squeezed your body before letting go, only to wrap themselves around your soft curves and heft you further onto his lap. The loud groan that left him sounded out into your neck as you tucked Simon's head under your chin. The surprised sounds that left at his strength you made something primal curl in his stomach at being so much larger than you. It's a feeling he has slowly become familiar with, never having given it much thought, especially on base where most individuals were hard, lean, and muscular until you stumbled into his office, soft fleshy curves dressed in oversized sweaters and leggings that he one day dreams of ripping off. However, the primal feeling is always accompanied by a rush of protectiveness which began the first time he saw the rookies surrounding you. Comfortable as they were with you as their registered psychologist, Simon was immediately in rage at their rough-housing, your small stature easily overwhelmed when one of the boys hefted you up and dropped you down. It made the large man intimately aware of just how impractical your tenderness was on a military base and the thought of you hurt making Ghost filter through the Simon.
The curling of your small fists in the material of his shirt pulls Simon back to his body as you slowly lean away, Simon letting you but only by a margin. You tilt your head down, your hair coming undone falling down one side of your face. You looked too much like an angel, and Simon could only swallow the three little words that were dancing on the tip of his tongue. One hand of yours was still fisted on his shoulder holding you up while the other came to ghost over his face. Simon closed his eyes, giving you the space to feather a touch over his eye lids only opening them when you exclaimed,
"Oh..."
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothings wrong Si... Its just... your eyelashes"
Simon's confusion must be visible through just his eyes with the way you chuckle but you soon clarify,
"I didn't realise you're a blonde... Always see you looking at me but I'm sorry I never realised... its pretty against the black Si, makes you seem like an angel"
Simon's breath catches in his throat as you continue to observe his masked face, as if you could spend forever looking at him, unaware of the state you have put him in.
Simon has come a long way to heal from the trauma of his childhood. To learn that it doesn't define him but is a small part in the larger story of his life. This healing doesn't mean he doesn't still consider himself a bad man because at the end of the day he kills without second thought and then saves the money he gets to do it. He bullies recruits to train harder, and he still snaps on bad days, no kindness in sight. He can be cruel and harsh and mean…
And still, all you have to do is smile his way, open your mouth, and say something like this, completely unraveling his sense of reality. Suddenly he isn't a broken husk of a human but a man who is trying and a man who wants so desperately to be worthy of the words that you throw his way. Kind words that mend so much of him even when he hasn't even had the courage to ask you out.
But sitting here in the rec-room, with your legs around his waist, Simon decides he can't really spend another night without the possibility of being something more with you. And so, with none of his usual hesitation, he brings one of his hands up to pull his mask up and over his head, and before you can really register the action, he has his lips pressed to yours, absorbing the sound of surprise that leaves you. He will sit you up in his lap tomorrow same as you are now and let you observe his face till your heart's content, but for now, he would be damned if he was letting you leave without tasting you and perhaps leaving a mark or two.
The kiss started off strong, a harsh press of his lips against your much softer ones before the both of you eased into it. One of simon's hands coming up to cup your face and keep your hair back while both of yours cupped his jaw. As much as Simon wanted to start slow the cute nip that you gave him along wit the feel of your smile had Simon growling as he pushed up further into you pushing his tongue past your lips quickly taking control of the kiss. Slowly and reluctantly you pulled away, giggling at the way Simon followed your lips – the kiss ending much too soon for his liking. Your eyes were hazy with lust and lips were red and Simon counted to ten in his head trying to dispell the need to kiss you again. He can let you get some of the jibber jabber out of your head before he was kissing you again.
"Simon... thats your face"
Simon laughed, a deep sound that shook his whole body and made you feel warm,
"Yes my love... I'm aware"
"Are you sure about this..."
"Well its too late now isn't it?"
"I know but still... I dont want you to feel pressured or you know feel like you have to just because–"
Your sentence cut off by Simon who was once again pressing his lips to your by pulling you down to him stopping whatever trail of thoughts your silly overthinking brain was sending your way. He only pulled away long enough to say,
"Lovie I'm not goin' to repeat myself yeah? I'm not pressured! I didn't feel like I have to and if you'll allow it I would like to take you out to dinner sometime soon so that I can officially say I'm datin' you and so I kiss you again and again for a very long time to come... yes?"
It took you a minute to process his words but when you did you were quick to nod though that was not enough,
"Words lovie words..."
"Yes Simon I'd love for you to take me out to dinner"
Simon was already leaning in to kiss you again but you leaned back one last time eyes sparkling with mischief as you said,
"You're a blonde Simon but didn't peg you for the dirty blonde type bet you get it touched up right?"
"Oh that's it come here you
Simon growled before he was hefting you up into his arms, forcing your legs to wrap around his legs before making his way to his room, lips attaching themselves onto any amount of skin he could find. He knows tomorrow will come and he will sit and be the object of your fascination for a while, and he will have to answer a million questions from Soap who had quietly slipped away when you had entered the room and so many more things but for now Simon was happy carrying the love of his life back to his dorm with your hands tugging on his dirty blonde hair...
Okay so the idea of a reader who noticed Simon was a blonde because of his eyelashes has been killing me so here enjoy....
As always please like and reblog yes? yes and give some COD requests cause clearly the well of inspiration is flourishing tho I do hope there is more reception on the Price fic cause me kinda inlove with the man
This is fairly unfinished and an unedited product of my fixation on these stupid military man and every hurt/comfort scenario you can think of but nonetheless enjoy!
PS:- I would really really REALLY love some COD requests since thats where the inspiration for writing is flourishing soooooo yeah please send stuff in thank you<3
Summary: John's a great captain but like all men in love he is also a stupid british man!
Warnings: Talk and direct mentions of smexy times, no aftercare (but not intentional and will come in part 2)
Jonathan Price is a military man...
More than that, he is a captain and a military man...
A captain in the military needs to embody many qualities, one of the most important being the ability to remain strong and stable in the face of adversity, anchored and calm in uncertainty, and always aware of their surroundings, especially when confronted with unprecedented situations that demand logic and rationality.
It's a trait John was not only confident he possessed but one he prided himself on (considering he was the captain of three complete muppets at times). Yet, as he stands there in his flannel pajamas, his member still damp and somewhat aroused from the recent pounding he gave you not five minutes ago, a warm washcloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, John has never been more flabbergasted in his life as he watches you cutely jump to pull your leggings up over your waist.
You had already fastened your bra and were now pulling your old university shirt over your head, a shirt John had previously loved. However, given that he had finally slept with you after a two-month deployment, he would prefer to see you in his clothing or nothing at all. Therefore, the sight of the worn-out piece of cloth offended him, to say the least. Even more so, because neither of you had received a lick of aftercare and the lack of it was making him antsy. Instead of waiting for him in bed like you should have, you were rummaging through your duffel bag for something John couldn't be bothered to inquire about. He was certain that nothing was important enough for you to leave the sheets before he had a chance to clean you up properly. So, with as much calm as he could muster, he said,
"What on fuckin' earth are you doing?
The heavy, accented voice of the captain makes you jump as you straighten up, not having heard him come in. You whirl around to face the man you have been infatuated with since your first meeting, the same man who fulfilled so many of your fantasies over the last few hours and is now standing in the doorway of his room with a flabbergasted look about his rugged face. The tears you had been doing a good job of suppressing so far immediately reappear, though you were adamant about not letting them fall… God forbid you be known on base as the girl who cries after sex. Instead, you give him a smile before turning away as you begin to wrangle your hair into a ponytail and reply,
"What do you mean, what am I doing, John?"
John can only splutter at your nonchalant response, his brain having completely short-circuited… Clearly, something is lost in translation.
You only shrug at his shock before continuing to gather your spread-out things into your small bag, trying your best to curb the small, pathetic whimper that is bound to leave your lips if you spend any more time in this man's room surrounded by so much of him. Instead, in the heavy silence of the room, you mull over the events of what got you in his bed in the first place…
You and John met 8 months ago when you were brought onto his military base as a licensed psychologist specialising in psychotherapy for young adults. Your main job was to work with the younger recruits, which included the ones trained by John's own men. John can still recall the first time he saw you as you came barreling in through his door, your angry voice bouncing off the walls of his office. You were a small thing, barely reaching the bottom of the man's chest, with long hair and high cheekbones. You were dressed in leggings that flared at the bottom and drove John insane, with a striped sweater on top, your soft curves visible through the knitted material.
You were the most tender thing he had seen on base, and despite all this softness, you squared off against the military captain, demanding to speak to his lieutenant and give the man a piece of your mind for traumatizing your recruits more than any battlefield could. John had never been rash a day in his life, and yet he had promised himself he would make everything and anything to do with you a personal matter.
You, on the other hand, had not perceived the butterflies the older Brit gave you until the next day when he had come knocking on your door. Dressed in a tight shirt and his camo pants, he was every girl's dream. It didn't help the butterflies in your stomach when he looked down at you with soft eyes while properly introducing himself. He then led you to the rec room of his task force where his lieutenant was sitting and brooding.
Thus began eight long months… Months of teasing glances exchanged across busy meeting rooms that made him grin and you blush. Soft touches shared either against the back of your hand when you stood side by side or across your cheek as he tucked your hair back. Eight long months of late-night talks where he would seek you out, wherever you were, with a drink of your choice in his hand and an endearing look about him as he let you jabber about how you miss baking and he told you about his parents. Eight months spent with your heart in your mouth as you watched him leave with his team, a desperate prayer for his safety on your lips as he held you against him the night before, limbs tangled together innocently yet intimately. Eight months of yearning that would only grow stronger every time he came back, his eyes finding you in a sea of military personnel and lighting you on fire each time.
And despite all this wanting, two months ago, the night before he was sent out for the longest mission yet, you overheard him with Ghost in the rec room. The box of cupcakes you smuggled into the base held tightly as the tall, rough captain unknowingly broke your heart.
"You say professional sir but everyon' sees the way you look at 'er... the little medic..."
"Don't know what you're talkin' about Simon..." Price chuckles and you assume Ghost gives him a look as John continues,
"Hell even if I wanted to and I am no' saying I do, I cant do anything about it can I?... she's a kid AND she's military personnel"
"Then the late nights in your office are what... just meetings to go over paperwork yeah? Just a little overtime is that it?"
"Come on gotta pass the time between deployments somehow"
"Is that so then mind if I tell Soap–"
Thats all you had the stomach to hear, although had you stuck around you would have heard the captain confess his love. Instead you made your way to his office where you left the box of baked goods on his table and fled to your room. You spent the night muffling your tears as you came to terms with what you were to John versus what John is to you... The following morning, as you waved some of your recruits bye, your eyes met John's hurt ones, his gaze heavy with questions about where you were last night but you looked away.
Unbeknownst to John his worst worry was coming true when the two months of his deployment gave you enough time to misunderstand your importance to him. That while John was the sun to you, you were a small star in a distant galaxy that had no hope of being anything more than that... And yet you knew you would take anything he gave you, no matter how much it would hurt.
Which is why when he knocked on your room door in the middle of the night, his hair still wet from the shower he had barely managed to squeeze in, eyes tired, lost, and desperate you didn't hesitate. You didn't hesitate when his arms went around your waist drawing you into his chest, head pressed into the crook of your neck as you pressed him into you. You didn't resist or clue him on the turbulence in your head when he pulled away although barely. His hands moving from gripping the back of your shirt to your waist, grip tight as he hefted you into the air forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. Any shock on your part absorbed by his mouth as his lips found yours, your hands coming to hold his face. The kiss was desperate, it was messy. A clash of tongue and teeth as he quickly took control. You hadn't stopped to think or really breath, instead letting John fill the crevices of your mind as he carried you through the empty hallways of the barracks. Somewhere in the back of your head you wondered how no one spotted you but you were quickly distracted by his hand on your ass which kept you pressed up against him. The other on the back of your neck never letting you pulling away long enough and following your mouth as you did so. You never stopped to spill the pent up hurt that had festered unknown to the man as you whimpered into his mouth when his fingers found just the right spot, his muttered praises only getting you to your finish faster...
Your little trip down memory lane as you stuffed another shirt into your bag gave John time to get over his shock, taking a deep breath as he placed the washcloth and bottle on his nightstand. His surprise was now replaced by a desire to fix the situation.
Another aspect of being a captain was observing people, learning to read the little things about how people behaved, and now that the shock had worn off, that's what John set about doing. He watched the tension in your back gather as you stuffed your things into your bag… mementos left over from other nights that John treasured. Things that he would be pulling out of the bag as soon as he had things sorted. He watched with narrowed eyes as your face got redder, the desperation with which you were trying to hold yourself together scaring him…
Something was wrong, and he had been so consumed by his need to see you, to feel you, to know that you were alright, that he didn't stop to consider how things had been left off… To remember that you never came to his room the night before he left and that you didn't look at him at the drop zone. John realized then that whatever had upset you that night had two months to fester in your mind and that he couldn't let you leave in any capacity before everything was laid out.
He shuffled his way over to your figure as you rummaged for your ID card in your bag, needing it to get back to your room. His large hands slid into place on either side of your waist. You jolted at the sensation, registering that his hands were warm while straightening up. John didn't let your tensing stop him as he gently turned you around, his grip turning a little forceful when you tried to resist, but eventually you gave in. Your splotchy cheeks and bitten lips greeted him, and he couldn't help himself when he pressed his lips against your forehead, muttering into your skin as he did so,
"Sweetheart... whats going on?"
"What do you mean John?"
"I mean whats going on... whats got you packin' up your bag hmmm? Can't imagine you've got an important meetin' this time of the night have you? We also hadn't really finished had we?"
Johns doing his best to catch your eye as he talks but its futile when you keep your gaze steady on anything but his face.
"You wanted to go again?"
John balks at that response. Is that really why you think he wants you to stay? Is that really what you think of him?
"What? No no darlin' I mean you were up before I gotta chance to clean you up... I don't know about the men you've been with before sweet girl but a gentleman cleans up his lady... and of course a cuddle after..."
He pouts through the last part though you don't look up to see it. Your eyes remain trained on his muscular neck and John does his best to remain patient. He knows you, no matter how foreign your apprehension of him may feel right now. He knows you and he knows you're hurting which is why you're avoiding his eyes because the minute he gets you to see him you break,
"Oh... oh you don't have to John... I'm alright I can just go, I'm sure you're tired and want to rest and i don't want to keep you..."
John groans lowly in frustration at you not getting his point, his grip subconsciously tightening as if you would run off the minute he lets go and to his credit thats not a difficult situation to imagine,
"Fuckin' hell, okay sweetheart lets try this another way. Why do you think you have to go anywhere huh? I though' we could lay down and have a cuddle... even took the day off tomorrow to spen' it with you yeah? Want to know what you've been up to? Maybe step off the base and take you out for a proper meal?"
With each word out his mouth your confusion and hurt climb reaching a crescendo until your ears are ringing and you need to get away from this sweet talking brit before you crumble. However, Johns a stubborn man particularly when he sets his mind to something so no amount of squirming on your end makes him let you go as you begin to blabber each source of pain out in the open,
"Let me go, let me go, let me go John... You're so mean you know that? So so so mean... You come into my life all soft and sweet and gentle with me calling me pretty things that I've only imagined being called and you came in and made me care about you when I was so happy in my own bubble but still I started to care and then I find out its only for me to be something you pass time with nothing more and then you come back and I love you so much that ill take anything I can get from you even if its one night and then you have the audacity to stand there and be all sweet and caring when you and I both know that this will never be anything more and you know what maybe I am a child because this is too much–"
Your ranting is cut off by John whose own pulse has become frantic at all that you've laid out before him. You love him! Wait why do you think this is a one night thing? what do you means passing the time? One hands grips your upper arm, the other forcing your face up to look at him as your fists continue to push but to no avail,
"Whoa whoa okay look at me... look at me sweet girl... not letting you go until I ge' your eyes on me yeah? You can fight all you wan' but 'm not letting go until you get you damn eyes on me yeah? Come on... there you go good girl now what do you mean something to pass time with huh? What got that daft idea into that pretty head or that this would be a one night thing? Talk to me yeah "
John's barely finished before the words escape you in a breathless sob
“You, you stupid British man!”
Okay I was too excited to post it so here but if the reception to it is you know good ill post the second bit which is already written 👀
Can you just tell us if you plan on not writing anymore ? I don’t want to keep checking everyday
I like to keep you guys on your toes...
especially the anons who seem to not understand that i have life outside of entertaining and fufilling your fantasies about fictional characters so yeah I plan on writing but no update because thats just how it is
please get it through your head that I write because I want to and when I don't want to I don't have to... This is not to say I am not grateful for all the support but if the support is guilting me into posting a fic I am not yet confident about posting then i don't want it!!!
(TO ALL THE SWEET CUTIE PATOOTIE SUPPORTIVE GIRLY POPS (MEANT TO BE GENDER NETRAL LOL) I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND WILL DO MY BEST TO POST SOMETHING SOON)
Hey girly!! Love your writing so much! I hope you’re doing well!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
ALL THE HUGS AND KISSES TO YOU CHILD IM GLAD SOMEONE LIKES THEM LOL
no i want to get back but the motivational dopamine for just about everything (except nicotine since which has cognitive benefits and therefore i am using/abusing to study) has just about disappeared but I am glad people are still enjoying my writing.
I DREAM ABOUT BEING THE ALCOHOLIC RATS I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MY FINALS SO NO I AM NOT ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH
On a seperate note does anyone have any COD fluffy fic recs???
Cause tell you what the idea of four big beefy men forcing me to take care of myself during finals is the only fantasy getting me through and your girlie could really use fluffy fics cause the only ones I seem to find are smutty which like you know time and place
(yes I have written my own fluffy fics of these men since I can't find any but would really like some recs right about now)
Omg I saw you speak Punjabi!!! I’m from himachal so I can speak himachali and Punjabi. Hello fellow North Indian
GIRLIE POP IM HALF HIMACHALIIIII
My mama is from shimla/kasauli sideee!! Helluuu fellow north indian hehehehe!! I don't have a lot of brown desi ppl mutuals so this is a very nice surprise hehehe
becaue unfortunately this doesn't pay the bills and my undergraduate degree is kicking my butt and the only thing getting me thru life is day dreaming about olderbf! Price and ghost to get me from one day to the next 😭
Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...
It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.
Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.
Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.
"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine."
"Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you."
"One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"
You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,
"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."
His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,
"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."
Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.
"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away."
"Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"
Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,
"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."
You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.
"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."
You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.
Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.
You had never been soft…
You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?
Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.
Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.
And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.
"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"
His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,
"Nothing to tell you Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all"
"How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better"
"Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"
Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face, lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does so before he pulls away and says,
"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"
