#my precious earlier post
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
jontaro-kun · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
That one time a pose study (looking at art of pretty women and telling myself I was being productive) turned into Portia
150 notes · View notes
math-is-math · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
🌟SCOTTIEEEEEEE 🌟
Idk how to keep this art style consistent and it’s killing me
48 notes · View notes
kellterntempest · 1 year ago
Text
Thinking about stobotnik and love languages.
Gifts: Dr. Robotnik gives Agent Stone his own pair of control gloves and teaches him to use his badniks.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Stone has his own pair of control gloves in the second movie. I'm going to imagine that at some point Robotnik gave them to him or left them for him before the end of the first movie.
68 notes · View notes
banqanas · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
really feelin this today
2 notes · View notes
edraculation · 9 months ago
Text
finally got around to watching the last few episodes of the first season of TDI that i originally lost interest in after Harold got voted out and damn did i forget just how fucking excited i get about Harold. I don't know what's wrong with me but i just nearly dislocated my arm after wrecking my shit with a shitty backflip that i did the second he came on screen in the finale. i have never done a backflip before in my life. harold fuels me
#post#yes its five in the morning yes im up thinking really hard about my blorbo no im not gonna be able to fall asleep after the massive dopamine#hit i just got .#it's fine guys#I'D read his beavers and rats journal. HEATHER.#beavers and rats are COOL#most people leave their relatives precious heirlooms and relics of their childhood when they die but I'M leaving my children with my#massive notepad file where i talk to myself about harold that has so much text in it that my phone slows down when i open it#as you can tell i am normal !#i did however accidentally perform chiropractics on myself earlier when i snapped my head to the left to watch his part of the intro so hard#that my spine partially realigned itself#i do NOT fuck around about harold 💯💯💯#im on that harold grindset babey . up all day up all night thinking about harold 24/7 365#he's my babygirl#my little guy#my scrimbly boingo#<- normal girl who is normal#my jaw hurts from gnashing my teeth because when i get really excited i get the urge to tear things apart with my mouth#i start growling and shit too bro category 7 autism events turn me into some sort of creature or perhaps a beast#adn needless to say the mere vague mention of harold tdi is enough to cause at LEAST a category 7 if not a scale-breaking phenomenon#i dont think i mentioned that im freakishly obsessed with harold tdi . idk if that was clear or not . slash ess ay are see#im not tagging this bro nobody wants to see this . except maybe pissmaster so she can express her concern again but he doesn't have tumblr#and i am NAWT showing them this shit 💯🔥#im probably gonna end up telling him i fucked up a backflip though and whn she inevitably asks why the HELL i was doing a backflip im gonna#have to admit that i got so excited about the Presence of The Harold that i suddenly became an energy faucet so strong i had to#wipe the fuck out to calm myself down#hit my dam head on my headboard and shit#sowwy im subjecting u to this mutuals . ur probably gonna be hearing a lot about this guy for a little while . ok a big while#you know when cats get the zoomies and start doing crazy parkour shit and attacking random shit with their teeth . thsts me when Harold#fuck 30 tags god damn . my final message watch tdi even thoug it stressful as hell so i can talk to u about harold . pleas 👍
2 notes · View notes
padfootastic · 2 years ago
Note
what’s your favorite quote from one of your own fan fictions?
oh oh oh. hello there!! how did u know the way straight to my heart? 🙈
this is a tough question because i just. generally like everything i write lmao but lemme try and get some.
1. ‘harry james potter is my entire world, molly,’ he declared quietly but no less sincerely for it, ‘from the moment he was born, he had me wrapped around his finger.
2. harry smiled at that, a little sad and a lot bitter. it was easier being an orphan before he met sirius, he decided, when james and lily potter were just two individuals he’d placed on a pedestal. it was even easier before he came to hogwarts, when he thought that his parents, whose names he hadn’t even known , were irresponsible drunks without a care in the world. at least then he didn’t know what he was missing, what had been ripped away so brutally from him because of a madman with paranoia and delusions of grandeur
3. Sirius, who’d been sitting quietly towards the side until now, barely manages to hide a flinch at her words and oh, how Harry wants to tear strips out of her for putting that expression on his face, and in his home at that.
He knows what it’s like to feel that way in your own house, like you’ll never be safe. He knows, intimately, the feeling of walls closing in on you, of an ever-present itch beneath your skin, feeling like you need to get out but you can’t. And he can not, will not forgive her for making his Sirius feel like that. Sirius, who has been unjustly locked up for a dozen years. Sirius, who broke out of the highest security prison in the country just for Harry. Sirius, who’s the only one who’s ever looked at Harry like he actually matters.
4. “Can I do your hair p’ease?” Jemmy asks and Sirius is thrust back, many decades ago, to a moment when another James who owned half of his heart, said the same thing to him. He shakes it off quickly though—the act comes easy to him, all this time later, though doesn’t hurt any less for it—because he’s more confused right now.
(contd) He doesn’t like anyone touching his hair, much less playing around with it when they don’t know what they’re doing—but this is Jemmy , and Sirius is as helpless to his smile as he was to his namesake. So what James Sirius asks for, James Sirius gets.
18 notes · View notes
ranseur · 1 year ago
Note
✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🧡
✨🧡✨🧡
2 notes · View notes
menelaus-blue · 2 years ago
Text
today is jin guangyao’s birthday and the appropriate time for me to come out as an avid fan of his
6 notes · View notes
gghostwriter · 3 months ago
Text
One Single Thread of Gold
Tumblr media
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as reader’s background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💗
Tumblr media
The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.
“I saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleeves—they would look great with it. It’s tres boho chic.”
JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.
“Did you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?”
“Wait, what?” Emily interjected.
He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. “Yeah, yeah. There’s an article written about it in Vogue—softness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.”
They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.
Penelope was the first to break the silence. “Vogue?”
“Kid, what gives? Just the other time, you didn’t know how many shoes a woman owns and now you’re some kind of expert?” Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.
“Did not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?” Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.
“What?” Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. “I—I like to read.” A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.
The three women shared a look.
“But you read academic textbooks and classic literature,” JJ stated.
Penelope added on. “Not fashion magazines.”
He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to reading. If it’s interesting—” he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. “—I’ll read it.”
Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasn’t the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.
“Okay, see you tomorrow!” he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.
She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy genius’ erratic behavior. “Huh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?”
“Maybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.” Morgan shrugged.
The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasn’t far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else.
So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. She’ll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.
———
Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his mother—you.
“Spence?” You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. “Is that you, baby?”
“Hey, love. I missed you,” he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.
You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfume—the same scent you’ve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. “I missed you too. How was your day?”
“Better now with you,” his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. “Actually, I almost slipped up today.”
You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.
“Yeah? Did any of them catch on?” you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.
He laughed, finding your aggression cute. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”
“Maybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,” you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. “I mean, we’ve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while you’re away. Which is a lie, by the way—”
“I have plants!” he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.
“—that I brought over, Spence,” you quipped back. “But don’t worry, I won’t spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.”
There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Love, I wouldn’t exactly call you naive—” his voice going an octave lower. “—not when you’re looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.”
Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheek—a stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.
Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when he’s on his knees tasting nectar from the source.
The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bed—only the cries of his and your name and moans of ‘yes’ echoed well into the night.
***
The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meant—luxury label and priced well above their pay grade.
She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldn’t dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.
“Reid, that’s a really nice sweater,” she complimented, throwing in her bait.
He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.”
Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. “Can I see it?” she innocently asked.
The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to her—still warm from body temperature.
Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.
“What is it, baby girl?” Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. “It’s Reid’s new sweater. Are you seeing something I’m not seeing?”
Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?
“Huh,” Emily surmised. “Based on the fibers, it’s definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?”
“It says here on the tag—100% virgin wool,” she read out loud. “That makes it very expensive, right Garcia?”
The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. “Right you are, girlfriends! But it’s not only that, this—” pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. “—this is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollars—” they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. “—now why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?”
With his vast intellect, he couldn’t think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldn’t very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question ‘from who?’ He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.
When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.
“Hey Spence, I got you something,” you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing it’s other half.
You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. “Here you go!”
“A new sweater!” He exclaimed.
You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. “I noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new one—” your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. “—not that her gift wasn’t great! No, it was very cute! It’s just—I want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.”
He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about it’s nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.
He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. “I love it. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,” you reasoned. “Plus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.”
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.
“Okay,” Morgan drawled. “What’s got you smiling, Pretty boy?”
“Nothing,” he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.
“We have a case,” Hotch announced.
The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reid’s irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.
“He’s been acting weird,” Garcia rushed out. “Definitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?”
Emily nodded. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“A girl?” JJ guessed.
“Yes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,” Garcia surmised. “Do you think he’ll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?”
“Further?” Emily clarified.
JJ laughed. “Probably, let’s wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?”
She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.
***
The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.
“Cold Alaska is so not good for my skin,” she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. “I love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasn’t it.”
Morgan chuckled. “Aw c’mon baby girl, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy our time together?”
“You, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,” Penelope turned to the other female profilers. “My beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.”
Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.
“Reid, since when do you carry lotion?” Emily inquired.
He shrugged. “Hand cream has it’s benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on it’s properties, it can also repair and undo damage.”
The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.
“We know that,” JJ stated. “We just thought you didn’t.”
His brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, besides from the fact that you’ve never shown interest about skincare before, isn’t it a stereotype for men not to know? Unless—” Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.
“Unless you have a girlfriend that we don’t know about,” Garcia bounced on her seat.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Spencer’s eyes widened in alarm. He didn’t realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. “What makes you say that?”
They laughed.
JJ started. “Besides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashion—“
“—or having a pricey sweater you’d never buy for yourself—” Emily added on.
“Or, or—“ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. “—having a shea butter lotion with rough hands!” She waved the tube up in the air. “Plus, this is half empty. So either it’s not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!”
Derek chuckled. “Baby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.”
“Oh tell me something I don’t know,” she quipped back. “So Reid, want to tell us the truth?”
He sighed, finding no escape. “Yes, yes I have a girlfriend.”
The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!
“Looks like that cat is out of the bag,” Rossi nonchalantly stated.
Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. “Rossi, you knew about this and didn’t tell me?” Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.
He laughed. “I caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over here—“ nodded in Reid’s direction. “—begged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?”
“Six months ago?” Emily repeated.
“Wait, wait. Hotch, don’t tell me you also knew?” Morgan asked.
The unit chief smiled. “She was added to Reid’s emergency contact last February.”
“February? That’s almost a year ago!” JJ sputtered out.
The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. “Reid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.”
“What about hearing it all from her, instead?” He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partner—hopefully until the end of time. “She wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.”
All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.
“My man,” Derek sighed. “Can’t believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.”
“Answer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?” Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.
“The prettiest,” Spencer gushed out. “She’s my own personal sunshine.”
The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.
“She makes you sappy too,” Derek teased.
***
[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]
Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.
Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. “You okay there, lover boy? She’s still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?”
“Yeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.”
Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. “You know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldn’t be sitting here worrying.”
“What—no Garcia, I don’t want her tracked plus she didn’t want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,” his voice going up an octave in your defense.
She shrugged. “I’m just saying. I mean we don’t know a single thing about her—”
“We do know she exists and you’ve been together for almost a year now,” Emily interjected.
“Actually, it’s been more than year—one year and 124 days to be exact.”
“Buttercup, all I’m saying is we don’t even know how she looks—” Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. “Oh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bag—I wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.”
“Oh she’s pretty,” JJ noted.
Derek smirked. “Baby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her ‘cause I wouldn’t mind asking for her number.”
The tech analyst’s eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.
“You weren’t kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,” JJ appraised.
Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. “It looks high quality, probably vintage and—is she going near us?”
“Oh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!” Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derek’s arm.
The stranger stopped behind Spencer. “Hey handsome,” your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Penelope’s jaw dropped as she took in Derek’s flustered reaction.
“Me?” He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for him—the ladies man of the BAU.
You laughed. “Well, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mine—“ you bent down, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek. “Hey, Spence.”
A series of gasps were heard all around the table.
The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.”
“I missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,” you explained as he helped you into your seat.
Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yours—all attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.
He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.
Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but here—specifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found it’s way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three times—communicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.
The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.
“Okay, Spence,” she smiled. “Mind introducing us to your girlfriend?”
He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morgan—“ he gestured to each one. “Emily, JJ, and Garcia.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you!” You exclaimed. “So sorry we’re only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agent—” you nudged Spencer’s shoulder. “—wanted to keep me to himself. But where’s Aaron and Dave?”
Emily whispered under her breath. “Aaron? Dave?”
“They had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,” Spencer explained.
“Love?” Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.
You nodded. “I’ll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?”
“How’d you two meet?” JJ asked.
“When was the first date?” Emily inquired.
Penelope brought out a pen and paper. “What’s you social security number?”
Derek snorted at that. “Do you have any other siblings?”
Spencer’s eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.
“She has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,” Spencer laid out. “No need to make it sound like an interrogation.” He was wishing to keep you forever, if you’d let him.
You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tumblr media
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
4K notes · View notes
reshinless · 2 months ago
Text
──── 8 times in the morning.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. forest sex. that's it.
⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader,!!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!
⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. he would, idk i just get the vibes, oh and i wrote dialogue this time :)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
kinich who's such a meanie, merely observing you, a lustful smirk on his face as you rode him. watching each time how you plop down onto his base, the way your wanton moans mixed with the moist, & musky environment you've both set yourselves to.
kinich who leans against the branches, as your chest leans onto his, repeatedly bouncing. hearing the way you could only whimper out small mewls of his name, seeing how prettily your tummy bulged with his length inside of you, he could watch you for days.
kinich who holds you down by your hips, slamming you against his base when you start to get tired, barely carrying yourself off the branch below you. grunting at the sound of your wails of pleasure. or the way you screamed his name when you squirted on his cock for what seems like the umpteenth time already!!
"ah— shit.. have you ever thought how pretty you look like this?" he huffed out as he held you down to his base. you couldn't make out a reply, simply inhaling and exhaling, in the process of catching your breath. "s' pretty.. i'm gonna miss the way you whine my name.. gonna miss these hips on this cock."
he sounded so condescending. mere pants coming out your mouth, busy trying to formulate a sentence in a way to retaliate against him. but before you can speak a single word—
"mhm? sorry, what was that, pretty?" mock visible in the tone of his voice, kinich had no mercy for you, at least for now. grinding against your g-spot. "a-ahh fffuck.. kin—" you felt like you were about to cum again, deep crescent marks indented to your plush thighs. "mmf.. kin— i-i'm g'na.." "what? cumming again?" he only rubbed against harder, reaching a hand out to touch the precious little bump he made in your stomach.
the dominance of tree covers the whole of the land, yet here you were, instead of hunting for the price of a million mora, you'd get the dopamine of getting it at least. kinich who only let out a scoff, watching your eyebrows knit in pleasure, watching how your thighs simply quivered from it, you were getting close.
kinich who was obsessed watching your expression spoil into a hot mess on his dick. feeling your pussy clench on him so good, he couldn't resist a groan. the moon marks into your hips only worsening, whining for him to just finish you off already—
"c'mon.. say please. please ruin my pussy, kinich. beg for me, tell me how much you've earned this last drop of my cum inside you." such a meanie kinich is! he wanted you to beg him so sweetly, even when you can barely remember your own name. even when you can only see stars from cumming so much. after a few attempts, he lets out a low rasp, giving it to you anyway.
kinich who pistons your hips onto his cock one more time, a lot rougher than the ones he did with you earlier. hitting your womb so good you scream a little louder than earlier, startling a few animals nearby (LOL.)
kinich who arrives back to their commissioners, the ones who originally gave him the mission, saying they forfeit the job.
"hey— kid you can't just leave now! you already—" a bag of the ores they searched for landed onto the table. deciding not to accept payment for this mission this time, making you cream on his cock 8 times in a row was priceless.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
this was supposed to be in my kinktober thing but i guess i need to post
1K notes · View notes
unluckilyimnot · 6 months ago
Note
OMG I JUST NOTICED YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN THAT JUST MADE MY DAY!!!!
anyways can you do headcanons for bllk character introducing you to either their teams or the press iykwim
pretty please I loveeeee your posts so much <333333
Introducing their s/o to their team - isagi, kaiser, rin, hiori, chigiri
m.list | rules
Note : Hiii you're so cute lslsls thank you sm for your request <3 I chose this one cause somebody else asked about the press finding out so I'll do both !
Nobody is mentioned so I'll choose but feel free to ask for your fav ! 
Tumblr media
Isagi 
He's so shy but happy omg
He's probably blushing if they keep saying how pretty you are 
Those who ask a bit more about you earlier to isagi will probably start a conversation more easily 
But you love to talk with everyone!
If you're famous, they'll ask about it or how you two meet or even about your job 
But if you're someone like you and me they're begging to know how you two meet 
They're probably expect something really cheesy based on isagi himself 
He probably get teased a lot afterwards but he takes it easy 
he’s just so happy you can finally meet them 
Rin 
he’s pretty but awful so everybody think he’s bitchless
no need to say that they GASPED when he introduced you
you seem so sweet, what are you doing here ?
“He paid you ?” i definitely see some of them ask you that - like bachira 
wait until you tell them that you asked him and he wasn’t planning of doing without you mentioning it 
they’re shocked, they feel betrayed and are ready to make a scene to him before you calm it down 
everybody want to know more about you, asking you lot of questions to the point that rin has to claim you back 
holding your waist or wrist to remind you that he’s there too 
I think it goes more simply that he imagined at first 
He's always happy when they ask about you even if he doesn’t show it
Chigiri 
just like that time they react when they saw his sister, they will ask him who you are even if it’s obvious that you’re his s/o 
one or two would probably ask you out on a date to make him mad - tbh it’s really funny to see
he’ll blush and become protective over you, adorable 
he would roll his eyes at their jokes but as long as you’re laughing at them, it’s fine with him
he’ll get tease by the gaze he sent you all night, sweet and soft, speaking all the love he has for you before his tongue can 
he’s a bit cash if they’re doing to much though, they have to be careful around his lover 
Hiori
he talks about you regularly so they’re all happy when he mentions that you’ll tag along for a team meal they’re HYPE
they’re so happy to see you it’s cute, you wish every partner is welcome that way 
you’re so soft spoken it totally make sense that you ended up with him 
you’re probably a little reserved and overwhelmed at first but they’re calmer than you thought 
it’s also a lot funnier than you thought so, even if you stay glued to hiori’s side, you can enjoy the night to the fullest ! 
he checks on you frequently, catching a lot of eyes and they make sure to let him know 
you two are just so cute for sure damn couple goal 
Kaiser 
ness is jealous lmao 
he’s very cocky and proud to introduce you to them 
you’re so precious and most importantly : you’re his - he can’t just keep it to himself 
sharing the world about you start with his teammates
he’ll tell them how you two meet and how you fall in love with him - as if he wasn’t the one down bad - with his arm around your shoulders to keep you close 
he trusted them but they can’t touch <3 even in a friendly way 
you’re really welcome though, they’re all very interested in you and your life/job 
it goes pretty smoothly, even if ness is a little salty 
Sae 
he’s reluctant to say the least, he knows he won’t see the end of it 
you’re amazing, he loves you unconditionally
but you’re so good like that that he knows he will have to deal with them asking how you’re doing and he doesn’t like it 
he says yes anyway, and one day he brings you with him at an unofficial meeting 
they’re so shocked but happy to see you in real life (you’re on his lock screen) : they want to know everything
sae is a rather intimate person and doesn’t talk much about his personal life so you’re the one who will tell them the cheesy stuff
yes you received death glares, you you still answer them with a big smile 
you’re funny, they already really love you and they can’t wait to see you more around
Tumblr media
I hope you liked it !
1K notes · View notes
lixiepixiedust · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Peach to my Mario
pairing — idolbf!leeknow x f!reader (From the Unveiling Love series!)
word count — 2.7k words
warnings — she/her reader, tiny bit of angst, stress, tooth-rotting fluff
summary — Minho always avoids showing affection to you in public which makes his friends and members worry about his relationship, thinking it might not be healthy. However, in private, Minho’s a completely different person. One day, he comes home early and takes the chance to invite you over. During a little gaming sesh, his members accidentally walk in on him being overly sweet with you.
It was just part of Minho's nature to avoid PDA. He never showed affection when you were out with friends, and he wasn't the type of guy to show you off or post you on social media, even on his private account. When you first started dating, you went out to dinner with Minho and some of his members and their partners. It was the first time you were out with him around other people. Whenever you tried to initiate any contact with him, he'd gently push you away and give you a look that said, "Not here," which, at first, bothered you.
This constant habit didn't go unnoticed by his members. They saw how he acted with you around them, which made them worry about your relationship. Some even talked to Minho, suggesting he show more affection, but he always replied with, "I know what I'm doing." This left them wondering, "Are they even a happy couple?" because that's all they knew. They were never shown the real side of Minho in a relationship.
You eventually got used to it over time, as he had a way of making up for it. When you two were alone, he was the sweetest. He showered you with love, and he wasn't afraid to show emotion. It was fascinating to see how different a person he could be depending on the setting, and as his girlfriend, you somewhat liked this duality. When he'd get home from an outing with you, he'd immediately pull you into a hug and smother you with kisses, becoming a completely different person than he was a minute ago.
You didn't complain about the lack of PDA anymore because you were grateful that Minho saw you as someone he could be vulnerable with. He wasn't afraid to share his struggles and ask for your help, and you appreciated the connection you had with him in this way. It was so rare for him to have such a bond with someone, which made it so precious.
One day, Minho arrived at his dorms earlier than usual, and it was a particularly stressful day. They were approaching a comeback, and the choreography needed to be finalized with a tight deadline. A professional choreographer was scheduled to review their dance, and they had to have it perfected by then. The pressure was especially heavy on Minho, as he was responsible for everything, being the main dancer in the group. Comeback season always brought a lot of stress for all of them. The producers had to handle the tracks, and they had to attend numerous meetings discussing potential concerts and promotions.
Usually, during this stressful and overworked period, he would be staying late at the company, leaving little time at home. So, it was rather unusual for him to arrive home early. When Minho reached the door of his dorm, he tossed his bag onto the couch and slumped into a seat. He unscrewed a plastic water bottle and downed it in a few gulps. Minho buried his face in his hands, threw his head back, and released an exasperated sigh.
He took his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack and texted your number.
"y/n, do you have a minute?"
right after he sent it out, it showed as "read," with an icon popping up indicating that you were typing. 
"yea, of course. is everything alright?"
"i just wanna see you. and no one's home yet."
It shocked you that he was home already. You hadn't seen him for two weeks, given how busy he had been and how little time he had for himself. So, to you, it was surprising that he had texted you. You responded with a simple "kk" before getting up and preparing to leave. You were wearing gray sweatpants and one of Minho's shirts, but you decided not to bother changing, as it looked presentable enough. After all, it was just Minho.
You grabbed Minho's keys and phone, locking your own door as you left your apartment. Even though you had a car, navigating the busy downtown Seoul intersections often took longer than walking. Luckily, Minho's dorms were only a few blocks away, making it a short five to ten-minute walk. Upon reaching his building, you scanned your keycard at the lobby and opened the door after hearing the click. Minho had given you an extra keycard so you could visit him, although his roommates were unaware of this, as it wasn't something they would necessarily know.
You rode the elevator up to his floor, which was located quite high up, just one floor below the penthouses. Minho's apartment was notably larger compared to the others in the building, as he shared it with three of his group members. You went down the hallway and stopped when you saw his unit number.
You gently knocked on the door, not wanting to startle him. There was silence, so you decided to try the doorknob, and it turned out to be unlocked. You entered, taking your shoes off at the entrance before quietly making your way to the living room. As you entered the room, you found Minho sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the floor.
"Minho" You called out.
He jumped, snapping out of his thoughts and turned his head towards you. "You scared me"
"Did you not hear me come in?"  You chuckled.
Minho shook his head, a small smile forming on his face. "I guess I was too lost in my own world."
You walked over and sat beside him, giving him a gentle smile. "Long day?" He nodded and leaned into your touch.
You wrapped your arm around him. "What can I do to help you relax?"
Minho sighed, looking at you with gratitude. "Just being here is enough. I missed you."
You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "I missed you too, Minho. "
"Thank you for coming," he said.
"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "Why are you back so early, hm? Where's everyone else."
"They're still at the company, working on their own stuff now. I needed a break from the choreo, I couldn't think straight anymore," Minho confessed, rubbing his temples.
It was rare for him to take breaks for himself so you were glad he reached out to you in this moment. You continued to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.
"You know you don't have to carry all the weight on your own, right?" you reassured him.
Minho nodded, appreciating your support. "I know, it's just... sometimes I forget."
"Well, that's what I'm here for – to remind you," you said with a soft smile.
Minho leaned into your touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a deep breath. "I'm lucky to have you," he murmured.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the weight of the day slowly lift off Minho's shoulders. You could sense the exhaustion in him, not just physical but also the mental strain of the responsibilities he carried. 
I gave a him a gentle squeeze. "Wanna play something?"
Minho looked at you, exhaustion still lingering in his eyes but a genuine smile playing on his lips. "That sounds good."
You made your way to the Nintendo Switch (Felix's, obviously) and powered up Mario Kart. As the game loaded, you handed Minho a controller, and soon, both of you were engrossed in the competition. The colorful characters on the screen and the playful banter between you and Minho helped to lighten the atmosphere in the room.
As you played, you couldn't help but notice the transformation in Minho. The stress lines on his face seemed to fade, replaced by genuine smiles and occasional laughter. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the private side of Minho that he rarely showed to the outside world.
"You're gonna lose so bad, Y/n, you don't know," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yea sure," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips.
The races became more heated, with Minho throwing himself into the game, making exaggerated gestures as he maneuvered his virtual car. Every time you pulled ahead, he'd let out a theatrical groan, clutching his heart.
"I can't believe you'd do this to me!" he'd exclaim in horror, slumping dramatically in his seat.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Come on, Minho, it's just a game!"
But for Minho, it was more than just a game. It was a battle, a challenge that he took very seriously. When the races got particularly close, he'd lean in closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing in concentration. And when you crossed the finish line first, Minho faked his death right on that couch. He'd plopped onto your lap and stick out his tongue.
As you and Minho continued playing, the atmosphere lightened, and the stress from earlier seemed to dissipate. The room echoed with laughter as the two of you engaged in a fierce Mario Kart competition. 
However, little did you both know that the other boys had finished their work and were on their way back to the dorm. As two of them approached the door, they exchanged glances, wondering if Minho was still immersed in his work or if he had finally decided to take a break.
As the door creaked open, Minho was in the midst of a loud cheer, having won a close race. Your lips formed a fake pout, teasing Minho for his impressive gaming skills. Before you could utter a word, Minho grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. With a satisfied grin, he plopped back down onto your lap, his eyes shifting to the TV which displayed his victory.
His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he didn't notice the entrance of his fellow members. Seungmin and Felix stood frozen for a moment, taking in the unexpected scene before them.
Minho, still admiring his victory, suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. His eyes flickered from the screen to your face, and then he followed your gaze to the open doorway. There, standing in various states of shock and amusement, were his friends.
Minho's cheerful expression faltered as he registered their presence. He quickly disentangled himself from your lap, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.
"Hey," he mumbled, attempting to regain his composure.
Minho's sudden change in behaviour didn't go unnoticed by them. The two exchanged puzzled glances, silently communicating their surprise at witnessing a side of Minho they had never seen before.
Seungmin smirked. "Didn't know playing video games could be so... intimate."
Minho's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tried to brush off the situation. "No, just taking a break from choreo. Y/n happened to drop by."
You offered a friendly wave to the members, trying to diffuse the tension. "Long time no see."
"Didn't know he had such a soft side for you." Felix looked in your direction.
Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Minho, you've been keeping this hidden from us."
Minho avoided making eye contact with anyone. "It's not a big deal. We're just hanging out."
Felix interjected, "Alright, alright, let the man breathe. Maybe he's just trying out a new gaming strategy."
Seungmin smirked, "Yeah, because everyone knows that cuddling enhances your Mario Kart skills."
Minho sighed, realizing he was caught in a situation he couldn't easily escape. The members, still amused, decided to join the gaming session, pulling up chairs and grabbing controllers. The atmosphere lightened up again as everyone got immersed in the races. Amidst the gaming chaos, you felt a subtle shift beside you. Glancing at Minho, you noticed a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. Seizing the opportunity, you casually leaned against him, and to your surprise, Minho didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.
Felix, ever observant, caught the moment and exchanged a knowing look with Seungmin. A mischievous grin spread across Felix's face as he nudged Seungmin, who raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed like the members were enjoying this unexpected revelation of Minho's softer side. Minho's hesitancy towards PDA seemed to going away slightly. He didn't shy away when you rested your head on his shoulder, and he even tickled you a little during one of the races. 
The night turned into a fun and lighthearted gathering, with laughter filling the air as everyone bonded over Mario Kart. The initial surprise at seeing Minho in a more vulnerable and relaxed state slowly faded, replaced by acceptance and genuine enjoyment of the moment. As the clock ticked away, the group decided to take a break from gaming and sat together in the living room, sharing stories and enjoying the dinner Jeongin had eventually brought. It was during these moments that you could see a different side of Minho showing the side that wasn't afraid to be affectionate in front of his friends.
The members of Stray Kids, who had initially been concerned about Minho's reserved nature in public, began to see the depth of his relationship with you. They witnessed the way he looked at you, the way he smiled, and the subtle gestures of affection that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.
After dinner, as the night wound down, the members bid their goodbyes, as you went over to the door to leave. Minho stood up, indicating that he would walk you home. The others exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles playing on their lips. 
As you and Minho stepped out of the dorm, the cool night air greeted you. The city lights illuminated the streets as you began the short walk to your apartment. The atmosphere was comfortable, a companionable silence settling between you and Minho.
"I appreciate you coming over," Minho said, his tone sincere. "It's been a hectic few weeks, and tonight was exactly what I needed."
"I'm glad I could be here for you," you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't always have to carry everything on your own, Minho. It's okay to lean on others, especially those who care about you."
He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you,"
"Anytime," you replied, giving him a soft smile. "It was nice spending time with everyone."
Minho nodded, his hand finding yours. "I guess they know now," he added with a hint of playfulness.
You chuckled. "Well, it's not a bad thing. They seem to like this side of you."
He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I can't escape their teasing now. They're gonna tell the other dorm all about it"
You squeezed his hand. "You'll be alright. Besides, it's nice to see you letting your guard down a bit."
Minho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I guess you have that effect on me."
As you reached your apartment building, you turned to face Minho. "Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight."
Minho smiled, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "No, thank you. I needed this more than you know."
You both exchanged a loving gaze, the unspoken understanding between you deepening. With a final goodnight, you entered your building, watching as Minho waited until you were safely inside.
As you settled on your couch, you decided to check your social media accounts before getting ready for bed. As you scrolled through your feed, you noticed a notification on Minho's private Instagram account. It surprised you because Minho rarely posted anything on his private account, and he had never posted a picture of the two of you before.
Opening the post, your heart skipped a beat as you saw a candid shot one of his members must've taken from tonight. It perfectly captured the essence of the night – both of you smiling at each other, a shared blanket over your laps, and controllers in hand. 
The caption read: "Peach to my Mario"
Feeling a mix of emotions, you couldn't help but smile at the post. It was a small but significant step for Minho to share a piece of your relationship with the world, even if it was just on his private account. 
"Photo credits?" One of the comments read, from Seungmin.
As you liked and replied to a few comments, you couldn't shake the feeling that this marked a subtle shift in Minho's approach to PDA. Maybe, just maybe, the night had not only been a release for him but also a realization that sharing moments of vulnerability with you and his friends wasn't something to be afraid of.
2K notes · View notes
worldume · 4 months ago
Text
…..WHAT DO YOU MEAN PHONE SEX?!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
˖┊ spotlight: sakura haruka.
˖┊ synopsis: sakura would have never thought this new life would bring him everything that it did: friends, new found family, a sense of belonging— a girlfriend he’s in love with. a hot girlfriend who he jerks his cock to nearly every night, fantasizing about the day he finally has the courage to sink his cock in her. but that takes baby steps, right?
˖┊ content: masturbation, phone sex, assigned female at birth reader, reader also has she/her pronouns, love bites and hickeys, reader has the wonyoung effect, all characters are 18 and over.
˖┊ word count: 4.5k.
Tumblr media
sakura laid on his back, pretty mismatched eyes gazing up at the ceiling— unfocused. his chest heaved with each heavy breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and dampening his tousled hair. he felt the adrenaline slowly ebb away, replaced by a sense of weariness as he lazily shifted his gaze downward, staring at his hand. he couldn’t be bothered to scoff at himself this time, he’s too fucked out right now. sakura’s cum is whitish clear as it dripped from his hand, sliding slowly between his slender fingers. the droplets formed rivulets that traced down his skin, stretching into thin threads.
sakura was still a guy at the end of the day really. he’s had his hand wrapped around his cock milking himself countless times but instead of the naughty magazines he would use before, you’re now his favorite.. inspiration. no, seriously. just the thought of that precious little face of yours is enough to get sakura hard as a fucking pole. he’s surprised actually— not for any other reason than his thoughts alone are enough for him. there’s no need for porn, magazines, or a fleeting touch from a woman that smelled good earlier in the day… yeah, times were rough.
sakura’s post nut clarity was abruptly interrupted by the sudden shrill ring of his phone. the sound pierced the heavy silence, startling him. “ah— shit.”
with a groan he pushed himself up from the bed, feeling the thin sheets shift under his movements. he reaches for the phone and glanced at the caller ID before sighing, sandwiching the device between his shoulder and ear— the cool screen pressing against his flushed cheek.
“yeah.” he answers as he fumbles to wipe his hand off with the kleenex beside his bed, feeling it smear slightly. the motion was hurried and somewhat clumsy. his voice still thick with breathlessness, sounding rough and low when he finally answered. the word came out almost as a sigh.
“hi, baby! you’re coming out tonight, right?” god— your voice was so sweet it made him feel a severe case of cute aggression. which often led to frustration because he didn’t know what exactly to do with himself.
“where?”
“the beach party? choji and togame extended an invitation to bof—”
“hell no.” as sakura continued the call, he got up and made his way to the kitchen. his hand scratched his toned belly, the phone still sandwiched between his shoulder and ear.
“those pricks are still lame to me..” he opened the fridge door, the cool air hitting his warm skin as he peered inside. with one hand he started rummaging through the contents, pushing aside half-empty containers and expired leftovers. “and you shouldn’t be goin’ neither, way too many freaks gonna be ooglin’ at you in a bikini..” of course you didn’t see but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. the faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, mingling with the muffled voice on the other end of the line. it took sakura a long time to express his feelings but expressing his jealousy and possessiveness over you seemed to be the easiest.
he reached for a bottle of water, the condensation slick under his fingers as he twisted the cap off.
“then who’s supposed to be my date?” you asked through a pout. you were on the other end painting your toenails, looking down at them with a tilted head as if you weren’t sure about the color.
“—wh—!” sakura nearly spits out his water. “you— you don’t need a date.. it’s a party.”
“yeah but it would be nice, haru.” you say, finding yourself getting a little bit frustrated with him. you twist the cap closed on the polish. “but, if you really don’t wanna go it’s okay— i’ll probably ask kiryu to be my date for the night.”
“he’s going?” his expression was a mix of reluctance and resignation, eyes narrowed slightly in thought.
“of course, mostly everyone from bofurin is— umeee, tsubakiii, hiragi, suo, nirei, even kaji! but i suspect choji told him there would be sweets..”
“suo and nirei..? i didn’t think those fuckers were serious about going to a pool party.” he thought to himself.
see, sakura is actually pretty cute because he takes dates very seriously. you’re his first girlfriend— his first big boy relationship and the thought of someone else being your plus one at the party made his blood boil. a low growl of frustration almost escaped his lips as he clenched his jaw, his possessiveness surfacing.
“alright.. what time should I pick you up?” he asked.
Tumblr media
5:45 PM
as the sun began its descent, it casted a wild golden glow across the sand and sea. the sky was painted in fiery hues of orange, pink, and purple, the colors blending as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. the sound of crashing waves was drowned out by the rowdy laughter and shouts of the partygoers.
a massive bonfire roared nearby— flames leaping high and casting flickering shadows on the faces gathered around it. makeshift torches and string lights rigged between palm trees, colorful beach towels and blankets were spread out haphazardly and tables groaned under the weight of a spread of various food and drinks. the scent of grilled meat mixed with the unmistakable tang of alcohol.
people were scattered across the beach in various activities. a heated volleyball game was underway, with players diving and shouting with abandon. others were plunging into the cool water while other groups lounged on the sand. some smoking, others downing beers as music blasted from a portable speaker.
you and sakura stepped onto the sand, your fingers interlaced with his in a warm grip. you looked cheerful and happy, eyes sparkling as you greeted everyone with genuine smile. each person you passed greeted you with wide grins and waves— but your popularity wasn’t something new. you were known to be a very sweet and extremely beautiful girl, so much so that the crushes many harbored for you were still full in effect.
sakura on the other hand wore his signature scowl, his eyes scanning the crowd with wariness and annoyance. his jaw was set and his posture was tense— he wasn’t the party kind of guy so he said but this is sakura we’re talking about. emotionally constipated and stubborn. he didn’t like anything if we’re being honest.
as you scanned the crowd, you spotted two of your closest friends and called out excitedly, “nirei! suo!”
they turned towards you, their faces lighting up. “hi, (name)..!” nirei called back, grinning widely.
“it’s nice to see you, (name),” suo added with a smile.
you approached them and placed both of your hands on each of their jaws, giving them both quick kisses on the cheek. nirei blushed slightly his eyes darting away shyly, though he couldn’t hide his smile. suo on the other hand, closed his eyes and leaned into the gesture, clearly enjoying the affectionate greeting.
“you got the grump outside, good job,” suo remarked, glancing at sakura with a smirk.
“watch it.”
“hey?” you squeezed sakura’s cheeks gently and gave him a teasing look. “be sweet. you promised no fussing or fights tonight.”
he sighed, his expression softening slightly. “yeah, yeah,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
you and sakura walked hand in hand through the party while the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music. nirei and suo followed closely chatting animatedly as you searched for a spot to settle down. on the way you all ran into some familiar faces, chatting with them until eventually, you found a cozy area near the bonfire, away from the thickest crowds but still within earshot of the music.
sakura spread out a large beach towel while nirei and suo laid down blankets and set their bags beside them. the four of you arranged yourselves comfortably, the bonfire casting a warm glow around you all as the sun dipped lower on the horizon.
you were starting to feel the evening’s warmth settling around you and the fabric of your swimsuit cover up was feeling stifling against your skin. you glanced at sakura, who was focused on setting up the towels, giving him a little smile. “he’s not doing so bad”— you think suo and nirei being there is helping him feel a little bit more comfortable. you stood and absentmindedly began to peel off your cover-up, revealing the sleek lines of your swimsuit underneath. the movement was natural to you, but little did you realize the effect it had on sakura.
his eyes widened slightly as he glanced up, catching you in the act. his breath caught in his throat, the sight of you subtly revealing yourself was stirring something within him. you continued to undress, folding the cover up with this casual grace that was almost infuriating, unaware of the sensual energy you exuded.
sakura’s gaze followed your movements, admiring the curve of your back and the play of light on your skin. his heart raced, his thoughts momentarily lost in the allure of your presence. he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, but couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire. shit, this was bad— at this rate he’d be hard.
you turned to him with a smile, completely oblivious as you settled down on the towel beside him. kind pisses him off.
“what’s the matter cutie pie?” you asked sweetly as you reached over to cup his cheeks with your soft hand. He gives you a haphazard scoff as you giggle, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.
“what’d i tell ya about callin’ me that stuff in front of the guys..” he mumbles under his breath, hoping that the two beside them wouldn’t hear but unfortunately they’re trying their hardest to not blow a lung from holding in their laughter. a small “pfft” is what ultimately set sakura off— making him lung for whoever he could grab first. poor thing.
7:23 PM
by now the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the beach. laughter and music filled the air, but for you and sakura the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. you guys waded into the gentle waves, the cool water lapping at your ankles before rising to your waists until you were both completely submerged into the water.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms encircling his neck in a koala hug. the warmth of his skin against yours was a nice contrast to the cool and salty ocean. droplets of seawater clung to both of your skin, glistening in the moonlight like tiny little diamonds. each time you two moved, the water would ripple and splash, sending cool beads sliding down their bodies. sakura's hands were firm on your back, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your spine, sending shivers through you despite how warm his touch always seemed to feel. sakura always had a boyish charm to him because of his temperament but.. it was moments like this where he gave you butterflies, made you feel like a blushing schoolgirl again.
you both could feel each other's heartbeats, steady and synchronized, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the rise and fall of the waves. you nuzzled into the crook of sakura's neck, breathing in the salty scent of the sea mixed with his familiar, comforting scent. your cheeks brushed and could feel the firmness of his jawline, something in you growing a bit primal. maybe it was the alcohol talking but you wanted him to feel something.
your breath quickened and you could feel the heat rising within yourself. you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into sakura's eyes. they were dark but inviting, filled with the same unspoken longing that you felt too. you wondered if sakura knew the effect he had on you— you wondered if he also stayed up late hours of the night touching himself to the thought of being inside of you. you weren’t a virgin, you hadn’t been for a while but you knew that sakura was. he didn’t have to explicitly state it, you could see it in the way he carried himself. the way he blushes at every little act of affection, the way he fumbles his words when you do things that are just mildly suggestive— it made you feel like a pervert but you knew he had so much cum to give you wrapped in a little bow.
without thinking you leaned in, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. you could feel the pulse of his heartbeat beneath your lips, strong and steady. he tensed against you and you couldn’t see it but his brows were forming into a furrow as your teeth grazed his skin lightly at first, testing, teasing. 
“w—what’re you doin’?” sakura's hands tightened on your back, a silent encouragement was all you needed— the primal urge in you grew stronger, an almost overwhelming need to claim him, to leave a mark that would signify sakura is yours.
you didn’t know if it was possessiveness, greediness? it didn’t matter— biting down gently on his neck, just enough to leave a small, distinct mark. the taste of salt and the faint metallic tang of his skin mingled on your tongue as you felt him shudder beneath you, a low groan escaping his lips. “that— fuck.”
you pulled back slightly to admire your handiwork, a small, reddish imprint on his neck. sakura's eyes met hers again, dark with desire and yearning.
“keep going.” sakura said— it sounded like an order, but there was a.. desperation hidden somewhere in there. just beneath his surface. almost as if he was scared you were going to stop.
you pressed your lips back to his neck but this time you found a new spot just below his ear. you began to suck gently, using your tongue to tease the sensitive skin. your tongue lapped in a delicious way— lips wrapping around his skin as you applied more pressure— sucking him, as blood rushed to the surface, creating a deep, purplish hue. you shifted slightly to get a better angle, teeth grazing his skin just enough to make him bite down on his lip. you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his breath hitching with each swipe of your tongue, each pull of your teeth.
sakura was hard. you could feel it but he was hoping you couldn’t. he’s never felt quite like this before— even this sensation right now was admittedly better than anything his hand could ever provide. he knew why guys liked girls; they were soft, pretty and smelled like flowers or sweets but this.. was he really missing out on this for so long? 
Tumblr media
2:56 PM
the aroma of simmering broth filled the air as sakura, suo, nirei, kiryu, tsugue, and sugishita— sat around a hot pot table, eagerly tossing in vegetables, meats, and noodles. the clatter of chopsticks and the hum of conversation created the typical sunday night vibe they were usually always going for, but sakura found himself drifting in and out of the chatter, lost in thought.  
he stared into the bubbling pot, the events of last night replaying in his mind— his cheeks flushing slightly as he remembered the feel of your lips and the marks you had left on his skin. his friends’ laughter and banter seemed distant, a background noise to his thoughts.
suddenly, without thinking, he blurted out, “are you guys virgins?”
the table fell silent. all five of them froze, chopsticks hovering in mid-air, their expressions shifting from surprise to shock, then to barely suppressed laughter. nirei was the first to break the silence, nearly choking on a piece of tofu with a furious blush on his cheeks— he wasn’t good at that kind of stuff either. all his knowledge came from sex education books and his incognito tab so he was pretty much useless to the conversation. “where did that come from so suddenly?!”
tsugue laughed so hard he almost knocked over his drink, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “you're seriously asking us that? right now?”
suo raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, a grin playing on his lips. “this is a first. you’ve really outdone yourself, sakura. what is it? you and (name) are getting pretty serious, huh?”
kiryu leaned forward, grinning. “ah~ ♡ alright, alright. calm down, everyone. our saku-chan is finally growing up.” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “i’ll bite. why the sudden interest? something happen last night~?”
sakura’s blush deepened, and he stammered, “no! i-i was just thinking about.. things. you know, with (name). i just wanted to know!” he caught a glimpse of sugishita giving him a weird look he wasn’t too fond of. “don’t give me that look, asshole!”
suo crossed his arms, a warm closed eyed smile on his face. “well, for what it’s worth, experience isn’t everything. it’s about connection, trust, and being comfortable with each other. that’s what really matters.”
kiryu nodded in agreement. “yeah, and take it slow.. don’t rush things because you feel like you have to reach some milestone. if you care about each other, everything else will fall into place.”
tsugue chimed in, “and if you need tips on how to not ruin the moment, just remember this conversation. we’ll remind you of it, man.”
“shut up! i was only curious!”
“well, since yer askin’, i'll give ya some real advice.” tsugue leaned over the table with his elbow propping up his weight. “start out with some phone sex.”
so nodded in agreement. “hm, that isn’t a bad way to ease into it— it's a good way to build up intimacy without the pressure of being physically together. plus, it can be quite attractive.”
kiryu was still grinning when he added, “yeah, knucklehead is actually right this time, saku-chan. t's a good way to explore what you both like.. aaaannd~ it sounds like you’re already halfway there, if your random question is anything to go by.” he chuckled.
“and the two big mosquito bites on your neck..” sugishita mumbled with an eye roll.
sakura blinked, taken aback. “p-phone sex..?”
kiryu nodded. “yeah.. it's.. less intimidating and it can help you get comfortable with each other’s boundaries.. just let it happen. and maybe don’t overthink it too much— like you have the tendency to do.”
“i do not!” sakura barked, crossing his arms with a heavy blush on his face. “just drop it— nothing’s goin’ on, i was just—”
“curious?” suo tilted his head and offered sakura a smile. “its okay, we’re not here to judge you. but you make it so hard not to poke a little bit of fun.”
“yeah, yeah.. lets eat.”
out of the five at the table, 3/5 had their cherry picked. can you guess which three?
Tumblr media
11:11
sakura lay on his bed, the cool breeze from the open window rustling the curtains. his phone was pressed to his ear, and on the other end, your voice warmed his ear. you guys had been chatting about your days, sharing the small details. like how you went shopping that day and picked up a new perfume and got the refill on your nails you had been wanting for a few days now. sakura didn’t know what half of this stuff was until he started dating you and now he looks forward to picking your next nail set or seeing what the very slight change you made to your hair that makes a world of a difference for you.
“yeah, i’m sure it’ll look okay– a middle part won’t make you look ‘weird.’” he rolls his eyes— he doesn’t know why you worry over little things like that. he’s never seen you look bad a day in your life. 
“it can! that’s like your black hair where your white is and vice versa! i was too nervous to try it at the party so i did it how i usually do it.” you said through a small pout.
“yeah, speaking of— it’s been almost a week and those shitty marks you left are still dark. they’re teasing me about it,” he grumbled in his usual fussy tone, adjusting onto his pillow as he props his head up onto his forearm. He finds himself looking back up at the ceiling.
you giggled, your laughter like a melody to his ears. “you weren’t complaining when i was doing it.”
sakura huffed, his blush deepening. “that’s not the point! suo and kiryu have been relentless. they won’t let it go.”
“oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” you teased. “besides, they’re just jealous because i~ got to mark you first.”
“psh, whatever.”
there was a small pause.
“so,” your voice dropped to a softer, more intimate tone— but you almost sounded worried, “do you really mind the marks? you can be honest..”
sakura hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding a little faster. he panics a little actually, he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea “no!” he coughs before lowering his voice a bit. “i.. i don’t mind,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “liked it, actually.. made me feel.. close to you. or whatever.”
you smiled on the other end, your own heart swelling. “you reacted so cutely~”
sakura felt a warm flush spread from his cheeks down to his chest. that all too familiar feeling of his cock starting to jump. “..you’re really good at making me feel things, y’know that?"
“good things, i hope?” your voice was playful but still sincere.
“yeah,” he replied, his voice growing softer, more breathless as he felt more blood rushing from his head to his cock. “really good things.” the outline of his shaft was getting more and more prominent by the second.. he just can’t stop thinking about.. you. everything about you. it's all so alluring; your smell, how soft your skin is, how sweet your voice is— how your lips felt against his skin, sucking him. he can’t help but to reach down to palm himself— his chest starting to rise and fall visibly.
there was a brief pause, filled with the gentle sound of their breathing. you broke the silence, tone even more intimate. “sakura?”
“yeah?”
“are you touching yourself?” you ask, your voice is so soft— it makes sakura feel like it's okay to tell you the truth. but you almost sound amused.. it makes him wonder if it’s really that obvious.
his heart raced. “yeah,” he confessed. “i.. keep fuckin’ replaying it in my head.. you touchin’ me, felt good.”
“sakura,” your voice was a soft murmur, “i can almost feel you here with me..” he hears your voice crack.
sakura swallowed hard, his breath hitching slightly. “what’re you doin’?”
your breath was warm in his ear, even over the phone. “rubbing my clit..”
sakura’s hand grasps at his shaft through his boxers, almost like he’s telling it to stop. “fuck,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “that’s so hot. it feel good?”
“it feels really good.. but i wish to your cock instead..” you said. Sakura's almost taken back from how easily the filth leaves your mouth— that sweet voice.. it almost doesn’t fit. his breathing gets deeper, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches for the waistband of his boxers, hesitating for a moment.
“are you still with me?” you ask, voice was a soothing presence in his ear.
“yeah,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “i’m here.” sakura pushes down his boxers, feeling the soft fabric glide over his skin. he slides the boxers down to the thickest part of his thighs, the sensation cooling as the air finally hits the sensitive skin on this cock, specifically the leaky tip making him shiver.
he wrapped his fingers around his cock, feeling its warmth and hardness in his hand. his grip was firm, the sensation immediately sending a jolt of pleasure through him. he started with slow, deliberate strokes, his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. each movement was accompanied by a soft gasp as he savored the feeling. When he does this by himself it never feels this good— he’s fucking shaking.
“mmgh—! sakura..” you lay on your bed, the phone pressed to your ear as you listen to Sakura’s ragged breaths— his voice alone was enough to make you ache, but knowing what he was doing on the other end of the line made your pulse quicken with need. you started with slow, gentle circles on your clit, your hips bucking slightly against your hand, seeking more friction.
your fingers dipped lower, sliding through your wetness before pushing inside, you moaned softly, the sensation of your fingers filling you a sweet relief but it didn’t feel like enough. you picked up the pace, pumping in and out of yourself as your breath came in shallow, needy gasps.
“keep talking,” he gasped, his voice strained with lust. “i wanna hear you.” sakura's strokes became more rhythmic, his grip tightening. he could feel every ridge and vein beneath his fingers, each tug eliciting a surge of raw, primal desire. his thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, spreading the moisture that had begun to gather there, adding a slickness that intensified the sensation.
your breath hitched again, fingers moving faster. “’m so close, thinking about you touching me.. want to feel your hands on me, your mouth.. i need you to make me come.” your words were punctuated by soft whimpers and moans, each sound pushing sakura closer to the edge. you could hear the intensity of his strokes increasing.
“‘m almost therealmosttherealmost there..!,” you panted, her voice a desperate plea. “please, sakura, need you to come with me..!” with a final breathless cry, you felt her climax wash over you, your body trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “s–sa–kura!” you gasped, your voice a mix of pleasure and longing.
“fuck. yes.” he groaned, his voice filled with raw pleasure. his breathing grew heavier, each exhale a mix of need and pleasure. the muscles in his arm flexed with each motion, a steady rhythm that drove him closer to the edge. he could feel the tension building in his body, a tight coil of desire that demanded release.
his strokes quickened, his hand moving with a sense of urgency. the friction, the heat, the intensity of his own touch brought him to a fever pitch. he could feel the impending climax, a powerful surge of pleasure that built with every stroke. with a final pull sakura reached his peak. his body tensed, every nerve ending on fire as the orgasm tore through him. his hand continued to move, milking every last drop of pleasure until he was left breathless and spent.
he went limp back onto his bed, feeling the aftershocks of his release, his body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. his hand still loosely wrapped around himself, he lay there, breathing heavily.
“holy shit..” he said breathlessly. you giggle on the other line and he hears a shuffle.
“can i see it~? they’re cute when they’re all soft!”
Incoming facetime call from (Name).
“wha?!”
Tumblr media
�� all content belongs to worldume 2024. do not, translate, modify or repost to any other platforms.
tag: @eevees-hobbies <3
475 notes · View notes
prythianpages · 5 months ago
Text
Goodnight | Azriel
Tumblr media
summary: Azriel has a night time confession. The aftermath of me still having Billie Eilish's Birds of a Feather on repeat.
warnings: none, just fluff
word count: 943, short and sweet
a/n: I wrote this a couple of days ago and was hesitant to post bc I felt it was similar to my other Az fic but then decided, wth just post it. So here it is 💙
Tumblr media
Shadows rustled among the trees, dancing and swirling, bringing forth a gentle but cool breeze. The tendrils remaining with Azriel curl up around his ear, whispering of the subtle shiver you gave. Without a word, Azriel shrugs his jacket and secures it around your shoulders.
“Oh,” you whisper, slightly startled by his gesture. “But aren’t you cold?”
“I’m fine,” he assures you with a small smile. He’s all too familiar with the chill permeating the air. 
There’s another breeze rustling through the canopy of trees. This time, it’s stronger and colder and some leaves fall, fluttering around you both. Azriel looks up with a glare but the glare is quickly replaced with something softer when the shadows around his neck whisper to him. They tell him of the way you wrapped his jacket around you tighter, a subtle blush rising as the new closeness of the fabric brought his scent to you.
“You didn’t have to walk me home,” you say, glancing up at Azriel. “Things were just getting interesting back there. You could still go back, you know.”
Azriel lets out a snort. “You mean Amren and her bathroom discussions? No, thank you.”
You laugh and Azriel smiles with you. He’s definitely not missing anything back home. Not when you, the greatest subject of his interests, are walking beside him. He noticed when your eyes began to grow weary and participation in the conversations grew less and less. He also noticed the mischievous glint in Cassian’s eyes as his friend glanced between you and him.
“Welcome to our world, tiny ancient one. Everyone poops! Anyway, you want to hear something funny? How about the time Azriel–” 
But much to Azriel’s relief, you had stood up with a small apologetic smile and politely dismissed yourself since you had an early shift the following morning. So, of course, Azriel had offered to walk you home, saving himself from the embarrassment that was sure to follow from Cassian’s words. He made sure to kick Cassian’s boot as he followed after you with a smug look on his face. He also made sure to bring his jacket along with him, noticing you had arrived without one.
So now, the two of you walked side by side. Granted, he could’ve used his shadows to winnow you to your doorstep in an instant. But that would mean cutting his precious time with you short and he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. The quiet night envelops you in its serene embrace and the silence that falls between you is comfortable yet charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you dare to break.
As you reach your door, Azriel’s mind races with thoughts he fears to voice. You turn to face him and Azriel fights the urge to frown. Why did you have to live so close? He sends a silent prayer to the stars above that you might forget about the jacket wrapped snugly around your shoulders, just so he’d have an excuse to see you again.
"Goodnight," you say softly, your voice like a melody he wished to hear every night, eyes still sparkling with the remnants of laughter from earlier. 
"Goodnight," Azriel replies, his heart pounding. Before he can stop himself, the words slip out so smoothly one would think it was a common occurrence between you both. “I love you."
You freeze, eyes widening in surprise and face contorting into a taken aback expression, trying to process what he just said. It’s then that it hits him as well. His own eyes widen in horror.  
"Um, sorry... I didn't mean to say that."
Your head tilts slightly in question, a gesture he finds absolutely endearing. He feels heat rise to his cheeks, his shadows slithering up his neck as if trying to offer him some comfort. "I mean, I meant it... but I didn't mean it, mean it... You know what I mean?"
Gods, he sounds like a fool. Years of meticulously concealed emotions, years of perfecting an unreadable facade, and now, of all times, he slips?
A sly smile plays at the corners of your lips. "Go home, Az,” you say, teasing and knowing. “And let me know when you mean it, mean it…”
With that, you gently close the door, leaving him standing there, his mind racing and his heart aching. Because what just happened? And what did you mean by that?
No. Azriel couldn’t leave it like that.
He knocks on your door, fist trembling lightly, his shadows whispering encouragement. When you open it, your face is a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He meets your eyes, apprehension and hope swirling together in his hazel depths. 
"I mean it, mean it," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, there is silence. 
Then, your smile softens, your eyes filled with understanding. You step closer, standing on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Then, I love you too,” you whisper against his skin, your breath warm and sweet, stirring his shadows into a gentle frenzy.
Before you can pull away, Azriel turns his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that sends butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. He savors the softness and taste of your lips, losing himself in the moment when you’re kissing him back with the same eagerness. He rests his forehead against yours as he pulls away, his shadows swirling between you much like the unspoken emotions between you do.
"Goodnight, Az," you whisper softly, your eyes holding sleep, yet shining with the promise of more conversations tomorrow.
“Goodnight, y/n.”
This time, as the door closes, Azriel feels a warmth in his chest, a genuine, unguarded smile spreading across his face.
Tumblr media
a/n: I seem to be in the mood for accidental/in the moment confessions. Sorry 😭
General tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria @the-sweet-psycho
@daycourtofficial, @milswrites, @stormhearty, @pit-and-the-pen, @mybestfriendmademe
@loving-and-dreaming 
662 notes · View notes
folkwhoredoll · 8 months ago
Text
personal driver - rafe cameron x fem!reader
Tumblr media
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
synopsis: a boyfriend, a driver, or both?
word count: 0.5k
warnings/tags: some suggestive dialogues, mostly fluff :>
a/n: hi everyone! this is just a blurb for my first post on this blog :3 i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!
masterlist
ੈ✩‧₊˚
Rafe’s soft side is an impossibility to everyone but you. Despite everything he’s done, your boyfriend never once hurt you in any way. You were a precious art in his eyes, a balance to his chaotic personality. Rafe also takes pride in being the only person on the planet who knows how wild you can be. An innocent face with a mischievous soul, he says. And he likes it, a lot.
Tonight was your best friend’s birthday party and she specifically told everyone attending that it is a strictly girl-only event. So there you were in front of your vanity mirror, wrapped in a pale pink bodycon dress while smearing a second layer of lipgloss across your lips.
“You look pretty, baby.” You halted your movements, turning around to see Rafe standing at your bedroom door with his arms crossed, eyes shamelessly raking up and down your body.
“You think so?” you said as you flashed him a sweet smile. Your heart always flutters whenever he compliments you.
Rafe muttered a low mhm as he walked towards you, arms reaching forward to grab your waist and kiss you on the forehead. “You always look pretty.”
Your lips turned into a small pout before looking up at him. 
“And you look just about good enough to eat,” he said abruptly, a cheeky smile growing on his face.
You chuckled. “stop it. we need to leave anyways.” You quickly made your way to the edge of your bed to grab the gift bag and the small purse that you packed earlier.
“This is so unfair," he huffed playfully. “You’re just using me as your personal driver.”
“Well I told you I can just grab an Uber—“
“Absolutely not.”
“See! And now you’re complaining," you scolded him while giving him a knowing look. Not that Rafe’s overprotectiveness bothered you. You love it. Being in his presence is the only time when you can be completely carefree, knowing that he’s there to take care of you.
“Alright,” he sighed. “What would I do without you?”
“Oh, stop being dramatic," you laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours, Rafe.”
“A few hours too long!” He rebutted, trailing behind you while you walked downstairs. Sometimes you wonder if this is truly the man that many claim to be dangerous.
“I’ll tell you what. we’ll do anything you like when I get home," you offered him, grabbing your heels from the shelf beside your front door.
Rafe’s eyes lit up at your words. “Anything?”
You immediately realized what went on in his head as soon as his playful smile turned into a smirk. You giggled.
“Yes, anything,” you said. “Now come on. I want to be the first one to give her a gift.”
Rafe didn’t hear any word that you said after that, his mind beginning to imagine what he was gonna do to you tonight. His smile never left his face even while locking the front door.
He raced to open the door to the passenger seat for you, whispering to your ear before shutting the door.
"You're in for a treat tonight, darling."
And with that promise, you can't help but wonder if the party is where you truly want to be.
1K notes · View notes
irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago
Note
Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?
THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)
Tumblr media
"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"
"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?
the answer is, unfortunately, no.
"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"
"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.
you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.
"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.
"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"
"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"
"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.
"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."
"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"
"hmm?"
"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.
"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.
"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"
"yes, katsuki?"
"please get this man the fuck out of our house."
Tumblr media
if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)
2K notes · View notes