synopsis: feeding tamaki amajiki takoyaki and then forcing him to jack off with his tentacles... won't let him fuck you until he gets you off with them too...
fandom: mha
content: nsfw, mdni. fem!reader, subby tamaki, tentacles, established relationship, piv intercourse, fingering (would it technically be called tentacling??), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, tamaki cums inside, i'm self-indulgent as hell
wc: 2.4k
"open up, baby."
a plate of fried octopus balls sits on the coffee table next to you and tamaki while you sit together on the couch in your shared living room. a pair of chopsticks rests between your fingers, pinching one of the takoyaki and raising it to your boyfriend's face. his eyes are trained on his favorite snack and he parts his lips eagerly, not hesitating to obey your commands.
you're sitting on the cushion with your legs folded under you, while tamaki is next to you with his legs spread and leaning back. you gently place the takoyaki on his tongue, and he closes his mouth around the chopsticks, sucking them clean while chewing. you watch his throat bob as the food slides down, pull the chopsticks out of his mouth.
"good boy," you coo, reaching for another piece. his mouth is already hanging open for more when you bring the chopsticks back up, placing another octopus ball on his tongue. a soft moan escapes his pressed lips as he chews, savoring the taste.
one by one, you feed him the takoyaki, and when the plate is empty, you set the chopsticks down and turn back to him.
"those were so good, babe," he grins bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "you should have had some."
a cunning smirk spreads across your face as you lean forward, the neckline of your tank top drooping enough that your cleavage was visible, your arms pushing your boobs together. your boyfriend's eyes trail downward before he sharply turns his head away, too shy to be caught staring at your chest.
"oh i'll have some, but in a different way," you reply, staring up at him through your lashes. your hand reaches out to grab his, and you lift it up between both your faces. "what is it that you can do with your fingers, again? tentacles, right?"
tamaki's eyebrows furrow, and he looks down at his hand. you squeeze it just a bit, using your finger to rub circles into his palm.
"yeah, i can manifest tentacles with takoyaki," he breathes, his voice getting quieter. his lips are pursed. your free hand wanders to his thigh, inching closer to his groin, and his eyes widen as he seems to realize where this is heading. your hand rubs up and down his thigh and it jerks underneath your touch. you hear a nervous gulp, and his lips tremble. "but, what do you want me to do with them?"
"no questions, just do as i say," your voice lowers to almost a whisper as you shamelessly make your demands. tamaki is barely able to meet your eyes without his whole face reddening, and so he looks away as he activates his quirk. each finger on his right hand slowly stretches and thickens to form five long, red tentacles. they are lined with suckers on the undersides, and appear a bit shiny with some sort of substance.
"you know, octopi can use their suckers to taste things, does that ability translate with your quirk?" you indulge in your curiosities, reaching out to poke and caress the tentacles. they seem more sensitive than his regular fingers, as he shudders the tiniest bit when you drag the tip of your finger up and down them.
"uh, i don't actually know, whenever i use these i don't come into contact with food or anything-"
his voice is stifled when you part your lips and stick your tongue out, prodding a tentacle with it. it's salty, and a bit wet but not terribly slimy. it seems rather squishy, just like a real octopus's limb. your hand that was rubbing tamaki's thigh finally continues to his crotch, where it fiddles with the zipper of his jeans. he freezes, and you swear you hear a bit of a whimper.
"y/n, wh- what are you doing?" he mutters as you pull down the zipper, peeling back the jeans so his growing bulge can breathe. you smile as his dick twitches to life through his underwear, and you meet his eyes.
"i said no questions, baby. now do what i ask, yeah?" you purr. he responds wordlessly with a nod, waiting for further instruction. his breath catches in his throat as you grab at the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down for his cock to spring out, already hard with a bead of precum at the tip.
his arm falls to the side, tentacles twitching as you close the gap between you and press your lips to his. it's a gentle, innocent kiss, a contrast to what is to come as you pull away. grabbing his arm, you guide his own hand to his erect cock.
"wrap them around yourself, baby."
you relish in the look of surprise on his face, eyes widening, eyebrows lifting, and lips parted. nevertheless, he obeys, wrapping his wet tentacles around his cock. he immediately melts into his own touch, and you guess the tentacles feel nice. they curve and mold perfectly to his shape. he doesn't move, waiting for your next command.
"get yourself off, tamaki," you encourage, and he hesitates, but your hands dragging up and down his body incite him to start moving his tentacles. he whimpers as he jerks himself off, slowly and gently. the sight of him pleasuring himself makes your abdomen tighten and your heart skip a beat. your temperature rises and you feel your underwear dampen, and you rub your thighs together in anticipation.
"mmph," he whines, leaning his head back.
"feels good, baby? why don't you pick up the pace?" your lips find his jaw and trail down to the crook of his neck where they latch, biting and sucking. his body jerks underneath you and you smile into his skin. his arm moves up and down faster, and you begin to hear wet noises as the substance from his tentacles mixes with his leaking pre.
"feels so good," he groans, tensing up under your touch. your hand squeezes his thigh and your lips continue sucking bruises onto his neck. his arms move furiously. "fuck, i'm gonna cum already." you could tell by the shakiness of his voice and the tightness of his muscles that he's on the edge.
you look up from his neck. "mm mm, not yet." your hand wraps around his wrist, signaling him to stop. he lets out a loud breath he seemed to be holding in, and releases his cock. his head turns to you and you feel your cunt tighten around nothing. how cute he is when he begs with his eyes.
"please," he whines. his cock looks painfully erect, rock hard and dripping. your mouth waters at the sight, but it can wait.
"ever since i found out what your quirk was, i've had this question in the back of my mind," you admit, standing up on your knees. tamaki watches silently as you pull down your pants along with your underwear to reveal your warm, wet pussy. lifting one leg at a time, you fully take them off, tossing them somewhere on the floor. at this point he is shamelessly staring at your half naked body. you lean back against the armrest, spreading your legs to display everything for him to see.
"touch me, tamaki," you purr, lying still for him. for a second he falters, wondering if you're serious, nervous to try something new.
"is that... really what you want?" despite asking, he still does as told, and his hand slowly approaches your thigh. anticipation bubbles up in your stomach as you imagine what it will feel like, but you don't have to wait very long.
it's an interesting sensation when the tentacles come into contact with your soft skin. it doesn't feel slimy, but it is wet, and smooth. they caress your inner thigh, squeezing it, and then travel closer to your cunt. tamaki holds his breath. two tentacles spread your lips and another flicks at your clit, and you melt into the touch, throwing your head back and moaning softly.
"that's good, baby, keep going."
the tentacle rubs circles and continues to flick at your clit, while another runs up and down your vulva, teasing around your entrance. you squirm under the touch, wanting them to penetrate and fuck you. sparks ignite in your stomach and tamaki finds himself moaning at your pleasure, his painful erection twitching as he imagines it in place of his tentacles.
while one tentacle still pays attention to your clit, another slips just the tip inside your hole. it's not enough. you want to be stretched and forced open, to cum on all five of his tentacles.
"tamaki, i need them. please fuck me," you whine, legs shaking. the single tentacle is joined by one more, and they push their way in, all the way in, until they fill you up. but it's still not enough. you rut against his hand. he adds a third tentacle, and you're starting to feel full, but you want all of them. they thrust in and out, and you're gushing slick all over, whining and grinding. then, he adds the fourth, leaving one to keep pleasuring your clit. the fourth struggles to fit inside, but its wetness lubricates itself enough to force its way in, and you clench around it.
"fuck, fuck!" you scream, that familiar feeling of release building up. your stomach tightens, but you don't want to cum until you've felt all of his tentacles fill you up. you don't know if you can take another, but you want to try. "m- more."
they keep fucking in and out of you, squelching noises filling the room, as the fifth leaves your swollen clit and joins them. as it prods your hole you feel a sharp pain for just a second, but your cunt spasms from your own wetness and arousal, allowing it to stretch just a bit more for the last one to push its way inside. finally, you're full. your jaw is hanging open and your legs are shaking too much to be able to ride his hand anymore, so you let tamaki do all the work as your orgasm climbs.
"tama, i'm gonna cum," you whine, moans falling from your lips nonstop. his second hand, which you notice has grown another set of tentacles, slithers up your waist. it slips under your tank, and reaches your chest. thankfully, you went braless. your body jerks under the touch, and two tentacles find either of your hard nipples, pinching and twisting. this is enough to send you over the edge, and with the loudest moan yet, you gush all around him.
endless amounts of slick coat the tentacles and your thighs, and they slow to a stop. when he pulls his hand out you whine, feeling impossibly empty as you come down from your high. your chest heaves up and down from your breaths, and you melt into the couch, closing your eyes. you feel movement, and despite your eyes being closed you see a shadow form above you. when you open them, you see your boyfriend's begging face, needy frown and furrowed eyebrows.
"i need you, baby, please let me fuck you," he cries, grinding his cock against your thigh. tentacles slither around your waist. he doesn't really give you the chance to give him permission, and lines himself up with your entrance. your orgasm took you out, depleting your energy enough to keep you from fighting it. he sinks inside of you with a moan, your two juices mixing together so he can slide in easily.
after the tentacles, tamaki's cock easily finds its way in, but he's by no means small. he fills you up just as well, and you clench around him, drawing out a groan.
"baby, i wanna cum so... so bad, i need it," he leans down to connect your lips, hungrily capturing them. your two bodies fit together perfectly as you arch up into him. you both are impossibly wet, and every time he pumps into you, more slick spills out. despite your cries and nails digging into his shoulders, he picks up the pace, your skin slapping together.
"oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good," he whines. the tentacles curl around your hips so hard you wouldn't be surprised if they left bruises, and you feel like he's holding you captive on his dick. as he thrusts into you, he uses his hands to bring you down onto him, allowing himself to force his way impossibly deeper in the depths of your cunt.
"mmm, tamaki," you can barely eke out the words as your pleasure rises again, just as intense as the first time. "don't stop, i'm gonna cum again."
reaching down to touch your tits with your own hands, you pinch and squeeze, feeling that edge coming on. you want to cum again so bad, you find the strength to grind up into him, always needing more.
"fuck, i'm close," tamaki whimpers, increasing his pace. his thrusts are rough but sloppy, pulling out just enough to keep the tip inside so he can slam his full length back into you every time.
"god, tamaki!"
your stomach tenses and you find yourself gushing on his cock, your cunt spasming with release, hand gripping his shoulder. the squeezing of your hole around him is enough to send him over the edge as well, and with one last hard thrust, thick ropes of cum spurt inside you. your legs twitch, your hole twitches, his cock twitches, and the two of you whine as he pulls out, drenched in both of your liquids.
it's all he can take to just lean back against the couch again, catching his breath. as your body cools down and you come back to earth, you feel stuck to the couch. he'll have to peel you off and carry you to the bathroom, because you can't feel your legs.
"we're gonna have to do that again," you smile, and you can't help but replay the still fresh moment in your head. you can't believe you were actually just fucked by tentacles... and it was the best sex you've ever had.
"agreed," tamaki leans over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
synopsis: according to andy, the obvious solution to a love triangle is for everyone to fuck. in order to give gina the ultimate death, fuko takes matters into her own hands, while andy tells her what to do.
content: ffm threesome, fuko is a virgin, voyeurism (andy joins in eventually), andy teaches fuko how to have sex, semi-public sex (on the beach), v!fingering, oral sex (cunnilingus), character death, fuko's unluck, fuko calls gina 'miss gina', porn with plot, porn with feelings
they'd almost secured it. the final spot needed for andy and fuko to join the round table. but gina's love confession threw a wrench in their plan. fuko couldn't bear to let andy kill gina when it seemed like she had so much more to say. so she grabbed andy's shoulder with her gloved hand.
"wait, she can't die yet. she deserves to be heard," fuko gently smiled, then her eyes landed on gina's. gina laid on the sandy beach, the location of the three's brutal fight. she had been all but defeated, and was almost ready to give up. but something behind her eyes told fuko she had some business to take care of before moving on.
andy smiled adoringly at fuko. leave it to her to be kind and merciful.
"i fell in love with you that day i put you in a cell," gina whispered, tears brimming at her eyes. "i caught you, jailed you away. but you didn't resent me for it. instead, you said, 'see you later, for a rematch.'"
the tears forced their way through her lashes and spilled onto her cheeks. seeing her in such a state brought fuko to tears as well. she and andy stayed silent, allowing gina to finish.
"when you escaped years later, i secretly hoped i would be assigned to capture you again..."
she sighed, closing her eyes.
"okay, i'm ready."
silence filled the air for a moment, then andy spoke.
"well, of course you fell in love with me. charming is my middle name!" He grinned, grabbing gina's hand. her smile shifted to a frown, and she opened her eyes again.
"deady dearest, that's what i love about you. you're always so... funny, even when times are tough." gina's eyes bored into andy's, and fuko could only watch helplessly. her heart swelled with warmth at the notion of andy being so loved. it brought her comfort, knowing he was such a romantic.
"deady, please. i'm ready to go. i think this is the change i can finally be at peace with." gina begged.
"...no."
a voice chimed in. it was fuko, who hadn't spoken since gina began her confession. fuko was met with two pairs of questioning eyes. gina looked up at her in fear, and andy in confusion.
"i- i mean, yes, we will put you to rest, but it needs to be on your terms." fuko smiled at andy. "andy and i are on a journey to discover the ultimate death. i think it would only be fair to try our best to give you the same."
gina was motionless and silent, waiting for fuko to suggest something. ultimate death? what could that entail?
"do you have any ideas, fuko?" andy still smiled, but it turned into a smirk, like there was a thought in the back of his head that he was waiting to speak.
fuko looked up at the sky, pursing her lips in thought.
"i don't, do you, andy?"
his smile grew, and his eyes went dark.
"gina's in love with me, right?" he rubbed his chin. "and i'm close to winning fuko's heart," he winked at fuko, whose cheeks burst red.
"what is that called, when two people are in love with the same person?" andy pondered aloud, innocently.
"a... love triangle?" gina whispered. she felt her face heating up as her eyes met with fuko. she and lucky, the girl she was just painting the horizon with, were in love with the same man.
"yeah, that's right," andy's eyes met gina's again. "well, the only solution i see here is for us all to get it on."
if fuko had been drinking something at the moment, she would have spit it out. and as if her cheeks aren't already burning red, they became even redder. she and gina both blubbering and grasped for words, looking back and forth at each other and andy.
"andy, that's insane, how could you even suggest such a thing?" fuko scolded, covering her face with her hands.
"wait."
fuko peeked through her fingers at gina, who looked deep in thought.
"you really want to do... that... with me, even when i look like this? even when my de-aging is wearing off?"
andy's expression turned serious, and he took both of gina's hands in his. he leaned over her, brought his face down to hers, and gently kissed her lips. fuko stared, lowering her arms to her side. a weird feeling bubbled up in her gut. it felt like a pang of jealousy. she wanted to be a part of it. andy pulled away from gina, and rested a hand on her cheek.
"don't be silly. even with the wrinkles, even with the age. that doesn't stop you from being beautiful." his comforting words soothed gina, and she let all her muscles relax. tears spilled onto her cheeks again.
"miss gina, if that's how we can give you the ultimate death, and put you at peace, i'll do it," fuko was nervous, but she feigned confidence for gina's sake. her hands were balled in fists, and her lips were trembling, but her eyebrows were scrunched in determination.
a pink hue spread through gina's cheeks.
"you're a very beautiful person, lucky," she whispered. "inside and out."
"sounds like there's a lot of chemistry between the two of ya! let's get this party started, shall we?" andy interjected with his usual toothy grin and boisterous voice. gina and fuko both looked at him shyly, as if waiting for instruction.
"oh right, you need help don't ya, fuko? you know, since you're a virgin?" andy laughed, as if teasing fuko for her lack of experience. she quickly punched him in the shoulder, squeaking in embarrassment.
"oh? little lucky's a virgin? well, i'm honored," gina snickered.
"i..." she started, avoiding eye contact, but couldn't find the words.
"so, andy," gina spoke, "what should fuko start with?"
he pondered for a moment. the silence was accompanied by the calm waves of the ocean, and the nearby sounds of nature as the sun began to set.
"fuko, you don't know what it's like to be with a man, let alone a woman, but you are a woman, so you should pleasure gina in a way that you as a woman would want to be pleasured," andy suggested. fuko listened intently, nodding.
"why don't you explore gina's body? become familiar with it. listen for her reactions. the sounds she makes or the way she moves will tell you how she likes it." he went on, his voice thick with confidence and wisdom, like he was an expert.
fuko bit her lip. "okay." as an avid shoujo manga reader, she knew a little bit, but not nearly enough for this situation. still, she decided to take what little bit of knowledge she had and rolled with it. with her gloved hand, she held gina's waist. the pink-haired negator looked up at her expectantly, smiling as if to encourage her.
earlier, during the fight, gina's white button-up had come undone, exposing her cleavage. fuko found her eyes drawn to it. gina's breasts were perky and round, smooth and rosy. without thinking, fuko removed her hand from gina's hip and peeled away the shirt, making sure gina's chest was fully revealed. her nipples were hard from the chill wind, or excitement, or both.
"that's right, fuko, keep going," andy gave some small encouragement. "feel those soft tits in your hand, give 'em a squeeze."
fuko gave gina's breast a light squeeze, and her breath hitched in her throat. her eyes were glimmering expectantly. she anxiously anticipated fuko's next move. fuko massaged gina's breast with one hand, and used the other for gina's other breast. she took gina's nipple between her fingers and pinched it. gina closed her eyes and a breathy moan escaped her lips.
fuko's eyes widened, and she took it as a sign to continue. with one hand on gina's breast, she took the other and lowered in down to gina's thigh. she stared down at gina's short skirt. she had nothing exposed. her legs were clothed with thigh-high stockings.
fuko would be lying if she said she'd never read yuri. she'd be lying if she said she never thought about what it would be like to be with a woman. so she did what andy said. she thought about how she'd like to be touched. where she would want to be touched.
shyly, and with a reddened face, she slipped her fingers under gina's skirt, stopping at the crease between her thigh and groin. gina blushed, turning her head away from fuko. her panties were light pink, thin and soft. fuko could feel gina's warmth radiating from her core. she looked back at andy, who was still watching intently, for encouragement.
"well don't keep her waiting," he smirked, eyes trailing down to fuko's hand, sticking out from under gina's skirt.
"miss gina, i'm going to touch you, okay?" fuko adjusted her hand just a little bit so her palm was cupping gina's cunt. she could feel gina getting wet. gina pursed her lips in anticipation, breathing in deeply. her chest heaved.
fuko began rubbing circles through her panties with two fingers, eliciting soft moans from her. fuko could feel her body getting hot. the act of touching another woman like this was turning her on.
"oh, lucky. don't stop," gina sighed, her moans encouraging fuko to keep touching her. with newfound confidence, she put more pressure on gina's clothed pussy, and rubbed faster. gina squirmed, spreading her legs to allow fuko and andy a view of her dripping cunt. her panties were darkened with her juices.
andy's eyes darkened at the sight. between fuko's adorable shyness and gina's plush thighs and sweet moans, he was finding himself getting hard. but he didn't act on it. he couldn't, not yet. instead, he kept watching with a smirk on his face as gina writhed under fuko's touch.
"lucky, dear, i need more," gina panted. her legs were shaking with desire. her hips bucked up into fuko's hand. her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up at fuko with pouty lips. fuko stopped just for a second, and gina whined, rubbing her legs together. with a bit of hesitation, she reached her gloved hand toward the waistband, and slowly slipped it under. she felt the two folds of gina's cunt, dipping her fingers between them. gina was smooth, shaven, but fuko wouldn't have minded either way.
she put pressure on gina's clit. gina was so wet that fuko could feel it through her gloves. she began moaning louder.
"oh, god, lucky, you're doing so well, you're making me feel so good." beads of sweat formed on gina's face, and her jaw was slacked open.
"lucky, i want your fingers inside of me," she begged, though she wouldn't admit it.
fuko swallowed her nervousness and was filled with the desire to bring gina to orgasm.
"do what she says, fuko. fuck her with her fingers," andy added. by now, he was shamelessly hard. and if the two women turned and looked, they would see how much he grew, his cock erect against his stomach. he wasn't phased at all by his lack of clothing. in fact, he wanted to see the girls' reactions to his hard-on.
he was lost in thought, recalling all the times he'd made fuko flustered by touching her, or when his dick was exposed (which was pretty much always).
fuko's fingers were pumping in and out of gina's cunt, while still pinching at her nipple. gina was so ready to finish, she felt herself nearing her climax, her stomach tightening, and her core was on fire. she was a wet, wailing mess, begging fuko to keep going.
"ah, i'm gonna cum, lucky, i'm gonna cum," she cried, gripping at the sand beneath her. her legs were already spread wide, but she spread them ever so wider as if fuko's fingers could reach any deeper inside her.
"please cum for me, miss gina," fuko blurted, and with a sudden rush of energy, she finger-fucked gina's cunt as fast as possible, reaching as deep inside as possible. gina's core tightened and burned on the inside, her thigh muscles contracted, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"ah!" she screamed, gushing all over fuko's hand. fuko stared in awe as the girl beneath her twitched and squirmed. andy's cock throbbed. his eyes bored into gina's wet, messy cunt. he smiled.
when gina recovered from her orgasm, chest heaving, muscles relaxing, andy spoke.
"well, gina, don't you think fuko deserves something in return for that? she did so well, didn't she?"
fuko's head whipped to look at andy, and she swallowed nervously. though, she was filled with excitement at the thought of gina making her a wet mess as she just did.
"oh yeah?" gina panted. her voice became calmer, and more nonchalant. like fuko didn't just have her screaming and cumming all over her fingers. "don't you think you should help me out, andy? you've been awfully quiet over there. this show ain't free, you know."
now fuko had two people's attention on her, and her gaze cowered away in shyness. though she couldn't say she wasn't excited to have them both doing things to her at once.
"alright, alright," andy conceded, leaning forward. he moved to fuko's side, spread his legs out, and picked her up.
"ah! andy, what are you-" before she could react, he set her onto his lap, where she could feel his erection poking her ass. she gasped, embarrassed at this vulnerable position. he leaned her so that her back was flush against his chest, and he forcefully spread her legs for gina to see. gina had sat up herself, smiling devilishly.
"ah, little lucky, let's see how pretty you are."
she reached out to fuko's waistband, but fuko grabbed her wrist.
"miss gina," she looked into gina's eyes with sincerity. "once you touch my bare skin, that's when the unluck will begin to charge up. just... make sure you're ready."
the devilish smirk became a soft grin.
"i am, lucky. and in exchange for you helping me achieve the ultimate death, i'm going to give you the best experience you'll ever have," she winked, then pulled on fuko's waistband. fuko's breath hitched in her throat as she felt icy fingers on her stomach. andy reached around and helped gina slip fuko's pants off, followed by her underwear.
"getting right to the point, i see," fuko laughed nervously, eagerly watching gina's move.
"what a pretty cunt you have, lucky. so cute, so pink... so wet."
gina's face inched closer to fuko's pussy, and for a second fuko wondered what she was about to do, until she stuck her tongue out and poked at her clit with it.
fuko gasped. gina leaned in and pressed her tongue flat against fuko's cunt, smiling into it.
"and you taste good, too," she leaned back to meet fuko's gaze, before licking her lips and diving back in. fuko's thighs and abs tensed as she felt a pleasure she'd never felt before. with her head leaned back against andy, she let herself moan loudly. gina prodded at her clit and hole with her tongue, swirling it around, before fucking her with it.
suddenly, fuko felt a pair of hands on her tits. andy slowly unbuttoned her white shirt, allowing her chest to be completely exposed. her back arched as gina's tongue was combined with andy's hands groping her breasts.
"andy..." she whined, her head finding the crook of his neck.
"feels good, doesn't it" he whispered back, pinching and pulling at her nipples, drawing out small squeals of surprise from fuko.
gina pulled her tongue back and replaced it with two fingers, pumping in and out of fuko's wet hole.
"deady-dearest, don't you think it's your turn to put in some work?" gina teased. she slowed down her fingers, leaving fuko whining for more.
andy smiled, "and what would that entail?" he was still groping fuko's chest.
"i want to get fucked," gina sighed, "with a giant cock."
fuko was getting close, listening to gina's vulgar requests.
"miss gina, please don't stop. i'm gonna..."
gina winked at andy, leaning over to cup his dick with her free hand.
"oh? go on, lucky. let it all out for us. it'll feel soo good," she cooed. fuko's back arched and she screamed.
"i'm gonna cum!"
"that's it fuko, good girl," andy pressed his lips to her neck, pushing her over the edge. her body shook with orgasm, and she whined.
"you did such a good job for us, lucky! but it's not over yet," gina giggled, pulling out her fingers. her other hand began stroking andy's hard cock. "i'm getting fucked on deady's huge cock."
fuko panted, nodding, and andy gently laid her in the sand. gina laid back, pulling up her skirt and slipping off her underwear. andy straddled her, lining his cock up with her entrance.
"andy, be quick. my unluck will be coming soon," fuko warned, watching andy slip inside of gina. somewhere miles away from the earth's atmosphere, a meteor was being slowly pulled into orbit. that didn't matter to andy or gina, whose eyes were trained on each other as andy began pumping in and out of her.
"oh, deady-dearest," gina whined. "just between you and me, i've totally imagined this moment."
"don't get jealous... ungh...now, fuko," gina teased, her words punctuated with moans. fuko looked up at the sky, which was burning orange as a meteorite blew threw the atmosphere. she looked back down at the gina and andy.
"i'm going to give you two some space. goodbye, miss gina," fuko smiled gently. with that, she turned her back on the two and walked away.
gina grabbed a fistful of sand. with trembling lips and tears streaming down her face, she knew her time was almost up. she cried out in both pleasure and remorse.
"andy, fuko, thank you, for doing this for me."
the earth was beginning to feel the heat of the meteorite, and andy picked up his thrusts, feeling his climax coming on. he let out a few grunts himself, just before spilling out inside of her.
everything was filled with a blinding white light, and when fuko returned, she saw two cracked and burnt hands resting on top of andy's back. he had regenerated by the time she got back, but gina...
"she's gone," andy didn't look back, but he knew she was standing behind him. "it took her out."
he laid there for a moment, in gina's embrace. there wasn't much left of her. fuko decided not to get closer out of respect. though she didn't know gina for long, she felt her heart swelled with grief and she dropped to her knees.
it was a few moments before andy stood up, and headed back to fuko. he looked at her grimly, at first, but then gave her a smile.
"come on, cheer up. she would want that."
"i'm... glad...we...at least... gave her..." fuko tried to speak, but choked on the words.
"we gave her the ultimate death," andy smiled.
the two sat on the shore until nightfall, searching for gina in the sky.
You: staring down at Bakugo’s exposed cock, tilted curiously, eyes gleaming with mischief “Can I…tie a bow around it?”
Bakugo: “HUH— THE FUCK KINDA QUESTION—?!”
His face explodes in crimson, ears burning so red you’d think he’s about to self-destruct. His abs flex as his fists clench by his sides, trying so hard to keep up his composure when his entire brain is malfunctioning. You watch him struggle to form words, the mighty explosive hero reduced to stuttering mess.
“I–I–WHAT THE HELL, DUMBASS—! WHY WOULD YOU—?!”
You pout, batting your lashes. “Please? Just once? I have this really pretty satin ribbon…”
He grits his teeth, turning his head away as steam practically emits from his hairline. The veins on his neck pop with how tense he is. But then he growls lowly, defeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
“…Fine. Fuckin’— do it quick before I change my mind.”
You squeal softly in excitement, quickly grabbing the pink ribbon you’d hidden behind your back. He watches between his fingers as he covers his face, peeking through them like a shy, flustered cat. When your warm fingers brush against his shaft to wrap the silky bow around it, he shudders— actually shudders— and chokes out a half-suppressed moan.
“D-don’t…don’t fuckin’ stare at me like that…!”
You tie a perfect little bow with a flourish, humming, admiring how adorable it looks against his flushed, twitching cock. The sight makes your stomach twist in hunger and affection at once. You giggle.
“It’s so cute, Katsu.”
“C-cute…?! Shut up…don’t call it…shit…!”
His voice cracks mid-sentence, making your grin widen. When you lean in and press a teasing kiss to the tip, right above the ribbon—
He lets out a desperate, ragged whimper that sounds suspiciously close to a please.
The Lead: You take a little memory trip down all of your firsts with Iwaizumi Hajime (27), athletic trainer.
Primary Source: Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader
Classification: Romance, Pure fluff, Pinch of angst (like really, really tiny)
Content Advisory: Bad Grammar, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer, ONE SEXUAL JOKE THROWN IN THERE BUT LIKE PLEASE DON'T CANCEL ME I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT
Coverage: 5.4k
Editorial Footnotes: the way that I drool for this man (WHO SAID THAT :0) lowk just rushed the end forgive me huhuhu
First Meet
Iwaizumi is a known, die-hard Godzilla stan.
A huge one. So, he makes it his lifelong mission to collect all the DVDs of the franchise. But when there’s only one more left in the action section, and you’re both reaching for it, he takes a step back.
And all a sudden, he’s hit with an unfamiliar bout of bashfulness, deep flush creeping down his neck, when your eyes meet and you shyly hand him the DVD. You tuck your hair back behind your ear and smile so warmly that his heart stops.
“Er—sorry, you can have it.” You quietly mumble, bouncing on the balls of your feet. His throat is all dry and scratchy, and he wonders for a good second if he’s dreaming, but he quickly snaps out of it when your eyes squint awkwardly.
“No, that’s alright. I... uhm, I can run to the next store to get it.” He breathes out, and he quietly curses himself at the way that he stumbles over his words.
“Everywhere else is sold out. This is the last place that has it...”
“Oh.”
You nudge the box against his hands, stepping a little closer. He can’t breathe—he’s in complete awe. “I don’t mind, really. You can have it, I insist.”
“I...” Something pops up in his head, risky—insane. Yet before he could stop himself, he blurts it out.
“I could get your number. That way, we can switch after you're done.” He pauses in embarrassment, and he gets this urge to just walk away and jump off the nearest building. “If you would like...”
Fuck. Holy fuck.
Your lip's part, and when he thinks that everything goes wrong—that you’re about to call him a weirdo, you giggle softly. “That’s an amazing idea, actually. I would love to.”
“Okay. Cool. Er—then let me pay for it.”
And so, Iwaizumi Hajime, with a great deal of happiness, walks out of the store in delight. With his wallet holding less money than it contained before, and your number in his phone.
Very cool.
First Date
Iwaizumi’s first date with you happens after late-night raves about the franchise, and a little meet-up to exchange the DVD. He ends up giving it back for you to keep, even after your insistence that he paid for it.
And then that’s when he realizes that you’re just too good for him to lose. That you were a sign. Maybe he should take a little page from Oikawa’s book and... just ask you on a date. Simply.
His face reflects shock at your immediate acceptance, giddy at that. But how could you ever say no to someone like him?
Especially when he dresses a little more than casual and shows up at your place with purple flowers and chocolates, looking handsome as ever on your doorstep. You melt under his gaze and his stuttering compliments.
“You look really gorgeous...” He mumbles, taking your hand gently as you walk down your porch steps.
The date is filled with ice cream, laughter, and a shared bond for action movies. And two beating hearts that sync beautifully, when you end off the date with a chaste kiss on his cheeks, up on your tiptoes.
Iwaizumi walks all the way home that night with his fingers brushing his skin and an exploding smile that he couldn’t hold back.
First Kiss
Iwaizumi is hoping to pop the question to you: Would you like to be my girlfriend? It’s been a few dates of hanging out already, and he’s getting a little impatient. He’s nervous—you can tell, but you just clutch his fingers tighter, warmer, and sigh against his arms. You hope that he gets the message.
He doesn’t. Rather, he gets more choked up because he really doesn’t want to mess this up. God, he really, really, really likes you, and you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, but he figures that he doesn’t know what to do with himself if you say no.
Overthinker—but he can’t help it. He can’t help it with you.
So, you do what you must do.
When he drops you home that night, you hold onto his biceps and carefully place your palm against his cheek. His fingers come to wrap you around your waist, digging in firmly.
Shit.
“Iwa...I–can I kiss you?” You choke. His ears warm horribly, but he nods, and before you can close the distance, he’s dipping you down into a kiss. It’s soft, gentle, and a little clumsy,y but it’s loving.
When you pull apart for air, he mumbles against your lips. “Hajime...”
“Sorry?”
He pecks the side of your lips, “Call me Hajime. Please.” He then tucks your hair and brushes his calloused fingers against your cheeks. You ooze with so many feelings.
And he asks you, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
First I Love You
December rolls in, and everything has frozen over. It’s cold and really chill, and so when Hajime walks out, stacked in winter coats, he’s a little surprised and rather worried to see you waiting patiently outside his school.
Hajime, as quickly as possible, bids bye to his fellow teammates, brushing off their teasing before jogging up to you. “(Y/n), what are you doing out here? It’s really freaking cold—”
“You told me that your parents weren’t home, right? I made you a warm bento to eat after practice because I knew that you were going to be hungry and tired.” You shrug, watching his frozen reaction amusedly.
He snaps out of it with a growing heartbeat and an immense sweep of butterflies when you wrap your arm around his, tugging him along. Hajime looks down at you, mouth parted, unable to get any of his words out.
“I uh...” He croaks, turning into a mess when you just giggle and snuggle yourself closer to him. Running your palms down his arm, you frown at his cold hands.
“Gosh, you’re so cold too...” You say out loud. And you take his hand in yours and pull it into the pockets of your coat, smiling proudly. “There! That way we can both still hold hands and you don’t have to be co—”
“I love you.”
“Huh?”
Snapping your head towards the boy, your eyes widen in sync with his. He seemed to realize what he had just blurted out. God, he really needs to work on thinking before he says anything.
“Shit, I’m so so—”
“I love you too, Hajime...” You mumble. Your lips are pursed in a way that makes you look so cute, and his heart practically fails on him. But he thinks that he likes this new flustered look on you...you’re not even meeting his eyes!
“You know you don’t have to say it, just because I did.” He laughs, chuckling harder at the way that you panickily deny it. “No! Really! I said it because I’ve been wanting to say it. I just...didn’t know when.”
He sighs and just pulls you in closer into him.
“Yeah?” He grins, his heart full.
You beam back at him. “Yeah.”
First Fight
“What do you mean you’re leaving for California...I—when was this even planned?!”
You’re gasping on the phone, curled up on your bed. When Hajime called you late at night, you thought you were going to receive one of his sweet rambles about his day. About how annoying Oikawa was and how stressful finals were going to be.
Not...whatever this was.
He sighs almost mockingly, and anger flares up in you. You’re trying really hard not to cut the call in his face, so you put it on speaker and nudge it away from you. “For a while.”
“And you didn’t think of telling me earlier?!”
Hajime’s brows furrow, “I’m telling you now, aren’t I? How does it matter if I tell you then?!” You scoff, brushing your hair back angrily.
“How does it matter? I—Hajime, do you know how hard long-distance is going to be? The time difference...fuck.”
He fires back, spitting into the receiver. You can hear him shuffling around, “So you’re telling me that I shouldn’t just go?! Is that what—”
“Don’t put fucking words in my mouth, Hajime.” You pause, and he aches a little. “I... just wish you had told me earlier. So, I dunno...could’ve prepared? Were you thinking of this when you first asked me out?”
He wants to lie and say no, but his gut just drops to his stomach. “Yes. You know that it’s been my dream to study Sports medicine—”
“Yeah. I know. I just didn’t know you were going to study it across the whole world. You—” Your voice breaks desperately, breath hitching in your throat, “You told me that you were going to go to Miyagi University and now you’re just...”
Hajime’s heart breaks, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to do.
“You know what. I think I’m just going to cut the call before we say something that we’ll both regret. I’ll talk to you later, Iwa...”
Beep.
First Anniversary
Hajime isn’t very fond of plane rides. He doesn’t like how he’s surrounded by strangers or the food that they offer. Or how his ears pop painfully.
But the thought of you makes it easier. Way easier.
Sixteen and a half hours later, he finds himself in Sendai, just thirty minutes away from your apartment.
And he makes Mattsun (who begrudgingly came to pick him up with a promise of treating him out to BBQ) stop by your favorite florist and pick up a bouquet of red roses, which luckily for him, next door housed your favorite bakery.
He knows he’s going to need it, especially from the scolding he’s going to receive for not replying to your texts for the last almost twenty hours. Mattsun laughs at his pale face when he checks the time and sees that it’s an hour until midnight.
An hour until your one-year anniversary is over.
Cursing his delayed flight, he asks his friend if he can go a little faster. His response consists of annoyance, but he complies, pressing on the gas pedal a little longer than before. Hajime thanks him and leans back into his seat, making sure that his little gifts don’t get squished.
Fuck he was so screwed.
Time seems to slow down, but the clock still ticks on, and he swears that he sees the same houses every few blocks, but as soon as he sees the familiar building complex, he practically jumps out of the car before Mattsun has time to even stop the vehicle.
He throws a few bucks into his face for compensation, and he’s darting up the stairs, brushing down his hair. There’s this tingly sensation that shoots up his body, and he fears that he’s going to puke.
11: 47
Hajime stands on your porch. His hand hovers over the bell. And he sighs. It’s been so long since he’d seen you face to face, he wonders how you were going to react. He looks at his phone, the last message you sent to him.
And then he rings the doorbell. And waits, hands gripping the flowers and the small bag with your strawberry cake in it. He waits. Waits. For a second. A moment.
He first hears the creaking of the locks being unlocked, and the light from your apartment being filtered outside. Then he sees you, looking like an angel with the bright lights behind you.
Your lips drop. “...Hajime?”
“Surprise. Sorry, I’m late.” He grins. “Happy anniversary.”
And he’s able to get the last word out before you’re on him, legs wrapped around his waist, and you're holding him in your soft hands. He misses your touch, and he realizes it dramatically, seeking your warmth.
You're blubbering something—something through your tears, something about how you thought that he forgot and that you were so, so angry at him. But he just shuts up with a kiss, trying not to let his own tears peak through.
And then you breathe, hovering just over his lips, “Let’s go inside, Hajime. I missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too. So much.” He then takes you into his arms, your head in the crook of his shoulders, and you kiss just behind his, as he holds you against him tightly. As if you were going to leave.
And then he shuts the door behind you two.
First Place Together
You’re utterly exhausted. Hajime is utterly exhausted. And you’re both lying on the floor of your new, small, dingy, broken-down apartment.
Which is utterly yours. Yours as in you and Hajime.
Your fingers pad against the wooden tile, and you smile, wondering about the future memories that you two are going to make.
Your head leans against your boyfriend’s shoulder as he pulls you into his lap. You both were sitting on the floor due to the lack of furniture—the moving van was just a bit behind schedule, but you didn’t mind.
You’d rather wanted to enjoy this sliver of admiration. Where the walls are empty and the kitchen is clean and sparkly, only to be filled with dirty dishes and quiet moments of pure yearning.
Sighing, you squeeze his biceps and point at the wall in front of you, “We should put our TV right there, and that picture of us should go on that table that we ordered, which will be next to our couches over there.”
You start pointing around the whole house, envisioning an image that you’ve been thinking about for months.
A vision when he first shyly proposed to move in with him in a new place. You found how funny it was when he got flustered when it was obvious what your answer was going to be.
Hajime chuckles deeply at your rambles and places a chaste kiss on your forehead, sweet and lingering when he pulls away. He then cups your cheeks and squeezes them, laughing even more when you furrow your brows and whine.
“Alright, sweetheart, whatever you say...you have good taste, so I trust you.” He nuzzles into you even more, tighter, but you don’t say a word, relishing lovingly at the way that he clings onto you.
Though he does have a tendency to refuse that claim later on.
“Hah. Are you just saying that because I’m dating you?”
Hajime gives you a coy smile, one that is full of jovial mirth, “No idea what you mean.”
Scoffing, you smack him on the head, and he grumbles. “Ouch, that hurts.”
“Meh. That’s what you get for leaving me for California...anyways, do you think our neighbors would be like really, really friendly? Or like really, really scary, like they hide dead bodies in their freezer?”
“Uhm. I mean, I hope they would be friendly. Or otherwise, they would’ve shoved us in their freezer from how thin our walls are.” He grins, obviously proud of his little innuendo.
You don’t like that, so you hit him harder than before, and he doubles over in pain.
Last Proposal
Hajime doesn’t recall being this nervous ever. Not when he first asked you out or the time he got lost in America and wasn’t able to speak English properly. But as he strolls on the beach, with the setting sun...he can’t breathe. Literally, he’s taking shallow breaths as his feet press into the soft sand.
And that’s partially because of the ring tucked in his pocket and because you’re dressed to the nines, looking so, so beautiful. Yeah, he might as well just go into the ocean and drown himself.
But...but as he thinks harder, his fingers twitch against the box and a small memory pops up. About how he and Oikawa were at the jewelry shop for a whopping three hours because they were trying to decide which ring was going to be the best for you.
Half of the time, Oikawa kept nudging him towards the pricier ones with an evil grin on his face, and the other half was spent Iwaizumi practically having a minor breakdown with the sales clerk.
With a lot of arguing, vulgar nicknames, and rather too many hang-ups, one ring stood in its glory that made Hajime stop in his tracks and make Oikawa, the annoying chatterbox, shut his mouth with a gasp. And as his fingers brush over the glass protection, a serious voice blares out from his device.
“Iwa...if you don’t get that I’m actually going to come all the way from Argentina to where you are now and smack the shit out of you.”
Beep.
That was the last time that Hajime cut the call on him because he knew that the band staring back at him was the one. The one for you to wear for the rest of your life...with him.
With him.
At that, he snaps out of it, and his hold against your hand grows, intertwining your fingers with his properly. Rubbing his rough thumb against the back of your soft palm, he breathes in deeply. And you look at him, so pretty, so...his. So, his future wife and his lifelong supply of love.
There wasn’t this sudden realization of the thought of spending the rest of his life with you. Of becoming your husband. He guesses that he’d already known that, though—maybe even from the first day that you two met.
Hajime isn’t one to believe in fate, but when it comes to you, there’s no doubt that you two weren’t made for each other.
“Hajime, is there something wrong?” You question his frozen pose. You poke at his dimple and place a soft kiss on his jawline. He squirms under your touch, but then his fingers cradle your face, and his chest is against yours,s and he’s placing butterfly kisses.
This was really it.
“(Y/n) I know I don’t say it often...But I really love you. So much. I... I can’t imagine where I would be without you. My number one supporter.”
He pauses, trying to catch his breath, and your voice is breathy when you speak, “Always. How can I not, Hajime?”
“How can you not...” He softly mimics, kissing your head. “And I really want you to be my number one supporter for the rest of my life. My love. So—”
Your eyes widen, and your hands fly to your lips as he sinks down onto one knee with an easy but adoring smile on his face. His hands pull out the box, and he snaps it open in front of you.
“Will you marry me?”
First Morning Married
The first rays of the sun have no effect on you and your sleeping husband, but later, when it hits 9:08 in the morning and the bright light is inescapable through your curtains, you are forced to wake up.
Rolling around in bed, you curl into your husband’s figure, his warm, strong hands on your waist, and his ring digging into your shirt.
It takes a second for you to realize that it wasn’t just a ring, but his wedding band. And your husband—
Your eyes fly open, and suddenly that weight of promises and forever love sits on your left ring finger. You can feel it thumping—your heart in your throat as you try to take in your surroundings and the pure pleasure and fondness that erupts within you.
You’re feeling jittery suddenly, and you decide to make it your husband’s problem too.
“Hajime...wake up.” You mumble in his ear. That earns you a groan, and he turns around, facing his back towards you. You sigh and try again, digging your newly done nails into his skin. “Hajime! Please! I have something really important to tell you!”
“Hmmm? What’s the time? Isn’t it too early for your shenanigans?”
You wrinkle your nose and huff. “First of all, it’s almost 9:30, so no, it isn’t late. Second, who the hell uses shenanigans? And third, Hajime just turn around and face me! I promise you, it’s really important!”
You think he’d gone back to sleep, but with a loud murmur, he turns right back around and cracks his eyes open a little.
A bit of drool stains the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks are flushed with sleep. But in your eyes, you can’t help but think that you’re the luckiest woman in the world.
“What’s so important that you had to wake me up?” He gruffs, stiff and alert. Only that act doesn’t last long because he softens when you hug him. “We’re married, Hajime. You’re my husband.” You giggle, and you put your ring finger out in the air.
When you look back at him, you think that you’re going to find him deadpanned at you, but you’re a little taken aback when his eyes scream nothing but adore, and his lips are melted into a love-sick grin.
He slowly turns and puts his own fingers in the air, against yours, pressing a longing kiss on your cheek that makes you turn red. He then cups your hand and brings your ring to his lips.
“Hmm, wonder how that happened.”
First Pregnancy Test
You find out that five minutes is a long time. It’s long enough that you’ve retraced the whole outline of the bathroom more than a dozen times and have bitten off all your nails down to their core.
And you’ve gagged over the toilet in rolling waves of nerves, so that was a plus. But as the seconds on your phone count down, you’re doused in more rounds of anxiousness. Your fingers press into your stomach, and you’re looking up at the ceiling and—
The phone buzzes off. And you’re feeling incredibly sick. Like horribly sick.
With quivering hands, you turn the pregnancy test over—there are two very visible pink lines. 2 lines meant that you were pregnant.
You freeze and look away. Then look back. And then away. You then pull up your phone, call your mom for confirmation, before reality crashes into you.
Both you and your mom and sobbing on the call, and you don’t even notice it until you hear your husband’s panicked footsteps thunder through the apartment.
“(Y/n)! Are you okay!” He yells. Hajime must’ve just come back from work, you note, wiping away your tears.
You’re able to cut the call and hide the test behind your back, forcing your smile to contort into one of despair when the door slams open and you’re met with your husband’s very pale face. His eyes meet yours on the floor, and he’s gasping,
“Are you...I heard crying! What happened? Are you okay? Have you been throwing up again? I told you to go to the doc—”
Another sob wrecks through you and immediately blames it on the hormones. A silly thought crosses your mind, ‘I can finally blame everything on my hormones!’ but you suppress the choked giggle down your throat as Hajime pulls you into an embrace.
“(Y/n)—”
“I’m pregnant.”
You feel him still, his breath going silent against your ear. “Sorry? W–what?” He strains, pulling back from you. His eyes stare deep into puffy ones, and you reach behind yourself to grab your surprise.
Taking his hands, you put the test in his fingers and cover it. At his shocked face, you grin wetly, and that’s all it takes for him to unwrap his hands to uncover the two lines.
“No fucking way.” His eyes whip up to yours, unadulterated joy flickering in them. “No way...oh my god. We’re going to have a baby!” His arms envelop you, and then they loosen, just a little before he sways you side to side.
You’re absolutely destroyed against his shoulder, snot dribbling down your nose and tears leaking nonstop from your eyes, but you’re as happy as you can be.
You can finally start your own family with the man you love.
And the thought of it makes you break out into a louder, hysterical cry while your husband makes you get up on your feet, already fussing.
First Birth
For someone so strong, whose occupation is being a physical trainer, Hajime thinks that his fingers are going to fracture. But he figures that it’s nothing against the pure torture that you’re going through. Three months of horrible nausea, followed by a sore back, and now this.
There are pearly tears that run down your cheeks, and you’re whimpering, and his heart just breaks. He really wishes that he could take this pain from you, but he can’t, so he resorts to squeezing back tighter and placing kisses on your trembling eyelids.
He whispers sweet words of comfort, which only get rapid, to the point you don’t think he’s speaking Japanese, when the nurses start yelling. You’re sweating really bad, and he wipes it away with the soft calluses of his hand, which you lean into, mouth mumbling at him nonsensically. It’s panicked, rushed, terrifying.
And Hajime can get one more kiss on your lips before the sound of crying stills the world.
“It’s a girl.” One of the nurses whispers. And Hajime, who has never actually cried in his life, breaks down into a happy, ugly sob, hands slapped over his eyes. A girl. His two girls.
A few hours later, when the Earth starts spinning again and all is peace and quiet. Hajime pulls his chair against your bed and ghosts a finger over your cheeks before it lingers on his daughter’s. You smile weakly, obviously exhausted, but your heart is so full that you can’t find it in yourself to care.
“She has your eyes and your lips. Look at the way that they curve here, mine don’t do that.” Your nail pads over your mouth before they reach out to his, which he willingly obliges, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, but she looks so much like you.” He pauses and watches the way that his daughter’s chest moves up and down, and with total fondness, Hajime adds, “I really hope she doesn’t get your stubborn personality, though.”
“Hey!” You weakly slap his chest, but you don’t show any signs of anger. Rather, your features are relaxed, and Hajime sees the way that your eyes blink, slowly each time.
“I have a feeling she’s going to be a daddy’s girl, though.” He swallows at your words, but he laughs at the way that your voice slurs.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up. When both of my pretty girls wake up.”
He then sniffles and breaks out into another round of hiccupping tears.
First Day of School
Your child, to everyone’s surprise, is excited to go to her first day of school. You definitely were not like that as a child and apparently to your husband’s mother, neither was Hajime.
You for sure weren’t complaining. Hajime swears he isn’t either, but you know he’s sulking late at night, watching over old baby videos of...his grown-up baby. You once, menacingly whispered to him that she was already 5 and that time was passing by so quickly—
You’ve never seen a man run so fast to his daughter’s room and coax her back into sleeping with you two again. He chastises you for spoiling her, but you wonder if he ever thinks about himself.
He definitely doesn’t right now, as he snaps pictures of his baby, dressed up in her endearing little uniform. She’s a cute as a button, tiny as one too, and you can’t help but sneak in a few small chomps of her chubby cheeks from time to time. Hajime was right, she looks exactly like you when you were her age.
So tiny and adorable. But she’s a little fiery, demanding demon. Like her father. Just like her father. Her puny hatred for her uncle is rather admirable, though, and it does get a laugh out of you when she looks at you and her dad for approval for insulting who she calls ‘kawa.
“Mama, what’s the time?” She chirps,s and you gasp, almost forgetting in the whole spiel. "It's almost time for us to walk to school!”
Hajime turns around and gives you a sad look, which quickly turns upside down when your baby asks him if he could give her a piggyback ride. He doesn’t even respond, getting on his knees and letting her get on his back, groaning when he rises back onto his feet.
He gives you a cold look when his hips pop and you start to laugh obnoxiously, scooping her abandoned Godzilla bag from the floor before taking Hajime’s outstretched hand.
It fit in yours just as perfectly as it did all those years ago. You kiss his knuckles, then his temple, before placing just one more smooch on your daughter’s cheeks. She giggles, and that’s all it takes for you guys to set off.
The walk there isn’t far, seven minutes max, but it takes almost twelve minutes as your baby stops at every crook and cranny possible, chewing your head off. And it didn’t help that Hajime was trying to prolong the duration, so he didn’t have to see her go to school.
And see her grow up so beautifully in front of his eyes.
That’s what really hurts, he supposes. He starts to feel bad for his own parents as his son now has his own family.
That thought unfortunately snowballs into his daughter having her own husband and kids in the future, and now he’s slowly smothering her with his chest, unable to let her go.
You sigh. And then pinch his arm, and he dejectedly places her back on the ground. Only to crouch down in front of her, pulling you along with him.
“We’re here. Are you excited?” You whisper, coddling her as she wraps her arms around you two. Hajime smooths down her hair, but you think that’s just a distraction, so he doesn't burst into tears. He’s been rather emotional since the birth of your baby.
“Yeah!” She cheerfully says, but then a shadow casts on her face, and she deflates in your embrace. “I’m going to miss you. Will you guys miss me too?”
You and Hajime share a look, one filled with glimmering sadness and the other with amusement.
“Of course we will, princess.” Hajime coos. You nod, “Every second will be spent thinking of you. We’ll be right here waiting for you when school ends, okay? We'll even rewatch your favorite Godzilla movie.”
Her doe eyes twinkle, “Promise?” And she puts both of her pinkies out. Which you two comply with, without a hint of hesitation. Hajime pulls her into another hug, murmurs sweet words before letting her go.
You both watch her run off into the school gates, not sparing you two a glance before she’s out of sight.
“Oh my god, she’s all grown up, she didn’t even look at us.” Hajime mumbles. You chuckle, but your stomach is churning, and you already miss your little girl. “It’s going to be so quiet at home.” You sigh.
...
“You know what? Maybe I should go back and get her—”
“Absolutely not Iwaizumi.”
He snorts at that and slings his arms around your shoulder, turning you around to walk back home. Your steps are silent on the pavement, and it feels weird not hearing the small pattering right next to you.
“You know you can’t use my last name against me. It’s technically yours too.”
You laugh, but it simmers into one of melancholy. Your husband notices too, but he doesn’t say anything as you two walk on.
“We’ll be okay, right?” You whisper, voice cracking. You don’t know why you feel so weird, but you can’t help but swallow thickly. Looking up at your husband, you notice him already staring at you with an adoring grin on his face.
“Of course. As long as we have each other...we’ll be just fine.” He huffs. And then on a lighter note, he adds, “Who’s being emotional now? Hm?”
You roll your eyes and softly push him away.
“Don’t act like you weren’t—oh my god, Hajime!”
"What!"
Your brows shoot up, and you’re looking past him. Hajime’s face furrows before he spins around, wondering what the hell made you gasp.
It takes him a second because what he interprets as just across the street is a small street shop. And then he registers it as a DVD store. Wait.
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
The DVD store where he first met you. And when he looks closer, he spots a rather familiar box. Just one last copy left on the shelf.
synopsis -> men who aren't afraid of a little female anatomy. men who do their own damn research to be able to comfort and take care of their partners without whining about it. because i'm not one for romanticizing incompetence.
type -> drabble
fandoms -> haikyuu, seven deadly sins, undead unluck, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen, sally face, ouran high school host club
when you freak out after waking up in his bed, crimson stains adorning his once-pristine white sheets, he does not falter. he presses his lips to your head and fetches a new set from the closet. when you apologize profusely and offer to buy him new sheets, he laughs.
"what are you apologizing for? you think i can't afford a new pair of sheets?"
"you don't have a thing to worry about, as long as you're in my home, you're not lifting a finger."
when you fiddle around in his kitchen, cravings for sweets bubbling up in your stomach, he grabs your hand and places his phone in it. the screen has your favorite restaurant's online order form pulled up. you look up at him, frowning, as if silently asking 'are you sure?'
"what are you waiting for? get whatever you want."
when your uterus is twisting and turning itself inside out and you're in so much pain you can't even move, he spoons you, placing his warm hands on your belly. he massages your abdomen, the pressure slightly alleviating the pain. he pulls a packet of painkillers from his nightstand and hands you a glass of water.
"that's it, baby. you'll feel better soon." he rubs at your hips with his thumbs.
when your body can't agree on its internal temperature and you're burning up, he gently removes your clothes and places a wet cloth on your forehead.
when you're too tired to do anything but lay in bed and watch tv, he maintains the house. he washes your clothes, and does the dishes. he knows your favorite meal by heart, and brings it to you, then joins you in watching your show. he watches you eat with a smile on his face, an adoring gleam in his eye.
when hormones get the best of you and you find yourself crying for no reason, he takes your chin between his fingers and presses kisses to your tears.
"cry it out, if that's what you need. it's okay. i'm right here."
when your mood swings and you find yourself saying something you regret out of frustration, he shakes it off, laughing.
"i know you don't mean that."
when you apologize yet again because you feel like a burden, he looks at you like you grew another head.
"don't you dare apologize to anyone for something you can't control," he reminds you, caressing your cheeks.
when you ask him to buy you period products, whether it be pads, tampons, or cups, he always comes home with the right kind.
"easy peasy. it literally says thin and wingless on the box."
when your body aches, he pays equal attention to every part, massaging your thighs, back, shoulders, chest, and feet.
erm hiii!! so i can’t write to save my life but you can so i come to you with a very humble request 🧎♀️
could you like write about maybe a tooru x reader (saw hes your favorite ehe mine too i need one in my life where to purchase fr) who mentions in passing that her type is basketball players or smth stupid like that and he hears it and legit doesn’t talk to her for a week and then they make up at the end so it’s like just super fluffy
basically tooru being dramatic because that’s the way i like my men fr 🙏
“Not Your Type?!”
Oikawa x reader
╭─〔❨✧✧❩〕─╮
“So… what’s your type?” Your best friend asks you.
It’s lunch right now; you and your best friend are eating linch together in your classroom, sitting at the desks by the window.
“hm… I don’t know. I like athletic guys though- yk?”
Oikawa’s eyes lighten up. His back is facing toward you though.
“Probably a basketball player though.” You twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers as you let out some giggles. “It’s pretty hot, not gonna lie. And most of them are tall- I mean, there are short basketball players though. As long as I can make eye contact with them I’m good.”
Oikawa pouts from his spot.
Your friend nods approvingly, “oooh~~ great point. I see the vision-“
“Exactly!”
~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s the afternoon now. You get out of history; your last period and wait by the gates of the school. You’re supposed to meet up with Oikawa to walk home, as routine on Mondays, since that’s their day off.
You’re sipping your peach tea, waiting… It’s been 10 minutes?! Where is he?!?!
You take out your phone to text oikawa, pressing the keys
╭ ─┉──┉─ ╮
YOU
where r u???
borderline f slur
Hm?
YOU
It’s Monday.
Arent we supposed to walk home together?
borderline f slur
oh.
yeah sorry
my mom was told me to come home right after skl
YOU
oh ok
see you tomorrow then :)
╰ ─┉──┉─ ╯
The hell?! Did this hoe seriously leave you on read?! What did you even do?
You walk off campus, not thinking about much. Eh, maybe he’s busy? His mom did want him home earlier…
~~~~~~~~~~~
It gets even weirder.
Not only that, but Oikawa stopped saying ‘hi’ to you in the hallways, stopped walking with you, and even stopped reaching out.
Every time you wanted to talk to him, he brushed you off saying he had something to do.
He always made time for you before; but now? It’s like you don’t even exist.
Did I do something wrong? Is he getting tired of me?
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Hey-! Iwaizumi-kun,” You call out.
It’s Monday now; still no sign of Oikawa talking to you. You carry your bento in one hand to eat later.
Iwaizumi looks at you through his classroom door, “Hm? L/n-san? Why are you here?”
You’re somewhat acquainted with Iwaizumi. Definitely not as close as Oikawa, but you definitely enjoy bullying him with Iwaizumi.
You take a breath before continuing, “It’s… it’s Oikawa… he’s been ignoring me for the past week.”
Iwaizumi sighs, “Knowing him, it’s probably something petty. But you should talk to him.”
“You don’t know anything?”
Iwaizumi shakes his head, “No, I don’t. I don’t know what goes on in that idiot’s mind half of the time”
“True. I guess I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.” You step away from the classroom.
You spend a precious 10 minutes of your lunch period looking for Oikawa, looking for him all throughout campus. As soon as lunch ended, it seemed like he vanished into thin air!
You couldn’t find him in the gym, the courtyard, anything! Damn. I feel like one of his crazy fangirls… What am i gonna do? Confess my love? You blush at the thought. Sure, you did like him, even if he wasn’t your usual type… but shit like this is exhausting.
You finally find Oikawa in the basketball court, of all places. You can see him trying to shoot; but then missing. Horrendously. Wanting to observe more, you hide behind a nearby tree.
Oikawa continues practicing, trying to dribble and shoot. He even trips on his own feet.
Isn’t he a volleyball player?!
Deciding that you’re tired of this… whatever it was, you emerge from your hiding place from the tree and step forward.
“Oikawa?”
He visibly jolts when he sees you.
“Y-y/n?!?!” The stutter tells you everything you need to know.
You take a few steps forward once more.
“You’ve been avoiding me lately. Why?”
Oikawa grits his teeth. “None of your business”
“It kind of is. And you just confirmed it.”
He… pouts? “Tch. Do you even care?” Oikawa says in a slightly passive aggressive manner.
“Yes, I do! Were friends after all-“ You realize how angry you might’ve sounded and switch up your tone a bit, “I do care about you and value our friendship. If there’s something bothering you, then tell me please. Did I do something wrong? Ignoring me won’t solve the problem”
Oikawa is silent for a second. Then pouts again. “You don’t get it!”
“Then explain it to me-“ You reason. This bitch is being so hard to talk to for no reason!
“Hmph! Go talk to talk and hot basketball players then. They’d probably understand.”
You’re confused. “Hm? What do you mean-“ Oh. Your mind goes back days ago when you were talking to your friend.
“Yeah! Of course you don-“
You sigh. He really is pathetic. “Is this about me saying my type was basketball players?”
“…yes,” Oikawa looks a little childish.
“I… Oikawa- do you- like me?”
“…yes,” Oikawa’s pout doesn’t seem to lessen.
You sigh, “So you’re jealous?”
“A little…”
“Look, even though I said my type was basketball players, I still think you’re cute. Even though you might be a little pouty. And overdramatic sometimes.” Oikawa’s eyes light up. “I still like you even if you aren’t my usual type. And that doesn’t mean I like you any less”
Oikawa seems to be processing your words before smiling wider than you’ve ever seen before, “Wait- does y/n-chan think I’m cute?”
“A little. But please don’t ignore me if something’s wrong.”
Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Oikawa!” He buries his fave into your neck, and you can’t help but lift up your arm to caress the side of his face. “We’re at school-! What if someone sees!”
Oikawa reluctantly pulls away. “I couldn’t help myself-“ he sticks out his tongue, appearing cheeky.
“ok, ok.”
“Wait- you said you like me too-!”
“I did,” You reply.
“Wait so you’re like… madly in love with me now?”
“I wouldn’t call it that. But… ok. And for the record; you don’t have to change yourself just to try and be ‘my type’. I like you for you.”
Oikawa wastes no time, “So are you willing to be my girlfriend?”
“…yes, I am,” You smile slightly.
Before you can stop him, he pulls you into another hug.
“Oikawa!” You can’t lie… it is cute. He’s like a puppy, you think. You laugh a bit. “Let go before anyone sees. Especially your fangirls-“
Oikawa smirks, “Tch. Like I care”
“God- ok…. Let me eat first; I’m hungry. And i bought milk bread from the student store- your favorite.” You pull away from him as you both sit down under a tree.
~~~~~~~~~~~
You’re now sitting in your room, with Oikawa’s head in your lap. He’s looking up at you.
“So… you sure your type isn’t basketball players?”
You peer down at him with an exasperated look on your face, “yes-! Im sure-“ You stroke his head.
“mmh…” Oikawa leans into the touch, “Alright…”
A/n FOR MY HUZZ (😳😳😳 /p) @whoo0sh ENJOY THE FOOD AND EAT UP (the rest of yall eat too… i have plenty to share :p)
Why are there so many chatfics for jjk characters? Like just the other day I was trying to read geto fics but there were so many chatfics. I wouldn’t be as annoyed as much as I am right now if there were an equal amount of chatfics and actual fics but there isn’t and I’m so tried of seeing them. I wish we could block tags.
synopsis -> sebastian takes you on a ride (wink wink) out to a cliff overlooking zuzu city.
info -> nsfw!!, mdni, fem!reader, first time with sebastian, semi-public sex (no exhibitionism or voyeurism), v!fingering, unprotected sex.
w.c. -> 1.9k
"it's beautiful."
dark shapes swirled past you and a breeze tickled your arms as you and your boyfriend sped along the highway on his motorcycle. he didn't have an extra helmet, so while he remained unprotected, he had insisted that you wear his only one. behind him, you had your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing every so often as he made turns. eyes shut, a smile was glued to your lips as you cherished the proximity of your bodies, and the freedom of the joyride.
sebastian didn't tell you where he was taking you. it felt like forever, but in a good way, until he finally took an exit. shortly after, you felt the bike slow down, and come to a stop on a gravelly surface. sebastian hopped off first, then held out his hand for you to grab. the helmet's visor shielded your eyes from your surroundings, as it was already in the middle of the night.
as he helped you off the bike, he took the helmet and gently lifted it off your head, before setting it down on the seat. the first thing you saw were his boundless eyes gazing softly into yours. then, just past him, a symphony of glowing lights twinkled in the distance.
"careful, we are on a cliff," your lover reminds you, snaking an arm around your waist. he follows your gaze to the skyline of a bustling city with buildings that pierced the clouds. a deep forest separated the two of you from the glowing utopia, and a strange, sad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. "that's zuzu city," sebastian said. before long, his eyes were back on you. he'd seen the city from this spot hundreds of times, and now he wanted to know what you thought of it.
"it's kind of nostalgic," you remarked, thinking back to your life before living on a farm in a small town. the city lights seemed to beckon you, but at the same time, shunned you with their distance. it was lonely. "do you come here often?"
sebastian's gaze didn't move from your face as he recounted his very first memory of this special spot.
"back when i first bought this bike, i got into a fight with my mom about it. she didn't want me to own one, she thinks they're too dangerous. anyway, i needed to get away, so i got on and i drove and drove until i found this place. i sort of... fell in love with it, and i've been visiting it ever since."
somewhere during that monolog, you turned your head to notice he was no longer staring at you. a blush dusted his cheeks and he averted his eyes toward the ground. a smile tugged at your lips as you leaned closer to the raven-haired man. hesitantly, you reached up to touch his hair, taking a lock of it in your fingers. he then returned your gaze, and leaned his forehead against yours.
"you know, i've never brought anyone here. not even a girl..." admittedly, there weren't many girls in his life before you, but still. this was his special place, that no one knew about. he felt safe here. the city would always be there waiting for him, and the stars would always shine for him in the night.
"do you get what i'm trying to say?
...you're special."
your boyfriend didn't really give you time to respond, closing the gap between your faces and pressing his lips to yours. his were soft, and moving slowly but hungrily, and you returned the passion. two hands rested against your hips, guiding your body flush against his. your hands tangled up in his hair and settled on his back.
when the two of you had swollen lips and lost your breath, you pulled apart ever so slightly, and sebastian held your face in one palm.
"have i ever told you how cute you are?" he cooed, flashing a smile. you curled your fingers to tug on the fistful of his hair, relishing in his reaction. closed eyes, head tiled back, breath hitched in his throat. you took the opportunity to press a kiss to his jaw, before hiding your face in his neck.
"i really love you, you know that?" he mumbled, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from his face. you tried to suppress a nervous giggle, as you felt a growing bulge against your leg. it was your turn to blush now, as you held him even closer. his hands traveled down from your hips to your ass, grinding his clothed erection against you.
"baby, can i touch you? please..." he whimpered, massaging your plush ass. your stomach twisted as his hard-on rubbed up against your upper thigh.
"yes, touch me," you whispered, stepping back just a bit so he had access to the front of your body. one of his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, ghosting up your abdomen to your chest. you held your breath as it reached your breast, squeezing and massaging at your tit. the night air had made his fingers cold, and they seemed to shock your skin. a warm bubbly feeling rose up from your stomach to your chest as he thumbed your hardened nipple.
"mm," you whined at his touch. "touch me here."
to your boyfriend's surprise, you grabbed the free hand that remained on your ass, and brought it to your clothed cunt. his breath audibly stopped in his throat, and his lips fell open as he pressed his fingers against your warm pussy.
"please," you encouraged him with desperate eyes, and that was all he needed to start dragging his fingers up and down your folds. the friction drew out a small moan from your lips, and your eyelids fell shut. all of sebastian's blood rushed to his dick at the thought of touching you, and he ached to fuck you. so he wasted no time in reaching down your pants, finding your wet pussy and swirling his fingers against it.
even these touches ignited a fire in your stomach, drawing out a desire for more.
"come here," you breathed, guiding him down to the ground, where the two of you laid in the grass facing each other. you tangled your fingers in his hair once again as he dipped a finger inside you, testing the waters. a moan escaped your lips, encouraging him to push a second finger into you. he started to pump them in and out, slowly. your hot, wet core ached to be fucked, faster and harder. while he fingered you gently, you reached down to cup his bulge, and he gasped.
it was the first time either of you touched each other sexually, and it was in a soft bed of grass under the moonlight and thousands of twinkling stars. sebastian had admittedly been thinking about this for a long time, and now that it was finally happening, it was better than he imagined.
just that simple touch over his clothed dick brought him a burning pleasure, and he throbbed with desire as he bucked into your palm. consequently, he began to finger you faster, your cunt leaking out all over your underwear.
"can i take 'em off, dear?" your boyfriend breathed, fingers coming to a stop as he awaited your response. you whined and rubbed your legs at the sudden lack of pleasure, and nodded your head. with that, you lifted your hips and allowed him to slide both your pants and your undies off. you quickly realized the ground was cold, and held your hips up in the air.
"sebastian, i don't want to put my bare ass in the dirt," you deadpanned, and your lover wasted no time in coming up with a solution. you watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket and laid it beneath you, remaining in a black t-shirt. you eyed his biceps, and let your hips back down to the ground.
now that you were half naked, leaking pussy exposed, he moved on to taking his pants and boxers off. you gulped as his dick sprang free. it was thick, tip red and leaking. on instinct, you reached out to grab it. you took it into your hand and he winced at the cold, shuddering and moaning. with the tip of your thumb you caressed his head, rubbing circles around the most sensitive part of his dick.
his fingers returned to your gushing cunt, dragging them up and down between your folds. the two of you closed the space between you, sharing a kiss as you each felt each other up.
sebastian broke the kiss first, cradling your cheek in one hand and gazing into your eyes.
"y/n. can i fuck you?" his breath shook as he spoke, leaning down to kiss your jaw, then your neck.
hearing him whimper out those words twisted your gut, inspiring intense anticipation and desire. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so he's over you while you're on your back.
"please fuck me," you responded.
that was all the encouragement he needed to straddle you, hovering on top of you. your trained your eyes on his hand, which was pumping his dick, and lining it up to your entrance.
"so pretty," he smiled, before pushing his tip inside you. you whined at the stretch. it'd been a long time since you had someone inside you, and you already felt your abdomen tightening as your boyfriend bottomed out. his hips met yours, and he stopped once he was fully inside you, allowing you to adjust to his fat cock. you whined, wiggling your hips to feel some sort of movement.
"mm, fuck me, seb..." you pleaded, grinding up into him. he groaned, slowing pulling back to thrust back in, your cunt squelching and leaking with your juices and his pre-cum.
"i will, baby, i will," and he pumps into you back and forth slowly. your hands squeeze at his back and you whine his name into his ear. your walls squeezed his cock, and with every thrust you felt closer and closer to your high. the pit of your stomach twisted with pleasure, and you arched up into him.
"please, seb... please..." you moaned.
"cum for me darling, please?" he groaned, thrusting harder, fingers digging into your hips.
"mmm, i'm close."
writhing and wriggling under sebastian's hold, you felt yourself topple over the edge, gushing all over his dick while screaming his name. feeling you cream around his cock chased him to his own climax.
"love, where should i cum?" he whispered thoughtfully, never stopping his thrusts as he peppered kisses all over your face. you were still reeling from your orgasm when he tapped your hips, beckoning an answer.
"on my stomach." you lifted up your shirt, watching as he pulled out. his dick was dripping with your cum, throbbing. he pointed himself at your stomach, moaning as he reached his climax. thick ropes of cum spurted out onto your stomach. he twitched and groaned.
"thank you, baby," he sighed, collapsing next to you. now you held each other softly, listening to your heartbeats. with that, you nuzzle your neck into his and he pet your hair.
info -> g/n!reader, fluff, established relationships, meliodas is a weirdo
meliodas
"ooh, y/n, i didn't know you're into bondage~"
you roll your eyes as you tuck the sin of wrath further into his warm little cocoon, unable to take him seriously with his sniffles. his face is flushed with fever, and his eyes droopy, but his usual grin doesn't waver.
"how about you come here and keep me company?" he wiggles his eyebrows, and if he could move his arms he would pat the bed. with a soft smile, you clamber onto the mattress, scooting as close as possible to him. he closes his eyes and sighs as your hand cups his cheek and you nuzzle his face. you close your eyes as well, smiling into meliodas' neck.
but the sin can't bear to be next to you without touching you, and while your eyes are closed you feel him break out of his blanket prison and his warm, hard biceps wrap around you.
ban
"y/n what the hell is this" "get me out"
ban woke up from a feverish nap to find himself trapped in a blanket burrito on your shared bed. you stand over him with your hands on your hips, proud of yourself for pulling one over on him. he's not happy about it, and he's struggling a little, but when you press a kiss to his forehead he stops.
"you need to rest. i'm putting you on bedrest for the night. if you need anything, i'll get it for you."
he scowls and huffs, claiming he's fine, as you thought he would. so you break out the pouty face.
"please, ban, i want you to get better!" you bat your eyelashes at him, and he sighs.
"fine, come here then." you heed his command, climbing on the bed and pulling the covers over both of you. his head is the only thing he can move, so he leans it against yours.
diane
okay first of all, if you could even manage to find a blanket big enough to wrap her in, that's a feat on its own.
actually wrapping her in it, however, is a bigger one. even she is impressed.
"wha!? y/n, why am i stuck?"
when diane wakes up and sees you sitting on her chest with your legs crossed, she panics, realizing she can't move.
"diane," you speak firmly but kindly, "i'm putting you on bedrest. you're sick and you need to rest until you feel better. don't worry, i won't leave your side."
"aw, but i can't even hold you!" she pouts her lips, whining. your smile grows wider as you crawl up to her neck where the blanket ends, sliding between it and her body. now the two of you are wrapped up together.
"i told you i wouldn't leave your side," you reassure her, listening to her steadily beating heart. she giggles as your lips flutter across her neck and jaw.
escanor
"y/n, i don't mean to be ungrateful, but... why do i have to be all wrapped up like this?"
you dab at escanor's sweating forehead with a towel, gently removing his glasses and laying them on the bedside table.
"you're sick, and the only thing that will help you get better is rest. you spend too much time running the tavern, and your stress is catching up to you." you turn away to clean off his glasses, which had been catching sweat, but suddenly you hear cloth ripping.
when your eyes land on escanor again, he's in his muscular form. uh- oh.
you forgot to close the curtains, and the sun is shining through the window.
"y/n, i appreciate your efforts, but the sin of pride will not succumb to such a pathetic illness as the common cold. it's almost insulting that you think i would-"
"oh shut up," you silence his bellowing voice by slapping the cloth over his mouth. after making sure he sees you roll your eyes, you walk over to the window and close the curtain.
merlin
"now, i appreciate your concern, but you know i've already cured myself, right?"
right, because with the snap of her fingers she can cure herself of almost any ailment. i mean, she somehow evaded being turned to stone.
sadly, you were unable to pull one over on the sin of gluttony. your blanket of choice was tossed back onto the bed the two of you were standing next to, and you pout at the mage.
"i just want to take care of you for once, like you're always doing for me," you admit, meeting her eyes. they gleam with amusement and intrigue just as they always do, and she approaches you slowly. gingerly, she places a hand under your chin, looking down at you.
"darling, that is very admirable, and it was a nice try, but i'd never allow myself to be in a position that required me to rely on someone else."
you scoff at her teasing demeanor, playing off your disappointment. "i guess i'll have to do better next time."
gowther
"but y/n, i'm a doll. i don't get sick."
"just let me pamper you anyway," you roll your eyes with a smile, tucking the doll further into his blanket wrap. his eyes stare blankly into yours, but on the inside he feels something unfamiliar. a warm, soft feeling bubbles up inside his chest as your hands drift to his face, caressing his cheeks and brushing against his hair.
"but why..." he asks, but his voice trails off. part of him doesn't understand your desire to 'pamper' him, or why it feels so nice to be taken care of. and part of him really appreciates the way you lay in the bed next to him, gazing into his eyes like nothing else matters.
gowther doesn't notice his face betray him, lips curling up into a subtle smile.
