rofiaputri

[koicrimes]

so, it's been a headcanon of mine for a while now that nish is actually a really good artist. like, he wouldn't consider himself an 'artist' and he generally downplays any reactions he gets to his art. it's just like.. a thing he's done since he was able to manuever a marker in sunflower- drawin on the walls and pissin off kazama hahaha. but like, yeah, growing up it was just so casual, he never really thought much about it. he'd draw anything from kiryu, yumi, yuko and kazama to outfits he saw in display windows when he was out and about. he used to just throw away his sketchbooks and notepads when he filled them up until the others (sin kazama) got onto him, trying to make him see the value in his art. around the time he joined the yakuza, he slowed down a bit. really only drawing as a 'party trick' on a little napkin in bars and shit like that.

anyway, i say all that to say, in my ss stuff, it takes place in the "present" whatever that means to the thing i'm writing at the time. and obviously that means it's a 'nishiki lives' au, right? i often point out in that stuff that he has alot of nightmares from that period of his life. so, with the right motivation, i think he picks up drawing again as a form of therapy. he wouldn't see a shrink if you held a gun to his head but, this? it's actually something that works for him and helps him quite literally paint a picture of the things happening in his mind.

[signed-loni]

HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. I was in class today, and yk, i just couldn’t help but be bored and thought to myself “hey, what about head canons for sal and brainiac!y/n?” Good idea if i do say so myself! I also thought about whether it should be todds sister, but i changed my mind since idk i just, idk. SOOOO HERES THATT and enjoy! :)

(Lets just appreciate this amazing work. Truly, props to the artist this is so, yes.) (@paint_soda on ig!)

How it happened HCs

Tbh, the school didn’t see this coming. A brainiac with a person like sal? No one saw it coming, not even Larry, and Larry knows everything about his best friend. From his measurements (not like that) to his least favorite kind of pasta

and you didn’t really see it coming either! You honestly just fell really hard one day because sal got one of the hardest questions you’ve come upon, right, before you

You gotta say, you’re a sucker for the smart ones

While you’ve never seen his face, you have seen him around school with his small group of friends

You have your little clique, but recently, they’ve been shit talking you.

Saying things about you, calling you names and starting rumors, things like slut and whore being tossed around since one of your friends ex boyfriend had a crush on you

Youre not the kind of stereotypical nerd. Oh no, you arent.

You are most definitely not

Sal fell for you, mostly because of YOUR brains to

He likes that in a person. Someone who’s pretty, and smart!? He’s on the floor.

General relationship HCs

You don’t know how to explain it, well you do, but you always say it in the same way

Sal is the best boyfriend ever.

Sal knows everything thing about you, and you know everything about him

He knows your least favorite way to solve a problem for goodness sake

He knows the way you play with your fingers when your focusing on finding the solution to a question

He knows how you sit when you’re uncomfortable

He knows everything

You know almost the same amount he knows about you, about him

You know how he hold onto his pigtails when he’s afraid, you know how insecure he is about his face

He’s glad he’s dating someone like you. Its not like he’s dumb or anything, but he knows you definitely helped Larry, and he knows that he helped you get out of your toxic friend group.

You don’t talk about it much, but he knows

He’s seen it

He’s seen them look at you and him holding hands in the hallways, he’s seen them whisper to each other while looking at you, laughing to themselves.

It makes him mad

You always tell him your a big girl and can handle it, but he knows it kills you to see your once friends, now hate you because of one silly thing

If having rizz was a crime, you would be arrested

Cause MAN can you make sal FLUSTERED

The compliments, the PDA, the PINKY HOLDING. Sal has stopped working once you hold his pinky for the first time

He doesn’t mind holding hands, but you know he prefers pinkies.

Its amazing how you don’t react when seeing his face to him. Larry didn’t react, but he barely got to see. You got to see for a full minute. And sal thought you hated him because of how much you didnt react

Which sounds silly, but to him, it wasnt

He thought you hated his face so much, you decided it was to horrid to even comment on

But all those thoughts were cleared when you kissed him

Kissed his lips

Kissed his scars

Kissed him

He knew right then and there, that you were the one for him. His and his only

[tcubunny]

switch!tzuyu x switch!fem!reader - “trying our best” (warnings: smut, praise, breast play, scissoring, clit stimulation, oral)

a/n: thank u to my pookie @soyeonsbabygirl for proof reading 🤗 first time writing for tzuyu, kinda nervy. i’ve had this idea in my head from the second i thought up this au. small issue that we’re going to fix with our imagination, as always: let’s pretend jyp is strict on hotel rooms and if the company placed/booked/whatever-the-balls two specific members in a room, they HAVE to the be ones who share it🙏idk if i’m lying ab the switch tags bc i think that’s what’s happening, but idk tbh. maybe if i feel generous in the future ill write a fic about how her and the reader ended up getting caught and what their punishment was. for now, much love and enjoy pookabutts😘

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“goodnight you two, don’t do anything you know you’re not supposed to.”

jeongyeon warns and gives you and tzuyu a kiss before walking to the door and shutting it behind her.

you and tzuyu are the best girls for your unnies, you never get in trouble. your notoriously great behavior has fully merited their trust, yet letting you two share a hotel room still seemed risky. everyone insisted that being alone with each other would be too tempting, but there was nothing they could do about it.

you both promised—specifically to jihyo that you would sleep on separate beds, and wouldn’t try anything, and you plan to follow through on that promise.

“are you tired?” tzuyu’s voice bellows throughout the room. “i guess.” you get up and lock the door before walking to the other bed. “well, goodnight.” tzuyu turns off her bedside lamp and lays down, draping the covers over herself.

“goodnight.” you do the same as her and get comfortable. you close your eyes, trying your best to clear your head, but you’re far too hyper-aware of the fact that she’s right next to you. you really wouldn’t dare disobey the others, but it’s all you can think about.

the minutes rush by and you still can’t manage to fall asleep, completely immersed in your less than holy thoughts about tzuyu. you toss and turn, but nothing works.

“y/n, are you asleep?” you hear a murmur in the dark and turn to face tzuyu’s bed. “no.” there’s a few seconds of awkward silence before tzuyu speaks up again.

“i know we said we wouldn’t, but do you want to sleep with me? i just feel so isolated.” you think about it for a second, you desperately want to say yes, but you know you can’t. “tzuyu…”

“please, they won’t find out. the door is locked and they have no other way of checking on us.” she is correct, there’s no way they can find out unless they enter the room, which they can’t do if the door is locked. and you always lock the door when you’re in a hotel; it wouldn’t raise any suspicion.

“okay…” you get up and walk to her bed, hesitantly joining her under the covers. you turn away from her, too scared that you won’t be able to control yourself if you face her. you both say goodnight again and the deafening silence returns.

falling asleep is significantly more difficult now that tzuyu is right next to you. you can feel the warmth emanating off her body and you want nothing more than to turn around and kiss her. you can also feel your own warmth stretching from your flustered cheeks to your aching core.

“i can’t sleep.” you’re jolted out of your trance of sorts by tzuyu turning on the light. you turn to look at her and she sits up against the headboard, so you do the same. “me neither.” you reply, trying to hide your reddened face.

“i’m bored.” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “me too.” you look around the room, trying to think of something else to continue the conversation. “you think the others are asleep?” she exhales before answering. “let’s think critically here, none of them can keep their hands off each other.” you look down at the floor. “yeah…”

you both sit without saying anything. having her so close but not being able to touch her how you want is absolute torture. you bite down on your thumb as a weak attempt to distract yourself, but it doesn’t work in the slightest.

you look over at her, head tossed back on the bed frame, eyes closed, and arms inside her shirt. you’ve never been one to make impulsive decisions, but your desire for her completely takes over.

“tzuyu…” you call out, inching closer to her. “wha-“

you crash your lips into hers, cutting off her sentence. the kiss is slow and sends heatwaves straight to your core. her lips feel amazing, you swear you’ll never be able to separate from them. you let your tongue wander inside her mouth and she gladly takes it in. you entangle it with hers, lifting your hand to cup her face.

she pulls away and you whine in frustration. “we can’t.” her actions greatly differ from her words; she tugs the collar of your shirt towards her and continues kissing you.

“why not?” you repeat the pattern of pulling away and going right back to the heated kiss every time either of you speaks. “we promised.” “they won’t find out,” you pause your sentence to keep tasting her “like you said, the door is locked.”

it appears you’ve fully convinced her as she pulls you closer and makes you straddle her. you let your hands get lost in her hair as she grabs your face.

you can already feel a pool of slick collecting on your underwear while you’re squirming on her lap. the air in the room suddenly feels hot and your clothes start feeling like a burden.

“take off your clothes.” you instruct, getting up to do the same. you toss your things to the side, not caring where it lands. you watch as tzuyu rips everything off and crawls to the edge of the bed to sit.

you admire her body with a smirk before pushing her down and getting on top of her. the truth is, neither of you has any experience with being in control, but you’ll have to make do.

“you’re so pretty.” you whisper in her ear, moving your mouth down to her neck. “you’re so pretty.” you kiss her chest, making sure not to leave any new marks that the others could notice.

you gradually move lower until you reach her tits. you take one of the into your mouth and she lets out a loud moan. you slap your hand over her mouth to shush her.

“nayeon and jeongyeon are right beside us, do you really want them to hear?” you take your hand off and she brings her own hand to her mouth, urging you to keep going.

your mouth goes back to her tit, sucking and biting it gently. her choked moans make your pussy drip, you can’t wait any longer. you replace your mouth with your hand and tap on her thigh. “can you spread your legs?” “mhm.”

she does so and you swing one of your own legs over one of hers so that your pussy is directly aligned with hers.

you look into her eyes waiting for approval to go on, but she just pushes your hips down instead, making your soaked cunt collide with hers. you almost scream out from the feeling, but bite down on your finger to stop yourself.

you gyrate your hips, twitching slightly every time your clits touch. “you’re so fucking hot.” tzuyu coos from beneath you and pulls you down to her lips. you moan and whine into her mouth, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

you no longer care in the slightest about how many rules you’re breaking, the only thing on your mind is how amazing tzuyu sounds.

“you feel so good, tzu.” your sentence comes out hurried and broken, the feeling of tzuyu’s pussy on yours messing with your senses. “hm, thank you.” an inebriating smile adorns her lips as she responds. one of her hands remains placed on your hip, pushing you down against herself. you lean back, resting your weight on your hands as you brush your hair back.

“faster.” she hums while digging her nails into your skin. you whine at the feeling and speed up, making tzuyu reflexively thrust her hips up.

“shit, don’t stop.” her back arches as she pleads with you. “i wouldn’t do that to us both.” you giggle and bend down to meet her lips.

you can feel your muscles beginning to contract and hold onto tzuyu’s hand against the mattress.

“i’m so close.” you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. “hm—me too.” hearing her weak whimper is all you need to reach your climax. you fiercely hold tzuyu’s hand as your hips shake, silencing your moans with her lips. you don’t stop until you see her body tense and she lets out a string of profanities with her orgasm.

when she completely finishes, you let yourself fall down on her chest, completely slumped. you both lay there panting without moving until your heart rates settle and you regain your composures.

“you’re incredible.” she traces your lips with her fingers and you look up at her. “i pay attention.” she laughs at you, pushing you off of her to get on top of you.

“it’s my turn to show you how well i pay attention.”

your eyes widen at her remark, you didn’t think she could sound any hotter, but somehow she does. she kisses down your neck, going past your chest and all the way to your stomach. she plants a kiss right above your core and your hips jerk forward.

she stands up and pats down the edge of the bed for you to sit. she then kneels in front of you, opening your legs with her hands. you can feel the slick pouring out of you, she looks absolutely ravishing on her knees for you.

she kisses your thighs as you stroke her hair with a smile on your face, completely drowning in how beautiful she looks.

she looks up at you and dips her tongue between your folds, already earning desperate moans from you. her tongue moves with great agility, sucking your clit and pushing into your entrance every time she passes it.

you give her feedback in the form of hushed whines and whimpers, still very aware of the people on the other side of the wall.

“does that feel good?" she asks in a sweet, innocent voice, the contrast between her actions and her inflection adding to your arousal.

you whine and arch your back slightly, pushing tzuyu’s face further into you. she chuckles as she lets go of your clit with an audible ‘pop.’

“y/n, answer my question.” she begs with the same tone and you look down at her, a dangerous glint painted on her eyes.

“hm,” your attempt at answering comes out as a moan and your cheeks redden as you feel tzuyu’s laugh against your pussy.

"i think,” you whimper into your own hand as she pushes her fingers inside you. “i think you can tell, ah fuck.” she mercilessly pumps her fingers in and out of you while her lips wrap around your clit.

it doesn’t take long for the edges of your vision to glow white, you orgasm hitting you without warning. you grab a fistful of tzuyu’s hair, holding her in place. she eagerly swallows every bit of sticky white fluid pooling out of you, allowing you to fully come back from your high.

you let go of her hair when you realize how hard you were holding onto it and she stands up. “i think i won.” she teases, coming closer to sit on your lap.

“oh, it was a competition? in that case, i think i’d like a rematch.”

[mixelation]

ummmm more parenthood 2, which is now titled "motherhood and other world-alerting endeavors"

i know i want to do a six year time skip, and also i want to keep the format of the first scene being naruto's POV, but im debating how i want to introduce what kushina has been up to. so..... idk, this might get rearranged

also i decided to kill hiruzen off last second so NO i do not know who hokage is!!!!

*****

“Um…” Naruto's dad said, looking around them. They were out in a forest, with trees skinnier than the ones Naruto was used to climbing around Konoha. There was the sound of birds, but no bustle of city life that Naruto was used to hearing when he went into the stretches of forest in Konoha. 

Minato’s grip on his hand tightened. “Dad?” Naruto asked. 

Minato grinned down at him, looking sheepish like he did whenever he was about to tell Naruto he’d accidentally burned part of dinner or that they had to go do boring work. 

“We might be a little lost,” Minato said. “Here, let’s take a water break, and I’ll figure out where we are.”

Naruto was pretty sure half the “water breaks” his dad made him take were just so Minato could figure out what to do next. During training, they occurred suspicious frequently after Naruto admitted he didn’t understand something about doing ninja stuff, and then his dad wouldn’t drink his own water and just frown into space like he was thinking really hard. 

Naruto took his water anyway. He was a little bit thirsty. His dad closed his eyes in concentration, which was new. 

When Minato didn’t immediately explain what was up, Naruto decided to make a game out of throwing his water canteen into the air and catching it. His first toss was really easy, so he threw it a little higher the second time. This one he fumbled a little but still caught. So then, he threw it as hard as he could, and it went sailing away from him. 

His dad snatched it out of the air. 

“Naruto, be careful with your things,” he said absentmindedly, tapping his chin in thought. 

Minato handed Naruto his water back, and Naruto rolled it in his hands. 

“My Hiraishin network,” Minato said slowly. “Is… still not right…”

“Hiraishin?” Naruto asked. Hiraishin was his dad's cool teleportation technique. Were they going to do it again?

“Remember how I put markers everywhere?” Minato asked, and Naruto nodded. “I can, um, sense where they all are. So, I know Konoha is two days south, but the network of markers is wrong for my Konoha, and it’s also wrong for your Konoha, and I think we’re in… Grass Country, for some reason.”

“Huh?” Naruto said. Basically all he understood was that his dad had messed up and stuck them in the wrong country. His dad didn’t seem panicked though, so Naruto wasn’t upset. 

Minato smiled down at him, and Naruto could basically see the gears in his head turning to try explaining it again to Naruto. His dad was kind of lousy at explanations the first time, but he always tried again and again until Naruto understood. Naruto liked that about him. 

But then, instead of explaining, Minato’s face suddenly went super serious. He scooped Naruto up into his arms, rotated, and threw a bunch of kunai into the trees. 

A woman jumped out of the trees. Naruto didn’t think his dad had been trying to hit her with the kunai at all, as she didn’t have to dodge or anything, and a bunch of the kunai went sailing into the branches of the trees. 

She had bright red hair tied up on top of her head, with a few strands down to frame her face. The red head hair made Naruto think of his mom, but this lady had a pointier chin and higher cheekbones, whereas Naruto’s mom had a round face like him. Her gray eyes went wide at the sight of the two of them. 

“What the fuck is this?” she swore. 

“Uh, hi!” Naruto’s dad greeted. “Umm, we’re just passing through… no need to fight or anything!”

The lady seemed really angry though, and she threw a kunai at them. Naruto wasn’t scared though, because his dad could dodge anything. And he did dodge— one second they were on the forest floor, and the next his dad was squatting in the tree branches behind the woman. 

Minato didn’t attack back. 

“Naruto, get on my back,” he murmured, and Naruto obediently crawled up and onto his back. 

The lady didn’t immediately jump up to attack them either. There were a bunch of gold chains on the ground when they’d been standing, and they disintegrated into dust as the woman whirled around. 

“You’re a decent copy, I guess,” the woman said. “Does this mean you idiots figured it out? Well, good job!”

She made the hand signal for release, and her face and hair changed shape. Her hair was only shoulder-length now, and her face rounder. Her eyes turned a darker shade of blue-gray. 

Then she leapt up, aiming a kick at them, and Minato absolutely did not dodge. 

xXx

Kushina was pissed. Instead of finding the normal team of Konoha-nin out to find her, she instead found some idiot pretending to be her late husband. As if that would work on her!

She and Kasumi were still trading off, going on these missions, and she was wearing Kasumi’s face just as she always did. She dropped it quickly. They must know it was really her, to send this despicable trick at her. 

Plus, she was going to kill him. The kid could go— why were they sending someone so little?— but this man was going to die. 

She wrapped his legs in chains, tying him to the tree branch he was squatting on and aimed a kick at his chest. She didn’t know how he had faked hiraishin, but she’d use this attack to monitor what he was doing without him being able to use the element of surprise. 

He didn’t dodge. His face had gone all pale and sweaty, his eyes wide with shock, and Kushina hit him dead in the stomach. He hunched over, and the the little boy looked up at her with big blue eyes, and Kushina wouldn’t hurt a kid that tiny, but she needed to steady her footing before she fell out of the trees, so she reached forward—

The man disappeared, leaving her chains behind. He reappeared two trees over, sticking himself to the trunk right over where one of his fake kunai had embedded in it. He was outright shaking as he doublechecked the little boy’s monkey-like grip on him. 

“W-wait, Kushina,” he started. “I’m… you…”

He hiccupped. 

Is this idiot crying? Kushina thought, eyes scanning the canopy for where else he’d tossed kunai. This was right out of Minato’s playbook, and also, how was he faking that? There was no point using her chains until she could figure that out.

“Dad?” the little kid asked, unafraid but clearly confused. 

An alarm went off in Kushina’s brain. The kid really did look like… except, no, this was a trick, another one of Konoha’s psychology ploys to make her come back. 

“Kushina,” the man said, and his voice sounded exactly like Minato, exactly the way he used to say her name.

She was, maybe, hyperventilating.  

“Stop it,” Kushina yelled. She grew her chains from the trees now, grabbing at the three pronged kunai. “He’s dead, you sicko! Just leave me alone!”

“No, no, let me explain,” the cruel fake spluttered. “Kushina, please—”

She grabbed at his arms and legs with her chains, and he teleported again, except she tossed all his marked kunai into a pile of the forest floor so she knew where he’d go. She dove at him, tangling him in chains again and aiming for his stupid fake face with her kunai. 

The fake Minato teleported about three inches back, right out of her chains, and grabbed at her wrists. He’d left the kid in the tree, clinging to a branch, and without the little boy to worry about, he fought her hand to hand. He didn’t seem to want to injure her, though, and Kushina had always been physically stronger than Minato, and this fight should have been hers, except her vision went completely blurry from tears. 

“Kushina,” the lookalike— the horrible mean trick— insisted, grasping her hands in his. “Kushina, listen to me.”

And then he recited his wedding vows to her, secret promises Minato had made to her in the privacy of their bedroom that weren’t for anyone else to hear. He said them with the same soft blue eyes he’d had the first time, the same wetness as tears welled in them, because Minato was a lot of things and one of those things was a crybaby. 

Kushina went limp in front of him. She did nothing to fight him as he spoke and held her hands with all the warmth they’d had when he’d held her for the first time, even though she knew this couldn’t be real. She didn’t deserve for this to be real. She stood there, frozen and useless as she’d been the day she lost him, listening to him explain time travel to her. She stared down at his hands. They were the same as before, the same size and shape and feel on her hands. 

And then she looked up, at the little boy now scaling down the side of the tree. The boy blinked back at her, with eyes as blue as the lookalike’s. His hair was the same as Minato, but his face… 

Kushina couldn’t breathe. 

“Dad, what’s going on?” the boy asked, jogging over to them. “Why does she look like mom?”

Mom, Kushina thought, sinking to her knees. 

“Hold on, Naruto,” the lookalike told the kid, and then he knelt down right with her in the underbrush. He re-explained time travel to the boy, slower and for a little kid’s mind, and Kushina barely processed anything he was saying because that was her son. 

“Kushina,” the lookalike interrupted her thoughts. His hand was firmly on her shoulder, holding her back. She’d reached for the boy. 

Kushina felt a brief flicker of anger. How dare anyone keep her from her son?

But he was right, wasn’t he? He was right the way Minato was always right when she worked herself up, a calm to her storm. Naruto was her son, but he didn’t know her. She couldn’t just grab for a child who didn’t know her. That could upset or confuse him. 

Kushina took a deep, shuddering breath. 

“Dad,” Naruto said, hopping from foot to foot nervously. “Is that… is she really…?”

Minato smiled at him, and it was like being able to breathe after six years of drowning. 

“That’s your mom, Naruto.”

Kushina could not just fling herself at a son who didn’t know her. But she straightened her back and threw her arms apart, letting him make the first move. If he didn’t want a hug, if he were shy or uncomfortable or afraid, she had to respect that, no matter how much she wanted to just hold her baby boy. She was going to love Naruto exactly how he needed to be loved. 

Naruto tackled her, his little arms flying around her shoulders. She wrapped her own arms around him, as tight as she dared, and his little legs went around her waist. She fell back on her butt with her energy, laughing. 

“You grew so big,” she laughed into his hair. 

“I’m six!” he said proudly into her shoulder, his face buried in the fabric of her shirt, his voice muffled and barely audible. “Going on seven!”

Kushina pulled him away, setting both her hands over Naruto’s cheeks. They were so pudgy, just like hers had been. Really, he had Minato’s hair, but the shape of his face was all hers. 

“Let me look at you,” Kushina said, drinking in the sight of him, finally letting her brain process what she’d seen before. Naruto’s eyes were the exact color of Minato’s, and his cheeks had cute little whiskers, just like Mito’s notes on the Kyuubi had said they would. He seemed a little small for six, but Minato had been a little pipsqueak until puberty too…. 

“Naruto,” Kushina said very gravely. “I can’t help it, you know. I love you.”

Naruto giggled, and she pulled him back against her chest for another hug. 

Minato hovered awkwardly over them, and Kushina didn’t know what to say to him, about this impossible miracle. She wanted, desperately, for him to wrap his arms around the both of them and tell her the last six years had just been a nightmare, and they could all go home to Konoha together. But she’d also read Tobirama’s theories on time travel. This wasn’t really her Minato or her Naruto. Naruto reacted like he’d never met her, but for all she knew, Minato and his Kushina had had years more together before something happened. 

She gave Naruto another little squeeze and looked up at Minato. He was crying too, even as he bent over them, because apparently every Minato was a giant pansy. 

“Um, sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes. “Are we being attacked right now?”

“Oh shit,” Kushina swore, on her feet in less than a second, Naruto still clutched in her arms. Right. Those guys. The guys she’d come out here to fight in the first place.  

“Mom said a bad word!” Naruto yelled, delighted. 

“Naruto, ignore that,” Kushina said, the words coming out of her mouth in a jumbled mess. Too many things were happening right now. She didn’t know how Minato would react to her being attacked by Konoha, or her explanation for it, and she didn’t want Naruto being exposed to violence so young—

Minato put himself between her and Naruto, back fully to her even with nearly seven years of distance, and Kushina felt the prick of tears at her eyes. He still trusted her. 

She wouldn’t make Minato fight Konoha-nin, and she wouldn’t let Naruto witness death before it was necessary. The second she had exact locations for her pursuers, she activated her bloodline limit with a twitch of her hand. Gold chains yanked them from the trees, wrestling them to the ground and pinning them down. There. Harmless and mostly unharmed. 

In front of her, Minato relaxed. 

“They’re Konoha?” he said, face swiveling around to look at her curiously. 

He didn’t look suspicious or upset. Just curious and a little confused. 

Kushina would have liked to break this to him more slowly, with more time to explain what had happened, and maybe not in front of Naruto. But she also wasn’t the type of person who backed down from tough conversations. 

“I left Konoha,” she said. Her voice sounded hollow in her own ears. “They disagreed with that.”

Minato frowned, and she could see fifty questions forming in his big brain. 

Before he could voice any of his questions, Naruto asked, “So this Konoha is evil too?”

Kushina stared down at him. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Minato pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your Konoha wasn’t evil, Naruto,” he said. 

“What do you mean?” Kushina repeated. Were this Minato and this Naruto from… different Konoha? How? Why was Naruto in an “evil” Konoha? He seemed okay, warm and solid in her arms, but she knew what Danzo had wanted to do to her, what any number of people might have done if Sarutobi’s protection had slipped—

“But they have to be evil if they’re fighting mom,” Naruto replied. “She’s a hero! You said!”

Kushina felt her bottom lip quiver. Her? A hero of Konoha? No way. 

Naruto pressed his cheek against her shoulder again, making some face up at Minato that she couldn’t see. Whatever Naruto’s expression, it made all of Minato’s serious attitude collapse in a little smile. 

“Okay,” Minato said, his eyes meeting Kushina’s. They’re as blue as Naruto’s. “What are you going to do with them?”

“I was…” Kushina’s hand went up, cupping the back of Naruto’s head. He was big enough to be in the Academy, so he was big enough to hear this, at least. “I was going to kill them.”

She met Minato’s eyes grimly. She had no idea what his context was, she realized, but he was wearing his Hokage cloak. She assumed he’d probably argue with her over this, but she wasn’t going to lie to him or pretend to be ashamed. She left Konoha for good reasons, and Konoha disagreed, and now every once in a while she had to kill Konoha-nin over it. 

Minato spun a kunai in his hand, and Kushina refused to look nervous about it. 

“Alright,” he said, smile broadening. “Naruto, you remember our conversation about this, right?”

Kushina watched, stunned, as Minato turned back around, to face the four ninja she’d caught. A second later, they were dead. No further questions asked; Kushina had said something, and Minato had gone along with her. 

“But…” Kushina started.

“I assume if you left, there’s something wrong in Konoha,” Minato said. The kunai disappeared, and he turned back to her. “Let me guess— Danzo?”

“No, I… I killed Danzo,” Kushina said flatly. 

To her surprise, Minato laughed. 

[nvoirs]

Idk if u do smut but imagine being leons coworker that he flirts with and like, he spots you at a bar??? Like him walking up to u and offering to buy you a drink???? Idk if this makes sense my brain kinda just jumbles my thoughts

Disclaimers: F.O.S (field operations support) is the same sub area Hunnigan works, basically reader is an operator, fingering, missionary.

Note: So I was originally not going to do this request as I have something similar here (It's not the best though, because It was my second ever work written) but I just went ahead with it. And btw my whole account is smut lmaooo.

An ice cold drink and a comfy place to sit was just what you needed. After a long and exhausting day at the F.O.S telling relevant information to random agents you’ll never speak to again.

You smirked as you picked up the glass in your hand, shaking the ice that clinked inside as you thought of that one particular agent.

Leon was definitely something. He was outgoing with his flirting remarks that you had just assumed he was single. Maybe you’d shoot your shot one day, who knows?

But that’s when you remembered you had some important files that needed to be sent off to your boss before you got chewed up and spat out. Groaning you buried your face in your hands.

Someone called your name making you turn confused as to who would be here that you knew at this time of night.

Speak of the devil, that it was none other than Leon himself. You called out a hey and waved him over as he sat done in the chair opposite you.

“Why’re you all alone here, pretty girl?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the side. “Pretty girl? I’m nothing but that right now today was so hectic. My job consists of yelling at dumbasses who half the time ignore my words.” You rubbed your temples, eyes rolling at the thought.

“Well I guess I’m one of those dumbasses, huh?”

“Oh I didn’t mean you Leon… you're definitely not a dumbass. I actually enjoy working with you.” You mumbled the last part but he heard it.

“Oh yeah you do? I mean all the ladies who assist me do so why don’t I buy you a drink?”

He leaned his elbow against the wooden table, chin in hand waiting for your answer.

“Not that I don’t like you Leon, but I don’t think I should drink anymore because I have to drive home.” You rambled.

He was so close, you could feel the effects of his words on your flushed skin. He looked infatuated with you, you weren’t sure why. Why? You were extremely boring, you had nothing to offer but you didn’t want to let go of Leon.

Maybe you could make him yours just for tonight?

And maybe you were both tipsy and you’d both wake up tomorrow morning and realise this was a mistake. Somehow you shared a sweet kiss while still sitting at the table, his hand held yours as he just couldn’t get enough of your addictive taste.

Don’t ask how you made it home, but with a little surprise of Leon on the side. As soon as you fumbled for your keys, feeling Leon nuzzle into the nape of your neck, hands tight around your waist shivering at the warmth that rushed through you as he pressed you to the now closed door making out with you harder.

Rougher, faster and stronger. You pushed him to your bedroom door and he groaned at the sight of your bed. What a lucky man, getting to fuck you straight in your bed. A private space where you had masturbated to the thought of him so many times that you’d lost count.

Call yourself a pervert, but you knew Leon was definitely doing the same. Why had you waited this long for this? You were missing out and you gripped onto Leon’s arms as he pulled down your jeans, seeing the white underwear you had on.

So thin. So delicate. Easy to rip and that’s what he did. The lack of sheer control had gotten to Leon’s head. Pulling the now ripped panties of your bare legs, inhaling them deeply like a perverted teen he tossed them aside as he spread your legs wider.

“You're so wet, did I do this?”

You nodded moaning as Leon rubbed a finger from your clit to your hole, the friction was building and all you wanted was for him to bury his thick fingers inside you. To make you his, and have you screaming his name.

But this didn’t feel like one of those cliché one night stands you see on tv.

No. This was romantic in a way. You felt the passion coursing through the part where your bodies met. Where he was fully sheathed inside your warm, wet cunt.

Huffing above you he looked like an angel that had fallen from the heavens. An angel that made out with you under the moonlight his name falling from your lips like a prayer over and over again.

100% was not thinking of og re4 in this case..

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

hi okay so idk if your reqs are open rn (if not oops im really sorry) but pls plsplspls could you do svt with a socially exhausted introverted s/o (just coups if not svt) (this is totally not based on me and how absolutely tired i am of social gatherings) please only do it if you are inspired and have time! Dont force yourself!!! Also lysm youre doing great

ABSOLUTELY I will do this for you (also hi very rude of you to call me out like this, i am ur resident socially exhausted/overstimulated introvert gf) but since you brought up cheol I can't stop thinking about it for him and it fits so well! so here you go my lovely!! so: cheol with his socially exhausted s/o, or you can't filter your thoughts when you're peopled out and accidentally tell seungcheol you want to marry him (and maybe have his kids) gn reader, this is all meant to be comforting and cute, there are mentions of gambling at the beginning, pet names are used (baby, honey).

It's seven in the evening and Seungcheol has to settle a bet.

"Sorry guys. It's over." He throws in his cards, tosses some spare bills onto the table, and grabs his coat while the other boys groan.

"You owe me $50," Vernon says in English to Joshua, who shakes his head in disappointment.

Seungcheol decidedly will not be telling you about how the guys had bet how long you'd be able to last at your social engagement before texting him to come get you. Almost nobody had had any faith in you, and Seungcheol privately hoped they were right because you'd been so busy lately and he'd been missing you, but he knew that you'd be grumpy about people betting against you.

He's almost giddy, skipping to his car and humming along to the music as he drives to come pick you up, but that all changes when he sees you. Normally, not even your introverted nature can keep you from lighting up when you saw Seungcheol, but all you can manage is a tired smile and a wave as he pulls up to the curb where you're waiting.

"Hey baby," you call to him as he hops out of the car to open your door. "How was game night?"

"Boring," he says, wrapping you up in a hug, partially because it's true and partially because he knows how guilty you'll feel if he tells you he was enjoying himself and you pulled him away. (Never mind the fact that he'd leave his own presidential inauguration just to pick up a flower you liked.)

Seungcheol feels you slump against him, and he chuckles. "Tired?"

"You have no idea." This has been a busy and demanding work week for you, not to mention that your family recently moved closer to spend more time with you, and while you're very close, your sometimes demanding social battery is drained, leaving you exhausted, more irritable and emotional than normal, and prone to long episodes of dissociation in public. Even now, you can feel yourself begin to tear up. "I'm sorry for stealing you away."

He sighs, exasperated. "Let's get my baby home to rest."

He keeps one of his hands in yours as he drives. "Thanks for coming to get me," you say as you lean against the side of his car.

"Of course, honey," he says, keeping his eyes on the road. "Thanks for calling me."

If there's one thing Seungcheol will always do for you, it's unconsciously erase all of your anxiety around being a burden. It was one of the reasons it was so easy for you to be around him -- you felt so safe with him. He never made you feel like any favor you asked of him was too much, and he always made it seem like such a privilege to love you the way he did, without you ever even having to say anything. It's this thought that has you smiling at his profile, watching him as he drives until he gives you an uneasy look. "Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes," you reply easily. "You're a fine man, Choi Seungcheol."

"Did you drink tonight?" he asks.

You swat his arm. "No, I'm just too tired to filter my thoughts. And my thoughts are saying that you're really pretty."

"You are pretty," he says quietly, smiling to himself. "But thanks."

"You're welcome," you say, settling back into the seat and closing your eyes.

By the time you arrive home, you're feeling calmer and less scattered. After parking in the driveway, Seungcheol comes around the side of the car to open your door again. "Can I carry you inside?" he asks hopefully.

"Now?" He's been asking this since you moved in together. "I'm okay, really."

"You look reeeeeeeeeeeally tired," he begs. "What's the point of all this gym stuff if not to carry you across the threshold of our shared residence?"

"Save it for the wedding night, Seungcheol," you tell him, and then the both of you freeze.

Because really, that is the reason you haven't let him yet. Of course, you hadn't planned on telling him that until much, much later, but once again, your social battery being on 5% has gotten you into trouble.

But Seungcheol doesn't seem worried -- in fact, he seems kind of...proud? "Okay," he says staunchly, his chest puffed out. "I will save it for the wedding night. Amazing idea, baby."

You groan as you take his hand to let him help you out of the car. "Forget I said that."

"Not a chance," he says. "Don't worry though. I know you're tired, so I'll wait until tomorrow to ask you about wedding colors."

"Shut up," you giggle.

Seungcheol ushers you into the house and locks the door behind him, following you into the living room where you collapse on the couch. He laughs at the way your face is smushed into the couch cushions before padding into the bathroom and starting the water. You listen as he bumps around the bathroom, too tired to move your head to look at him, but a few minutes later he comes into the living room and crouches beside your face. "Come on, honey," he says quietly, his eyes overwhelmingly kind.

So you take his offered hand and let him lead you into the bathroom, where there is a candlelit bath with rose petals waiting for you. "Is the water okay?" he asks, a little nervous as you test it with your finger.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

"You're perfect," he says softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your nose. "I'll be waiting in bed for you."

Seungcheol closes the door quietly behind him as he leaves the room. You, for your part, are once again wondering where you found a man like him as you strip down and slip into the warm water, letting yourself fully unwind for the first time in a week.

You stay in the bath for nearly an hour, but it pays off -- you leave feeling much less frazzled and drained. You're still tired, though, and you're sure Seungcheol can see it on your face as you enter your shared bedroom clad in your pajamas, because he opens up the covers he's already under and motions for you to come into his arms.

You comply, nuzzling your head into his chest like a cat with its favorite patch of carpet, and he brings a broad hand up to cradle the back of your neck -- the spot where he knows you get your tension headaches, which he massages for you on days like today.

"Feeling better?" he asks softly, kissing your forehead.

"Yeah," you say. "Thanks."

You just lay there quietly for awhile, relishing the feel of his hand rubbing firm circles into your neck. You appreciate that he refrains from asking about your night, knowing you may need some time to process before you'll be ready to talk about it. But you know he's wondering, so you decide to give him something, even if it's not much. "It was really fun," you tell him. "It's just been a long week."

"I know, baby." He kisses your forehead again. "I'm impressed with you for going and for how long you stayed. And it's good progress that you called me before you got too overstimulated."

You chuckle. "It was either come home or start throwing things and maiming people."

"You made the right choice," Seungcheol says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

The moment is so perfect you want to freeze it in time: this man with his arms around you, in the low light of the bedside lamp, and the way you can just be around him without any demands. Your damaged filter, on the other hand, has other plans. "I don't know what I'll do when our kids just want me to be around all the time," you worry aloud.

Seungcheol's arms tighten around you. "Our kids?" he asks quietly, and you cringe.

"I'm exposing myself majorly tonight," you say.

"No, no, it's alright," he says, obviously trying to conceal how gleeful he is. "This version of you is...something else. I really like it."

"I'm sure you do," you grumble, but you muster the strength to look him in the eye. "Just so long as we're on the same page, I don't really mind you knowing I want to marry you and have your kids."

"We are most definitely on the same page," Seungcheol states firmly, leaning down a bit to kiss you. "I was on that page forever ago, so I'm glad you finally caught up."

And as he kisses you again, you think that as long as you've got him to love you whether or not you're capable of controlling your thoughts, any potential bumps in the road you might experience will be alright.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy! Hand her over II😱😱😱

I see Omi as a very loving & doting husband. So i think Mikey will probably say some shit like you're too old to satisfy your wife (let's say his wife is younger than him) -spoiler that's not true

Or i see Omi or Koko to make a wrong desicion that was possibility cause Bonten some trouble. They managed to handle it, so Mikey probably demand to sleep with wife as a punishment.

Mochi - maybe his wife didn't know he was part of Bonten or Mikey just thought that his wife is too pretty for someone like him,so decided to feed his ego that not only Mochi can sleep with that gorgeous girl.

Or another idea, idk who exactly, but like drunk Bonten played a poker and the looser should give Mikey one wish (like they didn't know what he will ask for)

Anyway, can't wait for this work, it's amazing

THANK YOU OH MY GOD

THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING IDEAS

(Original requestor was @galactict3a so I'm adding them in this request!)

Hand Her Over II: Hajime Kokonoi/Takeomi Akashi/ Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: nsfw, dark content (gun themes, assault) Be forewarned all who read!

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost

It all starts with one little request. One small, simple question.

Takeomi Akashi

Takeomi's cigarette bobs in his mouth before he exhales, pulling the cheap tobacco and paper filter away from his face. Mikey is staring at him as if he'd asked Takeomi to borrow his right shoe, which - now that he thinks about it - he'd be hesitant to give him that, too.

"Y/n is not really keen on things like that," Takeomi mutters, placing his cigarette in the ashtray carefully. He stubs it out and then looks back up at Manjiro's empty gaze. "She's only ever been with me, so I'm going to have to decline on her behalf."

The look Mikey gives him is bored, but he persists. "She hasn't been with a younger man?" Takeomi frowns. "She's stuck with an old man for a lover. Shouldn't we see who the better one is?" Pride is something Takeomi tossed away long ago, but he feels it creeping back up at those words. "If I win this game," Manjiro whispers, placing a card in the burn pile. He doesn't even need to continue.

"No," Takeomi mutters back. "You won't. And she won't."

Takeomi thought he played a good game. He thought he would win. He really did.

"Baby," he whispers, scrubbing his coarse thumbs over your cheeks. "It's okay."

"Omi," you whimper, your glossy lips pursed into a pout. "I don't want to."

"I know," he replies, looking over your head at the aloof boss standing just off center. "But it's just one night." Even as the words come out, Takeomi can't believe he's saying something so heinous. Why would he allow his wife to be claimed by such a careless brat?

You look back at Mikey, and your entire body shivers. Mikey isn't really focused on you; he's more interested in his dorayaki. But even so...

"He's like a kid," you breathe, and tears come to your eyes. You don't get a chance to scrub them away before Takeomi is pressing you into his chest and letting you smear your makeup all over his shirt.

"Fuck this," he mutters. "Mikey, the deal's off. She doesn't want to." Manjiro looks up and frowns. He swallows before addressing Takeomi with that flat voice he likes to use when he tries to intimidate people.

"You'll give her to me or suffer the consequences." Takeomi moves you behind him protectively and proudly proclaims,

"Fuck you. You're not even half of what Shinichiro was if you think you can throw your weight around like this."

Something in Mikey changes, and Takeomi sees the switch flip. He has no time to move. Before you can stoop to help your husband, he's crouched over, the swift kick to the gut rendering him useless. He moans in pain, but Mikey's not done.

Takeomi isn't sure when the beating began or ended. All he knows is that he's in a lot of pain on the penthouse floor and at some point, he blacked out.

When he comes to though, you're bent over the couch, and Mikey has a fistful of hair in one hand. In the other, he's holding a gun to your head and huffing something Takeomi can't make out.

"...look at him..." Mikey mutters, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Look at how weak he is. Do you want a man like that? Hm?"

Takeomi's whole body is on fire, and he can barely get up, but when he hears your reply, he's rendered absolutely useless. You stare at him with tears collecting on your lashes and running down your bruised face and whimper,

"No, no."

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi laughs at Manjiro, then leans back in his seat leisurely. "I don't have a wife." Mikey stares back at him with a look that says he doesn't believe him, but Koko steeples his fingers and shrugs. "Tough luck."

"No wife," Mikey replies coldly. "Not even..."

"Don't." Kokonoi snaps, squinting his eyes. "Don't you dare mention him."

"I wasn't." The him they're referring to isn't in the room - he's not even in the same city currently - and Mikey sits down in the chair across from Koko's desk.

"Your... beard." It takes a minute for Kokonoi to get it, but when he does, he leans forward.

"She's not going to agree to be your plaything."

"Why? Is she too busy with Inu--" Kokonoi gets up and reaches across the desk, grabbing Mikey's shirt roughly.

"Listen, you slimy fuck, leave them out of this." Mikey glances up at Koko's reddened face and smirks, catching on to the plot a little quicker than he had anticipated. Koko clears his throat quickly and lets Mikey's shirt go, regaining his composure with a slow brush of his fingers over his white hair. Koko's thin fingers work to straighten his shirt, and then he stands up, exhaling sharply.

"If that's all you came in here to ask for, then you're not going to get it. Have a good evening, Manjiro."

Mikey gives him a lingering stare that seems to drag on for ages, but he finally gets up and leaves, shutting the office door behind him. Kokonoi stands at his desk for a brief moment to let the man fully disappear, then he scrambles for the phone in his desk drawer.

With shaking fingers, he dials the first number he knows by heart, and when he hears the voice that answers, a sigh of relief washes over him.

"You and y/n need to get out of the house... don't ask questions, Inupi. Just go. You know where the safe house is." Kokonoi hangs up, snapping the phone closed, and he gathers a couple of necessary items from his desk before heading toward the door.

He doesn't have long, but if all went to plan, he wouldn't need time. He'd just need his money, the passports, and a bit of luck.

Kanji Mochizuki

"You haven't told her, have you?" The muffled shouts echo in the large room, coming from both you and your husband. The orchestrator of the events stands before you, examining your face with a look in his eye that's unmistakable.

You'd seen it many times before - the look of hunger and lust - thanks to your short career as a runway model. Short, because you married Mochi, not because you weren't beautiful. Mochi never looked at you with the unbridled need to dominate you, nor did he have the capacity to bend you to his will.

But it seems he worked for people who did.

"Mochi," the man murmurs, looking away from you for a brief second. "You should have told her what happens to pretty girls who snoop around."

Mochi strains to scream past the duct tape over his mouth, but it's futile. Just as futile as tugging on the ropes that have you bound. A cloth gag is in your mouth, and any person with two brain cells could decipher why.

"Answer me this," the dead-eyed man states, stooping down to look at you. "Do you know what Bonten is?"

You do, but you shake your head 'no,' as a tear slides down your face.

"No?" The man blinks and trails a finger down your cheek, following its path with his lips. "He's a good husband for protecting you, isn't he?" You nod.

"He shouldn't have to watch this, should he?" You hesitate. "Or should he be rewarded for keeping secrets?" You choke out a sob, more tears sliding down your face. "The great Kanji Mochizuki," the man announces as if he were a ringmaster. "Brought to his knees by the one and only Manjiro Sano." Manjiro. You know that name. He squats in front of Mochi and roughly removes the tape from his mouth. Mochi is already spitting curses at him, shaking with rage at the sight of his boss lording over him.

"I'd watch your tongue," Manjiro warns. "Someone might feel the urge to take it out of your mouth." Mochi gathers up as much spit as he can in a millisecond and hocks it at Manjiro with enough force that it lands on his shoe. You tremble with fear. This could be the end.

"And with that," Manjiro mutters, standing. "I've changed my mind." Your eyes widen, but Manjiro places more duct tape over Mochi's mouth. "I don't want your sloppy seconds." Preliminary relief floods through your veins as you slump down, thanking whatever god was looking down at the moment.

"But I know someone who does." You stiffen and look up, just as a pink-haired man appears from the shadows, smiling widely. Your body feels like ice as soon as his gaze sweeps over you.

The scream Mochi emits past the duct tape is just as haunting.

[leiflitter]

about our saltburn boys, idk in what universe/timeline but i'd like to hear about their first proper date from you 🖤

So I am doing a minor bend on this prompt because at this point it's always the YAH!canon but look. Can you blame me? And if you want to read their INTERRUPTED first actual romantic date in YAHcanon, then behold:

Also, to the assorted Saltburnites out there... Feel free to send me art prompts, ficlet prompts, headcanon prompts, YAH questions... Whatever you want, I love answering em!

OXFORD, 2007.

Felix had a suspicion. It was one of those little niggly ones that you couldn't quite put your finger squarely on; a hunch, that was the word, and he'd been tossing it around in his head for long enough to want to act on it.

Oliver was, clearly, inexperienced.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Olls had clearly spent too much time studying, and had neglected his social education. Felix couldn't blame him- after all the stories about his parents, Ollie not being a Casanova was pretty much par for the course. If he had gotten a girlfriend back up in Liverpool, then where could he have taken her? Welcome to my house, it's full of rats and used needles would send any decent lass running in the opposite direction.

Ollie probably needed a girlfriend, too, just for a little bit. It'd be a learning experience. Even better, he and Oliver could go on double-dates with whoever his flavour of the week was. Felix's code of ethics regarding relationships was fairly... Lackadaisical, true, but he had morals. So, yes, he'd shag a girl and be her boyfriend until she got boring, but really... What did they expect? He wasn't about to look for a Future Lady Blabla Catton until at least third year, but this was groundwork. He wanted to find out which girls were the most bearable- and if he didn't go out with them, then how would he know? Besides, there were some right nutters out there. The ones who said I love you after a week, or went all doolally when he called it quits. Or ended up, well... Felix didn’t dwell on that, though. It wasn't his fault; if he blamed himself for everything other people did, then he'd never get out of bed in the morning.

Back to the matter at hand. Oliver Quick's love life, or lack thereof.

Oliver, inexperienced with the fairer sex; happy enough to shag 'em but not confident enough to bag 'em. Besides, he had it on good authority that Ollie wasn't shagging properly. He'd been eavesdropping, yes, but that meant it was far more likely to be true.

Oliver Quick? We hooked up... Well, sort of, he went down on me for ages, I think he was too drunk to get it up, but...

Why else would you do that, other than avoiding the main event? There was nothing in it for Oliver; Felix was a devotee to the snog, finger, fuck pipeline for a reason, and it was mostly because if he had his hand up a girl's skirt, she'd be giving him a little action through his jeans. Quid pro quo- and if she blew him, well, that was her choice, wasn't it? Didn't mean he had to venture down south and get his face all slimy.

Felix didn’t want to ask Ollie if he was a virgin, but he definitely wasn't fucking before Felix took him under his wing. Again, it wasn't bad, just... The first time was always a big deal, and Olls probably wanted to have an actual connection or something girly like that. Farleigh had agreed, slyly, smirking all over his face when Felix had asked for a second opinion. Farls seemed to think of it as somehow insulting; Felix almost thought it oddly nice. Ollie took things seriously, that was all. He probably wanted to do it for the first time with someone he loved.

That made Felix feel a little nauseous, but why wouldn't it? All that mushy stuff triggered his gag reflex. Besides, Felix didn’t want Olls to get all long term committed. He just wanted Oliver to get his dick wet, because he was a good friend and hated anyone missing out. Oxford was heaving with skirt; he didn't want Olls to have a reputation as an overly-licky limp noodle.

Said noodle was trying to focus on an essay while Felix lay on his bed and slowly deconstructed his crisp packet in the hope of finding some more crumbs of salt hidden in the creases. He jammed a finger into his mouth; nothing, more's the pity, and Felix let the packet fall to the floor as he wiped his greasy hands on his jeans. "Olls."

Ollie was ignoring him, but he was sitting a little straighter. Felix rolled over, resting his chin on his hands. "Ollie-Ollie-Oliver, earth to Oliver, s'terrible manners to ignore your host, mate..."

"Just lemme finish this sentence, Felix, then I'm all yours." Oliver lowered his head determinedly, pen scratching against his notebook.

"Oliver Quick, I know how long your sentences can be. You'll get semi-bloody-colons involved, and I want to ask you something."

Oliver sighed, put the pen down, then gave a cursory glance behind him before flopping to Felix's grubby carpet. From this angle his weird eyes looked awfully big; Felix smiled down at him, the plan firm in his mind. Train Ollie up, turn him into a proper Romeo by the start of second year, and then they'd have loads of fun. "Would you like to go on a date, Oliver?"

Ollie's face screwed up. "Y'wha?"

"Fuck off, not like that, mate, I'm not bent. But I bet you've never ever been on a date before, yeah?" Felix was using his most reasonable voice. "It's like Rocky. A training montage."

"I don't want to date, Felix. Got enough on my plate as is." Oliver was still all scrunched-looking. "I'm fine as I am. No montage needed."

"And that attitude is exactly why you need my help." Felix pushed himself up, crawling off the bed to jab Oliver's ribs with one bare foot. "C'mon. Off you trot, put on something nice. I'll pay- fucking starving, up for Chinese?"

Oliver went all floppy, like a recalcitrant toddler, before nodding, slowly hauling himself upright. "Fine. But only for free food. Don't get any ideas."

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Felix thought that Ollie might only have one nice shirt. It wasn't even a decent nice shirt, that blue plaid thing, but Felix had excellent manners. He'd smiled as Oliver begrudgingly opened his dorm room door. Now, seated across from each other at a two-person table, Felix was going to teach Oliver how to carry on a polite dinner conversation.

"I have to say, Ollie, the colour of that shirt really brings out your eyes." Felix shoved another complimentary prawn cracker into his mouth, giving Oliver his most attentive smile. Ollie took a swig of his beer, nodding slowly.

"Thank you, Felix. You look... You look lovely, too." That was coupled with a very grim little smile, and Felix shook his head.

"I told you, Olls, you've got to pretend I'm, y'know, a fit bird. Not me. Try it again, mate, with feeling this time."

Oliver sighed, loudly, before reaching over and putting his hand on Felix's wrist. The eye contact went from fleeting to intense so quickly Felix felt as if he'd been pinned to some metaphysical wall; Oliver smiled at him, dimples puckering his cheeks, going all squinty and bright. "You look lovely tonight, Felix."

"Oh." Felix blinked, and the glow faded from Ollie as he withdrew his hand, returning to his usual, friendly little self. "Christ. No, you- you've got that down, mate. Good job."

It was a good thing Felix wasn't a girl, else he'd have gone all giggly and flustered; a result which meant there was nothing Felix could teach. A shame, really, but after that it definitely felt a lot safer having dinner as mates.

[tulip-simp-artist]

Too Hot (Cove x Riley)(NSFW)

It's a hot day in Sunset Bird and Cove is a bit bored in the heat. A text and picture from his boyfriend gets him more worked up than it should.

I use they/them pronouns for Riley in this. Takes place during Step 3, so both are 18. You could probably replace Riley's name with your MC's if you want to read to that way.

Warning(s): Idk, Cove masturbating...

Word Count: 1169 (hehehe)

   Cove starred up at the ceiling from his spread out position on his bed, which had been stripped of all its blankets. It was far too hot and stuffy to even question laying on the blankets; nevermind being under the blankets. Groaning to himself, Cove reached for his phone. Time was passing slowly and he didn’t have work today either.

   On his phone, there were few messages from Miranda and Terri in the group chat. Reading through a few of them, it didn’t seem like anything Cove needed to respond to immediately. He moved on to his private messages with Riley, smiling to himself just seeing Riley’s name in his contacts. He typed up a quick message to his boyfriend. Cove was bored and text was probably the only thing that didn’t feel so exhausting.

Cove: Hey, what are you up to?

Cove: If you’re up to anything given this heat

   Luckily, Cove didn’t wait long for Riley to respond and his face lit up at seeing those three dots.

Riley: Eh– 🤷

Riley: Yeah I’m not doing much here. Just laying in bed reading

   No surprises there, that’s always what Riley does on overly hot days. Cove started typing to ask what his boyfriend was reading this time around, only to stop when Riley sent a picture. Cove smiled and felt his heart flutter as he looked at the selfie of Riley. Sure, there was nothing different about this picture than any other picture he had of them. Still it made Cove happy.

   Though Cove did take notice of something… off? The fabric of their chest didn’t have connecting sleeves, leaving Riley’s neck and shoulders bare except for a necklace. The fabric also reminded Cove more of a blanket than any shirt or dress Riley owned. He ultimately concluded that it was Riley’s blanket.

Cove: I know you like layers, but isn’t it a bit warm for a blanket?

   It was mostly a teasing text, though if Riley seriously thought they needed a blanket in this heat….

Riley: Hahaha very funny Cove

Riley: It is too hot, to the point I took off my shirt a while ago. Figured sending you a picture of my tits without warming might not go well lol

   Rereading that message for the third time, Cove’s mind continued to wander into dangerous territory. He didn’t need a mirror to know how red his face was at that moment. The only conclusion he came to was that right now his boyfriend was shirtless. Being so caught up in his head, Cove nearly missed Riley’s next texts.

Riley: Oh–

Riley: Shit, I’m so sorry Cove

Riley: I didn’t think before sending that!

Riley: Just uh– ignore I said anything

   How can he ignore that now?! If he thought it was hot in his room before— well, now he might as well die from the heat. The strain in his pants wasn’t helping. Cove knew he shouldn’t be thinking of Riley like this… it’s rude? Maybe? Creepy was probably a better descriptive. But he couldn’t help it! His dick had a mind of its own and his own brain was fried from the heat and this new knowledge Riley accidentally gave him.

Riley: I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable Cove

Riley: That was NOT my intention 😢

   He wasn’t uncomfortable— well his erection paired with the heat— but that probably was not what his boyfriend was referring to. Cove shakenly held his phone trying to type out a message to calm Riley’s anxiety.

Cove: No–

Cove: I mean I’m good

Cove: Just a little… stunned?

   Cove turned off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed. He– he needed a minute. To decide what to do. This erection wasn’t going anywhere if he did nothing, especially if he thought kept running wild like this. Cove knew his dad wasn’t home, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours. That’d be more than enough time for him to deal with… his problem.

   Cove sighed as he resigned himself to his new fate. Because he was not going to walk around with his body all worked up over WORDS! Riley hadn’t even actually sent him a picture of their breast and he was still all worked up. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he was over his own reaction.

   Frustrated, Cove pulled down his shorts and underwear enough to release his dick from the confines of his clothes. It stood fully erect and painfully hard. He groaned and questioned mentally if he was really going to do this… if he was being honest he’d definitely masturbated before. He just usually tried to keep Riley out of his direct thoughts when he did. (he didn’t usually succeed, but he was trying!)

   His hands shook and felt so sweaty as he grabbed the base of dick. A breathy moan left his lips as he started up slow strokes. Cove didn’t expect it to feel better than any other time he did this? He wasn’t doing anything different… except thinking of his boyfriend in the most deplorable ways he could. What would Riley think if they knew what Cove was doing?

   He didn’t hold in any of his moans as used his thumb to rub his tip and started spreading the precum down the side of his dick. Without much thought, Cove’s hand moved a bit faster; the other gripped the one piece of fabric still on his bed, his sheets. Cove through the side of his face into his pillows as he gripped his aching dick a bit harder. His mind wondered what it would feel like to lay his face on Riley’s breast…. He felt guilt of thinking like that, but also undeniable pleasure at the thought. His dick twitched as Cove thought more and more about his boyfriend’s breast.

   He felt a moment of shame as he got closer to his orgasm, but he didn’t let it stop him. A few more frantic, quick, strokes and several moans in between, and Cove reached the needed climax. Cumming over his chest/shirt that had rid up as he had been jacking off. Groaning once more, he buried his face back into his pillows; not caring how sweaty he was or the heat in the room. The embarrassment was too much and he decided to lay there for a few more moments before he’d start cleaning himself up.

   Cove knew he likely wouldn’t be looking Riley in the eyes for days. Maybe he should pick up a few more shifts at work to avoid them easier. Less he die of guilt and embarrassment on the spot. Bonus: Riley curled up on their side as they kept replaying what they texted Cove. They truly didn’t mean to admit that. The blanket being the whole point to avoid telling Cove it. Yet here they had fucked that up and contemplated throwing their phone at the wall; as if that would erase the evidence.

[louisvuittontrashbags]

Hi there! First, I love all of your fanfic, seriously. I love it how it makes me feel I'm there for real :D thanks for all the great job. I know it's been a while though, but I really have no way to get to a story I'm dying to read, it's a fanfic about Prompto sexting with his S/O I found in the Dirty FFXV Confessions blog. AFAIK is not listed in the Masterlist of this site and when I go to the other, it always tells me the content is restricted (I did try to unlock it but it wont work)

Idk when this ask even came in, but since UTW is basically lost to Tumblr Explicit Hell I had to dig deep into my documents to find this one. So I'll just repost it for you if you're still out there, anon!

Could i get a scenario where prompto’s SO is sexting him while they’re in the regalia with the bros? when they finally reach the hotel, prom cant hold back any longer- things get nsfw from there ;)

You look around the car, bored out of your skull and desperate for something to take your mind off of the mind-numbingly dull journey home. Another 30 minutes left… ugh. Gladio has fallen asleep to your right with his book over his face, and Noctis snoozes quietly with his head leaning against the window. Prompto is nearly asleep himself in the front seat, but you can see him clutching his phone. A naughty thought enters your mind, and you settle on your entertainment for the remainder of your car ride. You pull your phone out and begin to compose a text, muting the sound so as not to give yourself away.

Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.

You hit send and wait. Prompto’s phone buzzes quietly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He stretches for a moment, then unlocks his phone. You can see his lips moving as he reads silently. He chances a look back at you, then looks away immediately. You can see a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. His fingers fly as he texts you back. A few moments later, his response appears on your phone’s lock screen.

Yeah?

You squint at your phone. …yeah? Is that the best he’s got? Time to turn it up. You grin to yourself as you write your response.

Yeah… I’ve been thinking about going down on you all day. I miss the feeling of your cock in my mouth… your hands in my hair… the sounds you make when I take you all the way to the back of my throat…

Prompto’s phone buzzes again, and this time he carefully angles the screen of his phone away from Ignis. His body posture stiffens, as though he’s trying extremely hard to look casual. He puts his cell down for a moment, then glances at it again out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he manages to compose a response with one hand, all while doing his best to look as bored as possible. It’s adorable. His response arrives a few seconds later.

Fuck, babe… ur gonna make me hard, and Iggys gonna see. stop it

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and issue an immediate response.

Mmm… let’s talk some more about you getting hard. I wish I could just reach over the seat and take you in my hand, feeling you growing stiffer in my grasp as I stroke you.

Prompto shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him cross one leg over the other, then uncross them again. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his blush has deepened.

babe…

You know you’ve got him on the ropes now. You press your advantage.

I can’t wait to get to the room so I can push you down and have my way with you. I want to ride you tonight.

Prompto’s reply is swift.

im the one who’s going 2 have my way with u 2nite. be ready.

As Ignis pulls into the motel parking lot, you can see Prompto holding tightly to the car door, his knuckles white with effort. He nearly leaps out of the car, walking swiftly to the front desk and loitering impatiently as you all sort out your rooms. He all but tosses his bag into the boys’ room, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was following you, earning a few raised eyebrows from the rest of the group. You hadn’t exactly gone public with your relationship yet though you suspected the boys must have had some idea something was going on. Well they’ll probably know after tonight.

As you enter the motel room and deposit your bag on the floor, Prompto pushes into the room after you and swings the door shut. As soon as the door clicks in the latch you find yourself slammed against the wall, your boyfriend’s lips greedily devouring your own. You moan loudly against his tongue, praying your friends have already gone into their room. Prompto pushes his thigh between yours, and you writhe against him, grinding yourself against the lean muscle of his leg. His hands are everywhere, slipping beneath your clothes and seeking out your soft curves. He mutters against your lips.

“Think you’re so sneaky… like I wasn’t gonna catch up to you.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, relishing the feeling of his toned abs beneath your palms, but Prompto wrenches himself away from you immediately, fixing you with a glare that lights a fire in your core. He grabs your forearm and flings you handily onto the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

It’s rare that Prompto gets riled up enough to take control like this, but you love it when he does. You hurriedly shed your clothes as you see Prompto beginning to undress, but you only manage to get your top off before he dives on top of you, pinning your arms down at your sides. “Oh no you don’t,” he growls in a register that sends a tingle up your spine. He buries his face in your cleavage, bringing his hands up to squeeze harshly at your breasts underneath the cups of your bra. You can feel his rather impressive bulge pressing into your leg, straining at his jeans. When you reach one hand into his hair and give it a sharp tug, he groans loudly into your cleavage before climbing back up to kiss you roughly. “Mmm… pretty sure I said no touching.”

“You didn’t actually say anything as I recall…”

Prompto pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly. “You know what I mean.” He watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his pupils blown and his lids low. He withdraws his hand abruptly and plunges it down beneath the waistband of your pants, relishing in the gasp his touch elicits from you. You whisper to him, your faces only inches apart. “I could suck something else for you, you know…”

Prompto shakes his head. “Not tonight. I told you… after that stunt you pulled in the car… we’re doing things my way.” You arch beneath him as one finger slides easily into your sex, fisting the sheet in your free hand. Another long and nimble finger joins the first, and he begins to move in and out of you, biting down onto your neck as he works you. You can already tell the delicate flesh of your neck has bruised, but all thoughts of the consequences are driven out of your mind as he picks up speed. You can sense yourself hurtling towards your orgasm, but just as you feel it coming he cruelly deprives you of his touch, pulling his hand up and out of your panties and forcing his fingers back into your mouth. You let out a whine, but dutifully clean his digits with your tongue, the taste of your essence mingling with that of his skin. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down only far enough to free his cock, leaving them hanging off his hips.

You have to take a moment to admire the sight before you: Prompto bites his lip, pumping his length in his fist a few times as he looks down at you on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes quietly begging for him. He reaches down and pulls your pants down and off your legs, taking your panties with them. When he crawls over you you can’t help but shiver at the intimidating figure leaning over you. You adore Prompto for his sweetness, but these moments when he’s in complete control make you absolutely weak for him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he enters you, swallowing your moans and answering with a few of his own. Normally Prompto takes his time with you, but tonight he begins to move within you immediately, fucking you savagely. His hands grip your hips tightly, clamping your bodies together at the waist. He looks you in the eyes as he rams in and out of you, grunting his commands to you.

“Make sure you speak up. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“B-but Prompto… ahhh… the boys m-might hear…”

“Good… I want them to.”

He jackhammers in and out of you furiously, leaving you little choice in the matter of volume. His name tumbles from your lips in a gasping cry as he pounds you towards your release; when your orgasm hits you clench hard around his cock and shout his name so loudly you’re positive the entire motel (and a few surrounding buildings) knows just who gave it to you tonight. Prompto isn’t finished with you yet though; he pistons into you mercilessly, taking what he wants from you even as you lay spent beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on tightly, crying out with every thrust. As he reaches his peak he buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. His body tenses and he slumps down against you, letting you feel the full weight of his body on yours. Your bodies are slick with exertion, and you can feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest. All the tension has left him—he rolls down to your side, snuggling his head into your chest. When you put your arms around him he leans up to kiss you sweetly on the cheek.

“Um… sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Prom? You know I love it when you get like that.”

“The guys saw me go in your room… and we made so much noise. They’re definitely gonna know now.”

You tilt his chin up towards your face and give him a soft kiss. “It’s about time they found out anyway. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you… I want everyone to know.”

Prompto returns your kiss enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with his usual sweetness.

“Well that’s good… cause I think the entire block knows now.”

[beomglocks]

sleepover ; c.sb

summary : it's time to figure out where to sleep for the night. part 3 of dilf soob chronicles. send ask for more hehehe <3

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader

warnings & other : smut, oral-fem receiving, threesome(?), some fingering, requested, DON'T read if you're uncomfortable with age gaps, daddy kink, (i just got out of having this kink but it was requested so why not), dirty talk, some beomgyu (no incest), slight possessiveness, this ones for the dilf soob shooters, a bit of somnophilia, soobin possible brat tamer moment, idk lol , semi proof read

w/c : ~3000 (long for no reason)

“alright funs over kids,” soobin yawns as if he wasn’t just trying to finger you a half hour ago. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he stretches and you just look at the man beside you in bewilderment.

“kids?” you ask. you raise your eyebrow at him. it’s only about 1am which wasn’t too late for you. that and the fact that you feel like you were left bothered when soobin didn’t finish what he started earlier. you figure beomgyu wouldn’t be tired at this time either but soobin on the other hand-

you had to hold back a remark about him suddenly being so fatherly when it seemed like he was ok with fucking you right in front of his son earlier.

“yes kids,” he smirks. you hate that he’s teasing you right now. that was the thing about mr. choi that drew you in every time. one thing you had learned from being around mr. choi was that this man was a tease. perhaps it was because you were used to being around people your age who were much more straightforward with their advances but either way it made you want to do more and more.

you push those thoughts to the back of your brain for when the moment arises and hold back the urge to roll your eyes in front of his face. is this what beomgyu is used to?

“daddy’s taking his kids to bed, isn’t this fun,” he offhandedly says as he jokes with his son while you sit and wait for further instructions on where to sleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t hear him but what- did he just refer to himself as daddy? you didn’t know that hearing him say that would have such an effect on you.

if you didn’t know whether or not you had a daddy kink well this moment just confirmed it. what would it take to make him refer to himself like that again?

“daddy?” you blurt without thinking. shit- beomgyu wouldn’t think that’s weird right? you were just reiterating what was said. you could play it off as being confused as to why his “playful father” was talking to his clearly grown son in such a way.

soobin pauses and takes a while to turn to you. perhaps hearing you say that affected him too. daddy? saying it himself wasn’t such a big deal because he didn’t think much of it but coming from your lips made him want to hear it more. he could get used to that sound.

“yeah...” soobin thinks out loud to himself for a moment. he could make use of this. you think your heart or something else pounds at the way soobin is looking at you right now. he looks like he has plans to eat you out right then and there but you can tell he’s holding himself back.

“yeah, daddy’s gonna take his kids to bed,” his reiterates with emphasis on the word daddy and bed. “is that ok with you y/n?”

you nod silently, suddenly giddy at the thought of finally being alone with mr. choi uninterrupted for sure this time.

“where will y/n sleep?” beomgyu asks. “i think i have the inflatable bed still in my-“

soobin cuts his son off with a click of his tongue. “i can’t have two adolescents of opposite genders sleeping in the same room together, that’s controversial.”

you subtly raise your eyebrow at him. essentially your entire relationship, if you could even call it that, was controversial. however, you were interested to see how he would play this off. it’s clear soobin wants you to himself tonight.

beomgyu almost looks like he wants to speak up to shut down the mere idea of you both fooling around alone but mr. choi continues.

“i can’t just leave y/n alone on the couch in the living room, that’s not safe. since there really are no other spare rooms i guess she’ll have to sleep in my room?”

this was true. soobin thought ahead to a plethora of different excuses as to get you in his room without coming off as suspicious. he remembered that thankfully all of the junk they had during the move was shoved into various spare rooms around the house with no space or option of clearing out a room for guests.

“i will sleep on the couch,” soobin annouces valiantly. beomgyu takes a moment to process this and takes you a bit of time too.

you thought soobin would make some lame excuse about having you sleep on the floor in his room or something to have to you near him so you’re left dumbfounded and somewhat frustrated at his thought process. he’s gonna leave me alone in his room? wasn’t the point for us to fuck?

“that sounds fair,” beomgyu concludes. he doesn’t think much of it because why would he. his father is sleeping on the couch and his neighbor is sleeping soundly in a different room. no need to get suspicious.

“well, have a good night,” beomgyu gives both of you a tight lipped smile, mainly aiming it at you and you return it kindly. i sure will.

beomgyu strides off to his room, leaving you and his father in the living room. “my beds quite comfortable but let me know if you need anything else,” he says, setting up the couch as his makeshift bed.

you look down at it. yeah, he’s definitely taller than the couch so it will be a bitch for him to sleep on that throughout the night. “i need you,” you shyly mumble. you hear him laugh a bit and look up.

he’s still wearing his work clothes except the white collared shirt has some buttons popped off and his pants have become wrinkled and baggy from wear.

you move closer to him and start to unbutton his shirt for him so that he gets comfortable. he looks between both your eyes and smiles. you almost tiptoe to reach his mouth but steps away for a minute.

“ill meet you there,” he says as he starts to set up the couch for himself. you hold back a frustrated sigh and soobin raises his brow at you. typical teen behavior.

“i’ll be asleep before you even get to the door,” you mumble impatiently. “i’ll surprise you then,” he says. “don’t be a brat.”

you roll your eyes, walking away from him to head to where you’ll be sleeping which is his room. he watches you walk away with a shake of his head. what will he do with you?

in the meantime, he sets up the living space to make it look like he was sleeping for a while in case beomgyu walks downstairs or something. he would make it look like he was sleeping and woke up to get something from his room, simple.

he didn’t even know why he felt the need to sneak around his son. he was an adult and could do what he wanted essentially. he sucks his teeth trying to not think too hard about it at the moment.

once he’s done, soobin knocks on his bedroom door lightly. while waiting for you to answer he looks around the hall. he can faintly see beomgyu's light still turned on and wonders for a moment what he could still be doing awake.

he doesn’t have time to ponder on it because all he wants is you right now. he narrows his eyes back at his door when a couple of minutes pass with no sign from you.

why is he even knocking, it’s his room after all? did he need an excuse to be here? that was the point of having you take his room instead so that he wouldn’t need an excuse to be near you because it was his room.

he opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. he’s surprised to see you sprawled out on his bed, not waiting for him but instead fast asleep. he thought you were bluffing about being asleep before he got there.

he fully steps in, eyebrows raised at the scene.

soobin closes the door lightly, contemplating whether or not to lock it, he opts for leaving it unlocked. the lights are off except for a nightlight by the bed that he uses when he can’t sleep and decides to pop open a book to read.

the glow of the light hits your skin in a way that makes you glow despite the darkness of the rest of the room. he can’t take it, if he does nothing now he won’t be in a good mood for the rest of the time that you’re here. now is your guys' only chance.

he places a knee at the foot of the bed, cringing at the squeak of the springs, fearing they might wake you up prematurely. he pauses and waits to see if you’ve awoken but sighs when you simply turn your head over.

“y/n~” he sing songs lightly. his fingers dance around your body as gently as possible. his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve put on a spare worn work shirt of his over your braless chest. “y/n~” he calls again. “why are you wearing this huh?” he plays with the mismatched buttons, popping them off one at a time leaving you topless and exposed.

you shiver when the cold air of the room hits your chest but try to shuffle yourself deeper into the warm sheets. “are you gonna wake up baby?” he shakes you but you only groan in response.

“you should wake up...you’re getting a little too wet to stay asleep for long, what will daddy do?” he hums while rubbing your panties. he visibly looks bored, as if he’s waiting for you to wake up so he takes it upon himself to speed up your waking up process.

he slides of your underwear with ease and tosses them aside. lazily he runs his two fingers up and down your folds a couple times before pushing them in you slowly to get adjusted to a slow pace.

he sighs at the warmth and the quiet wet sounds coming from you. “please wake up,” he half pleads. at that moment, you unconsciously clench around him and he bites his lip looking up at your face. your eyebrows are furrowed but you’re still asleep from what he can see.

do you think you’re having a wet dream? soobin rolls his eyes. if you would wake up you would see that it’s, in fact, real. “baby you should wake up before i start to...” he removes his fingers before he leans down and places his lips where his fingers were. tongue stroking your clit and simultaneously going in and out of your pussy skillfully, he starts to get a little too into it when you moan quietly from your "dream”. he allows himself to moan into your pussy, gripping your thigh harshly.

“at this rate..” he stops for a moment to catch his breath and breathes heavily on your sensitive skin. “you won’t need my cock,” he chuckles to himself, licking his lips of your cum.

he suddenly feels his pink hair being grabbed and when he looks up from below you, he sees your eyes are slightly parted. “no~” you whine softly, referring to his recent comment.

he says nothing witty to this, only happy to have you conscious again. maybe you planned this or maybe you really were tired, he doesn’t care anymore. “no?” he asks as he gets himself ready, positioning & aligning his cock with your entrance.

“did you know that somewhere during the end of the movie your skirt had risen up? did you do that on purpose to catch my son's attention or was that a sign? where you so needy that you wanted to give me a sign to fuck you right there? maybe you didn’t want my cock maybe you wanted beomgyu hm?” he pushes himself into you and you grab his arm for support. ok. he’s bigger than you thought.

your still half asleep mind can barely comprehend what he's saying either. is he jealous? you didn't realize your skirt came up but now you're curious to know if beomgyu was watching you instead of the screen.

soobin had gotten you ready while you were asleep and you thought you knew what to expect when you saw his cock but you weren’t expecting it to take time for you to adjust his size. you think you hear soobin mutter the word "tight" but you’re too busy trying not to die.

he goes slow at first, mumbling words under his breath in frustration. "you would open your legs for anyone that even resembles me in the slightest, that’s just what a slut you are." he rocks his hips forward expectantly and it leaves you stunned for a moment. "you would take my cock from behind while choking on beomgyu's how does that sound? maybe we could make it happen? but then again that wouldn’t satisfy someone like you, huh," he taunts when you whine. you want him to shut up so badly but at the same time, it only made your pussy throb against him at the thought. now that he placed the image of a threesome in your mind, you couldn’t shake it. it was wrong, so wrong on so many levels so why did it turn you on? you weren’t even attracted to beomgyu in that way! maybe you really were a whore just wanting to be filled up even if it meant with soobin plus his own spawn.

"shh, do you hear that?" he covers your mouth his cum drenched fingers, cutting off whatever sound you might produce from slowing down. at first, you don’t hear anything other than soobin's heavy breaths in your ear. after a moment, the faint sound of grunting hits your ears. it takes you a while to figure out what that sound is and where it could be coming from but when you recognize the low sounds your eyes widen as they stare back into soobin’s smug expression.

“they grow up so fast~," he sing songs. "see what happens when you tease? he probably caught a glimpse of your panties when your skirt rode up and he’s going just off that, poor kid." he frowns, he rocks his hips teasingly. you squeeze your eyes shut, there's too much tension right now. "i wonder how he would feel if he found out his dad was fucking his neighbor?" he bucks his hips up into you and thankfully his hand is still covering your mouth or you would’ve moaned loud enough for beomgyu to hear.

“daddy please," you beg, albeit a bit muffled. "please what slut?" "please fuck me please" you whine pathetically. you try to move your hips to gain some kind of friction but he stops you. "aren’t you afraid beomgyu might hear? it would be bad if he found out what we were doing right now."

you can feel your throbbing pussy going numb with soobin’s cock just sitting there inside you so you have to be quick witted and play with his ego. even though he was a grown man and father he was still just a man. "daddy please,” you moan. if you fuck me beomgyu won't disturb us after he hears how good you make me feel? and if he does he’ll just have to watch and see how it’s do-”

short gasps of air leave your throat as it’s all you manage as he sporadically slams himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "stop thinking about beomgyu", you think he says. you’re not sure and you don’t care because at this point you’re too dazed to form a single thought. you for sure aren’t thinking about beomgyu, not with dick like this in you.

you think you hear beomgyu's pained gasp and chants of your name get louder but it could just be soobin. no, those breaths sound further away and deeper. you want to cry thinking about how beomgyu's deep voice would mix with soobin's lighter one. you can only imagine soobin’s grunts in your right ear as beomgyu whines in your left. it almost overstimulates you.

maybe beomgyu thinks both of you are asleep or perhaps you all are being so loud that no one can hear each other but you’re almost certain beomgyu is being painfully loud and obvious right now, as are you both.

soobin doesn't even try to hold back anymore as he leans up from his hovering position over you to hang his head back and full on moan when you clench around him for the last time. he pulls out and comes all over your stomach and chest, staining a bit of his shirt that you were wearing. you shudder at the feeling of being empty so suddenly.

"go back to sleep," he says, brushing his hand over your sweaty face. "don't worry, i'll clean you up and stay for a little while after."

the next morning is awkward, to say the least. seemingly all three of you wake up around the same time, soobin being the first one up to make breakfast for all of you. as you and beomgyu walk down the stairs together, beomgyu doesn’t bring up how he saw his father earlier walk out of his room after explicitly stating he would sleep on the couch or how he masturbated to you loud enough that he's sure you heard.

you’re only slightly at ease the beomgyu doesn’t mention anything about the sound levels of last night or the limp in your step.

you don’t remember much but you think it got to a point where you and soobin didn’t care much about how loud you were being and you were sure beomgyu heard.

you wanted to face palm at how this all turned out.

[kunikinnie]

snow

featuring: Chuuya

tagging: @ravenina14 a/n: it's so cold tonight so yeah lol idk where this came from (and yes the last line speaks volumes about my current playlist)

Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, and even the daylight turned a fluorescent white from the curtains and reflection from the tiled floor. Your beddings, your blanket, and the fabric of your light clothing was white.

The air was stale and quiet, except for the repetitive beeping noise. It was like this for a second and then for a minute, until the same iteration played over and over again that no day seemed different from the other. All you knew and all you remembered was a white coldness.

That memory was being tossed around in your head – the one and only memory you felt you had. Somehow it was similar to your present moment, yet at the same time it bore no resemblance whatsoever. Why was it like that, you wondered.

The only little variety you saw was the glimpse of the outside world from the window. Sometimes it was bright, sometimes it was dark. But regardless of the hour, it was always white. You once asked the lady who also wore white if you could see for yourself the little falling white things, but she said it was too cold that your condition might worsen. Ah, so it was just another white coldness.

All was the same until that one day when a well-dressed man in a black suit stormed into your room.

“Y/N! Are you okay?!”

It was such a contrast to the world you were familiar with. He was like fire, from the color of his hair to the tone of his voice. It somehow melted a portion of your icy world.

“Hey, say something.”

His blue eyes stared into your own. They were so beautiful, you thought, but the emotion in them was so intense and numerous that it was hard to look at them for too long; otherwise, your world might melt completely.

His shoulders fell at your silence. Behind him you heard someone rush into the room as well – it must be one of the ladies clad in white. “So you weren’t lying...”

The crack in his lowered voice was like that of a flame suddenly being doused with water. It was painful, as if your own heart was being smothered.

“S-sir, please be more-“

“No, it’s alright.” You gazed once more at his wistful eyes. Sure, his entrance was a little too sudden, but it felt wrong to make him leave so soon. “I want to hear more from you...”

“Chuuya.” He choked. “It’s Chuuya.”

He sat down on the metal stool beside your bed as you gestured for the lady to leave you two alone.

“Do you... really not remember anything?”

You gently shook your head. That hazy memory of a white coldness wasn’t something you could say you recalled, you thought.

“At least you’re alive. Thank God.”

You smiled at the relief in his voice. Seeing him so distraught worried you so much. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, Y/N? I-I should be the one saying that, not you.”

Apparently, you had been working at the time of your disappearance. You and your partner had some mission that led you to confront some enemies in the mountains, but the situation become complicated and you two had been separated. Fortunately your partner made it back safe and sound, but you were nowhere to be found. What’s worse was that an avalanche occurred near the place you were last seen. It made sense now, that single “memory” of yours.

“But why are you apologizing if you weren’t involved?”

“Because I knew it was dangerous but I didn’t stop you.”

You laughed. You actually laughed. For a moment he was stunned at your reaction, but you clearly saw the corner of his mouth curve a bit.

“How’s that your fault? You’re so weird.”

It was getting dark outside, but the room you were in felt brighter and warmer. You just met him a few minutes ago yet you immediately felt comfortable around him, like you found a gentle warmth instead of a burning flame. But you didn’t exactly just meet him either, did you?

“By the way, Chuuya,” you began. “What were we before I lost my memories?”

His breath hitched at your question and his eyes fell onto your blanket. You thought you had said it too suddenly, so you rambled on. “I-I mean, you knew a lot about my job and you’re the first person who came all the way here, so I was thinking we were close-“

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. We were... close.”

The hesitation in his voice made it obvious that he was still hiding something, but before you could pry any further he stood up from his seat.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. That’s enough info for one day.”

One look at you at this time he was the one who chuckled before gently ruffling your hair.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry.”

Fortunately, he fulfilled his promise. Slowly bits and pieces of your past came falling like the white specks gathering on the earth – which you soon would learn was called “snow.” But it no longer was just a white coldness. Somehow, in it was a simple beauty.

So much still remained unclear and uncertain, but if there’s one thing you were sure of, it was that he would return to you like the first snow.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

perpetually in my this is me trying era

vent post idk

everyone talks about how lonely your twenties are but no one talks about how lonely your twenties are when you’ve always been lonely and you were promised that your twenties would be the time. no one talks about how lonely it is to have friends but no one to talk to. no one hangs out with you. you’re the friend invited at the last minute, knowing you were never really meant to be there anyways. you’re the friend who people call every six months, wanting to catch up. you’re the friend who gets pushed to the side in favor of others. it’s not that they’re bad friends but there’s always people who are closer. there’s no one to call up when you’re having a bad time. no one to sit with you on the boring nights. no one to be there just for the sake of being there.

i have a friend. who’s supposed to my best friend. and she made a nasty comment that can be summed up with “talking to you is just a regurgitation of everything on your finsta.” it cut deep at my soul, weeded out long buried insecurities that i’m annoying, too much, always too much. no one likes me anyways.

my grandma is in the hospital for a stroke. for a second year i might be losing a grandparent. i don’t even get along with this grandparent but i can’t carry this burden again. i barely survived last time.

my mom is dating someone no one feels safe around. i worry about my sisters in that house. i don’t want to go home for the holidays. i don’t want to be around my family anymore. i wish i could come out to them. i’m tired of lying.

my only real friend is my 14 year old sister. she lives three states away and can't always be there. i wish that wasn’t so sad, that i didn’t depend on her so much. wish it could be the other way around. 

it’s my senior year and i feel like i should be getting everything i was promised. instead, i’m drowning in school work and stress. back to being stressed and sleepless nights. my canvas didn’t submit my assignment last night, so i was left praying my professor will accept the frantic email and apologies with the assignment attached. i still don’t know if she’ll take it. it feels like there’s never enough time. time to do homework, time to rest, time for myself, time to make things better. i’m always falling behind. 

i’m getting a new room mate and i’m perpetually stressed about that. i’m comfortable. i’m happy-ish. and now everything’s changing.

my detergent didn’t wash all the way through. running it through again, praying it actually dissolves this time. insignificant but enough to ruin my night, on top of discovering my assignment didn’t submit.

there’s a girl i have a crush on. someone i’m enamored with. someone i can’t have. someone i’ve always known i can’t have. someone who doesn’t even realize how they dig at my soul when they causally toss around how much they love being friends with me. my friends have watched me fall head over heels, excited for me to have a crush after him and are now watching me wallow. i always try to pull back but she always seems to just draw me back in. even my room mate noticed, telling me all about how i need to have a “hot girl fall” in order to get past things i thought i was over. to get over a girl who doesn’t want me the way i want her.

one of my friends told me i was a genius for helping her coming up with a presentation idea. almost a year ago, he said the same thing to me for the same exact reason. suddenly i was 20 again, begging for the slightest crumb that told me he still cared.

he talked to me for the first time in almost a year the other day. suddenly i was 19, sobbing hysterically on the floor of my pantry in my sophomore year apartment, having a two hour panic attack. it’s the still the worst panic attack i’ve ever had. suddenly all i could think of was the inability to breath, whispering “i’m sorry, i’ll be better, please don’t leave” over and over again. i was in class actually. he was asking a question about the location of a local war memorial.

i feel like i always have to be perfect. always there for everyone else. always knowing that if i stopped texting them first i’d never hear from them again. can’t depend on anyone but myself. i’m the sunshine friend, always meant to have it together. if they worry, that’s an unfair burden, because we aren’t those kinds of friends. not that close. never that close. 

i cant write anymore. i’m burnt out. i don’t see the point. i’ll never write for the things that bring me joy because everyone always hates them anyways. i don’t want to write because no matter what i post it’ll never be enough.

maybe i’ll never be enough.

maybe this is too much to post on the internet. maybe i should go back to therapy. i probably need to. i just wish i didn’t have to do it alone.

i’m tired of being alone.

[diosmio76]

What I Deserve | Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky couldn’t believe his luck when he found you. So innocent, so alone, and so naive. He had been following you throughout the week, hell- he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore and you never noticed him once.

Pairing: Reader x Dark!Bucky

WARNINGS: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, gun mention (???), stalking, eventual dub-con, eventual non-con (maybe, I'll update when I know), 18+

Word Count: 1,235

A/N: Yes, a kidnapping story! A weak genre for me but let’s see. Also, idk assassin/military jargon there's only a little bit at the beginning I promise

Bucky pulled away from the scope and widened his eyes, chancing a look away from the building that he’d been watching all night. He looked down at the street noticing the occasional person walk by, no one was out at this time- let alone this late during the week. They’d been observing this target for the past month, he didn’t know the specifics of why they wanted him taken out and he didn’t really care. He’s good at what he does and he enjoys the solitude of the job for the most part.

He heard static and then Sams’s voice, an annoyed look painting his face as he heard him talk. It wasn’t that he hated the guy but he wasn’t used to checking in with a partner.

“You see any movement yet?”

He rolled his shoulders and neck before returning his position, shutting his left eye and pressing his right eye against the scope.

“No, haven’t seen anything for a while now- you sure this is the right time?” Bucky asked as he unsuccessfully tried to hide the boredom in his voice.

“Yeah, I checked a few times before we came, this is the only chance we’ll get this week. We saw the guy walk into the building and I hear movement in there. The fuck are you doing over there, sleeping?” Sam asked before continuing. “Look man, the sooner we kill him the sooner we can move on. Then you can go ba-”

Bucky stopped listening to his partner’s rant as he noticed the blinds open to the left of him. At first, he thought it was their target but remembered the floor plans of the room, he then noticed the silhouette of a woman in the window. She cracked the window open slightly before turning around. Before getting the chance to continue his observation he heard Sam in his ear.

“Alright, you should be getting a clear shot soon.”

“Roger” Bucky replied as he refocused his attention to his target. Readjusting his right finger on the trigger, using his left as a stabilizer. He followed his target, making sure he had a clear shot, before exhaling and taking the shot. He waited a few moments after and noticed no movement inside.

“Shot was taken, no movement detected on my end” Bucky radioed as his gaze moved towards the apartment with the open window as he waited for a response.

“Roger, All clear on my end. I’ll see you in the car”

Bucky began packing up, eyes zoned out in the direction of the apartment. He began wondering to himself if this mission was so boring to him that it turned him into a peeping tom, he didn’t even get a clear view of who was in there so why was it of so much interest to him? He let out a breath as he considered asking for a case that would let him travel somewhere else. Before he knew it he was placing his duffle in the trunk and got into the passenger side, shooting a quick look at Sam.

“I hate when you drive, makes me nauseous” Bucky replied in response to the face Sam was making towards him. He turned his head to look out the window.

“I get us there quicker than you do old man. Plus, you’re an assassin, I’m sure you can handle a little motion sickness” he quipped before speeding out of the parking lot.

Bucky scoffed before his mind drifted back to the woman in the window. He decided that he would return alone.

~~~

That next night he returned to his spot, this time focusing his attention on the woman’s apartment. He had free time after their mission, so he found himself sat here almost every day. When he wasn’t watching her from the roof, he was carefully following her.

On his first night he was able to get a clearer view of her, and while a part of him worried that he was peeping at an old lady at first, he was pleasantly surprised that that wasn’t the case. He noticed a few things about her these past few weeks, writing his observations in a small notebook as he did with most of his targets. But for her the notes were different. He wrote down everything she did and stuff that he imagined her doing- mainly stuff she could do to him.

He never thought of himself as someone with a partner, sure he used to imagine a domestic life and going home to the same lady every night but he never thought of that anymore. If he really wanted to he would call Ruby, she never asked questions and always knew to take her money and leave afterward. But the more he watched her, the more he considered his options.

Her routine rarely deviated. She woke up at 6 am and did some half-assed stretches. After that she would go to the bathroom, rarely shutting her door. He kind of liked that- he wanted to remember that when he took her. Then she would sit at her vanity and do her make-up. This was his favorite part, that concentrated look on her face as she did her routine. Mostly he liked that zoned out look in her eyes. That was a look he often referred to when he was alone. Then she would get dressed and leave for work, some corporate job that made a person feel empty. She would finish up a little after 5 and go straight home. Always the same route. As soon as she got home she would change, he noticed that she never wore pants. That would work fine for him, fewer clothes to get her- not that she’d be given that luxury anyway. For dinner she would eat as she cooked, looking uninterested at the finished product while she watched tv or scrolled on her phone. By 11 she would be in bed, but wouldn’t go to sleep till 3 or 4. It surprised him the first time he watched her at night, face lit up by the screen and one hand under the comforter but then he noticed the movement. Her comforter slowly moving up and down as her eyes screwed shut. Sometimes he would join her, imagining that it was him making her eyebrows furrow instead of her hand. She did that a lot, it made him chuckle. After that, she would toss and turn around the bed. He made a note in his journal to buy some sleeping pills for her. But she would be perfect because she was alone. On weekends, if she went out, it would only be to buy groceries or go to a store. She never stopped and only went where she needed to go. She never had anyone over and rarely went out with friends. It would be easier for her to acclimate to isolation.

Bucky decided he had all the information he needed about her. He went as far as following her, not that she’d noticed. He even allowed himself to be less careful. Once he even got close enough to smell her perfume- vanilla, flowers, and a hint of coffee. He assumed on his observation but up close confirmed that her personality was mousey- shy, awkward, and rarely noticed by anyone. He found himself grinning when he realized this. It was perfect, you were perfect.

[zackcollins]

speechless || bo bichette

masterlist

Author’s Note: Hello! Everyone gets a treat of a second fic today because I was in a mood to write. Hope that’s okay. Idk man. When you’re in the mood to write, you write. And sometimes, you just wanna post right away because you’re too impatient to wait. Ya know? Anyways. GIF credit to glasnow!

Warnings: An anxiety attack. That’s probably it??? I don’t think there’s anything else. Feel free to let me know otherwise and I’ll fix this warnings section for you.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Speechless by Dan + Shay

Additional: The reader should be gender neutral again! I don’t think I used any identifying language or pronouns or anything. If I did, it was accidental because I was hella distracted watching my dog while my grandparents went grocery shopping. As always, let me know how I did because constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams​ @donttelltheelf-x​

You had suffered from severe anxiety; it had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. At this point, it had totally consumed you. You could hardly do anything anymore without your anxiety trying to take over in some form or another. It was the worst feeling in the world.

That's why it was like all your prayers had been answered when Bo waltzed into your life. For the first time in your life, you were able to open up about your anxiety with someone. There was just something about Bo that made you feel safe, secure, and like nothing would ever hurt you again.

You had been dating for about two and a half years before your relationship changed. It changed on what had otherwise been a quiet day in the middle of February. Snow was falling outside of your house, blowing around peacefully in the evening breeze. You were sitting on the window seat of the living room window, staring out onto the street while idly sipping on a mug of hot chocolate.

Somewhere outside, you heard a dog distantly barking. You found it odd because to the best of your knowledge, nobody in the housing community you and Bo lived in had a dog. Most of them had cats because they were easier for their housekeepers to look after when they were away on business trips or vacation. You quickly shook it out of your mind, though, thinking it only to be a dog that had wandered in from somewhere nearby. It wasn't entirely unlikely for that to happen because some of the people in the housing communities on either side had been known to let their dogs roam freely from time to time.

A couple of minutes later, you heard the front door to the house open. That snapped you out of thinking about the barking dog because you needed to know who walked in. Turning around, you heaved a relieved sign when you saw Bo standing in the entryway. You felt a little anxious, however, when you saw that he had placed a rather large box at his feet. Placing your hot chocolate on the windowsill, you walked over to Bo.

"What's this, sweetie?" You asked, walking all the way around the box. You wanted to see if it had some sort of label or marking on it that would hint at what was inside; it did not. All it had was a pink ribbon embossed with white hearts tied around it.

Bo smiled as he was undressing from his winter apparel. He tossed his hat into the closet. He unzipped his coat and carefully placed it on one of the coat hooks beside the door. Lastly came his boots. He slipped out of those and tossed them haphazardly onto the plastic boot mat you had bought specifically for the winter so snow wouldn’t be tracked all over your house. He ended up bowling over your boots and a spare pair of boots you kept in case of emergencies. You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Bo raised his arms in surrender as he stepped forward and gave you a quick kiss. You relaxed, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his back. When you pulled apart, Bo stepped aside and motioned to the box.

 "If you wanna know what’s inside,” Bo produced a pocket knife seemingly out of nowhere because you didn’t know him to carry one. He handed it to you and motioned to the box a second time. “All you have to do is open it.” 

You walked forward and leaned over, carefully cutting the ribbon a couple of times so that it was easier to untangle from the box. Once you had all of the ribbon untangled and balled up, you placed it along with the knife on the console table next to you. When you looked back at Bo, he gave you an encouraging nod and a soft smile. You bit your lip nervously as you carefully lifted the lid off of the box. What was inside made you blink in surprise. Staring back at you was a beagle puppy. You had to blink a couple of more times, just to make sure that truly weren't imagining this. When you surmised that this was, in fact, a real dog sitting in the box, you lifted them out, cradling them in your arms. They even kissed you on the chin a couple of times. That was also all it took for you to be absolutely smitten with this puppy.

Just as you went to put the puppy down, the light from the chandelier made something on their collar glisten. At first, you thought it was name tags or the city registration tags. But, when you examined it, you discovered that it was an engagement ring. You turned to ask Bo about it. Much to your surprise, he was down on one knee, holding his hands out. You handed him the dog (who you could now see was a boy), thinking that was what he wanted. Bo chuckled as he scritched the dog behind the ears. The dog sighed, jackrabbitting his back foot in satisfaction. You huffed an amused breath, rolling your eyes and chuckling.

Bo carefully put the dog down and took the ring off of his collar. He gave him a few more ear scritches which made the dog flop on the floor and curl in a ball. Bo rolled his eyes before he looked up at you, holding the ring in your direction.

"Since I know I'm the best thing to happen to you and you're the best thing to happen to me," Bo paused, wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, "I was wondering if you'd marry me?"

You clammed up. You felt your anxiety wash over you like a giant wave crashing into the surf. You fell to the floor, chanting a bunch of incoherent nonsense as you curled into a ball and clutched your knees tightly to your chest. You rocked back and forth, tears streaming down your face as you continued to death-grip your knees. It was then that you felt Bo wrap you in his arms. He cradled you, rocking you in time with how you were rocking yourself. Only, he was doing it softer, gentler. He was also mumbling some of his stats from last season, the stats from the hockey game you watched yesterday. Hell, he even started mumbling what you needed to buy when you went grocery shopping the next time. Anything mundane and boring because he knew that was what generally helped you out of anxiety episodes. The more boring the better. It gave a sense of normalcy and order that helped your brain to focus on the everyday parts of life as opposed to the falsehoods of meaningless compliments that people only said to you when you were in the middle of an anxiety episode.

Hearing about baseball and hockey stats as well as what groceries you needed to buy helped remarkably well. You calmed down relatively quickly given how badly this attack had started. You tilted your head, looking Bo in the eyes. Your eyes were full of a question that didn’t need to be asked but probably should be anyways. Bo, knowing how to read you by now, simply nodded. He met you halfway as you connected your lips. You shared a brief, albeit meaningful kiss. 

When you broke your lips apart, you held your hand out. "Of course I'll marry you."

You smiled, though it was a little awkward because you were still recovering from your anxiety attack, as Bo placed the ring on your finger. You moved your hand around, looking at the ring from every angle. It was a gorgeous ring. It was also simple and not very flashy. Which is something you had told Bo you wanted when the time came for him to finally propose. You weren’t a flashy or extravagant person so there was no need to have a flashy or extravagant ring. The thought of having an expensive or flashy ring made you really anxious. You were afraid that somebody would break in and steal it from you. And you didn’t want to live the entire rest of your life in fear that someone was going to break into your house to steal something from you. You had told Bo that that was no way to live. That’s why you were content with a small, simple ring. You didn’t have to live in a constant state of anxiety that some schmuck off the street was going to get the wise idea to break in one night and rob you of it. And the ring Bo had picked was exactly the ring you had been eyeing the last time you were in a jewellery store. So, it worked out even better.

Bo snapped you out of your thought by grabbing you by the chin with his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your face up so that you were looking at each other directly. Bo’s eyes flitted down to your lips and then quickly back up to look at you. You nodded as best you could with Bo holding onto your chin, a soft smile breaking out across your lips. Bo smiled back, dropping his hand away from your chin. He, instead, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You huffed softly before you leaned forward and connected your lips with Bo’s. Bo smirked into the kiss, bringing his other hand up and resting it against your shoulder. The kiss was far more passionate than the first and you swore it could’ve gone on forever and ever. The only reason you stopped was because the puppy weaseled his way in between you and licked both of your noses. Bo laughed and booped the puppy on his nose. You made an amused noise and scritched the puppy's chest.

Bo turned back to you after you both spent a few moments playing with the puppy. "Sorry for surprising you. I know how you hate surprises."

"It's alright, Bo. It would've defeated the whole purpose if you told me," you responded, moving in closer to Bo.

At that moment, the puppy plopped himself down in between the two of you. You both scratched him behind either ear. He made a soft groan of appreciation, before falling fast asleep. He was snoring softly after a few moments which made both you and Bo chuckle bemusedly.

"What do we name him?" Bo asked, picking him up and placing him in your lap.

"Biscuit!" You replied with excitement. The dog responded to that, briefly opening his eyes and snuffling before he went back to sleep. "See! He likes that name." 

Your smile grew wider as your leaned down and gave Biscuit a kiss on the head. He snuffled again, his tail wagging against your knee. You lit up significantly, almost forgetting that you had had an anxiety attack a few minutes ago.

“Scratch that,” you said, a smile beaming on your face. “He loves that name.”

Bo just shook his head, chuckled, and waved a dismissive hand at you. "You're such a huge dork. You know that, right?"

"But I’m your huge dork," you replied, pointing to the ring on your finger as proof of that claim.

"Yes, yes you are."

[bruhlsbees]

Mmmm mayhaps Alex and a s/o getting caught in the rain while on their way home? Maybe having to share clothes since theirs are drenched, maybeee, idk let your imagination roam. I hope you get out of your funk soon, I know how frustrating it can be ✨

dancing in the rain || alex kerner x fem!reader

gif credit to @/lovecafes

summary: on your walk back home you get caught in the rain and insist that you spare the moment to dance

pairing: alex kerner x fem!reader

word count: 1,809

warnings: none, just pure fluff and wholesomeness

a/n: this was such a soft idea i love it so much thank you nony for sending this in!!!

You always enjoyed the season of Spring. When the weather was warm enough to wear shorts, but still wear a jacket if you needed one. The birds were coming back from their departure for the winter and the flowers were beginning to bloom. Everything was peaceful, beautiful, alive.

You were particularly fond of the park that you and Alex would go to for your weekly picnic - the one day that you both had off that worked around each other’s schedule to spend time with one another. It always went far too fast for you, longing for more time with him, but you still appreciated every second you were able to have with your dear Alex.

Today had been rather cloudy though, and Alex had insisted all day leading up until when the two of you were supposed to meet that they do something else in case it rained - but you didn’t mind taking the chance. You had already made his favorite desserts and bought meat and cheese from the deli at the store. So after pleading with him in your kitchen, holding him close to you by the front of his flannel, your bottom lip sticking out and giving him your best puppy dog face - he finally gave in.

So there you were, laying on the blanket nestled in his arms while you stared up at the clouds, going on about your week as he played with your hair. You had asked him a question about his mother, who was still in the hospital with her coma, but he seemed to be too focused on something else to catch what you had asked him.

Turning your head up, you smiled up at him while he smiled back down at you, cheeks going pink when you began to laugh, “What? What’s so funny?” He asked, rolling onto his side so he could face you more, his arm settling across your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“I asked you a question...how your mother was doing? But you seemed to be lost in your own world,” You hands went to his hair, pushing his hair back and out of his face before pressing a kiss to his nose, “Have I bored you?”

He stumbled over his breath, choking briefly as his whole face went red while he shook his head, sitting up to catch his breath before continuing, “N-No!” He spat out, “Of course, not! I’m sorry, my mother - yes, as good as anyone could be I suppose that’s in a coma.”

Alex turned back to look down at you, smiling as you laid on your back, hair spread out around your head. You looked like an angel with a halo to him, glowing with pure happiness, radiating amongst the grey of the clouds. He leaned into your touch when you extended your hands up and to on either side of his face, gently caressing his face.

Moments like this, where he could finally relax with you, he took it all in, not wasting a moment. The past few months had been painfully hard for him - it felt as though he was drowning everyday, but the day he got to spend with you, Alex could finally breathe.

He didn’t notice the tears that were falling down his face until hearing your sigh, “Oh Alex, come here.” You cooed, pulling him down to lay in your arms now, comforting him now as he had done for you.

You continued to stroke his face and play with his hair, wiping the fallen tears off his face before kissing his cheeks dry. “My sweet Alex, when will the world stop torturing you?” You whispered, looking over his features until he pulled his head up from where it laid on your chest. You smiled at him, as he smiled down at you before leaning forward, meeting him in the middle for a sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, he shuffled his arms up to rest on either side of your head, his elbows propped as he moved your hair around. You were suffocated by Alex, if you were being honest, but you didn’t mind in the moment - you’d give anything to have him this close to you more often. With the two of you tangled on the blanket, embracing one another and taking in each other, you almost didn’t notice it begin to rain until the squeals of children came from the other side of the park.

Moving in sync, Alex pushed himself up off of you, gathering the food into the picnic basket while you picked the blanket up, holding it above your head to shield yourself from the rain as it began to come down even harder. Taking Alex’s hand, you followed him as the two of you ran out of the park, down the sidewalk and onto the main stretch that took you back to his apartment. Alex had slowed his pace down slightly to reach around you and take the blanket in his hand, the basket now in your’s as he shielded the both of you with the now soaked blanket.

The two of you moved quickly down the sidewalk, cars buzzing by and spraying you with water as you trekked back to Alex’s apartment. You couldn’t be mad even if you wanted to despite the given circumstances. It was like something out of a movie, getting caught in the rain with your lover. If Alex wasn’t so protective, pushing you to continue on so you didn’t get sick, you would have stopped to enjoy it.

But when you passed by the patisserie, hearing the lively tune that played inside, your steps came to a sudden stop, Alex knocking into you with a grunt. He kept the blanket held above you, the rain loud as it hit against everything around you.

“What? You okay? Do you need to stop?”

Turning, you grinned up at Alex and nodded, “Come on, Alex - will you dance with me?” You stepped out from under the blanket and set the basket down, letting your head fall back as the rain hit your face, a laugh escaping from you.

Alex on the other hand, was completely confused. What did you want to dance in the rain for? You could have waited and he would have danced with you back home. Where it was warm, dry, and you wouldn’t get sick. Not outside the patisserie to the cheesy music they were playing.

“Come now, Alex, just live a little. For me? Make a girl happy?” You extended your arms out and squealed when he tossed the blanket down, taking your hands after a moment of debating with himself. You pulled him to you and wrapped your arms around his neck, stepping in beat to the music, laughing as he twirled you around, your dress coming up and spinning with you - the water that soaked your dress coming off.

“Don’t I make you happy already?” He asked, pulling you back to him after the last spin. Both of your hairs were stuck to your face, wet from the rain. You leaned forward and pushed his back out of his face, standing on your toes to kiss him deeply until you pulled away for air.

“The happiest.” You breathed, leaning forward to kiss him one more time before continuing to dance, pulling away from him as you began to spin around again, laughing as the rain continued to fall. Alex followed in suit, chasing after you and linking arms with you, spinning in circles with you until he got dizzy and toppled over, you catching him before he fell.

As if it couldn’t get any more cliche - the song came to a stop, along with the rain, leaving you and Alex soaked as the sun began to peek out from behind the clouds. You glanced down at your shoes to see that your slip-ons and calves were doused in mud, the bottom of Alex’s jeans muddy too.

“Don’t worry, you can borrow something of mine when we get back. I’ll wash your dress for you too and give it back to you next week.” Alex insisted, gathering up the blanket and basket before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side while you continued on again, making the last stretch of your journey back to his apartment.

And he did - as with all promises he made to you, he kept them.

While he left to throw the soaked clothes and blanket in the wash, you were in his room, sliding on the old basketball shorts that he had along with one of his t-shirts. Being in his clothes made you feel warm, safe - and the scent of him on the shirt made your heart skip a beat. This was what home felt like to you, Alex - your dear sweet Alex.

You heard the door open and shut, turning to see him in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, making his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Of course, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to walk you back towards the bed, collapsing down with him following.

When stumbling onto his bed, you could only giggle with him falling on top of you, his hair sticking up in odd places from his hair drying. It was moments like this where he looked so innocent. His expression was always soft, tired from the long week, but still managing to enjoy the day with you. You always took the time to tell Alex how much you appreciated him and what he did, because that’s what he deserved and you knew nobody gave him the recognition he deserved.

Alex rested his head back on your chest, closing his eyes as he laid in your arms on top of you, your own legs wrapped around him, as if trapping him from leaving you. You knew you didn’t have to worry about that though, because Alex was the one - and you knew that the two of you would be together forever.

It was his light snores that pulled you from your thoughts. Pausing your movements through his hair, you craned your neck to the side, watching as his eyes closed, mouth open while he slept, the light snore picking up the more he sank into slumber. You couldn’t be mad at him for falling asleep - he needed it.

You decided that it was only fair that you sleep too. If you were trapped under him, until God knew when he would wake up, you deserved a nap yourself. You leaned forward and kissed his head once, feeling him bury his face into your chest more as he clung to your sides, before falling back into his pillows, nodding off into your own personal slumber.