#yea the shower scene is hot

[cubbyyyy]

the shower scene this, the shower scene that

what no one talks about though is how andrew took his armbands off.

Of course it wasn’t to keep them from getting wet; the shirt he kept wearing disapproves that. It was part of their truth. He saw neils bare scars and answered with his own. One vulnerable part for another.

That’s what we should be talking about

[juxi2218]

TOWEL TROUBLE!!!

Fushiguro megumi x reader ( 1.3k )

Warnings: English is not my first language, please bear with my ass; I'm trying to improve it by writing for my pookie gumi!!! (Feel free to correct any grammatical mistakes I may have made) (Might delete it later if it flops lol)

A little preview for yall: “wh-what are you doing?” he panics. You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

You and Megumi stumbled into his apartment, both of you soaked from the rain. Today was your date and it was going well until the rain stormed in. You had been at a café and neither of you had an umbrella so you had to run to his place, which was close by. The cozy apartment was a welcome respite from the storm outside.

“Ugh, I hate getting wet” you murmur to yourself as you finish untying your shoe lace; and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Megumi. He gives you a glance and says “you can go have a shower first. I’ll lend you some of my clothes.” Your ears perk up and you go give him a peck on his cheek.

“Thanks a lot gumi!!”

“Yea, it’s nothing” he says while his cheeks show a visible blush of hot pink. You chuckle a bit before running to his bathroom for a warm and peaceful shower.

It hasn’t been long since you both started dating. Say, it’s been a few months and it sure was hard to get this man to open up. Your relationship started when he came sprinting to you one day, assuming the love letter was a confession from you to your other male friend. However, unbeknownst to him, you were actually playing matchmaker and had agreed to deliver the letter on nobara’s behalf.

Nobara had requested that you give the letter to the other guy, but Megumi got hold of it instead and, unaware of the truth, tore it into pieces. You and the other guy were shocked until Megumi confessed that he likes you. You had a good laugh and explained him what actually was happening. He turned red. You still remember his stupid face from that time.

All red and cute.

He apologised to you both and ran away. The next day, you reached out to him and boom! You guys started dating.

Yeah sure, the confession wasn’t the grand, romantic type you’ve imagined, nor did it unfold like a scene from your favourite movie or book. But despite that, you’re grateful as you never expected him to confess his feelings to you first.

It was really slow at first. The shy pinky holds gradually turned into hands intertwined, progressing to gentle hugs. Yes, you both have kissed for 5 times already and you were the one who initiated it because you know that this poor man would go nuts if he had to make a move on you first. He knew that you were a little bold when it comes to these things, and he had zero complaints with it. He’s so shy, you want to bite him to nothing!! (This man is making me go weak in my knees istg.)

You come out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your body, hot steam rising from your skin. 

“Gumi! I’m done showe- OUCH!” the man threw one of his sweatshirts at your face.

“Don’t just come out wearing nothing like that!”

“I’ve got a towel wrapped around me you idiot! And why’d you have to throw this at my face?!” you say while rubbing your poor face. As you regain your composure, your eyes roam around his bare chest showcasing his abs (chap 156 argh I’m so proud of my guy) and a pair of black trousers hanging loosely from his hips not failing to show his V line. You were practically drooling over the marvellous sight in front of you.

“you’re naked too!!” you exclaim.

“What? I’m decent? “.

“Huh? You’re only wearing your pants.” You point at his lower half and pout.

“Whatever, just go and change.” He exhales softly, closing his eyes. He then turns his back to you and closes the door of his cupboard while murmuring a few curse words to himself.

You cheekily sneak up to him, wrap your hands around his waist, and rest your forehead against his nape.

“wh-what are you doing?” he panics.

You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

“Shut up” he mutters.

You smile, your grin growing wider as you tease him. He sighs. “I told you to go and change.” He looks at you, then swiftly turns his head away, avoiding eye contact as he takes in your damp hair and the scent of his body wash radiating from your skin. Your hand slides around the other side of his shoulder, gently coaxing his face back towards you. “But I wanna hug you!!” you whine, pouting.

“Yes,” he breathes, his tone husky as he nods, “yes you can do it after getting changed, yeah?” he says, his voice weakening. You shake your head, “yes, but!” you pout again, giving him your most innocent puppy eyes. You can’t help but feel a little mischievous as you keep him wrapped around your fingers.

“Stop being stubborn.”

“I like to hug you like this!”

“y/n, jus- “

“Do whatever you want! I’m not gonna step back!” you retreat your arms from his shoulders and tighten them around his waist.

With only a towel separating your skins, heat surges through his body as he feels your chest pressed against his bare back.

His head spins, and he’s overcome with a sense of weakness. He feels like he’s going to faint. His head is numb.

He doesn’t know what to do, but his body seems to have developed a mind of his own.

“Whatever I want huh?” he mutters, his voice barely audible. He takes hold of your hands, pinning them against the cupboard on either side if your head as his grip intensifies, your back pressed firmly against the cupboard’s surface.

You look at him with wide shocked eyes.

Your towel slips from the grasp you had (now gone) and you gasp in unison as Megumi’s hand reaches down to steady it (before the disaster). You feel your breath coming in ragged gasps as you look down.

His hand wraps around both of yours, holding captive as his other hand still cradles your dear towel, holding you close. You feel your heart beating wildly, racing at an alarming rate... You’re sure it’s going to burst out if you don’t get your shit together. You feel hot, incredibly hot; like all your senses are heightened. The warmth of his skin, the rush of blood to your head. This man is going to be the death of you.

You gaze up at him, and his cerulean eyes lock onto yours, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You feel your face grow hot as he looks down at your lips, his gaze piercing and intense.

You feel heat creeping up your face. He leans in. You close your eyes. You swear you can hear your heart begging you to set it free so it can go jump off a roof.

He stops when he’s an inch away from your lips, his breath warm against your plush. “If you don’t stop this, I can’t promise where this will lead us” He warns.

Shivers run down your spine again at the sudden change in his demeanor and his deep voice sending a thrill through your entire body. He lingers there for a few seconds and pulls away while a proud smirk paints his face so as to tease the shit out of you.

You flutter your eyes open as your hands move to hold your towel and watch him as he walks into the bathroom, leaving you feeling frustrated and flustered.

“Hmph! asshole” you mutter to yourself.

[callsign-dexter]

Knight in a Hawaiian Shirt 18+

Request: Ok, I saw Top Gun Maverick again what feels like the 100th time, and I still love it so much ! It gets me goosebumps during so many scenes !

So I was wondering if you'd consider a Bradley Bradshaw imagine where he lays his eyes on a girl at the Hard Deck, who currently has a nasty conversation with a weird guy and Bradley notices how uncomfortable she feels, so as the gentlemen he is, he saves the girl, acting like her boyfriend and she's more than happy about that. After that they meet up regularly and she even stays over at his apartment from time to time (just cuddling) and one night as he holds her close, whispers in her ear that he loves her and thinks he's asleep, but you hear him, kiss him and if you like some smut, but if not, then just even more cuddles 😊

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

Masterlist

A/N: @gunsandguardians and @imagine-all-the-fandoms prepare yourselves for some Bradley Bradshaw smut!

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was having a day, no scratch that, Bradley was having a rough week. His jet had several malfunctions, he had meetings non-stop, Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson was breathing down his neck to get certain numbers and data, and to top it all off he and the rest of The Daggers took on a teaching position and the new Top Gun cadets were putting them through the ringer. He had to teach a multitude of young versions of Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell and Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. Also, all the females in the class were flirting with him and it was making his jaw tick and teeth clench. It was Friday which meant that it was time to let the load off and relax. Everyone had decided to go to The Hard Deck and he agreed very quickly and now he was leaning against the wall on his fourth beer of the night and he could practically feel the tension melt away. He had showered at the base getting rid of the smell of jet fuel and had changed into his typical Hawaiian shirt, white undershirt, jeans, and shoes. “What a day.” Jake said coming up to him, usually he was cocky and could match the energy but even he was admitting it was a tough day. After the mission the tension seemed to die down between them and they actually became friends.

“Day? What a week.” Bradley said, taking a drink and Jake nodded.

“You got that right.” Jake said 

“Bagman get over here so I can beat your ass at pool.” The voice of none other than Natasha 'Phoenix’ Trace said.

“You’re going down.” Jake said and started to walk over to her after patting Bradley on the shoulder. As the atmosphere around him grew into the usual Friday night crowd. He was tending to blend in with the crowd not looking to hook with anyone but that doesn’t mean he could still look around. 

“Hey.” Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd said to him and he was turning to look at him.

“You just got in here?” Bradley asked and Bob nodded.

“Yea, I needed to talk to Maverick and Cyclone about taking maternity leave.” Bob said he was married to his high school sweetheart and they were expecting a little boy. Finding out he was married shocked everyone.

“How is Marie and the baby doing?” Bradley asked

“She’s doing well. Ready to be done with the pregnancy especially since it has been so hot. Baby is healthy and stirring up trouble. I won’t be staying long.” Bob said

“Good. Yea I might not be staying long either. It’s been a tough week.” Bradley said and Bob nodded. Bob was then being pulled away by Phoenix which once again left Bradley alone. Throughout the night everyone had come up and talked to him and he mingled around. Currently everyone was crowded around the pool table and dart board. As they talked and mingled with each other and other patrons in the bar. At some point Natasha came over and started talking to him about a show that they were both watching. As he listened and gave input a distressed female voice, yours, and a very drunk voice came to his ears and he looked over in that direction. 

When he looked over, he was quickly breath taken at how beautiful you were. He wondered if his father, Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw, felt about his mother, Carole Bradshaw. As he was admiring you the more of the conversation he heard and the more he concentrated on your body language and face. He could see how uncomfortable he was. Being the gentleman, he was raised to be he wasn't going to stand for a female to be harassed and was surprised he hadn't had the bell rang or thrown out but after seeing the crowd in the bar he understood it would be hard to keep up. “Are you even listening?” She asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face and he turned to look at her.

“No sorry.” He said and she looked to where he was looking at.

“She's cute but I don't like how close that man is. She's very uncomfortable.” Natasha said and he nodded.

“I'm going to go do something about it.” He said and she smiled.

“Go be her knight in a Hawaiian shirt.” She said, pushing him. 

“I plan on it. I'll talk to you later.” He said and she nodded and he began his walk over to you. As he got closer the better, he could hear and it made his blood boil.

“How about me and you go back to my place and we can have some fun.” The man smirked.

“I'm not interested. Leave me alone, please.” You asked, trying to look for an escape.

“Oh, come on. I'm a lot of fun I promise. I can leave you satisfied.” He said

“I told you I'm not interested. I need to get back to my friends.” You said 

“I think they'll understand.” He said as he touched your arm and you flinched and was about to say something when Bradley beat you to it.

“They you are, Babe. I've been looking everywhere for you.” Bradley said and both you and the man looked up at him as he slung and arm around your shoulders.

To be honest you didn't want to come out tonight but it was your best friend’s, Shiloh, birthday and he wanted to go bar hopping. He begged you and after so long you finally agreed so you, him, his fiancé, Blake, and 3 other friends, Makayla, Rebecca, and Ruby, went on a bar hopping spree. As the night grew and you had been to several bars you actually started to ease into it and have fun. After visiting 3 other bars, you had barely drunk anything, so he decided to go to a cute little bar on the beach. He had about it and talked highly of it and what really sold you was the fact that it was a Navy bar, something about men in uniform did something to you. You had just arrived and had made your way over to a table and looked around. “This is cute.” Shiloh said, looking around.

“It is! Oh look, men in uniform!” Rebecca said practically squealing. 

“Would you keep it down? You'll get their attention.” Makayla said blushing but she couldn't deny that they were all good looking. You scanned the group but one caught your eye. He had a mustache and was in a Hawaiian shirt instead of the Khaki uniform. As you stared and daydreamed Blake spoke up. 

“I'm getting drinks. Everyone want something?” Blake asked

“Yes!” The group said and you nodded. Everyone told him what they wanted and he was off. It wasn't a few minutes later and he was coming back with drinks in hand. As the night went on you engaged with the group topic at hand and your attention forgot all about the man in a Hawaiian shirt. 

The 6 of you stayed longer at this bar, which you learned was named The Hard Deck, then any of the others but you weren't complaining. As the night went on you needed to use the bathroom so you nudged the closest person to you which happened to be Blake. “Hey I'm going to the bathroom; I'll be right back.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“We'll be here.” He said and you chuckled and then left. You squeezed your way through and to the bathroom. You got in and to a stall and quickly did your business. Once you were done you walked out and washed your hands and headed out. You didn't get far from the bathroom before some sleazy drunk man was trapping you. 

“Hey beautiful lady.” He said and the stench of alcohol hit your nose and made it scrunch up.

“Please leave me alone.” You said trying to push past him.

“Oh, come on. I just want to get to know you better.” He said now smiling and it made your stomach flip.

“Please leave me alone. I need to get back to my friends.” You said and then his hand came to touch your arm and you tensed up.

“How about me and you go back to my place and we can have some fun.” The man smirked.

“I'm not interested. Leave me alone, please.” You asked, trying to look for an escape.

“Oh, come on. I'm a lot of fun I promise. I can leave you satisfied.” He said

“I told you I'm not interested. I need to get back to my friends.” You said 

“I think they'll understand.” He said as he touched your arm and you flinched but he wasn't paying attention to it.

“They you are, Babe. I've been looking everywhere for you.” A male voice said and both you and the man looked up at him as he slung and arm around your shoulders. He leaned down to your ear “Just go along with it.” He said and kissed your temple.

“Who the fuck are you?” The drunk man, you didn't even know his name, said.

“I'm her boyfriend. I've been looking for her everywhere. I got out of work late and was late getting here.” He said the tension you had melted away.

“I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. I wanted to get here and get a good table.” You said 

“It's ok, Babe.” He said and then turned towards the man who looked pissed. “I think it's time for you to leave. Leave before I have Penny ring the bell and you have to pay for everyone's round.” He said.

“Fucking bitch.” The drunk man said. 

“Penny!” The mustache man said and Penny looked over “Ring the bell. We have someone being disrespectful to a woman.” He said and she smiled and nodded. The sound of the bell rang and cheers erupted throughout the bar. The drunk man grumbled and walked off.

“Thank you so much.” You said looking up at him while moving to be in front of him and he looked down at you and smiled.

“It was my pleasure. I'm Bradley.” He said 

“I'm Y/N. I'm here with friends that decided to go bar hopping for another's birthday.” You said and Bradley smiled.

“Your group picked a good place to stop. The Hard Deck is a very nice place to be.” Bradley said and you nodded.

“I can agree with that. We've stayed here the longest out of all of them. I can't thank you enough for saving me from that man.” You said 

“I couldn't let a beautiful girl like you be harassed. My mom would beat my ass if I did.” He said and you chuckled. 

“Your Mom sounds like a smart woman.” You said

“She was. I lost her when I was 18.” He said 

“Oh gosh. I'm so sorry.” You said and he smiled. 

“I want to take you out on a date.” He said and you smiled.

“I would like that.” You said pulling out your phone and handing it to him and he was quick to grab his. You put your number in his phone and he put his in yours. 

“Pick you up at 7 tomorrow night?” He asked and you smiled up at him.

“That'll be perfect. I really need to get back to my friends.” You said and he smiled and nodded. 

“Can I walk you over to them? Just so nobody tries anything unwanted.” He asked and you smiled and he was already winning you over.

“I would really like that.” You said 

“Lead the way.” He said and so you did. 

“There you are! We were worried but then I saw you with this hunk of a man,” Shiloh said visibly checking him out but so was Blake “I knew you were good.” He said and you laughed.

“This here is Bradley and he saved me from a drunk man and got Penny to ring the bell on him.” You said

“Well, it's nice to meet the man that saved our girl.” Blake said and you blushed and then introduced everyone to him.

“Nice to meet you all.” He said 

“Yo Bradshaw!” Another male voice yelled and everyone looked over. 

“Now I have to go. I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow night.” Bradley said the last part was directed at you.

“I'll text you the address.” You said

“Sounds perfect.” He said and then he was leaving as he was back with his group. You turned to yours and everyone was smiling.

“Oh, shut up.” You said and everyone laughed. The rest of the night consisted of you and Bradley sneaking glances at each other and blushing while looking down and smiling, Bradley would throw winks at you occasionally. You couldn't wait until tomorrow night.

The next day you were anxious about your date with Bradley that night. When you had gotten home the night before you sent him a quick text thanking him for saving you and your address. As the day grew on leading up to the night you were trying to figure out what to wear and sending text messages to everyone. 

3 hrs before the date there was a knock on the door and you were quick to go and open it. Behind the door was Blake and Shiloh. “We've come to help.” Blake said.

“I really don't need help.” You said but they looked you up and down and Shiloh pulled a face.

“Oh, Sweetie, you need us.” He said

“Is what I'm wearing that bad?” You asked

“It's not great.” He said as he led you to your closest and sat you down as he started to go through your closet with the occasional ‘no’ ‘definitely not’ ‘why do you still have this?’ you just sat back and smirked and chuckled at your best friend’s tactics. You loved him dearly and trusted him full heartedly. 

“You helped me pick some of this out. Just remember that.” You said and he stopped and looked at you.

“Yes, I remember. Everything is great but not for a first date with a hunk of a handsome man.” He said and you looked over at Blake.

“Do you hear your fiancée?” You asked

“I do and I agree.” He said and your mouth dropped open and you let a little scoff but it was a playful one. 

“Oh, this is perfect!” Shiloh finally said and pulled out a cute shirt that complimented your eyes. He held it up to you and nodded in approval “Yup this is the one.” He said and then handed it to you and then he went to your chest of drawers and started to root around them until he found a nice pair of jeans and then grabbed some comfortable shoes. 

“What would I do without you?” You asked

“Be unfashionable.” He said and you chuckled. You got dressed in your bathroom and then came out and they were both giving their approval. By the time you were done it was 7 and there was a knock on the door. Before you could even get out of the bedroom Blake was rushing to get the door. You could hear them laugh and talk and then you were walking out.

“You look beautiful.” He said 

“Thank you. You look handsome.” You said and he smiled.

“Thank you.” He said 

“Alright you two. Don't stay out too late and don't get into trouble. Call if you need anything.” Shiloh said as he was ushering the two of you out and closing the door behind you both.

“Sorry about them. I wasn't planning on them being there.” You said as you both walked to his Bronco.

“Nonsense. It's nice to have friends like them two.” He said 

“Yea they're pretty great. So, where are we headed?” You asked

“I hope you like Thai food. There is a place that has really good curry and pad thai.” He said 

“Thai food is one of my favorites.” You said as he drove to the restaurant. The car ride was filled with small talk and getting to know each other. When you arrived, he parked and was quick to get out to open your door. “Thank you.” You said.

“Anything for a beautiful woman like you.” He said and you blushed like mad. You both walked in and he gave them his name and you both were quickly being led to a table outside.

“I love the smell of the ocean and the sea breeze.” You said and he smiled.

“I love it too.” He said

“It seems we have a lot in common.” You said and he chuckled and nodded.

“It seems like it.” He said the date went smoothly. You both ordered the same thing and the same drink. You both laughed and shared stories until the restaurant started to close and both of you were forced to leave. “Want to walk the beach?” He asked as the sunset and casted a golden glow over everything and made him look much more attractive.

“I would love to.” You said and so the two of you set out walking the beach. Your pinkies touched each other and danced until your hands were coming to hold each other's. Both of you ended up sitting on the beach watching the waves crash into the beach and the moonlight lit everything up. It was a little chilly and he could tell so he brought you into his side. You laid your head on his shoulder testing the waters and when he brought you closer and didn't push you off you knew it was going to be great. It was getting late and you started to yawn.

“Are you ready to go back?” He asked

“Not really but it's getting late.” You said and he smiled. 

“I would love to continue this on another date.” He said and you smiled looking up at him as he looked down at you.

“I would love that.” You said and he was kissing the top of your head. You both got up and headed to his Bronco. He held your head on the way there and held it when he was driving you home. When you arrived at home, he walked you to your door and waited until you were inside before he left. It was dark when you got in which meant that Shiloh and Blake were gone. You smiled to yourself as you changed into something comfy. When you sat on your couch your phone dinged.

Bradley Bradshaw: Had a great time tonight. Can't wait to do it again.

You smiled and giggled and started to text back.

I had a great time too. How about next Saturday?

You didn't have to wait long before he responded.

Bradley Bradshaw: That sounds perfect.

How about a picnic on the beach at sundown maybe in the back of your Bronco?

Bradley Bradshaw: I would love that. Consider it a date.

You giggled and kicked your feet. You couldn't wait until next Saturday. You texted your friends letting them know you were home and that you had a second date and they all texted back in the group chat almost immediately. You answered and when everything seemed to calm down you put your phone next to you and turned on the TV already thinking about what to make.

Saturday rolled around and you were less nervous about this date then the one before and you had to admit to yourself that you were actually starting to fall in love with the mustached Naval Aviator. He has been the perfect gentleman to you and he considers your feelings when it comes to things. Throughout the week you two have been texting nonstop and some late-night phone calls were thrown in there as well and each time he had you blushing like mad and feeling things that no other man has made you feel. Throughout the week you were thinking of what you should bring on this picnic in the back of his prized Bronco. As the two of you talked and what seemed like 100 questions were asked you had some idea what to pack and a lot of it was your favorite foods. 

As the days rolled on and it was getting closer to Saturday you were beginning to feel nervous and maybe second guessing everything but as you talked with him more and more all of those feelings went away. When Saturday rolled around and he was knocking on your door and you answered it the nerves seemed to have gone away fully especially when you saw him standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and your favorite chocolates that you had gone on about and how hard they both were to find. “Hi.” You said breathlessly and he smiled.

“Hi.” He replied back. “These are for you. I know you said they were both hard to find but when you have the right people and they owe you favors you can get them easily.” He rambled on and you just continued to smile and you leaned up and kissed him to get him to stop, sparks flew and you hoped they flew for him too.

“Thank you so much.” You said when you broke away. Then you realized that it was your first actual kiss that you both shared and he had this stunned look of love on his face and in his eyes. 

“You’re very welcome.” He said breathlessly.

“Let me put these up and the flowers in a vase and grab the basket then we can go.” You said and then turned around and walked into the kitchen and he followed and shut the door behind him. You both agreed that you would be the one to make the picnic basket since you knew more about food and how to cook. He did say he could cook but had no clue on what to include so you said that you would handle and boy was he glad you did. He watched you move effortlessly through the kitchen and grab a vase, fill it with water and then cut the flower’s stems and put them in. When you were done you turned to him “Alright, I’m ready to go. Do you care to grab the basket?” You asked and he smiled.

“I would love to do anything for you.” He said and you blushed and he smiled as he grabbed the basket and the both of you headed out of your house making sure to lock it and to his Bronco. He carefully put the basket in the back and opened the door for you and then got into the driver’s side and headed off to the secluded spot on the beach that he loved to go to when he needed to get away. 

“So where are we going?” You asked

“It's a secluded area of the beach that I go to when I need to get away. It’s so peaceful and the sunset is breathtaking.” He said and you smiled already knowing that you’re going to love it. As he drove, music played softly and you both were getting to know each other more. 10 minutes later he was pulling into the spot and then he turned around and backed the Bronco up so you both could sit on the tailgate or in the back like you both planned on it. He helped you up into the back and you got comfortable and then he was falling right behind you. You opened the basket and the both of you got what you wanted out and the date started, well it started when he picked you up but it really started when the sun began to set. You snuggled into him and he embraced it. The date went smoothly and you both were having a great time. The waves crashing against the rocks, the warm sea breeze that was slightly misting, and the music he had softly in the background was making it perfect. You could get used to this.

“This is perfect.” You said and he smiled.

“You’re perfect.” He said looking down at you and looked up at him. The sunset was casting a beautiful glow across his skin and it made him that more irresistible. You don’t know how long you stared at each other but you both were slowly leaning into each other until your lips were touching and once again sparks flew. You two only broke apart when air was needed and then you were turning to look out at the sun setting behind the ocean. The date lasted until the food and drinks ran out and the sun fully set. A lot of laughter filled the night and a lot of talking did as well. All too soon you both were cleaning up and getting back in the front and then he was driving you home. 

“I had an amazing night tonight.” You said as he pulled into your driveway and he parked. He turned to you and smiled.

“I had an amazing night too. Hopefully we can continue this.” Bradley said and you smiled and nodded.

“I would love that.” You said and you both were getting out of the Bronco and he grabbed the basket and headed to the house. When you got there you unlocked the front door and turned to him and he leaned down and kissed you and of course you kissed back. His mustache tickled you but it wasn’t uncomfortable when you broke apart. “Good night, Bradley.” You said and he smiled as you took the basket from him.

“Good night, Y/N.” He said and you smiled and turned to open the door and walked in and closed it. He waited until you were in and the door was locked before walking to his Bronco. He got in as his phone dinged. 

Had a great time tonight. Can’t wait to do it again.

Bradley Bradshaw: Name the place and time. 

Yup he was truly a keeper. You couldn’t wait for more dates and adventures with him.

1 month later (4 weeks)

You and Bradley had been dating for a month now and that time had been amazing and he was amazing. You and he had been non-stop talking and you both had been on multiple dates. You both had spent nights with each other but it only consisted of cuddles. Tonight, you both were at his place for date night, he brought up in a simple text one Friday afternoon. He offered to cook you your favorite meal which happened to be steak fettuccine alfredo with garlic bread, it turned out to be his favorite since childhood. You had agreed for you to be over at his place at 6 PM right as soon as you got off from work for the weekend.

6 PM on the dot and you were knocking on the door of his apartment and he was opening the door and the smell of food hit you and your stomach growled. “Someone sounds hungry.” He joked and you grinned bashfully.

“Starving. I didn’t get time to eat lunch today.” You admitted

“Baby, you can’t be doing that yourself.” He said as he started to usher you in and taking your jacket off and taking your purse and putting them away. 

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened. We just got really busy.” You said as he made you sit down on a chair that he pulled out for you.

“Well, it is a good thing that food is ready.” He said as he plated up a plate for you and put garlic bread on the side for you. He brought it over to you and set it down in front of you and then went to the fridge and got your favorite wine cooler and opened it for you and set it down in front of you. The smell of the food hit your nose and your stomach growled once again.

“This smells delicious.” You said as he sat down with his food and choice of drink.

“Eat up. Can’t let my Baby starve to death.” He said and your stomach filled with butterflies as you took your first fork full of the delicious food. He watched you as you took a bite and your eyes closed. You practically moaned at the taste and smiled and took a bite. “How is it?” He asked after he swallowed.

“Delicious.” You said and as you opened your eyes to look at him “You can cook this anytime.” You said and he smiled.

“I plan on it. It’s actually my mom’s recipe and she said it was one of my dad’s favorites.” He said and you smiled at him. You and he had talked about Carole and Goose and from the stories you could tell that they loved each other and they were good people. You had lost your parents at an early age and were raised by your uncle. As the both of you ate supper you both talked about anything that came to your mind and after several plates and your stomachs were full you both moved to the couch leaving the dishes for later. Dessert would be had later both of you being too full of the delicious meal he had cooked up. Work had worn you out that you were close to falling asleep, he had put on the show you both were currently watching together. He had turned you both to where you both were laying down on the couch. “Stay the night?” He asked and you turned to look up at him.

“You want me to?” You answered his question with a question.

“Only if you want to.” He said 

“I would love to.” You said he smiled and kissed you and you kissed back and then you turned to continue watching the show. It was harder and harder to keep your eyes open and you closed them. Bradley felt your body relax further and he cuddled you more. 

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear thinking that you were asleep but you weren’t. You turned in his arms and leaned up and kissed him and he kissed you back. Once air was needed you broke apart and looked at each other.

“I love you too.” You said smiling and he smiled back. This was the first time you both said that you loved each other. You both just stared at each other and then you both were leaning in and kissing each other feverishly. You both sat up and then he picked you up and headed off to the bedroom he gently laid you down and climbed on top of you gently. He kissed you and then he started to your jaw and started to nip you gently and it brought an ache between your legs that needed attention. He kissed and nipped his way down to your neck where you turned your head to give him better access, his mustache tickled you but it wasn’t uncomfortable it just added fuel to the fire. You let out a low moan that you couldn't help and you felt him smirk on your heated skin that was just getting hotter by the second. Bradley came up and you turned your head and looked at him. His eyes held something in them almost like asking if he could continue and you nodded. He slowly took off your shirt and you helped him and now you were in your bra and pants. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He said 

“Keep going.” You said and he nodded and continued. He slowly undressed you until you were fully naked in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said and you blushed as he ran his hands up and down your sides. You made a move to the bottom of his t-shirt and he got the hint and took it off and added it to the pile of your clothes. You couldn’t help but stare and look him up and down, the Navy sure did him good. “You like what you see?” He asked.

“I do but I want to see what you have under those pants.” You said somehow finding the boldness and you could tell he loved that because he started to shed his pants and then his underwear. His cock sprang up and slapped his rock-hard abs. You only became wetter looking at him, he had the full package and you couldn’t believe it was all yours. “Fuck I definitely like what I see.” You said and smirked and then he smirked.

“I like what I see too.” He said looking you up and down. He then suddenly attacked your lips and licked your bottom lip and you parted your lips and your tongues fought for dominance he caressed your body. He brought one hand to the one place you needed him; he ran his hand through your folds and you moaned into his mouth he kept going until he pushed two thick digits into you and a wonderful stretch was welcomed. Bradley fingered fucked you as you both French kissed each other. He was getting you close to coming and he could tell and then he was pulling out of you and he broke the kiss. You were about to say something but he slid into you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck that feels good.” You moaned as he fully bottomed out of you. You were no virgin but it had been awhile since you had sex and each time you were never left satisfied but Bradley was satisfying you and it was only the beginning. 

“Talk about feeling good? You’re gripping me like you were made for me.” He moaned and you looked up into his honey brown eyes that his pupils had pretty much taken over. “You ok if I start moving?” He asked.

“Fuck yes.” You said and smirked and started to thrust his hips into yours and it brought you to seeing stars. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so big. You’re perfect.” You moaned as your hands went to his shoulder blades and gripped, fingernails leaving indents in his skin. He continued to thrust in and out of you making you feel good and in turn you squeezed him and made him moan.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last long.” He said 

“Fucking shit. You’re hitting all the right spots.” You moaned “Go faster.” You said but it sounded more like a demand and he was willing to fill that demand. He started to thrust faster and you started to get closer to that orgasm that was rapidly building. Moans and pants from both of you were filling the room and sweat started to break out on both of your bodies. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” He moaned and that dam was about to break.

“Me too.” You moaned and then he was attacking your lips again and then was kissing and nipping at your jaw again. His mustache scratching you just added to the pleasure and you loved it. You could feel him start to get sloppy and knew he was getting closer. 

“Cum with me.” He said almost demanded as his hand came down to your clit and started to give it attention and in turn it was bringing you closer. It wasn’t long after he nipped your neck and tugged on your clit you were squeezing him and coming on his cock and then he was stilling inside of you and painting your walls white. You both started to come down from your high as he pulled out of you and fell to the side of you. Both of you were sweaty and panting but you both didn’t care as you laid beside each other fucked out in bliss. 

“I love you.” You said and looked over at him and he looked over at you.

“I love you too.” He said and you smiled and kissed him and he kissed you back. He turned down the covers and the two of you crawled under them. He brought you into his chest and cuddled you. You yawned and he chuckled. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” He said and you nodded and slowly closed your eyes and snuggled your head into his chest and fell asleep and once he saw your breath even out and he knew you were truly asleep he allowed himself to fall asleep.  

You knew you had found the one and you had to thank a drunk asshole for that. If he hadn’t tried so hard to get you to go home with him then you wouldn’t have met your amazing boyfriend that had faked being your boyfriend at the beginning. You both loved each other and that is all that mattered. 

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

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Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

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Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

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All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

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"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

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Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

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207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

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Hi! Could you make a story where dally and yn go on a date and it’s like SUPER sweet

Dallas x Reader Fluff

Word Count: 1254

I got up from bed and immediately checked my calendar in excitement. It was the day of my and Dallas's date. At first, I was skeptical of the Dallas Winston wanting to go out on a date but I finally gave in. He has too much playboy past but said he was willing to change. I took a deep breath and headed to my bathroom.

I opened my shower curtain and turned on the hot water. I quickly watched my body thoroughly before rushing out of the shower. I shivered when the cold air hit my body and face, before drying off thoroughly. I grabbed my makeup, thinking about the look I wanted to do. I wanted to do something simple glam since were only going to the dingo and drive in.

I applied foundation all over my face not forgetting my neck or ears. Then with concealer i apply to my under eyes, chin, nose and forehead and blend out with a beauty blender. Then I set my face with some loose setting powder. I finished with some blush and lipstick.

Once I returned to my room, I grabbed my outfit and finished getting ready. I added my favorite earrings and I was all finished. After a couple minutes, I heard a hard knock on my door. I perked up excitedly, knowing it was my date. I opened it to find a nervous-looking Dallas. 'Hi, Dally" I said as I beamed. He gave me a toothy smile back, “Hi, y/n. this is for you by the way” He pulled a slightly wilted rose from behind his back.

“Thank you. I love it, you ready to go?” he nodded then grabbed my hand. He took me to his car and even opened the door for me. Dallas Winston being a real gentleman? He started the car and started to drive, using one hand to drive. I look at him, his hair blowing in the wind from the open window.

“So where are you taking me, Winston?” He shook his head and smiled, a real smile. “I wanted to take you to the dingo, that okay?” I nodded, examining his handsome features. “What are you staring at? Do i have something on my face” he asked, looking panicked. I giggled “No, you just look so handsome today” He winked at me and focused on the road.

Once we got there, he got out the car and told me to wait. He hurriedly ran to my side and opened my car door. I swooned at his kindness. “C’mon babe” We walked in the dingo, music inside playing loudly and laughter echoing through out. He walked me to a table in the corner kind of secluded from the rest. I sat down across from his chair and grabbed my menu. He grabbed his quickly to start browsing it. I guess were both hungry.

“What are you gonna get doll?” I looked up at him, smiling a bit. “I think im gonna get a orange juice” He told me he was gonna get the same thing. I chuckled at him. “So how long have you lived here?” I asked trying to start up a conversation. “Well I moved here when I was about 10 or 11 from New York. I needed to get away from there” He answered skeptically. I nodded in understanding. “I get it. I loved Michigan but it just to boring and I needed some more in my life” I told him.

After that, the waiter Tanya came to talk our order, “I’ll get the old fashioned chicken” and “I want the baked ham sandwich…please” We said hurriedly. She took our orders and left quickly. “You look really nice today Y/n” I blushed at his words. “Thank you!” I replied trying to not squeal. I can’t wait to tell my friends about this.

Tanya came back to the scene with two plates. She tilted her head with a sweet smile, looking at us “First date huh?” Dallas looked at her shocked. How could she sense it? “Y-yea” She laughed at his nervousness before setting down our plates. “Enjoy lovebirds” I gave her a “thank you” before she walked away.

We began to eat and converse. “So before we go any further, I want to make you really like me. Not anyone else just me” I looked at him strange, getting caught off guard by his question. “Of course, I like like you, Dallas. Theres absolutely no one else baby” He smiled. “You’re perfect you know that?” I giggled at him and his words. “Well I try” I said with a small wink. He chuckled at my antics.

We finished our food and were driving to the drive in. Once we got there, we snuck under the gate. Were still greasers after all. He got me a coke and we shared a popcorn. It was one of those random beach movies so we spent the whole time mostly talking. I learned a lot about him. We talked about our childhoods and what it would be like to get out of this town.

I talked about going to Texas one day. “Im being serious as a funeral, Dally. How does someone named dallas not like Texas” I laughed at my own jokes. He playfully rolled his eyes “Hardy Har-har, doll.” I was still cracking up at my self still. “Im sorry. Would this make you feel better?” I gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling confident in the moment. He laughed along with me after that.

We finished the movie soon after, almost being kicked out for being too loud. He decided to drive his car to bucks and walk me home since it wasn’t that far. As we walked, it felt peaceful. The town was silent for once, or at-least it felt like it was with him. We walked side to side in silence for a while till i stopped dead in my tracks. Dallas stopped with me, looking confused. I held out my hand for him to grab, looking in his eyes for acceptance. He grabbed my hand immediately with a small smirk.

I leaned towards him, our bodies nestled against each other. “Ive never seen Tulsa be this quiet.” he said, breaking the silence. “I thought it was just me.” I replied. He shook his head slightly as we continued to walk. We arrived at my porch soon after, wishing we had more time in secret.

I turned to him face-to-face. “This is it huh? I had a really good time tonight, Dal.” He smiled down at me. “So did I. I have an idea to make it better tho” I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Dallas started to bring his hands down to my butt but quickly caught himself, situating them at my waist. I smiled, taking his hands back down. The kiss was fierce and passionate. We stayed there for about 4 minutes before pulling away breathless.

“Ive been needing to do that all day, Dal” He smiled. “Me too. I’ll tell you what…” he leaned into me, mouth close to my ear to whisper “we’ll save the rest for our next dates.” I giggled at his words. I gave him one last kiss before walking back up to my door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dal” I said as i blew him a kiss. He caught it and put it in his pocket, starting to walk away. “Bye doll.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this. Im finally out of school so I have so much free time so I will be writing more. Let me know if you guys want this to be a series because I really like these two’s relationship. My request box is always open!! Love you guys!!! 💗

[mapis-putellas]

Shelter me from the cold

Pairings: Florence x you

Words: 3047

Warnings: none

Sumamry: You and Florence are in Switzerland filming for her most recent movie when an accident occurs leaving Florence falling sick with one of the worst colds in her life.

It had happened so quickly it was almost as though you'd dreamt it. One second, your girlfriend was there. She was stood in front of the camera, script in hand and and her discarded coat in the other. The next, she was gone, a loud splash and a stifled cry of surprise filling telling you just what had occurred.

Thankfully, the water wasn't at all deep, so as quickly as she'd disappeared she makes a reappearance gasping for air and she wiping her eyes. Your coat was already unzipped and off as you push past the director and crew and all but yank her soaking wet body into your arms. She clings to you tightly, her trembling hands clutching the material of your hoodie as you wrap your coat around her shoulders.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." She rushes to reassure everyone as a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, and murmurs of relief were quick to fill both your ears. "I just need to change and then I'll be back." She informs the director as he approaches her to see if she was okay, and after squeezing her shoulder, he nods his head and tells her to take as long as she needed.

"You scared the hell out of me." You mutter as you wrap a guiding arm around her waist and pull her towards her trailer.

Florence looks up you, cheeks flushed with cold and bottom lip quivering. "You and me both." She laughs softly, and though you roll your eyes at her nonchalance, you couldn't help but give her one last squeeze before pulling open the trailer door and coaxing her inside.

"Go get a hot shower." You tell her as you close the trailer door behind you. "I'll pick you out some dry clothes."

Florence nods with a smile as she disappears through to the small bathroom area, the distinct sound of the water hitting the tiled floor filling your ears as you rummage through her bag to find her some dry clothes.

Thankfully, today was only a run through of the scene they were shooting, so she wasn't wearing her characters clothes when she'd fallen. Though you supposed it wouldn't have mattered considering they had several sets of each anyway.

With a pair of sweatpants and comfy hoodie in your hands, you make your way over to the bathroom and bring your fist up to knock at the wooden door. A faint come in escapes through the small gap, and you comply, setting the clothes down into counter before coming to stand by the partially open curtain.

Florence was stood facing the shower, arms crossed against her chest as the water falls down her body. If the way the steam slowly filling the room was anything to go by, the water was scolding. That comes as no surprise to you. Whilst you tended to prefer showers on the warmer side, Florence was the complete opposite. The hotter the water, the better.

"I feel like the lake waters seeped into my bones. I'm still so cold." She greets you as she turns her head and gives you a small smile, and you grin slightly as you lean against the wall. Her hair was tied up, so you knew she had no intentions of washing it. It leads you to grab a towel from the heated rail, holding it out ready for when she comes out.

"You're gonna turn into a lobster," you note, and Florence snorts in amusement as she reaches to turn off the water before stepping out. The second her wet body was exposed to the cool air, she begins to tremble, and you were quick to bundle her up into the towel and pull her back into your arms.

You feel Florence's warm breath hit the skin of your neck as she rests her head against your shoulder, and the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft grin as you cup the back of her head and press a kiss to her hair.

"Go get warm, okay? I'll make you some yea." You tell her as you pull her body away from you, giving in to the urge to press a gentle peck to her cute button nose.

Florence scrunches it up slightly in response, and you couldn't help but grin at the sight before giving her some privacy to change.

*

"Huh'tsschoo!"

Was the sound that startles you awake the next day, and you frown in confusion as you shift to your elbow and look around the room.

When your eyes complete the three sixty and land on the other side of the bed, you see Florence, sat up in bed with her hands cupping her face. She was looking at you with wide eyes, and you frown in confusion for just a small second before your sleep deprived brain seemingly catches on to the issue.

You reach for the tissues, pulling two out of the box and handing them over. She sends you a grateful smile as she takes them from you and makes quick work of blowing her nose.

"Good morning to you too," you mumble as you lay back down and raise your arms above your head to stretch, and Florence gives you an apologetic look as she tosses the tissue into the trash before curling up against your side.

"Sorry darling." She rests her head against your chest and lets out a soft sigh. You smile slightly as you wrap an arm around her before beginning to trail your hand up and down her back.

"You're not getting sick, are you?" You ask in concern.

After filming had finished yesterday, Florence had seemed a little under the weather, but when you’d asked she had blamed it on being tired.

You were a little suspicious considering the event that had taken place just hours prior, but she was adamant she was okay and seeing as though you had no other reason to doubt her, you had simply coaxed her into bed a little earlier than normal.

"I don't think so," Florence shrugs as she begins to trail her finger over the hem of your shirt. "I feel okay. Maybe it was just a...a..."

You frown in confusion when she cuts herself off, but when you look down at her, you see why. Her face was scrunched up into that cute pre sneeze expression, and it takes only moments for her to let out a few hitched breaths before stifling a sneeze against your shirt.

"H'htschoo!"

You couldn’t help but startle slightly at the loudness.

"God, sorry. That came out of nowhere." Florence grumbles as she reaches for another tissue, and you frown in concern as you brush her hair away from her face.

"It's okay, baby. But I think you might be getting a little sick." You tell her, and she groans in annoyance as she wipes her nose with a congested sniffle.

"I'm so glad I'm not working today," she grumbles as she drops her head back against your chest, and you smile slightly as you continue with the gentle ministrations against her back. "That would have been hell."

"It would," you agree, pressing your lips against the top of her head. She sighs against you again, and you take it upon yourself to go and get her some medicine. You were under the impression that if you started medicating her now, the oncoming cold wouldn't hit her as hard as usual. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna go get you some tea and medicine."

Florence nods as she looks up at you with a sleepy smile, and you couldn't help but lean down and press a chaste kiss to her lips before disappearing through to the bathroom.

Several more sneezes fill your ears as you make quick work of grabbing some Tylenol and making her some of her favourite Yorkshire tea, and you pout softly as you carry both items through to the bedroom along with a bottle of water.

Florence was now sat up against the headboard of the bed with her phone in her hand, and you smile as the sight as you sit yourself back down next to her.

"Here baby, get this down you." You murmur, and Florence takes the tea gratefully before bringing it to her lips for a cautious sip. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as she swallows, the hot liquid obviously doing wonders on her throat. "Take this too." You hold out two pills, and after setting her tea aside, Florence easily swallows them down with some water.

"Thanks darling." She smiles as she hands back the water, and you nod, watching as she once again reaches for her tea.

*

As the day progresses, so do Florence's symptoms. By now, she was so congested she could barely breath through her nose. Her fever had hit 101 and her poor throat was raw due to the constant and repetitive throat scraping sneezes and coughs.

"This sucks. You suck." She moans into the comforter after another sneeze, and you make a mental note to change the bedding before heading to bed tonight as you climb into the bed next to her.

"Why do I suck?" You muse playfully as you rest your hand on the back of her head and comb your fingers through her short hair.

Florence huffs as she buries her face into the side of your thigh, and you smile in amusement. Said smile was wiped from your face just seconds later when -"Huh'hptschoo!" - she sneezes, all over your leg.

"Eww flo," you complain, and she lets out a congested chuckle as she brings a hand up to wipe at her nose. You playfully shove her away from you and wipe both the snot and saliva off of your bare skin of your thigh.

"You are disgusting." You grumble, and she simply winks at you before turning onto her back and letting out a hoarse cough. Any and all amusement fades from your face when it sounded like she was attempting to cough up gravel.

"Alright you little germ bug. I think it's time for more medicine." You muse as you grab both the Tylenol and cough medicine off of the nightstand, and Florence huffs slightly as she sits herself up.

When she simply opens her mouth, you roll your eyes fondly and place the two pills onto her tongue. She swallows them down with water before eyeing you with a scowl as you pour out the required dose of cough medicine into the small plastic cup.

"Ew." She grumbles as she takes it and swallows with a slight grimace, and you press a soothing kiss to the side of her head as you screw the cap back on before placing the glass bottle back onto the nightstand.

After settling yourself back against the headboard of the bed, you hold out your arms invitingly. Florence doesn't hesitate fall against you, her hands clinging to the material of your shirt as her head settles on your chest. Her breathing was still full of congestion, and you could feel each and every hoarse puff of air hitting your skin.

After pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, you slip your hand beneath her shirt and begin tracing the tips of your fingers over the warm skin of her back. She nuzzles closer at the action, and the corners of your lips instinctively curl up into a small grin.

*

"This is gross. I cant taste anything." Florence grumbles as she defeatedly swirls her spoon around the soup you'd made her, her face crumpled up onto a look of annoyance.

Setting down your own nearly empty bowl, you take hers from her lap and send her what you hoped was a comforting smile, "Would it make you feel better if I fed you?" You tease, and her eyes light up with slight amusement as she wipes her nose.

"No. But I'll let you anyway." She retorts, and you roll your eyes playfully as you scoop up some of the soup. This was the first thing Florence had managed to bring herself to eat today, so you knew she was bummed out by not being able to taste anything.

Especially because you had used one of her dads recipes.

"How kind of you." You mutter, and Florence snorts slightly as she opens up her mouth and allows you to feed her.

“Nope,” she sighs heavily. “Still nothing.”

You simply smile sympathetically.

Florence manages the rest of her soup without a single word of complaint, but you could tell she wasn't the slightest bit impressed. She eyes the empty bowl with distaste as carry them out of the room, and that same look was still on her face when you walk back into the room.

"Let's take a bath," you tell her as you lean against the edge of the bed and reach for her hands, "the hot water might help ease your congestion." Florence eyes you for a second before nodding, taking your offered hands and allowing you to tug her onto her feet before following you into the bathroom.

"Are you getting in too?" She questions as she swings your hands back and forth, and hum slightly in confirmation as you bend down to turn on the water. After checking the temperature of the water and making sure it was a little on the hotter side, you put in the stopper and watch as the claw foot tub begins to fill.

You then turn to face Florence who was looking at you with a hopeful expression on her face, and you cup her cheeks and press a kiss to her forehead.

"Of course." You tell her, and she bounces slightly on her toes as she tugs you into a hug. With a soft laugh, you were quick to return the embrace. The love you had for her was beyond words.

After the tub had filled to a sufficient amount, you stop the water and tug on the bottom of her shirt. Understanding your silent implication, Florence raises her arms above your head and allows you to tug the item of clothing from her body. Just seconds after pulling off her pants, she bends forward at the waist and brings her hands up to cover her nose and mouth.

"H…H'htschoo! H'hptchoo!"

"Bless you baby." You murmur, and Florence smiles appreciatively as she grabs some toilet paper and blows her nose.

You take the time to strip off as she washes her hands, holding back your slight wince as you settle yourself into the hot water. You hold out your hand, and Florence takes it before stepping into the tub in front of you. She settles in between your legs with her back to her chest and lets out a content sigh, and could help but roll your eyes slightly at the sound.

Of course the water wasn't hot for her.

Securing your arms around her waist, you let out a quiet sigh and rest your head against the back of the tub. You feel Florence's fingers begin to trace random circles across your skin, and you smile a little at the sensation as you press a kiss against the back of her head.

Your peaceful silence, however, was interrupted no more than a few seconds later. "Hitschoo!" Her head bobs slightly as she uses her free hand to cover her mouth.

"Bless you." You murmur, and Florence nods. Seconds later, she sneezes again. This one louder than before.

"Hiitshhiew!" She lifts a hand and rubs at the tip of her nose in a futile attempt at quelling the itch. It doesn't seem to work.

"Hh'iiishiu! Huh'htschoo! Hh...H'tsshiew!" She lets out a congested groan as her head falls back against your shoulder.

"Bless you." You coo softly as you tighten your arms around her waist and press a kiss to the side of head, and Florence sniffles thickly as she rubs at her nose.

"I think it's definitely helping with the congestion." You add in amusement, and Florence groans slightly as she sinks further into the water. With a small smile, you reach for the shampoo before placing your hands underneath her armpits and tugging her back up into a sitting position.

"Can I wash your hair?" You ask, and Florence nods her head in consent as she wipes her nose with her hand. Although you grimace slightly at the sight, you wisely say nothing and instead focus on wetting her hair. Due to how short it was, it takes you no time at all, and you soon find yourself helping Florence out of the tub and once again bundling her up into a towel.

Just as you go to grab your own towel, her face contorts into that pre sneeze expression. Her nostrils flare and her breath hitches, and your eyes widen as you quickly grab the front of her towel and hold it up to her face. She sneezes forcefully into it three times before the itch in her nose disappears, and you pout softly in sympathy as you grab some tissue and wipe off her cupids bow.

"I think it's time for some more medicine and then bed." You tell as you trash the now soiled tissue, and she sniffles thickly with a nod of agreement. Before you could begin to lead her back through to the bathroom, she steps into your arms and wraps her arms around her shoulders.

"Up." She murmurs, and you give her a soft squeeze before bending down and wrapping your arms beneath her behind. She immediately hooks her legs around your waist, and after pressing a fond kiss to her bare shoulder, you carry her back through to your shared bedroom before easing her back down onto her feet.

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses an appreciative kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the closet to find some pyjamas, and you watch her go with a small smile as you begin drying yourself off.

You hoped she'd feel better tomorrow.

**

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[floatingonalowvibe]

Chapter one of Bernard x ftm reader

I knew I was going to hate going over to my dad's house. He was an absolute asshat, and even charlie knew that. He was never there for me when I was a kid, and whenever he was, he was always distancing himself. And ever since I came out to him, I feel like he's been acting like I'm not even his kid anymore. So, I prepared for the worst.

I'm bringingmy walkman, and all my favorite cassettes. Green day, nirvana, the classic grunge things, as it usually helps me calm down.

It was currently 6pm, and we were heading over to his house at 8. So I decided to start drawing.

Nothing in specific, just wanted to get some thoughts out. For the next few minutes, I filled the page with eyes, all staring in different directions, all stretched out. I have no idea why, but drawing weird eyes just brings me peace.

My peace was broken when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could get up to open the door, Neil opened it, giving me a smil

"Hey sport! You ready to go over to Scott's place?"

I loved it when he calls me sport. Neil is a really nice guy, he's help me with a lot of things in my life. "I guess so." I said with a shrug.

"Well, just remember, if anything happens, you can always call us and we will be there."

I gave him a smile and a nod. He nodded back, ruffling my hair before he walked out. I sighed. Neil knows how hard it has been for me coming out as trans, and how my "dad" doesn't really understand it, so he chooses to ignore it. He sometimes calls me my preferred name, but he rarely uses the correct pronouns.

I glanced at my clock, it was 6:45 now. I got up from my chair, putting on my jacket. It was an old one I got from a thrift store, as most of my clothes where from there. It was black, and on the sleeves it had yellow stripes. It was one of my favorite items of clothing I own.

I grabbed my walkman, plopped down on my bed, popped in a cassette with a bunch of my favorite songs, turned the volume up, and just sat there, trying not to make up fake scenarios in my head about what could go wrong.~timeskip brought to you by my inability to figure out what else to write for that scene ~

Scotts burnt the turkey. And everything else tasted like shit. I tried to help him cook things, but I was pushed out of the kitchen when I tried.

We just got back from Denny's, I had my leftover milkshake in a to-go cup, sitting in the passenger seat sipping on it.

Once we got home, I was really tired. I've just had a really rough few months and it's really been taking a toll on me. And the fact that the entire day Scott was missing the point of me correcting him on my pronouns. I started to head inside, holding Charlie's hand. The kid doesn't deserve the family he got. He's too kind and sweet for all the arguing and comments that Scott makes.

I was waiting at the door, as Scott was fiddling with the keys trying to open it.

"Hey, is it ok if I take a shower?" I ask"Yea, just don't use all the hot water."

As soon as the door gets opened, I grab my bag that I left near the couch and go upstairs.

~after the shower~

Once I got out of the shower, I could hear Scott reading a book to Charlie, The night before Christmas to be specific. I poked my head around the corner of the door frame, causing Scott to stop reading. I walked in, and gave Charlie a kiss on the forehead. I ruffled his bowlcut, making his nose wrinkle up.

" 'night bud." I said, walking away.

"Night N/N!" He responded.

Even charlie, an eight year old, can grasp the concept of being trans. And yet a full grown ass man can't. But hey, they both grew up in different times, so they were raised with different views. Or at least that's what Neil tells me every time I get mad about it. But the way I see it, it shouldn't matter how you were raised, you can still chose not to be an asshat and use the right goddamn name and pronouns.I knew there was only one spare room in his house, so I decided to find some blankets and a pillow and bunker down on the couch.

As I was laying down, Scott comes into the living room where I was. I took a silent deep breath, prepping for the worst.

"Goodnight, M/n."

"Goodnight Dad."

And with that, he was gone, going upstairs.The way he said my name was like he was being forced to say it. But it's better than being deadnamed.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my water bottle and my pills. Neil had prescribed them to me for what he thinks is depression and anxiety. At first, I thought he was just being overdramatic until he started to list off the symptoms and it hit me like a truck how much he was right. I downed the pills, my body shaking due to the horrid taste.

As I lay down, I felt my eyes become heavy. I knew I would sleep good tonight

[daisychainsandbowties]

weirder asks if you please: 1, 23, 29, 42, 44

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

i have Many, unfortunately, but the main ones are 

lilith, because she’s incredible and poetic and tall and she scares me. i’m comforted by her as a character with an aborted destiny, who is not what she was meant to be, but still alive, & dealing with the cost of (still) being alive. 

beatrice. i mean… damn she’s just everything to me. her gentleness and her harshness and the way it feels to write her. i think she’s one of my favourite narrative voices to work with - not even her POV but just what she does to any scene. she’s such a beautiful person & it changes everything, changes the structure of language in some indefinable way. mwah love her. 

obi wan kenobi. HE’S BABY. i just love him & there are too many reasons why but phantom menace obi and his little braid were Gender to me as a kid. profoundly gender. hoping to grow into mullet obi some day, if i am fortunate. 

obvioulsy Mo from wot. like she makes me want to rip up the trees by their roots like i’m an orc doing landscaping for Saruman but she’s!!! talk about a tectonic shift in my psyche at age single-digits when i first read EoTW. i was there with Rand & Mat in the Bad Bird scene going ‘if she asked me to do anything, then that is what i would do.’ but oh i never get tired of reading about her i just love her & she’s kind of a fixture of multiple points in my life bc i kept going back to her (& wot) like a boat into harbour. moiraine is possibly THE comfort character (tragic for me that she’s Like That. so not relaxing to be around) 

Nona from the Book of the Ancestor series. she’s autistic, she’s covered in (her own) blood half the time. she would die for her friends. she’s got a devil in her. she’s just!!!! very soft but also so dangerous & she has something gay going on with at least four of her friends and i think that’s heroic of her. 

Captain Laurence from the His Majesty’s Dragon series. he’s just the softest boi. he has a dragon the size of a small manor house & he calls said dragon ‘my dear’. what else is there to say? 

& this one is obscure but Celestia Stardust from the dnd podcast Flintlocks and Fireballs. i also love Scamp from that because they were the character who helped me figure out my favourite pronouns & also they’re a pink demon-child who once turned into a potted plant and accidentally started the French Revolution. but Celestia is the gay disaster bard, and you know i love a disaster. she’s ridiculously tall, she once rolled a nat 20 to walk through a door. her family are the worst people in the world but her sister is (tragically) kind of sexy. she nearly dies like every episode because she started the campaign with a negative con modifier (like, darling). she also says darling a lot which…. i’m fine. 

ok there are Loads truly but i’ll stop. basically the more autistic and soft and disastrous they are the more i love them. 

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

ah see it’s a conundrum bc i am smol and therefore have no natural defence from the cold. it will be 12 degrees celsius and i will be featured in the google image results of the word ‘icicle’

BUT i also enjoy being wrapped in blankies and wearing multiple hoodies and fluffy socks (but, to be clear, i am a tough guy) so the cold is generally a good time for me. also i hate fruit flies. cannot even explain my loathing. this is why me & spiders are in alliance, why if no one got me, spiders got me. so cold = no fruit flies. ghdkslkd honestly i’d like hot weather a lot more if i had top surgery because i would be like ‘shirt WHO??’ but alas… 

29. how do you like your shower water?

shower water must be scalding. some of us have Raynaud’s Syndrome. (also yea the urge to respond with 'wet')

42: an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

oh definitely google docs. me and my 10,000 iterations of ‘untitled document’ have to spend quality time together at least once every five minutes

44: you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

hmm there are a couple of people i WOULD kill but in most of those cases they’re surrounded by other cunts people who would step up and assume almost exactly the same role, so it’d really have to be someone i felt was uniquely harmful, in a way that’s individual to them in some way. probably i would think maybe some billionaire (and yeah, i am thinking of one in particular but it feels a bit too personal maybe. but def Looking just over the sea) or anyone responsible for an inordinate amount of environmental harm. it’s probably slightly boring, but i think in general not much can be prevented by killing one person (no actual real-world ta’veren & all that)

[marianadurang]

Act 1, Scene 1

(Milo is driving while Lucia is in the passenger seat of his car. They’re heading back to their North Philadelphia apartments right after a workout at the gym)

MILO: Do I make you nervous at the gym?

LUCIA: What? No… Okay a little but that’s only because you go all the time and I just started.

MILO: I get that, but did I yell at you?

LUCIA: (shakes her head) No, you did not.

MILO: See, I’m not like your roommate. I want you to be comfortable around me and actually enjoy going to the gym.

LUCIA: I know, I know. Just seeing all the meatheads makes me anxious.

MILO: (laughs) Don’t pay attention to that. You got this big guy right next to ya.

Scene 2

(Milo drops Lucia off at her apartment. Lucia walks in and sees her roommate, Peter staring right at her)

PETER: I bet since you worked out with him instead of me, the workouts were subpar at best.

LUCIA: Shut up. It was actually pretty good. We did legs today!

PETER: Yeah, you definitely need to work on your legs

LUCIA: (jaw drops) HEY. I’m working on it

PETER: (laughs vigorously) I’m just saying. Anyways, are you going over to Milo’s tonight?

LUCIA: Yeah, I just need to shower first

PETER: Make the shower quick or don’t use so much hot water. I don’t want to freeze my ass off.

Scene 3

LUCIA: after her shower, Lucia heads over by foot to Milo’s place to hang out with him and his roommate, Tom. She rings the boys’ doorbell

MILO: (Opens the door) You’re so small, I just want to put you in my pocket. You’re pocket sized!

LUCIA: Oh shut up. I know I’m small but I ain’t THAT small

MILO: To me you are. I’m like two of you

LUCIA: Mhmm, whatever you say (spots Tom as she walks inside). TOM!!

TOM: LUCIA! What up pimp?

LUCIA: Not much. Legs are f*ckin sore from the gym though

TOM: Oh I bet. Can’t believe y’all work out so much lately

LUCIA: Honestly, I can’t believe it either

TOM: Welp, Milo and I are gonna smoke up right now if you wanna join

MILO: Yea, wanna join?

LUCIA: (very hesitant) I don’t know guys. Milo, don’t you have an interview to be preparing for anyways before getting high?

TOM: LET THE MAN COOK! He’s just trying to get fried

LUCIA, MILO, & TOM: (all three are laughing as Milo and Tom proceed to smoke some weed)

Scene 4

(Milo finished getting high with Tom and walked downstairs with Lucia to relax and watch a movie in his room. Suddenly, Lucia’s brother, Damon calls her)

DAMON: Can you buy me beer? We gotta celebrate since I’m leaving for spring break tomorrow!

LUCIA: What the f*ck? No.

DAMON: Pleaseeee. I just want to drink with my friends a few beers before I head out to Florida tomorrow morning.

LUCIA: Can’t one of them buy beer?

DAMON: Yeah… but then I have to pay them back

LUCIA: Yeah, no. Bye Damon (hangs up the phone)

MILO: Everything ok with your brother?

LUCIA: Yeah, he’s just being a pain in the ass. Him and his friends wanna drink but he doesn’t wanna pay for it so he called me.

MILO: Typical little brothers. So, is he hanging with his normal group of pals? LUCIA: Yep. (Shows a picture of her brother’s friends)

MILO: LMAO why does he look like your brother (pointing at the one boy in the picture)

LUCIA: Ya know, Damon gets that a lot. They really do look like siblings.

MILO: More than the two of you do honestly.

LUCIA: You’re not wrong.

(Both Lucia and Milo begin to start paying attention to the movie playing on Milo’s tv)

Scene 5

(It’s quiet in the room, Milo has his arm around Lucia and begins to clear his throat)

MILO: I care about you a lot and I haven’t cared about someone like this in years

LUCIA: (blushing and smiling): I care a lot about you too, Milo. Why are you bringing this up? MILO: Well, I just don’t want to bullshit you. I really like you BUT I don’t want to rush into anything.

LUCIA: I get that. I don’t want to rush into anything either. Nothing ever works out rushed.

MILO: Okay. Okay, good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. I was just scared we wouldn’t be.

LUCIA: Nah, we’re definitely on the same page. Now stop being f*cking awkward, you’re making this weird

(Lucia and Milo laugh and cuddle as they watch the rest of the movie)

Act 1 ends.

[isaacathom]

ds9 time :) s2e6

'i havent seen one of these in 300 years' i- okay hang on. there was a character IN tng who used a wheelchair. the old guy. the one in the absolutely horrifically bad 'old man' prosthetics who took some fucking drug so he'd regain his youth. i remember this episode. he HAD a fucking wheelchair. you HAVE them. theyre IN THE SETTING. what are you talking about Dax. ? i hate scifi when its like 'oh yea we wont need wheelchairs in the future' bullshit man. anyway

'once her basic needs are met she refuses all special assistance' i would not say 'being able to get around' is special assistance but like. ugh. UGH. we're doing this then are we. we're doing this?

the way everyones reacting to meloras stubbornness doesnt sit quite right with me, especially considering that bashir moments prior spoke glowingly of that stubborness. but also why the fuck did you modify the design? without telling her? like dude what the fuck. she sent you a design, you shouldve just made that, and then maybe as the chief medical officer suggested alterations and improvements and so on once it saw on-the-ground action in its intended environment BY its intended user, which is not you. euggggh.

im not sure i like where i feel like this is going to go? i dont know what i think that is but my vibe is poor.

okay so plot a) melora tries to just do her fucking job and b) quark gets murdered. i understand (i do not)

my problem isn't with melora as a character, i think its with a sort of exhaustion with the fact that scifi tends to erase disabilities because ~in the future we can "fix" them~ and then their rare disabled characters tend to be a very specific way. an aspirational disabled person, i suppose. one who doesnt ask for help, who doesnt "let their handicap stop them", you know the vibe. so its not that she's a bad character, per se, but that shes part of a trope thats just sorta annoying. this all comes with the caveat that im not disabled though so ? basically dont listen to anything i say

"its like slipping into a bathtub at the end of a long day" "really... im a shower man myself" bashir buddy what

BASHIR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING. what the fuck is this. oh i hate this. like to be clear its a significant improvement from bashir being cringe flirty back in s1 with dax (something that seems to have been dropped like a hot rock) but JESUS. BASHIR.

okay yea sure (skips scene) ill just read the transcript man im good. good for bashir making friends i guess.

yknow again melora has a point, who the fuck puts raised rims everywhere like this. its a trip hazard for anybody!

do not make out on your peril do not make out okay wait okay so she realises hes hesitating, goes 'oh dont worry thats my brother' and then they immediately make out, god thats a fucking awkward chain. that said, lol. the shot of them drifting up was fun.

i am not invested in this relationship at all but i guess its nice to see Dax interacting with other people and sharing some of her knowledge. i like her a bit more than s1.

well thats not exactly where i thought her plot was going but of course, mago-scientifically curing her of her disability, a fucking hallmark. god i hate scifi sometimes. like yea whatever it makes sense in the isolated incident that its the sort of thing she WOULD want, because her bullish independence is very important to her, and whatever, but as part of a trend you just. groan.

"you people sell pieces of yourself after you die, don't you? i'll buy one" odo and quark remain exceptional

"you let me fly, i let you walk, we're even" disability politics aside, cute sentiment.

bashir's complete forgetting that she has a family back home, incredible fucking work sir, truly the empath

this episode is not especially well written, is it

wow these plots collide like a sledgehammer

oh thank GOD she doesn't actually commit oto the treatment, thank GOD!!! THANK GOD!!! oh thank god. genuinely a good choice, like im so glad, from the meta perspective, that she decided being able to see her family and all that was more important. does that make sense? i just like that she made the choice, was empowered to make it, and knows whats up. that rules. thats a good ending for her i think.

that said that episode kinda sucks? its fine i guess.

[dystopiandramaqueen]

vintage mirror: how long have you been working on your most devoted project?

Skater Boi - I started a few weeks ago.

Indulgences? *weary sigh* I started it before the pandemic 😅

velvet pumpkin: what do you like describing the most when it comes to scene dressing? share an excerpt

People. What they’re doing. Why they’re doing it. What they’re thinking. What they look like. What they experience and how it changes them. Little elements that make them who they are. Why they’re cool 🖤

(From Four Alarm Fire🔥🚨🥵)

Half an hour later, a handsome fireman is in June's apartment. The fire is out- and he's explaining that the source wasn't the candles (even though she shouldn't leave them unattended.)

“It was the uh..." He pauses, swallowing thickly.

“Vibrator."

"Yeah." He nods thankfully. "It overheated. Short-circuited. You can tell from the burns on the outlet."

June is mortified. She glances where he's pointing, nodding, returning her eyes to the floor. She dissociates. Today is the worst day ever, and it had to end with more humiliation. Of course. Just my luck.

June's eyes close when a breeze pushes in from her open window, past the fireman, filling the space with his scent. He smells like Axe Bodywash. The tropical one. Jesus fucking christ you smell amazing. Like you just showered. How dare you.

June’s always had a fireman kink. That and paramedics. Strong, brave men. Real honest to God super heroes. She lets her eyes wander up, from his black workboots, over his yellow turnout gear- those incredible fireman pants that transition into suspenders at the waist. Under that, he’s wearing a tight black t-shirt that clings to the muscular contours of his chest, shoulders, biceps, deltoids- which ripple and flex under the thin cotton as he talks and gestures. June lets herself be brave. Her eyes climb, up the muscular cords of his neck- to the chisled jawline dotted with the perfect amount of scruff. It's clear he shaved this morning before his shift. But he has too much testosterone. He's making a new beard already. She imagines the sandpapery feeling of it against her cheek. If he were to press those gorgeous lips to her skin. She can fucking feel it. And then she makes a terrible mistake. Looking him dead in his gorgeous, deep brown eyes.

His eyes lock on hers, the words falling from his lips. His mouth is slightly open. He lets out a slow breath, as if trying to calm his racing heart.

leather ottoman: how do you structure your wips? do you outline or fly fast and loose?

Fast and loose 🖤

I pick a moment for the scene. Start a little before that. Trying to stay as lean as possible. Bc #noonewantstoreadyourshit

hot chocolate squishmallow: do you include food in your writing? do you have a preferred beverage you gravitate toward while working?

Oh yea. I mean my preferred drink is pink moscato. Or a really heady CabSav. Or a monster energy drink. Mango Loco 🖤 or coffee with too much sugar and vegan creamer. Sugar and caffiene. Plus / minus additional drugs.

star-shaped crystal: have you ever been inspired by a dream? tell us about it

Oh yea. When I’m sober I can go to sleep knowing where I want the story to go, and wake up w a scene in my mind.

gold obsidian egg: what do you treasure the most about your wip?

Skater Boi: I love campy fluffy summer stories. It’s like s’mores. Not the BEST. But fucking delicious.

Indulgences…

😔 is the story of my suffering

😫 it’s supposed to be a redemption arc. Finishing it would be a major victory over the darkness.

van gogh tapestry: do you create from any specific emotion? what drives you?

Angst. Lust. Rage. Fear. Jealousy. Frustration. Hopelessness. Hope. Love. Hope. Beauty. Faith. God (not the Christian God.)

giant bt21 shooky pillow: what’s the most warm and fuzzy scene in your wip? share an excerpt

I don’t do warm and fuzzy. All fluff is served with a twist of angst- shaken, then served over iced over feelings.

From Indulgences:

Beth traces her fingers over Nick's chest absently. His ribs are too prominent, like a starved dog.

Beth props herself up on an elbow to look at Nick. “You can’t starve yourself anymore. Is that clear?”

Nick looks at Beth fondly, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “You’re the first person to care about me in a very long time.”

“Since Clara Rose?”

Nick searches Beth’s eyes.

“You called out to her in your sleep.” Beth says softly. “Who is she?”

Nick blinks heavily, his eyelashes fluttering.

Beth reaches for the ring Nick wears on a chain around his neck. “Does this belong to her?”

Beth gasps when the metal burns her skin like acid. She winces, pulling away quickly. Her eyes grow wide. “Silver?” Beth traces the thick, circular scar where the ring rests against his chest. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

Nick’s jaw tightens. He says nothing.

Beth lays her cheek on his chest, snuggling as close as she can. She holds him until he drifts into sleep.

It’s not enough, but it’s all she has to give.

handwritten poems: what do you do when experiencing writer’s block?

Dissociate in a drug haze for 3 months? 😅

Go for a walk or a drive. Listen to my playlist for the story. Dream with another tumblrina. Read fic. Watch a movie. Read a book.

evenstar necklace: if you could give any of your characters a gift, what would it be?

Freedom. Safety. Happily ever after.

All the asks for you as well!

My answers are the same as yours - let me copy the questions! *hold please*

[aoshihugs]

anon requested:

yukimiya kenyu simp content

⤿ ‘x reader’ hcs

⤿ warnings: swearing, use of ‘love’ as a petname

❥ if you’re comfortable with having a public relationship, the experience would be summed up in one word: clout

❥ so much fame, so many haters, so many more shippers

❥ hope you have thick skin because oh boy

❥ if you’d prefer to keep things on the DL he’s cool with that too, he prioritizes your comfort over his all day every day

❥ in fact, i think yukimiya would prefer to keep his relationships private, because he values intimacy

❥ while he may be popular, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s into dating culture

❥ he’d post cute couple’s pictures and candids of you when you’re not paying attention (with your permission) and the relationship wouldn’t necessarily be a secret, but he wouldn’t broadcast your love life, yk?

❥ your family and friends would love him

❥ he’s so charming omg

❥ annoyingly so, sometimes? like yea your bf’s hot no wonder everyone wants to get his number, get in line mfs 🙄🙄

❥ too bad so sad lmaooo

❥ he doesn’t harshly reject people, he’s more of a “gentle rejection” type of guy

❥ but if you start to get uncomfortable with how many people throw themselves at him, he can be more assertive

❥ serious yukki is so hot wtf did yall see that one panel

❥ anyways

❥ definitely the type of bf to shower you with surprise gifts and expect nothing in return

❥ very attentive and observant, he pays attention and remembers the little things you mention that you like so he can surprise you with them later

❥ very good with remembering dates!! he’ll know your birthday, anniversary, your parents’ birthdays, the day your fish died, etc etc lol

❥ is always genuinely surprised and kinda emotional whenever you surprise him with a gift

❥ he genuinely doesn’t expect you to do the same for him because he’s used to spending a little more money than other people

❥ so cute thoooo, he’s such a sweetheart with you it’s almost disgusting

❥ you could be on a casual date to your “usual spot” (wherever that is) and if you pull out a small penguin plushie/accessory he’s all:

❥ *gasp* “aww love, you didn’t need to… 🥺”

❥ like stfu yes you DID bruh. accept the damn gift.

❥ uses “love, dear, darling, honey, baby” by default unless you ask him to change them

❥ big fan of cheek and nose kisses, this guy!! both giving and receiving!!

❥ if you’re shorter, he likes to tilt your head up at random or when you’re hugging and press one to your nose or cheekbone

❥ if you’re his height and taller, he still guides you by the chin for a quick kiss

❥ fuckin sap ew

❥ his kisses are very soft and gentle, he’s a pretty patient and laidback guy (blue lock really has his blood temperatures rising lmao) and i think that reflects in his physical affection tendencies

❥ is super cool with any pda that you’re comfortable with!! personally enjoys hugging and hand holding

❥ just feels very satisfied(?) with being close to you in some regard

❥ if you’re not the pda type he’d adjust accordingly, but would still be kinda sad lol

❥ give the man some love pls

❥ he’s not a very insecure person but every now and then he’ll need some reassurance that you truly care about him and not his image

❥ WOULD BEG YOU TO READ OYASUMI PUNPUN LMAOO

❥ he wants you to be into what he’s into, and he’s into some dark shit fr (canonically likes that one scene in evangelion where homegirl gets a sky funeral?? hello?? what??)

❥ will reciprocate this tenfold tho!! super excited when you ask him to do something you like or watch a movie together or recommend a book or blah blah blah

❥ you’d be such an annoyingly cute couple jfc save some hope for the rest of us please

❥ 100% does that thing where he “tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear” if it’s long enough

❥ you ever watch a romance k-drama? yeah that’s you and yukki… minus the forced love triangle and surprise hospitalization arc

❥ is cool with sharing his food with you

❥ would also be down to feed you his food

❥ like i said, annoyingly cute

❥ PLEASE WEAR MATCHING OUTFITS WITH HIM HE WOULD GET SO EXCITED!!!

❥ do you want to see blushing yukki? i know you do. put on the “i’m with stupid –>” shirt right now.

[strawberrylucv]

hello part 2 is now out! i would like to thank you all for liking part 1 so much! huhu i didn't know it would get that popular. Anyways, I hope you like part 2.

Confession time ( Part 2 for : Genshin HC's when you tell them "I think im in love")

✦ft. Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Kaeya, Albedo.

✦warnings : mutual pining, fluff!! small fics are included! implied nsfw at the end of every character.

I suggest reading part 1 first since this follows right after.

Part 1 : Genshin HC's when you tell them "I think I'm in love."

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Diluc

so after the whole scene of him telling you to come by the tavern

he starts stress-cleaning.

he never thought the day of him confessing to you would come this early

but he had to act fast because he internally panicked when you said the word love.

and his name was not beside that.

when he went home, he asked Elzer to prepare the most extravagant setting in the tavern ever.

yea, it was like midnight so poor Elzer

so here comes the scary part. the day of the confession.

once you saw angel's share, the windows were all covered.

then you entered the tavern, and hot damn.

it was decorated with beautiful vines and flowers and a carpet leading to a table at the center, the chairs pushed away, with candles being the only source of light.

and then you saw Diluc but he was wearing an all white suit. he was setting up the table with the food you were going to eat.

when you asked him about it he just said

"Just trust me, Y/N"

so you did, you ate with him. you told stories and jokes while Diluc chuckled and listened. then he said :

"Y/N, so about the person you're in love with-"

"Oh yeah!" you wipe the ends of your mouth with tissue "I forgot to tell you-"

"Before you say anything else about them. Can I ask something-"

The mood was so good but it went away after Diluc accidentally broke a glass since it was sitting so close to the edge. He tells you not to worry and to leave it all to him. As he carefully grabs the shards under the table, you tell him "Let me help," he protests and was about to tell you to just to stay calm but he hits his head under the table. And the sound it made was loud. When you sit down at the floor to help him, the wine that was left unopened spilled on the both of you. Diluc covers his face in embarrassment asking himself what he did wrong while you laugh at how bad the situation is. He stops covering his face once he starts seeing you laugh loud, he loved it when you were so open with him, and your smile was something he wanted to keep all to himself.

"Forgive me, Y/N. This...This is highly embarrassing." he stands up and offers his hand to you. You take it and reply with "No, I think its cute.", You run up to the bar and grab tissues in the drawers. You run back up to Diluc and try to wipe off the wine from him.

oh goodness, he wanted to kiss you so badly.

he'd been holding it in for so long but you were so adorable.

so he did. he kissed you.

his lips were softer than you'd imagined.

as you look at his eyes, he hugs you so you wouldn't need to see how red he was getting.

but you could hear his heartbeat,

and he heard yours.

they were both in-sync, both fast, both nervous.

"Y/N, As I was saying, about the person you love." he says with a gentle tone, you could feel the heat he was emitting. "Can't it be me..?"

You push him off and give him a confused look. "What?"

He was so heartbroken with your face, he never realized how love was so painful. "I guess not-" he continues but was cut off by you. "It is YOU??" Now he was the one giving you a questioning look.

what??

so turns out that you've been giving hints but Diluc wasn't getting any.

he asks again if you what you were saying was true

"I thought you knew?"

sheeeeshhhhh

he just melts on to you. and gives the most relieving sigh.

"Thank the archons." he whispers to you.

Venti then knocks on the window and ask "Master Diluc?? are you closed today??"

why was the mood always changing?

either way, he was happy because you were the one in love with him all along.

he showered you with kisses that day. who knows what happened at night ;)

Zhongli

you follow him outside and he offers his arm,

you link arms together and walk to who knows where.

as for zhongli, goodness

the man was sweating buckets,

he didn't know if it was the layers of his clothing or the fact that this was so spontaneous.

where were you even both going???

while you were all smiles and talk about what happened today

he was thinking where he would take you

what was he going to do either way once you both were alone?

confess?

wow?? when was the last time he confessed?

isn't it way different now??

okay, but the main point was. where was he taking you.

after a couple of walks around Liyue and the sun starting to set, you start to question him so you ask about it.

"Zhongli?"

"Hm?"

"Where are we going?"

He holds your hand that was linking his arm. "...I do not know."

when he looked at you, he had puppy eyes.

you really didn't mind though, as long as you were together it's fun.

then, Zhongli finally found a place. it wasn't spectacular but it was the only place he could think of.

"Y/N, follow me." he says as he starts to run while he grabs your hand. You were surprised but you started running along with him. You run to the fish pond, through the stairs, through the garden where you could see Lady Ping. She waves at you both and smile at the sight. Then you reached the place where the Rite of Descension happened. Where he told you that this was the place where Rex Lapis became Zhongli.

You start to breathe heavily but he still hasn't let go of your hand. He looks over at you and leads you to the center.

"What're we doing here, Zhongli?" you say as you're still not over that run. He puts your hand in his. "Y/N, I would like to make it-to make this-to-" he clears his throat, "What I meant to say was.." he stutters some more which resulted his ears turning quite red. You giggle a bit at the sight. "Mr. Zhongli, you are taking a very long time to say what you want to say." you grin.

"Y/N, I would like to...to make a contract with you." the grip that was still holding your hands tightened but it wasn't painful at all. "And that contract would be??" you grin wider.

"To be by your side. To be with you. To be the person who you're in love with." he gulps but he doesn't hesitate to say this to you as he stares into your eyes. You place his hands onto your face as you tell him "Zhongli, look into my eyes. What do you see?"

"...Me?" he replies while he stares more deeply into you. "Exactly, this is the person who I fell in love with. Who I am in love with. You finally met them."

oh, it was him all along.

oh, he didn't know his heart could beat this fast.

this would be a perfect time to kiss you

and you had the same thought,

you place your lips on his and he never felt so alive.

good timing that it was night,

that there weren't any people around you.

since things started to get steamy right after that kiss.

Childe

and evening came, and Childe wasn't feeling it.

when he saw you near the pond, you weren't with anyone.

he hated to be that type of guy but he was so happy you were alone.

he wanted you to be happy

but only if he was the one making you happy.

but wait.

who was this guy approaching you...

...

his brows furrowed and

he was just one inch away from going foul legacy.

but he went away and so did Childe's malicious intent.

okay, so the plan was he was going to confess to you first.

before you could confess to garbage.

he took a deep breathe and forced a smile.

when you saw Childe walking towards you, he looked funny.

like he had two left feet which caught the stares of multiple people.

this made you cover your mouth to suppress your laughter.

"Y/N! I'm here!" he waves to you "Oh, where's the person you were coming with?" he questions. You give him a heavy sigh and look over to the water to see your reflection as the moon shines brightly.

"Childe, do you think they'll like me?" you break the silence. He furrows his brows to your question because who wouldn't like you? If that scum ever thought of that then they better watch their backs. You feel his shoulder by yours, leaving no inch away from you.

"Y/N, if you're doubting your self-worth for that scum then I don't think they're right for you." he states. When you turn your head to him, you were surprised that he was just looking at you, never taking his gaze off of you. You burst out laughing and at first, Childe was super confused but then he started laughing along with you.

how the night looked was amazing,

it was dark but then the moon made it all better.

Childe stopped laughing after a bit,

and then he turned to you very seriously and held your hand.

making you also stop your laughter.

"Childe?" you ask him.

"Don't be with them, Y/N." he caresses your face, tracing your features. He takes you in for a warm embrace, there you could feel his warmth, "Be with me." he whispers gently.

You release yourself from his embrace and he takes it hard, but then you intertwine your hand with his, and you were both trembling. "Take a look in the water." you ask of him. So he did, but he was confused. What about the water? "I don't get it." he turns to you again.

You chuckle a bit by his cluelessness. "What did you see?" you gave him a smile.

"...My reflection?"

"I want you to meet the most stupid and yet most caring person ever-"

'I'm not stupid' he whispered under his breath.

see, he didn't get where you were going with this.

"-and the person who I'm in love with."

wHAT???

the thoughts running through his mind were:

'YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME THE WHOLE TIME?'

'WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!!!'

'OH I GUESS YOU ARE NOW!'

He lifts you up from your feet and spins you around. "So it was me all along? It was me?" he asks as he puts you down but his arms were still around your waist.

"It's you. It's always been you." you place your hand on his face. He was so excited, so happy, so damn happy that it was him all along. He kisses the palm of your hand that was on his face, and he continued to smother you with kisses right after.

then he carried you bridal-style.

when you asked him where you were both going

he whispered

"It's a secret."

he ran so fast to anywhere private

so...you know.

the night's long!

Kaeya

okay so Kaeya asked if you wanted to know

but he also didn't know where he was going with this.

you both were just vibing out in Mondstadt,

so how did it come to this

sheeesh how was he gonna confess to you.

it was other people confessing to him

they would always bring flowers and he had no flowers

he had nothing so...uhh

and then you answered his question and

he was panicking more.

"Sure," you stretch you arms. "What would it be like if I was in love with you," you look over to him and how devilish the moon was, because with it, the moonlight made you looked so divine. "-Sir Kaeya?" you playfully tease him. Damn, he should have been using the spare time to think of what to say but he was too busy admiring you.

He pulls your waist closer to him and whispers to your ear "This is what would it be like if you were in love with me."

You gulp at his sudden actions, and whispering in your ear was foul play. He sees how red you were getting and he used this to his advantage. He whispers "I would be holding you so tenderly that you would forget about the person who you were in love with. You would remember only me being in your heart." you could feel the heat of his breath.

on the outside, he looked fine

but sheeesh, he was sweating a bit here.

he just now had you in his grasp but you already had feelings for someone

but he wished he didn't had to let go.

how he was eyeing your lips the whole time you were this close to him.

"Y/N, Don't you want this every day?" he whispers again and he emphasizes this "Don't you want this with me?" and when you looked over to him, his eyes showed so much pain. So you brush the hair that was falling to his face and give him a kiss.

When you pull away from his lips, he doesn't want to break away from you. So he deepens the kiss and you pat his shoulder for a break to breathe. "Why'd you kiss me? I thought that you were in love with someone?" he ask as you try to catch your breath.

"Can't you get it already?" you cover your face with your hands. "I'm in love with you! How is that so hard to understand?"

oh

OH

'SO THATS WHY YOU KISSED ME'

ohhh

'so you're in love with me'

"Y/N, look at me." he cups your cheeks on his palms and kisses your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and then your lips. "So this is love, huh?" he smiles.

"You better do the things you were saying."

"Oh Y/N, I'll do them way better."

and then you give a peck on his cheek.

and then he whispers something to your ear

and you nod shyly

it involved something

between you two and a room.

Albedo

so after he said "With-"

he stopped talking and just stared at you.

making you blush, just a bit.

you sit back on the chair he had laid out for you and you crossed your arms.

He turned his back to you and he felt his chest thumping

it was thumping really like hard, so he cleared his throat when he went back to you.

you were still watching him, very closely.

you asked him if he was okay and he said

"yes, im fine"

but he was red like he had a fever

you run up to him and check on his temperature but he seemed fine.

so he asks you a question with you so close.

"Y/N, tell me. Who's this person you were in love with?"

"Oh, them? Hm, why? You jealous?" you smirk a bit.

"Jealousy? Is that it?" he locks eyes with you. His calm and clear eyes don't ever leave your gaze. You turn your back and tell him "I don't know what you mean but-" then he grabs your wrist to stop you from going back to your seat.

"Y/N, isn't jealousy linked to love?"

goodness, if the cold won't kill you, it would be Albedo's straightforwardness.

His hand falls from your wrist and to your hand. He kisses your knuckles and asks you "Is this love, Y/N?"

You cover your face with your remaining hand and ask him where he learned that action. He tells you that "I read a storybook to Klee about it." unfazed and not flustered at all. He hands you a drink and tells you to taste it but just before you can, he takes the beaker back and drinks it himself. When you asked about it he said that it was a love potion, that he just ingested.

"Y/N, if I told you that I was in love with you. Would you give me a chance? I'm no knight nor famous businessman, but would you... look at my direction?" again he was unfazed and not flustered one bit.

it was a lie, this guy was breaking on the inside.

his heart was thumping real loud that he was scared it might genuinely explode

You go up to the table and drink the last remains of the love potion and reply to him "You dumb alchemist, I'm in love with you!"

sheeesh

that love potion was working its magic.

You grab a nearby paper to cover how red you looked and Albedo walked towards you. He gave you a kiss with the paper separating your lips. You lost the grip of the paper and it was falling down, exactly how you were falling more for him. You wrap your arms around his neck and you gave him a kiss. "You're not that sharp for an alchemist, you know." you trace his lips with your thumb. "Then I guess, you'll have to teach a student like me." he kisses your thumb and then again to your lips. He whispers again to you that it was never a love potion, just a normal drink.

Dragonspine is cold

good thing that

you guys had each other

for you know...

body heat :))

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

——————————

“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

———————————

Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

——————————

Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

——————————

Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

[robinhobiii]

Teddy Bear

Jungkook Fluff

Just assurance for jungoo

He finally came home from practice. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. He felt like he was on the brink of death with how busy he was. But it didn’t matter since he would cuddle his cute little teddy bear, y/n, his girlfriend of almost 2 years.

He was glad to have her in his chaotic life. It seems as though life slowed down with her and he’s able to catch his breath after those long days and nights. Above all that, she was someone that saw him just a Jeon Jeongguk and not Jungkook of BTS.

Jungkook finally reach his apartment door and unlocked it. He then heard soft hums from the kitchen. A smile immediately appeared on his face. He walked towards the kitchen and sees Y/n adding the finishing touches the steak.

He slowly snuck up on her and hugged her from behind. She flinched slightly not expecting anyone.

“Yah, why do you always do that.” She whined.

“Sorry, it’s cute”

“Yea scaring me must bring you so much joy huh?”

“No, I like how you relax back when you realize it’s me”

She finally turned around to face him and leaned up for a kiss. Jungkook pressed a little harder hoping for more. She quickly pulled away and said “g-go take a shower, you stink.”

“We’ve done worse when I was sweatier.”

Her face immediately turned pink and hot as she tried leave his grip. Jungkook laughed and tried pulling her back in.

“I’m kidding babe, but I’ll shower only if you join.”

“I guess you’ll sleep on the couch if you don’t shower”

His eyes widened and he quickly took off his shirt and made his way to the bathroom.

“Fine you got me.” He yelled from the bathroom.

She snickered quietly as she was plating the table.

. . .

Jungkook came out refreshed. The long shower help loosen up the tensed muscles. He was soon sat at the table waiting for Y/n to bring him the dinner.

She set both plates down and they both dug in.

“Babe, you know I haven’t cooked in a while, how ‘bout I make dinner tomorrow.” Jungkook said with his mouth full.

She grimaced as she remembered him making a total mess when he was preparing for the one year anniversary dinner.

“How about you help me instead of being head chef?”

“You’re still on about that. Babe, I swear I’ve gotten better, haven’t you seen me on In the Soop?!”

“I did but this is my kitchen so my rules.”

He pouts as he continued to stuff his face.

“Fine”

. . .

As the both cuddled again each on the sofa watching some horrible romcom, Jungkook felt underlying guilt bubbling in him. He watched her sweet smile light up during the sappy scenes and he can’t help but think, he’s not doing enough for her. He’s always busy, always on the road, always tried. She’s not receiving what a girlfriend deserve.

“Y/n-ah, I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“I’m sorry we don’t spend time together. I know it must be hard watching all these couples going on all these fun dates and what not. I can’t give you want you want.”

“Babe, I know that we haven’t been able to spend enough time with each these past few months but that doesn’t mean you don’t spend it at all. We still spend time together whether on the phone on those late night calls or together like now. It won’t matter because i know at the end of the day, you’ll come and unwind with me. We problem solve for each other because loving someone is understanding them. This is how our love grows strong.”

That brought tears to his eyes

“Are you crying kook?”

“No. . . My eyes are just sweaty.”

She chuckled as she wiped them away.

“I love you, kook.”

“I love you more, y/nnie”

“So does that mean you’ll let me cook tomorrow?” Jungkook questioned.

“Don’t push your luck, kook.”

[imherebabycakes]

SHEABUTTABABY🍯🍫 pt3

donnie\femreader tmntbayverse 14/16 the guys are 20+

*i do not own anything tmnt*

i didn’t proof read a damn thing😂(sorry)

my oc’s name is Blaze,Neptune Marie

24

military veteran

a black woman from the south side of washington dc

she’s 5’5

has light grey eyes

black wavy hair *bra length*

lets just say she’s the type of woman you’d see in king magazine. she fire 🔥

loves trap, the 90’s hip hop r&b as well as Jamaican country

chill & laid back, can twerk also

……………

so there we stood, the purple masked terrapin & myself , blushing at one another looking dumb as hell

ehemm…..are you to okay? raph say’s staring at me & his brother with a sly grin on his face.

umm yea…..yea im straight, i say almost instantly snapping out of a trance, and perking up as if i wasn’t just imagining donnie kissing me all over.

donnie! you good? mikey asks

oh yea mikey im…uh never better donnie answered. obviously lying through his gap teeth.

i peep the scene and its hella awkward and stuffy even if being outside.

well guys, umm it was nice to meet y’all but i better get home,im jhi tired…

jhi? what does that mean? mikey asks with a slight giggle.

well in dc its slang & we use it to emphasize a few things but in this case it just took the place of the word really.

ohhhh wow thats so cool, i love dc slang its different

im glad you do mikey,

but guys i do have to get gone. i got work in the morning unfortunately. as i got my stuff in the car i pop back out an ask , umm do you guys wanna link up again or is this just a one time thing?

well idk, will you tell people of our existence? asked leo hoping right in face , a little to close but i guess this was his attempt at coming off threatening . which wasn’t working at all

i chuckle to myself as i slide a little to the left to get some space between us,

“nah man i wont tell a soul” thats my word.

he looks me over and huffs “yea well see”,

almost immediately they ascend back to the roof tops disappearing into the night. 

see later sexy chocolate!!! mikey yelled

shut up mikey !! the rest

them yell in unison.

………….time jump…..2weeks later

it was now friday 5:30pm finally free from the plantation i call work. while walking to my car i thought about a few things, like i loved my job as an SPO, working at Children’s hospital  but my real passion is fashion design and today my sergeant caught me drawing a few sketches while on duty and grilled me for it.

she can kiss my black ass and i mean it , i cant stand that old bitch it wasn’t even that serious to be honest .

walking out of the elevator and into garage towards my car all i could think about were those four unique brothers out of my head, Especially the tall one in purple.

now that i think about it i didn’t even get his number, shit i been out the game for a while , but its cool i’ll see them again one of these days….. right?

i sigh and push all those thoughts to the back of my mind. i threw my sketch books and gear in the car and drove off.

about 25 minutes later i sluggishly enter my cold apartment kick my shoes off,lock the door then proceed to my bedroom. i plopped down my lush king sized bed, looking at the ceiling lost in my thoughts of the full day i had and the next thing i knew i fell asleep.

i woke up around 10pm realizing i had fell asleep in my clothes, i reluctantly made my way to the bathroom where i ran the shower to get it nice and hot to my liking, while stepping in the air/steam relaxed me even more, damn this feels good, i needed this….

donnie pov

its been almost 2 1/2 weeks since we’ve seen blaze.

patrols have been the usual not alot of foot clan activity a few attempted muggings but nothing has really changed.

but i noticed that i couldn’t concentrate on any of my work since i seen that Beautiful woman.

i couldn’t get her out of my head, i mean i’ve been with other women before, yea they were mostly in the police department but still. hell i’ve even had a girlfriend once upon a time.

it was something special about blaze, and i honestly think its because she a black woman.

to be honest i i’ve always been with a white woman or latin or asian and i don’t know much about black women or culture for that matter outside of rap & r&b music that i listen to.

or what the media sometimes portrays but im not one to judge and everything is not what it seems so i don’t stereotype people. i mean i wouldn’t have room to judge anyways im a mutant turtle for crying out loud. i sigh slumping in my chair, i don’t know what to do.

you should go see her bro,im sure she’d be happy to see you again, she seems cool even though i didn’t think you’d go for her type say’s mikey

umm……mikey first off how long have you been standing there listening to me? and secondly whats my type?

long enough to know you got the hots for blaze…..look bro she likes you man.

i saw the way y’all looked at each other. she fine as hell but you know usually go for white skinny girls like april.

you know the runway “model type”. & blaze is the opposite she’s got body oddy oddy for days he said laughing.

you cant handle all that wagon she’s draggin ,but you better get on that and wife her up before i do… he says slyly.

oh please mikey she doesn’t want you , your to immature for a woman like that and plus her having a curvy body doesn’t matter to me in fact that’s actually what i like about her

yea ok Donnie, im not the one who needs convincing , you’ve fucked only skinny white, latin,or asian woman only . you sure blaze isn’t just some fetish for you bro?

what!! of course not mikey i’ve only fucked those other women because thats all thats around us, people usually date who’s in close proximity to them you idiot. if more curvier women lived around here black woman included then maybe i would date them.

umm bro sorry to burst your bubble big bro but the thing is, black woman mostly definitely are around, and there’s alot that work in the police department to . open your eyes dude and admit you have a type he says laughing and walking away

damn he got me stumped… i…i guess i do, well did have a type but obviously not anymore. i gotta see Blaze again.

turning to my computers i figure its time for some hacking and background checking.

(blazes pov)

…..

after that lovely shower and hot meal, i decided to sit on my balcony with some wine to look out onto the city. as im sitting there, i think about my life and whats ahead,like how i love fashion and design, and my dream is to be big time designer. but how will i get there.

just as I’m pouring another cup of wine my phone starts vibrate uncontrollably then all of a sudden a greenish hologram of green bean Donatello pops up

“hey there, its ummm Donatello you know the turtle guy!?….anyways umm well i hope im not interrupting anything. i’m a bit of a computer whiz & nerd hence me hacking in your phone .  I just wanted to say that you seem cool and I would like to meet up again sometime if that’s OK with you?

that’ll be great donnie i don…..

THIS IS A RECORDED MESSAGE !

HIT 1 FOR YES OR 2 FOR NO!

THIS IS A RECORDED MESSAGE !

HIT 1 FOR YES OR 2 FOR NO!

all right all right!. sheesh give me a second , feeling a bit stupid because i thought it was a live conversation . (hits 1) “you’ve chosen number 1, please stand by for follow up text.” then like turning off a tv the hologram of him shut off

!Bing Bing Ding!

damn that was fast as shit donnie, you really wanna see my sexy ass huh i joke. i open my phone and the text read

hey blaze this is donnie again, im glad you said yes, if you can, please meet me at the same spot where we met at 7:30 pm 2 blocks away from the double take on saturday. well im looking forward to seeing you😂😅

i chuckle to myself at the thought of he’s such a nerd, but a fine ass one, and i’ve honestly been thinking about this for weeks now. not knowing what he wants to meet up for specifically i don’t know what to put on. I want to look good but I also don’t wanna overdo it. aw who am i kidding i look good naked, he’ll like me in whatever. plopping on my bed i drift off to sleep with the wonders of whats to come tomorrow.

mmmmm…. donnie!

(Donnie pov)

yes yes and hell yes!!! i screaming and squealing while fist pumping in my lab chair,

whoa i say getting overwhelmed i have a date, well not a date date. but we’re meeting up! got damnit its a date thats unofficially officially a date! 

omg omg omg this is amazing…

wheeeew,wheeeeeeew….calm down donnie this is not your first date, relax buddy i say to myself. its honestly not my first date but with a girl like her it might as well be. I wonder what we will have to talk about she’s so much different than girls ive dated before, down to her her body ,skin tone ,her lingo and where she’s from. sitting down on my bed, i sigh and lay back with only one thing on my mind, in the words of Tpain

IM SPRUNG!!!!

…time jump 3pm next day…..

( blaze pov)

I don’t know why I’m so nervous this man has me sweating like a hooker in church, not wanting to do too much I just do what drake said. put my hair tied up and chill with no make up on. and if he really fucks with me like he says then he’ll see that I’m beautiful naturally. but in the meantime all this planning gotcha girl hungry I think a quick meal will suffice nothing too heavy though, probably like a BLT with some chips because i don’t want the bubble guts on the first meet up.

time jump 7:28pm saturday night

(donnie pov)

hopping on the roof, i stare at the city below me, i got here with 3 minutes to spare. blaze should be here any minute now. well i might as well sit and wait and sing.

(start singing his version of ushers “nice N slow” )

its seven o clock on the dot im on the root top, looking at the city,….i’ve got a real pretty pretty black queen that im waiting to see, when she pulls up, ill be anticipating, her good looks, damn she’s amazing, i got plans to my hands on her waist,looking up to see if she’s really feeling me!! let me take you to the park where its quiet, there ain’t no one there to attack us, i can feel the rush, cuz i just wanna get to know you more…… blaze tell me what you wanna do

(blaze pov)

pulling up to the same spot i almost got robbed at made me uneasy, but since donnie was meeting me here i knew i was okay. i do one last look in my rearview mirror to look at my hair and face. and like i said earlier, I kept it chill and i put on my favorite black juicy sweatsuit & my black & white Jordan 12’s and my hair was in a messy bun. and i couldn’t forget my mouskatool. getting out the car i start to text donnie to let him know im here, when i hear singing and beautiful singing at that, i slightly walk into the alley where i hear the melody an look up to see my green bean singing what sounded like ushers nice and slow song

i didn’t want to startle him so i let him continue, & what i heard next made a shiver go down my spine, not only could he sing well but if im not mistaken he’s singing about… well me!! at least i hope he is. unless its about another black queen. not wanting to waste any more time I shoot him a text.

you sound amazing!….and am i a queen to you? 

(donnie pov)

hearing my phone go off I figure blaze is on her way but to my horror i see,

 **you sound amazing!….and am i a queen to you?**

which means not only was she here but she’s been here and not only has she been here she heard me singing and not just singing but singing about her. naturally my heart went to my ass and i felt my stomach tighten immediately. im so embarrassed. then i hear blaze say

**YO Rapunzel let down your hair! she says laughing. c’mon down here song bird or should i come up there?**

ummmm no ill come and get you give me a sec. i flip down and see blaze staring at me smiling at me with those beautiful grey eyes and she has cute button nose. wait when did she get a nose piercing? has that always been there?. man does she look stunning , i mean she’s effortlessly beautiful, her hair was in a messy bun and she had a simple but cute track suit on that hugged that body of her’s sheesh. baby got baaayyyack . snapping out of it i realize she’s leaning in for a hug, OH SHIT HUG HER YOU IDIOT*

hugging donnie i say, damn i didn’t know you had pipes like that green bean, you sound amazing. you remind me of a 90’s r&b singer,i love that. noticing he’s in a daze i snapped twice in his face, hello earth to Donnie are you there? “oh my bad blaze, sorry i got distracted. can you repeat what y said please?

shaking my head laughing i repeat myself. donnie i said your singing is amazing man. and what did you get distracted from that fast?

honestly blaze….. well..i got distracted by…umm… y-your beau…hmp…. I GOT DISTRACTED BY HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE!!

going wide eyed by his raised voice and words , i just give a sly smile and say. like wise