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gentlyweeps-world · 2 months
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the chase
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summary: Lando hates the chase but you love it.
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
warnings: brief (none at all) mentions of alcohol
notes: another lando fic, I’ll be working on the next part of my sarge series (it will be a small filler part)
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
Lando was used to being sought after- not having to chase after the person he wanted.
He was like that until he met you- a mutual friend of Pietra’s, and he was down bad.
He didn’t realize this until he was quite literally following you like a puppy dog around a club he was asked to be the DJ at for the night.
Lando approaches you again, trying to avoid bumping into anyone as he tries to cross the crowded dance floor.
He notices you immediately though, and his eyes seem to light up with excitement. He walks over to you and smiles brightly.
"Y/n! Hi!" He shouts over the loud music.
“Oh! Hey! Hi Lando!” You say with a smile, moving over towards him with your choice of drink in hand. “Sorry I wondered off before!”
Lando laughs, shaking his head.
"Nah, that's alright - it's a mad club after all. Can't expect us not to get separated in it."
He leans in a bit closer, leaning over the dance floor to get close enough to hear you properly.
"But I'm glad I found you again, you look really great," He says, giving you a quick wink.
“Thanks!” You say with a smile, moving just a bit closer to him you reach up and rest your hand on his bicep.
“Actually…I saw one of my friends earlier, I’m gonna go try and find her!” You say giving him a small smirk as you squeeze his bicep and walk away.
Lando laughs slightly as you squeeze his bicep, giving him a little shiver of excitement.
He can't help but watch you, admiring the sight of you as you walk away.
Lando shakes his head after a moment, trying to clear his mind, and continues to move through the crowd, back to the DJ booth.
Throughout the next hour you and Lando are continuously making eye contact with shy smiles.
Lando tries to keep the eye contact for as long as possible - he finds the small smile you're giving him cute.
There's not much he can do from the DJ booth, so he just continues to look at you occasionally, watching you as you dance and have fun with your friends.
At some point Lando had snuck down to find you, which you weren’t aware since you were on the dance floor.
You felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you towards them, “Hey..! Oh Lando..”
"Hey, did you...miss me?" Lando asks you with a grin, his eyes shining brightly in the low lighting.
He takes your hand in his and smiles, pulling you closer to his chest, where he can better hear your voice over the beat of the music.
“I think you missed me if anything..” You reply with a smile.
"Hmm, maybe I did..." Lando laughs, looking around the crowded room. "Let's get out of here, shall we? Somewhere quieter so we can actually talk?"
“I don’t know..I actually quite fancy this atmosphere..” You say with a smirk pulling away from Lando.
Lando rolls his eyes, smiling, and pulls you back towards him.
"What, you wanna spend the rest of the night on this dance floor? Because I promise, there's a better place to spend it."
“Yeah? And where would that be?” You say smiling at Lando.
"How about - my apartment?" Lando suggests cheekily, leaning forward slightly as he stares down at you.
"Think you'd enjoy that?"
“No..I don’t think I would” You respond with a smirk.
Lando laughs, a sly smile stretching across his face as he keeps his eyes on you.
"Sure about that?" He asks, getting a little closer; you can feel his breath on your neck.
“Yeah..I’m sure” You say softly, smirking up at him.
"Hmm, is that so?" Lando whispers, trailing his fingers up and down your arms, sending shivers throughout your body.
He steps closer to you so that he can hear you a little better, keeping his voice low.
"You sure you aren’t a little tempted?"
“Yes Im sure Lando..” You say with a giggle.
Lando laughs once again, clearly amused by your attempt at rejecting him. But he doesn't let this stop him from continuing to get closer to you.
"Reallyyy?" He asks teasingly, sliding his hands down your arms until they reach your waist.
“Yes really..” You respond with a smile, but think time you don’t pull away from him.
Lando laughs again at your response, keeping hold of your waist with one hand as he leans into you. His breath is warm against your neck as he speaks quietly.
"I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure you might have a little bit of interest in me after all."
“Maybe just a tiny bit…” You whisper out with a smile, eyes twinkling as you look at him.
Lando laughs as you admit to having a tiny bit of interest in him, before leaning even closer to you. His breath tickles against your skin, sending shivers down your body.
"I bet it's a lot more than 'just a tiny bit'..." He whispers in your ear, his voice low and husky.
“But why would I admit that..?” You say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Lando laughs quietly, his body pressing against yours as he wraps his arms tightly around you, one hand resting on your hip; the other is resting underneath your chin, holding your face so he can look into your eyes.
"Because...I think you want me to know."
“Maybe..” You say, eyes shifting from his down to his lips.
Lando smiles at that, looking at your lips as he begins to lean forward towards them.
But before your lips could meet you press your finger to his lips, stopping him.
“At least take me out first Norris” You say with a grin.
Lando laughs at your response, his mouth curling up into a smug grin.
"Alright... you got me Y/n." He replies, leaning back and letting go of you, looking at you with an amused expression.
"So... when do you want me to take you out?"
“Tomorrow sounds good..” You say with a smile.
Lando nods, his eyes brightening with excitement at the thought of taking you out.
"Tomorrow it is... I'll pick you up at 7:30?" He asks looking at you.
“Sounds perfect”
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ifimdreaming · 2 months
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can i take you home?
luke hughes x reader || angst, fluff
request: “i like the idea of her best friend going to michigan/dating a former teammate of lukes so thats how luke and reader meet! i love angst and given that its lukes rookie year/she goes to college in another state, maybe they could be friends w benefits but both have strong feelings.”
author's note: i thought this request was so so cute so i kind of took it and ran. also kinda influenced by i miss you, im sorry by gracie abrams. this is also super long but i hope the ending is worth it. let me know if i should do more parts of this!
word count: 5.0k
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Waking up to the sound of your best friend pounding on the guest bedroom door at 7am was not exactly the best way to start your day. But since you are staying the weekend in her student house that she shares with 5 other people, there are definitely unluckier ways you could have been awoken. 
“Morning sleepy head!!! I'm so happy you're up!” your best friend Emma almost shouts as she barges in the room, after you very reluctantly told her she could come in. She immediately begins opening the curtains, and rummaging through her closet to find her outfit for the day.
In her haste she almost spills the two cups of coffee she had brought up from the kitchen as she sets them on the dresser beside the bed, her mug being almost completely empty anyway. You can tell by her enthusiasm and caffeine intake that she has been up for quite a long time before deciding to wake you up. 
You groggily roll over and face away from the wide open curtains, not ready to face the day yet and really disappointed in yourself for choosing to drive up so late last night in the first place.
Of course you were happy to be able to visit your best friend, the two of you going to different schools making it incredibly hard to spend much time together anymore. But being back here brought back so many memories of the last time you visited. Both good and bad. And to be honest, all you could think about was him. From the very moment Emma invited you, he has been on your mind nonstop. 
The way he made you feel so utterly adored when he brought you back to his room, how he spoke to you so gently and quietly the one morning when you were hungover, the time he spilled and called you ‘his’ while you were in bed together, and how much it seemed like it would last forever. It was all coming back so strongly.
“So, what are the plans for the day Little Miss Sunshine?” you sit up, reluctantly speaking your first words of the day after clearing your throat. 
“Well! First I thought we'd go get bagels for breakfast from down the street, and then I think one of us may need a quick shower before we officially start our day…” Emma says with a hand on the side of her mouth, pretending to be saying a secret as she is side-eyeing you, and you just stare at her offendedly, “Aaand we are doing something tonight so maybe we should go shopping..” she says quickly and excitedly, clearly brushing past what exactly it is that we are doing tonight.
“Alright then.” you say as you check your phone for probably the 20th time in the 10 minutes you've been awake. And you can see Emma staring at you from the corner of your eye so you decide to throw your phone to the other side of the bed, getting up and ready to go. You knew she wasn't oblivious, but you did not want to acknowledge the look she was giving you right now, and honestly it did not seem necessary to bring anything up.
Besides, this weekend isn't even about him. Dylan's surprise birthday party is tomorrow and your best friend was so excited to be planning it with your help. She hadn't done anything this extravagant for her boyfriend before and she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.
Obviously the last thing you would want to do is ruin this weekend for her, and your stupid feelings and non-relationship are included in that.
-
The walk to the bagel shop seemed awkwardly long as you were both not acknowledging the fact that your mind is very very distracted. It wasn't intentional. But feelings and places have such strong connections and the fact that things felt so unresolved was not helping. Everywhere you are here reminds you of him.
“How's your bagel?” Emma speaks up, finally breaking the silence on your walk home, thankfully giving you an opportunity to get out of your thoughts.
“Oh it's good! Thanks! I was super hungry…” you say, trying to muster up a believable enough reason for why you've been so off today. 
You continue walking and shuffling your feet in silence and are about to return back to the house before Emma looks at you and sighs loudly.
So. Close. You are literally about to step onto the driveway of the house when she stops you. 
“Ok can we just talk about it please? Because there is no way we are going to get through this entire weekend just ignoring it.” she says, stepping in front of you and blocking any sort of way for you to get out of this conversation. 
“What are you talking about?” you say with a grumble and a sigh. Knowing she is going to get it out of you. Obviously she would.
“Luke.” Emma says deadpan, waiting for your response.
For some reason at this moment you wanted to cry just hearing his name. But you also wanted to yell. Your feelings were confusing and annoying and it upset you to even have to talk about it with someone, even though you knew you should.
“I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I can't stop thinking about him, and everything is so confusing.” you whisper-yell at her in frustration. 
It pained you to admit that you couldn't get him off your mind. You didn't realise how much you even liked him until having to admit that.
“He visited me during christmas… I mean, he did in the fall, but this time felt different.” You continue,  “We slept together again. Everything felt like it was going so well…And now nothing.” you admit to her and wipe your face with your sleeves, angry at the tears that have fallen from your eyes. 
“Has he called?” She asks warily.
“Once? Last week. It was short… but he sounded sad. He said he misses me. And he told me he really wanted to visit me. And I've texted him since then and no response.” you look down at your feet as you speak. It really shouldn't be this embarrassing to admit. It's not like you were in a relationship with him anyway.
“He's going to be here...tomorrow? I didn't know if you knew..” Emma says as she grabs your arm and slowly brings you close to her as you begin walking inside together and you nod your head in her direction.
You knew he would be here. Dylan is one of his best friends, obviously he isnt going to miss his 21st birthday. But with how things were currently going, it honestly made you wonder if Luke would even want you here. And what do his friends even know about you two? Has Luke said anything? So many questions are going through your head that it is almost making you dizzy.
-
The rest of the day is so much lighter after your earlier conversation. Emma is exponentially good at cheering people up, and maybe even to a fault, will always be on your side no matter what. But you appreciated it regardless.
You are currently finishing up putting on your makeup and getting ready to go out tonight, still very unaware of what the plan even is. But you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as Emma has picked out every aspect of your outfit tonight - down to the shoes, makeup, and jewellery.
Suddenly Emma gets a call from Dylan and runs into her bathroom to answer the phone, the music cutting out that was playing from her phone as she heads off, and silence filling the room.
You weren't intending to be eavesdropping, but you are able to hear muffled voices from the other side of the door and very hushed arguing that you couldn't quite make out. Making you curious as to what could possibly be going on tonight.
Emma saunters back into the room with hesitancy, her expression is scared and concerned at the same time as she is approaching you almost in slow-motion, saying nothing.
“What is it? Just spit it out.” you say, already knowing you are either about to hear the worst news of all time or the worst news of all time.
“Ok surprise! We're going out for sushi! Yay!” Emma says, obviously starting with the good news and you stay silent.
“And…Luke is coming out with us.” she continues, flinching at her own words as she plops herself on the bed across from you. You sit at her desk, makeup in hand, and cannot help but have an absolutely astonished look on your face. 
Nothing is able to even leave your mouth as her words run through your mind again and again.
“I am so SO sorry.” She starts. “One of the guys accidentally told Dylan that Luke is in town and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for tomorrow, so I told Dylan that Luke and I were trying to surprise him tonight for dinner. I didn't know what else to say. It was literally the first thing that came to my mind. I'm so sorry.” she continues, worried she has done irreparable damage on your friendship.
“You can kill me now.” Emma blurts out defeatedly, wanting to keep the surprise for tomorrow and not wanting all her efforts to be ruined the day before the party.
Obviously you love that girl, but very much did want to kill her in this moment.
“Does Luke know I'm going to be there?” you ask, brushing past everything else she has said.
“Dylan said he would tell him, yeah, but if you don't want to come please don't feel like you have to.” she says with a small smile, hoping you have some-what forgiven her.
“No, I'll still come.” you say quietly but matter-of-factly.
If Luke knew you were coming, it would be weird if you decided to stay home now because of it, and besides, what would you do here alone? Thinking of what he would be doing and wishing you could read his mind is all you can think of.
“OH? This is good! Ok! Dylan said he is picking us up in 20 minutes!” Emma states, suddenly very excitedly, hoping it will cheer you up to see that she is excited. And as you continue getting ready, nervous energy and anticipation fill your body.
Dylan shows up right on time, unfortunately for you, not giving you any extra time to sit and wallow in your feelings.
It was inevitable that you would be seeing Luke this weekend, but this quickly and under these conditions was not exactly ideal. You were hoping to at least be able to have a one-on-one conversation with him before being thrown into random get togethers where things have no chance but to be awkward.
The drive to dinner is surprisingly happy. Dylan seems so excited to be seeing his best friend again. He can't stop talking about the last time they saw each other and how long it has been. And Emma's laughter and giddy energy is helping you calm down and distract you just a little bit.
“The reservation is for 7pm so we might have to wait in the car for a few minutes.” Emma says, checking her phone as Dylan pulls up to the restaurant a bit early. 
The dim lighting and intimate booths look extremely inviting as you peer inside the windows of the restaurant from the parking lot. You can't help but get distracted by watching people inside as Emma and Dylan talk from the front seats of the car and are cutely chatting to each other quietly.
“There's my boy!” Dylan yells out as he jumps out of the driver's seat, running up to give Luke a hug across the parking lot.
“Ready?” Emma looks back and asks you, reassuringly placing her hand on your knee and rubbing her thumb up and down a few times.
“Guess so…” you say with a fake smile as you grab your purse from beside you, and as you are about to leave the car, you see a tall figure standing right outside your door.
Only a little bit startled, you look up to see Luke as he opens your door for you and greets you with a tired smile. He is dressed nicely in black pants and a cream cable knit sweater, his hair curly and tousled up like always. 
As you step out of the car he brings you into a tight hug, like he just couldn't wait to hold you again.
“I missed you…” Luke whispers so quietly into your ear that you almost couldn't hear him. He swiftly leaves a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he brings his hands just a bit lower down your back, “I’m sorry” he says quietly as he releases you.
As much as you want to reciprocate, you are so caught off guard by his words that you just stare up at him without a word.
“Alright let's go! I'm so hungry!” Dylan says, unaware of the tension, as he pats Luke's back and wraps an arm around him, walking in front of you and Emma and into the restaurant. 
Emma is glancing at you as you walk together, waiting to hear from you what Luke said, but you decide to ignore it with a shrug and she looks away. 
-
Dinner is filled with laughter and catching up with one another. Surprisingly it wasn't even half as awkward as you built it up to be. Dylan chatting away with Luke as you and Emma giggle across from each other about all the drama at your respective schools. 
Having a couple of drinks throughout the night was definitely helping, but regardless of that, you felt good. Really good.
“Luke, how's the love life going for you? You got a girl in Jersey?” Dylan asks with a laugh as Emma had just bragged about her and Dylan going on 2 years of being together.
She shoots you a regretful look as she hits Dylan's side with her elbow, not as discreetly as she probably wanted to, and your face turns bright red.
Luke looks down at his lap and shakes his head with a chuckle, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.
“No man, no girl in jersey.” Luke says lightly as he takes a drink of his beer before the two of you make eye contact and he glances down to your fidgety hands that are in your lap. 
“My bad, my bad…” Dylan says with a laugh as he clears his throat and starts back to finishing the food on his plate, Emma quietly shushing her clueless boyfriend beside her.
Your nervous hands continue to pick at your cuticles and you look over to see Luke inching his hand closer beside yours on the booth bench. Looking up from your lap, you see him glancing back at you as he waits for your reaction before discreetly taking your hand in his under the table.
The feeling of his hand in yours is so comforting and familiar and immediately eases your anxiousness. But you still feel so conflicted.
Luke always knew how to comfort you and distract you from your thoughts when they were out of control. Especially during busy school semesters and many nights spent together with him keeping you company while you anxiously wrote papers and prepped for exams. 
He seemed to be there for you when it felt like you had no one else. At least that's how it used to feel. Now things feel so complicated. Not knowing the status of your relationship surprisingly taking a much larger toll on your ability to act like friends than you would have ever thought.
“So! I've got the bill tonight guys. Happy birthday Dyl!” Emma blurts out as the waiter approaches the table, she leans over to give her boyfriend a loving kiss, comfortably filling the awkward silence that had just taken over the table not long before.
“Thank you baby! And hey! thanks guys for coming out tonight too.” Dylan smiles at the both of you as he lifts up his glass for a toast. You all clink your glasses, wishing him happy birthdays that follow big swigs of your almost empty alcoholic beverages.
Walking out of the restaurant, your mind fills with running thoughts. You wish you had spoken to Luke more tonight but it was hard to not make anything obvious. He seemed good, but still weirdly sad and you wanted to talk to him about it so badly. You wanted to talk to him about everything.
As you near Dylan's car you feel Luke's hand brush against yours and lightly hold your wrist, turning you around to face him.
“Can I take you home?” Luke shyly asks you as you all stand in the parking lot together. You mutter a “sure” under your breath with a nod, and he looks to Dylan and Emma for confirmation, both of them nodding in agreement before bringing you into tight hugs and saying goodbyes.
“Tell me everything that happens girly.” Emma runs back over to you and whispers into your ear as she hugs you goodbye once more, and all you can do is let out a small laugh in response to her teenage-esque behaviour.
-
After Dylan and Emma drive away, the short walk over to Luke’s car suddenly seems agonisingly long and your heart is racing in anticipation. Over anything else that happens tonight, you really wanted clarity. But of course, thoughts of the worst possible outcome ever sneak their way into your mind.
Luke opens the passenger side door for you and you climb into his car before he gently closes the door and walks to the other side. As he gets in, he begins to start the car before he looks over to you and pauses, the quiet becoming almost painful. 
You didn't know what to say, and you didn't want to say the wrong thing. So, waiting for him to break the silence seemed to be your best bet.
“I know I should have thought of something to say…” He starts, and shuffles in his seat, slightly bending his right leg so he is facing you a little more.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stopped responding to you.” Luke continues, and you almost want to roll your eyes at his apology. It was so hard to be understanding when this felt like such a preventable situation on his part.
But you knew Luke. You knew when he was scared he got distant. You knew he was pulling back from you. You just didnt know why.
“Things have been so…weird…lately, and I just…I know I fucked up.” He confesses.
You didn't want to be reading between the lines anymore. You just wanted him to be honest with you about what he wants, and it frustrated you that he was being so vague.
“Luke, what do you want? Like, from me?” you ask innocently, but squint your eyes closed tightly as the words coming out of your mouth sound completely different from what you intended.
“Like, you told me we were friends. And obviously I was ok with that. But when you would visit me, we’d sleep together. And when you left it was like. I don't know…” you look down and pick at your fingers as you speak, looking up at him feeling like an almost impossible task.
“You told me you wanted to be friends.” Luke states, and gently grabs your hand. He holds it in his to stop you from destroying your fingers as you speak, which causes you to look up at him, thanking him silently, as he waits on your response.
“I said that because I knew how hard it would be for us to be so far away from each other.” you say strongly, feeling the sudden need to defend yourself.
“You know how important school is to me, and I know how important your career is to you. I don't want to distract you from what's important to you. I don't want to be the one that gets in the way of things, or be the reason why you're not as focused as you could be…as much as I want to be-” you begin to confess, but are quickly cut off.
“It's kinda too late for that…” Luke says with a chuckle as he tilts his head back against the headrest of his seat and looks out the front window, frustration still evidently seen on his face.
“What do you mean??” you ask, hoping he will elaborate a little more than he has been so far.
“You already distract me. I can't stop thinking about you. And it's obvious. In my game and everything too. Even Jack has noticed and he keeps asking me about you and I don't even know what to say. I can't shut him up. Cuz how am I supposed to tell him how I feel when I can't even tell you? Its actually really fuckin annoying.” he laughs as he explains, still looking ahead out the window instead of at you. 
Luke has always sought to use humour and jokes in difficult situations, especially when it comes to his own feelings. He's clearly frustrated at himself and it hurts you to see him having such a hard time expressing himself.
“So why have you been so distant lately?! I’ve been really worried about you.” you say, suddenly feeling more confident in confronting him as he opens up to you.
“Cuz im scared im gonna fuck things up even more than I already have…” he says honestly as he turns his head to look at you again.
“I knew I should've said something from the moment we slept together the first time. I feel like I fucked up by keeping my mouth shut. It's been ruining my life to not just be honest with you.” he adds with a growl deep in his voice, anger at himself seeping through his words.
As he continues, you can't help but feel entranced by him in his current state, and suddenly you are very aware of how late at night it is becoming. 
“It's my fault...” Luke says, and you desperately try to focus on his words and not his body. 
But you can't help but think about how good his hands would feel on your body and how badly you want him to kiss you right here and now. You didn't care that you were still in the parking lot of a sushi restaurant. You didn't care that things were still so confusing and that this probably wasn't exactly the most ideal time to be feeling this way. You just felt like you needed him so badly.
“I've been treating you like shit lately. Regardless of us sleeping together, that should not change how I treat you. I've been a shitty friend to you, and I'm really really sorry.” he continues, and you are brought out of your trance. 
His words hit you so hard. You both unknowingly made this relationship so complicated and weren't even aware of it. You knew Luke was not perfect, but for some reason you expected him to be able to read your mind, and vice versa. Even after being the one to say you should stay friends, you were silently upset that nothing was happening in the way you wanted.
“Luke, it's ok. Both of us have not been entirely honest with each other lately and it's made everything so… fucked up. We’re just… in a weird spot.” you say, hoping your words make any sense considering you zoned out for half of his apology.
“Can I just say that I want to be able to fix this?” Luke says as he places his hand on your thigh, his fingers mindlessly getting higher and higher as he rubs slowly back and forth. Trying his best to soothe you and unknowingly turning you on even more.
“It isn't just on you to fix.” you say as you place your hand softly over his, stopping his movement on your leg as to not let it overly distract you.
“Yes it is. I let you down. I fucked up by being so fucking…distant. I should've been more clear about what I want…that I want you..” Luke admits, giving into what he has wanted to say from the moment you got into the car together.
His eyes are fixed on yours and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Hearing him so confidently confess how he is feeling after so long is such a relief. It makes you want to just tell him you love him right here and now.
“I know things are complicated…but, I really don't want to not have you in my life…” Luke adds as tears begin to well in his eyes, catching you both off guard.
“Oh Lukey.” you whisper as you hold his face in your hands, your heart melting at the sight of him. 
Luke places his hands on your wrists, pulling them away from his face as he finally leans into you. 
His lips hit yours with an intensity that you have never felt before from him. His hands move away from yours, and to the base of your neck, gently pulling you closer into him as he deepens the kiss. 
Your eyes are glued shut as you are entranced by his lips finally being connected with yours as his tongue dances around in your mouth. 
Needing to have your hands on him, you reach up to brush his face with your thumbs and then begin gently tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, causing him to lustfully groan deep into your mouth. Your mind is filled with excitement and intensity as the moment grows in mutual desire.
“I needed you baby.” You say rushedly, disconnecting with him for only a moment.
Luke smiles against your lips as you connect again, and he places his left hand on your hip, massaging his fingers into your side. You lift yourself lightly onto the centre-console, desperate to be as close to him as you can get, and he lowers his hand just below your ass to help support you.
Although being in the close quarters of Luke's car while having such a monumental conversation about your relationship was not quite ideal, you were so thankful for it at this moment.
“I needed you too.” Luke says after coming up for air, and you just stare at him with a dizzy smile, your head reeling with arousal.
He pecks your lips a few times before lowering his head to your collarbone, gently kissing your neck and leaving red marks where he most definitely has before.
Your giggles fill the car as he continues expeditiously exploring your body, wanting to savour every moment of your presence and relishing in the way he is pleasing you.
Luke looks up at you with a smile before his eyebrows furrow and he is distracted by something behind you, causing you to whip your head around to look out your window, immensely alarmed at his expression. 
Luke lightly lets go of you, allowing you to sit properly in your seat and as your eyes focus on the window, the sight of a kind-looking restaurant hostess tapping on the glass outside of your door almost sends you reeling into a panic. 
Luke quickly reassures you with a laugh, placing his hand on your arm and starting the car before beginning to roll your window down for them to speak.
“I am so sorry if I startled you, but our restaurant has closed, which means we can no longer allow you to park here, as free parking ends at midnight.” the hostess explains politely while pointing to the sign posted on the brick wall just in front of Luke's car. 
“Thanks Ma’am. We’re so s-sorry.” Luke pauses to hide his face, clearly hiding that he is about to break into laughter.
“We’ll leave right aw-” Luke laughs out, hardly able to finish his sentence before being sent into a fit of silent laughter.
“We’re so sorry. Have a good night!” you say more seriously, trying to make up for the completely unserious boy beside you.
“Goodnight guys!” the hostess says as she walks away, leaving you completely embarrassed and also scared half to death.
Luke continues dying of laughter and is hunched over the steering wheel as you punch his arm repeatedly to get his attention.
“That was awful! Why are you laughing so hard!” you say unimpressed, but still unable to hold back laughter of your own after seeing him look up at you with tears in his eyes.
“Fuck. I can't get over your face.” Luke says as he begins to come down a little, wiping the tears from his eyes. You just shake your head and begin to buckle your seatbelt, not taking any chances of having to be asked to leave once more.
“Fuck.” he says once more with a sigh, relaxing in his seat and looking over to you with a genuine smile before patting your thigh reassuringly.
You look to Luke expectantly and he stares back at you with a smirk before kissing your lips passionately, catching you off guard. 
Your hands are drawn to his face as he nudges your chin with his, causing you to lean into him even further before he pulls away from you abruptly.
“Can I take you home?” Luke asks with lust in eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek, admiring every single feature on your face. His words having a different meaning to both of you than they have previously tonight.
“For real this time?? Because you know we cant sit in this parking lot any longer…” you say jokingly as Luke rolls his eyes at you and begins to put his seatbelt on.
“Yes, for real this time.” He retorts. His right hand eagerly finding yours as he interlocks your fingers with his, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a tender kiss before finally driving off.
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luveline · 2 years
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hi!! im pretty sure your requests are open, but if they’re not feel free to ignore this. i keep thinking about holding steve’s hand or like holding onto his bicep. especially in public and with a shy reader. i just want a steve and i want him to hold my hand when im feeling anxious
thank you for ur request! ♡ shy!gn!reader | 1k words   
Steve can see you hesitating from the corner of his eye. The lunch club (minus its Californian counterparts) have all somehow managed to fit inside the 733i, survive the journey up to Indianapolis city centre, and now meander through a mall that feels bigger than Hawkins' in its entirety. 
Robin and Max are talking about something Steve is too 'boy' to understand, apparently, and you're getting your ear talked off by Eddie and Dustin, though their nerd explosion seems pretty self contained. You're more of a bystander than an active part of the conversation. 
And Steve knows it isn't their fault that you're anxious. It's just how you get sometimes, especially in places like this: it's loud, it's busy, people rush past and don't stop. 
He holds his hand out across the way. You smile at him shyly and move from Eddie's left, almost stepping on Dustin's rubber toes as you cross the walkway and take Steve's hand. 
Your hand is cold. He gives your fingers a good squeeze and pulls you close, your elbows brushing with every step forward. 
"Look, there it is!" Dustin says excitedly. 
Steve looks forward and finds a bad dream in front of him – a nerd store. Dork paraphernalia lines the windows, merchandise and action figures, posters boasting comic books and the newest sci-fi novels. 
"Oh my god," he groans, tipping his head back just slightly. The ceiling is out of reach, big glass skylights that showcase the blue sky outside. "I can't believe we're gonna waste one of the hottest days of the year here." 
Your fingers jump in his. He pulls his gaze back to you and is less than pleased with what he finds. You're tense, your back a stiff board, your shoulders rising slowly towards your ears and your eyes glued to the floor. 
"Don't be a jock," Max says. 
"Let's not stereotype our dear Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so smooth he knows what's coming before it happens, "he's not a jock. You have to actually play a sport to be a jock. Steve's more like, a washout." He says 'washout' with feigned perplexion.
Steve knows he's only joking – Eddie's funny, and despite any better judgement Steve really likes him these days. It's the perfect invitation for some bantering back and forth. He can feel something scathing on the tip of his tongue and Eddie looks excited to hear it, but you make this really small sound that stops Steve dead. A ragged inhale.
He smiles at Eddie and the metalhead looks surprised and then understanding, him and Robin ushering the kids inside the store. 
You're in your own head enough not to notice their departure. 
Steve walks past the store slowly, squeezing your hand in time to a song he can't hear. "Babe, are you hungry? I saw a pretzel stand somewhere on the map." 
You blink and look up at him. You finally notice that you're alone and turn in a half circle, your joined hands tugging against your chest as you do. "Where did everyone go?" 
"That weird nerd haven. I'm selfish so I thought we'd give it a miss. Do you care?" he asks lightly. 
Your smile is chest-aching in its softness. "No. And yeah, uh… I'm hungry if you are." 
He takes his hand from yours and draws close, head inclined to yours as he takes your warm cheek into his palm. "Thanks, baby. You're the best." 
Your expression slackens. Steve loves to get you like this, loves to melt you to the bone with small, soft touches and pet names that you clearly adore even when you scold him like you do. 
"Stop," you whisper. You're smiling so much it barely sounds like a word, more a fond sound, the 'o' completely disappearing. 
"Sorry," he says. He moves his hand to kiss your cheek where it had been and then taps your shoulder lightly. "It's this way." 
Your hand tucks itself between his torso and his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. Steve worries he might blush at your careful touch, feeling shy himself for once as he walks you both through the crowd to join the line for pretzels. 
"You okay?" he murmurs to you. 
You step closer until the side of your converse touches his. "It's… yeah, I'm okay." 
"No, tell me. Honestly," he says, gentle but pleading. 
Your hand tightens incrementally around his skin. He covers your fingertips peeking out with his hand and leans down, waiting. Your head drops into his arm. 
"I'm really okay, it's only…" Your voice lightens a little. "My heart's, like, racing." 
He isn't happy to hear that. "God, I'm sorry. I'll try to stop being so handsome," he jokes in efforts to get you to smile. 
It works. You laugh, bringing your other hand to his arm as you say, "It would be a big help." 
And to hear you joking around is always something he can't handle, it makes him weirdly, stupidly happy. 
He laughs a riot and you come apart, drifting away from each other to giggle. Your hand stays firmly wedged in that place between his arm and his chest, but your grip relaxes. 
"Just- you know. Let me know if you need to find somewhere quiet, okay?" he asks. 
"I will. Thanks, Stevie." You say it like you're embarrassed, your eyes to the floor again. He wrinkles his nose. 
"You're welcome. If you wanna find somewhere secluded for other reasons, I wouldn't be opposed to that either. For your information only, of course." 
"Other reasons," you repeat wryly, giving him a knowing look from under your lashes. 
He winks at you. It's not a good wink. You giggle and a lot of the stiffness you'd held before falls away. Not all of it, but Steve thinks it's a pretty good start. 
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London Boy
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James Potter x Reader
word count: 1319
warnings: none
Inspired by the song london boy by Taylor Swift
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You are an American witch. Which means you go to Ilvermorny, but in your third year your father was transferred to the ministry in England. In turn you had to transfer to hogwarts. You were fine with it besides the fact that you had to go with all the first years to be placed in your house. That's embarrassing.
You're standing with all the first years waiting for yourself to get called up. You could feel people looking at you strangely because you were very clearly not a first year student. Soon that would be cleared up as Dumbledore starts talking.
“Welcome students to another year at hogwarts. Before we get into the sorting for the first years we have a student transfer from america. She's in year three and I hope you all treat her with the utmost respect and kindness. Make her feel welcomed. Miss y/n y/l/n please step up.” with that you slowly walk up to the stool as everyone stares at you. You smile at McGonagall as she puts the hat on your head. After a few minutes of you talking to it it decides.
“GRYFFINDOR” the whole table erupts in cheers and you can't help but smile. Walking over to the table you sit in the closest open spot which happened to be by 4 guys.
“Say something” a guy with circle glasses says.
“Huh?” you look at him very confused.
“You're not British, say something” he says nodding at you.
“James shut up and leave the girl be” he turns to you “im remus welcome to hogwarts.” he holds his hand out.
“Thank you and well you heard my name y/n” you say shaking it and smiling.
“Holy shit your accent is hot!” the one with the glasses says again. You turn to him bright red and shocked.
“Uh, I don't know what to say to that.” you tilt your head in question.
“Don't mind him love he's an idiot i'm sirius black” he also holds his hand out. You blush again but this time because he called you love. You shake his hand but as you're about to pull away he pulls it closer and kisses it. Your eyes widen and you chuckle.
“Is it normal to kiss hands in britain?” you say running it through your hair.
“No it's not he's just trying to flirt with you” the little one on the end says. “I'm peter it's nice to meet you” he doesn't hold out his hand he just keeps eating his food. You chuckle at that.
“Okay you guys seem kind of okay though i think i like peter and remus the best” you laugh at the look on sirius and the other guys faces.
“What, how do you like them more?” the nameless guy says.
“Well I still don't know your name and right off the bat you called my accent hot. I'm sorry that's just a little strange and Sirius just seems like a playboy” it looked like Sirius was about to protest but then quieted down and nodded. The whole time Remus and Peter are just laughing.
“Ok ok sorry my name is james potter welcome to hogwarts” he said holding out his hand you take it and smile. “Though i wasn't lying your accent is very hot” you shake your head laughing.
“Thanks yours isn't too bad either, London boy” everyone chuckles at james’ red face. After eating dinner the boys show you back to your dorm thanking them you head up and get ready for bed greeting your new roommates.
The next morning you head to breakfast excited for your first day in the new school also with hopefully some new friends. You sit down near the end of the table and start grabbing some food to eat when you hear laughing. You turned to see all the boys laughing together except for james. When they saw you their smiles widened and they headed over to you.
“Hey y/n how are you?” Remus asked, sitting next to you.
“I'm good, how are you all?” smiling at him and the rest of them they all said good but james.
“I'm good now that you're here” he smirked.
“Okay London boy calm down” you laugh everyone joining in.
The next week passed by like this. You get used to a new school, getting closer to the boys and James constantly flirting with you. You never took james’ flirting to heart, you just guessed it was his personality until one day you're in the library trying to do some work when a red headed girl comes up to you.
“Hey your y/n right?” you look up at her and nod.
“Yeah I am and you are?” you hold out your hand.
“Im lily and i just wanted to talk to you about james” she shook your hand then sat across from you.
“What about him?” you close your book giving her your full attention.
“Before you came here he was really into me like he would ask me out everyday and i would always say no. but since you came here he hasn't asked me out once. I guess what i'm trying to say is james is really into you and if you like him you should put him out of his misery” she chuckles a little and you join in.
“I guess i never really thought he was into me i thought flirting was just his personality” you run a hand through your hair smiling fondly.
“You should ask him out” she smiles at you then you hear a voice.
“Ask out who?” It was James. He sits next to you guys.
“She thinks I should ask you out, London boy, what do you think?” you smirk at his red face.
“I think she's right you should” his face turning even more red and lily leaves.
“Okay wanna go out london boy?” you tilt your head with a smile.
“Very much yes” he nods aggressively, you both laughing. You start packing up your stuff.
“Meet me in the common room after hours” you walk away after kissing his cheek. You were excited.
Sitting on the couch in the common room waiting for James you're just watching the fire. When you hear walking you look up and see James coming towards you in a sweatshirt, jeans and red converse and you chuckle.
“James dear you do have american style” you laugh at him he just looks confused
“How?” He looks down at himself.
“The chuck taylors” you nod at his shoes. “Everyone in america has at least one pair” you point at your own
“Oh that's so cool” he looks at yours and his “wait how many do you have?” he questions you.
“You don't wanna know” you laugh at his worried face. “Oh i thought we could go to the astronomy tower and star gaze” you smile shyly and he nods
“Yeah sounds fun lets go” you and James head up to the tower and just lay together in silence.
“I'm glad we're doing this, it's fun, your good company” you blush.
“As are you i just have one question” he looks at you and you nod telling him to ask. “Why do you always call me London boy?” This makes you laugh.
“Because of a song called London Boy, it's about loving London boys. I guess I didn't know I'd just liked you from the start and it reminded me of the song” you shyly look away from him embarrassed.
“Aww you're so cute” he teases, pulling you closer to him. You go to push him away laughing and facing him when you look up and see how close he is to you and you blush. Slowly he leans down and kisses you. A kiss that caused a spark to light inside of you. “Don't worry love i fancy you”
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hope you guys enjoyed
XOXO
Good day night whatever
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panicv0mit · 6 months
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seeing the netflixvania posting im so fucking sorry. ive yet to watch it (will suffer through it with my friend who, like myself, is also a long time castlevania fan) and this is like. seeing a forest go up in flames and deciding to walk in anyway.
my expectations were low but it seems i'll have to set them even lower. what have they done to my favorite belmont
My netflixvania posting is but a crumb compared to all the shit I got stored in my brain but if I started rambling it would never end (except I am gonna ramble a lil bit now) spoilers (?) incoming.
Let me just say that the first 2 seasons of netflixvania were actually pretty good, I loved the final fight in season 2. It was FINE, it ended on a decent note, opened the door for the other Belmonts to step in etc etc........and that's not what they did at all. They just HAD to make 2 more fucking seasons and those had MAJOR issues between the severe mischaracterization of Hector and Alucard (I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HECTOR ALONE) and disgusting unnecessary SA scenes...it was fucking abysmal. And you know what? It hurt to watch like genuinely. Everything that could have gone wrong in a show did go wrong. I liked Isaac's story, Sypha and Trevor were fine. But the horrible writing could not hold the show together at all. I was RELIEVED when it ended but OOPS SORRY!!!! AT THE VERY END THEY LET DRACULA PASS ON WITH HIS WIFE!!!!!!!! HEEHEE!!!!! HOOOHOO!!! Let me ask you a question. Walk with me here, friend. What is the story of castlevania? Who are they fighting? If you answered Dracula, then you're correct.
I'm not saying you have to keep resurrecting the same villain over and over again, HOWEVER. Dracula is a ginormous part of Richter's story. THAT'S THE WHOLE THING!!! BELMONTS VS DRACULA!!!! AND THEN ALUCARD WAKES THE FUCK UP AND IS LIKE AW SHIT THE CASTLE IS BACK!!!! They literally locked themselves out of TWO storylines!!!!! There will be no rondo, no symphony. They are using the characters in name ONLY. and it fucking BLOWS. I was actually somewhat excited to see the new series, I wanted to see Richter really bad he's my GUY....and then the reality set in and I'm wait a minute....NO...NOOO NOOOOOO!!!!!! bc I knew in my heart they were gonna fumble and fuck up severely. And they ARE! I am THREE episodes in and I have felt NOTHING, the show just isn't doing it for me. The pacing is fucking weird, dialogue feels unnatural sometimes, and the overall story is just.. meh. Especially with Richter. If Annette was the only main character, I wouldn't be so disappointed bc her part is really the only one that matters, it's clear she has more of a focus put on her instead and THATS OKAY! but for us Richter fans it feels so empty, he as a character in this show feels like fucking wet cardboard. They're giving him NOTHIN. That's not him at all. It feels off everything feels wrong. The first episode was the worst so far. There was no set up, no slow pacing, just them going from plot point to plot point like they were checking off a list. It all plays out, in my opinion, like if someone was fucking around in AI dungeon and trying to make their own castlevania. That's how unnatural things feel at times. As I'm writing this I'm like losing train of thought like what am I even saying I HAVE NO IDEA. At the end of the day, it's just a huge let down. My expectations were low and initially watching it isn't THAT bad, but when I sit down and let my mind simmer on it...I just get kinda sad. Why do they keep letting ppl who clearly don't know anything about castlevania in general write these shows. I don't feel passion from it. It shows horribly. I don't wanna see another one after this but no they've already confirmed season 2 and Alucard is gonna roll up and they're gonna do whatever the fuck idk. I'm gonna go play curse of darkness and symphony of the night and make out with my wife Hector or somethin
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moonlit-flowerfield · 2 years
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How Reckless (Intruality) ═SOULMATE AU═ || Sanders Sides Big Bang 2022
By Artist_Hope; beta read by @edupunkn00b and @kaythegay2022; art by @dystopiagnome and @im-an-anxious-wreck
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
AO3 Link!!
Chapter: 4/4
Chapter word count: 1436
A total of 24 Google Doc pages, at 12 size Times New Roman font and ×2 line space.
Janus was walking out of the cafe when he saw a relatively short man recklessly cross the road. He figured it was a local who just knew the timing but the second he saw another man following the short one, he moved closer with a bad feeling. The auburnet looked down the street, seeing a car speeding closer. Without really even thinking, he dropped his cup, pulled the ravenet out of the street and held a hand on the man's waist to keep him close until the car passed. "Jackass driver…"
The man he saved blinked a little, before letting out a sigh of pure shaken relief and what seemed to be an instinct of putting his hands on Janus'. "Thank you…"
Janus went to say "you're welcome" when he saw his crazy Soulmate mark glow a bright dark blue. Similarly, the man he had just rescued seemed to have a yellow glow coming from where Janus' hands were through his top. "Did I really just save the man who's supposed to be my soulmate? Is that really how this is gonna start?" Janus asked no one in particular, but clearly not talking to the man in his arms.
Logan blinked as he stared at the man holding him. "You're telling me… I looked like an idiot for a first impression." A sigh. "I promise, I am not normally that unattached to reality. I was merely worried about my friend."
Speaking of, Patton was working on dashing back across the street. "Oh my god, Logan, are you okay?! I'm sorry for running off, I'm so out of it today—"
"It's alright, Patton," Logan insisted, before turning his attention back to the auburn-haired person. "As my friend just told you, my name is Logan. Logan Nyx…" He said, feeling his cheeks warm as the slender framed human continued to hold him.
Janus blushed himself, noticing Logan's blush and helping him stand properly before letting Logan go. "Janus Drake. Nice to meet you, Mr Nyx…" Where they had been holding each other was currently still glowing as Janus looked at the back of his hands. "Talk about a showstopper… Saving your soulmate from a driver who needs brain repairs."
Logan nodded, trying to cover his glowing shoulder with a hand. "It definitely makes for a good start on your end…"
Patton blinked, moving over to Logan and lifting his shirt and sweater up just enough to see his Soulmate mark, causing a small grumble from the professor. "Wait… You also met your Soulmate today? That's so cool!" Patton dropped the shirt and smiled brightly at Logan.
Janus blinked. "Also?"
Logan sighed and nodded, trying to calm his cheeks. "My twin brother, Virgil, also happened to meet his Soulmate. He's off with them now before starting a late shift at his job. Or one of them I suppose." He sighed. "He's working at a bar and some weekdays at an art supplies store."
"Ah, I see," Janus hummed. Then he realized something. "Did you say your friend's name is Patton?"
Logan blinked. "Yes…? Why?"
Janus moved over, gaining his normal confidence as he wrapped his arms around Logan. "Well, my own friend happens to be looking for one Patton Morgan. How exciting~."
Logan blushed again, willing to play along with this suave version of Janus. "I see… Where is this friend of yours?" Logan asked back in a flirtatious tone.
As these two exchanged information, Patton tuned out for a few seconds then turned around. "I'm out."
Logan looked annoyed. "Patton, get back here." Janus snorted.
"No, no way, I'm not doing this. You're being all lovey-dovey with him, Virgil ran off with that… That red guy and I really don't feel like being a 3rd wheel!" He said, carefully crossing the street again and turning to look at the two. "It's just not happ-"
He grunted as he bumped into someone behind him, turning and frowning a little. "Sorry…"
The taller person in front of him blinked. "No, that's my bad. I'm trying to find my brother and wasn't paying attention-"
Patton rubbed his arm and sighed. "I-If you're sure…" He moved aside and walked off.
The guy watched Patton walk off, before looking at his phone. "There's no way," he muttered as Logan and Janus approached.
"Hm…" Janus moved closer. "Apologies, Remus, but you seem to be having issues believing." And with a swift movement, Janus pinched Remus' arm harshly, causing a wince from the tall green clad cop and the man who walked off. “Let me help you out.”
Remus looked at the small human, wide eyes. Shooting a look at Janus, he spoke. "A) Fuck you, Janus. B)—" Remus turned back to the guy walking away and ran up to him, being wary of where Janus pinched. "Excuse me, are you Patton Morgan?"
“Y—yeah,” Patton turned to the stranger, pulling his hood up. "Why…"
The stranger smiled. "I'm Remus Duke… Uh, your Soulmate…" He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was nervous.
Patton blinked at the taller guy. "A-Ah… A-And you can prove that…?"
Remus thought for a moment, before showing the most recent scar to their collection — the gash on his arm. "I have a few other scars too… One near my ankle, one on my stomach…"
Patton wasn’t too sure how to feel, besides a little worried and put off by Remus being so open with old wounds. After all, finding his Soulmate was good! He had a chance to get rid of this connection! And yet…
Remus was definitely not what he expected. This Duke was sort of weird and he didn't really seem to mind talking about his wounds like they were a trophy or something. At least, he didn't seem to have an issue with them. He also gave Patton the vibe of someone not loyal at all. He wasn't quite sure why, but perhaps over-hearing him say "fuck you" to what he assumed was a friend was it. But overall, he just couldn't get a good read on Remus.
He watched as Logan and Janus walked up, smiling. At least they moved to just holding hands… "I get it," he exclaimed to Remus, hands moving up in a defensive motion! "We have the same scars and stuff…" Patton bit his lip. It wouldn't be right to not get to know Remus… Right? After all, wrong first impressions happened all the time! "We're, uh… We're having a movie night tonight at our place… If you wanted to come, we could make it, like… a Soulmate party?"
Janus smiled. "Does that invitation extend to moi?” He asked in a tone Patton could only call sultry, looking at Logan and humming as he waited on an answer.
Logan rolled his eyes, though he did seem to be smiling. "Yes, it does. I know Virgil will most likely have extended it to his Soulmate and we already had two others joining us if available." Logan smiled more confidently at Janus. "Besides, I would like to get to know you more."
Remus gave a smile. "Can my twin bro come too? He's kinda lame at first, but he grows on ya."
Patton gave a forced smile. "I don't see why not. Logan can give you the address, I'm going to go home and nap… Excuse me…" Logan opened his mouth to offer Patton a ride home, or maybe walk with him. He didn't really stick around to find out, just saying goodbye with an added "Just really tired!"
Once home, he took a few deep breaths and moved to his room. So much for sleep, he thought, groaning. He moved to his incense, a present from Virgil for his past birthday. Most of the scents were calming ones, though he did mention one of them had a healing idea or something. Either way, Patton set up his pure lavender ones, lighting 3 of them and groaning more.
The short man laid face first on his bed, sighing. He at least tried to sleep, failing for an hour and a half or so before rolling onto his back and pulling his phone out. Patton hopped on one of the discords he was on, seeing a call already going on. After asking if he could get advice and getting a sure from everyone, he hopped into the call.
"Heya, Patton," exclaimed a very energetic feminine voice. "You doing okay?"
Patton let out another groan, longer than the other two.
Another feminine voice, a calmer and more timid one, spoke up. "That… doesn't sound good…"
"Emu, Kohane… I think I'm not gonna survive tonight."
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hella1975 · 2 years
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I GOT TICKETS FOR JJK 0!!!! IM GOING WITH MY BROTHER BC I HAVE NO ANIME FRIENDS BUT STILL, IM GOING TO SEE IT!!!
shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut the fuck up i want to be you so bad
#how does it feel. to live MY DREAM#i feel bad you're clearly excited and im just here like >:((((( IM SORRY#im already so pissed that i have to wait for the deadline like a fucking local#like mappa dont you get it im not like other jjk viewers i know this media intimately what do you mean i couldnt watch it on xmas eve#AND NOW I CANT EVEN SEE IT IN CINEMA BC NO ONE I KNOW IRL WATCHES IT#LIKE SOME OF MY HOMETOWN FRIENDS DO BUT THEY ARE CURRENTLY SCATTERED ACROSS THE COUNTRY AT VARIOUS UNIS#actually wait hold on i just had a thought#basically today my friend messaged me bc she found my spotify (pure terror moment i was absolutely bricking it)#((like have you SEEN how sus my spotify is all it would take is 'what's this playlist for?' 'why do you get so many likes?' and im DONE))#and OF ALL THINGS she sent me a pic of my itadori playlist being like 'im gonna need an explanation'#and i was like shit shit shit fuck fuck mayday#but i worked with it super well with a cheeky lil 'lmao yeah most of my playlists are just inside jokes dont ask'#and she was like 'no no it's not that. my friend sent me vol1-6 of jjk' WHAT SORRY FUCKING WHAT???#SHES READ UP TO VOLUME 2 AND SHE JUST??? DIDNT SAY ANYTHING??#like this is how normal i come across to people she actually didnt know i even knew what jjk was until she saw my playlists#like that's how good an actress i am we need to address the manipulate mansplain malewife of it all#SO WHAT IF SHE GOES WITH ME? VOL 0 WONT BE TOO CONFUSING FOR HER RIGHT? IT'S BASICALLY A PREQUEL ANYWAY#OMG OMG BESTIES#okay im going to spoons with her now i might subtly drop it into convo and pretend to be normal about it wish me luck#ask#jjk
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kaashiboo · 3 years
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haikyuu boys reacting to you talking to an attractive guy part. 1
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┇ akaashi and shirabu
→ fluff
【warnings: swearing】
gn! reader
✎ a/n: i got a bit carried away with shirabu's AAAAHHH. it makes me sad because im a huge shirabu simp but im content deprived so pls expect me to write more about shirabu for an unhealthy amount of times!<3
part 2 - coming soon (ft. tendou and iwaizumi)
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"y/n." he said, almost as if he was whispering but he didn't want to bother you as you seem interested in the conversation that you were having with your male classmate.
"darling." he tried once again, tugging on the hem of his your jacket. fortunately, you turned to him this time.
"i thought we were going to the newly opened coffee shop." he reminded you.
"oh yeah! okay, wait a sec." you smiled at him and returned your attention back to your classmate.
'ouch' he thought.
the seconds you promised turned into another ten minutes and so he was just standing there behind you awkwardly. he wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, he was just busy watching as your eye lit up in excitement. the way you would make weird gestures with your hands to furthermore elaborate your story. he noticed as well how attentive you look as the boy speaks, you leaning in to hear him better. heck, you didn't even bother to cover your mouth as you laugh— not that he hated it but you were never like that to him.
he blinks, starting to feel uneasy and having the urge to pull you out of the scene but he knows very well that you're not his property and that he has no right to tell you who and who not to talk to. as long as you're safe then he's fine with it.
he tries reassuring himself that your classmate was nothing more than just a friend but his insecurities were starting to slowly get into his head. he looks down to his feet, brows furrowed as an attempt to distract himself from his thoughts.
"keiji?" you spoke softly, placing your hand on his shoulder. he looked up, staring right behind you but your classmate was no longer there.
'how long was i spacing out?'
"are you okay?" you asked. taking out your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe the beads of sweat that were on his forehead.
"do you feel sick? we could always go to the shop next time."
"i'm fine." he curtly replied. he panicked as soon as he realized how rude his response was but he immediately relaxed when he saw you smiling gently at him.
"if you say so." you reached for his hand, and intertwined your fingers together as he lets you lead the way.
the short walk from your school to the cafe was quiet— quieter than usual. you told him to find a seat and offered to order for the both of you.
he wanted to protest and tell you that he could have paid for it but he chose not to. he really did want to talk but the unsettling feeling hasn't disappeared yet which made him want to not say anything at all.
you quickly found akaashi and sat across him. his hands were clasped together, resting on the table and so you placed your hands on top of his. giving it a light squeeze.
"you've been awfully quiet. do you want to talk about it?" he contemplated on whether he should tell you about his weird feelings or not but he decided that it would be better if he opened up.
"earlier," he paused, not really knowing how he should start it. if you weren't close to him then you probably wouldn't have heard that he spoke. you decided to let your hands on the table instead of his hands.
"when you were with your classmate, i was glad to see how happy you looked as you talked to him but it felt weird, i don't know why but the way you acted around him was completely different compared to when you're with me... " his voice shrunk.
"i apologize for thinking like this, y/n. i know it's completely immature of me. let's just— forget about it." he slightly frowned, grabbing his own drink and took a sip from it.
"were you perhaps... jealous, my love?" you chuckled and he playfully rolled his eyes at you.
"it's nothing, darling." he denies.
"it's clearly something, keiji. and besides, what you felt— or i assume, what you're currently feeling, is valid. i should be the one apologizing, okay? i'm glad you opened up to me." you reach for your drink next to his but akaashi was quick enough to get a hold of your wrists with his one hand effortlessly while the other grabbed your drink , the straw near your mouth. you looked at him in confusion.
"just drink it. i don't want to let go." he lets out a slight scoff, staring away from your teasing looks. you obliged before he changes his mind and take away your drink.
he still hasn't let go and you chuckled at how stubborn he was. he knew he could have let you use your other to hand to grab your drink but oh well.
"but seriously, keiji. you probably weren't listening but we were talking about something else." he doesn't know how your statement was supposed to make him feel better but he nodded, urging you to continue.
"i'm not gonna tell you to stop being jealous because i think that's easier said than done but i just want to assure you. we were talking about how his date went because he has a crush on my best friend and they finally went out. he doesn't like me and i don't like him in that way either." you explained calmly.
"and i'm sorry for making you think that i'm not comfortable around you. i think you took it the other way around though. just because you see me more hyper when i'm with others, doesn't mean i don't feel at ease when i'm with you. you make me feel safe and normal." you sheepishly confessed.
"oh." he mumbled.
"'oh'? that's all you're gonna say?" you joked, your gaze diverting on the table where he was still busy playing with your hands.
"sorry for jumping into conclusions."
"it's alright. i love you, remember that."
"i love you more, y/n."
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"goshiki. have you seen y/n?" shirabu asked as soon as he approached goshiki's table.
"huh? why are you asking me that? aren't we from different classes and year?" he tilted his head, confused with shirabu's visible frown.
"yea— i know that, shut up. you know what— never mind." he groaned and left.
break time is almost over and you still haven't shown up. shirabu may never admit but he truly is worried about you.
he stormed to the classroom of your previous class, silently opening the door, and peeked inside. only to see you sitting on your chair with your male classmate standing in front of your desk, a hand resting on the table to support his upper body as he leans down to meet your face.
he scoffs loudly, your head immediately turning to his direction, and leaned away from the boy.
"this is a school. not a motel." shirabu snarled.
"why are you here?" you raised a brow at him while your male classmate stood up straight, fixing his uniform along.
"i— i wanted to check something here but i was not expecting two irresponsible students deciding to flirt in a classroom. have you ever heard of good manners?" he crossed his arms on his chest. watching as you harshly shove your belongings into your bag before making your way to where he was.
you stood in front of him. having to look up a bit to match his piercing gaze, "you're smart but you're bad at making assumptions." you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him to the side to make way for yourself.
"where do you think you're going?" he shouted, trailing behind you as you try your best to get past the crowd.
"i don't know what the hell is your problem with me, shirabu. would you please mind your own business? what are you? my significant other? asshole." you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to wherever your feet decide to lead you as long as he would not be near you.
you looked over your shoulders. seeing that he already stopped following you. you were supposed to feel glad about it but you felt otherwise.
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it has been exactly four days. four days without your usual bickerings with shirabu. the whole volleyball team was surprised. it's not like you stopped visiting them to watch their practice, but your interactions with the setter have drastically decreased. no one dared to ask about it and they all act like nothing is happening but the tension still somehow got in the way as you converse with the others. the pair of eyes carefully watching your every move and it took you all the energy to not look back.
'seriously? who does he think he is? it's so annoying. how dare he jump to conclusions. and besides, even if he was right, why does it matter to him so much.' you tried to convince yourself but it wasn't enough to overpower how you actually felt about the whole ignoring situation. you did try to approach him the other day but backed out.
semi noticed that you were spacing out the whole time as he was talking about something. not even the blow of the whistle was enough for you to snap back to reality and so he just patted your back before running back to the court to continue the practice.
you sighed to yourself and felt your phone buzz, receiving a text from haru.
haru: hey y/n! i'm in the library right now. i'll be waiting.
you wanted to bid your goodbye to them but they were too engrossed with practice so you decided to just leave without uttering a single word.
"shirabu! where are you going?" tendou watched as his teammate's figure disappeared from his sight.
"ah, young love." he clicked his tongue in amusement.
"hi haru!" you greeted and he offered a smile before he put his index finger to his mouth, a friendly reminder that you two are in the library. you whispered an apology before sitting beside him.
"so, how'd you do in the exam?" he starts.
"i don't think i'm very satisfied with it but i got a 90% so i guess it's not that bad." you talked as you took out your own textbooks and placed the test results on the table for him to see.
he gasps jokingly, "i beg to disagree that it's not a good grade. i literally got an 88%" he playfully punched your shoulders and proceeded to tell you how proud he was that you managed to ace the exam with his help.
"i hope you don't mind if we settle here instead? i didn't really want to bother my roommate and i think most classrooms are occupied right now." he looks at you apologetically.
"don't sweat about it." you reassured, placing your hand over his that was on the table but you immediately retracted your hand when you heard someone cough.
"what do you want?" you tried to sound tough but you were intimidated by his dark gaze even though he didn't mean to scare YOU off.
"let's talk." he looks straight into your eyes.
"no."
"oh? i wasn't asking. i was demanding." he then grabbed all your belongings, carefully but hurriedly putting them inside your bag and zipping it close, and slung it on his shoulder.
"shira—"
"kenjirō." he cut you off and impatiently grabbed your wrist, not forgetting to give haru one last glare before dragging you along to wherever he planned on taking you.
his pace was fast and you tried your best to keep up with him, being careful in order to not trip.
he abruptly stopped on his tracks which took you by surprise and almost hit your face on his back. he gently pushed you inside the volleyball team's clubroom and you finally gave in and decided to let him.
none of you spoke as you got inside. you leaned on the wall just beside the door. staring intently at your bag that he placed on the floor. having no intentions of making eye contact with him.
however, you didn't expect it when he suddenly stepped closer and nuzzled his face into your neck. "k-kenjirō?" you stammer, reluctantly hugging him and rubbing circles on his back for comfort.
"is there something wrong?" you whispered and he finally pulled away from the hug.
"sorry."
"kenji—"
"shut up," wow okay.
"i'm sorry for... being mean— not that it's something new but i didn't realize how bad it was to accuse you of something that you may or may not do... but that's not the point. i know you're bad at flirti—"
"kenjirō, are you apologizing or insulting me?" you let out a laugh. oh how he missed hearing that.
"right. anyway, i'm sorry i made you upset to the point that you had to avoid me," he was about to continue but you interrupted him.
"avoid you— what?! i thought YOU were avoiding me so i didn't want to bother you!" you exclaimed and the two of you stared at each other in confusion.
"so you weren't mad at me?" he narrowed his eyes at you, a hint of doubt laced within his voice.
"no? i mean, i was pretty upset that you thought i had the time to flirt with someone but it wasn't a big deal and my anger only lasted for an hour." you tried to elaborate.
"but why didn't you approach me the day after? heck, you didn't even spare a glance at me during practice!"
"because i thought you were mad at me!" you exasperated, massaging your temples at the same time.
"god, y/n. so you're telling me i avoided you for nothing?" you hesitantly nodded at him, mind still filled with questions.
"why were you so affected by it anyway," you mumbled.
"excuse me?" he raised a brow, sounding as offended as ever.
"imagine seeing the person you like to be with another attractive guy and be PHYSICALLY close with him. how would you feel then?" you were taken aback by his sudden confession but you decided to play along with his i'm-still-in-denial-game.
"well, i don't know about that because the person i like is constantly surrounded by handsome guys on the volleyball team but i was never jealous."
"so you like someone from the team," he humorlessly chuckled. "this is pointless." he stated.
you groaned at how slow he was, "you're so stupid. it's you who i like, kenjirō! oh my god i can't believe you're this dumb." he stared at you in disbelief, using his index finger to point at himself, "me?"
"no. the fucking wall, kenjirō. i like the wall!" you shut your eyes closed, trying not to get your annoyance into your head.
"then who were you wi—"
"a friend, shirabu kenjirō. haru is a friend who offered to tutor me for the whole week since exams are coming." you reassure.
"but why him? do i look like someone who won't tutor you?"
"yes..." your voice trailed off and he stood there, dumbfounded with how straightforward you were.
"but if you just admit that you were jealous then maybe i'd approach you instead." you joked.
"i wasn't jealous but you're changing your tutor whether you like it or not. now, come on and let's tell him so i could finally go back to practice." he picked up your bag and tossed it to you.
"you're not gonna ask me out first?" you teased before placing your hand at the doorknob.
"well then, go out with me."
"i said ask, not demand." you rolled your eyes.
"as if you'd have a choice anyway."
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kiiwiiboiii · 3 years
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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 — 👛🌸
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❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 ❞
— deal with it, ashnikko
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Warnings: public play, toys (vibrating buttplug), mommy kink, riding, slight praise.
Disclaimer: im going to include mommy kink on this story but the reader it's still gender neutral.
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The sound of your car's engine suddenly stopped, surprising your boyfriend. You had arrived to the mall.
You gave a teasing glance to him. He was red, stiff and he was wiggling in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.
Well, of course he would be, how could he not be when you had shoved a vibrating butt plug up his ass?
Ah yes, as embarrassing as it is, he would do anything for you, even if it implies being a shameless little bitch. If it's for you, he's open to almost everything. He wouldn't ever disobey his mommy.
Or at least that's what you thought, until you found him stroking himself to pictures of you.
"We're here. Try not to be so loud when we're shopping."
He looked at you, clearly frustrated. Even if they were in the lowest setting, the vibrations were starting to get to him. He was rather sensitive, plus the feeling of being watched in such a vulnerable state was driving him crazy.
"Hey, don't give me that look. You have only yourself to blame. I told you what would happen if you touched yourself."
"But I-"
"Uh-uh" you silenced him, putting your finger on his lips. "No buts. Now, be a good little whore for me and stay silent."
With that, you both left your car and headed towards to mall.
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Your boyfriend was walking rigidly, twisting his legs and sometimes letting low whines scape his mouth, which raised suspicion but not enough for everyone to be alarmed.
As you chose some clothes you noticed he was talking to one of the employees of the shop.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
This is the moment you've been waiting all the afternoon for. You smiled wickedly as your hand reached your phone, setting the vibrator to the highest level. If he whined when the vibrator was in the lowest setting, this sure was going to make him scream.
"Hi, do you- do you know where the- Ahhh!" He yelped out loud as he felt the butt plug shake faster. The employee seemed worried, and the people around him were confused. The scene was too hilarious for you. He heard you mischievously giggled and blushed.
"Sir, are you okay? Do you need any help?"
"I-I'm okay, don't... - oh, fuck...- don't worry about it..." He said with a restrained voice, not even trying to find an excuse.
When the worker left, you walked up to him, with a evil smile. He flinched when you put your hand on his shoulder.
"You okay, sweetie?" You asked in a mocking tone.
"You know damn well I'm not." He practically growled. You just can't help it, it's so funny humiliating him like this!
"If  you were obedient and followed what I said, you wouldn't have to do this..." You got closer to his ear. He shuddered as he felt your breathing in his ear.
"But you couldn't, could you? Dirty boy. You disgust me~" You said into his ear, voice barely above a whisper, the humiliation was too much for him and he couldn't handle your dirty words.
As you admired the piece of art of a boyfriend you had, you distinguished his very noticeable boner.
"Aw, baby, did mommy made you wait too long?" You asked sweetly. "I think I should give you a reward. What do you think, love? Should we go to a bathroom?"
He let out a quiet 'yes, please' and you dragged him to the public restroom. Your boyfriend heard you lock the bathroom's door with a key which belonged to the owner of the shop. How convenient.
"How the fuck did you-"
"I have lots of friends." You simply answered. "But we're not here to talk about that, are we?"
He gulped as soon as you asked that. He was already aware of how heavy your punishments were. You took your sweet time with him. And although he would never admit it, he loved the look in your eyes when you were edging him until his balls turn bright blue.
But now you two stuck in a public bathroom, with no more toys than just a butt plug. So maybe this punishment wasn't going to be that perverse, but he wasn't expected lees of you.
"Now, take off your pants."
Obeying, he pull his pants off, they lay in his ankles.
"Turn around for me, babyboy."
He did as told and rested his body against the wall. His breathing saturated the air, and his blush grew from his cheeks to his ears.
You pulled down his boxers to reveal his rim in which the plug was shoved in. It squelched as your grabbed and pull it out of him. He glanced at you, there was something different about his eyes. They were needy and impatient. He only wanted you to do something with him. Anything. He seemed like he  was some sort of toy that existed only for you to play with.
He gasped as he felt you slip your finger inside of him. Various 'hah, ngh' and 'mm's congested the restroom. His noises were like a melody, a really exciting melody.
"Mmh~ right there...! Agh!" You senseless moved your fingers inside him in order to hear more of his piteous sounds.
"Love, as much as I love hearing those pretty sounds of yours, you're gonna have to be more quiet. You don't want us to get caught..." You interrupted your sentence as you nibbled his ear. "Do you?"
"N-no, I'm sorry, mommy... you just make me feel- ahh... so good." His whiny voice made you throb. You went faster and faster with your fingers and his moans only got louder and uncontrollable. Just like you wanted.
And just when he was on the edge, you took your fingers out of him. That was a common thing you did when he was being punished, but that doesn't mean he was used to it.
"Wha- nooo! Put them back in!" He whimpered. You tilted your head.
"Don't you wanna make mommy feel good?" You purred with a dominant look. "Wow, I didn't know that my babyboy was so selfish."
"No! I'm not selfish, mommy! I- you can do whatever you want to, just please, fuck me!"
"Then, be a good boy and hold it in."
He sat on the top on the toilet and you sat on his lap, facing him. Your lips connected in a heavy kiss as you pumped his cock slowly, he whined into your mouth, sweat falling off his forehead.
"You’re doing a good job, babyboy. Tell me how much do you want me to fuck you."
"Please, mommy! I want it so bad! I'm going insane, please! Put it in, I can't wait no longer!" And with voice like that, who were you to deny him?
You decided to give him what he wants and you slowly took his cock inside you. He was hard and wet, and as you slipped every inch inside of you he let out high-pitched moans, not caring of if if you two get caught. The only thing he wanted was you.
You panted as you rode his dick, your insides clenching around him. You grabbed onto your hips with his life wanting more of the overwhelming feeling.
"You feel so good, baby." You praised in a hoarse voice. As you looked down at him you noticed he had glassy eyes, his mouth was curving into a "o" shape and tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
He didn't have a clue of what was happening anymore, all he knew is he was getting close to what was going to be the messiest orgasm of his life. Yes, he may not last that long, but it didn't matter, because you knew you were the only one that could turn him like this. He was all yours. All yours to play with. All yours to torture. All yours.
You sped up your movements as he got closer and closer. His high-pitched moans were sign you were fucking him stupid.
"Are you close, babyboy?" You asked as he grabbed your hips to pull you closer. He frantically nodded and tears fell out off his eyes. "Then do it, come for mommy, baby."
And he did as told, and his cum spilled all over your thighs, some getting on your belly.
He came with a series of cries and moans, and he was still shaking under you. He collapsed on your shoulder, still panting.
"Well done. You look you pretty right now." You admired, patting his head. He gave you a weak smile and he let out a faint 'thank you, mommy', you smiled satisfied.
It was moments like this when you wished time would truly stop.
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The rest of the clients watched shocked as you two walked out of the bathroom, in a really cuestionable state. Your boyfriend had hickeys all over his neck, his shirt only had a few buttons latched, exposing his neck and collarbones to everyone. And a white stain spread around his pants, there wasn't a doubt that you both just had sex in the public restroom.
You glanced at one of the employees as you paid for all the clothes you chose. You looked back at your boyfriend, and he blushed at the sight. As awkward as this moment was, he actually appreciated everything you did for him. He has yours, and you were his. And you both loved it.
"Have a good day guys! Cause I surely did."
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mango-bango-bby · 3 years
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Hey mango! I'm back with another haikyuu request 👉👈. Since canonically Tendou goes off to become a chocolatier in france can I get a fluffy domestic piece of reader and him trying to make chocolate at home together for maybe an anniversary? Possibly turning a little limey at the end 👀 🥺. I don't see very many Tendou fics where they show he's a major soft dork, like absolutely he can give creeper vibes, but in like a dorky way???? I'm not sure how to describe it, but you're talented with character portrayals 🥺🥺
Thank you 💖
-🖋️🦇
♡ Chocolates ♡
(A/N: This is like me third time writing for Tendou so please let me know if this is off or bad <3 Boy may be creep, but he can be soft sometimes too!!!! Also, you’re very welcome💞💞💞 Also also, IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT IDK WHAT ELSE TO ADD)
Summary: You and Tendou make some homemade chocolate on a fluffy afternoon. *this basically has no plot. Just self indulgent fluff* (Yan!Tendou x GN!Reader)
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“Sweet cheeks, your getting butter all over the stove” Tendou chuckles, watching you struggle to stir the non-melted butter in the pot over the stove. Tendou loves moments like this, ones where you too seem like a normal couple. And, in his mind you two are.
“Then help me” you whine, huffing slightly. Tendou only laughs at you, keeping his hands rested on your hips. He sets his head on your shoulder, only watching you struggle slightly. The butter was sticking to the bottom of the pan, making it harder for you to stir the chunks. You let out another whine before Tendou reaches over, putting his hand over yours to help you.
You start to notice the butter melting, watching the chucks slowly dissolve into the pot. You peer over to your shoulder, seeing that Tendou is staring back at you. You only turn your head away, flustered that all of his attention was on you. Tendou reaches over to the counter, picking up the bowl of the powder in ingredients. He hands them to you, grinning at the sweet little “thank you” that you give him. Cute.
You pour the rest of the ingredients in the pot, before continuing to stir. Tendou’s hand still over yours and guiding it with his own. The sweet gesture making you forget that you’re not here willingly. Most of the time, you forget that you’re not here willingly. Tendou always showed you that he really did love you, even if it was unhealthy.
Eventually Tendou lets go of your hand, now moving them so he could wrap his arms around your waist. With his head still on your shoulder, he begins to sway back and forth. “Hey, the chocolate isn’t finished yet” you gripe, Tendou only continues swaying slightly. “Oh shush your mouth. Let me enjoy in my baby’s presence” He whispers, you only giggle at his actions.
“It should be done, sweet cheeks” Tendou mumbles, clearly referring to the chocolate. “It is?” You squeal, excited that you actually made the treat without messing it up somehow. Adorable is all Tendou can think at your reaction. He loved you so much. So so so much.
“Can I try it?” You ask, glancing at Tendou for permission. Tendou only grins at you, he can feel his heart swell that you’re basically asking for permission. “Don’t even have to ask, baby” he chuckles, watching your eyes light up at his words. “You want some too?” You ask, getting an “of course” from Tendou in response. Tendou takes the wooden spoon from your hands and out of the pot.
Tendou brings up the spoon to your mouth, allowing you to taste the treat that you both made. “Mmm! It’s good!” You smile, letting out a small giggle. Tendou tries some of ur before agreeing with you. He’s made chocolate before so he knows that this recipe works, he just wanted to try it to give you praise. He just wants to make you smile.
“You did a good job, angel”
“Well, you did most of the work!” “Shush it”
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kisekinodrabbles · 3 years
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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!
ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!
Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him. 
The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works. 
After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.
The two of you may have also fucked at some point. 
“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin. 
The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.” 
He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”
By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”
“Inside talking to the detective.”
“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.
He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.
Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.
You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?” 
Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”
“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.
Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.
“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”
“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”
The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.
There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”
“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.  
“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”
“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”
You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine. 
Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips. 
“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.” 
“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”
“I should say that about you, asshole.”
Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras. 
“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so. 
The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?” 
However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”
“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”
“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”
Fucking. Sleaze.
“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”
“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”
The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress. 
“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.
You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.” 
The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later. 
“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”
Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.” 
When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?” 
He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one. 
Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”
“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”
“Why the hurry?”
“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”
You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”
“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”
Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room. 
You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”
He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours. 
All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.
Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs. 
Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs. 
“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts. 
It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”
“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”
“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”
A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm. 
Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”
“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment. 
“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”
Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”
You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.
“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”
“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point. 
He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”
“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him. 
“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.
Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again. 
He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.” 
“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort. 
“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.” 
Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”
“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.” 
“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture. 
“What was that?”
“Dickwad.”
He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”
“I’m not going to—”
Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?
Easy.
Yes.
“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.” 
“Please fuck me who?”
Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.” 
The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge. 
He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.
When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then. 
“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps. 
“Told you.”
Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin. 
His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms. 
He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth. 
“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.” 
“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.” 
“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”
Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.
So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second. 
“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms. 
With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time. 
His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.
“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”
Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”
“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”
“Dick first, job second.”
Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”
Fuck.
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papirfecni · 3 years
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Hello Azra!
I hope you're having a great day 😀.
Look, i don't mean no harm nor want to be hateful to you or anything you do..(but i might actually be), what i'm about to say might be mean and it's probably gonna look like a hate comment or something 😅 but i assure you, i have nothing against you 🙂.
I'm getting this out of my chest bcs i want to, and since you don't reply to your DMs or anything else i thought my last chance is to tell you anonymously..here ...tbh, bcs humans are weird 😒 .
So i was one of your followers/fans and i really liked your work, you were funny and you were entertaining in every way..you might still be (i dunno tho') i even liked your taste in music and i thought it matches mine in a weird way.. i, like any other fan thought highly of you and did anything to be noticed by you 😂 which sounds silly now that i say it.. but it's something that we all do and i'm sure you have done this yourself 😉.
I tried my best to cut you some slack bcs you are famous and i don't know your circumstances or anything about you... but at some point you had me and gave me some of your time and i thought to myself .. 'why did she? i am just as any other excited fan who did everything to be noticed.. why give 𝓂𝑒 the time?'
Don't get me wrong, i knew you were just being nice 😆... but i thought to myself 'does she do that with everyone then? voice chat, play games, share informations...? which is odd.. bcs isn't she scared of creeps and weirdo who maybe have bad intentions...'
I'm a humble one but just like a normal person i got greedy and i felt like we might be friends lol 🤣 i even start talking to some of your close friends and i wished to be as cool just to be friendly with you all (not just you...no offence) bcs for some reasons i found a lot in common between me and you all, but i was too normal and too boring for you maybe a little too nice too 🙃.
The point is, after that you started ghosting me after telling me that we would do it again (play and stuff).. you never reply.. you don't see my comments nor msgs... i know i wasn't special but i really wanted to play more and have fun while i still could at that time 😅.
I just wished you never gave me a chance to look forward to an awsome friendship with such great and fun people like yourselves...
Once again, don't get me wrong.. clearly i have issues 🙃 and if i don't adress them the proper way then they will come and bite me in the butt 😆.
What i'm trying to say here is .. as much as i liked your spirit, your humour but more importantly your 𝒜𝑅𝒯 ofc, now i don't even want to see nothing that has anything to do with you... even your name makes me cringe (the fact that my mother has the same name isn't helping -.-') and i hate that bcs i missed how despite being so invisible back then .. i enjoyed everything you did..
I wish i never made that piece of art that made you follow me which made me feel so guilty for not following you back which is the one thing that led to another until it became no fun no more...
I missed your art and it feels bad now to interact with it after you belittled me and basically made me feel like sh*t (sorry..) when you ghosted and rejected all my requests..
I wish you read this and i wish you don't hate me for being ..umm weird and mentaly disturbed obviously 😅lol despite being anonymous i feel so seen..
you are a great artist and a .. well uuh a funny person? lol (that's all i could think about 🤣) i was a fool to think that you thought of me differently and for being greedy to have more fun time with you and your friends.. so umm i hope you take my honesty as .. umm a point that needed to be ..umm adressed and not as a hate comment or ..umm a speech at this point 😬 hehe
Just a word of advice.. don't say things that you don't mean to fans no more 🤣 they will be excited and they will feel special and it will be disastrous if you don't meet their expectations haha.
Despite feeling guilty for being too honest ..maybe to the mean point, i am 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 that i got that out of my chest, i am trying my best to talk about this silly subject as civilized as possible so you don't get me wrong 🤠.
Good luck with whatever you're doing in your life and i wish you all the best 😺.
P.S: drink more water instead... it's very important to stay hydrated 💧 ✌️
i wasnt gonna respond to this originally but youre getting people i dont even know involved in this fsr so.
sending me shit anonymously expressing why youre mad at me is one thing but going around and telling random people in their fucking CCs about it (and naming me too) like its a warcrime not to respond to your dms personally is really fucking weird. im an average ass person with a hobby who uploads their work online, i’m not a fucking celebrity or “famous” for this or any other reason, i sure as fuck dont have any fans and i genuinely dont understand your obsession with that concept??? why am i the one getting blamed for making you feel special for simply talking to you and being friendly when youre the one acting like i have paparazzi following me around lmao i have classes to attend and study for, i have friends irl and family that i spend time with, i have a tiny group of online close friends i talk to regularly, i eat and sleep - a day is 24 hours for me too lmao. on top of that im generally bad at responding to dms as im very introverted with a terrible memory; it’s never anything personal, i’m simply busy or just forget to text back which my friends are aware of and have no problem with. i seriously had nothing against you, you’re very sweet and talented but you don’t know me, we hung out once for an hour as friends and that was it, i’m confused as to how me not responding was such a traumatic event for you when it’s a normal thing that happens with everyone especially if you’re not close friends. if youre trying to befriend someone you should behave like it and not like youre chasing someone unreachable lol. anyway im glad you got free therapy out of this i really loved the random cursive letters you added for dramatic effect as well as the subtle drags 10/10
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luveline · 2 years
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Hellooo! I’m obsessed with your writing so I just had to make a request!!
I had an idea where it’s like James loves to talk. When the teacher moves him to a different seat, he starts up conversations with his new partner no matter who they are. One day I’m transfiguration he gets put next to the reader and tries to start up a conversation but the reader is really quiet. (Maybe the reader has anxiety or depression?) anyway that catches James interest and he keeps trying to start up conversations and walks reader to classes and all that until eventually, they open up a little more.
That was a really long ask I probably wrote more than I needed to but yeah. No pressure to write it. I hope you have an amazing day/night!! <3
hi im sorry i dont think this is quite what you meant now im reading the request again but i still hope u like it <3
You feel his gaze on your face for the tenth time. You're startled but not surprised when he finally speaks. 
"You're a fast-writer," James Potter says. 
You don't know what to do, what to say. What do you say to that? You peer up from your paper, worried he's making fun of you. He smiles impishly at your looking, and you give him a tiny, wary smile. 
"I swear, I've done an inch in the time you've done six." 
You smile at him, because you think maybe he's trying to compliment you. McGonagall had paired you and James together at the beginning of term because of his extreme motor mouth and your own social ineptitude and general quiet demeanour  - though she'd used nicer words - and he'd made it his mission to… befriend you? At first, you'd thought he was making you the butt of a joke. These days you think maybe he has this uncontrollable urge to talk, and that he doesn't care who with. 
Emboldened by your smile, James sidles closer. His elbow brushes against yours, and he asks, "You want a sugar quill?" 
"What?" you ask, putting your own quill down. 
"You want a sugar quill? I have two." 
"Oh no, James, that's okay." 
"Really, love. Here," he says, pulling it from his satchel. He brandishes the quill at you like a sword at first, poking your arm with the softer end before forcing it into your hand. His fingers on yours make you dizzy. 
"Thanks," you say, distracted, looking down at it in confusion. 
"Hey, you're welcome." 
"I've never…" you stop yourself. 
Something sparks in his eyes, a lightness. "What?" The gentleness he uses to ask is the only reason you continue. 
"I've never had one before." 
"A sugar quill?" 
You nod. 
"It's just like a normal one, 'cept you can eat it. Not the nib, though, yeah?" he laughs as he talks and you find yourself laughing too. 
"Yeah," you agree, weirdly excited in comparison to your usual mood. You clear your throat, abashed at showing emotion so clearly on your face.  
You take the paper wrappings off of the quill and dip it in your little ink pot, testing it out on the corner of your parchment. A squiggle, a heart, your name. 
"See? Just like a normal one." 
You dip it again and turn to his parchment. Thank you, you write, with a little heart to sign off. 
His own quill, white, made of sugar the same as yours, appears. He gestures to your parchment and you move it toward him. 
You're welcome, sweetheart. He's drawn his own heart beside it, filled it in and shot an arrow through it. 
You sit back and smile at him again, really smile, because he's always so nice to you even on your bad days, and your good days aren't that great. 
His face does something funny then, his jaw goes slack, his eyes are unmoving. You don't let yourself think it for very long, but you might say he looks dazzled. By me? Doubt it. 
"Thank you," you tell him as you're leaving, pushed by other students moving through the throng for their next lesson, "for the quill." 
"Sure thing," he says, again looking startled. You don't talk very often.
"See you later," you say bravely, turning from his side to make your way to lesson. 
"Hey, Y/N? Wait." 
You wait, commanded by his smooth voice. His hand looks soft where it hugs the satchel strap to his chest, hair all a mess. He looks frazzled. 
"Can I walk you?" 
"You want to walk me to my classroom?" you ask.
"Yeah, I do. I'm good company," he promises, his typical charisma returning. 
He gives you a daring smile. When he smiles like that, you can't help but think he's the most lovely boy you've ever met. You think you'd like to reach forward, run the pad of your finger between his dark, rugged brows, down the bridge of his roman nose, the small dip of his cupid's bow, from corner to corner of his pretty mouth. 
"I'll make you late," you manage to say. 
He raises his eyebrows. "Will you?" 
And what does that mean? You don't really have to think about it - James, lovely, pretty James - wants to walk you to your lesson. Maybe it's a joke, but you don't think so. 
"Okay," you murmur. "Yeah. Please." 
His smile is bruising. 
You think, He's being nice. This doesn't mean anything. He feels a little sorry for me, and- 
He swings his arm around your shoulders, just tall enough to bring you into his warm side. There's no mistaking how you look now, to everybody else.   
"Stick with me, sweetheart. We're taking a shortcut." 
Oh. Maybe he likes me after all. 
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jenosslut · 3 years
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sugary euphoria
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pairings: mark lee x fem!reader
genre/s: fluff, suggestive, angst, romance
details: strangers to lovers!au, high school!au
warnings: suggestive content, suggestive humor, explict language
word count: 3k
synopsis: where two sunset lovers experience feelings they never knew existed through the journey of adolescence.
a/n: i absolutely hate how this turned out im so sorry. a special thank you to @navyhyuck, @heartyyjeno and @neojaems for beta reading this. an even more special thank you to @hunjins for always believing in me no matter what.
taglist: @hunjins @neovrse @mrkcore @moonbeamsung @jjikyuu @mellowvoidexpertfriend
couldn’t tag: @markslovelymaid
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02.09.2016
you got me breathless, got me begging you to drive me insane
The weather stays warm, in hopes of smiling on everyone. The buoyant sun rays travel directly into the brunette’s eyes, though he doesn’t whine in exasperation like many would do as he is surrounded by his most favored people.
Ecstatic is how he feels around people he loves, and Mark absolutely adores his friends. Those six people- whom he labels as ‘idiots’- aid him to hold onto an endless amount of belligerent days, especially at school.
Even though Mark isn’t exactly the best with words and doesn’t prefer to demonstrate verbal affection, the legitimately adorable laugh escaping his lips whenever he’s around them is enough to let everyone acknowledge the amount of adoration he holds for the six boys.
“Are there two butts or one butt?” He hears Donghyuck question, who has an over dramatically serious expression accompanied with lips shaped in a pout pressed on his face.
“One butt Dongfuck, one butt.” Renjun is the one to respond between gritted teeth and heavy breath, thoroughly devastated with the unnecessary discussions Donghyuck never seems to leave alone.
“There’s two! They’re separate!” Chenle exclaims in an avoidably resounding manner, causing a couple heads to involuntarily shoot towards their direction in inquisitiveness; silently judging the group of boys.
“Why are we having this conversation again?” Jeno states, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder who happens to nod, displaying agreement in the older’s words.
“Ask Dongtruck.” Renjun says, raising his arms upwards in defence.
“Yeah ask Dongtruck- wait what?” Donghyuck continues, then widens his eyes at the realization; turning his head towards Renjun as his jaw commences to part.
“I’m selling a Dingdong for free, contact me for details!” Chenle screechs, throwing his hands towards the air as the boys surrounding his figure stare at him in incredulity. Many people’s attention switch onto the group of boys again, allowing them- except Chenle- to give reactions out of embarrassment.
“When will you learn to like, shut the fuck up?” Renjun silently shouts at Chenle’s face in exasperation, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hand in between his hair.
“We’re supposed to bully Yuckie here, not me! Gosh, what a traitor.” Chenle responds, letting a dramatic sigh escape his lips, poking his tongue inside his cheek.
“If only you used the creativity you use for Hyuck’s nicknames for pragmatic reasons.” Jeno states, shaking his head.
“How do you even know what pragmatic means?” Mark questions- more to himself- in a lower tone, glancing at Jeno.
“I’m not Renjun, Mark.” Jeno replies, patting Mark’s back as Mark nods at his friend’s words.
The moment Mark Lee turns his head towards the side, his eyes witness a smile; looking dazzling as ever. The sight of you standing exquisite, the most guilelessly enticing expression sitting delicately on your features is enough to cast anyone under your spell.
Your friend says something, you laugh again. Your eyes meet as you involuntarily turn your head towards his direction. Mark’s breath gets caught in his throat, thoroughly overwhelmed. You send him a wave, then boom.
Spark.
Mark Lee bewitches under your spell.
13.11.2016
I see rainbows when i think of us
First Date
First dates are cute, adorably delighting. Kind of awkward. But that’s fine, because it’s delirious. Maybe not euphoric, but definitely a form of ecstasy.
A new experience, a new person. Something contrasting, something exciting.
It’s not the transcendence that makes it appealing, because no first date is perfect. It’s the imperfection, the sheepish smiles shared throughout the day, the embarrassing-feeling sentences that appear cuter than embarrassing.
Maybe the occasion is cliché, maybe it’s not worth enough to be included in a million-selling novel. But the experience is worth it. A simple exchange of ice cream flavors, simple exchanges of words as you amble around a keenly alive park. Cliché, but new. Cliché, but delighting.
Things are a bit less expected in Mark’s case.
The arid leaves fall as a gospel choir, harmonized in such a way that celebrates each hue and shows how they complete each other. The fallen leaves create an alluring pathway as you amble exquisite with Mark besides your figure, hand in hand.
“I think i’m seeing rainbows.” You state breathily, head falling on top of Mark’s shoulder; coming in contact with the soft fabric of his maroon jacket.
“Where? It’s dark though, i don’t think that’s possible,” Mark responds, his eyes scanning through the sky involuntarily as he takes your words legitimately.
“It didn’t rain, it’s not sunny either.” He continues on analyzing his surroundings, not exactly sure of what you meant with the words you had previously put together.
“You make me see rainbows.” You smile, astonished at his oblivious nature.
“How do i do that?” He asks, eyes slightly wide as his lips unintentionally form a small pout.
“I was trying to be poetic, Mark. I know it was bad, you could've just gone along with it.” You let out a playful scoff, the small yet absolute smile continuing its appearance on your lips.
“No no it wasn't bad, i just-” He rambles.
“Oh my god, i’m joking. Calm down, i was just trying to say how you made me happy.” You let out a full hearted laugh this time, clearly amused.
“Oh…” Is all that Mark lets out at the realization, head turning towards the side in embarrassment as his heart skips a beat.
Cute, you think to yourself.
And yes, Mark Lee is indeed an adorable boy who enchants you in even more bewitching experiences.
01.02.201
I love the way I light up when you call me
Your feet play with the treacherously empty and dry looking sand while concentrating on the undulating sound of the shallow turquoise ocean. The majestic ocean seems to be wrapped in a darker color, which could easily be blamed on the endless darkness of the sky caused by the time being nearly five in the morning.
Your head lays on Mark’s shoulder while the jacket he had given you minutes prior- insisting that you were shivering- sits on your shoulders. He holds your body close to his own, feeling an- what he labels as- unreasonable urge to protect you from anything that could occur.
You sit there, a serene feeling captivating you as you listen to each other's alleviating breaths and heartbeats. You throw small sets of words here and there to create some type of a conversation, delighting in the consolatory atmosphere.
"Your heart is beating so fast." You softly speak in incredulity, eyes slightly wide at the unanticipated moment.
Mark widens his eyes, a sheepish smile commencing to play on his lips. He starts mumbling and stuttering as he tries to put together meaningful words, though they don’t make any sense to say the least.
“Mine is beating fast too, if that makes you feel better.” You don’t know where the sudden confidence comes from, yet you keep on staring right into his sparkling orbs with your own; the most ravishing smile sitting buoyantly on your lips.
Mark muttres out a few “Oh”s before lazing his visibly tensed body, slowly melting in your arms as you pull his body even closer to your own.
As the sun begins to rise, a song along with a valse melody commences to play out of the speakers Mark had brought. You softly grab the brunette’s hand, taking it into your own; signaling him to dance with a playful smile on your face.
Mark lifts himself upwards as the sheepish smile from earlier commences to display its appearance back on his features. He uses some help from your hand as he lets out a nervous chuckle, youthful hysteria running through his body.
The two of you sway your bodies according to the mellifluous melody rhyming behind. You recline your head on Mark’s chest, getting into a more comfortable position.
"You're beautiful." Mark’s graceful sounding whisper is heard clearly in your right ear after finally gathering up the courage to state a compliment, causing the smile on your lips to grow uncontrollably.
Before leaning in, you go through a whole debate about whether to kiss him or not inside your head. Finally, you lean in; mixing both of your uniquely ambrosial scents as you catch his lips in between your own.
Although the kiss isn’t exactly perfect, the experience is.
“Be my girlfriend?” Mark asks in a whisper as he uses his right hand to keep your chin up, staring right inside your eyes fervently.
“Yeah.” You whisper back with a heavy breath, not able to control the smile growing on your lips.
The newly rising sun accompanies your bodies as you try to move your lips against each other’s in the middle of a beach. Youthful giggles get thrown around as you share your first kiss, a feeling unfamiliarly intriguing enchanting you.
Maybe, maybe you had a future with Mark. Maybe he was someone who would be there for you during your worst nightmares, a shoulder to cry on after calamitous fights, a soul to share your overwhelming ecstasy with.
Though, you don't know that just yet. You never know what the future holds for you. So you completely give your all to him, living through each second of one of the many euphoric moments you share.
Mayhaps this is the beginning of a new journey...
14.03.2017
I lose my mind when you whisper sweet nothings
Gratuitously, Mark guides your body towards his bedroom; hands all over each other’s bodies as giggles out of hysteria escape your lips. You run your hands through his brown locks, plunking them eagerly as your already plumped lips messily move against each other’s.
Mark lets out another breathy giggle as your noses brush, your hands traveling on his body. Your hands find their way towards the hem of his shirt, fingers fiddling with it; contemplating on whether to take it off or not.
Mark gives you a short nod, displaying approval within his actions as he sends you an adorable smile. You glance upwards to steal a glance from his features, only to get lost inside his doe orbs; sparkling in youthful enthusiasm.
He pushes your body onto his bed, trying to be as meticulous as he could. He helps you slide his shirt off as the kiss gets even messier. After unintentionally biting his bottom lip, you mutter out multiple apologies as Mark assures you; running his hands through your hair soothingly.
He pulls your body onto his lap, blushing when he sees your eyes glued onto his upper body. Your eyes meet when you move your head, both shying away at the shared stare. You land him a kiss, on his cheek instead of his lips. Giggles continuously flow through both of your lips as you keep on planting kisses on his cheeks.
Your lips land on his nose on accident when attempting to shower him in sweet cheek kisses, allowing another giggle out of timidity to be shared.
“I love you, like a lot.” Mark whispers admiringly, the adorably sheepish smile never washing away from his lips as the first ever “I love you” effortlessly falls out. You involuntarily smile at the statement, melting into his honeyed words.
“I love you too.” You whisper back, exchanging the specific three words for the first time.
You spend your night blissfully, not precisely knowing what you are doing. Yet you sure are delightful inside Mark’s tight embrace, heart clenching inside your chest at every amiable touch.
23.05.2017
You’re my favorite mistake
“Mark,” You speak out, fidgeting on his bed uncomfortably as your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt.
“Yes, baby?” Mark replies; not exactly paying the most attention as his eyes stay still on the laptop seated on his desk, trying to get an essay done.
“Love, are you okay?” He questions when you don’t respond, diverting is doe orbs towards your direction.
“I’m leaving,” You say as your teeth immediately find their way towards your bottom lip, biting and peeling the skin off in apprehension.
“For university, i’m moving.” You continue, explaining yourself when he doesn’t display any type of reaction.
Mark finally lets out a small yet heavy “When” as his lips part, staring at you dispiritedly.
“This sunday.” You reply faintly after a pause.
“And you decide to tell me about it now? Three days before you leave?” Mark’s eyes go wide as his voice raises, visibly accustomed.
“Calm down.” You attempt to calm him down, though it doesn’t exactly work as he shouts even louder each time he parts his lips.
“Do you even care about my feelings?” Mark clamors.
“Mark, what are you saying?” You ask in incredulity, aching to believe you didn’t hear him accurately.
“Look Y/n, I support whatever you do. But not when you tell me right before it happens!” He continues as a scoff out of mockery follows his words.
“I’m sorry i just-” You start rambling, not having an idea on how to ease his emotions.
“A sorry doesn’t fix everything!” He extends, not allowing you to speak.
“I know-”
“Good that you know! I hope you don’t make the same mistake next time with someone else.”
“Someone else? Mark, are you seriously breaking up with me over this?” You ask as a feeling of overwhelming incredulity captures you. His words allow your eyes to widen as your lips part afterwards.
“What’s there to not break up over, Y/n? How do you expect to continue this once you’re away?” He shouts again, making you pause.
“Okay, i wish you the best.” You state with a shaky voice as tears commence to gliss up inside your eyes, causing them to look glossy. You try your best to not blink, holding your tears in.
You can’t cry. No, you can’t cry in front of him.
So you get up and leave.
--
You are still young.
Not everything lasts, not everything is meant to last.
Each moment is worth living without allowing a knot to form inside your stomach in worry. Experiences have reasons, purposes. So do you, you have a purpose. Cry your heart out after agonizing fights, laugh in delight with all you’ve got; enchanted in an overwhelming euphoria.
You are shaped by awkward encounters, innocently sheepish grins, pernicious altercations, anguished tears. Mistakes you make at eighteen become experiences you thank at thirty.
Sugary moments come to an end, so do the bitter ones. Nothing is permanent, nothing is promised. You can’t live with worry, you can’t live in pain.
Life is short, short enough for you to give each moment a chance. Short enough to feel everything, to live and not just exist.
Somewhere out there, there’s someone for you. Someone willing to cherish all your imperfections, someone willing to shower you in love as immense adoration dances in their sparkling orbs.
Love...love is alluring, fascinating, breathtakingly dazzling. There’s so much to explore within love, so much to explore within a person. New euphoric moments to be shared, new eyes to get lost in, new hearts to beat together.
Love with all you have, give people every ounce of what they deserve without worrying about the ending. Every moment comes to an end. Every kiss has a final share, every breakdown has a final tear.
There is a beginning to each journey, there’s also an ending to those journeys. No time is worth spending cooped up in your room with tears drenching on your features, no time is worth contemplating on whether or not to do something in worry.
Although this is an anguished ending to the previous chapter, it’s a sugary euphoric beginning for another one...
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After Youngdo picked up your son, you got ready. You could’ve came with him, but you had other plans. 
You felt as if you were getting ready for a date. I mean, that’s kind of the plan. In one way or another. 
As far as he knows, the plan is to drop off Youngjae at his house, where he’ll be watched by his grandma of course. Then, you two will meet at your spot to have a talk. Something you’ve been thinking about for quite a while now. 
You thought it would be a good idea to get something from the bakery, not exactly a cake since it’s not your anniversary, but Sohyun’s special cupcakes should do.
Quickly touching up your face and hair, you grabbed your things and headed out to go to 24/7 Heaven.
-
“Hey. Looks like you're in a good mood,” Yoongi says when you walk in. He was at the register this time.
“Going on a date, I guess you could say,” you tell him. His eyes go wide.
“Taehyung seriously never tells us anything anymore. No wonder he’s not here,” he says, shaking his head. You wave your hands at him, shaking your head as well.
“No no, it’s not with Taehyung,” you say, laughing awkwardly.
“Oh… okay. Youngdo?” He says, you nod your head.
“It’s a big day, I need some of Sohyun’s special cupcakes,” you say, looking around. Yoongi nods his head and goes over to take a box of them.
He kept quiet about what you just mentioned, telling you to enjoy your day instead.
You quickly pay and thank Yoongi, saying ‘I’ll see you later’ when you walk out. He smiles, waving back at you before sighing, turning to walk into the kitchen to tell Sohyun what had just happened.
-
When you got to the park where you and Youngdo were supposed to meet at, you took a deep breath, taking a look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing the box of cupcakes and heading out of your car.
Youngdo was sitting on the bench, on his phone, when he looked up to see you walking towards him, a smile on his face.
“You brought something?” He asks, reaching out for the box in your hand.
“Yeah, cupcakes,” you say, handing it to him.
“Ah, chocolate, my favorite. Sit down,” he says, and you sit down on the bench with him.
“Did you and Youngjae get home okay?” You start, taking one of the cupcakes out of the box. Youngdo nods. 
“Yeah, he was making cookies with mom before I left. He wants to watch movies tonight so he said he has to make snacks for us to eat,” he laughs. “We’re excited.” You couldn’t help but be happy for the two of them. It was pleasing to your ears to hear and your eyes to see how happy he genuinely was.
“I’m glad he’s enjoying it at your place,” you say. He nods, grabbing one of the cupcakes in his hand as well.
“So what did you want to talk about?” He asks. You laugh at his question.
“I thought you said you knew?”
-
“Is Hana with you?” Taehyung asks, talking to Yoongi on the phone. Yoongi chuckles at the end of the line.
“Hello to you too. Why aren’t you at work?”
“Answer my question first,” Taehyung says, clearly pouting.
“Taehyung you can’t just come to work whenever you want--”
“I told Sohyun that I’m having a bad day, she said I can have the day off,” Taehyung interrupts, the only thing he had in his mind was how you didn’t quite respond to his question about taking her out on a date yet. He’s feeling quite rejected.
“She really just lets you do whatever you want-- well…” Yoongi says, stopping when he realizes that she probably does that because he doesn’t work too well in the kitchen in the first place. “Anyways, Hana is at Namjoon’s. Why?”
“I miss hanging out with her. Basically all my nieces and nephews. I feel like I haven’t spent too much time with them because I’ve been with Yn and Youngjae lately. I would take all of them out but they outnumber me and I don’t think I can handle both Haneul and Mingyu at once, it would be even harder if I had all the kids with me. So I was going to go one by one, but I guess I’ll take Hana and Moonji out together. Is that okay hyung?”
“Yeah, that’s good with me, just make sure to ask Joon too. Don’t just kidnap the kids. But also, I like how you’re still attempting to maintain your job as the favorite uncle. Unlike your other j--”
“Okay bye hyung~”
-
“I’ve never been to this park,” Hana says, holding onto Taehyung’s hand as they take a walk through a new park.
“Me neither, it’s nice though right?” Taehyung says, Hana nods, and so does Moonji, who’s holding onto Taehyung’s other hand.
“Let’s sit there!” Hana yells, pointing to an empty bench under the beautiful trees.
“Good idea, we can have our lunch there.” Hana giggles, letting go of Taehyung’s hand and running to the bench before anyone can take it and Moonji follows along. 
“Uncle Taetae, kimbap please!” Moonji yells, holding her hands out. It’s a favorite snack among the group if you haven’t noticed. 
Taehyung takes his bag off, putting it on the bench and taking out a couple of bento boxes. He hands them to the kids and sits in between them. 
“Thank you!” The girls both yell. Taehyung’s heart instantly fluttered at his cute nieces. Oh how he missed spending time with them.
“Did you guys miss hanging out with me as much as I did with you?” He asks. Moonji nods her head.
“You don’t play with us that much anymore,” Hana says, popping a kimbap into her mouth with her little hands.
“You play with Youngjae more now,” Moonji adds on. Taehyung pouts.
“Do I really? I’m sorry,” he says, wrapping his arms around the two girls and pulling them close.
“I’ll make sure I hang out with all of you evenly, okay?” He says. Hana and Moonji nod excitedly, glad to have their uncle back.
Taehyung then hears a familiar laugh in the distance and his head unconsciously looks for the voice. Immediately landing on you.
You were facing a man and he knew right away who that man was. His heart sank a little. The two of you seemed to be on a date and you seemed to be enjoying it a lot. He realizes that that might be the reason why you didn’t respond to him.
“What are you looking at?” Hana asks, looking at the direction where Taehyung was looking. 
“Nothing,” he quickly says, grabbing her attention back to look at him. 
“I’m just thinking about how much more time I have now, to spend with you two,” he says, glancing back up at you. “That’s all.”
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I feel bad asking because I feel like you're probably tired of everyone being suddenly obsessed with your mpreg fic, but Imma try anyway: is there any chance you'd consider writing a little pregnant sex scene, with Sooga just lusting/obsessing over Kohga's giant tummy? I man, Sooga's breeding kink has got to be beyond satisfied now. With a side order of him talking to the babies and creeping Kohga out, because that image is, frankly, hilarious? XD
No no! Ask away for ANY of my fics! Seriously. Stroke my ego. Pls.
(no cap im amazed that out of ALL my fics, the one with preggy Kohga is the one people liked the most. Ya'll fucked. I love it)
"Move move move-"
Sooga didn't mean to be so rude, but in this crowded hallway, he had to be. Master Kohga was awaiting his dessert, and Sooga was running late (some issue with the ice that he SWORE he took care of earlier). Kohga had been greatly affected by the new pregnancy, mainly in temperament. He was bossier, louder, angrier than he had ever been. And Sooga loved waiting upon him. He made his way to his room, carefully opening the door with his tray in his hands. Kohga sat there, nude, save for his silk robe, and looking bigger than ever. He had his arms folded across his chest, clearly not happy.
"You took. SO long, Sooga."
"I apologize, there was a situation with the ice. But, it's here now. Please, enjoy."
Kohga accepted it from him, before turning the bowl over in his hands. If he accepted it, he’d eat it. If he didn’t, well. Sooga would feel his fury. He breathed a sigh of relief once Kohga started to tuck in, seeming to no longer be quite so angry. Sooga put his cup of tea next to him on the night stand. He made it extra hot, so it’d be just warm enough for him to properly enjoy it. Kohga stuffed his mouth full of his dessert, before sighing comfortably. Good, that was a sound that meant he wouldn’t get hit.
“Sooga.”
“Yes, Master Kohga?”
“You keep staring.”
“I...apologize. You being pregnant is still so jarring to me. You...look exactly how I pictured you.”
“Pfft. Simp.”
He chuckled, finishing off his ice cream, and handing the bowl to Sooga. Sooga took the bowl from him, and put it on the tray, right next to the tea. He was about to hand him the drink, before stopping.
“Master Kohga? You look sore. Would you like a massage?”
Kohga thought it over, before shrugging, putting his arms behind his head.
“Yeah. I’d like that actually. Dealing with this is hell.”
“I’m so sorry, my Master. Please, allow me to ease your poor aches.”
Sooga oiled up his hands, before crawling into bed. Due to his rather obvious belly, Sooga had to massage his hands, legs, and shoulders, rather than having him lay down on his back. Not that he minded. He liked seeing Master Kohga like this. Leaned back against his bed, surrounded by sheets and pillows, just letting himself be adored. Sooga's hands wandered from his shoulders, down to his hands. He held onto one of his hands, lightly massaging his fingers in his hands. It felt good, seeing his fiery husband all relaxed, all settled, all...incredible, really.
“About time you finally put some damn work in, Sooga. I was getting SO pissed after my video call with Mipha.”
“Did she say something rude?”
“No, she was hanging out with Revali, and HE called me a lazy ass. I told him ‘I made a lung, the fuck did YOU do today?’. Guy is so stuck up.”
“Crass as he may be, he has talents to back him up, Master Kohga. But of course, you’re in the right.”
“COURSE I’m in the-oh, that’s the spot~”
Sooga chuckled. His poor Master Kohga needed his knuckles cracked occasionally, and he could tell it made him feel SO much better.
“You needed that, poor thing.”
“Ugh, I really did. Now what do YOU need?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re gawking. You want something. I’m in a better mood, so what do you want?”
He loved how well Kohga knew him. He leaned up to him, lightly pushing his mask to the side. He pressed his lips right against his, and felt his body shiver once Kohga’s fingers lightly fumbled with his ears. He pulled away, trying not to show how excited he was from just a simple kiss.
“You. I want you. If I may be so humbled.”
“Can we even DO that?”
“We can, I asked Mipha.”
Kohga snorted, lightly shaking his head.
“Course YOU’D ask, pervert. Alright, alright. Come on then, ravage me~”
Oh this image would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. The sight of a nude, plump Kohga, arms spread out to embrace him, and a smirk at his lips. Was he a lucky man or what?
“With pleasure, my Master.”
He wrapped his arms around him, embracing him as he smothered his lips in his. He kept going for kiss after kiss, even while he pulled his already hard cock out. He had been aroused since he walked in, and suffice to say, he was plenty ready. He kept himself snuggled between Master Kohga’s legs, as he slowly pushed himself in. He was usually more romantic, but he couldn’t go through the slow process of prepping him, not today. Instead, he kept his hands on his hips, pulling and pushing him in rhythm to his own movements.
“Hoo, look at you today. It’s crazy, I can boss you around all day, and you can still get super hard for me at the end of the day.”
Sooga nodded, letting Kohga just sit there and watch. Kohga didn’t want to do any work aside from checking out Sooga’s frame, and Sooga didn’t mind at all.
“Always. I love it when you boss me around. It means you have a use of me. Means there’s a task for me, and only me. And I’d do anything for you.”
“Stop.”
Sooga whined as he forced himself to stop moving. His cock was already throbbing inside of him, and every fiber of his being hated not making love to him. 
“D-did I say something wrong?”
“No. You just whine when I make you stop, and it’s cute. Now, pump my cock for me. I’d do it, buuut well. You’re doing it for me.”
Sooga nodded, obeying him as he stroked his cock, nice and fast, just how he liked it. Kohga chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as he sat there, and enjoyed it. He looked right up at Sooga the whole time, letting him suffer. But Sooga didn’t mind. He liked knowing he was pleasing him. Pleasing not only his love, but the bearer of his children. Then Kohga snapped his fingers, and Sooga finally continued, thrusting himself into his ass while he continued to pump his cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Master Kohga. So precious to me.”
He buried his face in his neck, kissing at his bare, warm skin. His lips roamed from his neck, right down to his belly. Something about kissing them as he did...it did something to him. Kohga cried out as Sooga wasn’t being so gentle as he was a second ago, mainly in surprise.
“Geez Sooga, easy boy, easy!”
Kohga tried to hide his arousal in laughter, but Sooga knew better. The way he started to grumble, the way his grip on his body turned desperate.
“I can’t. I really can’t. Look at you. So beautiful, so full of life.”
“Oh. Oh god dammit this was a pregnancy kink-”
Sooga silenced his lips with a kiss, forcing his moans into his lips. Once he parted, Kohga rolled his eyes.
“You wanna fuck me because I’m pregnant. God dammit, Sooga, I thought you were gonna be fucking normal for once.”
“But you’re SO lovely! Look at you! You’re EVERYTHING I wanted! Not to mention ever since your pregnancy, you’ve been SO full of hormones. I can sense them. I can feel them. You’re so needy and demanding, I adore fulfilling every single need of yours. Be it food, massages, or this. I could make love to you for hours if you let me.”
Kohga wanted to tell him off, but god dammit how can you talk shit when you were getting a lovesick stud fucking you up the ass. He bit onto his knuckle, already feeling like he was leaking precum all over Sooga’s poor hand.
“Whatever, Sooga. Just finish me off, you know I get pissed when I don’t finish.”
“So angry~....do you think they’ll be angry too? How adorable, three fussy little ones!”
Sooga was somehow able to keep up the pace while he leaned down to kiss at his tummy.
“Are you three going to be a problem, just like your father? Are you going to be this cute? Are you going to be as cute as he is? I know the answer to the last one! Yes I do!”
Kohga smacked his face with his palm, sighing. God dammit, why did he have to make it weird when he was getting a full throbbing cock right up the ass.
“Sooga, I do NOT want to nut while you’re talking to three fucking fetusus.”
“But they’re precious! I love them! I love YOU! I care about nothing but the four of you!”
Kohga wanted to tell him to shut up, but Sooga let go of his hip, and smacked his ass. Not a weak smack either. A nice, hard smack that you knew was just going to leave a mark. It was just hard enough for Kohga to cum, getting his fluids all over Sooga’s hand. And Sooga, totally obsessed with his pregnant man, licked it all off his hand, as if it was fresh honey. Kohga sat there, heating up like a tea kettle, as Sooga sat there, awaiting further orders. Kohga nodded towards him.
“Alright, alright. You did good. You wanna finish inside?”
“...can I finish...outside?”
“Where are you-”
Kohga didn’t even know why he asked. He scoffed, and motioned with his hand for him to carry on. Sooga pulled out, and, making sure he didn’t put weight on Kohga, started to pump his cock. It was a slow, tedious stroking that Kohga had no idea how he got off to.
“You’re so full of beautiful life. Three CHILDREN. Oh fuck what if they’re all big, strong boys?”
Kohga mumbled some kind of insult, before he shook his head. Sooga’s ‘dad’ fetish was so fucking weird, he didn’t get it. But hey, he liked sounding and Sooga didn’t, they were both kinda fucking weird. So, might as well indulge him.
“Boys, girls, doesn’t matter does it? Because they’re OUR kids, and our family, and-”
Sooga wouldn’t even let him finish his sentence. He came with a swear, and came on his stomach. A big load at that, all over his stomach. Even then, Sooga wasn’t happy with just that, smearing the mess around with his cock. Kohga rolled his eyes, letting him have a moment to do his weird thing. After a second though, he snapped his fingers, getting his attention.
“You done?”
“I...yes. For the most part.”
“Good, I want a bath.”
“...can we stay for a minute?”
“Fucks sake-you can help me wash this off.”
“Deal.”
Sooga leaned down to kiss his lips, grinning from ear to ear.
“I love you all.”
“God you’re an idiot. Hurry up with the bath, I want extra bubbles.”
“Right away.”
Sooga kissed his stomach once more, before quickly jumping out of bed and into the bath. Kohga sighed, looking at his stomach.
“You guys make him so happy, it’s stupid. You better not steal my spotlight, any of you.”
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