#love confession moment but it could be also a lil funny

[candyunicornsateme]

idea where Kenny is desperately trying so hard to confess to Kyle and just say I love you but somehow every time they get interrupted by something or someone and Kenny is a man of very few words and its hard to get alone and eventually Kyle’s on the brink of insanity like “fucking SAY IT KENNY” and violently shakes Kenny so much he doesn’t even hear it clear the first time

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[milkpup]

✧ ns/fw alphabet: choso ✧

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›› choso x 18+f!reader

‹𝟹 tags: switch!choso, switch!reader, choso is a perv tbh

‹𝟹 notes: thought i'd make a lil smthn smthn while it's still valentine's day <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

›› still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

›› he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing

›› he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

›› he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

›› he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

›› although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

›› mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

›› he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

›› he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

›› he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

›› literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

›› anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

›› he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

›› absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)

›› he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

›› both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

›› it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

›› he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

›› multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

›› loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

›› this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

›› too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

›› 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

›› as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3

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[moonrisecoeur]

romance — leon kennedy

author’s note: i am sick this is actually a really cute fic. although i might be a lil mentally ill. this fic is for @ovaryacted so i hope u like it nic :3 feeling re6 leon vibes hehe !!

wc: 4.7k

content: detective leon x psycho reader, fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to femininely), no d/s dynamics but reader is slightly more in control, lots of pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, my girl, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty wife), talks of marriage, unprotected sex, blood as lube. reader is like actually insane but leon loves her.

warning: this fic is dark content, containing moderate amounts of blood and gore depictions, along with discussions of murder, torture, bodies, weapons, etc. please read with caution and take care of yourself.

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notes:

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly. 

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

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“what… have you done now, princess?” he stumbles, because when you said you look good in red, he clumsily thought you meant you were going to wear a red dress for him. 

“the guy was asking for it, lee,” you tell him, taking a step closer to reach out to him, but he steps back, “are you… afraid of me?”

“kinda. i also just… i don’t want you to get blood on my work clothes,” his smile is always gentle towards you. there’s no reality where detective kennedy can get mad at you, though. he adores you too greatly.

your eyes drop from focusing on his soft, warm gaze, to trailing down his body. he really does make himself pretty for you. black blazer and black dress pants on top of a red wine button down, top two buttons left unbuttoned because obviously the s in leon s. kennedy stands for slut. or maybe selfless? sensitive? submissive? who knows?

either way, you have the eyes of a predator. he knows you know that, yet you make no attempt to ease his mind, to tell him, ‘oh, it’s alright baby. i would never hurt you’ because neither of you are sure if that’s true. 

“blood on your clothes, huh..?” you murmur, almost distantly, like your mind was somewhere else.

“we, uh, have dinner reservations, baby. why don’t you get cleaned up and we can go? i don’t think… the restaurant would appreciate blood all over their chairs and tables,” he looks away, and then back to you. your eyes are hungry, but he tries to keep you focused, “baby, you got rid of the body, right?”

“well.. not necessarily… i wanted to dismember him myself,” you pout, like you were asking for something a lot less gruesome. like, ‘leon, could we please get ice cream after dinner?’ but instead you were asking something a little bit more on brand for you. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised.

“just… okay, whatever. just c’mere and kiss me, sweetie,” he welcomes you into his arms again, refusing to even pay any mind to the viscous scarlet liquid that saturates his velvet suit, your hand staining his neck and you reach to rest it on the back of his neck. he stopped caring about the mess and wrapped his arms around your waist.

you kiss him feverishly, stained hands and tainted souls clashing together. leon was rotten before you met him, corrupted and dark. you feel a bit more comfortable with the fact that you have not ruined him. there was nothing good about him to ruin. he lies, fabricates and destroys evidence, forces confessions, truly a brutal guy. 

and yet, for the pretty thing that clutches onto him, only feeling truly happy in his arms, he is comfort. he’s safety and goodness. he is everything that’s right in her world. your world.

you are awful. but so is leon. that is why he loves you so dearly. if people like you both are even capable of such emotions.

your dress is carmine and if leon didn’t know any better, he’d think you were a victim of a heinous crime, but he does know better. and he knows there is not a single scratch or bruise on you.

leon holds you close to him, hands wrapped around your waist, giving you his complete soul, enjoying the warmth of your embrace and the familiar feel of your lips pressed against his. he squeezes you tightly and runs his hands along your hips, his touch smooth and gentle. 

leon is your complete opposite. your touch is forceful and aggressive, but leon is gentle. all your body knows is his softness. you are erratic and violent, but leon is composed. 

as you continue kissing him, leon's breath becomes heavier and his heart beats faster. he pulls away for a moment, panting gently as an expression of pure joy and relief crosses his face. leon leans down again, this time capturing your chin between his fingers as he looks into your eyes, soaking in the sight of you.

“you… are beautiful,” his voice echoes, low and full of an adoration even leon can’t wrap his head around. scarlet covers your figure, and all he can see is utter beauty. 

“you got anywhere to be, detective kennedy?” you smile as you address him professionally, but it’s only teasing. your hand is moving to help him shrug off his suit coat and he thinks he might be here a bit longer than he thought. you throw it onto the table.when your hand starts moving to help him take off his jacket, his eyebrow raises in interest, and his eyes follow the movement of your hand until it touches his shoulder and starts undoing the buttons.

"no, nowhere in particular," he says casually, watching his coat get thrown to the side. you’re careless. that is expensive velvet, and your red hands definitely just ruined it. it’s alright he muses, he’ll just replace it. 

the coat, he clarifies to himself. he’ll replace the coat. not this memory with you. 

"excellent," you tell him, crimson fingers tangling into his blonde hair, “i wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.”

"i figured as much," he chuckles playfully, enjoying the feeling of your fingers digging into his scalp, massaging the tension away. leon's body relaxes against yours, savoring the feel of you pressed against him. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.

"i've been working way too hard today," he sighs, and he sees the soft pout that comes to your face. it’s gotta be the cutest thing he’d ever seen, "don’t look at me like that, baby. i just didn't get much of a chance to relax. it’s my job, princess.” leon squeezes you tightly against him, the warmth from his body radiating against yours.

“how does your brain work for that long?” you shake your head, “i feel like i would start losing it with how long of days you work. you shouldn’t have to work so hard, lee.”

"i swear, i was staring at the same case file for like, ten hours straight," he sighs. "i can't look at those numbers and words anymore."

"i bet," you mumble, noticing the way the blood is drying up in his hair and on both of your clothes and skin, "you look like you're the murderer now," you chuckle, "i think i'm going to have to lock you up."

leon lets out a laugh, looking down at himself and noticing the dried blood caking up in his hair and on his suit, "i bet i do," he chuckles, "i look like i've just come from a crime scene."

leon looks up at you, his eyes shining mischievously. "then i guess you'll have to arrest me," he teases, "do you have the handcuffs ready?"

you laugh, mostly because you know he’s making shitty jokes, but also because you might enjoy restraining him a little too much, “oh yeah, except the jail cell is my bedroom.”

"well, you're the officer who has to bring me in," he says with a smirk, "i don't think i'll be resisting arrest too much."

“oh, shut up, dork. just kiss me,” you groan to him, pulling him in by the hips. his white button up dress shirt being stained by your red hands feels indicative of what you’ve done to leon. it’s not like he’s perfectly pristine, he’s been a corrupt cop for years, but… you have only made him worse.

it's as if he's addicted to the touch and affection of your hands, his body becoming hot with desire. he enjoys the way you press against him, your red hands staining his shirt and staining his soul. your fingers dig into his hips forcefully as you pull him in close to you, your tainted hands staining his clothes as you do so. you've definitely made him even more corrupt than he was before you came into the picture, and he's loving every second of it.

you pull away to whisper to him, in his ear, wet blood covering his skin and his clothes, "i love you."

now, he’s known for a long time that you love him, even if that love is twisted and tainted. as blood drips down the both of you, he wraps his arms around you more tightly, burying his face in your neck as he whispers into your ear.

"i love you too, princess,”  he whispers back, not caring about the dried blood coating you both, "also, wait, where is your victim? did anyone see you? please tell me you were careful, baby."

"i destroyed his body parts already, don't worry. no one saw me."

"thank god.. or should i say thank you?" leon replies with a cheeky grin. to him, you are god. you are a religion. you are a deity who visits him in his dreams and treats him like her beloved human pet. he looks at you for a moment, his eyes trailing over your body, the dried blood of your previous victims making you look even more beautiful to him. god, you are so fucking pretty to him.

"though, i do need your help destroying evidence.." your fingers draw sweet little hearts onto his back once you throw his dress shirt off entirely, but he's certain your bloody hearts left literal, physical drawings on his skin. you are so fucking deranged and he adores you.

"i can help you with anything," he murmurs, leaning his head down to plant kiss after kiss on your neck, “that’s what i’m here for, baby.”

every trace of your blood-stained heart has been embedded and melded into his skin, like a stain that can never be washed out with bleach. he loves his psycho princess.

"but i don't want to think about that right now," you lean your head on his shoulder, "i just wanna be here with you.."

leon nods, enjoying the feeling of your head pressed onto him, the warmth from your body radiating gently, "i know, i know, baby," he says softly, "no worrying right now, just you and i."

after a moment of peace and calm, you perk your head up suddenly, a contemplative look on his face, "do you think... will i ever go to prison?"

leon chuckles, shaking his head as he continues stroking your hair, "no, you won't," he replies confidently, "not as long as i'm around, and i'm not going anywhere. i'll always keep you safe and make sure you're never caught."

leon feels the weight of your worries melt away from you. he enjoys being the one to calm you, tame you in a way. you are a monster, but with him, you’re his sweet girl with her.. mildly disturbing hobbies.

"you’ll be okay," he says gently, "i mean, if anyone does find evidence pointing to you, i'll get rid of it before it can even be used. i'm not going to let anyone come between us.”

“yeah?”

“you’re stuck with me forever, princess. i’ll make sure you never spend even one night in a jail cell. only the most comfortable living arrangements for my baby.”

you chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, “you’re the one that’s stuck with me. who knows? maybe my thirst for blood will include you some day.”

leon laughs, his body trembling slightly at your sweet kisses against his neck, he doesn't even want to think about the possibility of you deciding to kill him one day, but he also knows that it's not an impossibility. he swallows the lump in his throat and decides it's better to just push that thought away for now.

the worst part is… he knows you’d enjoy it. you’d watch the light slowly leave his eyes with glee. makes him nauseous.

"maybe," he says with a teasing tone, but it’s impossible to miss how his voice shakes, "but i'm more valuable to you alive, sweetheart."

“i know, i know.” you giggle, hands digging into the waistband of his fancy velvet slacks, “i just like playing with you. you get so nervous.. it’s cute.”

leon grins in return, but a hint of a nervous chuckle escapes his lips when he feels you start unbuttoning his pants.

he feels his heart rate start to pick up, both from anticipation and a little bit of anxiety, “you like playing with me huh…” he says in a lower, somewhat panting voice, “don’t play with your food, baby. do what you gotta do.”

you smirk, pushing him down onto his office chair, the same one you bought him a couple months ago when he was complaining about his old one. you sit yourself down on his lap, hands resting around the back of his neck, caressing him so sweetly. god, if leon closed his eyes, he could pretend this was normal and you were normal and you were both just two young lovers that adored each other. 

his hands grasp your waist and keep you close, as he's afraid you'll leave him. you can't leave him now. not after all he's done for you, to protect you, to save you from yourself. he's ruined himself for you, he's destroyed evidence and burned bodies and lied and lied and lied for you. you can't leave him now.

his psychopath. his monster. his sweet lover. him. you belong to him. 

he doesn't understand why you're so gentle with him, but you are and he's grateful, so he doesn't push the subject. when your hands pull at the waistband of his boxers, his eyes become soft and glassy and he rests his head back against the chair. you may do what you please with him at this point.

leon lets out a contented sigh as he relaxes back into the chair, his head leaning against the backrest as he gazes up at you. you are… breathtaking. a beautiful dove covered in her victim’s crimson blood.

your touch is soft and delicate, much different from the usual roughness that you've had with your previous victims. yet he can't complain that you're choosing to be so gentle with him, letting him keep this illusion of you being a normal person, just for a moment.

"can i have you, lee? right here, right now?"

it's almost amusing how normal that question sounds to him. after all this time, after everything he's done for you, after all the murders he's covered up for you, the bodies he's burned and the evidence he's destroyed... it almost makes him chuckle to hear that sentence. it’s remarkable, honestly. you’re vicious and violent and cruel… and you’re asking for consent? how adorable.

"of course," he says softly, his tone slightly pleading and desperate, "please. take me, baby... i'm yours."

you smile sweetly, though the sweetness is undercut by the blood on your face. he would almost assume you're possessed by something demonic if he didn't already know you were evil to begin with, "you make me so happy, baby." you muse gently, "you keep me safe, protect me when i mess up... i'm gonna be your perfect little wife someday."

leon chuckles softly at your words, but there's a part of him that's a little bit terrified. in his mind, he knows that this isn't the beginning of some fairytale romance, and that your intentions aren't quite pure, but he chooses to ignore those thoughts. he's already fallen down such a dark path because of your influence, so what's stopping him from falling a little bit deeper and going all the way down into this fucking madness with you?

"i'll protect you from everything," he replies, his fingers gripping tightly around yours, "nothing will ever hurt you again, my sweet wife. i’ll keep you safe and happy, always.”

"we should get married in a big, beautiful chapel. i don't need a lot of people there, i just want to be there with you."

leon grins, "you'd be happy with just a small wedding?" he asks with a hint of surprise in his voice, "i thought you'd want something big and extravagant to show off to everyone."

“all i need is a pretty dress and you,” you whisper to him.

leon chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, his fingers slightly trembling. a part of him can't help but wonder how this would all end: would it actually end happily? with you two walking down the aisle to an altar, exchanging vows? or would it end up with his body buried deep in the woods?

he forces himself to ignore those thoughts, for now he should stay focused on the moment. you look at him so sweetly, so earnestly, so he decides to trust your intentions with him for now.

"i'd love to see you in a beautiful dress," he says softly. 

“i would look pretty just for you.”

leon chuckles and squeezes your hand again, it's funny how he can go from fearing you to becoming utterly enamored with you in a matter of moments.

"i have no doubts about that, sweetheart," he replies, "now come here."

you smile as you lean in to kiss him again, hands finally resuming their movements to get into his underwear.

leon lets out a soft groan, his muscles tensing as he feels your hands slip through the fabric of his underwear, pulling out his cock for you to play with, or so he assumes you’ll do. you play with it like it’s a toy, something you can just have fun messing with while he sleeps or before you fuck him. he uses the verbage of ‘you fucking him’ because this is in no way him fucking you… even if it’s his dick. at some point that dick attached to his pelvis became yours.. 

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you begin to caress him. he's just so vulnerable to you, he's yours in every aspect of the word, physically and emotionally. yours, yours, yours.

"i'll be gentle, i promise. i'm just gonna stroke your cock, nice and slow.." you murmur. your touch is warm but teasing, and when you notice the tension in his body, you can't help but giggle, "i can't go too quickly just yet.. can't make you feel too much too soon."

leon chuckles softly, a part of him enjoying this teasing routine. he knows that eventually you'll give him what he wants, so he doesn’t mind waiting. whatever his girl wants, she gets.

"i know" he says panting slightly, "just take your time, princess..."

it's just so hard not to adore him, so malleable and soft, you could mold him into anything you want.

leon's eyes are starting to get hazy, his breath hitching in his throat and his body trembling. your touch is so delicate yet so powerful, it's making his entire body quiver. he’s not even on the edge but he feels like he is. both of your hands jerk him off so slow and sensual, and he knows the only reason they’re moving so smoothing is because your hands still have wet blood on them… which means you’re practically using that guy’s blood as lube and… this is so fucked up. you are so fucked up. you are awful and he can’t wait to make you his wife.

leon’s not necessarily the most submissive man alive, but he does listen well and you always get what you want, so take that as you will. he's always been so easy to mold into whatever you want him to be. he's followed along like a loyal dog, doing everything you ask of him. he's done such despicable things in your name, knowing that at the end of the day, you'll love him enough to keep him by your side.

he feels your thumb massaging his tip and he suppresses a nervous whimper, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in the feeling of your touch. you’re too much of a tease, but leon is patient.

“promise that you’ll always stay with me, lee. promise that you’ll never leave,” you whisper. he doesn’t know why you expect such a deep answer from him when his brain is becoming more and more mushy by the second.

“i promise," he whispers back, still panting slightly from pleasure. “i'm never going to leave you. i'll stay by your side for as long as we're alive. i'll never stop protecting you, loving you"

“i will sink my claws into you and never let you leave,” you growl.

he leans his head back against the chair again, a smile creeping on his lips as he lets out a shuddering breath. "i'm all yours, princess, and i have no desire to be anyone else's."

just as he starts to get close to the edge, riding the fine line of pleasure, you pull your hands away from him. you feel bad for denying him, but you're only doing it so you both can finish together. leon lets out a soft shiver as you tug your hands away, your teasing just making him more and more desperate.

he lets out a tense, groaning sigh as you pull your hands away, a small whimper escaping his lips as you did so. he's so close, but you're not quite ready to let him cum yet.

leon tries his best not to show his disappointment, the build up has been intense and it's frustrating to feel himself denied, but he knows you love it. you love making him desperate, making him beg.

he concedes: this is what you like, so it’s what he likes. 

but his disappointment is quickly brushed away as you get up off of him to take off your beautiful bloody dress, and your undergarments too. for all of the blood on your face, neck, chest, and arms, the rest of you is mostly untouched, and he finds the difference rather amusing. your stomach and thighs look so soft and innocent.

he gazes at you lustfully as you remove your clothes, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at your naked body. he can’t think, can’t breathe, his eyes going everywhere they’re not supposed to. he can only try so hard to be a gentleman. 

"you.. are going to make me your wife," you say, voice carrying an air of certainty. you are not suggesting. you are telling him what's going to happen, and he will obviously obey, “you’ll buy me a pretty ring. nothing expensive, don’t waste your money on something stupid like a diamond. and you’ll take me on a beautiful honeymoon, and we’ll spend every moment of those days together just fucking like rabbits. understood?”

marriage was never something he considered until you called yourself his ‘pretty little wife’ to be honest, but with the way you're demanding it now... it's something he'd easily give in to, "okay" he finally manages to whisper back, "anything for my beautiful wife."

you smile gently, settling back onto his lap, pussy aching for the cock in front of you, so desperate to fill you up, “you ready, baby?” you ask.

leon nods, his eyes fluttering briefly at your words, “yeah, i'm ready," he mumbles, his breath already short and his heart beating so hard he's surprised that you can't hear it.

you slide him inside, giving yourself a moment to adjust. leon can't help but find the slight discomfort in your face cute.

you moan gently, resting your hands on his shoulders, "o-oh, ah..."

he can hear every soft sound and breath that escapes your lips as you begin to move, and he can't help but let out a soft groan as well. his hands grip tightly around you, tightening every time you moan or gasp.

leon holds onto you for dear life, he knows he's already so close to finishing, he could really blow any second, but the longer this goes, the longer this moment lasts, the more intense it gets. you’re going to kill him one of these days. 

"l-lee.." you gasp, hips rocking back and forth, almost circular motions.

"oh god.. baby..." he lets out a tense moan as you ride him, movements gentle but somehow still so overwhelming.  his fingertips dig into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself restrained, but he's at the very edge of his control.

every movement sends a jolt through his body, his muscles flexing and releasing with everything he's got to keep himself from finishing before you.

“leon…” you groan again, and he never really realizes the effect he has on you until your body is trembling as you ride his cock. your voice isn’t quite begging, but he almost hears it like that. it sounds like a love confession wrapped up in his name. he doesn’t see it until all of your defenses are down, but you love him so helplessly that it must be scary. 

god, he wants to hold you in his arms forever and never let you go. protect his serial killer for the rest of her days.

he lets out another tense, breathy moan as you start to move even faster, you're pushing him to the limit. every sensation that he feels is so intense, he can hardly handle it, it takes every ounce of self-discipline in his body to keep himself from finishing early, but that’s what you get for edging him right before. you put him at a huge disadvantage.

“wait for me..” you whisper, “wanna cum with you..”

he nods his head, his eyes squeezed shut as a trembling breath escapes from his lips. he's trying his hardest to wait for you to finish, the urges and sensations within him are overwhelming and he feels as though he might explode at any moment.

and he does unfortunately, just a moment early, but it kick-starts your orgasm so for the most part, you’re both gasping and moaning and breathing fast and shaky and helpless together, hands grasping at any skin they can reach as you’re pulled ever closer to him. he sticks his head into the crook of your neck as your pretty pussy squeezes around him. he feels breathless and helpless, holding you like he’d die without you. he feels your heavy breath and your hands tightly gripping him, you must be completely gone, orgasm hitting you in waves that squeeze every drop of cum out of him.

you’re his, he realizes. completely, utterly his. you need him. you can’t go on without leon and there is nothing more pleasing than being your lifeline. your face makes that cute little pout, dried bloody fingers making his shoulders red, but this time it might just be his blood. your nails are digging into him, but he can’t blame you. you’re too lost in pleasure to realize what you’re doing.

once you both start to slow and calm down, breathing returning to a more normal pace, you lean down to rest your head on his chest. 

after a moment, you ask him, “are you really gonna marry me?”

“mhm,” he hums, fingers brushing against your head, licking his thumb to try and rub off the dried blood on your forehead, “i'll get you a ring and get down on one knee and everything.”

“what will our wedding be like?”

“whatever you want, princess,” he closes his eyes, “i don't have a single care in the world about what flowers you pick or if you want to invite people or if you just want it to be us two and an officiant in the empty wedding chapel. i just want to call you my wife. my sweet, pretty wife. my girl. my only love.”

you giggle, nuzzling closer into his chest, “detective kennedy. my husband,” you grin cutely, “my leon. mine.”

burgundy drips from his fingertips as he brushes them against your cheek, “yours.”

[holymusicalmothman]

spencer make my brain go numb like i wanna lazily makeout with him :(

Smosh Masterlist

Aight my lil guys. I’ve been ✨inspired✨. It gonna be short tho

Mkay but I feel like it’s just tender af. Ya know? Like all the time in the world kinda lazy kissing but it’s still absolutely breathtaking. Like. Y’all are just doing nothing on a Sunday afternoon, just watching a movie or smth and like ten minutes later you’re just seated on his lap and oof.

Also. I can’t remember whether or not I know what Spence’s cats names are. I know Damien’s, but I don’t think I know Spencers 🤔 Let a girl know lol

Could be included in my Ian’s Sister AU. This lil fic took me on a journey.

Word count: 500-600???

TW: Kissing!!! Nothing expletive. Established relationship.

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Lazy Sunday Confessions

What had started as a planned movie date with your boyfriend had slowly turned into a lazy make out session on his couch.

Not that you were complaining. The movie had been quiet and rather slow, so you had found an entertaining pastime in each other that fit the vibe given by the slow Sunday afternoon.

His lips moved slowly but purposefuly with yours, one hand against the back of your neck and the other rubbing circles into your hip through your shirt.

Spencer’s apartment was silent apart from the gentle lul of the tv and soft, breathy sighs. His cats were no where in sight, napping in another room for sure. It was just the two of you.

You could lose yourself in the moment forever, everything outside of your boyfriend was long forgotten. Nothing existed save for the feeling of his lips moving against your own as his stubble lightly tickled your face. Your hands moved from his shoulders upwards to tangle your finders into messy dark curls.

Spencer did something nice with his jaw as he continued to kiss you and you sighed happily, your heart fluttering in its contentment.

You finally pulled away for a moment, and he trailed slow, gentle kisses across your cheek and to your jaw, only stopping when your forehead came to rest against his neck.

How could kissing be so…tiring? You thought to yourself. There was so much more that went into it than you had once thought. But you didn’t want to stop.

“It’s getting late, pretty girl. Gonna be dark soon.” He mumbled into your hair, his hand moving from the back of your neck to brush through your hair.

“‘m t’red,” you mumbled back and you felt him shake in silent laughter.

“If you’d like, you could stay here tonight.” There was a waver in his voice and it betrayed his nervousness. “Just to sleep, baby. No funny business until you say you’re ready.”

You smiled. You really did have the best boyfriend. “It’ll stay.”

You felt him tense in excitement. “Really?”

“Mhm. I finally picked up all the clothes I keep leaving at ‘Manda’s on wine night. I’ve got some sweats I can wear,” you began sitting up. “Just gotta run out to my car.”

“You could leave some of those clothes here, too.” He said.

Your eyes met his dark blue ones.

“I may have already made some space for you in my drawer.” He confessed. “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You had your hands on either side of his face and you were pulling him back into your orbit before he had even finished taking.

He tasted of Kickstart and something so distinctly Spencer that you weren’t sure if it existed anywhere else. The smell of cologne and what was either body wash or shampoo wrapped back around you as the world once more shrunk down to just the two of you.

“I love you.” Slipped past your lips and across his skin and you froze, thinking the confession had been shoved deeper into your subconscious.

But the grin that broke across Spencer’s face could have powered the sun and erased any anxiety you had. It reached all the way to his eyes which had suddenly teared up.

“Really? I’ve been waiting so long to hear that, pretty girl. I love you, too.”

I ran out of steam towards the end there. But I’m not someone who writes anything super intimate, so this was a well accepted and well welcomed challenge.

[letters2won]

Hi may I ask for an idolNiki x black reader fiction Where she's one year younger than him and is really scared to admit her feelings/confess because of fans who say that he doesn't like black people /black girls soo she starts to try and give him space so she doesn't come off as clingy/pushy and he tells her that their just stupid obviously and that he loves her too but she so convinced that the fans are right

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. LETTER TO MY 13 YR OLD SELF

pairing: idol!niki x black!reader ⋆ genre: hurt/comfort ⋆ warnings: self doubt, harmful comments, let me know if i missed anything!

1.2k wc

⤷ i hope this was to your liking :( it’s my first time trying hurt/comfort but this was nice to write so thank you for requesting

did i get emotional writing this? yes because i related to this a lil tee much 🤏

¡ requests: open !

Everyone could see the love seeping out of you for Niki. You knew what you were getting into the moment you felt these feelings starting to rise.

They were only getting stronger and stronger day by day, it was hard trying to not spill out a monologue to him on what was stirring inside of you.

But lately, you realized how out of reach he is. Noticing all the beautiful fair skinned girlies surround him caused you to spend time staring at your own reflection. You started to softly touch your cheeks and hair, furrowing your eyebrows at the thought of him not wanting to date someone like you.

You rubbed your face tiredly as you walked out your bathroom and into your dorm room.

“Hey yn! Hope you don’t mind that I used your spare key..”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, holding your chest before going to hit him with your pillow. “Niki! You should’ve at least texted me, someone could’ve seen you, you know!” and in response he just rolled his eyes playfully.

“How was your fansign today?” you asked as you got up to grab some clothes he left over to change in knowing his current clothes were too hot. You didn’t notice him staring at your every movement before he hummed to himself.

“Tiring… but it was funny! Heeseung-” he then proceeded to go into detail about everything that went down. You gave him reassuring hums and smiles to let him know you’re still listening even with you back turned.

You eventually felt your heart drop at a mention of a fan. “And there was a pretty engene today! She was so charming and funny, definitely had a way with her words” he chuckled lightly to himself.

Biting the inside of your cheek, now you know you definitely can’t confess anything to him.

“You must be tired, yea? Are you staying the night?”

He frowned slightly, “Can’t, I have practice all day tomorrow so you probably won’t hear from me.” You sighed and gave him a reassuring smile.

“That’s fine, text me when you're free, ‘kay?” and he nodded. You walked him to the door and gave him a big hug finding comfort in the warmth radiating off of him. He softly kissed your forehead before letting go, causing you to stare in awe.

“See you later pretty!” he cheekily stated before closing the door. Oh boy, you were in trouble, the pounding of your heart being living proof of it.

That night you tossed and turned, missing having his head on your chest through the night. You gave up trying to sleep and went to twitter, the bright screen causing you to squint a bit to adjust. Scrolling mindlessly on twitter until you came across a tweet that had your eyes watering a little.

“Niki wouldn’t date a black girl in my opinion, he probably also likes experienced girls too!”

Hurriedly, you look through the comments to see people agreeing with her. Yea a few comments were disagreeing but that didn’t make you feel better. You honestly felt sick to your stomach.

You sat up quickly to read more. “He definitely doesn't like them clingy, he enjoys personal space.” That’s how you found yourself going through a loophole on twitter feeling even more shitty about yourself.

Why did it have to be like this? Was that how he really feels? You know you could ask him, I mean he’s literally your best friend! But you felt too embarrassed to even ask him how he felt dating girls like you. Did he believe the stereotypes surrounding black girls?

Your heart started to ache. You already felt self conscious about your skin, but this just made you feel 10x shittier. You got up to stare at yourself again. Eyes tearing up as you start to wish your hair weren't so kinky and how you would love to have long blonde hair or blue eyes. Wishing you weren’t so different.

That night you went to bed with a heavy heart.

The next morning you saw Niki messages but you were still hurting and decided to avoid him. You can't handle looking at him or speaking to him knowing you’ll break down in front of him.

Niki on the other hand was worried that the forehead kiss is why you’re so distant. He could barely concentrate at practice. The boys noticed it, giving him concerned glances.

“Good work today boys! Niki you’re normally on your A-game but today you were so off. Work harder okay? Get some rest everyone, see you tomorrow,” the dance coach let out.

Niki was too spaced out to even care about what he had to say. He was in a rush to see you. He needed to make sure he didn’t break any boundaries. He couldn’t lose you like this, he thought to himself as he rushed out the dance studio.

He knew it was risky to be at your dorm without any disguise but he pushed it to the back of his mind as soon as he saw your door come into view.

Knocking anxiously but you didn’t move an inch. Not wanting to get bothered right now as you cuddle up with your blanket and comfort cartoon show playing in the background.

Niki checked his pockets hoping he brought the spare key with him.

Sighing in relief, he quietly opened your door. Your dimly lit up living room welcomed him in as he closed the door softly. He could already tell something was wrong as he recognized your comfort show playing which made him even more anxious.

“Yn…can we talk?”

Your saddened eyes turned to look at him and he felt like he was shot in the heart seeing you look like this. He cautiously sat on your bed as he heard the soft sobs echo through the room.

“I just wish I could be what you wanted, Niki. You are so close but so out of reach from me. If I was pale skinned would it be different, I wonder? Would you feel less ashamed knowing I fit in with you?”

Niki pulled you closer to him, rocking back and forth. “Is that why you've been ignoring me? Because of those stupid opinionated comments?”

“Yn, I liked you for you. I love how we are different from each other. Being able to learn from you and see things from your point of view helped me grow as a person. It helped me learn to love you.”

Your head shot up, scanning his face to see if you heard wrong. “Yn you didn’t hear wrong, i meant it.”

“You’re so beautiful to me and I want you to allow me to show you that” Niki finished up.

Eyes tearing up as you sense his sincerity, you pushed your forehead against his. “Sorry for making you worry.. I was already embarrassed.”

He rubbed you back comfortingly, “Don’t be embarrassed, you’re allowed to feel like this, just communicate with me, yea?” and you nodded in agreement.

You looked up at him and saw his eyes flicker to your lips, “can i?” he asked. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his again feeling his soft lips fit with your perfectly.

Sighing in content, he leaned back and you two stayed like that for the night. Holding on so dearly as if you might vanish in thin air.

[sophswritingthings]

I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAAAAA!

(btw, if you wanna do this one more than my other request PLEASE DO)

highschool au mizu x reader. acidemic rivals.

mizu is literally readers worst enemy when it comes to tests and work, and the two are constantly fighting over who got a better grade

sometime after, reader starts getting unsigned love notes in their locker. they can’t recognize the handwriting as anyone they know

like a month after the notes appear, the writer asks the reader to meet them at a park

they do, and the writer was mizu (how funny) and they make up and confess

😋

pairing: high school au!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, mizu being a lil shit

a/n: I LOVE THIS. she 100% would be like “bitch I will cut you” because she also does their fencing club and and,,,,

summary: after a while of bickering and fighting with your little rival, you start getting unsigned love notes in your locker.

word count: 823 words / 4,524 characters

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“oh, for gods sake, mizu!” you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “I’ve definitely got the better grade. you may have one our last little “battle” but I will win this war of ours.”

you snicker, gazing at her from your desk.

“I don’t happen to agree, (y/n),” she gathered herself to her feet. “I have fencing practice today and don’t have time to argue about this right about now. later, maybe?”

you laugh, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“yeah, yeah. go do your little fighting thing, or whatever you do. I have debate, anyway,” you hiss, strutting out of the room on your high horse.

she watched as you went. she watched as you strutted away in your schools uniform; a sight that made her head race with thoughts she didn’t think she shouldn’t be thinking.

you were headed to your locker, grabbing out your books and bag. you stuff all your items in your bag. 

but not before you noticed a note, stuffed in the back of your locker.

your eyes trace it, for a moment, a light pink piece of lined paper. you grab the paper, beginning to read what the note says.

an excerpt, of your favorite poem.. written and unsigned.

the words make you blush a little bit—someone, leaving such a thoughtful and loving excerpt of your favorite poem.

who in hell would be leaving you a love-note in your locker?

it wasn’t handwriting you could recognize.

a month after you found the first note, you would find another one each day. another excerpt of a poem you loved. and it got more… romantic, everyday you found another one.

and of course, you arguing with mizu never stopped. over test grades, group projects, presentations. you know, the usual.

but you didn’t really pay attention to it much, anymore. you were a bit distracted by the little love notes in your locker.

somebody was interested in you; mizu didn’t have that, and you did. why fight with someone who didn’t like you, when you could use your smarts to find out who did like you?

when you arrived at your locker again, you smiled bright as you saw another piece of paper.

you grabbed it.

but this time, there was no poem.

the same handwriting, but this time it read that the writer wanted you to meet them at the park—a park that bloomed with beautiful flowers.

and it happened to be just around the corner of the school.

you grabbed your stuff, rushing out of the building and to the park. your eyes saw a shadow, hidden behind a small tree. a shadow who looked.. strangely familiar..

you approached slowly, clearing your throat to catch their attention.

and there she was. mizu, standing with a fencing sword attached to her hip.

you blushed a little, your eyes widening.

oh.. my fucking god. 

mizu. mizu had been leaving you love notes in your locker for the past month. 

everything clicked for you. how she knew your favorite poems, exactly which excerpts to pick.

if you were being honest—mizu knew more about you than anyone you had ever known. even if you did fight so much.

and it was evident that she cared. evident that she liked you enough to do all this for you.

you smiled softly, “um.. hi.”

“hi,” she choked out. “this has gotta be weird for you. hasn’t it?”

“a little,” you chuckle, “but I can’t say I’m… disappointed, in a way?”

her blue eyes widen, “your not?”

“no,” you take a few steps toward her, “I just.. wasn’t expecting it.”

“neither—hah, neither was I,” she whispers. “but it was a pleasant surprise, I won’t say it wasn’t,” mizu takes in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry for all the things I’ve said, I have to say that. I’ve never been one to deal with feelings properly, and I think it came out as jealousy and anger.”

you nod, taking another pace toward her. 

“I understand that,” you murmur. “I’m sorry, too. I did the same things to you. it couldn’t.. have felt good.”

“no—it didn’t, but it couldn’t have felt good on your end, either, being treated like that.” she reached out for your hand, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“y-yeah,” your voice choked out, clearing your throat again. the sudden touch made your heart pound. 

“I like you,” she whispered, practically into your ear. she was so, so close to you. “I really do.”

you nod slowly, taking in her words. 

“I.. like you too.”

you murmur, your lips inches from hers.

she takes the initiative to close the gap, her lips pressing against yours. she holds your chin in between her fingers gently, the other hand grasping your hand.

you hum softly, pushing yourself up onto your tip-toes to get a better vantage point.

“short,” she chuckled, her forehead still pressed against yours.

“oh, shut up.”

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a/n: combined your asks!

[yeahspider]

sharing toys 🕸️

VE’s note - hyunsung yes plz . hyune is a lil perv and possessive and jisung is just here for a good time . dom!jisung x sun f.reader x switch!hyunjin reader is stuck in the middle (a good place to be tbh) of them . nsfw . well actually it’s just suggestive but yk . not proofread . if you want a part 2 with smut lmk ! my requests are open stop by ! oh and this was inspired by play date - melanie martinez bye .

hyunjin was annoyed . you were supposed to be at the party with him , not his friend . watching you giggle with him as you drunkenly lay in jisung’s lap is making his blood boil . you were his , he had already marked a claim on you and jisung knew this . so why is he flirting with something that doesn’t belong to him . watching jisung tap your thigh as a sign for you to get up and follow him had him fuming . following behind you he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you were. no matter how long your string him along a part of him would always belong to him . stepping up to the door he saw you enter hyunjin could hear you guys giggling . he wanted to know what was funny , he wanted to make you laugh .

“you know have you tried talking to him about it ? you never know he might be down” he heard jisung say to you . hyunjin knows he should feel ashamed about listening to your conversation with his ear pressed to the door but a bigger part of him didn’t care . he was just looking out for you .

but what if he thinks i’m weird jisung ? you question . if he ever rejected me i don’t know what i would do with myself . who was this he you were talking about . and why were you seeking comfort from his best friend and not him .

“have you seen the way he looks at you ? he would never reject you pretty.” hyunjin was getting more irritated by the second . only he could be enamored with you no one else .

you don’t know that jisung . he could just be friendly. he can hear the frown in your voice and it makes him frown with you . whoever was making you feel sad would face him he vowed in that moment .

“my best friend kitten . he tells me everything . he speaks so highly of you trust me he’s in love”. hyunjin was absolutely floored . jisung didn’t have many friends which means he was talking about him .

but hyunjin is so him and i’m just me . that frown was still apparent in your voice and he knew he couldn’t stand behind the door forever . not when you were speaking down on yourself he couldn’t allow it . opening he door to your shocked face and jisung smiling he walked up to where you were standing and kissed you . he could feel your body flinch before you melted into him . pulling apart when he felt you needed to brave he cupped your face in his hands and locked eyes with you .

“don’t ever think you’re not good enough for me . you’re everything . you’re betautul and smart and so so kind and i’ve you’re more than enough for me . i don’t want to hear you talk down on yourself ever again okay ? . hyunjin waited for your nod before releasing you . in that moment he had completely jisung was still present in the room and til he heard a clap coming from the bed .

okay well since were confessing things pretty girl here has something to spill . jisung says with the slyest smile hyunjin had ever seen . he could feel your shoulders rise and you let out a sigh . locking eyes with you again he never expected the words that spilled from your lips next .

“hyunjin i like you but i also like jisung and i know you probably think that’s disgusting and i really can’t help it i swear i tried okay but it’s just you’re both so great and so nice to me and i don’t know what to do -“ hyunjin cut off your ramble with another kiss . pulling the prettiest sound he’s ever heard from your lips . he was a little suprised with himself that jealous and anger were nowhere to be found within his heart . he’s known jisung his whole life . he trusts him . and knowing you did too was making blood rush to his pants .

“it’s okay . i mean i’m surprised honestly but i’m just glad you like me and i guess i’d your were to also like someone else jisung isn’t the worse person to have feelings for .” he says with a bit of laughter falling out his lips .

i feel like i should be offended somehow . jisung said as he came up behind you and grabbed your hips , softly pushing you closer to hyunjin . and who knew hyune bee could learn how to share . he teased to older boy , who just sent him a light hearted glare .

“so what now .” you asked with anticipation lacing your voice . “i can think of a few things to do”, hyunjin said as he peppered light kisses on your neck . jisung’s hands tightened on your hips as you tilted your head back so he could continue exploring . jisung tugged on your hip and pulled you away from hyunjin with a playful smirk on his face earning a whimper from the entranced boy in front of you .

i think it’s time to teach hyunjin how to properly share don’t you princess ?

[strawberryya]

fancy you

seungcheol x reader

synopsis: you don't like losing, but you do like to tease your best friend. you also like your best friend, in a "more than friends" way. so what are you supposed to do when he starts asking you about how you feel?

word count: 4.8k

genre/contains: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, banter and teasing, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of nicknames/petnames, stressful feelings and confessions, gn!reader, afab!reader, (lmk if I forgot anything)

rating: 18+

a/n: thank you my lovely zeta @multi-kpop-fanfics for telling me its not trash <3333

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"So how do you feel about me?"

Out of all the things you were expecting him to say in the time you and he had been friends, this was the one you dreaded the most. But why the hell did he have to do this right now?? 

Well, maybe you should’ve been more prepared for this moment. If you were honest with yourself you had partially brought it on yourself… maybe the nicknames hadn’t been the ingenious plan you had thought it was after all. And maybe you desperately needed him to ask, so that something could finally happen. 

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“Sooooo, what’s the plan for the weekend Scoups?” you ask as you catch up with your bestie on your way to class. 

“Please, why do you call me that?? Do I look like a scoop of ice cream to you?” he groans out and looks at you while you laugh at how quickly you had managed to rile him up this morning. 

“Yes. You look sweet and delicious.” you deadpan, looking straight into his eyes. 

He freezes for a moment, scanning your face to tell if you’re joking or seriously just called him delicious looking, but he quickly realizes that you were indeed joking when you burst out laughing at your own joke, and he shakes his head in a disapproving manner and sets his gaze back on the road where you’re walking while shoving his hands into the pockets of his long coat. 

“Oh c’mon! It’s a little bit funny, and by the way, you are the one that decided to name yourself that as your fake rapper name anyhow!” you say and nudge him in the side to get him to loosen up. 

He looked back to you with a frown on his face, “I am well aware of that ‘Lil king potato’, which by the way is a much worse name if I’m being honest, but it’s been like two years since then, you need to step up your game and find a new one,” he says as he continues walking a bit too fast for you to comfortably keep up.

“Okay, okay, I admit, it’s not the greatest name… I should renew my nicknames for you.” you agree while inserting your arm into the space between his arm and his body, clinging onto him as you walk through the multicolored leaves covering the ground. “What do you think about darling,” you say in a theatrical tone, “or maybe honey would fit you better?”

You giggle a bit, seeing Seungcheols face turn into even more of a frown as he listens to your teasing. His arm tensing up at the sound of the endearments was only egging you on at this point, and you press yourself closer to his arm before you gasp, “No, wait! I know - sugarplum! That’s the one right?! It’s perfect for you,” you snicker as you tease. 

You almost get whiplash from the way your body is flung back when the arm you’re attached to comes to a sudden full stop, and you’re still a bit dazed when he unlinks your arms only to place his hands in a firm grip on the sides of your arms, “Dear god! Whatever you do, DO NOT call me sugarplum!” he pleads as he squeezes your shoulders in desperation. 

“Calm down Cheol, I won’t call you sugarplum if you hate it that much,” you say with a roll of your eyes before you giggle and he lets you return to walking next to him and once again linking your arm with his to keep up, “but returning to my actual question: what are we doing this weekend, darling,” you ask, pronouncing the endearment as cutesy as you could manage to muster up. 

“Whatever you want, don’t really have any plans,” he said and shrugged his shoulders, “but I swear, if you’re gonna keep doing that I will be forced to retaliate, and we all know you aren’t the best loser,” he chuckled, his tone half threatening and half simply teasing, “and you would lose if I began to play and you know it,” he added, while turning his head away from you, hiding the small smirk that had appeared on his lips as he said this. 

“I’d like to see you try sweetie,” you said, trying to hide the way you tensed up at the thought of him possibly calling you by endearments or flirting with you to get back at you. Nevertheless, you wouldn’t be stopping this newfound way of teasing him any time soon. 

Since the very first day on campus, you had been friends with Choi Seungcheol. The kind-hearted, broad-shouldered, and all-around lovable Choi Seungcheol. You had gone through heartbreaks that made the world feel like it was broken and never would be the same again, dozens of mindnumbing nights of essay writing next to each other for courses that meant little to nothing in the long run, and so many dumb fights that neither of you could recall half of them at this point. But through all of that, you still stuck by each other, remaining friends and teasing each other through all of life’s obstacles. 

Because even though Seungcheols favorite pastime was bugging you with remarks on how much better he had done on his own tests, or how much you freaked out when you spoke to your crush after weeks of fawning over them to him but being too nervous to actually do anything about it, or bringing up how much you had been drunk-crying outside of the club the night before, or literally anything that he found he could get you riled up or embarrassed about. Yes, because even though he did all of that, he was still your absolute best friend in the entire world. Nobody was there for you the way he was there for you. Nobody cared about all the small details of your life as much as he did (even if it’s only to tease you about it later). And nobody would ever make you feel as safe and loved as he did every single day. 

Each time you get to the point where you feel like murdering the man, you bring yourself back by reminding yourself of the things he does that aren’t making you feel like violence isn’t that bad. For example: when you’re passed out drunk and he is the one that carries you home and makes sure you don’t die, sitting up with you for hours as you throw up or pass out on your back instead of on your side so he has to flip you over so as to not have you choke before morning. Or all those times when you’ve been one test away from failing a class and he sits for hours studying with you for a test that he’s not even going to take, just making sure you pass the test. And all those nights when you can’t sleep and you call him to just hear his voice and he comes over with a warm embrace and pats you on the head until you fall asleep. 

However, it is vital to never forget that he most certainly will tease you about it for the foreseeable future and you will simply have to put up with it because you would do the same if he was the one doing stupid shit at the same pace as you. And to be honest, you do the same any chance you get, teasing him for being too nervous to ask his own crushes out, or for falling asleep on top of the textbook during a study session, and never letting him live his own drunken mishaps down until you yourself have forgotten about them in favor of a new one.

And now you had been running around all night, calling him every pet name you could possibly come up with, seeing both him and every single one of your friends begin to question their entire lives over what you meant by it; knowing you were a bad actor and horrible at lying but somehow able to call your close friend “sweetie” and “babe” while maintaining a relatively straight face. 

Even though there had always been this something between the two of you, you never thought he would ever do anything about it, and you certainly wouldn’t put your friendship or your self-respect on the line while confessing only for him to reject you and create the possibility of losing that relationship. 

Losing had never been a strong point in your personality, and you sure as hell wouldn’t lose that easily. But now he was here, practically asking you what you two were, questioning what you felt for him, and all you could think was that you needed to play it cool, and definitely not give away just how terrified you were at that moment. You felt like a deer in headlights, unable to escape and simply seeing your life flash by while waiting for the inevitable crash awaiting you, right there in the kitchen of your empty dorm where you had ended up after your night out with friends. 

"So how do you feel about me?" 

"I’m, fond of you," you say, faking a calm aura the best you could. 

Seungcheol only shifts in his seat at this, folding his arms over one another and cocking an eyebrow before questioning your response, "Fond of me?" 

"Mhmm, very," you say, nodding and avoiding any and all eye contact, knowing it might break your defenses down faster than you could say ‘Choi Seungcheol is so fucking hot’. 

"Fond of me… such fancy words you're using today. Well, do you want to know how I feel about you?"

Your breath hitches in your throat, he’s playing with you. He is definitely trying to mess with your head, and you cannot let him win. This is just revenge for teasing him all night - do NOT give in, you continued to repeat to yourself in your mind. 

"Alright if you feel the need to tell me… I guess I wouldn’t mind," you say, trying to play it cool by being nonchalant and dismissive. 

"Oh okay then your not interested to know if I’m fond of you back then?"

"Not really," you shrugged. 

You lied, and it was obvious that you did.  Anyone would be able to tell by the way you couldn’t keep your eyes focused on anything, let alone his face as he spoke and stared right at you. And on top of that, the way you kept fiddling with your nails told on you, making Seungcheol the slightest bit more confident. At least confident enough to continue saying what he was about to say. 

"Then you don’t want to know how infatuated I am with you?"

This caught your attention. You looked up with huge eyes, meeting their eyes while they searched your face for a reaction. 

"Oh, infatuated… just infatuated?" you asked, letting the curiosity win over you before you could stop yourself. 

"Hmm, I feel great affection for you if that is better?" 

His words were playful, and the way he smirked at the corner of his mouth when your eyes flickered up to meet his, confirmed that he was definitely teasing you, at least a little bit. 

"Ah, you are ‘infatuated’ with me and you 'feel great affection’ for me, that’s nice. I appreciate that." you said and smiled while looking straight into his eyes, trying your hardest to look innocent; trying to find a way to avoid facing the fact that your best friend that you have loved for months is basically confessing to you, while you’re trying your hardest to not slip up and let him see the effect his games have on you.  

"It is rather nice, isn’t it? You’re fond of me, and I have affections for you, it’s charming really," he said and sighed.

"Quaint," you said with a small smile, turning back around to open the fridge and find a way to segue out of this conversation. 

But behind you, you heard some shuffling as Seungcheol presumably got up from his seat, which was confirmed when you could physically feel him coming closer to you, sending shivers down your body as he inched forwards towards you, contrasting the cold in the fridge with the heat of his body. 

Trying your hardest to, once again, not let his actions get to you. You continued to look around the fridge after literally anything that piqued your interest and ignored the movements around you. But he was so close now, you could practically melt from the warmth of his skin closing in on yours.

He placed his chin on your shoulder, resting his head on you as he whispered so low it would’ve gone unnoticed by you if he wasn’t literally right next to your ear. 

"I like you."

You gasped, you won, he said it, wait, he said it, he said it, and you knew he wouldn’t joke around saying something like that. That means he meant it and that he gave in. And now it was out there, now you knew, and even worse, there was no reason for you to hide your own true feelings anymore. 

Completely frozen by the words, you didn’t move a muscle, not giving any emotion away, it would’ve been fine if you had managed to pull yourself together after a couple of seconds, but a couple of seconds too many passed, and you felt Seungcheols shaky breath leave you side, slowly stepping back, unsure of what to do and what to say. 

He was afraid too. You didn’t answer his confession, you wanted more time to find a way out of it. You didn’t feel the same, oh god, he should’ve known. His mind was spinning with pure terror as the second where you stood frozen ticked on. 

"I’m sorry, I didn’t, you don’t have to…" he began stuttering out, unsure of how to make it all go away now that he was sure you didn’t feel the same. 

His voice made you spin around, shock still visible on your face. He looked wrecked, so vulnerable in front of you, having told you how he felt and now getting nothing from you, not a single word… 

"No,"

Ah, there it was - the rejection. It was worse than he imagined, the crushing feeling of it all imploding onto him with all its force.

But you continued, faster seeing how he closed his eyes in obvious pain from the word you had uttered that he thought meant that you didn’t feel the same. 

"No! I mean- not no I don’t like you, I meant - no don’t say sorry, please!" you blurt out. 

He looked up at you, hope sparking back into his eyes, life coming back into his face, and a small smile combined with furrowed eyebrows questioning the meaning behind what you were trying to say replaced the terror that had been visible on his face just moments ago. 

"You don’t don’t like me back?"

You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I don’t don’t like you back, I-"

A quick movement, a rapid step forward made you stop mid-sentence, gasping as he came close enough for you to smell the absolute godlike smell of his perfume. He had now grabbed your hand, dragging his hand over the back of it, waiting for you to continue talking. 

"I-" you tried again. 

"Yes? You…" he chuckled, putting his other hand on the small of your back, pressing you the tiniest bit closer to his body. 

"I like you too, okay?!" you finally spit out. 

He smiled, a chuckle of pure relief and happiness waiting to escape as he asked, "Was that a confession or a question?"

"It’s not a confession. It’s a response, a response to your confession," you smirked, feeling like you won once again.

"Oh really now? You're still playing with my feelings, now that you know I’m down bad for you huh? I hoped you would go easy on me," he fake pouted as he pushed the hand he was holding up to his shoulder and placed his now available hand on your waist. 

"Easy on you? Never. It’s too much fun playing with you," you whispered, about to laugh at the way he tensed up at the words, but before you could he crashed his lips onto yours, your words fading out into a muffled moan as you let yourself melt into his touch and his god-given mouth. 

You pushed yourself against him, pressing your breasts into his chest and letting your hands entangle themselves in his dark hair. His own hands were everywhere, squeezing and groping everything and anything he could get his hands on. This was really happening, you both thought unbeknownst to the other, both of you internally freaking out and simultaneously losing yourselves in the search for any sort of release to subside the intense feelings you were both overflowing with. You were desperate for more. 

“I’m clean, are you?” he breathed out while leaving your lips for just a second. 

“Yeah, and I’m on the pill so you can come inside,” you replied in between wet and messy kisses. The words apparently set Seungcheol off because he groaned into your mouth and then pushed you up against the fridge and let you hop up, his hands holding you up with a firm grip as you encircled your legs around his waist and felt his hard cock against the fabric of your pants.

Suddenly he pushed you both off of the cold surface of the fridge behind you and began making his way to the living room, you didnt stop kissing him for a second, letting him navigate around the room while you kissed down his jaw and neck, leaving tiny marks from where you stayed and sucked to earn moans and grunts from Seungcheold lips. 

He placed you down on the flat surface of the couch as he began kissing you in the same manner that you had just been kissing him, down your jaw and neck with heavy, hot, and wet kisses that sent a surge to your cunt. At the same time, he was undressing you, and you were working on removing his shirt, pulling and tugging so you could let your hands get underneath it and onto his warm and toned abdomen. 

Once his shirt was off and you were left in only your flimsy underwear he let his hand fall down to your thigh, rubbing small circles so close to your cunt you could hear it screaming at you to do something to make him touch you where you needed him. So you reached your own hand down, letting it gently drag over the fabric covering his erect cock. The action proved fruitful when his hand slipped down to your cunt as his hips jerked at your touch, his fingers pushing down on your clit and eliciting a sinful moan from you as you got what you needed. 

“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play it,” he snicked into your ear, his breath heavy and his hands tugging your underwear down only to let his fingers drag across your wet cunt for a moment and then just as quickly as you had gotten what you wanted he took it away, removing his hand from you and placing it back at your thigh. He was teasing you, and you wanted revenge, but the urge to just have him fuck you were stronger than the previously overpowering one to beat him whenever he tried to get you riled up. 

“Fuck, wait! No more games, please,” you pant out, reaching out to Seungcheol and pulling him towards you. He groaned when the motion resulted in his crotch landing right between your legs, pushing his hardened cock against your bare pussy. 

“You sure? I thought you said it was ‘too much fun playing with me’?” he hissed into your ear with a small chuckle that sent a chill down your body. His voice doing things to you that you never expected a voice to do. Maybe it was how close he was to you, how he was right next to your ear saying those playful and daring words with his insufferably deep voice, making you feel his hot breath on your skin as he said them. 

“Shit, yeah it is, but I just… I need you so bad right now and I-” you whined, still pulling him down towards you and grinding your hips up against him in search of some friction. The moans he let out when you did had your head spinning and your motions becoming even more frantic. “Please just fuck me, no more teasing,” you moaned as you let your wet cunt drag across his straining pants. 

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to not do as you wish,” he finally let out along with a faint smirk playing at his mouth. 

He pulled his trousers down along with his underwear, kicking the fabric off of his legs and away from the surface of the couch. You’re jaw almost dropped as you looked down and saw his thick and hard cock, freed from its restraints and you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of getting to suck his enormous dick at a later time. Because right now, you needed him inside of you like you need water to survive. At times like these, it is truly okay to need cock more than anything else, because what good is living if you can’t let yourself take pleasure in having your cunt stuffed to the brim by the man you have been in love with for years?

“Oh my god, fuck, I need it,” you moaned as you felt him drag his tip along your slit, collecting the thick slick gushing out of your pussy as he lined himself up with your throbbing cunt. 

The groan Seungcheol let out as he began pushing the head of his cock past your opening combined with the sensation of him stretching your tight hole with the sheer girth of his cock had you feeling lightheaded but so so good. It felt amazing, he felt amazing, and if the way he was panting and groaning as he continued to painstakingly slowly enter your throbbing pussy, you felt amazing too. Clenching down on him hard, gripping his length as if you never wanted him to leave your cunt. Your pussy trying to both adjust to his size and take all of him in while sucking him in like it was afraid he wouldn’t come back inside if it let go of him. Neither of you were sure of how or even if this was possible, but it sure felt that way, resulting in both of you being moaning messes as you both focused on the pure pleasure coming from the sensation of each other. 

“So fucking tight sweetheart,” he panted out as he finally managed to fit all of himself inside your snug walls. 

You could only continue to moan before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down towards you, kissing him sloppily but fervently, moaning into his mouth as you let your tongue travel anywhere he let you. He was squeezing your hips as he experimented with moving himself within you, the way your moans increased in volume, letting him know just how good he felt, gave him the guts to try and pull out only to push himself back in with a force that and you sliding up the cushions of the couch. 

“So, so good Cheol,” you gasped, letting go of his lips for a bit only for him to do it over and over again, the stretch making you feel like you were floating in a pond of pleasure and complete satisfaction. You pushed your chest up, meeting his equally bare one and loving the feeling of your sensitive nipples dragging against his skin. Seungcheol’s eyes were closed but the action made them shoot open, meeting yours, letting you see the lust consuming him to the fullest. 

He was already pulsating inside of you, and you felt yourself beginning to come undone, never before had an orgasm come this fast for you, but the way his hips kept grinding down into yours, letting his cock drag inside your cunt and his pelvic meeting your clit with every stroke was more than you could handle. 

But then he heard the way your moan almost turned into a half-scream when his chest brushed against yours, spurring him to let one of his hands off of your side only to make its way to your breast and leaving his fingers on your nipple, circling it, pinching it, pulling slightly, and rubbing all over it, all while he continued to snap his hips into you at the perfect speed. 

“Cheol! I’m gonna-aH” you began, but he hushed your attempts by letting his lips once again meet yours in a messy and passionate kiss, swallowing your moans and screams as you felt yourself being swallowed by the white bliss of your orgasm. The way you pulsated and clenched around him in fluttering motions as you reached your high and then began coming down from it was just the thing Seungcheol needed to reach his own high, letting his hot cum spurt itself inside of your fluttering walls, pumping himself into you for a moment until he was sure you were both at the end of your high. 

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“Well, fuck,” you said, out of breath and still feeling high off of your orgasm. 

“Yeah, I should’ve asked you if you liked me earlier because holy fuck.” 

The way he said it made you chuckle, making him look over at you from where he had managed to position himself on the couch so as to not crush you while you recovered your breath. 

“I would’ve told you myself if had I known it would end like this,” you huffed out in response. 

You were met with a quick chuckle and then calm silence. After a couple of minutes, you began to wonder if he had fallen asleep because it was so quiet over where he sat. He hadn’t left, you could still feel his hand on your thigh and his legs underneath the one you had laying across his lap. So you opened your eyes, only to see him staring down at you, resting his chin in his palm and smiling the goofiest smile you had ever seen on him. 

“What? Do I look that dumb?” 

“You look so beautiful…” he said, his tone as filled with adoration as his gaze. 

You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh because you were currently splayed out on your living room couch, almost completely naked, sweaty and tired from the night out and the quick but insanely effective and almost embarrassingly desperate sex you had just had. And this is the moment he chooses to tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful? Really? 

“I love you, I’ve loved you for so long,” he suddenly said, kinda surprised by himself that he had said it just like that. 

But you just smiled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that, I really never thought I would hear you say that like this. And, I love you too, so so much.” 

“Me too… oh god it took us too long to just say that,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole stupid situation. 

“I know, I’ll say it as much as you want to hear it from now on,” you said with a small smirk.

“Promise?”

“Of course, anything for someone who is fond of me,” you said and smiled widely. 

He squeezed your leg before throwing himself back onto you, kissing you tenderly before snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, whispering “shut up,” into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin and it made you laugh and wrap yourself around his large build, hugging him tightly, not wanting to let go and instead asking him to carry you to the shower; which he did after some light teasing about how you would have to follow him to class like that all week if you were going to be clingy like this all week. You said you were fine with that plan and held on tighter, making him kiss you over and over again while whispering how much he loved you and how much he had been wanting to tell you just that for such a long time. 

Maybe you would go easy on him after all, or maybe you would be able to have even more fun playing with him from now on. The thought had you giggling to yourself as he helped you up from the couch, and as if he knew exactly what you were thinking he smirked at you and kissed you playfully before he carried you off to the bathroom. 

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[tennessoui]

Hey, I hope you're doing ok!

I really loved your latest kofi fic! What a shitty day to have to relive. I cry every time I watch that episode.

And of course Anakin’s inability to let go caused it. Way to make everything 10x more dramatic than it needs to be my man.

Poor Obi-Wan was going through it, trying to keep up with Anakin's craziness on top of losing Ahsoka for the first time (that he can remember), he really needs a medal. And being jealous of the 'other Obi-Wans' is peak Obikin. You really get them!

Thank you for sharing this one! It was a great treat after finishing deep cleaning my house.

on one hand I think obi-wan’s immediate reaction of “ok I believe but I’m gonna be so pissed if you kissed even one of those other versions of me” is so valid of him (both parties should remember the details of their first kiss, confession of love, etc and tragedy always lies within when one doesn’t!!!) but also on the other hand it’s very funny because anakin spent like. Hundreds of days trapped inside a prison of his own making and obi-wan is a lil bit jilted wife for a moment lmao

but also on one hand thank god anakin trapped himself in a lil bubble so he could fully process the loss and then the time loop breaks when he understands he must let his padawan go and not fight against her choice because that sure probably saved obi-wan a lot of headaches and anakin a lot of wasted time in his correct continual time line

[samooooo1]

based on my digimon master online game, how would be like a 24 year old fem! tamer who found in her doorstep a cardboard box with 4 digieggs (wizardmon, terriermon, (fem!) lopmon (she is terriermon's younger twin sister) and meicoomon) and when they hatch as lil keemon, zerimon, kokomon, and a fluffier looking snow botamon with faint light markings (that sign that she is a meicoomon when she grows and evolve to her actual form);

and the lil keemon is the one who loves y/n a lot compared to the other 3 who like her too; with a timeskip of 2 years later with him now as a wiz giving her a flower before confessing his feelings for her and gladly she accepts his feelings.

(Credit to the artist (Artist is mentioned down there on the right side))

(Sorry but I cant picture myself this scenario, as you would have been like a mother figure to them which is why I will do platonic version but no more or less, sorry since it probably would be heading a entirely diffrent way then you wanted but such scenarios are also platonic in my eyes.)

B/f x reader

Growing closer

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It was a cold nice day, finally after 8 painfully long hours of working, since you gotta make a living somehow, you took office job and after it was finally over and since it was over, first thing you done was to watch TV, there way to many TV Series that have to be finished by you and to little time to sadly do it. After watching a couple series for some hours, you heard a sound from the door you went there, thinking what or who would do such thing this late at the day.

You have gone to your door and opended it and found.. a cardboard with some eggs in it? You were weirded out having never seen such eggs.. and big at that to, you first thought these were Ostrich eggs.. so you tried to cook them but they were to hard and couldnt break which frustrated you.

Sooo, like any person with the average IQ of -5, you used Google to try and find out what these eggs were or better say from which animal or organism they came. To your suprise, they werent any ordinary eggs.. these eggs were called Digieggs and after some throughout research you found out what will come out of these eggs, some Digimons named Botamon, Kokomon, Zerimon and Keemon, they were fictional characters from your childhood Show 20 years ago, you used to watch it so much but sadly have forgotten most of these times.

So you made sure to take them with you everywhere, as to make sure that when they hatch you can see it in a instant. After some further hours of waiting they hatched ! You saw and felt like a Mum VvV, seeing their kids being born, you were very happy :D

Now the funny part.. you dont know what they eat, nor what they can eat or not, they arent any organic organism but you decided milk and some meat should be ok for now.

You searched up their names and what they could "evolve" into, or as people would say "digievolve" into. Now you got a Keemon, small and friendly but sometimes somehow angry, how? I dont know, a Botamon, a chaotic little energy ball, a Kokomon very cute choco looking like digimon and lastly Zerimon, weird but also cute.

Now there was another small problem, you never had to take care of any kids, much less since you were a only child and pretty much got always what you wanted, you never had to do anything. Now that you were a fully responsible adult and moved away from your parents and took a job to pay rent and your living expsenes, you didnt know if you were able to take care of these little Digimon.

Sooo, you called your bestfriend over, he was at first not believing a single word you have said but the moment he was in with you.. He was fascinated, such cute little creatures? But then he asked for what reason did you actually call him.

"So... hehe, basicly if I would this alone, there be to much for me to work off... and I dont wanna be a single mum, and since we both are already bestfriends why dont you help ne :D Also these little kids need a dad."

"Wait wait wait wait- a dad? But why me!"

You mentaly slapped yourself and just gave him a unfazed stare.

"Who is a man, is my closet friend, can weirdly be a good dad, can help me and is always there for me :D"

He just sighned and.. even though to us its obvious and you being a blind person ( in terms of reading the room), he has feelings for you and taking care of them with you.

"You will be the mother?"

You just nodded VvV. "Then... eh.. should I adress you as honey then, infront of the kids?" At that point you just stared at him. Would that title suit you?... Yes, yes it would.You happily nodded.

"So we be parents then? :D" you asked, he just embarrasedly nodded and you jumped in the air, feeling all happy and friendly, atleast you wont be having to deal all this alone, you have someone by your side during all of this.He just smilled at you, how could you be so blind to his feelings but because of you.. he be doing this, out of love for you.

2 Years Timeskip~

After some years parenting, both you and B/f have come far, your small little kids that you named happily, Botamon, you named him after your Uncle, his name was Kai, and little Botamon gave some Ninjago Kai vibes off, and he always watched that show as he grew up.Kokomon, you named them Choc, because of his chocolate coulered self and his affinity to liking sweets that are always sided with chocolate flavor.Zerimon was named Lemon, he is coloured like a Lemon and loves Citrus fruits, noice which is why the both you of named him Lemon and he is the exact opposites of his sister Zerimon.Keemon was the weirdest of the bunch, he was like a clingy dog which is why ya named him Max, he wouldnt leave neither your or B/f sides, always calling you both Mum and Dad, which at times made you chuckle and B/f a blushing mess, yet as they digivoled all into their respective forms you couldnt help but smile at them and B/f and even thought it might have seemed as if you were oblivious to B/fs feelings, you werent, you also liked him but wanted just to tease him so much it also made you realise how thankful you were that he was by your side, supporting and helping you no matter what or without any complaints, so one day when it was late and the kids were sleeping, you invited him to the livingroom since before you both have sleeped seperately but now you wanted to be more then just friends, you took him to the livingroom and confessed to him.

When he heard those words from you "I like you more then a simple friend".. he cried, he was happy beyond any thing that could be scaled, this one was one of the hapiest day of his life, and yes finally after so long you are finally his. He took you by arms and hugged you, its safe to say that you both went to bed after that confession but didnt did the deed as you both were faithful followers of the lord, you saved yourself for day you both will marry.

But the both of you pray and hope that the lord will bless you both with more such happy moments , the moment that the both of you will spend together, as lovers and one flesh, just as the lord always had planned for the both of you.

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Thanks for making a request but please, any kind of family bond should also be kept as one, but I hope you all enjoyed this small fic and wish ya all a blessed day/night.

God bless ya all!

;)

[spennsrs]

₊˚ෆ you and me

↳ TYPE OF WRITING: drabble ↳ IDOL: park jisung of nct dream ↳ SONG REC: this side of paradise ↳ NOTE(S): funny lil non idol au also jisung is so squish he wld be such a good s/o :( reader is gender neutral/male coded!! also warning !!! allusions to panic attack! nothing big tho

eyes fleeting around the crowd before you leave the party. it was almost too much for you, and you could feel your palms sweating profusely and your breath catching in your throat. you wanted to go home...

after closing the door of the house, you exhale shakily before taking a seat on the steps of the front stoop. sure, you wanted to tag along when your best friend, jaemin wanted to attend the party... but parties were never really your scene. oh, come on, [y/n]! it won't be a huge party! you recall his voice with a slight whine to his tone, trying hard to convince you. of course... you agreed. but jaemin was whisked away by his pals, leaving you alone to fend for yourself. and now, you were alone outside the house.

lost in your thoughts, you completely disregard the sounds of the door opening, then closing, and the shuffling of feet. what did bring you out of your trance was the soft feeling of fingers brushing against yours. you blink, turning your head to look at your hand, before looking to who the stranger's hand belonged to and you were inhaling another breath.

park jisung.

the tall male was... special to you to say the least. the two of you were just.. inseparable, and everyone knew the feelings that lied behind each nervous touch, every shaky meeting of hands... except for him. park jisung, gods love him... was oblivious as hell. you weren't exactly lowkey with your feelings for the other, so you were convinced he didn't know... and he never would.

"hey.... you're out here all alone... figured i'd come keep you some company." his voice was laced with genuine concern, making you fight back the smile that wanted to tug at your lips. he cared about you.

"yeah, uh... just a bit overwhelmed. you know how i get at social gatherings like this..."

silence once again. of course he knew, which was why he was here. even if jaemin wasn't occupied with whatever shenanigans were going on inside, jisung would've been the one urged outside to comfort you.

in honesty, jisung has the world's biggest crush on you. and somehow, only jaemin knew. he took each opportunity to try to get you too to just confess. he should've known it would be difficult when jisung complimented you, only to say it was a joke moments later.

but jisung was tired of hiding it. he wanted- no... he needed to tell you.

his fingers gently graced against yours, wanting so many things, but keeping his silence. he didn't want to overload your emotions with a sudden confession.

each soft graze of his fingertips made your heart explode into a million pieces, it was killing you inside. you so desperately wanted to spill everything out. you wanted to tell him how his mere presence made you feel at home, how his smile was brighter than the sun itself, how every little touch made your heart yearn for more...

"let me be lonely with you."

the sentence broke through the somewhat comfortable silence like a knife, making your eyes widen as you look at jisung. what... did he mean by that? thinking it was some joke, you simply snort and turn your head away. "not necessarily considered being lonely at that rate, is it, jisung?" you joke, forcing a breathy laugh. when your question was met with silence, you turn your head to look at jisung once more. a dark scarlet blush had painted itself over his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and he avoided eye contact with you. he was completely serious. in that moment, you swore jisung had a burst of confidence, as you could feel his long fingers entangle themselves with yours.

the warmth that exploded in your chest was so visceral. so... real. this was real. you were at a party, sitting here with jisung, hands intertwined with each other (rather messily, you would say). no thoughts could breach your mind, except for how warm jisung's hand was, and how perfect your hands looked together, and the feeling of your hand being lifted, and jisung's lips against your knuckles-

jisung's lips against your knuckles....

oh.

oh.

and suddenly, like a lightning bolt, or more akin to a crashing wave, it hit you. you were grounded in reality, not just the reality of where you were. it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks.

oh, what a feeling it was.

reciprocation. he felt the same.

jisung gazes into your eyes, his gaze holding the warmth of a million suns as a shy smile graces his features. god, his smile was so cute. before you could really comprehend it, your body leans forward, free hand ghosting over jisung's jawline...

and you kiss him. nothing too extraordinary... but it was a kiss, and it meant the world to jisung.

you meant the world to jisung.

[strawhatsoraya]

Romantic headcanons for Suguru

Okay!! I have to say, I am not very good at headcanons. Maybe my brain can't seem to fully understand the concept? That, and I am also a very long winded dummy who doesn't know when to stop writing.

I did whip up a lil something because I think Suguru is very interesting and I don't think Suguru Geto in the manga makes any sense as far as his actions does not match what we are shown of his personality and I really want to explain it better but I can't right now!!

N-EE-WEY

What's new? My faves are always either dead or misunderstood. Here's the little headcanon.

Დ Romantic Headcanons for Suguru Geto

۵ Confessing 

Suguru Geto would have a hard time confessing first. It isn’t that he would be unaware of his feelings. He’s surprisingly emotionally mature for someone who has Gojo as his best friend, so he would sense the shift in the way he would feel towards you. He’d hesitate because he knows the dangers that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer. He’s seen what happens in a moment of carelessness, and how easy it is to lose someone. For all the carefree attitude he exudes, he feels deeply as a side effect of his deep compassion. He believes he’s the strongest, but his strength does not mean he will be able to keep you by his side, and protect you.

It would take exactly what he fears–a too-close moment where he almost loses you–to bring him to you with his heart in his shaking hands, a confession tumbling out of his lips. His selfishness wouldn’t allow him to wait for your reply before he crushes you against his chest, and brushes his lips against yours in a searing kiss full of pent up desire and frustration. Now that he has you in his arms, and has tasted your lips, there’s no way he’d ever let you go.

۵ Love Language

He’s outgoing, smart, inquisitive, even funny but it still doesn’t mean he knows how to put his feelings into words. Rather, he does know he could if he tried, but he finds it awkward and a little unnecessary. There are so many ways to show a person how much you care about them, and Suguru does it with physical touch. He loves keeping his hand on the small of your back, fingers ghosting over the fabric of your top. It’s enough to ground him, to remind him that you’re here, alive and present beside him, at least while in public. 

If others aren’t around, and it’s just you two, you’d find a hard time keeping him off of you. He doesn’t often have free time, and that he is choosing to spend it with you means a lot. He would want to make the best of it, and that means running his fingers over your exposed forearms, or any bits of flesh. He is preoccupied with memorizing your body, keeping a tally of every scar; if he discovers new ones, he’d frown and question you on it, internally cursing whatever it was that dared to hurt you.

For all his desire to keep touching your body, he is not a cuddler. He likes fleeting moments, short and sweet but when he does get the urge he will hug you against his chest for prolonged times, resting his chin on the top of your head. He holds you flush against his chest, feeling your heartbeat. Sometimes it all feels like an illusion, so he needs these small things to remind him that you’re real, and his.

[consoledacup]

AA premiere thoughts?

I liked it! I really liked the different friendship moments and really liked the time jump. And I felt like I could root for every character and could at least understand where each one was coming from.

Asher's stuff was great. He's such a sweet father and boyfriend. And while heartbreaking, his scenes with Coach Montez were really wonderful. The Vanessa callback was funny. And it was super cool that he still made the time to try and see and support Patience. And I loved that Jasher and AJ were there for the sleepover.

I actually respected Coop's reasons for not telling Patience about her feelings. It may not be what either wants, but it makes a lot of sense why she'd be so wary of upsetting an already delicate balance. And I thought her getting on stage was really nice.

Spencer said something to Jordan that's so interesting to me. He said, "I've been the happiest I've ever been this past year." Olivia coming back and GAU being eligible again is bringing so much more added stress. I'm curious what that's going to look like.

I thought he handled everything with Olivia really beautifully. He graciously accepted her staying in London, called out their awkwardness, confessed his feelings again, and was resolved to get to know the new versions of themselves. There's a real determination between the two of them to make things work, listen to each other, and express how they feel. Love it.

And I'm so intrigued with post-London Olivia. Here for her! I loved her reunions with Spencer, Layla, and Jordan. And really liked how much of a friend she was to Coop and Patience.

I was surprised by how much I was here for Patience's storyline this ep. Her scenes were just heartbreaking and sometimes funny, and I thought Chelsea was fantastic, navigating that balance. Saying that she thought she had to run away and heal by herself was just ...!! I didn't expect to feel seen by Patience, but I really was. I think a huge part of her blames herself for the stabbing, regardless of what she says. You can tell in her final scene with Layla that neither of them really believe what the other is saying. And also side note, Laura told Patience Layla organized the sleepover. So in character!

I think I'll share my thoughts about jordayla, Jordan, and Layla in a new post because this turned a lil long. Just rewatched the ep today, so I had some thoughts!

TBC...

[wandapinkay]

hiyaaa 👋 it’s the same anon from before back again with an update!

my friend, it is without a hint of irony that i bring you this momentous news. i don’t know what manner of spell you have cast on me with your lovely art and your immaculate vibes, but i genuinely think you have infected me with the self-shipping virus.

evidence to support this theory:

this morning i woke up from an indescribably wonderful dream where i went on a romantic date to the movies with the current fictional man of my dreams

in the 12 hours since then i have done nothing except fantasize about introducing him to my family and getting married (insane behavior)

i have drawn cat ears on like 4 different pictures of him (INSANE BEHAVIOR)

i spent two hours doodling him in my workbook instead of doing the assigned exercises

simply put, i love him, your honor

i cannot make this up. for all my life i have never once had any particular interest in self-shipping, but you single-handedly shattered that illusion with TWO sweet responses to my asks and some truly adorable art! i am ever grateful to you for opening my eyes, peace and love 🫶💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

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(p.s. this is so embarrassing to admit but i am obligated by rule of funny to confess that the fictional character in question is in fact okabe. i cannot think of anything more on-brand for daru’s s/o than the inherent comedy of said s/o accidentally getting his bestie a girlfriend, you are truly the ✨Real Deal✨)

HOLY SHIT YOOOO?? NO WAYGFSDGH

Congrats on starting your selfship journey!! With the mad scientist of all characters? That's amazing 🤭 The first time I read this, I honestly was like ".. no way, I can't believe I inspired someone like this." because IT FEELS SURREAL WHEN IT HAPPENS LIKE UH?? /POS Just as a lil' trivia fact btw; my selfship journey started all the way back in 2013, so you could say I'm a veteran selfshipper before I knew the term existed GHDFHG But still!! Anyone can begin doing so in literally any moment of their life! It's never too late to indulge into it, and I'm proud of you for doing so 🥹 I wish the both of you a great relationship as well!!

Also, I gotta say.. I adore the cat ear edits on his pics in particular GHFDHG I need to do that with Daru LMAO And, more importantly, love the helping you both get together! Happy and glad to do that hehe~ (Thank you again for the series of asks, you wonderful being 💕 have a great day/night!)

[thegeminisage]

tng liveblog of the day, because, plot twist, we went ooone more evening. this evening's episodes were "the battle" and "hide & q."

i thought "the battle" was GREAT actually. 38 minutes into this episode i told cathy it was watchable and i had to STOP so she could watch it with me but i was genuinely invested and i thought the premise and the effects were generally very cool. even wesley only had one annoying moment that was 5 seconds long. EASILY my favorite tng episode so far

things i loved: introduction of the picard maneuver, the implication that he had maybe fucked up a lil bit (even if they didn't have the spine to follow thru with it), the ferengi first officer relieving his captain of duty when he realized the guy was bonkers, the "ghost" effects during the flashbacks, the SCORE, the empty burned out little spaceship ambience!!

it was actually giving conscience of the king a little bit - something set entirely aboard the ship concerning the dark past of the captain. i really wish they had leaned harder into solving the mystery - i had to rewatch to understand that picard's "confession" voice log was indeed the one faked, and we never found out why the ship picard destroyed attacked them to start with

i feel like whether or not they had had a good reason, picard showing more genuine remorse to the feregi captain for having to take his son's life, especially if we knew he had lost some of his own people, would have really brought together the emotional arc they were trying to sell. it was really REALLY good compared to the other episodes so far it just felt like it needed another ten minutes

also i'm having this problem, and this IS a me problem, this is not any crime tng is committing, but whenever tng DOES do anything good i'm like "damn imagine if this had happened in tos" and so i'm now just imagining that the father of a captain of a ship kirk destroyed came back and gave him ptsd flashbacks to cause him to fire on the enterprise as a means to revenge and bones keeps trying to treat him and gets told to buzz off so he goes to spock behind kirk's back and then when kirk is brainwashed and crazy spock has to decide on whether he should FIRE BACK or LET THE WHOLE ENTERPRISE BE DESTROYED and and and and and.................

and i get lost in my mind palace wishing for an episode that doesn't exist. sigh. big task they had, those tng writers. i bet the housewives were doing this too.

"hide & q" was not good at all, although they had the bones for a good episode in there. i think hide & q could also have used another ten minutes at the end, but actually they did have the time! they just wasted it all on q wearing funny costumes and napoleon aliens. which. sure.

almost all of my problems with this episode could have been fixed with another ten minutes. for example: after getting q powers will went nuts too quickly. i think if he had gotten them at the start of the episode and remained steadfast and not cracked until they found the dead girl i would have believed it much more.

AND ANOTHER THING: giving everybody their heart's desire. this was easily the best scene in the episode and we rushed right through it. the worf stuff was fucking horrible - this snarling woman in fishnets who gets slapped around and has no dialogue - but his line, "that world is now alien to me," was REALLY intriguing and we got nothing else about it. also we got a throwaway line talking about the klingons being defeated? girl since when?? i'd looove to know anything about worf ever. unfortunately.

it's a particularly cruel trick with geordi and data - data at least got to refuse and explain why (i did love his momentary panic though), but geordi's whole shit got rocked. he's gonna be thinking about those 30 seconds of sight for the rest of his life and kicking himself for turning it down. if this episode had leaned into that moment of cruelty, even done with good intentions, it would have held up the moral a lot better. instead we got weird klingon sex rituals and also whatever was going on with tasha

here's the thing. i kind of like that she cried despite being so stoic all the time otherwise bc it gives her depth, right? in spite of how horribly they treat her she's definitely my fav female character rn. but firstly the reason she cried was kind of dumb and SECONDLY when picard was like "tears on the bridge are excused when one is in the penalty box" in the kindest most fatherly tone ever and REALLY endeared me to both of them they immediately ruined it by having her FLIRT with him???

anyway, that episode could have been better. conceptually it kind of fucked. execution wise it sucked. also lmao riker didn't grant any of the women's wishes <3