🐺 Iwaizumi x f!reader, wolf shapeshifter reader, potential enemies to friends to lovers, time-skip career spoilers, alcohol cw, anxiety cw
🐺 Summary: After being spotted in her wolf form, Y/n decides to befriend the human in hopes of keeping an eye on him and to keep her secret safe. But after months of knowing Iwaizumi, the shapeshifter found herself actually caring for him.
🐺 Currently: 35.9k words, Part 16/?
‘You Never Learn’ Masterlist
🛠 Kyoutani x f!reader, mechanic reader, strangers to lovers, some time-skip spoilers, sexual/suggestive content, alcohol cw, mental health and unhealthy coping mechanisms cw
🛠 Summary: Chasing highs with lows, looking for love or a distraction, Y/n spends her days working as a mechanic at Keishin’s garage and evenings with her beloved dog and roommate. Or on the normal days at least.
🛠 Currently: 62.5k words, Part 18/?
‘But Can I Fit It’ Masterlist
What Keeps Me Up At Night
🖤 Not Character x Y/N, apocalyptic AU kinda, shapeshifters/monsters, fighting/violence, on the run/being hunted, hurt/comfort, angst. This is my OC and characters from Karasuno, Inarizaki, and Seijoh. Characters besides my OC’s: Daichi, Kita, Sugawara, Suna, Aran, Miya Twins, Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki.
🖤 Summary: On the run from their hunters, those seeking to destroy them, old friends lend a helping hand to Kade and her group. Can these monsters find a new life hiding amongst humans, or are they putting Kita and the others at risk for nothing?
Summary: Sometimes confessions come when you least expect them or sound unbelievable, too good to be true. When Kyoutani shares his feelings with you, you have to decide if you'll let your fears go and admit your own.
Word Count: 2k
Warnings/Genre: nsfw, 18+, mdni, sexual content, insecurities, fear of repeating past mistakes, bath scene
Part 18: Touch Starved
The sound of a car goes ignored as it flies down the street, pops and crackles left in its wake. As ignored as the sweat soaked sheets against your back and the cold air that seeps into the room from a forgotten, cracked open window.
All ignored, nonexistent to you as your fingers grab at any part of him you can get a hold of. The heat between your palms and his skin is like fire, which should make the crisp breeze a sharp contrast, yet it goes unnoticed. Just like the damp sheets below you that you pay no mind to as you wrap your legs around his waist when your name falls from his lips, sweet and alluring. How can you pay attention to any sound other than his sweet words mixed in with desire filled moans?
You have been rolling beneath the sheets with Kentarou since arriving at his home for an early dinner. A simple meal you helped him prepare, all while being pressed into his side and catching the little glimpses he would sneak at you, his smile never waning. Something that was once a rare sight, now something you could never get tired of.
It has been long enough since the two of you had last slept together that you never thought the kiss you left on his sleeve would lead to anything. Or that after he responded with a light peck to your temple and you daringly moved for his lips, he would return the kiss before turning back to stir the food with blush in his cheeks.
Those simple actions were all it took to land you in this position, and then some, for the last couple of hours. Your clothes lost to the floor, blankets half pushed off the bed, the bedside lamp making up for the long gone sun, and Kentarou as close as possible.
Now, he lays heavy on you, his head resting on your sweaty chest. You brush blond hair from his face, panting together with what marks the end of your third or fourth round now. A hand idly scratches at the short hair of his nape as you look around the room in a haze.
“I can’t keep doing this," Kentarou mumbles out, catching you off guard. Shaking his head against you lazily, he continues, “I can’t. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Your brows scrunch with a grin in disbelief and you reach out to push more sweat drenched hair from his face with a soft chuckle. He looks so out of it, there's no way he could be serious. “Sure it’s not post-sex brain?”
"No. No, I-I shouldn't have said it like that, I guess," he stumbles over his words, rolling to his side, leaving an arm and leg draped over you still, but there's sincerity in his voice. His brain is so jumbled you begin to wonder if maybe that was one round too many as you watch him struggle to piece together what he wants to say, "It's not.. a new feeling. I care deeply about you, I have for a while now." He brings your hand to his clammy chest and holds it there, and while his breathing evens out, his heart fails to slow under your touch. "I do want this, want you. But I need more than this, and I need to know that you want it too."
You move your hand to run fingertips across his lips, letting his words sink in. You care for him, but what do you say back in this moment? This is what you've been wondering all this time, wanting to know, but even as you hear his confession now you can't help feeling held back by your fears of repeating the past. The last thing you want is to put him, or anyone you care about, in the same shitty situation your last lovers were put through.
"Kentarou." There's reassurance in your words for him although those fears are swirling in your mind, "I never regret these moments."
If you can't share your feelings quite yet, the things you've done holding you back, you want him to at least know that you care for him too. That the way he feels is reciprocated.
"I just," your fingers lower with your gaze as memories taunt you. "I had felt that it was a bad habit, one that I told myself I would quit. That I was ruining friendships, making things complicated, causing unneeded problems. But with you, it started feeling like something more and I just.."
Kentarou waits patiently for you to continue, to your dismay.
"I didn't think that I deserved anything more." Your eyes squeeze shut as you push through thoughts of the past, the way you tore into Satori when he only tried to help, the way you did the same to Toshi when we tried to intervene. "I want more with you, but I feel like that's a bad idea. I- You deserve better.."
Kentarou's eyes shift as he searches your expression, until he pieces together what you're so worried about. "You're afraid you'll hurt me? Afraid of repeating.."
Hearing the words aloud makes something in your chest tighten harshly, even if nothing in his words suggests that he thinks you will. The discomfort makes you pull away and turn to sit up, but as you move to stand he grasps your wrist.
His grip might be firm, but his expression is as soft as his words, “Don’t go. Stay.”
In an attempt to cover your tracks, you shoot him an awkward smile and stretch with a murmur. "Well, I could use a hot shower.."
He pauses, focusing on the door to the master bathroom before he speaks again, "Hmm, why not a hot bath?"
You sit on the granite countertop of the double sink in his master bath, the same granite found in the kitchen and other bathroom, dark cabinets to match. A coldness seeps into your thighs as you watch steam roll off the water filling the bathtub.
The dark and medium neutrals of the room fit Kentarou better than anything you could have imagined.
Said man is sitting on the edge of the bathtub making a bubble bath just for you. His back is to you and you try not to stare as he sits there in only his boxers. He offered you a pair as well and a shirt, even though you insisted that you were plenty comfortable in the nude as you were.
"Okay. Should be good," he says, flicking water off his hand just to stand and head for the door. "Let me know if you need anything."
He turns to face you when you grab his wrist. Shooting him the sweetest smile, you say, "I need something."
He raises a brow at that, knowing you're likely up to something. "Oh yeah? What?"
Taking a step back towards the bath, you grab the hem of the shirt you're wearing to pull it up over your head. "You."
With a sigh, he shakes his head.
"I'm not asking for sex, Kentarou. I just want you." Discarding your borrowed bottoms, you dip a foot into the water to test the temperature for yourself. It's hot, but not so much that you recoil at the feeling. "Your company. If you don't mind joining me."
He stands at the door, eyes flicking between it and you. As you settle into the bath, you watch him momentarily before closing your eyes. It's so obvious that he’s torn between the decision that you can’t help the smile that stretches your lips.
Of course, he can't bring himself to leave you when given the invitation. "Move."
At the feeling of a hand lightly brushing your shoulder you open your eyes to Kentarou losing what little clothing he has on. Scooting forward you make room for him to climb in behind you.
"Happy?" He asks once he's settled into the bath, knees on either side of you. The water sways under the thick layer of bubbles around you.
You sink back into him, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. “Very.”
The two of you relax in silence. Having washed away your sex prior to Kentarou preparing the bath, there's no need to worry about the mess from earlier. Just the both of you lying peacefully in the water, bubbles making the water feel almost silky and filling the air with some sort of floral aroma. You're so comfortable you could almost fall asleep, lightly dragging your hands over his skin that feels slippery and soft in the bath.
Until your eyes are fluttering open and hands still when you feel him twitch against the small of your back, in time with him letting his head fall back in self-induced annoyance. "Ignore it."
"How can you be ready to go again?" You cock a brow, shifting in your spot enough to purposefully draw another involuntary twitch from him.
"I'm not."
Scooping bubbles into your hands, you ignore it as asked. Instead, watching some of the bubbles dissipate in your palms brings a memory forward. Entertained, a smile tugs at your lips, “You forgot the snacks.”
Looking over your shoulder, you find that Kentarou is smiling right back. He brings arms gently around your waist as he says, “So you figured it out, huh?”
“And you forgot the snacks,” you tease.
“I can fix that.”
“Nah.” With a wink, you turn away once more, “Though, I’ll be disappointed next time if there’s no snacks.”
“Noted.”
Eyes closed and your arms crossed over his, you clear your mind of anything besides the feeling of him behind you and the bubble bath scent you can’t make out.
The arms around your waist tightens when he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, making the water around you ripple. His breath heats your skin as he speaks, "I'll be yours, if you'll have me."
Hearing those words from him, so soft and carefully said, makes you smile even though your brow scrunches with the mixed emotions you’ve felt on the topic up until recently. You want him, you do. So badly in fact, but all this time you let your head get the best of you, not letting yourself have a chance.
It’s so oblivious now that you could laugh at yourself for thinking he couldn’t want you as much as you want him. How long has he felt this way? Has it been weeks or even months?
“You really have fallen for me?” Slowly, you take his hands in yours, looking behind you to see him smiling back at you. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
With a kiss to the crown of your head, he mumbles into your hair, "For a while now. But I couldn't figure out how you feel about me."
He leans his head over your shoulder to look into your eyes with something between curiosity and doubt. "So, how do you feel anyway?"
At that you can only grin before awkwardly twisting around enough to kiss him. "Like I want this, want you. Like I want more bubble baths after an evening together, sex or not. Like I'm already tiptoeing around it. So why not give in to the feeling if you feel the same."
"So, you're my girlfriend then?"
"Yes."
"Sweet." You scoff but it only makes him laugh. "Why don't we finish up in here? Then I'll change the sheets and we can snuggle the rest of the night until we fall asleep, hm?"
"So, no official girlfriend-boyfriend sex tonight then?" You flash him a playful smirk.
He sighs, but the smile on his face doesn't fade. "You're impossible. I'm trying to have a moment here."
"You love me," you say with a toothy grin, reaching for and popping open the cap of the bottle of soap found across from you, inhaling the scent of familiar fir.
Watching you lather yourself in front of him with adoration in eyes, he says, "Yeah, I do."
Girlies, don't be sleeping on the 30+ year old smut writers.
We've had more good sex, bad sex, ugly sex than the average 18 year old. We've got to the point where we just stop someone in flagrante if they're not meeting our needs. We've encountered more of the heart wrenchingly sexy, grisly and intimate bits than we had at 18 years old.
Don't be down on getting older. I promise, the sex only gets better.
all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.
Exits my Google Doc covered in blood not to imply I have been killing off or otherwise torturing my characters, but to convey that my WIP is currently lying on the operating table with its organs in the process of rearrangement
Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.
Fics are not social media posts. There’s no “stalking” someone’s “old posts”. They’re meant to be found and enjoyed years down the line. No need to be nervous.
