#It's just that he was just rushing and forgot his sunscreen

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 ℕ𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro,

Black Fem Reader

CW: Suggestive, Nudity

Luffy

When you tell him you both were going to a “special” beach today Luffy didn’t really care.

“Nude beach? For what sex? Everybody has sex on the beach?”

“NO!”

Cackling the entire time

Not at the naked women and men around him no.

He’s seen plenty of naked people and been naked in front plenty of people himself so him having to take off his clothes was nothing to him.

It was the damn joke he made entering:

“I thought this would be a beach where I eat meat not see other men’s meat.”

He’s just laughing at himself with his dingdong out for 30 minutes

Also Luffy greets everybody at the beach.

Remember how he stood so proud and tall in Amazon Lily showing his family jewels?

Same thing.

Either than that he has no issues with a nude beach. He didn’t fawn over anybody and he kept his eyes on only you and his food.

However he did flick your nipple a few times while your were sun bathing to get your attention.

It got worse when you slapped his hand and ignored him, so he sat beside you on the towel, and reached over to place your nipple in his mouth.

“LU—-!?”

“‘M hungry and i ate all the food.”

“BUT WHY SUCK—“

“It’s the only way you payed attention to me….plus we’re naked.”

Why would you take him there.

Zoro

He accidentally stumbled upon it trying to take you to a beach ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND.

The moment you both enter you’re welcome by an old man with his (hard) dick greeting you both.

Mortified isn’t the word he felt.

He immediately covers your face by smooshing you in his tiddies

“HEY PUT SOME DAMN PANTS ON SIR!”

Face is red the entire time.

Stuttering mess too especially when you already begin to get naked.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS ISNT—“

“C’mmonnn let’s just try it.”

He tries to cover his face and leave but you insist to try it out.

After the promise of being in a secluded area behind a big rock he gives in

but he keeps his Sash on that holds his swords.

“Baby we are not ganna get attacked—“

“We don’t know these people!”

“So you’re ganna fight with ya dick out?”

Eventually Zoro does relax jusssttt a little because you brought a drink for him he does admire the view of your body while sunbathing.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.”

“Nobody is looking at you woman.”

It is kind of weird for him only because you both are naked when having sex or taking a bath so it took him a bit to adjust if not expecting either.

He’ll never tell you but laying under the sun with you in the nude did feel great. Cuddled up, with you laying on his chest. Up until he heard Usopp’s voice calling for you both and you had to rush into your clothes.

Sanji

*sigh* …his idea.

He swore up and down he wouldn’t look at any woman besides you if y’all went.

That wasn’t a huge concern but the fact that he may try to get freaky on the beach was what you were worried about.

He only found out because of Franky too.

“PLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE—“

It’s not like you were opposed. But…It’s Sanji.

He has seen you naked plenty of times and he swears he’ll behave so you guys head out.

Luckily it’s not very crowded and it was mostly couples.

It was such a big sigh of relief.

Sanji finds a nice out of the way area under a palm tree and is already tugging your dress.

“Okay calm down cowboy!”

He’s blushing already seeing you,

As well as yourself seeing his well taken care of body beside you.

He surprisingly behaves. Sure a few glances were snucked but that was mostly because you stared first

He even brings a little picnic and of course..

“Want me to put some sunscreen on you, baby?”

Such a perv.

But you allow him, his eyes marvel at your supple body, brown skin glistening as his soft hands glide the lotion all over your body.

Especially your thighs and breast.

He does have a few slip ups with you, maybe a kiss lingering for too long, causing him to hover over you and trail his lips down your neck. You swore you both forgot you were in public so you had to stop him before his hovering hand over your tiddy was ganna lead to something less appropriate.

“S-sorry.”

You did feel like a queen though. He fed you fruit, took PLENTY of pictures, and massaged your body

Appropriately.

But just like all good things it must come to an end

Because Sanji began to poke you from a specific area and insisted you both go home for the day.

Either than that you’d take him again.

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[myvampyrez]

omgg cloud x reader where theyre at costa del sol… like how in rebirth hes super flustered seeing the cute bathing suits but he actually puts sunscreen on reader 😼😼😼 maybe leading to spice if ur comfy w it!!!

spot me some sunscreen? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

cloud strife (ffvii) x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i originally wrote this as a blurb but i forgot like the entire sunscreen portion so it ended up being a whole fic instead 😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, nsfw / suggestive themes!!, i kinda wrote it with the reader wearing a more feminine bathing suit hope it’s okay!!, reader is referred to as clouds gf, cloud being awkward, readers lowkey a tease, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

┊ ˚➶ word count ｡˚ 🎼

1644 words, 8930 characters

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walking out into the daylight was even enough for cloud. costa del sol was just so— lively. he sighed as he watched you, aerith, and tifa skip along to the dressing rooms, the two girls dragging you along by your wrists while you all giggled. he should’ve just insisted that they moved along like barret had said, he thought.

he kept his head down as waited for you near a corner, keeping his head hung low as he detested his swim trunks, cursing the sun for such a hot day.

it felt like forever before a faint, “cloud!” hit his ears. hearing your smile even evident in your voice, he turned his head to the shore as he spotted you under an umbrella, sat comfortably on a striped towel.

his eyes roamed your figure, unable to to give even a small wave back once he gawked at your bathing suit. your waist exposed with the top you wore, only the tied back visible to him while the coverup hugging against your hips, the sheer material revealing your bottoms underneath.

unsure of what to do, cloud looked around before he turned around and faced the other way, not wanting anybody to see his tinted ears. he closed his eyes, taking shade behind a small palm tree as he pretended he didn’t hear the soft footsteps against the sand approaching him.

“i know you hear me calling for you, y’know.” cloud heard you giggle behind him. as he turned around slowly, he finally got a good look at you. just the exposure of skin made his cheeks flush with an even brighter red, his ears an even deeper color.

making a sound of surprise at your advances, he awkwardly leaned back while you yourself leaned in and tilted your head. “well?”

“‘well’.. what?”

“are you gonna stop ignoring me?”

“i’m not—just..” his body tensed as his eyes kept managing to flicker over your body in their own, his eyes alternating between your face and your hips where he could see the skimpy bottoms you wore snug against you under the thin coverup.

you leaned in closer, hands behind you back as you flashed cloud a toothy grin. you watched as his wide eyes flickered down to your lips. he felt a small wave wash over him, his bare chest tensing at the gentle hand you put on it. crap, was he sweating?

your sweet smile didn’t help. his eyebrows furrowed, he knew what you were doing. you knew what you were doing. but he didn’t pay much mind to that when your honeyed voice chimed, “i’ll wait for you under the umbrella, okay?”

“okay.” he gulped, watching your hips sway as you made your way back to your original spot, meeting up with aerith as she gawked over your outfit. mako tinted eyes followed you until you were a distant figure, watching as you twirled and giggled with aerith.

cloud’s breathing became shallow as he sighed— unsure if it was a breath of relief or frustration. his eyes trailed downwards when he noticed his trunks got tighter, letting out an exasperated groan as he rushed to the nearest bathroom, eager to rush back to you after he’s done.

only then did he turn around and become face to face with tifa, red eyes crinkled in a teasing manner while she looked at him. “cloud—!” she sang— and if cloud could die right now, he would. “where you headed off to?”

“just the restroom.”

“didn’t i see you go a few minutes ago?”

he internally facepalmed, eyes drifting off to the side with uncertainty. what could he say to that? besides the next words that embarrassingly tumbled out of his mouth, “just a—small bladder, i guess.”

as if the quizzical look on tifa’s face wasn’t enough proof that she didn’t believe him, dragging him by the wrist certainly was. cloud stifled a sigh as the polyester of his trunks rubbed against him a little too much with an extra far step over a sand hole. he averted his gaze as he saw you and aerith chatting it up under the umbrella, bare legs splayed out before you as you listened to the calls of the sea.

“wow, cloud! nice outfit!” aerith cheers, turning towards cloud with an extended finger as she giggled. he watched as you turned around, lowering your sunglasses a bit as you gave him a smug half-grin. gulping, he opened his mouth again hesitantly to try his best to excuse himself once more, his problem growing more and more obvious with how long he stared at your exposed skin.

but before he could get a word out, he heard a cheery, “hey, tifa! i heard marlene saying something about wanting us to bring her back some seashells—! wanna go look for some?” and before cloud knew it, tifa and aerith ran along to the shore, eyes immediately keen on any glimmering seashells that stood out against the sun— leaving cloud with you.

poor boy didn’t get a chance to even get a word in before you flashed him a small smile and held up a white and blue bottle. he couldn’t even focus on a word you said when your gloss was shining so well with the fluidity of your lips, their languid movements dragging his attention away from the sound of your voice before he felt another wave wash over him. whether that was the suns fault or yours wasn’t specified in his mind before he noticed you had stopped talking.

“huh?” he asked.

your eyebrows furrowed as your smile grew wider. “i asked if you could spot me with some sunscreen.”

once again, another mortifying moment for cloud and his trunks. his mouth gaped open and closed a small bit before he finally sighed and mumbled, “i really better go and s—“

“c’mon, you want your girlfriend to burn to death out here?”

your insistent words didn’t help his problem, your voice teasing as he focused on the way the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off your tongue. he had no choice—except he actually did despite saying that he didn’t—but to take small steps towards the towel, ducking under the small umbrella and taking a seat behind you.

he was so aware of everything now with the hard-on in his trunks more embarrassing than ever. the sand beneath his feet and on the back of his thighs, the way your back glistened with the unwavering heat of the island shining down on you, the way he hesitantly grabbed the sunblock bottle from your soft hands.

he squirted some into his palm, the foreign feeling of a bare hand made his eyebrows furrow as he was so used to his own gloved ones. you hummed a small tune— one cloud had recalled was playing in the jukebox outside a drink stand nearby, while he rubbed his hands to get the lotion spread. if his face wasn’t red then, it definitely was when you let out a small sigh at the feeling of the cold sensation on your back.

despite being as awkward as he was, cloud’s deft hands massaged the sunscreen into your skin surprisingly comfortably. he let out a small curse under his breath as he grimaced when you slightly turned your head and questioned his whispers, “what was that?”

“nothin’.”

he was pretty sure you could see somewhat of his face right now, eyes scrunching as he felt himself twitch in his trunks while the tips of his ears grew red. if he was lucky enough— and coherent enough— he’d blame it on the sun. and it definitely didn’t help that you kept trying to make conversation with him.

“don’t you think it’s so beautiful out today, cloud?” you smiled. the breath of fresh air was unlike anything the two of you had experienced— you could inhale freely without choking on ash or dirt or debris from the recklessness of shinra. and he had to admit, it was a nicer change of pace stopping by costa del sol.

“everything’s just so gorgeous out here—“

“can you please stop talking?”

you turned your head once more, and cloud sighed in embarrassment. he didn’t mean for it to come out that way, honest. but he can’t focus on your words when you’re in front of him with that stupid swimsuit, distracting him as he tries not to shift his lower body to much. and of course, it took a beat of silence before your voice came out low, “have i offended you?”

“are you serious right now? you’re having me pour sunblock on you while you’re pressed up against me.”

it was only then when you let out a small laugh that he realized what you were doing. you did all of this on purpose— you sat here with aerith for a solid five minutes while he bumped into tifa, you could’ve had her spot you. but no, cloud just had to be the one to do it. he had noticed that you shifted back a little bit, which he thought was just so he didn’t have to reach so far but now that your lower back was pressed against him, he realized that you understood his problem a long time ago.

“oh well, sorry about that.” you teased, reaching behind you to remove cloud’s hands while you turned around to face him. you took off your sunglasses and grinned at him, taking in his flustered appearance. the bulge in his trunks failed to go unnoticed as your eyes flickered down once or twice.

“hey, cloud?” he looked back up at you, tearing his eyes away from the very interesting flecks of gold in the sand.

your smile never left your face. a deep contrast to your sweet demeanor was the innuendo that left your lips afterwards, “didn’t you have to go to bathroom earlier?”

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

CHIQUITITA ~ Miguel O.

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

He’s your dads best friend, and he’s suppose to be nothing more then that, but you two can’t seem to get enough of eachother.

SMUT ~ oral (fem receiving), lots of smirking, Miguel be a lil perv nd watching the reader change, lots of flirting nd pet names!

Miguel O’hara your dads best friend, was staying with your family for a few weeks. You were already familiar with the man, he watched you grow up into the young adult you are today. He celebrated with you when you got into you’re dream college, he let you have you’re first sip of alcohol and never told you’re father, he always said that you were his favorite out of all your siblings.

The same man you’ve had around you’re whole life was also the same man you’d thought about at night when your fingers were shoved into your panties, rubbing desperately at the bundle of nerves. Miguel was the same man who stole sneaky glances at you, watching as you passed by him in a mini skirt, or eye fucking you whenever he could, all while thinking that you didn’t know.

You weren’t stupid, there was definitely a sexual tension that grew when the occasional joking comment turned a bit flirty. It was always a rush between the two of you whenever the commonly repeated words, what if someone catches us is chanted as he kisses your soft lips. Miguel was the man you’ve always dreamt of, but you knew that nobody could ever know of the actions that happened whenever you’re father was locked up in his office, working on some project.

There’s a sharp knock on your bedroom door, followed by that smooth, familiar voice you’ve grown fond of. Miguel’s tall frame caught your sight as he slowly opened the door. “Hola, chiquitita, I’m going down to the pool.” He stepped into the room already in his swim shorts, a towel and sunblock in his hand. “Do you want to come with me?”

You sat up and forgot about the phone in you’re hand, “You know I’d never turn down an offer to swim, Miggy.”

“Muy bien, then come here and help me put sunscreen on my back, mi vida.” Miguel smirked as he watched you stand from the bed.

You pulled him into your room, shutting the door and grabbing the bright bottle from his hand, you feigned a annoyed. “Siempre necesitando mi ayuda.”

Miguel chuckled as the door was shut, he didn’t protest you shutting it, he’d been waiting for a moment to be alone with you. “Well, are you gonna help me, chiquitita?” He moved close, his breath lightly caressing your neck. He always knew how to get you red as a cherry, it fed his ego whenever you cowered under his gaze.

“Turn around.”

Miguel turned around, his shirtless body always amazed you, he was a large, muscular man that liked to keep in shape. His skin was beautifully tanned, his body covered in tattoos, a few new scratches and bruises. You opened the bottle of sunscreen and gently smeared it on his muscly back, you were right where he wanted you, your touch against his skin causing him to shiver slightly. You neatly manicured fingers trailed throughout his back, making sure to get sunscreen all along his back, your hands even lingering occasionally as you subtly his massaged back.

Miguel’s breath caught in his throat, he resisted letting out a groan, your lingering fingers made his body tingle. The manicured hands that he paid for running up and down him made him squirm. He was powerless to your touch, even with all the muscles, his mind racing to imagine other scenarios. The smell of sunscreen filled the room as Miguel closed his eyes, forcing himself to not ask you to keep touching him. You could feel him tense up when you pulled your hands away, rubbing the access sunscreen on your arms.

“I need change into my bathing suit, but you’re returning the favor and helping me put on sunscreen too okay?” You pointed a finger at him as he turned around, smirking like a smug little shit.

“Buenos pues, chiquitita.” Miguel chuckled, trying to hide just how much your touch turned him on. “Gracias, by the way.“ he stepped out the room, but you left the door wide open, honestly not caring if he watched or not. He waited just outside, though from the angle he was standing at a mirror reflected all the was going on inside. He kept an eye on your as you undressed and put on the skimpy bikini, you knew what you were doing. His eyes glued to you in the reflection, his focus mainly on your body as you tied on the bikini top, tits beautiful displayed. When you finally came out of the room, he straightens up his posture and whistled. “You look good in that, chiquitita.”

You let out soft giggles, twirling swiftly to give him a full view, “Gracias, no soy la niñita que era.” You held out the bottle, a smirk on your face.

Miguel chuckled as he took the sunscreen from your hands and started applying it to your body.“No, you aren’t little anymore. You’re a woman that I’ve watched grow up, but you’ll always be mi hermosa chiquitita.” He was careful and gentle, making sure to take his time with it. The mix between his words and the movement of his hands made you flustered. Miguel knew what he was doing. Once he finally finished applying the sunscreen he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Let’s go to the pool. We’ve already spent too much time inside.” He allowed you to step front of him, “Las chiquititas primero.”

You chuckled softly, “Gracias, papi.”

Miguel smirked but didn’t acknowledge the remark. Instead, he just laughed as he trailed behind you, your bikini accentuating your body. His eyes fell on your ass, you confident strides down the hallway and stairs making him hold back on reaching over to grab it. You could feel his eyes and it only made you smirk. “Enjoying the view, Miggy?”

Miguel laughed softly, his face flush. “How do you know it’s you that has me distracted?” Miguel shrugged as you opened the sliding door, his mind racing when you continued to walk in front of him.

“Don’t think I don’t see where your eyes are looking, plus you’ve got a little drool just right there.” You teased, pointing at the corner of his mouth with a smile. You put down the towel and sunglasses on one of the chaise lounge chairs.

He looked down at the pool and back at you, hiding his smile, he didn’t want to admit that you were completely right. He opted on teasing you back, “Little diablita. If you keep teasing me like that, I’ll have to do something about it.”

“Oh yeah, and what would that be.” You challenged, walking closer to him as you smirked.

Miguel copied the smirk on your lips, looking down at them, so plump and pink just for him. “Would it be wrong for me to kiss that smartass, teasing mouth of yours chiquitita?”Miguel moved closer, closing the little space between the two of you.

“Only if ya get caught, papi.”

Miguel’s smirk widened. He looked down at your face for a second, deciding whether he should care if he gets caught or not. He moved his head to your ear and whispered, knowing it was one of your weaknesses. “Well maybe I don’t care about getting caught right now.” Miguel’s breath was warm against you as his free hand gently pulling you towards him.

You grinned, he was right on the edge of the pool, in the perfect position, your hands were planted on his muscly chest. You had an idea. “Oh yeah?” Before he could come up with another teasing reposen you pushed his body and watched as he fell into the water, a splash of water followed after.

Miguel went from smug and proud, to confused and shocked in a matter of seconds. As he fell into the pool he hissed, cold water quickly soaking his body. You could see his annoyed expression when his head popped up from the water. “Maldita sea!” His face dripping in water, he turned to you as your giggling filled his ears. “Estas loca.” He chuckled, admiring you despite you’re cruel actions.

“Loosen up, papi, nomas es un poco de agua.” You made your way towards the steps of the pool, slowly dipping in one foot at a time. You understood why Miguel got so agitated, the water wasn’t the warmest, it made goosebumps spread throughout your body. Nonetheless you continued on in. You looked towards Miguel you watched your figure as the water reached your waist. His eyes trailed up to your hardened nipples that poked through the fabric of the bikini top.

You’d began to shiver, Miguel sighed and resisted the urge to hold you close. He looked down at your goosebump covered body as you made your way towards him. You reached a hand out towards him, attempting to conceal the slight tremble in your lip from the cold. Miguel took your hand and chuckled, kissing your knuckles. “Tienes frío?”

You nodded, “Y tu no?”

“You’ll get use to it, chiquitita.” You huffed and pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you hands coming up to grip his shoulders. Miguel’s eyes widened at your sudden action, it wasn’t what he expected, but he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest, he’d already melted at your touch and went back to o being smug. He wrapped his arm around you, the other one going down to grip your ass he’d been so desperately wanting to squeeze. His mind racing with so many thoughts. “What if someone sees us like this?”

“What happened to not caring if we get caught, hmm?” You smirked, leaning your head back and allowed the water to soak up into your hair, your neck exposed to his wandering eyes.

Miguel chuckled as you leaned back, his lips brushing against your neck briefly. “Well if we continue like this then we’re going to get caught doing more then just being in each others arms.“ He teased your ear with his hot breath, his arms still wrapped around your body. He was feeling bold and decided to press his bulge against your clothed core.

You gasp softly, the grip on his shoulders tightening, you rose your head back up and looked at him. “You’re so hot, y’know that, papi?

Miguel’s muscles tensed up again as he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders, smug smirk painted on his lips. “Gracias, chiquitita.” he chuckled, “You’re pretty hot yourself.”

His eyes were looking at you intensely, not being able to look away. They were locked on your lips, your body, every part of you had Miguel feeling things he was never ready for. You could see it in his fierce eyes, the way his bit his lip, the way he squeezed the soft flesh of your ass.

“Bésame, Miggy.” You wanted to sound confident, like you had control, but the way the fraise left your lips was like a plead. “I know you want to.”

Miguel’s face was flushed and his heart was pounding out of his chest. Hearing you say those words, he couldn’t say no. He wanted to kiss you, he wanted to drown in your lips. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything before. He knew it was wrong, it was filthy kissing the daughter of his longest friends, but it felt so good to have you in his arms. He smiled softly, pulling you closer to him, if it was even possible. Miguel’s lips gently touched yours, kissing you passionately. The water around you seemed to have warmed up suddenly, you no longer shivered but instead basked in the warmth. Your wet hand cupped his face as you leaned your head to the side, deepening the messy kiss, tongues intertwined in a battle for dominance.

Miguel was in a haze with your lips pressed against his, he was losing himself, every other thought leaving his mind except you. He felt your wet fingers running through his hair, tugging occasionally as you let out sweet sounds.

“I have a feeling that we’re going to end up doing more then just swimming today, papi.” You smirked teasingly, pulling away from the kiss, watching as a single string of salvia connected your lips. Miguel chuckled, biting his lip as his heart still pounded from the kiss. You were right, he already knew what else both of you would do and he knew would be dirty. It consumed his mind, the thought of your head stuffed into a pillow as he pounded from behind made the boner in his shorts so much more painful.

The pulled away from his arms, extending out your legs to swim across the pool. Dunked your head, letting your face meet the cool, chlorine filled water. You turned and caught Miguel looking at you, a smile on his face. “Are you going to make me chase you chiquitita?” He smirked. “Cause that is a game you won’t win.”You squealed as his quick figure swam towards, trapping you in the deep end of the pool, the part where not even the tip of your toes could reach. His strong arms reached to grip your waist, keeping you up, you huffed and rolled your eyes. “Gotcha, now, chiquitita.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight, Miggy, let me go.” You whined, pushing at his chest, though you knew that Miguel wouldn’t budge.

“If I let you go you’ll drown, this is the six foot part of the pool.” Miguel smirked, knowing that he had you trapped and wouldn’t release you no matter how much you begged.

“I can swim.”

“Doggy paddling across the pool isn’t enough proof that you survive this deep.” He remarked, raising a brow as you rolled your eyes. “Drop the attitude, chiquitita.”

“Or what?”

Miguel pushed your bodies to the end of the pool, he propped you up on the ledge, your wet bottom soaking into concrete. You looked down, nervously watching as he pried your legs open, his face right where you always wanted him to be. “So quiet now, aren’t you diablita?”

You perched an eyebrow up, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Not afraid of getting caught, huh, Miggy?”

“I believe you should be the one that’s scared of being caught, Chiquitita, I mean look at you. Spreading your legs desperately like a dirty whore for your dads bestfriend?” Miguel smirked, shaking his disapprovingly, “I’ll have you begging me to eat this pretty cunt.”

You were far too stubborn to give in, “Why would I have to beg when I know you want to, you’re dying for it, aren’t you, papi?”

He let out a low chuckle, you weren’t sure if you were suppose to be terrified or relieved, either way, you were getting water by the moment and need something. Anything. “You caught me, chiquitita, but it doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily. Even if I’m ‘dying’ for it.”

You let out an annoyed sigh, throwing your bed back as you heard Miguel’s chest vibrate in laughter at your antics. “Eres tan enfadoso, sabias? I might just have to leave and go fuck my fingers into this cunt since you’re being such an asshole about this.”

“Frustrated aren’t we?” Miguel rested his hands on you’re thighs, spreading them apart further to get a view of your pussy, despite it being covered by your floral bathing suit bottom. “You fuck yourself thinkin’ of me?”

You rested against one hand, behind you, the other one creeped towards you bottoms. “Mhmm, since such a whore I fuck myself nearly every night, imaging it was your cock.” He watched as you lowered your hand, you’re fingers teasing your clit for a few moments before it began to pump in and out of your wet hole. “Just like this.”

Miguel had to force back a moan, watching you writhe, him such inches away from you as your eyes such in pleasure. “Do you call out my name?”

“Fuck, yes—Miguel, yes.” As you moaned out his name he suddenly reached for your wrist, tightly squeezing it as an uncontrollable desire burned in his dark pupils.

“Enough.” He growled, forcing you to drag your fingers out of you, a quiet huff passing your lips. “It’s my turn, chiquitita.” His senses were fogged up with lust, he could feel his mouth watering already as he pushed the fabric of your bikini bottom to the side. The sight of your dripping pussy practically called his name, he glanced up at you awaiting approval.

“Por favor, papi.” You whined, lifting a hand to run through his wet hair, it didn’t take a him a second to dive in. His pink tongue already out and licking at your clit teasingly before his pretty lips sucked on it. He was getting pussy drunk at the taste of your juices, eating you out like a mad man. His hands coming up to hook around your thighs and squeeze them, also making sure that they were kept apart.

“Fucking hell, chiquitita, you taste so good.” He grumbled, the muffled vibrations of his voice barley processing in your brain as you let out a pathetic whine in response. “No boy can ever eat this cunt like I can.” You tugged in his hair tighter, eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open. Miguel never removed his eyes off you, it was the part of his face you could see, his nose bumped into your clit while his tongue worked wonders, insetting itself into your dripping hole.

The sounds were filthy, you could hear a continuous squelch of your wet cunt already enough to expose you if anyone came home. If that wasn’t loud, then maybe your moans would definitely alert a neighbor or two. Yet, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else then the piercing brown eyes that gazed up at you, so soft and loving despite his dirty actions. His mouth pushing more and more to the edge, your breathing was quick, someone could’ve assumed that you’d just ran a mile but it was just because of Miguel O’hara’s mouth.

“Asi, asi!” You moaned out, legs beginning to tighten around his head, you eyes breaking away from his as you threw your hand back once more. Your hips began to grind against his face, he chuckled at your desperation, the vibrations of the noise enough to make you cum. “Fuck, Miguel!” You let out one last, pornographic moan before you spilled into his inviting mouth, you twitched as he licked you up, making sure to get every last drop you had to offer before he pulled away. His whole chinned drenched in your cum and arousal, it made you blush, but he only smirked. He wiped it away with the back of his veiny hand before he leaned up to kiss you, his tongue tasted of you.

“Estas bien, chiquitita?” He muttered softly, pulling away from the kiss and trialing them down your from your cheek, to your jaw and then to your neck. You hummed in response, twisting the dark curls around your finger as pulled back to look at you. It was his favorite thing to do, especially after you came. You eyelids half open, a doopy smile unconsciously stretching on your lips, and how soft your voice was.

The sound of the sliding door opening caused you to jump, Miguel suddenly sinking himself into the water and sailing to the opposite side of the pool. Your father walked into the yard, a big grin on his face. “Mi amor, what are you doing out here?”

“Uh..j-just trying to get a tan.” You stuttered out, subtly adjusting your bottom as you stared up at your dad innocently.

“Be sure to wear lots of sunscreen, you don’t want to end up like me, old and wrinkly.” He let out a chuckle, glancing over at his best friend who was mindlessly swimming around, completely ignoring what just occurred moments ago. “Miguel, cómo está la alberca?”

“Perfecta.” Miguel replied, “We still on for that cookout tonight?”

“You know it, I actually just got back from el super y agarre la carne.” Your father was so clueless, you almost pitied him for be so blind of the tension between you two. “Be ready by six, mija, todas tus tías vienen a verte.”

You gave him a bright smile, nodding in response as he walked back into the home, sliding the door shut behind him. Your eyes drifted back to Miguel who’s already began to exit the pool, his toned body dripping of the chlorinated water. His pushed away the strands of hair that covered his eyes before reaching for his red and blue towel. It made you squeeze your legs together, a new wave of arousal hitting you once more. He came towards you, a bright pink towel in his hand and a smug smirk on his face.

As you stood he draped the material onto your shoulders, let it protect you from the slight breeze that blew over the city. “Gracias.” You mumbled, quietly walking back inside but before you could place a hand on the door handle Miguel gripped your elbow.

His tall figure leaned down, hot breath grazing over the shell of your ear. “If you ever need me to fuck your pretty pussy when your fingers can’t satisfy you, give me a call chiquitita.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you to process his words.

authors note: MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN😍😍😍😍 btw I was too lazy to do the translation IM SORRY I love y’all tho🫶🏼

#Miguel O’Hara x reader #2099 Spider-Man #smut #Miguel O’Hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #Miguel O’Hara x you #across the spider verse #I love this man so much oml #this man makes me feel things #astv x reader

[tojivu]

SUGAR.

a/n “you’re the only one i want by my side when i fall asleep.”

warnings/tags how genshin men look out 4 you! pls don’t Flop i’ll cry (includes childe diluc zhongli xiao)

CHILDE holds your hand tightly as he leads you through the crowd. it was unbelievable how packed the market was today. all he wanted was to get some fruit and stroll around the city—the weather was perfect. the sun was beating down on you both; you could almost feel the hot concrete through your slippers. ajax insisted you put on sunscreen, saying he doesn’t want you to get burns; dragging you to the bathroom while doing so. it seemed like he cared about your safety more than anything else—as soon as he got home, he had started to complain about how he forgot to put sunscreen on himself.

“ajax, stop moving around. you’re making this harder than it should be.”

“it hurts.” he frowns, sucking air through his teeth as the cold aloe vera lotion spread across his skin. you shook your head in annoyance.

“you were so obsessed with getting the sunscreen on me, now look at you.” he doesn’t take well to this, and you know because you look up and see his face; eyebrows furrowed and ears red from embarrassment.

“didn’t want you to get burned.”

so stubborn, you thought—but you can’t help but smile a little anyway.

—

DILUC is, naturally, a very busy man. there was a lot of work that he would need to get done, some taking hours to finish up. nevertheless, diluc ragnvindr would always find a way to take care of you, even when he’s piled with work. most nights, you finished work late—coming home to an empty house wasn’t the most pleasant idea to you. coming home later always meant that diluc would be waiting for you, calling out your name as soon as you step in.

the quiet air was not something you enjoyed. when you were at home, you’d often hear a pen scribbling because of diluc—even the most tiniest sound could calm you, knowing that he’s right there, even if he doesn’t speak at all.

you were puzzled as to why you didn’t hear a shout of your name as soon as the door opened. no greeting came, and you were a bit disappointed. why wasn’t he here? he’s always home before you.

suddenly, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a familiar red-haired figure pops into the hallway. “y/n, hey, i’m so sorry. was in the shower.”

“don’t scare me like that. thought i was home alone,” you gave a sigh of relief, and diluc welcomes you home with a hug—as he always did.

“i’m never late to anything, y/n.” perhaps it’s the professional side of him speaking, though you can’t help but think something in his soft smile says otherwise.

—

ZHONGLI gets paranoid everytime you cook for him. would you burn yourself, spill oil everywhere? start a fire? he never knew with you. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he thinks you can’t cook—he just doesn’t want you to get hurt. ever since that one fine evening two years ago (an incident you and your neighbours would rather forget), zhongli has never trusted you to be alone in the kitchen. he fries the eggs in the morning while the most he’d let you do is toast bread.

you find yourself craving a hot bowl of noodles, and zhongli doesn’t realise you’ve left your shared bedroom until he reaches for you in bed—no one.

you’re boiling a pot of water and you can hear rushed footsteps coming down the stairs, and when your boyfriend’s face appears in the kitchen doorway—you know you’re about to get a lecture. his nose is scrunched and his eyebrows are stern, and you think he looks adorable, despite the fact that as soon as he opens his mouth..

“didn’t i tell you to tell me if you’re going to cook?”

“it’s just hot water.”

“let me do it, okay? i’ll drain the noodles for you, then i’ll leave you be.” you know your boyfriend has your best interests at heart, no matter how paranoid he may be. you give up, stepping away from the stove; you can’t complain much anyway, he looks very handsome when he cooks. something about the way he holds chopsticks is very alluring.

—

XIAO holds your hand tight and walks you home, no matter where you are. if you sent him a text saying you were scared, he’d come running even if you were stuck in the middle of a deserted island. he never wants you to feel unsafe, and he does his best to be with you whenever you do feel unsafe. when you both are out on a date in the late hours of the night, he’s gripping your hand and holding you close—making sure nobody but him could get near. he makes sure you get home safe, watching you step into your house and closing the door before he makes his own way home.

“xiao, hey, i think you should go home. i can walk from here.” you tell him. he looked so tired, and you felt bad because all you did was drag him around the city today.

his eyes blinked slowly at yours, as if he was processing what you just said. it was 2 in the morning and you’re not sure if he was going to pass out.

“nah, i’ll walk you.” he insists, grabbing a hold of your hand and taking the lead—he knows your way home by heart now and he hates how it’s always so dark in your neighbourhood.

arguing with him is futile, most times. you choose to accept it, your boyfriend’s hands feel so warm—so safe and tight, as if he’d never let you go.

“okay.”

i did childe and diluc so dirty i am so sorry it’s always rhe gingers — 181022

psst join in on my 300 follower event.. — 231022

#genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #childe fluff #genshin fluff #diluc fluff #zhongli fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #genshin x reader fluff #i did them so dirty #sorry no kaeya i hadno ideas for him…

[halloweenhoneylover]

Can you do a fluff Steve Harrington request set before season 3 where his girlfriend works at a summer day camp while he works at Scoops and he basically get jealous of a 5-year-old who calls her his wife when he picks her up from work one day? Because I do in fact think he’s fight with a child for his love 

1.1k for u anon! it's short and i don't really like it but i was tired of it sitting in google docs

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Steve was sweaty.

A heat wave had struck Hawkins, and the mall had basically been bum-rushed by the town’s entire population because it was one of the few places guaranteed to have cold air pumping out of the ventilation system. But somehow the overflow of bodies condensed into one neon-lit sanctuary seemed to counteract any air conditioning, so it was humid and gross in the mall, and he’d been scooping ice cream for hours, so he was vaguely damp all over when he got into his car after his shift. With his car’s A/C cranked and his head rested back on the seat, he closed his eyes and sighed, feeling like he could finally exhale for the first time in hours. 

In the midst of his decompression, a thought poked at his brain, and his eyes shot open to look at the time. 4:27. You got off work at 5:00, and it was about a twenty minute ride to the public pool across town, but he didn’t mind waiting those last ten minutes. So, he put the car in gear and set off. 

By the time he was pulling up to the parking lot by the pool, so was the parent of every one of your campers. He surveyed the lot from afar and saw no empty spots, so he found street parking and knowing you couldn’t see his car from where you usually stood, decided to get out to meet you at the gate. 

Sauntering past the droves of parents and their dizzy, sunburnt children in the lot, he finally spotted you at a picnic table by the pool with a couple of unaccompanied kids who had yet to be picked up. You looked magical from afar, playfully chatting with the gaggle of children. Your skin sheeny with sunscreen and your red lifeguard swimsuit reminding him of a hot yet professional Phoebe Cates. You were the image of summertime, and he took a second to compose himself before he looked at you too lecherously with so many kids around. Slipping past the gate, he maneuvered the chaos of camp pick up to sidle up next to you, where he brought a hand up to tug ever so gently on a lock of your hair. 

Surprised, you turned in your seat to identify the culprit, but your shock melted into a toothy grin at the sight of your boyfriend. You opened your mouth to greet him when the boy next to you beat you to the punch.

“Hey! We’re not supposed to pull people’s hair.”

Bewildered by the interruption, Steve looked to find a little boy glaring up at him. Cheeks smattered with freckles and a little gap between his two front teeth, the kid would probably have been pretty cute if he wasn’t also staring daggers at Steve, so he stepped back with his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, buddy,” he apologized, trying to get himself off the hook with his typical charming smile, but the kid’s brows just turned downward as his gaze swept up and down Steve’s height, surveying his competition.

In an attempt to de-escalate, you placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, Sammy, but you don’t have to worry. This is my boyfriend Steve, and he’s very nice to me.” Your tone was seeping with warm patience, and you offered Sam a comforting smile, but his face grew positively dismal.

“Your boyfriend?” he lamented. “What about our wedding?”

“Wedding?” 

Steve had been content to let you handle this little boy (he does better with older age groups), but this mention of a wedding dragged him right back into the conversation. He didn’t like it, but he felt his cheeks burn pink with something in his stomach turning green and sour.

Despite his visible disdain, you missed any signs of Steve’s discomfort, only laughing heartily at the poor young boy’s earnestness. “Aw, Sam, I’m sorry I forgot. I’m still getting used to being a married woman!” you joked, successfully cajoling the kid into reassuming a sweet disposition. 

“Married?” Steve restated his question, imploring you for context. 

As soon as your gaze shifted back to him, he felt the weird stick in his chest ease a little, melting under your eyes as he always did. “Steve,” you started with the gleeful gleam in your eye that always shone when you were teasing. “I’m so sorry you had to find out like this, but Sam and I got married earlier. We exchanged friendship bracelets.” You held up your wrist with the evidence, a collection of colorful strings knotted messily with sporadic acrylic beads, and you gingerly placed your fingertips on Sam’s elbow, urging him to hold up his respective bracelet. With his skewed teeth on full display, Sam beamed as he showed Steve. 

Steve squatted a little, placing his hands on his knees to view it close up. Sam’s bracelet was weaved nicely together in a fishbone pattern with an assortment of blues and greens, and he pictured you knotting it all together with nimble fingers. “Sam, I gotta admit: even though I’m not stoked that you stole my girl, these bracelets are pretty radical.”

Sam glowed with the praise, “Thanks!”

“Sam!” From behind Steve, Sam’s mom was waving and calling his name. “Sammy, we gotta go!”

Before you knew it, Sam was standing on the table’s bench to kiss your cheek and then running off to his mom. “Bye, [Y/N]!”

Your eyebrows were raised in mild surprise and amusement as you waved him off, and Steve was blinking profusely, stunned and unsure how to proceed.

“I can’t believe I just let another man make moves on you right in front of me, [Y/N/N].”

You laughed at that. 

“Competition for my hand is fierce, Steve Harrington.”

He shook his head and scratched his neck. “I guess,” he marveled. “Man, I thought I’d had you locked down.”

Standing, you grinned up at him and slid your hands around his waist, and his hands reflexively grabbed your wrists, rubbing a thumb over your pulse. “I may have been unofficially married under that tree over there—” You jerked your head towards a nearby maple with streams of toilet paper hanging from the branches, the remnants of a really nice ceremony. “But you’ll always be my number one, pretty boy.”

His eyes were soft as the breeze as he gazed down at you, awed at his luck in snagging you. You reached up a hand to push an errant strand of hair out of his eyes, but he caught your wrist and fingered the poor excuse for a bracelet between his thumb and forefinger. “Hey, will you make me one of these? Can’t let some random kid be the only one to have a sick ass bracelet made by my hot girlfriend.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #steve harrington blurb

[2knightt]

heyyy i love ur acc. SM. do u think u could do johnny x reader w some type of argument or the gangs reaction to having an argument?? like i dunno some one tryna come onto johnny and reader throws a lil bitch fit? IF NOT LITERALLY JUST IGNORE THIS LMFAAOA LOVE YA

↳you the fucking coldest₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x fem!reader

a/n; THANK U OMFG!!! ILYT!!! ALSO I GOT TOTALLY CARRIED AWAY LMFAO IM SICK AND BORED SO. also,,,SORRY I DIDNT ADD IN SOMEONE GOING ONTO JOHNNY I HAD NOTHING FOR THAT LOL

you and johnny were the perfect couple, but every couple has their rough patch.

you had heard that your cousin was in, the two of you were real close before he moved up north.

but it’s not like you were gonna see ‘em. too lazy, you said.

one day, you were just chilling on your couch. it was hot in oklahoma, but who’s surprised? it’s always hot.

but this time, it was so bad you wanted to go into soc territory just for the pool they got.

you were about to say fuck it and go, until you heard a knock.

all your friends and johnny just come in, they should know that by now.

you sighed and got up and walked towards the door.

“hey, y/n! long time no see?”

“ANDY?”

your cousin just smiled and opened his arms, welcoming you in for a hug and you gladly took it.

you dragged him into your house where you talked for hours, catching up, reminiscing about the old days, laughing, all that good stuff.

the next day, it was still unbelievably hot.

so, you and andy thought it’d be funny to go into soc territory for at least an hour of being cool.

jam packed in there, you joked about how you felt like a fish in a sardine can.

the two of you got in after andy started scolding you for not putting on sunscreen.

you and him had so much fun! so much fun that you forgot about the people around you, like johnny’s friends.

two-bit thought it’d be funny to be a well known grease in a soc’s pool.

until he saw you, laughing with some GUY in the pool! splashing, chasing each other and basically flirting!

so you better believe he rushed right over to the curtis house to see johnny cade sittin’ on the couch.

“JOHNNY! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IT’S IMPORTANT.”

“wo-woah, calm down two-bit. what is it?”

“I’M PRETTY SURE YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CHEATING ON YOU! I SAW HER IN THE POOL WITH SOME GUY! THEY WERE BORDERLINE FLIRTING TOO!”

and johnny’s world came crushing down.

he was devastated, but even that would be an understatement.

was he not good enough? was he too quiet? too shy? did he not take you on enough dates?

the poor boy was on the verge of crying, ‘till dallas winston came in and started shouting some nonsense.

“how ‘bout we go pay your broad a visit later? right when they come back, huh?”

“why?”

“to confront her, ya dummy.”

his friend said, smacking the top of his head lightly.

and pay you a visit they did!

you put on your cousin’s favourite movie, made some popcorn, gave him his favourite soda, and right when you got comfortable, you heard another knock.

weird, again.

you opened the door with a sigh to see your boyfriend and dallas winston right behind him.

johnny looked pissed while dallas looked…normal.

his friend bent down and whispers something in his ear and walked off.

“so, where were you? at the pool?”

“yeah? wait—how’d you know?”

“oh so you don’t even TRY to hide it?! cheatin’ on me in public, y/n?! are you fucking kidding me??”

he shouted at you as you scrunched up your face.

cheating?? with who??

“what? i wasn’t cheating on you?! i never would, johnny! be serious right now.”

“i bet you have him in here right now. two-bit told me how he looked. wouldn’t be a problem if i looked, right?”

he said, squeezing his way into your house.

he locked eyes with andy real fast.

“…are you fucking with me, y/n?”

“what? that’s my cousin.”

“yeah fucking right!”

he threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the place while you tried to explain.

he just slammed the door shut, leaving you speechless.

you cried and cried on your cousins shoulder while he apologized for not speaking up.

the next day, you went on a hunt for johnny cade.

you found him in the lot, he looked like he was cryin’.

“johnny? johnny please let me speak.”

all he did was give you the stink eye and walk away.

you kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes.

if he didn’t wanna hear you out, fine.

let him be like that.

dallas knew he fucked up. he knew he fucked up real bad.

he caught a glimpse of what he thought was your side fling through the window but he noticed, he looked an awful lot like you.

dallas winston went on his own misson, to find your mother.

he found her at her workplace and he dropped the question that’s been on his mind.

“hey, uh, mrs.l/n.”

“oh my! hello dallas, lovely to see you again.”

“yes, yes you too. uh, do you know this guy that’s been at your house? has brown hair, tall, sorta looks like y/n.”

“oh, andy? that’s my nephew. he’s just the sweetest! you should go talk to him, he’s visiting this crummy old city for awhile.”

ah shit. shitshitshit.

he just ruined your guy’s relationship!

scratch that—two-bit just ruined your relationship!

he ran while thanking your mother, he ran his ass alll the way to two-bits home.

he knew he’d be there, drinking, watchin’ mickey mouse, and whatever other bullshit he does.

dallas barged into his home and shouted for his friend, only to find him on the floor.

“what d’ya want, dal?”

“you fucked up, you fucked up realll good.”

“what?”

“that was her COUSIN YOU DOPE.”

fuckkkk.

how was he supposed to know?

and that’s exactly what he asked, after the feelings of guilt washed over him.

“how was i supposed to know?”

“i knew with just one look! how couldn’t YOU TELL?!”

“WELL SHOOT WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO NOW?!”

two-bit asked, jumping up to his feet.

dallas licked the inside of his cheek while looking of to the side.

“i dunno, explain it to johnny?”

“if they end things for real, i ain’t never believin’ in love again.”

dallas shook his head as two-bit walked through his door. he couldn’t help but agree with his friend.

they drove until they seen him walkin’ around, lookin’ like a bum.

“hey, johnny! get in! we gotta talk.”

johnny nodded and got in the back seat.

“we gotta talk about y/n.”

he groaned and leaned his head back against the head-rest, looking up.

“seriously? can’t we talk about somethin’ else?”

“no, johnny! we messed up.”

it’s too late for ‘mess ups,’ now.

johnny rolled his eyes and got out of the car while dallas chased after him.

“hey, man. we’re being serious.”

“how much she pay you?”

“nothing! i ain’t spoken a word to her.”

“yeah right.”

dallas sighed as johnny started walking in the opposite direction.

he walked to two-bits car and knocked on the window and two rolled it down.

“go n’ find y/n and tell her johnny’s sorry. he ain’t yet, but he’s gonna be when i tell everyone else.”

two-bit nodded and drove off while dallas started walking to the curtis house.

steve and soda were off work, ponyboy wasn’t in school since it’s the summer, and it’s the weekend so darry can’t work.

he basically kicked the door down, and shouted for everyone to get into the living room, NOW.

“what is it, dal?”

“yeah, what happened?”

dallas sighed and said answered their questions,

“johnny and y/n broke up over a the uh,”

“the cheatin’? yeah we heard.”

“yea..can’t believe she’d do that.”

“but she didn’t. that was her goddamn cousin. even asked her mom to confirm.”

the house erupted into gasps and groans.

“so what do we do?”

“convince them to talk to each other. they gotta come ‘round sooner or later.”

they annoyed johnny, and they annoyed you.

your whole days were filled with the gang shoutin’ your name, but you thought it was to argue over the false accusations.

so you walked the other way, and johnny did the same.

until, sodapop and steve finally cornered you.

“if you guys are here to yell at me, i ain’t no cheater!”

“we know, jeez.”

oh. now you kinda seem like a douche.

“oh. so, what do you want?”

“TALK TO JOHNNY, PLEASE!”

“PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON’T I’LL UH—I’LL BREAK UP WITH EVIE!”

“what the fuck, steve?”

“go with it, soda.”

they whispered to each other, while still glaring at you.

“yeah’ an-and i’ll kill ponyboy!”

“okay not that far.”

steve said, turning to look at soda.

you giggled to yourself watching their banter. you kinda missed them, just as much as you missed johnny.

“does he even wanna talk to me?”

“uh-totally!”

“yeah girlfriend! let’s go to my house! he’s there, just bawling!”

even though you were confused at the nickname, you still went with the two best friends.

you three walked into the curtis house where you seen ponyboy rubbing johnnys back while they sat on the couch.

he was sittin’ with his head down and his hands intertwined.

they pulled darry’s chair so it was right in front of johnny.

steve sorta, pushed you into the chair.

johnny looked up and soda wasn’t lying. he had looked like he’s been crying.

the gang walked into darry’s room to leave the two of you alone.

you were the first out of the both of you to speak.

“i-i’m sorry johnny.”

“no-no. i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry i ain’t believe you, i don’t know why i acted like that. it was so stupid of me. and i still love you, i really do.”

you smiled and got out of the chair to sit next to johnny.

“that was real stupid of you. next time, just let me talk, okay?”

“i will. i swear, i’ll be a better boyfriend. just give me another chance.”

you kissed his cheek and grinned at his shocked face.

“couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but you.”

you guys were having a sweet moment, just staring into each others eyes, living in the moment.

until you heard cheers.

“YESS!!”

“FINALLY!!”

“good for you guys.”

“I DON’T HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH EVIE!!”

“AND I DON’T HAVE TO KILL PONYBOY!!”

“wait, what?”

may 27th, 2023. 8:56PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny x reader #johnny cade x reader

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 19)

Tw: i guess implied huge age gap between reader and yves, bullying implied

Well its a little harder to transition to Monty time than i thought but bear wirh me we r gonna get there

Part 20

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. Groaning and frowning, you wonder who would be calling you at this time.

You picked it up.

"(Name), it's Yves." His smooth and melodious voice reached your ears, there was a twinge of worry in his tone. "It should be noon there. You weren't answering my messages, I assume you must be busy with your classes earlier. I simply want to check on you. Have you had your lunch yet?"

Its noon!? You cussed audibly. You told Yves that you're going to call him back and hung up.

You can't believe that you slept through half the day. Well, whatever. Your next class is at one. You can make it.

Your eyes skimmed through his texts. The first one was sent at 12am.

"I have arrived at my destination safely. It is now seven in the morning and I am not used to the drastic time difference yet. It was cold, and all the passengers wore heavy coats. You would have loved the weather here. I am already missing you dearly, looking forward to coming back and holding you in my arms."

The next one was sent at three in the morning.

"You would have loved the Continental breakfast my Hotel provides. It has all your favourites. Wishing you were here."

He attached a picture of his plate. It looked delicious and fancy. A wide variety of meats, pastries and vegetables decorated his dish. Most of which happens to be foods that you're rather fond of.

The next one was at 7am:

"I went out exploring the city. It's beautiful. You would have enjoyed your time here. Missing you."

He attached numerous photos he took while on his stroll. You swiped through the pictures with envy, maybe you should have skipped the first week. They're not teaching much after all.

Then the next one was timestamped at 8:30am

"Good morning, my dear (name). It should be half past eight for you. Your first lecture is at ten, take care and be there on time. Have a wonderful day ahead. Do not forget your sunscreen and your packed lunch; it is in the fridge."

He sent another text at 11:15am.

"Your class should have ended already. It went well, I assume? I would love to hear about it. Reply to this message as soon as you can, please. I miss you."

The latest text from him just arrived at 12:04pm

"You overslept."

Nothing more was added.

No time to cringe at yourself, you locked your phone and rushed to freshen yourself up.

__

You were surprised to see that Mr Jones is already waiting for you in his car. Once he spotted you, he hopped out and opened the door.

"Quickly, quickly! Sir Yves informed me that your next class is in half an hour!"

You stuffed yourself in the back seat while Mr Jones rushed to the driver's seat.

You buckled your seatbelt as he drives away.

"I was surprised that you didn't request to be chauffeured this morning, seeing that you and my daughter shared the same class. I thought she was picking you up!"

You grimaced and shamefully admitted that you overslept, thinking you're too good for an alarm.

You have gotten her number, but you forgot to text her. So she didn't have yours.

Oh no, she must have thought you ditched her. That is bad.

"She called me, all worried and sad about her new friend. Evangeline was so relieved when I told her you overslept and you're coming to your next class."

You muttered an apology. Wishing you could just disappear and not face her later.

"It happens to the best of us, besides, it's the first week! Nothing bad is going to happen to your grades." He consoled you. It's not about the grades, it's about your new friend.

"Do you have your lunch with you, Mx (name)? Sir Yves said to make sure you had a bite to eat at least."

You forgot to take it.

"Um. Well, what about sunscreen? Sir Yves greatly emphasizes on the importance of sun safety."

You forgot about that too.

"Oh. Ah, haha! It's alright. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't tell Sir Yves. He seems to care about you a lot and he might throw a fit if he knows you're not taking care of yourself."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

Mr Jones floored the gas pedal and managed to get you to the University in record time. You swung the door open and ran out of the car, struggling to untangle the straps of your backpack.

Then, you received a text from Yves. You're in the middle of running towards your class.

"You worry me, (name)."

You hastily send him a message ridden with egregious typos, telling him that you're now at the campus and heading to your next class.

"Keep your eyes ahead when you're walking. Or else you might hit something and hurt yourself."

You tried to type up a response, but what Yves predicted came through, your body slammed into someone soft and tender. Rest assured, this isn't Montgomery even though you were half expecting to bump into him at some point.

"(Name)!" A feminine voice exclaimed as a pair of gentle hands grabbed onto your arms, helping you keep your balance.

Its Evangeline. You told her you're late and you have no time to talk.

She lets you go and watch you bolt away.

Her arms fell limp to her sides. Sighing, she adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder. Evangeline will be eating lunch on her own again.

The blonde squinted as he saw someone in the distance running up to her.

"Hey!"

She stood still. She had to crane her neck upwards to look the stranger in the eye. Even that was proven a bit difficult as his messy hair conceals a great deal of his eyes.

"Yes?" She replied, feeling weary as he is towering over her. Evangeline knows that she stood no chance in a physical altercation with him. So threw a couple of glances at the surveillance cameras nearby.

"You're (name)'s friend, I saw you talkin' to them earlier." He panted lightly, resting his hand on his knee. "Damn it! I ain't fast enough..." He muttered.

"And you are...?" She maintained her cautious gaze on him.

"I'm their boyfriend. Listen, I need ya to do me a favor." He wiped sweat off his brow. She looked at him up and down, judging his appearance. The man certainly looks... mature. By no means unattractive, but she was surprised that you were interested in men that are covered in grime and dust. And paint.

"And that is?" She prompted.

"Here. It's their lunch. Hand it to them when you see them." He handed a plastic bag containing a Styrofoam container. It's warm to the touch.

"Well, that's very nice of you to do that for them, sir." She commented as she hooked her finger around it's handles.

"What type of man wouldn't feed their partner? Anyways, tell them to call me too. I guess they're busy or somethin', I haven't heard from them in a while and I was worryin' my ass off when I couldn't find them here! I was startin' to think they were skippin' class, but I know my sweetheart ain't the kind of person to do that." He rambled on, telling her how studious you are and how proud he is of you to be following your dreams.

Evangeline narrowed her baby blues at him, something doesn't feel right. She deduced that you're trying to avoid him because there were no classes being conducted prior to today.

"Alright. I will relay your message to them. May I know your name, sir?"

"Tell 'em Montgomery's missing them to death. That'll do the trick." She nodded and beamed at him.

"I hope you have a great day, Mr Montgomery." He gave her a nod.

"Likewise, ma'am." He took off running in the direction of his car, it seems like he's running late for something.

Evangeline is curious as to what your supposed boyfriend got you. She took a peek inside the box and saw grease filled takeaway. She scrunched her nose up in disgust, she remembers the aroma. It gave her food poisoning before.

You like these kinds of things? She really doubt it.

Nonetheless, she covered it back up and began walking away.

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You ignored Yves other texts in favour of making the first contact with Evangeline. You saved her number and sent her a message introducing yourself.

"Hello (name)! I have something for you, where should we meet?"

You asked her where she is. You were glad that she's near your class, so you told her where you're waiting.

A few minutes later, you were greeted with a cheery girl in a beautiful pink sundress with a strawberry pattern. Her blond hair swished side to side as she walked up to you.

You apologized for sleeping in and ditching her. But Evangeline wouldn't hear it, telling you that it's fine.

"Your boyfriend came by to give you this!" She eyed you very carefully when she uttered the word 'boyfriend'. You seem confused, but then after your attention was given to the takeaway, your eyes widened in terror.

She knew it. That was either an ex or a creep.

You sat her down on a chair nearby and tried your best to explain the situation. Starting from the time you and Montgomery first met, until your hospitalization.

She sympathetically nodded. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, (name). Where is your actual boyfriend now? I'm sure he can scare Montgomery away."

You actually forgot what Montgomery's name was. When Evangeline brought it up, it was baffling until you remembered that he said his name was along the lines of that.

You told her that your boyfriend is away for a conference trip.

The gears started grinding in her head. "Your boyfriend... Sir Yves?"

You nodded. You felt a sense of pride with it.

Evangeline momentarily appears shocked and astonished. Even horrified.

You asked her what was he visceral reaction about.

She shook her head and apologized. "I don't mean to judge, but... how did you meet Sir Yves?"

You said you started talking to him in the library.

"Again, no judgement from my side. But... are you into older men?" You can definitely feel the judgement on her side. You said that men in their late twenties or early thirties aren't old.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I... am pretty sure Sir Yves is much older than thirty."

You asked her what makes her say that.

"We are of similar ages, (name). My dad was already working with him before I was even born. Sir Yves was already going on business trips then."

You smack your lips and gulp your spit. You try not to think too much about it.

You were interrupted by buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see that Yves is calling you.

Evangeline excused herself so you could have privacy calling your boyfriend.

You dreaded answering it, so you stared at the screen for a few more seconds. You ended up not having to, because the call dropped.

You instead opened your messages to a bunch of loving updates of his situation, another set somewhat desperately requesting a response from you and a most recent one. Which only said:

"(name)?"

To that , you sent Yves a message explaining that you're doing fine. You told him you even made a friend for once, hopeful that she will stick.

"That's nice, dear. Who is this friend of yours?"

You told him that it's Evangeline Jones, she is kind to you.

You didn't receive a response for a while. Quite uncharacteristic of Yves, you thought maybe he's busy. So your finger went to the "off" button.

But then it buzzed again, receiving a new message from Yves.

"The alleged homewrecker?"

Your jaw dropped. What? Why would he call her that? You texted him back asking what prompted him to call your only friend such a demeaning title. Plus, that is the daughter of one of Yves's most loyal employees!

"Students can be quite loud with their gossiping in the library. I heard of a woman who slept with a married man. There were also stories of someone cheating in their relationship. The name that regularly comes up is Evangeline Jones."

You asked if he believed it.

"These were baseless accusations of a woman I have never met. Hence, it never mattered to me."

You don't know how to feel about this. Evangeline is kind and sweet. Perhaps Yves just hasn't met her yet. You're feeling upset that she was treated unfairly by her friends whereas Yves seemed apathetic.

"Have you had anything to eat for today?"

You said you were about to. You told him you have to go now and you will talk to him later.

You received no response for a while. But eventually you did.

"I miss you."

You sent him a half-hearted "I miss you too". After that, you switched off your phone and sought after Evangeline.

Both of you agreed to eat at a nearby shared space and talk to each other more.

Meanwhile, Yves accessed his folders remotely using his laptop. Your last text is open on his phone, facing up to the ceiling. There was a drafted response Yves made, attempting to continue the text conversation but you were already offline before he could send it. Jealousy bubbling from his chest, his intuition was telling him this girl will spell trouble for him. It isn't everyday his gut feelings become reactive.

Yves has time. His conference isn't in a few days and the network coverage in his Hotel is excellent. He is itching to figure out why his instincts are considering her a bigger threat than Montgomery.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

[voxmortuus]

►PAIRING: Tangerine x Fem!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Bullet Train ►WORDS: 1.3k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: Tangerine is constantly traveling for his work. Never really in one place for too long. Never gets attached, the only person he's ever truly loved was his brother. But work brought him back to that place. That place you met. That place you had such a beautiful night together, that one time he let down his walls, and that one night he opened up, and that one night of nothing but raw passion. Standing there, that spot on the beach, the palm trees, and the sounds of the waves crashing sends Tangerine into a trance, and it all comes rushing back to him. That's the night that crosses his mind. It's been a year, and it's as fresh in his mind as the night it happened. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Heat Waves - Glass Animals ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Unguarded "soft" Tangerine | Public Intoxication Tipsy feeling not drunk | Heavy Petting & Making-out | Public Nudity | Sex on the beach | Vaginal Unprotected Penetration | Hints of Internal Ejaculation | Cuddling | Multiple times implied | Tangerine Waking you up to go back to work | Cliff Hanger | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist

The hot sand mixed with sunscreen and maybe even a hint of coconut, a sweet scent, an enveloping scent, a warm scent that takes over that memory part of the brain, that memory part that taps into the pleasure senses. The gurgling waves were metronomic. The gushing waves were comforting. The humming of the wave song beguiled him. The sea was kindling its own symphony. It was as if it was putting him in a trance. Standing there, the salty breeze kissed his face, his bright gray eyes closed for a moment and that's when it settled in. That memory from that one night a year to this very day.

"Careful! You're going to spill the bottle!" you chuckled watching him as he took a sip. "You're draggin' me Darlin'! Course I'm going to spill the bottle." he chuckled as you both stumbled in the sand. "I don't want you to leave in the morning." you told him. Taking the bottle you place it in the sand after taking a swig from it and you place your arms around him and hold him close. Looking up you gaze into his eyes. "Can't you just... miss... your flight?" you asked him with a small pout on your lips. "Darlin' I wish I could. But I don't think they'd appreciate that very much. They'll come looking for me and then what are we going to do?" He looked over your face and pushed the hair from your face. Leaning in he kissed you sweetly, lovingly, yearning for that connection.

He never got close with people, but there was something about you that just really made him want to be close. Maybe it was your curves, maybe it was the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself. It could have been anything, but it was enough for this workaholic to stop and take notice of you, and to want to spend time with you. Especially like this.

Eventually, both of you find your way to the sitting in the sand, you're straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders, and they move up to play at his hairline. You lean in and nuzzled into him. You nipped at his lips. Holding him close you run your nose along his jaw taking in his scent. Feeling his hands on your waist, moving up under your shirt.

Your breathing picked up a bit, and your skin was sensitive from the consumption of liquor. But you were of sound mind, you knew exactly what he was doing, what you were doing. Leaning in you kiss him deeply, and your tongue finds its way to dance with his, doing a sensual tango. You feel him getting excited under you, feeling the twitch of excitement. Letting out a jagged breath, you grind your hips against him. His hands find their way to your ass and gripped you and pull you closer to him.

He watches you for a brief moment, and there were no words spoken. He knew what you wanted, and boy did he want it too. He wet his lips slowly running his tongue over his lower lip and he moves his hands to strip the shirt from your figure, removing the bathing suit top with it. He tossed it to the side. Returning the loss of shirt with him as well, he turns both of you over, and the sand, warm from the heat of the sun from earlier that day caresses the curves of your back as you fall upon it.

Moving to stay between your legs, he gets on his knees and looks down at you. He wanted to admire you, he wanted to just look at you. He reaches forward and unties the cover-up skirt and your bikini bottoms opening them up to see all of you. The way the moonlight hits your body, he smiles, taking every curve in, taking each and every ounce of you in. Logging it in his memory bank.

Reaching forward you run your hand over his stomach, playing at his own curves of how his body worked against your fingers you smile into a giggle, and you bite your lip and you sit up, and reach forward and lower his swim trunks and look over him. He was beautiful, you thought of him the same way he thought of you.

Grabbing at his hips you bring him back to you, wanting to feel his weight against you, wanting to feel that warmth against you. You wanted to feel him. When he came to hover over you, he took your hands and placed them on his sides, as he leaned in and planted his lips against yours, kissing you deeply, yearning still. His member pressing against your swollen lower wanting eager lips.

The dewy wetness coated the underside of his hard member as he moved in such a way the tip of his member slipped into your eager hole. Licking his lips, he leaned in and kissed you deeply. As your hands gripped his sides, his forehead rested against yours and he let out a slow groan as you let out a heavy moan. How he felt, it was like you felt each and every vein, each and every groove of his cock against your lips, against your velvet, wet, warm, wanting walls.

As he thrusts you whimper and moan, and as he grunts and groans, the sounds of your bodies colliding was hidden and masked by the crashes of the waves on the shore.

His hands move to yours and he moves them above your head, his motions were loving, passionate, they were personal. This felt more personal than he could fathom. He was lost in this moment with you, his eyes locking with yours, your moans matched his. It was how you both moved.

Moving you both work together to find yourself on top of him. At first, you're laying against him, your hips moving against his member. Your breasts pressed against him, his hands dragging down your sides and after picking up some pace you move to your hands pressed into his chest as you begin to bounce on him, your head falling back as you press him into you, feeling him hit that back wall, that perfect spot found.

Rocking your hips your breasts bouncing, his hands cupping them, both of you let your moans be carried off by the wind. Carried out to sea finding the sirens of the deep as you both let out such a finishing moan you both tremble. The way that finish filled you was one you will never forget. That finish seemed to just come on so strong, and it was the way you moved together. The way your moans played off the waves it was an intoxicating tune of an echo that seemed to play on those waves for many clicks.

You move to lie next to him, your fingers play against his chest, no words exchanged, there were no need for words to be exchanged. But it was like you both couldn't keep your hands off each other. You didn't want to, he didn't want to. It was nothing but raw passion. Genuine and true. You couldn't keep your distance, feeling how he filled you again, and again.

Ring... Ring... He groans and checks his phone, damn near dead, he looks down at you, the sun just now coming up, he moves some hair behind your ear and leans in and kisses your cheek. He didn't want to wake you but he didn't want just leave you.

"Darlin, wake up, I've gotta go..." he whispers against your ear. "Mmm, please no..." you mutter. "I'm sorry... I wish I could stay. I'm sure we'll see each other soon." He says softly.

Shaking his head he came back from the memory and felt this tightness in his chest. Licking his lips he shoved his hands in his pants pocket and looked down at his feet a moment before turning and walking back to the car. He looks back over his shoulder to see what he thought was you, and an almost one-year-old child.... He tilted his head, but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Look at those waves Clementine."

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[seiueina]

IN THIS TOGETHER | ITOSHI RIN *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ; 1k524wc

episode 1: "where is the sunscreen?"

synopsis: husband rin is in charge of taking their 4 year old jiro to his soccer game while wifey y/N is on a business trip in the States.

warninings: fluff + pro player au + slice of life

“Okay I think I have everything…snacks…water…lunch…what else? I know there’s something else y/N packs…” As Rin frantically searches through the assigned "going out backpack", baby Jiro ran into the room, “Daddy, you forgot sunscreen!" Jiro stutters his words but his sentences were clear enough that it sparked in RIns' head.

“Right the sunscreen.” He mutters to himself as he rushes into your shared bedroom and grabs the Hawaiian Tropic sunscreen from your cluttered dresser top. He hurriedly looked at his watch to see the time of 12:30 and his heart skips a beat.

“Jiro help Papa carry this sunscreen.” He says, giving the bottle of sunscreen to Jiro as he swings the going-out backpack over his shoulder along with Jiros' soccer bag.

Carefully but speedly were they on their way to the soccer field. And just barely did they make it to the field. “Jiro come here quickly!” Rin shouts as he calls Jiro back over to him before the game had officially started. Frantically, Rin rubbed generous amounts of sunscreen over his face, arms, legs, and the nape of his neck, along with the whines of Jiro not wanting sunscreen on.

"Go on baby, win this game!" Rin cheered on before shooting Jiro back onto the field and into his starting position.

As the refreery was making sure the young boys were ready for their match, that was when Rin had started to hear high pitched chatter coming from behind.  Chatter coming from the soccer moms who had been sipping on their “kid-friendly” drinks in the hot summer sun. “You are...Jiros' dad right? The pro soccer player! We’ve never seen you before at Jiro's games..” Marie one of the prim and proper soccer moms approached Rin, fixing her sun hat before putting her hands on her hips.

“To put it simple, that's basically me playing on the field...Even if I am not here physically, my duplicate is there on the field." Rin gibed to Mari, not giving a damn about what she had to say as all he wanted to do was to watch his boy play soccer.

“That's one way to say you're here!” Another soccer mom named, Jun came by the two, having eavesdropped on their conversation, "If you're here, where is y/N? She was supposed to bring carnival cookies..."

“She’s on a work trip.” He replies and Jun gets closer to Rin, close enough where she brushed on his shoulder getting on her tippy toes, “Oh really? How long is she going to be away?” She says rather flirtatiously, batting her expensive eyelash extensions at him. “My husband is out too…maybe later we can meet up.” She whispers into his ear, and the conversation between the two had gone south quickly. “The hell? You're crazy for thinking that. If you excuse me, I am gonna get videos to send to my wife. My wife that has real and long eyelashes unlike you.” He says as he removes himself away from the two soccer moms and stands closer to the sidelines.

“C’mon Jiro! Get the ball!” He shouts as Jiro came up against the defensive side, trying his best to get the ball from the opposing team. “That’s my boy!” Rin shouts as Jiro gets the ball and runs straight for the goal, everyone on the team shouting and encouraging him to shoot the first goal— until Jiro did shoot and it...

Went into the wrong goal.

Rin sighed, hands on his hips as he could see the embarrassment that clouded over Jiros face as for the event of Jiro running off the field and running straight to Rin. “What’s the matter?” Rin asks rather bluntly to his son who had clinged onto his muscular legs.

“I-I scored in- in the wrong goal!” He shouts into Rins calves. Rin had sighed, kneeling down and caressing his boy in his arms. Slight hints of “shhh” came out of his mouth as he petted Jiro, calming him of his outbreak.

“What an uncaring father…” A random viewer the game complained disgustingly. However, Rin didn't care what others were saying about him and the ways he reacted to his son crying. Disregarding their unnecessary comments before he rolled his eyes and returned his attention to Jiro.

“Y’know, Daddy couldn't score a single goal until I was seven. I would constantly miss the goal...it was embarrassing but I still kept trying until I did get a goal in!” Rin says optimistically and soon Jiros' sniffles turned into contagious giggles. “What’s so funny?” Rin asks before bringing Jiros' head up in his palms, forcing Jiro to look him in the eyes. “I thought Daddy was good at soccer!” Jiro states before wiping some of his tears away from his face.

Rin chuckles before letting go of Jiro, “Sometimes, you will have embarrassing moments. But your immediate reaction shouldn’t be to cry. It should be laughing it off, and continuing with whatever you were doing. The next time, you’ll know not to do it because you’ve learned from past mistakes…” Rin lectures Jiro before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Momma would be proud of you for even scoring.”

“I hope Mommy will be!” Jiro shouts happily before hugging Rin. “Now go out there and give it your all baby.” Rin motivates Jiro, releasing him back onto the field. Cheering him and his other teammates on.

...

The game ended 2-3. A close one. Rin was upset, as the two defeated boys gathered their personal belongings and walked back to the car, ready to make a Facetime call to you.

The phone rings for a few seconds before you answer.

y/N: hi sweetheart! Rin: hey baby, someone here is eager to say hi to you... Jiro: hi mommy! i miss you

As Rin turned the camera to show off a sweaty cute boy that you were able to call your son, sitting cutely in the passenger seat as waved towards the phone. You felt your heart squelch with longing to be back in France with your favorite boys. You couldn't wait till your business trip in the States was over with.

y/N: how was the soccer game? did you remember the sunscreen? Rin: yes...we did remember the sunscreen. jiro did score a goal...though it was a home goal. he was embarrassed about it but was able to pull through a score a goal in the correct goal that time. y/N: ahh! isn't that exciting! it's okay jiro baby that you got a home goal...when mommy used to play soccer and i was your age, i scored a home goal too! Rin: must be a mommy thing... Jiro: momma, i miss you! papa and i were almost late to the game and some of the other momma's were talking to him!

By this time, Rin had faced the camera back to himself and you stared blankly at his face that showed on your screen.

y/N: what were they saying to you? Rin: just crazy soccer mom things...the soccer moms here are weird and i couldn't even handle 90 minutes with them! i am not sure how you do it every practice and weekend.... y/N: now you know what it feels like when i go alone to his practices and games! those women are crazy, crazier than me! they always ask about you too...

As you blurt out held in emotions, Jiro and Rin was chuckling along until you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

Rin: You should probably go to sleep. It’s what? 1 am over there? y/N: Mhm, but I- wanted to talk to my handsome boys before going to bed.

Rin smiles at your face that was shown on the screen. You have more defined eyebags, and you seemed fatigued than the other day you talked to each other.

Rin: Hey, you better be taking care of yourself. I don’t want you coming home all sick! You better make sure to take vitamins, water, and stretch!! y/N: Baby, what would stretching do with not trying to get sick? Rin: Flexibility.

He utters out while also wiggling his eyebrows and proceeding to tease you by winking. Making you roll your eyes at him. He laughs at his antics before telling Jiro to say his goodbyes.

Jiro: bye-bye, momma!! i loooooooovvvveeeeeee yoooooouuu!!! Rin: i love you wifey, get some sleep now. y/N: i will! don't worry! i love you Jiro baby! and I love you too handsome man

You say before blowing air kisses at the two boys on your screen before clicking the big red "end" button.

“Okay hop in ur car seat and I’ll buckle you in.” Rin tells Jiro and he complies. Sitting quietly in his car seat as Rin walks around to buckle him in.

Rin gets into the driver's seat and starts the car, playing some sweet music to have to play during the drive home...

“Daddy, whenever mommy and I are done with games..we get a strawberry milkshake. Can we do that too?” Jiro asks almost too cutely for Rin’s stone heart to handle, Rin laughs as he drives out of the parking spot and looks at Jiro through the middle mirror.

"Of course we can baby."

© satoberrie

#bllk x you #blue lock #anime #bllk manga #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock x y/n #satoberrie writes ! #bllk itoshi rin #blue lock rin #bllk rin x reader #blue lock x you #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #blue lock headcanons #itoshi rin fluff

[waklman]

okay, how about fake it, a trip to the beach/pool with Jake?

“This is the first time a girl complained underneath me.” Jake says sarcastically, face stuffed into the crook of your neck and sun beating down on his sun-screened back.

Sandwiched between a striped beach towel and Jake’s tanned body, you fight the urge to just turn your head and bite his ear off. The same stupid ear that wasn’t in full attention when you told him that he was in charge of bringing the umbrella.

“I can't believe you forgot to bring the one thing we needed,” you angrily mumble, instead.

You blow air through your nose. “If you weren’t so busy trying to find our matching bathing suits, which we didn’t need to wear, then maybe I could be hiding from the sun under a nice umbrella and not you.”

Readjusting himself, Jake lifts his grinning mouth up to your ear.

“Do you always talk this much when a guy is on top of you? I can do a thing or two and shut you right up, Princess,” he crudely whispers, clearly aiming to get a reaction out of you.

Too annoyed to realize that—you give into what he wants.

“I’m so telling your mom you said that!” You shriek at the vulgar implication.

With your hands wrapped around his middle, you pinch the skin of his sides but he laughs instead of winces at your offense.

Jake slightly shifts from above you as his laughter simmers down and suddenly, you feel something firm sitting in the pocket of his shorts against you when he comes to a still.

“You’re so—what is in your swim trunks?” You manage to wriggle underneath him, your inner thigh brushing against the mysterious object again.

“It’s uh, kinda poking me. Did you leave the sunscreen bottle in your pocket?” You add on, brows pinched together, trying to recall where he put Banana Boat sunblock after slathering you both in it.

Jake freezes, contemplating his entire life leading up to this moment.

Slowly, realization dawns on you at his odd silence. “Jake that’s not…it’s not what I think it is right?”

“It’s not—,” he rushes to defend himself. “Princess I swear on that dead hamster we had, it’s the fuckin’ sunscreen, okay.”

Laughing awkwardly, you both tighten your grip around each other, choosing to believe his clear lie.

#ears open #fake it #gigisimsonmars

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Unspoken

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader, Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: pining, kisses, sappy feelings

Part of the home for wayward souls series

Billy was always the first one awake wanting to get a work out in before he had to go to work then it was max who had to be woken up by Billy so shed be on time to school which woke you up from how loud they were

“Max! Max!” You rush out in your robe before she can speed away on her skateboard “you almost forgot your lunch” you shove her favorite into her backpack and bonk your forehead against hers affectionately “be safe sweetpea oh here” you also hand her a little bit of cash “for the arcade later I’ll have Steve pick you up after work” you wave bye to her holding your robe closed as she speeds off

When you waddle inside the boys are looking at you with love filled eyes not that you noticed “y’all hungry I can make a quick breakfast before y’all have to leave for work” they all nod yawning as the shuffle to the kitchen watching as you cook with ease “okay it’s not my best work but here” you lay down plates of bacon and eggs for Billy, an omelette for Steve and a crepe for Eddie “eat up lovebugs” you kiss each of their cheeks gently before walking away to start your morning routine their eyes following you as the sigh lovingly “she’s amazing” Steve says taking a bite of the delicious omelette “I know right I could stare at her all day” Eddie sighs dreamily “she’ll be ours someday” Billy smiles a bit scarfing down his breakfast.

“Shit Stevie wait” you rush outside just as Steve’s about to pull out the drive way braking hard when you rush up knocking on his window, he rolls it down giving you a confused look “you almost forgot your name tag” you reach in gently clipping it to his shirt fingers caressing his jaw as you pull away “don’t want Kenny to yell at you again” you smile “thanks sunshine” without thinking about you he leans in and gives you a soft kiss before pulling away “see you after work sunshine” he waves as he pulls out nodding when you yell out “don’t forget to pick up max!” before he drives off ears red.

With the boys gone you decide to clean up the house about catch up on laundry, vacuum the house, finish cleaning the dishes and by the time your done you still have tons of time to kill deciding you’d visit Billy at work and bring him a lunch. You pull on the red bikini you had just bought humming as you back your pool bag with a novel and soft towel as well as sunscreen.

When you pull up the pool it’s bustling and busy but your happy when you see a familiar blonde up on the stand walking in giving the lifeguards some cookies you had made much to their delight as they dug in. “Hey Billy” you call out waving smiling when he shoots you a dazzling smile “hey honey” he calls out before turning his eyes back to the kids in the pool. You walk past the group of moms who are giving you dirty looks simply over the fact that Billy gave you attention and not them. You sit under an umbrella laying back and taking out your novel catching Billy staring at you his eyes raking over your body in the red bikini he loves, when it was his break and heather took over the stand he made his way to you completely ignoring the moms ogling and calling out to him to come talk to you “hey honey” he grins sitting in your chair “ah hey darlin” you sit up setting down your book “I brought you somethin” you take out a bag of his favorite foods smiling when he takes it graciously “couldn’t let my darlin go hungry” you reach out stealing his sunglasses causing him to squint “oh your darlin huh?” He teases “what’re the moms gonna think?” He jokes causing you to giggle “who gives a fuck” you shrug leaning forward to bonk your forehead against his enjoying talking to him while he’s on break. When his break is up you get up gathering your stuff “see you at home B” you wave “yeah see ya at home honey” he calls before rushing to you giving you a soft kiss before turning back to the stand leaving you a blushing mess as you leave.

When you get back home Eddie’s band is practicing in the garage “hey Ed’s” you call out onto receiving a wave and a wink as he continues playing and singing. You make your way inside deciding to make some snacks for them knowing they get hungry after hours of practice. You sing along to kickstart my heart by Motley Crue while you slice into some oranges. When you finish up you hear them all talking and laughing in the garage making your way out with the tray of snacks and cold sodas “delivery for the rockstars” you giggle as they all rush to you taking the refreshments and snacks graciously “if you don’t get with her Eddie I will” Gareth jokes winking at you causing you to blush “hey hey back it up she’s mine” Eddie wraps his arms around you laying his head ontop of yours pressing a soft kiss there. Gareth puts his hands up in defense laughing as they all go back to talking about the new tour schedule and the newest album their working on “I gotta get inside boys have a good rest of your practice” you take the empty plates and smile as you turn to walk inside getting stopped by Ed’s his kisses you softly “thanks sweetheart” you blush and nod walking inside

When max returns home with Steve there’s something in the air something she can’t place as she sets down her backpack but she slowly starts figuring it out when Steve’s touches last a little to long as your organizing the vhs tapes both of you sharing a longing glance every once and while, and when Billy helps you cook occasionally whispering something in your ear causing your cheeks to turn red, and especially when Eddie helps you with laundry and keeps leaving soft kisses just behind your ear.

“So are y’all in love or something” she asks nonchalantly over dinner causing all of you to choke on your food “wha- what makes you say that” you blush staring down at your plate “well for one Billy keeps looking at you like you’ve just told him you won the lottery, Eddie keeps muttering about how he’ll marry you someday, and Steve well look at him” you all look at Steve who has a dopey smile as he stares at all three of you “well I wouldn’t say in love just yet” you reply as you keep eating all you agreeing to leave it unspoken for now.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington stranger things #steve my beloved #billy hargrove my beloved #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #Billy hargrove x reader

[yeehawbrothers]

Glasses- ADHD! reader x 11th doctor

Hello Lovelies! This is my first story I'll be posting on here, and hopefully not the last. This was a request, and the first request I've ever done. It was interesting challenging myself to stay within a certain prompt. It's definitely short, but I didn't want to force myself to make it longer if I couldn't.

Summary: You think you’ve lost something, the Doctor helps you find it.

I hope you enjoy, all the love-A.

Warnings: none

Kinda a slow burn idk

“DOCTOR, HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES?” You shouted down the hall towards the console room. 

No response.

You sighed, and started the short walk towards the console room to find him.

Standing in the doorway you quickly looked over the dimly lit room.

“Doctor?”

It was silent before you heard a muffled, “Down here, dear.”

You walked down the staircase to the underpart of the console to see him in a swing of sorts under a mass of wires. 

You stood watching him work for a moment before he turned to you and lifted his goggles.

“What did you need?” You took a moment to look over his face, covered in grease and dirt but still so very beautiful. Which made you think about the time you both got covered in alien water that was a little too much like grease. Yeah. Trying to wash that off was a nightmare.

“Y/N? Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Or rather, Doctor to Y/N?” 

You snapped out of your thoughts to realize he had stood up and was standing in front of you waving a hand in-front of your face.

“Oh sorry yeah I came to ask you about…uhm…”

Shit. You forgot what you came to ask him about.

He stood patiently waiting for you to remember. 

Things like this happened a lot.

Like that time when you went to an alien beach and you had packed everything you could possibly need BUT sunscreen. Yeah. Those 2nd degree burns were not fun.

Or when you had gotten bored waiting for him to fix wires and wandered off and accidentally tripped and fell into a button that would blow up the ship you were on.

Who keeps a self-destruct button in the kitchen anyways?

“I’m sorry Doctor. I forgot what I was gonna ask you.”

He sent you a light smile before wiping his hands on his jacket and throwing his goggles aside.

“Well, let's go back to where you were and see if that helps you remember.” He stuck out his hand with a smile and you took it leading him back to your room.

You opened the door and walked in before feeling a tug on your hand.

He stood in the doorway apprehensively. 

You tilted your head, brows furrowed in question.

“Are you sure I can come in?” He asked, his voice unusually quiet.

“Of course. You're always welcome to come in.” You waved your arm in a gesture for him to follow.

He smiled and obliged, following you in.

You walked back to your bed and saw the book you were reading. 

Then it hit you.

“OH. I was gonna ask if you’d seen my glasses.”

He turned from observing your wall full of photos from previous adventures and raised his eyebrows.

“You mean the ones tucked into your shirt?”

You looked down to see your glasses, folded and tucked into your shirt collar.

“Oh.” 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry Doctor. I completely forgot they were on my shirt.”

You took your glasses off your shirt and set them on your bedside table.

“It's quite alright. We all forget things sometimes”

You looked over at him, expecting some type of patronizing look, only to see a smile.

“I know. I just feel awful. I made you stop working for something this stupid.” You sat on your bed with a sigh. “I just feel like I always forget things or rush through them. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

You looked down towards your feet, shame filling your mind.

“I’ve just always struggled with things people find so easy. I feel like somethings wrong with me.”

You felt the bed dip beside you and looked up to find him sitting next to you. 

His gaze still on your wall.

“Well, I think..” He turned to look at you with a smile. “That you're amazing how you are. I mean, sure sometimes you can space out and forget things, but I think it makes you special. Remember that time on Ambidaxtouris, when you zoned out during the speech and noticed that man placing a bomb behind the royals podium? You were the only one who noticed. You saved so many lives that day.

As for interrupting me working, I can always work on the TARDIS. But I love spending time with you. 

I mean, if you hadn’t come to get me I’d never have gotten to see that beautiful photo collage over there.”

A smile formed on your face as he stood, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him.

“I mean, look at these. You really have an eye for photography.”

He let go of your hand and grabbed his glasses out of his jacket to closer examine them.

“Just one of my many fixations.”

You leaned down and opened the desk that sat below your wall of photos.

Pulling out an old film camera, you blew a layer of dust off before speaking quietly.

“This is a 35mm Rangefinder. I spent months searching the internet to find it. Almost forgot I had it.” You smiled slightly before looking up to the Doctor, curious what he would think.

He looked down at you, a small smile gracing his face. His eyes held an emotion you couldn’t believe was there.

“It's beautiful” He spoke, only taking his eyes off yours for a moment to glance down at the camera. 

“May I?” His hands opened slightly, timidly reaching for the camera.

You nodded with a smile, shuffling the camera from one hand to another, holding it towards him.

He gently took it from you, holding it as if it would shatter at any moment.

Noticing his actions, you chuckled lightly.

“Doc, it's from the 60’s. Trust me you won’t break it that easily.”

He blushed, turning his head downwards to better see the object he was holding.

After he was satisfied with his inspection, he handed the camera back to you.

“It’s simple, but very lovely all the same.” 

Comfortable silence fell over you both as you returned your camera to your desk.

“So, anything you’d like to do?” He asked quietly.

You smiled up at him, “You know, I have a craving for some hot chocolate.”

And so, you both sat, shoulder to shoulder, hot cups full of warm coco in your hands, at the open doors of the TARDIS. 

Watching stars burn, and listening to time turn.

Just you and him.

#11th doctor x reader #adhd #adhd representation #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #11th doctor #eleventh doctor #tardis #kinda #slow burn #im trying

[imreallyloveleee]

ooooo is your last post about “i feel like i win when i lose”???

sorry anon, it's not - it's about a better call saul fic.

however, this reminded me that I got another ask about that story which I forgot to answer a few weeks ago. it has been quite a while since i've worked on it. I have no idea when/if there will be an update, if I'm being completely honest with you. I feel bad about it! but under the cut are some sections from what I do have written of the last chapter. hope you enjoy em <3

Jughead accepts a cold beer from Munroe, settles back onto one of the open loungers, and actually has a pretty good time chilling with the bros until – inevitably – someone suggests they see what the bridesmaids are up to.  

“I dunno.” Archie pauses in the midst of slathering more sunscreen across his chest, something he’s been doing every fifteen minutes or so, likely at Veronica’s behest. “I think Ronnie wanted them to have a girls’ day.” 

Eric opens his mouth to protest, but Reggie jumps in. “I know what you’re thinking, bro, but none of them are single. Well, except for Betty.”

Jughead focuses with deliberate intensity on the label of his beer bottle as the others weigh the pros and cons of crossing the bride’s boundary line for the sake of flirting with her hot maid of honor. He hasn’t spoken with Betty since a week before her move to Michigan for the journalism fellowship, and even that was just a couple of stilted text exchanges – congrats, be sure to buy some good snow boots, ha ha. In the meantime, nearly eight months have passed.

And Jughead’s regretted every minute. 

“Hey.” Archie nudges Jughead’s leg with his foot, jerking his chin towards the house. “Wanna help me with some snacks?”

They both know what he’s actually doing, and Jughead feels a rush of warmth for his friend – his best friend, who’s getting married to the love of his life tomorrow, and deserves better than a sadsack excuse for a best man who wastes a free trip to the Caribbean so he can mope over a non-relationship that ended before it even began.

“Do you even have to ask?”

In the kitchen, Jughead sits on one of the swiveling counter stools and watches as Archie attempts to curate a charcuterie plate. 

“So, Betty asked how you were doing.” Archie tilts his head slightly as he flops a slice of prosciutto to one side, then the other. 

Jughead ignores the faint flutter of hope in his chest. Most likely she was just wondering if she’d have to walk down the aisle with a brooding basket case at her best friends’ wedding. “What’d you tell her?”

Archie shrugs. “Not much. I figured you can tell her yourself at the rehearsal dinner tonight.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Leaning across the counter, Jughead snags a green olive and pops it into his mouth. “I guess I can.” 

“What happened with you two, anyway? Ron was freaking out for weeks that you were gonna, like, propose, and then nothing.” 

“Nothing happened, we just…didn’t happen.” Jughead reaches forward again, this time retrieving a block of cheese and an entire sleeve of organic rosemary-sea salt crackers. “Shit happens. Or doesn’t. Whatever.”

If Archie’s skeptical, he’s too preoccupied arranging slices of salami to dig further. “Whatever you say, man.” 

“Not everyone gets the picture perfect happily-ever-after, Archibald.” Jughead sandwiches a hunk of cheddar between two crackers, eyeballs it, and crams the whole thing into his mouth. “You’re lucky everything just slid into place with Veronica. You got off easy.” 

There’s a pause as Archie frowns down at his mess of a charcuterie plate. “I don’t know if I’d call it easy. There was a lot of stuff we had to work through.” 

It’s a funny thing to hear, coming from a man who’s standing in the kitchen of the villa on the private island that his future father-in-law rented out for an entire week, while he heaps jamón Ibérico onto a hand-carved wooden board for a bunch of sun-drunk bros who’d be just as happy scarfing down a bag of pork rinds. But it is Archie’s wedding, so: he’ll humor him.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“Like the fact that Ronnie’s dad hated me when we first got together because my dad dated her mom back in high school.”

Right. He’d forgotten about that. “Okay, sure, but that was just –”

“And then there was the year when Hiram coached the wrestling team. That was rough.” Archie shakes his head a little. “And the year after that, when I interned for him. I still have nightmares sometimes. And that time where he wanted to buy up the south side and turn it into SoDale – I mean, you know, Jug. You were there.”

“Fair enough. You didn’t hit the in-laws jackpot. But –” 

“And then there was college.” Archie continues as though he hadn’t even heard him. “Long distance was hard. And right after graduation is when Ronnie found out about Hermosa and went through that whole identity crisis thing. She broke up with me for a couple months that year, remember?”

He hadn’t, actually, until this moment. That was the same year that he’d moved to Chicago. It had taken a while before his old friendships had settled into a new rhythm that bridged the hundreds of miles between them, which was his therapist’s very nice way of saying he’d been kind of self-centered that year. 

“And then there was the thing with the bear –”

“Okay, okay.” Jughead waves both hands in defeat. “You moved mountains to be with Veronica. I get it.” 

“I’m just saying. If she’s worth it, sometimes you have to put the work in.” Eyes wide with wonder, Archie holds out a jar of cornichons. “Hey, have you ever tried these baby pickles?” 

A light sprinkle of raindrops catches Jughead just as he slips through the door to the ballroom. 

To one side of the airy, open room, Archie, Veronica, and their parents are huddled together with a severe-looking woman who can only be the wedding planner. To the other, the rest of the wedding party is mingling in clusters of two or three. 

By some miracle – or curse, he can’t decide which – Cheryl Blossom spots him first. “Look what the cat finally dragged in.” 

Scowling, Jughead glances at the time on his phone as he reaches the edge of the group. “I’m not late, Cheryl.” 

She rolls her eyes, flicking a lock of long red hair over one shoulder. “I never said you were.” 

“She’s just jealous you got one of the beachfront suites for being the best man. I got the other one.” 

He turns around, and his heart skips a beat when it’s Betty looking back at him, a hint of nerves in her smile. “Hi, Jughead.” 

“Betty.” He swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. “Hi.”

She looks radiant: eyes bright, cheeks rosy, hair pinned back in loose waves that fall just past her shoulders. He doesn’t know whether or not she wants him to touch her, but thankfully she doesn’t leave it up to him, stepping forward for a brief, perfunctory hug. 

“I’m not jealous, Cousin Betty,” Cheryl huffs. “I simply find it unacceptable that our hosts would play favorites with two single people who could be sharing a bed themselves while those of us who actually need the space are forced into a room the size of a two-cent postage stamp. Especially while my TT is in such a delicate condition.”

Before either of them can say another word, Cheryl stalks away in a huff. Jughead looks to Betty in mild alarm. “Is Toni okay? Was she in an accident or something?”

“Toni’s fine. She’s pregnant. But she’s only four months along, so you can barely even tell. They don’t need any more space.” Betty waves a hand in dismissal. “Anyway, how have you been? Are you settling in to the city?” 

Betty’s tone is genuine, curious – but also distant. Like it’s been eight months since they’ve spoken, yes, but more than that – like all the little intimacies they’d shared before have been washed away. A polite, friendly blank slate. 

It feels like his heart’s been crumpled up in a ball and tossed into the wastebasket. 

And it’s his own goddamn fault. 

#anon #my fic #fic #bughead

[celamoon]

i would like a large soy candle with lemon scent please<3 ily cressie

"Ko?"

"Yeah?" Komaeda tilts his head, basket in hand, as you throw the blanket out. 

"You locked the car, right?"

"Yeah." He nods. "Promise."

He helps you hit pin the blanket down, and the two of you sit in the field as Komaeda unpacks the basket.

You kick your legs as he places everything down, the sandwiches, chips, snacks. Komaeda opens his own food, digging in as you open your bento. 

"Itadakimasu!" The two of you grin as you dig in. 

Komaeda prefers sandwiches. He likes lighter foods, you find. You made most of them light on the palate just for him. You wouldn't want him to have a bad time. You pull a parfait from the bottom of the basket, popping the lid off. 

"Did you make everything?"

"Mhm," You press the spoon to your lips, a grin on your face. "You don't like sweets."

"Yeah."

"Which is why everything is so light."

"Ah." Komaeda pauses. "Just for me?"

"Just for you," You grin. 

Komaeda flushes, eating his sandwich again, head spinning. How lucky was he... surely a natural disaster would strike next. Almost as if it were planned, a girl's ice cream flies across the field, making way for Komaeda's face. You pull out an umbrella almost out of nowhere, and you block it before it can hit him, reaching behind him with the umbrella, chest in his face. 

"Th-thank you," Komaeda laughs, and you grin at him, caging him in, the ice cream melting down.

"I'm sorry!" The father rushes up. "She tripped while getting ice cream. You two are alright, right?"

"Yes," You grin, putting the umbrella to the side to dry. "Don't worry about it. We're kind of used to it."

Komaeda puts his bento to the side, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his chest, his back hitting the grass. He lets out a little 'oof' as you land in his chest, and you roll to the side, staring up at the sun.

"This is terrible for our eyes."

"I know."

You yawn, blinking at the sky before sitting up to continue eating your parfait. Komaeda opens his mouth for a bite, and you feed him. 

"Ko, oh Ko..." You mumble.

"Yeah?"

"I'm so in love with you..." You mumble, blinking at him slowly. "I'm in love with you."

"Please," Komaeda whines, rolling to the side, hiding his face.

You giggle. "Embarrassed?"

Komaeda sits up, putting his bento back on his lap, picking up his chopsticks again. "Yeah."

You finish the parfait, closing the lid, and digging through the picnic basket for something else.

"Did we forget something?"

"No," You mumble. "I realized you didn't put sunscreen on."

"Right.. I forgot," Komaeda laughs awkwardly. "Am I turning red?"

"I'm just worried," You pull out the bar, reaching to straddle him, popping the lid off the bar, hand pressed to his cheek to hold his face in place. Komaeda closes his eyes as you do, putting his bento to the side while humming quietly as you even out the sunscreen. 

"arms."

Komaeda stretches out an arm for you.

"Pretty, pretty," You mumble. "So pretty."

Komaeda flushes as you press kisses before you run the stick up his body. He's not used to it. You do it every time, almost as if you were ignoring the stares from everyone else, spoiling him in your own little world. He doesn't deserve it, he doesn't think, but who is he to turn you down? You just love him so much.

You finish with the sunscreen, a grin on your face. "Now you're safe."

"Thank you, angel," Komaeda presses a kiss to your cheek, lips barely grazing it. 

"Mhm," You grin. "How's the food?"

"Delicious." Komaeda grins. "The bento is great so far."

"That's good!" You peel open a sandwich, going back to eating as Komaeda stares up at the clouds.

"That one looks like Monokuma."

"Don't remind me of Junko's bear," You frown. "That one looks like Usami."

"That one looks like Cham-p."

"I'm willing to bet that one looks like a guitar."

"That one looks like Sonia."

"Oooh, so true," You mumble, sandwich in hand. "That one looks like Gundham's dog."

"Yeah..." Komaeda mumbles, going back to his bento and taking moments to stare up at the clouds you were looking at. "I wonder if my blue is the same blue as yours."

"Even if it isn't, isn't it lovely that we still love the same colors?" You grin. "And we love the same people."

"Yes," Komaeda grins at you. "It's beautiful."

"Of course it is." You match his grin, sun shining behind you. "Because it's with you."

"Mhm."

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader #ty for the request nonnie!!! #☾.events

[woonhakist]

august

synopsis — all throughout summer, you had fallen on your knees, burned in the sun, and scraped your body, but nothing had hurt you more than yungyu did.

pairing — lee yungyu x gn!reader

genre — angst, slight fluff

warnings — mentions of minor injuries, mentions of blood

word count — 1.0k

notes — this is a surprise gift done out of sheer impulse for omi (@minkkumaz) ! also, this is my first written AND angst fic, so any feedback would be appreciated ! hope u all enjoy ! (inspired by august by taylor swift)

THE ERAS SERIES

it was as if you could still smell the salt air, as if you could still feel the sun beam onto your skin. back when he was all you wanted, and there wasn’t anything you needed more. there was nothing that could compare to each word and touch that you shared with him, nor was there anything that came as close to you as yungyu did.

you could still feel the time you were twisted in your bedsheets with him, tangled in his limbs. the sun couldn’t beat the heat that you felt creeping onto your skin, and no breeze compared to each breath of air you shared. you became the closest you could be, and your lips nearly grazed his. you could still remember the words that he whispered into the air:

“are you sure?”

you’d never been more certain in your life, and you’d never take it back. the soft press of his lips onto yours, to the slow thawing of your feelings; both were more than you could ever ask for. it was something you’d never regret, even as you laid in that same bed weeks later, yearning to feel his lips just once more.

you could still see his back beneath the sun, wishing you could write your name on it. at that point in time, you still hadn’t spoken about the days after summer, days in which his sunkissed skin would dull. you could still feel the twist in your expression—the curiosity you had to satisfy.

“will you call when we’re back at school?”

you’d never been more confused in your life when his only answer was a smile. his silence spoke no words, and his grin spoke even less. you remembered making the quick decision to leave it alone, and to stay trapped in the delusion—one where you thought you had him.

then, as quick as it came, august had slipped away, lessening into a moment in time. you were lost in the memory of your misery as september came, and yungyu left. he had given you no warning before he disappeared, and from late august to early september, all you could do was miss him.

as you sobbed beneath the same bedsheets his scent lingered on, you tried to find comfort in the vivid memory of yungyu rushing towards you the moment you fell, hushing your pained sniffles. you remembered his shy smile as he bandaged your cuts, leaving gentle touches along your skin.

your tears could only flood out more, and your skin had absorbed them, just like it did with the rays of the sun. you had remembered the day you forgot your sunscreen, and once the consequence of your mistake caught up to you, yungyu was there. you remembered how he smeared aloe vera on your sunburnt skin, quietly laughing at your slip-up.

unlike then, you couldn’t feel any joy in your pain. it stung, similar to when you’d snagged your skin on a tree branch. then, just like every other occasion, yungyu had come to your aid. you had hissed when he applied the ointment, but he had assured you that it was for the better.

each time you had gotten hurt, yungyu never failed to be by your side. you had believed that—after he fractured your soul—he’d be back to pick up the pieces. you had waited for him, hoped for a call—yet all you got was your unread texts. it was then that his silence finally spoke, and it told you that he was never yours to lose.

you were desperate to let it go—all you wanted was to settle. you figured that wanting should be enough; it had to be enough. yungyu wouldn’t want to give any more than that, so you couldn’t get any more than that. you thought it was as simple as counting to ten, but you simply weren’t able to get it through your head.

you were still stuck, stuck believing that yungyu wouldn’t leave you stranded. you thought that he was bound to come back to you, bound to reignite your summer passion. you weren’t ready to accept the reality, even if you knew that your protective dam of wishful thinking was bound to collapse.

by the time school started, most of your scars from summer tucked beneath bandaids, smothered in aloe vera, and treated with ointment had healed. each trace of your summer had gradually disappeared—save for one wound.

it bled as if it were a fresh cut, yet maroon tears had spilled out of it for weeks. you found that nothing could mend the gash that yungyu had torn into your heart, and you could still feel the sting—only worsening once you caught a glimpse of him.

you watched as he walked into the classroom—heard as he talked with his friends. his smile reflected the sun, and his voice radiated purity. you could never stay mad at him, even if he made your heart ache. you’d always find room to forgive, but you’d never forget all of the memories he shattered.

you knew you had to let go, but you couldn’t find the heart to. you’d sit there gluing the fragments of your summer together until the end of time if you had to. you didn’t care if you needed to pick up the pieces that he wouldn’t; you would do it a thousand times if that meant you’d have at least one chance out of a billion to have him.

part of you still wanted him to want you just as much as you needed him, even if that was all but possible. part of you still believed in the love that never lived—the love that was never true. part of you still lived for the hope of it all—lived for him. part of you was him, even if you ever wanted to believe otherwise.

you stared at the boy who took a piece of you with him, and replaced it with a void that could only chant his name. yungyu had seated himself at a desk near yours, his friends surrounding him. he took in the room, and you followed his gaze as it darted around the space—until it landed on you.

you tried to see in his eyes what you held in your own, desperate to find something, anything that could be more than your own want—but as his eyes left yours without a second glance, he inevitably slipped away into a moment in time.

THE ERAS SERIES

© woonhakist 2023

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[aangelinakii]

FAR AWAY

in which you and chan visit the beach

idol : bang chan

group : stray kids

song : far away , easha

date : 22nd june 2023

note : a loose retelling of an old timestamp , here ! ( somewhat rushed and not the best it could've been and i gave up on it becquse i lost inspo but that's ay okay )

for weeks you and chan had been closely watching the weather forecast in order to ensure you had the perfect beach day this one saturday, a day which both of you had off work.

the roadtrip from seoul to muchangpo beach took a little over two hours, which you'd spent blasting songs on your shared playlist and screaming them out as if nobody was listening (and if someone was listening, hopefully health insurance covers their hearing aids), and playing car games like zitch dog, which you'd stolen from how i met your mother, and slug bug (until you decided that chan packed too strong of a punch).

when you arrived, sun shining, sand pale and soft, you left no time to waste to run out of the car and bound onto the beach.

after a moment, chan joined you down on the sand, arms overwhelmed with towels and beach balls and bags and whatnot, his smile unwavering.

together, the two of you spent the next few minutes setting up base; two towels beside each other, two beach bags separately for the two of you, and a unicorn floaty.

once you'd set everything up, you stretched out on your tropical towel, absorbing all the sun, broadest smile on your face.

beside you, chan let out a chuckle on his mint green towel. "you're seeming very excited, my love," he spoke up, racking through his beach bag for a bottle of sunscreen.

"of course i'm excited," you replied, standing up. "i can barely wait to get in the water — look how beautiful it is!"

you gestured over to the sea, where it danced in the soft warm breeze, and glistened an eye-catching turquoise in the blinding sunlight.

chan hummed, looking over from you to the ocean with a soft smile. "close enough to australia we can get."

"yes, now come on!"

with all your strength, you pulled chan to his feet, where he was mid-way rubbing in his sunscreen, and dropped the bottle onto his towel as he was pulled away.

together, the two of you rushed down into the water, both gasping as the chilling crystal waters reached your toes.

"oh, for god's—" you groaned, squeezing chan's hand. "i forgot the unicorn." with a small pout, you looked up the beach at the unicorn floaty that sat, alone, guarding your belongings.

chan squeezed back, getting you to look back over at him. "don't worry about it, we can get it later, okay? let's just swim for a bit now."

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