#hes just casually riding the bus

[mushtoons]

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[sturnschris]

SIT ON IT.

pairings: smart!goodgirl!reader x bf!chris (everything to them here)

content: riding your boyfriends face beacuse your turned on my his nose

warnings: oral, face riding, pet names, nose fetish, kinda dumification kink if you squint. etc

lowk inspired by this edit haha

a/n: been gone for a bit but i hope this makes up for it!!

952 words.

love ya!💋

chris’s hand rests on your thigh as you sit next to him, your head on his chest. you’ve been wanting to watch this movie for school—it’s supposed to help with a report you’re working on. but you can’t focus. all you can think about is chris’s stupidly perfect features, especially his nose. it’s so perfect you just wanna… sit on it. “baby, this movie’s so dumb,” he says casually, his voice pulling you halfway out of your thoughts. “mhm,” you mumble, not even registering his words, too busy staring at him like he’s the only thing in the world. he glances down at you, his lips pulling into a soft, innocent smile. “you okay, princess?” you blink, snapping out of your trance, your face heating. “huh? yeah, i’m fine.” he nods, still smiling so sweetly it makes your chest ache. “okay, baby.��� he pats your thigh gently, his hand staying there as he turns back to the screen, completely unaware of the thoughts racing through your head. chris’s hand stays on your thigh as he keeps watching the movie, but he can’t help the way he feels your gaze burning into him. “you need something, ma?” he asks, glancing down at you. “wh- n-no, m’fine, chris,” you stammer, your voice betraying you. he doesn’t buy it for a second. his hand moves to your hip. “no, you’re not. c’mere,” he says softly, pulling you onto his lap like it’s second nature. “what’s wrong, hmm?” his lips brush against your neck, leaving soft, lazy kisses. you squirm slightly, heat rushing to your face. you can’t escape it—you have to be honest. but how are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you’ve been staring at him because you want to sit on his face? “okay… but don’t be mean,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. he nods, his smile so sweet it makes your heart skip. “promise,” he says, his voice warm and soothing, like he has no idea what’s about to hit him.

“i wanna sit on your face.” chris almost chokes on his spit, his eyes widening as he looks at you. “you wanna what?” mortified, you bury your face in his chest, mumbling, “please don’t make me say it again.” he laughs softly, his chest shaking beneath you. “okay, baby. hop on.” you lift your head just enough to study his face, trying to gauge if he’s serious. “wait… really?” he presses a kiss to your temple, his voice low and sweet. “yeah, sure. why not?” before you can second-guess yourself, he gently lifts you from his lap, shifting to lay down on the couch, his head slightly propped up on the pillow. “c’mon, ma,” he says softly, his hands reaching for you. you straddle his chest nervously, your hands trembling slightly as they find his shoulders. his arms hook underneath your thighs, steadying you as he lifts you up toward his face, his movements gentle but deliberate. your heart races as you realize he’s absolutely serious—and you’re about to find out just how serious.

he kitten licks your clit, and you let out a sharp gasp, instinctively moving down onto his face. his tongue moves in slow, deliberate strides up and down your core, brushing his nose against your clit every time. it’s exactly what you wanted. you let out an extra loud moan, hoping he’ll get the hint without you having to say a word. to your surprise, he does. his tongue focuses there, his nose pressing against you just right, giving you everything you didn’t have the courage to ask for.

he thrusts his tongue into you, his nose hitting your clit every time. it feels so good, you can’t keep the words from tumbling out. “chris, fuck—” you whimper, squirming on his face. his hands move to your thighs, massaging them firmly as his tongue moves faster and faster, his nose bumping your sensitive nub harder with each movement. “feels—haa—mm—” you stammer, the pleasure making it impossible to form a coherent thought. “c’mon, baby,” he mumbles against you, his voice muffled but teasing. “you’re a smart girl, what are you tryna say?”“feels so—ah—s’good,” you manage to moan, your voice shaky as chris moans beneath you, clearly enjoying himself as much as you are. you grip the pillow behind his head, desperate for something to hold onto. “tastes so good, baby. shit—” he groans against you, his words sending a rush of heat to your cheeks. “m’gonna cum,” you whimper, your body trembling. he nods, patting your leg, his way of telling you to let go. “give it to me, ma,” he murmurs, his voice full of need. you let go on his tongue, grinding your clit against his nose as your release washes over you, leaving you breathless and completely undone. after you cum, you can’t even register what’s happening when chris picks you up effortlessly and flips you over so he’s on top of you. he kisses your temple, his lips soft and comforting. “y’did so good, my love,” he murmurs, his voice full of affection. your cheeks flush as you lean into his kisses, feeling safe and warm in his hold. “can i ask you something?” he whispers, his tone gentle. you hum in response, still catching your breath. “where did you get this idea?” he asks, curiosity laced in his words. your face heats up even more—how could you possibly explain that you were staring at him and got horny because of his nose? “i just… i like your nose,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. he raises his eyebrows, clearly amused. “my nose? mkay…” he chuckles softly, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you, like he’s never letting go.

a/n: lowk based on a sexy guy in my class w a big nose😝😝

all divider from. @issysh3ll

@delooshunalhoe @chrisdollete @christophersturnn @sturniologirlzz @sturnxies @lov3bug @mattsside @emely9274 @sturnlovematt22 @sophand4n4 @sfoiasturn

[moonlightwritingf1]

One Bold Comment | OP81

🎀 summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N has a thing for Oscar's teeth. She jokingly says she wants to ride his face—and then she does.

🎀 pairing ━━━━━━━ Oscar Piastri x she!reader

🎀 word count ━━━━━━━ 1.5k

🎀 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, oral sex (f receiving)

Based on this request.

The soft hum of the evening filled the room, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel amplified—the rustle of fabric, the faint clink of a glass being set down, the way Oscar’s breath hitched ever so slightly when y/n leaned in closer. Their legs were tangled on the couch, her head resting against his shoulder, fingers absently tracing patterns on his thigh. It was one of those rare moments where the world outside didn’t exist, just the two of them and the lazy comfort of their new relationship.

“You know,” y/n started, her voice light, teasing, “I really love your teeth.”

Oscar blinked, caught off guard. He tilted his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “My… teeth?” he repeated, the corner of his mouth twitching into that subtle, dry smirk she adored.

“Yeah,” she said, sitting up just enough to meet his gaze. Her lips curved into a grin, the kind that always spelled mischief. “They’re cute. Like bunny teeth. It’s adorable.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Adorable, huh? That’s a first.” His tone was casual, but there was something flickering beneath the surface, a spark of curiosity or maybe amusement.

She tilted her head, her grin widening. “What? I can’t compliment you now?”

“Oh, you can,” he said, leaning back into the cushions, his arm casually draped behind her. “But bunny teeth? Really?”

Her laugh bubbled out, unrestrained, and she nudged him playfully. “Don’t act all shy about it. You know they’re great. They’re… I don’t know. Kinda sexy.”

His eyebrows shot up, and for a moment, he looked genuinely surprised. “Sexy?” he echoed, his voice low, almost incredulous. “My teeth?”

“Yes!” she insisted, her tone mock-serious. “So sexy, in fact…” She paused, her eyes locking with his, a mischievous glint lighting them up. “I kinda wanna ride your face.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and electric, and for a beat, neither of them moved. Then Oscar’s face shifted—subtly at first, the smirk fading into something more intent, his gaze darkening as if he was turning the idea over in his mind. There was a pause, a heartbeat of silence, before he finally spoke, his voice quieter now, softer but edged with something new. “Is that so?”

Y/n felt a flicker of surprise ripple through her. This wasn’t the usual Oscar—quiet, composed, methodical. The Oscar she knew would have laughed this off, deflected with a witty remark, maybe even blushed. But this? This was different. His calm demeanor had shifted, replaced by a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could respond, he stood, his movements smooth and deliberate. He reached for her hand, pulling her gently to her feet. Her heart skipped a beat as she followed him, their fingers intertwined, the warmth of his palm grounding her even as her thoughts raced.

He led her to the bedroom without a word, the air between them thick with anticipation. When they stepped inside, he turned to face her, his expression unreadable but his eyes blazing with something she couldn’t quite place. Slowly, he reached for the hem of her shorts, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he slid them down her legs, letting them pool at her feet. His hands lingered for a moment, tracing the curve of her thighs, before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down too.

She stood there, bare from the waist down, her breath shallow, her pulse quickening. His eyes never left hers as he walked her backward toward the bed, his touch firm but gentle. When the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, he guided her to sit, then stepped back, his gaze still locked onto hers.

“Sit down,” he instructed, his voice steady but laced with a quiet command that made her stomach flip. She complied, easing herself onto the bed, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. He climbed onto the bed after her, positioning himself flat on his back, his head propped up slightly by the pillows. Then he looked up at her, his expression softening just enough to reassure her.

“Come here. Hover over me.” he said, his voice low, inviting.

Her pulse quickened. Hover over him? She hesitated for a split second, unsure if she’d heard him right. But the way he was looking at her—steady, unflinching—left no room for doubt. Swallowing hard, she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself above him, her knees on either side of his shoulders. Her thighs trembled slightly as she hovered there, acutely aware of how exposed she was. This was new territory, uncharted waters, and the weight of his gaze on her only heightened the tension.

Oscar’s hands found her thighs, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding her closer until she was hovering directly over his face. His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She glanced down at him, her eyes wide, searching his for some sign of reassurance.

“Ride me,” he said simply, his voice calm but charged with an intensity that took her breath away. His hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her down until she felt the first brush of his tongue against her.

A gasp escaped her lips, her body jolting at the sensation. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to take charge like this. Oscar was usually so reserved, so careful, but tonight… tonight he was different. Tonight, he was bold, commanding, and it was doing things to her that she hadn’t anticipated.

“Use me,” he murmured against her, his voice muffled but clear enough to send a fresh wave of heat coursing through her. His tongue moved deliberately, exploring, tasting, driving her closer to the edge with each stroke. She instinctively reached for his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she ground against him, her hips moving of their own accord.

Every nerve in her body was alight, every touch sending sparks racing through her veins. She moaned softly, her head tipping back as pleasure coiled tight in her core, building with every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was relentless, his focus unwavering, and she could feel herself unraveling under his attention.

“Oscar,” she breathed, her voice trembling, her grip tightening in his hair. “Fuck, Oscar…”

His response was a low hum of approval, vibrating against her sensitive flesh. His hands slid up to grip her hips, fingers digging into the softness there, urging her to move faster, harder. She obliged, her thighs trembling as she ground herself down onto his mouth, her body arching with every flick of his tongue. The room filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, uneven and desperate, mingling with the wet, hungry noises coming from below.

She could feel the heat building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core, each stroke of his tongue pushing her closer to the edge. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his mouth, the pressure exquisite, almost too much but not enough all at once.

“Oscar,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the first wave of release cresting. “Oh god, Oscar—”

His hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her, his tongue relentless, his lips sealing around her clit, sucking gently before flicking it again. She cried out, her back arching sharply as the tension snapped, waves of pleasure crashing over her, dragging her under in a dizzying rush. Her legs shook, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode out the crest, her fingers clutching at his hair like a lifeline. She rode it out, grinding against his tongue until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she collapsed onto the bed beside him, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing. Then she turned her head to look at him, her vision still hazy. He was watching her, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“How was that?” he asked, his voice rough but laced with amusement.

She shook her head, still too dazed to form a proper response. “You—what—where did that come from?”

He grinned, and for the first time since this whole thing started, she saw a flicker of the old Oscar—the one who blushed and stammered and joked. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that same confident, commanding presence that had flipped her world upside down.

“Maybe I’ve been holding back,” he said, his tone casual, as if they were discussing the weather. “Or maybe… you bring it out of me.”

She stared at him, her heart still racing. And then, without warning, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of her, her lips crashing against his.

[dumpywrites]

Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem. 

Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe

It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.

While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days. 

It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.

To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.

When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasn’t that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your pet’s name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Are you looking for a small black Bombay cat?” It was the same guy who just walked past you.

“Oh my god, I am! Have you seen him???” You said, your voice was a little bit shaky. 

“He’s in my place, I’m on the seventh.” 

“Oh, me too!”

“I know.”

“Oh.” You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didn’t further question him on it. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?”

“Sure, I was just gonna go up as well.”

When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didn’t hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while. 

When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock. 

“You live next to me?!” 

“Yeah.” He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."

You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back. 

“You can sit down for a sec, I’ll go get him.” 

“Oh, right… yeah. Thank you.” You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch. 

A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap. 

“Cookie!” You called, almost teary. 

“I think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.”

“Thank you so much, I owe you… uh…”

“Yoongi.” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You repeated and introduced yourself in return. “I’m Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.” You said as you stood up, already making your way out. 

“Also, thank you for not reporting it…”

“No problem.” Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker. 

You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were. 

Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature. 

“You little rascal… you’re lucky I love you.” 

You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen. 

The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work. 

It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.

You knocked on the door and didn’t get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.

“So sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?” 

“He’s right there on the couch.” He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didn’t care. 

You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. “Cookie, you need to stop this…” You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything. 

“He jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?” 

“But I made sure to close it this morning…” You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat. 

“I think he knows how to turn door knobs, since he’s quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.” 

“I can’t believe this little demon…” You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat. 

“He’s… alright.” 

You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!). 

“You also have a cat?”

His eyes followed yours. “Oh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.” 

“That’s… that’s very nice of you.” You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely. 

“You can have the rest of the milk if you want, since you’ve figured out how he escaped and all…” 

“It’s okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you again…” You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. “I mean… I’m sorry, I’ll make sure he’ll never escape again.” 

“It’s alright, I’ll keep the milk for now.” He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just in case.”

You looked at your neighbor and couldn’t help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat. 

“Thank you so much, Yoongi. I’ll be taking this little guy here then...” You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms. 

“I got some dim sum…” 

You looked at the guy questioningly. 

“Do you maybe want some?” 

“That’d be too much, it’s okay, you go ahead and eat.” You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done. 

“Have you eaten?” 

“Y-yeah?” You asked, afraid you heard it wrong. 

“Have you eaten?” He repeated. “If not, then I insist you take some.”

“I…” You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. “I actually haven’t. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that you’re being this nice to me.”

“You can just eat them here.” 

“I don’t wanna disturb—“ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling. 

“You’re not disturbing me.” He cleared his throat and looked away. 

That was embarrassing. 

And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighbor’s dining table, eating dim sums. 

In silence. 

This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the cat’s head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.

“So… how long have you lived here?” You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward. 

“Around ten months or so.” He paused. “No, I think it’s been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.”

“Really? What were you doing overseas?” You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didn’t want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him. 

But much to your surprise, he answered. “I’m a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.” 

“Wow, that sounds amazing!” You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. “Who was the artist?”

“Uh… Halsey.” He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.

“Oh my god???” You gasped. “That’s incredible! So you’re like crazy talented?!”

“I’m alright…” 

“You should show me some of your work someday!” You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. “I mean compared to what I do that’s like really amazing.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I’m sure you’re great at what you do.” He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips. 

You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face. 

“I’m just a normal product designer at a very normal company.” You shrugged. 

“Don’t downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.” 

“Thanks…” You replied shyly. 

After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for. 

You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.

— 

Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood. 

This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighbor’s door hoping he was home. 

And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasn’t in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.

“Before you ask, no, Cookie’s right here.” You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. “I’m just here to drop by some chicken I got for you… as a thanks for your help these past few days.” You handed the plastic of food to him. “Alright, that’s all…”

He took the food from you hesitantly. “You don’t wanna come in?” 

“Aren’t you going out or something?”

“I was… but you are here.” He said, sounding unsure. 

“That’s ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?”

“I was gonna go to your place…” 

Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast. 

“But you’re all dressed up…”

“I was gonna change back.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. “I knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseok—”

You stopped his rambling. “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearby…”

“Oh.” You widened your eyes.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance. 

“This is awkward.” You chuckled. 

“Whatever, just… just come in first.”

You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm. 

After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands. 

“We’re drinking?” You said with an amused grin. 

“You can drink, right?” 

“Sure, but can you?” You playfully eyed him. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks. 

—

You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didn’t complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either. 

It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongi’s hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” You randomly asked. 

“Do I look bad?” He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap. 

"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.

He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.

“You look… handsome.”

“You think I look handsome?” He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.

You nodded and bit your lips. “And you kinda look like Cookie.” You giggled. 

He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer. 

“Your eyes…” You began to ramble. “They look just like Cookie’s, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression… you look like a cute cat.” 

“Really…” Yoongi hummed. 

“Yup!” You giggled like an idiot. 

You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling. 

“Your hair look so soft… like a cat’s fur.” You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared he’d get uncomfortable. 

Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr. 

“Pretty.” You said with a drunk smile. 

“Hmm. Pretty.” He mirrored. 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

—

To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldn’t think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.

So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heaven’s sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME??? 

You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldn’t just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didn’t feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.

When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well. 

“You’re up?” He asked with a raspy voice. 

“Yeah.” You said, still back-facing him. “We didn’t… you know…”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, okay good.”

Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer. 

“I’m sorry, this isn’t probably how you’d wanna spend your weekend.” You chuckled. 

Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. “Is this okay?” He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch. 

You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence. 

“This is nice.” He said, resting his forehead on your back. 

When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good. 

“You know, I haven’t had good sleep in… weeks.”

You were surprised by his sudden confession.

“It’s half past eleven now, and it’s not even ten minutes after I woke up…” He tittered. “My anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.”

You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongi’s mouth and it made your heart flutter. 

“I haven’t been caring. I’ve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature… I don’t know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.”

“Yoongi…” You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."

"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I don’t know why...” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yet, at least.”

“I… like this too. A lot actually.” You said shyly. 

“I would like to get to know you more if you’d like.” He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.

“I’d love that...” 

Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.

"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"

“Okay, but promise me first you won’t apologize again after kissing me.” He chuckled. 

“EXCUSE ME WHAT???”

— 

“Okay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense. 

Yoongi laughed. “You’re crazy.” He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. “I like it.” 

“I can be crazier if you open that whiskey.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you. 

Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.

In your head it just made sense. It was his lips’ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.

None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean…” You pushed him gently. “Oh my god, you’re so gonna hate me!!!”

“Hey, calm down…“ 

You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. “Please don’t hate me, I just wanted to kiss you…” You cried. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough drinking—“

And you puked. 

Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But that’s a secret between him and little Cookie. 

Thank you for reading! 💎

part 2 is here!

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Jock wants Nerdy You... Badly

🦦: Hi, it's my first time requesting without anon, so please excuse any awkwardness.

Can I request maybe yandere jock/bully x  extremely anxious male reader with an oral fixation? Only if you want, though.

A/N: I decided to go with jock since I haven’t written that yet. Hope you like it!

[Yandere! Jock x Anxious! GN! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Chase is the captain of the baseball team, and he’s helped lead the team to several victories. He’s an all-star athlete and has scores of girls (and some guys) throwing themselves at his feet. As if his position at the top of the school sports hierarchy wasn’t enough, the young man was also blessed with a pretty impressive body too— muscles for days and coming in well over six feet tall.

And he loves you so much!

But you don’t pay too much attention to Chase because you’re too busy hiding away from everyone due to your extreme social anxiety.

It feels like a curse, really. The mere thought of being trapped in a building (a.k.a. school, *shudder) with a whole bunch of other people who all stare at you and talk about you behind your back is torture!

Hence, you try your best to blend into the crowd and not stand out.

After reading a tip in a mental health article, you resulted to sucking on hard candy when you get stressed out. Your nerves start to climb? You pop a little mint into your mouth and suck on it.

It helps.

And it also garnered the attention of a certain jock.

The mere millisecond that Chase had first seen you popping a piece of candy into your mouth and sucking on it as if your life depended on it, he swore his heart had skipped a beat.

“So cute,” he’d whispered to himself as his eyes honed in on you— focusing on his cute little darling.

He has something else for you to suck on.

And from that moment on, Chase knew you are his.

You just didn’t know it yet. He just had to court you.

Unfortunately, with your social anxiety, that proved to be a little challenge to the lovesick jock.

Chase would frequently wait by your locker for you, trying to strike up a simple conversation that would lead to him asking you out. However, every time you’d see the big guy, you would turn bright red and pop a candy into your mouth, turning around and heading straight for your class instead.

Chase tried to offer you a ride home so that you wouldn’t have to ride the bus— but the idea of one-on-one time in a cramped car with a guy sent shivers down you spine, and you’d barely had time to blurt out, “No thanks!” before sprinting to the bus.

Chase even “surprisingly” transferred into some of your classes. And with one glare at the students sitting next to you, they’d fled, allowing him to take any seat that was closest to yours… but you would refuse to look up from your textbooks, your jaw clenched as you sucked on some hard candy.

But Chase is persistent.

One day, as you’re leaving English class, Chase utilizes his impressive bulk to block the classroom exit from you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in his deep voice, trying to act all nonchalant, yet his Adam’s apple quivered when he noticed you sucking on something.

“Oh,” you muttered, your face already growing cherry red, “h-hi Chase.” The exaggerated size difference between you and the jock was striking. He completely towered over you and was at least twice as wide with solid muscle. It really made your heart beat faster, both from fear and a little because you thought it was hot.

You sucked on your candy even harder.

Chase casually leaned against the door jam, crossing his big arms in front of his beefy chest. “So, I was wonderin’ if you’d come see me play tonight?” he asked, playfully flexing his massive biceps, the muscle curling out of his short sleeves with the action.

Your eyes widened, but still, the idea of being in the crowded bleachers with a bunch of screaming, rowdy people wasn’t something you looked forward to.

“Um…” you began, trying to think up an excuse to turn Chase down.

Chase could sense your hesitation, and before you could put two and two together, the large jock reached out and snatched you up. He easily tossed you over his broad shoulder, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

Chase felt on top of the world carrying you, like this was where you belonged: in his arms.

You were stunned silent, unable to move a muscle while in the strong grip of the large jock, who carried you off towards where you assumed would be the gym…

But Chase passed the gym, and even exited the school, heading towards the parking lot.

“Um, wh-where are we going?” you asked. “I thought you had a game?”

Chase puffed out his chest with pride.

He has you! He finally has you! And he’s not going to let go.

Chase stopped in front of his car, practically tossing you inside.

He quickly ran to the driver’s side, starting up the car and speeding off, taking you, his Darling, home with him so that he can really see your sucking skills in action!

[littlelamy]

the press tour: drew starkey x actress!reader

the press room is abuzz with energy as you and drew starkey take your seats for the latest interview on your movie better than friends. the film has been receiving rave reviews, and the chemistry between you and drew has sparked a whirlwind of speculation among fans. you’ve been fielding questions about your on-screen romance, but the real intrigue has been about your off-screen relationship.

the interviewer, a charismatic woman with a playful smile, wraps up the standard questions about the film. then, with a glint in her eye, she leans forward, clearly ready to stir the pot.

“so, better than friends,” she begins, her tone taking on a teasing edge. “it’s been quite a ride with you two on this press tour. the fans have been making all kinds of edits and posts, convinced there’s more going on between you two than just acting. care to address the rumors?”

you glance over at drew, who meets your gaze with a confident, almost challenging look. his arm is casually draped over the back of your chair, a touch that feels both intimate and reassuring.

“well,” you say, playing along with a mischievous grin, “there’s certainly a lot of chemistry between us. we’ve enjoyed working together, and that definitely translates on screen.”

drew chuckles, the sound low and warm. “yeah, the fans are pretty perceptive. they’ve been picking up on something we’ve been trying to keep under wraps.”

the interviewer’s eyes twinkle with curiosity as she leans in closer. “so, are you saying that there might be more to this relationship than meets the eye? the fans seem pretty convinced there’s a bit of reality behind those on-screen sparks.”

you give drew a sidelong glance, your fingers brushing lightly against his. it’s clear the interviewer is enjoying the flirtatious undercurrent of the conversation, and you can feel the excitement in the air.

“well, it’s true that there’s been some chemistry,” you say, allowing your voice to carry a hint of warmth. “and, you know, sometimes reality mirrors art in unexpected ways.”

drew’s hand finds yours under the table, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, his eyes never leaving yours. “i’d say the fans have been pretty spot on,” he adds, his voice low and filled with a playful tone. “there’s definitely been something going on between us that’s a little bit beyond just friends.”

the interviewer’s smile widens, clearly delighted by the admission. “so, is it safe to say that what we’re seeing on screen is just a hint of what’s actually happening off-screen?”

you laugh softly, the sound light and teasing. “i think it’s fair to say that the chemistry isn’t all just for show. we’ve got something pretty special going on.”

drew nods, his expression both tender and confident. “yeah, we’ve been keeping things private, but there’s definitely more to our relationship than just what you see in the film.”

the press room seems to hum with excitement as the news sinks in. cameras flash, and you can feel the buzz of anticipation from the fans who are watching this unfold. it’s a revelation that will have them talking for days.

the interviewer chuckles, clearly pleased with the direction the conversation has taken. “well, it sounds like the fans were right. it’s always nice to see that real-life connections can be even more compelling than what we see on screen.”

you and drew exchange a look of mutual understanding and satisfaction. the playful banter has brought your relationship into the spotlight, and you’re both ready to embrace this new chapter.

as the interview wraps up, the room is alive with the sound of flashing cameras and excited murmurs. you and drew stand up, his hand still lightly clasping yours. there’s a shared sense of exhilaration between you, and the moment feels electric.

the interviewer’s final words drift behind you as you and drew make your way out of the press room. the anticipation from the fans and the buzz of the press make the air feel charged, and you can’t help but glance at drew with a grin.

“that was quite the reveal,” you say, your voice a mix of excitement and satisfaction.

drew returns your smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “yeah, it was. i think we made a lot of fans very happy today.”

you step out into the quieter hallway, away from the clamor of the press. the adrenaline from the interview still buzzes in your veins, and you can feel the intensity of the moment lingering between you. drew pulls you gently towards him, the playful smile on his face softening into something more sincere.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” drew murmurs, his voice low and filled with affection.

you tilt your head, meeting his gaze. the hallway is dimly lit, the quiet atmosphere contrasting sharply with the energy of the press room. drew’s hand slides to the back of your neck, his touch gentle but possessive.

“do what?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper as you take in the closeness of his presence.

drew leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. “this.”

he closes the distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. the kiss starts gentle, a tender exploration of the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface. it’s a kiss that speaks of all the moments you’ve shared, the connection that goes beyond words.

as the kiss deepens, drew’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer. your fingers tangle in his hair, and the world outside the hallway fades away. it’s just the two of you, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

when you finally pull back, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting gently against each other. there’s a shared smile, an unspoken understanding that this moment is special and perfectly timed.

“i guess the fans weren’t wrong,” you say softly, your fingers tracing along his jawline.

drew chuckles, his eyes shining with affection. “no, they definitely weren’t.”

[pretty-little-mind33]

BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM!

(ft. aaron taylor johnson characters)

ask: Idk if you do headcanons like these and I don't quite know how to get my ask into words. So, fluff, and positions that reader is usually in with the boys that you write for. I don't mean sexual positions, or cuddling ones, or any specific, just positions.

warnings: briefly sexual (nothing major)

includes - in said order

~ James Potter - harry potter marauder's era (yes ik it's technically a fancast but 🥺 he's my baby)

~ Tangerine - bullet train

~ Dave Lizewski - kick-ass

~ Count Alexei Vronksy - anna karenina 2012

~ Tom Ryder - the fall guy

~ Pietro Maximoff - avengers: age of ultron

~ hope you like this! kinda turned into relationship headcanons with a theme! ~

• James's love languages are a mix of physical touch and acts of service which means he always has his hands on you in some form or another!

• Holding your hand while you walk? Check. Having an arm around your shoulder when you're sitting on the couch? Check. Playing with your fingers/hair when he's bored in class? Check.

• Basically, he's a koala and you're his favorite tree.

• He walks with his hand in yours, your fingers intertwined (just holding them is for the weak) and he'll stroke his thumb on your palm.

• When he becomes agitated and can't sit still anymore, he'll bounce all around you and you physically cannot get him off you. It's times like those that means you aren't the little spoon anymore—he is.

• (Bonus points if you scratch his head while you spoon)

• James gives the best piggy-back rides. THE B E S T. He'll hold your hands in front of him, making you laugh as he runs around the common room (annoying everyone else) and then drops you on the couch. If you're laughing so hard you're crying his mission was successful.

• He loves when you lie against him. Not necessarily for cuddles but just when you're tired, or you're reading a book and he's being used as a prop lmao. He likes feeling useful!

• When he picks you up, he likes having you wrapped around him—your arms around his neck, his on your ass!

• Not in a sexual way but he likes leaning against your boobs and using one as an stress-ball if he can. He thinks your boobs/stomach are the best pillows ever.

• If he's still criss-cross, you'll always find yourself in his lap, playing with his fingers as he mumbles sweet nothings in your ear or just casually has a conversation with his friends.

• When James is talking to you, since he's taller than you (make him any height lmao canon don't matter—have your fun, babes), he'll hold your chin to help you look up at him. He tells you he can listen to you better if he focuses on you like this.

• It's bullshit but you don't care.

• You love wrapping your arms around his strong torso, feeling his muscles under your hands.

• Overall, James can NEVER take his hands off you. You're just his favorite girl!

• Tough guy pretends he doesn't like physical touch—and yeah, most of the time he does hate it. He's kind of a germaphobe and a neat freak so having strangers touch him? He'd rather put a bullet through their skull.

• Only, you aren't a stranger. You're his partner—his lover.

• Tangerine's favorite place where he holds you is around your waist, griping lightly onto whatever you're dressed in and squeezes your flesh. As in to say I'm here, I'll always be here for you.

• His love language is 100% quality time and acts of service. He loves being around you. He likes touching you in small ways, like resting his chin on your shoulder when you cook, or holding your hand in public and overwhelming situations (like in a bus, or a plane, or even walking in a crowded street).

• He's silly and overprotective like that 🤭

• When you're at dinners with friends, he'll always sit next to you. Always. He's facing the door in case something happens, his hand lightly touching your thigh as the conversation continues.

• Big spoon!! His hand gently resting on your stomach, his lips near your ear as he snores only gently. The blankets are a mess all tangled around you both.

• Random but Tangerine 100% likes his room cold!! So, the more blankets the more he's warm and toasty and he can snuggle you!

• He likes picking you up bridal style. 1. So he's all cute and like a handsome prince saving the princess (which makes you swat him over the head because ew) and 2. simply to display his own strength lmao.

• You guys will play-fight often. It's not even training—even though it's disguised as training—it's just him chasing you around the house and attacking you with tickles, smooches, and love-bites!

• He doesn't give you piggy-back rides necessarily—instead, it's more like during those play-fighting times you'll jump on his back and hold an arm around his neck while you laugh.

• Tangerine isn't phased and will often simply shrug you off him and send you a glare (hiding a smirk).

• You like trimming his facial hair while you sit on his lap. He's sitting on the toilet seat, a bowl of hot water on the sink beside him and he has you on his lap, carefully holding his face in your hands as you shave him/trim him and use the water to wipe the shaving cream away.

• Constantly pretends to dislike your attention in a joking way, but genuinely loves when you shower him with love! He's love starved fr.

• Dave is similar to James in the sense that he loves touching you whenever he's around you. He loves nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and leaving little kisses.

• He likes having his hand in yours when you walk around, or even if you're sitting and doing something—like watching a movie!

• His favorite position to be in when you're on the couch watching a movie is him sitting normally and you're tucked into his side, leaning on him. Poor lil dude sometimes forgets to watch the movie he's so enamored by you.

• When you're out grocery shopping, you like to stand on the cart with his arms around you from behind as he pushes the cart (if that makes sense! it's very cartoon-esque if you know what I mean) and he likes making funny impressions in your ear as you're pushed around the store.

• Dave likes making you laugh! Which means sometimes he settles for stupid jokes, but other times he gets into tickles you mercilessly when you're cuddling in bed. It's so bad you almost piss yourself and you have to push him off you.

• You retaliate—of course—almost breaking his glasses as he flops around the bed too much!

• Dave plays video-games, I feel like that's obvious and he likes when either you hang around him when he's playing or if you like sit in his lap and do your own thing, or watch along with him!

• Sometimes, he'll even let you eat his headphones so you can listen along and "play".

• If you're good at video games, you often take over hard levels for him and he doesn't at all feel threatened! Or maybe only once when Todd and Matry tease him about it but otherwise he likes that you're good at the games he isn't good at!

• Dave lets you try on his kick-ass mask! Which you find super fun and you have a blast, taking loads of cute selfies which you obviously can't show anyone!

• You make fun of him bc his mask is ugly (sorry 😃) but in a loving way because he pulls it off.

• Dave 🤝 peppering kisses all over you!

• Holds your bags for you (school, shopping, any bag) and he knows the side-walk rule! He also does that thing where if you bend over and there is something sharp, he's put his hand over the sharp corner (sometimes even subconsciously)

• DAVE LIZEWSKI IS SOO BOYFRIEND CORE 💞

• Alexei is obviously more formal given the time period and his social status. He grew up rich and well-educated, and he's a cavalry officer meaning he's well-trained in discipline! Which means, he's not a very obviously affectionate person in public!

• In other words—no PDA 🙂

• In public, he'll have his hand resting behind your back, he'll keep you close to him and he'll save all his dances with you but nothing more.

• In private? Oh, he's very affectionate.

• Neck and cheek kisses galore! Whenever he walks by you, he'll spin you around and then press a chaste kiss on your lips—complimenting you on your dress/hair.

• Sits close to you at dinners and he holds your hand under the table, stroking your thumb. It's intimate and private so he loves doing this!

• Alexei helps the maids with your corset and everything if he’s ready before you and he loves watching you put on your makeup and your jewelry. He finds it fascinating and he'll just sit on the bed and talk to you where your maids help you.

• Obviously, he loves going riding with Frou-Frou! He gifted you a horse so you could learn how to ride and you guys can go on picnics and ride around fields all cute 🥰

• While you have your own horse, he still wants you sitting in front of him on Frou-Frou most of the time, your back pressed to his chest as he takes control.

• Very very much into taking control on the relationship.

• He likes to dance with you! You'll have little dancing sessions in the parlor room and it's very very fun!

• Lights cigarettes for you! (like that scene in the movie, yk the one! I'm salivating!)

• OKAY TOM RYDER L O V E S TEASING.

• It's basically his love language! He's very much like a school boy who pulls girls hair in the playground because they like them…so immature at times 😀

• Still, he has his mature moments!

• Tom really likes having his arm around your waist, his palm flat on your stomach—claiming—as in saying you're his and only his.

• Say you're in a conversation with someone and Tom is around? Boom, he's by your side in seconds and he's holding you possessively. Fake smiles all around (yes, he's jealous)

• Tom likes taking you to his favorite restaurants (bonus points if it's fancy and he can see you all dressed up!) He'll pull out your chair and all that! Very gentlemanly when he wants to be!

• He likes laying his head on your lap when you're at home watching a movie or something. It's completely innocent and he especially loves when you play with his hair!

• You like to shower together—no further elaborations 🤫

• Back to the teasing—that means whenever he sees you on set, he'll make small comments or slap your ass and whistle. It can be seen as kinda hostile but you know he means well and you just flip him off if it really bothers you.

• Tom likes to assert his dominance, which means he'll do the thing if you're in the kitchen and he needs to walk by you, he'll lift you by your waist and manhandle you any way he wants.

• MANHANDLING IS HIS THING 😏

• Hand holding but it's his arm across your shoulder as you hold his hand. He likes doing this when you're walking around because he can be close to you!

• If you're a yapper, he'll always listen but he'll also get distracted so he does the humming thing and that's when you know you've lost him.

• You swat him on the back of the head if he's acting too dumb—which prompts him to chase you around and punish you with a thousand little kisses.

• Secretly a dork that acts all cool and shit 🙄

• Very sexual lmao. Horn-dog. Can making anything that isn't sexual—sexual. He'll grind against you unprompted and also pretend to fuck you from behind if ever you bend over!

• Big boob and ass guy so when he's cuddling with you, he'll need to hold onto one of the two or he'll whine like a child.

• "What? I'm just a guy, babe. I see 'em, I want 'em," is his favorite excuse 💞

• Pietro is hyper active and that means he loves doing active things with you: like running, or swimming, or any kind of sports.

• Super spontaneous so he'll just come home with a trip to go rock-climbing randomly and you're just 😀 huh, what?!

• Obviously because of his super-speed he loves to pick you up and have you in his arms while he runs. You guys can basically run everywhere lmao.

• Pietro likes when you dote on him when he's tired from running! He really likes when you play with his hair and make sure he stays hydrated because of all the exercise he inevitably does!

• He's BIG on being cared for 🤭 like treating his wounds after a mission!? He'll stay extremely still for that and grin so hard when you take care of him.

• BIG HUGGER! Fully wraps his entire arms around you like a teddy bear and kisses your neck!

• He's a competitive guy so he likes making up competitions with you. Who can eat more cherries in under a minutes? Who can find the weirdest looking plant in the store? Who can run faster to the pole (this one is plainly unfair) either way he finds random little games he likes to play with you.

• I think he's the little spoon 😌 he likes being cuddled.

• You both tease each other. DEF you're a prank couple (in the cute way not the psychotic youtuber way)!

• He's a jokester so making you laugh is his favorite pastime and his one goal.

• Bonus points if you snort out your water/drink if you do laugh. He likes seeing how embarrassed you become and it makes him want to kiss you even more!

• Very boyfriend core even if slightly immature

[tibby-art]

i am straight up on my hands and knees BEGGING for more hitman au

crazy that you mention that actually because i did write another snippet a little while ago.. here’s a doodle i did to accompany it + the writing under the cut

=+=

Grian gazed out the window of the bus, soaking in the quiet evening of the city. It had been some time since he was out in public like this, since he had felt like a normal citizen going about her daily buisness. It was nice to be outside the NHO headquarters for once, free to do what she pleased. Well, sort of.

Grian wasn’t exactly free. He was allowed some free time out when there was no training, lab visits, or missions. However, she was only allowed outside the NHO with a bodyguard. Someone who could both protect him from the overstimulation of the outside world, as well as protect others from her… if he were to ever lose control of his powers, or something.

Yes, riding the bus with a former-criminal-turned-professional-hitman certainly made the whole experience feel less normal for Grian.

“It’s nice to take public transportation once in a while,” Scar mused, stretching his arms over his head. “Us vexes don’t get to do that much anymore, when we can just fly around wherever we need to go.”

“That must be so much better, though,” Grian pointed out. “You can fly wherever you want, and you don’t even have to pay the bus fare.”

“Let me tell you, Grian, flying can be so tiring,” Scar huffed. “Sometimes I’m so tired by the time we show up to a hit, we need to take a breather on the roof for a few minutes. The NHO should just let us have a car for the long missions, for goodness’ sake!”

Grian did a quick check of his surroundings. The bus was pretty empty this time of day, but she got no sense that any of the passengers were paying attention to Scar so casually talking about being a hitman. A brief tap into watcher vision didn’t show any movement from the passengers behind her, either.

“Cub’s in much better shape than me,” Scar rambled on. “Did you know that man was a professional basketball player once? Or was it golf…? Actually, I think it was both.”

The NHO didn’t deem it too urgent to send both their prized hitmen on Grian-watching duty, so Cub had stayed behind at the headquarters. Last time Grian had seen Cub, he was showing off a ring of keys to Scar, saying how he was going to get a lot of ‘research’ done that night.

“What are those keys for?” Grian asked.

“Don’t know yet,” Cub shrugged. “That’s part of the fun”.

“So… those aren’t your keys?”

Cub and Scar just grinned at her.

“….This is our stop,” Grian said.

The pair exited the bus. The Hermit City library stood before them.

“Library, huh?” Scar asked. “Do you have some overdue books from before you became a watcher or something?”

“Not so loud,” Grian scolded, glancing around a mostly empty city street. “But, no. Speaking of… that, I wanted to see if there were any books I could find on the subject.”

Scar raised an eyebrow. “Do you think a public library would have better information than what we have at the NHO?”

Grian shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”

The library was pretty empty at this time of day. In fact, they probably closed in an hour or so. Grian had deliberately chosen a time of day where less people would be around, so that the trip was less overwhelming on his new senses. Scar had complained that he wasn’t a morning person, so they settled on the evening instead. Grian secretly was also glad she could sleep in a little.

“Geez, when’s the last time I’ve been in one of these?” Scar muttered, glancing at the countless shelves of books as they walked past.

“What, are you allergic to reading?” Grian teased.

“Well, I am dyslexic, so… sort of?”

Grian realized that for a trip to the library to do some research, she probably should have gotten Cub to come. The man literally has two science degrees, after all.

The two made their way to the front desk, where the librarian on duty appeared to be preoccupied… knitting a hand puppet of some kind?

“Well howdy there!” The librarian looked up from his work cheerfully. He had long, brown hair that was dyed neon green at the tips, matching perfectly with her pointed green glasses. “What can I help y’all with?”

“Uh, yes, um.” Grian tapped his fingers on the desk. “We were wondering if you had any books on Watchers, and where they might be?”

“Watchers, huh…” The librarian furrowed their brow. “Now that’s an obscure topic.” He swiveled his chair towards his computer to investigate further. Grian began to grow anxious with how obvious he felt they were being.

“I know, right?” Scar sighed, leaning on the desk casually. “It’s for some lame group project that’s like, a fourth of our final grade in the class.”

“Yikes! That sounds rough,” The librarian remarked as she typed on the computer. Grian tapped into his sixth sense and didn’t pick up on any feelings of suspicion from the librarian. Maybe bringing Scar was a good idea.

“Okay, well, most of these books that are coming up seem to be more on the… fantasy side,” The librarian explained after a moment of scrolling. “I know those guys are mythological beings, but you said you’re doing a research project, so I’m guessing you want something more factual…”

“Yeah, anything with information about where they came from, what they do, stuff like that.” Grian nodded. “Y’know, like if they were real.”

“Oh! Here’s something promising.” The librarian turned the monitor so that Grian and Scar could see. “This book right here seems to be a study of the tales of Watchers throughout history. Although… it looks like our only copy is checked out at the moment.”

“Really?” Grian asked. “By who?”

The librarian blinked. “Hm… y’know, I’m actually not sure if I’m supposed to like, give that information to people? Like, legally?”

“There’s another person in our group project, so we just want to know if they beat us to checking out this book,” Scar lied. “Communication in group projects, am I right?”

“Pff, yeah, that makes sense,” The librarian turned the computer back to face him. “It looks like this book is currently being borrowed by a Martyn. With a y! How fancy.”

“Ah, Martyn with a y, of course!” Scar exclaimed. “Well, now we know that Martyn has the book, right Grian?”

“Yup,” Grian agreed, mind racing.

“Hey, actually…” The librarian scrolled down on the computer some more. “You guys sure got the right person for this project. It looks like this Martyn fella has been checking this book out for a few months now?”

Grian’s eyes widened.

“Ohh, that Martyn,” Scar laughed. “Always getting the head start on things! Uh, did we need anything else, Grian?”

“Um…” Grian needed to think fast. Whoever this Martyn person was, he’s been checking the same book on Watchers out for months. Surely he has to know something about them. Grian had to speak to him. But how on earth were they going to find this person?

Grian focused on the back of the librarian’s computer monitor. For a brief moment, in her mind’s eye, he could see the content of computer screen, from the librarian’s eyes. There on the screen was a full name: Martyn Littlewood.

“Nope, that’s all,” Grian replied, blinking rapidly as he returned to his own vision.

“Great. Well, you two have a good one!” The librarian said cheerfully, and returned to their knitting.

Grian and Scar briskly made their way outside.

“Wow. So who’s this Martyn guy? I didn’t think anyone else cared about Watchers that much,” Scar began, turning to Grian. “Oh uh, Grian, you’ve got something there…” Scar pointed to his own nose, looking worried all of a sudden.

“Huh?” Grian wiped his nose on his sleeve instinctively, expecting snot. However, when he glanced at his arm he saw red.

“Ah.” At least her sweater was already red.

“What did you do in there?” Scar asked, his green eyes intense with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I was able to get a better look at that computer, and see the guy’s last name,” Grian explained. “Martyn Littlewood. Whoever he is, he might have a ton of information about Watchers. I’ve got to find him and have a word with him.”

“Grian, you’re amazing!” Scar exclaimed, impressed. “Well, finding someone in this city should be easy enough for a Watcher.”

“Shush,” Grian glanced around the empty bus stop. “Or we could try, y’know, looking the name up online first…” Grian quickly pulled out her phone. “Ah. Found him.”

“What? You’re kidding.”

“Oh my god, Scar.”

“What?”

“Scar.” Grian held the phone out. “Martyn Littlewood is…”

“A youtuber?” Scar’s jaw dropped as he scrolled through the list of videos. “And he makes videos talking about-“

“Watchers.”

Scar stared at Grian, dumbfounded.

“Scar, I think we just found the world’s biggest, and perhaps only, Watcher fanatic,” Grian stated in disbelief. “And he lives right here in Hermit City.”

[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[suna rintaro, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu, kita shinsuke]

a/n- as someone whos high school is very populated and downtown, my takes on these are very correct. trust me bro. i’m bored too 🎧 — part two

suna rintaro

my man here is not stupid trust in a bitch (hardly tries and still gets a 3.5)

he would def run a fight account in high school (coming from someone who also did the same)

the name would be smt like 'inarizaki_fightclub' or 'inarizaki.bops'

atsumu would be the first submission to 'inarizaki.bops'

suna, in modern day high school, is the type of person who would also probably wear essentials fog or own shoes like onitsuka tigers

his type of style would be casual streetwear

would also have a secret finsta dedicated to random shit like his fits or random fights of the twins

would make shared playlists on spotify w you and would also stalk your airbuds to see what you listen to in order to add that type of music on your shared playlists

"oh? yeah i fuck with that artist too."

regular ft calls and sends you dark humor tiktoks

unlike the hcs some ppl do calling him a "stoner", he'd prob judge and cringe.

he's a volleyball athlete for god's sake

very trusting person w you and would be talking massive shit w you abt other people

you and him would co-run the 'inarizaki.bops' acc and you would make the captions

dates would include: at either of you guys’ places and movie nights, cozy dates and quality time

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, pinkpantheress, artic monkeys, a$ap rocky, xxxtentacion

kageyama tobio

now this guy...he's the type of person to take honors or aps, not try and still get at least a 3 on the exam (avg gpa would be 2.8 or smt)

he would def wear skinny joggers and nike crewnecks (ON A GOOD DAY) with overused air forces.

he would wear black air forces...

would have an insta account that doesn't post shit, but would still manage to get a good 500 followers.

central cee glazer

a p.e. tryhard

"bruh c'mon. it's not that fucking hard, just kick the ball."

if he didn't play volleyball, he would play basketball and be FUCKING GOOD.

one of those shy but very active kids.

would def always be texting you all the time if you're not there.

you two sharing an airpod while riding the bus tgt would very much be almost everyday

he would def wanna try to study w you during study hall and you two would be in a spotify friend jam (where you listen to the same music at the same time)

imessage games every time he's bored

you're the main reason he's even passing his classes in the first place.

dates would include: long walks around the city and the park. def a cute date

artists he would listen to: drake, lil uzi vert, playboi carti, mac miller, travis scott, yeat

miya atsumu

on track student, barely. (2.3 gpa)

one ap but it’s bringing his unweighted down HEAVY

would have a heart attack if he noticed his shoes creased and have a heavy nike/jordan collection

snapchat 'wyll' warrior and his snap score is most likely at least at 500k

be on drake's side during the kendrick beef

he would def have around 1.2k followers on his pub insta

if yall were dating, he would only follow you and a hypewear brand like bape or essentials

would wear those red plaid pants if inarizaki didn’t have a uniform

also an essentials wearer and ex-highlighter kid

car fanatic

would send you videos like “which toilet would you shit the hardest in”

his reposts would be ALL ABOUT YOU (then some complaining abt having a twin/volleyball tiktoks)

he would most def have a highlight abt you

but… he’s the most annoying p.e. tryhard EVER.

your friends most likely think he's weird and a bop

you would have to keep making excuses abt him

"he’s not that bad!!”

babe, he is most likely a dior sauvage user and he's on 'inarizaki.bops'…

dates would include: wingstop or fast food late at night + shopping sprees (he hypes you up when trying clothes on)

artists he would listen to: drake, playboi carti, charlie puth, sexyy red, gunna

kita shinsuke

he would most def be on stuco and national honors society (3.9 gpa)

would walk you home NO MATTER THE DISTANCE.

is the type to have a private insta with less than 100 followers bc he would be private

would post you and tag you. hard launch type of man.

GREENEST FLAG EVER.

would probably repost ‘inarizaki.bops’ posts ironically since they include his teammates

he would def wear casual but not hella casual either

imagine linen pants, baggy jeans, and the occasional stussy shirt

kita would be the type of guy to write you those extravagant love letters that are 4 feet tall

would write your initial on the side of his shoes (idk if yall have seen that but yeah)

he would def also get you those forever rose bouquets

the two of you would def be playing badminton together as a hobby

study hall w him is serious and also fun

“okay okay, now let’s get back to these functions”

dates would include: taking you out to dinner and cute cafe dates

artists he would listen to: the weeknd, the 1975, eyedress, wave to earth

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part two

[meimei-archives]

I loveee boxer rafe i definitely think it should turn into a series 🫢🫢

Imagine since there relationship is such a secret one of rafe opponents see y/n but knows she works for Rafe and wants to ask her out which leads to a jealous Rafe.

Or another one when they go out they can’t be all over eachother but girls sometimes try to flirt with him but he dose not even pay attention and y/n takes him to the bathroom

BODY PARTY PT3!:: Rafe cameron

WARNING! :: boxer!rafe, mentions of drug & alcohol use, rejection, jealous!manager!reader, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, dacryphilia.

SUMMARY! :: with Rafe winning his belt more than ever riding on the high of his new popularity he’s been advised to go to more outings. But with popularity comes desperate groupies…and you don’t like that at all.

You didn’t hate parties. Everybody’s having fun, and drinking getting equally fucked up as the next person and no one could judge. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hate parties in the Hills because of how coked out everyone got, or how sloshed some famous people were and they’d hang all over others they had just met for the first time.

It isn’t as bad depending on who you are. But when you had told Rafe that he had to start networking and getting to know other people while he’s on the uprise and gaining more and more popularity with people of high status who watch boxing and knows his stats and resume that bet on him; well…Rafe wasn’t exactly the happiest about it.

He liked to do his own thing. It was one thing to throw a party for you and your friends, and it was a completely different thing to be invited to yacht parties and be put in an environment where you only know maybe a handful of people. But Rafe appreciated you a bit more when you decided that you’d be his secret plus one, not exactly standing to him but not too far to make sure he doesn’t get himself in trouble.

And in trouble he could have been.

Rafe sat on a couch with a cigarette as he talked to a pretty popular kick boxer, your eyes latch onto him as waves of girls sit around them listening to them chat, it was like watching a club scene in jersey shore. All the girls watch on looking around and mumbling to each other hoping one of them would get picked. All of them looking like they just stepped off a runway.

And at first it didn’t bother you, you sat against a wall talking with Ruthie, Toppers on again off again model girlfriend. Though you never dwell much on her presence due to her nasty attitude as she spews on and on about how she was trying to get back in her right now ex’s good graces after being seen out with an actor. But you were barely even listening because the second she opened her mouth a tall brunette girl sat next to Rafe and placed a hand on his bicep and to anyone else it might have been off handed and just casual.

But you were a woman with eyes…and you’ve fucked Rafe before so you know what brushing against someone and holding onto them meant and you didn’t like it one bit. You press your cup to your mouth as you eye her the nasty feeling that boiled in the pit of your stomach twists but you ignore it as you swallow the warm liquor that burns your throat.

“Are you good? You do realize you don’t have to watch everything Rafe does?” Ruthie pipes up snapping you out of your trance with a sharp look in your eyes “I’m fine. I just don’t want Rafe to do anything that’ll get him thrown under the bus” you shrug as you sink further back into your seat.

“He’s a grown man, and a public figure…so sooner or later you’re gonna run into an issue with beating the ladies off with a stick” she laughs as she takes a hit of her vape that once sat in her lap blowing back what you assume is a minty flavor that hits your face that makes you glare at her through the corner of your eyes.

Before sighing “I know, and it’s not even the fact that he’s getting a taste of the life it’s just…” you want to say that you’d knock the girls head off her shoulders if she kept trying it but you don’t, because you know it’s more blow back on you than anyone so you sigh and roll your eyes “think of it from my perspective; Rafe is this hot guy and everyone on the internet is jumping down his throat and thirsting over him, if he’s caught out and about with some groupie, I have to clean it up. And I don’t want his downfall to be some stupid one night stand with girl who can’t wait to tell her friends she slept with thee Rafe Cameron at stupid party in the hills” you groan, and although you could more or less a good excuse even if you weren’t involved with Rafe.

“Okay, that’s fair…but you’ve been managing Rafe since he was 18?” She shrugs “I’m sure you’ve dealt with a groupie or two in your time” she laughs it off making you laugh with a slight disgusted scrunch to your face “not really, no. Rafe hasn’t been girlfriend oriented since he left the outer banks, he’s been locked in on work. And I think with this new wave of like attention he’s realizing more than ever there is more to him than just boxing. I don’t want to ruin it for him” you whine and makes Ruthie groan.

“You are so caught up in Rafe world that you don’t even worry about yourself. When was the last time you had sex?” Which makes you snap your head towards her instinctively before playing it off with a faux offended look “I’ll have you know I have had plenty of sex…in my life” you trail off in embarrassment and it makes Ruthie snicker as she points over to Rafe “well it’s looking like neither of you are getting laid tonight” with a smirk as she watches ahead.

Rafe grabbed the girls wrist and placed it in her lap carefully and it makes you narrow your eyes to read his lips in the dimly lit room as the girl slightly cowers back in embarrassment with a sower look on her face, and from what you can gather Rafe’s lips read “thank you, but no” and you fight the urge to smirk against the small bit of the drink in your cup as you toss it back swallowing harshly.

As if Rafe could feel your eyes on him they move from the bored and uninterested look to your eyes softening which earns a small wave in return. You stand abruptly making Ruthie turn to you “where are you off to? Going to break it up?” She asks almost amused to see the pretty girl with a frown on her lips but you shake your head “going to get a refill” you shoot her a small smile. For some reason although you could blame the strong liquor you could say Ruthie isn’t that bad…but you’ve known Ruthie for a while and you also know she’s equally annoying as any other groupie even after she made girlfriend status so you don’t think too much about it.

The kitchen was vintage styled and you liked it, as you skim through the various liquor options and settling on one as you pop the cap off when the sound of heavy footsteps come close and stop in next to you making you look over your shoulder to be met with Rafe. “Hey” his voice quiet as if he was walking on eggshells around you. Though he has no reason to be in your eyes, the two of you are sleeping together and have yet to talk about your relationship and the label behind it.

You couldn’t act like a jealous girlfriend if you weren’t even together, right? “Hey” you respond as you turn back to your cup and pour your drink. “No model?” You ask although it doesn’t come out how you planned it to be sounding more annoyed than anything which makes Rafe tense. “Nah…no model” he responds trying to lighten the mood before his fingers brush against the bottom of your skirt tugging it a bit as if he were a kid in a store holding onto his mother.

“Are you mad?” He asks lowly and it makes your brows furrow as you close the bottle and look over at him “should I be?” You were really walking on a thin rope right now, people were scattered around the kitchen and you couldn’t really tell why you had this weird feeling like everyone was watching, but you didn’t look away from him. “No…I just-” he sighs as if he was guilty of something, but you knew better.

“Come on” you mumbled as you walk past the many people gathered for beer pong in a corner, you walk down the dark hallway and up the stairs as the loud music had become distant. Picking one of many rooms to talk in, the bathroom a bit spacious he closes the door behind you both and locking it before turning to see you looking at yourself in the mirror fixing up your hair and wiping away the small smudge of lipstick on the corner of your mouth.

“Please don’t be mad?” It was as if he was convinced you were angry and distant as the buzz of a few beers starts to kick in, he walks closer to your pressing your back to his chest and wrapping the buff arms around your waist. The feeling of his warm breath and body heat against you makes you slightly tense and it makes the blonde frown. “I’m sorry” he mumbled against your skin and it makes you sigh, you hated that Rafe was apologizing to you for something when he did nothing wrong.

“I’m not mad at you, stop saying sorry” you say softly and it makes his blue eyes glossed over meet yours through the mirror “what’dya mean?” He blinks slowly and it makes you turn around to face him. “I like you Rafe, and we have sex…a lot, but, I’m not your girlfriend” you shake your head watching his face as his eye slightly twitches at your words. “I don’t have a right to be jealous or be mad at you, I don’t like the idea of you with other girls but…what you decide to do with them is out of my control at that point” with a shrug and a sad smile that makes Rafe’s frown deepen.

“I don’t want them. That’s something you don’t have to worry about. I came here with you. I don’t care if we’re in the same room on different sides or if you’re across the country. I like you, and I told you that the night we first had sex. I’m not going to do anything to break my word on that, I’m not that type of person” he gripped onto the hem of your skirt like once before tightly with an intense look in his eyes.

“That’s why I told that girl no thanks. After you walked off she asked me why, and I told her it’s because I’m interested in someone else and I can’t ruin it” he whispered and his voice is so vulnerable. “You’re not ruining anything, I am. I was just so jealous that while some model, actress, whoever gets to hit on you and be all up under you and I can barely stand next to you for too long. And I really hate the fact that she touched you” your face could turn blue with the list of insecurities you had in this situation but you didn’t want to make it a bigger deal.

“You were jealous? You have nothing to be jealous of. I don’t know them, and I don’t want them. Why would I go and fuck up a good situation with you for one night with someone I don’t care about?” He looks at you and it makes you look down at your shoes in embarrassment. “Look at me” Rafe was rather stoic around others, standoffish to most, but when it was the two of you it felt like all vulnerability and emotions were easily brought out to the forefront.

“Baby, please look at me” he sounded as if he were begging and you hated it, yet you reluctantly look up at him with a small frown “I want you. I said it and I’m not going back on it” he whispered and it makes a wave of reliefs wash over your once heavy bones you nod and cup his cheek pressing a soft kiss to his lips “I almost knocked her head off her shoulders” you mumble against his mouth and it makes him snicker in return.

“Yeah? I bet you would’ve, I can’t believe you watched me tell her no and still got jealous” his tone very lighthearted and it makes you press your face into his chest a groan out of embarrassment. “Let me show you how much I want you” he whispered as his hands rub against your back and it makes you look up at him with an unreadable expression as you watch him.

The few seconds that pass felt like forever in the moment "So what's stopping you from doing it?" you said with a flirtatious tone. His brows lift at your words, you cock your head to the side questioning him. His arms tighten around your waist as his eyes look into yours "is this what you wanted?" your hands find their way to his shoulder, your fingers caressing his short blonde tresses on the back of his neck. "I think i want a little bit more than this" your faces gravitate like magnets until your warm breath is on his face.

Gripping at your waist Rafe pulls you closer until your chests touch "yeah?" he asks snarkily, narrowing his eyes "mhm" you hum nodding as your faces lean closer and closer until the tips of your noses brush against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut out of instinct, closing the distance between the both of you. His soft lips trace yours as the sound of lips smacking against each other becomes the only sound in the bathroom.

You felt dizzy at the mere feeling of his lips on your and the smell of his cologne engulfs you sending raw shivers down your spine. The kiss becomes sloppy and wet, you feel Rafe bite your bottom lip making you gasp, letting his tongue push past your lips into your warm cavern, his tongue brushing over yours, you suck on his tongue as he lets out a small groan.

Rafe has never gotten hard so easily before, but something about the way you kissed him and pulled him closer by the back of his neck had quickly let a tent in his jeans grow. His hands slipping from your waist to your ass with a squeeze you let out a moan against his lips. Pulling away Rafe finally let out a small curse "fuck" he says looking at how your lip gloss was now smeared and some on his lips.

Rafe began to gently push you against the counter, the feeling of the back of your thighs gently touching it "can i take your shirt off?" he asks in a low tone, you almost eagerly nod your head with approval.his hands find themselves pulling the hem of your shirt over your head revealing you in a bra, dropping the shirt onto the tiled floors Rafe's eyes darken seeing your chest being held in the pretty lace bra with a bow attached to it like his own personal gift.

Who would've knew that Rafe would be in the bathroom of a random party and almost at second base with his manager that he never really had hooking up with for a two and a half months now, i mean yeah sure Rafe always thought you were pretty cute, but he never would've suspected that his cute manager would be in a bathroom during a party with no shirt on looking at him like she was ready to suck him dry.

As your lips pull away from his you began to kiss down his neck, you were looking for his sweet spot, once your lips found a cute small mole on his neck you give it a small chaste kiss he groaned making you smile and began to leave a hickey, sucking on his skin making him huff out a hushed moan. Rafe's hand finds its way into your hair entangling his fingers with the strands. "Do you always get turned on by jealousy?" you ask whispering against his neck, he lets his head fall back while his adams apple moves when he tries to swallow his saliva, he nods "no, but it’s you and I just can’t help it." he asks, oh the way his sultry voice did things to you, you only hum and nod as you move from his cute spot and continue down to his collarbone.

You let your hand slither under his shirt touching his warm skin practically setting it ablaze, his lower abdomen flexing at the feeling of your nails teasingly dragging against his sensitive skin. He barely even touched you and he can't get enough. Your hand gently pushing him back to give space between the counter, dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your long thick lashes with doe eyes.

Rafe could just cum in his pants at the view of you down on your knees for him. Your hand rubbing against the bulge in his blonde jeans making Rafe groan and let his hand grab the button on his jeans tugging it open and pulling down his zipper for you to see his boxers peeking through. Your hand tugs at the waistband.

"Gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?" He asked as his hand pats the top of your soft hair, you nod looking up at him with evilly innocent eyes. Pulling his pants over his thighs and down to his ankles you could see the precum leaking through his underwear, your index finger rubbing the spot making the man above groan in sensitivity. You palm him one more time before your fingers dig under his waistband and begin pulling it down, seeing what is past his v-line.

You see his hard dick springing past the fabric his tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.

Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off Rafe closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.

Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored. you rubbed your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger.

You could feel the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. Rafe let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, Rafe was losing his mind at the feeling.

Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as Rafe bucked his hips into your mouth losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent."Fuck- y/n you're so good, don't fucking stop" he cursed while moaned out, you speed up your pace as his balls were greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.

The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gargles gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.

You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter and his orgasm approach. "I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as he thrusts one final time before he pushes your head down, cumming down your throat.

Pulling your head away Rafe looked down at your kneeling figure seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. Rafe's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face. You stand up from the floor feeling the ache in your knees. Pulling his shirt over his head letting himself strip off any more clothes on him.

Dropping the piece of clothing and ridding you of the rest of your clothes that are in the way, all except your skirt. His hands continue to explore your body being a bit more than aggressive before, back into your position from before, Rafe's lips clashing with yours and his hands gripping the fat of your ass, you could feel your thighs becoming sticky with slick that built up from the lust. Pulling away from the rough kiss pulling your forearm in a tight grip, your hips are pushed into the counter, you were met with the view of your mascara running and hair messy from Rafe pulling and tugging at your tresses.

His palms holding your bare breasts needing them in his hands, you let out a small whimper, you felt his dick poking at the back of your thigh as he kissed at your neck marking you with purple and red splotched hickeys that were determined to bruise over as the minutes pass slowly. Your back arched as your ass pressed against him, your hands grip at the marble counter "please just fuck me" you whisper needily. Rafe bites his lips as the sound of your desperate voice resides in his ears. Nodding he grabs the base of his dick letting his tip rub against your slit teasingly as he groans feeling the way you were soaked, his hand grabbing at

Your ass squeezing, seeing your pussy glistening jerking himself off at the sight still in sight of your pretty pussy on display. His tip presses against your entrance feeling him push his tip in, the stretch makes the both of you wince. The burning feeling gives a sort of pleasure as he lets his shaft sink deeper into your rigid walls.

His hands grab onto your waist as he slowly begins to thrust "You're so tight, I would've thought you were a virgin if we hadn’t fucked so much" he whispers harshly as he shuts his eyes letting the sweet feeling of you wrapped around him. Your moans coming out soft, as your back arches, Rafe lifting your skirt over your ass to gain leverage over you pulling it back so your hips meet his.

The sound of your pussy squelching makes you clench around him moaning lowly. Your moans were weak and it made Rafe want to hear you, even more, he wanted everyone to hear you. His hips began to push harder into you making you moan louder in huffs. Your chest is bouncing.

"Fuck- Rafe you feel so good" you slur as the sounds coming from your lips make it hard for the boy to choke back his moans his hand leaving your waist to your neck putting little pressure as he pulls your back to his firm chest. You let your hips bounce in his lap with every roll of his hips as the sound of skin against skin resides in the air. Your eyes were closed as you fuck yourself on his dick and you were just overwhelmed with pleasure while hearing his moans in your ear.

"So now you know that I don’t want anyone else other than you right?" he asked teasingly as he continuously pounds into you. Letting go of the fabric of your skirt Rafe grabs a hold of your throat forcing you to open your eyes out of shock you seeing the way Rafe's hands touched your body made you moan loudly, Your hand falling off the counter top you slip your fingers between your thighs to rub your clit.

The wet and sloppy sounds echo in the bathroom halls as your breathing becomes shallow from the pressure around your throat. Whimpering at his dirty words "I asked you a question" he grunted as his pace became brutal and almost bruising. The feeling of your orgasm churning in the pit of your stomach makes your moans become short "i'm close, please don't stop" you beg feeling his tip rub against a spot that made your eyes roll back.

was hitting spots nobody had never even touched before when you had sex that made you slur out whines as your hand falls from between your thighs. "right there! Please don't fucking stop" you moan letting your eyes roll back at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly with each hard thrust.

Pushing your back against his chest Rafe could hear the harsh sound of skin on skin and immediately felt himself tipping over the edge at the feeling "right here? Does it feel good like this?" He moaned breathily as he practically shivered at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him harder.

You nod eagerly as you feel the same pressure at the pit of your stomach "touch yourself for me" he groaned tossing his back, you let your hand slip between your spread legs that jiggled with each hard deep thrust as your middle and ring finger rub small circles on your clit.

You whine as Rafe lets out a string of moans continuously pounding into you. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as you moan his name loudly, the feeling of your orgasm approaching vastly you lift your head "I'm gonna cum" you say as your lungs burn. "Wait. I'm close too" he ordered and you listened, you tried hard to hold your orgasm and it wasn't until you felt Rafe start twitching inside your spasming walls had you decided to move your hips against his speeding up the pace as you were crying out for your orgasm.

thick pearl spurts painting the inside of your walls. You feel full and warm, you bite your swollen lips. Lazily bucking his hips into you Rafe fucking his cum deeper inside until he felt overstimulation creep up on him. Your legs are shaking yet you didn't care. "You can give me one more right?" he asks, cooing at your quivering hips. Your hands shaking to grab at his hand that was on your throat, "yes" you moan as you bounce your hips chasing one more orgasm.

Rafe feels his hips involuntarily buck with overstimulation as he curses under his breath "fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight?" he moans letting his head fall into your shoulder losing himself. His hand falls from your throat and grabs at the fabric of your skirt again tighter. Watching the way your ass bounced on his dick while a white ring of your cum mixed with his formed around his base.

Your breathing is shaky as the pressure in the pit of your stomach becomes more tight "im gonna cum ag-again" you slur as you feel Rafe pound you mercilessly. You knew that you were wrecked as you were met with the view in the mirror shakily being fucked while Rafe felt a wave of ecstacy as you clench around him "fuck" he let out a gutteral moan as you both cum. His thrusts finally slow down as another warm load of cum fills your overstimulated pussy.

Your legs were weak and your thighs were sore, Rafe softened inside you pulling out slowly watching as his cum dripped from your pussy, he felt himself twitch at the sight. Letting go of your skirt Rafe finds a rag on the rack of essentials that sat next to the sink "lets you cleaned up and i can give you a ride home" he says as he turns on the faucet soaking the ragged fabric in warm water and ringing it before wiping you clean.

Your thighs shake as you stand still, or at least try to. "Okay" you answer him nodding. Tossing the rag into a hamper that was in the corner of the bathroom he began to pick up both of your clothes and put them back on you and him. Just as Rafe pulls your shirt over your head and fixes your hair he gently kisses your lips as his hand grips your chin "maybe i can actually take you on a date instead of fucking you at a party sometime soon?" he asks but it's less of a question and more of a suggestion. You play a bit clueless acting as if you were thinking hard “ill see if I can make time, I have this client who won’t be so happy though”

“Really?” He asks his tone faux curious “yeah, he really likes to beat guys up, so…you might wanna steer clear” you shrug and it makes him chuckle as he pulls you into his chest “shut up” he mumbled pressing one more kiss to your lips.

[purinfelix]

the day that i met you, i started dreaming ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

summary: in which a stranger on the bus falls asleep on your shoulder, but you don't seem to mind ──────── non idol! jake x reader || sfw, no warnings just an awkward meetcute || w/c: 1.2k

[ a/n: something cute and short while i try to come up with second parts for my recent sunghoon and niki fic ksdjfksjdf ]

You couldn't remember the last time you had stayed so completely still.

Sure, there was the fact that you were mostly exhausted from a long shift at work and could barely find the energy to move a muscle. There was also the long bus ride ahead, one you weren't entirely looking forward to. But if anything - it was most likely due to the weight of a certain stranger's head resting against your shoulder, and the soft but somehow endearing snores he was letting out as he slept.

Now, you weren't going to lie, you had noticed him the minute he got on the bus, a couple stops after you did. His large brown eyes scanned for an empty seat, the way his lips parted just slightly as he did. There was something about him, something adorable charming that you just couldn't shake - and it was this very thing that made your heart flutter when he finally chose the empty spot next to you, shooting you a quick half-smile as if to excuse himself for bothering you.

You had returned it politely, but almost immediately shifted in your seat to face the window, telling yourself not to be silly and get worked up over such a minor interaction. But it was difficult to maintain this same composure when only a couple seconds later you were surprised by a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Your first instinct had been to freak out, to shake him awake to avoid the inevitable awkwardness that awaited the two of you once he woke up. But the longer you sat there, noticing just how peaceful he looked, the less you felt like disturbing him.

So instead you willed yourself to stay still, to fight against the nervous tremble you felt building within you the longer you let the situation process. It didn't help that as the bus continued its journey, every bump it drove over would push his weight further onto you. But strangely, after getting over the initial shock you found the awkward feeling of his head on your shoulder become something different, something closer to comfort, something you could let yourself enjoy.

Against your better judgment, you found yourself stealing casual glances at him every so often, curiosity getting the better of you. He was even better looking up close, long lashes resting against his skin, dark strands of hair falling over his features. You could feel how steady his breaths were, and you were caught between feeling envy for how good a sleep he must be getting and awe at how attractive he looked, even while sleeping.

Somehow, he must've felt the weight of your gaze, and soon enough his eyes fluttered open - causing you to whip your neck around and clear your throat awkwardly, not wanting to seem like a total creep for watching him sleep. He blinked slowly, brows knitting together as he struggled against his tiredness, not moving his head from your shoulder for a second. Once he finally did though he turned to you slowly, brain still processing the situation before his deep brown eyes widened and he jerked up straight.

"Oh-" His voice was still hoarse from sleeping, which only deepened his embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to-" he began to stutter, eyes searching your face for your reaction.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him. "It's okay," you said, trying your best to sound reassuring. "You looked like you needed it."

He let out a breathy chuckle, still looking embarrassed but visibly relieved that you weren't annoyed. "Yeah, long day," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Did I, uh- snore or anything?"

"A little, but it was kind of cute."

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "Great, perfect," he sighed sarcastically.

There was a slight pause before he spoke again as if he was preparing himself to confront the awkwardness of the situation with politeness. "Thanks for not shoving me off or anything."

You shrugged, trying your best to act calm even though his words brought immense relief that you had made the right decision. "Seemed like too much effort," you said.

He nodded, hesitating again before speaking. "So, uh, I feel like I should repay you somehow, I don't know, buy you a coffee or something?" His eyes scan your face again, only this time it's clear he's not looking for a reaction or anything but more looking at you, at your features the same way you were with him before.

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Are you asking because you want to, or because you feel obligated?"

He blinks, caught off guard by your question before letting out a slightly awkward chuckle. "Uh, both?"

"Honest, I'll give you that."

The bus slowed and you suddenly realised you were almost at your stop. "Tell you what," you said with a tone that sounded a little too eager, "if you see me on this bus again, you can ask me then."

His mouth opened slightly like he wanted to argue, but he just exhaled with a small laugh, shaking his head in a way that showed this whole situation was far more strange than he had expected it. "Alright, fair deal."

You could feel his eyes on you as he stood up to let you off, and when you turned to say your goodbye you saw him chewing on his bottom lip, thinking. "Or," he pipes up again, and it sounds like his words are moving faster than his brain with the sudden tone he says them with, "or you could just, you know, give me your number now? I mean, you don't have to, just figured I'd-"

You paused, biting back a grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. His face is practically on fire, fingers tapping nervously against his knee. There's something about the way he looks at you - half-hopeful that you'll agree, half-ready to sink into the seat and disappear if you don't - that makes you hold out your hand.

"Alright, hand over your phone," you sigh in faux exhaustion, though there's a smile toying at your lips as you do. He fumbles to unlock his phone, practically shoving it into your hands and after quickly entering your number you hand it back.

"See you around-," you say, pausing for him to tell you his name as the bus halts to a stop and the doors hiss open.

"Oh, Jake!" he eagerly blurts out, looking up at you from his screen with a lopsided smile. One you can't help but copy as you step off of the bus, the cool night air hitting you as you did.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he's still sleeping, because this all feels too much like a dream to be true.

He watches as you do, sinking back into his seat, letting out a laugh almost in disbelief. As he does he can't help but consider the possibility that maybe he's hasn't actually woken up yet - because he swears, he might still be dreaming.

[devourable]

✘ delinquents

sfw | tws : yandere behavior; stalking, obsessive thoughts, mildly implied violence

delinquent male yanderes x reader! only pronoun used for reader is ‘you’ 😌 i took a bit longer than expected so i hope yall enjoy these knuckleheads

mattias was the first to take notice of you.

he caught sight of you during one of his typical late night walks with his friends, semi-drunkenly cracked jokes amongst themselves as they passed around liquor that they had stolen earlier in the day. and when his gaze fell onto you from some distance away, he stopped walking.

you were doing nothing but sitting at a bus stop, but... what was it about you? the way the street lamp bathed you in its light, illuminating you with an amber glow like you were the only thing on the street? it made the boy's heart stutter in a way he'd never felt before!

when his friends returned to his side upon noticing he had stopped walking, mattie quickly pointed you out to his friends ("guys, check out that cutie!"), and an additional three pairs of eyes landed on you as your bus rumbled down the road. and they all had the same reaction as him — you were adorable! what were you doing out on your own so late? didn’t you know there were criminals around here? poor little thing you were, you must’ve not had any other choice…

clearly, you needed someone to protect you!

they were too far away to approach then and there, but it was probably for the best. getting talked up by four drunk, imposing male strangers so late at night would probably not make the best first impression, one of them pointed out as they watches you board your bus. so completely unbeknownst to you, your four new admirers had already began to devise a plan to meet you formally.

it was strange how naturally their collective desire for you fell together. any other time, if even just two of them liked the same person, it was enough to cause infighting and strife among the friend group. but you? the way you united them simply by existing, you had to be something special! it must’ve been destiny that they noticed you that night.

the four would slowly trickle their way into your life, one by one. despite mattias begging to be the one to do it, dominic would be the first of the four you’d actually meet. in his eyes, he was the least intimidating, the most suave, the most manipulative. his charmingly crooked smile had always helped him charm his way into and out of most situations, and you were no different.

he’d casually start riding the same bus as you at the same times you did, using it as an excuse to talk to you. coincidentally, you and him had the same stops, too! and he even got the driver to give you free lifts, even when he wasn't around. it was an old favor he was owed, he'd say, so you didn't have to pay any mind to the tense demeanor of the bus driver whenever you boarded.

naturally he’d offer to walk you home, too, but if you weren’t comfortable with that, it was no biggie (he’d figure out where you lived regardless). he was content with waving you off and walking in a different direction for the meantime.

mattias and judas came next. when dom had managed to convince you to stop by the nearby corner store with him one day, his friends just so happened to be there! as if they weren’t waiting there every day after you and dom had established a friendship.

it was all mattias could do to not scoop you up the moment you met. you were even cuter up close! he was so happy when his patience was rewarded by being graced with your voice, your laughs at his witty sense of humor, and your little smile when you looked at him. did you like him back? did you think he was half as attractive as he found you to be? he desperately wanted to know what you thought of him, but he choked back his questions to keep from scaring you off. in spite of his usually energetic persona, he played it cool to gain your favor.

judas, meanwhile, observed you in relative silence — he wasn’t much of a talker, dom explained — but it didn’t mean his thoughts weren’t any less intense than mattias’s. he couldn’t deny it — he liked you, quite a lot. more than he thought he would. despite finding you attractive too, he didn’t think much of you when he had first grown aware of your existence. he’d simply chalked you up to be the temporary fixation of his friends. but the second you did meet, judas’s mind went to places he had never expected it to go.

for once, he found himself… wanting someone. wanting you. and for once, he was happy his friends had dragged them into this whole scheme.

the four of you all got along so well! and when aaron was finally introduced to you as well, he was no exception. aaron was the only of the four to have a car, so when he ‘learned’ that you were taking the bus so late to get around, he was quick to offer up his own services to help you out ("dom is too much of a nuisance to drive around," he'd claim). an excuse to be able to spend more time with you, with and without his friends around, and you don’t have to deal with public transportation anymore! a win-win, right? and when you accepted, he was over the moon.

it didn't take long for them to sweep you right off your feet after you had met all four of them. they were relentless in capturing your heart and all four of them worked together to ensure you were theirs.

on top of that, none of them were afraid of breaking a few rules or laws to do that, either.

you found yourself always with at least one of the four — usually mattias, as he had the most free time and arguably liked you the most — and the few times you weren't, you could bet they were doing everything in their power to get back to you. other people in your life suddenly began to pull away from you, never having time or simply not wanting to be around you, or so they claimed. it left you with little else to turn to outside of the boys. they had started to puppeteer your life without you ever even knowing it.

they didn't quite understand the pull you had on them — hell, you didn't even realize what you were doing to them! and they even started to question if what they were doing was okay. was what they were doing to your life just to keep you in theirs worth it?

but dominic, mattias, judas, and aaron all came to the same decision the day you agreed to be in a relationship with all four of them...

it was definitely worth it. and they'd keep doing whatever it took to keep things going exactly as they were.

[defectivevillain]

& your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

pairing: Deadpool & Wolverine & Reader

The reader's race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used.

summary: “Deadpool and Wolverine, sitting in a minivan, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” The guy sings to himself, his head swaying back and forth as he continues. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a dog in a… baby… carriage!” He taps his hands on the steering wheel restlessly. “Hm. That last part needs some work.” It doesn’t look like he’s noticed you sitting in the backseat.

Your Uber ride is... interesting, to say the least.

word count: 1.8k | ao3 version

warnings: canon-typical suggestive humor/blood & violence

author's note: This is probably the dumbest thing I've ever written. This fic is complete and utter crack. The logistics of this don’t really make sense either. I haven’t watched the second Deadpool movie, because I don’t have it in me to take on another pair of disaster gays. But! I saw the car fight scene and thought of this. (For example, I didn't realize until I started tagging this fic on AO3 that the Honda Odyssey belongs to Nicepool.... which clashes with this story. So... yeah. Canon doesn't exist to me.)

Also, I couldn't find a gif of them in the car that didn't just look like something right out of gay porn 💀 lmfaooo. anyways, hope you enjoy this shit show!

Uber is always a bit of a roll of the dice. Sometimes, the driver is great and the ride is painless. Other times, it’s awkward or uncomfortable—and the drive seems to take twice as long, if only because you’re relegated to staring out the window and regretting every decision you’ve ever made. You’ve been using Uber less these days, instead opting for a longer train ride or unpleasant bus ride. 

Today, though, you’re exhausted. Your head is pounding; work was an absolute nightmare, per usual; and you just want nothing more than to go home. When you see the marked van of the Uber driver pulling up, you’re quick to slide into the backseat. 

The driver—Joseph, the app says—can’t even get a word out before the window next to him is suddenly punched. You stare in fearful disbelief as a guy wearing red spandex promptly tugs him out of the car and kicks him into the nearby bushes. Then he sits in the driver’s seat, beginning to hum to himself casually. 

“Deadpool and Wolverine, sitting in a minivan, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” he sings to himself, his head swaying back and forth as he continues. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a dog in a… baby… carriage!” He taps his hands on the steering wheel restlessly. “Hm. That last part needs some work.” It doesn’t look like he’s noticed you. 

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” a new voice says. To your horror, there’s another guy now—he nearly rips the passenger side door off as he takes a seat, then slamming it behind him. You look at both of them, taking in their spandex costumes and assorted weapons. The yellow-suited man is Wolverine; and the red-suited man must be Deadpool—judging from that childish song he just sang. You think you’ve heard of them, maybe? They don’t seem to be particularly villainous guys, but you don’t know them well enough to make that assumption safely. 

They continue bickering for several minutes, not even bothering to turn around and glance at their occupied backseat. Eventually your annoyance trumps your anxiety and you address them. “Can you stop flirting and just drive?” you blurt out.

They both flinch, whipping around in their seats as if just noticing you. 

“Oh, hello!” Deadpool chirps brightly, sending you a friendly wave that feels very misplaced for the current situation. “How long have you been there?” He tilts his head curiously. 

“The entire time,” you answer. 

“Wonderful,” Wolverine says dryly. 

“It’s not my fault you lack situational awareness,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. The guy’s eyebrow shoots up his face in clear irritation. You try to pretend your hands aren’t shaking. This is completely normal. Just an ordinary commute after work. “Anyways, can you just drive already?” you add on impatiently. It’s been a long day and this really isn’t helping it go any faster. You fidget uncomfortably. 

“Drive?” Deadpool asks, seeming confused. 

“We’re in a car, in case you didn’t notice,” you say, your headache speaking for you. These two have been talking the entire time you’ve been sitting here. “And you threw my Uber driver into the bushes over there, so….” you trail off. 

“Then you can take a trip to the bushes next,” Wolverine says gruffly. 

“No, that makes you the Uber driver, buddy," you assert, turning to the red-suited guy sitting in the driver’s seat. He seems to be a lot more amicable—and easily persuaded—than the grouch. “So buckle up and take your eyes off your friend for two seconds to take me where I need to go.” And wow, you must be even more tired than you thought. 

“Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?” Wolverine practically orders. 

“Not really,” you admit. Nothing about this interaction makes sense to you. It may as well be a dream sequence, because your filter is completely gone. “The couple's costumes are cute, though.” 

“We’re not a couple,” he immediately corrects you. 

Deadpool visibly droops at his side. “Come on, you’re breaking my heart,” he says somewhat sarcastically. Immediately, the two guys seem to be on the verge of arguing again. 

You sigh and try to summon some patience. Maybe you can appeal to their cold, dead hearts by being nice. “Hey, can you just drive me to where I need to go, please?” you ask, breaking through their taunting once more. “I won’t tell anyone about whatever this is. I just want to go home.” 

You must look particularly pathetic, because after only a few moments of silence, they both seem to cave in. “Where are you going,” Wolverine almost growls, managing to make the question sound like a demand. You answer with the address and he sighs, plugging it into the GPS system next to the front console. 

Deadpool begins driving. No one is talking, as the vigilante focuses on the road; you fight off your growing fear, and Wolverine stews in irritation. They’re talking about something in hushed whispers, but you’re too exhausted and overwhelmed to eavesdrop. It’s only when they begin to raise their voices that you realize you may not reach your destination just yet. They’re currently engaged in a worrying stare-off, with Deadpool not even looking at the road ahead.

���You’re definitely going to die. 

When the car screeches to a stop moments later, you’re not very surprised. Deadpool seems to be resisting the urge to put his knife through Wolverine. You take one look at the two of them and decide you don’t want to be a part of their homoerotic fist fight. So you open your door—which is unlocked, by some miracle—and head off to sit nearby. You find a decently-sized tree and sit behind it, using it as a makeshift barrier from the violence occurring behind you. For a while, you can only hear pained hisses and curse words. Just when you start to think the fight is over, the glass of the windshield shatters and a blur of motion passes before your eyes. Wolverine catches himself with a hand on the ground, crouching and slowly looking up only to meet your eyes. He then stares at you in disbelief, clearly surprised to see you. You can’t find any words to say. 

Your presence must distract him, because soon Deadpool is running at him with a gleeful cry. “Thanks, baby!” the mercenary says to you, before throwing a punch at the superhero. They start trading hits and you glance at the car forlornly. 

Truthfully, you want nothing more than to steal the van and drive away, but Deadpool and Wolverine are still too close. While they’re distracted, though, you manage to sneak back to the car—swiping the keys and the knife that was neglected in the passenger seat. Then they’re throwing each other at the car again, and you’re back at a distance. 

It’s extremely amusing to see the two guys finally collapse in the car after their unnecessarily long fight… only to realize they don’t have the keys. They seem moments away from brawling it out again, when you snap. Today has really been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. And it was looking to be that way, even before all of this nonsense. 

You move mechanically, until you’re standing before the broken window on the driver’s side. “Get up,” you say, swallowing past the burning feeling in your throat. The urge to cry is growing stronger with every passing second. Deadpool just looks up at you. In a burst of exhausted anger, you point the knife at him. You don’t have any plans to use it, of course. But you get the sense he only really listens to violence. 

There’s silence for a long time. “Are we getting carjacked?” Deadpool eventually asks. 

“No,” you sigh. “Just get in the back. Please. It’s been a long day; I just want to go home. You can fool around and do your stupid shit after.” Your voice breaks somewhere along the way and you think your hand is shaking ever so slightly as you hold the knife. 

Deadpool and Wolverine turn towards each other, some sort of silent understanding passing between them. Then the vigilante is gently holding the blade and taking it from your hand. He heads to the backseat, before Wolverine lets out a groan and does the same. 

You bite the inside of your cheek and sit down, starting the car. Fortunately, it seems the car is still functioning—despite the bloodbath it just saw. These two seem a little hardheaded, but not stupid enough to risk getting stranded without a working car. 

You try to hide your shaking hands as you turn your attention to the GPS system, before putting the car in reverse and then proceeding onto the nearby street. Luckily, you’re not far from where you wanted to be—with a ten minute drive, you’ll arrive. 

Those ten minutes feel like ten hours. The guys are completely silent in the back, evidently tired from their fight. The van looks… well, rather bad. There are bloodstains everywhere and you think the driver’s seat must’ve been knifed, because it feels weirdly uncomfortable. But finally, finally, you arrive and pull into the parking lot. 

You take a slow breath, pretending not to feel as scared and restless as you are. Your survival instincts kick in and you quickly turn the car off. From there, you almost robotically exit the car. The sheer absurdity of the situation is starting to catch up to you. And despite the fact that neither of the men paid you much attention, you can’t shake off the knowledge that they could kill you in the blink of an eye. 

“You’ll give us a five-star rating, right?” Deadpool asks through the space where the back seat window used to be. His remark unknowingly breaks through your quickly spiraling thoughts.

You don’t bother entertaining his question. “Have fun on your little adventure,” you manage to say instead. The remark is intended to be somewhat sarcastic, but it comes out quiet and too sincere. 

“It’s an average size for an adventure, thank you very much,” Deadpool jokes. Then he almost seems to straighten up. His mask covers his entire face, but his voice sounds sympathetic. “Get some rest, pal. You look like hell.” 

He seems concerned. It’s a strange thought. You stand there for a bit longer than you should, because you’re so surprised by the remark. Then you blink and break out of your thoughts, closing the door behind you and walking away. The unmistakable screeching sound of tires on pavement informs you of their departure. 

It takes you several hours to convince yourself you’re safe and sound. And when your head finally hits your pillow that night, you’re graced with one humorous thought: you’ve had weirder Uber drivers, ironically. 

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Deadpool, turning towards you: So I guess this means I'm your Uber driver now...? Wolverine, frowning: ...I've never been to oovoo javer.

What the hell am I doing with my life. I haven't even watched this movie god dammit. And I have yet ANOTHER fic draft with these two... (－‸ლ)

I like how I updated my blog's theme (and it's beautiful and I don't care what anyone says), only to post this absolute dumpster fire of a fic immediately after. Like, how does anyone take me seriously...

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[caitified]

friends to lovers where caitlin has been pining for reader and reader is clueless about her own feelings. eventually someone tries to ask caitlin out and reader gets jealous and it all snowballs into a confession from there

PINING

CAITLIN CLARK X READER

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warnings; none.

you and caitlin had always been close. since your first day at iowa, she’d been in your corner—on and off the court. she was the kind of friend who made everything feel easy, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who always seemed to know exactly what you needed. and for years, that’s all it was. friendship. at least, that’s what you thought.

you never noticed the way caitlin’s hazel eyes lingered on you a little too long during team dinners, or how her voice softened whenever she said your name. you never caught the way she’d bite her lip when you walked into the room, or how her hand always seemed to find the small of your back when you stood too close. to you, it was just caitlin being caitlin—your best friend, your rock.

for caitlin, though, it had been more for a long time. she couldn’t pinpoint when it started—maybe it was the time you fell asleep on her shoulder during a long bus ride, or the way you hugged her after a tough loss, holding on like you’d never let go. all she knew was that she was hopelessly, undeniably in love with you. but you didn’t seem to feel the same, so she buried it, content to stay your friend if it meant keeping you in her life.

then everything changed at a party one night. it wasn’t even a wild party—just a small gathering of teammates and friends, a way to blow off steam before the season got into full swing. you were across the room, laughing at something one of your friends had said, when you overheard a girl—one of the softball players say something to caitlin.

“so, you’re single, right?” she asked, leaning casually against the counter where she was standing.

you froze. something about the way she was looking at her, the way he was smiling, made your chest tighten. you told yourself it didn’t matter. caitlin could talk to whoever she wanted; but then she leaned in closer, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of something sharp and possessive flare in your chest.

caitlin, ever polite, gave her a small smile, but you could see the discomfort in her body language. “uh, yeah, i guess.”

“cool,” she said, grinning. “i was thinking maybe we could—”

“caitlin,” you blurted, cutting her off as you walked over, your voice louder than you’d intended. “can i talk to you for a sec?”

her hazel eyes flicked to yours, surprised, but she nodded quickly. “yeah, sure.”

you grabbed her hand—her big, warm hand that fit so perfectly in yours—and tugged her away from the girl, not stopping until you were out of earshot. she looked at you, confused but patient, waiting for you to say something.

“what the hell was that?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“what was what?” she asked, genuinely baffled.

“that girl. she was—she was hitting on you.” the words felt strange in your mouth, like they didn’t belong there.

“yeah, i guess she was,” she said slowly, her brow furrowing. “why do you care?”

the question caught you off guard. you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. why did you care? you’d never thought about it before, but now that she was asking, you couldn’t ignore the truth that was bubbling to the surface.

“i don’t know,” you said finally, your voice quiet. “i just—i didn’t like it.”

“you didn’t like it?” she repeated, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly, like she was trying to read your mind. “why not?”

“because it felt wrong,” you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “it felt wrong because i don’t want her to have you, okay? i don’t want anyone to have you.”

her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “y/n…”

“i know it’s stupid,” you continued, your voice shaking now. “but the thought of someone else getting to be with you, getting to see you the way i see you, it makes me crazy. and i don’t know what that means, but i—”

“it means you like me, you idiot,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. “and it’s about damn time you figured it out.”

you blinked at her, your heart racing. “what?”

“i’ve been in love with you for years,” she admitted, a small, nervous smile tugging at her lips. “but you were so clueless, and i didn’t want to mess up our friendship, so i didn’t say anything. but if you’re telling me you feel the same way…”

“i do,” you said quickly, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. “i do, caitlin. i don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out, but i do.”

her smile widened, and before you knew it, her hands were cupping your face, her thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “can i kiss you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, your breath hitching. “please.”

she didn’t hesitate. her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft and slow and perfect, like it had been years in the making. her hands stayed on your face, grounding you, while yours found their way to her waist, pulling her closer.

when you finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her hazel eyes shining with something that made your heart ache in the best way.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke.

you smiled, your fingers tightening on her waist. “better late than never, right?

thanks for reading! requests open.

[ddejavvu]

Hey Mei 🫶

Here’s my idea - BAU!wife who yells at Hotch when he yells at their team members because she’s a protective momma bear. And hotch secretly loves it because his wife yelling gets him all hot and bothered.

Love you 🫶 and your writing thank you 🧡

Perhaps it's an unwise idea to pick a fight with your surly husband, especially because he doubles as your surly boss. But Spencer hadn't even been that late, and you know he only walked in late because he takes public transportation, and he couldn't control that the bus was late. And, Aaron's only in such a sour mood because Jack had given him typical teenage attitude before school this morning. So really, Spencer didn't deserve the near-shouted lecture he'd gotten.

You march over to the young doctor's desk, happy that his aversion to touch applies to people he's not familiar with. He leans into your stomach when you pull his head to rest on it, albeit stiffly, and you call after your husband with narrowed, fierce eyes.

"Aaron, come back here right now and apologize." You demand, and the already icy mood in the office shifts a few degrees colder. Aaron stops on the stairs and by the tightness of his shoulders he's composing himself, then he turns on his heel and raises a thick brow at you.

"What?"

"He didn't deserve that," You scold him, keeping Spencer's head cradled to your stomach as you stroke down his back, "He's a baby."

Aaron rolls his eyes, "He is not a baby, Y/N. He's a grown man with a government job, and I expect him to show up to it on time."

"He does! He's early every single other day," You remind him, "But the bus came late today! How was he supposed to get here? Uber? You know he doesn't know how to download new apps! Let alone link his bank account to pay the guy. He was seven minutes late, for fuck's sake, just leave him alone!"

Aaron looks like he wants to snap. You've gnashed your teeth at him, and he's lived the life of a fighting dog thus far, so you know you're treading in dangerous waters. But after a rather intense stare down in which you feel Spencer's face heating up through the fabric of your shirt, your husband swallows his pride and mutters, "I expect you in my office within five minutes, Y/N."

Spencer mumbles some feeble protest on your behalf but you pat his back to shush him, letting go so that he can straighten up again.

"Don't worry," You send him a warm smile, "I can handle him. Call me if you ever need a ride again, okay? We can come pick you up."

"Okay." He nods, but it's most likely only to deter you from pampering him with any more motherly affection, as he looks like he's going to wilt from it, "Thanks, Y/N."

"Anytime," You squeeze his shoulder, passing your concerned teammates unbothered smiles as you make your way to Aaron's office.

He's only recently sat down when you arrive, but you notice that he's conveniently sitting so that the desk blocks your view of his lower half. You stand at attention in front of his desk, playing coy like you don't know what's coming next.

"Do you enjoy questioning my authority in front of my team?" He asks you, voice carefully even and tight.

"I enjoy doing anything that makes your dick twitch, Aaron." You announce, your tone deceptively casual for the filth you're spewing, "Did you haul me in here to fuck me over the desk? The blinds are still open, don't you think that's a little distasteful?"

Your attitude only makes him more uncomfortably aroused, and he regrets getting his suits tailored so precisely, as his pants have little give. He leans forwards across his desk, dark eyes boring into yours.

"No. I hauled you in here to tell you that I'm going to fuck you over the desk. But not yet. You're asking for it now, so I'm not giving it to you. Maybe if you'd been a little more polite, I'd have given you what you wanted. But now you're going to wait, because you decided to bicker with me over the rules of this office. Rules that I set, because I am in charge of keeping this team on track."

The harsh tone of his voice makes your stomach twist, and you're feeling your heartbeat in two places. You stand there, saliva slowly accumulating on your tongue, until he raises a brow at you, unimpressed.

"Don't do that again. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." You lay on the formality hot and heavy, practically purring it and watching as he shifts slightly in his seat, "I'll be waiting, whenever you decide you can't take it anymore."

"Careful." He snaps, eyes ablaze at your implication that he'll be the one to break, "Don't dig yourself any deeper. Dismissed."

You turn to leave with a satisfied smirk on your face, and perhaps you exaggerate bending over to pick up a stray paperclip that you notice on the floor by his door.

"Here," You pad back across the room to hand it to him, not missing the way that he's tense all over, "See you in twenty, Hotchner."

[cottonlemonade]

A Night In The Country

word count: 3626 || avg. reading time: 15 mins.

pairing: university AU!Sakusa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a pinch of spice

warnings: mdni

request: medium custom peach lemonade for Sakusa!♡ Custom: You thought your crush was one-sided little did you know... || fluffy-spicy, getting stranded with seemingly one-sided crush Sakusa

Sakusa leaned back in his seat. His long legs elegantly crossed, he took a sip of his iced hazelnut americano, tapping and scrolling aimlessly on his phone, his mask tucked neatly under his chin.

The lecture hall was filling slowly and the chatter of the dozen or so students that already waited just like him was quietly buzzing in the air.

Sakusa didn’t pay much attention to any of it. He already scanned the room and saw that you hadn’t arrived yet.

But only a moment later, his shoulders tensed slightly when your voice wafted over to him, like the sweet smell of a craving he’d had. He didn’t turn around but he angled his phone a little to catch your reflection. You were laughing with a friend as you walked down the steps, trying to decide where to sit. He was lucky today. You shuffled through the benches behind him and settled a few seats away.

“So it’s not gonna be fixed in time?”, he heard your friend ask somberly.

“I mean, it could be probably, but I don’t have the money right now. New brakes are so expensive, I’ll have to at least pull two extra shifts at the store to afford them. I was looking into some buses but because we live so far out there is no direct route and I’d arrive at the station some time after midnight and then would have to wait until morning for another bus and yeah… I’ll make it work somehow, but it sucks.”

“And asking your parents to chip in for a taxi?”

“Nah, that defeats the whole purpose of a surprise.”, you replied with a sigh, “Plus I don’t think they have any signal at their cabin so they couldn’t even send it until they get back on the road home.”

“Maybe I could ask my brother to take you?”, the friend offered.

He listened to you ponder. The thought of you spending possibly a couple of hours with some other guy alone in a car was unacceptable.

“I can drive you.”, he heard himself saying.

“Hm?” Both girls looked at him when he turned in his seat, casually waving with his coffee, the ice cubes rattling softly as he did.

“I can drive you.”, he repeated, “I was planning to drive home tonight anyway (lie), so it wouldn’t be a problem to take you. You live close to Nakagawa, right? I have to head in that direction, too (lie), so it wouldn’t be too far out of my way (lie).”

“Uhm. Are you sure?“ You only ever talked to Sakusa for questions on notes or when you were too short to get a book down from a shelf at the library. You definitely weren‘t close enough that you would have felt comfortable asking him for a ride.

“Yeah, no problem. I have training tonight but it ends around 8 if that‘s not too late for you.“

“No! 8 is perfect! Thank you so much!“

You checked the clock on your phone for the third time in as many minutes. You looked around, grabbing the handle of your old travel bag with both hands and rolling back and forth on your feet.

It wasn‘t quite dark yet but the parking lot next to the gym was already illuminated by street lamps. The sky was a pretty blueish gray and the cicadas were busy telling the world that summer was not over yet.

You smoothed out your linen shorts and adjusted the tuck of your shirt. Deciding on an outfit appropriate for a road trip had taken way longer than it should have. Especially since Sakusa was only doing you a favor. It didn’t mean anything so there was no reason to overthink it.

Of course, it was unsurprising that you found him attractive. Half the class was crushing on the anti-social volleyball star and the other half was just slightly better at hiding it.

But when you spotted him in the group spilling from the opening gym doors a few minutes later, your heart stumbled despite your better judgment. Sakusa split from his teammates walking towards the bus stop and lengthened his stride when he saw you.

“Hey, did you wait long?”, he asked and led you towards a sleek black car that most likely cost more than your tuition. You shook your head No as he clicked a button on his car keys to open the trunk, neatly placing his gym bag inside and reaching out his hand to get yours as well.

Somehow, even though freshly laundered, your clothes looked dirty next to his. Aside from the questionable neon yellow and green of his old training jacket, flung onto the backseat, he looked like he was ready to go to a dinner party. His hair was still damp from the post-training shower (his teammates had shrieked in surprise when he joined them for the first time ever in “those germ-infested stalls“) and the car quickly filled with the refreshingly cool smell of his shower gel. It made you feel cozy and light-headed at the same time. It had you imagine for a split second, how Sakusa would take you for a ride after training to grab some late night ice cream and watch the city lights dance on the river while holding hands and talking in his car. The sudden rumbling of the engine pulled you out of your little daydream and you also may have forgotten to breathe when his hand came up to hold the back of your seat as he turned to reverse out of the parking lot. This was going to be a long drive.

Sakusa kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other was propped against his temple, his elbow resting on the door. The road was smooth and barely traveled once you got out of Tokyo traffic. Nakagawa was about two and a half hours south and according to his GPS your house was another 20 minutes further out. All throughout training he had tried to listen in on casual conversations his team members had with each other to get some kind of indication what smalltalk he could bring up but it was mostly concerning volleyball or workout routines or an extensive ranking of protein shake flavors - not much he could use with you.

“Cow.“, he said, pointing out the window to a ruminant-shaped blob that practically blended into the meadow with how dark it had gotten by now.

You followed his eyes and confirmed it was indeed a cow, then smiled politely and went back to selecting music on your phone.

Sakusa felt like an idiot. You lived in a rural town. Cows were nothing novel to you. So back to square one.

He tried a few different approaches.

“Are you reading anything currently?”

And thinking he wouldn’t exactly be interested in the fantasy romance series that was splashed all over your social media, you just shook your head.

Meanwhile, Sakusa didn’t want to readily admit that he had picked up the books after the fourth time you posted about them and even less that he genuinely enjoyed the story. He pursed his lips and just kept his eyes on the road.

“What does your family do?”, he’d ask a few minutes later.

“They’re apple farmers. They also make everything from cider to wine to applesauce.”

He nodded, trying to find an angle to keep you talking.

You on the other hand didn't want to “bore” him with anecdotes about what it was like growing up on a farm. So you fell silent once more.

Sakusa wondered if he was doing something wrong. Usually, when he snatched a seat near you in the lecture halls, you were very talkative and could easily hold a conversation - in most cases ending your stories on a completely different topic than where you started. It was one of your most ridiculously entertaining and endearing qualities that made him notice you in the first place. Who, after all, could ignore a girl that talked knowledgeably about autapomorphies of any given taxon and then wondered in her next breath if crocodiles had a concept of friendship.

“Do you… like food?”, he asked and resisted the urge to bonk his head on the steering wheel. He had meant to be a lot more specific but it worked!

You had frowned at him for a moment, then chuckled, then laughed and said, “Yes, I do enjoy food. How about you?”

“Half an hour to go.”, he informed you when he turned off onto a bumpy dirt road between two rice paddies. The past hour he had talked and laughed more than he had all semester and even though his voice was getting hoarse, he was disappointed that the drive was nearing its end. Sakusa winced when he hit a pothole in his attempt to miss another. The car shook. It really wasn’t meant for off-roading, but it soldiered on. Until it didn’t.

After a couple more hits from rocks and uneven terrain, the engine sputtered and then stopped.

“Huh.” Sakusa turned the key in the ignition once, twice but never got more than a - described generously - weak little stutter.

“I’m so sorry.”, you said earnestly, but at the same time tried to suppress a snort at his incredulous expression.

“It’ll be fine.” He plucked his phone from the holder on the console and began searching for car workshops nearby.

You waited patiently for the realization to hit.

“Oh.”

And there it was.

“Should have figured that there are no 24h auto shops in the countryside.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

You two looked at each other, then broke into laughter, still giddy from your pre-pothole conversations.

“Looks like we’re walking.”

With a flourish, you opened the door and got out.

“Walking?” He followed your example and met you at the trunk.

“Yup!” Your village-born “get to work” attitude sprung to life when you waited for him to push the button so you could retrieve your bag, “We’re only a few minutes out of Nakagawa. We can walk there and ask for help. And if all else fails, we can at least find a place to spend the night.”

Spend the night? Sakusa felt his heart stop and then pump hard to make up for lost time.

You shouldered your bag and grinned.

“Let’s go!”

Holding your phones aloft to illuminate the pitch dark a little, you hiked along the dirt road, always switching between checking your next steps and zeroing in on the few town lights that dappled the not too distant horizon. You picked up the conversation where you left off and learned about his high school years and the team he used to play with. You yourself were part of the archery club at university and had played a bit of softball in high school. Sakusa was asking question after question, feeling relaxed whenever you talked for a long time. He listened intently as you recounted key moments from your childhood and the one softball tournament you played in your first year, how you got hit in the face by a curveball once and then decided that maybe a different sport would be more suited for you.

“Oh, don’t you wanna call your folks?”, you asked suddenly, when the dirt road finally turned to asphalt and a large sign announced the entrance of Nakagawa.

In the dim cone of light from your phone you saw him frown.

“Why?”

“Cause you said you were headed my way today to go home. They must be worried sick by now.”

“Oh.”, he averted his eyes and felt his ears burn in embarrassment. “No, they’re not.”

“Hmm, I bet they are.”, you smiled, then obviously got an idea, “Oh! Maybe they can come pick you up! Where do they live?”

“Aoyama.”, he said it innocently and quickly as if ripping off a bandaid.

“Ao- wait, isn’t that in Shibuya?”

“Uh huh.” He walked past you, reaching the still surprisingly lively main road of town, feigning interest in a pub to his left.

“That’s the north of Tokyo.”, you noted.

“Yes.”, he agreed simply.

Your stomach flipped. Of course you didn’t want to assume anything but if his behavior tonight was any indication then…

He turned around, ripping you from your thoughts. “We should find a place to sleep first.”, he said, typing on his phone, “And then we can grab something to eat.”

“Right.”, you said, still wondering if the puzzle pieces in your head fit together or if you were just delusional.

“Seems like it’ll be difficult to find two single rooms on such short notice.”, he muttered, scrolling, then standing next to you so you could check the screen as well.

“These are all double beds.”, you so keenly observed.

“Right.”, he said slowly. Your proximity made his head swim. “Then we should probably look somewhere else.”

“Right.”, you agreed, clearing your throat.

“Or we could book two double bedrooms.”, he suggested, his calm tone not matching the excited panic rising his chest at all. Sakusa really hoped you would say No.

Being quite a bit taller allowed him the privilege to have you look up at him with your big (e/c) eyes.

“That seems reasonable…”

Were you disappointed? He searched your face for any hint. You were fairly open about your feelings, carrying your thoughts on the tip of your tongue and heart on your sleeve. It was another entrancing quality he felt himself drawn to.

He didn’t want to be the pervert who pushed for sleeping in one bed. You might end up thinking he tricked you somehow.

“But-“, you began, biting your lip for a moment before continuing, “maybe it’ll be okay to share for one night?”

“Right…”

“Just if it’s alright with you.”, you hastily added.

An image formed in his mind. He was sitting on a freshly made bed, when the door to the bathroom opened and you stepped out enveloped in a cloud of steam. A towel would be tightly wrapped around you, not quite big enough to cover your curves - a slid on the side teasing more of your plush thigh. You’d sit down next to him, applying lotion to your legs and he’d be mesmerized by the little water drops still clinging to your skin. In his head you’d ask if he could help you with the lotion because you were worried your towel would slip and he was nothing if not helpful.

Back in reality he tore himself away from staring at your reddening cheeks and his finger hovered over the booking button.

“Y/n-chan?!” A booming voice from up ahead made you two look up.

A woman with a graying perm stuffed under a bright green bandana came up to you with determined steps, a wide smile on her face and she embraced you without hesitation.

“In town for your mom’s birthday, I guess? You’ve certainly grown a lot. Must be all that good food in Tokyo. You look more like your parents every day. I remember when you were still that round-faced little thing stealing strawberries from my garden!”, she tsk’ed her tongue playfully, “Is your brother coming, too? Haven’t seen him in a while as well, but that’s to be expected when he is always so busy. But you should make time for family at least. - And who do we have here? My, my. I don’t know the last time you brought a boyfriend home but he is certainly a handsome one, isn’t he? What’s your name?”

You didn’t even know where to start, feeling like most of her questions were rhetorical. And although you definitely wanted to tell her that Sakusa was certainly not your boyfriend, you also knew that that would bring on a whole new wave of interrogations.

“Sakusa Kyoomi.”, he just said with a deep bow and an even deeper blush on his ears which the night and warm lights from the surrounding restaurants gratefully hid.

Maybe he also figured it would be easier to just play along, you thought.

Meanwhile, Sakusa was just happy someone put the idea in your head.

The woman was only about half his height and took her time taking in every inch of his appearance, no doubt making mental notes to tell all her friends about it first thing tomorrow.

Your situation was quickly explained and the friendly neighbor just waved it off.

“Don’t worry, dearies. I can take you home, no problem. The truck’s this way.” You exchanged a look with Sakusa who just kind of stood there, unsure of what to do. “Well, come on, you two. No one is getting any younger here.”

The beige banged up pickup was only a few hundred meters away. The back was stacked full of large baskets holding different vegetables.

“Don’t mind ol’ Momo, but I think you two have to squeeze in the back.”

“Ol’ Momo” was a giant white Akita snoozing on the passenger seat. He lifted his head when they opened the doors and only gave a deep tired woof as a greeting, his tail wagging lazily when the women scooted in next to him behind the wheel.

Sakusa tried his hardest not to touch anything. The backseat was covered in dust and sand and housed more big plastic colanders with precariously stacked daikons, still dirty from the field’s soil. If the car wasn’t his worst nightmare he would have greatly enjoyed having you so close to him. Your thigh was pressed against his and he had flashbacks to his little daydream excursion from earlier. He was still pretty disappointed that he was robbed of the opportunity, however miniscule his chance with you might have been in the first place.

Off the truck went. Of course more dirt roads meant more potholes but unlike his fancy city car the sturdy little pickup truck had no problems trundling along. Apparently in no need of an actual conversation partner, the neighbor just kept on talking, bringing you up to speed on how her fields were doing, what her sons were up to and gave an exact play by play of how her husband managed to strike a bargain on new seeds for the following year. You nodded politely or asked an occasional question to keep her attention away from Sakusa, while he watched you being thrown around like a ragdoll during more turbulent road maneuvers. He at least had the luxury to hang on for dear life on the grab handle above the car window. You, sitting in the middle of the backseat with a non-functioning seatbelt, either dealt with your bumpy fate or tried to steady yourself elsewhere. The truck’s cabin jumbled again and you jerked forward, barely holding onto the back of the driver’s seat. His arm shot out almost automatically to wrap around your waist, pulling you back to him.

“Thank you.”, you murmured so the woman wouldn’t hear, “I’m sorry, I know you hate touching people.”

“I don’t mind.”, he replied.

Your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when he unhurriedly let you go and looked out the window into the pitch blackness of the country night. Sakusa had forgotten how dark it could get without the constant neon lights of the city. In the reflection of the window he still saw you staring for a moment, then turning your head back to the front, answering some question of the neighbor. He stretched his fingers, your softness now seemingly imprinted in his memory.

Another minute or so passed before you were thrown forward once again. This time, his arm remained around you. “If you don’t mind.”, he said under his breath, “Just until the road gets better.”

You nodded slowly and robotically looked to the front again.

It was difficult not to milk this opportunity. Having Sakusa holding you close like this sparked all kinds of ideas of snuggling up against his broad frame, drawing patterns on his thighs and asking dreamily if he also thought spring was the perfect season for a wedding.

Sakusa hid a smirk behind his hand when your head lulled against his shoulder as soon as the truck reached a smooth road. He adjusted his seat so you would be comfortable and didn’t stop grinning until the truck pulled up to a farmhouse.

“There we are.”, the neighbor announced and then hushed her voice when she saw you in the rear view mirror, “Oh, look at that. Well aren’t you just the cutest love birds. You wake her up, I’ll get her bag.”

He really didn’t want to lose your warmth despite the remaining summer heat. You felt so perfect in his arms like this.

“Y/n.”, he said softly, “Y/n, you’re home.”

Carefully brushing a strand of hair out of your face he poked your cheek with his finger. No reaction. He poked again. You mumbled something and cuddled closer. His body was about to explode from cuteness overload.

His door opened. “No luck?”, the woman asked.

He shook his head and began to think. Making sure to pull you along with him, he stepped out of the truck and slid his other arm underneath your knees.

“Oh you’re not picking her up, sweet boy. You’ll break your neck trying to lift this one.”, she warned but Sakusa already brought you close to his chest. He would ask his trainer to add extra sets for muscle gain in his workouts from now on, but at this moment he was just way too satisfied with himself to carry you across the courtyard up the few steps to the front door. The cool night air made you stir in his arms. “Sakusa?”

“Great timing. Do you have the keys?”

art: @KUM07474_V on Twitter

a/n: so uhm, yeah this one just kept on going xD thank you so much for your request and continued kindness @melimelisworld, I hope you enjoyed it 🌟