#let me have this okay I’m gonna be cocky and confident just this once then I’ll get it out of my system

[doveboycreature]

I actually should be cockier maybe. I do know I’m really really hot. Last time I went to a gay club i actually saw heads turning. Like I think I’m the person people don’t hit on because they think I’m out of their league. When I post a pic of me on instagram it gets literally double the likes. I can think of at least 10 people irl who I know have a crush on me. Plus my art is amazing and I’m incredible at every medium I try and everyone I know loves me!!!

[arminsumi]

“you’re short”

“okay? so put some inches in me”

-

all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo 😭

we’re going to ignore that i’ve only seen one ep of jjk and i’m already requesting smut over it ☠️

OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?

💗 GOJO さとる

[ Note ] : 🥵😳 what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that 👍 also u n me are so small compared to him 🫠 also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes 😭😭

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught

[ Playme ] : XXX

"You're so short."

"Okay, so put some inches in me."

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I would, actually."

"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"

"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."

Big boy...? 😳

Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.

But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.

And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.

"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked up—"

"—oh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"

"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.

"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.

His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.

She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.

When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;

"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"

"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.

"About what?"

"About what you look like naked."

You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.

"What?" he raises a brow.

"You're so ridiculous."

Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.

He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.

"Wanna repeat that for me?"

Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.

He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.

"Uh—" you get flustered.

"—haha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).

"I thought you were gonna—" you begin disappointedly.

Satoru cuts you off.

"—do something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.

"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.

Fuck.

My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?

"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.

He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.

"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"

He nearly chokes.

Wow. What? She actually just said that?

"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.

"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"

"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.

Fuck.

He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.

"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.

Please say it.

The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.

"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.

He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.

"... fuck me."

Something just snaps inside him right there.

He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his history—

—er, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.

He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock 😌

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Seventh Time's The Charm

Rydal Keener x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 1: Overstimulation

Summary: Rydal keeps asking you out.

A/N: Thank you so, so, so much @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading and helping out with this one!

Warnings: bit of a brat Rydal, overstimulation, hand jobs, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1066

Rydal had been a mess since you started. He’s asked you out a grand total of seven times in all.

The first had been a subtle, casual thing. Him leaning against the table running a hand through his hair in a manner that was causal personified but reeked of careful planning. He had suggested a date, as if he had been doing you a favour.

But had smiled when you politely declined, seeming as if he was expecting it, used to the casual ask getting a fifty percent success rate.

The second time however was more sincere, a slightly bigger thing. He put some effort into it. When you declined again he hadn’t smiled straight away. The flash of shock across his face was almost comical. He obviously wasn’t used to being turned down when he tried. 

The third had been jokey, the fourth a little mean, the fifth was showy and dramatic, and the sixth had been sweet. And you’d almost said yes.

The seventh had been whiney.

“What’s it gonna take for you to go on a date with me?” He’d pouted, trying to put a friendly jokey edge to his tone, but it didn’t work.

You had snorted, “Why are you so desperate for me to say yes?” You knew the answer already of course, he wasn’t used to being told no.

“Why do you keep saying no?” He’d retorted, crossing his arms. “I know you like me.”

“So?” You’d grinned.

“So?” He’d given you the most exasperated look you’d ever seen, his eyes narrowing slightly and, his jaw all but dropping. “So when people like each other they go out.” He’d blurted out incredulously. 

“Why?”

He’d glared at you and you’d laughed.

“Look, Rydal, you’ve got plenty of people just begging for your attention– to go on a date with you, why don’t you ask them?”

He’d sighed dramatically, “I want to go out with you, not them.”

“You’ll go out with me once and then you’ll be going out with them the next day,” you’d shrugged, there’s no anger in your voice, just matter of fact. “Just cut out the first step.”

His pout somehow became even more pronounced. “I’m not like that, that’s not what this is.”

“Rydal,” you’d given him a look, “come on, I’m not an idiot and I’m not trying to shame you or saying it’s a bad thing, I’m just saying that’s what you want.” You’d shrugged again. “I’m not so interested in it.”

“It’s not… I’m not…” He fumbled a little with his words, trying and failing to find the right one while a hint of pink brushed his cheeks. “I’m not some whore.”

You hadn’t been able to help but giggle at his turn of phrase. “I’m not saying you are.” You’d bantered lightly. 

“You implied it. Implied I was just after sex.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I–…”

“Come on– the only reason you’re so interested in me is because I’ve said no.” You’d said as you sat back in your chair, raising your eyebrows. 

“Really?” 

“That’s not true.”

“I’ll prove it.” 

You’d paused then. “Okay.”

.

He’d taken you out on a nice date, casual. Correctly guessing that you wouldn’t be overly impressed by anything unnecessarily showy.

And you’d seen the not so subtle smirk on his face when you’d agreed to come back to his, the cocky attitude when he’d opened his front door, the way he’d lent in for a kiss believing that he’d won you over completely.

But now that he was underneath you, his hands tied to the headboard with his own belt, his shirt open and his trousers and boxers shoved down to his ankles all while you were still fully dressed, his trademark self confidence was nowhere to be seen.

He squirmed, trying to buck his hips as you jacked him off quickly. “Ah, baby, fuck!” He screwed up his eyes, failing to keep his moans as quiet as possible.

You shifted your weight ever so slightly as you sat on his thighs so that you were pressing firmer on his legs, forcing him to stay still.

“Please, shit, please,” he begged, his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

Sweat beaded in his hairline, along his collarbone. Part of you was desperate to lean down, to suck and bite at his skin, but you’d contain that urge for now.

He whined your name, his eyes rolling back as he groaned and pressed his head into the pillow. His arms tense as he pulled at the belt around his wrists.

His cock throbbed in your hand, velvety soft and warm as you pushed him closer and closer towards the edge. 

You could see why he was so confident. Other than his pretty face, long lashes and low, soft voice, he had an impressive dick. Thick and weighty with a slight curve that you knew would feel just wonderful to have inside.

“Please, please, can I touch you? Please–” he swallows, gulping in air, “can, can, oh god, I’m gonna come, please, you need to-” He gasps, surprised by his sudden orgasm. His toes curl as he comes, his back arching off the mattress as he spurts all over his stomach and your hand.

His needy moans are music to your ears, high pitched and breathy as he just collapses into pleasure, lets it wash all over him like warm soothing water.

You slow your hand, but don’t stop. You pump him languidly, long strokes now well lubricated by his cum.

He hisses, squirming a little, trying to move away from your touch. He softens slightly, his cock twitching and still half hard.

“Fuck,” he breathes in a shaky breath, looking up at you with large, watery eyes. “I, oh god, you made me come so hard. You’re,” he hisses, but bucks up into your hand. “You’re not gonna stop are you?” There’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

You shake your head. “How many times did you ask me out?” You say softly, injecting a slight boredom into your tone. 

“I… erm… fuck…” He rolls his hips up to you, groaning as you pick up the pace.

“Seven, Rydal.”

“Seven?”

You hum an affirmative. “So I’m gonna make you come seven times, since you’re so desperate to have me.”

His eyes go wide, his cheeks flush. But there’s a smile on his lips and he nods rapidly. “Yes, god, yes please.”

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[rafesbunny]

shy - r.c 🎀 pt.2!!!

where rafe meets shy r at her dads business party

despite your best efforts to leave rafe by making up excuses like, “i’m pretty tired, gonna go to bed,” or “think i heard my mom call me for me” and even, “i should probably go see if my dog needs more water” you were still stuck with him. the party had gone on longer than you expected and you had now ended up on one of your balcony’s sitting on a sofa with rafe as he nursed a beer, and you a glass of vodka and cranberry. you were nothing short of grateful for the drink in your hand as the boy bombarded you with a handful of questions. he claimed he wanted to “get to know you better” which was understandable as no one really knew you. he started off with simple questions like, “what do you get up to” and feeling more confident from the drinks you’ve had you started to ramble on about your niche interests, but quickly you became embarrassed of your rant and looked away and muttered, “sorry” rafe half heartedly laughed, “hey, what did i tell you earlier, huh?” which promptly stopped your apologies.

however as the night progressed, and rafe got more cocky, his questions became more personal. he asked, “have you ever slept with anyone before?” he knew the answer of corse. you were untouchable, one, because all the boys knew they’d never get your fathers approval, and two, because it was almost like you didn’t exist in kildare. no one ever saw you at parties or outside of school, no one had ever even gotten the chance to hold hands with you. the shock from the question sobered you up quickly, and you quickly adopted back that demure demeanour as you stuttered out, “oh- well… i’ve- basically-” unsure on how to admit your a virgin, you knew it wasn’t a bad thing but it was painfully embarrassing to admit to rafe. someone you knew had got around. you heard the stories from the other girls in the hallways. though rafe didn’t seem to care, instead he gently put his arm on you shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile, “it’s okay if you haven’t” he said cutting you off. you held eye contact for a while, before you got up, “i really should be going, my dads probably worried where i am” which was stupid, you were at a party and your house. in all honesty, you were too flustered to be around rafe and needed to leave. but once again, preventing you from leaving, rafe grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down, “relax, he knows i’m with you, he trusts me. ‘m sorry if i made you uncomfortable” he told you. as you got more comfortable in your seat, you whispered, “ s’okay”.

as much as you hate to admit it, your night with rafe was pretty enjoyable, when he wasn’t being a cocky jerk, he could be funny and sweet. a good friend. but as it got later, the temperature started to drop, and the little dress you were wearing wasn’t doing much to keep you warm. you tried to suck it up and get on with it, but you let out a little shiver that rafe noticed, “you cold?” he asked in a caring manor. not wanting to cause a fuss you told him you were fine. but he didn’t buy it and took off his heavy, expensive black blazer and draped it on your shoulders. deciding to act on the moment he moved to sit even closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his warm body and gently rubbed the side of your arm. you sat like that for a few moments in silence, unsure on what to do next, and almost as if your body had a mind of its own it snuggled closer to rafes side. holding you tighter, he was the first to break the silence, “you okay now?” his tone was gentle and his voice sounded like pure honey. however, you were unable to answer, because just as quickly as the moment started, it was over. broken up by the sound of ward calling for rafe. “shit, gotta go home” rafe said as he stood up and made his way to the door but not before stopping, “i’ll see you around, yeah?” heart still pounded you were unable to speak, offering him a light nod and doe eyes before he disappeared, leaving you still wrapped up in his blazer.

part 3??? i hope you are enjoying this so far 💓💓💓

[sturnioloshacker]

turning tables - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by @tcvazq; lowercase intended

cw: swearing, jealous vinnie, vinnie being a dickhead, angry sex, unprotected sex, slight handjob, pussy eating, dirty talk, creampie, fluffy aftercare. this an nfsw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother

summary: trying to fuck the attitude out of an angry vinnie fails to work when he decides it’s better to fuck you dumb

“what the fuck was that guy’s problem?!”

“vin, it’s not that big of a deal! he was just being nice!”

“he was flirting with you! did you not see him staring at your lips? he wanted to kiss you!” 

“okay, now you’re being stupid. he was a nice boy who just wanted to chat.”

“god, you’re so fucking thick-headed!”

“excuse me? i’m thick-headed? okay, that’s fine.”

i storm off, unable to take any more of his attitude. i slam the door to our bedroom and into the bathroom, where i feel the tears spill from my eyes and down my cheeks. the house is silent, dead silent. like you could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. i break that silence by turning the tap on to wash my face. as i dry my face with a towel, i feel a pair of hands harshly grab my waistband of my shorts to rip them off. 

“vinnie what the fuck?! no! you don’t deserve this! if anything, i should fuck your nasty attitude out of you!”

“oh yeah? prove it then,” vinnie spat.

i push him out of the bathroom and shove him onto the bed with everything that i have. i spit on his cock and jerk him off super fast. hearing slight groans from his lips, i speed up my actions, my wrist feeling like it’s on fire from the rapid pace of me jerking him off. i feel my movements getting tired and sloppy, my wrist burning from trying to prove him that i can fuck his attitude out of him.

“give up princess?” he says, all cocky and confident in himself

“no. shut up.”

fucking dickhead. i straddle his waist and align myself over his cock. i sink down onto his cock, letting myself go all the way down until i reach the base as his tip hits my cervix. i moan at the way his cock stretches me out and the way it feels so deep and so full inside me. i start bouncing up and down really fast, trying to fuck the attitude of his him but once again, i’m met with light groans. twat. i’m growing tired of this, i give up.

“tired princess? you give up now?”

i shoot him the middle finger before i’m flipped over and thrown onto my back, legs spread and pussy out in the open air. 

“how about i fuck you dumb, maybe my attitude will go away.”

vinnie dips his head down and starts devouring me like an animal. licking, biting and sucking my clit and folds, the pleasure is too much. it feels so good, i hate it. but i love it too damn much. asshole. cute asshole. i hate him. oh fuck i love him, he’s unreal. i feel myself cumming all over his face, i wasn’t even ready to announce it yet! he wipes his mouth clean and begins jerking himself off. what a cocky bastard! he shoves his cock inside me, giving me no time to adjust as he pounds me into oblivion. 

i can’t help but moan, whine and cry out at the intense pleasure of it all. the way his cock glides through my wetness, the way his veins hit all the right spots and the way his tip hits my cervix, god it feels fucking amazing. i’m so close, i can feel my walls clench around vinnie’s cock, ready to explode all over him. 

“vinnie, i’m gonna cum, oh fuck right there don’t st- ah!”

i cum around vinnie’s cock, my juices coating him all the down to the base and down to his balls. Vinnie cums not long after, his warm load spurting inside me as it paints my walls white. he pulls out and helps me clean myself up. he sits me down on the toilet so i can do my business before helping me wash my hands, put my pyjamas on and tucking me into bed. he plays with my hair before we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

the next morning, i wake up, my head pounding and legs shaking. i think back to last night’s events and now i understand why. i go to get up out of bed but crawl back in because i can’t move. it hurts to walk. vinnie walks back in from the bathroom, smile on his face. 

“morning, princess. how’d you sleep?”

“fine. you hurt me.”

“what do you mean?”

“i can’t walk, idiot!”

“oh. sorry.”

“i guess i should apologise. i didn’t mean to make you angry. the poor guy wanted to talk.”

“no, i should apologise. i just got jealous seeing you talk to a guy that’s not me. sometimes i get scared that you’ll leave me for someone else.”

“vincent, no! i would never do that. don’t be silly! you’re mine and i’m yours.”

“good, cause now i want cuddles.”

“come here, you big goof!” i giggle, stretching my arms out for the boy in front of me.

we spend the rest of the morning cuddling, kissing and making up after last night. I think we both learnt our lessons. vinnie’s lesson being that he doesn’t have to be so jealous anymore as my eyes are on him and him only, and my lesson being don’t try and fuck the attitude out of my boyfriend as i’ll just get fucked dumb to the point where i can’t move a muscle downstairs. 

[lunicho]

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{𐙚 10:43} l. anton + l. sohee

♡ 3.8k | dom!anton, subby inexperienced!sohee, fem!reader, cuckholding, oral (f!receiving), premature ejaculation, unprotected sex (don't be like them), cumming inside, cum eating, anton is kinda an asshole, sohee is kinda pathetic

♡ a/n: DON'T READ THE LAST SENTENCE OMG ITS SO BAD IM SORRY,, im so bad at ending fics,,, anyways its been tew long since i wrote smth new so feast my loves,, i've kept y'all starving fr (i'm sorry) also new fic layout 😝😝 gonna be updating stuff on my blog so yeahhh.

you'd been with anton for a while. over that time you've come to learn a lot about him and things that he likes. of all the things you've learned, this might be the craziest one. 

a momentary silence fell over the room as you looked down at your hands, fiddling a little. you crossed your arms over your chest and thought hard. “okay wait.. you wanna do what?” 

anton tried to explain again, his voice quiet, “well sohee likes you.. and i know you like him and i'm okay with that.. i think we should let him have sex with us.. at least once.” 

you continued thinking, “i mean yeah i like sohee, but i don't know if i like him like that.. a- and how long has he liked me?” you were sort of struggling to wrap your head around the whole thing, the idea of sohee liking you as more than a friend never crossing your mind. 

“the same amount of time i've liked you, we both wanted you originally.. i just ended up being the one to make it official.” you frowned a little at this, suddenly feeling bad for sohee. you don't know if it was pity or if you really wanted this but something in you wanted to say yes to the whole idea. 

you weren't vanilla by any means when it came to sex but bringing one of anton's close friends into your bed was a little daunting, the idea of being the reason to ruin their friendship scared you. anton contrasted from you, he had a very calm demeanor about the whole thing, this both intrigued and intimidated you. 

“okay, we can do it..” you looked up at anton from where you sat, watching his eyes light up. he placed a large hand on the back of your head, just his gaze made you feel small. with his other hand he hooked a finger under your chin to tilt your head upward, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. his kisses alone could take your breath away.

when you first got with anton he was nothing like this. he was shy, awkward, and honestly just overall submissive to you but the more you got to know him and the more confident he got, his personality began to really come out. he's still like that sometimes but the way he kisses you, the way he carries himself at times, even the way he fucks you is so different.

you whimper under your breath, pulling away slowly moments later, your teeth tugging at your lip gently, “so when do you want to do this?” you gazed up at the boy, your arms wrapping around him as you wait for his response. 

“i'll bring him over.. we can kind of feel things out you know? maybe watch some movies and have some snacks beforehand?” you nod at this, a wave of nerves washing over you, “what if something goes wrong? like what if you and sohee aren't friends after this?” 

anton chuckles at you, his cocky demeanor making you press your legs together. “we're still friends after i got the girl he wanted, what makes you think he wouldn't want to be friends after this? i’m practically doing him a favor.”

you nod at this, it's somewhat true, but you didn't want to let it bother you, anton was relaxed about it and this was his friend after all so you were okay with it.

you'd never paid much attention to the way sohee interacted with you until now. the way his hands would pull away extra fast when you'd hand him things, the fear of accidentally touching you taking over him. you even noticed the way he stared at you when he thought you weren't looking, you'd caught him out of the corner of your eye a few times now. 

you brought a bowl of popcorn over to the coffee table that was in the middle of your living room. the tv was on, waiting for commands from the remote.

sohee sat alone on the couch to the side of the one you were on, the bottoms of his  feet facing the tv and he kept his eyes trained on the screen, or at least that's what he wanted you to think. you see him now though, zoned in at the way he stares at your leg that's poking out of the blanket or how he just stares at you while you reach for another handful of popcorn. 

you were sat in anton's lap, his back leaned against the arm of the couch while you laid on your side cuddling into his chest. you couldn't help the way your gaze wandered to sohee, curiosity flooding your mind. you'd never thought about him differently, he'd always just been anton's friend but you'd be lying if you said you still thought of him that way now. 

you wondered what he'd look like naked, how his lips would feel on yours, how it'd feel to have his and anton’s hands on you at the same time, the thought made you squirm slightly in your spot. 

“mind wandering?” you turned to anton with a smile, your head gently nodding. anton adjusted you in your spot, your back now flush to his chest. there was a small blanket lazily thrown across the two of you, the fabric covering your lap slightly. 

anton's hands were gentle on you, big but delicate. you weren't looking at the tv at all anymore, your mind focused on the feeling of anton's hands on your body. he drags his hands across your waist and hips, fingertips slightly sliding across the waistband of your shorts. 

he'd specially requested for you to wear this pair of shorts, it happened to be his favorite pair and apparently sohee's as well. the two of them seemed to have a lot more in common than you originally thought. anton also specially requested that you “forgot” to wear panties tonight. 

his hand easily dipped into your pants, two of his fingers falling to your wet hole. he firmly dragged two fingers up your cunt, wetting it fully in the process. you breathed out of your nose, your legs opening up more for him. 

his pointer and ring fingers push your lips apart, his middle finger lazily flicking your bud up and down. neither one of you faced the tv at this point, anton placed lazy kisses on your shoulder while you soaked up the pleasure. 

anton speaks in a barely audible murmur into your ear, your eyes slowly peeling open at the sound of his voice, “let's show you off, call for him baby.” 

you nod along with what he said, your mind already feeling foggy. he dips both fingers into your hole, his long slender fingers curving up into you, “s-sohee..” 

he visibly perks up at the sound of your voice, his body stiffening. he was trying so hard to mind his business, you and anton moving around was so hard to ignore. he suspected something was going on but the sound of the movie drowned out the slick noises of your pussy. 

anton moved the blanket off of your lap, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder than before. “wanna come see the pussy you've been dreaming about?” anton's tone is dripping with lust and cockiness. he's smiling at sohee, his free hand moving to grab a handful of your breast. 

your hand grips onto the arm he's fucking into you with as you feel yourself getting closer, you squeeze your eyes shut, a string of moans escaping your lips. 

sohee's frozen where he's at, already embarrassingly hard all of this is too much, he can't believe what's unfolding in front of him. 

the sound of your moans as you cum on anton's hand catches sohee's attention, he admires your beautiful expression, the one he'd daydreamed about for so long. 

your breathing is ragged, your head leaning back on anton's shoulder as you catch your breath. he let's go of your breast and uses that hand to gently grip your throat, his lips peppering kisses on your cheek as he pulls his soaked fingers out of your shorts. 

he rubs the backs of his fingers against your lips, your mouth opening for him. he slides the pads of his fingers down your throat, leaning to your ear once again. “invite him over.. let him play with you.” 

you lift your head off his shoulder,, your shorts sticking to your slick. “wanna come over here? wanna sit by me?” you pat the spot in between your legs, almost like you're calling over a puppy. sohee hesitates, his eyes trained on you. 

you could tell sohee was a bit more like anton used to be, again, shy, timid, a little awkward, and definitely not as dominant as anton is now. 

sohee nods weakly, walking over to you, unable to look either of you in the eyes, especially not anton. he didn't expect for this to somehow be so humiliating for him. he sat in front of you, shivering when he felt your hand gently rub down his arm. this made you smile, “relax hee.. i don't bite.” 

sohee let out a shaky breath, his eyes finally meeting yours. you brought your hand up to his cheek, caressing it gently. anton stood up as you did this, his hands moving to your shoulders. when he moved you readjusted, one of your legs resting gently on sohee's lap. 

you could feel how hard he was under your leg, his breath hitching in his throat when you put the slightest bit of pressure on his cock. you noticed how small it was, especially in comparison to anton's but you thought that was so endearing, smiling at the idea. 

anton leaned down to your ear, his whispers tickling you slightly, “show him how you kiss me, how you make me feel good..” he places small nibbles and kisses from your ear down to your shoulder. you shut your eyes at this, a shiver falling down your spine. his firm hands grip onto your shoulders, lightly massaging them in his grasp. you sigh contently at the feeling of anton's hands on your body. 

you open your eyes again, they immediately meet sohee's pretty round orbs. “you alright if i kiss you?” you look down at his lips, suddenly noticing how pretty and soft they are. you smile and chuckle a little, noticing a few crumbs of popcorn on his lips. 

you cup his jaw in your hand, your thumb wiping away at the bits of popcorn. he wordlessly accepts your question, his head nuzzling into your grasp. you pull him in, the taste of salt spreading across your mouth when you swipe your tongue along sohee’s lip. you're quickly able to take control of the kiss, one of your hands moving to the back of his head. 

he pushes into the kiss, his body moving forward. sohee's desperate in the way that he kisses, the passion is definitely there. you can tell he's been waiting for this moment with the way he's carrying himself at this point. 

your hand snakes into the hair on the back of his head, your fingers taking hold of the strands there. you pull him away from you, a smile creeping into your face at the way he whines at the feeling of you tugging at his scalp as well as the loss of your lips. 

at this point you're more into this idea than you thought you'd be. you don't yet let go of sohee's hair, your gaze trailing up anton's body until you meet his eyes, his stare filled with satisfaction. 

“should i let him fuck me ton? don't you think he's waited so long, so patiently?” your gaze falls back on sohee, his eyes are unconsciously pleading for you. you let go of his hair, your hand caressing his face again. 

anton nods at you with a shrug, “i mean, he won't be able to fill you up like i do. his cock is so tiny, don't know if he'll even be able to make you cum.” you notice the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips, his smile widening at the sound of sohee’s sad whines. 

“be nice ton! i'm sure he can make me feel good anyways, it's not always about size, right hee?” the boy nods eagerly, another whine leaving him at the nickname you call him. “i- i can do it! can make you feel so good!” he's both shy and desperate in the way he speaks to you, you're getting impossibly wetter by the second. 

anton chuckles to himself again, his hands moving to readjust himself, he's so hard by this point but he's holding himself off. 

he gets behind you once again, his hands grabbing onto the bottom of your top. he pulls it over your head, leaving you with your bra on. he tosses your top onto the table, his eyes staring at sohee. 

sohee, although still fully dressed, feels naked under both of your gaze. he'd never seen anton have this look in his eyes before. he focuses back on you and the way you're laid out before him. 

“go on hee, take my shorts off.” your gaze is heavy on sohee, performance anxiety slowly trickling in. you cuddle back into anton, fingers intertwining with his as they rest on your chest, your legs open in front of sohee. 

with a shaky hand, sohee reaches for the waistband of your pants. he looks so cute right now, shyly moving your shorts down your body. you lift up to help him take them off your legs, the piece of clothing falling to the floor.

sohee bites his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy, swallowing hard as if his mouth was watering over it. “can i.. can i taste you first?” his voice is small and shy, but his fingertips run along your thigh, making you breath out a small moan. anton snorts at this, already knowing how it’ll play out. he leisurely runs his free hand up and down your body.

you nod eagerly at his question, your hole clenching around nothing. sohee notices this as he adjusts his position, laying on his stomach in front of you. luckily the couch is a little bit longer but one of sohee's legs still hangs off the couch, the other resting against the cushion but he doesn't mind. 

you think he looks a little silly but don't pay it much mind, finding him too pitiful to laugh. his thumb shyly runs up your slit, his big eyes looking into yours for a second. he smiles to himself, his excitement evident. 

although he asked to taste you, he actually wasn't too sure what to do, he tried to recall what he'd seen in porn videos but his mind was blank. anton noticed this and he smiled about it a little. 

“you don't even know what to do, huh?” anton knows sohee lacks experience, technically he’s not a virgin, he did have sex once before but it wasn’t much to talk about. sohee shakes his head, his facial expression making you pout at him. 

“do what feels right, me and ton will help you, okay?” you try to reassure him, giving him as much encouragement as you could. anton rolls his eyes slightly at the fact that he was volunteered but he agrees with you anyways. 

sohee musters up the courage to do something, his lips nibbling at the skin of your thigh gently. he places small kisses along your skin, his lips finally resting on your clit. you're full of anticipation, wondering what he'd do next.

a confused expression plays on your face, the movement sohee's doing with his mouth feels strange and unfamiliar. you try to decipher what doesn’t feel right, “think you’re using too much lip sohee, use your tongue.” 

he lifts his head again and nods, eager to learn from you. he sticks his tongue out, dragging it along your pussy, you suck in a breath at this, nodding to sohee. “there you go, such a good boy. anton struggled with this a bit too when we first got together.” your words encouraged sohee but were a bit of a blow to anton. sohee snickered quietly at this, noticing the way anton looked a little annoyed.

his nerves start to subside by this point, allowing him to think a little clearer. the tip of his tongue drew circles on your clit, earning a moan from you. your noises made him more confident, encouraging him to try new things. he sucks on your clit now, finding out what you like each time. 

“such a quick learner, sohee..” the soft praises that fell from your lips got him more riled up than before. you noticed his hips begin to rut into the couch as he ate you out. your hips rolled against his tongue, sohee’s whines vibrating against you. 

anton has his hands in your bra, his fingers playing with your nipples. “gonna cum y/n?” you moan in response to anton's question, your head nodding quickly. anton's fingers pinch at your sensitive buds, adding to the overall feeling. 

sohee humps the couch, his orgasm building up too quickly for him to keep up with. you moan out, your hips stuttering against his tongue. 

he slurps up your juices, his hips stilling too early as he cums in his pants. a frustrated sigh falls from sohee's lips as he accidentally ruins his own orgasm, still painfully hard. 

you sit up after this, eyes locking with sohee's, “want you to fuck me hee, wanna see what you got.” sohee's mind is cloudy, his body moving quicker than his mind can. he stands up off the couch, removing his shirt before running his hands through his hair. 

you move to help sohee out, your hands eagerly untying his pajama pants. when his pants fall down you're immediately met with the sight of his red, dripping, cock and it makes you smile up at him. 

“no underwear? must've been so eager..” you grab his length in your hand, the size easily fitting in your grasp. 

you look at it like you're investigating something, “did you cum in your pants baby?” sohee nods, suddenly feeling embarrassed again but you praise him instead, telling him how cute he is. 

you lay flat on your back now, inviting sohee between your legs again. anton is standing again, now removing his own clothes 

sohee hovers over you, one arm hooking under your leg. your hand caresses his cheek again, “fuck me pretty boy.” 

he presses into you, his hips quickly becoming flush with yours. he leans down on his elbow, his face close to yours as his hips begin to rut into yours. 

he wastes no time picking up a steady pace, his desperation taking over. his hips snap against you harshly, both of you moaning continuously.

you kiss sohee, eyes shutting tightly at the feeling of him. he's so caught up in the sensation, no thoughts in his mind right now. he feels his orgasm bud in his stomach, pulling away from the kiss. he nuzzled his face into your neck, his cum shooting into you.

“m’ sorry, so sorry!!” sohee's voice is apologetic and whiny as he speaks. you laugh quietly which catches sohee's attention, he slowly lifts his face to look at you. “it's okay, gorgeous, you're alright.” 

anton sighs, hand gently stroking his length in his grasp. he’s had enough of watching the two of you, this was his idea after all but the thought of you being left unsatisfied has him almost losing it. “let me show you how to really fuck her good.” 

he takes sohee’s place, positioning you with your ass in the air. its moments like this where you’re reminded how strong he is, the way he slightly lifts you by your hips. he spreads your pussy lips apart, the sight of sohee’s cum dripping out of you making his cock twitch.

“fuck..” anton’s big hands grip your ass cheeks firmly, just the feeling of his hands anywhere on your body makes you so needy. you reach for sohee, hands guiding him to the spot in front of you, where anton was sitting before. you grip onto sohee as you feel anton’s fingers dip into you again. sohee watches intently as anton pleases you.

the sound of your pussy rings in your ears, the slick squelching making excitement bubble in your stomach once again. anton rubs the tip of his cock against you, groaning at the feeling of you. he lines up with your opening, pressing his length into you. he slides in relatively easily because of how wet you are. you begin to feel full already, his full length not in you yet.

your hips push back on anton, moving side to side so he enters you fully. you moan at the feeling of him stretching you out. you lick your lips as you eye sohee’s smaller cock in front of you, red and leaking once again. your hand makes a fist on his length, pumping it once or twice in your grasp. sohee’s sensitive by this point, you can tell by the way his body shudders at the feeling of your hand on him.

anton's thrusts are rough and deep as he fucks into you, your body jolting forward with every hit. you muffle your moans on sohee's length, the tip of his cock tickling the back of your throat. 

sohee thrusts into your mouth as he chases his high, one hand in your hair, head thrown back in pleasure. 

your fingernails dig into the skin of sohee's hips as you feel anton repeatedly hit your sweet spot. anton smacks your ass persistently, the sting causing your eyes to roll back. 

you pull off of sohee's length, pumping him in your hand as you moan out. you come undone first, unable to catch your breath as anton continues thrusting into you. 

sohee cums next, his hand grasping onto your jaw so he can place your lips back on his tip, his cum shooting into your mouth. anton follows shortly after, his thrusts slowing down as you feel yourself being filled up once more. he slowly thrusts into you a few more times, his hands gripping you hard. 

when anton pulls out of you he admires your cunt, the sight of you dripping once again, this time with his cum makes him feel good. you hold sohee’s cum in your mouth, sitting up and turning to where they both can see you. anton loves to watch you swallow his seed so it only seems right for you to do it for the both of them. 

you open your mouth, showing the cum that pools on your tongue before you swallow it, sticking out your tongue to show them that you swallowed it. anton grins at you, kissing your cheek lovingly, “such a good girl.” 

sohee watches you, his feelings for you getting stronger, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to this after all, but he can’t go back now.

[coff33notforme]

Infatuation

A/n: The tumblr girlies gonna love this one, this isn't all explicit it's got some fluff in it surprisingly, I don't know the Danny Johnson brainrots hit me in the middle of the night

Warnings: explicit content, brief mentions of nudity, hickeys,

Gn! Reader, no pronouns used

You gasped, as Danny began to kiss and suck every inch of your now exposed neck. Fresh hickeys blooming along your soft skin.

Your attempt to pry the cloaked man off you proved futile as he continued, devouring you like a wild animal, drinking in your senses as you wriggled under neath his arousing touch.

Your heavy lidded eyes tried desperately to stay open as they lazily darted across the room watching, expecting someone to walk in on you two at any moment, you’d be mortified if another survivor walked in on you, the way you turned to putty in the masked man's hands, the way your legs shook under his touch, a lustful fog filling your head and all you could think about was him and how good he made you feel.

Danny's hips thrusted into yours, pinning you to the wall as his hands slowly traveled down your body, sending shivers down your spine as your breath hitched.

His hands cupped your ass as he lifted you into his arms, instinctively your legs wrapped around his torso not wanting to be dropped onto the muddy floor below you. Danny pulled away for a moment offering you a shit eating grin obviously proud of how you clung to him so needily.

“Getting comfy, babe?” he poked, using the pet name he liked to taunt you with, and while you couldn’t see the rest of his face through the mask you knew if you did he would look just as cocky.

You offered him a light hearted glare, trying your best to look irritated as you rolled your eyes.

“Do you ever shut up?” you quipped, Danny let out a raspy chuckle, before his face was back to being buried in the crook of your neck laying kisses and marks along your skin, his tongue gliding across you like a brush against paper.

You tried stifling your breathy moans as Danny drew closer and closer to your collarbone, you held your breath, clenching your eyes shut before he paused, much to your surprise. Your eyes fluttered open, as you arched a brow. 

“Why’d you stop?” your voice came out meek, almost a hush of disappointment.  

“Take your shirt off.” your eyes widened at his sudden demand. 

“What!?” you whispered, suddenly mindful of your volume, fearful someone was listening. 

“I can’t taste all of that pretty body of yours with this in the way.” he purred, twisting the hem of your shirt. You paused for a moment, maybe this wouldn’t be all so bad if you could get something out of it too. You gave out a low hum in response. 

“Okay, I’ll take my shirt off, if you take your mask off.” a complacent look spreading across your face as the masked man fell silent, before letting out an airy sigh. 

“Deal.” you grinned, your eyes brightening as he began to tug the mask off, revealing his short choppy black hair, his brown eyes meeting yours once again as that signature smirk returned. 

“Like what you see?” he cooed 

“Fuck, your hot.” you whispered, no trace of maliciousness in your tone as you watched Danny with admiration. Danny felt his face become warm and a fuzzy feeling clouded his chest. He wasn’t becoming flustered, fuck, no way. 

“Your turn.” he mustered, his confidence returning as he shook the fluffy thoughts from mind. 

“Alright put me down.” Danny obliged, setting you to the ground as you began to pull and tug the thin cotton shirt off revealing your now bare top. You felt

Danny's predatory gaze send goosebumps up and down your skin. Danny ponced on you like a hungry dog. Quickly pinning you to the wall once again. You felt your heart hammering against your chest. 

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with you, babe.”

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[chososchalupa]

hey! i just read your 'dazai and chuuya with a professional pole dancer s/o' and i loves it so much! i can't stop thinking about it. could i please request the same with fyodor and ranpo?(if you're okay with it could you make reader as top/dominant for ranpo?). also is it possible to have a scene(or something) where there is a pole in the living room or bedroom where reader practises now and then? Thank you so much if you choose to write this request!

Thank you!! This is my first time writing dom!reader so i hope you like it! <3

part 1 - Chuuya/Dazai

Dance for me / part 2

MDNI 18+

content,, F!Reader x Sub!Ranpo, F!Reader x Fyodor, pole dancing, orgasm denial in Ranpos, slight overstimulation in fyodors, not proofread ofc, NSFW UNDER CUT!!

wc - 709, 743

Ranpo -

Tonight was the first night your boyfriend was coming to watch you perform. Of course he’d seen you practice around the house and even set up a pole in your bedroom so he could watch as you learned new moves but he’d never been in an environment like this and as you looked out from behind the curtain, you could see your usually cocky and confident boyfriend sitting nervously at a table, a look of shyness on his face. The look on his face made you smile, he looked absolutely adorable tonight.

As you walked onto the stage, you saw Ranpos' eyes light up. He was in awe with the way you moved around the pole. Your eyes remained on his throughout your entire performance, subtly throwing winks at him causing his face to shine bright red under the lights of the club you were in. 

Your shift had finally come to an end as you packed up your belongings and went out to find Ranpo. He stood by the door of the club, looking around for you and gave a big smile once he saw you walking his way.

“You did amazing!” He smiled, as you wrapped your arms around him. 

You gave him a smile back before kissing him gently on the lips, “Let’s go home”

The drive back home went by fast as Ranpo filled you in on his favorite parts of your set, causing you to giggle as you watched how flustered he got talking about it. 

The two of you walked through the door of your shared home hand in hand, Ranpo was so busy talking that he didn’t even realize you were leading him straight to your bedroom. That was until your hands were pressed against his chest, slowly pushing him down onto the bed before climbing onto his lap. 

“Thank you so much for coming tonight, Ranpo” You whispered in his ear, “Let me show you how thankful I am,” You gave a kiss to his cheek before moving to softly nibble under his ear.

A soft moan escaped his mouth as you continued leaving love bites along his neck, your hand slowly making its way to unzip his pants. You sat up quickly, getting off of his lap to undress yourself. Ranpo quickly did the same, removing his pants and boxers to reveal his fully hardened length already dripping with precum.

“All for me?” You smiled, getting back into the position you were previously in.

Ranpo didn’t have time to respond to your question as you wrapped your hand around his cock, slowly stroking him. The sudden sensation caused him to moan loudly as you captured his lips in a kiss.

“Please, more” He spoke, as you pulled away from the kiss.

“More what?” You asked, your hand still slowly jerking him off.

“I want to be inside you”

You smiled, “Well you have been a good boy tonight. I guess I can do that for you”

You carefully lifted your hips up and aligned Ranpo with your entrance, slowly sinking down until he was entirely inside of you. 

You started bouncing lightly, watching as Ranpos mouth dropped open, loud moans filling the room. You began to bounce faster as you felt your own orgasm approaching. 

“I’m gonna c-cum” Ranpo groaned, stuttering slightly as you began to slow down.

“You want to cum?” You asked, coming to a complete stop, your hands pressing against his chest

“Please” He whimpered, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Hmm?” You hummed, tilted your head slightly as you looked into his watery eyes.

“Please let me cum, I’ve been good” 

You clenched around him, causing him to throw his head back at the sensation. “You look so pretty like this” you smiled, beginning to bounce one again. 

“I’m cumming” He groaned, his fists gripping onto the sheets of your bed.

You felt his warm seed fill you as you came along with him, soaking his lower stomach with your own wetness. 

You slowly lifted your hips off of your boyfriend and laid down beside him, cuddling into his chest.

“Thank you” He smiled, “Do you want to go get some snacks?”

You giggled softly at his comment, “Of course, Ranpo. Let’s go”

Fyodor -

You tiptoed into your boyfriend's office, you had finally gotten a day off of work and wanted to see if Fyodor could take a break from working to spend some time together. 

“Are you busy today?” You asked, walking up behind the chair your boyfriend was sitting in, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“As always, my love. Is there something you need?” He asked, glancing up towards you.

“I just wanted to see if we could spend some time together today. I have the day off” You smiled

Fyodor sighed, “I would love to but this can’t wait. I will see if I have the time later today, yes?” He asked, kissing your hand softly

You nodded, “I’ll be in my practice room”

He gave another kiss to your hand before you unwrapped your arms and walked towards the room Fyodor had set up when you first expressed interest in pole dancing. Although he rarely saw you perform, he could see how happy it made you to be able to express yourself in dance and your happiness was most important to him.

You spent the next hour practicing a new routine, you were so focused on getting it right that you didn’t notice the dark purple eyes watching you from the doorway. It wasn’t until you paused to take a sip of water that he made his presence known.

“My, my.” He spoke, causing you to jump slightly as he walked into the room “You are just stunning”

A small blush formed on your face, “Thank you, Fedya” 

He smiled softly, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes widened as you felt the bulge in his pants press against you, “I have some time to spare now. Let us go to the bedroom”

You nodded quickly, following your tall boyfriend towards your shared room. Fyodor carefully laid you on the bed and stripped you of your outfit before removing his own clothes. You watched as your boyfriend's head dipped between your legs, giving small kisses to your inner thighs before he placed a small peck above your clit.

“May I?” He asked, watching you intensely. 

Your hands found their way to his hair as you responded, “Please” 

He dipped his head back down, tongue diving into the wetness between your legs. His fingers slowly pushed inside of you as his tongue circled your clit. You pulled his hair slightly as his movements became faster and faster until you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Are you going to cum?” He asked, lifting his head slightly to stare into your eyes.

You nodded, unable to speak as he fingered you.

He laughed quietly before going back to your soaking cunt. His tongue continued circling and sucking on your clit until you cum over his face. Your hands pulling tightly at his hair.

“So good, my love” He praised as he lifted his head, his lips glistening with your juices.

You closed your eyes as you came down from the high of your orgasm, you were so blissed that you didn’t realize Fyodor had switched position until his hard cock began pressing into your entrance. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes closed as he pushed deeper inside of you.

“So tight” He moaned, kissing your lips as he let you adjust to his length.

He began moving slowly, “You take me so well, moya lyubov’”

You could already feel the knot in your stomach tightening again as he picked up speed, quickly thrusting into you. You moaned loudly, your nails digging down his back. You could feel his cock twitch slightly, signaling that he was close as well.

“Cum” He demanded, his voice deep with lust.

You listened instantly, cumming hard for a second time around him as he continued thrusting into you, Your eyes began to tear up from the overstimulation until you felt his warm seed flood inside of you. Fyodor brought his face down to your neck, muffling the loud moan as he came.

You could feel your heart racing as Fyodor pulled out of you, “I must go back to work now. But I will be done soon and we can spend more time together” He gave a smile before kissing your forehead, “Let’s go get cleaned up before I go back?” 

You took a deep breath as you stood to follow him to the restroom.

 Let’s just say, Fyodor did not end up going back to work.

[antiv3nus]

✰ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✰

✰ non idol! jeon wonwoo x fem! reader

✰ genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

✰ warnings: none besides like one cuss word if you care <3

✰ word count: 944

after midnight was the time where it felt like you and wonwoo became closer and closer to one another. no matter how long you two knew one another, you always managed to discover something new about the other. to the two of you, that time frame between late night and early morning was your most sacred time together. it was an intimate time that revolved around your souls and no one else's. during this time, you could be as vulnerable or as silly as you two chose to be, and no one else mattered except for each other. 

“you know when i first met you, i was terrified of talking to you.” you mentioned out of the blue. you both were on the rooftop of your apartment building, lying with your head in his lap, staring up at the starry sky. “really? i thought i seemed pretty approachable…” wonwoo chuckled, looking down for a moment, temporarily blocking your view of the sky with a much better view: him. 

“yeah, i don’t know… i think i was just overwhelmed at how attractive you were. sometimes i still feel like that, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. at least now i can actually form words around you.” you laughed at the memories of how you used to struggle to even say “hi” to him whenever he would approach you before you two started dating. 

wonwoo let out a breathy laugh at your reply. “i guess i never really had that problem around you. as introverted as i am, i always felt like it was easy to talk to you i guess?” his voice lilted as he pondered about your past interactions. “wow mr. confident, i guess lil ole introverted me wasn’t cool, cute, and awesome enough to make the jeon wonwoo nervous… gee thanks…” you rolled your eyes playfully. 

wonwoo looked down at you once again and made eye contact, “babe, you know that is not what i meant.” he sighed in amusement, looking off into the distance before he began to speak again. “you’re one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people i know, you always take my breath away. what i meant was that your beauty never really scared me. from the moment i first saw you, and then from the moment that we shared our first conversation, you gave me a sense of comfort and i just knew that i didn’t have to worry about being nervous around you. i always used to struggle to talk to people, sometimes i still do, but you changed that. make sense now?”

after wonwoo finished his explanation, you lied there quiet. he had knocked the air out of your lungs, the words out of your mouth, and the thoughts out of your brain. you couldn’t do anything except smile up at him. wonwoo looked down a moment later, wondering why you had gone so quiet. he took one look at you, smiled and let out a laugh again. “wow, look at you all smiley. have i managed to make the y/n l/n speechless? i guess i still got it,” he grinned. “when you find your words again, i’ll be here waiting.” he said, grinning even more. 

that knocked you out of your happy trance real quick. “oh shut up you little cocky motherfucker.” the words that came out of your mouth and the eyeroll you did didn’t match the smile that was still etched onto your face. you rose up from where you were lying and sat across from him. “i was gonna say that what you said was really cute and nice, but now i’m taking it all back”, you pouted.

wonwoo grinned even more (more than you thought was humanly possible) as he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you in for a hug. “aww it’s okay baby, you know you love me, and i love you too. even when you’re lost for words.” you sighed, “i have a few words i’m thinking of saying right now. they happen to start with the letters “f” and “y” if you wanna try and figure it out instead of squishing me”. he just hugged you tighter after your remark, ignoring what you said with a laugh. 

after a minute or so, you both pulled away from the hug. “actually now that i think about it, i do have one question about what you said.” you mentioned. “what’s up?” he answered, reaching over you to grab a handful of gummy bears. “you said that i was one of the coolest, cutest, awesomest people you know…” with a mouth full of gummies, he answered back muffled. “yeah.. and?”

“how am i not the coolest, cutest, awesomest person you know? i should be the only one.”

“oh, it's simple, you’re in second place”, he answered nonchalantly. his voice was muffled again with yet another handful of gummy bears entering his mouth.

“second place!? if your own girlfriend isn’t in first place, then who is?” you looked at him, genuinely confused, wanting to know who was ranked as first place on wonwoo’s “favorite person list”.

he paused for a second to chew, “duh, buttercup.”

you stared back at your boyfriend, dumbfounded at his answer. “wonwoo, baby, buttercup is our cat.”

“...and your point is…?”, he looked at you like you were the crazy one. 

late nights with wonwoo were definitely when you learned the most about one another. and that night you learned that wonwoo believed that your pet cat was cooler, cuter, and more awesome than you, his own human girlfriend of 3 years. yeah… after midnight was a special time. 

✰ hey... long time no see... 😅 guess me posting on here sporadically is a running theme atp.. 🤡 wasn't expecting it to end up being almost a year since i posted on here 🚶🏽‍♀️ but here we are ig...!! tbh i really don't have an excuse besides lack of motivation but i appeared today so (small wins😛)!!!

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[gaymaramada]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt brothers would deal with having a crush where the boys ask crush what they want for xmas? And crush just holds up a cardboard sign that suddenly appears out of nowhere that says “All I want for xmas is you” and a ? At the end. They smoothly asking the turtles out via xmas and Mariah carey song breaching containment and it playing everywhere. Crush saw their chance and took it

OMG THIS IS SO FUNNNN YES!!!!!

Managed to bang this one out on the big day! Happy holidays everyone! ❤️

Confessing to the Rise! Boys on Christmas

Christmas-centered, GN reader + pronouns

Leonardo

He doesn’t know what’s better: the fact that you’re asking him out, the fact that you’re doing it through Mariah Carey, or the fact that you must be a magician because whERE DID THAT SIGN EVEN COME FROM???

You can practically see the fireworks going off in his head as he bites his lip to keep a giddy grin at bay.

But he’s still Leo, so he’s gotta be cool about this.

“Y’know, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t sing the song…”

You raise your phone to reveal the song already pulled up and smugly press play on the song in question.

And he buckles over in laughter.

You two spend the evening watching Love Actually in honor of the cardboard sign bit.

Donatello

Ah! A silly reference! How quaint!

Doesn’t answer his question though.

His love language is gift-giving after all, and the concept of himself being a gift (while flattering) is far too vague for him to go off of.

You’re just gonna have to tell him word for word that this is a confession, okay?

The moment it hits him, he is — for the first time in his life — rendered speechless.

He’ll just stare at you blankly for a solid minute before stepping out of the room and doing that thing Ken did in the Barbie movie where he just goes

“SUBLIME!”

He comes back out as gracefully as ever and takes your hand,

“While it would have saved the both of us some time had you deterred from the theatrics, I cannot deny the amusing charm of your request. If all you desire is my company… I’d be happy to provide.”

(He does still want to get/make you something physical for the holidays, though)

Raphael

Oh you better believe he is elated.

My guy is so bashful and smiley it’s almost too cute.

“You— wha— me?? Aw, c-come on, Y/N, you’re making Raph blush…”

He does try to laugh it off as a simple reference to the song, but when you continue to insist that you’re being completely serious, his face begins to match his mask.

He looks up to you so much (except physically, of course :p) so the idea that you value him just as much gets him emotional.

He’s embarrassed by his Lovesick Stink, but you don’t mind it!

Once the initial surprise wears off, Raph gets much more confident and even a bit cocky when it comes to the two of you.

“Oh, yeah? Well guess what, little brother, I don’t even need to try to impress anyone because Y/N just loves Raph for Raph! And Raph feels the same about them!”

Michelangelo

“🎶 I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS, THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED—🎶”

You should have known he’d start to sing, let’s be real.

Of course, then he complains afterwards that the song is stuck in his head.

After a short karaoke session, you tell him your answer again, gentler this time, and it clicks.

Mikey’s eyes sparkle as he breaks into a huge grin before pulling you into a hug.

“OHMIGOSH Y/N!!! Aww, I want to be with you for Christmas, too!!”

And of course you two spend the holiday making different kinds of crafts and sweets.

Gingerbread houses, ornaments, paper wreaths, peppermint bark, you name it.

The whole fam is excited about your creations, and you and Mikey lace your fingers together, proud to have made the holiday special for both each other and everyone else.

[cozage]

Fox and Hound

Request by @missscarletta7:  This would be about Zoro and it would be pre-straw hats back when he was still a bounty hunter he is trying to catch the reader for their bounty. But the reader is a ninja and keeps narrowly escaping and outsmarting Zoro. It even stops being about collecting the bounty he just wants to catch the reader. Then he finally does but doesn’t have the heart to turn them in and lets them go so he can keep following them

Characters: gn reader x Zoro Word Count: 650

Someone was on your trail, they had been for weeks. You had never seen them, but they were closing in. Fast. 

You were an artist of escape, though. You were a master of disguise and hiding in plain sight. Whoever was following you would never be able to find you if they managed to corner you. 

Unfortunately, that finally became a reality. You peered down through the trees, watching the path for the person who had been hunting you. A green-haired man with three swords walked along the path, carefully staring at the ground. 

Roronoa Zoro. The demon of the East Blue. The man who never stopped tracking a target until he was able to turn them into the Marines. 

He stopped a few feet away from your tree, and your heart leaped into your throat. You had laid a false trail, but he seemed to see right through it. 

His eyes looked up and scanned the tree line, smirking as he searched for any sign of you. 

“I know you’re here!” He called out, confident as he gripped his blade. “We can play this game as much as you want. But I always win.”

You didn’t dare move. You didn’t dare breathe. He was goading you, trying to get you to move or show your hiding spot. But you weren’t so stupid. You wouldn’t give him any indication where you were. 

He sighed and shook his head. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He pulled out his blade and sent a swipe across the trunk of the tree you hid in, and the tree began to topple to the ground. 

You jumped to a neighboring tree, using the sound of the falling tree to cover your sounds. 

But Roronoa saw right through it, and he cut down the next tree, and then the next. And the next. 

He was relentless, but you were desperate to escape. So desperate that your haste caused you to land on a dead branch, sending you tumbling to the ground with a surprised yelp. 

He was instantly on top of you, pinning you to the ground. You thrashed desperately, trying to get out of his hold. But it was futile; his grip was iron-tight. You were trapped.

He stared down at you, assessing the situation while he waited for you to calm down. Once you had finally given up fighting, you met his eyes. 

He smirked. “Gonna beg?”

You scoffed. “In your dreams. I don’t beg. Especially not from the likes of you.”

Zoro laughed. He wasn’t used to this kind of spunk. People were always cocky until he had them in his hold, and then they broke and begged to be let go. You were his first mark who hadn’t groveled. 

He was intrigued, he couldn’t lie. He was curious about you and your methods. You had been one of the most skillful people to track. You left almost no trace in every town you visited, which explained why your bounty was so high. 

In fact, the only reason he found your trail in the first place was because you had taken a photo with kids at the local orphanage. 

He sighed and got up, releasing you from his hold. 

“What are you doing?” You asked. You were almost offended. “Am I not a good enough bounty for you?”

“The opposite, actually.” He sheathed his blade, looking back at you still on the ground. “You’re too good.”

You sat up, ready to jump away if he moved to attack again. “Too good?”

“I’m going to find you again,” Zoro promised, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. “And I’ll turn you in next time. So don’t make it too easy, okay?”

“Why are you letting me go?!” You demanded. He won fair and square. It didn’t seem right, even if you were being relieved of a death sentence. 

“Because,” he turned back to you one last time. “Chasing after you makes me feel alive.”

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Timed Challenge!!

hellooooo everyone

it’s the dreamnap arms up fic!! mentioned in this ask :O

based on this concept from @mushiewrites !!! shoutout mush for coming up with this idea and brainrotting with me and proofreading this whole thing even if it killed you <3

i actually wrote pretty much this whole thing over the course of the last two days so,,,,, maybe i’m a little bit insane???? but who cares, it makes for great content so be happy about it

(technically) switch!sapnap and switch!dream, 4.4k words

enjoy!!

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“Two minutes?” Dream confirmed, voice unwavering as he raised his eyebrows at Sapnap.

“Two minutes,” Sapnap repeated back with a single nod, settling himself where he was sitting on Dream’s waist. Dream chuckled lightly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes fondly, as he reached out to the side and grabbed his phone. He set up a two minute timer, turning it around and handing it to Sapnap, letting him take it from his hands.

“Two minutes,” Dream said once more, shifting his shoulders as he laced his fingers together and put his arms behind his head. He rested his head back against his palms, letting out an unbothered sigh and closing his eyes for a second before blinking them back open to look up at Sapnap. “I’m ready whenever you are, Sap. Hit start and do your worst.”

“You are waaaay too confident about winning this with all the shit I’m gonna do to you,” Sapnap replied, tilting his head to the side slightly, pointer finger hovering over the screen of Dream’s phone.

“Hm…” Dream hummed, relaxing into the bed below him. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“Hey!” Sapnap said, taking offense, and he leaned down closer to Dream’s face just in time to catch his eyes and watch as they widened at the new proximity. Sapnap pressed his palms flat against the bed on either side of Dream, close enough to his underarms that he wasn’t quite touching but he could still feel Dream’s shoulders tense up at the desire to move away. He lowered his voice as he began speaking. “Listen here, you little fucker. I know you’re acting all tough and cocky now, I know you think this is gonna be some cakewalk for you or something, but I promise you, Dream, I will not be making this easy. You are in for a rude awakening if you think you’re just gonna relax through this, I can tell you that right fucking now. Sound good, Dreamie?” Sapnap finished, raising his eyebrows at the end and watching as Dream’s jaw clenched at the words. He tilted his chin up slightly, taking in a shaky breath and letting out an equally shaky exhale, before he spoke his reply, voice cold and just as unmoving as earlier.

“Start the timer. And do your worst,” Dream stayed strong in his opinion, letting out the remaining breath he was holding when Sapnap pulled away from his face.

“Okay, baby boy,” The younger boy started, shaking his head and reaching over to the phone. “Your funeral.” Sapnap pressed the start button on the timer and slid the phone up the bed, up by Dream’s bent elbow and out of his own way, he shook his hands in the air, lacing his fingers together and pushing his arms out to crack his knuckles, making Dream smile fondly at him as he watched his movements.

“You really are an idiot, you know that?” Dream insulted playfully, already holding back small titters at the stupidity of the situation.

“You know I do, baby,” Sapnap teased back, chuckling to himself as he finally positioned his hands above Dream’s armpits, hovering a decent distance above them to start off with. He held them there for a moment, waiting for Dream to register that they were there, and when he glanced down at the hands, he immediately had to throw his head back and take in a deep breath. “Hey, no, absolutely not, you can’t just not look at them the whole time. You have to look!”

“Hmmm…” Dream hummed out the breath he’d taken, rolling his eyes and tilting his head back down towards Sapnap and making eye contact again. “Better?”

“Yes, actually,” Sapnap replied, just as snarky as Dream, making them both smile. Sapnap caught Dream’s eyes falling down to his hands and decided to make a show of it.

He formed his hands into firm claw shapes, lowering them down closer to his underarms, his smile widening as Dream stared at his hands as they moved. He took in another sharp inhale, sucking in his stomach and puffing out his chest in the process, tilting his head away and blinking up at the ceiling before looking back down at Sapnap’s hands.

“Getting a little nervous there, aren’t we, Dreamie-poo?” Sapnap teased, raising his hands and lowering them back down, moving his fingers in a claw motion as he did so. Dream bit his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, tilting his head to make eye contact with Sapnap when they opened again.

“Mm-mm,” Dream mumbled, lips pressed tightly together as his smile tugged at the corners of them.

“Reeeeally?” Sapnap drew out his words, making Dream’s smile widen more, stretching across his whole face this time, even as his lips stayed pressed together. Sapnap felt Dream’s left leg shift behind him, a tiny motion that only someone in his position would have noticed, followed by a shift of his right leg, then a shift of his shoulders, and Sapnap giggled smugly at his movements. “Because it seems to me like you’re gettin’ a little squirmy, if I’m being honest.”

“Hm– nope. Not at all,” Dream responded, his words slightly rushed as he spoke through his teeth. He took another look at Sapnap’s hands, inhaling and exhaling slowly to try and calm himself when he saw how close they were to his underarms and how cruelly they were wiggling above them. After a moment of regrouping, he spoke. “I’m not– it’s not even the spot I’m nervous about.”

“No?” Sapnap asked, lifting his hands up again and glancing over at the timer. Forty-seven seconds left. He had this. Dream was no match for him. He could do this with his eyes closed.

“Mm-mm,” Dream continued, his breathing returning to normal. “I’m not a stupid baby like you and George.” Sapnap laughed at that, nodding despite himself.

“Yeah, George is a little bitch,” Sapnap agreed bluntly, suddenly dropping his hands down towards Dream's underarms.

“Mm– hm,” Dream nodded in agreement, his hum cut off by a chuckle at Sapnap’s words.

A chuckle. Fuck. He broke.

Both boys gasped as soon as they realized, and the shared look of shock on their faces quickly morphed into one of joy on Sapnap’s and horror on Dream’s.

“Oh, Dream!”

“NO! That was at YOU–!”

“You lost!” Sapnap cut in, pressing pause on the timer at thirty one seconds. A wave of relief passed over him as he realized how close the call had actually been.

“NO! No, that does NOT count, no fucking way, that was at what you SAID, that doesn’t COUNT!”

“I dunno, Dream, we never really established that rule,” He continued, gently placing his hands down on the bed again, even closer to Dream’s sides this time, the knuckles of his thumbs rubbing against the material of his hoodie. “I think it’s only fair that you lose, since we diiiiid say if you broke, you lost, soooo–"

“No! No, no, okay, Sap, listen, okay?”

“Mhmmm…” Sapnap mused, cocking his head to the side, pressing his thumbs into Dream’s top ribs just to freak him out.

“Look… I’ll let you add fifteen seconds onto the timer, and you can be even more mean!” Dream attempted to bargain, the tips of his fingers toying with the material of the pillowcase under his head, obviously antsy.

“Oh, babydoll, I was gonna be even more mean no matter what, that means nothing to me.”

“Wh– I–! You… twenty seconds!” Dream continued to bargain, his breathing growing in pace as the bidding continued. Sapnap grabbed the phone and turned it to show Dream the remaining time.

“Give me thirty, I’ll put it back up to one minute. Deal?”

“… A minute?”

“Mhm. I’m having too much fun teasing you to wanna stop now, and I know damn well I'll make you break in that minute alone.”

“Fuck,” Dream mumbled, closing his eyes to think before nodding and looking back at Sapnap. “Deal.”

“Smart boy,” Sapnap commented, resetting the timer for another minute before immediately throwing his hands back into action, getting close enough to Dream’s underarms to make him gasp softly.

“I wasn’t even ready yet!” Dream replied, rolling his eyes and settling back down against the bed below him. The smile on his face was more evident than ever, stretching his cheeks and showing off his incredibly perfect teeth. The blush on his face was radiant, showing his obvious embarrassment over the situation that he was trying so hard to keep his cool in. His voice was still shaky, body still stiff and tense, and yet somehow, incredibly, he was still able to talk through the anticipation that Sapnap knew was killing him inside.

Already down ten seconds. He needed to up his game.

“And I wasn’t ready to care, so, sucks for you,” He countered, earning a groan from Dream. He bounced his hands up and down, varying the speed and distance that he traveled to keep Dream on his toes, giggling each time he got slightly too close and Dream flinched in response.

Thirty nine seconds. Still nothing from Dream.

“God, Dream, this must be so painful for you,” He began, trying to sound as insincere as possible. “I mean, we both know you can’t handle this stuff, don’t we? The… anticipation of it all…”

“Stop it,” Dream scolded, growling through gritted teeth again. Sapnap smirked, catching Dream’s eyes as his hands stilled in the air,

“It’s just unbearable, isn’t it? Having to lay there and just watch my hands, watch my fingers stay just centimeters away from you. It’s incredible that you’ve even lasted this long, honestly.”

“You’re so stupid,” Dream mumbled, turning his head to the side. “H-how much time is left?”

Twenty one seconds.

“Forty seconds,” Sapnap lied, hoping it was believable enough, but the way Dream turned to look at him and the way his smile turned from nervous to sinister showed him that he was definitely caught.

“You’re lying,” Dream stated, no doubt in his tone, and his smile only grew larger when Sapnap’s eyes widened.

“I’m not,” Sapnap said in defense, wiggling his fingers again to attempt to distract Dream.

“You’re too nervous for it to be that long,” Dream pointed out, and Sapnap let out a soft breath to try and calm himself before speaking again. His eyes flickered over to the timer before they landed back on Dream’s underarms.

Fifteen.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap spoke softly, going as far as to pinch the fabric of Dream’s hoodie between his thumb and index finger when he dropped down this time. He tugged on the fabric, sliding it between his fingers, but all he got in response was a slightly shaky breath before Dream stopped reacting to that as well.

“You’re gonna lose, Sap,” Dream teased in the same low voice, his smirk entirely menacing now, and Sapnap felt the butterflies rising up from his stomach to his chest at the tone. He swallowed against the lump in his throat, checking the timer again.

Ten.

“Dream, shut the fuck up, this is not how this works.”

“Maybe not for you. But it’s working pretty well for me.” Dream’s voice stayed unwavering, and he actually went as far as to raise his arms up higher, staring at Sapnap expectantly.

Five.

“Face it, angel,” Dream began, and Sapnap couldn’t help but gasp as he watched the timer tick down helplessly.

Three.

“You’re done.”

“Dream, stop–” Sapnap argued, letting his fingers curl up into fists, his hands still hovering in the air, as he looked back at Dream. Dream met his eyes, letting out a faux-gasp as their eyes met before smiling sweetly at him.

“We both know it, Sapnap, just let it happen,” Dream said, his words more soothing now, but the idea did nothing but make Sapnap’s chest feel tighter and his brain panic even more.

“No, we don’t know that, it’s not–”

Sapnap was interrupted by the perfectly on cue sound of the timer going off from Dream’s phone. Both boys went silent, staring at each other with wide eyes, the only sounds in the room being Sapnap’s heavy breathing and the continued ringing of the timer.

“Time’s up, Sap,” Dream said with a smirk, pulling his arms out from behind his head and reaching over to grab his phone and turn off the timer.

“NO! No, no, wait, this isn’t fair, I let you have a second chance! You– you laughed! You lost anyway, you lost, I won, that’s it!” Sapnap argued, crossing his arms over his chest, stomach already turning at the idea of switching their positions. Dream set the timer back up at two minutes, placing it on the bed next to him again before looking smugly up at the younger boy.

“You’re the one who let me keep going, so that sounds like a you problem,” He responded, chuckling at the offended look that took over Sapnap’s face.

“That’s not true! That’s not– no! That’s not fair!”

“Seems fair to me,” Dream replied nonchalantly.

“No! No, no this isn’t– this is not happening– NO!” Sapnap tried to argue back, but he was cut off by a loud yelp when Dream suddenly shoved his hands under Sapnap’s arms and held him tightly there. Then, he surged up from where he was laying on the bed, curled his legs up to get more leverage, and used all his strength to flip their positions and forcefully throw Sapnap down on the bed. “DREAM, NO! GET OFF!” Sapnap yelled, squeezing his arms tightly to his sides and trapping Dream’s hands underneath them. The position was slightly awkward, with Dream kneeling and finding his balance between Sapnap’s knees and his hands physically stuck underneath his arms, but above all else, Dream had the higher ground now, and both of them realized that immediately.

Truly, he always had.

“I mean, first of all, no, why would I do that? And secondly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to, you kinda have me held hostage here, so…” Dream teased, wiggling his fingers underneath Sapnap’s arms and making him squeal and burst into giggles.

“Nohoho!” Sapnap whined as he shook his head, squeezing his fists tighter together and bringing them up towards his chest. He uncurled his fists, flexing his fingers, before bringing his hands closer and curling his fingers around Dream’s wrists. He held tighter, squeezing them for comfort, giggling the whole time.

“Wow, giggling already, are we?” Dream continued, maneuvering his legs so he could perch himself on top of Sapnap’s waist, giggling when he felt Sapnap’s knees immediately curl up to hit his back. “And squirming! Oh, this is not gonna be easy for you, is it?”

“Shuhut uhuhup?!” Sapnap giggled out, scrunching his nose and still shaking his head. Dream hummed in consideration, and he finally yanked his hands out from under Sapnap’s arms, making him cross his arms and shove his open hands there to soothe the feeling.

“C’mon Sap, arms up, let’s go,” Dream encouraged, cupping his hands around Sapnap’s elbows and gently pushing on them. He was able to move them a few inches before Sapnap snapped them back down, whining and looking up at Dream pleadingly.

“Nohoho, no, I chahanged my mind, I don't wanna play this game anymohohore,” Sapnap whined, but he still up allowed Dream to hold his elbows and push on them again, only getting slightly farther this time.

“It’s alright, angel, you can do it.”

“I can’t, I can't! I really can’t, Dream, you win, I can’t do it, I’ll die, plehease.”

“You won’t die, you’re being dramatic. C’mon. Arms up.” Dream guided his arms again, this time successfully getting his elbows away from his sides, sliding his hands up to Sapnap’s wrists and gently laying his arms out to the sides. “See, that’s not so bad, right? I’ll let you keep them like that so they’re not even fully up. S’that better for you?” Dream asked calmly, rubbing his thumbs over Sapnap’s forearms. The other boy nodded shyly, still letting out small giggles even as he tried so hard to keep them in. “Good…You’re still giggly.”

“Shuhut uhup.”

“You better stop that before I press the timer, Sapnap,” Dream teased, picking up the phone and turning the screen to face Sapnap, hovering his finger over the start button.

“Fuhuhuck…” Sapnap mumbled, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip. Dream chuckled as he watched Sapnap’s fists grab onto the sheets below him, gripping them tightly as he took in several deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“…Clock’s ticking, angel.”

“Stohohohop!” Sapnap whined again, a new wave of nervous giggles taking control of him, and he ran through the motions of calming himself again. After a substantial amount of deep breaths, he nodded, letting out one last sigh before looking up at Dream. “Okay. I think I’m ready now.”

“Perfect.” Dream pressed down on the timer, dropping the phone next to his leg so he could see the remaining time when he needed to. Dream smiled down at Sapnap, clasping his hands and rubbing his palms together before slowly descending his wiggling fingers towards Sapnap’s poor, defenseless underarms.

“Oh, fuck…” Sapnap mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the sheets even tighter, so tight it made his arms shake.

“Sapnap, remember what we said about looking?” Dream asked, smiling when he got a sigh in response as the other opened his eyes again. “There we go, now I can see your gorgeous eyes again.”

“God, shut up,” Sapnap complained, drawing his shoulders up anxiously. He let go of the sheets, only to immediately move his hands and grab them again.

“You’re shaking already, angel,” Dream commented, laughing softly when his words only made Sapnap whine and force himself to relax his arms. “It must tickle so bad already.”

“Dream, don’t,” Sapnap reprimanded, making eye contact with him and biting his quivering bottom lip.

“Don’t what?” Dream answered, voice smug. “Don’t talk about how bad it must tickle?”

“Fuck–” Sapnap whimpered, sucking in a breath, letting out another strained sound.

“Even without me touching you, you can feel the tickles.” Dream glanced down at the remaining time. One minute and thirty seconds. He was making good time. “Sapnap…” He spoke softly, even fondly, before furrowing his eyebrows when he received no acknowledgement. He looked down at Sapnap, seeing that his head was turned to the side and his eyes were closed again, and he decided to gently coax him out this time. “Sapnap?” He repeated, his voice as gentle as he could possibly manage, and Sapnap let out an involuntary squeak.

“Mhm?” He answered, voice noticeably strained, and he blinked his eyes open to catch Dream’s. He caught a glimpse of Dream’s hand, wiggling fingers still hovering over his underarm, and he swallowed against the lump in his throat as he stared at it intently. He watched as Dream lifted it up, brought it back down, lifted it again, and then slowly brought it over to hover above his wrist. “Hmm…” He hummed nervously as he continued staring. Dream held out two fingers now, pretending to walk his fingers up Sapnap’s arm– over his forearm, the bend of his elbow, over his tricep which made him want to curl up into a ball when Dream wasn’t even touching him, and then back to hovering over his armpit.

Then, he repeated the process with the other side. And Dream could tell from the silence in the room and Sapnap’s increased squirming that it wouldn’t take much longer for the dam to break.

He glanced at the timer.

One minute and three seconds.

Still making perfect time.

“You’re really squirming now, Sap,” Dream teased, still smiling even as Sapnap whined at him. “It’s okay, I get it. You’re just too ticklish to handle this.”

“Shut up–” Sapnap mumbled, inhaling sharply at the end, holding his breath.

“I know, I know. This spot is just really really flustering for you, angel, I understand. I know how hard this is for you.” Dream’s voice stayed soft, almost cooing at Sapnap, and Sapnap couldn’t stop himself from nodding in agreement, letting out a small whimper. “I know you wanna laugh so bad right now, don’t you?” Dream asked, and he was met with a stern groan and a head shake. “No? Not even when you look at these wiggly fingers?” Dream moved his hands from Sapnap’s underarms to hover above his face, wiggling right in his eyeline before Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the side until he moved away.

“Stop it!” Sapnap protested, smiling happily, letting out a breathy sound that seemed an awful lot like a giggle before he caught it and clamped his mouth shut again. Dream chuckled and booped Sapnap on the nose once, just to make his huge toothy grin come back, because Dream knew it was too precious for him to be hiding. “Y-you’re dumb,” Sapnap said, looking down at Dream’s hands again. Dream hummed happily in confirmation, looking down at the timer.

Forty seven seconds.

“Just dumb enough to do THIS–” Dream yelled at the end, suddenly shooting his hands right at Sapnap’s underarms, stopping as close as he could get without touching them.

That was it. That was all he needed.

“FUCK, NAHA– nohohoho!” Sapnap squealed, falling into bright, squeaky giggles and instinctively pulling his arms in again to block the area. Immediately, he was protesting his punishment, before Dream had even said anything about it. “Ahaha– noho! No, nonono, Dreeeheheam, dohon’t, don’t, plehehehe– just plehehease–”

“Sapnap…” Dream said, shaking his head and resting his hands on the younger boy's sides. This made Sapnap yelp again, squirming however he could, pushing at Dream’s hands as much as he could while still trying to keep his arms pinned to his sides.

“Nohohoho!”

“You know it has to be done.”

“Noho, no! No, no, it dohoesn’t! Dreheam, plehehease!”

“It really does, angel, it really does,” Dream confirmed, and with that, he grabbed Sapnap’s right wrist and pinned his arm straight out to the side, and then suddenly dug his fingers under Sapnap’s arm.

“No, nononono– NAHAHAHA–!” Sapnap broke out into loud laughter, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head wildly. “DREHEHEAM, STOHOHOP!”

“Not yet, there’s still thirty more seconds on the timer!”

“NOHOHO!” Sapnap whined through his laughter, his nose scrunching up again. He pulled at his wrist as much as he could manage, twisting slightly to the side and reaching over with his free hand to try and shoo Dream away, but he fell just barely short of reaching when he tried. In retaliation, Dream did his first two fingers into Sapnap’s top ribs, making him throw his head back and let out another yell. “FUHUHUHUCK– WHYHYHY?!”

“You’re just too adorable, Sap, I can’t help it!”

“OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!” Sapnap protested, twisting his wrist and trying desperately to bend his elbow, but nothing worked.

A few seconds later, Dream realized he must’ve gotten carried away at some point, as the shrill ringing sound of the timer going off echoed around Sapnap’s bedroom, alerting both of them to the noise. However, Dream didn’t stop immediately, and after the third ring of the alarm, Sapnap decided to say something.

“IHIT'S OHOFF, DREHEHEAM, IT'S OHOHOFF!! THAT'S IHIHIHIT, TIHIMES UHUHUP, PLEHEASE!”

“Hmm… I guess you’re right, huh?” Dream said, pulling the hand that was mercilessly attacking Sapnap’s ribs away but keeping the other in place to hold his wrist down. Sapnap shook with leftover laughter, breathing heavily as he tried desperately to rid himself of the ghost tickles still buzzing under his skin. He swallowed, letting out an exhausted sigh, only the rise and fall of his chest and the burn in his throat keeping him grounded to reality.

“Ohohoh my fuhuckihing gohohod…” He whined, reaching over and covering his ribcage with his free hand. He felt the energy coming back to his body slowly, until he was rudely interrupted by Dream speaking again.

“I have another challenge for you.”

“Oh, gohod, what now?” Sapnap asked, looking up at Dream tiredly,

“Relax, relax. It's not that bad, I promise. I’ve done this with George before and it’s way worse for him than it will be for you,” Dream reassured as he picked up his phone, going back into the timer app and setting it again, this time only for forty five seconds.

“I’m still scared,” Sapnap said softly, flexing his fingers where Dream still firmly held his wrist down. He squirmed lightly, letting out another string of giggles when Dream turned the phone around to show him the timer, already ticking down from forty five, forty four, forty three… “Oh, Dreheheam, whahaha–”

“Shhhh, relax, it’s easy,” Dream said gently, placing the phone just above Sapnap’s pinned hand, so he could see it when he turned his head, but he couldn’t quite reach it. Then, he brought his hand back down, and gently pushed the sleeve of Sapnap’s t-shirt up to reveal more of his underarm, before leaning down slightly so his quiet words would be heard over Sapnap’s whines, whimpers, giggles, and protests that followed the movement. “I’ll stop when you turn the timer off.”

“WHAT– THAT'S– OH, FUHUHUHUCK–!”

And with that, Dream wiggled his fingers over Sapnap’s bare skin, laughing along with him as he thrashed and squirmed against Dream’s hold.

Somehow, miraculously, after what felt like hours of torture on one of the most flustering spots Sapnap could think of, he managed to twist his wrist just far enough to break from Dream’s grasp. Immediately, he grabbed blindly for the phone, and as soon as he found it he tapped on the screen where he assumed the stop button would be. Dream decided to cut him some slack, reaching over and pressing pause for him, and then pulling both his hands back to rest flat on the other boy’s stomach so he knew he was finished.

As Sapnap caught his breath once again, Dream reached over and grabbed his phone, showing Sapnap the screen one final time so he could see that he did, after everything, stop the timer in time to save himself from even more torture.

With an incredible three seconds to spare.

[thehopelessromanticclub]

A DATE IN THE ER?

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre : fluff, established relationship, domestic au

Word count : 1.3k

Summary : You have a date at the roller skating park with him teaching you how to skate. But what wasn’t the part of the plan was, you ending up in the ER

Author’s note : I actually got the inspiration to write this from a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt. Pls do check out their account. They have grt writing prompts.

Y/N’s POV

”Do you wanna go roller skate?” As badly as I wanted to say YES, I couldn’t. Why? Because I don’t know how to roller skate. As simple as that. I always wanted to learn how to roller skate. But I never really had the chance to actually go and learn. Or maybe I did. Except for the part where I spent the entire lesson just sitting in the corner because I was afraid of falling. I know, I know life is all about falling and getting up. But A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!! that too for a week!? Nah!!! Not a huge fan. It was like that one Buy 1 Get 1 Free offer that no one ever wanted to avail.

But guess what did I say….

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Well, what else do you expect me to do when he’s asking me with those lethal puppy eyes. They have the power to melt the coldest heart, let alone me.

so here I was, on my way to skating rink with a human-in-a-bunny-form boyfriend beside me hopping on his two hind legs unable to contain his excitement, narrating all those scenarios where, if I happened to fall, he’ll come to my rescue, and how we can stare at each other and fall in love all over again. As romantic as that sounds, I couldn’t beat the fear in my heart of falling and embarrassing myself in front of him. Author’s POV “Jungkook-ah, do we really have to do this?” You begged tugging on his oversized denim jacket. “Is something wrong?” He diverted all his attention towards you.

“I think I’m having a heart attack!” You stated clutching the right side of your chest adamant on gaining his sympathy and getting out of this place.

“As far as I remember my anatomy class, heart is towards the left side of the chest, and yes, we are doing roller skating.” He said placing your hand on the left side of your chest earning a glare from you. He is one stubborn boss baby. Once he has his mind set to something, he’s gonna do it no matter what.

“Come, let me help you with your laces. I don’t want you falling. I mean I don’t mind you falling for me tho.” He winks at you with a flirty smile lingering on his lips earning an eye roll from you. This boy, he never missed the opportunity to flirt with you. You almost believed that he has dual personality. At times he is all shy and red, and sometimes he is so cocky that he makes you a blushing mess. But that’s why you fell for him in the first place.

He was a mess. A chaotic mess. A happy mess. An emotional mess. A beautiful mess. That’s one thing you knew for sure.

“Come let’s go to the skating rink while there’s still less people.” He guides you to the skating rink hand in hand. Another thing you loved about him. He always made sure you were cared for and loved for. His hand never left yours. They always somehow made their way towards each other. Gravitating towards each other. Happily and married.

Time skip

“Y/N, can you stop sticking your butt out?”

“Fine, I’m trying okay?

It’s not like I was born a pro at it.”

“I know, but you look like a new born who’s learning how to walk.” He giggled trying his best to hold his laughter as he has been doing for the past 20 mins. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, now let’s try roller skating without holding hands.” He stated, having enough confidence in your skills.

“No no no, don’t let go of my hands kookie.”

“I won’t. Ever. But trust me in this, okay?” He uttered giving your hands a squeeze before letting them go.

“Slow and steady. Each stride at a time. Okay?” He instructed watching each and every one of your step closely.

“I think I’ve got it…” you say, a victory smile making its way onto your face. Proud of what you’ve accomplished. Not a huge feat of course, but for you it was. You almost gave up on the whole idea of learning roller skating. Little did you know, all you had to do was ask your boyfriend out on a roller skating date!

“See, that’s my girl.”

your confidence grew in each stride you took, until it turned into overconfidence and next thing you know is reaching your hand out to grab Jungkook’s but they never met. Like that one forbidden love story, where the couple are destined to be together but their fates had a different say.

The last thing you remember is hitting your head on the railing and a worried Jungkook asking you to wake up.

You wanted to wake up, but your eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own. They felt so heavy. You wanted to sleep so bad. Just 1 min of sleep. Time skip

you struggle to open your eyes, due to the harsh lighting’s hitting on your face. And the throbbing sensation on your forehead wasn’t helping at all. And the smell of disinfectants tingling your sensory receptors was the cherry on top.

As soon as you open your eyes, you see white ceilings, white lights…everything’s white and a face. Jungkook’s face.

“Am I in heaven? Even the angels look like Jungkook.” Confusion was all around your face

“Hey Y/N!!! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you recognise me?” He bombards you with questions one after another.

“Jungkook? Am I in a hospital?”

“Yes, baby. Omg I was so worried.” He says slumping down on a chair, tears rolling out of his eyes one after another.

“Hey Kookie, it’s fine. Look at me, I’m totally fine, well of course except the bump on my forehead.”

“No you’re not. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You told me not to take you to the rink in the first place and I still did. If only had I listened to you, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“No, come here.” You give him a hug.

“Look, I know at first I was hesitant to go there, guess what thanks to you I finally learned at least how to stride in wheels right? Something that I never could’ve achieved my whole life on my own. But thanks to my boyfriend, I did it. Even if I had the chance to start over this day all over again, I would still go down the same path. That’s for sure.”

“Really?” He finally looks up, his face all flushed due to sobbing.

“And not everyone gets to spend a date in the ER you know. That’s definitely something worth telling our children.” He blushes at the mention of your future together.

“Do you have any idea how worried i was when you hit your head. What if you forgot about me like they show in movies. Just the thought itself is terrifying.”

“Dumbo, it wasn’t that big of a fall. And even if by the slightest chance, I end up forgetting you, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you again. For every lifetime.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

“I guess, it is.”

Just as you were about to lean in and kiss, you were interrupted by a resident on your case.

“Ms. Y/N, we are getting your discharge papers ready. I’ll prescribe you some pain meds and as for the bump on your forehead from the trauma, it will resolve on its own.”

“Thank you doc.” You both say to the resident.

“And yeah, one more thing, I would be really obliged if you love birds, could respect us singles here.” With that he left, leaving you and Jungkook foolishly laughing at how the entire date turned out.

[solvrized]

i have been in misery

୨୧ ꒰ pairing ꒱ : giyu tomioka x female reader

୨୧ ꒰ context ꒱ : au giyu; you have a date and your close male friend has been arguing with you not to go

୨୧ ꒰ tags ꒱ : (barely any) fluff, crush, making out, smut

୨୧ ꒰ author’s note ꒱ : this is my first time posting attempting to write smut so pls be nice. long-ish post. i can also take requests as well ^.^

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I landed a date with my crush earlier this week and ever since I told Tomioka about it, his naturally uncaring demeanor has been replaced with him being high-strung and touchy.

I had him over to help me pick out an outfit and to just hang out - as we usually would do at times like this when his attitude was getting to be a bit too much.

“Why are you acting like this? You’re the one who encouraged me to go out with him in the first place!” You shout.

“Yeah, I know…” He says quietly.

“Okay so then what’s the problem? Did you find out something about him and are scared to tell me?” You say pacing around the room.

“No, it’s not that.” He says while avoiding eye contact.

“Well you better speak the fuck up in the next 5 seconds before I throw your ass out of here. I don’t have time for this.” You say while exhaling a breath you were keeping in.

“It’s just…” He pauses.

“Okay, I’m done with this.” You say as you start to walk towards the door to open it up for him.

He grabs you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.

“I like you. A lot. And I always knew that but didn’t think it was serious. Maybe like a little crush. But you’ve been talking so much about this guy and I just can’t let you go on a date without us talking about it. I like you. I damn near am in love with you. I’m sorry.” He says as he lets go of your wrist and puts his hands in his lap.

You stand there silently not knowing what to say. You stand in front of him and crouch down so you can look at him.

“You could have just told me instead of acting weird these past few days.” You say while rubbing his arm.

“I didn’t know how. You're my best friend and that would be weird. How would I have even come out and say something like that?” He asks while still trying to avoid eye contact.

“Like this.” You say as you take his chin and pull him closer.

His lips hits yours and the kiss is light and soft, sweet and simple.

Once he realizes what’s happened, he gains a little confidence and puts his hand behind your head so he can be in more control. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you let out a quiet moan.

Both of your tongues fighting for dominance as he places his hand around your neck.

You get up so you can straddle him on the end of the bed. His hand roams from the back of your head to your hip as he squeezes your throat mid kiss, slightly knocking the air out of you.

You moan into his mouth as you start to grind on him through his pants. You start to feel him grow under you as you cup his cheeks, trying to gain a little control. He lets out a soft moan which encourages you even more.

You start to place sloppy kisses onto his neck, while he guides your hips to grind on him harder. When you get to his collar bone you suck hard and he lets out a loud moan.

“Too afraid to speak up but you can moan so loud for me?” You say looking at him with a smirk.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says as he takes off your top leaving you in your bra.

You take off his shirt and trail kisses down his chest until you get to his pants.

You start to unbutton them and slide them down while you kiss his pelvis.

“Shit.” He says as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

Once he’s left in just his boxers, you start to touch him through the layer of clothing, pumping him to get his reaction.

He starts to grow even more you can tell that Giyu has been hiding something that is a little more than average.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamt of this. You’re gonna have to do something because I will cum just from this.” He says as he looks down at you.

Feeling cocky, you smirk and slide his boxers down and lick the precum that has been dripping off of him from the bottom up.

Once you get to the tip, you swirl your tongue around it and spit on it. You take your hand and spread it all over him so you can pump him better. You start taking him into your mouth as you hear him spewing all sorts of obscenities.

He takes your head and tightens his grip in your hair as he pushes you onto him so that you can take him deeper.

You choke and gag a bit which makes spit fall from your mouth.

He starts bucking his hips as he starts fucking your mouth. Tears are starting to well up in your eyes from him constantly hitting the back of your throat.

He would have thought that he was going a little too hard but your throat vibrating on him from you moaning was certainly telling him otherwise.

“You’re doing a great job but I really want to fuck you right now.” He says as he picks you from your knees and tosses you onto the bed, effortlessly sliding down your pants and underwear and throwing them across the room.

He bends down towards your center and lifts up your legs to put them over his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. If I would have known you were gonna be this wet, I would have fucked you sooner.” He says before latching onto your clit. He sucks hard as he inserts a finger into you.

“Gi-giyuu” you moan as you grab tightly onto his hair.

“I haven’t even done anything yet.” He says as he adds another finger.

“Please.” You beg.

You grab onto his hair as you try to get him to lick more of you.

“Anything for you.” He says with a smirk.

He starts to finger fuck you faster while sucking hard onto your clit. He takes his free hand and holds you down by your hips so he can properly latch onto you.

You start to squeeze around his fingers and he knows you're about to cum.

"Not so fast." He says as he removes his fingers from you.

He takes his hand and spreads your wetness over himself.

He wastes no time and slams right into you.

“AH!” You moan as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He slides almost all the way out, before slamming hard right back into you again.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts into the air.

He quickens the pace but still fucks you hard as he grabs onto your thighs so he can have more control.

You can feel his fingernails digging into your legs as the headboard smacks against the wall as he plunges into you over and over.

That sound combined with the grunts falling from his mouth and your moans is the best noise you have ever heard.

You feel every inch of him moving in and out of you and it is a feeling you have never felt.

He places your legs on his shoulders and brings his hand to your clit and rubs in circles.

He bends down closer to you and sucks on your neck.

“Yes Giyu, that feels so good.” You moan while digging your nails into his shoulder.

“I love it when you moan my name.” He smiles and starts to rub harder while slightly picking up the pace.

“I want you to cum before me.” He says while looking into your eyes.

He starts to suck on your neck again while simultaneously fucking and rubbing you.

"Giyuuu, I think, oh god, I think I'm going to cum." You clench around his dick, a feeling of euphoria approaching.

“Giyu, I’m gonna cum” You moan as you feel your release approaching.

“Good, me too.” He moans as he kisses your lips.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” You moan.

He feels you squeeze and soon his dick is covered in your release and feels his approaching.

He slides out of you and replaces himself with his fingers so you can ride out your high.

He starts to pump himself and releases on your stomach.

Both of you moaning each other’s names and panting as you come down from your highs.

He plops down next to you kisses your forehead.

"I should go get a towel so I can clean you up." He says while looking at the mess he made.

“And I should cancel that date huh?” You say smiling while looking up at him.

[korn-dogz]

If I may request a enemies to lovers fred x gender neutral reader (fluff cuz my ace ass can't handle smut)

Of course!!! Enemies to lovers sounds good when it’s with Fred

Summary: you’ve always hated Fred but something he did to help you changed your opinion on him forever

WARNINGS: alcohol, random dude trying to hit on you, protective Fred 

You’ve always hated Fred, his cocky demeanour, his confidence. You never knew why you agreed to be a limp bizkit roadie, I guess cause it payed good enough to pay the rent. You didn’t mind the rest of the band, you mostly got along with Sam, you have smoke sessions with the guy and he’s pretty chill. Fred and you never got along though, he always tried to bother you but you ignored him, honestly you wanted nothing to do with him, everyday he would annoy you, pulling “pranks” on you, the time they did a colab with Korn, fred got Korns assistant manager which they called “carebear” to pour silly string on you, they (along with the guys in Korn) laughed their asses off the entire night. I guess it was one sided hate, he liked teasing you and you hated him for it. You tried to keep a good relationship with everyone who works for the band, but keeping a good relationship with Fred was hard

After their biggest tour that they’ve had, Fred wanted everyone to go out and celebrate, you were more then over with their shenanigans but your friends convinced you to go to the celebration “party” the party was actually just going to a bar. You were the one that had to drive the bus because the bus driver was drunk, you had no idea how to drive a bus but… it couldn’t be that different then a car right? Wrong. You were surprised no one died on the way to the bar, you’ve only driven a car, but a bus was way more difficult. You finally arrived at the bar and Fred couldn’t have looked happier, his big dumb face “alright! Finally we made it, without a single scratch from a certain someone driving our tour bus” he laughed as he put his hand on your shoulder, you shoved his hand off and followed the others as you all walked into the bar. The bar wasn’t too crowded but that changed once all of you walked in, fred and the band headed for the bartender and placed an order for a drink, you had nothing else better to do so you went up and asked the bartender for bud light. Everything was going smoothly, you were just drinking your beer when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around expecting to be one of your friends, or fred if you got unlucky, but instead you saw a tall man, his beard was poorly shaved and his clothes were baggy, he was obviously drunk “hey there, l-let me buy you a-a drink” he slurred his words as he sat down beside you “oh um, I’m okay, but thank you" you tried to politely decline him but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give up that easly

“Cmon… give a guy like me a chance" he started to touch your back, you quickly got uncomfortable “I’m good, I just had a beer you know…” you didn’t know what to say to him to make him go away, you got off the stool to try and give him more of a hint, but he got off right with you “cmon, we can cut the crap and just l-let me take you home" he got extremely close and his hand reached down to your ass “please don’t don’t that….” You moved his hand away from your ass as you looked away from his gaze “I-I’m not taking no f-for an answer” he smirked and tightly grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you away from the crowd “let go of me!” You tried to scratch at his hand but he used his other hand to grab your hand. when you see someone cut in the middle of you, you open your eyes to see a red backwards red baseball cap standing in front of you, it could’ve only been the one and only Fred durst himself, you were surprised to see him and confused “dude they said no! Now back off” fred wasn’t at all drunk, he just genuinely wanted to help you “and w-what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The tall man had confidence, confidence that Fred quickly shut down by punching him in the face

You were shocked as the guy fell back from Fred’s punch, you just stood there not knowing what to do when the tall man rebounded “why you little-!” He got cut off by the manger coming out and breaking up the fight, just then you realized how many people were staring at you and Fred, it didn’t really matter when Fred turned to you “are you ok? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Fred looked at you with genuine worry in his eyes “uh- no but he did hurt my wrist a little” you held up your wrist, it was red from the man trying to pull you away, he grabs your wrist gently and brushes his thumb over the red area “we should go back into the bus” you agree and you both walk out, you noticed he’s still holding your hand but you didn’t bother to correct him. He bring your back to the bus and seats you down on a couch thing, he sits right beside you “tell me what happened- only if you want to” you’ve never seen him this considerate before "I was just drinking my beer and this guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink, I said I was ok but he kept on pushing me, then he grabbed me" you looked down into your lap, fred was still listening and being patient “if you hadn’t stepped in, I’m afraid he might’ve done something bad to me” you felt grateful that he was there; which you didn’t think was possible “thank you Fred” you look up and catch his gaze, you relax your body and put your head on his shoulders, although you couldn’t see it, he had a surprised look on his face, he always knew that you kind of hated him, and now you’re here leaning on his shoulder

He accepted the warm feeling and put his head on top of yours. You two sat in comfortable silence until you heard a bunch of people get into the bus, you perked your head up and looked over to see Wes coming towards the both of you “Y/N! Are you ok?” You nodded you head missing the gentle touch of Fred, you heard one of the mangers yell “is anyone sober enough to drive?” Everyone stayed silent “I’ll drive” you groan, and get up from where you were sitting, you sit on the drivers seat “here we go again” you whisper to yourself as you turn on the engine. After a long day you finally arrive back at your house, your crash on your bed and quickly fall asleep but your mind kept on reminiscing on the interaction that you and Fred had 

You woke up the next morning with memory’s of last night, you pondered it for a while before deciding to get out of bed to gets something to eat, you walk downstairs and feel your flip phone buzz in your pocket, you take it out and find a message from “annoying guy" you start to wonder why you had him in your contacts before you realized it was Fred, you let out a small "oh" before you open his message

Annoying guy: hey Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house, I got the new version of street fighter we can play!

You decided to change his contact name to "Fred" before he finds out

You: sure, when do you want me to be over?

Fred: in 10 minutes, i thought maybe we could have breakfast together before we play

You:that sounds nice, I’ll be there in 10

Fred: okay! Cant wait

You put your flip phone down as you start to wonder why he would want you to come over, he never invited you before, was it to talk about what happened last night? You didn’t know, but with an empty stomach, you got out of your pyjamas and started to head over to Fred’s house. When you arrived you knocked on the door, after a couple seconds a guy with bleached blond ish hair opened the door, he had on a men’s tank top and some Jorts ��

“Hey! Come in" his chuckle has mesmerizing, it’s almost like you walked right into his arms “I cooked us some omelet’s, I hope you don’t mind” he lead you over to his kitchen and handelt you a warm plate that had a fresh omelet slapped on top “this looks good thanks Fred” you didn’t know how to express your happiness to Fred, after you spent months hating him “of course! I wanted to ask you something” the dread took over you as you both sat down at his table “go ahead” you start to pick at your food, nervous about what he was gonna say next “um so, last night, you showed me affection that I’ve never had from you, it wasn’t like any other affection that my partners have given me- well it was but- what I’m trying to say is that even the most simplest act of kindness you gave me, made my heart flutter, and I want to spend the rest my life with someone who makes me feel that way" you paused at picking at your food and looked at him, you could see he was nervous waiting for your response “you know Fred, I’ve spent months hating you, but all that changed last night, I felt like someone had opened my eyes to the person you really were" you took a deep breath and continued on “and, I really like you Fred, you saved me from some perv, and I will be forever grateful that you did” you’d never thought you’d tell him that, but I guess the universe had its own plans “really? You.. like me?” He was stunned that you said that to him “yes I do, now shut up before I take it back” he chuckles as you two finish your omelets “let’s head over to the couch, so we can play the game” you forgot that was the whole reason of you visit, but you happily sat down and waited for him. He loaded up the game and sat down beside you giving you a controller, you lay your head on him as the familiar feeling of his warm touch came over you, he put his head on your head but not without kissing the top of your head first, you giggled as you two played the game

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Hangman Trying To Woo You

Hangman X FemReader

Warnings: Drinking, flirty Hangman

As requested by @hockeyboysarehot​

(A/N:) Okay I’ve totally been obsessed with this idea since you messaged me I had to try to write it immediately and it kinda just flowed out. So this was absolutely a lot of fun to do! I’m obsessed with Top Gun right now so everyone prepare for a lot of writings and if anyone is wanting to be added to a taglist for a character or all of my Top Gun writings, I am also doing that. Just let me know and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The weekends were you favorite. Rest from your job, freedom from responsibilities, and the choice of whether to do nothing or everything. This weekend in particular you decided to go out and enjoy the nightlife. All your friends had other plans with their significant others so you were free to choose whatever you wanted and whatever you felt like. And today you felt like a few drinks, some pool, and old rock n roll playing on a beat up jukebox. That’s how you found yourself in The Hard Deck, it was one of your favorite spots. The atmosphere was welcoming and the Navy soldiers that haunted the place were always for a good conversation or laugh. There was one in particular that could play the piano like nobody’s business. So you never knew what would happen in the bar. This time however as you were racking up the pool balls for another round a different Navy-man found his way into your game. His brown hair and sharp eyes sucked the air from your lungs and when the smirk pulled his lips back revealing perfect teeth you could of sworn your knees knocked.

“Mind if I join ya,” he asked smoothly. Though you felt like no matter the answer you gave, he was going to join in anyway. This guy didn’t seem familiar with the word no, like you could deny a man like him anything anyway.

“Sure if you don’t mind losing,” you replied your grin speaking danger. It only made him more excited.

“Well aren’t you confident girlie,” he tossed you a cue stick and picked one up himself testing the heft of it.

“Not girlie,” you grimaced, “(Y/N).”

He leaned over the table lining up his first shot, “So sorry. Pretty name for a pretty face.”

“I hope you’re not thinking flattery will make me go easy on you. Also what happened to ladies first,” you gestured to the now scattered balls on the clothed table, “Is chivalry that dead?”

He was in front of you faster than you could blink, his height causing him to lean down to whisper in your ear, “Cause I don’t do anything halfway.” His low voice causing you to shiver. “And once I see a target I latch on before anyone else can act.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m just used to doing everything first.” He lined up for another shot sinking two more balls before straightening back up. “I’ll let you go first next game and I’ll buy all the drinks you want tonight.”

You snorted still waiting on your turn snatching glimpses of his derriere in those tight Navy pants. “What makes you think that you can keep my attention for that long?”

You blushed, swallowing the lump in your throat, and tightening your grip on the cue stick. “Pilot?”

“Pardon,” he stood back up grin back on his face seeing how shook up he gotten you.

“All the cocky ones are pilots.”

He winked, “I love smart women. Name’s Jake Seresin, call sign Hangman. So call me Hangman.”

“So Hangman, you gonna leave me out to dry or are you gonna take another shot?”

“Man I like you!”

Hours seemed like minutes as you spent time with the man you now knew as Hangman. His fellow pilots came up throughout the night to talk but most of his attention remained on you. True to his word he let you have first shot on the next game, the first one you did win as promised, and he bought drinks making sure your glass never ran empty. Now you both were sitting at the bar waiting for the next round going back and forth easily. Though confident and cocky, you genuinely were interested in him. Despite his exterior he was compassionate and apparently one heck of a pilot to boot. The stories he could tell kept you on the edge of your seat and as you both took a seat in a booth in the back you couldn’t help but really enjoy the attention he was giving you. The darker spot gave the atmosphere a more private air as you sat across from Hangman enthralled by his next story.

“I could swear that he had me and that was the end. Until in true form I shook him off my tail, got behind him, and BOOM,” Hangman slapped his hand down on the table causing you to jump a little in your seat, “got ‘em good!”

“Well I’m glad they didn’t kill you,” you couldn’t look at him as you were busy tracing the cuts in the table. “Cause I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you and smeared you in pool.”

“And here I thought you were getting sweet on me,” he chuckled taking your hand to stop your movements. “But if I remember correctly we’re both tied on games won.”

“Yeah only because you cheated,” you accused and he laughed. He rose from his seat leaning over the table to get right into your face. Eyes searching yours so intensely you had to look away. If your friends could see you now they would tease you relentlessly, letting some guy get you so riled up. You couldn’t help it as he was quite the charmer, when he wasn’t letting his ego get in the way. Hangman didn’t like you not looking at him, though he knew he was the cause. You intrigued him greatly and he couldn’t help himself. Though you didn’t know him and he didn’t know you, it felt like you both had known each other forever. Hangman didn’t make friends very well, he knew he was one of the best to ever grace the skies and that attitude grated on others, but you, you were taking it all in stride and giving it right back at him. You weren’t a pilot nor a soldier, just a regular person making her way through the world as he risked his life to keep the country you lived in safe. He’d like to think you were his reward at the moment. A prize that he didn’t want anyone else to have. He staked his claim taking your lips. You stiffened at the gentle caress taken by surprise that he dared to be so forward. Seconds ticked by before you relaxed, matching his pace. He kissed like he flew, hard and fast. You were losing the battle quickly, it made you quite giddy in fact.

Hangman released you grinning smugly, “I didn’t cheat at pool but I’ll cheat to steal a kiss.”

You licked your lips still tasting him, “I’ve had better.” You grinned right back.

“Oh do I need to try again?”

“I think you need to try a lot more,” you replied standing from the booth.

“Don’t challenge me,” Hangman warned. “You won’t like where it gets ya.”

“We’ll see about that flyboy.”

He grabbed your wrist tugging you out of the bar onto the sandy beach. Prying eyes and fellow pilots couldn’t accompany him on his new mission: Make you his and his alone.