#im going to bed now sksksk

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hello!! I wrote a self ship thing based on @mintmatcha 's "Inevitable" fic, i highly recommend yall read it!! Anyways, i wanted to share it so here yall go :3

How many margaritas had she drank tonight? Three? No, technically two: the first two margaritas were bought during happy hour and were filled to the brim with ice, so they counted as one in her mind.

Regardless, she was drunk. Really drunk. And it felt good, so so good. That fuzzy feeling in her head, the swirling when she swayed back and forth. She’s lucky her friend was a designated driver and got her home okay. Lord knows that she would’ve gotten into trouble left on her own.

She stumbled into her apartment, barely remembering to lock the door behind her. Reggie mewled at her, back arching as she rubbed against Sunny’s legs. Sunny tried to reach over to pet her, but the world was too wobbly and she tumbled forward, barely keeping herself up.

“I think it’s time for bed, sweet girl,” she slurred, kicking off her shoes.

She found her way to the bedroom, somehow, giggling to herself for some unknown reason. She peeled off her clothes, tossing them somewhere on the floor before finding the bed. She slid beneath the sheets, groaning softly. Her face hit the pillow and she sighed, eyes closed. Her head was spinning, unable to calm down. Why was the world moving so fast, even when she wasn’t looking at it?

She was tired, but she wasn’t. She wanted to stay up, but she wanted sleep.

She wanted to get fucked.

She moaned softly, turning onto her back, peeking her eyes open. She could masturbate, but she usually used porn for that, and she didn’t feel like looking at anything, and her fantasies were jumbled right now.

She could… Should she?

She thought of the guy she sexted a while ago, what was his name? Norman? Nathan? Yeah, Nathan! That’s who he was! She remembered the phone sex being decent enough to turn her on, but his voice just didn’t do it for her. Maybe he was still awake? She could text him and keep it at that, no voices, just text. She could get off better that way.

She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, pulling it up. The names were hazy, but she found his and clicked on it. She had deleted the chat a long time ago, not caring about keeping the memory of it.

Heyyyyy <

Are you up? <

She waited for a response, grabbing her vibrator in the process, struggling to turn it on. When it touched her clit, she received a response.

> Yes. What do you need?

She giggled, holding the vibrator between her legs as she typed.

You sksksk <

> What?

I want you silly billy <

> I’m sorry, I’m confused.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Do you wanna sext or not <

> What?

Omg nevrmind <

She dropped her phone beside her, trying to focus on her clit instead. Her phone kept lighting up beside her. It kept distracting her from her eventual orgasm. She groaned, picking up the phone again and looking at her messages.

> Are you being serious? Don’t tease me, Sunny.

> What do you mean sexting?

> Why do you want to sext me?

Didnt you have fun last time? <

Three dots appear, then disappear, then reappear again.

> I don’t think you’re texting the right person, Sunny. Check your contacts.

Omg if u dont want to sext then just say it dont be a pussy <

She puts the phone down again, increasing the speed on the vibrator, trying to focus. Her phone lit up again and she let out a loud groan, grumbling to herself as she turned it back on.

> You want to sext me?

> Fine.

> How do we do this?

She smiles, feeling victorious as she starts typing again.

What are you thinking about?? <

> I don’t know. Nothing.

> I’m wondering what you’re doing.

Im touhing myself <

> How?

She brings up the camera, holding up her phone and taking a picture, sending it.

> Oh my god

> You have a vibrator?

> Jesus Christ

> Is that what you like? You like sex toys?

Mmhm I lik em a lot <

> What kinds?

Dildos and vibrators and butt plusg <

The dots appear for several moments.

> Fuck

> Damn it

> That’s so sexy

> Do you have those things or do you just like them?

No I have them <

> Go get them

> Please

She giggles, turning off the vibrator and getting her other toys. The sick feeling was subsiding, leaving just the fuzziness left for her to enjoy as she got back into bed with her toys.

Got em <

> Show me

She sets up her toys, taking a picture and sending it to him.

> Shit

> Fuck

> Is that a clit sucker?

Yea <

> Jesus Christ. You’re going to make me crazy.

> What do you want to do?

Wat do u want me to do <

Several dots, again.

> I don’t know. I never thought this would happen before.

> Do you want to use the clit sucker?

Sure <

She grabs it, turning it on, placing it over her clit and letting out a soft moan.

> How is it?

Good <

> Just good?

Yea just good <

> What would make it better?

Youu <

> Jesus

> Can I see?

He’s so much more polite this time. Last time he kept making demands, asking her to call him ‘daddy’ and shit she wasn’t really into. Maybe a woman put him in his place and he learned from it.

She snaps another photo and sends it.

> Jesus Christ you’re wet

> Do you usually get that wet? Is that normal for you? Or is it because of me?

Hmmm both <

I can get really wet <

but only if the person turns me on ;) <

> You’re going to drive me crazy

> Is it enough? Would you like more?

More more more pls <

> Turn it up higher for me

She does as he asks, moaning a bit louder.

> Does it feel good?

Yea so good <

> What are you thinking about?

You sksksk <

> What about me?

She didn’t know. She didn’t know much about this guy besides the photos he shared and his name. Best to stay general.

Thinkin about you fucking me <

> Really?

> How long have you wanted me to fuck you?

She thought for a moment.

Since I first saw you <

> Really?

> You’re messing with me.

> This is a joke isn’t it?

> Did HE put you up to this?

She pouted, typing fast.

whatre you talking about I just wana fuck you why is that so hard to understand <

are u mad at me pls dont be mad I just wanna be with u <

pls dont be mad at m <

> I’m not mad at you.

> You seem sincere.

> It’s just hard to believe. I’ve liked you for so long. I never thought you would go for a guy like me.

She furrows her brow.

What?? what do you mean ur so hot and sexy why wouldn’t I like u <

> You’re just so pretty and sweet. I know other men who would kill to do this with you.

What lol thats so weird whatre u talking about <

can we go backk to the sex pls I wanna cum <

> You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t worry about it.

> How can I make you cum?

She smiles, biting her lip.

Tell me how I turn you on <

> What doesn’t turn me on about you?

> I love your hair. It’s so cute and curly. I want to touch it.

> Your eyes. They’re so pretty. It’s hard not to stare into them constantly.

> And your lips. They’re perfect. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.

Omg pls say more <

> Well, your body is beautiful. I’ve always been fond of curvier women. You always look so soft and inviting. I wish I could touch you.

I want you to touch me <

> Where?

Evrywhere <

> Your breasts?

> Your hips?

> Your thighs?

Yes yes yes <

> Your stomach?

She feels her cunt twitch, her tummy tighten, but she’s nervous. Did she ever show this guy her stomach? Did he have a fetish or something?

Nooo im shyy <

> Why sweetheart? Do you not like it?

I dont like my tummy <

> Don’t say that. Your stomach is beautiful. I’ve seen it when you wear tight clothes and it’s perfect. It looks so soft.

> Please don’t think like that dear. You’re so beautiful.

U think so?? <

> Yes, I do.

> You’re so beautiful, Sunny. I think you’re gorgeous.

Do u want me?? <

There’s a pause in the texts, making her pout.

> Yes. I do.

> I really, really want you.

> Does that bother you?

No!! thats what I want!! I want u to want me <

> This doesn’t feel real. This feels like a dream.

I wanna cummm <

> Oh my god I’m so sorry

> I got distracted. I’m sorry

> You want to cum dear?

Yesss <

> You can cum sweetheart.

She turns up the clit sucker again, moaning louder, tossing her head into her pillow. She can feel it building, her legs kicking, her finger turning up the toy more until she’s pushed over the edge, falling falling falling in the most blissful way.

It soon becomes too much, and she pulls the toy away, turning it off. She catches her breath, seeing her phone light up.

> Did you cum sweetheart?

Yesss <

> Did it feel good?

Uh huh <

> Good. I like to make you feel good.

She giggles giddily, kicking her feet. What had changed with this guy? He seemed like a dream boat now.

> It’s late. Are you tired? Would you like to go to bed?

Did you cum?? <

> No. I haven’t been touching myself.

Wat why <

> I did this for you, not me.

What noooo it’s no fun if im the only one who cumsss <

There’s a pause, making her irritated.

> You want me to cum for you?

Yes pls <

> God. I love when you say please.

> Okay. I’ll touch myself for you

thank youuu <

There silence for a while, and she perks up when his text comes through.

> Would you like to see?

She scrunched her face. She really didn’t, but she didn’t want to seem rude.

sure <

She waits, and a few moments later, there’s a photo.

> I’m not used to this, so I’m sorry if it looks odd.

Her eyes widen. He was long, and thick. Was he always that hard for her? Maybe he used a penis pump or something to make himself bigger. That was a thing, right?

Ur huge !! <

> You think so?

Uh YEA ur so big wth why havent we fucked irl yet sksksk <

> Because I didn’t know you liked me.

> Do you really like it?

Yea <

I wanna suck ur balls <

Dots appear then disappear. She worries that her fetish freaked him out.

> Jesus

> I almost came

> Do you really want to suck them?

She smiles, confidence building.

Yes <

I love balls <

I lov touching them and sucing them <

I wanna suck them and feel ur cock on my face <

> God

> That’s so sexy

> I’m imagining it

> I wish I could feel you right now

Wat wuld u do?? <

> I’d make love to you the way I always imagined

> I’d set you down on the bed and kiss you

> I’d kiss your body down to your pussy and taste you

> And after you cum on my mouth, I’ll push my cock inside of you

Her hips start to shimmy, her lip bitten raw.

Thats so hot <

it makes me wanna cum again <

> Again?

> God

> You’re insatiable

> I love it

> I’d give you everything you wanted and more, darling

> I’d make you cum so much you couldn’t bear it any longer

> Only then would I cum inside you

yuo wanna cum in me?? <

> Yes

> So badly

> Do you not like that?

I love it <

I lov breeding <

want u to breed me <

She grabbed the dildo, rubbing it over her slick pussy before pushing it into her entrance, moaning at the sensation.

> You do?

> God

> I have to admit, I’ve thought of it

> I’ve thought of breeding your sweet cunt

> I’ve thought about filling you up with my seed more times than I’d like to admit

She moaned, searching for the vibrator in her bed, sighing when she found it and turned it on, placing it on her clit. She glanced at the phone, wanting to type back, but her hands were busy. She paused, searching the message options before finding the voice message option, pressing record.

“Sorry,” she breathed, moving her hands back to her cunt. “My hands are busy.” She giggled and moaned, hips thrusting into her hands. “God, I want you so bad. You’re so hot. And your dick, oh my god! Fuck, I want you to fuck me hard. And fast. I wanna cum on your cock so bad.”

She stopped the recording, sending it off and continuing to masturbate. Her phone flashed a minute later.

> Fuck

> FUCK

> Oh my god your voice

> You sound so good

> I could cum from your voice alone

She giggles, pressing the voice message again.

“Do you want to?”

> God

> Yes

> Please

> Let me keep hearing you

u wanna call?? <

There’s a long pause, and she frowns, starting to feel insecure.

And then, the phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hello.”

“Oh my god, your voice!” She squeals into her pillow for a moment. “How is your voice so hot?!”

“You like my voice?”

“Oh my god, I love it! It’s so sexy, holy fuck, I wanna sit on your face.”

“I’d let you, for as long as you want. I want to make you feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She giggles, moaning when he groans.

“God, I love your laugh.”

“Does it make you hard?”

“I don’t know if it’s possible for me to be any harder than I am now.”

“That’s so hot, baby.”

She moans, louder, smiling when he groans softly in response. His voice seems different this time, deeper. Maybe it’s because he’s whispering? He was a lot louder last time.

“You sound like an angel.”

“You think so?”

“I do. God, I wish I was there. I wish I could touch you.”

“That would be so nice. I want you to fuck me for real.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Want you to fuck me into the bed.”

His groans send shock waves to her pussy, and she moves faster, her voice corresponding with each thrust.

“I love hearing you moan.”

“I love to moan.”

“You do? You’re not faking it for me?”

“Nuh-uh, no way. That’s dumb. I hate faking shit.”

“Good. I want you to be honest with me.”

“I am. Are we gonna cum or not?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry for distracting you.”

She scoffs, smiling, turning up the vibrator again which only makes her moan. She tosses in her bed, gasping as she thrusts faster.

“God, I wish you were here to do this. My hand is getting tired.”

“I wish I could, darling. I’d take care of you the way you deserve.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I’d make you cum as many times as you want. I’d fill you up like you want. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Would you cum for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I’m gonna cum soon.”

“God, me too. Please cum for me, Sunny. I want to hear it.”

His pleas spur her on, her cunt clenching around the dildo. She feels her orgasm building, a fire burning in her belly, growing brighter and brighter. She bites her lip and moans high, the sound turning into a squeal.

She gasps, feeling it grow closer, closer, and suddenly it’s there, hitting her like a brick. Her eyes widen and roll back as she groans gutturally. She hears him say her name before he groans as well, breathing hard into the phone.

She’s panting, and he is too. She turns off the vibrator, tossing it somewhere. She pulls out the dildo, licking it clean, sighing as she does.

“What are you doing?”

“Licking my cum off my dildo.” He groans through the phone.

“Please. I’ll get hard again.”

She laughs, putting the dildo down and laying on her side, sighing, content.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s late. You should go to bed.” She hums in response, but doesn’t move. She hears shuffling and a sigh. “I need to go to bed too. I need to wake up early.”

“Mm.”

“I…” There’s a pause. “I’m going to hang up. Goodnight, Sunny.”

“G’night,” she says, face smushed against her pillow. She hears a chime, realizing that the call ended. A part of her wishes she could’ve had some aftercare, but the rest of her doesn’t care as sleep overtakes her.

She wakes up to the sun hitting her in the face. She peeks an eye open, immediately closing it and groaning, turning over in bed. She left the light on. Her cunt was still soaked from the night before.

She thought about last night and smiled. Nathan was a lot sexier this time around. She was genuinely considering having sex with him in the future, not just over the phone. She stretched, reaching for her phone, groaning when it was at 20%.

She plugged it in, getting up, going to the bathroom. She took a quick shower, moisturizing her newest tattoo and putting on a robe, heading back to the bedroom. She grabbed her phone again, eager to look over the texts that turned her on so much last night.

Huh.

Nathan wasn’t in her messages. Who did she text last night? She scrolled back to the top, looking at her most recent messages. Her mom, her coworker, Nanami—

Wait.

Her heart dropped when she saw Nanami Kento’s name show up, the last message from her, asking if he wanted to call.

No. No.

She opened the messages, her heart racing, skimming things over.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, covering her mouth. “Oh my god!”

She panicked, turning the phone off and shoving it under her pillow.

Fuck. Fuck! Oh god, she was embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed. She wanted to just die. She wanted to crawl in a hole and rot and never be found.

She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this. What was she going to do? How could she ever face him again after everything that happened last night, how she talked, how she acted? Oh god, she was so embarrassed. She could disintegrate from the shame alone.

She left the room, pacing around her apartment. She tried to distract herself by feeding her cat, making a coffee. Coffee was probably a bad idea, but she wasn’t thinking straight.

She returned to her room, staring at her pillow as she sipped her straw.

She couldn’t hide from this. She needed to face it, rip the Band Aid off in one clean motion, get it over with.

She steeled her nerves. She set down her coffee on her nightstand and slapped her cheeks with both hands.

Just fucking do it already.

She slid back onto the bed, sneaking a hand under her pillow to grab her phone. She brought up Nanami’s contact, her hands shaking as she typed.

Can we talk?? Like on the phone?? <

She took in a deep breath after she hit send, her breath hitching when her phone vibrated instantly, Nanami already calling her. Her stomach twisted as she answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Good morning.”

God, his voice sounded so good. No wonder she came last night.

“G-Good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“I-I guess…”

“What did you want to talk about?”

Her throat closes up, her eyes pooling and suddenly she hiccups, covering her mouth.

“Sunny? Are you alright?”

She sniffs, the tears falling so easily.

“N-Noooo…”

“Oh, Sunny, are you crying? Why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“I-I’m sorry, Ken! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to text you. I feel so stupid.”

She hears a sigh.

“You were drunk, weren’t you?”

She hiccups.

“H-How did you know?”

“The way you texted was different. And you’ve never spoken to me like that before. You thought I was someone else, didn’t you?”

“I…” She sniffs. “I-I mean, y-yes.”

“I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true. Fuck.” He groans. “Damn it. I’m sorry, Sunny. I took advantage of you last night. I took advantage of you in a vulnerable state. Fucking hell. I’m so sorry.”

“I-It’s not your fault. I was drunk and horny and I texted you thinking you were this other guy and…” She trails off. Silence overcomes them.

“I understand.” He sighs. “We can forget about it. I won’t treat you any differently. Just ignore everything I said and we can go back to normal.”

“I…” She thought about what he said, how he wanted her in all these specific ways, the way she had hoped, the way she had dreamed. “I… don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Sunny.”

“I acted like such an idiot.”

“Please don’t talk like that.”

“But I did! I texted my crush while I was drunk like a big dummy and now you probably think I’m some sort of slut who would put herself out for anyone and—”

“Woah, woah, wait. Crush? What do you mean crush?”

“I…” She squeezes her eyes shut, opening them and breathing in shakily. “I have a crush on you, Ken.”

There’s a pause, then a breathy laugh. She feels her stomach drop. She knew it, he thought she was an idiot, a fool, a fucking child who—

“I can’t believe it,” he says. “You… You texted me thinking I was a different man but in reality you liked me the whole time?”

“Y-Y-Yes…”

“God, I…” She hears him take a deep breath. “I need to see you. I need to talk to you in person. Are you free today? Would you like to go get some coffee? Wait, no, lunch would be better. Would you like to get lunch?”

“I…” Her eyes dart in front of her. “You don’t hate me?”

He laughs, her stomach doing flips.

“Quite the opposite, Sunny. I just need to see you.”

They meet at a restaurant with private booths, curtains covering them from the other patrons.

“I thought we could use some privacy,” he says as he closes the curtains, sitting back down across from her. She can’t look at him, too embarrassed. Her body is hot, her hands sweating as she twists her fingers.

“Sunny.” She glances up at him. He’s well put together, as always, his glasses hiding his eyes. He reaches up for them and takes them off, sticking them in his pocket. “Let’s talk about what happened.”

“O-Okay.”

“So,” he folds his hands in front of him, “you got drunk last night and texted me, thinking I was someone else.”

“Yes.”

“And you thought I was that other person the whole time.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you like that other person?”

She shrugs awkwardly, then shakes her head.

“No, not really. We met on a dating app and we’ve only sexted once and it wasn’t even that good.”

“But you chose to sext him again anyways?”

“I was… lonely… and horny…”

“I see.”

The waiter comes to get their drink orders, disappearing again.

“Despite what you thought, you texted me.”

“Yes.”

“And, according to you, you have a crush on me.”

“U-Uh-huh.”

“For how long?”

“I…” Fuck, she felt so small under his gaze. She felt so silly. “P-Probably since we met.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Well… you were very charming when we first met.”

He scoffs, his lips curling.

“Many would disagree with that.”

“Well, they just don’t see you like I do.”

He hums. The waiter comes back with drinks, asking for their orders. She’s not really hungry, but she orders something anyways, something she’s sure she’ll like enough to take home to eat later. When the waiter leaves, he looks back to her.

“Do you believe anything I said last night?”

She glances at him, then back down at her hands.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Read it again.”

She inhales deep, taking her phone from her purse. She pulls out the texts, scrolling to the beginning and rereading them. She cringes at how she acted, but her heart races at his words.

“Who did you think put me ‘up to this’?” He groans.

“Gojo. He’s known that I’ve liked you for a while. Not that I’ve told him; he just guessed correctly. He keeps bothering me about it.”

“Oh…” She keeps reading. “You… you’ve liked me for a long time?”

“Yes?”

“H-How long?”

He sighs, crossing his arms.

“For a good while. Almost as long as I’ve known you.”

She bites her lip, continuing.

“You really like my hair?”

“Yes.”

“And my eyes?”

“Yes.”

“And my lips?”

“Yes. I meant every word I said, Sunny.”

She huffs, skimming through the rest, focusing on his words instead of her own.

“You… I just can’t believe it’s real. I can’t believe you really feel this way about me.”

“Why not?”

“B-Because you’re you! You’re handsome and smart and nice and it’s just crazy. Why would you want to be with me when you could have any girl you want?” He scoffs.

“Any girl I want.” He shakes his head. “And what if I said that the only one I want is you?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

He looks to her and relaxes when he sees her smiling softly.

“Do… you only like me sexually?”

“No. I like you because of who you are.”

“But… you do like me sexually, right?”

“Of course.”

The food arrives. The two of them start eating quietly, exchanging short glances every now and then.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confesses.

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I’ve wanted to be with you for so long and it felt like it would never happen, so now that it is happening, I just… I’m lost.”

“Would you like to be with me?”

“Duh, of course.”

“Then, shall we be together?”

She swallows.

“Like… dating?”

“Yes.”

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Huh…” She blinks, shaking her head. “It just doesn’t feel real.”

“Well, it’s certainly an unconventional way of starting a relationship.”

She giggles and he smiles softly, taking another bite of his food.

“Can… we go on dates?”

“Of course.”

“And hold hands and kiss?”

“Naturally.”

“Can we…” She leans forward, blushing. “Have sex?”

“I would like it, eventually.”

She squeaks, covering her face in her hands, kicking her feet.

“I’m gonna explode!”

He huffs, smiling as she wiggles in her seat. She moves her hands to her cheeks, staring back at him.

“Can we start dating right now?”

“If you’d like.”

“Can… this be our first date?”

“If you want it to be, although I’d prefer our first date being someplace nicer.”

“This place is nice! It’s very nice, I like it here.”

His lips curl.

“Then, this is our first date.”

She smiles, making him smile. They go back to eating, her queasiness subsiding.

“Ken?”

“Yes?”

“This is a really nice date.”

His heart feels full.

“I’m glad you like it, Sunny.”

[noctiva]

OBESSED WITH UNBEARABLE!!!? IT WAS SO GOOD!!! FORGET COOKING YOURE INVENTED COOKING 2 THE BETTER SQUEAL. IM OBESSED WITH AWFUL TOBY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ANS THE ENDING? FUCK MAN WOW!!!!! sidenote my brain has been on an angst kick lately and now I'm just thinking about the sex being the bandaid it is and things getting worse like it starts with distance until reader is just sleeping on the couch. I'm spinning that fic around like I'm a washing machine and I'm set to turbo spin -Marc

OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! sometimes I feel like I’m better at writing Toby as an insufferable toxic asshole than writing him as actually being good boyfriend material LMAOAOAO maybe that’s just my mean!toby brainworms speaking

As a writer it is just so fun to write about people fighting for some reason,, me using all the comebacks i never got to use irl in my writing sksksk

and this…. is going to be stewing in my brain.

sleeping on the couch and Toby taking the bed bc his ego’s too big to try and apologize to you… he wouldn’t even know what to apologize for if he did

growing further and further apart, like two strangers sharing the same home - kissing you before he leaves for a mission but it barely even feels like it means anything anymore.

until one night he can’t sleep and gets up to get a glass of water, only to find you snuggled up in one of HIS hoodies?? tear tracks on your face as you shift in a fitful sleep?? I am simply spitballing here

[adalwolfgang]

ADAL!!! saw your requests/inbox is open…and i had to send in a little something something!!!

heard you do “i ship you with…” so i was wondering what gotham character you might ship me with!!!

As far as physical appearance goes, I’m a 4’11 cis female with long brown hair and brown eyes, tan skin, hispanic, and wear a lot of black and red :> (and wearing glasses when im not in my contacts sksksk)

As far as personality goes, I’m a little eccentric, lots of jokes teehee, my MBTI is INTP, aquarius zodiac sign, and I love a possessive jealous protective man 🤞 I’m bisexual with a preference for men, and my ideal date idea is a movie at home !! or a grocery store date (i love shopping!!)

tysm adal ^_^ u dont have to if you dont want too, or if you dont do these anymore!! Just thought it might be fun !!

A/N: AHHH YES!! I wont ever stop doing these so you're good! Also sorry for the wait! Im trying to get through asks today because the numbers are starting to stack up and I don't want to keep holding it off anymore! But my inbox will always be open!

I ship you with...

Oswald Cobblepot!

Let's start with the height difference.

He loves it.

A lot.

Almost everyone he's ever encountered is always taller than him, or his height is used against him.

Definitely has a sort of power kink toward it if yk what I mean.

Now onto your color scheme.

We've all seen his many outfits throughout episodes and how fashionable he is.

He'll spoil you to your hearts content on whatever you want.

Including clothes.

There's a black and red outfit you've been wanting from a store down the street?

It's sitting on your bed by the next hour or so with a little love note attached to it.

If he's feeling it, you'll both be matching that day, wearing the similar black and red that you love so much.

He'll also make sure you always have a spare set of glasses or contacts on hand.

Just incase yk?

If anyone dares to even tease you about your clothes, glasses, looks in general?

Dead.

I can't stress the 'anyone' enough.

He knows what it's like being talked down to and mocked so he isn't having non of that when it comes to you.

He doesn't want his darling going through the same shit he went through.

He's gonna do whatever it takes to make you live the best.

As a queen.

His queen.

He's not the best at telling jokes but he does have a certain sense of humor.

Like laughing at the people, who've hurt either him or you, who are on the ground screaming in pain.

Again, a certain sense of humor.

Lets say you try a harmless prank on him, and end up scaring the shit out of him.

He'll scold you but is smiling by the end of it.

If you tell him a joke, he'll laugh at it.

While also staring at you with a loving gaze.

Back to him loving to spoil you, he much prefers taking you out to extravagant places for a ideal date like a fancy restaurant but won't mind just chilling at his mansion and snuggling up on the couch with you.

He doesn't get the whole shopping dates you mention though.

Why do something like that when he can just make others do it for you?

If you beg for it enough, he'll agree.

But he makes sure zsasz and a couple other of his men come along.

Again just in case.

He'll tell them to spread out and not stick so close to you both so it can feel like it's just you and him having a nice bonding moment.

Don't expect him to carry anything though.

Poor Zsasz we'll probably get stuck acting as some pack mule.

[star-mum]

Good morning lovelies :3

ROSITA KNIFE KINK FIIIIIC !!!!!

"Leave a mark on you that can't be so easily erased" sunny I swear to god if she's not carving her name on my skin im gonna be really sad

doing my usual deal with Sunny where I put my trust in her completely and just ignore all the content warnings (no one got me like she's got me)

"That was one thing she never missed - money. Yeah. Fuck that" starting with an anticapitalist message, very nice, very good :3

"You pointed a gun in Abraham’s face the moment that he approached Glenn’s prone body" LOOOOOOOVE HER ! yes she will step up to this mountain of a man who's very heavily armed

"you were only into women" LESBIAN READEEEERRRRRRR !!!! YEEEAAAAHHHH

"Nights when being so close to you had been for survival - but it had also been a privilege" WOOOOOOOOOWWWWW

"When I first met you, I thought you were the last damn woman on earth" maybe Im too sensitive but this is still the most fucked thing to say to someone, idc how casual shit was between them THAT IS FUCKED UP

"And I know you thought the same about me" i mean... Eugene was there and she still picked you (it's not Much but it is Something)

"And I know that you have too.” HAH ! Gay ass

"I’m gonna have to be the one to get the starch of your pants and kick you squarely in the ass" well that's a sentence, i think (he just Says Words sksksks)

"God's Dirty Little Loophole" 👁️👄👁️ the what now, ma'am? "and you don't need to open them to get behind" WHAAAAAAAT (what kinda conversations were you having with your parents sksksksk)

"she grabbed both sides of your head and firmly planted her lips on yours" :O

"Eugene shouted, shuffling up the street" SIR SKSKSKSKS

"imagine that blade pressed up against your skin" let's absolutely fucking go, gays

"No. What are you doing here?” 🥺 oh

"He got inside her head once again. And this time, not for the better" we can't all be winners but for fucks sake man! that's MY ass that's grass now

"It’s an electrolyte drink mix" PINK GATORADE BABY !!! THE BEST FLAVOUR THERE IS

"She swore sharply under her breath in Spanish" I appreciate the vagueness instead of google translating something

"Not all of us are princesses" well not with that fucking attitude you can't, you dick

"thankful for Eugene and his big mouth" oh yeah hi Eugene ! 👋 (i always keep forgetting you're still here)

"You didn’t know that it was Rosita’s sniper rifle" 😌 hihi

"There was another way to get this done" bite him so it looks like a walker related incident

"All of your danger alarms were screaming and you had no clue what to do" OKAY ! Star's self defense guide (i am not an instructor but I am an over-thinker)

1. never give up the element of surprise: don't give him time to reach for the gun, tackle him to the ground (it doesn't matter if he weighs more than you, use your momentum, swipe one of his legs to get him off balance, just do it, push him towards the basket on the floor so he falls on his back)

2. KNEE HIM IN THE NUTS AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY !!!!! IDK WHY PEOPLE NEVER SAY THIS IN SELF DEFENSE CLASSES !!! KICK HIM WHILE HE'S DOWN !!! FIGHT DIRTY !!! IT'S YOU AND WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN (AND HE'S NOT GONNA HELP YOU NOW)

okay class is over, that's all I got

POKE HIM IN THE EYES !!!!! DONT HESITATE !!! (sorry class is back on for a second, just remembered this)

"rearing up against him as though she were ten feet tall" when walking home at night after class I always do the math in my head of "could i take this guy if tries something?" whenever I see a man walking down in my direction (as a last resort only cause I will find the easiest way to get as far away as possible) and it's almost always a yes, based only on the fact that I want to win/live more than he does

"You heard me, bendejo. Pick. It. Up" it's pendejo by the way !

"fuck my wife in my bed" ngl I'd still give her shit for the housewife thing after this (cause I'm an asshole)

"Why the fuck were you talking to him?” THIS IS *MY* FAULT ???? IF YOU HADN'T DITCH ME TO GO BE EDGY SOMEWHERE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED !!!

"that defiant thing rose up inside of you again" manda ela ir se fuder também, FODASE

"flipping out the blade and causing it to glint in the light" we are so close to Rosita carving her intials onto the Reader ☺️

"You crazy slut" MAYBE SO...!

"She grabbed the meat of your inner thigh with her left hand" YEAH ???? IT'S TIME ????

"very clear sight of her initials now carved into your thigh" YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!

"She took the time to bandage your leg nicely before the two of you went to sleep" 😌

LOOOOOOOVEED THIS ONE !!!!

Baby Said

Dom!Rosita Espinosa x Sub!Fem!Reader

aka the Rosita Knife Kink fic

Tell me now - what’s that look on your face?

She puts her hand on my lips, begging - ‘please, end this conversation.’

Baby Said: ‘Let me taste your silhouette. You can talk between my legs.’ 

I know you really want to. 

Summary:

When you first met Rosita, you thought your attraction to her was hopeless and fated to die quietly inside of you. But it turns out - she felt the exact same way about you.

Though she doesn't quite know how to deal with her attraction to you or the new relationship that it blossoms into. She's only dated men in the past, and she never felt this way about any of them. She has never been this insanely in love before. Tempted to run away from her feelings, silently pulling away from you, she is shaken back to reality when she finds Spencer brazenly flirting with you one night.

There is only one obvious solution in her mind: claim you. Make sure the world knows that you're hers. Leave a mark on you that can't be so easily erased. (Not that you would want to.)

Dom!Rosita Espinosa x Sub!Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season 6.

Word Count: 15,100

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below.

Warnings: the reader character goes by she/her pronouns and has a vagina and breasts; there is no major descriptors of the reader’s race, age, or looks in general (though when I was writing this, I did have in mind that the reader is around the same age as Rosita, Glenn, Maggie, and Tara - so she would be in her early to mid twenties, but that is not a hard fact); this fic DOES use Y/N; even though most of my reader characters are bisexual, the reader is explicitly a lesbian in this fic; Rosita speaks Spanish and it is not explicitly mentioned if the reader speaks Spanish as well and understands these words or not; this fic is about Rosita discovering her sexuality after the apocalypse - it could be implied that she is bisexual, but I wanted this fic to be about her discovering her true sexuality through loving the reader (so Rosita could be a lesbian or demisexual) - but she sex she had with men in the past was not traumatic, just not particularly exciting; mentions of Rosita x Abraham, including mentions of Abraham and Rosita having sex; Abraham and Rosita do break-up before Rosita and reader get together so there is no cheating; very background mentions of Sasha x Abraham (but in this version, Rosita is not at all upset about it or upset about the break-up because she’s in love with the reader); the reader calls Rosita ‘Ro’ or ‘Ro-Ro’ and she’s the only one who is allowed to use this nickname for her; this fic is set during Season 6, but there is no mention of Negan (I wanted to set this during the ambiguous time skip after the mass of Walkers is taken out in episode 8 - but I did mention Deana and Noah being alive - fucking details); mentions of common Walking Dead themes - death, Walkers, killing Walkers (and people) to survive, gun violence, etc.; lots of Spencer Monroe bashing (I fucking hate him!!!!) - mentions of Spencer having a one-sided attraction toward Rosita and toward the reader (attractions that are definitely not returned), mentions of Spencer ‘flirting’ with Rosita in a way that borders on harassment, implications that Spencer is homophobic/lesphobic and that he has a gross stereotypical fantasy of having a threesome with two women just because those women are in a relationship; the reader works as a school teacher in Alexandria (mainly teaching the teenagers); there is a scene of Spencer harassing the reader in a way that she finds scary and intimidating, (at one point, the reader even fears for her life in Spencer’s presence), but Rosita swoops in to save her.

This is a smut fic; there is sub/dom dynamics - Rosita is the dominant one (she is more of a mean dom) and the reader is submissive (the reader is somewhat of a brat at first); the main kink here is knife kink - the reader gets turned on watching Rosita use a knife while teaching a self defense class for the inexperienced Alexandrians and Rosita uses this to her advantage later; Rosita cuts off the reader’s clothes, and gives the reader a few small cuts with the knife (not major or painful) and teases her with it, and this ultimately culminates in Rosita carving her initials into the reader’s thigh - this is described as painful, but it is a pleasurable pain; general pain kink; Rosita slaps the reader (and she likes it); the reader is stripped naked and Rosita remains clothed; choking kink - not to an extreme and there is no major breathplay, but Rosita does take a hold of the reader’s throat and squeeze for a short period of time; thigh riding - Rosita grinds her knee and thigh between the reader’s legs; sweat kink - the reader fantasies about licking sweat off Rosita; blood kink - the reader is turned on by (remembered) visuals of Rosita covered in blood, and Rosita licks up the reader’s blood after cutting her with the knife; dumbification kink - Rosita calls the reader stupid (and she likes it); degradation kink - Rosita calls the reader ‘whore’ (in both Spanish and English, yay multiculturalism!!) and ‘stupid slut’ and ‘babydoll’ and ‘fuckhole’; discussion of housewife kink and kinks around ‘gender roles’ (in which Rosita is framed as the ‘man’ and the protector and the reader is framed as the more submissive ‘wife’) (though the reader is very competent in protecting herself, and it’s something Rosita is attracted to when they first meet); discussion of the reader being kept in a cage (that does not actually happen during the fic); oral sex - reader receiving; fingering - reader receiving. And I think that’s finally it for this fic.

A/N: I am soo excited to post this fic because it's my first ever fic for Rosita and I have been wanting to write for her for sooo long. I actually intended for this fic to be 'simple' and to be like 3k, but I am actually so happy that my first fic for her turned out to be like 15k and is actually really complex - she deserves it. I hope you guys enjoy it!! I love her so much and I hope that I did her justice.

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Rosita knew that for most people, there was a Before and an After. 

Before - back when the world was ‘normal’. When the world was ‘good’. When society was ‘functioning’. In her mind, that was all bullshit. People had been starving and living on the streets before too. Society had never been fully functional. 

After - the now. When the dead walked the earth, after the society that everyone knew, the life that most people had been comfortable with had crumbled away. When, in most people’s minds, everything ‘good’ had died and gone. 

But Rosita had a lot of trouble thinking of it that way. 

She was one of those people who - in a lot of ways - struggled to survive in the Old World. She had to find creative ways to make ends meet and money was always tight. 

(That was one thing she never missed - money. Yeah. Fuck that.) 

A lot of those ways involved getting dolled up and schmoozing for tips from men who were twice her age, working late nights at sleazy bars, and once she learned that it paid better, straight up scamming guys out of their ‘hard earned’ cash. Morality was never one of her strong suits, but beauty was. And guys always think that a pretty face is a truthful one. 

When the world fell apart, she saw no sense in falling with it. It was just another hard time that she would learn to live through. 

Abraham came along with his big truck and his even bigger ambitions, talking about saving the whole damn world like it was his god given right. At the time, Rosita wasn’t sure there was much left to save, but he and Eugene were two more men who liked her for her pretty face and she liked their big truck and their guns - she liked her chances of survival with them. And she was always willing to join forces with someone who had something to teach her. 

So she embarked on a mission that she didn’t have much emotional stake in. Not at first. 

The first time she had sex with Abraham, she knew it wasn’t love. But, as far as she was concerned, love was a myth anyway. She was bored and he was warm, and that was all she really needed to know. 

She was alive. She had some sense of purpose. Her life didn’t feel much different than it had before. In fact, it was better - without the dread of debt or bills hanging over her head. Even if that had been switched out for the literal dead hanging over her head every now and then. 

… 

Life was once so perfectly clear and simple to Rosita - and then she met you. 

Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene found you on the side of a hot, desolate Georgia road, tears in your eyes as you desperately stripped the riot gear off (who they later knew to be) Glenn. You had been trying to assess his condition after he had collapsed while fighting Walkers - his body clearly still weak from the flu that had almost killed him at the prison. Tara stepped up to protect the both of you, using the butt of Glenn’s heavy artillery to smash in the rotting heads before she posed to the three strangers that she ‘hoped they enjoyed the show’. 

You pointed a gun in Abraham’s face the moment that he approached Glenn’s prone body. It was something Rosita immediately liked about you - you were fiery, unafraid, and protective. You didn’t even flinch at a man so much larger than you - looked him in the eye and threatened him with a fierce tongue. It was why Rosita chose to approach you, chose to be the one to barter peace and hammer home the logic that you and your friends would never survive on the road alone. That Abraham and his big truck were truly the best option for you. 

She later found herself surprised that Glenn was on such a determined quest to find his wife. With the way you fussed over him, dabbing a wet cloth on his forehead after you finally let Abraham hoist him into the truck, checking his pulse every few minutes, making sure he was draped in shade and comfortable. Rosita thought for certain that the two of you were together. 

You laughed so hard when she told you this a few days later that you almost snorted up one of the beans that you had been eating for dinner, choking and sputtering on your food as Glenn and Tara gave Rosita a strange look. After you came down from your fit of laughter and regained your breath, you told Rosita that Glenn certainly wasn’t your type - you were only into women. 

You and Glenn had an intense closeness because he had saved your life, more than once, and you valued him intensely as a friend. You quickly added that you loved Maggie just as much as a dear friend, and hoped that she was alive out there somewhere. You hoped that his search would be fruitful. You saw nothing but comedy in the idea that you might be romantic with him. 

Rosita had no idea why she became so utterly fixated on this. 

It wasn’t like she had never met a lesbian before. She had worked at gay bars, she had plenty of gay friends. When she worked as a bartender, Drag Nights were one of her favourite events to work at. She wasn’t just fine with queer people - she embraced them. 

Tara was a lesbian too, and she didn’t find herself laying awake at night thinking about Tara’s laugh and wondering what Tara thought of her. Wondering what Tara’s hair smelled like, wondering if Tara’s skin was soft. Wondering if Tara was warm enough and wondering if she had eaten enough that day. Sure, she grew to love Tara as a friend during those days on the road together, but you were the one who was always on her mind. You were the one she couldn’t stop thinking about. 

Even more than the goal of protecting Eugene and saving the world. And increasingly, even more than Abraham. 

Even during times when Abraham would loosen his leash on Eugene just enough to insist that they sneak off somewhere to go have sex - Abraham would be inside of her and she would still be thinking about you. She would be grinning at him, kissing his neck, secretly terrified that you would overhear Abraham’s heated grunts about how much he loved her tits and that you would think less of her for it. 

She could never get you off her mind. 

There was just something about you. 

Your laugh was melodic, your skin seemed to shine under the bright Georgia sun. Even though your hair was messy and hadn’t been properly attended to in days, you looked gorgeous. You were so gorgeous. You always managed to make Rosita smile with bits of your well-timed humor, and every bit of conversation she had with you was mentally engaging - more so than she ever had since society had dissolved. Hell, probably since long before that. 

She found herself drawn to you in ways she had never been drawn to any other person in her life. 

And she found herself oddly disappointed when the group found a real home at Alexandria - not because she didn’t like it there. But because after a few days of probationary caution from Rick, the group dispersed. She and Abraham (and Eugene, like a damn child, unsure where else to go) - started living in their own place. You started living with Maggie and Glenn. 

And like clockwork, she saw you a lot less often. She worked her job keeping watch over the walls and teaching the Alexandria residents how to fight and defend themselves, and you took up a job teaching the few children that lived in the town as a school teacher - and the two of you crossed paths less and less often. Your lives became less entwined. 

And stupidly, Rosita found herself yearning for the days when the two of you slept on the train tracks with your backs pressed together - quiet nights when she could fall asleep to the thumping of your heartbeat and the sounds of crickets in the bushes. Nights when being so close to you had been for survival - but it had also been a privilege. 

… 

Rosita was puzzled when she walked into the bedroom one night to find Abraham packing - seemingly clearing out all of the drawers where his things were kept. 

It was something that instantly put a knot in her gut, though she tried her best to ignore it. She tried to tell herself that this didn’t mean anything bad. 

“Packing your stilettos?” She asked casually, posing it as a joke, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the way her voice shook. “We’ll only be gone a night.” 

She was referring to a run that was happening soon - one that he would need a much smaller, lighter bag for. 

“I’m goin’.” He replied gruffly, refusing to look up at her as he continued stuffing things into his large duffle bag. 

That bad, twisted feeling in her gut continued to brew, and she continued to try and ignore it. She tried to stay steady. 

“I am too.” She replied, that shake in her voice now more determined to break through. “But - tomorrow.” 

She hoped that he would reply in order to say that he was just overpacking out of paranoia. That his PTSD was acting up again. But instead, he said something that caused her stomach to truly twist up horribly as acid splashed at the back of her throat. 

“I’m leavin’.” He declared firmly, finally zipping up the bag and hoisting it over his shoulder. 

He finally looked at her, finally surrendering. The scared, small look in his eyes - one that she did not recognize from him - finally clued her into what was truly going on. 

He was leaving her. He was leaving the house and not coming back. He was leaving the relationship. 

Though a small part of her was terrified at the prospect of being alone, something that hadn’t happened in her life in a very long time, she found herself more scared at the realization that: this wasn’t all too upsetting. This wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it should have been for her. 

She had found herself drifting away from Abraham for a while. She had never been all too attached to him in the first place. She loved him in a sense, of course. But likely in the same way that she loved Glenn and Maggie and Tara and Eugene. She loved him as someone she couldn’t lose because they had been through too much together. 

She knew that she had never loved him as some deep, affectionate romance. 

But still, part of her screamed to hold onto him. He was an anchor, he was real. They had been through so much together. They had been a pair for so long. It was difficult to imagine sharing a bed with someone other than him. 

“Why?” Rosita whispered, almost afraid to bring the question to life in the air. 

“It happens.” Abraham grunted back - short, unwilling to truly explain. 

This only made her bubble with anger. 

‘No.’ She thought bitterly. ‘Tell me fucking why. Explain it to me if you’re going to leave me alone.’ 

“Are you serious?” She whispered sharply, more so to herself, angry that he refused to even engage in the conversation - that he was just fleeing without even an explanation. 

“This is how I want it.” He added, still refusing to truly engage with her at all. 

So now was the time Abraham Ford was choosing to be a man of few words. For hours she had been forced to sit in that stupid fucking truck, listening to him yammer on, listening to his weird metaphors and his winding war stories. And now he was choosing to clam up. 

“Why?” She demanded once again, raising her voice louder, trying to force an answer out of him. 

“Why are dingleberries brown?” He snapped, raising his voice louder than hers, trying to scare her away from the conversation. “It’s just the way shit is!” 

He then moved to leave the room, and she stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the door as she began to scream in his face, demanding answers out of him. 

“No, no!” She screamed. “After everything we’ve been through, you are not walking out that door unless you can tell me why! Tell me why!” 

She smacked her hands against his chest, trying to force his attention toward her as he stared down the hallway at the front door with intense, militant concentration. Of course. Focus on the mission. Fucking asshole. 

Abraham stopped with a huff, grabbing her arms - not with any real force, just to keep her from annoyingly swatting at him as he finally looked down at her, finally ready to give her the answer she so desperately sought. 

“When I first met you, I thought you were the last damn woman on earth.” He declared, firm and unapologetic. 

A wave of shock went through her, and she went limp under his touch. 

Her eyes went wide in a quick moment, they both knew that the other was thinking the exact same thing. It was the truth. The relationship had never been one of fondness or ‘love’ - it had never been one like Maggie and Glenn’s. Their relationship had been one of convenience. One to provide warmth against the coldness of the world. A good fuck to remind you that you’re not dead when there’s so much death around you, right in front of your face. 

Before Rosita could speak up, something in her gut telling her to defend herself - her brain screaming to deny the truth, Abraham continued on. 

“And I know you thought the same about me.” 

He said, finally letting go of the tense hold he had on her wrists - in that moment, both physically and emotionally releasing her. Unconsciously telling her that it was okay for her not to be in love with him. It was okay for her not to be hurt over the end of the relationship. 

He wasn’t expecting to be chased. 

“And well, I’ve learned to be okay with that. You’re a damn fine woman and I was lucky to have even five minutes with you.” 

“Abraham-” She breathed out, unsure where her words were even going. 

“But I’ve found someone else.” He declared, charging right past anything she had to say. “And I know that you have too.” 

“What?” Rosita gasped, entirely shocked by these words. 

She wasn’t entirely shocked by the revelation that Abraham was finally leaving her because of another woman. She had seen him hanging around with Sasha with increasing frequency. She had seen how close they had grown since the church. And she knew that he was too self upstanding to start fucking Sasha behind her back. Of all things, Abraham was not a cheater. 

It was the latter half of what he said that really threw her off.

He thought that she had someone else waiting in the wings? Did he believe that Spencer’s stupid one-sided flirting actually meant something to her? He had to know that she absolutely despised the guy, and that she would never pursue a relationship with someone as soft and stupid as Spencer.  

“What the hell are you talking about?” She gaped. “Do you think I’ve been cheating on you?” 

“No,” He shook his head, as if insulted by the idea. “Dammit - I was hopin’ to make this whole thing easy on you. To make this easier on the both of us so that you’d stop bein’ so damn stupid and just stop lyin’ to yourself. But I guess I’m gonna have to be the one to get the starch of your pants and kick you squarely in the ass, huh?” 

He had never before called Rosita stupid. She stood there, gaped with shock for a moment before she gathered the only words that she could. 

“Abraham, what are you talking about?” She asked firmly, now well and truly confused. 

He was leaving because he wanted to be with someone else. What the hell did that have to do with her being ‘stupid’? 

The small grin that graced his lips was the same one he usually held right after he smashed a Walker’s head open, or right after he ripped a particularly nasty fart that polluted the truck in a way that made him laugh when nobody else did. 

“Oh come on, darlin’.” He chuckled. “The way you’ve been eyein’ her up - you make it pretty obvious.” 

Her? 

Abraham wasn’t talking about a guy? 

When Rosita stood in dubious silence, Abraham was forced to clue her in. 

“Y/N.” He said. 

The name hitting the air was like a slap in the face for Rosita. 

He was leaving for Sasha, and he - he expected her to go after you? 

No. 

“Abraham, I’m not - I like guys.” Rosita sputtered out, eager to cover up the odd feeling rising in her throat, the feeling that something was wrong. The sense that she had been caught somehow. “I’ve been having sex with you. What - you think I’m gay all of a sudden?” 

“I think you spend a hell of a lot more time lookin’ at that woman’s tits than you ever look at me.” He shrugged in return. “And hell, I can’t blame you. She is one fine-” 

“Aye. Stop it.” She hissed sharply, kissing the inside of her teeth while she gave him a glare. 

“Alright, I get it. You don’t want me talkin’ about your girl that way.” 

“She is not my-” She let out a harsh sigh, cutting herself off while Abraham let out a chuckle. 

You would never want her. 

But that thought also struck her in the gut harsher than a blade piercing through her skin. The idea that she had been hiding here, cowering in an unhappy relationship with Abraham, hiding from her feelings for you. Hiding from someone she truly wanted to be with because she believed that you would never want her back. 

Maybe it didn’t matter if she was gay or straight or whatever. Maybe it mattered most that she was terrified of being rejected. Especially if it was being rejected by you. 

There was a pitting silence, in which Abraham stared her down with a knowing look while she turned all this over in her mind, and she hated just how smug he was. 

“Shut up.” She spat at him, though he hadn’t said anything, simply wanting to dull volumes that his smugness was hurling at her. 

Rosita was now swimming in a terrible mix of feelings - annoyance that Abraham was right, insecurity (something she so rarely felt), fear, anxiety, dread. Those confusing feelings for you bubbling toward the surface. Something she had brushed off before as friendly fondness that she was quickly learning to call affection - romantic affection. 

She became even more annoyed when Abraham let out a bright, bellowing laugh, now fully smiling at her. She resisted the urge to smack him, now wanting to blow off some steam by getting into a physical fight. She knew he wouldn’t have taken the bait anyway. 

“Fine.” He sighed, still smiling. “You don’t have to believe me. But hell, if a monkey puts on a three-piece suit and believes it’s a man, it’s still a damn monkey.” 

She wanted to point out how she hated being compared to a monkey, but she ground her teeth - because he was right. She hated it when he was right. 

“Rosita - I love you. I would still die for you or kill for you. Nothing’s gonna change that. But we both know it’s not the same anymore.” He continued on, becoming oddly soft for a moment, making her flex with a small smile now. “And I can’t sit around here waitin’ for it to be the way it was. Hell - I don’t think I want it to be the way it was. I like the way it is now.” 

“When did you get all shiny and whole?” She asked, silently knowing that this was the touch of ‘love’ on him - the glimmer of a woman who had made him feel whole in a way that she never could. She found herself oddly okay with that. She enjoyed it, in fact. She was happy for him. 

“I started goin’ to church.” He shrugged, throwing out one last bad joke. 

Rosita nodded, smiling at him, calmly accepting the truth - he was happier now. At least one of them was. 

She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to find her happiness. It was a terrifying prospect - approaching you. Exposing herself to you when she might get rejected. The idea that even if you said yes, even if you felt the same way - she would be embarking on a relationship like one she had never experienced before. She would have something so damn precious to lose. 

Abraham turned and began to walk toward the door again, and Rosita reflexively called after him. 

“Abraham?” He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. “Do you think-?” 

She choked on her own words, too intimidated to even ask - but of course, he already knew the unspoken question that she was trying to voice. 

‘Do you really think that me and Y/N are supposed to be together?’ 

“I think anybody would be damn lucky to have you.” He said, giving her another strangely warm, genuine smile. “And I know that she spent a hell of a lotta time with her eyes focused on your ass when you weren’t payin’ attention. So I’m pretty sure all you gotta do is go get ‘er.” 

Abraham finally took off then, and as the front door shut behind him, Rosita collapsed onto the edge of the bed. 

This was the first time in so long that she had been truly afraid. 

Terrified that you were so close, yet so far away. Terrified of the idea that she could waltz right up to you and - tell you what? That she was in love with you? (That didn’t sound like a lie. In fact, the longer she sat with it, repeating it in her mind, the more it sounded like the truth. The more it felt like it.) The idea that she could ruin her friendship with you in one single second. 

That almost sounded worse than death. 

Losing you - having you upset with her and not wanting to be around her - that would be a living hell. 

And those words kept ringing through her head. 

‘All you gotta do is go get ‘er.’ 

Fuck - she hated it when Abraham was right. 

Forcing herself up with a burst of anger - anger toward Abraham that he had known about this for so long and failed to tell her, that he waited this fucking long - she rushed toward the front door, only to be stopped with Eugene’s hand on her elbow. 

“Hey, I thought you said we were gonna watch Star Wars later. I was only able to locate a DVD copy of A New Hope, which I find to be inferior to-” 

“Eugene,” She sighed harshly. “When a woman says ‘later’, what she really means is ‘fuck off’.” 

He gaped with shock, enough to let her go, and then he began shouting complaints at her. But she didn’t hear or care to hear what he said as she slammed the door in his face, and began swiftly walking (not running, telling herself not to look too stupidly eager) down the street toward Glenn and Maggie’s house. 

She had to find you. 

The three of you were sitting on the porch, laughing brightly, chatting about something. You and Glenn each had a beer in hand and Maggie was cradling a mug full of something, and she had Glenn’s hoodie draped around her shoulders - it was a very cozy, friendly scene. For a moment, Rosita almost backed off. She almost lost her nerve. 

“My Mama used to call it God's Dirty Little Loophole,” Maggie laughed brightly, adding onto whatever conversation the three of you were having. “You're supposed to keep your knees closed before marriage and you don't need to open them to get behind,” 

“Yeah it's some kind of dirty hole,” Glenn snarked in response, earning him a light smack and an eye roll from Maggie. 

But then - you noticed Rosita, standing in the middle of the dark street. A bright smile broke across your face. And her insides lit up as she remembered in an instant why she was there. She became flared with annoyance once again as she remembered that Abraham was right about the whole thing. 

“Ro-Ro!” You chimed, drawing the attention of the other two toward her. This was a playful nickname for Rosita that you had started using while on the road - one she pretended to hate that she only ever let you get away with. “I actually want you to weigh in on this - if you do anal the first time you have sex, does it count as losing your virginity?” 

Of course. You were cheerfully talking about something nonsensical and delightfully distracting. 

But in that moment, all she could think about was your lips. The way you so sweetly and delicately wrapped around the words, making something so crude seem so perfect. 

She knew that she looked like a mindless Walker, drifting up the porch without a word, not even responding to your question - but she couldn’t deny her magnetism toward you any longer. And she didn’t even care that Glenn and Maggie were watching when she grabbed both sides of your head and firmly planted her lips on yours. 

You immediately went slack under her touch, almost dropping your beer as you melted into the kiss, gently moaning into her mouth - both of you feeling the intense heat and pure chemistry that you had both been trying to deny for so long. A feeling that had been building up between the two of you since the moment you had met. 

(With her back turned to them, Rosita didn’t see the excited, knowing look that the couple gave each other, even exchanging a soft high five as the two of you continued to share that kiss.) 

Rosita pulled away from the kiss after a long, perfect moment - and while you looked at her with a dizzy, vacant expression, your whole body tingling, wondering if you were dreaming, she grabbed the beer from your hands and took a long swig. And then she propped herself beside you against the porch railing, turning to face Glenn and Maggie, who were both beaming with smiles. 

“Personally, I think the concept of virginity is bullshit.” She said, choosing to answer your earlier question instead of acknowledging the fact that she had kissed you. “Why should anybody let a man’s dick define them? It’s completely barbaric-” 

“What’s barbaric is storming out on a man in the middle of a conversation!” Eugene shouted, shuffling up the street in a pair of flip-flops, his flannel pj pants, and his obnoxious ‘Virginia Is For Lovers’ tee shirt.

Rosita rolled her eyes. 

“I am not watching Star Wars with you!” She shouted at him, her words echoing down the near empty street.  

“Wait - you have Star Wars?” Glenn asked eagerly, turning to the mullet-headed man for confirmation. 

“Yes.” Eugene replied. “But some people don’t appreciate the finer points of well-made science fiction.” He eyed Rosita heavily when he said this, and she flipped him a middle finger in response. 

Glenn and Maggie exchanged a look, Glenn clearly asking for permission to go and watch the movie, to which Maggie nodded. Glenn grinned widely and kissed Maggie on the forehead before he eagerly fled off the porch. He and Eugene walked away talking excitedly about the film and then, surprisingly, Maggie stood up from her chair. 

“I think I’m gonna head to bed early.” She said, giving an exaggerated yawn - and then she tossed a wink in your direction. “Goodnight, y’all.” 

“Night, Mags.” 

“Goodnight.” 

You and Rosita both bid her goodnight - and then, after the front door to the house closed behind her, the two of you were completely alone. 

“So - you’re not into letting a man define your life?” You posed, snatching the beer back and downing the last of it. 

“Not anymore.” She replied, giving you a grin. 

She then grabbed you by the back of the neck and kissed you firmly once again. 

That was the day she realized it. There was a Before and an After. 

The time in her life Before you, and then - the time After you. 

The time before her world was whole, and after it became whole. 

… 

Your relationship with Rosita was nothing short of electric. 

The first time the two of you had sex was shortly after that first kiss (a matter of hours, actually) - and you had never cum harder than having her between your thighs, pinning you to the bed that Abraham had once slept in while she ate you with a newly discovered passion that had you screaming. (Initially, the two of you had attempted to be discreet, but Glenn and Eugene’s movie marathon certainly didn’t last long after that.) 

You knew that the people around town were likely sick of the two of you. Annoyed by the fact that you two were constantly staring at each other, so sickly in love that you couldn’t resist grabbing and groping each other in public, a simple peck of a kiss often turning into something sloppy in front of your friends when you never meant it to. 

There was just something so intoxicating about the relationship - likely because the two of you had been trying to hold back your feelings, stuffing down the attraction for so long. And now that you got to experience those feelings so freely, now that you got to be with the person that you had wanted so badly for so long - you couldn’t help but to enjoy it. 

You couldn’t help but to enjoy something so good in a world that didn’t seem to have a lot of good in it these days. 

That was why you took any opportunity that you could during the day to visit Rosita. 

Yes, the two of you lived together now, so you saw her a lot more often. You had moved in with her and Euegene after Abraham had moved out, prompting many jokes from your friends about ‘shacking up’ - both to your face and behind your back. This meant that you saw her almost every single morning (if she didn’t get an early start before you did, or if her job didn’t call for her to pull some overnight duty). And you saw her most nights before you fell asleep, but you still felt like you didn’t get enough of her. Even the domestic bliss wasn’t enough to fulfill you when you were so damn lovesick. 

So late one afternoon, after you had dismissed your class, you walked across town to see Rosita. You would deny until your last breath that you semi-regularly dismissed your class early for this specific reason, especially considering that your class was made up of a whopping four kids and they all definitely got more than enough one on one time with you to be well educated. 

You knew that she was holding a self defense class for the under-trained, more sheltered Alexandrians in an open field out by the solar panels. If anybody asked, you had released your class early because the kids deserved to enjoy the nice weather and not because you had an alternate agenda. 

“You’re going to need to carry a knife on your person at all times,” 

She spoke with perfect authority, her voice filling the air in a way that sent chills down your spine. You couldn’t help but to admire her quiet dominance - the natural confidence that she always had when she pressed herself on top of you. You couldn’t help but to imagine that firm, smooth voice next to your ear, giving you instructions about how you were going to behave for her while she took you apart and made you quiver. 

“A well sharpened knife could always mean the difference between life and death against a Walker or a person that wants to hurt you,” 

You loved watching her work. 

She used her own switchblade as an example as she showed the others proper technique - and you couldn’t help but to admire her, a certain kind of deadly heat growing in your stomach as you watched her strong, toned arm wield the blade with confidence, slashing into the air against an imaginary enemy as she continued to spout confident instructions to her class. 

Her sleeveless shirt made it easier for you to enjoy the sight of her bronze skin in the bright sun, enjoying the sight of the sheen of sweat that gathered there. You couldn’t help but to imagine tonguing across her bicep in order to lick up that sweat, worshipping her in the filthiest ways to honor her strength, to show her what a great protector she was. 

Both of you knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself. But there was a certain thrill whenever she stepped between you and danger. Whenever she stepped up as your protector. One that you felt now as you were reminded of just how strong she was. 

She took another stance, crouching as she slashed her knife through the air again, and she continued to yell more instructions at the class. 

Your lust numb brain couldn’t easily take in what she was saying, though. 

You simply enjoyed the pleasant warmth of her voice rolling through the air as your mind continued to wander. You remembered visuals of her stabbing that knife into soft Walker skulls and having blood drip down her arms. You thought back to a time during the escape from Terminus when she hadn’t hesitated to stab a man in the eye to keep him away from you and his blood had splashed up onto her cheek, making her angered grimace look all the more heroic as she extended a hand out to you and pulled you back from oncoming gunfire. 

At the time, you had been terrified. You had only been thinking of the fight for your life in the face of so much death. But now, you looked back at those memories - flashes of those moments - with a certain fondness. Your mind tunnel-visioned in and you could only see Rosita as a kind of beautiful Combat Barbie, coming to save you. 

It was the kind of rose coloured vision that made your pussy wet as you continued to stand there, admiring her as she stood tall at the front of the group, hands on her hips as she spoke more powerful, firm words. 

Your eyes continued to fixate on her hands - surprisingly, today she had chosen to forego her typical ‘combat’ gloves. So you were blessed with the sight of her bare, rough knuckles and long fingers twirling the thin handle of the knife around, causing the sharp, shiny blade to glint in the blazing sun. 

You almost hated that you couldn’t help but to imagine that blade pressed up against your skin. It was such a filthy thought, but once the fantasy wiggle its way through a tiny gap in your mind - it exploded to life. You knew that you would love how small and powerless you would feel underneath her if she held the knife against your neck. It would be nothing but a threat coming from her - but oh, the things you would do for her under the duress of that threat. 

You would love it if she pinned you down and tore your clothes to shreds with the sharpness of her knife, if she ran the cool metal across your skin. Even if she treated you to the sweet, stinging pinch of that knife’s tip in your flesh - just a bit. Just a little kiss of pain to make the pleasure sweeter. 

(It was a thought that had you squeezing your thighs together, hoping that your underwear wasn’t utterly ruined.) 

Rosita would be the only person you would trust to do it. Someone who had saved you from danger so many times, who had threatened men for even looking at you in a way she didn’t like. She would worship your body with the smallest touch of pain that you needed rather than punishing you cruelly with it. And again, this was a thought that had your pussy throbbing between your thighs as you mocked yourself with something that was probably never going to happen.

(She did like rough sex, but she valued you too much to even consider hurting you.)  

You were genuinely surprised when the group she was teaching began to disperse - you hadn’t realized how long you had been standing there, fantasizing about her. You knew that you were lovesick for her - but fuck, you didn’t realize that it was this bad.

Rosita waltzed across the field toward you, and you suddenly felt frozen under her gaze. You knew that it wasn’t anywhere near a crime to come and visit her - in fact, it was probably welcomed. But you were surprised that she didn’t seem happy to see you. She gave you a stern, firm-lipped scowl with tight, stressed brows pressing down from her forehead rather than greeting you with a smile. 

Perhaps the class was stressing her out, but you had a feeling that it was something more than that. 

“Hey, Ro-” You greeted her with a kind smile and warmth in your voice, and she immediately cut you off, shaking her head as she lifted her leg and retracted the blade of her knife back into the handle with her boot before she tucked it back into the pocket of her pants. 

“No.” She said. “What are you doing here?” 

Your stomach curled with an odd kind of guilt as she stared you down with piercing eyes. Of course she had noticed that you had been dismissing your class early to come and visit her. 

But like you suspected, it was more than that, even if she would never admit it to you. She wasn’t upset about the class she had been teaching or the fact that you had ditched yours in order to come and see her. 

Something had happened a few nights ago. Or rather - very early in the morning a few days ago. 

When changing over the guard shift, when the sun had just barely been kissing the sky, as she had passed Abraham her sniper rifle at the base of the ladder before he climbed up to take her place, she had made a comment about how she was glad that he hadn’t been late. (Which he had been a few other times.) She was glad because it meant that she could rush home to make you breakfast before you woke up. Your favourite was instant oatmeal with cinnamon - something she liked to wake you up with. 

Abraham had chuckled deeply in that jolly way he usually did, and said that he was happy for Rosita, because she had finally found a lover that made her ‘sweet’ and ‘soft’. She had no clue why - but those words got to her. He got inside her head once again. And this time, not for the better. 

She hadn’t rushed home to make you breakfast after he relieved her of her duty. And instead, she sharpened her knife and took a walk out in the woods. She spent the next few hours playing target practice with a random tree - throwing her knife into it so hard, over and over again, that she nearly threw out her shoulder, furiously trying to prove to herself that she hadn’t gone soft. 

For the past few days, she had been avoiding you, even if you hadn’t realized it yet. She was picking up more guard shifts, teaching more classes, volunteering to do inventory at the armory and acting like she got roped into it whenever you asked to spend time with her. 

She simply couldn’t face the fact that after all the relationships she had in the past, relationships she had with men, this relationship was going to be the one to ruin her. In those relationships, she had been so level-headed and detached, she had been able to move on so easily after the break-ups - they had come in and out of her life taking nothing from her and leaving her with valuable life skills. 

With you, she was getting soft. She was getting sappy. She was getting attached, she was becoming vulnerable. She was setting herself up to become broken. 

With you, she had so much to lose. 

Rosita Espinosa - the powerful woman - was going to be broken by you. 

“I came to bring you these,” You said brightly, giving her a smile as you extended your hands out, suddenly remembering that you had baked in another excuse to come and see her. You had brought along a bottle of water and a brown paper bag with the other half of a very large sandwich that you had saved from lunch specifically to share with her. 

“It’s pink,” She noted with slight suspicion as she took the bottle from you, eyeing it hesitantly. 

“It’s an electrolyte drink mix,” You explained. “It’s supposed to be good for you. You’ve been out here in the hot sun sweating all day. You probably need it,” 

You resisted the urge to mention how you loved the look of the sweat on her skin - how you would have given her a tongue-bath if she had asked you to. You had a feeling that she wasn’t quite in the mood to hear those remarks from you right now. 

She unscrewed the lid and took a few healthy gulps, and found herself thirstier than she was willing to admit, especially when she found that the drink tasted quite good - you were probably right. You were always good at taking care of her in ways that she forgot to take care of herself. 

“This is lunch,” You said, shoving the paper bag further into her personal space. “Mrs. Gordon made sandwiches for class today - she wouldn’t stop talking about how she made the bread from scratch. And I would be a lot more annoyed about that if it wasn’t really fucking good,” 

After she screwed the cap back on the bottle, she took the bag from you and peeked inside, and her stomach did growl quietly at the sight of the very fat sandwich wrapped in plastic. She had been so busy trying to avoid you that she hadn’t even realized she had skipped breakfast that morning in her rush to get out of bed before you woke up. 

“Thanks.” She said, her tone still sour and curt as she closed the bag again, vowing to take a break to eat later. 

“Is something wrong?” You felt the need to ask, wondering why she was being uncharacteristically cross with you. Perhaps she was just having a bad day, but it felt like she was angry with you - like you had done something. 

She shrugged, shifting her gaze toward the ground. 

She hated that she felt the need to avoid you. Especially when she missed you. She hated that something inside of her ached, that she yearned to taste your sweet lips and hear you whimper as she pressed herself between your thighs. But she had to remind herself that the thing inside of her that was yearning was something soft. Something she could afford to have. 

“I should probably go.” She said, trying her best to shrug you off. “I have to go relieve Sasha at the guard tower - and I’m pulling double duty tonight, so I probably won’t see you before you go to bed,” 

She began to walk away, but your words cut her off. 

“So we won’t get to hang out tonight?” You posed, the disappointment dipping through your words almost causing her to waver in her conviction. 

She could get someone to cover her shift if she truly wanted to flake off and hang out with you. It’s not like there was some big threat approaching town - guard duty was a precautionary thing, and a lot of people did it because they saw it as an easy job. 

Rosita did it to keep herself sharp. 

But then another wave of spite crept up inside of her as she remembered that. She needed to stay sharp. 

“No, I can’t just ‘hang out’ -” 

She swore sharply under her breath in Spanish, and for once it was in a situation that didn’t involve you naked and shoved between her body and some hard surface. You felt oddly scolded by her, as though she knew something that you didn’t. 

“I can’t just sit around doing nothing all the fucking time, okay? Not all of us are princesses - some of us have jobs, remember?” 

This was the first time she had ever called you ‘princess’ with a tone of an insult to it. This was the first time that she had ever insinuated that you didn’t pull your weight or didn’t do an equal amount of work. 

It felt strange - and it definitely felt like it was coming out of nowhere. 

“I have a job-” You shot back weakly, shocked. 

“Yeah, which you keep blowing off to come visit me like some wide-eyed little housewife.” 

She slurred the last word like it was the greatest insult she could muster, causing you even greater shock. Especially considering the last time she had called you that had been with her knee rocking between your thighs from behind, pressing precisely into your cunt while you made dinner for her and she purred into your ear about how pretty you looked in the dumb ruffled apron that Carol had given to you. 

You couldn’t pinpoint why she was so angry, and before you could formulate a reply to her dumbfounding words, someone else disrupted the conversation between the two of you. 

“Y/N?” Carl was walking up to you, holding the novel you had assigned to him in class. “I have some questions about the book - can we talk?” 

“Go do your job,” Rosita snarled at you. “I have to go do mine.” 

You tried to brush off the bizarre conversation as you turned to Carl to discuss the book, but you definitely weren’t going to let it go. 

… 

Later than night, after you had gotten off working a volunteer shift helping out at the pantry with Olivia, you were walking home by yourself, wondering how you were going to approach the problem with Rosita when the solution practically fell into your lap. 

You were carrying a white plastic laundry basket with some things in it - a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic given to you by Carol (delivered with that sickly sweet fake smile that always freaked you out a bit, especially because she only did it in front of other people); a jacket that Rosita had needed mended, now freshly sewn up by Olivia; a couple of pairs of jeans that you liked swiped from the community clothing bin; and a ‘new’ pair of boots that you thought Rosita would like, hoping that the gift would put her in a better mood. All that, and some rationed food supplies for the week for your household. 

With the canned goods and the boots in the basket, it was slightly heavy, but you were balancing it on your hip and the way home wasn’t that far. It wasn’t like Alexandria was some large, sprawling metropolis - walking from one end of town to the other took less than five minutes, even when you walked at a leisurely stroll. 

You thought you had it handled, but it seemed that your arms were pretty exhausted from the day. You had helped to unload a large haul that Glenn’s scavenging group brought back, so your back and your arms were aching from lifting all the boxes - many of them containing heavy books and paper supplies for your future classes, which you were incredibly thankful for, even if they were a pain in the ass to carry all the way down to the house that you used as a makeshift school. 

Between that and your mental distraction, thinking about Rosita, you weren’t entirely surprised when your grip wavered and the basket slipped out of your hand, accidentally spilling your goods out across the vacant street. 

At least - a street you thought was entirely vacant for the night. 

You let out a defeated sigh and dropped to your knees, beginning to gather up everything, just feeling glad that the plastic wrap was on tight enough that it had secured the cookies to the plate and you hadn’t lost your treat. You watched with intense fatigue as a can of your spaghetti rings rolled away - especially knowing that it was one of Rosita’s favourites, and again, you wanted to cheer her up with it, but you were almost too tired to chase the damn thing down the pavement. 

But you were surprised when someone appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stopped it with their foot. 

Your brief moment of relief was entirely ruined when their voice broke through the air. 

“Need a hand?” 

Spencer. 

Your gut twisted with disappointment and dread as you looked up the length of his body and saw him grinning down at you. You just hoped that those emotions weren’t too visible, not entirely written across your face as you forced a smile back. 

One awful thing about living in such a small town - you had to be polite to all of the people living there. You had to make nice with the residents to avoid being stuck behind the walls with endless petty drama. As much as you hated Spencer, you had to put up a front of likeability around him. Especially because he was Deana’s son. 

“Uh - yeah. Thanks.” You replied, shoving a few more things into your basket and rushing to get off the ground, hoping that you could make up some excuse that would get you home as quickly as possible. 

Spencer was - he was a piece of work. 

He was one of the only people in town who outright refused to acknowledge your relationship with Rosita. As much as the two of you engaged in PDA or as many times as your friends made jokes about the two of you being like ‘an old married couple’ - he never seemed to acknowledge it. Not once. 

And strangely enough, it didn’t seem to be out of homophobia. But instead, it seemed to be for the fact that he had some kind of one-sided obsession with Rosita. And since Abraham had broken up with her, he thought that he deserved an ‘opportunity’ to date her instead of you. You honestly couldn’t figure out which was worse - if he was actually a homophobe and he was just pretending to be okay with Aaron and Eric’s relationship and Tara and Denise’s, or the latter, which seemed a lot more likely to be true. 

Whenever Spencer interacted with Rosita, he complimented her in some skeezy way - he commented on her looks, he called her nicknames that she hated (like ‘babe’, or ‘sweetheart’). He kept trying to ask her over for dinner, kept trying to invite himself into your home to fix things that weren’t even broken (the ‘leaky’ faucet, the hot water heater, the ‘creaky’ floorboards). 

He had blatantly said in conversation multiple times that your home would function better with ‘a real man in it’. It had been the one time you had been thankful for Eugene and his big mouth - because he always reminded Spencer that he was the man of the house. Even though, compared to Eugene, with his Star Trek sheets and his sock monkey, Rosita most definitely was the man of the house. She was the one who knew how to fix up things and killed the spiders that Eugene screamed like a girl about.

The last time you had needed a light bulb changed but Rosita had been off on a run, you had made a point of inviting Abraham over to do it, and having beers with him on the porch after he had finished. When Spencer walked by, looking for Rosita, Abraham told him very blatantly to ‘get the fuck off my porch’ - even though it was no longer his house, and Spencer hadn’t stuck around after that. 

Spencer picked up the few cans that had rolled away on you and put them in the basket, and before you could beat him to it, he picked up the basket and gave you another unsettling smile. 

“Is this going to your place?” He asked, looking over the items and knowing that was the only obvious answer. 

“Uh - yeah.” You replied. “I - I can take it from here.” You said, holding out your hands, patiently waiting for him to hand you back the basket, but sadly - knowing that it likely wasn’t going to go over that easily with him. 

He was stubborn. And because you were known around Alexandria as ‘the school teacher’ - he wasn’t intimidated by you. He had never seen you bashing Walkers skulls or gutting unkind men when you had been forced to. 

“Oh come on, I can walk you home.” He said, a breathy chuckle in his voice. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be lugging around all this stuff anyway. What do you even have in here - some snacks, ooh - are these boots for Ro?” 

He gave another glance at the basket and then put it off to the side, back on the ground - dismissing it for now. You knew that you could have just picked it up and walked away, but you feared that he would have followed you home. Eugene had mentioned playing some card game with Tara and Noah, so you weren’t sure if he was there. Even if he wouldn’t be of any use in protecting you, you knew that Spencer wouldn’t try anything if another man was watching over you. He was a bastard like that. 

“Rosita.” You easily corrected him, annoyance angling on your breath. 

“What?” He replied, confused. 

“Rosita.” You repeated, firmer. “She only goes by Rosita. That’s her name.” 

You didn’t bother making the distinction that she only let you call her Ro, or Ro-Ro - that you got special privileges because you were her girlfriend. Any time you brought up things like that, Spencer usually breezed right past it in conversation. He wasn’t someone who usually cared about facts. 

You felt a pair of eyes on you, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the glint of something dancing in the moonlight. You didn’t know that it was Rosita’s sniper rifle, perfectly pointed at Spencer’s head while he continued to smile at you in that utterly creepy way. 

It had not been your intention to wander past her lookout perch on your way home - it just worked out that way. For a lingering moment, her finger sat comfortably on the trigger, heavily considering putting a bullet through his brain for talking to her girl like that - for even daring to look at you like that. She wanted to prove to him and everyone else in this fucking town that her love for you did not make her soft. If anything, it made her more powerful and ruthless than ever, she realized. 

But then she considered that if she shot him so suddenly, it might scare you. You didn’t deserve to be dirtied with his blood. And if she killed him, if she killed Deanna’s son, she might risk getting kicked out. She couldn’t risk losing the home she had always wanted for you. 

There was another way to get this done. 

“Whatever,” Spencer chuckled lightly. 

He shrugged off what you had said, and when you moved to pick up the basket off the ground, he very pointedly stepped in your way, causing a harsh knot to twist in your gut as he crowded into your personal space. He continued to hold your basket hostage while he looked you up and down with an odd kind of… lust lingering in his gaze. You always knew that he had a thing for Rosita, but you had never considered what might happen if he turned that disgusting attention toward you. 

Even though it had only been a few moments, you quickly learned to hate it. 

“Come on, sweetheart, let me walk you home,” 

You choked on your breath, strangely enough, you did not feel brave enough to call him out on the nickname and tell him how much you hated it. Maybe it was because you eyed the gun on his belt, one he technically wasn’t supposed to have according to his mother’s rules - or because he was much taller than you, towered over you. 

As you took another glance down the street and realized how truly vacant it was - your hand drifted to your belt and you realized that the leather holster that usually kept your knife was empty. Something Rosita would have scolded you for endlessly - but you had been using it to open some of the (miraculously) untouched boxes that Glenn had brought back in order to unpack them, and in your tired state, you had forgotten it - left it behind. The rigid, important rules that Rosita had been teaching in her class earlier that day had already been broken by you. 

So now you were stranded on an empty street with Spencer staring you down in an uncomfortable, piercing way, insisting that he walk home with you. He had a gun and he was trying to get you alone in an enclosed space. All of your danger alarms were screaming and you had no clue what to do. 

“What time does Ro get off?” 

He asked, further reminding you just how vulnerable you were. It was a question you didn’t want to answer because she had told you that she was working a double shift of guard duty and that meant she wouldn’t be back at the house until the early morning. When you were speechless at his question, he reached out, brushing fingers down your neck in a way that made you recoil slightly, tempted to simply run away until you made it to Glenn and Maggie’s. 

“I’m sure we could make the bed and nice and cozy before she gets back-” 

“No.” You said, finally finding your voice to reject him, utterly disgusted by the implications behind his words. 

When you tried to step away from him, moving to act on the idea to simply abandon your supplies in favour of running away (hoping to find Abraham or Rick or Michonne or Daryl or someone) - he reached out and snatched your arm, gripping your wrist so tightly that it startled you, and caused you to freeze as an uncomfortable pain bloomed from the spot where he dug his grip into your flesh. 

Panic spread through you, and your breath stilled in your chest. You wanted to scream, but nothing came out. 

“No?” He repeated back, clearly aghast that you would dare to speak the word to him. In a moment, he shifted from playing at kindness to something a lot darker - rage painted across his features in a way that utterly terrified you. “Come on, I’ve seen the way you look at me. You can’t tell me that you waltz around here in those tight pants and those low cut little shirts because you don’t want a man’s attention,” 

The only person’s attention you ever wanted was Rosita’s. 

You tried pulling away from him, but he dug his hand into your wrist harder, making you wince. Your heart thumped inside your chest, and you wondered for a terrified moment if he would be the type of person to stab you or shoot you in the head and then spin some story about how a Walker got you. 

“No, I-” 

“Y/N.” 

You let out a breath of relief when Rosita’s voice came from behind you, and Spencer’s touch quickly retracted from you - like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, quick to rip his hand back from something he knew he wasn’t supposed to be touching. Though she had been angry the last time you had seen her, you found an intense comfort in watching her approach - you knew that an angry Rosita would always be kinder and safer than a Spencer who pretended to be kind. 

You melted into her touch as she wrapped a firm arm around your shoulders from behind, pulling you into her and very pointedly away from Spencer, making a gap between you and him as she glared at the man over your shoulder. 

“Everything good here, babe?” She said, her voice low, her breath puffing against your cheek, the words very clearly directed at you, but still loud enough for him to hear them. 

“Better now.” You sighed, leaning into her body, feeling protected by the arm around you - by the warmth of her presence against your back, and the hard prodding against your lower back that you knew had to be a knife on her belt. (One she would never carelessly forget somewhere.) 

Spencer, clearly anxious under Rosita’s gaze, scrambled to explain himself. 

“I was just-” 

“You were just backing the fuck away from my girl.” Rosita barked out sharply, cutting off whatever bullshit he would attempt to spew. 

You would be lying if you said that the power and dominant possessiveness in her words didn’t turn you on. It was something that had been latent in you for hours - since you had become obsessed, watching her handle her knife with so much skill while she taught her class. And now it was back again with a vengeance as she woefully let you go and stepped around your body to face Spencer, rearing up against him as though she were ten feet tall, even though she had to crane her neck to make eye contact with him. 

“Come on-” 

“No.” She growled. “Whatever you were gonna say - no. Whatever you’re thinking - no. Whatever you think you can do - fuck no.” 

She then pointed to the basket on the ground, and with power so intense that it nearly crackled in the air, she ordered out: 

“Pick it up.” 

“W-what?” He stuttered out, clearly intimidated by her but making some feeble attempt to stand his ground. 

“You heard me, bendejo. Pick. It. Up.” 

Spencer then moved toward it in jolting motions just as stuttery as his words, and you watched with intense magnetism, in utter awe of Rosita’s power as he bent below her and picked up the basket, and then she snatched it from his limp arms and in turn, shoved the rifle from her watch duty into his arms, which he clumsily took. 

If he had anything more to say, he didn’t dare attempt to get the words out. Not while she was looking at him with a tight jaw and fire in her eyes. 

“I’m gonna take this, and you’re gonna take my watch, and you’re gonna feel lucky that you get to walk away from this with all your limbs intact, comprende?” She spat out harshly, putting a thick accent on the last word, showing just how angry she was with him. 

“Ro, I was just joking around-” He made one last attempt to make amends, and one final, fatal mistake along with it. 

“It’s Rosita.” She corrected him sharply. “And you can go ‘joke around’ - by yourself, at the top of that fucking watch tower.” 

She said, clearly injecting a double meaning to her words as she propped the basket on one hip and pointed to the tower she had just come from. 

“I’m gonna take my stuff back to my home and fuck my wife in my bed - because that’s my goddamn job, not yours.” 

Rosita put an intense amount of fire on the possessive words, causing goosebumps to spring up across your skin within seconds. 

Before Spencer could speak another word, Rosita put that free hand on your lower back and ushered you away, leaving Spencer gape-mouthed in the middle of the street and shocked at the pure vulgarity of her words. 

Which was something that had your pussy throbbing between your thighs as you took a sideways glance at her still very mean, rage fueled expression. It was the most vulgar way she had ever claimed you in front of someone else - and especially after the conversation the two of you had that afternoon, you had a feeling that whatever crisis she was having was most definitely over. 

She had a new mission in mind now - a new divine purpose. 

… 

And that divine purpose started with shoving you down onto the bed so roughly that the springs screamed in protest. But neither of you could come close to caring as she kicked the bedroom door closed with her foot and shed her jacket - you stared at her with lustful eyes as she flipped off her hat as well, causing a few stray hairs to escape from her neat ponytail. She was a vision in a tight tank top, the round neckline dipping to reveal just the right amount of cleavage, her jeans tight as usual with her knife holster clipped to the hip, making her look all the more powerful. 

You were settled in the middle of the smooth comforter (you always made it a habit to make the bed - you liked to keep a neat and tidy home, even though it didn’t matter much these days) on your elbows as you watched her, trembling with anticipation as to what would come next. You wondered what was in store for you with such a powerful woman - if she would treat you like a precious angel as she normally did, or if you were finally in for the punishment that you had always craved at her hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She huffed out, her power and intensity filling the room to capacity, making it near impossible for you to breathe as you continued to stare up at her, mesmerized. 

It left you speechless - unable to answer the question, your brain numb to the fact that she had even asked you something as you squirmed aimlessly, unconsciously seeking friction between your thighs. 

“Hey!” 

She shouted, crowding into your personal space, planting a firm knee on the bed between your thighs and grabbing your face with a fierce, tight grip - her thumb digging into your cheek on one side and her two fingers disturbing soft skin almost down into your teeth on the other. 

“I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” She snarled, her quiet voice much more intimidating than a full on scream. “What’s wrong with you, are you stupid? Why the fuck were you talking to him?” 

The feeling of being underneath her, being trapped there - it made your heart thump and made your pussy ache, but strangely, something inside of you flared with defiance. Something in you screamed to see just how far this would go. 

“Me?” You snapped back in reply. “He approached me! He-”

Rosita didn’t care to listen to the rest of your excuses - her anger at Spencer was still boiling inside of her, and she was too tense and fed up from all the emotions that had been running high inside of her for the past few days. She had been trying to avoid you, trying to deny everything she felt for you. She needed to protect you, to keep you away from scum like him - but you were too damn stubborn. You couldn’t just shut up and see how special you were - how perfect you were. 

She pulled her grip away from your face, hauling her hand back and swinging her arm to collide the back of her hand sharply with your face. At the same time, she shoved her knee right up against your cunt, making for a dizzying combination when pain bloomed across your cheek and the first bit of contact caused between your thighs tingles to spread through your swollen, aching pussy - trapped inside of your jeans. The combination of sensations made you moan weekly and arch into her touch, only proving how much you needed her. 

“Puta!” 

She spat out harshly, the filthy word bouncing off your skull in the most delightful way. She could call you anything in her velvet voice and your pussy would leak because of it. 

She then reached down to take a hold of your throat, tentatively gripping, not nearly enough to make you dizzy - just enough to truly possess you, to show you that she was in charge. It was something that had you gasping and leaning into the touch, aching for more. And she shoved her knee tighter against your clothed cunt while she gave you another sharp glare. 

“You should have been at home! You stupid slut! What the fuck do you expect when you’re running around out there at night, huh? You think the world is gonna treat pretty little whores like you nicely?” 

It was her very guarded way of telling you that she cared. Her way of telling you that she had moved you into her home so quickly after the relationship started because she wanted you to be protected. She preferred that you took a calm day job as a school teacher while she was the one on guard duty, the one out beyond the walls doing runs so that you wouldn’t have to worry about facing the harsh reality of the world. She would have killed a thousand men for you if it kept your hands clean and your mind unburdened.  

She probably would have killed Spencer to protect you if she hadn’t been more worried about the consequences from Deana. 

But still - instead of telling her that you had been working at the pantry, filling your basket with things to bribe her into a better mood with, that defiant thing rose up inside of you again. That thing that begged for her to squeeze harder around your neck - for her to strip off your clothes and fuck you senseless. That part of you that was angry that she had been so harsh with you earlier that afternoon. 

“Maybe I liked it,” You choked out, rubbing yourself down against her knee, unable to resist playing the whore that she accused you of being. “Maybe I was happy to finally get some attention from someone,” 

Unknown to you, this was just the right button to push. Rosita’s possessive instincts flared up again, and she ticked with rage as she became fueled by the goal to have you thinking of nobody but her. 

“Oh, attention?” 

She mocked you, the faux-sweet tone already making you dizzy. Your stomach flipped when she reached into her back pocket and pulled out the switchblade from earlier that day - your breath hitched as she pushed the button, flipping out the blade and causing it to glint in the light. She had seen the way you had been staring at her during the class - the lustful look on your face so damn readable. Of course she was going to use that to her advantage. 

She leaned down, putting more pressure on the hand holding your throat as she brought the blade close to your cheek, causing you to let out a harsh whimper. 

“Seemed like you only wanted my attention when I had this in my hand.” 

“Ro-” You whined, arching up, unintentionally making yourself breathless as you leaned into her tense palm stuck to your throat, pressing the seam of your jeans tightly to your clit where her knee was still so firm between your legs. 

It was a combination of sensations that made your brain melt between your ears in the most perfect way. All too quickly, your bratty act melted away, and now, you were incredibly pliant under her touch and all too desperate to see what she would do next. 

She let out a mocking laugh, giving you a grin that could have cut down a field of Walkers with its sharpness, and your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her next move. 

“What, babydoll? Are you so damn eager for the slightest lick of attention that you don’t care if it’s my fingers or my knife? You want me to slice you up?” 

You knew it was insane, but you couldn’t deny how fucking soaked you were - and you knew she felt the heat coming off your cunt, that she saw the lust absolutely glossing over your eyes. 

A look of dawning came across Rosita’s face - shock flickered over her features for just a moment before it was restored to calm, intense control. She was hit with the realization that you truly wanted this - you truly wanted the pleasurable pain that her knife could bring you, especially when she was the one controlling it. She gave your throat a tiny squeeze, ensuring you that she could give you exactly what you needed before she continued. 

“Oh my god - you really do want this, huh? You crazy slut.” 

You gave a nod and let out a moan - a sound that only doubled in on itself when she placed the cool blade flat against your cheek, beginning to oh-so-slightly skim the sharp edge along your soft skin. 

“Hmm…” She said, as though truly contemplating. “No, I can’t mark up this pretty face.” 

Then she moved the knife downward, and you let out a sharp gasp when you felt it press under the thin strap of your tank top. You were wearing it under a loose flannel, which had mostly fallen off your shoulders in your haste to get to the bed and was now tangled around your elbows. You hadn’t put on a bra that morning, as the only good one you had needed a hole sewed up in it, and you knew that your lust-hardened nipples were more than visible through the thin fabric of your tank top. 

“Maybe… here?” She grinned at you, pretending to be indecisive when she was the most sure-minded person that you knew. 

You let out a loud, rattling moan when she yanked the knife upward, tugging it through the fabric of the strap, cutting it completely loose and free from your body. This left only your shoulder bare and didn’t even mark your skin, but the act of her cutting off your clothes felt so erotic to you that your blood was thumping even harder through your veins. You couldn’t hold yourself back from grinding even harder against her knee, humping her like a bitch in heat as you panted harshly into the air, gasping for breath and becoming utterly overwhelmed with lust. 

“I shouldn’t even let you have clothes,” 

She whispered furiously, skimming the tip of the knife along your cleavage, barely pressing it down, leaving behind just a tiny sting where the utmost point scraped across your skin - just enough to leave you buzzing and arching up into the touch. By the time she let go of your throat, passing off the knife into her other hand to place it under the other strap, you were panting earnestly, watching her with intense rapture. 

“I should just keep you here, in this room, naked. I should keep you in a fucking cage so that scum like Spencer can never even look at you,” 

Her words alone made your clit practically vibrate between your thighs, utterly entranced by the idea of being a caged whore for her. 

She punctuated this point by ruining the other strap, making quick work of it. So quick that the tip of the knife left the tiniest little indenture on your shoulder, one so small that it drew up the barest little droplet of blood. Of course, she was eager to lean down and tongue over it, moaning into your skin as she sucked this small trace of blood down, making you shove your fingers into her hair and moan loudly in return. 

“Rosita, please!” 

“Say that you’re mine.” She demanded, her breath becoming airy too, showing that you definitely weren’t the only one affected by this. 

“I’m yours,” 

You were her mindless puppet now, and you easily complied with the demand. You absolutely loved the feeling of the words on your tongue while you looked into her dark eyes, loving the honey sweet madness that danced there - something that was eventually going to drive you insane but made you feel perfectly at home for now. 

“Again!” She barked. 

The power was swallowing her whole, but she couldn’t help it. If she had you, she was capable of anything. 

“I’m yours!” You replied, louder this time, more desperate. 

“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?” 

She posed, moving to straddle you across your thighs, sadly removing her knee from between your legs and taking away the thing you had to hump against. She pinned you to the bed with her body weight while she brought the knife to the top of your shirt, slicing into the fabric and quickly tearing it apart, revealing your heaving breasts - your nipples pebbled tight with lust. 

“Going out after dark, going out alone - are you fucking stupid?” 

Stupidly, as she accused you of being, you thought this was actually a question that required you to answer. 

“I thought-” You began, but she sharply cut you off, pressing the blade to your lips in a way that made you immediately freeze up, letting out a whimper. 

“That’s it! That’s the whole fucking problem!” She hissed in return. “A dumb slut like you shouldn’t be allowed to think. You’re just a stupid little fuckhole. You should know your place.” 

You began panting harshly again as she ran the knife down across your neck - just barely skimming the blade across your skin as she ran it down your chest and over the mounds of your breasts, teasing you as your panting became more intense with anticipation. The whole time, she stared you down with a very certain, serious gaze. You felt so delightfully trapped underneath her - there’s no other place in the world you would have rather been. 

“Do you know your place?” Rosita asked, utterly serious. 

You nodded in quick jolts, believing that she didn’t want you to speak again. 

“Then tell me.” 

“I’m yours.” You babbled out again, loving to say it, knowing it was an answer she liked to hear. 

“And?” She prompted. 

With your brain so focused on the sharp edge running across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and your cunt throbbing between your thighs, you had to rack your brain for what felt like a moment too long, desperately looking for the answer. 

“I’m - I’m a stupid fuckhole,” You stuttered out. 

This revelation earned you the end of your teasing - Rosita finally, precisely, dipped the end of the knife against your breast, making a small, sharp cut right above your nipple. Something no bigger than a paper cut that leaked the smallest amount of blood - a cut that likely wouldn’t even leave a scar. 

Still, the feeling made you moan like a whore as you arched up wildly, the endorphins driving your body wild. She didn’t leave you hanging for long, immediately dipping her head down to tongue along the cut, not letting the blood escape her as she laved over the small cut before she engulfed your tit completely into her mouth. She sucked so harshly on the flesh, devouring you in a way that made you moan even louder and thrash underneath her. 

You didn’t have room to be upset at the fact that she didn’t linger there for long, because she began to descend down your body with more wet, open-mouthed kisses. She even threw in a few harsh, sucking bites - clearly determined to mark you, even if it was in places that nobody would see. Your thighs shook with anticipation and your throat became choked off in your own spit. Especially when she reached for your jeans and was absolutely merciless in ridding them from your body, using her knife to desomate the button in such a harsh way that it clinked on the floor somewhere. 

In the back of your mind, you were thankful that you had picked up those new pairs of jeans. But that ghost of a thought completely dissolved off as she ripped the denim off you, her patience clearly thin and growing thinner by the second. She then took her knife to the leg hole of your underwear at your hip - proceeding to completely cut them off your body. She was forced to peel the scraps off you with how wetly it was stuck to your pathetically hot, overwhelmed cunt. Something that both turned you on a little bit more. 

She swore under her breath as she was faced with the sight - your pussy now freely leaking onto the bed, absolutely throbbing, clearly so utterly needy for her. 

Eye level with your weeping gash, you thought for certain that she wouldn’t hesitate to dive in. You thought that she would want to make an example out of forcing orgasms out of you until you cried just to prove how much you needed her. And you were surprised when she rose up on her knees, locking eyes with you once again. 

“You really wanna be mine?” She asked, a surprising timidness creeping into her voice. 

“Of course,” You replied, a sex-addled warbling in your tone that made it sound like you had been thoroughly fucked even though she hadn’t touched you yet. 

“You trust me?” She wondered quietly. 

You had to wonder why she even asked the question, but you gave your most honest answer. 

“More than anything in the world, Ro.” 

It was a passionate declaration on your part - one that made her entirely certain about her next move. 

She grabbed the meat of your inner thigh with her left hand, pinning your leg down to the bed and forcing you open in a way that made you think her fingers or her tongue were coming next. You received a delightful shock when she took the knife in her right hand and brought the tip of it to the soft, delicate flesh of your inner thigh with intense precision and certainty. 

Sharp stings of pain ran up your body from the place where she dug the knife into your skin, and you began to moan. 

It wasn’t even close to the worst pain you had ever felt, and with the lustful heat already so intense inside of you, your body couldn’t help but to interpret this as the most glorious kind of pain. Especially with the feeling of her hand on your thigh, the knowledge that she was the one doing this to you - it certainly didn’t feel wrong. In fact - it felt so damn right. 

If she hadn’t been holding you down so firmly, you certainly would have been writhing under her. You knew that your pussy was leaking even more, and the sight of your hole pulsing and clenching around nothing with utter need was the only thing that broke her concentration even slightly. It was lucky that she finished up quickly, and didn’t take intense genius to partake in what she needed to do. 

All too soon, she removed the knife from your skin, leaving you aching with the dull aftershocks of the sweet pain. You choked out another moan when she lifted the now red-soaked tip to her mouth and licked your blood off it. She hummed with pride at the taste, feeling utterly content as she looked down at the modestly sized but very clear sight of her initials now carved into your thigh. 

You were marked as hers forever now. 

“Ro, Ro, please-” 

You moaned out, now somehow more desperate than ever, shaking with need, absolutely desperate for her to touch you. She placed the knife on an empty spot beside you, abandoning it for now, very tempted to never wash it again now that it was blessed with your blood. 

“Hey, shh. I’ve got you,” She said, her voice dropping low in a perfectly delicious way. “You’re all mine now.” 

She got low on her stomach once again, propping herself between your legs to collect her prize. She opened her mouth and swiped her tongue across your inner thigh, making the wounds sting even fiercer as she licked up the blood that was freely leaking down onto the bed (mentally vowing that she would bandage you up properly later). And then, she finally turned her head and used that copper tinted tongue to make a greedy swipe along your swollen, untouched cunt - a move that made you moan and arch into her as a lust that had been festering in you all day was finally working to be released. 

She didn’t hesitate from there - you were hers now. Utterly, undeniably hers, and no girl of hers was going to leave her bed unsatisfied. 

She pinned your knees to the bed wide open, careful not to dig her fingers into the freshly cut skin, still admiring her work out of the corner of her eye and absolutely loving it. She latched her lips into your mound and began jabbing her tongue against your swollen clit - sucking the swollen bead intensely and loving every wrecked noise you let out. Loving the feeling of your heartbeat throbbing under her lips, loving the way you kept desperately trying to buck up into her touch even though your body was already too worn out to do so. 

You could do little more than lay there and take it as she opened her jaw wide and laved her tongue over you, drinking up as much of your wetness as possible, intent to truly devour you. She loved how your sweetness mixed with your tinny blood on her tongue - both so sharp and bitter and so utterly you, your essence now absolutely entrenched in her veins, part of you inside of her that would never be able to be washed away. 

She was marked just as deeply as she had marked you. 

Truthfully - Rosita knew she had been marked by you since the day she had first laid eyes on you. 

It was likely why she was so determined to leave a lasting scar on you - so determined to have proof that you were hers. It was why she was driven so mad by the idea of another man even looking at you when she had barely been bothered by him flirting with her for weeks before that. She wanted to protect you from the horrors of the world, she wanted to keep you high on a pedestal where nothing could ever reach you. 

She wanted to crawl inside of you to have your warmth constantly surrounding her because the touch of a man had never compared for her. It had never even come close to this. 

She wanted to bathe in your cunt and the pretty sounds you made whenever she fucked you like this. She wanted to own you the same way that the earth owns the sun - not in truth, but in the belief that it could be possible while bathing in that perfect warmth without completely burning up. 

“Please, please, please-” 

You chanted, humping yourself mindlessly against her face while she selfishly sucked on your clit, not yet with true intent to make you cum, but simply enjoying your taste - simply bathing in that warmth. 

But then she was reminded of her job, reminded of her sacred duty to you. So she took one of her hands off your knee, bringing her fingers - slightly calloused, strong from all the hard work she did to protect the community, to protect you, firm from all the time she spent wielding knives and working the trigger of a gun. And she didn’t hesitate to slide those fingers inside of you while she tongued furiously over your clit. She finger-fucked you wetly, causing intense, filthy sounds to resonate through the room while you gasped for air. 

“Rosita!” 

She hummed against your clit at the pure enjoyment of her name on your lips, and it was those small vibrations that sent you hurdling over the edge, bringing your orgasm crashing down over you. 

You arched up off the bed and flooded around her fingers as you went near-silent, absolutely breathless while your body was rocked by the impossible sensation - your cunt now smeared with blood as your wounds continued to leak freely. Rosita leaned in and tongued over the wound again, enjoying another coppery mouthful with a heady moan of her own as she continued to finger you through your orgasm. 

When she finally pulled away, your heart throbbed at the sight of her - her chin covered in your wetness, her dark hair wild and falling from its once neat ponytail, her lips covered in a trace of red that was more perfect than any lipstick you could have ever imagined. You couldn’t help but to smile at her as you pulled her in for a kiss, savouring the taste of yourself on her tongue. 

… 

She took the time to bandage your leg nicely before the two of you went to sleep. The simple kiss that she laid on top of the bandage meant more to you than any complex words she could have spun. 

You were truly hers now. And there was no running from that. 

… 

The next day when you went to visit her as she prepared for a run - oddly enough, one that would have Spencer on the crew - there was a distinct soreness to your gait. One that made it look like you had just gotten off a very long horse ride as you tried not to rub your sore inner thigh up against your other leg while you walked. Spencer gave you a strange look as you bid Rosita good luck on the run and gave her a long, heated kiss on the mouth - but both of you ignored him.

...

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[makur0]

hello can i request a scenario where kaoru's s/o (afab reader) ex keep bothering her and trying to get back to her? at first kaoru just let it slide since he thinks she can handle it well, until he can't take it no more cause her ex keep on bothering her even go far as trying to steal or touch her when he is away? one night when they were cuddling, suddenly she got a message from her ex, saying such things as kaoru is bad at pleasing his partner, and how they should get back together cause he can do more than kaoru. kaoru, extremely pissed by that, suddenly came up with a mischievous idea. he records the two of them doing sex, and taking a selfie of them naked together and showing off the hickeys he made on his partner. sending the send button of the video and pictures, he smiles victoriously. knowing that he is the winner.

I HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO LONG SKSKSK im trying to make it as specific as possible in order to not make you confused 👉🏻👈🏻

“Me, not you.”

synopsis — he’s getting increasingly irritated by your ex… so surely you wouldn’t mind if he sent something to shut him up, right? [kaoru hakaze x AFAB! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! kaoru, recorded sex, pornography, penetration, jealous sex?, rough sex, creampie, breeding, squirting, overstimulation

author’s note — MMMMM RECORDED SEX- im also trying to finish all the nsfw requests before november and it seems to be going well, which is good !!

word count — 1093

KAORU WAS WELL AWARE OF YOUR EX.

But he already decided to not do anything about it. You were perfectly capable of helping yourself out, so why should he intervene? It wasn’t like he was constantly nagging at you, trying to touch you, get you to sleep with him.

Right?

Especially that one time you had to call him from work because your ex was bothering you. He came right away, sweeping you away, but he couldn’t help but want to murder that guy there and then. He’s had enough of his bullshit, to be honest.

Currently the two of you were enjoying each other’s warmth, you scrolling through your phone as Kaoru read a book that Nagisa had suggested. It was enjoyable, but all he could focus on was your furious tapping on your phone screen.

“[name]-?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You suddenly yelled, throwing your phone on the mattress as you fumed. “Suck on a small dick, holy shit...”

The male pulled away from you, alarmed, but you shook your head. “No, not you.” You sighed. “It’s my ex, again.”

You reached over to grab your phone again but Kaoru beat you to it, eyes flitting over the screen as he read the message.

...can do so much better, yk?

...probably has a limp dick anyways, lol

...don’t have to lie to me, i already know he’s terrible at making you feel good unlike me...

“What the fuck,” He muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on your phone. Peeping over his shoulder, you swallowed at his deadly gaze.

He was beyond pissed. What kind of a guy comes after their ex saying this shit? 

And he dissed him.

Nobody does that.

You sighed, plucking your phone out of his frozen hands. “I’ll block him now- he’s gone too far. Let me just-”

“Don’t block him.”

You blinked. What?

“At least, not yet,” He said, turning to you and slowly pushing your chest down so that you were laying on the bed. “I... have an idea.”

His grey eyes glanced at your phone before back at you, and you got the message. Oh.

“I mean,” You spluttered, your face turning a bright shade of red. “If- if it means that he’ll stop bothering me then...”

“Great.” Wasting no time he slid your shirt and bra off, playing with your breast. “Terrible at making you feel good, my ass...”

He dipped his head down to your chest, biting at the flushed skin harshly as your mouth flew open. You watched him, lightheaded, as he marked almost every inch of your skin with blossoming pink, red, and purple hickies. There was no way you were able to hide these... not that you minded, of course.

You sighed, contented, as you started to rub your sex softly. He noticed your action but didn’t bother to move it, instead helping you out by pressing his knee against your pelvis.

“I make you feel good, right?” He hissed out softly, pinching at your perky nubs as he rubbed his knee against you. “Right?”

“Oh, Kaoru~” You moaned out, your head tossed back. “You do, you do...”

His hands pulled away from your body, taking his shirt off as you got off on his knee. You shuddered, your fingers fishing under your panties and rubbing against your clit as you came close to your high. Soon enough you came with a sigh, breathing heavily.

You were already growing tired, but you knew that this wasn’t just this. As you watched Kaoru pull off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardening cock, you wriggled out of your shorts and ruined-underwear, tossing them to the side of the bed. 

He flipped you over, delivering a harsh slap to your ass which you moaned delightfully at. Even though he wasn’t recording now, you wanted to at least give your boyfriend a lewd show for doing you a favor~

Chuckling, you wiggled your ass into his pelvis, brushing his leaking sex. By now the both of you were high on sex, rubbing against each other. This was all to get rid of your ex, but you couldn’t help but think that this may as well be the best session the two of you will have...

Kaoru stilled for a minute, taking your phone and opening the camera. He took a picture of your marked up chest, but to your confusion he then set it down next to you. “That’s it...?”

He snorted, caressing your ass. “Of course not. I’m gonna fuck you for a bit and then I’ll take the video. Would it be better if you were a blabbering mess with my cum decorating you?”

You shuddered at his words, biting back a moan. “Y-yeah...”

---

“Faster-r~!”

Wailing moans left you as you held onto your drool-soaked pillow, eyes rolling up to your head as your body moved in tune with Kaoru’s brutal thrusts. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other repeatedly was prominent, just like the stench of sex. In just mere minutes he had already come into you twice, his seed filling you and decorating your stretched hole. His large hands kept your ass propped up for him to fuck into more deeply, your thighs trembling greatly.

The male groaned, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he reached for the phone again. Perfect timing.

Swiftly opening the camera up again and putting it on video, he held the phone so that your entire lower body was in view along with his cock thrusting into you, the slick prominent.

He pressed record, and immediately he started ramming into you once again. Wanton moans left you, pawing at your pillow as he continued to rearrange your insides. 

“Yes, yes yes~!” You cried out, garbled. “M’gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-m-!”

With another shriek you hit your high once again, jerking viciously as the pleasure washed over you again. But you felt something else, something weird.

Kaoru cursed loudly, pulling out of you as you jetted out clear liquid. But not only you squirted all over him, but his seed burst out and leaked everywhere, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets.

Holy fuck that’s hot...

As soon as the liquid stopped coming out, he slid back in and made a few thrusts before coming into you again, fresh seed filling you up. You collapsed, exhausted, as he wrapped up the video and pulled up your ex’s number.

He couldn’t help but smirk victoriously as he sent the video and picture, knowing very well that he won.

Me, not you :)

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Striped Pajamas

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Bucky to come over for more than just cuddles.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Soft!College!Bucky is a warning okay, but there’s still dumbassery in this, thigh riding sksksks

A/N: OKAY LET’S DO THIS AGAIN, SHALL WE??? (I accidentally posted this while formatting it earlier ajncajcanjda) anyway this was based on my nsfw anon’s ask about a hot video and I can’t NOT write it okay. This isn’t the Project V piece I was supposed to work on tonight (I’m still at work now but when the inspo hits, gotta take advantage of that lmao) anyway yeah, whatever. Enjoy!!!

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

wanda's out. come over, dumbass

okay 🥰

Bucky wasn't a track and field runner, but he might as well be with how he jumped out of his bed and sprinted from his dorm to yours. The distance of your dorm was around fifteen minutes but Bucky made it there in more or less eight minutes.

You rarely asked him to come over and whenever you did, it was either you were needy or horny. Or both. The combination of those moods was Bucky's favorite because it's like a once in a blue moon event.

And he wouldn't miss it for the world.

Your all-female dorm was stricter, which was why you were almost always staying over at Bucky's. But your best friend was charming, despite being a fucking dumbass. He's become friends with the RAs of your dorm and managed to charm the dorm receptionist lady into letting him visit you event at night, saying that your mom trusted him to always check in on you.

When you opened the door, Bucky was surprised but delighted when you immediately latched onto him like a koala. He chuckled and held onto your ass as he carried you into the room, sitting down on your chair.

You were in your typical hoodie and cotton shorts combo while Bucky was in a white shirt and some striped pajamas. Bucky smiled widely when you pressed your nose into his neck, taking in his scent before letting out a relaxed sigh.

Oh, Bucky guessed you were just needy and wanted some cuddles.

But then you adjusted yourself onto Bucky's lap and straddled his thigh instead. Soft whines escaped your lips when you started grinding your hips down on Bucky's thigh, the friction of both the fabrics of your clothes preventing you from getting some sort of relief.

Oh. Ohhhh. You were horny too. Fuck yes, Bucky thought to himself as his hands slid down from your waist to your ass.

"This why you asked me to come over?" Bucky cooed, as he pressed his lips on the crown of your head.

You nodded in response as you further nuzzled your face into Bucky's neck before your pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his skin, making him hiss.

"Don't make fun of me." you warned, straightening up to look at Bucky while keeping your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Bucky scoffed, "I never made fun of you whenever you're in this particular mood." he defended before leaning forward to peck your lips.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" he asked softly before kissing your lips again, deeper and longer this time.

Instead of responding, you got up and shimmied out of your shorts and underwear before quickly returning to your position on Bucky's thigh. His moan from feeling the dampness of your pussy soak through his pajamas was immediately muffled when you kissed him again.

"You're so fucking wet, what got you so clingy and horny?" Bucky chuckled as he looked down to see the wet patch on his pajamas, making his cock grow harder.

When he looked back up at you, you were glaring at him from the embarrassment. You refused to admit that you had a soft side to you which was only reserved for Bucky. Not even Steve nor Sam knew that you were capable of being so needy. Not even Wanda was aware of this.

Bucky laughed and pinched your cheek before tugging you to his chest, "It's okay, I like it. Go on, rub yourself on me and make yourself cum." he even encouraged, tightening his hug around your waist.

"What about you?" you murmured into his shirt, moving your hips again.

You elicited a tiny whimper at the first drag of your bare cunt against Bucky's clothed thigh, your hands grabbing at his shirt as you sped up your pace.

Bucky exhaled heavily, a hand coming down to caress one of your butt cheeks. "That can wait, want you to cum first." he breathed out.

"Feels good, Bucky..." you whined again, speeding up the movement of your hips against his thigh as you sat up straight, pressing your forehead against Bucky's chin as you chased your high.

Bucky kissed your forehead and grunted when he felt his thigh get wetter and wetter. He slightly pushed you back so he could slip his hands inside your hoodie, letting out a satisfied moan when he realized that you had nothing on inside. His fingers were quick to tug at your pebbled nipples, making you squeak in pleasure especially that the pierced one was now extra sensitive.

"Shit, I love it when you're in this mood. Might be my favorite mood of yours." Bucky groaned as he continued to fondle with your tits.

You whined, stilling your hips for a short while to push back your orgasm. "I fucking hate this mood." you huffed out with a frown.

Bucky grinned at you, moving his hands to cup your ass, guiding you to continue grinding down on him.

"No, you don't." he teased and kissed you.

"Shut up." you said before riding his thigh again, this time harder and faster than before.

Your moans sounded so wanton— hight-pitched and just plain needy. Bucky loved it, you rarely moaned like this and if he could whip out his phone to record this, he would. Maybe he actually should? He'll bring it up next time, but for now, he wanted you to cum on his thigh even if that meant ruining his pajama pants.

"You gonna cum?" Bucky asked, pressing light kisses all over your face.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked down at Bucky with half-lidded eyes. Your brows furrowed against your forehead as you moved back and forth on Bucky's thigh, your wet cunt feeling the friction of the fabric with every movement. Bucky noticed how your breathing picked up, your grip on his shirt tightening as your moans continued to fly out of your mouth.

"'m close, Bucky. So close." you panted.

"I got you, gonna help you cum." Bucky murmured before placing his thumb against your clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it in hard circles.

You gasped at the additional sensation and let out a long, shaky moan when you finally came. Your entire body stilled, your toes curled and your eyes snapped shut as you reveled in the orgasm that washed over your entire body.

Bucky cursed when he felt a gush of wetness further soak his pajamas, your juices quickly spreading across the cloth. You let yourself fall against Bucky's chest as you caught your breath while his hand rubbed your back, soothing you and relaxing you.

"You good?" he asked.

You nodded, smiling against the fabric of his shirt. "Better now." you said before reaching down to palm his bulge.

Before you could slip your hand inside his pajamas, Bucky had taken your wrist and pressed a kiss against your palm.

"Nah, we can just stay like this for a while." he said.

The silence was comfortable and calming as you stayed on top of Bucky. And then you felt his entire body stiffen before he had to ruin the peaceful moment.

"Fuck, I forgot that these pajamas are Steve's."

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[drabbles-mc]

so glad that we are back in our johnny davis era together. a feast for us is a feast for all. 😌

You go to work and that’s alright, and you see your cousin every now and then, and that’s alright too, but Johnny, Johnny is more than just alright. Johnny’s really what you think you’ve been missing, y’know, to make this place feel like a place worth your while. A place worth sticking around in. <- oh im IMMEDIATELY sick. laying across my desk like a stricken victorian madame

“Yeah, think I’m working that out,” he said, agreeing with you. <- picturing his cute lil face in my silly lil head. i love that man. putting him in my pocket rn

The guy I’m cuddling on, and talking movies with, isn’t the same guy busting fights and setting rules now, is he?” / “That’s what I’m asking.” <- danny is holding a sherlockian-style magnifying glass up to reader's head and he WILL be holding it up to johnny's next. getting up in there.

but he was being nosy, and you’re nosy too, but maybe shit don’t work out when you got two noses pointing at each other like that. <-ADORE their level of self-awareness here. and adore even more that it doesn't do a damn thing to solve their current conundrum

“No,” you say, “I like just staring at the glass—course it works Johnny, what sort of a question is that?” <- fucking obsessed with them actually. i need a reader/reader fic where one reader is this reader and the other reader is me. i would treat them right. we'd have a good time.

“Baby,” he says. <- one word should NOT be able to do me in like this and YET

Well, anyway, now that bed’s got a Johnny on it, so maybe that’s what makes it yours, no matter how else it feels. Your room, your Johnny. <- sinking my teeth into this and thrashing my head back and forth like a dog with a beloved toyright before they tear every last bit of stuffing out of it

Working on bikes and driving trucks gets a man real nifty with his hands. Hell, he might be better at this than you are, and that don’t sit right with you, in a stupid stubborn kind of way, cause what’s an old man like him doing showing you up like that? <- unhinging my jaw to consume this whole. mj your MIND!!!!!! your big beautiful brain and your prose!!!!!!!

“I’ve been missing you,” he says, after putting a real long kiss on you. “Came by every night.” <- it's cruel of you, really, to thrust this type of insanity on me with no warning

He smiles all the way up to his eyes, looking drunker than the two beers he’s got in him. “Never seen you so quiet. S’like you finally got nothing to say.” / “I don’t.” It’s real empty in here. “You better make the most of it.” <- YESS!!!!!!!!! RAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! THIS IS MY SUPERBOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Does it matter?” <- AND I OOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too serious for a man poking that thing into your thigh the way he is. <- i know this is a serious moment but the laugh i choked on at this was unreal sksksks

omg Betty Divorce Lore. im pikachuwuing all over the place

“Won’t marry you, can’t fuck you,” he turns to look at you, “you gonna lie to me and say I can give you what you want?” <- my eyes are SAUCERS. i haven't breathed for this entire dialogue exchange

“Really? You’re gonna start something and then—” <- HE SURE IS!!!!! and im outside with a baseball bat ready to clap him upside the head with it. we are knocking those braincells BACK into place

GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!! HOW AM I MEANT TO GO ON LIKE THIS????????????????????????????????

white room - pt. 7

johnny davis x gn!reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 4.3k words, 7 of ? ao3 link | previous part a/n: THANKYOU FOR UR PATIENCE!!!! we are so back. sorry in advance for the events of this chapterjkdfhg

Thinking ‘bout it, that Danny kid did get you saying something that Johnny wouldn’t have liked so much. Well, you think so, but you wouldn’t really know cause you don’t plan on asking him about it, and it was a while ago now, so what’s it matter anyway? But this Danny, he said something about well, ‘d’you like hanging around with Johnny?’ Yeah, that was it—and you said sure, course you do, it’s almost all you like doing nowadays. You go to work and that’s alright, and you see your cousin every now and then, and that’s alright too, but Johnny, Johnny is more than just alright. Johnny’s really what you think you’ve been missing, y’know, to make this place feel like a place worth your while. A place worth sticking around in. 

And Danny, he asked something like, “You figure there’s a difference between Johnny when he’s with you, and Johnny when he’s with the club?”

“You mean, is he someone different with me?” you said, and he nodded, hanging that microphone a little closer, and you started thinking about it.

It did take you a minute, or however long it took him to smoke a little bit more of his joint, eyes going puffier by the second, but then you decided, “Yeah, sure there’s a difference. There’s Johnny, and then there’s Johnny-Johnny, y’know?”

“Yeah, think I’m working that out,” he said, agreeing with you.

“Not that it’s a big difference, though.”

“Sure.”

“And now he’s having me round here with ‘em, it’s, well, you know.”

“Sure,” he went again. “Yeah.”

“You don’t believe me, do you?” you asked him, cause he was looking at you like he thought as much, and ‘sure’, and ‘yeah’, felt like place holders for, nuh and uh. And you know what these journalist types are like, you’re not no fool, y’know.

“Sorry,” he said, “what am I not believing?”

“Well that there’s not much between them,” you told him, “the two Johnnys.”

“But there is two of them.”

“No, not two of them.”

“But you just said you felt like they were different.”

“He’s one guy, don’t get it twisted, but you, you gotta be, don’t you? The guy I’m cuddling on, and talking movies with, isn’t the same guy busting fights and setting rules now, is he?”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

And you was starting to really feel like there was a corner coming up right behind you, one he was hell bent on talking you into, and that’s when you realised maybe you were saying something Johnny wouldn’t really want you to, but he kept on pushing. Really pushing.

Danny said, “The Johnny you get, he’s sweet?”

“Yeah he’s sweet, why wouldn’t he be?”

And he waited a second, then he said, “Y’know, I’m just asking questions, Lips,”

“And I’m answering them, aren’t I?” 

You didn’t think you were being rude or nothing, but maybe, sure, your voice was coming up a little sharp, but he was being nosy, and you’re nosy too, but maybe shit don’t work out when you got two noses pointing at each other like that. 

“Sorry,” you ended up apologising for some reason, “you got me all tied up.”

“Wasn’t my intention. You know the other guys much?”

It was a hell of a life jacket he threw to you, cause he didn’t even seem phased, just asked something new like he’d been thinking on it a while, even though it was a dead question with a dead answer, but you took the help like you’d been breathing water for weeks. And after that, well, whatever.

He’s sweet? Yeah, he’s sweet.

God, Johnny would’a hated that, sure as, he’d of winced like you bit him if he was there to hear it. ‘What you saying that for?’ he’d say. ‘I’m not sweet.’

And did you even mean it? Do you even believe it, really? Candy is sweet. Pudding, those sodas you grew up on. But Johnny? Maybe he’s sweet the way potatoes are, you know, when you get the orange ones all mixed up with all sorts of stuff to make ‘em nice, or whatever. But him? Suppose maybe you’re the stuff mixed up with him to make it taste good.

Or maybe you’re dumb as anything, burned the top of your tongue off, or something, so you can’t taste no more. Cause when he swings back around, way past eleven, he’s anything but sweet to you.

Not that you expected it, you suppose, but you thought…you thought maybe the first time he was, well, you guess he never said he would, but maybe if he did, or was thinking on it, on staying over, you know, or whatever you and him were planning on—you figured he’d be like the sugared-up rim of a cocktail. A little sweet before the zing.

But all he did was ask you to wait up, and so you waited. Anything after that was undetermined. You can’t go round expecting unexpected things from people, can you? ‘Specially not things of that sort, no matter how long it’d been since you, yeah, or since he, yeah. That. 

“This thing work?” he says to you now, pointing at the TV in the corner of the room.

“No,” you say, “I like just staring at the glass—course it works Johnny, what sort of a question is that?”

“You weren’t watching nothing?”

“No, I was just. Well I had something to eat and then I was just sitting, and thinking, I guess. Waiting for you.”

“Uh-oh.” He turns to you, hands in his pockets, where they’ve been since he got through the door, and a look on his face like he’s waiting for the ball to drop. Like he didn’t take his jacket off for a reason. “Thinking ‘bout what?”

“Hmm. You can take any guess you like, and it’ll probably be a right one,” you say. And you don’t mean much by it, cause you’ve been thinking to outer space and back, so there’s a good chance he’d strike gold. 

He lifts his shoulders a little, head tilting, brows going up too. Like he’s really at his ends with you, y’know, only five minutes after he got here. Even when you haven’t done nothing. “You bring me round just to be mad at me?” he asks.

“No.” 

Well, maybe. You don’t even really remember no more. The time between him leaving and him coming back again has got you all twisted. Thinking and thinking bout stuff, over and over. Microphones and date nights and bike races, and bars you don’t even know, with flames shooting up out of them, and God, somehow, in all of that, you was even thinking about him getting a good long look at you. You know, with nothing else on and lots of things to do.

“Baby,” he says. 

Baby. That’s new. Plopped right down in front of you, straight out of his lips with those big sad eyes waiting behind it. 

That’s really really new. You like it as much as you don’t, cause you figured a tongue like Johnny’s wasn’t built for saying things like that. Things like baby and sugar and sweetheart. That seemed like something Benny would’a said—or something Johnny might’ve only used for his wife, you know, back when they was…well, you don’t think you’re anything like she was. Maybe there’s the difference. Maybe she was a darlin’, or a sweet-pea.

“I don’t wanna fight with you,” he says. “I—I’m tired, alright? If you aren’t, if we aren’t—maybe it’s better if I go, alright?”

“Sorry,” you blurt out, loud and clumsy. And the world comes back from spinning where it had been, off behind your head somewhere, putting everything all straight again. Just about, anyway. “I’m not mad, Johnny, and I’m not trying to fight with you,” you tell him, meaning it, cause, God, it’s late now. 

And then you think, fuck it, what are you even…? You know, if you were wondering about something in any other place, on any other day, you’d have just said it outright. You’d have blurted it before you realised there was anything even there to blurt. So what the hell was your deal now? What’s really so bad about saying what you want? 

So you tell him, “If anything,” you say, finding your feet a little, “if anything, I think we should be going about doing the opposite.”

He catches on real quick. Looks a little surprised, but a lot excited, too. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

And it don’t take a scientist to work out how you got from there to here. Upstairs, you know, in the room that wasn’t really anyone’s ever—cause God knows you weren’t gonna be sleeping in Pop’s old one when you moved back here, and you never slept in this one enough times to make any real claim on it—and it still don’t feel like your room yet, even though it’s been a while and you got a bed in it. Real nice big one too, one that had the plastic on and everything when you bought it. 

Well, anyway, now that bed’s got a Johnny on it, so maybe that’s what makes it yours, no matter how else it feels. Your room, your Johnny.

It’s kind of a stupid way to resolve an argument, you know that, even though you were never really arguing in the first place, but kissing is a whole load easier than talking through whatever sludge you’d both gotten yourselves stuck in. Like, come on, who has time for talking about all that on a night like this, after you already swallowed the worst portion of it, ‘handling’ and what not—if you was really gonna argue about all that, he would’ve never come back around in the first place. 

So what harm could it do? What harm could it cause to, you know, to have some hands on your hips, and your jeans and your waist, and, well. There.

It scrapes a little, his fingers under your shirt like that. 

“That alright?” he says, real quiet like you spooked him by taking in a bit of air. 

“Uh-huh.” You’re breathing real hard all of a sudden. “It’s good.” 

Working on bikes and driving trucks gets a man real nifty with his hands. Hell, he might be better at this than you are, and that don’t sit right with you, in a stupid stubborn kind of way, cause what’s an old man like him doing showing you up like that? So you start reaching for his pants, and try to sound—well, whatever way you should sound, when you ask, “Can I?”

He grunts a pretty clear yes and you make a poor job of his belt, so he takes over and you focus on the stuff that really matters. Like your hands on his neck and over his shoulders, and down his back that feels way bigger now it’s floating over you like that. He’s not a big guy really, but big enough, you know, bigger than ever when it matters. Feels like the light’s already off cause you can’t see the bright of it past him. 

You can barely even see the ceiling around him, it’s just Johnny, and Johnny’s eyes, and his chest and his lips. Oh, his lips. And that little piece of hair there, that one defying all that fuckin’ grease he puts into it, just to sit over his forehead like that. 

“I’ve been missing you,” he says, after putting a real long kiss on you. “Came by every night.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you tell him, or sigh at him, or moan at him, really, you don’t know what you’re saying or how you’re saying it. His stubble is starting to leave marks on your chin and that seems more important right now. “Sorry I didn’t say I was going.”

“S’alright.”

He tastes better than you remember. All ash and candy and wood like he’s been living off those little toothpicks of his. 

“Forget it,” he says, lips to your throat. “I forgive you.”

Mhmm. Forgiven and then some. There’s a thud as his jeans hit the floor, belt buckle ringing and you curl up into him like he’s got a rope around your stomach. 

For some reason, right after that, he stills. Stops doing what he was doing with that mouth of his, and pulls a noise from your throat that you’ve never heard yourself make. Like your engine went kaputt, or something, and all it’s got to give is that last little puff of air.  

“Hey,” he says. “Open your eyes a second.”

You hadn’t noticed you’d shut them, but you do what he tells you and wait for him to show you something that’s worth pausing for. 

Time starts stretching on a little and he’s just there, looking down at you, looking up at him. “What is it?” you ask.

He smiles all the way up to his eyes, looking drunker than the two beers he’s got in him. “Never seen you so quiet. S’like you finally got nothing to say.”

“I don’t.” It’s real empty in here. “You better make the most of it.”

You would’ve expected a laugh from that, but he just comes back like he’s starving for you, scraping those fingertips up your sides ’til the flesh is bumped over your ribs. And you don’t know if he takes his shirt off, or you do, cause your hands and his hands are starting to be one big hand-bundle, like they’re fighting for something, and clothes are the united enemy. You just about got used to the feeling of his chest resting on yours when all of a sudden it’s a whole different feeling: bare skin, and sweat, and grey, curling chest hair—and he’s got more tattoos under there, so many, you’re gonna have to ask him to sit real still afterwards just to get a look at them all.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“You figure that hand of yours might wanna…?” 

He answers without making you say it, pulling your jeans down and going along with them so he can get them all the way off. Over the ankles and onto the floor next to his own. By the time he’s coming back up the bed, you’re lifting your hips to meet him, and that hand, well, you know, if he weren’t kissing you again you might’ve sworn right into his pretty face. 

“Like that?” he says.

You nod and he keeps on going, his palm as hot as the rest of you feels. He didn’t even take your underwear off and it’s still the best attention that part of you has ever been lucky enough to receive. Why did you wait so long for this? Why did he?

“Hey?”

“What?” You blink like you’ve been dreaming.

“I said, you got a condom?”

“Did you?” You can’t focus on nothing when he’s touching you like that. “I don’t know,” you sigh, “maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“Does it matter?”

Oh, and that was a knife through old rope, cause he’s cut you loose. His hand comes free and he’s pushing back on the mattress to look at you properly, chain dangling between your gaze and his, with a real serious face on him. Too serious for a man poking that thing into your thigh the way he is. 

“Course it matters,” he says, in a voice you ain’t able to label yet, “you don’t think we should—“

“Should what?” You know you’re annoyed at least, that’s clear enough in your own words. Something in you’s decided that before your brain has. “We don’t have to, you know, we can just—it’s whatever, Johnny, come on. If you don’t wanna fuck without one we can just work around it.”

But you’re not stupid, as much as he’s acting like you might be right now, and you can tell the moment’s gone. The mood in him, it’s snuffed out. 

“Yeah,” he says, not meaning it at all. “You’re right, yeah.”

He comes down to kiss you again with as much awkwardness and restraint as someone who hasn’t kissed you before. Like he forgot he was just working you between your underwear, or something.  

“Johnny—“

“No, no, come on.”

“You don’t even mean that yourself.” And now you’re the one pushing back to get a look, cause, what the fuck? “Let’s just. Yeah.”

He rolls off you like a dead log loose of its truck. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him, knowing that his next word is gonna be—

“Sorry.”

“For what? Let’s just plan better next time.”

“I can’t risk, you know…” He rubs one hand over his forehead and the other over his stomach. “I already got two kids.”

“You really don’t gotta make this more awkward than it needs to be, Johnny.” Because, yeah, it’s no big deal, and yeah, you get it, and really, yeah, you still got to know what those hands of his are capable of. So all in all, “I liked it.”

He says nothing back. “I liked it,” you tell him again, but he’s a damn brick wall already.

God help a man when his ego’s hurting. 

“You been hiding all that from me?” you try, turning onto your side so you can look at him, so you can run a thumb down the curves of his chest like that. It doesn’t do much, but he puts a hand around your wrist, and he smiles a little. “I might never let you leave again,” you tell him. 

He snorts through his nose. “You’re the one that left me.”

And he’s true enough that you can’t even argue back. 

Instead, you do that thing that you really should work on not doing, and you ask, “Why did Betty leave?”

Credit where credits due, he knows you enough by now to take it well, knows you don’t mean it any other way than how you said it, and he likes you enough, too, that he don’t run away from you asking this time. 

Cause you’ve asked him before, and you didn’t get any sort of answer then. But this time, in your almost room, with his clothes in a heap and his palm over your pulse, he thinks about it. Really thinks. Then he says three things, up to your ceiling, sure, without moving or looking at you, but he says ‘em. 

First, he says, “She didn’t like the club. Said I was picking that over her and the kids.”

Then he says, “She thought I was try’na be someone I’m not. That Benny and…y’know.” He waves his free hand above him. “That they’re bad influences.”

And then, after a little quiet, and a little up and down on his chest with your fingertip—cause you’re being good for once and not saying nothing until he gets all his words out—he says, “There wasn’t. We didn’t, we couldn’t love on each other anymore.”

“What d’you mean?” you ask, once he stops talking for good. 

He itches under it, glancing sideways at you. “I mean, she went to bed and I went to bed and that was it. We weren’t sleeping together anymore.”

“Never?”

He makes a withering sort of noise. “I don’t even remember the last time.”

And you realise, that even with the mess upon mess that led to this point, somehow, under all that, you ended up with a Johnny that was comfortable. A Johnny that was telling you things you’d wondered for weeks, things you thought he’d rather take to his grave than share with you. Sure, you didn’t get past his hands in your pants, but you got whatever the hell is happening here, right now, and that’s worth more than any good fuck. 

You go up on your elbows. “What happened?”

He shrugs. “Nothin’ happened. Marriage happened.”

“People get married and still fuck each other, Johnny.”

“Yeah? And you’d know that?”

“Well, alright, maybe not first hand but…” 

“It just changes,” he says, sharp with it, cause he either hates you saying so, or he knows that you’re right about it. 

“Was it you or her?” you ask. “That stopped wanting to.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but he looks guilty, not hurt, so you figure that means it was him. “Betty’s always been pretty,” he says, real fair with it. An answer without injury. “Don’t know what it was.”

You hum, thinking on it. Though, not really, cause this is the sort of conversation that flies right by, only to get caught in a net three miles down, which is when you’ll really start doing the thinking on it. And right now, it’s him on his back, head in your pillows, you leaning over him like you do it every night, and you don’t wanna miss that.  

“Do you.” You start asking something new, but then stop when you imagine yourself saying it, imagine the words out your mouth and into Johnny’s ear. You don’t like how it looks or how it sounds; asking something like that would make you seem real small. Insecure, you know? And that’s not you at all. 

Instead you try, “I don’t mind if you,” but then you give up on that one too. 

And now you’ve said two things without finishing them, right after Johnny admitted something precious to him, and he’s starting to adjust himself like he’s planning on going somewhere. 

“Johnny,” you say. You didn’t mean to make him nervous.

“See, yeah,” he’s nodding, and pulling away so that he can sit himself on the edge. He’s already decided what you were gonna say, how you would’ve said it. “See, now you’re figuring out what I knew all along,” he says.

“What’s that mean?”

“You’re realising I’m not who you think I am.”

“What? Sit down. Johnny.”

“I gotta go.”

Gotta go? You’re over to his side of the bed, watching him pull his jeans from the floor, a real strong heartbeat in your throat. You hadn’t even decided what to say yourself and he’s already punishing you for the idea of it.  

“I’m not figuring out nothin,” you tell him, feeling like you’re pleading for something you hadn’t planned on losing. 

“Won’t marry you, can’t fuck you,” he turns to look at you, “you gonna lie to me and say I can give you what you want?”

You stare at him like he’s grown a new fucking head. And you admit, it’s the first time you’ve ever been mad enough to get nasty with him, because he’s talking all kinds of crazy. “You gonna stop fucking acting like you read minds?” you snap. “I never said that or thought it, Johnny. And you wouldn’t fucking think so if you ever asked me how I was feeling every now and then.”

He nods in that wandering, shaking sort of way, like he expected you to say it. “Yeah, yeah, well, I’m saving you the trouble of explaining it.”

You laugh once. But he means it. “Alright, fuck you, then.”

“Yeah, fuck me,” he agrees, half dressed and dumb-looking. “Real nice.”

“Kill a good thing for no fucking reason.” You find his shirt on the mattress beside you and throw it at him, limp like a child, but who cares. “Dumbest fucking reaction I’ve ever seen to nothin’ in my whole fucking life,” you tell him, feeling hot under the skin for all the wrong reasons. “Can’t even have a normal conversation anymore.”

He stops, his shirt on one arm and open over his chest. “Ask me then,” he says, still talking like he’s right and you’re wrong. Like he knows what you don’t.

You scoff. “Ask what, Johnny?” 

“What you were gonna ask me before.”

You laugh in a real soulless way, one you hear without feeling, like someone else did it for you. “I was gonna ask if you thought I was better looking than she was,” you admit, because what the fuck else can you do, “but then I decided that’d make me look too fuckin’ insecure, so I didn’t.”

He stares. Any sort of reply he might’ve had waiting to go just fumbles behind his lips, unspoken. 

“Clearly,” you carry on, “I should’ve been more worried about you feeling that way. I mean, what the fuck did you think I was gonna say, Johnny? Cause you seem to be real certain there’s a fuckin’ problem somewhere.”

“Nothin’,” he says, tossing it at you really, like a spent cigarette. “Forget it.”

“Really? You’re gonna start something and then—”

But his big hunking boots are already getting shoved on, and his belt buckles all done up, and you don’t need any other clues to know that this is done with. Flame well and truly snuffed. 

He’s ready to walk out on you. After that argument, after the thing before that argument. After you had heard he set a fucking bar on fire and didn’t even leave him for it. 

“You at least gonna see me again?” you shout after him, sitting on the bed still, cause God knows you won’t be following him to the door. He knows the way sure enough. “Gonna come talk to me when you’re a little less…?”

“Jesus.” He pauses by the stairs, looking back at you through the doorway for a second. “You ever get tired of asking so many questions?” he says. “You ever just think about letting stuff be?”

Well, no, is the answer, but you’re too shocked to even give it to him. 

“Why should I?” you ask, knowing he won’t hear cause he’s already gone. 

Shit.

You sink into the mattress that stinks of him still. So much for kissing instead of arguing, sure was a stupid fucking idea. 

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taglist: @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas @raven-black102 @cositapreciosa @lyralu91 @hoodeddreams13 @businesscalamity @solomons-finest-rum (sorry i cant remember if you wanted to be on here or not!!)

[sukunarii]

Domestic Au! Sukuna x Reader

A/N: Don’t ask me how this would work when Sukuna is the King of Curses and now living in Yuuji rent free.....but I just want domestic Sukuna 😌 so here’s a very self-indulgent prompt of being Sukuna’s wifey

imagine going grocery shopping with him:

he has this whole “let’s hurry up and gtfo” attitude but he actually doesn’t mind it

“go try that free sample, it’s pretty good,” you tell him....and he’s so shameless he’ll take like 5 to give you cuz you said you like them😓

he’ll insist on carrying everything for you, even if it’s something really light like a loaf of bread 

someone help him, he doesn’t know how to choose produce 😭😭, like if you tell him to go pick up a few apples, he’ll come back with bruised ones

he remembers everything you said you liked and he’ll ask you if you want to buy it everytime

.....even if it’s something that you raved about once because of a fad diet or some online article you read

like no Sukuna, I don’t want the ingredients for the GreenSmoothie™ from five years ago 

ALSO, he’s an absolute   m e n a c e  with the shopping cart 💀

at the cashier if someone tries to cut in line in front of you, oh boy 

*cue* Sukuna loudly insulting the person + threatening them, the person is scared af, doesn’t even take their items just deadass apologizes and runs off

everyone is looking at you two now and you’re so embarrassed but Sukuna doesn’t care, no one bullies his girl except him 

General stuff at home:

he’ll sneak up behind you towrap his arms around you and smother you with kisses

then ask you “how’s your day, little one?”

if you come home tired or in a bad mood, he’ll turn super protective and pretty much interrogate you on everyone you interacted with today

Like he is READY to simp for you whether it’s your boss or some rude passerby

ofc he’s useless at anything technology related...from operating a laundry machine to the wifi password, this man has no idea what he’s doing

on game nights, he gets so competitive but it’s actually kinda hot(?)

like he gets so worked up over snakes and ladders and spends 10 minutes thinking about his next move in Go Fish

he WILL get sulky if he loses and flip the table

but if he wins, he goes through a cycle of acting like an ass “get to my level” -> starts feeling bad “it’s not u, it’s me, u never had a chance cuz im so good” -> worries that you’re angry “i still love you”

sksksks boy it’s just a game, it’s not that deep ✋

on movie nights, he lets you pick the movie but if you pick something like a cheesy romcom, he’ll be making snide comments the whole movie lmfao

if you fall asleep on the couch, he’ll carry you upstairs to the bed 🥰

he won’t let you get out of bed in the morning even if you gotta run to work

he just wants to hold you

even if your boss is calling you, he’ll pick up the phone and tell your boss that you’re busy then hang up yes your boss knows him now because of how frequently this happens and they hate each other

but lol if he’s sleeping, better not wake him up or he’ll be in a very sour mood

also you always hog the blanket at night, he gave up on trying to get his half back

he’ll also begrudgingly adopt a cat if you ask him enough times

Extra:

It’s practically canon that Sukuna doesn’t wear a shirt in the house most of the time 

“Sukuna my parents are coming in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

i LOVE ur nanami x chubby reader contenttt ahhh i don't know if you take requests but por favor grace us with some more of your nanami x chubby reader content 🥺🥺

MEIN LIEBLING, MEIN SCHATZ, OF COURSE I WILL MAKE SOME MORE NANAMI X CHUBBY READER CONTENT FOR YOU ARE YOU KIDDING??? 🥺💕

No but i honestly get so excited when ppl ask for x chubby reader stuff bc we deserve love and attention too 😌💕 i may or may not have a Gojo x chubby reader thing in my drafts but you will have to be patient for that my little ducklings sksksk

OK lemme just word vomit a bit sksksk

Cw: chubby fem reader, fluff, smut, some body insecurity talk

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

Sweet sweet Nanami

Aka the biggest fucking simp for chubby ppl sksksk

Just so weak when it comes to his cute chubby darling

He's never seen someone as lovely as you and he doesn't think he'll see anyone lovelier

You are literally a goddess in his eyes and can do no wrong

The people around Nanami are honestly concerned at first that you're taking advantage of the overworked man bc they've never seen him bend over backwards for someone

But of course they get to know you and realize that you're wonderful and they're glad that you're such a good influence on him 😊

No but fr you've changed this man for the better

Before meeting you, he would work overtime more often just bc he didn't have any commitments or responsibilities besides his job so it's not the end of the world if he stays over an hour or so to do paperwork

But that all comes to an end once he meets you

The reason Nanami absolutely despises overtime is bc he wants to go back home to you as soon as possible

He wants to get back to you and hold you close and snuggle and kiss and just relax with his baby 🥺

Such an affectionate man jesus christ

He's a very reserved man so he doesn't express himself through words, he does it with actions

He doesn't know how to tell you he loves you with words tbh

So be prepared for lots of acts of service and physical touch and gift giving skskks

Im talking homemade meals, buying you anything that you show the slightest interest in, cuddling up to you whenever he can—

NO BUT HE LITERALLY HAS HIS HANDS ON YOU ALL THE TIME

I think i mentioned in my last ask that he's very handsy in general

BUT TBH??? YOUR BODY IS SO TEMPTING THAT HE CAN'T HELP BUT GET THE URGE TO TOUCH EVERY INCH OF YOU IN PRIVATE

Literally everything looks good on you

He sees you walk into the room and he's breathless every 👏 single 👏 time 👏

Sundress?? Adorable, delicious, angelic

Lingerie? Seductive, exquisite, mouthwatering

Shit, this guy could get hard from seeing you in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants

Just an absolute heathen when it comes to you

His favorite outfit on you tho is an oversized t-shirt (a very soft cotton one that Nanami bought special bc he wanted you to steal his clothes and wear them 🥺💕), boxer briefs (also something he bought and wore a couple times just so u could steal it) and THIGH HIGH SOCKS

You just look hnnnnnnggggg SO GOOD IN THAT KIND OF OUTFIT god he's such a whore for you sksksksk

He loves how the shirt hangs off your soft shoulders, your neck on display for him, how the briefs ride up your thighs and hug them deliciously, making your ass look FANTASTIC, jesus don't even get him started on the socks—

The first time he saw you in that outfit was after he came home after a long and grueling workday

The minute he walked into the living room and saw you draped over the couch in that innocently seductive outfit, lying on your stomach, your ass shaped perfectly, looking over your shoulder at him, giving him that sweet smile of yours?

Bby all restraint flew out the window sksksk

He fucked you over the couch for the entire night I'm not fucking kidding like he was railing you for hours, it was one of the best nights of his life and he remembers it fondly

Nah fr thigh high socks, stockings, pantyhose, etc are his KRYPTONITE

The way they squeeze your supple thighs has him drooling like a goddamn mutt jesus he's so weak for you it's not even funny

He just wants to grab a handful of each thigh and squeeze, leaving bruises while he eats your pretty chubby pussy until you cry 💕

Absolutely obsessed with the way clothing hugs your body

He would never tell you what to wear bc he wants you to wear clothing that makes you comfortable, but he won't deny that he fucking loves when you wear tight-fitted outfits

He loves seeing the way your tits and arms and belly and thighs squish against the material, on the verge of bursting through the fabric of your dress/shirt/pants/etc

Oh lord it makes him so hard

Anything with elastic bands that squeeze your body have him sweating like he just imagines his hands there instead and how soft you would feel and how you would moan and suddenly he's dragging you home to fuck you sksksk

Ok but do you wanna know the outfit that makes him feel like a goddamn king?? The outfit that has him convinced that you're a literal goddess that came down from the heavens to bless him with your presence??

This robe (any color you like) with a matching chemise (something simple, with a lace trim)

It is, without a doubt, the most enticing outfit you could ever wear

You got it for your first anniversary (with your OWN MONEY, which Nanami rarely let's you do, but you kept it a surprise so he wouldn't know)

He found you in the bedroom wearing that and he gasped, putting his hand over his heart like mans thought he had died and gone to heaven istg

Lowkey if you ever need to convince Ken to do something, just walk around the house in this fit and you'll sway his thinking in 5 minutes tops skskks

He sees that robe swish out of the corner of his eye and he's already semi hard

You just look so elegant and gorgeous and delicate and sexy jesus christ how do you look so good???

This outfit truly makes Kento feel blessed 💕

How did he get so lucky as to find a curvaceous beauty like you?

Nanami will gladly crawl to you on his knees and kiss your feet when he sees you wearing this

You are truly perfect in his eyes and he will dedicate the rest of his life worshipping you if that's what you wish

SPEAKING OF WORSHIPPING

Our sweet Nanami Kento is the KING of body worship

He just loves running his hands all over your plush body, kissing and squeezing every inch of you, reminding you how incredible you are

If you are ever insecure about a part of your body, you won't be after fucking Nanami sksksk

If he ever learns about your body insecurities, he will hyperfixate on that body part and lavish you with attention

Dont like your stretchmarks? He'll lick ever stripe along your skin until you admit that they're stunning

Not a fan of your pudgy bits? He's going to squeeze those parts more often, hands lingering, lips trailing along your plush flesh as he kisses your chubby flesh

Don't like how your tummy pokes out? Baby, what are you even worried about, he's a foodie so of course he's gonna love your muffin top sksksk

Look hun, idk what to tell you!! He's just so in love with you and he thinks you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet and all he wants is to wife you up and treat you like a queen for the rest of your lives

Ok lemme take a break from the smut and talk fluff skskks

He's such a cuddlebug :3

AND YOU'RE HIS PERFECT LITTLE TEDDY BEAR 🥺💕

You're soft and squishy and warm and he loves holding you 💕

Prefers having you draped over him when you cuddle bc he likes how your body feels on top of him

Like the weight is lowkey comforting and soothing

This is super embarrassing for him to admit but if the two of you have to spend time apart for a few days, he has to put a weighted blanket on his chest so he can fall asleep

He's just so used to his precious chubby baby laying on him each night that he can't sleep without your body on his 🥺

Lowkey puts his weighted blanket in the dryer for a bit so it feels more like a person and tricks his body into thinking you're there with him

He gets so grumpy when he can't cuddle you

Like if he comes home after a long work day and you're not there for some reason, he gets so upset

Literally POUTS. Like a goddamn CHILD

Wont stop pouting until you get home and straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling close

Even then it'll take at least an hour of cuddling before he's happy again jesus fucking christ, he's a child a literal baby you're dating a fucking 5 year old—

Nanami will never admit this out loud (bc he thinks he'll sound creepy), but he loves watching you eat

He tries not to stare when his home cooked meals slip past your lips and into your mouth, but he cant help but watch

You're his baby? And you like food, his food?? You're all his forever and ever?

He's such a fuckin sap yall sksksk

Ok but speaking of food: this man is dying to taste your cooking

You could be the worst cook in the world but he will gobble up your meal and go for seconds and thirds

Why?? Bc you're his darling dearest, his big and beautiful girl and he'll be damned if he doesn't get to eat the love of his life's cooking

He doesn't mind cooking alone, but he prefers when you help him

He appreciates the help and having a pretty chubby beauty at his beck and call isn't so bad either

If you come up behind him while he's cooking, wrap your arms around his body and rest your face against his back, he will melt

He has to pause whatever he's doing to turn around and hug and kiss you

"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are, darling?"

"You told me that an hour ago, Ken."

"Well, I'm telling you again because it's true and you should know."

Favorite thing to do is cup your chubby cheeks and squish your face before he leans in for a kiss jesus he's such a goober

Ok so Nanami has been theorizing why he loves your body type more than others bc he doesn't know when this started

He's got a lot of guesses

Obviously, you're super soft and warm and delightful, but that's not all of it

He thinks that when he looks at you, his brain goes "they're big ➡️ they eat more than other people ➡️ they are well fed and love food"

Now, in reality those thoughts may not be true, but his little monkey brain goes through that process the first time he meets you

Tbh he cant explain it, he just sees you and thinks you love food as much as him and that makes him so happy bc he can actually see that you love food

Like its not like you're skinny and everyone thinks you eat salads and workout all the time but really you eat junk food and are lazy

No it's the fact that your size tells ppl "hey, I'm a big girl, i like food and im not afraid to show it, and at the end of the day im perfect and your opinion means jack shit to me"

And he loves that

He wants you to unabashedly say that you love food and tell the world to fuck off bc that's how he feels

Like we all know he's a foodie and he just wants someone to share his love of food with somebody, and having a partner that doesn't let their weight stop them from enjoying themselves and eating food they like??

It makes him overjoyed

He also likes your body bc you seem sturdier than other women

He has nothing against thin women, not by a long shot, but he sees their thin wrists and their thigh gaps and their collarbones and all he can think is "if i touch this girl she may very well break in half"

You, on the other hand, are plush and cushioned and give him plenty to grab and he doesn't have to hold back his strength when he interacts with you

Like the first time yall had sex he went super gentle at first bc he was still worried about hurting you

He legit thought that it would be too much for you even if he held back his strength

But then you begged him to fuck you harder and he realized that he can relax with you and be who he naturally is like he doesn't have to stifle parts of himself to accommodate you and that's v comforting to him

He always feels guilty when your body is sore and you're covered in dark marks, but he's more satisfied than anything

Like seriously this dude fucked you so hard that the neighbors down the hall could hear your headboard hitting the wall, and yet you still smiled at him afterwards and opened your legs for round two

He's able to let loose with you which he's never really been able to do before and he's very grateful that you let him unwind like that

He likes picking you up and having your limbs wrap around him and being able to hold onto your thighs and ass as he keeps you up

It's v normal for him to come home and hold his arms out for you, waiting for you to come to him and jump so he can hold onto you

You were nervous to do it at first but this guy could lift a car if he really wanted to so dont even sweat it babe, you are NOT too heavy for him

Whenever you talk about being insecure about your body, his face screws up and he just looks so appalled that you would ever see yourself as anything but perfect

He legitimately does not understand that you could be insecure about your body bc he would gladly live between your thighs if thats what you really wanted so what are you even concerned about???

Doesn't really like PDA in public but sometimes he can't help but palm your ass for a second before his arm goes around your waist its your fault for looking so good in those jeans 🙄

He's obsessed with kissing you

Doesn't have to lead to anything more! He just loves those plump soft lips against his as his hands smooth over your plush frame

He would do anything to feel those lips on other parts of his body (his cheek, his neck, his chest, his thighs, his co—)

Tl;dr Nanami Kento is the biggest simp on the planet for his pretty chubby girlfriend/soon to be wife 💕

[binunus]

college bf!jinjin

a/n yes yes yes 100x yes, here's the next installment of the college bf!astro series hehe, hope you enjoy it love 😙

{request: Would it be possible to get a college boyfriend Jinjin too?? I super loved the Bin one you did!!!! Thank you in advance 💜}

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ word count: 3k

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alright theydies

jinwoo–like everyone else in astro–makes me hella hard and soft at the same time so this is gonna be fun

major: music engineer technology

i saw that one ddoca where he was directing all the members for his song and just !!! grr bark bark

literally a fucking sweetie

one of the kindest people you will ever meet in your life

his face is so gentle, especially when he smiles

and then you hear his voice and you're like woah why is it so deep and raspy hey

and then he laughs or giggles and you're like ahh that looks more like you hehe

roommates with university famous dancer!rocky bc i love rap line

such a good roommate and hyung omg

will always make sure rocky eats dinner or takes a shower before going to bed even though he’s exhausted from dance practice or whatever

always shows off how talented rocky (and the rest of the boys) is

very chill

which is a bit of a surprise to everyone bc one of his best friends is literally myungjun

anyway, how do you two meet??

you're a vocal performance major

coincidentally, the same major as myungjun

oh god so you can bet he really played matchmaker for you two

you and myungjun were doing a duet together for one of your final projects during your second year

and you two were joking around like

damn, we should record this, we sound pretty fire

*cue myungjun immediately calling jinjin*

mj: ARE YOU AT THE STUDIO?? ARE YOU FREE RIGHT NOW??

jin: hyung why are you yelling it's literally 6 pm

anyway, it was spontaneous but you and myungjun end up going to one of the recording studios in the music building where jinwoo very often frequents at

you're like a bit shy, like wtf myungjun you didn't tell me that your friend was cute?? you would have worn something better than sweats and a tank

jin's so nice ugh, just imagine him smiling at you as he introduces himself

literally you melted

his fit? bucket hat, glasses, shorts and a tee

it was so casual, but why did he look so cute??

myungjun convinces jinwoo to let you guys record in the studio

it took him just 10 minutes to set up the equipment and everything

you were just looking at him like ooo looks so professional

sksksk im gross

myungjun goes first bc you were nervous

and yeah duh he was a natural, but you couldn't help but admire jinwoo in his prime

he looked so attractive in the producer chair just like instructing mj in the booth

he didn't even know what kind of song you guys were singing, but he directed him so smoothly so that the best parts of myungjun's voice came out

mj joking around: why's your mouth open, y/n? amazed at my voice?

you roll your eyes: sure if that's what you want to believe

your thoughts: ah haha i was totally not oogling your best friend myungjun, totally not

and then it was your turn to go in the booth

you don't know why, but you were hella nervous singing in front of them–or more so, in front of jinwoo

which is dumb bc you're literally a vocal performance major, you sing in front of strangers all the damn time

but you really wanted to impress him for some reason??

okay, you had no reason to be nervous because as soon as you opened your mouth?? jinnie?? literally awestruck

he's heard a lot of singers, obviously bc he's had to record so many of them

but you?? your voice?? a literal siren for him–but in a good way!

your singing entranced him

and then you looked out of the booth to see him just staring at you and your throat went dry

your voice cracked, you've never felt more embarrassed in your life

you: ah! oh my God I'm so sorry, that was horrendous

myungjun's laughing at you, what a nice duet partner

but jin just smiles bc you're whining and hiding your face in your hands

you were so cute??

jinwoo: it's okay y/n, you were doing really good. let's try that again, okay?

he was so sweet about it, ugh you were blushing

you end up recording again, and this time you made the smart decision to close your eyes and just try and focus on the lyrics

and shit, if jinjin wasn’t already a bit interested in you before, he definitely was now

because the way you looked completely immersed in the song and lyrics

his heart skipped like ten miles i dont know

myungjun just knew from the way jinwoo was staring at you

you didn’t get his number from the first meeting

bitch you were too shy, you just squeaked out a “thank you, hope myungjun and I weren’t too much of a bother”

jin: hyung’s always a bother, but you were totally fine

mj: hey!

anyway you leave with a bit of regret, like you should have at least gotten his snapchat or social media or something

or make a dumb excuse to try and see him again

ah but mj was already ten steps ahead of you and jinjin ;)

when you get back to your apartment, there’s a text from myungjun like

“come back to jinwoo’s studio tomorrow for the final mix of our duet”

you immediately jump at the opportunity: okay! what time?

damn could you be any more obvious??

this time you actually tried to look cute, like you were going to see jinwoo again, you couldn’t look like a rat

you get to the studio at the time myungjun told you and you’re like?? oh it’s just jinwoo here?? maybe myungjun’s running a bit late??

jinwoo: oh hey y/n! wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon

you: ???? myungjun told me to come here to listen to the final mix...

jinwoo being shy: he didn’t tell me about that haha

you’re embarrassed, about to turn on your heel and book it

maybe also thinking of murdering myungjun on the way back to your place

but then jinwoo grabs your wrist before you could leave

and you literally felt a spark at his touch, it made you jump a little bit

jin: you can stay if you want–I mean, you came all this way already, I’d be a bit of jerk if I just make you leave

you: I-uh-don’t wanna intrude

he just shakes his head with a smile: you’re not, don’t worry. besides, I’m actually working on your song right now, you can tell me what you think

and that’s how you end up hanging out with jinwoo alone in the studio

you were obviously very awkward and nervous at first

what do you say to him? should you ask him questions? what if you’re bothering him? god you don’t want to sound like an idiot

jinwoo noticed your nervousness––and yes he was nervous too, but he just hid it better than you

he hands you a pair of headphones: here, listen to what I have done so far

you’re like pleasantly surprised??? you and myungjun sound so professional?? like damn put this out on spotify or something

you’re smiling and jinwoo just feels like a huge sense of relief like phew okay you like it so far

and then you two just get to talking while he’s still mixing

you ask him how he got into music and his major and all that fun stuff

you find out that jin’s always loved music and the actual producing aspect of it, he hopes to be a music producer one day and he just flirts with you like

“hey maybe one day you can sing my songs on stage”

and you’re like ??? me??? 

jin: you have one of the best voices I’ve ever heard, it would be an honor for me

ugh jinwoo stop im blushing

you two end up ordering food and eating at the studio bc he promised himself that he wouldn’t leave until he finished your duet and you didn’t wanna leave him alone tf

you and jinwoo exchange numbers this time hehe

before you leave, he’s like “this was nice y/n, you should come over and keep me company more often :) if...you want of course”

you: i’d be happy to! just text me any time :)

internally you’re screaming like yes !! 

you can bet that you start spending a lot of your free time with jinwoo in the music studio

sometimes it’s just you two

sometimes myungjun and their other friends make appearances too

and that’s how you get introduced to their friend group

myungjun to either of you: you’re spending a lot of time with jin/yn lately ;)

about a month after meeting each other, jinwoo asks you out on a date

with the encouragement of astro

it was all expected let’s be honest

cliche first date at the movies, but like you both loved it

wouldn’t be surprised if astro was spying on you two, sitting like a couple rows behind and watching your every move

but shhh if they did, you and jinwoo didn’t notice

the transition from liking each other →  going on dates →  making it exclusive went so smoothly

you and jin were hooked on each other after the first couple meetings that it just seemed so right

myungjun will never stop saying that he’s the reason why you two are in a relationship

you and the other boys grow very fond with each other–particularly sanha

and that was important for jinwoo bc the guys are like his family and it’s basically a dream for him that his partner and friends are close too

sanha is his child do not @ me

so by osmosis, sanha becomes like your baby too

the two of you literally coddle sanha, it’s cute okay

they all go to you and jin for relationship advice sksksk

bc to them, you two just seem so made for each other :’) 

the !! sweetest !! most perfect !! boyfriend

will walk you to class in the morning even if his class is all the way across campus

and you’re like: jinwoo it’s okay, i can see you after this class, you might get late!

jin being pouty: i just wanna spend more time with you :(

im in love with jinjin

loves holding your hand, even when you two are in the studio and he’s mixing something for class or just for fun, he’s still holding your hand

whenever he makes a composition, you’re the first person he shows

really values what you think of his work

vice versa, when you have a song you need to sing, you always ask him to listen to you first

you don’t sugarcoat with each other when it comes to music

will ask you to sing literally all the time

jinwoo gives the best hugs :’)

it’s just so comforting, one of his hands strokes your hair, while the other one rubs your lower back

you know what kind of picture im creating?? yeah

ooooof baby you go with him when he gets his tattoos

you hold his hand through it the entire time even though he probably didn’t feel much pain from it

and like his big ass chest tattoo??? are you drooling??? 1000%

when jinwoo realizes that you get ??? turned on?? by his tattoos, you bet he begins to walk around shirtless in your apartment

is this my transition to down and dirty? yes it is

your first time with him was mmm rough and it’s all thanks to that chest tattoo

you and jinwoo have been steamy before, like makeout sessions and dry humping, and oral (both receiving), but the actual action of fucking? y’all haven’t done it before that night

ofc he’s being a little tease and walking around shirtless

he was always touching you though, not explicitly, but like say you were washing the dishes, he would walk past you and brush his hand passed your waist and he’d whisper in your ear like: sorry baby excuse me

and like he’s done this the whole day so just at one point you lose it and literally push him against the wall and start making out with him

ah he knew you were gonna crack

and god you were so turned on at this point that you were not having any of that soft shit, like you needed him to fuck you asap

jinwoo fucks you so hard your first time together that you couldn’t walk the next day

hehe

oh boy he likes to bite

yes he’s the sweetest, but in the bedroom?? lowkey a bit of a masochist

it’s okay bc you don’t mind a little bit of pain ;)

daddy!! kink!! i dont make the rules

will call you baby girl/boy

he’s the dom, like will very rarely let you dom him

very private with your sex life, you won’t catch him teasing you in public with other people around

and if you try, like say if you whisper daddy in his ear or something while you are hanging out with the guys, oof it’s gonna be a rough night for you

alright but studio sex

has he recorded your moans before?? or you two having sex in the booth?? yes

debatably, studio sex happens more than bedroom sex, but that’s only because most of jinwoo’s time is literally in the music building

jinwoo dirty talk !! with his sexy ass raspy voice !! 

ugh jin moaning in your ear what a good girl/good boy you are for him while he’s just fucking you

will slightly degrade you?? like yes you are his cocksleeve

but he also praises you a lot during sex too

ooh you better hope you don’t have a gag reflex bc he’s all into throat fucking

favorite position is actually missionary, believe it or not

he loves seeing you come undone for him

eye contact during sex?? yes

like he will make sure you’re looking at him when you cum, periodt

favorite place to cum is your face oops

also very much into cockwarming

most of the time, your sessions are rough just bc your vibes are like that

but when they’re soft and slow?? and like making love?? 

literally the most passionate man ever

jin makes it all about you and your pleasure when he’s being gentle

after care is full of kisses and cuddles and I love yous

always makes sure you drink water after having sex

stay hydrated kids

and jinwoo’s back to being the bestest boyfriend :’)

first i love you was when you two were in bed together

you both just woke up and were cuddling

jin was watching the video you sent him of you practicing this one song for an upcoming performance

and you were still drowsy, so you were literally drifting in and out of sleep while he was listening to your video

and jinwoo was just awestruck, he’s always been in love with your voice from the get go, but the way you executed this song? even though it was just practice? his chest was constricting

you’re like mumbling when the video stops: i still need to work more on the bridge, my tone gets a bit flat during it, right?

and he just smiles softly at you even though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him

he thought it was perfect already, you were perfect already

and he just calls your name: y/n

you: hmm??

jin: I love you

and suddenly you’re awake and meeting his eyes

they were so genuine and serious and full of love, you don’t even hesitate to say it back

honestly not the jealous type, he’s so patient and trusting and knows that you’re crazy about only him

will constantly reassure you about any of your insecurities: body, voice, school, your relationship, anything

jinwoo just has such a calming aura around him that you can’t help but feel like, as long as he’s by your side everything will be okay

the two of you have many deep talks together, especially at night before going to sleep, it’s what makes your relationship so solid

jinwoo just knew that he wanted to marry you, even early on into your relationship

there was no one that supported him more in his dreams, no one that he’s ever truly felt connected with, no one that he’s shared all his deepest fears with than you

and like after a year of dating like he couldn’t picture a future without you in it

he’s a romantic :’)

shortly before graduating, he makes a song about you and he’s actually singing in it

ugh main vocal jinjin rise

and he shows it to you in the music studio where you first met

and it’s about how much he loves you and admires you and treasures you

basically a proposal but not really

and you’re so touched, like literally moved to tears because it was so beautiful

and lowkey he was cringing at hearing his singing voice but you still loved it nonetheless

and afterwards, jinwoo was like: I wanna spend the rest of my life with you y/n, I’m not asking you to marry me right now, obviously I’ll propose to you in a better way in the future, but I’m serious about you and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

you jump into his lap and kiss him and just keep saying I love you in between kisses

and jinwoo’s all smiley and giggly like: do you feel the same??

and you hit his arm all jokingly, yes of course you do

you just sit on his lap and he’s hugging you while the two of you are listening to more of his projects and jinwoo’s just thinking like wow I love this person so much

maybe the two of you do owe it to myungjun for playing matchmaker

i guess mj can be the best man at your wedding

y’all this was so soft??

but yes jinnie’s the best bf/husband material out there

im in love with him

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2-8-21

[oscar-lettjohanssonloveme]

Purple Roses pt. 2 (Miss Venable x reader)

hiya..its 4 am in germany and im really tired :3 but here we go, Mina is damn soft in this fanfic..i hope its okay sksks..here is the first pt.:

https://littlejeaniehugsbumblebees.tumblr.com/post/640902350735818752/purple-roses-ms-venable-x-reader

summary: Mina meets ur parents and u have ur coming out..ouhh and she wants to ask u smt

warnings: nothing its super duper fluff i guess :D

tagglist: @d14n4ol

google translate sksksk

"Earth to Mina ..", you grumbled and reached out your finger to tap her cheek gently.

"What?"

Your girlfriend looked away from her newspaper with a frown to look down at you, who was lying in her lap.

You had to grin as she stared down at you in confusion as the glasses slid down a few millimeters on the bridge of her nose.

"I asked you something.."

"And what did you ask?"

"So ..", you started after your fingers had moved to her glasses and you had pushed them up again.

"Imagine you had to decide: Either you are the only mortal human among immortal humans or you are the only human who is undying among all mortal humans.. What do you choose?"

"Is that a test?"

"A test for what?"

"For finding out if I'm a psychopath or something like that?" She asked, still staring down at you, frowning.

"No ..." you shook your head. "I just saw it earlier on instagram and was just thinking about it .."

She looked at you thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"I would probably want to be the immortal human among mortals .."

"For real?" You shouted, tilting your head.

"Then you should see all your friends die .."

Mina raised an eyebrow.

"Which friends?"

"Oh wow .." you rolled your eyes.

"So, am I a psychopath now?" She smiled and you could see her white teeth.

"No .." you mumbled as you started to play with her purple blouse.

"I would probably have taken that too .. but just because it would have been weird to be the only person who would have to die at some point .."

Mina let out a low snort.

"Imagine that, a graveyard for one person ..".

"Yes! .." you exclaimed cockily. "I would probably be exhibited in a museum as the only human corpse. And I would get a coffin made of gold and people would come from all over the world just to see me dead .."

"Or some crazy scientist would use your dead body for their projects .."

"Ew .." you made and grimaced. "That wouldn't be that great ..".

"Better to be immortal, then ..", Mina said with a grin before leaning forward to put her newspaper on the table.

"Now I have a question for you, Y / N .."

"Oh yeah?" You looked confused into her brown eyes and she hummed in agreement as her fingers started to comb through your hair.

"Okay, imagine a bitter old woman comes up to you and asked you, if you want to marry her, what would you answer?"

"I would say no, of course ..." you said, tilting your head to one side.

"First of all, I don't find old, bitter women really attractive and, secondly, why should I marry an old, bitter woman when I can just have the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Mina laughed softly before tapping the tip of your nose with her index finger.

"You know what I'm getting at ..".

"What I know is that you could then leave your show-off house and then finally move into my horror apartment ..", you grinned cheekily at her and she just rolled her eyes.

"You know, I've been thinking, Y / N .." she continued, suddenly sounding serious. "We've been a couple for almost a year now and the only person who knows about it is your aunt and some of your friends .."

"Should I start tagging you on my pictures now?" You laughed.

"You're the one who doesn't like all the love stuff in public and that's not supposed to be a reproach .. I-"

"I want to get to know your parents ..", she interrupted you and looked at you carefully.

You met her gaze for a few seconds before you swallowed.

"My parents?" You repeated quietly.

"Your parents."

"Uhm..okay..that's unexpected .." you muttered as you rose from her lap to sit up.

"So my parents are nice people, but you know, that they dont now that I am ... you know-"

"That you are attracted to old, bitter women?"

"Oh shut up Mina .." you hissed and slapped her gently on the upper arm.

"If you say that again, break your stupid stick and throw it in the fireplace ..".

"Ouhh now I'm scared .." Mina teased, grinning, but you just shook your head.

For a moment there was silence between the two of you and Mina was finally the one who interrupted them.

"I don't want to force you to do it and if you say, you don't want to do that, then that's okay .. I don't want to drive a wedge between you and your parents either .." she said and put her hand on yours. Your gaze landed on her hand, ran down her arm to finally meet her face.

"Maybe it's a good idea .." you muttered and she smiled gently.

"At some point I have to tell them anyway .."

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"Hello beautiful woman .." you greet your girlfriend who entered your shop. Like she did every Tuesday night after work ... It was one of your favorite traditions in your relationship.

"How can I help you today?", You smiled brightly at her as she leaned against your counter

"Well Miss Y / L / N, my wonderful girlfriend and I will be with her parents for dinner for the first time tomorrow evening .. You know, her parents don't know that she is a lesbian ...", Mina explained seriously and brought you to grin.

"That sounds interesting .."

"That's it! We're both just pretty nervous and I thought it would be a good idea to bring flowers to her parents ...".

"That's a great idea, Miss Venable .. what were you thinking of?", You tilted your head and wandered your eyes over the woman who was just standing in front of you.

The lavender suit, the way her hair was perfect and the dark lipstick ... she was so fucking beautiful.

Mina cleared her throat briefly when she realized that your attention was no longer on your conversation.

"You know, Miss Y / L / N, I love to watch your talented little fingers remove the thorns from the roses ..", she playfully raised an eyebrow and you couldn't help but laugh.

"How vulgar, Miss Venable .. just make sure that your girlfriend doesn't notice this, otherwise she'll get jealous ..".

You bent down briefly to get the box with the red roses from under the table. You put them on the table between you and Mina and took out the small knife to start removing the thorns.

"How was your day, honey?" You finally asked her after a minute had passed.

"Good," she said curtly.

"Good?", You looked at her grinning. "You sound like a school child who is asked how it was in school ..".

Mina shrugged her shoulders.

"I hate those idiots from my office, but that's nothing new ..".

"Imagine if I would work for you .. maybe you wouldn´t hate it so much anymore ..", you muttered while you still slid your knife over the flower stems.

"I think that wouldn't be a good idea .."

You just nodded and stared intently at the roses in front of you.

"What about the purple roses?", Your friend suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You had these roses once and never again .."

"That was a special delivery .." you explained and reached under the counter, took out the paper and wrapped the roses in it.

"But we can also make some ourselves ..".

You put the flowers in Mina's arms and looked expectantly into her confused face.

"How is that supposed to work?" She asked.

"You water white roses with purple color .."

"Should we try it sometime ..", she mumbled and you nodded.

"Listen Mina, you wait in the car and I'll finish everything here and then we can go home .."

"Sounds good .." she replied just before she turned around and strutted out of the shop.

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Her dark eyes stared at Mina in the mirror as she smoothed her blouse with her hands. Miss Venable was usually never nervous, which was because, due to her dominant demeanor, she almost always had the strings in hand when it came to dealing with other people and she didn't care how much she hurt someone with her words. But that was you, her precious little princess and what she wanted least of all was to see you sad because of her. She also knew that she couldn't win over your parents if she intimidated them.

She leaned forward to apply her dark lipstick when you stepped into the bathroom behind her and let out an impressed whistle.

"Is that the blouse you wore on our first date?" You asked, examining the silk fabric on Mina's skin.

"Yes .." she muttered.

Miss Venable's eyes watched you in the mirror while she admired how beautiful you looked in the dress you were wearing.

"My parents should just like you and not want to go to bed with you .." you said with a grin when her eyes found yours in the mirror.

"Ha ha ..", Mina made dry before she screwed the cap of her lipstick back on and turned to you.

"Are you ready?" She asked and you nodded while you smiled wryly.

"You look beautiful .." she muttered and planted a quick kiss on your temple before walking past you to leave the house.

"So to summarize again what my parents know ... or rather

what they think they know .. "you started staring out the window of the moving car.

"Well, actually they don't know anything .. I think they used to think that I had something with my best friend because he was my homecoming date .. And now they think I was single and I told them on telephone you were a good friend... "

"That sounds like it will be a very relaxed evening ..", Mina joked and you couldn't help but grin.

"I'm just afraid it might be a little too much .."

"Too much?" Mina repeated confused.

"Is it a good idea to come out and bring your girlfriend with you? Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you .."

"Well ... you have a point, but let's speculate ..", Mina said when the car stopped at a traffic light.

"How could they react?"

"So .. we have these two iconic situations: The first situation would be this "we always knew it mimimi".

The other situation would be that they will be angry ... and so angry that they don't want to see me anymore .. "you explained and Mina could hear the concern in your voice.

"Something like that is sure not going to happen ..", Mina muttered as she took her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh.

"I hope so .."

You were silent for the rest of the journey and that's why Mina decided not to say anything. Would you want her words, you would let her know.

"Here we are ..", Mina mumbled when she finally parked the car in front of your parents' modest house. She looked at you sideways and found that you were staring at the house as if you were about to start crying.

"Hey .." she cooed gently and grabbed your chin to force you to look at her.

"Everything will be fine..".

She examined your worried face and grinned when she saw that there was still a print of her lipstick on your temple.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You have my lipstick on your face ..", Mina mumbled and wiped her thumb over the print to remove it.

"And I think you don't want your parents to find out about your homosexuality that way."

"Not funny ..", you rolled your eyes.

Mina glanced at the car clock.

"We should go in, princess, we are already 5 minutes late .."

"Okay .. here we go ..", you mumbled and suddenly sounded brave as you leaned forward to press your lips against Minas for a moment.

When you both stood in front of your parents' front door and your mother opened the door for you both beaming, Mina immediately noticed the resemblance between you and your mother. This woman seemed just as straightforward as you, and you both had the same laugh. If your mom were really as carefree as you, then the evening wouldn't be complicated, Mina thought as she greeted your mother.

The first half of the evening was totally relaxed, your parents seemed to be really nice people, as far as Mina could tell.

While your mother was just as crazy as you, your father was a bit more introverted, but he had the same sense of humor as you and he was the one who cooked. A fact that somehow gave Mina hope, as it showed that your parents didn't seem to care about the old gender roles (cooking housewife and working businessman).

It was really nice. Mina, who usually had her problems with people, thought she might really like your parents at some point. they didn't ask private questions, didn't let an awkward silence reign, and were totally open-hearted people.

And yet she felt how nervous you were while you were sitting next to her at the dining table and trying to choke the food down even though you were probably extremely sick. Usually you played with your fingers when you were nervous or excited, but since your hands were holding the cutlery, it was your leg that was pushing off the floor all the time. And it was Mina who then, invisible to your parents, put her hand on your knee to calm you down.

It was around 9 o'clock when the four of you ran out of conversation and it was you who finally broke the silence.

"Well uhm, I actually came to tell you something .." you said and your voice sounded thick. Immediately all pairs of eyes were focused on you and Mina tensed her hand on your thigh to show you that she was there.

"Oh yeah?" Your mom asked confused before you nodded.

"Well, you always wanted me to be in a relationship with someone .." you continued and stared lost at the half-empty wine glass in front of you.

"And surprise..I'm in a relationship .."

"Oh really?", Mina could see your mother's eyes starting to glow and she wondered if the whole thing was really a good idea.

"Yes ..".

"Who is he?" Asked your father.

"Well uhm she's sitting right next to me ..".

Mina closed her eyes for a moment when she felt the confused looks of your parents on her. For a few seconds no one said anything and she felt you start to slide back and forth on your chair.

"Oh ..", Your mom finally pounded when she understood what you were talking about.

Mina opened her eyes again and stared into the flame of the candle that was on the table.

"You and Wilhemina ..?", Your mom looked confused between Mina and you.

"We've been together for almost a year .." you added and Mina heard your voice break at the end.

"What does being together mean?" Your mom asked sharply.

"She is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend like best friend?"

"No, girlfriend like i love her ..", you muttered and looked carefully at Mina who smiled gently at you while she rubbed your thigh.

"Does that mean that you .....?", Your mother stared at you with her eyes wide open.

"I'm a lesbian, yes .." you said firmly and returned her gaze.

"Damn it .." your mom muttered and fell back into her chair.

Finally your father cleared his throat, too, who hadn't moved an inch before.

"How long have you known?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Since Highschool i guess ..".

"Since high school? Are you kidding me?" Your mom shouted angrily and Mina could feel you flinch under her hand.

"Why are you telling us this now?"

"Maybe because your most asked question to me was whether I have a boyfriend or when I will finally get one ..?" You croaked.

"Because we thought you were straight .." your mom yelled back. "If we had known that you were into women, we would never have asked such a thing .."

"I thought you'd be disappointed or something."

"Disappointed? Oh damn Y / N ..", your mother shook her head in disbelief and looked at you sadly.

"Can you say something too, Dad?" You asked after two minutes of more silence as you looked away from your mother to look at your father, who was staring at you thoughtfully.

"I uh ... so when you have a daughter, as a father, you imagine all the things your child has in store for you ..." your dad began.

"That includes the person your daughter wants to grow old with at some point and I just imagined that this person was a man and now it's a woman .. And now I need a few seconds to turn this man into one woman .. if you understand.."

"Okay ..." you replied quietly.

"You know, at the same time I wonder if I have said anything homophobic in all the years of your childhood that could have scared you .." he continued and you nodded slowly.

"Who knows it?" Your mother suddenly asked.

"Uhm .. some friends and aunt Phoebe .."

"Aunt Phoebe?" Your mother frowned when you mentioned your aunt.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"She noticed that Mina only comes to the flower shop when I'm there and then wanted to know why .."

"My sister knows that my daughter is a lesbian and I don't know?" Your mother called, sounding reproachful.

"I was afraid that you would be angry or something .." you defended yourself.

"Y / N you're still our damn daughter .." your mother mumbled and swore again.

"No Y / N, you are our daughter .." your dad interfered.

"There is no place for a  'still' because you are simply our daughter and your sexuality could never change that .. Who you love is your business and you do not need our permission .."

You stared at him and felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that .." you muttered before getting up and walking over to your dad to give him a hug.

"Thank you so much .." you whispered against the fabric of his shirt.

Suddenly you felt your mom, who had also got up, put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you from your dad's arms into hers.

And while you all played happy family, Mina was still sitting a little lost at the dining table and watching the situation in front of her. It all happened faster than expected.

In her  eyes, your father had taken it a little better than your mom, who seemed a little disappointed because you had only told them now.

"I should go to the bathroom to fix my make-up ..." you mumbled and smiled sheepishly as you withdrew from your mom's arms.

Your mother just nodded before you turned around to jump out of the room, leaving Mina alone with your parents.

"So you're a lesbian too .." said your mother, mumbling as your parents sat down again.

"I am.", Mina replied curtly and pressed her lips together.

"And is that serious between you?"

"It is."

"This is probably the moment when I should threaten to kill you if you break her heart .." joked your father.

"I'll propose to her," Mina said firmly.

"So it's really serious ..", your mother's eyes widened at Mina's words.

"It is .." repeated she.

"Well, we would be happy if you would invite us to your wedding..", your dad interjected and Mina decided at that moment that she liked your parents.

A few seconds later you were standing in the doorway and had your radiant smile back on.

"I think we should go now, Mina .." you said and Mina hummed in agreement.

"That's a good idea.."

As soon as you were outside, after hugging your parents for a long time, you jumped into the arms of your girlfriend to kiss every inch of her face.

"Jesus Y / N ..", Mina muttered, who stumbled a few steps back from your sudden attack.

"I'm such an idiot ..", you laughed. "I've been worrying for free all these years and now they have reacted so well to it ... I should have done that much earlier .."

Mina smiled as she pressed a quick kiss on your forehead.

"I'm proud of you, princess .."

"So and now ..", you shouted cockily and pulled her hand to your car.

"Now I want to get to know your mother .."

"No way..You don’t want to meet that witch ..".

----------------------

"Come on, Y / N .. you promised me .." Mina pleaded.

"But it's really cold up there and besides, I'm tired .." you replied.

It was New Year's Eve and the two of you had decided to spend the evening at your apartment and then climb onto the roof around midnight to watch the fireworks. To your surprise, it was Mina who suggested going to you, although she usually doesn't like visiting your "horror apartment".

"If you put on your winter jacket you won't be cold and besides, I'm there ..", Mina tried further.

"You know, I think the idea of ​​you as a human heater is really cute, but we could just drive to you ..".

"That wouldn't be the same."

You sighed.

"Okay ..", you mumbled and had your friend give you your coat.

Surprisingly, you found out that you were the only ones on the roof. At least you couldn't see any of your neighbors when you went over the roof to your self-made bed.

It was currently 11:37 pm and until the fireworks started at midnight you had enough time to watch the beautiful starry sky, as you always did when you were with her.

Your head was on her shoulder as always while she had an arm around you as always and was playing with your hair.

"I actually wanted to talk to you .." you mumbled after a few minutes.

"Is everything okay?", Mina asked and looked down at you worriedly.

You nodded quickly.

"Yeah .. it's just uhm, you know I love the flower shop, but I don't think that's what I want to do for the rest of my life ..".

"No?"

"No ..", you said. "That's why I'll catch up on my school leaving certificate and then probably study something ..".

"Thats great, princess .." Mina smiled gently at you.

"And what do you want to study?"

"History .. I guess and then I'd like to work as a professor .. At schools or colleges .." you mumbled.

"Professor sounds hot," said Mina and you had to laugh.

"The good thing is that when I study I can still live with you."

"Yes?"

"Yep .." you nodded. "We have a college in town, in case you forgot .. and if they take me, I don't have to move to campus ..".

"That would be great ..", Mina muttered and glanced at her watch.

11:52

"In 10 minutes it will be ready ..".

"Ouhh, we should stand by the railing .." you said before you jumped up and stretched your arm to help Mina up.

"Well ..", you began as you clung to the railing of the roof and leaned forward a little so that Mina was afraid you would fall off the roof at any moment.

"Josh lives back there ..", you explained and pointed with an outstretched finger at another tower block. "He is the brother of a friend of mine. He makes a lot of fireworks with his friends every year. Then my neighbors, the Andrews, who are not there today for whatever reason, always let a lot of fireworks rise from our roof, even though it is actually is forbidden .. And then there are all the people on the street who bring their fireworks .. ".

You stared at a group of people who were standing on the corner of the street in front of the bakery and were already setting off fireworks

"It occurred to me, I think Josh broke his leg and can't even go on the roof .." you mumbled with a frown and Mina hummed in agreement, not even listening to you.

As your eyes wandered over the city, hers glued to you and looked at you lovingly. She looked at her watch one more time (11:55) and took a short breath before reaching into the pocket of her coat to feel the velvet-covered can with her fingers.

You didn't even notice it when you were still happy watching other people's fireworks

"Okay, Y / N .. I'm not good at this, but I'll try my best, okay?" Mina said suddenly and you looked at her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We've been together for almost a year and I have no regrets, except for one small thing .."

"Oh yeah?" You frowned as she continued.

"About a year ago you asked me in the evening, if I believed in love at first sight and I told you, that I generally don't believe in love and that was actually a lie. So it was true somewhere, I didn't believe in love until the moment I walked into your little flower shop and saw you cut your finger because of your lack of concentration.

You know how much I hate people, but with you it's different..I can't hate you and I never could hate you and I hope that you understand that between all the 'hate' I try to explain to you how much I love you .. because I do and I have no idea what I would do without you, I would probably just be a bitter old woman .. ", she finished and grinned when she saw you roll your eyes.

"I hope you're not mad at me, because I can't get down on my knees because of my handicap .." she mumbled and took out the small velvet box to hold it towards you.

"But do you want to marry me?"

You stared at her in shock.

"Shit, that wasn't a joke?"

"Does that mean no?", Mina frowned.

"God no! I'm just- Oh damn, Mina, of course I want to marry you ..", you grabbed her face between your hands and pulled her close to kiss her tightly.

"This is going to be great .." your eyes lit up as you pulled back.

"I already have so many ideas for the wedding, I'll take your name and all that .. Y / N Venable sounds amazing, change my mind.. and then I'll move in to your house and then I can catch up with school and maybe one day we'll adopt a lot of children from poor countries..".

"Slowly, Y / N ..", Mina laughed and took your hand to slide the ring onto your finger.

"We still have enough time to plan, let's celebrate New Year's Eve now, please..”

"God, it is beautiful .." you muttered, staring at the silver ring on your finger. Mina smiled as she leaned over to press her lips against your forehead.

"Happy new year, princess .."

"Happy new year, my dear future-wife.."

[golbrocklovely]

i'm just gonna do an overall reaction to amber's new video with colby, bc i have so many thoughts lol

a lot of these are gonna be random and possibly all over the place, but i just want to say them so, ignore them if they don't make full sense.

colby talking about getting cancelled on twitter... too real.

idk why but his hair looked red-ish brown to me the whole video. it was really nice and all i want now if for him to dye his hair red again.

i love the fact that colby knows he's causing drama by doing these videos with amber. something about him knowing he's both pisses ppl off and getting them to talk about him is fucking hilarious to me. him saying 'you know we're gonna make a bunch of 13 year olds shit bricks' is one of the funniest things he said in the video. like at one point amber was saying 'sorry for the tiktok porn' and colby literally responded with 'you know they love it' and smirking?????

for a man that don't like drama, he definitely loves stirring the pot. and honestly... it's kinda hot.

also i just quickly realized that colby still has the banner up in his room from knj's video that says 'you are amazing' on it. that's really cute :)

so for the first tiktok, i love that amber weirdly has to teach colby to be domineering and sexy. like... this is the same man that apparently loves to be dominant in bed.

and i just realized that he never replaced the one earring that he took out on accident when he was taking off his shirt. he does know he could go to fucking claires and get matching black studs right??? this man spends MONEY on clothes, but can't buy matching earrings lmao

COLBY STOP STRAIGHTENING YOUR HAIR IT'S NOT 2007 ANYMORE AND WE LIKE IT WHEN IT'S CURLY GODDAMNIT

amber calling colby's dad daddy... im ded

second tiktok, loved it. no complaints. it was an adorable video highkey.

third tiktok.... i'm gonna be honest: i'm fucking dead after it. in the ground currently. no longer alive.

first question i have, why are his handcuffs so fucked up? like, how often you using them that the fluff is now coming off?? 👀👀👀 also, personally, if i was amber, i wouldn't touch those things with a ten foot pole unless they are sanitized to hell and back lmao

"WAIT WHERE ARE YOUR HANCUFFS?" "oh i think they're in here." colby don't lie you know they're in that drawer sksksks

so in the first half, them just goofing off and what not, that was so funny. i never realized how much it took to film those types of tiktoks and whatnot. or at least how serious they both take them.

the outtakes: i want to see them. i want to see colby (most likely) moaning while sliding down the wall """sexily""". i need that in my life right now plz and thx

now the second half... i just want to note that if i wasn't bisexual already, i would definitely be now.

you could tell that they could feel the sexual tension right before they filmed it. and like, i could as well. i was literally clutching my pillows bc i was getting nervous and anxious. when colby put the handcuffs on her, i was fucking losing it.

and idk if colby planned to do the pull her up by her chin thing, but when he did it, i about fucking astral projected.

AMBER TURNING THE VIDEO OFF SO FAST OMG

and then when they were filming after the tiktok, colby's face was so red !!! they were both so embarrassed at how sexual it was in that moment.

this whole situation (in my mind) proved that they are nothing more than friends. bc if they had been together in a sexual way before, they wouldn't be embarrassed to do something like that with each other.

regardless that at the end of the day it's none of our business, but still.

also possibly weird question but why does colby still have his retainer if he doesn't need it or wear it anymore?? like, he could have gotten rid of it at this point, i assume.

then when colby got offended at her saying these tiktoks were taking a long time (but not that she wasn't enjoying the time with him), his face change was so funny.

and the fourth one, i can't wait to see, i'm very curious what it's gonna be. i'm assuming something along the vain of the others, so probably sexual and fanbase craziness ensuing lol

random quotes:

'i'm coming🥺'

'mY eYeS dOn'T lIkE vItAmIn D vErY mUcH'

'i love vitamin d' 'of course you like the d'

'you know this about to be boob galore, right'

'are you ready? let me sit on your head.' 'ALRIGHT.'

'no harnesses, huh.' 'maybe not that. maybe we save that for another channel'

'should we do a belt?' 'yeah ;) WAIT WHERE ARE THE HANDCUFFS?!'

'you look like a teacher *clears throat* that's about to teach their students a lesson if you know what i'm saying' 'you wanna learn something?' 'yeah'

'if you wanna start it, i'll come out of the closet. *points at camera* dOn'T tAkE tHaT tHe WrOnG wAy'

'you gonna get my goddamn retainer in that shot? jesus chRIST'

'would you do this with another one of your fuCKING boyfriends on youtube?' 'never.' 'okay fine.'

'okay, how's that for bts?' 'bt-? oh ThAT's My FaVoRiTe BaNd'

[lemonietrinket]

Cosiest Place on Earth ||| Kun x Reader

Summary: Where Kun is relaxing in peace, and a certain someone decides its a prime time to ‘annoy’ him  Genres: Sickly sweet fluff, plus some humour Warnings: Tiny bit of scary but it’s not actually anything scary (if that make sense) Word count: 1259 Song: Heart Flutter - W24 AN: an edit of an old piece revamped to—hopefully—a much higher standard. reading the original wasnt.... painful but it wasnt exactly fun either :/ im so sorry guys for subjecting you to my writing back then

gender neutral reader

~~~

The night was oddly still, a starless sky beckoning darkness across the thin face of the moon, an icy wind trickling through the smallest gap in the window behind a set of closed curtains, encouraging them to breathe in the shadows. Despite this, Kun was soaking up the peace.

He loved his groupmates, he really did. They were extremely talented, funny and, on the whole, easy to get along with people. They were annoying sometimes yes, but they mostly did as they were told, and after hearing from other leaders at the award shows, he realised he could have had it a whole lot worse. However, the thing they were best at was reminding him of how precious some true quiet really was.

And so, as soon as they all became preoccupied with some new racing game he hadn’t been paying enough attention to remember the name of, he leapt at the chance. Cut to now, and Kun was curled up in his bed, buried neatly under three blankets to combat the cold that had defeated the radiator. He had shuffled himself into the corner of his bed, as close to the hushed lamp as he could get without the bulb blinding him from the gap in the very top of the shade, and bundled the covers beneath his feet to keep in as much warmth as possible. Book in hand, his eyes trickled across the page, occasionally having to jump back as soon as he caught his thoughts scattering. 

He wasn’t used to the silence and it showed. As much as he relished in a small period of it, he couldn’t ignore the gnaw of unprovoked concern. His life and the ones of those around him were so hectic that as soon as that chaos stopped it felt like something had gone wrong.

He had been about to sigh when a creak from the door stopped him mid breath. Leaning to get a clearer look, hands slipping the bookmark between the pages as he went, he felt his eyes widen as an abnormal fear etched itself inside his stomach. 

Between the gap approached a figure from the dark. It had pointed head and disproportionately long arms, with strangely hackled shoulders and no face to speak of. It approached so uneasily, and Kun was already glancing at the window so as to be ready if he needed to make an escape, until the creature’s foot reached the light’s boundary. 

He recognised that leg. 

“Y/N…!” he groaned, flopping back into the cushions behind his back and shoving his book to the side.

You came to a halt proudly in the light, staring at him confusedly from where you’d tightened the hood of your stolen jumper around your face. “What?”

“You scared me, love…!” 

“Huh?” You looked down at the layers you had put on to try and fight the cold before turning back to take in just how dark the rest of the room. You couldn’t help but giggle as you continued to make your way to your boyfriend, “Oh, I’m sorry…!”

He scoffed, watching as you came to the side of the bed. “Pssh, no you’re not.” 

“I am!” you whined, beginning to clamber across the mattress. Your destination? The cosiest place on earth.

Kun shook his head as he carefully began to lift the blankets up for you to join, chuckling as you finally reached him and immediately burrowed into his side while he tucked the blankets around you. “Cold?”

“Nope, wearing hoodies like this is just part of my new fashion statement,” you sassed, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you before you linked your cold legs with his, much to his dismay.

He yelped at the contact, kicking the blankets around your feet even more. “You are so lucky that I’m such a good boyfriend.”

You just laughed, nestling your nose further into his neck and releasing your hands from your sweater paws. Unfortunately for him they weren’t much warmer, and he practically shrieked as you clutched at his jumped beneath the covers.

“Jesus, Y/N—!”

“Are you though?” you slyly enquired. “A good boyfriend?”

“You think I’m not?”

You hummed. “Well, last time I checked good boyfriends can tell the difference between a cryptid and the best thing that has ever happened to them.”

His laughter was soft and rich, and it thrummed by your ear—immediately coaxing your smile into a full blown grin. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, huh?” he murmured, gentle hand easing your hood open and off to free your hair from its confines, just so he could ease it between his fingertips. “You’d better keep it down when you say that, I don’t think it would end well if the other’s found out.” 

You snickered, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck before settling back down again. Kun knew you could hear how his heart skipped a beat at you and how precious you were, and he didn’t care a single bit. Pulling the covers further up so you would be warm enough, he traced his thumb across your temple, smiling as your eyes closed happily. The two of you dipped into a momentary quiet—not an uncommon occurrence between the two of you, as comfortable silence really was its own blessing—but it wasn’t long before you spoke up coyly. 

“Kun?”

“Yes, love?”

“Would you still love me if I was a cryptid?”

His love-swarmed gaze didn’t change. “Of course I would,” he said, “but please don’t go out there and get yourself turned into one. And if you are one, well… you better tell me if you are, yeah?”

You chuckled, though he noticed the ease of tiredness in your voice. “I would tell you, baby, and I’m not, I promise.”

“Sounds like something a cryptid would say,” he whispered, smile simpering upon his lips at your sleepy one. You were too adorable for him to fully comprehend in words. “Would you like some music?”

You hummed a no, and so he reached for his book from where he had discarded it by his thigh, careful to not disturb you. “I’ll read again, if that’s ok?”

He had expected a little backlash perhaps, since it would mean you wouldn’t be able to have a hand stroking your arm—the shock, the horror! Kun had to admit, then, that he was surprised when you managed to work up the rest of your energy to ask, “Read to me?”

Opening the book as best he could with one hand and placing the bookmark on the bedside table, his heart swelled at your words.

“Of course,” he replied, planting a kiss to your crown, before he turned back to the paper, words much clearer to him now. 

“Hundreds of fireflies drifted over the pool of water held back by the sluice gate, their hot glow reflected in the water like a shower of sparks. I closed my eyes and steeped myself in that long-ago darkness. I heard the wind with unusual clarity. A light breeze swept past me, leaving strangely brilliant trails in the dark. I opened my eyes to find the darkness of the summer night a few degrees deeper than it had been. I twisted open the lid of the jar and took out the firefly...”

With the warmth long seeped throughout your body, cradled in the arms of the man you knew would love you through thick and thin, it wasn’t long before the words dissipated into the air, as his tender voice lulled you into sleep.

~~~

an: book excerpt is in italics and is not mine! its from a book called Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami that i really recommend you read, if you are ok with very strong themes. i studied it for my english literature coursework and i didnt hate it once! even through all that rereading and stuff so.. yeah :))

if you enjoy please leave a comment or reblog with hashtags or drop something in my asks i dont mind sksksk they really help me keep want to write! 

Masterlist

[liberolove]

Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going. 

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied, 

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages. 

You opened up the first message. 

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell. 

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons? 

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try. 

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet. 

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him.. 

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. 

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting. 

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled. 

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings. 

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite!  I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike. 

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered. 

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger. 

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly. 

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

[lordseochangbin]

blinding love

for @staythot thank you for requesting this ahhh im so soft now 🥺🥺🥺🥺

there was nothing like the constant buzzing of your phone in the morning. most of them came from your friends, no one knowing your relationship with changbin came out to the public. 

“holy shit.” changbin adruptedly said, disturbing you from your slumber. 

you wiped your sleepy eyes in the morning as your sight started to clear, facing a very concerned changbin next to you. in seconds, his phone’s ringing and he’s out of the bed talking to his manager. you pick up your phone to check the news, your phone wiped with messages from the public.

twitter--

username1: ew? who is this d********* dating my manz?

user2: i thought changbin had taste-- 

user3: man bitches be hating on changbin’s new hoe. thats me. bitches.

tears start to brim from the corners of your eyes. in other cases, you have been able to handle negative thoughts. but from seeing three hateful tweets towards you in a row, you could only wonder what other people were saying.

changbin came rushing towards you, jumping on the bed and into your arms. 

“baby.. put the phone away” he said, his chin resting on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“changbin? how can i when people are saying this?!” you turned the phone around, changbin’s eyes glowing at the words of his fans. 

“come on.. you know what they’re saying isn’t true. give me that” changbin grabs the phone out of your hands, throwing it across the room and you could hear a small ‘tud!’ as it hits the floor. 

“changbin!” 

“what…? baby, it’s just you and me okay?” he assures you, placing a kiss on your forehead before caging you against the pillows and brushing his nose with yours. 

“now how about some breakfast?” he asks with a smile before carrying you off the bed and onto the kitchen counter.

the smell of scrambled eggs and toasted bread fills the room. at first, changbin insisted that he cook this time but after seeing his attempts at cracking eggs you knew it would be until noon when you finally ate. you easily cracked the eggs open for him, pouring it into a saucepan and stirring it with a spatula. 

you were accompanied by changbin, who took the easy task of toasting bread and playing some music. 

changbin sang to a zico song, toast in his hand as he “ballerina” twirled up and down your small apartment kitchen. you giggled when he stopped his twirling to feed you a piece of toast.

“you’re such a geek” you giggled as you took a bite out of his hand. the whole moment felt like a scene from a cute movie until changbin got a phone call from his manager, stopping the music on this bluetooth speaker and bringing you both to reality.

“i’ll be right back princess~” he said, engulfing the whole piece of toast in his mouth before going to the room and answering the call.

you stared at the saucepan, unconsciously stirring the eggs around as your mind wandered to the comments from this morning. how were you two going to handle this?

all the questions were put aside when your back was met by changbin’s chest, a few kisses placed on your neck as he turned off the stove.

“you got a facetime call from your little sister, want to answer it?” he handed you your phone as you nodded your head and answered the call.

“ew, do you guys ever keep your hands off each other?”

“yes!” you replied on top of changbin’s “no!”, your contrasting responses making both your mother and your sister laugh over the phone.

“well sorry to break the mood but i think i should show you guys the situation..”

“what situation?” you asked before your sister could face the camera towards the mob of people outside your house carrying signs that reflected the terrible comments about you online.

“oh my god…” changbin gasped, ending the call as you slammed the phone on the counter. 

“changbin! is this really how it’s going to be with your fans?” you asked as he held your hands in his.

“no..no look baby we’re going to end this once and for all. put this on” he said, taking off his hoodie and putting it on you.

a few minutes passed before the two of you were in front of changbin’s phone, propped against a table topper on your coffee table as you two ate your scrambled eggs and toast. 

starting the vlive!

[darkrapperbinnie is going live! : with my babie <3333]

“stays! how are you guys doing?” he asked with a smile, “today i have a special guest~”

you tried your best to look away from the comments during his vlive broadcast. 

“i want you to know stays, this girl.. she means a lot to me” your eyes popped at his words, choking on your piece of toast as he handed you his orange juice

“shit babe, are you okay?” he chuckled, patting you back as you tried to cough at the piece of toast stuck in your throat.

the comments started to fill with laughter:

stayyeyeyeyeyeyyeet: LMFAO did she just choke on bread she be a clown too sksksks

changbinhotsexyrapper: h-he just called her babe oh my god this is too adorable

whyischanblondeagain696969: wait they’re actually vv cute together im <33

“no, no i’m fine! just keep going with what you were saying” you chuckled, wiping your lips with his hoodie as he continued on..

“well stays, i just want to let you know this heart of mine has a couple places okay? i have a special place for my family, for stray kids, for stays, and most importantly--for the love of my life” he said to the camera with a smile, placing a hand on your thigh

you were quick to place your hand on top of his, tears forming from his words. “a-and i like him too, i love him” you replied with a chuckle, “so i was hoping stays, we could share this triangle headass.. i promise i’ll be good to him”

“bet, i wouldn’t be eating breakfast right now if it wasn’t for her” changbin responded

your eyes glowed when you noticed the maknae line join the broadcast. “look, it’s the dweebs” changbin whispered to you, making you laugh despite the nervousness

felixhaswashboardabs [official]: my favorite couple :))

seungminspuppytalk [official]: did he just call us dweebs?!

dramallamahyunjinnnnie [official]: bruh you went live without me...

you two started to laugh at the comments, smiling to each other in content as changbin’s fans started to like your personality. 

“anyways stays, expect more from the two of us. i’ll be going live with this silly girl for now on” he says, using his hands to ruffle your hair

“stop it!” you say, swapping his hand away 

“noooooo” changbin opens his arms to give you the biggest hug, attacking you with kisses and forgetting about the live camera in front of you

foxiejeonginnieee [official]: TURN IT OFF!! HYUNG!! TURN IT OFFFFF

jisungisnotreallyasquirrel [official]: OH MY GOD MY EYES HHHH

whew. the comments from the fans, aside from stray kids, started to change and you realized maybe you could make the most out of this.

changbin’s fans would start to become your friends, and changbin himself would be your boyfriend for life~

[sunshinepixels]

all of them for adri because i love her (*^ω^*)

I consider it bullying that you asked me for all of them... but I’ll let it slide this time sksksks thank you for asking me fr fr tho  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) this is late as heck but im the worst with answering asks even if i begged for them fdkhkd

1. Do they laugh at their own jokes?

Yes and the thing is she’s not that funny but thinks she’s hilarious

2. What does their laugh sound like?

I think her laugh is loud and comes from her core

3. What does their voice sound like?

She has a sweet voice that's relatively high.

4. What side of the bed do they sleep on?

All of it. If someone else is on the bed... no they’re not. It’s her bed.

5. Are they a light sleeper?

She wasn’t originally but ever since Avery she is, any sound on the baby monitor makes her jump up

6. Do they have any frequent / recurring dreams?

No but a lot of her nightmares take place in her middle school

7. Do they sleep with their socks on?

She’s not a freak so no kdksdjsdjk

8. Are they a morning or a night person?

Morning

9. What do they do to relax?

When she needs to relax she likes spend time with her friends, just talk and indulge in their presence while doing anything. It’s relaxing for her to be around the people she loves. She used to curl up on her grandparents laps to relax and they’d tell her stories from their childhood but uh... not anymore

10. Are they very highly strung?

Not too much, their are certain things she’s sensitive about but most things she’s chill about

11. Are they easy going?

Yup, she is pretty easy going and easy to get along with

12. What are they like when they’re angry?

Impulsive af and very childish not gonna lie. She’ll mostly ignore you because that’s what she learned from emulating her grandmother.

13. How often do they shower?

Every day lol

14. How organized are they?

Not at all, she’s a wreck

15. Do they keep track of their calendar?

She tries... it doesn’t always work

16. Do they have a diary or a journal?

No but she could really benefit from

17. Are they on any medication?

She’s on vyvanse but that’s it

18. Do they suffer from any illnesses?

Nope

19. Do they get sick easily?

Nope

20. Would it take much to knock them out?

Nope lol

21. Do they have a high pain tolerance?

No, she’s broken enough bones now that she’s grown tough skin

22. What’s the quickest way to upset them?

Implying that she’s not a good christian girl probably

23. What is the thing that makes them most uncomfortable?

Talking about things like sex out loud bc she thinks it’s very taboo

24. How do they act when they’re upset?

It depends. If she’s sad, she’ll cry and seek out the people she loves. If she’s mad she is a little more impulsive with her actions and often does thing she regrets later.

25. How does your character cry?

If she’s crying you know she’s crying a lot. Never just one tear its always waterworks, runny nose, sobs, the whole meal lol

26. Is your oc happy with their life?

Everything is going wrong right now so she’s having a hard time being happy. She tries though.

27. Will they have a happy ending?

umm.... NO, why would i let her be happy?

28. What would they change about their life?

She would change the way her grandparents see her

29. Do they have a comfort food?

Flan or cake.

30. Do they drink alcohol?

She did like twice, but she doesn’t plan on continuing.

31. What are they like when they’re drunk?

She’s even more affectionate and impulsive than when she’s sober

32. What are their eating habits like?

I think she eats either super healthy or eats only trash there’s no in between. She has a complicated relationship with food and body image so usually she tries to eat as healthy as she can as well as keeping “bad” food to a minimum. But when she’s having a rough time she tends to fall back into her old eating habits where all she wants is junk food.

33. If left to their own devices would they forget to eat / shower etc. ?

No she’s pretty good at taking care of herself uwu she might forget to take her medicine though

34. How would they spend their day if left alone with no responsibilities?

I think if she was alone with no responsibilities she’d take a long nap first and foremost. Then she would do play video games or shop or catch up on her fave TV shows

35. How do they generally have their hair?

She usually wears her hair straightened because she’s very used to it since her grandmother couldn’t deal with her curly hair growing up.

36. How do they usually dress?

Very girly, soft, and modest. She likes dresses and skirts and blouses. She’s not that big on jeans anymore.

37. Do they have a signature look?

Her signature is a dress. She loves dresses. Not only that but she typically wears small heels too.

38. Do they have any odd personality traits?

I don't think so lol

39. What’s the weirdest habit they have?

I don't think she has any

40. Have they ever been involved in a scandal?

Nope :>

41. Have they ever committed a crime?

underage drinking she regrets it but that's about it

42. Would they hurt the few to save the many?

I think that she would just die herself lol she would not want to make tht kind of decision

43. What could be generally associated with them?

Princesses, butterflies, pink, anything that seems cutesy

44. Have they got any close friends?

She has a few, she’s very friendly so it’s not hard for her to make friends. Her closest friends are Kit and Damien.

45. Do they like public displays of affection?

Yesss !!! She will hug her s/o in public and kiss them (but only chastely and with plenty of room for Jesus skskssk !!!!)

46. Would they ever like to get married?

If you asked her a year ago she would be hesitant, but today she would say yes at a drop of a hot... only if it was to Atlas though.

47. What is their ‘type’?

Assholes When it comes to looks she falls for the tall, dark, and handsome type. She is pretty open to looks as long as she thinks they’re attractive and if they have a nice smile. Personality wise she likes men who are kind (ironic considering the man she was in love with the longest), confident, and funny.

48. Have they ever been in a serious relationship?

Only one !! With Atlas. He was her first boyfriend ever and the father of her children. Currently, they’re engaged.

49. How easily do they get attached to things?

Very easily !!! Everything she has is sentimental basically

50. What is the thing that would hurt the most if they lost it?

She already lost the love and respect of her grandmother and it was the one thing she knew would hurt the most. It hurts even worse than she expected it to. But now, she’s very scared of completely losing her babies or her relationship with her fiancee.