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to eden | chapter five

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Rin paints an easy smile onto her face as she turns away from Astarion and to where her dinner and hopefully a lovely bottle of red waits for her. She will find her way to Astarion tonight, she knows better than to pretend otherwise even if she’ll never admit it. The least she can afford herself is a little bit of alcohol to soothe her embarrassment at her willingness to be at his mercy.

Astarion calls out to her as she walks away, voice a low purr. “I’ll be waiting, dearest.”

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Astarion/F! Tav

𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: E

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 9.0k (i am so sorry)

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: beheading (off-screen but there is a vague description of this), fingering (f!receiving), orgasm denial/delay, breast worship, dirty talk, piv, (light) hair pulling, aftercare, soft dom Astarion baybeeeee

𝒶/𝓃: hi hi hi I'm back with the next chapter. sorry it took a little longer than usual but OH WELL it's here now. also it's worth noting the last half of this is pretty explicit smut 😮 so please be mindful of the warnings listed above ✨ thank you so much for reading, liking, reblogging etc; I appreciate every single one of you and you make my day 🥹

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The fires of the Grymforge lick at her skin as glowing embers dance through the air, carried on a too warm breeze that provides no relief to the sweat beading on her skin like drops of dew. Rin is almost certain that she’s so close to the Hells down here that she can smell brimstone amongst the metallic tinge of iron invading her senses as she sets her eyes straight ahead.

Nere’s head is surprisingly heavy where it dangles from her hand; his long, white hair gripped tight in between gloved fingers as his mouth hangs open, lips slack with death. Blood drips down onto the warmed stone beneath her boots with a steady sound, the drip drip drip a macabre beat she’s certain she could turn into song if she had some parchment and a quill handy to jot down the resounding notes of it.

Eyes up, eyes up, eyes up.

Rin looks resolutely forward, nausea curling deep in her stomach as the long knife she had used to behead him still in her right hand, handle painted deep red with the Drow’s blood.

Don’t look down.

“Does anyone have a bag? A cloth?” The smile that graces her face doesn’t reach her eyes, her pleasant tone discordant with the scene of carnage; all manner of Duergar, Ironhand, and well, Nere’s now-headless corpse spread around them. “I’d rather not drip my way back to the Myconids, if possible. Who knows what that would attract.”

Nere’s voice still echoes in her mind as if the tadpole doesn’t want her to forget the cold rage in his words and the power he thought he had commanded as he attempted to force her to cut down the Duergar.

Too bad for Nere she had already made her deal with them, however distasteful she finds their work practices (or lack thereof) to be.

Rin recognizes distantly that they all seem to be looking at her a little strangely—Karlach and Wyll trading a glance between them and even Astarion wearing an expression of something close to concern.

She should have let one of them do the dirty work. Astarion, Karlach, even Wyll would all have been better suited for this particular task—they were all far more versed in dealing with monsters like this.

It was one thing to bury her blade in the belly of an enemy; a cold, impersonal death that she could easily rationalize away.

But the act of her knife cutting through muscle, cartilage, bone—it was anything but impersonal.

And yet, she did it. And she would do it again, too; the realization of that growing heroism rising to life in her somehow more terrifying than the thought of her blade cutting through the gristle of a hundred more necks.

But even she, with her half-empty heart, knew without a doubt that the world was better off without the so-called ‘true souls’ like Nere inhabiting it.

Rin isn’t sure exactly who it is that comes forward to take the head from her, shoving it away into some sort of covering and hiding it from sight. Her fingers flex, free of the weight, as she resists the urge to wipe at the sweat that sits high on her forehead and runs down her temples, the thought of more of Nere’s blood on her worsening the nausea building in her stomach.

At least Elder Brithvar got his money and the Gnomes got their freedom.

And Rin got Nere’s head—or rather, Sovereign Spaw would be getting Nere’s head once she delivers it back through the belly of the Underdark.

Wins all around, it would seem.

She ignores the temptation to tear off her blood-caked gloves and toss them into the molten river flowing beside her, instead settling instead on giving a firm nod to the Gnomes behind her as they collect their kin around them, speaking in soft tones of their plans. Rin has a sneaking suspicion that this won’t be the last time they encounter the Ironhands, if the whispers and hard looks passed around to one another are any indication.

With a last, sweeping look around, she begins her steps across the rough-hewn stone towards the giant arching staircase, hoping to never have to set foot in the overbearing heat of the forge again.

The way back through the Underdark to the Myconid colony feels infinitely longer than it had before, even with the weight of Nere’s head no longer in her hands, now safely held instead by Karlach who was seemingly unbothered by the blood staining the cloth a deep, dark crimson.

They had taken the same rickety boat back across to the shore, its rotting planks creaking as it weaved its way through impossibly dark and depthless waters; the occasional bioluminescent fin breaking through the waves or the trail of something terrifyingly long slithering through the water next to them disturbing the surface of the water as they sailed, Rin’s skin crawling at thoughts of whatever things swam beneath them.

The entire party seems grateful when they step onto the stinking docks of the old village, the sand sticking to their boots as they climb step by step up the far from stable wooden walkways leading up the edge of the cliff face. Rin had never thought she would appreciate the chill of this nightmarish world, but after the rolling heat at the heart of the forge she now welcomes the coolness of that phantom breeze on her skin as she steps carefully over the half-broken boards below her feet.

“While I must admit you do make quite the vision covered in blood, darling,” Astarion comes up behind her on silent feet, appearing without her notice in that way of his he seems to take great enjoyment in as Rin starts at his presence, his movements ever graceful as one of his gloved hands comes to rest lightly on her elbow. “Why don’t you take a moment to drink this?”

Rin glances down at his free hand, taking notice of the small glass vial containing a familiar red liquid held in his open palm. Astarion wasn’t wrong, she had somehow managed to forget about healing herself in midst of it all—the small cuts on her face still stinging from the beads of sweat that had dripped down her temples and onto her cheeks, no doubt the trail of them cutting through the grime she can feel covering every inch of her exposed skin.

“I would have thought you wouldn’t be terribly picky as long as any blood was present.” She glances to Astarion as their feet fall into step next to one another as they finally crest the final steps, almost painfully aware of the hand barely touching her elbow.

“The sight is rather thrilling, I’ll grant you.” He raises his brows suggestively as Rin glances down at the bottle in his outstretched palm once more. “However, I would rather you be covered in only your blood, preferably as I partake of it.”

She reaches out and plucks the bottle from his hand, curling her fingers around the glass before Astarion can change his mind and hide it away once more in his pack. With the cork between two gloved fingers she pulls it free before pressing it to her lips, drinking down the red liquid in a quick gulp, a cooling sensation already spreading through her. “I’ll make sure that I manage to only get covered in my own blood next time we melee, then. To better suit you.”

“I shall look forward to the sight.”

They fall into a companionable silence as they walk beside one another, Rin’s eyes searching along the dark landscape as they tread towards the colony, phosphorescent mushrooms and blindingly blue crystals lining their path as their trek lingers on endlessly.

Had it been days? Weeks? Rin had lost track in the deep darkness of this world below, the sun so far above them not even the tiniest beam has a chance of making it down. There were so many colors down here, ones she had only ever dreamed of seeing. It was such an eerie, effervescent beauty, so easily masquerading as a dream when it was nothing but a nightmare with the creatures that wander this place.

She steps delicately over the bright pink pad of a mushroom, the sponginess soft against boots still caked with drying blood as they finally pass into the threshold of the colony, Myconids going about their business with graceful sways of motion.

The Underdark was nothing if not illuminating, quite literally, Rin thinks as she walks past the glowing mushrooms lining the way to where Spaw waits for them, its hazy light mixing with the warm glow of a nearby lantern, glowing little moths drawn in by its luminescence.

As Rin climbs the final mushroom up to the platform where Sovereign Spaw reigns, she feels nothing but excitement to be finally done with the Underdark and its cold, deadly beauty.

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Rin brushes out the final tangle from her damp hair as she sits cross-legged on her bedroll, sighing in satisfaction at finally being free of the feeling of the blood that had crusted on her skin.

The smell of what is presumably a stew—likely filled with a number of things Rin doesn’t want to think about—wafts along the air, her stomach rumbling in protest. She sets her brush back down upon her makeshift table next to a growing stack of folded papers, all filled with beautiful scrolling script despite the often brief and sardonic messages they contained.

She had sometimes taken to imagining what Astarion must look like when he would read her little messages, allowing her mind to wander in the few and far in between moments of precious alone time she had the privilege of.

He still never addresses her in his letters, always quick to the point with his words. But he still sends them, and that fact fills something inside her she has no plans to put a name to at the point of overflow with every response received.

Rin grabs her lyre resting against the side of the tent, the worn wood comforting in her hands as she flicking her fingers over the strings, plucking each one softly, the notes barely resonating into reality. The strings were still in tune much to her delight, though the flowers carved into the soft wood have seen better days, several now sporting gauges along the petals in thanks to their recent travels.

Instrument in hand she stands, stepping out into camp intent on heading straight to where dinner was so kindly being served. Rin inclines her head to Karlach where she sits by the fire, the tiefling raising the tankard of Dwarven Ale in her hand in response.

She’s barely taken three steps towards where Gale ladles something liquid (soup? stew? broth of a questionable meat?) into chipped bowls to be served with stale slices of sourdough when she notices his presence.

“Ah, there’s my little treat with her cheeks all flushed,” He croons at Rin, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as she stops walking, releasing a sigh as she sends her dinner a last look of longing. “I’ve been wondering where you were.”

She sends him a look out of the corner of her eye before turning to face him as she props an hand up on her hip. “Is that the best you’ve got for me today? Just ‘your little treat with flushed cheeks’? Come now, Astarion. I know you have better lines than that.”

“Oh, well, I was going to next ask if you would be joining me in my bed later tonight, but if it’s another you want I will gladly oblige.” A finger comes up to pose next to his lip as he thinks, mind digging through his presumably endless and tiring amount of pick-up lines. “All these accolades from the Tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips.”

Rin lets out a laugh at what was an utterly ridiculous sentence, the line doing nothing to assuage her to his bed. But she would certainly play along with this little game of his.

“Oh, Astarion. Such honeyed words, and yet they do not tempt me to taste.”

His eyes skate down from her face to the place between her legs, smile turning infinitely more sensual as they return to meet her own. “They’re not nearly half as sweet as when I last tasted you.”

“You’ll have to be more specific about which taste in particular you find the sweetest, darling.” She gives Astarion her best impression of him, lowering her pitch and elongating the word ‘darling’ as her smile widens at his overdramatic eye roll in response, breaking the look of seduction painted over his features.

“I can give you a more in-depth answer later, if you’d like.” He’s quick to bring the mask back up, replacing his annoyance with another alluring smile that has her brow rising.

Astarion doesn’t give her a chance to reply, already another one of those cursed lines leaving his lips, spouting something about her perfect body and the Gods that has her lip curling in distaste. It was some even worse than the last one he threw her way, a sigh breaking free as she shoots him a look of disbelief.

“I’m fairly certain the Gods had zero hand in making me, otherwise they did a poor job on a few things. Did these really work on Cazador’s targets? I refuse to believe it.”

Rin had never considered herself someone with terribly high standards, but perhaps she needed to reassess her opinion of herself if that many people were so obviously swayed by words that belonged in the likes of the cheap romance novellas sold in some of the less than reputable book sellers back in Baldur’s Gate.

“Well, they worked on you last time, didn’t they?”

Rin levels a finger at him as her eyes narrow.

“Firstly, I did not sleep with you just because you called me pretty.” She doesn’t need to mention that she did it because she had been having inappropriate dreams about him. Or that she still does. “I slept with you because I was…curious. Secondly—”

“You know what they say about curiosity, darling.” Astarion interrupts her, a dangerous smile spreading across his lips as the look in his eyes turns sly.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not the one who is like a cat then, isn’t it?”

“You seem to preen well enough under my hand when I pet you.” She somehow managed to play right into Astarion’s hands, his smile widening as he speaks.

“I did no such thing.” If she had a little less composure, she would be stamping her foot, settling instead for averting her eyes as she hmphs in his direction.

“Alright, alright,” Astarion waves her off with a roll of his eyes at her little display. “Just one more. How about if I said these little words…”

His face turns almost serious, lashes lowering and mouth turning soft as he prepares whatever he has next for her.

“I love you.”

Something in her chest stutters strangely, her eyes narrowing as Astarion stands in front of her, earning the role of the charlatan she knows him to be with this little performance, a perfect liar complete with a pretty package.

Rin doesn’t remember the last time someone told her they loved her, words she hadn’t dreamed of hearing from another’s lips since she was a naive girl, young and earnest and full of hope. She’s sure it had to have happened before but her memory draws an unfortunate blank as she tries to resurrect something—any inkling of a feeling—but nothing comes to mind.

However much the girl she had once been wanted to hear those three words, she doubts that Astarion will be the one to ever utter them to her, to speak them as kisses fall across the planes of her face, placed with the love and reverence and wonder.

Rin raises a brow as she dismisses the thought to the back of her mind to rest with her other, less than favorable vulnerabilities. “I thought you were a better liar than that. I do hope you’re enjoying yourself though, you certainly look like you’re having fun.”

“Decidedly. I like to think you and I have lots of fun together. It’s quite easy, with you. Especially compared to the rest of this lot we’ve seemed to throw ourselves in with.” Astarion gestures with a nod to their companions behind him, Rin peeking over his shoulder to glance at them where they go about their evening—or what constitutes as an evening when there is no sun or moon to mark the passage of time.

The words are surprisingly genuine and Rin feels the slightest hint of heat rise to her cheeks at the sentiment behind them. It was true that she may prefer Astarion’s companionship above the others—and not just because of their slightly more intimate relationship—but to know that it was perhaps returned was a dizzying thought.

Perhaps they were friends, after all.

“All of this to say that I was hoping, darling, that you would join me tonight for a little, shall we say—respite. Experience one another’s full portfolio of talents, if you will.”

Her cheeks heat at the mention of another night spent in his arms and at the mercy of his hands and lips and his—

“I might make my way to you. I guess we’ll just have to see where I end up tonight.” It’s a blatant lie, unbelievable to likely anyone within hearing range. Astarion certainly doesn’t look convinced by the words, a victorious smile already curling on those lovely lips of his.

Rin paints an easy smile onto her face as she turns away from Astarion and to where her dinner and hopefully a lovely bottle of red waits for her. She will find her way to Astarion tonight, she knows better than to pretend otherwise even if she’ll never admit it. The least she can afford herself is a little bit of alcohol to soothe her embarrassment at her willingness to be at his mercy.

Astarion calls out to her as she walks away, voice a low purr. “I’ll be waiting, dearest.”

She doesn’t look back to see where he stalks off to as she raises a hand to wave him off.

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The barest hint of excitement settles in Rin’s stomach as she pulls the tent flap to the side, peeking her head inside the darkened interior only to find Astarion in the exact opposite state of dress she expected, buckling on a chest plate of armor instead of taking it off.

He looks up at her arrival, eyes gleaming with mischief as he eyes Rin up and down in her thin blouse. “Ah, I had so hoped you would come by. Grab your sword, darling. We’re going out on a little adventure.”

She stands back upright, glancing from side to side to check that Astarion was, in fact, talking only to her and not to one of their other companions who had somehow managed to sneak up behind her.

“An adventure,” Rin tastes the words on her tongue as her eyes narrow in Astarion’s direction, that mischievous look of his highly suspicious. “You know, I do feel as though I’ve had enough of those recently.”

“Nonsense,” Astarion scoffs at her response, waving his hand in a trademark dismissive gesture as he finishes the final buckle of his armor, adjusting it once before securing a short sword to his back. “We are adventurers, are we not? What kind of bard says no to a potential tale for a ballad?”

Rin hazards a look around her and releases a breath with the realization that none of their companions seemed to be listening, or at least none obviously listening.

She hisses through her teeth as she keeps her voice low, careful not to be overheard. “Astarion. I am not going out there, into the wilds of the Underdark to have sex.”

It wasn’t that their companions didn’t know about their last little adventure together, it was quite the opposite—a fact Rin became painfully aware of as she had walked through camp the next morning—bite mark painfully obvious and messy hair a dead giveaway—and pretended to pay no mind to the furrow of Gale’s brow or the look of disapproval on Wyll’s face.

Karlach had the decency, at the very least, to give Rin a saucy wink as she made her way back to her tent, in which she only replied with a suggestive wiggle of her brow.

“You had no qualms about having sex in the wilderness, what’s the difference now? A few more scary monsters, perhaps?” The smile Astarion wears as he teases her is nothing short of infuriating, her fingers itching to find something to throw at him. “Where’s your sense of adventure? It would be terrible loss for all the poor little souls who need your help were you to suddenly lose it.”

“My sense of adventure is fine, thank you.” Rin glares at him as she settles for crossing her arms in front of her like a petulant child instead of pelting him with something. “And yes, well, last time there was pretty flowers and soft grass, not…deadly mushrooms everywhere you look and strange creatures that rise up out of the godsforsaken ground without warning.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid, sweet thing.” Astarion is far too amused with this line of questioning, evident by the tease in his words and the cunning smile he wears.

She wasn’t afraid so much as simply pragmatic about the potential risk of enjoying herself in what was very clearly a living hellscape. “I am nothing of the sort. I am simply cautious about being ambushed with my clothes off.”

He arches a brow, clearly unconvinced by her argument. “That could happen in camp too, you know.”

He was right, damn him. Rin sighs heavily and despite her lackluster protest, she can’t deny the terrifying feeling that swirls in her chest at the opportunity to get to be with Astarion—alone.

“Fine, but at the first sign of anything strange we head back.”

“You have my word, darling.” Astarion holds his hand up in mock salute and while his ‘promise’ does nothing to assuage her, the smile that breaks through on her face belays that fact. “I have missed you. And now you’re all mine. And I’m all yours, until morning at least. Let’s see where the night takes us.”

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Rin trudges through the Underdark once more, the light leather of her armor rubbing against the thin shirt she wears. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

Astarion looks somehow at complete ease, unbothered by the dark landscape surrounding them as he walks next to her.

“You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to have sex down here.”

“I can’t say I ever thought I would be in the Underdark, much less even considering having sex down here.” Rin sighs as she rolls her shoulders, her sword a comfort from its place on her back. “We need to be careful. One wrong move in the throes of passion and we’ll accidentally set off one of those explosive mushrooms. How would we ever be able to explain it to Withers? I don’t think I’d be able to look him in the eyes again.”

“Oh, I think Withers has seen his fair share over the years. I doubt there’s much we could do to shock that old mummy.”

He was probably right.

But still.

“Let’s just hope we don’t come across anything hungry looking for a snack, at the very least.” Rin sighs as they fall into silence once more, Astarion leading the way confidently as he navigates them to a place that apparently only he knows, her eyes unsuccessfully marking their location as they pass spore after spore after spore.

Finally a dark shape looms ahead of them, appearing seemingly out of nowhere in the mists until they’re practically in front of it. Several more steps forward and Rin suddenly recognizes their location, incredulousness striking through her as she continues to follow Astarion until she reaches a familiar set of darkened stone steps.

“The Arcane Tower. Really, Astarion?” Rin stops in her tracks to look at him as the building stands imposingly before them, all dark walls and strange metal pipes curling at the edges, the same peculiar mist ever present around the structure.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you have preferred a moldy mattress back at the Selunite Outpost or a dark, damp cave instead?” Astarion huffs as he turns to look at Rin, clearly put out by her complaints evidenced by the annoyance written across his face. “At least I chose somewhere with lighting.”

He gestures to the arcane lanterns dotting the uneven stone of the facade, the eerie blue light emanating from them adding nothing that Rin would ever consider ambiance to Astarion’s location of choice.

“I’ll admit the other options listed were much worse. But I still don’t see what was so offensive about a tent.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers, darling. And this is the best this little corner of the Underdark has to offer unless you want to trek our way over to Menzoberranzan and put ourselves at the mercy of the Drow. Although…maybe that’s not a terrible idea, honestly.”

“They’d have us tied up and in chains before we could even set foot inside.” Astarion’s eyes light up, another retort already forming on his lips likely about said chains. Rin is quick to cut him off with a look. “Lead the way, then.”

They walk up the front steps but not before Rin gives a final glance at the turrets still standing, eyes assessing that they were, in fact, deactivated—she had already taken one hit from its powerful beam some time earlier and was not eager for another.

It doesn’t take them long to make their way inside the tower and move down to the basement level, Astarion leading the way. Rin knows that while they did technically befriend the automatons (or however much one can befriend magically programmed beings) living several floors up, she can’t help but marvel at the lack of fear in his steps as he moves quietly across the floor, at ease in the dim light of the workshop around them.

He opens the door leading out to the back, holding it open as Rin passes under his arm to step into the small garden behind the tower. The space is just as they left it, though the small Sussur at the water’s edge lacks its bloom, long since donated to the likes of Omeluum back with the Myconids.

Rin gives the water bordering the garden a withering glare, desperately hoping nothing decides to drag itself onto the shoreline whilst they are in the middle of certain activities. She looks up to the top of the tower briefly before her gaze darts back to where Astarion had moved past her, now laying a blanket down on a soft patch of grass growing up in between the uneven pavers.

The uncanny glow of the Sussur tree emanates from behind Astarion as he removes his sheathed sword, setting it down on the ground near his feet. Numerous other little knives follow as the luminous glow reflects off both his pale skin and the blades he empties, not waiting for Rin to follow his lead as he makes himself comfortable, leaning back on his elbows.

“This is quite the place you’ve chosen, I hope you know.”

“I’ve had liaisons in far less savory places with far worse company,” Astarion shifts his gaze to Rin’s where she still stands several steps away. “I’m quite content with this, actually.”

“I guess by those standards I, too, have had my share of dubious encounters,” Rin walks over to where he reclines and lays her sword to rest by the pile of Astarion’s own, sitting down beside him with legs crossed as a glowing blue leaf floats slowly to the ground in front of them. “But certainly never this dangerous before, though. Usually just, you know, the odd alleyway or storage closet.”

“I think you like the danger.” His voice is back to the velvety cadence that haunts her when she tries to sleep, whispering the things the wants him to do to her in her most private imaginings. Astarion sits up and turns to face her, the look in his eyes luring her in.

“I may be coming around to it.” Rin wishes it were a lie as her eyes flick to his, the unknown feeling that has been slowly blooming in her chest giving a pulse as they grow nearer.

In a garden filled with arguably deadly things, he was by far the most dangerous thing here and she's powerless against that face of his as he pulls her own closer with a finger under her chin. The Sussur casts an uncanny glow down upon him, lining him in a luminous blue.

“I thought so.” Something like victory flashes across his claret eyes as he lowers his lips to Rin’s, the hand underneath her chin sweeping down to curl around the back of her neck as he pulls her closer.

She melts into the kiss, the world falling away around her as her focus narrows to the feeling of his lips against hers with a speed that should feel worrisome. And yet, Rin feels nothing but satisfaction spread through her as the beat in her chest quickens, the grip against her neck soft despite the urgency with which his mouth moves.

Astarion’s hands are quick find their way down her body, skating over her armor as he finds each and every buckle with ease, deftly unbuckling her armor bit by bit before letting it fall onto the blanket below them and sweeping it to the side with a brush of his arm, his lips never leaving hers.

The lack of weight is freeing, Rin sighing as she deepens the kiss, her tongue brushing against the coolness of Astarion’s lips in askance. He opens for her and her tongue darts in to taste him, brushing against his own.

Astarion’s hands caress down, remembering the curve of her waist and hips as they explore. He finds the hem of her shirt and slowly pulls it up her form, only breaking their kiss briefly, his lips retreating from Rin’s as he drags the thin spun cotton over her head before tossing it away with a flick of his wrist. They meet again not a moment later, Astarion capturing hers in a hard press as his hands find her waist once more, dragging her closer.

Rin follows the lead of the hands that pull as her waist, sliding over towards where Astarion fits her onto his lap. Her legs part all too readily on either side of his hips as she faces him, fingers sliding down the leather scales of his chest plate.

“I don’t think you need this on anymore.” Her fingers fumble at the buckles of his armor with none of the nimble grace of Astarion’s as she fights against leather and metal, his delight in her frustration obvious by the amused smile playing on his lips as she releases a noise of frustration when her fingers slip once more.

Astarion finally takes pity on her, his own hands coming up to join her own as he undoes the last of the buckles holding his armor on before quickly shucking it off to join the pile where hers sit in a jumble beside them.

“My, you’re eager tonight aren’t you?” Fingers dance up and down Rin’s spine, her chest pressing into the cloth of Astarion’s shirt as she rests her arms around his shoulders.

She ignores Astarion’s question, instead drawing her lips across his jaw as she presses kisses to his cool skin as her hands trail down his back before sliding her fingers underneath the soft material to run them along his lower back, careful to avoid the deep scars he had seemed so rightfully discontented about when she had seen them the last time.

Astarion seems to sink into the warmth of her hands on his skin, pulling her hips closer to his own as her lips work at the place where his pulse should thrum, the beat of it long silenced as her mouth runs over his throat. Rin can’t help the small gasp that slips out as hips connect, her covered center connecting with his as a pulse of heat works its way through her body.

“You know, I think I’d rather fancy you beneath me.” Astarion’s hand cups the back of her head, fingers sliding through the soft strands before he turns them, rolling them both. Rin finds herself lying on her back not a moment later, the hand behind her head slowly lowering her down onto the blanket as Astarion hovers over her between her spread legs.

“And I’d rather fancy you take this off.” Her fingers grip his shirt, lighting pulling at the fabric as she smirks up at him, untucking it slightly from his pants.

Astarion returns her look as he briefly sits up, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift movement before leaning back down, hands caressing her hips as he presses his bare chest against her own. “Is that the only thing you’d fancy?”

“There are a few more things that come to mind, now that I think of it.” The tips of her breasts press into his chest as Astarion lowers his head to kiss her, one of the hands on her hip sneaking around to the front of her pants to run just underneath her waistline.

Rin releases a breath onto his lips as that hand inches lower, fingertips running over the front of her underwear teasingly. Her hips jump into his hand as he moves slowly lower and lower, tension curling deep inside her with every brush towards where she wants him most.

“I think I know exactly what it is you’re thinking of.” He draws a teasing pattern over her the thin cotton gusset of her underwear, touch light as he runs them over the length of her, the growing dampness only spurring him on as he smirks at the evidence of her arousal.

Her hands fly down to grip at her pants, eager to free herself from them as she pushes them down her hips, underwear following as she quickly kicks them off of her legs with as much grace as she can manage pinned underneath Astarion as he watches on, amused.

“Ah, always in such a hurry,” A devious look takes over Astarion’s features that has her mouth opening in question, but as he runs his fingers through her newly exposed folds he chases any thought from her mind. “Why rush when you could savor?”

He collects her wetness as he moves to circle her clit, a cry breaking free of her lips at the touch as a flush rises across her cheeks and her legs widen further for him. Astarion lowers his mouth to her neck, licking up the line of her throat as he slides his fingers inside of her waiting cunt, her hips bucking as he sinks them deep.

“Ah…” Her eyes fall shut as his fingers begin to move, his lips laying a kiss on the ever present scar on her neck, the two twin points that she knows mark her as his first, at least in one sense of the word.

Another kiss lands on her collar bone as his fingers work her, easily building her pleasure up with an ease that she hates.

“You see, darling, I think you need to learn a little patience.” Astarion presses a kiss to the valley between her breasts, her back arching into him as he curls his fingers against that one spot, threatening to bring her over the edge. And as she is just about to fall into the building euphoria Astarion stops, his fingers stilling inside her as her orgasm fades, vanishing into nothing as she whines at the loss.

Rin’s eyes fly open, staring at him with disbelief as she tries to find the words for such a betrayal before settling on two distinct ones, spoken with indignity. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I most certainly did,” Astarion leans in close, lips hovering near her ear as his fingers sit unmoving, still seated inside her. “But don’t worry, we have all night for me to teach you.”

He was enjoying this, the bastard.

His lips move to press a kiss to Rin’s own, soothing the discontent etched in the curve or her brow and the ire in her gaze before running them down the column of her neck and towards her breasts, tongue flicking out to tease at a nipple as she writhes beneath him at the stimulation.

Astarion’s fingers begin to move once more, pressing in and out of her as he sucks and licks at her breast, drawing a moan from her lips as she watches where Astarion’s connect with her nipple, painting her skin with his mouth as he leaves a trail of wetness that glows blue in the strange, effervescent light of the garden.

Her hands come up unbidden, running through his soft curls as her back arches into his waiting mouth. Astarion hums into her skin as her fingers card through those silver locks and all it takes is a glance down her body for her to see the evidence of his pleasure, the outline of his hardening cock pressing against the pants he still wears.

With luck, he would let her help him out of them—preferably sooner rather than later.

His fingers feel euphoric as they move in tandem with his mouth, ratcheting her pleasure higher and higher as he plays her body as well as any bard their lyre, fingers flicking at the strings of her pleasure with ease.

Rin can’t help but think but that he was so unfairly good at this as her hips begin to ride his hand, chasing the high he had so cruelly denied her before in hopes of reaching her peak again as her back arches.

“Astarion,” she speaks his name on a breath, lashes fluttering closed as she holds his head to her breast as a familiar white hot heat begins to spread through her body, the coil of pleasure in her stomach tightening as it readies to break.

“Not so fast, my dear.” He releases her nipple from between his plush lips with an audible sound as his fingers once more slow, stranding Rin on the precipice of her orgasm as she whimperswhen they leave her entrance to instead rub at her folds, spreading her slickness once more.

The feeling is good but far from what she craves, certainly not nearly enough to push her back over the edge as the pleasure cools once more, still molten but not the descent into oblivion she so desires.

“Astarion, please.” The fingers that she has buried in his hair clench at the loss of the pleasure, her center aching with an unfulfillment that only he can remedy.

“I do quite like the sound of you begging so prettily for me.” Astarion rests his head on her breast as his eyes settle on her face and the desperation held there, fingers running up through the center of her, finding her clit at the apex.

Slick fingers twirl around the pearl in a slow circle, pressure light as a sigh of relief leaves Rin’s parted lips. Astarion’s eyes cut through hers as he speaks, a haze of lust clouding the dark crimson of them, lashes low. “Tell me what exactly it is that you want.”

“You know perfectly well.” Rin snaps despite the heady feeling settling along her limbs, but she knows all too well now that he won’t hesitate to rip it away when it pleases him. She knows she must look like a mess; wet and flushed and borderline desperate to find the release that he has deprived her of.

“Mm, you’re right. I do know what you want.” His fingers fill her again, thumb rubbing at her clit as she whines. “But I like hearing it come from your lips. You write me such lovely letters filled with pretty words. I want to hear them now.”

“No. I already begged you once and you denied me.” She says with as much pride as she can all laid out underneath him, naked and vulnerable and wanting with his fingers deep inside her.

“I so love the way you look when you’re getting angry.” He pulls his fingers from her, only to join them with a third and Rin’s breath catches, the stretch of them delicious as a low moan falls from her throat.

Her head bows back onto the blanket at the fullness, the slight burn not at all unwelcome as Astarion pumps his fingers slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She can hear the sound of her wetness as he moves, the pleasure beginning to border on too much as sensitivity soars along with the intensity of her desire aching to course its way through her body.

His head leaves her breast, lips moving over her skin once more as Astarion kisses a line down her stomach, fingers pressing in and out of her in time with the breathy moans from her lips as he leaves a trail of wetness along the front of her.

Rin widens her legs as he lowers himself in between her thighs, hips jumping as he presses kisses below her belly button and lower still as the hand not dedicated to her body anchors itself on her hip.

She feels his tongue touch her first at the place where his fingers fill her before licking a languid line up her folds to her clit, flicking around it.

“I must say, darling, you’ve been very good,” Astarion laps at her center, the pleasure of both his tongue and fingers euphoric as Rin’s fingers grip the blanket hard, tears beginning to mist her lashes at the overwhelming sensation of it all. “And good girls deserve a reward.”

“Please.” Astarion gives a long sigh against her wetness but blessedly doesn’t stop either his hands or his mouth, tip of his tongue ringing around her clit with precision.

“I suppose that will have to do. Won’t you come for me, darling?” He wraps his lips around her clit and sucks at the moment his fingers curl just right and she falls apart, heat rushing over her body as she cries out into the night.

Astarion works her through it, letting her hips buck as she rides the wave of her orgasm, lips and tongue working at her clit while his fingers continue their practiced motions as she writhes.

His lips retreat as she comes down, pillowing his head on her thigh as he watches her heaving chest, breathy little sighs leaving rosy lips. She raises a still shaking hand from beside her, unclenching her fingers from the blanket to run through his hair once more.

Rin’s head lolls to the side in contentment, his curls soft against her hands as she revels in the feeling of weightlessness settling along her limbs. “I still think I’m perfectly patient, you know.”

“I just gave you the best orgasm of your life and you still manage to find ways to talk back to me?” Astarion scoff is punctuated with a roll of his eyes, “Maybe you are beyond my teachings.”

“Bold of you to assume that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. That ego of yours has gotten out of hand.” She can’t really deny Astarion’s words as he was unfortunately not wrong—it was easily the best orgasm of her life, but he didn’t need to know that. She’d never hear the end of it were she to let that little piece of information slip.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve earned the right to have such an ego.” He catches her evasion as his mouth widens into a smirk against her thigh. Astarion glides up her body, mouth hovering over her skin as he goes until he reaches Rin’s lips, pressing a hard kiss onto the soft pink of her own.

Rin runs her hands down his exposed chest, feeling every indention of the lithe muscles until she reaches the waistband of the pants he still wears. Hips roll into her hand as her fingers trail further down to run over the outline of his cock where it presses against the fabric, his length hardening more with every brush of her fingers.

“Show me what else that ego is capable of, then.” Astarion frees himself of his pants in an easy motion, far more graceful than she had been as he sits up to drag them down his legs and off, his cock hard as Rin glances to where it bobs between his legs.

“On your knees, you minx.” Astarion’s hands brace themselves on her waist as Rin rolls herself over, this one a command she’s all too willing to do without complaint. Rin rises onto hands and knees, perfectly placed in front of him as if on display.

She can’t help the blush that stains her cheeks she looks back to see Astarion’s gaze wander over the expanse of her bare skin before settling on her exposed core raised into the air. No part of her is hidden away from him like this.

“Do you want to know what I would have done,” Astarion leans forward, pressing a kiss to her lower back as his hands caress her hips and he takes his place behind her. “Back in that little room at the Zhentarim hideout?”

“Yes.” Rin whispers into the air around them, yearning twisting her stomach as she feels her body heat at the words. His lips trail down over her soft flesh towards her waiting center, her arousal gleaming on her center in the light of the Sussur and she barely withholds a moan.

“There were so many ways I could have done it. It’s hard to choose, they’re all so delicious.”

Astarion lips reach her cunt, swiping his tongue through her folds lazily as her hips jump at the contact. Without warning he licks into her entrance, capturing her essence on his tongue before darting back out, savoring the flavor of her as she cries out.

He straightens, the taste of her still on his lips as he positions himself at her entrance, a hand stroking Rin’s hip as the head of his cock begins to press inside. “But the one I like the best is where I bent you over that little table and fucked you so hard you could barely walk out of there.”

Astarion watches as his cock sinks into her slowly, his hands gripping her hips tight as he sucks in a breath. Rin can feel every inch of him, everything seemingly so much more sensitive like this. With one last push of his hips Astarion bottoms out, his hips against her backside as they both moan at the contact.

“Do you think you could have been quiet while I fucked you? I’m not so sure you have it in you.” With a slow roll of his hips Astarion tests the feeling of her, his cock pulling out only to push back in with a sinful slowness until he’s once again filled her warmth, a sigh falling from his lips.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of. Besides, I thought you liked ‘the sound of your name cried from my lips’.” Rin moves her hips against his still form as she parrots his earlier words back to him, working herself up his cock before pressing back to take him fully before doing it again.

The hands on her hips tighten, gripping harder as he stills Rin’s hips. “Oh, believe me, I do. And I intend to hear it tonight.”

Astarion pulls out of her once more before thrusting back in faster—harder—as he takes control, Rin’s head snapping up at the intensity of it, a wanton moan slipping past her lips as he sets pace.

She lasts several hard thrusts on her hands below lowering herself to her elbows, the intensity drawing cries from her lips as he brushes against the deepest parts of her cunt, Astarion’s hands still on her hips as he drags her up and down his cock.

Only a few more after that she’s on her stomach, cheek pressed into the blanket underneath her as she moans his name just as he had wanted. He rubs against her front wall like this, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust in.

“Gods, yes, just like that,” Rin pants as his cock hits deep, eyes rolling back before her lashes shutter. She’s dizzy with pleasure, with him, as he fucks her the way he does in her dreams.

One of Astarion’s hands finds it’s way from her hip to her head, gathering her hair in his pale hand, strands of gold flowing through his fingers as he leans over her back, hips rolling endlessly into her own as his teeth nip at a pointed ear.

The hand in her hair tightens, pulling at the strands with a light tug. Rin moans at the slight sting on her scalp as she raises her head, more heat pooling as she straddles the line between pain and pleasure underneath him.

He cradles her head as he holds her by flowing waves of darkened wheat as his hips rock into hers. “Do you like this, darling?”

Rin’s past any point of caring for how she must look to him, how desperate and aching and wanting she must seem as she nods her head, lips falling open as breathy little moans escape. Astarion’s chest presses hard against the curve of her spine, the coolness of his skin a balm against the heat of her own as his hips roll into hers, that hand in her hair still cradling as his face lowers down next to hers.

“You feel so very good.” Astarion’s lips find her neck as he presses a kiss to her throat, the blood thrumming through her veins singing as he ghosts over her pulse.

“Drink,” Rin angles her neck to his mouth as her hips keep in time with his own, meeting his every thrust. “If you want to.”

“Always so generous.” Astarion moans into her neck before his fangs break through her fragile skin, the icy flash of pain only adding to the heat diffusing throughout the rest of her as he drinks.

His hips give a particularly hard thrust as he sucks at her neck, a ragged cry falling from her lips as his cock hits the deepest parts of her once more and rivulets of pomegranate-dark blood run down her overheated skin.

“You taste…” Astarion speaks in between sucking at the wound, hips unstopping. “Beyond comprehension. Every part of you.”

The hand not buried in her hair sneaks its way underneath her hips, fingers finding her clit as his mouth works at her neck and his hips continue their perfect rhythm, and Rin finds herself suddenly close to the edge once more and her climax within reach.

“Astarion…”

“Come on my cock.” Rin doesn’t know if its a demand, an order, or a want, but she will gladly oblige him as his hand strums at her clit from under her raised hips, her cunt tightening around his cock in a vice as she comes once more, writhing underneath him as he has her pinned.

All it takes is for Rin to constrict around him for him to come, Astarion burying his face into her neck as she spills himself inside of her, her blood coating his cheek as he moans his release into her wet, sticky skin.

Their hips slow as they come down, Astarion’s weight pressing into her as he pants into her neck, the hand in her hair finally loosening. Rin lowers her own to the blanket, heartbeat rabbit quick as she smiles dreamily, the blood loss addling her brain as she rests with a hazy sense of wonder.

The hand pinned underneath her hips escapes as Astarion licks the remaining blood still stuck to her neck, leaving a last kiss for rolling off her to land on his back with a contented, sated sigh.

Astarion glances over to where she still lays on her front, eyes cataloguing the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips bitten, drops of ruby red blood splattered over both warmed skin and mussed curls. “You look like an absolute mess, darling. Who would ever do such a thing to you?”

“Hm. I wonder who.” Rin forces her eyes open and manages a laugh at the blood coating his chin and neck.

Her eyes close once more as Astarion rummages through the small pack he had brought, the soft rustle of fabric and the clinking of something glass resonating through the quiet garden.

Rin starts when she feels the wet, chilly cloth run between her legs, gently wiping away they spend that slowly spills from her, her eyes flashing open to see Astarion folding the cloth to run it now against the bite mark on her neck, dabbing at the drying blood on her skin.

“See, no scary monsters managed to attack us and ruin the moment.” Rin ignores the obvious tut in his voice and smiles anyway as Astarion turns the cloth onto himself, wiping away the blood coating his chin.

Rin can’t help but think that something about this time feels so much different than their first—lighter somehow, despite the darkness that surrounds them. She sits up with a smile, stretching her arms above her head as she reaches for her shirt.

“Don’t speak too soon Astarion, we’re still naked. There’s still plenty of time for an ambush.”

#astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #astarion fic #astarion bg3 #astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #my writing

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killjoy-prince · 4 months

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I FINALLY GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!

#prince's talk tag #OK SO!! I preordered this on amiami along with the rin and len version #bur for the last few months theyve been on back order so the release date kept getting pushed back #and i was cool with waiting it wasnt a big deal #but yesterday i was at kino with my friend and talking to them when my eyes saw the side that had the luka pic #and my brain was like 'why does that look familiar'#AND THEN I REMEMBER AND GASPED OUT LOUD #my friend thought i saw someone i had seen in ages and was about to catch up with them but NOPE!!!!#they only had this one and the meiko and miku ones. the rin and len ones werent there #and i just started telling my friend that ive been waiting MONTHS for this and couldnt believe i was seeing it with my own eyes #kino did price them kinda high but i decided to get it bc idk how long theyre gonna be backordered on it #at least now i have one of them. i can wait on the rin and len one #ngl they're bigger than i thought. i was expecting like tiny figures but theyre a bit bigger than a nendo #yo im so convinced that they packaged luka and kaito together bc meiko and kaito are the popular duo and luka and miku are a popular duo #so by separating them they can get people to buy both #(no separating the kagamines tho)#BUT AS A KAILUKA SHIPPER THIS IS PERFECT FOR ME #i almost didnt want to take them out of the box but i wanna display them #i cant believe there exists a box that has them both like wow i really love it #im looking at them on my dresser rn and they make me sooooo happy #man i love them!! great buy on my part #i was gonna put this with my haul post imma make rn but i wanted one with just them bc. look at them!!!

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 4 months

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Being Their Pregnant Partner Featuring

Kita, Suna and Akaashi

Kita Shinsuke x Pregnant Reader; Suna Rintaro x Pregnant Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: fluff

AN: and again : D

Kita

The beautiful sight of his fields at sunset were nothing compared to your gorgeous, full figure walking towards him with a basket full of food. He stopped his work, gathering up his equipment before making his way to you at the edge of the field.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting dear,” he asked you, smirk across his face as you scowled back at him.

“Well, you’ve barred me from field work so I guess the only thing I can do now is make you food and laze about the house, which I might add, is boring!”

Kita knew you’d have a hard time with the end of your pregnancy and with getting the required rest the doctor had ordered for you. At first, he tried everything to get you to just take one nap a day to rest and relax. Eventually he gave up on his quest and let nature take its course. Now that you were 8 months, your body essentially forced you to take a break which you absolutely hated.

“Why don’t you work on your knitting? You always complain you never had time for that when you worked the rice fields with me,” Kita suggested as you sighed.

“Well now that I have time I don’t want to do that, I want to work!”

You’re pout drove Kita insane but he knew there was little he could do to help you at this point. You absolutely were not allowed to help him in the fields but maybe there was something else you could do.

“Hey what about helping with packaging? You know that’s something you can sit and do,” he declared, waiting your response.

“I guess,” you groaned, admitting defeat, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

Kita smiled, kissing your forehead and you both sat down to enjoy your food.

Suna

Suna couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. There you were, on the floor covered in paint as you tried to maneuver the piece of baby furniture you were painting.

“Hey Rin!” You spoke, face and hands completely covered in green paint as you continued to happily paint ground edges with great detail.

Suna wasn’t sure how you managed to be so careful with painting the dress or yet so messy with yourself

“Babe, I told you I’d help you tonight when I got home from practice,” Suna laughed, coming over to you to help you get off the floor in your extremely pregnant state.

He held out his hands as you gripped them, pulling yourself up and into his arms. You giggled as your painted body touched his and his EJP hoodie, making the colors now yellow, black, white and green.

“Good thing I got like 50 more of these in my closet,” he joked as you smiled

“You mean in my closet, I borrowed at least 10.”

Suna just chuckled, thinking how lucky he was to have such an amazing and wonderful partner.

Akaashi

“You’ve been working on that article all night babe, don’t you think it’s time you take a break?” You interrupted, bringing in a cup of tea and some late night snacks for your husband who had been working all day.

“It’s not an article love, it’s a letter your baby,” Akaashi answered as you stopped, eyes shifting to him as you set the tea down.

“A letter to the baby? May I ask what it’s about?”

Akaashi shrugged, “well it’s kind of about how you and I met and how our lives were before baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at your husbands thoughtful gesture. Akaashi noticed the tears, getting up and hugging you tightly as you sobbed in his arms.

“T-that’s got-got to be the cu-cutest thing I’ve e-ever heard Keiji,” you bellowed as Keiji just chuckled, consoling you, one hand on your back and one on your belly.

#tw: pregnancy #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x you #Kita shinsuke x pregnant reader #Suna Rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #Suna Rintaro x pregnant reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi keiji x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #haikyuu time skip

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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“I already have a girlfriend, so stop asking me.”

“Oh you do? Congratulations Itoshi! Who is it?”

“Who is it Rin?”

“Who’s the lucky girl Rin?”

A bother. Rin thought saying something like that would get those damn reporters off his back. Why do they care so much if he has a girlfriend or not? He doesn’t even want one. But somehow not having one is worse than having one.

It may be best just to continue with the charade. Maybe having an actual real person to be his girlfriend would make them stop asking stupid fucking questions.

“Her.” He points to someone, a pretty girl he’s seen quite a few times. He knows her as a journalist for the Blue Lock organization, but he never cared to learn her name.

Seemingly, Rin’s charade worked. The reporters left him alone after that, finally allowing him to exist in peace.

However, Rin was not prepared for the aftermath of articles being sent to him, a meeting with his coach where he was considerably reprimanded, and a barrage of texts and calls from more reporters trying to get the latest gossip on the most famous striker in the world’s new relationship with a hot older journalist.

So he finds himself in her office the next day, his head down as she too reprimands him for involving her in this in the first place.

“That being said, it would make my ex jealous.” She states, leaning back in her office chair as if she’s a principal scolding a student.

And then the charade deepened, drawing new fans to the soccer scene who were just dying to obsess over a player x journalist fantasy romance story. Suddenly Rin realized he had caused the exact opposite of what he wanted, and now he has more reporters on his ass than ever. Who would have guessed that having a relationship would be worse for him than not having a relationship?

“You have to at least look like you want to be around me. People are wondering if we got in a fight.” She crosses her arms over her chest, looking at a picture from a newly released article on the two of them. Rin stands at least 4 feet away from her, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his gaze directed toward the ground.

“I went out with you. That’s not enough?” Rin rolls his eyes.

“No! We have to also look like we’re in a relationship!” She raises her voice, but drops it again when she realizes she may have been too harsh. “Just, you know, hold my hand or something.”

The normally expressionless striker suddenly finds himself beat red with his eyes wide. “Y-yeah. I get it.”

His fake girlfriend stares him down, refusing to let the short display of emotion pass them by. “Rin, have you ever done anything with a girl at all?”

“No.” He answers honestly.

“Ah, I see.”

That’s when she realized she’ll be taking the lead on this “relationship”. She finds herself both planning and coaching Rin through their “dates” and other public appearances, doing her best to prepare him for any questions they may be asked.

Maybe she’s taking this too seriously, but now they’re too deep to suddenly back out. She just has to go with it, wait at least a few months until she can announce a “breakup”. Hopefully then, that’ll be the end of it.

“I just want to let you know, it’s looking like at some point someone will ask you to kiss me for the camera.” She says, drawing her conclusion after reading the latest scoop on the two of them.

“I’ll just say no.”

“You’d refuse to kiss the girl you’re in love with?”

Rin pauses. “Hmph.” He understands his predicament.

“I figured we could just practice here, you know, since you’ve never done it before. That way you’re prepared.” She finds her cheeks growing redder, trying not to let the bottled up feelings from the last couple weeks get to her at a time like this.

It’s the same for Rin, who looks to the floor, the ceiling, and anywhere else besides her pretty eyes. Kissing her may be all it takes for him to acknowledge that maybe this isn’t as fake as he thought.

“Yeah. I guess that’s fine.” He finally answers.

So she balls her fists together, forcing herself to be mature about a measly kiss. “Look at me.”

He looks up with his eyes, though doesn’t raise his head.

So she lifts his head with her finger, just enough to bring it at an angle where she can meet his lips. He’s much taller than her, after all.

“Okay, just, close your eyes.” She whispers, they’re close enough now where she can hear his heart thumping and every short breath that escapes his slightly parted mouth.

Rin obliges, handing control over to his fake girlfriend, leaving his hands resting at his sides. He doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.

And she kisses him, just a lingering, closed-mouth peck. Her lips are so soft and warm, much different than kissing her cheek like he’s been doing for pictures. Even though it’s short, Rin can feel her hot breaths against his face.

“That was pretty good. There’s not much to it.” She says quietly, finding herself unable to move her hand away from its position under his chin.

“Hm.” Rin responds, his gaze still focused on the floor.

“Do you need to try again?” She asks, wondering if his lack of expression is due to him just not getting it.

“No.” He answers flatly.

“Oh.” His answer confuses her. Did he not like it? “Why not?” She can’t help but ask.

“I feel like I won’t want to stop.”

Continued in Part 2.

#itoshi rin #blue lock #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #rin fluff #fake girlfriend #bllk rin #blue lock rin #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #Rin x reader fluff #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin one shot #bllk one shot

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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What would it be like for Reader if all of team 7 was yandere for them? Can be ninja or civilian, either way

Yandere Team 7

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic & non platonic yanderes, possessive tendencies, obsessive tendencies, slight degradation, future wife ideals, ass slapping, power play

Note: Just pretend that you’ve replaced Sakura.

Checkout my Master List here.

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The Leader: Kakashi Hatake

He’s going to be constantly keeping an eye on you.

You’ll be lucky if he even lets you fight during missions.

Anytime he thinks you’re putting yourself in the slightest bit of danger, you can expect to immediately be reprimanded. You barely know what’s going on half the time. You once got in trouble with him just for saving a dog who got caught in a strong current in the river. Man, did he give you a tongue lashing for that.

He treats you with kid gloves because he loves you and sees himself as more of your father-figure than your sensei.

He picks up treats for you and only you.

In his room, there’s the Team 7 photo of you, Naruto, Sasuke, and him in his room, there’s the one of his original team with Minato, Rin, and Obito, and then there’s a photo next to it of just the two of you. You’re making a silly face, and he has an arm slung around your shoulders. It’s cute, and it’s his favorite photo.

You told Kakashi it was your dream to be part of the Anbu, and he scoffed at you and literally said, “Over my dead body.”

The Mouth: Naruto Uzumaki

It wasn’t exactly hard for Naruto to fall for you. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

You actually treat him like he’s a person. You treat him with respect, and you don’t have any idea what that means to him.

He has pictures of you all over his apartment. Some of them are just the two of you, a lot of them are just you.

Naruto sees himself marrying you one day. He can’t wait for that day to come.

He’s always complimenting you. He gushes about how pretty, smart, and powerful you are.

He knows it’s your dream to be an Anbu member, and while he really doesn’t like how dangerous that sounds, he encourages you to follow your heart. (He can always just show up in case something goes wrong).

The Muscle: Sasuke Uchiha

It was very hard for Sasuke to fall for you.

You had to be very special for Sasuke to even regard you for longer than half a second.

You’re the type of girl who doesn’t fawn over him like he’s used to. You’re more focused on trying to climb the ranks as a ninja.

Sasuke slaps your ass when nobody is looking (especially Kakashi). Your ass was made for his hands.

“Did you just smack my ass, Sasuke?”

“Yeah, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”

And you do nothing because you can do nothing. 😭

Sasuke can’t see you becoming an Anbu member. It doesn’t matter how powerful you think you are. He doesn’t have to worry about you becoming an Anbu member because he can’t see them taking you on. You can barely hold up your own against him in training. You really think they’re gonna take you in?

He’s still condescending to you. He loves to tease you, likes to make himself feel above you. He puts you in your place and makes sure you stay there.

———

Now for the conflict. All of them are Yandere for you. Of course, Kakashi’s love for you is purely platonic. However, he doesn’t like how Naruto and Sasuke have the hots for you. You’re like his little girl, you are his little girl, and you’ll always be his little girl.

You feel conflicted, like you have to choose between Naruto and Sasuke.

Naruto and Sasuke are always trying to compete against each other for you, and it always leads to a physical brawl that Kakashi has to break up.

Nothing ever goes accordingly for you. All of your Anbu applications are always disappearing or being denied. This makes you really sad because you feel like your dream will never come true.

At the end of the day, at least you have your team to fall back on.

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suna-cerely-yours · 2 years

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MESSY ft. atsumu, osamu, rintaro

warnings: fem!reader, 18+, mdni, threesome, oral sex (f!recieving), dubious consent, implied nonconsensual filming

a/n: no, there will not be a part 2. i don’t know what happened here.

“c’mon, we have to raise the stakes a little, you take off an article of clothing for every question you get wrong!”

“i would totally be down for that,” suna leers from a nearby couch, craning his head to look over his laptop.

“atsumu, i asked you to quiz me on this, not to play strip poker.”

“yeah atsumu, don’t be a perv.”

“shut up ‘samu, i’m lookin’ out for her grades,” atsumu turns back to you, eyes widen in faux innocence. “unless you’re that unconfident and haven’t studied, then i guess i can understand why you wouldn’ wanna.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes at his thinly veiled attempt at riling you up. too bad it was actually working.

“fine, for every question i get wrong, i’ll take off an article of clothing,” you squint at atsumu, “ happy?”

“very, doll.”

“what happens if she runs out of clothing to take off?” suna chimes in, running his eyes over your sundress clad torso. “it’s only, what? three questions? dress, bra, and underwear.”

“two actually, i’m not wearing a bra rin.”

“damn, you must be really confident,” osamu stretches his arms above his head, peering to look up at the couch you and atsumu were situated on, “ but what happens if you run out?”

“ i won’t run out, but if i hypothetically do, then i guess atsumu can decide what to do.”

you run out of clothing.

two strategically difficult questions throw you for a loop, and now you have three sets of eyes boring on you, waiting for you to remove your dress- panties already discarded.

“god rin, at least pretend to do your work,” you throw the boy an exasperated glace as he shuts his laptop and leans forward, bracing himself on his knees, eyes trained on you. even osamu puts his pen down, resting his head on his palm.

gulping, you reach for the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head in one motion. you feel your nipples harden as you tuck your arm over them, trying to preserve some sense of modesty.

“well? go on, haven’t you ever seen tits before? ask the next question.”

atsumu clears his throat, and continues, his voice an octave deeper.

and immediately throws you for another loop.

"that isn't on the syllabus."

"sure is doll, look it's highlighted an' everythin'," atsumu states, putting the textbook down.

"now for your punishment-"

"hold up, what?"

"you did say atsumu could decide what to do if you run out of clothing to take off," suna chimes in again, oh so unhelpfully.

you look back at atsumu, who's looking at you with his head slightly tilted, like you were a problem he couldn't figure out.

your throat feels dry and a lick of warmth curls low in your stomach, pussy clenching as you unconsciously rub your thighs together once.

atsumu's eyes immediately zero in on that movement as a slow grin unfurls on his face, eyes lighting up.

"touch yourself."

"what? atsumu you're not-"

"touch yourself for us. let us watch you cum."

osamu and suna have their full attention on you, and you think you see suna pull out his phone.

pressing your lips together, you slowly let the hand covering your breasts drop, parting your thighs. placing a hand on your thigh, you slowly rub circles on the soft skin, exhaling as you drop your head to rest on the back of the couch.

“atsumu- i, i don’t know about this-”

“no? but your pretty pussy sure does,” he retorts, reaching over to spread your folds slightly, tapping his middle finger on your clit.

you react instantaneously, gasping as your thighs close around atsumu’s wrist, pressing his hand firmly against your core.

“don’t go all shy on us now princess,” osamu grins, gripping, spreading and situating himself in between your thighs, hooking your knees on his broad shoulders.

you feel a hand clasp around your throat, titling your head back even more, before that same hand slides up your throat, pushing two ringed fingers past your lips, forcing them to part.

“you look so cute stuffed with only two fingers, bet you’d look cuter stuffed with my cock,” suna coos from above you, other hand holding his phone.

you whine, sliding the hand on your thigh to your breast, pinching your nipple slightly.

“always knew you were a whore, babe.”

your muffled response breaks into a moan as atsumu’s fingers are replaced by osamu’s mouth, his tongue circling your clit.

suna’s fingers fuck your mouth as atsumu paws at your tits, guiding one of your hands to his bulge. you pull his cock out, doing your best to wrap your fingers around it, moaning when osamu slides a finger inside you, accompanied with his sloppy licking.

you’re close, so close, when the sudden opening of the door startles all of you, your eyes flying open as suna’s hand slides back down to your throat.

kita stares at the four of you impassively, eyebrows raised.

he stares a moment longer before directing his gaze at atsumu, “she likes it messy, make sure you don’t ruin the couch.”

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treasuringizu · 1 year

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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐲?"

⤷ atsumu x reader | mutual pining | 0.9k words |

“Atsumu!” You call out his name, hitting your fist against the door. “Are you here?”

It's a little late; the hallway is brightly lit, and you look up at the overhead lights, blinking and wondering if you shouldn’t have come here on such a whim. Thinking about it, you probably should have at least texted him you were coming — he might not even be here, but you were too much in a rush.

Sighing, you raise your fist again, “Atsu-”

The door flies open and your hand cuts through air instead of the solid surface. Standing there in the doorway is Atsumu, clad in a pair of black sweatpants and a loosely fitting black t-shirt to match. He’s holding onto the handle with one hand, the other resting against the side of the frame, his pink lips stretching into a sly smile. Your stomach flips a little bit. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You wring your hands together, “Um.”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue and chuckling when you don’t. He opens the door wider. “C’mon,” he says, motioning his head inside his room. You stare at his back as you follow him in, taking in his broad shoulders and admiring the way his muscles ripple inside his shirt before closing your eyes and shaking your head. He’s not yours to look at.

Focusing instead on the room, you take note of how both sides are equally as dysfunctional. Not messy, just…crowded. “Where’s Osamu?”

He settles onto his bed, unmade, legs spread, and pushes his laptop to the side. “With Rin.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You rock on your heels as your gaze slides all around the room, purposely avoiding his. “So…”

“So?” He tilts his head in that cute way he always does when he finally catches your eye, smiling teasingly. “I’m not complainin’ about ya bein’ here, but you look like you have something ya wanna say.”

He’s right. A wave of fervor pours over you, and you nod your head in determination to do what you came here for, pushing the creeping feeling of dejection far from your mind. “I need some answers.”

“Uh, huh.” His mouth twists in confusion. “Ta what, exactly?”

“To how long it’s going to be.” Your legs take you around the small space, pacing back and forth as you clench and unclench your fists.

“Right…” He trails off. “I’m a little lost here, sweetheart.”

You think you might melt with the affectionate name, but you brush over it. He’s just like that. “How long it’s going to be until you ask out this person you like so much.”

He suddenly tenses, back straightening and thick eyebrows furrowing. “Oh.” Brown eyes track your movement. “I’m not, uh, sure I can answer that?”

You shake your head. You think back to the conversation you guys had a few days ago, where he told you all about this person that he’s interested in. You remember him using words like so pretty, so amazing. A flush on his cheeks as he told you about why he likes them so much. Refusing to tell you who the person was, so maybe you could try to understand why it wasn’t you.

But it’s exactly that, it’s not you. But it hurts every single time you think about it.

So that’s why you ended up here, late at night, a fire in your heart. If the person Atsumu likes isn’t you, you could at least push him to go out with them. You wouldn’t be left to hopelessly pine over him, and could instead get over it as you watched him with someone else, even if it would kill you. Save yourself before you get too invested, right?

“Why not? The sooner the better. Aren’t you the one who told me that we have to go for the things we want?”

Atsumu pushes himself off the bed, long legs striding to you and big hands holding your arms to stop you from moving around. He looks very confused now. “I was?”

You ignore him. “Well then, it’s time to do something.” You make sure to look right into his eyes. “If you like them so much, there’s only one thing to do.”

The grip on your arms tighten, and you shift your hands up to hold on to his elbows. His eyes widen, and you watch as different emotions pass through his face before an excited grin grows. He studies you, “How long have ya felt this way?”

“Since you told me.” You try to match his smile, despite the way your chest sinks. “Be brave, Atsumu. I know you are.”

“Yeah.” he nods, eagerly, bleached hair following the jerks of his head. “Yeah, okay.”

Your gaze drops to the floor. “Great…” Great.

At least one of you guys will get to be with who they want to. You just wish he wanted you.

You try to leave his hold, but his hands just squeeze your arms, your name falling from his lips in a soft breath.

He gives you that smile, not the confident volleyball player one, but the one that you catch him with when he’s petting a puppy, or when he’s talking to his mother on the phone and he thinks no one is looking. The one that’s reserved for soft moments, and your heart constricts. But it’s not prepared for what comes out of his mouth next.

“Will ya go out with me?”

#releasing into the void #.atsumu #.kc writes #.hq #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #my love #atsumu drabble #haikyuu drabble #not checked for mistakes posting raw #ill check later #2 am things

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hqbaby · 9 months

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six — best

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2k content. swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, use of pet names

“Pay up, fuckers!”

The boys groan as you hold your hands out for them to drop their money into. One by one, they reach into their pockets and begrudgingly hand you their bets. You’ve just bested them a beer pong again.

“Fuckin’ cheerleaders, man,” Aran murmurs. “Yukie fucked us up at the last party too.”

You walk over to Atsumu with a shit-eating grin on your face. “You still owe me.”

He rolls his eyes at you then takes your face with one hand, planting a kiss on your lips. When he pulls away to find you looking stunned, he smirks. “That’s worth at least a thousand yen.”

Your grin is back. “Cocky,” you say. “I kinda dig it.”

So wrapped up being the center of attention, you don’t seem to feel Suna’s unrelenting gaze on you. He just can’t look away. It’s like his eyes are glued to your figure, taking it all in. The way you charm everyone until they’re eating out of your hand. The way you always have a witty little quip to say when they try to get under your skin. The way you light up when you’re near Atsumu and the way you close your eyes when he kisses you.

He sees it all from the corner of the room, nursing his beer. And the whole time, there’s only one thing on his mind: He really needs to fuck you right now.

You pull away from the rest of the group and head to the kitchen to get another drink.

“Hey, Suna,” you greet when you pass by him. “Haven’t seen much of you tonight. You find a girl you like?”

He follows you out of the room, the two of you walking into an empty corridor. Well, it’s more or less empty. The only people there are passed out on the floor.

Before you know it, your back is pressed against the wall and Suna’s lips are on yours. It’s messy and harsh, all teeth and force. There’s no method to how he touches you, his hands are just everywhere, grabbing any part of you that he can.

You withdraw your lips from his, lightly pushing him away. “Wait, wait, wait,” you say, trying to get a good look at him in the dimly-lit corridor. You can’t see much, but you can see his eyes. The way they stare at you, hungry. “What’s going on, Suna?”

His voice is low and rough. “Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“Suna,” he says. “It’s Rin to you.”

You crack a smile at the request. “Rin,” you say quietly, obliging, “what’s going on?”

“I need to fuck you.”

His hands are on your shoulders, face just inches away from yours. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you know he’s sober. Just really horny, you guess.

“Like… right now?” You give him a bemused look. “Your friends are right there,” you try to remind him, nodding your head at the door to the living room. “They aren’t exactly supposed to know about this, right?”

He answers you with another searing kiss. “I don’t care,” he says against your lips. “I want you.”

At that, you kiss him back, melting into his frantic touch. “I want you too.”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he lets out a groan. Careful not to step over the people on the floor around you, you both stumble into the closest bathroom, mouths still linked and hands still searching one another.

“Get on the counter,” he commands, locking the door behind him.

You do as he says and reach your hands out for him. The heat between your legs grows. “Rin, I need you.”

He’s back on you, hands running up and down your back as he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moves his fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside to touch your dripping core. “Fuck, baby.” He pulls his soaked hand up for you to see. “Would you look at that?”

You nod mindlessly, trying to pull him as close to you as you can. When he starts pressing his fingers against your clit, you grab his wrist. “No,” you say desperately. “I want you in me now.”

“You sure you can take me?” His voice is teasing. “Might break you.”

Your hands go up to his hair, yanking him forward to crash your lips into his. “I don’t care. Please, Rin.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. In a second, he pulls you off the counter, turns you around, and bends you over. He lifts your skirt up and rips your panties away like they’re nothing.

“Rin,” you whine. “Why’d you do that?”

He places the piece of fabric in his pocket. “It’s fine,” he tells you, landing a harsh blow to your ass. “I won’t let anyone see you.”

You moan at the sting of his touch. Your eyes land on the mirror in front of you, catching a glimpse of your fucked out state. It’s filthy, the way Suna has you bent over, your tits threatening to spill out of your top, legs spread to the side for him. Behind you, you can see him unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, eyes focused on your pussy.

Then, you feel it. The head of his cock pressed against your folds, moving up and down as he gathers your slick.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckles. “Just making sure you’re ready to take me.”

Without warning, he slides all the way inside of you. You scream at the mix of pain and pleasure overtaking your senses as Suna’s hand comes to cover your mouth.

“Gotta keep it down, babe,” he tells you as he starts to thrust. He goes faster every time he moves, impatiently fucking into you, your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You grip the edge of the counter as the knot in your stomach tightens. Suna moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, your entire body being tossed back and forth by the sheer force of it. Muffled moans spill out of your lips and your eyes roll so far back into your head you swear you can see your skull.

“Taking me so well,” he hisses. One hand moves away from your mouth and goes to grip your hips while the other comes up to grab your hair and yank your head up. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at yourself. All fucked out on my cock.”

You try your best to look at the sight in front of you, the way Suna uses your body like it’s nothing, the way he pounds into you from behind. Tears slip out the corners of your eyes as your pleasure reaches immeasurable heights.

He snickers. “Is my pretty baby crying?” he asks. “Am I fucking you too good?”

No words come out of you, just endless whimpers. You try to keep yourself quiet knowing that, even if the music outside is blaring, you’re being loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. Then, a sharp thrust sends your entire body lurching forward and a borderline pornographic moan slips out of your mouth. There’s no way you can keep quiet, not when Suna’s fucking you like this.

“Can’t even speak now, can you? Too drunk on my cock.” He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around him, so tight it’s making it harder for him to move. His hand pulls away from your head and goes down to rub your swollen clit. “Such a pretty fucking girl,” he says. “So pretty when I fuck you.”

Without his support, your head drops, mind too focused on your impending orgasm. You rock back and forth with each relentless thrust, your chest heaving with effort and adrenaline. “Rin,” you moan. “I’m so close.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, leaning over your back until his lips are right beside your ear. “I’m right there with you. Come for me.”

And, just like that, a wave hits you, riding your high as Suna continues to fuck you through it. You swear the counter should be crumbling from just how hard your grip is, clinging onto it for dear life. The sounds falling out of your mouth are sinful, downright sacrilege.

With a few more thrusts, Suna stills, cum spurting deep inside you. He grabs your hips so tight that you already know they’ll bruise in the morning. His body slumps over yours, just as spent as you are. He wraps his arms around you as the two of you try to get your bearings, slouched over the counter for a moment, Suna’s dick softening inside of you.

After a beat, you start giggling. “Where did that come from?”

You can feel him smile against your shoulder. “I told you. Your skirt’s cute,” he says, peeling himself off you as you both pull apart. You wobble a little and he catches you just in time, holding you against his chest. “That’s got to be at least in the top 5.”

Your hand slaps his chest at the comment. “Oh definitely,” you tell him with a smile. “Maybe even in the top 3.”

He pumps his fist. “I still got it.”

You laugh.

Suna pulls his pants back up and fixes his belt while you retouch your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on applying your lipstick when he notices his cum sliding down the insides of your thigh. He turns to look for some toilet paper and pales a little when he sees the empty dispenser.

“Shit.”

You look at him with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no, it’s just…” He motions at your legs. “There’s no toilet paper here. I can go out and find something.”

You glance down, see what he’s talking about, then look back at him and shake your head. “It’s fine.”

“What? Y/N—”

What you do next has him stunned, gaping at you. You slide two fingers up your thigh, gathering the cum spilling out of you, and pop your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as your eyes stare right into his.

After rendering him speechless, you come closer, chest pressed against his. Then, you cup a hand to his ear and whisper with a smirk, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“Ya good?” Atsumu asks when you come back to join the group. “I was just ‘bout to go lookin’ for ya.”

You coo at him. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m fine. I just had to make a call.”

“Everythin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Just forgot to tell my roommate I was going out tonight.”

Suna walks into the room a little while after you. It wasn’t really like you were trying to hide it. Besides, you highly doubted anyone would even suspect that there was something going on between the two of you, but you tried to stagger your entrances anyway. Just in case.

He finds you on the couch, huddled over a game of Uno with some of the other guys. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap with your brows furrowed in concentration. When you look up to see him, you beam.

“Suna, come join us!” you say like you weren’t just fucking him in the bathroom ten minutes ago. “There’s room over there beside Hinata.”

The bright-haired boy waves at him and pats the spot to his right, on the floor beside the coffee table. “Come on,” he says. “We’re trying to beat Y/N.”

As he takes a seat, you pull a reverse on Aran’s “Draw 4.” He curses loudly. “How the hell?”

Atsumu laughs as you lean back into his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and places a hand on top of your thigh (your legs are crossed… for obvious reasons), rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “Fuckin’ told ya, man,” he says. “Y/N’s just the best.”

Suna clenches his fists on his lap. It shouldn’t bother him, but it does. It’s not like he didn’t see it coming.

He always knew you were the best. He should’ve known that didn’t just apply to him.

notes. this one is for the suna girlies 🫡 and also totally not bc the angst is real!1!!1! i also realize now that i made the reader in this series too hot for her own good like i would fall in love with her too yk?? i’m not choosing a side i’m team reader all the way🧎‍♀️

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #suna smut #haikyuu fic

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okkotsuus · 1 year

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the boy you loved (sae i.) !

features: sae i.

contents: angst. hurt no comfort. mild swearing. toxic realtionship. nostalgia. reader flinches. door slam. breakup. it hurts sorry lol. 1.8k words.

to the world, sae itoshi was a catch. he is a pro athlete, beautiful, and rich, everything someone could ever want in a partner. sae itoshi is at the pinnacle of his sport at the age of eighteen years old. he was at the forefront of it for longer.

fame has changed sae itoshi.

you knew sae itoshi before the world did. you knew him before the flashing cameras and cheering crowds, back when he couldn’t even kick a soccer ball without falling flat on his ass. sae itoshi was awkward, dorky, and kind. sae itoshi was the boy you loved.

it all began to change when he slowly climbed the ranks of soccer. his goofy grins became more mellowed, shyness turning to aversion. but most of all, he was no longer kind. sae itoshi was no longer the sweet boy who would hold your hand as you walked to school. sae itoshi was no longer to considerate boy that made sure to have your favorite snacks at his home. sae itoshi was no longer the tender-hearted boy who you fell in love with.

sae itoshi is now a man who’s as foreign to you as a stranger.

yet, for some reason, you can’t seem to let him slip through your fingers. nor can he let you slip from his. in a never ending cycle one always ends up crawling back to the other. like some twisted kind of soulmates you can never escape each other.

you loved sae itoshi the boy, but sae itoshi the man is a whole other story.

loving the man, sae itoshi, is many things, but it is not easy.

loving sae itoshi is tiring.

sitting up on the couch of his apartment for the nth night in a row, waiting and watching the door like a dog for him to come home.

sae was incredibly dedicated to his sport, staying till the sun died. he just wanted one thing when he came home: to see you. the first thing he wanted to see when he got home was you. the notion had your head spinning and heart pounding when he so boldly proclaimed it.

but now, when you sit on the couch like a wilted flower, you begin to question just how flattering it was. your eyes ached from keeping them open for so long, the soft glow of the lamps beginning to slowly drive you insane.

this empty apartment is exhausting. but you couldn’t blame him. his schedule is bound to be busy, he is a professional athlete, after all.

the lock clicks as your head raises from the phone in your hands. he walks in and looks at you, before immediately walking away. your heart cracks a little more every time this happens.

he is a ritualistic man, it seemed saying “hi” or “missed ya” would throw it off too much.

so, you stand and walk to the bedroom, tucking yourself under the covers while the gentle flow of the shower lulls you to sleep.

you feel the bed slightly dip sometime later into the night, but the wave of sleep sweeps you back under the surface immediately after. what you do not feel: is warmth or an arm around you.

loving sae itoshi is stressful.

sae leaves for long periods of time consistently. you accept that he cannot always be home, but you ask that he at least texts you moderately.

sae has a habit of ghosting people when he’s away, then just coming back like he’s greater than thou. not like it’s the first time it’s happening.

he’s been gone for two weeks now and hasn’t said a single thing to you. no texts, no calls, nothing. you were worried. you trusted him, it’s not that. he’s just so far away, what if something happened and the last thing he said to you was “bye,” when he left the home for the airport two weeks ago.

you don’t want to think like this, but this new sae was brash in a way that would get him hurt one day. he spoke his mind with no sense of self-preservation, he had no idea of customs in other countries, and he wouldn’t take one damn minute to text you a single word.

so you call rin, asking him with a quiver in your voice if he’s heard from sae. he hasn’t. but can’t help the choked whine that slams in your chest, quickly thanking him and hanging up. your eyes begin to well tears as you pace the empty apartment that seems a lot more foreboding than exhausting now.

crystalline drops run over your face as you desperately try to calm yourself, you were being dramatic. sae always was there to hold you when you cried as a kid, but now you were crying alone because of that same sweet boy.

you fall asleep on the couch that night, not able to bear the vast emptiness of the bed that was meant to be shared.

loving sae itoshi is slamming doors.

sae was back soon enough, walking into the apartment as if nothing had happened. he watched as you remained seated, not rising to excitedly greet him like your normally would. his brow furrowed as he left it, leaving you on the couch again when he returned home to unpack.

sae itoshi would rather let a problem steep and fester than deal with it directly. the boy you loved would stutter out of concernwith the most adorable flush on his rounded cheeks. but this man was a shell of the boy who loved you, the boy who still holds your one and only heart.

“what’s up with you?” his words come out abrasive as he stands in the bedroom doorway, one hand idly towel-drying his hair while the other was poised against his hip. he had a way of making it feel like you were the problem.

“what’s up with me?! sae you ghosted me for nearly three weeks, do you know how worried i was?” your own voice punches out of your chest before you can bite your tongue to hold back the words. watching as his eyes widen and he gets that haughty look on his face, you hated that look, that sneer.

he spoke with a venom, green eyes drilling into your form. “i’m a grown man, you don’t need to fuss over me. get over it, we’re not snot-nosed brats anymore, y/n.” you felt yourself flinch back as he ended his sentence with a punctuated scoff. he turned and shut the door a little louder than needed, you flinched back as it slammed: slightly shaking on its hinges.

now that he was gone, the tears flowed free again. you really were still a snot-nosed brat, weren’t you? the thought was mocking as the vast apartment began to feel more and more like a cage.

you fell asleep on the couch with dried rivers of tears shed staining your cheeks, nose rubbed raw from incessantly wiping it on your sleeve.

loving sae itoshi is nostalgic.

sae isn’t all bad nowadays. sometimes you could see the sweet boy that put bandaids on your scraped knees peek through.

in the light of the early morning, his eyes are bright and the soft glow makes his face feel more soft. it reminds you of waking up from sleepovers at the itoshi house, sae’s sleepy face and his messy bed hair.

when he plays football you are reminded of the boy who couldn’t shoot without falling flat on his face. you remember kissing the tip of his reddened nose while wiping the tears that threaten to escape from the corners of his sea-glassy eyes.

when he’s eating his dinner, you see the boy who stuffed his face with puffy cheeks. you see the boy who shoveled food into his mouth after practice, insisting that he needed to grow.

sae itoshi was still the boy you fell in love with, he was just a little lost.

times like this forced you to acknowledge that it was not actually his past self shining through. rather, it was you so desperately looking for any semblance of a shred of the boy who you once loved.

sae itoshi is no longer the boy you fell in love with, that boy died when he went to spain.

loving sae itoshi is hard.

this decision wasn’t easy. everytime the thought even crossed your mind you felt your eyes sting and your nose run hot.

but the truth was inevitable and unforgiving. passing moments of joy could no longer help alleviate the aching pain that echoed in the deepest expanses of your soul.

sae itoshi was no longer the boy who you fell in love with, it was the inevitable truth.

you didn’t believe that sae loved you any longer, rather coexisting with you as stability.

you don’t ever want to be a roommate to your partner.

you needed to break up with sae itoshi, to let go of the boy who was so long gone.

for once in your life, the apartment did not feel so bad. it felt like being in your childhood home for the last time before going off to college.

sae was off today, you planned it so he would be, not wanting to spring it one him before or after practice.

“sae, we need to talk."

sae knew he had messed up when he heard those words come from your mouth. but the safety net of your unconditional love had spoiled him. so he did not expect for you to leave.

when you said you were leaving, it began to wear. but it was still there, so he expected that you would be coming back soon.

when weeks turned to months with nothing but occasional passing conversations, he began to sweat.

sae itoshi, the ultimate catch, had just lost the love of his life.

the net snapped as he was left falling, plunging into an endless regret. sae itoshi was reminded of every single time he had given you the cold shoulder. every single time he was ruder than necessary. every single time he had forgotten he loved you.

sae itoshi knew he was no longer the boy you loved. but you are still the kid that he fell in love with, the only one who captured his heart.

and he pushed you away.

and damn, it hurt like hell when his apartment began to feel eerily empty without you, a bed meant to be shared becoming cold without another body in it.

sae itoshi realized how you had felt the entire time.

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#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae #sae x reader #bllk sae #blue lock sae #bllk angst #blue lock angst #sae angst #sae itoshi angst

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17020s · 1 year

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HI!! GODDDD I LOVE UR ISAGI FIC!! heard u need ideas hehe desperately need to hear ur thoughts on domestic rin please 🙏

DOMESTIC LIFE.

What's it like to live with Rin Itoshi? 1.1k fluff. ai you have such a big brain i love u i hope i did this right

RIN ITOSHI likes domesticity. When he realized that he was now earning enough money to invest in a home of his own, he didn't think twice—he needed to have a space of his own. He starts off with an apartment. Nothing too big, as he knows that there will be only two people living there, and he will not have people coming over.

Yes, he took your presence into consideration as he searched for a place to live. You are his significant other, and have been with him for a few years, ever since you were teenagers. It was somewhat awkward for him, it was either you going over to his house or him going to yours, but there was never a sense of privacy.

He didn't tell you right away. In fact, he waited until everything was ready to tell you. Because he doesn't want for you to experience that same awkwardness with your family like he did. He wants you all to himself. Rin Itoshi wants to be with you for as long as he can.

The domestic life suits him. He excels at everything. Chores are split, but if he notices that you're too tired (whether it's from having a bad day, period pains, or anything really) he won't hesitate to pick up where you left off. He'll do it, letting out a few complaints. Those are all bullshit, though. He wants to help you out as much as he can. Rin will subtly ask for affection in return.

Laundry day is what gets him excited. He carries the dirty laundry basket and you place the clothes inside the washer. He will never admit it, but he likes doing the laundry with you. There is always something new that you show him. One time, you mixed together some detergent and water, making a soapy mixture. You dipped your hands in the liquid, forming an 'O' shape and blowing on it. Rin was fighting the small smile that was forming on his face, just because you were blowing bubbles. You see the fun side of life, and he likes that.

Then, you move the clothes to the dryer, and once they're done, he carries the basket back to your shared bedroom, laying all the clothes on the bed so that you can start folding them. He turns on the tv, handing you the remote so that you can pick your favorite show to watch. It's the least he can do, since he forces you to watch a horror movie with him every two weeks. He can handle anything you put on, even if it's some soap opera he does not know of.

(You get Rin hooked on some of your favorite shows. He'll never admit that. He judges absolutely everything and everyone, yes, but it's entertaining.)

Folding the newly washed clothes with Rin is nice. His technique isn't bad; if a shirt or pant ends up wrinkly, he'll shrug. "That's what the steamer is for, idiot" is his response. He always stands in front of you as he folds, so he can sneak glances and see your concentrated face as you try to fold your clothes to minimize wrinkles.

Cleaning the house every week is a must. His height gives him a big advantage, so he cleans the highest spots of the house. Sometimes, when he's cleaning cabinets, you take advantage of his position, that leaves his torso free and exposed to potential danger. That danger being you, who attempts to tackle him into a hug.

As I mentioned previously, Rin makes you watch a horror film with him once every two weeks. He wants to have his fun too, he even makes popcorn for you. You have Rin as your personalized pillow, sometimes sitting on his lap as his hands cover your face when he senses a jumpscare is coming.

Rin is one of the best cooks you'll ever meet. Unlike his brother, he can make a decent meal. Being a pro athlete means that, most of the time, he needs to have his meals prepped. And he does just that. He plans his meals for the week and shops accordingly. He asks you if you would like a meal plan, and will respect it if you say 'no'. If you do, he'll take you grocery shopping with him, explaining a few things about minerals and vitamins that you can find in food. He's a food geek.

Cooking together doesn't happen very often due to his job, but when it does, it's magical. It makes you feel like you're a teenager again, with his arm grazing yours, him looking away while the tip of his ears are pink, taking a spoonful of the food and feeding it to him as a taste test. He likes the food you make, and you like his.

Once, you came home from grocery shopping, and Rin was cooking. He doesn't bother to use aprons, he thinks he looks ridiculous wearing them. As you stepped in to greet him, he was caught off guard. He accidentally spilled some flour, making it fall on his black shirt. Rin Itoshi does not make the same mistake twice, so the next time you saw him cook, he had himself an apron. You took a picture of him, which is now your wallpaper.

Showers are calming, especially when Rin is there. He is too shy to shower together with you. It might happen at some point, but not now. When he's showering, you're usually brushing your teeth next to him, the only thing keeping you apart being the shower curtain. He does the same to you; when he's combing his hair and you're showering, he asks you about the weather, how you're doing, and your plans for the day.

The sad part about living with Rin, though, is the fact that he wakes up before you, and sometimes leaves while you still sleep. He sends you a text, explaining why he had to leave earlier, and that he loves you. He gets up early to work out, and also to go to football practice. When you do wake up at the same time he does, he is internally happy. Still, he forces you to go back to bed, because he thinks he was the one to wake you up on accident.

Overall, living with Rin is comforting. He wants what's best for you, and he really likes your company. He's glad he moved out, and he's glad you're with him. He doesn't say it often, but he's grateful to have met someone as wonderful as you.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #itoshi rin x y/n #rin itoshi x you #bllk x y/n #bllk headcanons

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Hi, I wanted to say i love your blue lock fanfic and is it possible for me to request a short story about manger reader and the boys fighting in who will sit next to her on the bus and to the character who got to sit next manger reader was getting death stares/glares because she feel asleep on them and began to like cuddle up on them while being asleep

(And if you make this is wanted to say thank you so much for making this ❤️)

Author:Hii! I hope you like this and thank you sm for reading and requesting! Have a great day and stay safe🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/ her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Once in a blue moon Ego shows some mercy to his players, Anri and (Y/n), and surprises then with something. Whether it's an extra day off or for a day the players and the manager can eat whatever they wish. Today was one of the days where Ego and Anri had organized a small trip to Osaka. The group was pretty excited as they were able to visit some shrines as well as some malls. The last part was mostly exciting to Reo, (Y/n) and Aryu who went looking for clothes, while the rest were either at a nearby arcade or food restaurant.

"That looks cute! You should get it." Aryu comments as (Y/n) showed them a sweater she found.

"Yeah~ it would look nice with that skirt." Teo added, pointing at the item with a grin. (Y/n) looked at the skirt and then at the sweater. Then went to look a little bit closer at the skirt.

"Hmmm~ It does look cute Reo-" (Y/n) froze in her spot as she looked at the price tags of the two.

'Is...is this made out of gold?! My time in Blue Lock made me forget how expensive living is...' The girl looked and looked back at Reo and Aryu, laughing nervously.

"Ahh~ now that I think of it, it will just be a waste. I have nowhere to wear it, anyways." She said rather quickly and put the sweater away.

"Huh? You seemed so excited about it. It would look really cute" Reo urged as Aryu chimed in.

"Beaides, if wearing it nowhere is an issue I have a suggestion. I will take you out on a date-"

Reo kicked the taller boy's leg before he could finish his sentence and sent him a side-glare.

"Still I can't-"

(Y/n) was interrupted by her phone ringing and she handed the sweater to Reo.

"It's Ego-san." She simply said and left to take the call.

"You are not as smooth as you think, Aryu." Reo said, his smile dropping as the taller rolled his eyes.

"Learned it from the best."

"Whatever, it's not like she will pick you in the end, we all know I have the upper hand." Reo said, inspecting the sweater, trying to find the issues.

"You with that hair can only dream of it."

'Hmmm...' Reo thought as he looked at the sweater.

"Guys, we need to get to the bus." (Y/n) said, returning to the duo. Aryu nodded his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from Reo.

"Reo, hurry up." (Y/n) exclaimed.

"I will be there in a minute, I need to call my mom." Reo said nervously, hoping she won't catch his lie. Thankfully Aryubwas there and he didn't really care much about Reo, so he just kept pulling her away.

"Let's go~"

"I call dibs." Isagi announced as the rest looked at him in confusion. The part of the group that was scattered around the mall was already at the bus and waiting for the trio to come back.

"What dibs? To sit next to the window, I already claimed it as my spot!" Bachira exclaimed, earning a sigh from Rin.

"Can you both just shut up?"

"Where did Nagi go?" Niko asked, looking around the place as Karasu pointed at the bus.

"The sleepy genius went into the bus."

"No, I call dibs on sitting next to (Y/n)." Isagi answered back, catching the attention of the others.

"What? Why you?" Chigiri retorted, causing Isagi to smile.

"Because, I am her favorite."

"Since when?! If anything, I am, I cause her the least amount of trouble." Gagamaru sent the boy a challenging glare. Kunigami cleared his throat and pointed at himself.

"I think I should call dibs, since I am the one who helps her around in my free time."

"Ok, muscleman that gives you still no rights." Chigiri rolled his eyes.

"(Y/n) tells me most of her concerns and issues she has. So I am her favorite, with that I deserve sitting with her." The redhead said proudly as Baro chimed in.

"You peasants don't even deserve being in the same room as her, let alone be her favorites. She should sit next to me, also I am better to lean against."

"Please,I am a much softer option. She also is the calmest around me. Best option for a long trip from Osaka." Hiori said, earning a slap from Kurona.

"We are basically the same, Hiori. So I am just as good, even better than you."

"You and your shark teeth should need to get in their lane." Kurona and Hiori glared at each other as Karasu chimed in.

"To make things less complicated, I will sit next to (Y/n). After all, I make her laugh the most."

"It would be quite romantic if (Y/n) sat next to me. Just like all the cute couples do." Otoya sighed dreamily

"No!" The rest yelled.

"Why are they arguing now?"

Niko blinked at looked over as (Y/n), Aryu and Reo approached them.

"Ah... the usual." The black-haired boy commented as (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders.

"I am too tired for this... I will leave it to Ego-san." The girl yawned as Aryu, Yukimiya and Reo tried to shut them up, afraid that Anri and Ego might punish them.

Using the opportunity, Niko ran after (Y/n) and stopped her before she entered the bus.

"Can we sit together, (Y/n)?"

"Hmm... sure!" She smiled and the duo walked inside.

Short to say the ride back to Blue Lock was tense as Niko kept receiving death glares from the others, especially after seeing (Y/n) fall asleep on him.

"Sleep with one eye open..." Karasu whispered ad Kurona huffed. Niko didn't pay much attention to them, feeling happy at the moment and at peace.

'This feels nice...' He sighed, ignoring Nagi's constant complaining and telling him that Reo will write him out a check if they switched spots.

"I will buy you an island too, just move." Reo cried out.

"No thanks~"

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 7 months

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Hi Rin! I've been reading your writings and I've been having the best fun, thanks you for the hard work! Seeing that you are accepting requests I was wondering if you could do a Minho x reader? (Female if possible but ofc if not that's good too!) With reader having a sweet and caring personality and Minho at the beginning scoffing at her bc he thinks everyone is too soft on them but newt and others commenting of him being hyper aware so they tease him saying he has a crush? And then a scene where he starts developing feels and he's like nonono but there's no way out hehe. Hope you have a very lovely day!

This is so cute!!!!!! Thanks for requesting (and waiting 😭) ❤❤

Got a very teenage vibe from this as I was writing, hence the title

Teenage dream

Minho x fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse, before Thomas)

Notes: this is more of a Minho pov fic? Hope that's ok :))) Kinda switches back to reader at the end though

Warnings: vomit tw, language, reader's drunkness levels change drastically within minutes, ALSO TEENAGE AWKWARDNESS TO THE MAX, I swear Minho has better game in my other fics, he's just a silly sweet guy here lmao

"Light 'em up!"

Minho stands back as the other boys throw their stakes into the bonfire, watching you giggle at their raucous cheers from across the Glade, an involuntary smile rising on his face.

Before long, the party's in full swing; meaning everyone is now yet again horribly, stupidly drunk.

Minho, as usual, has only had a bit of Gally's concoction, and is idly chatting with Ben as he hears a loud crash.

"What the..."

He leaves Ben, jogging over to the scene to see... of course.

It's you, the two-months-in Greenie, and you're sprawled out on the ground in a mess of barrels that have been knocked down, potatoes spilling everywhere.

Your arms are tangled with Newt's- Newt? and you're both laughing, harder than Minho's seen Newt laugh in a while.

"We- the potatoes. The potatoes," Newt manages to say, gasping between cackles.

"Eh. Problem for tomorrow," you sing, extracting yourself from the barrels and potatoes that are now all over the ground.

"Here," says Minho, containing his eyeroll and stepping forward to offer Newt an arm.

"Thanks, man."

Minho tugs Newt up, and yep, he's plastered cause Newt flies up and stumbles forward, crashing into an amused Jeff and nearly sending them both tumbling down.

You stand beside Newt, body folding in laughter as you reach out to grab his arm.

"What's going on?" Alby's voice cuts through the chaos.

You wobble over to him, grabbing one of his hands and clasping it between both of yours in a praying motion. "Sorry, Albs. We'll clean it up in the morning, promise."

"Yeah, you better," says Alby, and his voice is stern but Minho can see the smile reaching his eyes.

What the hell? What happened to their strict leader?

"Thanks, leader man," you say with a grin, patting his chest and giving him a cheesy thumbs up.

Suddenly shouts sound out nearby, and Minho turns to see someone staggering around before turning and throwing up right onto a tabletop.

"Dammit, Ben," mutters Jeff, pinching the bridge of his nose and rushing over.

"Did someone throw up?" Minho hears you ask, before you jog over, veering slightly off to the side as you run.

He sighs and follows you, to where the Gladers are standing around Ben making various ew and gross sounds as if they don't have someone chuck up at least every couple months.

"I ain't cleaning this up for you," Minho tells Ben as he helps him up.

"The whole damn table is gonna stink for months," groans Jeff, looking over the table the Medjacks lent for the bonfire.

"Sorry," mumbles Ben, his words slurring slightly.

"It's alright," you say comfortingly, grabbing a piece of wood you got from god knows where and scraping the stuff into a bin.

"Hey, strong men," you call. "Grab this table and go spray it at the hose."

"Sorry," repeats Ben.

Minho sighs, and shakes his head. "Not your fault you're a lightweight," he says light-heartedly, punching his friend in the arm gently.

He watches as you wash your hands quickly before grabbing a cup of water and bringing it over to Ben.

"Here," you say, handing it to him. "Don't worry, the table's fine. Worst case we'll use it as firewood for next time."

You trip slightly as you step back, and Minho shoots out an arm to grab your waist before he even knows what he's doing. "Alright?" he asks.

You grin, patting his arm. "Guess I'm not as steady as I thought I was."

"Oh really," Minho lifts an eyebrow. "You thought you were steady when you fell into three barrels of potatoes?"

"Ya know, the one time that happens..."

"You mean, just now?"

"Yeah, that one time,"

"Stop with this couples banter," groans Ben. "My head hurts."

"Hungover and drunk at the same time," you say, nodding so sympathetically Minho genuinely can't tell if you're acting or not. "Here, let's get you to bed."

⭒----⭒

"Every month we manage to top the last month's mess," announces Alby, sitting on a table as he addresses the Gladers, most of whom are still waking up and groaning.

He throws out orders for each group, eyes shut and massaging his temples as he speaks, before he gets to; "Y/n, Newt. Gardeners."

"Minho and I already packed up the potatoes from yesterday," begins Alby, and Minho warms as he feels your eyes on him.

"Some of them were crushed under the barrels," Alby continues. "We lost some supplies."

You bite your lip, looking up nervously. You exchange a glance with Newt, and you're wearing identical guilty expressions.

Alby rolls his eyes. "Like scolded children, both of you. Just get to your jobs, go on."

"Thanks mate," says Newt, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks Alby." You give him a little sheepish smile before leaving.

"I'll check on our leftover supplies," says Newt. "Minho, come with?"

"Wh- sure," says Minho, following behind.

⭒----⭒

"Something on your mind?" asks Newt, shifting some food barrels around.

"You're all too soft on her," mumbles Minho, crossing his arms.

"What's that?"

"You, all of you. With Y/n. You shouldn't be letting her get away with things just cause she smiles, or reward her cause she does one tiny nice thing."

Newt turns around, an amused expression on his face, which is infuriating but also extremely worrying.

"What," snaps Minho.

"Nothing," says Newt, all innocent. "What do you mean 'get away with'?"

"Like just then," says Minho. "She got drunk at the bonfire and made a whole mess, then what? Just flirted her way out of trouble? That's bullshit right there."

"I was with her, I made that mess too."

"You weren't the one who fell into the barrels," Minho fires back.

"And how would you know that? You must've been watching her pretty closely." Newt's full on grinning now, hands on his hips in mock sternness.

Minho deflects. "Whatever, she shouldn't get away with making a mess like that."

"Mate, everyone gets shucking plastered at the bonfires. Don't tell me you've been blind to Zart passing out on the ground every month or how Ben can hardly get through his morning runs."

"I mean, yeah, but people don't knock whole barrels of crop over."

"Winston damn near fell into the fire last month."

"That's different," insists Minho.

"Fine," says Newt, sighing. "Can we go back to when you said she flirts her way out of trouble?"

Minho freezes. "...what?"

"Go on then," says Newt, grin stretching on his face. "What'd you mean?"

Minho averts his gaze, uncharacteristically conflicted. "Ya know, just like... how she had her hands all over Alby last night, when he should've been yelling at her or something."

Newt raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at Minho. "What, did you want her to get in trouble?"

"No! Of course not," protests Minho. "Just- in general, it's not fair. To flirt like that and... you know," he finishes weakly.

"That's not flirting mate, she's just an affectionate drunk."

"Yeah... Whatever."

"You know," begins Newt. "One of these days you'll understand, and the rest of us'll be here, laughing our damn asses off at you."

Minho scrunches up his face, confused.

Newt laughs, tossing an arm around his friend. "Give it time, you'll get it."

⭒----⭒

It's a month later, after the next bonfire, that someone finally has the courage to tell it straight to Minho.

" -and people think she's like, the greatest soul to bless the Glade. It's stupid. The other day, she helped Gally carry something, ya know, cause his shoulder was shucked, and I swear, the whole of the Builders had stars in their eyes." Minho huffs, rolling his eyes.

"And," he continues. "She looks after Greenies like they're incapable of walking. Then suddenly everyone loves her?"

"Everyone loves Newt," Ben points out. "Why aren't you getting all pissed about him?"

"I'm not pissed," argues Minho. "I'm just observing... stating. People give her credit for just being a vaguely decent human being."

"Minho. You sound insane. You're literally listing good things, and twisting them into... whatever bullshit point you're trying to make."

Ben continues. "Y/n is a decent human being. She's kind, caring, better than the rest of us assholes at accommodating the newbies. She helps people out. Is that so bad?"

"I mean, no... but-,"

"But nothing!" interrupts Ben. "Why are you so obsessed, anyway? Haven't you given some thought into why you're hyperaware of her every move?"

"Oi! Are you telling him?" Newt's voice rings out from across the empty dining hall.

"Yes," says Ben, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Cause this is exhausting."

"Shuckin' finally," says Newt, clapping Ben on the shoulder as he slides into the bench beside him. "Someone needed to do it soon."

"What," snaps Minho.

"You have a crush," says Ben, tugging on his hair exasperatedly. "A stupid schoolyard crush- which I don't even have memory of, but you're just so-"

"What Ben is trying to say," interrupts Newt. "Is that you like Y/n."

"What? No, I-"

"And," Ben cuts in. "Somewhere in that thick head of yours, your lovey-dovey feelings are fighting with your denial and causing this." He gestures vaguely towards Minho.

"I don't know what you're talking about," retorts Minho.

"Of course not," says Ben flatly. "But now that we've told you, it should only be a matter of time."

"I mean..." Newt struggles for a second, before giving up, shoulders sagging. "Yeah, Ben's summed it up pretty well."

⭒----⭒

A crush? There's no way. Minho frowns to himself, lost in thought as he walks out of the shower block.

The Glade is in the best time of the day right now. It's when everyone's wrapping up the day's work and hitting the showers, before waiting around for dinner.

Minho's showered early today, so the dining area just has a few people idly sitting around chatting. He nods at Newt, who makes eye contact with him across the dining area and starts walking over.

Newt stops though, as someone else slides into the bench across from Minho. It's you.

Minho widens his eyes at Newt, who simply grins and turns to sit somewhere else.

Fine. Minho sighs internally, turning to you. "Y/n, hey."

"Hey," you greet, flicking your hair back. You've got a small towel resting on your shoulders to keep your clothes dry while your hair's still wet. Minho notes this information for no particular reason.

"Listen," you say, leaning forward intently. Pretty. The thought crosses Minho's mind without his consent. You look clean, fresh out of the shower, sunset casting your face in a warm glow. Nope, no way this is happening.

"Uh Minho, ya with me?"

" 'course," he responds quickly. "What's up?"

You grin, clearly seeing through him, but you continue anyway. "So, Ben tells me the forest around the Runners' hut is really pretty. Flowers and all. Is that true?"

"Yeah," says Minho. "The pond is nice too."

You hum, nodding in thought. "Take me sometime?"

"Yeah, sure," says Minho.

You know what, shuck it.

"Do you wanna go now?" he offers, resolve clicking inside him.

Minho's heart picks up at your smile, beaming at him. "Yeah, let's go."

⭒----⭒

"I can't believe you've never been here," says Minho, standing with his hands in his pockets as you wander around the forest.

"I can't believe no one ever brought me here," you reply. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah..." He trails off, watching you bend and smile at some purple orchids. "...beautiful." Fuck.

"Can I be honest with you, Minho?" he hears you ask.

"Of course," he responds, leaning on a tree.

"I was kinda worried," you begin, still looking down at the orchids. "That you didn't like me, or something."

Minho's eyebrows fly up. "Wh-"

"I just- I wanted to clear it up. Cause you seem like a cool person, and I'd like for us to be... friends." You sound uncertain, and Minho feels like an absolute shit.

"No!" As your head whips up, he hastily continues, "I mean, yes, of course, just-"

He groans. "It's my fault, I'm just- I was stupid. An idiot, actually. I've been-"

You've got a confused expression as Minho huffs out a frustrated sigh. "It wasn't anything like... what you're thinking. I just had some other feelings- thoughts, in the way. And I guess it came off like I didn't like you. But I do. I like you a lot," he admits.

You let out a soft laugh. "I'm glad. I didn't want it to be," you gesture vaguely. "Ya know."

Minho smiles, and seems to shake himself slightly, nodding towards a tree near the Runner's hut. "Come check out these ones."

He leads you to a tree with white flowers peeking through the leaves.

"Hey, Minho."

"Yeah?"

"What'd you mean 'other feelings'?"

Um. "What?" He asks nervously.

"You said there were 'other feelings' in the way. What did that mean?"

"Just... in general," he says weakly. "Feelings, thoughts. Etcetera."

You frown slightly at him, confused, but you're distracted as he reaches up to the tree.

"These're Ben's pride and joy," he says idly, plucking one of the flowers. "A damn pain to grow at first, but now they just bloom on their own."

You swallow as he turns to you, holding up the flower.

"Here."

Your heart beats fast as he steps into your space, and tucks the flower into your hair, behind your ear.

Neither of you move. Minho's hand is still hovering at your cheek, your face tilted up to meet his eyes, open and earnest.

Oh. Oh.

You break first, ducking your head down. "So, uh-"

"Yeah," says Minho, hand rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

He takes a deep breath. "So I, uh- I don't know what I'm doing, like... at all. Ya know, Ben and Newt had to sit me down and... whatever. I just- I like you," he confesses in a rush. "And I know I've done a shucked job of showing it, but I really, really like you."

You huff out a laugh, incredulous. "Minho, I like you too. That's mostly why I wanted to get closer to you."

"Oh," says Minho. "Well... do you think we could go on a date sometime? Maybe here, with the flowers. We could do dinner?"

You smile. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great," says Minho, grinning in a way he knows looks stupid (he doesn't care). "Cool.

"I guess we should be getting back, then." Minho gestures back to where the Glade is probably eating dinner now.

"Yeah," you agree, starting off behind him.

"Minho?" He turns at your voice, looking down at the hand you've extended, palm-up.

As he puts his arm out in the same way, slightly confused, you slip your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. You see his wide grin as you glance to your side.

"Hey, Y/n, think that date can be tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely."

Went full teenager throwback for this one - the awkwardness is tangible

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