#he starts to fumble and trips over himself quickly

[daily-hanamura]

[koishiro]

# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Maki Zenin, Satoru Gojo & Toge Inumaki

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Yuji

Yuji downright catches you two making out completely by accident. He borrowed a copy of a certain manga from megumi and planned to return it so when megumi told him just to bring it to his room to return it when he found the time, he not so subtly stumbled upon his two friends. Megumi was sat on his bed, you comfortably on his lap as sucked faces. His hands were rubbing your bad under your shirt, toying with the strap of your bra. Megumi’s hands moved to your hips to grind you on top of him.

Just as you were about to take the lead - “oh shit” stood at the entrance of your boyfriend’s door was non other than Yuji, eyes wide as he took in the position of you both. It took a few seconds of stuttered and jumbled up words only for megumi to grab a pillow and throw it in Yuji direction “piss off! Why don’t you knock next time?!” Narrowly missing the attack, yuji bent down to place the manga on the floor before quickly scurrying off in the furthest direction, “I’m so telling Gojo Sensei!”

Nobara

Nobara can tell straight off the bat just simply from the way you smile. “Why’re you smiling so damn much?” She’d ask, knowing damn well why. “Don’t I always smile this much?” Normally she’d agree until she sees the way your eyes flicker over to the table behind her, already imagining the love-stricken face a certain dark haired boy held. The next clue was the your reaction to a notification sounding on your phone, nearly diving for the device and soon followed by an even wider smile. “You’re practically glowing, you fucked already huh” whipping your head towards your friend you fumble over your words as a hue of pink stains your face - a dead giveaway. “that’s a sex glow if I’ve ever seen one”

Yuta

He is the one who keeps his nose out of everyone's business but even he couldn't help but feel intrigued when he noticed that Megumi had your scent on him one morning. Tasked with training with the first years, he was paired with Megumi. Battling back and forth caused the two to be within close proximity to each other, allowing Yuta to notice the whiff of perfume on Megumi’s uniform. Strange, where had he smelt that before? He’d find it strange how strong the scent was and took it upon himself to find out.

His opportunity arose on his walk through the school’s gardens, nearly knocking heads with you before he caught himself. Yuta didn’t even have time to open his mouth before a certain scent practically punched him in the face. And it certainly didn’t help when he was sat between you both on the field, overwhelmed with the mix of smells. “Do you guys swap deodorant or something?” Megumi just scrunched his eyebrows in frustration, his attention taken away from his book, “what the hell are you talking about now?” The irritation was clear in his voice as Yuta’s eyes flickered between you two. “You two smell like each other, why? You sleeping in the same bed or somethin’?”

Maki

Ohohoho she knew. Maki’s not stupid, she can see the way you both steal glances at each other, the secret smiles in the hallways, the ‘slick’ passing of notes… so when you start making excuses on days you’re due to train together she knew exactly where you’d be. “I’m really sorry but my mum asked me to head into Kyoto later to get something for her” another one of your white lies bled through your teeth. She just raised an eyebrow to your poor excuse. “A-ha, you heading there with your boytoy?” This of course caused you to trip over your words- “wha-I don’t-boyfriend? What’s that?” Only to receive a deadpan face in return.

Not only was that embarrassing enough but you just had to run into her in the hallways of your school - no less holding hands with your ‘boytoy’. “Oi name!” You heard from the other end of the hall, and unfortunately for megumi, causing your instincts to kick in. Quickly snatching your hand from his grasp you shoved him into a nearby classroom (hopefully not currently in use) followed by a crash bang - the tell tale signs of an upcoming injury and whiny boyfriend. “What was that?” Although she knew full well what - or who - that was. “Nothing! You’re seeing things!” You spat out in a panic. “Uh-huh, well tell megumi to come out when he has time, he has training with Gojo Sensei”

Gojo & Toge

Toge, the bastard, even though his speech fails him that doesn’t stop him from becoming the school’s gossip queen. Toge would be the one to tell everyone in the school group chat which of course includes Gojo which also leads the entirety of Japan to find out. And Gojo, oho Gojo, he’d make it his life mission to involve himself as much as possible in Megumi’s life. They’d actually work together; Toge would gather information and pass it on to his Sensei only for Gojo to use it against his son. They’d have their little gossip sesh during class of course, absolutely no shame whatsoever. But the way they found out was unfortunately unforgettable.

Walking into class after hours to get his pencil case that he mistakenly forgotten, Toge only walked in to find you sat on megumi’s desk with the boy sat on his chair with his head on your lap. Megumi had a girlfriend? Toge was almost convinced that he wasn’t into girls seeing as he paid no attention or care to the opposite sex. Oh how wrong he was. Of course he took a picture, what else was he supposed to do? Walk away? “Oh and what’s this?” Behind him of course was non other than the infamous six eyes - also his teacher. “Little Megumi’s not so little anymore huh”. If anyone were to see them they’d surely come off as creeps with Gojo’s tall frame shadowing Toge’s, both peeking through the screen door of the classroom. “Send me that picture won’t you?” Fortunately for them they didn’t make themselves noticeable, unfortunately for you word spread the next day.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I feel like I’m forgetting someone…

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[strawberrysainz]

paradise. carlos sainz jr (18+)

“ maybe it was a mistake asking your newly-single, extremely attractive childhood best friend to accompany you to an event. well, it happened anyway. ”

carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

a warning— nsfw!!!! please don’t interact with this work if you are under 18 🫶. alcohol consumption, profanity.

word count: 1.5k

wrote this one a bit differently — let me know if it works for ya or not xx

She called his name into the dim light of the passage of the house; she stared out at the first hint of the evening, the light catching her eyeshadow.

He peeked out from the door down the hallway, still fiddling with shirt buttons, hair damp. She smiles.

“Could you do up my dress?” She asks, and he nods, clearing his throat as he follows her back into the unfamiliar room to gaze into the full length mirror.

He finds himself thinking about her.

Her bare back is on display, and he blushed furiously as he studies the complicated hooks, slightly perplexed. He murmurs something about having much bigger hands than hers.

Her back flexes as she laughs, explaining something about a hook at the top which eases the process. His mind drifts far away as he studies the intimate picture of her back against the red silk, and she looks impossibly beautiful, her hair and her makeup. He has a small revelation he’s never had before, one she’s considered since she was fifteen, a childish longing that rushes throughout her body.

He manages to fumble his way up her back, brushing purposefully against it every few moments so he watches her skin become prickled at his touch. He enjoys it, slightly shocked at the feel of his pants tightening.

Eventually it’s finished, and she slides her arm around his waist momentarily as a thank you - the Arctic Monkeys are echoing out of her phone, he realised, Alex Turner’s voice achingly suggestive with the dark track.

He watches her bend down gently to put on her high heels before his mind drifts to a place that he is quickly scared out of by the thought of her father killing him if he found out. He mutters something about fifteen minutes before he rushes out the door, the music all he can hear.

❤️‍🔥🎶💃🪩🥀

She slides her arm around his waist as they exit the venue, the dark of the night making him taller and her more confident (but that might have had to do with three or four mixed drinks).

His hand grips her shoulder - she’s wearing his suit jacket, and her red lips move animatedly as they get to the car. His head is spinning with the shock of a newfound desire, and the way in which he knows her so well, so personally, makes it so much worse.

She laughs his name and hits his arm as he makes a joke about some people at the dance. She is staring at his hands on the steering wheel, lips parted slightly with the heaviness of want, eyes fluttering shut. He is achingly pretty in the dark.

She talks a bit more, the energy in the car thick, but not awkward. He murmurs something about how beautiful she looked today, and she smiles to herself with pink cheeks as she looks down at the pictures they took together. There’s one - he’s staring at her while she is laughing at the camera - that makes her feel strangely warm.

She picks some other generic ones - both smiling into the camera, smiling at each other - and sends it to both of their mothers. She adds one to her Instagram story, of her on her tiptoes kissing his cheek as he smiles at the camera warmly. People immediately start to reply to it, and a notification comes in as his mom writes something about how lovely they look with lots of emojis.

He talks then, about drama of people they both know, and she talks about the plans they have made for the rest of the week at his apartment, and they collaborate on a groceries list; she listens to the pauses in his voice, the smooth Spanish and the accented English, the roughness of his tone. He is a work of art, a soft, sweet man she has adored since she was a toddler, tripping over the grass, gasping for breath, him breezing by.

Eventually they’re back at this familiar home, and she has a fleeting thought of a dinner with him, coming back to their home, their kids, dogs, lovers, kissing…

She shakes her head, trying to snap out of it. This isn’t possible. He’s vulnerable, he has been broken up with.

He locks the front door and says her name quietly, and she turns around from the second step of the stairs, and she turns around, sliding the blazer off. The silk makes her look amazing, he reckons, a bit foggy with desire, and her heels click as she shifts to the other foot.

She tilts her head to the side; he has a fleeting desire to kiss her neck, holding back a groan at how gorgeous she looks. Carlos? She says quietly, and the straining in his dress pants, the innocent look on her face, it’s all too much.

He kisses her.

The sheer shock of his lips - this boy she’s known since she was still in nappies - against hers makes her gasp, which turns into some kind of relieving moan, which makes him grab her waist desperately.

She runs her hands through his hair, tugging a little; he moans into her hot mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck as he taps her hips - she jumps and squeals as he goes up the stairs, wrapping her arms around his hips. She feels him half hard beneath her - she smirks with satisfaction- and as they barely make it to the kitchen he puts her on the counter, kissing her softly.

He begins to unbutton his shirt as she shoves her bag and his blazer across the counter, and she is met by his lips again; she runs hands over his firm chest with a dirty smile. Her breath hitches as he runs a hand slowly, up and up her thigh, and she boldly gets off the counter to take off her dress, the silk sliding easily. She’s left in just her underwear, and no bra, and he is staring at her, eyes dark, lips parted.

She moves over to the couch after he does, moving to be on top of him, and she dry rides him for a second - his breath catches in his throat - before she leans in to kiss his neck. He is reaching for her, his lips going to meet a nipple in his mouth.

She’s whining sweetly, the noise going straight to his dick, and then she moans nearly pornographically when he sucks, and she’s wriggling beneath him, muttering a curse in Spanish- it’s a sound he could have never dreamed of hearing.

He continues for a short while until she’s moving to pull his cock out of his pants - a short pump makes him squirm under her touch. She lets him hold her hair back as she bends down to have him in her mouth. He grips her head, moaning at the sight of her red lips around him.

She’s nearly got him at the edge- it’s fucking embarrassing, noting that she’s only been at it for a minute or so - so he gently pushes her off him, going to slide off her panties, brushing her thighs, kissing them, breathing something about how sexy she is, and she’s writhing with pleasure as he pushes her back and his tongue makes her hands fumble, tugging his hair, her sweet moans make him more frantic, and her taste on his tongue, she’s whispering rapidly, that lipstick all over his chest, neck, dick, face…

Soon enough she’s moaning loudly, all wriggly in a way that makes him faint with desire, cumming on his tongue, and he continues to eat her out religiously, tasting her greedily, until she’s pushing him away with a gasp.

He scrambles for a condom in his wallet thrown on the coffee table.

After a moment, he moves to position himself to enter her- he looks down at her- to confirm - and she nods desperately, still flushed from her orgasm, hair splayed out, lipstick messy, eyes blown wide, staring at him. He leans in to kiss her, filled by an unusual warmth at their intimacy. She sinks down on his cock, her being overstimulated and him so, so desperate to feel her, results in them both moaning; she sticks her head in the crook of his neck as she rides him, kissing his neck, and he involuntarily thrusts up; she begins to moan as he hits a spot inside her she hasn’t felt before.

He kisses the top of her head - and they’re both too naïve to know that anything casual does not at all go like this - he’s thrusting and she’s moaning, whimpering, screaming his name as the long, thick strokes have them both seeing stars, her hands on his chest as they find each other.

He whispers promises of not much longer and she kisses him instead as he comes- the motion and the gasping, and the rough, quick, hard stuttering of his body makes her come too, and they both have their heads in the crook of each other’s necks as they breathe heavily; he finds her pretty lips with his stained red.

They don’t move at all, instead making out on the couch - she can never look at that couch the same again - and he bites her lower lip as she stares at him, wondering if their lives could ever be the same again.

For better or worse, they would not.

a LOT of yall have been asking for smut 🧐👍 so i’ve given it a go. lmk your thoughts please, it’s my first time publishing it lollll. hope you enjoyed.

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[hopelessrromantix]

kinktober day 10 boot riding

daddy kink, amab reader yes ill post the missing days i swear sjdkf

cis women dni

The longer you stayed at a party, the more boring it got.

Sure, getting drunk and high and fucking around with your classmates was a good time. But after hours of huddling together with sweaty drugged up teenagers and having generic music blasted into your ears, it got a bit boring.

But Billy always found a way to make it more entertaining. Normally by pulling off a rather impressive keg stand. For once, he’d offered to be the designated driver (mostly because you’d done it for the past four parties and refused to do it again), so you were downing your second drink, talking to some junior you barely knew. The buzz of a high was clouding your head, though it wasn’t enough to impair your judgment.

But apparently your boyfriend felt like pissing you off tonight.

Eventually the junior wandered off, probably to flirt with someone interested. Billy, on the other hand, was chatting up some girl from your math class. You didn’t remember her name, but you most certainly remembered the way she talked to Billy.

She gave a fake laugh, making sure to lean forward and give him a decent view of her cleavage. Not that you blamed her for trying to sleep with your boyfriend. Billy was pretty, and it’s not like she knew he had a boyfriend. So no, you didn’t hold any resentment toward the girl.

Billy, on the other hand, was in a world of hurt.

He had every chance to turn her down. Every chance to make up some half-assed excuse or just plain tell her he wasn’t into it. But no. He joked and gave her some cheesy pick-up line. The brat even had the nerve to look your way while he was doing so, giving you a wink.

You watched for a minute longer, waiting for him to make some excuse to leave. But when it was obvious he had no plans of doing so, you decided to step in for him.

“C’mon Hargrove, you’re my ride home.” Luckily your head was clear enough to make walking out easy.

Billy frowned, trying to look as disappointed as possible. “Already? But I was having fun!” The girl next to him looked sad as well, as if begging you to let him stay longer.

“Sorry, I gotta get up early tomorrow,” You said, shrugging. Tomorrow was Saturday, neither you nor Billy had anything to do. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Fine, buzzkill.”

Billy, tap dancing on your last nerve, gave the girl a wink, causing her to let out an airy giggle. You rolled your eyes, stomping out of the house. You could hear Billy mumble what was most certainly a sarcastic comment under his breath.

You sat in the passenger seat the second he opened the door, waiting as he slid into the driver’s seat a second later.

After a second of him realizing you weren’t going to speak, he started driving, the music from the party fading into the background as he did so.

“Your mom and that bastard home?” You knew the answer was no. He’d made quite a big deal about getting the house to himself while Neil dragged his step-mom and Max on a ‘family outing’. Even with Max asking, Billy was left home alone.

“No, why?” He asked, glancing over to you before his eyes returned to the road. He was perfectly aware of ‘why’, you knew that much.

“Gonna let me stay over, pretty boy?” You asked, your tone low. He nodded, quickly taking a turn to head toward his house.

The trip was short and Billy got out of the car almost immediately after you arrived. You chuckled at how eager he was, fumbling with his keys in an attempt to get in quicker.

You followed closely, heading to Billy’s room without much hesitation.

The second you got in, you closed the door, pressing Billy up against a wall.

“You got some fuckin’ nerve, Hargrove,” you spoke quietly and quickly, though you knew he heard you from how he shivered. “You tryna get my attention, or just tryna whore around with some poor girl, hm?”

He shook his head rapidly, gulping down a breath.

Billy tried his hand at being a brat often. Always teasing you, getting your attention in public. But the second you were behind closed doors, he practically melted.

“Words, baby boy.”

“No, Daddy.”

God he knew what buttons to press.

“Then why were you flirting?” You spoke softly, loving how his eyes glazed over with lust when you did so. “Giving her hope for no reason. That just seems mean, baby.”

He made a noise of disagreement, shaking his head again. “Didn’t mean to, just wanted your attention.”

You chuckled. “No, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you slammed your lips into his before he could. You took over the kiss quickly. His arms twined around your neck, one of yours on his hip and the other gripping his hair. You gave a soft tug to his hair, forcing a loud moan out of his throat.

You slotted one thigh between his legs, giving him the chance to messily rut against you. Both your pants were tight, his jeans no doubt uncomfortable at this point.

“Pleeease just fuck me.” He was practically begging, arms tightening around you. “Please, I’m sorry for flirting with her, I won’t do it again.”

You both knew damn well he’d do it again.

“I don’t think I feel like forgiving you yet, baby.” He huffed at your words, hips still moving against your clothed thigh.

“How about this,” You suggested. You placed your hands on his shoulders, lowering him to his knees and placing your boot between his legs. “You cum in under two minutes, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your damn name.”

He nodded rapidly, head collapsing into your leg.

He moved his hands towards his jeans, only stopping when you firmly questioned what he was doing.

"I can't use my hands?" He asked, looking slightly hopeful. As if he'd get off that easy.

“If you really want me to fuck you, you can cum like this.”

He paused for a moment. “Like ‘this’?”

You smirked, tilting his head up slightly with one finger. “You think you can cum in your jeans for me?”

He shivered, nodding fervently.

"Good boy."

He started off slow, moving his hips against the firm leather of your boot. It was just enough stimulation for his sensitive cock. He was burying his face into your jeans, mouthing at your dick over the fabric. You just let him, watching as he desperately tried to get you to force your cock down his throat.

"One minute left." He whimpered.

His thrusts sped up, messily humping your boot in an attempt to get off. Barely decipherable mumbles of "please" "Daddy" and "more" tumbled out his lips, the words jumbled together and high pitched.

"You gonna cum, whore?" You asked, spitting out the term as if it was his name. He moaned, nodding.

"Please can I? Please Daddy? Wanna cum for you so you'll fuck me, please?"

You'd barely said yes before he buried his face into your thigh, hips stuttering and slowing. Cum slowly seeped through the fabric of his boxers, and suddenly he was thankful you'd waited until he was home to ruin him.

"Good job handsome," you said, leaving down and placing a surprisingly soft kiss on his forehead. "You get your reward now."

He was practically buzzing already.

[cherrychilli]

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, P in V sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, public sex

Consider this: being Steve's "shy" girlfriend, all demure and unassuming to everyone else but that's not what you're really like. You're very much the opposite. Confident and just a little shameless when you're alone with Steve because he's the only one you feel completely comfortable with (not to mention he's the only one who makes you feel like a horny mess) But Steve's a sweetheart and a gentleman(and more than a little oblivious). Or at least he's trying to be but you make it nearly impossible for him to remain respectable with your many "subtle" advances.

Imagine testing his limits on a cute picnic date in a secluded little grassy clearing. The wind blowing up your pretty little sundress on occasion and you doing absolutely nothing to conceal your white lacy panties from his view as he's knelt down across from you, busy trying to set down a blanket. Of course he looks, eyes reflexively locking between your legs whenever your skirt billows out but he averts his gaze after a few seconds, mentally reminding himself that he shouldn't be ogling a sweet innocent thing like you.

You're pleased with the knowledge that a little glimpse of your underwear is enough to make his face flush the most adorable shade of red and render him a flustered, fumbling mess as he struggles to set up. But it isn't enough. You want to be held. touched. tasted. fucked.

You kneel facing Steve before bending over to pat the blanket down, appearing to be helpful. This time he can see right down the front of your low cut dress. No bra and one strap slipping down your shoulder. You peer up at him through your lashes, glossy lips stretching into a coy smile that ends up going unnoticed because he's taking in the sight of your necklace, the one he gifted you on your last date, glinting and dangling between your breasts. You're hoping it's enough to make him cave and meet you in the middle of the blanket. Make him inch closer until you can slant your lips over his but you're left wanting again when he pulls away, clearing his throat as he tries to occupy himself with the contents of the basket you packed for your trip and shield his growing boner.

You don't let it deter you for too long, intent on making it as hard as possible for your boyfriend to resist you much longer.

You try anything and everything to get the blood pumping straight to his cock, even if it seems a little ridiculous because it's just so much fun. You purposely let some of your water spill over the front of your dress so your nipples harden and show through the fabric, laughing it off with faux embarrassment when you exclaim, "oh no, I'm all wet!" and smirk to yourself with satisfaction when Steve chokes on his own water in response.

You follow that up later by letting your hands wander to dust the crumbs off Steve's thigh, intentionally skimming close to his crotch but its when you lick a stray dollop of jam off his finger that you can tell he's nearing his limit.

"Mm! Steve that tastes so good" you draw out in a tone that borders on lewd and he can't help it when he feels his cock kick up in response underneath his jeans.

"Picked a pretty great spot, didn't we?", he quickly attempts to distract himself with an abrupt change of topic but you sense another opportunity and reply just as quickly, "I know! it's so private, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd prefer it because I know you don't like crowds", he replies a little weakly, throat starting to feel raw from all his nervous swallowing.

You smile softly at his thoughtful comment but continue with your plan to wear him down. "I love it! No one around to intrude or...interrupt. Just the two of us".

You shift beside him, encouraging his eyeline to fall on your cleavage again.

"Uh...yeah" he replies distractedly, eyes fixed exactly where you wanted them.

"Not like that time at the movies", you remind him, referring to the group of girls sat behind you two last week who talked over the movie and kicked at the back of your seats.

"Out here there's no one around to bother. We can make as much noise as we like", you raise your eyebrows at him.

He feels overheated despite the summer breeze blowing and he can't help but wondering if you realize how suggestive you sound right now. It's taking every bit of his resolve not to pull your dress down and have you laid out beneath him on the checkered blanket. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, failing to suppress the image of those lace trimmed panties around your ankle and your head thrown back as you puff and pant at the way he's stretching you open.

You sigh, it was fun teasing him and playing your little games but you can't ignore the wet heat pooling in your panties any longer. Dropping the façade, you straddle his lap and place both of your palms on either side of Steve's face, trapping his gaze with your own. He says nothing, only staring up at you with widened eyes, too taken aback by your sudden reaction.

"Stevie, do you like me?" you ask frankly.

"wh- of course!" he blurts out a little louder than he'd intended.

"Do you find me attractive?", you already know the answer to that given the obvious bulge you're currently sat on but you ask it more so in an effort to help him from holding back any longer.

"Baby, I think you're beautiful", he replies truthfully.

You smile down at him fondly and then with the same sweet expression you remove your hands from his face to pick up your skirt, giving him a clear and up close view of your underwear, material now translucent with your slick and staining the front of his jeans.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He feels as if he might flatline. Having his sweet girl perched in his lap all wet and needy for him out here in the open, practically throwing herself at him all afternoon. Why the fuck hadn't he realized sooner?

"Yes- fuck, yes", he strains.

You let your skirt drop to wrap your arms around his neck, lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,

"Good. Because I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now"

***

Rays of sunlight filter through the overhead trees down on to your exposed tits while Steve lifts the skirt of your dress up so he can watch his cock sink into your cunt with every frenzied bounce you can muster. He bunches the material in his hands, palms settling around your waist to force you down his length harder.

"Stevie, oh fuck- promise you wont make me wait this long again?" you mewl out, between choked sobs.

"Fuck, baby I promise", he grits out, lost to the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him and the sight of your cream coating his cock.

"You going to give it to me when I need it?", you whimper out desperately.

"Yes, angel- shit- I'm going to give it to you just how you need it, whenever you need it"

(I realize I wrote Steve as more reserved than I usually write him but there's just something about a flustered Steve that makes me want to ride the absolute fuck out of him)

[shoyogun]

vocal

timeskip! ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

w/c: 1.4k

genre: smut, slice of life-ish

warnings: nsfw, petnames (baby, angel, honey), slight ddgg, watersports, creampie, not proofread(sorry T-T)

a/n: first smut post!! hope you like it!!! let me know if I missed any warnings

outside of your little “couple bubble,” anyone with eyes and ears would describe ushijima wakatoshi as quiet and reserved. he keeps to himself and appears as a man who only lives and breathes volleyball. at least that’s what the press says because they can never get an interview with him before or after a game. 

you, on the other hand, have the privilege to actually hear how vocal he is. 

he rushed home as soon as he could after a particularly exquisite game. kageyama’s sets were perfect and ushijima’s spikes landed every single time. when the game ended, he was high on adrenaline and all he wanted was you. 

the amount of time it took for him to gather his belongings, walk to the parking lot, and drive back to your shared home was much too long. he couldn’t wait to walk through that door and see you in nothing but his jersey and your favorite pajama shorts, as per your game day rituals. 

after tripping up the stairs and fumbling the keys a little, he finally got that damned door open, and before he could call out for you or take his shoes off, he felt you jump into his arms. when he caught you, his hands settled on the softness of your ass and he began to slowly knead–need.  

“congratulations, baby,” you started and then followed by trailing soft kisses up his neck. 

“thank you, baby. couldn’t have done it without you, though.” he finished saying that last part by giving your ass a hard squeeze. 

“i s’pose, i s’pose,” you reply smugly before finally planting a kiss on his lips; the prize for true champions, he believes. 

as he deepens the kiss, he also manages to pop his shoes off with his heels and lead the pair of you to the bedroom. you take the time to run your hands up and down his torso, some of his most sensitive parts. wakatoshi is not the whimpering or whining type, of course not, but he’s a hummer and is never scared to let a hmm or haaah out while you take your sweet time just touching him. and you haven’t even gotten under his shirt yet. 

when the pair of you finally arrive in the bedroom, he lays you gently on your bed and begins working on your neck with sucking and biting. while his lips pay attention to your neck, his hands busy themselves with your tits, coming up and alternating between lightly and hardly squeezing the flesh.

“fuck, baby. missed you s’ much,” he says into your ear. you laugh at that a little because you really just haven’t seen him since that morning. 

“missed you, too, toshi,” you reply before using your hands to bring his face back in front of yours to kiss him. he’s careful when moving more on top of you, and is strategic when he places his knee between your thighs, slowly grinding into you. ushijima kisses you through your moans, and as if this weren’t enough stimulation for you, the hands you had forgotten were on your tits start moving again, but this time to pinch and tease at your pert nipples. he knew he was doing a good job at making you feel good because you were having a hard time kissing him back. 

on other days, you two would take more time with the foreplay, but as soon as ushijima utters, “need to be inside, angel” you quickly take your clothes off and help him with his, telling him to “hurry up and put it in, daddy. need it.”  he lets out a deep groan at the use of the name, because you know how much it turns him on– not that that was even necessary anymore. 

he flips you over by your hips and then runs a hand down the spine of your back, with you immediately knowing how he likes it arched, baring your pussy to him. he takes a moment to appreciate this beautiful sight of you. 

“you’re so gorgeous, love,” he praises as his hands runs from your back to over your ass, and then to the point of your leg where ass meets thigh. from that point, he takes his thumb and runs it down your cunt. “and so wet too, baby.”

you shiver at the sensation and wishing for more. you lean back to gain more contact with his thumb. he pulls away and tuts his tongue at you. 

“gonna take care of you real soon, baby. no need to be so impatient.”

he gives your ass a quick spank before positioning his length at your hole. he’s sure to move inside slowly, giving you enough time to adjust. no matter how many times you guys have had sex, you will never ever get used to that delicious burn when he first puts it in. 

“aaanhng so– good, daddy,” you praise him. 

“yeah? that good for you, baby?”

“mhm,” you hum.

he gives your ass a hard spank. “oh, you know better than that, angel.” spank

you jump up at the feeling of him slapping your ass, before responding, “yes, daddy.”

ushijima begins to move faster and harder into you, getting lost in the feeling of your pussy. he’s so focused he has a vice grip on both of your hips. wanting to feel more of you, he reaches for the front of your neck and brings you up so your back is flush with his chest. he gives your neck a couple kisses before continuing his exploration of your body. he keeps his left hand on your stomach to keep you still, but his right hand is grasping your breast, fondling it before pinching and twisting your nipple between his pointer and thumb. he has to remember to give these more attention next time. 

it’s not long before his hand travels more south until he’s rubbing at your oh-so-swollen clit. you’re a moaning mess at this point, not even able to speak. it doesn’t help that he decides to flip you back over onto your back, and have your legs come over his shoulders, as he starts pistoning in and out of you, still sure to keep contact with your clit, knowing that’ll push you right over. 

“fuuuu…daddy– g’na make a mess,” you tell him.

“i know, baby. be a good girl and let it all out, ok?”

only moments after are you squirting on his dick.

“haaah that’s it. you’re such a good girl, angel,” he says without stopping. “i’m gonna cum soon, ok baby? can you keep going for me?” you respond with a nod. 

he lowers your legs from his shoulders and has you settle them around his waist. the pace he continues to go at is still relentless as he chases his high, and it’s enough for you to cum another time. when his rhythm becomes sporadic and he’s grunting and moaning into the air, he asks so prettily, “oh baby can i please cum inside?” i mean how could you say no when he asks so nicely? still unable to speak, your reply is another nod. ushijima finishes inside of you and he can feel that you’ve finished for a second time. he doesn’t pull out for a couple minutes, showering you with love and affection, making sure you’ve come down to a good place. 

he especially knows you enjoy it when he whispers you did such a good job, my love and i love you, angel and how about i run you a nice hot bath?

he eventually pulls out and quickly runs to the bathroom to grab a warm towel, run it under some hot water, and start your bath. when he comes back to you, he gently wipes at the mess between your legs, placing soft kisses all along the appendages.

when ushijima is done cleaning you up, he carries you to the bathroom where he has to place you on the cold countertop because the bath is not yet ready. 

“eucalyptus mint or lavender, baby?” he says, considering the contents of the cabinet 

“hmm… lavender, please, baby.”

he adds the gel to the running water and as soon as enough bubbles have formed, he helps you down the counter and into the bath. when he gets in behind you, he encircles his arms around your waist and you immediately melt into him. 

“how was the game, honey?” you ask and he spends the rest of the bath explaining in extreme detail the events of the game. 

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Professor Kink/AU: (prompt list here)

- Steven Grant thought there was no greater joy or honour in teaching young minds about ancient Egyptian history, and then he started teaching you.

- He had seen flocks of enthusiastic young people come and go from his halls over the last few years of teaching, and sure he'd had a few favourites here and there, but nothing compared to the first time his eyes locked on yours from behind his lectern. It was embarrassing how quickly he tripped up his speech as his eyes lingered on yours, unable to look away from the unique sparkle that flickered so clearly in them. He tried to remember where he got to in his introduction, blush rushing up his cheeks as his heart sped up far more than his usual presenting nerves, and when he watched you smile at the way he fumbled through his first attempt at a joke he started to think maybe this is what love at first sight must feel like.

- When you found him after class and asked one of the most creative questions he'd ever heard from a student in his years of teaching he couldn't quite believe how exhilarating it was to talk to you, butterflies stirring up inside him as if he'd made an instant old friend. He bit back his tongue as the thought of asking you to continue this conversation over dinner crossed his mind, trying to remind himself of his position as your professor despite how easy it was to view you as his true equal.

- You had been feeling more than a little frustrated that you had to take at least one history module as part of your studies, but at least Ancient Egypt had been your favourite time period when you were learning history in school. And when you noticed your adorably handsome professor stumble over his words with a sly smile when he caught your eye, you were pretty sure you'd never miss a lecture again.

- You'd find reasons to talk to him after class or during his office hours, and he'd send you articles or podcasts he thought you'd find interesting, telling you to call him any time to discuss your thoughts. He wanted to pretend that the power imbalance wasn't any part of his blatant attraction to you, but he couldn't ignore the way his pulse raced every time you called him professor. And finally as the spring turned to summer and you started wearing your favourite short dresses to his class, watching the way your legs would float down the stairs as you found a seat about halfway back, he knew he wasn't going to be able to wait until you graduated before he finally told you how he felt.

- It wasn't unusual for him to ask you to come to his office out of hours, usually just for an academic discussion over a cup of tea that inevitably turned to the two of you sharing more and more personal stories. But on this day you were greeted by a glass of wine and a bouquet of roses, rather than an academic text. He looked almost pale as he stumbled through the sweet confession that he had never felt like this before, and even though he knew it was improper, he couldn't bring himself to wait another minute to tell you how he felt.

- As he stares at you with the most hopeful eyes, you'd lunge forwards, wrapping your arms around his neck before landing your lips on his, finally giving him the sweetest relief of knowing how it feels to kiss you. He'd be so gentlemanly that first night, insisting he takes you on a real date so he can prove this isn't just a torrid love affair to him. You'd reluctantly agree to wait a little longer to rip his clothes off, surprised by the nervous giggle he'd let out in response, grabbing his keys so he can take you somewhere far enough away that you won't see anyone else from the university.

- A discussion over drinks with your fingers intertwined would feel more natural and comfortable than any interaction sweet Steven had ever had, as when you whisper in his ear that your ready for 'his private office hours, Professor' he'd be on his feet so quickly you'd have to stop him for tumbling over himself.

- That night, and every moment after, his office becomes his favourite place to be close to you. He takes so much joy in bending you over his desk and flipping up the skirt he's spent all lecture admiring. He makes sure to sink to his knees and run his tongue over your slit until he can feel your arousal dripping down his chin, wanting to treat you the way only an older man will, a tinge of insecurity running through him when he sees you talk to any of the idiot boys your own age around campus. When he starts slamming into you from behind he'll insist you call him professor, a swift palm slapping your ass if his first name leaves your lips. Sometimes he'll have you sit straddling his lap in his expensive leather armchair, instructing you to ride his thigh until he can see a glistening trail forming across his corduroy slacks, feeling both powerful and completely under your control.

- As much as he pretends there isn't something so fucking hot about being in a position of authority over you, when you come into his office asking for extra credit, you can guarantee he won't exactly have you writing an essay for him. Instead he'll take something else he wants from you, tossing all the papers off his desk and lifting you onto it, pulling off your clothes deliberately slowly so he can graze you with a dozen teasing touches before he instructs you to lie back and stay still for him. Still fully dressed he slides open a desk drawer, pulling out a small vibrator you're pretty sure he stole from your dorm room.

"Given you're already a star pupil, you're going to have to be really good for me to get some extra credit love."

"I'll do anything you want, Professor." Your voice quivers as he runs a finger slowly up your inner thigh, watching your chest rise and fall in response.

"I'll give you ten percent on the assignment for everytime you come for me." Before you can negotiate the details his fingers are rubbing over your clit ever so gently, and your body seems more than ready to give him anything he asks for. It takes almost all night, the first two coming quickly as he works his fingers over your entrance, only slipping his fingers inside for number three when your legs start twitching and trembling with every slight change in his movement.

"You're doing so well, gorgeous, already 30% through your extra credit assignment. But we've still got a long way to go." You can see the mischievous glint in his eye and swallow hard, already starting to feel overwhelmed by the way he expertly manipulates your body. Soon his tongue is nestled between your legs while his fingertips tweak your nipples, the extra sensation quickly driving you to the 50% point, starting to feel a bit unsure of how much more of this your overstimulated body can take. As you try and catch your breath, coming down from your latest high, you suddenly hear the buzz of vibrations as Steven slides the small device over your slick entrance, even the softest setting feeling overwhelming when you're already so wet and sensitive. You feel Steven start using his considerable strength to keep your hips pressed firmly against his desk, no respite or escape as the pressure inside you starts to climb again. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you start think there's no way you can come again, and you whimper out his name so softly you almost don't think he hears you, until you feel the intensity between your legs shift up a gear, making your whole body spasm in blissful agony.

"Now now, good girls don't call their professors by their first name. You're going to have to be more careful or I'll have to start counting again from zero." You can tell from his grin that he'd do it, finding unparalleled joy in forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you and watching you struggle to hold yourself together as you leak more and more across his desk and flinch at even the gentlest touch. You bite back your tongue as he works to make you cum twice more, finally pleading with him to give you a break, to let you take 80% on the assignment.

"Come on sweetheart, you're so close to full marks, I know you can give me just a couple more. You're doing so well for me. I just want to feel how good I've made you feel." You hear him unbuckle his belt as he coos softly at you, waiting for you to tentatively nod your head before his whole body is onto top of you, keeping you exactly where he wants you as slams into you with no mercy until finally you give him everything he wants and more.

- Luckily you have a chance to get him back a couple of weeks later, when your makeout session gets cut short by another student coming in to ask a genuine question. Steven doesn't think twice about the way you hide under his desk to give him some privacy, that is until he realises his trousers are still undone and you're planning on taking full advantage of that. He keeps his eyes trained on the student in front of him as he feels your tongue lap as his tip, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair in a desperate attempt to remain composed. He manages okay as you run your tongue over the length of him, but when you give him no warning and slide him between your lips straight to the back of your throat he has to stifle an uncontrollable groan and awkwardly blame it on a stomach ache. His hips start twitching in his seat as you suck him as hard and fast as you can without making a sound, and as you start to feel his stomach muscles tense under your touch you notice Steven shooting you a startled look whenever he thinks he can. You don't pay him any notice, choking him back and running your hands over his lap and stomach until you watch his eyes clench shut and feel the taste of him spilling over your tongue, impressed by how quickly he blames his reaction on the fact that he must be coming down with something. When finally the student leaves and you two are alone once again, Steven sinks to his knees with the biggest smile on his face, telling you 'Just how brilliant you are, even if you will absolutely be the death of him.'

- With his own student days being far more tame and isolated than he would have liked, Steven feels like he's making up for lost time in the sweetest way when he sneaks into your dorm room for the night, or finds some weak excuse to attend a student party just so he can spend the night somewhere fun with you. He'll find excuses to bring you to the events in his calendar too, saying he's making a tradition of bringing his best students to events, even if it's always just you held tight by his side in a dress he genuinely forgets how to breathe around when he first sees you.

- While he may have a huge professor kink thanks to you, and gain some thrill in sneaking around with his reputation on the line, he also can't help but daydream about a time after your graduation when the two of you won't have to sneak any more and he'll be free to walk hand in hand with you everywhere to two of you want to go.

[viperrot]

I also have a small request if possible. I'm thinking of something with old Leon x single mother reader. Leon is moving to a new neighborhood for a while and his neighbor is reader. I was thinking that the reader's daughter (possibly 2-3 years old) would see him once and be crazy about him, screaming all day that she wants to touch his hair 🤭🤭. And Leon being... well, Leon doesn't know how to react, but he starts to like the little one and little by little falls in love with the reader. I was thinking damnation Leon (he deserves so much love ugh😔🤭). Further, I'll leave it up to you to develop the story as you want. Kissss 😘😘😘😘

P.S. I love your stories❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

⇁apple pie | leon kennedy

Post RE4 leon s. kennedy x single-mother!reader

there's a new person living in the house next door, and your daughter is incredibly excited to make a new friend. so, what better way to welcome him than with a pie?

content includes: strangers to friends (to lovers)?, leon trying to be normal and failing, who let this guy talk to women?, reader checks out leon oops!, reader is described as feminine-dressed, reader is called momma, reader and baby is implied to be of asian background oops sorry i am asian so this just happened very naturally and i am a slave to my brain + too lazy to change it

not proofread i am sleepy

2497 words

song rec: "love me" by elvis presley

this is written with Vendetta, Damnation, and ID! leon in mind. i recently hung out with my little niece, who is named mei, so i just decided to name the little one mei as well! hope you enjoy, anon ^w^

"Momma, momma!" you hear your little one yelp from the front yard. You look up from your dishes, confused and fearful that your precious daughter had injured herself. Peeping out the window right above your sink, you immediately spot your tiny child pointing to her right with a sparkling eyes, her chubby little fingers extending as far as they could. You cock your head questioningly as you walk towards the wide-open front door to check what she was trying to show you, your hands patting against the fabric of your dress as you stepped out onto your wrap-around porch.

Hiding behind the vines of your overhead plants, you squint between the leaves to try and get a look of what your daughter, Mei, was trying to show you. Slowly, you make out what seems to be a man fumbling with his keys. His cocoa coloured hair swayed as his clumsily handled his keys in front of his door, his jaw tightening as he grew increasingly frustrated with himself. You watch him curiously, unknowing of your little one stumbling across the yard and onto the porch the stranger stood at.

"W-what the-" you hear the man stutter, dropping his keys as he frantically looks down at his feet. You can feel the corners of your eyes crinkle as you try to get a better look from the vines of your precious plants, and you realize that Mei had found herself tugging at the man's pants. You gasp and trip your way over to the front of his house, shoeless with your apron practically falling off.

"Mei-Mei, you can't just run after strangers!" You grow embarrassed the closer you get to them. You stood just in front of the porch when you finally get a good look of the man.

Your cherub of a daughter is basically climbing the poor man at this point, jumping up and down at his feet as she bumbles out her baby-gibberish—things like "Hair! Hair!" and "Do you like pie? Hey, mister! Pie?" coming out in one long string of rambling. Quickly, you go up the small set of steps and pick up Mei by the waist, tucking her into yourself as you sheepishly apologize to the stranger.

"I-I am so so so so sorry, sir, I didn't realize she was so excited to see you," you stammer out, trying to contain the little babe that was trying to climb out of your arms.

The man in front of you is gorgeous, standing at six-feet-two with those heavy boots of his. His dark brown hair framed his face to accentuate the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones, the deep blue of eyes piercing through your body as if you were simply a window. He stood tall and stiff, chest slightly puffed out in his black leather jacket and white t-shirt combo. The denim jeans he wore did nothing to hide his legs, the bulge of his thighs almost giving you whiplash. His eyes lock onto yours, his plump lips slightly parted.

“It’s alright,” he grunts. “She’s just a kid,” the man nods at the cooing cherub in your arms, who was craning her body backwards with her arms stretched out in attempt to touch his hair.

“S-still, I should have been watching her. Sh-she isn’t normally so… uh…”

“Excited? It’s alright, ma’am,” he lets out a soft chuckle, his head shaking side-to-side. You feel a blush begin to dust over your cheeks, and begin to to step backward.

“Y-yeah, excited. Anyways,” you clear your throat. “I’m still sorry. I-if you need anything, I’m right next door!” You bow slightly before booking it back to your home, bare feet treading against the lawn connecting the houses together. You feel a bit guilty for not introducing yourself to him, but you were so embarrassed by Mei, you couldn’t help but run away.

“Momma, go back! Back!” Mei began to cry, her lip quivering as she looked over your shoulder. Her little arms reached for the stranger, who was watching from his porch.

The door shut behind you, and your daughter let the tears flow. Distraught, you set your little one down on the couch just a few steps away from the door and dragged your thumbs across the apples of her cheeks, asking her softly about what was wrong. Mei hiccuped and sniffled, snot smearing across her tiny lips as she cried.

“What’s wrong, Mei-Mei?” You frown, bringing your apron up to her flat little nose to wipe away the boogers. She trembles as you comfort her.

“I-I wanna touch his hair,” she sniffles, her tiny palms rubbing against her cheeks to wipe the tears. “Can we p-please see him again, Momma,” Mei’s frown deepens, and you feel your heart break at the sight.

“Mei-Mei, he’s a stranger. We can’t talk to strangers—especially not ones who don’t seem to want to talk to us,” you explain to the child. Tears continue to fall.

“B-but, Momma-“

“Mei-Mei,” you sigh tiredly, unable to resist your sweet daughter. “How about this—if you help me make it, we can bake a pie for the mister tomorrow and maybe we can see him again, okay?” Your daughter visibly perks up at this, the waterworks ceasing as she looks up at you with her sparkling eyes.

“Really!? Do you promise, Momma!?” She gasps, her chubby hands squeezing her cheeks with excitement. You nod at her with a gentle smile, and she jumps out of her spot on the couch, flailing around the living room like a wound-up puppy.

Mei wouldn’t stop talking about the man for the rest of the night.

"This one! Oh, oh, no, I meant... this one!"

"Sweetheart, these are too red. We need green ones."

"But... these are green, Momma?"

"Oh dear..." you sigh heavily, taking the Fuji apple out of Mei's hands and setting it in your cart. "Stay close to me okay, Mei-Mei?" You tug at the little cowlick on top of her head softly, making sure she understood to not run off. She let's out a little noise of understanding and keeps a tight fist on the end of your dress, trailing behind you as you searched for the greenest apples you could find.

The drive home from the grocery store was filled with questions you didn't know how to answer. Things like...

"Do you think the mister likes My Little Pony?"

"I wonder if mister has any pets. He looks like he has a chihuahua!"

"If mister had a cutie mark, what do you think it'd be, Momma?"

And other weird things a child would ask. You tried your best to answer each question, but everything just leaded to another awfully confusing query. As you pulled the car into the driveway, you notice the sexy motorbike in the new neighbour's own, the black finish shining beneath the morning sun. You get out of the car, helping Mei right after before grabbing the groceries from the trunk of your two-thousand-five Honda Accord.

You unlock the door of your sweet little home, pushing it wide open with a bump of your hip. Mei skips inside, a small toy of Fluttershy in her hand and a plastic bag containing her "element of harmony" (a single red delicious apple, which is apparently the "honesty" element, or something along that line) in the other. The door clicks shut behind you two, and you trip into the kitchen after you kick off your shoes. Setting the bags down on the counter, you sort out the groceries before calling for your little one.

"Mei-Mei! It's time to start baking, sweetie," you hear her clumsy feet tip-tap against the hardwood and smile brightly when her head peeps into the kitchen. Her honesty apple was clutched tight in her hands as she walked up to you giddily, excited to get to work. You pick her up and set her on top of the clear section of the counter.

You trust Mei with measuring the dry ingredients, with some supervision of course. Together, you make the pie crust and allow it to chill in the fridge as you make the filling. Mei is in the living room at this point, eyes glued to the television as she embarks on a friendship adventure with her pony friends.

Silently humming a nameless tune to yourself, you peel and core the small Granny Smith apples, dicing them into little cubes before setting them in a brown-sugar mixture. By noon, you had shaped the pies into the shape everyone knows them to be—apple shaped apple pies!

The delicate little balls were placed on the baking tray carefully, not wanting to ruin the perfect shape. You brushed the tops with an egg-yolk-and-water mixture before putting the cute pies into the oven, setting a timer for 15 minutes. Proud of yourself for cleaning up the generous mess in your beloved kitchen, you open up the window above the sink to let the air in.

While you lounged on the couch with your beloved little dumpling, you're unknowing to the man next door, tinkering away beneath his ebony Dodge Coronet 440. The scent of the sweet apple pie wafted to his nose, making him stop his repairs on his old model. Shaking his head, he tries to ignore the temptation to knock on his pretty neighbour's front door and ask for a slice.

The heat from the oven tickled your face as you carefully pulled the baking sheet out of the contraption, setting it down on the kitchen counter that was covered with a washcloth to avoid damaging the countertop. Mei watched you with a square-shaped tupperware in her chubby hands, eager to get the pie to the stranger next door.

You slide the oven-mittens off your hands and proudly look at your apple-apple-pies. Turning your attention to Mei, you pick her up so she can look too.

"Aren't they pretty, puddin'?" You coo. "You made these!" Mei claps her hands together happily, tupperware long forgotten with stars in her eyes as she beams at the sight of the apple-apple-pies.

"Can we take it to mister now?" the babe pratically vibrates in your grip with excitement. You nod at her and set her down on the floor, deciding to fish out a new tupperware box from one of your cabinets. When you find one of the proper size, you pack up one of the pies before you usher Mei out of the door after putting on your shoes, handing the container to her to carry.

Walking across the lawn, Mei immediately notices the open garage and makes a beeline towards the mass of legs beneath a black vintage car.

"Mister!! Mister!!!!" she practically yells, stomping over to the man beneath the car.

You can't help but admire the sight of the stranger. His thighs were practically ripping the denim of his jeans how tight they were on him, his white tank-top creeping up his stomach to reveal a small patch of hair just below his belly-button. With a grunt, he slides out from beneath the Dodge model, grease staining his entire upper body.

"Hey...?" He looks up at his from his spot on the ground, rubbing the stubble on his chin confused as he sits straight on the concrete.

"H-hi," you wave awkwardly, standing a safe distance away from him with Mei. You crouch down to your daughters level. "My daughter helped me make a pie for you as a little welcome gift. Go on, sweetheart," you pat her back softly, urging her to walk up to the newcomer. Like an excited puppy, Mei marches over to the handsome man, presenting the tupperware to him like a trophy.

"My momma put lotsa love into this, so you better like it, mister!" she demands, and the man chuckles softly at the order.

"I definitely will, kiddo. Apple pie's my favourite," he smiles gently before setting his sights on you. His blue eyes were illuminated perfectly by the sun as he looked over to you. "Thank you. My name's Leon, by the way. Uh, Leon Kennedy," he nods over at you as he takes the container from Mei's hands.

"O-oh, right! We didn't really introduce ourselves yesterday," you blush, fiddling with the hem of your blouse. You quickly introduce yourself and your daughter, stuttering all the while. It had been quite a long time since you had spoken to a man.

"Nice to meet you," Leon lets out a low laugh as he looks down at the pie. His eyes widen when he realizes it's shaped like an actual apple, but he makes no move to say anything as a twinge of pink crawls up his neck. "This looks... delicious," he drools, and you thank him for the compliment.

"Best eat it now! It's tastes the best when it's fresh," you smile, and he hums in response.

"U-uh, I think I'll eat it now, actually. Needed to take a break anywa-ngh—!" Mei slams her pudgy palm on top of Leon's mop of brown hair, causing the poor man to grunt. It didn't hurt, but it clearly caught him by surprise. You panic just like the day before and attempt to pull your cherub away from your neighbour, embarrassment filling your body.

"Mei-Mei! I told you that you can't just touch people like that!" You scold her lightly.

"Agh, don't yell at her—It's alright," the brunette assures you, standing up. His boots click against the concrete as he stands close.

"Please, excuse her, she's just very excited to have a new friend."

"Hey, hey—it's fine. Here," Leon ducks his head down enough for Mei to reach out. She turns her body in your arms, hands outstretching to thread into the man's hair. Unconsciously, you move closer to Leon as your daughter plays with his hair. The sight made your heart melt.

When Mei has her fill, Leon stands straight and gives you a warm smile. He has a look in his eyes you couldn't quite place, but you choose not to think about it.

"I, uhm..." you think of what to say, your eyes darting from each feature on his stubbly face. "We won't bother you now. I-if you need, something, we'll be a knock away!" you nervously ramble, slowly backing away from the gentleman.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," he coughs out, a dust of pink brushing the tip of nose. Leon watches as you turn your back to him, wiggling his fingers at the little one that waved at him from your shoulders. He walks over to the tupperware sitting on the floor of his garage after you walk into your house, entering his own with the pie in his hands.

You don't know about how the tupperware was licked clean, not even a crumb of the crust to be seen as the container is left on Leon's dining table. The next day, a knock on your door distracts you from your dishwashing.

He wasn't lying about apple pie being his favourite.

yeah im definitely going to turn this into a fic series or something i love domestic fluff i am so normal about dilf leon IM MAKING THIS HAPPEN

[ash5monster01]

Streetlife Serenade

Chapter Three - Weekend Song 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, money struggles, emotional vulnerability, mentions of sleeping together, minor language, just two kids in love.

Summary: You and Steve finally both get a weekend off of work and Steve wastes no time taking you on a little getaway for just the two of you. It may not be much but it’s enough.

word count: 2.5k

Two ←→ Four

Masterlist

Winter 1986

If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right

Steve can’t tear his eyes away from the clock. It had been like this his entire shift. Robin had already yelled at him twice for not helping her restock but how could he? How could he do something as mundane as putting movies on a shelf when he knew in just two hours you will be standing at your door and ready to go?

He had been working to hard anyway, picking up shifts just to fill the time when Robin and the kids were at school, and to spend more time with you. It had been back breaking and the overtime had run him down. The only thing even keeping him alive was doing a nine to five shift and knowing it was one step closer to getting enough money to share a life with you.

When the clock finally strikes five he’s out the door as fast as Cinderella at midnight, leaving Robin in his dust who just rolls her eyes because her best friend is dumb and in love. He knew he didn’t have the money to go on a trip but for the first time since starting at Family Video you both had the weekend off, so he was going to take his girl on a get away trip. Whether you picked him up, met him at the station, or rode in his car for hours. He couldn’t afford a vacation but he could take the strain if it meant going with you.

“Hey baby, you ready?” he calls out, pushing the door open to your home. When he sees you scurry down the stairs, bag hung over your shoulder he can’t help but smile.

“How was work?” you beam at him, arms coiling around his neck the minute his wrap around your waist. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips before providing an answer.

“Long, you ready?” he asks, desperate to hit the road and have you to himself all weekend.

“Yes Mr. Eager” you say, poking at his sides and he lightly flinches and pulls away.

“I’m just excited baby, we got some money to spend tonight” he grins that Steve Harrington grin at you and you just roll your eyes, used to effect he had on you.

“No we don’t but I suppose we can treat ourselves this one time” you smile back at him, knowing this was a big step in your relationship. This was your first trip together and even if it was small it meant things were getting even more serious between you.

“Yes, let’s do this thing” he claps and you roll your eyes, moving to put on your shoes. Steve shakes away his weekday blues as he lets the anticipation of the weekend envelop him. He knew pretty soon he’d be leaving with the wages he was receiving but at the very least he could treat you to something fun.

“Come on baby, take me away” he says as your hand interlocks his and you step out the door. You roll your eyes at his excitement despite secretly loving it.

You had been excited for this trip all day too, preparing and watching the clock for when Steve would arrive. Making sure you had a meal, shower, and change of clothes for the small getaway trip. When he finally came through that door it was like a breath of fresh air to your lungs. In just a few hours you’d be in Indianapolis, in a small motel, and seeing the city for the very first time.

Taking off down the road, dusk falling upon you, you fumble through the cassettes in Steve’s center console. Searching for the perfect road trip album. Just as your fingers find the colorful album art you grab it quickly and pop it into the stereo. Streetlife Serenader starting through the speakers. Suddenly Steve chuckles to himself and you give him a curious look.

“What?” you pry, hand curling around his arm on the gearshift.

“Nothing, I just think it’s funny I find a way to burn my money as quick as I earned it” he says, flashing you a smile that holds no regret. As much as you both had been saving up to get out of that crummy job, small set backs like this made it all worth it. You can’t have a future together if you don’t spend time together now.

“You’ll earn it back next week” you tell him, eyes glancing over his form. The boy you had come to love so much in the last year.

“I’d just broke even tonight, but I know it’ll be alright. There is no one else I’d rather be doing this with than you” he says, leaning over to offer a quick kiss before facing the road.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a big city. What do you think the canal is like?” you muse, excited to be somewhere other than small town Hawkins for once.

“Big, what do you think the motel bed will look like?” he asks, daring a glance at you and you gasp softly, hand reaching to smack his chest.

“Steven, it’s vacation. We can’t stay in the room the whole time” you tell him with the shake of your head and he laughs.

“I know Rosy but I just worked an eight hour day at the video store and am now driving for God knows how long. I’m dreaming of that bed and more specifically you in it” he tells you earnestly and your ears burn pink, proving that nickname even further. Steve just smiles at your reaction and lets go of the gearshift to lace his fingers with your own.

“We’ll be there soon enough” you tell him, lifting his hand to press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

It was shocking how the closer you got to the city, the more you could see the bright light in the distance. You had heard how cities were always awake and until now you never really understood what that meant. It’s not until the car finally meets road between sky high buildings, lit up like Christmas trees, do you understand exactly what that means. By this time now in Hawkins the street lights would barely be providing enough light to make it down the road but here, the street was clear as day.

“It’s so beautiful” you tell Steve, an excited grin plastered across your face. You can’t tear your eyes away from the people walking the streets, laughing and talking into the night air. Something you’d never see in small street Hawkins. The only night life there was in Hawkins was high school parties in the woods.

“I’ve seen better” Steve says, mischief dripping from his tone as he eyes you in the front seat. You just roll your eyes until Steve needs help navigating the hotel. After two missed turns since you weren’t paying attention to the map, do you finally pull into the two story motel.

“Hurry up, I want to see the room” you urge him when he takes to long to collect the bags and Steve just laughs.

“Says the girl who just picked on me for wanting to see the bed” he says, shutting the trunk and holding each of your bags in each arm.

“Don’t dwell on it now, let’s move it mister” you jump excitedly and he shakes his head even though he loves you and your excitement.

Quickly checking in you discover you’re on the second floor and facing the street, your excitement carries your feet swiftly up the stairs and Steve right behind you. Using the key to unlock the door you’re met with a small room, pink sheets, and brown carpet. It’s nothing special but it’s perfect. You’ve turned and thrown yourself in Steve’s arms before he even has a chance to set down the bags and the boy laughs.

“Happy?” he asks and you nod before pulling back and kissing him as hard as you can.

“Why don’t we freshen up and get some dinner?” you offer as you pull away and steve nods with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan” he agrees easily. He didn’t have the money to be spending on dinner but based on the way his stomach rumbled and the smile on your face, he would do it. He doesn’t wanna stand here and sound accusing since everybody does their share of losing, but if he’s gonna lose, he might as well be doing it right.

When you return from the bathroom content and ready to go, you find Steve has already begun to unpack your bags. Grabbing the sweet boy and his hand, you drag him out into the cool night air, illuminated by city lights and the glow of your love for on another. You never would’ve thought approaching the cute guy in the record store would lead you to this. You couldn’t imagine your life without Steve now, there was just something that made sense. You two just worked.

“Could you ever see yourself in the city?” Steve muses, shoving a french fry in his mouth as he watches you from across the table in a small diner.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” you respond with the shake of your head, eyes glancing over the various customers here on a late night. As much as the city was beautiful there was no community.

“Why’s that?” he questions further and you shrug, eyes cast on your half ate burger.

“As much as it’s exciting, no one knows anybody here. They’re all strangers and in a way it’s really lonely. When I go somewhere in Hawkins I know everybody. I like having those relationships. Makes me feel like I belong. I don’t think anyone could ever really belong to a city” you finally tell him, eyes shining into his own and Steve smiles.

“Same, even with all the bad things that have happened in Hawkins over the years I couldn’t really see myself leaving everyone, especially the kids” Steve tells you, hand running through his hair and you grin when one strand falls right back into place, stubborn as ever.

“King Steve hasn’t dreamed of living somewhere grander?” you tease and Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname you know he hates. You use it anyway, knowing with you he’d never have a chance to mind.

“Just with you” he answers simply, stunning you silent and you can’t help the cheesy grin that crosses your face.

“Steve Harrington would move out of his parents big luxurious house to just to bum it with a girl” you say but Steve’s stare never falters, eyes locked into your own as he tries to convey every emotion he’s ever had towards you.

“Not just any girl, you” he smiles, voice just barely above a whisper, and you have to glance away from the intensity of his stare. Your cheeks burn pink, reiterating the nickname he had gifted you all that time ago.

“I’m nothing special” you say with the shake of your head, hands reaching to tuck some hair behind your ears. Steve sighs, eyes glancing along the neon lights of the small diner, taking in the smell of grease heavy in the air, and the buzz of the milkshake machine.

“Rosy, before you I never thought I’d be happy again. That I was just one of those guys who peaked in high school and never really found anyone who would love him. Then on a particularly sad day when I wanted to feel close to my Grandpa, I ended up finding you” he tells you earnestly and finally you lift your eyes to meet his own again, a smile covering your face.

“You think it was fate?” you grin, hand reaching across the table to meet his own and Steve just smiles back, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Maybe but that day I told you my Grandpas favorite Billy Joel song was the one that described how he felt about my Grandmother and how the right women could turn you around and heal you when you least expect it. You did that to me Rosy, you healed me” he says and the seriousness in his eyes only furthers his point. Your heart is hammering in your chest because you had been waiting a year for Steve to tell you he loves you and this is the closest you had ever gotten. You knew that he did but sometimes it was all you wanted.

“So I’ve got the way?” you ask and Steve smiles, lifting your hand to his lips. Pressing a slow and soft kiss to your knuckles.

“You got more than that baby, you got my whole heart” he tells you and you quickly let go of his hand, rushing over to his side of the booth and practically landing in his lap.

“I’m not hungry anymore, let’s go back to the hotel” you tell him and he laughs, eyes crinkling as he does and you have the urge to kiss him now more than ever.

“Now someone is finally coming around to spending time in bed” he telased you, finger poking into your side, and you roll your eyes as he pulls some cash out of his wallet.

“Whatever, let’s just go” you say, pulling him up and out of the booth to make the short walk back. The city is still just as alive as it was thirty minutes ago and Steve’s confession has made you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt. His pace is swift, eager to be back in the motel, and particularly in bed with you.

“Ooh, postcards!” you grin, eyes catching the new stand that you couldn’t believe was still open this late at night.

“Oh come on, don’t get distracted now” Steve pouts and you can’t help the giggle that escapes past your lips, letting go of his hand to file through the different cards.

“Hey, I promised Dustin I would send one every day we were here” you tell him and Steve shakes his head, arms hooking around your waist as he pulls you close, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Rosy we’re here to three days, barely” he tells you but you’re still just as determined as ever. Loving the kids that came along with being his girlfriend.

“I promised” you pout, finally landing on the one you loved and Steve just chuckles as you pay for it, scribbling a quick message, and sending it off. Preparing to walk away you don’t expect Steve to stop you, hand pulling you back from leaving just quite yet.

“Wait, I gotta write one too” he says, hands grasping a colorful postcard that says ‘Greetings From Indianapolis’.

“For who?” you question but he just hides it, scribbling the pen and address on the card quickly as he hands it to the man behind the stand.

“Don’t worry about it” he tells you and you let it go since you’re desperate to get back to the motel and spend the rest of the weekend with the boy you love.

Which in three days when you return home, you find the postcard amongst your mail with three scribbled words on it.

I love you.

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hiii! i ABSOLUTELY love your 'dancing with the fontanians' publish and is it ok if i request the same type but sumeru characters? thank uuuuu

★ 📝 — notes: I actually wanted to do something like this but I didn't expect my last one to be received so well since I didn't try my best on it, but I'm glad you and many others liked it ^^

Also, quick heads-up: I don't know the Sumeru woman too well so if you, anon, or others reading this wanted more female characters, so sorry I only did a couple, and this again, isn't my favorite of my works, but it's not too bad I hope, and I'm so sorry this took so long to do.. my motivation just kinda plummeted to write this (not that I didn't like it). Not proofread btw, will read later (maybe)

       — word count: 1.1k , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none — ✦

                     " Dancing with the Sumerians "

★ — Kaveh

     Kaveh doesn’t know how to dance, like at all. He only knows the positions so if you don’t know how to dance either, you’re screwed. However, if you do know how to dance, he gets flustered at the thought of actually dancing with you in specific. Same with if you don’t know, but you two just fumble over each other and it just makes you two laugh.

     The first time you dip him, he starts to misstep and his face is red. He liked it though, so please do it again. Kaveh would like to try and dip you too though, but he was kind of clumsy with it. You two would normally dance in his room while you two dance to the typical classical music with sumerian touches to it. If you kiss him when you dip him, he'll straight up stop moving. He'll regain his composure though and grumble to himself before kissing you as well.

       Kaveh likes to be spun and then you lean him down, but not dipping him. He'll giggle about it later, and he'll try to do the same to you, but he'll probably fail. He tried though.

     He doesn't know how to dance at all, but either learning or teaching him is always fun and it's always fun with the blond. ☆

✦ — Alhaitham

     Also doesn't know how to dance. He's not as clueless as his roommate, but still doesn't know where to put his feet. When you two dance, it's in his room as well and he'll look deep into your eyes, analyzing the colors as he also focuses on his footing whether you're teaching him or not. He'll be smiling when he finally knows how to dip you and kisses you before pulling you back up.

     He learns quickly though so expect him to be able to dance good enough pretty soon. He also dances to the typical classical music, minus the Sumerian flare to it. Alhaitham overtime becomes a mediocre dancer and if need be, he’ll teach you some things if you didn’t teach him to dance. He doesn’t prefer to be dipped when dancing, but he’ll let it slide once or twice if you're able to dip him.

       He'll definitely spin you and kean you down and smile slightly while doing so. You probably won't do the same to him, but he'll let you try to do so.

     Overall, he’s an average dancer and learns quickly and dancing with him is definitely an experience. ✧

★ — Cyno

     Doesn't know how to dance either. He never took the time to learn so he just doesn't even know where to put his hands. If you don’t know how to dance either then expect to trip a few times and him making a pun about it. Cyno at least knows the music you’d dance to though.

      He pretty much will never dip you or really do anything romantic unless you ask and teach him. Once he does learn though, expect him to at least dip you or kiss you a few times and he’s pretty good at it. You two don’t dance often, but he tries to dance with you when you two are free. If you dip him, he’ll just simple and go with it, maybe a joke here and there.

     Dancing with Cyno isn’t very enthralling, but you know he loves you, you’ll just have to tolerate all the puns while dancing. ☆

✦ — Tighnari

     Knows how to dance to some extent. Tighnari knows where to put his hands, the basics of dancing, but his footing can be a bit off at times. He likes to dip you and smiles while doing so but wouldn’t mind being dipped either, he doesn't care. Tighnaris tail might gently wag on occasion as his ears would flick sometimes.

     Like Alhaitham, he learns quickly if you teach him some things and is very attentive to what you say. He mainly focuses on his ranger work, but has enough free time to either practice dancing with you or to just dance.

    Tighnari will dance with you when he can and sometime Collei will stumble in on you two and just leave you be, happy you two have an activity to do together. ✧

★ — Nilou

     She's a dancer, Nilou obviously knows how to dance, but might have to learn a few things for this type of dancing though. Even if you know how to dance you might learn a thing or two with her and she’d love to teach her lover how to dance, it’s her passion. She loves to dip you but also be dipped, and she wouldn’t really do things like kissing, but she would occasionally and let you smother her if you wanted to.

     You two would dance to all kinds of music and she'd like to explore different dances couples would do, learning as well as she went. If it's a special occasion, she'll give you a kiss on the nose or maybe on the lips if she's able to dip you. If not, she'll she'll it while spinning with you.

      No matter what gender you are, she doesn't care. As long as you'll dance with her, she'll dance with you. ☆

✦ — Lisa (added her here because she's from Sumeru)

     She knows how to dance as well. She’s not super experienced like Nilou, but she knows a little bit more than the basics. You two dance in the library when you two know no one will be around and she just puts on the typical classical music. You two have never really walked in on, but Paimon and Traveler did once.

    Lisa absolutely loves to dip you, but she also adores being dipped equally so, so it's a win-win for you two in whatever you prefer you prefer to do. She also likes to be spun around as much as she likes to be spun around. She'll be gently laughing when done with a smile on her face, her hat usually being off when she dances with you.

     Lisa absolutely loves dancing, especially with some sumerian flair, but she just loves you and will call you names of endearment throughout the dance. ✧

★ — Wanderer

     Dancing with him? He probably knows how to dance, but isn't willing to. Wanderer eventually caves in though, with the exception of some grumbling, and goes to dance with you. This is more of a one time thing, but he'll do it more if you politely ask him (with some poking a prodding).

     He won't be super romantic, but he'll spin and dip you and tease you with a smirk while doing so. Wanderer won't dance for long, but the short moment lets you know how much Wanderer genuinely loves you. By the end, he's slightly flustered and might walk off, but he'll probably stay around.

     Dancing with Wanderer is a rare opportunity, but it's a good experience with him and a rare moment of intimacy. ☆

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

[writersmacchiato]

Sleep | Billy Batson

A/N: Takes place sometime after the first movie, interesting how superhero movies never discuss the trauma of literally almost dying lol this was requested - hope you enjoy!!

. . .

You're in that delirious state of dozing off; not quite awake, but not fully asleep. Sleep is beckoning you and you'll soon fall into its sweet embrace--

You shoot up, blankets getting tangled around your waist, arms swiping through the air.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's me. Freddy. It's Freddy. Geez, you almost took my eye out."

In the dark of the room you squint as your awareness seeps in. Freddy hovering by the bed with his hands held up.

"What the heck-" you look at Darla's sleeping form on her side of the room, "-the hell are you doing?"

Freddy quietly groans into his hands. "What do you think? It's Billy of course. Now scoot."

You contemplate kicking Freddy out of your room, turning over and tugging the blanket over your head. But then your traitorous brain forms an image of Billy in his room alone and you're getting up with a sigh.

"I hate you." You mumble as Freddy takes the spot on your bed, switching out your pillow for his.

He grins. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The house is dark and quiet but you've made this small trip enough times that you could do it in your sleep, or sleep-deprieved as you currently were.

Billy is sitting on his bed, eyes blank as he stares at the window. He briefly looks over when you open the door, creeping through.

Immediately he objects, the guilt on his face clear. "Just go back to bed. I'm okay seriously."

"I almost believe that." You shake your head, climbing into the bed with him. "Same dream?"

He hesitates, fumbling with the blanket. "Yeah..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay. Come here." You manage to snag some of the blanket, sinking down until you're comfortable enough to open your arms. Billy wraps himself around you, tension leaving his shoulders when you start to comb your fingers through his hair.

"Goodnight Billy."

You look down to see his eyes shut, breathing steady.

This was becoming routine. You didn't mind, even though Freddy complained about how it woke him up you knew he was worried about Billy. You all were.

Billy had been waking up from night terrors, waking up with the feeling of Dr. Sivana's hands on his throat as him, Billy, not Shazam. He had been embarrassed, seeing as no one else seemed to be suffering through the same thing but you always reassured him.

You kind of liked being able to soothe him, being the one to help him sleep through the night. And, it was funny seeing Freddy's annoyed face every night.

Sleep is calling your name once again when the door creaks open, Darla's sweet face popping through. She tiptoes to the bed, accepting the hand you offer to her.

"Is Billy going to be okay?' She whispers, snuggling up to your other side that isn't weighed down by Billy.

You look down at his face, completely relaxed as he starts to snore. It makes you smile.

"Yeah, Darla, I think so. He's Billy."

She mentions going back to bed, but her eyes are drooping shut with every second and she's quickly passed out on your shoulder.

Billy would be okay eventually.

. . .

[Extra]

"Hey, notice how everyone ends up leaving the room once Freddy gets there?" Billy says to you over breakfast.

You laugh. "Yeah, because it's Freddy. He's so weird."

"I'm literally sitting next to you. I can hear what you're saying." Freddy cuts in, rolling his eyes.

You share a look with Billy, an agreement flashing between you. He picks up his plate and grabs yours while you get the cups.

"Didn't realize he was in the room."

"Yup. Gotta go."

"I hate you both!" Freddy calls to your retreating forms.

[kazemi-archive]

Help Wanted

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x Reader WC: ~1.2k Genre: fluff CW: references to burnout Summary: after leaving home for the summer, hoping for some emotional reset, you find yourself on the Shinsuke farm

You wound up here by chance. In Hyogo. Your friend had stayed at a small bed and breakfast here and had taken it upon herself to book you the stay here and even pay for it. You had mentioned your exhaustion of your city the exhaustion the school year had taken on you, the constant go go go of working in this environment. The need for a break.

“Just buy the train ticket.” That’s what she had said as she gifted you the confirmation codes for the stay in the bed and breakfast.

Having just graduated from university in Tokyo and another year, another program on the horizon, you took the gift of a vacation, a slower pace of life for the summer.

The first week in the bed and breakfast did prove to be relaxing. You moved on your own time, sleeping and waking without schedule. You got to work on your own personal projects on your laptop and then mosy around town for food when you needed it. It was wonderful. For a little bit. Before you started to get restless.

The market the day before was bustling in a good way, busy but not like the city. It was a softer sort of busy here. It was where you had found the flier that you’d been mulling over all night long. Studying it and debating if it was something you could do.

It was a ‘help wanted’ flier. A newly established farm that was just on the outskirts of town. “No experience needed” was printed across the front of it.

You decided that volunteering some of your abundant amount of time couldn’t hurt, that maybe working with a farm all summer might be exactly what you needed in order to want to go back to the city at the end of your trip when the new school year started.

It was a slight struggle as you tried to find a proper outfit for the day. You’d woken early and tried to tug on the most worn pair of jeans you could find, and matched it with a loose t-shirt that you wouldn’t mind getting some dirt on. Some old sneakers and a dusty hat topped off your look.

You felt out of place on the bus there. Having already embarrassed yourself asking the bus driver if you were on the right track and which stop you’d get off on. The burning in your cheeks still hadn’t settled before you finally reached the stop, reigniting when the driver gave you a few extra directions.

Spinning around a few corners of the dirt road finally led you to a small house. The old style structure of the house was charming to you. There were plants hanging from the overhang of the porch and it seemed to radiate peace.

“Miss?” Your head snapped to the side, the form of an older woman catching your attention as she came from a small, gated garden. “Were you looking for something?”

You shuffled around to face her quickly, hands fumbling around in your bag for the paper. “Hi, I’m so sorry!” Your hand finally grasped the paper and you held it up as you ventured closer to her. “I found this in the market yesterday. I came to see if-”

“Oh!” She clasped her hands together gently as she came closer to you. She radiated warmth, her smile making you immediately feel comfortable. “You found his ad! Good!” She chuckled as she shuffled you closer to the house. “He really does need the help.” You followed her easily, smile gracing your features as her happiness was contagious. “He tries to do it all by himself, he needs some breaks.”

You laughed lightly as you followed her into the house, trailing like a little duckling. “Your husband sounds very hard working.”

“Oh!” She laughed heartily as she grabbed a glass of lemonade to hand to you. “Not my husband, dear.” She smiles as she ushers you to sit at the kitchen table with her. “My grandson runs this farm. He should be back soon, he was making a delivery out in town.”

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks flare again as you laugh nervously, “I shouldn’t have assumed I just-”

“It’s no worry, he’s a very great boy. Works very hard and always has helped out around here, I’m just getting too old to help him back.” She continues to talk about his good qualities and you quietly listen, too taken with how sweet she seems and how fondly she clearly thinks of her grandson.

“Grandmother, who’s our guest?”

Your head turns to the door and you’re sure that your heart stops in your chest. He’s toeing off his shoes at the door, eyes focused on that motion as he tips his hat off to hang on the wall. The reveal of his hair held your attention, light gray through most of it but black at the tips, unlike anything you’d seen before. Your breathing seemed to start next when he looked up at you. His soft brown eyes locked with yours and both of you seemed to freeze.

You felt heat creep back up your cheeks and broke the contact, reaching for the paper again to present it to him. “I, uh, I found your ad.”

“Right, yeah.” You didn’t notice the slight tinge to his cheeks as he sat at the table next to his grandmother, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I’m Kita Shinsuke.” He held out his hand for you to shake, you put your hand in his and told him your name in response.

“I would really appreciate the chance to help out. I don’t have any experience, but I do have some free time and I’m a quick learner.” You rambled the words out quickly as you released his hand, nervously bringing your own hand back into your lap.

“It’s okay, I been told I’m a decent teacher.” He smiled softly, hoping if he spoke enough your nervous demeanor would fade. “If ya’d like, I could show ya some stuff t’day. We could start slow.” He said it while standing and nodding his head lightly towards the door.

“Yes, yes of course.” You nodded, standing quickly, ready to follow him. “Thank you so much for letting me try this out, Kita-san.” You followed after him eagerly towards the door and your shoes.

“Ya can call me Shinsuke, if ya’d like.” He said it so nonchalantly, not even looking up as he pulled his shoes back on.

“Ri-right. Thank you, Shinsuke.” Your tongue twisted around the word smoothly and it made your cheeks flush while it made Shinsuke’s  heart hiccup over one of its beats.

Neither of you, too caught up in your own interactions, seemed to notice the knowing smile that creeped onto the lips of Shinsuke’s grandmother as she lifted her glass back to them. “You two have fun out there! Keep your hats on in the sun!”

a/n: selfship coded and probably will have a follow up <3

[yxngbxkkie]

valentine - maknae line

i'm sorry that this took quite a bit and if each one sounds the same 😭 but han's and felix's really got the best of me since they're the longest 🤭 anyway, i hope you enjoy!

feedback is appreciative! 💖

han jisung

“I hate Valentine’s Day,” you grumble to your best friend, resting your chin against the palm of your hand.

Han chuckles beside you before draping an arm over your shoulders. “How come? It’s a beautiful holiday,” he tells you.

You roll your eyes at him, turning your head to look at him. “Yeah, for couples,” you remind him. “I don’t have a boyfriend, so this holiday sucks.”

“I didn’t know you hated Valentine’s Day so much,” the brunette hums, taking his arm off of you. “Why don’t we go to dinner? We can make fun of all the couples there.”

A chuckle leaves your lips as you move to rest your head on his shoulder. “You know, that sounds like a great idea,” you say with a smile.

Han’s heart flutters in his chest. Step one is done. He thinks to himself, resisting the urge to grab a hold of your hand. 

“I’ll take care of everything,” he reassures you with a laugh, leaning his head back against the sofa. He smiles at the ceiling and thinks of the perfect place to take you to.

“Oh, look at the lovebirds,” Seungmin says while walking by the two of you.

Both you and Han blush, avoiding eye contact with one another. “Shut up,” you laugh and push yourself up from the couch.

Seungmin smirks at you, giving you a playful wink. You swat his arm, cursing to yourself before turning to face your best friend.

“Chan, can I hit the puppy?” You yell, hoping the leader will hear you from inside his room.

“No, we need him!”

You groan, tilting your head back. Han smiles affectionately, watching you complain to yourself. “Just hit him anyway,” Han tells you with a laugh.

“I’m not disobeying an order from Channie,” you wag your finger with a smile, walking closer to him.

The nervousness he feels begins to grow stronger as you lean forward to rest your hands on his thighs. He swallows, subconsciously moving his hands to rest on yours.

Your gaze moves to your hands, silently watching Han’s fingers fumble with yours. You can feel your heart starting to pound in your chest, your body becoming a bit warm.

“I have to go, but text me details about dinner,” you inform him.

“I will. I’ll see you later.”

Valentine’s Night

“Do I go casual or do something a little fancier?!” You ask Seungmin, running your fingers through your hair.

The puppy laughs on the phone, causing you to glare at the device. “Dude, just go all out. You’re going to dinner with the guy you’ve been in love with for three years,” he mentions.

“Yeah, but this dinner isn’t like… we’re going as friends,” you mumble while staring into your dimly lit closet.

“Y/N, will you just trust me?” Seungmin sighs and you let out a snort.

“Minnie, you expect me to trust you? You’re constantly picking on me,” you laugh, shaking your head.

Seungmin groans before starting to mumble to himself. “Go all out. Show Han what he could have,” he tells you again before hanging up.

You think over what he said a few times. You want to go all out but don’t want to make Han uncomfortable. Another groan slips from your lips. “Fine, we’ll go all out,” you mumble to yourself.

You grab the dress Felix made you buy last year, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. Someone knocks on your front door while in the middle of changing. Shit, he’s early. You think to yourself, quickly adjusting the dress before rushing out of your bedroom.

“Coming!” You yell out, doing your best not to trip over any of the shoes you have lying around. You swing the front door open, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of Han. Woah.

“Wah-” Han’s eyes widen at the dress you’re wearing. “You look gorgeous.”

A blush covers your cheeks, and a grin comes to your lips. “Thank you, Hannie. You look gorgeous too,” you compliment him before inviting him inside. “I’m still getting ready. I should be done in a couple of minutes.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit early. I got excited,” he apologizes as you close the door.

“No, you’re fine! Up until a little bit ago, I didn’t know what to wear, which is why I’m a little behind,” you chuckle embarrassingly.

“You look good in everything,” Han whispers, causing you to blush more.

You place a hand on your chest as your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much. “I- You’re making me blush, Han,” you playfully joke with him, shoving his shoulder gently. “Let me quickly finish getting ready and we can head out.”

After taking ten minutes for you to get ready, the two of you head out. Han’s hand brushes against yours a few times before you decide to hook your pinky with his.

Han glances at you for a quick second before taking a deep breath. “I’m glad that we’re doing this,” he speaks up, looking back down at your hands. “I’ve missed you.”

You feel his fingers lace with yours, fully holding your hand now. “I missed you too, Hannie,” you tell him, swinging your conjoined hands.

He laughs while walking up to the restaurant door, holding it open for you. “Ladies first,” he mentions while dropping your hand.

“Oh, thank you, kind sir,” you laugh, pressing a light kiss on his cheek before walking into the restaurant.

Han takes your hand into his as soon as he steps inside. He tells the hostess his name before she brings both of you to your table.

You and Han sit on the same side in the booth as the hostess mentions that the server will be there shortly. “I want to ask you something,” Han mentions after she walks away.

“Yeah?” You motion for him to continue, giving him your full attention.

“I know we came here to make fun of other couples, but, I thought that maybe… you could be my valentine?” He asks you, his heart pounding in his chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen. “I-What?” You stutter. You quickly shake your head and grab a hold of his hand. “Yes, oh my God.”

“Yeah?!” He asks in disbelief, and you laugh, nodding your head. Han grabs your hands and kisses the back of them. “Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

~

lee yongbok/felix

“What time is Felix coming back today?” You ask Hyunjin while pouring the flour into the bowl. You lift your gaze to look at the tall blonde, seeing him scrolling through his phone. “Hyunjinnie.”

He hums in response, his eyes meeting yours. “What?” He asks, blinking a couple of times. “Sorry, Chan was telling me about something.”

You laugh and shake your head. “I asked what time Felix comes home today. I want to make sure these are done by then,” you repeat yourself, mixing all of the ingredients together.

“Oh! Uh, I think he said he’d be home by like three,” he mentions, leaning forward to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s about two-thirty now so you should have time.”

“Thank God," you mumble to yourself before raiding their kitchen to find a cake pan. "And you're sure he'll like this?"

Hyunjin stands up from his chair and walks over to you. His hands rest on your shoulders, squeezing gently. "Yes. That boy is wrapped around your finger, Y/N. You could give him socks and he'd like it," Hyunjin points out with a laugh.

You scoff and your cheeks start to blush. "He's not wrapped around my finger," you correct him, rolling your eyes.

"If that's what you believe then sure," your friend mutters while patting your back.

You stop pouring the brownie batter into the pan and watch the tall man walk out of the kitchen. Felix wrapped around my finger?! Really?! You ask yourself before letting out another scoff.

You finish spreading the batter in the pan and set the bowl down in the sink. You place the cake pan into the oven and set a timer on your phone.

"Oh, I hope it turns out well," you breathe out, pushing your hair back.

As soon as you plop down on the couch, your phone vibrates. You glance down at it, seeing a text from Felix.

Bbogi: Hey! I found this cute bracelet during my travels today and was wondering if you'd want it.

"This man," you mumble with a chuckle.

You: You don't need to buy me it, Lixie. I feel like you get me a new piece of jewelry every week 😭

Bbogi: But, it reminds me of you 😭 C'mon let me get it! Plus, it's Valentine's Day.

You: Hm, okay, fine. You can get it for me 🤭

Bbogi: Hehe yes! Okay! You'll love it. I know you will! I'll be home soon! 💙

"I told you," Hyunjin whispers into your ear, causing you to jump.

You whip around to see him laughing loudly, one of his hands on his chest. "You ass," you curse, throwing one of the pillows at him.

He squeals, ducking away from the attack. "Hey! I'm just stating facts!"

"It's not even that!" You laugh, resting your head against the back of the couch. "You scared the living daylights out of me."

Hyunjin apologizes before sitting down next to you. "So, Felix is buying you something," he mentions with a smirk.

"It just reminded him of me," you say, playfully rolling your eyes and smacking his chest. "It's nothing special."

"Mhm, sure," he winks. "Listen, the two of you like each other. Just go for it."

You sigh, tired of everyone saying that. "You all tell me this every day. Did you ever think that maybe I just don't have the courage to ask him out?" You ask him, raising one of your brows.

"Is that why you're making his brownies?" Hyunjin counters.

"I'm making his brownies because he's always making them. I figured it'd be nice for him to receive them for once," you explain before checking the timer you set.

"So, both of you did or bought something for the other… on Valentine's Day," he mentions with furrowed brows.

"Hyunjin, I will slap you again," you warn him.

He places his hands up in defense as the alarm on your phone goes off. You push yourself up from the couch, heading back into the kitchen.

The blonde watches you for a quick second before deciding to follow you. "Listen, I don't mean to come off as persistent," he sighs, leaning against the archway. "I just know how much the two of you mean to each other, and I want you guys to be happy."

"And I appreciate that, honestly. I just get a little overwhelmed when all of you tell me, on the same day no less, that I should go for it," you give him a small smile.

"Sorry," Hyunjin winces.

You laugh while taking the brownies out of the oven. "It's okay. I know you mean well," you reassure him. "Will you taste test one of these?"

"Of course," he perks up, walking over to you.

You cut him a good-sized piece before handing it to him. You watch him bring the brownie to his nose, smelling it. He hums in delight and brings it to his lips, eating it.

"Ya," his eyes widened, his hand covering his mouth, "wah, this is delicious."

"Yeah!? It's Felix level delicious?" You ask him, your heart pounding against your chest.

He nods his head in agreement, shoving the rest of the brownie past his lips. He makes an okay sign with his thumb when the door to the dorm opens up.

"Shit, okay, shoo!" You motion for Hyunjin to leave.

His eyes widen and he nods his head, doing his best to stealthily run to his bedroom. You quickly cut up the rest of the brownies, setting them nicely onto a plate.

"Y/N!? Where are you?" Felix's voice yells, the sound echoing off the walls.

"I'm in the kitchen," you answer him while picking up the plate of sweets. Your dark-haired best friend sprints into the kitchen, sliding a bit because of his socks. "Surprise!"

His eyes widen, looking between you and the brownies. "These are for me?" He asks you, his cheeks blushing lightly.

You nod your head with a smile. "Yeah. You're always the one baking them for us, so I wanted to bake them for you," you tell him, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"You're so sweet," he gasps, taking a few steps toward you. He grabs one from the top of the pile before trying it. He gasps again, looking at you with his eyes wider than before.

"It's good?!"

Felix groans and he nods his head. "So good, oh my God," he mumbles while finishing his bite.

"I also made these for another reason," you whisper, growing embarrassed. He raises an eyebrow, silently telling you to continue. "Uh, do you want to be my valentine?"

"Yeah," Felix breathes out, the smile on his lips widening. Your cheeks blush at his answer and the weight of it all feels like it's been lifted off you. "I've been wanting to ask you that for a while."

"Really?!" You ask in a whisper. Hyunjin was right then…

He nods his head and leans forward to kiss your lips. Your eyes widen for a few seconds before they flutter shut. Your fingers grip the plate in your hands as you kiss him back.

"Thank you for the brownies, love," he giggles after pulling away.

~

kim seungmin

"You should get something for Y/N for Valentine’s Day," Jeongin mentions in passing, causing Seungmin to furrow his brow.

"What?" He mumbles, his eyes following his friend's figure. Seungmin looks towards Felix and points towards the door Jeongin walked through. "Do you know what he means?"

Felix laughs and nods his head. "He's telling you to ask Y/N out," he simplifies Jeongin's words.

"Why do I need to do that? She's not even into me," he mentions, a little confused by all of this.

"Listen, Minnie, she has feelings for you. She tells me everything," Felix confesses to him while shrugging his shoulders. "Plus, she's been a little down the past few days. Getting her something nice will probably cheer her up."

Seungmin hums, thinking of all the times you smiled in the past three days. A frown comes to his lips when he can't recall if you've smiled at all.

He fishes his phone from his pockets before clicking on your contact. You haven't been texting him either. He sends you a quick text while walking back into his bedroom, grabbing his wallet from the nightstand.

"I'll be back," he announces to the rest of the members before walking out their front door.

"That was quite easy," Felix calls out to Jeongin.

The other member laughs from inside his room before he pokes his head out. "Minnie is kinda easy to persuade," he smirks, giving Felix a wink.

"Let's just hope whatever he does makes Y/N smile."

You nuzzle your face into your pillow, hearing your phone vibrate a few times. You groan, turning over to grab the device. You see a couple of texts from Seungmin and a small smile comes to your lips.

You: Hi, Minnie. I'm sorry I've been MIA the past few days 😔

It doesn't take long for him to text back.

Minnie 💖: It's okay. I'm sorry for not checking in with you. These dance practices have been brutal. Do you have time for me to drop by?

You: Yeah! I have today off so I'm not doing much. Feel free to stop by 🥰

You set your phone down and stretch, letting out a whine. You sit up from your bed, rubbing your tired eyes. "Oh, my head hurts," you mumble to yourself.

Guess that's what you get for crying yourself to sleep. You release a sigh and unplug your phone before getting up. Seungmin sends you a meme that makes you laugh.

"Boy, I missed you, Min," you smile at your phone.

You slowly make your way into the kitchen and grab a glass from the cupboard. You fill it with water before gulping it down.

The knocking on your door surprises you and you place a hand on your chest. You set the glass down on the counter and walk towards your door.

You open the door to reveal your best friend Seungmin. In his hands is a large package of chocolates, in the shape of a heart. Your breath hitches in your throat, meeting his gaze.

"What's this?" You ask as he walks into your apartment.

"It's for you," he mutters, holding it out to you.

You take it from him and walk back towards your kitchen, setting it down on the island counter. "Thanks, Minnie," you smile at him.

He slides his hands around your waist before bringing you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest.

"What's been going on?" He whispers into your ear, his hand gently gliding up and down your back.

"I've just been having a hard time," you mumble, turning your head to look up at him.

His fingers comb through your hair, the two of you swaying back and forth. "Do you need anything from me?" Seungmin asks, pulling back a smidge to look down at you.

"Can you stay over tonight?" You ask him, sniffling a bit.

"Yeah, of course," he mentions after pulling back. You look up at him with teary eyes and he brings his hand to your face, wiping the tears that fall. "You're too pretty to cry."

A laugh escapes your lips. "Shut up," you playfully smack his chest.

"Hey, do you want to be my valentine?" Seungmin asks you.

Your eyes widen at his sudden question, feeling your heart start to pound against your chest. "What?" You ask in a whisper. "A-Are you serious?"

"Why would I buy you that if I wasn't serious?"

You glance towards the large box of chocolates. "This isn't a joke, right? Like, you're not just doing this to make me feel better?" You ramble off a couple of questions.

"Of course not. I genuinely have feelings for you, Y/N. I just didn't act on them because I thought you didn't feel the same way," Seungmin mentions with a crooked smile.

"I've liked you for years," you laugh, caressing his face in your hands.

"Okay, great," he smiles, turning his face to kiss the palm of your hand. "You're gonna share the chocolates, right?"

~

yang jeongin/i.n

You frown, watching your friend slowly walk across the room. "Innie," you call out to him, capturing his attention.

His eyes meet yours before he makes his way over to you. "Hey. I didn't see you come in," he says with a smile, sitting down beside you.

"Are you doing okay? Have you been sleeping?" You ask him, bringing your hand to his face.

Jeongin's smile falters as your fingertips gently rub the bags beneath his eyes. "I'm okay. Just a bit tired," he reassures you.

"Do you need to take a nap?" You ask him, patting your lap. "Do you have time?"

"I might have ten minutes," he mumbles, looking down at his watch.

Your friend shuffles his seating position before laying his head on your lap. Your fingers comb through his hair as some of the other members come into the room.

Changbin notices the two of you on the couch. He greets you with a smile while walking towards you. "We're so glad you're here," he whispers, leaning down to hug you.

"What's going on?" You ask him quietly, switching your attention between Changbin and Jeongin. "Innie's not himself."

"Yeah, he's been having a rough couple of days," he mentions, crouching beside you. "I guess he asked one of the girls from Twice to be his valentine, but she rejected him."

A frown replaces the smile on your lips as you glance down at your sleeping friend. His arms move to wrap around your waist, nuzzling his face into your stomach.

"My poor baby," you sigh, bringing one of your hands to the middle of his back.

Changbin places a hand on your shoulder, pushing himself up from the floor. "You should ask him. I think he'd feel better about himself," he mentions to you.

"Me?" You ask in disbelief, feeling your cheeks blush. "Oh, Binnie, I don't know about that."

He scoffs quietly, smiling at you. "Oh come on. The two of you have been dancing around your feelings for one another for almost a year now. Just do it," he slaps your shoulder playfully.

You watch the muscular man walk away from you, leaving you alone with Jeongin. You chew the dry skin on your lips as the words replay in your head.

"Wait, the two of us!?" You whisper to yourself with wide eyes. "Two!?" A gasp leaves your lips at the realization of Jeongin having feelings for you.

"Ina!" Minho screams, causing both of you to jump.

Jeongin's hands rest against your thigh as he sits up. "What the-" he cuts himself off before releasing a small groan.

The second oldest member peeks his head into the room, an innocent smile on his lips. "Sorry to interrupt but we have dance practice soon," he mentions before walking away.

"Feeling a smidge better?" You ask him, pushing some stray hair out of his face.

"Eh," he shrugs his shoulders while standing up from the couch. You pout at him, wishing you could do more to help him. "I gotta go, but I'll see you later."

You nod your head and bid him goodbye, waving your hand as Jeongin walks away. A sigh leaves your lips, sinking into the sofa. Changbin's words play through your head again, and you tap your fingers against your thighs.

"Fuck it," you tell yourself. You stand up just as the boys begin to leave. "I'll see you guys later. Have a good practice!"

All eight of them bid their goodbyes to you. You smile at each member, giving them a quick hug as they walk by you. Jeongin is the last to leave and you hug him for a bit longer.

He buries his face in your neck, one of his arms wrapping around you. "Come by my apartment later and I'll make your favorite meal," you whisper to him, petting the back of his head. "If you're feeling up to it, that is."

"I'll think about it," Jeongin mentions after pulling away from you, a fake smile on his lips.

You nod your head, not wanting to push him further. He whispers goodbye before walking out of the dorm.

After spending almost an hour trying to find the perfect gift for Jeongin, you finally make it to their company building. You can feel everyone's eyes on you as you walk through the lobby, the large heart-shaped balloon in your hand.

Your cheeks blush, keeping your gaze on the tiled flooring. Your heart starts to pound in your chest as you get closer and closer to their practice room.

God, I hope Changbin is right. You think to yourself, taking a deep breath. You peek through the tiny window, seeing the boys performing the choreography for Thunderous.

You patiently wait until they're done before knocking. You open the door, hiding the stuff you got for Jeongin behind your back. "Hey, sorry to interrupt," you laugh nervously. "Can I borrow Jeongin for a few moments?"

Your friend looks at you with a confused expression on his face before looking towards the other members. "Yeah. We're taking a break anyway," Changbin answers you, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Innie, c'mere," you grin at the man, motioning for him to come to you.

Jeongin picks himself up from the floor, quickly making his way over to you. Your palms sweat as you take a step back, feeling super nervous. His eyes widen upon seeing the heart balloon, his eyes looking into yours.

"What's this?" He mutters while you hand him the balloon.

"I wanted to do something nice for you. Changbin told me what happened with that girl from Twice," you mumble with flushed cheeks. "I didn't think you deserved that, so I got these for you."

You also hand him a card and some chocolate. His favorite to be exact. Jeongin grabs the box of chocolates from you, and you notice his hands roughly gripping the box.

"I-I wanted to ask you to be my valen-"

"Yes," he cuts you off, lifting his head.

Your eyes widen at his sudden answer, not expecting him to agree. "Really?" You whisper.

"Yeah," Jeongin breathes out, a smile coming to his lips. A real smile. "I actually wanted to ask you originally but I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

"I've liked you for two years," your cheeks blush as you confess to him, your fingers fumbling with one another.

He doesn't say anything else. His eyes dance from your eyes to your lips. Jeongin leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss.

"Can I still come over for dinner?" He asks after pulling away.

You nod your head, keeping your eyes closed. "Of course, you can."

Jeongin smiles, his fingers stroking your cheek. "It's a date then."

~

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[lupineaerosol]

traveler pt. 3 | thomas shelby x f!reader

not my gifs! dm for credit

parts one and two

pairing : thomas shelby x time traveled!reader

word count : 2431 (shorter chap but i love it sm)

summary : it's been a few days of a quickly forming schedule, and while running errands find yourself attempting to calm Danny Whizz-bang down from a panicked state. later on in the day you return to the Garrison to find a second woman attending the bar, and she was singing. a moment with thomas and a flashback!

warnings : alcohol mentioned, PTSD and panic attack, knives, blood, cigarettes(?), jumpscare(??), mention of guns

notes : this chapter came together super fast and im honestly really proud!! was a total headache trying to get the timeline all correct n shit but this came out perfect n i think yall are going to loveee it

It had been a few days of work, breaks, a quick shopping trip when you could spare the time with the money you earned from individuals at the bar, and sleep. Last night’s sleep had been filled with half remembered dreams, and the morning as foggy as your icy dawn in Inverness. You swung your feet out of bed to softly touch the floor, and you start your day. Warming water downstairs in the bar for a quick wash back up in your apartment. Brushing your hair with your fingers, and marking down a growing list of items you would need to purchase, more major things crossed out at the top. Blouses, skirts, undergarments, socks, bedsheets, lamps etc. 

With the leftover clean water you were able to wash your dirty shirts and hang them to dry near the window. You tugged your sneakers onto your feet and laid your skirt over them neatly when you stood from your bed. A yellowed and previously white shirt a tad too small tucked into the green skirt, and a brown shaul you found, forgotten in the dresser of your bedroom. 

Venturing out with your list in hand, you first stopped at an Italian cafe purchasing a small pastry and a tea you enjoyed sitting at a table outside. You took a long sip followed by a sigh, and a familiar face came into view: Danny Whizz-bang, and he looked distraught.

He was muttering to himself, gripping his hat from off his head and holding it to his chest as he sunk into a seat near you. A chair fell loudly next to him after he had bumped it with his hip. Rocking back and forth, nearly shivering. You had to help in some way, with the distant booms of the factories and clattering noise of the street he was only getting more wound up.

“Excuse me,” You looked over at him with gentle eyes. “Do you have the time?” A gentle distraction, one simple task to take his mind off of whatever was happening behind his eyes.

Danny slightly jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice, but he began to pat his chest for a watch. His fingers fumbled and the chain to the watch shook subtly. “It’s a quarter past eight, ma’am.” His voice trembled, but he looked slightly less wild.

“Thank you,” You paused, looking back down to your pastry briefly. “Would you like to share this? I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it.” You tried to incorporate a small smile into your words, it didn’t quite have the comfort you intended. 

“That's quite alright ma’am, lovely wife at home makes all the meals I need.” His eyes darted around the street, still disturbed. A loud boom and he jumped, only to then put his face down and yell loudly at his feet. An Italian gentleman in an apron stepped out of the cafe, talking and gesturing angrily in half broken English about how Danny was scaring you. Danny muttered into his hat and stood suddenly, the stress of the situation rising once again.

“Sir, sir I am fine, please don’t worry.” You tried interjecting, but the man raised his voice and began to yell for Danny to leave, finally pulling a knife from his pocket and threatening him. Danny’s eyes glazed over with rage and fear, lunging at the smaller man and redirecting the knife into the cafe owner. You stumbled back, seeing red pour from the Italian’s stomach. Danny was pulled away from the other man, remorse and regret smearing his face like a painting. Tears welled up in both of your eyes, and you didn’t attempt to get near him again. People chattered busily from around the street, and after a pause, Danny was off and running down the street.

-

You returned home after your errands helped calm you down, a basket full of new clothes that finally fit you hanging on your arm as you push through the doors of the Garrison to see Harry behind the bar and a blonde woman standing on a chair singing. The Garrison was silent under the melancholic song floating from her mouth. Harry never mentioned a new hire, and there was no way this could be his wife, she stayed away from the tavern like it was cursed. The blonde was pretty, and Irish from the sound of her singing. You claimed a spot at a golden support beam near the doors, not wanting to take attention away from the community enjoying music. 

The men had started to sing along, a lovely chorus rumbling through the building. It warmed the space, and you could almost hear the bricks echoing in harmony. The doors swung open and closed, and Mr. Shelby appeared to your right, his group following closely behind him. Men shuffled away and stopped singing along as the intimidating group claimed their spot to listen to the woman sing, an air of disapproval emanating from Thomas. 

Thomas was so near to you the heat radiating off his jacket made its way to your skin through your shirt and it felt like he diffused pure electricity. Had your hand been at your side, his knuckles would have bumped yours. You held your breath without consideration as to why. You didn’t even notice he had taken your breath away just by standing next to you. 

The blonde finished her song, and Harry approached Thomas with a smile. “We haven’t had singing in here since the war.” A long stare, cold and captivating from Thomas.

“Why do you think that is, Harry?” Thomas’ voice was crystal clear, and as he stepped away from you and into the corner room. You were immediately aware of the cold that replaced Thomas. An as he went to close the double doors, his eyes glanced back to catch yours, and for a split second you were captivated entirely by just how entrancing and menacing the man could be.

-

Earlier in the day

Thomas walked into the Shelby house with a bottle, his hat tossed carelessly to the side on a table. “Let me see him.” A short glance at Arthur’s face and it was obvious he was hurting. Blood spackled across his face and the first few buttons of his shirt. “Well here, have this.” Thomas handed his older brother the bottle and he took a drink.

“Give me that.” Thomas took back the bottle and doused a bit of cloth in the brown liquid, taking Arthur’s chin and pressing the alcohol into a gash in his cheek. Arthur hissed, “You’re all right.” Thomas tried comforting him, and Arthur’s right hand came to grip the younger man’s forearm. 

“He said Mr. Churchill sent him to Birmingham.” A long pause between the group. “National interest he said. Something about a robbery.” Arthur’s voice had a hint of rage. Thomas stepped back, lit cigarette hanging from his lips lazily.

“He says he wants us to help him.” Arthur continued.

“”We don’t help coppers.” John piped up from his place in the doorway.

“He knew all about our war records. He said we’re patriots, like him. Wants us to be his eyes and ears.” A cold emotion gripped the room, the feeling of breaking a lamp as a child and needing to hide any other evidence of misbehavior.

“And I’ve heard rumors he’s already keeping ears on us with the new women at the Garrison.” Arthur’s voice was flat, and Thomas’ mind went to the two women he had recently met. The American (Y/H/C) with the glass of water for Danny and the Irish blonde. “People say that she was on the train with him, saw the files he was carrying.” Suspicion heightened the tension in the room. 

“Fucking copper couldn’t put anyone in the Garrison to listen in on us, Harry keeps his staff straight.” John defended the familiar old establishment.

“Regardless, I told the copper we’d have a family meeting and take a vote.” Arthur guided the conversation back to the Inspector, and it almost seemed like he was suggesting they become spies for the police. Silence gripped at the throats of the family, and Thomas hesitated with an answer.

“Why not? Hmm?” Arthur turned on the offensive. “We have no truck with the Fenians or communists.” Thomas simply stared at the table. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Arthur turned to face Pol. “What the fuck is wrong with him lately?”

“If I knew, I’d buy the cure from Compton’s chemists.” Aunt Pol responded, lighting a cigarette. 

-

After the crowd had settled back into their seats in the Garrison, you ventured up to your apartment and unlocked the door, placing your things inside and turning to leave again to start helping downstairs. As you again pulled the key from the door a shadow appeared from behind you.

“Why did you visit the police station?” An unfamiliar voice rang through the empty hall, chatter from the bar filling the silence. You turned around slowly, adrenaline at the surface of your skin. You were unfamiliar with the man’s name, but you recognized his face. He was in the group of men Harry had talked to about you a few nights ago. “Now is not the time to lie, madam, and I would appreciate it if we could speak quickly, I have a beer downstairs waiting for me.”

Your stomach sunk, knowing that there was no lying your way out of the situation. “I had been traveling from Inverness to London when I met a man on the train. I didn’t know he was a policeman when I explained to him I had lost my passport, and he offered to help get me a visa. I only visited him to explain I didn’t need it anymore.” Your hands twisted the fabric of your shirt anxiously while you spoke quickly.

“Did you see what files he was carrying?” His gruff voice commanded your attention.

“Uhm..” You paused, trying desperately to recall what the hideous green folders had typed on the front of them. “Uhh, Oh! Something about a munitions robbery, and the suspects that they have.” 

“Did you see any of the names?” He pressured again, leaning slightly closer.

“No, none at all.” You had backed up flush against your door, the wood creaking quietly.

The man leaned back and nodded, thin dirty-blonde hair poking out like straw from under his hat. Your words seemed to appease him to whatever capacity. He straightened his cap and muttered a quiet ‘thank you for your time’, before turning to leave.

“How did you know I visited the police station?” You asked, still shaken from the question. 

“There are eyes in this town madam, you’d be wise to make your intentions clear to them.” Was all the answer you got from over his shoulder.

-

Boxes and crates with their lids slammed down on top of and hammered into place. Two men loading a riverboat in the dead of night, a third walking from the road with a cigarette floating lazily from his hand to his mouth. 

“Uncle Charlie, a word.” His flat cap reflected the quarter moon on a razor’s edge.

“They are aboard. There’s no moon.” Charlie Strong stepped down the wooden gangway. “We can take them out to the turning point beyond Gas Street and leave them on the bank. They’ll be found by railway men first thing.”

The nephew put his cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag, smoke trailing from his nose and mouth as the dragon exhaled.

The pause was too long for Charlie Strong’s liking. “Is that an agreement?”

The young man’s face scrunched for a second and then fell. “I changed my mind.” 

“You what?”

“I have an alternative strategy.” The plot unraveled in his mind, yet another calculated step navigated with ease. Everything came easy to the Shelby boys when they put their minds to it, and that was why Thomas was in charge. “Tell Curly to take her out to the old tobacco wharf. There’s a lockup mooring we used to keep cigarettes. He knows it. When the boat leaves your yard, it’s no longer your concern.” He shared his cigarette with his uncle.

He took a fast drag. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you not seen the streets? They’ve sent a fucking army to find these things.”

“That’s right. They’ve shown their hand.” Thomas said casually.

Charlie scoffed. “Their hand?”

“If they want them back this bad, they’ll have to pay. That’s the way of the world.” Thomas’ eyes moved to his uncle’s. “Fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don’t just dump it on the bank of the Cut.” He pointed his chin to the river with a lift of his head. 

“You’re blood Tommy, I’ve always looked out for you like a dad.” Charlie paused. “You’re going to bring holy hell down on your head. This copper takes no prisoners.”

The young man nearly scoffed out loud. “I’m told he didn’t serve.” His eyebrows raised for a split second. “Reserved occupation.”

“Is it another war you’re looking for, Tommy?” 

His voice turned stern. “What did you find out from (Y/N)?” 

“She’s not working with the copper, but she wasn’t telling the entire truth.” Charlie spoke of the young woman Thomas requested he talk to. “But whatever you heard was correct, she was at the police station a few days back. She'd traveled down from Inverness, met the copper on the train. All she saw was a munitions robbery suspect list.” He took another short hit from the tobacco.

“Harry said that she was honest, she talked about how she couldn’t afford the trip to London. He said he hired her because he needed to. He couldn’t turn her away. But most importantly, he trusts her.” Charlie continued.

“You have to bring her into the business. If word gets out she knows about the guns, that copper will torture her. She’s an American, she’ll stay loyal to whoever gets to her heartstrings first, Tommy.” Charlie’s voice held genuine concern for your wellbeing. It seemed the only men you met in Small Heath wanted to protect you. “Don’t let an innocent person be hurt in the crossfire, Thomas.”

“I’ll talk to her, get the full story.” Thomas sighed, frustrated, he had far better things to do than sniff out a possible rat at the Garrison. He turned to fully face his uncle emphatically. “The tobacco wharf.” He tucked a set of keys into the older gentleman’s pocket. “By order of the Peaky Blinders.” 

And walked off into the night.

a.n. : TEEHEE i love this chapter sorry if its confusing as all hell at time but i tried me best,,,, im also still completely unaware as to how to make a taglist but im gonna figure it out (maybe) !!!

[writingforstraykids]

More than friends - Chp.4

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2839

Summary: Chan has trouble forgetting about the day he stumbled in on Minho and you. With Minho gone for business and stress rising he decides to take matters into his own hands...accidentally calling you instead of Min ...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!dom!chan, bottom!reader (not quite sub I think), p in v, masturbation (chan), fingering (f receiving)

A/N: As I promised, I'm tagging you @onmykneesforchanlix👀🤭~🌙

PART THREE | PART FIVE

It's been two weeks since Minho left for his trip. Two weeks since he made you whimper his name, bruising your body with kisses and loving bites. Two weeks since his fingers traveled to your most intimate places, made you slowly lose your mind and push you over the edge over and over again. Leaving for three weeks must've made him sentimental. It's also been two weeks since someone touched you, and damn, you're starting to miss it…you're not the only one. 

Two weeks ago, the night before his departure, after fucking you stupid all day while Chan was at work, Minho started searching Chan's near. You watched with interest how the very man who had ruined you in bed only hours before was now shyly gazing at his boyfriend, searching for his touch. Chan had picked up on it quite soon and promised when they thought you wouldn't hear them, that by the end of the night, Minho wouldn't know his own name anymore. That made your heartbeat drop to your lower regions in a matter of seconds. Judging by the sounds resonating through the walls, he made his promise come true, and you don't think you've ever heard Minho that wrecked before, bed slamming against your shared wall. Oh, how you longed to be in his place for one time only. 

Chan is gone a lot, working late and drowning in schedules and songs that need to be finished. You barely see him at the moment, but every morning, you wake up in his arms, his face buried in your back as he's finally asleep. He still searches your near, allowing himself to get more comfortable around you. But with Minho gone, he can't quite shake the thoughts of your first kiss and the time he walked in on you and Minho. Chan tries so hard not to think about it, feeling dirty whenever your bare body pops up in his mind and steals his breath once again. The more stressful his schedule gets, the more tense he is, and the more such thoughts slip into his mind. He really fucking misses Minho. 

Chan drags himself up the stairs to the front door of your home, blindly fumbling for his keys. His body is screaming for a release by now, but you're literally always there when he comes back home. He thought about calling Minho for help but he was pretty much always busy. So when he got to know he'd have a day off, he couldn't believe his luck. He'd just have to get you out of the house somehow. The first thing he notices is your favorite pair of sneakers missing and calling out for you, as he closes the door, he gets no answer. Chan drops his bag and races upstairs, realizing you're not here. 

He groans softly, taking his sweater off and throwing it onto the floor, his beanie and sneakers following. He quickly grabs the bottle of lube, safely stored away in the bedside table, and climbs into bed. Leaning against the headboard comfortably, he palms himself through his sweatpants, a low moan falling from his lips at that. "Fuck," he whispers to himself, quickly shuffling down his sweatpants and boxers to his knees in one go. He squeezes a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand and gets straight to work. "Fuck, yes," he moans out in relief as soon as his hand wraps around his dick. Soft gasps fall from his lips as he strokes himself, and his eyes flutter close at the much-needed friction. His toes curl as he thinks of his beautiful boyfriend, doe brown eyes staring into his, face contorted in pleasure as soon as he takes care of him. "Min, fuck," he whispers to himself desperately, thinking of the way he feels, clenching around him, body writhing beneath him. "Oh, yes, Min baby," he chokes out, arching into his fist. His thoughts wander, and suddenly, he sees you on top of Minho before his inner eye. "Y/N, shit," he whimpers. No, stop right there. 

Chan fumbles for his phone and shakily opens his contacts. Luckily, he had both Minho and you saved with an A before your names, so he doesn't have to scroll far to contact his boyfriend. Chan's body shakes at a particularly good twist of his wrist, and his thumb presses down, calling Minho. After two rings, Chan can tell he picked up, and he's too far gone to give him a proper warning. "Minho baby," he moans out obscenely loud. "Miss you so much, fuck," he adds, speeding up the movement of his hand. "Can't stop thinking 'bout you and her that day."

Your eyes widen at how wrecked he sounds, thighs instinctively pressing together tightly. Is he touching himself? Is he thinking of Minho and you? "Channie," you breathe out. "It's…it's Y/N." 

"Y/N?!" he shrieks in panic, a soft, suppressed moan following. "Shit, sorry." 

"It's okay," you tell him, glancing around the bus nervously. Hopefully, no one can hear anything. "Are you…are you touching yourself right now?" you ask quietly, and Chan whines softly. 

His movements falter, and he urges himself to stop. The sweet sound of your voice isn't exactly helping. "I'm so sorry, I meant to call Min," he pants softly. 

You chew on your lower lip and check the monitor, noticing with relief you'll be getting off in a bit. "It's fine. Rough day?" 

"Rough two weeks," Chan admits, biting his lower lip hard as his whole body screams at him to continue his previous activity. 

"Go on then," you say, getting up as the bus approaches your station. 

"Wh-What?" he stammers. 

"I suspect you called Min to get that last push," you say, and Chan hums, barely audible. "Who says I can't do that?" you ask and hop out of the bus, crossing the street quickly. 

"Y/N," Chan whines gently. 

"You just said you're thinking about me jerking off. I think you figured out the depth of your feelings by now, haven't you?" you ask, walking down the street to the house way quicker than usual. 

"I-I guess so," he nods and bites his lower lip hard. 

"Go on," you repeat yourself and feel the heat pooling in your stomach as a groan leaves his mouth. 

Chan wraps his hand around his dick, head falling back at the needed friction. "Okay," he breathes out, starting to stroke himself again. 

"Feels good?" you ask, finally spotting your house. 

"So good," he moans, putting you on speaker. His free hand slips beneath his shirt, pinching his nipple with a delicious whine. 

"What were you thinking of?" you ask curiously, searching for your keys. 

"Thought about Min, looks so - ahh- pretty when he cums," he tells you and picks up the pace a little, hips bucking into his fist. "Thought about you, ho-how he fucked you that day," he continues. "Wished it was me and - oh fuck," he groans, frustrated, still only dancing along the edge but never falling over. 

"We can arrange that," you say, but this time he hears your voice double. Chan looks at you through half-lidded eyes, jaw slack as sounds of need leave his mouth. His hair is starting to stick to his forehead, and his shirt's only half covering his toned torso. 

"Y/N," he moans desperately, a blush creeping up his neck. 

You kick off your shoes and discard your jacket to the floor, crawling onto their bed. "I'm here," you say soothingly and climb into his lap, replacing his hand with yours. His hands grip the sheets, head falling back with a needy whimper as you start stroking him, flicking your thumb over his tip. You bite your lip as you watch him squirm beneath you and gently cup his face with your unoccupied hand. "Always so hardworking, Channie," you say softly and plant a tiny kiss on his nose. "You deserve a reward, don't you think?" you ask, kissing his forehead. 

Chan feverishly lunges forward into a kiss, lips crashing onto yours. "Take it off," he mumbles against your lips, tugging at your shirt. 

You let go of him and grind down against him instead, taking your shirt off. Chan's hands grip your hips firmly as you unclasp your bra, giving him a better view. 

He buries his face in your breasts with a soft sound, immediately licking and leaving tiny, soft bites on your warm flesh. He guides your hips, moaning softly as he feels your wet warmth, even through those lace panties you're wearing beneath your skirt. "Fuck, Y/N," he pants, rutting up against you in need. His hands travel down, grabbing your thighs, squeezing them. "Can I cum inside you?" he asks so innocently, pupils blown with lust, it makes your stomach clench. "I promise I'll make it up to you; I just really wanna cum inside you," he babbles, still guiding your hips against his. 

"You can," you encourage him and yelp in surprise when Chan throws you onto your back, hovering over you within seconds. He doesn't waste much time ripping your panties in an attempt to get them off you. 

His fingers dip between your folds, drenched in your juices in no time. "Fuck you're so wet already," he groans, lips attacking your breasts once more as he pushes the first finger inside. 

You moan softly as he eases it in, licking over your nipple. Chan sucks on your breasts with a delicious little whimper, and your hand shoots up to bury itself in his curls. "Fuck, Channie," you moan, eyes rolling back as he already adds another finger. 

"Oh baby girl, gonna fuck you so good," he promises and kisses down your neck hastily. "You sound so sweet already," he growls, and there's the third finger. 

"Chan, shit, do it already," you moan out impatiently. 

Something in him tells him to scold you for being such a brat, being impatient, and everything. Who is he kidding? He's the one desperate to be buried inside you. He pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean with a low groan before finally pushing into you. The whimpers leaving his lips at that make him blush but he can't help it. You feel so good and are exactly what he needed all week. "Oh, shit, yeah," he moans, burying his face in your neck as he gets used to being inside you. 

"Channie?" you pant softly at the pleasurable stretch, soothingly scratching his scalp. 

"Yeah?" he asks softly, pushing himself up on his arms to lock eyes with you. 

"I can take it. Whatever you need," you say, and his hips involuntarily buck forward, making you moan. 

"I-I'm not sure," he shakes his head, blushing heavily. 

"Just pretend we did that a few times already," you tell him. "We can act all romantic another time. It's been years; I can wait another day," you tell him, and his eyes darken, lips parting with a soft gasp. 

"Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod. "Words, doll," he shakes his head. 

"I'm sure," you nod firmly. 

"Color?" he asks, lovingly caressing your thigh. 

“Green,” you smile gently.

Chan starts moving, finally, massaging your walls so perfectly. Your head falls back with a loud moan, pulling at his hair as you do. Your eyes flutter close as he soon picks up the pace, pounding into you with soft whimpers and needy groans. He pushes your legs up against your chest, practically folding you in half, and buries his face in your neck, hungry kisses littering your skin. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl,” he slurs out, hips snapping against your skin. 

“Shit, Channie,” you choke out as his thumb meets your clit, stroking in circular motions. A needy, frustrated groan leaves his lips, and you can tell he’s holding back. “Chan.”

“Wh-What?” he asks, burying himself deeper into your neck, embarrassed by the sheer need his voice and movements are dripping with.

“Stop holding back,” you tell him, nails digging deep into his back. “Use me.”

“Y/N,” he whines softly; the mere thought is enough to make his stomach tighten painfully.

“Do it,” you moan out at another harsh snap of his hips. “Take what you need.” His next thrust has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails digging deep into his back and pulling at his hair. “Oh, fuck.”

Chan grabs your hands and pushes them down above your head as he pounds into you, desperately chasing his high. A string of incoherent curses mixed with your name falls from his lips, his cheeks blushing at the sheer need he’s taking you with. Fuck, you’d never let him forget that one, would you? “Y/N?” he whimpers, hips stuttering, already so worked up from before that it didn’t take long for him to get close at this pace.

“Fuck, fill me up already,” you moan out, seeing stars as he toys with your clit so perfectly. He tenses up above you only shortly after, painting your walls with his hot release. A broken sound leaves his lips, and he has trouble keeping up the rhythm of his finger against your clit. You don’t care because the intensity of the scene is enough to make you follow close, milking him dry as you clench around him. 

Chan collapses on top of you and buries his face in your neck, panting softly. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes after a minute of silence. 

You giggle breathlessly and run your hand through his hair. “There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for, my dear.”

“I don’t know what the fuck just happened,” he chimes in, chuckling. “It was long overdue, I guess.”

“Mhm,” you hum softly and fondle his hair. “I guess Minho was right; we’d fuck before we talk this out.”

“God, he’ll be so pleased with himself when we tell him,” he groans.

“Leave him some fun; we’ve caused him enough headaches,” you chuckle.

-

A week later, Chan and you have settled everything, deciding to be boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. Chan is driving to the airport to pick up Minho as a surprise, and you can’t stop smiling at the thought of finally seeing him again. “Y/N?” he asks gently.

“Yes, angel?” you ask, glancing at him curiously.

“How open do you want this to be?” he asks you, taking a turn left.

“You mean how many partners or-?”

“No,” he giggles. “The two of you are more than enough,” he grins, and you gently punch his arm. “I meant public wise?”

You nod slowly and search his eyes once he parked the car. “I have no issue with being your girlfriend in public. I know there’ll be people hating me for being loved by you and Min. I know some will call me all sorts of names for being together with both of you, but honestly, I don’t care.”

“You’re sure?” he checks once again, and you nod firmly. “I know Minho only told no one because of me because, honestly, he doesn’t give a fuck…so I think I’m ready now.”

“You mean let’s greet him like we would at home?” you ask, growing excited. 

“Yeah,” Chan smiles shyly and giggles as you lean over, pulling him into a firm kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Damn right,” you giggle and hop out of the car. 

Chan’s hand slips into yours as you step into the airport, and you flinch back, surprised for a second, as bright lights meet you and people start screaming. “I’m here,” he promises, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to Minho’s gate. “Sorry, should’ve warned you about that.”

“It’s alright; I should get used to it by now,” you snort at yourself, and Chan presses a soft kiss onto your temple.

“Neither I nor Min are,” he chuckles.

Only shortly after Minho comes down the hallway, pulling his suitcase with him and chatting with one of the managers by his side. His eyes light up as he spots the two of you, and he excuses himself, closing the distance between you. He pulls you into a tight hug, eyes widening in surprise as you kiss him. Minho doesn’t think much, having missed you too dearly, and kisses back tenderly. “Hi there, kitten,” he says softly. You smile at him and take a step back, making room for Chan. Minho searches his eyes curiously, seeming even more surprised when Chan cups his face and kisses him lovingly. “Well, that is a surprise,” he giggles happily at the pair of you.

You gently take Chan’s hand and smile at Minho. “There’s one more.”

You don’t have to explain, and Minho pulls you both into his arms, beaming. “I’m so glad you figured it out. Now let’s go home, I want all the details.”

“Told you,” Chan laughs.

“You’ll love this story,” you smirk and Chan blushes heavily. 

Minho watches him curiously before grinning. “Can’t wait.”

PART THREE | PART FIVE

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[ominosus]

pray tell — fem!reader x ominis gaunt

summary: older fem!reader x ominis gaunt — you find yourself cornered by Ominis in the ministry of magic. Ominis revels in the effect he has on you and how he makes you squirm by his mere presence. Love/hate, powerplay.

warnings: a little teas never hurt, right? kind of kissing, but not really at all (sadly)... insinuating explicit things, but (alas) nothing too explicit

”Really?” he quickly countered. ”Pray tell, y/n.” he spoke quietly.

Ominis leaned back against his black, wooden desk. Peering at her, he folded up his sleeves, revealing strained veins climbing up his arms towards his neck. His bright hair reflected the soft and unearthly light in the room, almost glowing, and his otherwise perfect hairdo looked somewhat disheveled after a long day's work. 

He didn’t leave any wiggle room for her to find a way out of the situation she found herself in — quarreling in her lank-luring-longtime-friend-turned-colleague's office in the ministry of magic, again... Like many times before, he’d cornered her. She didn't understand why she put herself in these situations. The arguments were more often than not completely irrelevant, but she insisted on them, sought them out, sought him out. He'd always gotten on her nerves, always being so composed in comparison to her. She burned quickly while he burned slowly. Sebastian and she were similar in that sense, which is why they got along so well. Always up to something mischievous, Ominis always being there to get them out of trouble. She envied him for his tact, almost compelled by it. She huffed: growing flustered and frustrated as she sensed a growing loss of words forming in the back of her head. His foggy eyes seemed to cloud her head completely as he peered over at her. Even if blind, he saw right through her.

She scavenged for a weak spot, anything to even out the playing field a little, but only found herself at dead ends. Ominis stared at her shrewdly, tucking his hands in his pockets. She knew he knew she was struggling and she cursed him for it. He drove her insane without even having to do anything. He just stood there, cooly, composure fully intact, observing her every move, letting her own words and actions ricochet back at her. He just listened as she created her own trap; feeling her squirm slightly where she stood; the air shifting around her, hearing her heart pound faster. He knew very well that he was the puppeteer in this play, but she moved so perfectly under his threads. Credit where credit’s due, he thought as he adjusted himself, clearing his throat slightly. ”Good gracious, y/n. You’re not usually this quiet…” he spoke, somewhat maliciously — feigning boredom, and he was right, she had fallen quiet as she stood looking at him. He could feel her frustation with him grow as he started to turn his back on her, making him tug at his lip. However, there was still some fight in her as she opened her mouth...

”It’s odd, really… For someone who’s proclaimed themselves to be against all things sinister… you do take a wicked pride in torturing me, Gaunt.” she finally retorted, putting emphasis on her last word. She sounded more like a spoilt child than an adult trying to hold their ground. Ominis huffed out a soft chuckle as he shook his head, turning to her. "Perhaps the apple doesn't fall from the tree after all." he teased back. "Careful now, love. Should we really whip out the aces in our sleeves this early in the evening, using surnames, and… what not...” he spoke leisurely, amused at her meagre attempt for power. Making her cheeks burn red. He could hear her laugh rather meekly in front of him, bordering closer to insanity, before she started fumbling for a clever comeback, tripping on her own words. He knew she despised him for how he made her behave around him, how he made her feel — he loved how he made her feel: vulnerable, starved, impatient. All things she desperately worked so hard not to be. While she was otherwise used to being in control, and always having the upper hand, as well as being the one with the quick remarks — she met her match when she met Ominis. A match she for once feared she might not win.

Ominis let out a soft and relaxed sigh as he listened to her digging herself deeper. She paused at his sly demeanor and huffed out a short breath, annoyed that a relaxed sigh was all it took for him to make her look even more feeble in comparison — she was having a hard time knowing when to accept defeat. The faintest of smirks lurked on Ominis lips. He stood up slightly straighter, slowly making his way closer to her. Shaking his head slightly as he narrowed the space in between them, as if telling her off. She shrunk where she stood, her words growing into small dots before they dissolved entirely. His presence pushed her to move backwards, as if strong forces were moving against each other. He sighed and took a couple steps closer, making her step backwards into a bookshelf having no more space left to go. The pounding of her chest had travelled up to her head now and she couldn’t think clearly at all looking up at the pale eyes peering down at her. Fixating on a vein on Ominis neck she felt her stomach churn as she saw how it pulsated, steadily, hypnotizing. There was this burning sensation clawing up her throat that she feared could consume her completely if she were to open her mouth even the slightest – so she gulped down hard, simultaneously growing tense and soft as a puddle as the feeling landed somewhere in her stomach instead. Ominis slowly started to lean down. The smirk still resting on his lips. His breath reached the soft skin of her cheeks. ”I do.” he whispered steadily into her ear, while her composure was faltering at a steady pace. ”I do take pride in torturing you…” he repeated, lingering on every word so that he would make himself very clear, moving slightly closer. ”-and do you know what the best part of it is?” he asked, eyebrows slightly raised as he peered at her. His misty eyes looked straight at her, sending a shiver down her spine. She knew it was a rhetorical question. He was toying with her. She frowned at him, frustrated and mad at the effect he had on her, but mostly mad at herself for allowing his fangs to sink so deep into her and ashamed for wanting them to sink deeper. "Cocky, are we?" she blurted out rather meekly in the space between them as an attempt to sound as if she was fully in control, earning a low chuckle from Ominis. She felt a pit underneath her feet widen at the sound of his crow, as if it would swallow her whole. Ominis shook his head again. "Well, wouldn't you like to know." he spoke slowly. She mustered up the last willpower she could find and turned her head slightly closer towards Ominis who mimicked her. He could feel her heaving. "Well... pray tell, then, Ominis. What's the best part of torturing me?" she finally spoke through gritted teeth making him grin with his this time at the sound of his name on her lips. Leaning even closer he felt her rosy lips brush against his ever so slightly. An involuntary gasp left her lips as she felt him close in on her, his warm breath against her, his lips moving the air around them. Tingles fell like raindrops from her head to her toes, bouncing back and forth in her chest, making her feel positively delirious.

”The best part is that you enjoy it.”