#this was supposed to be a warm up butttttt

[sikuanlili]

I think I like when it rains.

[callmeklair]

laito ♡

disclaimer: whatever I'm gonna say is based on my memory so if anything is misjudged, feel free to correct me. if you are reading this post thinking whatever I'm typing is with 100% guarantee or with full knowledge in DL, then you are making one of the biggest mistakes of your life.

I'm writing from whatever I remembered.

one thing I'm grateful to Rejet for, despite many neglected and unexplained plot points, is maintaining Laito's character development pace.

he is one of the most complex characters in DL and his trauma runs really deep. he was once a sweet boy ruined by Cordelia, further, trying to paint himself black in the horrible reality, thinking it's the right thing? by drowning himself in pleasure? to hide his loneliness? to hide his pain?

by the timeline in the dark fate game, every boy of the sakamaki household has warmed up to Yui and were in the lover's phase, but laito... ah, yes he was also already close to Yui and was lovey dovey but at the same time he was disoriented, even Carla wasn't able to predict him.

he tried to push Yui away, built up a wall again, tried making her hate him to protect her.

in case of his trust issues, don't remember if it was mentioned or not, but he never blamed Yui, it was him that he wasn't able to trust due to his past after all was he ever thought the correct way of love? no more than that, 'why will a vampire be taught love?'

laito is quick witted so is Reji, so is Shu. as much as I can remember these characters were the less likely ones to use their strength in Sakamaki DF, and only used their brains.

but they kept Yui to themselves and protected her under them. But Laito, conflicted. he wasn't able to trust himself on her, how was he supposed to protect her from Tsukinamis?

This is why I'm glad, despite his lover phase, he wasn't truly suddenly sunshine and rainbow with Yui because he was still dealing with his trauma. I mean as per DF timeline it wasn't that long since Yui came into their life, also, knowing Laito, there's no way they both sparked for each other at first sight so to me it was the perfect pace.

considering it was like a month or so between HDB & DF, and how it might have taken Yui a few weeks to get closer to them, Laito's DF route was understandable.

butttttt when Laito does overcome it little by little, and starts trusting himself on Yui, he is a clingy boyfie. I mean just look at his Lunatic Parade CGs

there's not even one CG where he hasn't kissed her or tried to get an opportunity/opening to kiss her.

i don't remember his LP route at all, so I need to re-read that once again. but until then, I'll just end this post here. anyone wanna add/correct something, feel free to comment/tell me/send me an ask, I'll happily edit my post. i won't be offended if there's something i wrote wrong and you come to correct me.

note: edited this at 2 am after it has been stuck in my draft for a month, so any wrong English/grammatical error, pls ignore it. I'll correct it later when I'm sober

[olenvasynyt]

I’m insane. Tell me about the Micah fic and I’ll eat it up

The last time I touched this was July 24th 2023 so don’t judge the writing and I also am not into reader fics BUTTTTTT this has been stuck in my head so if you’re into it I’ll work on it just for u 🫶

(About reader being a sub to Micah while he’s working. COCKWARMING

Other fic: cockwarming?

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting under Micah’s desk, but it had to have been long because your knees were beginning to hurt, and the aching wetness between your legs was starting to become unbearable. Listening to his voice….you were supposed to kneel there silent and still as the angel did his business. No squirming or touching, no noises, and no eye contact. Perfectly still and quiet like a good pet.

It was becoming impossible. While you sat through one-on-one meetings with various _____; as forms were approved and signed or scoffed and denied, you became increasingly restless. Once when he was finally without company from his secretary or a member of the ____, or ____, you dared to look up at him, your head between his knees.

“Please, sir,” you whispered.

You did not need to continue for him to understand; the whine in your voice and the way your fists clenched your knees told him exactly what you wanted.

His lip curled, and he lowered a hand from his keyboard. “I nearly forgot you were down there.”

Fucking Hel, his voice…you could come at the mere sound…him addressing you. The archangel addressing you.

He cupped your chin with a grip that was both possessive and loving. “Are you getting desperate?”

“I got one more meeting.”

“Come here. You’re going to keep me warm until I decide you’ve earned more.”

You did as you were told and shuffled forward to the task, chest heaving, hands itching to touch him. But every movement needed to be ordered. No squirming, no touching…

No touching him until he told you to, and no touching yourself.

Micah’s fingers went to his belt; the very sound of the leather and metal clicking alone made you clench your teeth. He pulled the belt from its loops, and you gave a jolt as he placed it carelessly on the desk above your head with a thud.

Slowly, Micah’s fingers unbuttoned his pants. With a swift flick of his wrist, Micah freed his cock, his endowment still evident despite its current softness.

He must truly be bored from his meetings. You resisted squirming, imagining his full hardness pressing between your lips, the feeling of his veins rubbing at your tongue…you were determined to please him, to feel the reward of his seed spurt down your throat…

Your mouth was already open and welcoming, and he gave a soft laugh. “Such a good whore for me.” Micah gently pressed his tip down onto your tongue. He was deliciously soft, like velvet.

He slipped himself inside your mouth and leaned back in his chair to get comfortable. You settled, too, inching a bit more into his lap to take him fully. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his full, soft length fill up your mouth. The soles of your bare feet pressing dangerously against your center, hard like what you craved.

No touching, no squirming…and no coming without his say. That was definitely his biggest rule. You’ve gotten punished for screwing up a few times already since the beginning of your contract, and every punishment just made you more wet for him.

Your chin sat on his pants; you desperately want to suck, to roll your tongue over him…but he knew that.

His hands tightened at your head in warning. “Still,” he ordered. “Until my last meeting is done, you will keep still.”

You knew that people might see you; your head was peeking out slightly from underneath the desk, nuzzled in the archangel’s lap.

His hand brushed your hair teasingly, tauntingly, and with a suddenly firm grip, he pushes you deeper into him. You accidentally let out a muffled moan.

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

I See You

Fandom: Dardevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Plus Size! Fem Identifying! Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: E - 18+ Only - Smut

Warnings: Smut, religious overtones, grinding, dry humping, choking/hand around throat kink, body insecurities, lots of pet names (good girl, sweetheart), slightly possessive Matt at the end? 

Summary: Your relationship with Matthew is...complicated. You’re together, but not officially. You start to wonder why he even bothers when you don’t look like the women he’s been with in the past. You worry that if he could see you, he’d have never chosen you. Matt has a different definition of sight.

Notes: This wasn’t supposed to be smut, butttttt here ya’go. 

Also before people go ‘why do people always write insecure plus size readers?? I’m not insecure!’. I’m fat, i’m a fat writer, okay and I want to explore some of my personal unresolved insecurities and have some reassurance back. No matter how confident I am, there are still things I use writing to work through. Don’t like it, look at the warnings and don’t read it. I’m too old for you to try to police what’s written, if you want something else then go write it for yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” He can hear the way you shift on his couch at the question, the way your heart rabbits, faster and faster, how your breath seems shaky, unhappy, like you might cry at any minute. Matt can hear your teeth as they scrape across your lip, the swipe of your tongue across a tooth, an anxious habit of yours. He knows you, maybe better than you know yourself, something’s off. Something is wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, Matt…” He’s watching you, in the only way Matt can, gaze turned in your direction, eyes unseeing, yet he seems to notice everything. You’re not fine. You know you're not, but it's…it's silly, nothing he should have to be burdened with. Not when he spends his days worrying over the law firm and trying to find new clients. He’s got enough on his plate with Karen’s case, let alone you. 

“Please don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”  He can hear your heart going a mile a minute, can hear you biting at your nails, an anxious habit of yours that you’ve been trying very hard to break the entire time he’s known you. 

Your relationship with Matt is complicated. Friends first and then…and then after years of watching him pick up different women in college, charming them with just a smile, after all that, finally he seemed to notice you as more than just a friend. You hadn’t put a label on it yet, hadn’t said a word to Foggy, but neither of you were seeing other people. You spent more time at his than at your own. You slept in his arms most nights and saw him every day of the week. Friends didn’t kiss and friends certainly didn’t tumble into bed together time after time or iron the other’s suits or run them a bath when they were hurting. Friends didn’t buy each other flowers or leave hickeys on the other’s neck.

“It’s silly, Matt…it’s not something you should have to worry about. It’s okay.” It’s so stupid, so juvenile. Not something you really want to discuss with your not quite, not really a boyfriend, boyfriend who’s a lawyer and so bloody adult and mature. Who’s been with so many wonderful women before you. Who can probably do better than you…

You watch him bridge the distance between the two of you, how he knows his apartment effortlessly, navigates around the coffee table with ease before standing just in front of you. Your hands come up to stop him just short, so he doesn’t trip over your feet and Matt grabs them, uses them to pull you up and bring you close. Chest to chest, feet toe to toe. His hands are so warm, yours feel icy cold, the tips always are. 

“It’s not silly if it’s you. I want to know what’s wrong, so maybe I can…maybe I can help.” He squeezes your hands tight, three times, a ritual of his these days, “Talk to me.” Matt loves you, he knows he does. He’s liked you for years, the friend he always found too lovely, too kind, too gentle, too funny, too tempting. He’d made an effort to keep the feelings at bay, to resist that pull he had towards you, for years, too worried to lose you entirely…he wishes he’d not wasted the time, but he did and now…now he needs you to understand that you matter to him. That he’s not here for a quick fuck that goes absolutely nowhere. He’s done and that’s not what he wants from you. He wants to hear what you have to say, to ease your troubles. He wants it all.

There’s a long silence that falls between you, except it’s not really silent at all. Your heart is still pounding in his ears, your breathing still shaky and nervous. Matt rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs, rhythmic, back and forth in a way he knows is calming for you. Can hear how your heart gets a little slower, a little quieter as he does it. He’s patient. He can wait for you to tell him. 

“I can’t…I can’t help but think about all the…all the women before me.” All the women you’ve seen Matt flirt with over the years. All the women he’s charmed, taken into his bed and kicked out the next morning, or brought back to his bed time and time again. No matter how much it hurts. They were all…they were beautiful. Pretty. Tall. Slim. Model types. The sort you think should be on the cover of a magazine or acting in a movie with their perfect silky hair and their gleaming eyes and…you’re not. 

You’ve worked hard over the years to grow more confident and you're frustrated at yourself for thinking it, for doubting that he likes you, that you’re pretty enough, when he’s given you no reason to doubt him. When he tells you you’re beautiful and holds you close. When he’s stopped flirting with others and focused his attention solely on you. You shouldn’t doubt him, but maybe you doubt yourself. 

Matthew stays quiet, knowing his interruptions won’t help. He needs to hear it all, to understand before he tries to say anything. He wants to interrupt though, to get in first and tell you they don’t matter, not like you matter. That you’ve got him wrapped so tightly around your little finger, there’s likely to be no circulation there, no blood at the tip anymore. 

“Foggy…Foggy..” You love Foggy but he always talks, and talks and talks and he…he doesn’t realise that you and Matt are anything more than friends. So he makes those jokes still, when they have a pretty client or there’s a beautiful woman around. The jokes about how Matt’s probably going to charm his way into their skirts and…he never made those jokes about you… “He’s always making those jokes about how…how you always seem to pick up the hot women, the pretty ones even though you can’t see them and I…I know it’s silly, but…I…”

Matt presses forward, forehead pressing against your own, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek, “You?”. He knows where this is going. He can’t see you. He can’t tell you how beautiful you are, not convincingly because how would he know? He’s never seen your face or your body, not with his own two eyes. 

“I’m not a model, Mattie. I’m not tall or slim or leggy like Karen, I don’t have my shit together half the time and I don’t always wear the nicest clothes and my hair isn’t shiny and flawless. I’m fat and I’m a little clumsy and I have this one spot on my chin that won’t go away. I…I don’t know why you picked me because if you could see me…” You take a shuddering breath and he has to close his eyes because it hurts. It hurts deep in his chest, what you're saying because he knows where it’s going and because the self-doubt, the negativity is painful to hear from someone he loves so much.

“If you could see me I worry that you wouldn’t have looked at me twice…and I worry that this isn’t serious for you, that…that i’m just the next thing on the list.” He’s not your boyfriend, but it feels like he is and every time Foggy reminds you that Matt goes through women like he changes shirts…it makes you question why he’s even entertaining you and how serious he even is about it. When he reminds you of the type of women Matt usually picks up, you look at yourself in the mirror and pick yourself apart. You're the biggest woman he’s ever been with and you wonder why you? Why not someone else?

“I can see you.” When he opens his eyes they’re glistening with tears to match your own, “Not with my eyes, but I can see you. I know the shape of you from my hands,” He presses them to your cheeks, finger tips roaming over your skin brushing away your tears and following your features, mapping them out to himself. The softness of your cheeks, that pudge underneath your chin, how your cheeks dimple when you smile wide, the width and tilt of your nose. The slight scar you have from running into a table corner at the age of two. 

“I know how you feel underneath me, wrapped around me. How your body dips and curves.” His hands trail down your neck, over your sides to your waist, press against the dips and rolls of your torso, “I know your stomach jiggles when you laugh, how your thighs press around me when we’re in bed.” He follows the curve of your stomach, and the width of your thighs. You’re breathless, unable to do much but watch and listen as he catalogues each part of you that he can’t see but still knows in depth. 

“I know the warmth of you wrapped around my cock when we fuck and the taste of you on my tongue.” He tugs you closer by the hips, his thigh slotting between your own, pressing against your cunt through layers of fabric. Matt presses his lips to the shell of your ear as if someone might overhear, even when he can barely hear himself, the sound of your heart beating so loudly in his ears that it feels like his own.

“I know how flushed and warm you get when I call you sweetheart and how you twist away from me when you're about to cum.” His hands stay at your hips and they rock you, back and forth, back and forth, urging you to grind against his leg like this is some perverse prayer to you. Maybe it is? Or maybe Matt doesn’t know another way to make you realise he desires every bit of you, that he hasn’t settled.

“Mattie..” You’re breathless and unsure and so confused and warmed all at once. His words are sweet and dirty and terrible, but wonderful. You feel seen, but find yourself zoning in and out of his words as he presses against your cunt and encourages you to grind back. The muscles in his thigh flex and tense as his voice grows deeper, grittier, a growl in the back of his throat. 

“I know the sound of your voice, when it's sad, happy, angry or hoarse from screaming my name. I know when you’ve been crying and when you’re starting to get sick because your voice cracks just the tiniest amount. I know you bite your nails when you’re anxious and that you constantly play with your hair. I know your toes curl when I call you a good girl and that you can’t help but dig your nails into my back…” Something you’re doing in that exact moment, your hands had found their way to the back of his t-shirt, nails digging into him like you might fall otherwise, anchoring yourself, as your clit catches on the fabric between the two of you and your whole body burns with the feeling of him.

“Matthew…Wh…” A warm, large hand wraps around your throat, it’s so gentle despite it’s placement. Just a little squeeze, just to the sides of your throat, enough to make your blood sing and your centre throb. It’s a moment of realisation. That he knows you, that he can pull and pick you apart and no amount of sight changes that. That he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re fat. To know you’re beautiful to him. To know who you are. 

Matthew's breath is warm across your lips as he stops to press a kiss to your mouth, he tastes like his particular brand of bitter coffee, and toothpaste. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he forces himself away with a groan at the feel of your cunt dampening the clothes between the two of you. Slick and hot and he wants to be the only one to ever touch you like this again for the rest of your life. To pledge himself to you. 

“I know the sound of your heartbeat, I can hear it wherever I go. I can pick yours out of a line-up, individual, unique, you. The same way I could pick your perfume out of a thousand others. I know you. I see you and what I see…” You can’t breathe, head tilted back by his hand, as his other rocks your hips against his leg firm and steady. You can barely focus on his words, that coil in your stomach so tight, as tight as your eyes are closed. The warmth between your thighs burning, broiling, blinding. You’re certain Matt is the only thing keeping you upright as you jerk against him thoughtlessly, seeking the orgasm you know he can always draw out of you. Like you’re his favourite instrument to play.  

“What I see I love. If I had my sight I'd still pick you. I’d still love you. Jesus…Sometimes I wish I could see because I know that I'd cherish every second of that image, burn it into my mind forever. You're my girl. You're my good girl and no one can ever compare to you.” The hand on your throat tightens, a buzzing loud in your ear as you gasp against his touch, your hips jerking suddenly at the sensation. 

“Matt…” God, he loves your whine, deep in the back of your throat like you can’t help yourself, can’t cope with all the feelings inside you. 

“I’ve got you, cum for me, sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can do it, just.” He grits his teeth and his hand slips inside your panties, deft fingers finding your clit from memory. “A little.” You try to writhe away from him at the feeling, too sensitive too much, but Matt keeps you close, fingers circling, pressing. “Bit.” Your nails dig deeper into his back, a small price to pay for the sound of your moan and the slick wetness against his fingers. “More.” The hand on your throat tightens as he twists your clit one last time, your body going boneless melting against him as you cum.

His name sounds like a song when you do, the way you toss your head back underneath his hand and gasp it to the empty air of his apartment like some sort of psalm. He works you through it, fingers careful of the sensitivity between your legs, before lowering you back onto his couch and joining you.

Matt wraps himself around you, your plush softness a balm to his soul as he presses kisses to your throat. 

You try to reach back for his cock, to relieve him of the hardness between his legs but he just takes your hand in his own, “This is about you, not me.” He lets you catch your breath again, lets you relax into him and find some semblance of sanity.

“I love you, sweetheart. Maybe, I've not been clear enough. But, I love you and I want you to be mine and only mine, for as long as you’ll have me. I see you and I think you’re the most breathtaking woman I've ever known.”

“Does this…does this mean…” You don’t want to say the words, to get your hopes up, even after he’s said the biggest three of them all. Even after he’s made it quite clear his interest is more than fleeting.

Matt can’t help but chuckle at you, hand tilting your chin to the side so you can see his face, even if he can’t see yours. His cheeks are flushed red, his grin endearing as it shows off his dimples and adds warmth to his brown eyes, “Be my girlfriend?”

“Really?”

“Be my girlfriend?” He repeats himself. More serious than he’s ever been as his thumb brushes the soft apple of your cheek. He knows he’s had a reputation in the past, relationships not really his thing but…but he wants this, wants you. 

“Yeah, of course, yes!” His nose brushes against yours, nuzzling into you, grinning wide. His fingers find the corners of your mouth and trace your own smile, the way it matches his, blinding and brilliant. Your heart is still fast, but it’s different, not the fast pace of an anxious beat, but giddy to match your grin. 

“I’ll have a word with Foggy…but I do see you. In my own way and I love everything I see, even when you yell at me for losing my cane.” 

“I don’t know how you lose so many of them…” You swear you need a separate budget just for the amount you have to replace them, you’re not sure where they end up, but they’re never found again. 

“I’m forgetful?”

“Mmm, sure you are Murdock.” You brush a kiss to his cheek, stubble scratching against your lips and Matt can’t help but lean in, press towards you like a sunflower that’s finally found daylight.  “Do you love me?”

It’s a question that makes you realise you never said back. That you’d left him without an answer for such strong feelings, but it’s an easy answer to conjure up, rolling off your tongue without a single thought or hesitation. 

“Yeah, I love you…why else would I iron your shirts? You know I hate ironing.”

You watch as Matt throws his head back and laughs, a deep rumble in his chest and you know he means it when he says he loves you, that you’re it for him.

[meow-sic]

hi elliot! can you do a drabble or hcs of how kuroo, the miya twins, oikawa, and bokuto would propose to their s/o? if that's a lot of characters, then pls just take your pick but pls include kuroo! thank u so much!! btw i really like your "they accidentally hurt you" post. it provides realism and a middle ground to the usual extremes we see in reader-insert content - idyllic/saccharine vs dark content (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

how they propose to you 𓍢 ᭡

includes : oikawa , kuroo , bokuto !

warnings : some misunderstandings in oikawa’s from a prank lolol , some cursing !

a/n : hi anon! ur my first anon message and you warmed my heart<333 also i lowk got inspiration from bokutos from a spanish music video i watched in spanish class today, sue me lololol

oikawa tooru

he’s just dumb

he thought it would be funny to try to prank you

dumbass

butttttt knowing his luck, it didn’t go as planned—

okay, well, it started off innocent— he planned to try to casually slide it in, maybe catch you off gaurd, then get down on his knee and ask you to marry him!

but, when you were on top of him tickling him, he wanted to get back at you.

and like tooru oikawa, he didn’t fully think it through.

“mei! stop!” he laughed, as a joke. it was supposed to be a joke.

you stopped your fingers that were wiggling by his sides. you slumped on his lap. “what?”

he peeked at you and smiled. “what do you mean what?”

“who’s mei?”

“i didn’t say mei,” he replied, your eyes watered and you got off of his lap. he sat up and stared at you. “y/n? are you okay?”

he got up but you already were in your room, slapping the door shut.

“stupid tooru! you made ‘em upset,” he scolded himself quietly.

when he walked up to your shared room, he heard the sniffles and sobs that came from the other side that broke his heart. he knocked on the door three times before entering.

“honey,” he walked over to you and hugged you. you sobbed into his chest.

“how long has it been going on tooru?” you asked through your sobs.

he pet your hair, “what do you mean baby?”

“don’t act dumb! it’s like—“ you paused. “it’s like you’re trying to ignore the fact you’ve been cheating!”

he thought you knew he was joking. “y/n—“

“if you’re not going to tell me then i’m leaving,” you turned around to start packing your bags.

his eyes widened in panic. “nonono! no, shit—“ he was embarrassed. “i didn’t mean it! it didn’t happen! mei isn’t real!”

you stopped packing, “what?”

“she—it was supposed to be a joke. a joke to make you stop tickling me. it’s dumb because i don’t think things through. but that’s why i need you— i need you to be there so you can stop me from doing the stupid shit that i do,” he looked at you to see if you were looking at him.

and you were, you looked pissed. he sighed and bent down on his knee, pulling out the ring he had gotten weeks ago.

“y/n, i know i’m dumb. but please, forgive me for this stupid prank, and please stay with me forever. don’t leave, please.”

“stand up.”

he did so, and he wasn’t sure what to expect, but a slap across the face wasn’t it.

“you’re a fucking idiot, tooru oikawa,” you laughed, kissing him. “but— i suppose that’s why i’m here. and i’m not leaving.”

he beamed at those words, he wasn’t sure if he smiled wider in his entire life. he kissed your cheek repeatedly, “i love you so much

kuroo tetsuro

PLEASE- he would set you upppppp

giving you hints, to where he is

but not random hints, it would be like a mini time line of your relationship

he would through a lil chemistry is there to mess with you

lovingly, though<3

you woke up alone in bed, a little confused since your boyfriend would always be there— to kiss you good morning.

you rolled over to grab your phone from its charger, looking at the text message from kuroo.

boyfrie tetsu<3

good morning baby<3 sorry i’m not there this morning, let’s play a little— hide and seek game, the prize is a big one!

the first hint: we didn’t quite meet there, but it was where i became your “boyfriend” for the first time

good luck baby!<3

you were confused by his text, and honestly, you almost wanted to ignore it. it’s too damn early for this.

but, you can’t. you knew he was going to be waiting for you, and you can’t leave him all alone.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you groaned and started your day. you still got dressed none the less, and went to a café you always go to.

as the barista handed you your drink, you saw a note on it.

dear y/n,

you’re probably here for your morning coffee, but, none the less, this is where we first started to ‘date’! that one guy who wouldn’t stop hitting on you, and your prince charming (aka me aka the most handsome man ever) came to your rescue;)

where we promised each other is your new hint, good luck!<3

you knew where it was once you read the bolder letters. you thanked, and tipped the barista. you were more than happy to remember the memory.

“tetsu, it’s so late out, what if we get kidnapped!” you ranted your anxieties to him.

“kidnapped? you think anyone would dare to fight your prince charming?” he kissed your head as you two walked. “we’re almost there.”

he led you to the bridge that curved over the water like a C shape. you both leaned forward on the cement railing and looked at the moon.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he admitted out of the blue, you looked at him.

“i’m in love with you too, tetsu.” you leaned your head on him, he wrapped an arm around you.

“i know we’re only in highschool. but i promise, i’ll marry you.”

“i’ll be waiting for that day, tetsu. even if it’s till we’re sixty, or if we’re only in our young twenties and being stupid. i’ll be waiting for you.”

you both melted at each other’s words, you shared a passionate kiss.

you ran up to where the bridge was. your pace slowed as your boyfriend came into view. he was holding flowers, and a lock.

you panted, “i hate running tetsu.” you breathed out, he laughed at you. “i know, sorry.”

you stood straight, looking at what he was wearing. it looked fancier than usual. “what’s the lock for?” you asked.

he looked at it and smiled, “i remember, it was our second year of college. you were so mad that they changed the bridge. that they changed the fencing, and couples started to put locks on it.”

“..and?”

“and i was thinking we could do one too?” he questioned. you smiled and grabbed the lock. you bent down and locked it, he wrote both of your initials on it.

you stood up, but your boyfriend stayed on his knee.

“tetsu what are you doing?”

he pulled a little box from his back pocket, a few pedestrians stopped and watched what was happening.

“when we were sixteen, we made a stupid promise to each other at midnight on this bridge. and i promised i would marry you. y/n, i told you ten years ago, when we were sixteen, that i love you.” he paused for a second to look up at your face, which was in shock. “and i still do, so please, keep the promise and marry me.”

“oh my god, oh my god! yes yes!” you got on your knees with him. he laughed at you for getting on your knees with him instead of waiting for him to stand up.

you tackled him in a hug while other people clapped for you two.

bokuto kotarou

tbh this stressed him out

he wasn’t sure when, how, or what to say

you two had talked about marriage and how you two would gladly marry each other

but he wasn’t sure when!!!

he kept the ring on him at all times just incase:)

you and bokuto were just returning from a walk. the snow was heavier than expected by you two, so when you got home to a pile of snow, you were thrilled.

“kou let’s make a snowman! like we did with your old team, c’mon!” you dragged him by the hand to your front yard.

you and bokuto were always childlike in your relationship, you two getting excited at the tiniest things that makes you two act like children. so when you saw the snow, you felt more than joy.

you began by making a small snowball in your hand, and rolling it as you walked around your yard, to form a big snowball for the base. by the time you were done with the biggest snowball, bokuto was done with the medium sized one.

“okay, if we pick it up at the same time, it shouldn’t break,” you lifed the medium sized snowball with him. you set it on top of the biggest one.

“hey hey hey! y/n! let me make the tinniest one while you get the scarf, carrot, and eyes and smile,” he suggested. you nodded and kissed his cold cheek before heading inside to quickly grab the items.

you grabbed a pink scarf, a white hat that kou got you one year, and a carrot and some coal for the eyes and smile.

when you headed outside, you saw the snowman was all made. your insides felt bubbly as your childlike happiness was showing.

you ran out to him. “i got everything kou!”

“okay! you decorate, and don’t turn around until i say so. i have a surprise for you,” he replied. you were confused at what the surprise could be, but you agreed none the less.

you put the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. you then placed the eyes, and tried your best to make the smile symmetrical.

you wrapped the scarf around it’s neck, and put the hat on top. “okay kou, i’m done! can i turn around?”

there was a short pause, “okay now you can.”

you turned around to him on his knee, holding out a ring. your mouth dropped open to see writing in the snow.

will you marry me? ♥︎

“yes! yes yes!” you basically screamed, tackling him and kissing him repeatedly.

“the ring! wheres the ring?” he questioned. you both started to dig it up in the snow, laughing at how stupid you two were.

you found it, and slid it on your finger. “i cant wait to marry you, baby.” your hands slid up and down his chest before you kissed him.

[blutopaz15]

48 for the prompts? <3

hehehe, I know this prompt didn’t really *lend* itself to slightly-spicy flirty fluff......butttttt that’s somehow where we ended up, oops, lol. :D

hope you enjoy, friend! :)

under a cut bc it’s long, also oops 

#48: “You’re the only thing that matters.” 

Chances like this were few and far between, and a busy banquet hall seemed like the perfect set up, Callum thought, for yet another attempt to beat the master at her own game. 

Only really two senses to evade here, he figured, since he intended to touch her, and then let her taste the cider he’d just finished...and he’d bathed recently, so no smell to worry about either.

There was certainly enough commotion to cover up his footsteps, he’d decided early in the evening. The music was probably enough on its own to take care of that illusion, and if not, the low chatter would probably help, too. 

So, hearing was taken care of...as long as he didn’t trip or anything.

From the side of the room, he watched Rayla, her back turned to him. It seemed that her attention was pretty solidly fixed on the crowd in front of her: some guests dancing, some eating, most talking. 

Distraction was probably as good as it could get as far as fooling Rayla’s sense of sight went.

Callum was careful, though, despite the distractions, as he inched his way along the wall in her direction. The tilt of her head against the pillar at her side and the neat braid that swept up the locks of hair that usually framed her face meant, he knew, her peripheral vision would be even more perceptive than usual.

He had to lean on the element of surprise (Ways of Stealth, Lesson #2) then...but that was on his side too.

Rayla had been warned, much to her disappointment, that he’d be busy for most of the party, so she wouldn’t be expecting it, he thought giddily, when he popped up at her side. He looked fondly at Rayla—

Her loose hair draped over her shoulders in soft-looking, shiny curls…

Her shoulders, all bare and a little bit blush-tinged under the firelight...

The navy-colored fabric that clung to her waist and then floated down to the floor…

—and imagined the little gasp of surprise she’d make when he pulled her close. Even from across the room, just the thought of how she’d spin around in his arms and smile at him and hold him tight—especially when she learned that Opeli had set him free for the whole rest of the party—made his heart pound.

Impatiently, he crept towards Rayla from the wall at her back as slowly as he could manage, carefully shuffling along to be sure that the swirling music from the back of the room would actually be enough to cover up the sound of his footsteps. He kept his eyes fixed on her shoulders, willing her to stay still and focused on the crowd in front of her as he tip-toed up closer until he was just inches away.

Cautiously, carefully, as stealthily as possible, he reached closer, his hands headed for that pretty, gauzy fabric wrapped around her waist…

He groaned when she turned.

A curl fell over her shoulder and her eyes—more pink than purple in the warm light from the chandelier above—twinkled at him playfully. She caught his wrist, and his heart skipped a beat. 

Rayla grinned as she slid her hand into his, her touch delicate and light up until her fingers hooked around his palm and her grip pulsed tightly around him. 

“Nice try, Callum.”

He lifted her hand to his lips and sighed heavily, breathing against the base of her thumb. 

“I thought for sure I’d get you this time with all these people around,” Callum said, lifting his lips just far enough away from her skin to speak. 

“Better luck next time,” she shrugged, pulling their joined hands away from his lips before the trail of kisses had reached her knuckle. Her back hit the pillar she’d been leaning against, and she dragged him closer, looping her arms over his neck. Rayla’s voice lowered, both in pitch and volume, but the teasing rhythm stayed. “I suppose, though, to be fair, I can’t really blame you. Hard to sneak up on someone who’s been watching you all night.”

As if the warmth already bursting in his chest weren’t enough, her smile grew lopsided and mischievous, and he nearly choked when she winked at him too.

Callum glanced around for wandering eyes before stepping closer, sliding his hands along the light material over her waist that he’d been reaching for before, heart pounding at the warmth the fabric let radiate through. “Oh yeah?” 

“Mmhmm,” she hummed. Rather than leaving both wrists slack and relaxed against his shoulders, one hand slid down to his collar, and she watched her fingertip as it traced the gold detail, up from the button at his collarbone all the way up and around to the nape of his neck. She smirked when he shivered, and looped back to the front, undoing the too-tight clasp over his throat as she continued. “Speaking of, Your Highness, don’t you have some more princely duties to be attending to?”

“Nope,” he said. Rayla bit her bottom lip as her fingers wandered some more, settling finally with her thumb grazing the warmth in his cheeks. “Opeli said I’m free, so right now, you’re the only thing that matters.” Her eyes went hazy and half-lidded as he continued, their color deepening back to lilac as the lighthearted, playful, flirtatious light fell away. “You have my undivided attention. Not that that’s really any different than usual, but—“

The pressure of her fingertips pulling him closer came about half a sentence before he’d expected it, but her lips muffled his surprise. She sighed against him too, keeping him near with both sets of fingers splayed out across his cheeks. Her kiss—demanding and desperate at first before he kissed her back and she softened against him—dimmed everything aside from the heat of her mouth on his, the taste of moonberry wine on her lips, and the scent of her skin under his nose.

“Good,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his again so she could tug him away. “Come dance with me.”

[maladaptah]

Im so close to being done w this random deer…… :D……. Like done in one day level of ready! Which makes me super happy cause i now know it’s possible for me to be able to make art good enough to post much faster and Ok so I know I said I was going to finish that orange dog and I did think about and plan to I just woke up this morning and wanted to like practice with something quick as a warm up because I know from experience that I do my best work when I’m just coming down from the high of a quick mindless drawing that actually ended up turning out really cute, like I just knew that it would give me heaps of art energy. So to start the day off on the right foot you know- I was like oh I just need to crank soemthing out that’s easy and cute and I really REALLY liked that monkey I posted a couple of days ago which was exactly what I needed… an accidental warm up that turned out cute and took under 30mins …. So I thought id do something similar today! The monkey was basically just sketching over a random thumbnail concept painting of a design I didn’t care abt and haphazardly coloring it so I went and found another shitty concept painting of something to line over

Butttttt what was originally supposed to be a simple cleanup of an existing meh design turned into a - oh I’ll just slightly- update the color pallete a little bit and then just some small slight little changes to the silhouette and then before I knew it I was on yet another Pinterest image collecting tangent completely revamping the entire design and relearning how to draw a new species….. just….yeah… basically I chewed through all my best working hours today so i only have a good 2hrs left of drawing energy before I start becoming too tired to make good art but too unwilling to go yet another day without finishing that FAKCING orange dog so I stress stay up and tell myself I’ll have a short break to unwind and then the short break becomes a fixation on some new tv series or YouTube genre and I watch videos for 10hrs and then it’s the next day and I’ve been awake for 25hrs and no longer live in my countries Timezone and then oh it’s okay I’ll just pull an all nighter to remix it so I try to stay up the entire day as well but I get tired at the 30hr mark and fall asleep at an even more awkward time and then I remember just as I’m drifting off that oh shit my aunties coming over so I stress half awake half asleep nap for 2hrs where I stress wake up every 10 minutes ruining my rem because I think every little noise is my auntie at the door. And then it’s day 365 of not finishing that orange dog and being awake 20hrs and just ….. wish I had adhd medication or like cognitive therapy or somehting…my sleep health has been fucked my whole life like… doesn’t that shit shave years off ur life… and like gives u pimples and like this FUCKINF orange dog

But yah anyways I’m nearly done w this random deer woohooooooo😆😆😆😆 it’s gna be dressed like 70s Austin power flamboyant he/him kinda vibes! I cbf cleaning up the clothed version rn cos Ik that will shave another 10 years off of my life span so its just like normal water deer coloring dont have ur hopes too high oh and….. I’m not like 100% in love with the fur patterning but yk it was SUPPOSED to be something easy and I need to just let it be and I already decided the jacket and glasses save it okay just trust me….. like it’s cute w clothes …… I promise …. it really solves the color blocking issues and like most furries are clothed anyway?? Right so it doesn’t matter and it was supposed to be easy and ugly not my magnum opus and the coloring and anatomy isn’t too bad so it’s fine and like and and such as and therefore !!!!!!