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angeliccloud · 11 months

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KI saw y’all like my Rudy one shot more than the others (I do as well) so why not do another one?!

Parring: Rudy x MedicVargasFemReader

Genre: Cringey fluff, romance

Warning: There’s violence since this is a war game of terrorists. There's a small verbal dispute but nothing more. Watch our swears too! And I’m not Spanish! I’m so sorry to all Hispanics and other races who speak Spanish! I did not perfectly proof-read this :)

Synopsis: Rudy never thought that he’d fall in love with his friend of 20+ years. Better yet, end up getting married to her. (This is a backstory of the first Rudy x reader story I made!)

Word count: 6k+

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It was a cheesy but cute story between you both. You were a medic and he was Vaqueros, a soldier, a warrior.

It felt like destiny when you two met on the field of grass where usually Alejandro and Rudy would play in.

You held a hand out to introduce yourself, “¡Hola, mi nombre es (T/N)! ¡Encantado de conocerlo!” (Hi, my name is (Y/N)! Nice to meet you!)

The younger self of Rudy, who was sitting on the ground, gave you a shocked look. Before he timidly shook your hand back.

“Rodolfo... Estoy encantado de conocerte también.” (Rodolfo. Nice to meet you too.)

He felt silly for being so shy around others, besides Alejandro and Valeria.

“Rodolfo, ¿eh? ¡Ese es un nombre genial! ¿Tienes un apodo que pueda usar?” (Rodolfo, huh? That's a cool name! Do you have a nickname I can use? )

Curse him and his shyness for turning red, “¡Oh! Uh... mi mejor amigo me llama Rudy para abreviar.” (Oh! Uh…my best friend calls me Rudy for short.)

You nodded and smiled, “Can I call you Rudy too?”

“Sure.” He gave a small when he saw your shocked look at him knowing English.

“¡¿Usted habla inglés?!” (You speak English?!)

He airly chuckled, “Mhm. Have been taught ever since 2nd grade.”

You grinned, “Cool!”

And that’s how it started, you sat down to talk more to Rodolfo. More and more until you understood everything about each other.

“¡Hola, Rudy! ¡Esa es mi hermana con la que estás hablando!” (Hey Rudy! That’s my sister you’re talking to!)

A voice you could memorize the moment you hear it revealed itself.

“Alejandro! ¿Adónde te has escapado? ¿Para ver a Valeria?~” You teased as you saw his face. (Where have you run off to? To see Valeria?~)

To say the least, Rudy did NOT see that coming, “Que? Hermana?” (What…? Sister…?)

“¡No! Estaba dando un paseo. Le ofrecí a Rudy que me acompañara, pero terminó quedándose con mi hermana.” He retorted before sitting near you both. (No! I was just taking a stroll. I offered Rudy to come along, but he ended up staying back with my sister instead.)

“¡No fue mi intención, Ale! yo no-” Rudy tried to explain the situation but he was cut off with laughter. (I didn’t mean to, Ale! I didn’t—)

“¡Está bien, Rudy! ¡Me alegro de que mi hermana y mi mejor amiga se lleven bien!” Your older brother patted his best friend in the shoulder firmly. (It's fine Rudy! I'm glad my sister and best friend are getting along!)

“This guy doesn’t let me around ANY boy. So since you're his best friend and practically brother in arms. He trusts you to have near me. Call it a blessing, Rudy. Oh, mami is telling us we should head home soon, Alejandro! I’ll be waiting up there! It was nice to meet you, Rudy!” You smiled before waving to the boys.

Rudy only lightly smiled back, waving at your disappearing figure.

“So my sister, huh?” Teased Alejandro.

“I hate it when you speak in English about these sorts of things…It makes it known you want to tease me.” Groaned Rudy.

“Haha! You know too well, brother. Te daré mis bendiciones. Realmente quiero que al menos alguien como tú, esté casado con mi hermana. Así que será mejor que no pierdas contra algún delincuente, ¿entendido?” (I'll give you my blessings. I really want at least someone like you, to be married to my sister. So you better not lose to some lowlife, you got it?)

“Si¡(Yes!)” responded Rudy with a firm nod.

“Bien. Me ocuparé de eso entonces. Vamos, ella nos está esperando. (Good. I'll see to it then. Come on, she's waiting for us.)” Alejandro stood up, helped up Rudy to his feet as they walked to his home.

After getting to know each other, you all became a hit trio. Anyone around the block would know of you three. If one was being mistreated, the other will seek revenge for the other.

You were inseparable. A force to be reckoned with. An unbreakable team.

When Alejandro thought of enlisting in the army, Rudy was quick to follow his best friend. Even if it meant that he had to stay away from his love, he’s do anything to at least be near his crush’s family.

You were quick to agree and join in the enlisting but your brother told you not to.

“Escucha, ángel. Hago esto para protegerte del daño. El mundo de la guerra por ahí, es demasiado peligroso. No puedo dejarte morir porque te dejé venir conmigo. Pensaré que es mi culpa si mueres…” (Listen, angel. I'm doing this to protect you from harm. The world of warfare out there, it's too dangerous. I can't let you die because I let you come along with me. I'll think it's my fault if you died…)

It’s not that he finds you weak, he just doesn’t want you to experience horrible things when you could’ve studied to become something better for you.

You stood up from your chair at the table, “Lo sé, lo sé... ¡Pero no puedo soportar dejar que ustedes dos se vayan sin que yo esté con ustedes! Soy el único que venda sus heridas cada vez que se lastiman por protegerme. Quiero ser un activo al menos.”(I know, I know...But I can't bear to let you two leave without me being with you! I'm the only one wrapping your wounds whenever you guys get injured from protecting me. I want to be an asset at least.)

That moment, Rudy held your hand with his, “Ángel, por favor. Al menos hazlo por mí, por nosotros. No moriremos. Volveremos más fuertes que nunca.” (Angel, please. At least do it for me-for us. We won't die. We'll come back stronger than ever.)

You stared into the eyes you grew to adore every time you’d gaze at them. You felt stupid for falling for him so easily but it couldn’t be helped. He was your weak point, and you knew it.

You eventually sighed, “Bien, te dejaré ir. ¡PERO! Voy a ser su médico personal de su regimiento. Sin peros, sis o ands.” (Fine, I'll let you go. BUT! I am going to be your personal medic of your regiment. No buts, ifs or ands.)

“Bueno para mí. Rudy?” (Good for me. Rudy?) Your brother accepted your choice and turned to his best friend.

He nodded, still holding your hand, “Sí, estoy bien con eso. Es la elección de Ángel.” (Yes, I am fine with it. It's Angel's choice.)

That made your 18 year old self feel all giddy like a 7th grader trying to talk to their first ever real deal crush.

“Te estás poniendo demasiado cómoda con su apodo, ¿eh, Rudy?” Alejandro nudged his friend’s arm. (You’re getting way too comfortable with her nickname, eh, Rudy?)

“¡Detener! ella esta frente a nosotros.” (Stop! She’s in front of us.)

He was lucky you were too distracted by him using Alejandro’s nickname for you.

(Timeskip to a year)

You did as you told them, you became a medic for their regiment. Alejandro couldn’t be more proud, alongside Rudy.

You three were still an inseparable team, one healer with two soldiers, a perfect team.

But this perfect team, was soon about to break apart thanks to a certain ‘nameless’ person.

“Hermana! Quiero que conozcas a Valeria en persona.” Smiled Alejandro going in your office with a woman. (Want you to meet Valeria in person.)

“Ángel, ¿verdad? Encantado de conocerte, niño dorado.” Smirked the woman giving you a handshake that you slowly took. (Angel, right? Nice to meet you, golden child.)

“Establecerse.” (Settle down) Alejandro tried to get Valeria to stop teasing others.

You waved it off and faked a small smile, “Está bien. Soy el niño dorado después de todo, por supuesto.” (It’s fine. I am the golden child after all, of course.)

“Está bien, ahora estás yendo demasiado lejos con ese ego tuyo, Angel.” Your brother nudged your side. (Okay, now you're going too far with that ego of yours, Angel.)

“You two seem like a good pair of siblings.” Said Valeria surprisingly in English.

“We are, if I do say so myself.” You replied back.

“Ella me gusta. (I like her.) See you around you two.” Smiled the woman before leaving.

“Tengo que irme también. El Capitán quiere que entrene a algunos reclutas.” (I have to leave as well. Captain wants me to train some recruits.) After your brother gave you a hug, he went on his way to leave.

“Alejandro.” Your voice seemed either stern or like a warning to him. Maybe both?

He turned to see with a serious gaze, “No te dejes engañar por ella.” (Don’t be fooled by her.)

He knew what you meant, but he didn’t say anything, “Si hermana.” (Yes, sister)

And with that, he was gone. You had hoped he at least taken your warning to heart and not waved it off.

But in a few months, you were all fighting for your lives.

Valeria had made a deal, a big one. It costed the Mexican Army to fall to the hands of the cartel.

Thanks to her.

Your hunch was right. But oh you were so mad you were right.

“¡Mierda!” (Fuck!) your sibling was the most angry of all.

Rudy and you only looked at each other before looking back at the angered soldier.

You three had just moved to become part of the Los Vaqueros. After finding out that most of the Mexican Army works with the Cartel.

“¿Alguna señal de Valeria? (Any sign of Valeria?)” Rodolfo was the only one with enough guts to ask you that question.

You shook your head grimly, “Mm mm. Desapareció desde que comenzó el tiroteo.” (Mm mm. She disappeared ever since the gun fire started.)

It’s only been a few weeks ever since Valeria left the army after the turning of the Mexican Army, you wondered why sometimes.

“¡Esa bruja! ¡Ella nos engañó y dejó el ejército! (That witch! She tricked us and left the army!)” yelled Alejandro.

“Fue porque confiaste demasiado en ella, hermano. Te advertí sobre ella. Tenía que suceder.” You walked up to your brother. (It was because you trusted her too much, brother. I warned you about her. It was bound to happen.)

He stopped and looked at you, “¿Estás diciendo que fue mi culpa, (T/N)? ¿Es eso lo que estás tratando de decir?” (Are you saying it was my fault, (Y/N)? Is that what you're trying to say?)

You held your stance even if you were met with a scary gaze, “Principalmente. ¡Fuiste tú quien la hizo sentir que podía derribarte fácilmente! ¡La trajiste e hiciste entrar en nuestras vidas!"(Mostly. It was you who made her feel like she could easily tear you down!) You pointed a finger to him, "¡Nuestro equipo! ¡NUESTRA FAMILIA!” (You brought her in and made get in our lives! Our team! OUR FAMILY!)

You weren’t one to yell, but Alejandro needed to properly listen to you.

That made his blood boil over, “¡TÚ TAMBIÉN CONFÍAS EN ELLA! ¡LA RECIBIÓ TANTO COMO YO CON RUDY!” (YOU TRUSTED HER TOO! YOU WELCOMED HER AS MUCH AS I DID WITH RUDY!)

Rudy seemed displeased on seeing the siblings fight, “Ale, Ángel-” but he was cut off by you yelling.

“¡PERO NO ESCUCHASTE CUANDO TE DIJE QUE TE CONTENGAS DE EXPONER TUS PUNTOS DÉBILES! ¡AHORA SE HA IDO! ¡EL EJÉRCITO MEXICANO SE GIRO CON EL CARTEL! ¡ESTAMOS TODOS SOLOS ALEJANDRO! ¡CONSIGUE ESO EN TU CRÁNEO GRUESO!” You yelled as you jabbed your index on his armor vest. (BUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN WHEN I TOLD YOU TO RESTRAIN YOURSELF OF EXPOSING YOUR WEAK POINTS! NOW SHE'S GONE! THE MEXICAN ARMY TURNED WITH THE CARTEL! WE'RE ALL ALONE ALEJANDRO! GET THAT IN YOUR THICK SKULL!)

That last rant made you breathless before you realized what you said, “Ale…Lo siento…” (Ale…I’m sorry…)

“Angel!” Rudy saw you leave as Alejandro didn’t even look in your direction and only sighed in frustration.

That was when the friend of the Vargas siblings knew what he to do, “Alejandro. Sé que duele y es frustrante. Pero esta no es la forma de resolver problemas como este.” (Alejandro. I know it hurts and it is frustrating. But this is not how to solve problems like this. )

His friend only crossed his arms and looked away. But Rudy still didn’t give up, he even went to move to see his friend’s eyes.

“Valeria hizo esto porque sabía que te castigarías a ti mismo por esto. Llegamos demasiado tarde para darnos cuenta de sus planes.” (Valeria did this because she knew you'd beat yourself up from this. We were just too late to catch on to her plans.)

He soon held Alejandro 's shoulder, “Por favor, comprenda que Angel solo quiere lo mejor para usted. Ella quería cuidarte. Eso era todo lo que ella quería.” (Please understand that Angel only wants best for you. She wanted to look out for you. That was all she wanted.)

You can see a change in his eyes, but his frown was still eminent, “Te dejaré pensar.” (I’ll leave you to think.)

Rudy soon left to go find you.

You were found outside, in the training yard, staring at the rain.

You didn’t care about your wet clothes that stuck to your skin. All you thought was what you said back there at your brother's face.

In all the years you’ve known each other, from your mom, you’d NEVER fight or had an argument. At least a real one that leads to guilt. This was the first argument you both had in your lives. Of course, you’re not taking it well.

Soon, an umbrella covered your figure but you didn’t want anyone’s presence, "Vete por favor…” (Go away please…)

“Cogerás un resfriado.” (You’ll catch a cold.)

Your breath hitched when you heard the smooth and loving voice of Rodolfo himself.

He smiled and got you to stand up to your feet.

“Me equivoqué mucho, Rudy... ¡Muy mal! ¡Probablemente me odia!” (I messed up bad, Rudy…So bad! He probably hates me!) Your face looked like you had cried waterfalls in addition with the rain. That broke the man’s heart seeing you like this.

“Ven aquí…” He gave you a hug as you sniffled here and there. (Come here…)

He soothed you by rubbing circles along your back, “Él no te odia, Ángel. Estoy seguro de eso. Simplemente es duro consigo mismo para que esto suceda bajo su supervisión. No es tu culpa.” (He doesn't hate you, Angel. I'm sure of that. He's just hard on himself for this to happen under his supervision. It's not your fault.)

You pulled away from his chest, “¿Lo prometes?” (You promise?)

“Con mi vida en juego por ti.” (With my life on the line for you.)

That made you look at him in slight shock, “Rudy…”

“Quería decírtelo desde que éramos niños, pero... pensé que no me tomarías en serio. Por eso esperé hasta que llegó el momento. Y creo que es ahora.” He started giving you a semi-serious look. (I've wanted to tell you ever since we were kids but...I thought you wouldn't take me seriously. That's why I waited until the time came. And I think it's now.)

He held your hand, umbrella long gone by now, “(T/N) Vargas, te había amado por años y años. Y todavía lo hago. Admiro tu valentía, amabilidad y personalidad dentro o fuera del campo. Eres el ángel con el que los dioses me han bendecido para caminar. Te amo.” ((Y/N) Vargas, I had loved you for years and years. And I still do. I admire your courage, kindness and personality when on or off the field. You are the Angel the gods have blessed me to walk alongside with. I love you.)

You couldn’t believe it, the man you had loved ever since you were a child just confessed his feelings to you.

“Rudy…” you couldn’t even start on the unraveling emotions coursing through your veins right now.

“Probablemente no me ames pero... quería decírtelo antes de que me arrepienta y muera sin decírtelo.” (You probably don't love me back but...I wanted to tell you before I regret it and die without telling you.)

You held his right cheek with a soft smile, “Yo también te amo, Rudy.” (I love you too, Rudy.)

He froze before kissing the palm of the hand on his cheek.

“May I?” He asked in English, making you giggle at his quirkiness.

“Yes, Vaquero. You can.” The moment you gave him permission, he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

It was gentle but at the same passionate, a kiss from all of the bottled up feelings. Held in for years until it was time to open them.

After the kiss he put his forehead on hers, “Prometo. Con mi vida, que te amaré, cuidaré y adoraré. La forma en que te lo mereces.” (I promise. With my life, that I will love, cherish and adore you. The way you deserve.)

“Me ocuparé de eso entonces. (I’ll see to it then.)” you replied.

That was the day where your love story evolved into something more.

You and Alejandro had a talk and forgave each other for what happened. Your promise to each other was to support the other no matter what happens. (With also giving a proper scolding if needed.)

Your brother patted his best friend in celebration for your relationship, “Cuida de ella Rudy. Ella significa mucho para mí.” (Take care of her Rudy. She means a lot to me.)

His best friend was shocked to hear that from him, since you haven’t even told him yet. But he was glad that he was trusted enough to be declared your boyfriend.

“No te preocupes. Ella está en buenas manos. (Don’t worry. She’s in safe hands.)” Rudy held your hand as you tightened his hold.

“Al menos déjame hacer una regla. Nada de besos en el trabajo.” The three of you laugh but agree to the terms. (At least let me make one rule. No kissing on the job.)

It has been several months since you both confessed. Life got better. You quickly got Alejandro to be back on his feet. And let’s say, he quickly got up the ranks and became the leader of the Los Vaqueros.

Rudy ranked to being his second-in-command.

“Hermana, usted es la jefa del departamento médico de Los Vaqueros.” (Sister, you're the head of the Los Vaqueros Medical department.)

That was the best news you’ve heard ever you turned 20, “¡¿En realidad?! ¡De ninguna manera! (Really?! No way!)”

You saw the many nurses and doctors lined up to meet you, “Hola jefa! (Hello, chief!)”

“Hola.” You waved to them. (Hello.)

You gave your brother a hug that could crush bones, “¡Te amo mucho! ¡Gracias!” (I love you so much! Thank you!)

He only chuckled before hugging back with equal strength, “Yo también te amo Ángel.” (I love you too, Angel.)

“Cuidarla bien? ¡Y asegúrate de hacer una reverencia antes de dirigirte a ella!” (Take care of her alright? And make sure you bow before addressing her!)

“Sí comandante.” (Yes, commander.)

Rudy came up to you, “Te lo ganaste, Ángel.” (You earned it, Angel.)

You smiled, “Gracias, segundo al mando.” (Thanks, second in command.)

This was a big step for the three of you. And you’re all happy by it.

(Several years later…)

Rudy kept on playing with a dark violet box for the past 10 minutes.

“¡Por amor de dios! ¡Solo propón hermano! Parece que estás enojado con la caja.” A voice yelled in Rudy’s office. (For god sake! Just propose brother! You look like you’re mad at the box.)

That only made the man sigh, “No sé cómo decirle. Y no sabemos si tendremos un día libre, teniendo en cuenta que el cartel sigue ahí fuera.” (I don’t know how to tell her. And we don’t know if we’ll get a day off, considering the cartel is still out there.)

“Ella está libre mañana. Y le pediré a Rodríguez que te reemplace.” (She’s free tomorrow. And I’ll ask Rodriguez to fill in for you.)

And the leader knew his best friend was going to intervene, “No te preocupes, solo concéntrate en proponer. Quiero que ya seamos cuñados.” (Don’t worry, just focus on proposing. I want us to be brothers-in-law already.)

Alejandro made Rudy sit back down, “Comandante, todo está listo para mañana.” You arrived with Rodriguez in tow. (Commander, everything is set for tomorrow.)

The two commanders looked at you both like you were aliens.

“¿Qué? (What?)” You gave the males a look.

The two shook their heads as Alejandro covered what was in Rudy’s hands, “Nada.” (Nothing.)

Rodriguez gave you a look, you only shrugged, “Creo que esconden algo, jefa.”(I think they’re hiding something, chief.)

“Ohoho…! Yo sé eso. (I know that.)” you chuckled.

Alejandro gave a look to his friend before having an idea, “Rodríguez! Reúna al equipo e infórmeles sobre el plan para mañana.” (Rodriguez! Get the team assembled and inform them in the plan for tomorrow.)

“Si, comandante. (Yes, commander.)” The soldier saluted before leaving.

“Estaré en mi oficina.” Alejandro quickly started moving to give the couple some time together alone. (I’ll be in my office.)

Rudy was not liking his plan, “Alejandro…!” He whispered-yelled but was only ignored.

The door closed as you walked up to your boyfriend of 7 years.

“Hola amor. ¿Cómo estás?” The Vaqueros in front of you kissed your right hand. (Hi, love. How are you?)

That made you smile, “Bien. ¿Qué pasó antes de que Rodríguez y yo entráramos?” (Fine. What happened before me and Rodriguez entered?)

Rudy didn’t know how to not blow his cover, “¡Una cita! Me refiero a una cita para los dos, es decir... ¿Mañana si te animas?” He stammered. (A date! I mean a date for the both of us, that is… Tomorrow if you’re up for it?)

It was cute after many years of knowing each other and dating, he still gets shy over the simplest things.

You held his face, “Me encantaría, Rodolfo.” (I’d love that, Rodolfo.)

(The next day)

For the last half hour, your lover was quite eager but nervous at the same time.

He insisted on driving to the market, but you worried about how shakey his hands are.

You both made it as he held your hand. Usually it wouldn’t be possible to initiate physical contact. Considering Rudy would tell you to keep it on the down low, so others won’t know except for Alejandro and some sergeants. (Ever since you became the heads of the Los Vaqueros, everyone knew about you and Rudy. They just keep quiet to ensure your privacy.)

“Vamos a ver. Necesitamos más frutas. Estoy planeando hacer una canasta de frutas para mi amiga que se casa pronto.” You held a bag. (Let's see. We need more fruits. I'm planning on making a fruit basket for my friend who's getting married soon.)

“Felicidades por ella. Podemos conseguir tantos como necesites.” (Congrats for her. We can get as many you need.)

You kissed his cheek in thanks, “Gracias querido.” (Thanks, dear.)

You talked to the woman who happily gave you some on a discount, “A mitad de precio ya que tu esposo es amigo de Alejandro. ¡Y por supuesto que eres su hermana!” (Half price since your husband is friends with Alejandro. And of course you being his sister!)

‘Esposo?!’ Your eyes became like saucers, looking directly at Rudy who helped a lady carry some bags that fell over her cart. (Husband?!)

“¡Parece un amor, querida! Tienes que casarte con él antes de que sea demasiado tarde. Puede que se desespere.” The woman told you. (He looks like a sweetheart, dear! You need to marry him before it's too late. He might get desperate.)

That made you think. You and Rudy have been dating for nearly 10 years and never had the time for marriage because of the military.

‘Does he want to?’ You thought before taking the bags of fruit from the lady who smiled and waved goodbye.

“Muchas gracias, joven. Fuiste de gran ayuda.” Smiled the elderly lady, pinching his cheek before leaving. (Thank you very much, young man. You were a great help.)

“De nada.” He waved back. (You’re welcome.)

“Creo que mi hermano se te está contagiando, querida.” You nudged his shoulder a bit. (I think my brother is rubbing off of you, dear.)

He only chuckled, “Tal vez lo sea. ¿Terminaste aquí? Tengo un lugar para mostrarte.” (Maybe he is. Are you done here? I got a place to show you.)

You nodded, “Sí, lo soy. ¿Y adónde vamos?” (Yes, I am. And where are we going?)

You were only given a kiss as he moved to the car, “Pronto lo descubrirás.” (You'll find out soon enough.)

‘Yeah that lady was right…I need to marry that NOW!’ You thought, before heading in the car with your boyfriend to head to the mysterious destination.

~~~

“¿Era necesario que me cegara?” (Is it necessary for me to be blinded?)

“Sí querido. Ahora muévete lentamente hacia aquí.” You both started to move before he stopped. (Yes, my dear. Now just slowly move over here.)

“Lista?” Rudy whispered into your ear. You swore you felt shivers. (Ready?)

“Si esto es una broma tuya y de Alejandro. Cortaré tu intestino.” You stated, he only smiled but you couldn’t see it. (If this is a prank by you and Alejandro. I'll cut up your intestine.)

“Si, si cariño. Ahora, ¿estás listo ahora?” (Yes, yes, honey. Now, are you ready?)

You nodded, “Mhm.”

When your eyes were finally released from darkness you gasped at the view.

It was the same grass field you two met when you were kids. But that wasn’t the only thing you saw. There was a beautiful blanket settled down for you both with pre-made food.

“Oh amor. Esto es tan hermoso. Aún lo recordabas.” Rudy got you to sit down next to him. (Oh, love. This is so beautiful. You still remembered.)

“Por supuesto lo hice. Aquí es donde nos conocimos por primera vez. Y el día que me enamoré de ti.” He replied before placing his hand on yours. (Of course I did. This is where we first met. And the day I fell for you.)

“¿Amaste desde que éramos niños?” You were quite surprised he fell that early for you. (You loved me ever since we were kids?)

He nodded with a dopey smile, “Mhm. (Y/N). Tengo algo que preguntarte.” (I have something to ask to you.)

His eyes gave you a hint that it was serious, “Está bien, adelante.” (Okay, go ahead.)

The second-in-command took a shaky breathe, “Desde que nos conocimos, trajiste luz a mi mundo, Ángel. Me siento bendecido de haber sido titulado tu amante durante los últimos 8 años. Pero ahora, quiero que mi ángel sea una diosa.” (Ever since we first met, you brought light to my world, Angel. I feel blessed to have been titled your lover for the past 8 years. But now, I want my Angel to be a goddess.)

“Rudy…” you gasped when you saw the dark violet box.

“¿Una diosa como tú tomará mi mano en matrimonio?” He asked on his knee, presenting you the ring. (Will a goddess like you, take my hand in marriage?)

You teared up before nodding, “Si! Si! Si Rodolfo!” (Yes! Yes! Yes, Rodolfo!)

You didn’t give him time to talk after he slid the ring on your finger, by kissing him.

“Espero no haber llegado demasiado tarde.” He shyly spoke after the kiss. (I hope I wasn’t too late.)

You only chuckled, “No, no lo eres, vaquero.” (No, you’re not cowboy.)

“¡Ahí está ella!” Your mother ran up to you with your father in tow. (There she is!)

She gave you a hug, while your father gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Te ves hermosa.” (You look beautiful!)

“Gracias, mamá, papá.” (Thanks, mom, dad.)

“Estaremos comenzando pronto. Toma, déjame arreglar tu maquillaje por última vez.” Your mother brought out a cotton pad to check your makeup. (We'll be starting soon. Here, let me fix your makeup one last time.)

“Gracias, mamá. ¡Empecemos!” You smiled to your mother. (Thanks, mom. Let’s start!)

She nodded and urged her husband to move, “¡Muévete, amor!” (Move it, love!)

“Estas nervioso?” (You nervous?) Asked Alejandro to Rudy who’s practically shaking in his boots.

“Muy. No quiero hacer algo vergonzoso por accidente.” He replied, fixing his tie for the 12th time. (Very. I don't want to accidentally do something embarrassing.)

Your brother only laughed and told your soon to be husband that everything will be fine.

Those words didn’t help the second in command when he started hearing the music.

It meant on your arrival to the altar.

Your parents were beside you to walk you down the aisle.

“ella es impresionante…” (She’s breathtaking…)

“No llores ahora, hermano.” Teased Alejandro. (Don’t cry now, brother.)

“creo que es demasiado tarde…” Rodriguez had the grace to be there also. (I think that’s too late late…)

The males saw the groom hold back tears, but some already spilled over.

“¿Rudy está llorando?” You worried over your lover as your dad only assured you he’s fine. (Is Rudy crying?)

“Sucede cuando un hombre encuentra a la persona adecuada, querida. Él es feliz.” (It happens when a man finds the right person, dear. He's just happy.)

Your father was right, you saw a smile on your love’s face. And that made you relieved Rudy is alright.

You finally reached to your brother and future husband, “Te ves perfecta, hermana.” (You look perfect, sister.)

“Gracias, Ale.” (Thank you, Ale.)

“pareces una diosa.” Whispered Rudy taking your hand, after making a promise to your parents. (You look like a goddess.)

“Eres demasiado amable, Parra.” You smiled. (You’re too kind, Parra.)

The priest started the ceremony, your mother cried here and there. So your dad had to console her numerous times.

“Cuando me declaren como tu marido. Te prometo a ti ya mí mismo que te mantendré alejado de los problemas del mundo. Amarte y cuidarte, como mereces que te traten.” (When I get declared to be your husband. I vow to you and myself I'll keep you safe from the troubles of the world. Love and cherish you, like what you deserve to be treated like.)

That made you cry a bit before doing your vow, “Cuando me declaren tu esposa. Te prometo que me quedaré a tu lado, incluso si eso significa una muerte segura. Estaré allí para curarte cuando te lastimes y siempre te apoyaré.” (When I get declared to be your wife. I promise I will stay by your side, even if it means certain death. I'll be there to heal you when you get hurt and will always support you.)

“Caminaré a través del fuego del infierno contigo también, amor.” Rudy gently squeezed your hands. (I'll walk through hellfire with you too, love.)

“Usted puede ahora besar a la novia. Y ahora sois marido y mujer.” (You may now kiss the bride. And you are now husband and wife.)

That was your cue, you two shared the first kiss as husband and wife.

“Esa/Ese es mi bebe!” (That's my baby!) Shouted your mother with Rudy’s mother as well.

“Los tomó el tiempo suficiente.” Smirked Alejandro. (Took them long enough.)

You two walked down the aisle hand in hand.

The reception was amazing, families and close relatives and friends were together and having fun.

(Except for Alejandro trying to smudge some cake in you and Rudy’s faces…You were able to dodge it by the last second.)

(6 years later.)

You walked in the base of the Los Vaqueros, “Rudy. Tengo algunas noticias que contarte a ti ya Alejandro.” Finally, you reached Rudy’s office. (Rudy. I got some news to tell you and Alejandro.)

The man smiled, lifting his gaze from the computer screen to you, “¿Noticias? ¿Es mala?” (News? Is it bad?)

“Nunca hay buenas o malas noticias, amor. Es algo sobre el cartel que encontré de la noche a la mañana.” You said giving him some files. (There's never good or bad news, love. It's something about the cartel that I found overnight.)

His eyes hardened at the information, “Esto no es bueno por decir lo menos. Lo llamaré.” (This is not good to say the least. I’ll call him over.)

After a few moments, the commander of the Los Vaqueros arrived, “Hola tortolitos. Escuché que hay algunas noticias sobre el cartel.” (Hey lovebirds. I heard there's some news about the cartel.)

“No hay tiempo para bromas, hermano. Mira esto.” Rudy gave your brother the files you handed him before. (No time for jokes brother. Look at this.)

He scanned over the papers and scowled with a sigh, “¿Cómo encontraste esto?” (How did you find this?)

“Comprobando las últimas noticias. Escuché que hay algo más de contrabando en Amsterdam. Motivos, desconocidos. Recién me enteré anoche.” You answered before taking out a tablet that hold images. (Checking in on the latest news. I heard there's some more smuggling in Amsterdam. Reasons, unknown. I only found out last night.)

“Y no sabemos cuándo comenzaron su mudanza. Por lo que sabemos, podrían haberse estado moviendo desde la semana o el mes pasado bajo nuestras narices.” Your husband agreed. (And we don't know when they started their move. For all we know, they could've been moving ever since last week or month under our noses.)

Alejandro nodded at that, “Vamos a charlar con ellos, entonces. Rudy, prepara a nuestros hombres. Estás a cargo de la base, hermana.” (Let’s go have a chat with them, then. Rudy, get our men ready. You’re in charge of the base, sister.)

“Sí comandante.” The couple replied. (Yes, commander.)

While you were walking with the two, you suddenly had an idea, “¿Por qué no pedir ayuda a nuestros amigos en el extranjero? Estoy seguro de que acabaríamos con el Cártel más rápido de esa forma.” (Why not ask for help from our friends overseas? I'm sure we'd finish off the Cartel faster that way.)

“Pensaremos en eso más tarde, querida. Cuídate, ¿de acuerdo?” Rudy held your hand before giving you a quick kiss. (We'll think about that later, dear. Be safe alright?)

You gave him a teasing look, “Debería ser yo quien te lo diga. Ten cuidado ahí fuera.” (I should be the one telling you that. Be careful.)

“Servirá.” He replied. (Will do.)

“Jefa, tenemos más pacientes de la última brigada llegando.” A nurse from your regiment arrived to tell you some news. (Chief, we have more patients from the last brigade coming in.)

You nodded, “Entiendo. Gracias por decirme. Prepara al equipo para tratarlos y espérame.” (Got it. Thanks for telling me. Get the team ready to treat them and wait for me.)

She nodded and soon left, “Hasta luego.” You smiled. (See you later.)

“Hasta luego.” He said back. (See you later.)

“¡Hora del apretón de manos!” You held your hand out to start the handshake you both made up years ago. (Handshake time!)

The second-in-command only chuckled and did the handshake you wanted.

“Be back soon, Mr. Parra.” You spoke in English.

“Always. Ms. Parra.” He nodded back before saluting and leaving.

“¿Dónde está mi apretón de manos con mi hermana?” (Where’s my handshake with my sister?)

You shook your head at your brother’s antics, “¡Haremos uno que recordarás más tarde, Ale!” (We’ll make one you can remember, Ale!)

He took offense in that and only flipped you off slightly. That made you and your husband near him cackle.

And that was the past and story of an Angel and a cowboy.

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #mw2 2022 #reader insert #alejandro mw2 #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rudy parra #rudy cod #mw2 fanfic #mw2022 #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader

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Pair of Foxes 🦊 | Kira Yukimura Headcanon

Teen Wolf masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Being a fox shapeshifter (were-fox) and Kira’s best friend would look like:

I guess you can say foxes are drawn to each other because when Kira first moved to Beacon Hills you immediately befriended her—literally walking straight up to her in the library with a beaming grin. “Hi! You’re Kira right? I’m Y/n, mind if I join you?” Not even waiting for her to say yes you dropped your things and began pulling out homework for you history class. She was a little taken aback but polite nonetheless, “U-uh sure. I don’t mind.”

You’d known Scott and Stiles since middle school but hadn’t become friends with them until the whole Alpha fiasco when Peter bit you in hopes of making you a member of his pack. However, the little trickster you naturally are, ended up shifting into a fox instead of wolf—eyes glowing more orange instead of yellow and canines smaller than Scott’s. When Peter discovered this—shortly before his untimely death—he bestowed you with the nickname ‘Little Vixen’. Eventually you managed to fully evolve into a fox like Malia could as a coyote.

When it was revealed Kira was a Kitsune, a Japanese Fox spirit, you couldn’t help but go, “Look at us, Ki, we’re a pair of foxes! Ain’t that neat!” Of course her fox was different from your fox—for example she brought forth her spirit when wielding her sword and you could shift into yours as you came and went. Even when Kira’s fox spirit was thrown out of balance due to the Dread Doctor’s, it was like the Kitsune recognized the fox within you and held some sort of respect.

Basically the Fox didn’t attempt to kill you like it did everyone else. “Maybe it thought we were relatives or something.” “Well whatever it thought from now on you are gonna have to step in whenever I lose control.” “You’re my best friend, of course I’m gonna help you.” From that moment on you and Kira became each other’s anchors. She was there to calm you down on a full moon and you were there to put the Fox in her at ease.

“We’re like platonic soulmates, Ki.” “Platonic soulmates who are a pair of foxes. The best combo if I’ve ever heard.”

Kira always had a pack of extra clothes that fit you in her bag. Shifting into your fox form or fighting to the point your outfits are tarnished enough times had your best friend come prepared to everything.

There are days where Kira will catch you and Malia in your fox & coyote forms chasing each other on the lacrosse field or play fighting. This will have Kira running after y’all because bystanders are calling animal control, “Get back here you two!”

Another time you were stuck in your fox form and unable to shift resulting in you having to stay at Kira’s house until the pack could come up with something to fix you. This also meant Kira had to come up with something to tell your family when you were a no show at home for nearly three days, “the drama club had a competition in Los Angeles—Y/n got the lead role in their production of ‘Wicked’ so she’s there right now.”

In return you always covered for her when she’d be with Scott. “I’ll be your scapegoat, Ki. Just tell them you’re going camping with my family this weekend. They’ll never know.” “You really underestimate how good my mom is at finding things out.” Sure enough, they got the truth pretty quick when Noshiko spotted your parents out to dinner the night ya’ll were ‘camping.’

You two will have girls nights with Malia and Lydia whenever y’all are in need of a break from the world. During the three month period between the shit with the beast and the Wild Hunt you four spent every penny you owned going to concerts, festivals, comic cons, and weekend trips to L.A or San Fran. As you can expect, the boys would get jealous.

When Kira decided to go with the skinwalkers you were devastated to say the least. It felt like a piece of you was missing with the absence of your best friend. But Kira made a promise to check in every once in a while and you’d be the first to know when she was coming back.

After all, there was nothing that could stop the pair of foxes when Beacon Hills was in need of saving.

#kira yukimura #kira yukimura x reader #Kira yukimura headcanon #Kira yukimura imagine #Kira yukimura x platonic!reader #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fluff #arden Cho

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 8 months

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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 3

Warnings: sexual tension, a frank description of arousal, Astarion being himself, a bit of angst

Summary: Feelings are hard for repressed idiots.

Notes: Can I stop writing for them? No, not really. Do I mind? No, not really.

Read on ao3 here!

Chapters: 1, 2

The very next day, Sable knows that she’d made a grave mistake by using her cat form in front of Astarion.

For now he had a new nickname for her.

“Well, good morning, kitten,” he simpers, waltzing up to her as she stretches outside her tent. “I do hope you slept well last night.”

Pausing mid-stretch, she can feel her face go hot. “W-What did you call me?”

“Oh, kitten? I thought it fitting, considering…well, you know,” he says with a laugh, then cocks his head. “Why?” He feigns concern. “Do you not like it?”

The look in his eyes is pure pleased villainy, and she has to resist the urge to kis-smack it off his beauti-vexing face. “...call me whatever you want, I don’t care,” she grounds out, and stomps off toward the nearby stream to wash the sleep from her skin.

“Oh, you are just so cute,” he chortles, and goes back to his tent to get ready for their travels ahead.

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The day is mostly uneventful, save for taking out a goblin scouting party, but that night threatens storms. Lightning flashes in the distance and thunder rolls through the hills as they all hurriedly set up their tents. Dinner is spent separately, eating their rations in solitude as the heavens rage above them.

It gives Sable time to think as she stares up at the ceiling. So much has changed in only a few short days…she worries her bottom lip as she realizes that even in such a short time, she’s not the same woman she was.

She doesn’t know yet if that’s a good thing or not.

All she knows is, between the tadpole in her head, the strong personalities in camp, and knowing that soon they’ll be storming a goblin camp? She’d like to turn into her cat form and stay that way.

Any further musings, however, are dashed as she suddenly sees a shadow in a flash of lightning, standing outside her closed tent flap. She grips a dagger, her focus sharpening, ready to strike.

“Sable!” comes Astarion’s voice, sounding quite urgent. “Sable, are you awake?! Let me in, this storm is ruining my hair!”

She gapes for a second, before letting go of the knife and untying the tent flap. As soon as there’s enough room for him to come in he dives through the opening, and she ties it back closed. “What are you doing here, Astarion?” she demands.

“Come now, is that any way to greet a friend? A friend who, may I remind, braved this dreadful storm to come and visit?” he replies, pouting, rainwater dripping off his nose. He’s nearly soaked through, and Sable rolls her eyes and tosses a towel over his head.

“You could have been nice and dry in your own tent,” she grumbles, settling cross-legged onto her bedroll. There’s not much room in her tent, and so they’re sitting rather close, a fact that she tries to ignore (and fails, if the rising blush says anything about it.) “Could this not have waited until the storm passed?”

“This is the kind of storm that will be here all night, I’m afraid,” he replies, toweling off his hair and shoulders. “And unless you want to make good on our deal in broad daylight in front of everyone…”

Her brows furrow in confusion, before she remembers the previous night. “Oh, right.” A particularly vicious peel of thunder makes her jump a little, and she swallows hard.

He looks at her in the darkness. “Not having second thoughts, I hope.”

“No, not…not about you drinking my blood at least. I trust you enough.”

“Oh, glad to hear it! How about we make ourselves comfortable, hm? Go on and lie down, my sweet kitten.”

She huffs at him, but does as he bids. “I can’t believe you’re going to call me that,” she grumbles, getting comfortable.

“I think it’s rather cute. And unless you truly, deeply despise it, I shan’t be stopping,” he sniffs in return. Then he shifts over her, the confined space forcing him to straddle her hips. The sight of him there, sitting on her as though a lover might, makes her go rigid underneath him, squeeze her eyes shut, and look away. “Now, this will never do. Relax, or it will hurt more.”

“S-Sorry,” she gasps, trying desperately not to give in to the impulse to shape change.

He watches as she struggles to relax, her eyes darting back and forth under their lids. His teeth ache, the predator in him urging him to take her lifeblood, practically tasting her fear. He pushes the impulse away. Normally he’d be all for it, would relish inflicting real hurt…but not with her.

Never with her.

And he doesn’t want to contemplate that right now, thank you.

“Tell me what’s wrong, kitten. You’re terrified.” His voice is low, soothing, and that is definitely not helping matters.

She swallows hard, opens her eyes again, but the beautiful sight before her is too much. Her eyes slam shut again, and she has to resist squeezing her thighs together.

He makes a soft tsking sound, then pauses. His nostrils flare. Beneath the ozone from the storm, beneath the scents of a long road traveled is…sweetness. A heady, cloying sweetness that he’s smelled…well. Often enough.

“Ah.” He smirks faintly, taking in her state. “I am flattered, darling. But why the trembling? I’d be more concerned if you weren’t attracted to me.” He leans down, slowly so he doesn’t spook her. He braces himself on his forearms and positions his lips close to her ear. “Is my little kitten untouched?” he whispers.

A whimper rips from her throat before she can stop it. Desperately embarrassed, she hides her face behind her hands. “S-Shut up, Astarion! Just take what you need!”

He chuckles, low and dark and infinitely pleased, the sound a caress over her jaw. “Well, that’s a rather open ended statement, Sable. Especially for someone like me. But…I suppose I’ll stop teasing. Your virtue is safe, darling. I’d never touch you like that without your permission…” His lips brush over the shell of her pointed ear, and another strangled noise bursts from her lips. “Mmm, I think I may have found my new favorite sound.”

Her body’s drawn toward him, a pull, a tug for this man that she barely understands. Her breath comes in quick pants, her hands clinging to the back of his shirt, a fire raging under her skin.

She’s pretty sure she knows how Karlach feels now, if in a more metaphorical sense.

“P-Please,” she whispers, and she has absolutely no idea what she’s asking for.

He pauses, something in her tone demanding his attention. He pulls back ever so slightly to gauge her body language. Her face is flushed, her hips squirming without her even realizing it, he can see the juts of her hardened nipples through her sleep shirt. Physically, she’s more than ready for him…but…

There’s a mix of want and nervousness in her expression. Almost fear. This is uncharted territory for her, and someone as shy as Sable needs to be eased into sex. And this encounter tonight is very much not that.

He softens. Something tugs hard in his chest (figuratively, of course, there hasn’t been actual movement in there for centuries), and instead of continuing to tease her, to rile her up…he brushes a tender, gentle kiss over her cheek and pulls away.

Her eyes snap open, watching as that beautiful face moves away from her and his hands reach for the ties to the tent flap. “W-Where are you going?” she whispers.

He pauses, and he doesn’t look at her, not wanting her to see the vulnerability in his eyes. “Ah, well, back to my tent. It seems…I’ve no need to feed tonight after all,” he murmurs.

She stares at him. “Oh.” Her voice sounds much smaller than she’d like. “I…did I do something wrong?”

“What?” Sounding incredulous, he finally turns to her, brow furrowing. “My dear kitten, of course not!” He sighs, sitting back a little and looking down. He has to force the words out. “I believe that I…may have gotten ahead of myself, that’s all.” He looks back up, meeting her confused gaze, and he gave her a faint smirk. “Don’t think this gets you out of our deal. I’m simply…delaying it for a night. It’s too stuffy in this tent anyway.”

He goes back to work on the ties, his silhouette outlined with another flash of lightning. And when the light fades…he’s gone.

She stares out into the dark for a long moment, the pouring rain falling unheeded into her tent, and wonders why she feels like crying.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #my writing

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surik-i · 11 months

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Reads of Sleep - N. Riki

‒ pairings :: nishimura riki x fem!oc

‒ genre :: fluff, angst, library au

‒ warnings :: none

‒ word count :: 1k

‒ synopsis :: it seemed on a day-to-day basis that a young girl would always fall asleep in the library. riki became the boy to always wake her and make sure she got home safely, what was it though about this one library that she'd always sleep in.

Sliding in through the pul doors, Nishimura Riki made his way into the large library. Thousands of books covered the shelves. For a specific genre, one person may even find themselves having to just walk up to the fourth floor, just for that one area, but where was the young boy heading today? Riki was looking for one of the girl who would always sleep at the far table, near a corner and out of sight from the librarian. It seemed like months now of seeing her and he always made sure to drop by a vitamin for her just to give her a boost of energy on her way home.

Letting his hands lightly feather over the side shelves and tables, he finally found her. The girl who laid with her arms and long black hair hiding her sleeping figure. One would have to look closely to find as soft breaths were made, just barely did a strand of hair life up with every breath. Riki gave a soft smile, walking over and sitting down in front of her as he slid the bottle her way. He gave her a soft tap before speaking, “Hey, Paris, wake up,” he called out to her.

To be exact, the girl’s name wasn’t actually Paris, but a small nickname used by everyone around her. Her full name was Moo Chung-Ae, the name Paris was followed after a joke given by another friend who said her name reminded them of what people think Paris is like. It seemed to stick after and after awhile, a nickname used by all friends who had the privilege to hear the little story. To Ri-Ki, she reminding him of a cat or a koala, with how often she slept, he couldn’t help but think she resembled the two all to well.

A quiet hum had left pass her lips as Paris slowly lifted her head up to look at Riki tiredly. “What is it?” She asked in a weak voice, eyes drooping with strands of hair falling over her face. Riki gave a cheeky grin, tapping his book and looking at her. There, in front of him layed the latest copy of their favorite book, Manifest a Line, bringing some life back to the girl as she perked up and reached for the book as he moved it away from her.

“Ah, No. I’ll let you read it once you explain to me why today you’re so tired,” He hummed, shaking the book in his right hand, looking at her and awaiting for an answer. He was curious to what may be the reasoning of her restless moment as he admired her features, looking at the sad dark bags under her doe eyes. He could watch her looking around for a moment, a quiet sigh falling past her lips before the confession was made to him.

“Why are you always so interested in me, it’s not like I’m a celebrity,” Paris shook her head, but she finally did speak up to him. “You really wanna know, I know you won’t give up until I admit at least a piece of it.” She seemed to think of where to start fot the moment, tapping her finger on the table and humming quietly, but finally she did speak up and tell him. She took another moment in between to quickly sip on the vitamin given to her.

“Life hasn’t been easy at home, my mom and dad’s company are failing to the point that we’re having to relocate. We’re planning to head to Jeju Island where my grandparents are, but I promise we could still talk through texts. I guess I’ve always been picking up extra shifts to help out my parents so sleeping in the library has helped with getting that extra boost of energy I need to keep walking. You’ve also been an amazing friend who was willing to add an energy drink beside me, so I thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” Paris explained to him before getting up from the table.

Riki was stunned to hear this, as his eyes widened. He was about to lose his best friend in the entire world. He would never be able to see her again. His heart sank as he felt the tears fighting to fall back. “Don’t think anything of it, we’ll always be friends, no matter what. If you want, you can walk me to work!” She suggested to him and patted his shoulder. In the end, Riki agreed and left with her to work.

As the two seemed to spend the last few weeks with each other, on the last day, he had entetred the same location of the library, only to find a letter where the girl once slept. Riki picked up the letter and began to read what was written:

Dear Riki,

I’m not the best at writing letters, but I do hope this one somehow reaches you and helps you to better understand the situation and move on quicker. In the past few months I’ve known of you, you always seemed like the kind of boy who would always be there for his friends no matter what. You were unique and I always enjoyed watching you dance without any worries in your heart. You have always inspired me to keep going. When my journey in Jeju is over, lets meet again and become trainees at SM, that is if you’re still interested. Let’s though become trainees at SM so we can officially be seen as backup dancers for Shinee. Don’t ever give up on your dreams either while I’m gone. One day, we’ll meet at the same time, and you’ll see me asleep in the library, ready to bribe me about the latest of our favorite novel. Text me too! Also, give some people a chance in your life. I’ve heard you have been spending more time out with Saegong Mi-Ok, I think she’d be a great match for you.

Sincerely,

Paris

Ps. I know I never talk about my silly crushes, but if maybe by chance Jungwon is breathing down your neck while reading this, I like him and hopefully you’ll set me up with him in the future.

Riki chuckled as he read her final letter. Maybe, just maybe he could find a way to move on from her and find his own joy. He though would still await for the return of his best friend. No matter how many years past, she would be that one little spark he looked foreward to in a library.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Ahem, hello there beauty! I hope ur having an AAAA+ day.

Can I request scenarios / hcs/ fic or whatever you want for Bakusquad bois( if they are too much for you then Kiri and Hanta are enough!) with an affectionate female s/o who uses random and strange nicknames like ( bibu, ki ku ki and nunu ) Ik Ik you’d think they don’t make sense or v ugly but they just come out spontaneously and I can’t help it lmao

Hello!!! Of course I will take this adorable request! I am such a big fan and took my own little spin on it, so I really hope you enjoy! And I did include all of them because how could I not? Thank you so much for requesting, lovely human being!! <3

Cutesy Nicknames - Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Hanta Sero, and Denki Kaminari

Pairing - Eijiro Kirishima x f!reader, Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader, Hanta Sero x f!reader, and Denki Kaminari x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - thank you again for the request, sweet anon! i hope you are having a wonderful day as well!!

I just want to thank everyone as well who follows my account or just reads any of my fics, it means a lot! have a great day everyone! i really hope you enjoy!

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Eijiro Kirishima

"Oh my gosh, they have a new documentary about Crimson Riot!" She grabbed Kirishima's arm, pulling him over to her laptop. "They do?" "Yeah! We should totally watch it tonight, Kiki!" Kirishima turned to her with a confused expression on his face. "Kiki?" She blushed. "S-Sorry! Did I say that outloud? Oh god." "I... I actually really like it!" "Y-You do?" Both of them were blushing at this point, a bright tomato red. "Yeah! Sounds manly, dontcha think, babe?" "Yeah!" She giggled. Of course it wasn't manly, but it gave her an excuse to call him stupid nicknames more often. "So... are we still gonna watch that documentary?" Kirishima twiddled his thumbs, his face still as red as his hair. "Of course we are, Kiki." She placed a small kiss on his cheek. Little did he know, she had many more nicknames up her sleeve.

Katsuki Bakugou

"Bakubaby, you did it!!!!" She ran up to Bakugou, throwing herself in his arms. Little did she know, Bakugou was standing in complete shock, completely baffled by what she just called him. "I'm so proud of you, Katsuki!! Even if All Might punched the guts right out of you." She giggled and pulled away from Bakugou, placing a kiss on a small bruise on his cheek. It felt unfair to have teachers against students, but at least him and Deku won. That's all she could think. "What the hell did you just call me?" She thought back, tilting her head. "Huh? I just called you Katsuki, do you not-" "No, before that." Her face went bright red. She had so much adrenaline that she called him a stupid nickname. "I..." Katsuki blushed, turning his face away from her. "J-Just don't call me it again, okay, stupid?" He ruffled her hair and walked off, grabbing her hand for her to follow him. What she didn't see though was the slight smile on his face.

Hanta Sero

She put another bandaid on Sero's arm. He was always getting injured and she was the only one in class 1-A who ever had the supplies to do anything about it. She never minded though, especially since Sero was her boyfriend. "Does that feel a little better, boo-boo?" She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb onto his cheek, which would've been romantic if he didn't burst out laughing. She crossed her arms, looking at Sero, who ended up on the floor, nearly in tears. "What's so funny?" "Did you just call me... boo-boo?!" He cracked himself up again and she turned away. "Yes! Do you have a problem with it?" To be honest, she didn't mean to say it, but she couldn't help herself. "No, no," Sero sat up, wiping a tear. "I actually like it. I just wasn't expecting it. Call me stupid stuff like that more often, okay? And uh... thanks for healing me up." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room, leaving her a blushing, smiling mess.

Denki Kaminari

"I don't know... that sounds a little boring." She tilted her head at her computer screen, still thinking of a date idea for her and Kaminari. "Boring?!" Kaminari threw his hands in the air, slumping down on a beanbag. "How does going rollerskating in a park sound boring?!" "I don't know. I would rather do something crazy like skydiving or roller coaster riding. I dunno." "I mean... there's a summer festival coming up if you wanna do that!" "Oh, that sounds like fun! I guess you can be good at planning, huh, Calamari!" She ran up to him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, then getting up to write down their date on her calendar. He giggled, his face going red. "Wait... Calamari? Like the squid?" She turned around getting flustered all of a sudden. "O-Oh... uh... yeah, I... uh-" "No, I like it." Denki walked up to her and hugged her by her waist. "You're cute when you get flustered, you know that?"

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lyranova · 9 months

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Can I ask for a Yamichar oneshot where Charlotte is pregnant and Yami only realizes it after she's telling him, despite his Ki reading?

Hiya anon! Of course you can anon, I love this idea since I can imagine Yami just brushing off her Ki being different to just her not feeling well. But I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it 🥰!

Word Count: 839

Warnings: Pregnancy

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Yami silently made his way back to his home that he shared with Charlotte. She had told him earlier that morning that she was going to be going to see Owen since she hadn’t been feeling too well the past few days, and when Yami asked if she wanted him to come with her but she quickly refused. Yami had found it a little odd but didn’t think much more of it before he went to the Black Bulls Hideout.

Yami had waited for her to come by or to call him on the communication device and tell him what was going on but she never did. He waited and waited, but eventually gave up and figured she would tell him once he got home.

After being lost in his thoughts about what could be wrong he eventually found himself standing in front of his home. He shook his head for a moment to clear his thoughts, he took a deep breath before he placed his hand on the door knob and opened it.

When he walked inside he blinked in confusion.

Their dining table had food on it and a pair of candles in the center. There wasn’t a single light on in the house save for the two candles on the table a few spread out throughout the kitchen and living area. Yami turned as he noticed something move out of the corner of his eyes, he frowned a bit when he saw Charlotte walking out of the kitchen with a tray of food. She jumped for a moment and turned to look at him in surprise.

“ Y-Yami! You’re back early.” Charlotte said with a surprised tone, he frowned a bit.

“ No I’m home when I usually am,” He said in confusion and Charlotte looked at the clock for a moment before nodding.

“ Right of course,” She said softly before she walked over to the table and Yami watched her, his confusion and curiosity growing more and more.

She was acting nervous, Yami didn’t even need to use his Ki to see that. She was doing all of her usual ‘nervous’ habits which worried Yami, maybe what Owen told her was bad news? But if so, then what was with all this fuss?

Yami walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, hoping it would at least calm her nerves somewhat. He felt her relax in his arms and let out a quiet breath.

“ What’s going on Charlotte? Did Owen tell you bad news?” Yami asked softly after the two had stood there quietly for a few moments, Charlotte turned around in his arms and wrapped them around him before smiling and shaking her head.

“ No it’s nothing bad, it’s actually quite the opposite.” She said with a small laugh, she took a deep breath.

“ I was going to wait and tell you over dinner, but I might as well go ahead and get it out of the way now.” She muttered softly before looking up at her husband with warm but confident eyes.

“ I’m pregnant.”

Yami blinked a few times at her words, it was as though they hadn’t registered in his mind yet. He frowned for a second.

“ How…?” He asked, his voice soft yet still confused and Charlotte rolled her eyes.

“ What do you mean ‘how’? You should know by now how babies are made.” She told him, which snapped Yami out of his daze and he looked at her for a moment before he began to laugh.

“ Even I know how babies are made Prickly Princess, that wasn’t what I was saying ‘how’ about!” Yami said between laughter as Charlotte blushed at her own assumptions and at the use of her old nickname.

“ I was saying how didn’t I notice it.” Yami said softly as his laughter slowly died. “ I mean, I should have realized it with my Ki or by your usual habits changing. But instead I just ignored them and put them off…but I should have noticed.” He continued as he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

“ You aren’t the only one who missed the signs, you know,” Charlotte said softly as she hugged him tightly back. “ I should have put it all together myself but I didn’t. We both ignored the most obvious answer.” She added and Yami suddenly leaned down and gave her a gentle but passionate kiss.

Charlotte’s hands moved from around his back and came up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. Just by this kiss alone could she tell all of his emotions; he was happy, excited, maybe a little fearful and anxious. But overall he was happy at the idea of becoming a father, and Charlotte couldn’t help but giggle as his excitement was contagious.

The couple broke apart and Charlotte pointed to all the food Charmy had made for them. They sat down to eat and as they did they began to laugh and talk excitedly about their new future together.

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Thanks for reading, and I hope you all have a lovely day~!

#asks #anon🌟#black clover #black clover oneshot #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #yamichar #yami x charlotte #charlotte x yami #yami sukehiro #sukehiro yami #charlotte roselei #black clover yami #yami black clover #black clover charlotte

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zzhhbloom · 10 months

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[ 10:24 pm ]

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: your parents have planned a birthday party fit for royalty for you, and you're ironically the least happy person in the room. lucky for you, though, you have a best friend who's willing to save you from your own version of a dragon tower.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: bestfriend!ni-ki x gn y/n || best friend au || a bit of fluff :>

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: joking mentions of kidnapping

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~600 words

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: a lot of my fics are more just silly and not so much on the fluff but i have fun writing them nonetheless hehe,,, also let's say this happens in a place that has disneyland and 18 year olds can drive

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

It was your very own 18th birthday celebration and you wanted out.

Of course, you basically had no say in anything for the planning of said party. Your parents, being the attention-loving, high-profile, perfect reputation socialites that they were, took the entire matter off your hands. No matter how many times you asked for your own friends to be invited, or the food menu to be changed to actually match your tastes, they just brushed it all aside. They seemed to think that they were doing you a favor in that planning your own debut party was something you shouldn't have to worry about.

You were really trying to enjoy yourself at least: talking to people you've really only met a handful of times at your parents' business galas, making small talk with their kids who seemed to not even know whose birthday it was or whose house they were standing in. It wasn't that great, admittedly. On the outside, it was a success of a debut party. But to you, it just felt like a prison.

If just one person whom you actually wanted around was here, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Your ringing phone broke you out of your puddle of self-pity. You quietly slipped into a storage closet (you knew all the places with the best chances of privacy by heart) and answered the call.

"You having fun up there?" a voice snarked at the end of the line. Nishimura Riki, one of your best friends, and your parents' favorite acquaintance of yours to criticize. If you had a chance to invite even a single person, it would've been Ni-ki and his silly indescribable antics all the way. Not like they would have ever approved of it, but oh, what you would give to have a laugh right about now.

"Oh, yes, this is the most enjoyable birthday party ever!" you replied in dreamy sing-song. "I know everyone here and the food is amazing~!"

"Oh, okay," Ni-ki began non-chalantly. "I was going to ask if you wanted to leave, but you're obviously having the time of your life, so I'll just go ask Jake if he--"

"Please kidnap me." You begged.

"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes, then."

"Fifteen minutes? Aren't you here already, can't I just go now?"

"I don't know, depends. Are you good with going into dark alleys in uncomfortable party clothes?"

"You know I was joking about the whole kidnapping thing."

A clear laugh from the end of the line that caused you to smile genuinely for the first time that day.

"Just get your ass outside in fifteen, your highness," you roll your eyes at Ni-ki's favorite nickname for you. You peek your head out of the closet and feel slightly guilty to your parents for what you're about to do. Well. Not really.

"Hey! Isn't that my hoodie?" Ni-ki cries indignantly as you approach him and his car waiting outside your gated driveway.

"No, ho," you retort. "It's mine, remember? I was going to give it back but you were all, 'Ew no, rich people stank, just keep it'."

He pondered for a minute before shaking his head. "Never said that, never happened--give it back."

"So, what? You want me to strip right here?"

"Forget it," Ni-ki turned away before you could pull the piece of clothing off your head. "Just get in."

"You still haven't told me where we're going?"

"We're going to Disneyland, your highness."

"Seriously?!"

"No, of course not, the fuck?"

"Aw, c'mon, you know I've never been."

"Your highness has never been to Disneyland, go figure," he starts the car engine. "Also it's like 10pm, doesn't it close soon?"

You hold up your phone screen that says that Disneyland closes at midnight, and he waves you off on the pretense that you're distracting him.

"Alright, so not Disneyland. Where, then?"

Ni-ki paused, as if seriously thinking for the first time about where he was actually going to take you. Then he turns to you, that trademark glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Wanna go stargazing?"

#this is like going nowhere #but it was fun so i did it #y/n is reach asf yea #enhypen #enha fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #riki x reader #enhypen fics #nishimura riki #enha #enha fics #riki fluff #riki x y/n #niki enhypen

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gerrysherry · 3 months

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Moon Knight Comics and Orientalism

Thesis: the early moon knight comics were happier using the various cultures featured there as sets and props for Marc Spector's troubled past as globe trotting mercenary than to actually explore those cultures

This deals mostly with Volume One as I try to ignore everything else besides McKay and Lemire but I do mention Marc Spector: Moon Knight and Max Bemis

Example 1: Raul Bushman

First of all, his name is a literal slur, it's implied it's a nickname by moench and Lemire. But the handbook says that's his surname. ugh

also like I wish comics fleshed out Bushman besides "oh he's evil african warlord and drug dealer who is misogynistic as hell". And like his origin has him like to watch women dance whether it's the widows of the men he's killed or strippers in grimier part of New York (implicitly tying the two in what's both kinda a hot take and also kinda off the mark at once - yeah maybe don't call out misogynists by comparing them to animalistic brown men).

He's apparently from the fictional Domi tribe a fictional country of burunda displaced from indigenous land by Portuguese colonialism and then burunda was overrun by gangs and mercenaries and young Raul decided to join those he couldn't beat.

BUT that's only there in Marvel Handbook.

Like? that would actually make him a foil to Marc on another level. We see Marc's backstory in volume 1 issues 37 and 38 where he sees his family as weak and choosing violence as well. but no Raul's so evil we can't make him sympathetic or even give him an actual real skintone. Gena is in the same comic and looks like an African-American woman with brown skin but he's fucking GREY?!

And then Bemis gave him an eating disorder and was fatphobic about it. Like let him die already and god please give him a backstory backup story. Just for the love of whatever deity you pray to actually research this shit.

Example 2: Yussaf

Yussaf is a guy who pretends to be tour guide so he can kidnap Marlene (Steven's girlfriend) and break into the tomb where Marc died/had a near-death experience.

He's actually with some sort of fringe terrorist group and Marlene dead ass couldn't tell the difference. Marlene is supposed to be an archeologist. It really reeks of "of course he's evil he dresses traditionally arab and has crooked teeth". He also dies from a fall due to his own greed

But I love this issue acknowledges the dance of flowers and why someone named Spector might be unwelcome in this part of Egypt in the late 1980s.

Example 3: Nimrod Strange

Unlike Bushman, Nimrod's blackness is just an aspect of his character but his slayers elite (who are all cultural stereotypes) and his bodyguards who are always skinny girls in bikinis and always in a ratio of one black, one white and one asian woman is..... I get it's supposed to be THIS man's fetish but...like hmmm.

Like there was another comic where white businessmen hired a group of five assassins to kill Moon Knight and one was black and one was asian and it didn't feel too racist (to me at least) but this black guy hires these three guys and they're all brown (one's a caricature of an asian man in a triangular hat another is a caricature of a middle eastern man and the third is a black guy in like a bandana and an earing). Like hmm.

I do like the arc where Marc goes back to Jerusalem and is mourning his friend who is a mossad spy and it's implied so was Marc and by how vehemently he dislikes his friend's handler that did not end well.

Conclusion

As you can see the writers clearly wanted to comment on race and disenfranchisement but often the critiques felt oblique or couched in stereotypes which was most 80s Marvel comics

The show, much as I have my issues with it, is a breath of fresh because it centers around a Latino Jew and his Egyptian almost ex-wife fighting a guy who is the embodiment of color blind cultism and tokenism. Once Steven isn't useful to Harrow anymore and actively threatens his power, Harrow just kills him. Then of course Jake repays him in kind and says the pre-mortem one liner in Spanish as a extra fuck you to Harrow claiming to be multilingual and multicultural

#essay #my writing #moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight 2022 #orientalism #racism #my essays

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lenteur · 4 months

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random thoughts about tell me that you love me, episode ten

(the rest is under the cut because i'm worried about your eyes having to read ALL OF THAT and this post might contain spoilers)

Not even three minutes into the episode and I'm already crying hahaha Life's great!

The fact that ki hyun (jin woo's best friend) fought one of his classmates to defend jin woo is insane. It goes to show how kindness doesn't know any boundary. The classmate's mom forbid her son from hanging out with jin woo because of his disability and ki hyun found it unfair. He chose not the best option but he's a real friend for sticking up for jin woo when no one else does.

I am crying even more now. Jin woo being there for his ki hyun and reassuring him when he needs it the most is proof of how deep their friendship is. I don't think anything or anyone will be able to break it.

Why would you put mo eun's confession back when I still haven't recovered from it? Huh?

{ Seeing jin woo paint on walls is interesting because it seems he only paints in places he knows (?) / places where he felt something strongly. The last time we saw him paint was on the wall of the school where the little girl wanted to study. Now he's in the middle of an area where it seems like a lot of people were evicted from their home. By leaving a trail through his paintings, he wants to commemorate the place/the people he knew. It might be a form of therapy for him? What he can't express with words (even signed), he uses his art to do that.

He uses the nickname dino maybe because he wants to differentiate his "official art" from this very vulnerable and deep form of art. Even though he still puts his all into his art, the paintings on the walls seem even more personal. It's like he puts his all into the paintings.

Or maybe he just wants more people to have access to his art? At least that's what I get from him thinking back on mo eun's words.

Another thing I noticed about jin woo's art is he always draws people with their backs towards the spectator. This might be what he feels on the daily. From the back, he seems "normal" (sorry for using that word). However, if you face him, you'd understand he's deaf. For example, tae ho thought jin woo (who had his back facing tae ho) didn't help him when he was bullied on the bus because he didn't want to. But then, when tae ho actually knew the truth he came to the realization that jin woo is in fact deaf and there was no longer a misunderstanding. From the back, you can't see what people are going through (unless they have a physical wound/disease that changes the way they walk/stand).

He draws people's backs maybe because he wants as many people to identify with the person drawn? }

Seo kyung being curious about jin woo's childhood and how he grew up. She wants to know everything about him. Meanwhile, mo eun lets him confess at his own pace.

Jin woo knows how to cook. He's a keeper mo eun! Wink wink

The way seo kyung handled the rude man was so classy. She didn't raise her voice and calmly explained everything to him. Well done!

Wow, this episode sure gave us a lot to jin woo's backstory. So he went to uni with seo kyung, they fell in love, got into a relationship and then seo kyung broke up with him for an unknown reason. As a result, jin woo decided to disappear for seven years. He lived in the mountain (? not sure though) or was it a container? I should've written it when I watched. Anyway, his container was flooded and he lost all his paintings. Maybe that's why he came back? There's a lot to unpack here. I won't comment on it any further because I do not have the brain to do so.

What is that preview? I'm not sure I'll be ready for the next episode </3

Despite it being a slower episode (compared to the others imo), a lot has happened. I am giving it a 8.5/10

ps: what is in between these { } are just my theories and not facts. seeing jin woo paint once again on a wall made think of all the times he's done so in the past. i just wanted to share my thoughts is all.

#am i a bad person for saying i don't remember what happened in the beginning of this episode?#the memories are coming back little by little #that's why i tend to write these posts #so i can remember what happened in which episode #see you next week for ep 11 :)#random(al) thoughts #kdrama #tell me that you love me

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1863-project · 2 years

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I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm a seiyuu fan, so I also play Pokemas in Japanese voice, because there are so many well-known voice actors and actresses participating! But yes, I really love Yuumataso's performance as Emmet, and I also think the voice perfectly suits like how I imagined it too!

So now, I would like to share some fun facts about Ingo's Pokemon Masters EX seiyuu! I don't have as much knowledge about him as Yuumataso, but I will do my best!

Ingo's Japanese voice actor is Yoshitsugu Matsuoka. People who are familiar with anime, in general, might have at least heard his name. His most well-known role is, as Kirito in Sword Art Online. His second most well-known role is Xiao from Genshin Impact. Another well-known role of his is, as Hanazawa Teruki from Mob Psycho 100. So, yes, Tsugutsugu (his nickname) is an extremely famous Japanese voice actor, and he is particularly known for voicing main characters in anime after his role as Kirito. If you look at his MyAnimeList profile, you'll see that his resume is extremely packed.

However, Tsugutsugu is not an active singer. He did character songs here and there, but he doesn't make singles or music videos like Yuumataso did. So, it's a little tricky to look for his songs on YouTube.

Pokemon Masters EX is not the only franchise where Matsuoka Yoshitsugu and Yuuma Uchida participated together. The aforementioned The Idolmaster SideM and Yowamushi Pedal are two other series where they're in the same show!

Here are some character songs that Tsugutsugu sang:

Sword & Soul (Kirito's character song): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6t1BvzX8MEI

Therese's Sigh (E-ki from Shuuen no Shiori's character song): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LxBro65ZL8

LOVE iLLUSiON (This is such a fun character song, Tsugutsugu really flexed his voice range here): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAx9xlsnzwE

As a bonus, here's Matsuoka Yoshitsugu and Yuuma Uchida together on their collaboration YouTube channel, talking about their seiyuu profile photo (and how they kinda look like twins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7wBBV1SpFg

Tsugutsugu, despite being one of the most famous seiyuu, is also known to be pretty anxious when speaking on stage to many people, you can see it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHp0FF18dW0

All right, sorry that this ended up being long (again)! Hopefully, this is the last time! Thank you for your time, and hope you have a great day ahead!

It's perfectly fine to do long posts - people do love reading this stuff, myself included, so no need to apologize! Thank you for this!

I had to go and check because I love Yowapeda (I got back into cycling for myself because of it, and my bike is named Jinpachi after Toudou), and I was delighted to see that Tsugutsugu voiced Aoyagi, who is adorable! And Yuumataso was Shinkai's younger brother Yuuto, who is also wonderful! I love finding out people whose work I enjoy were in other things I love.

Thank you again, and feel free to infodump anytime! I'm always so glad when people share what they love!

#replies #books-are-my-life-stuff #Pokemon #Submas

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poured-my-past-down-the-drain · 4 days

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I dont know what hypocrite means but dad's definitely that >:))) awww okay :((( i didnt want to kis aneeone anyway but its not fun being told no :(

oh :O so is wilber my grandpa too? :D I have so many grandpas I need different names for them :(

hmmmm okay >:)

oh okay :D! dont be meen to wilber because she crys a lot I think D:

:D yayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! now grandpa better think of you >:(((( <3333

—michael

It’s someone who says not to do one thing, but then does it themselves 😇

Well 😃 uh. Wilbur is. Not allowed near children, so I wouldn’t say it’s your grandparent. Nor is he married to Q yet. But if you wanted to give her a nickname you surely could <3

It is how we show love 😊 never— or, um. At least rarely, actively malicious. Just annoying each other <3

hehehehehehehe 🥰🥰🥰 if you insist, Michael :)

#dsmp tommy #rp blog #mentions tubbo #mentions wilbur #mentions ranboo #mentions quackity #mentions glatt #mentions schlatt #mentions michael

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rekarra · 2 years

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Brain Break #31

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: NSFW-ish

Genre: Crack? Smut?

Word Count: 2466

Warnings: Dummies being dummies, a little somnophilia- but like, they were both asleep when things happen, but they both wake up before anything serious happens.

Author’s Note: Listen, I am a Tae stan, but I have A LOT of feelings about Jungkook. Don't touch me.

My Masterlist

Of course, you had to share a room with him. Of course, there was only one bed. Why couldn’t your life be simple and normal?

But nnnoooo.

Your life had to be a fucking romance book trope. Right down to the crush you’d developed on your childhood best friend, who you now had to share this god-forsaken hotel room. Served you right for not having the forethought to actually book a room when you'd booked the flight. No, you just had to leave your sleeping arrangements up to fate on this trip.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Standing in shock at the predicament you’d gotten the both of you into, you could feel the heat of embarrassment warm your cheeks as you heard Jungkook walk through the door. Why did he have to look like that as he carried your combined luggage? Why did he have to grow into someone who looked like he should be on the cover of GQ? And why did he have to do it all wearing a thin white shirt and gray sweatpants?!

A shake of your head cleared the unholy thoughts that started to form in your mind, you had the good graces to at least feign bashfulness when he looked around the small hotel room he’d have to share with you. Watching the way his grip tightened on the handles of the duffle bags he carried, you couldn’t help letting your eyes drift over how the muscles of his arms flexed, tattoos on full display as he sat the bags on the dresser.

“Well, we’ve definitely been in worse places.” Jungkook chuckled wryly, your heart sinking into your stomach.

Fucking get it together. Sharing a room with him is NOT a good idea.

Burying your face in your hands with a groan, you turned away from him, an attempt to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed your hands down your cheeks before whirling to deal with him again, a more than obviously fake smile plastered across your mouth. “It’s fine. This is fine. I’ll just go down to the front desk and see if there's another room.” Even to you, your voice sounded too chipper.

“Funny, it doesn’t look like the room is on fire,” Jungkook chuckled, real laughter this time.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “You can’t just go around speaking in memes, Kook.”

“Hmmm,” He placed his hand on his chin, thumb rubbing across it as though he were actually using any of the presumed brain cells in his head. “Pretty sure I can.”

A frustrated sound left your throat before you put your legs in motion, attempting to walk past the idiot so you could go down and talk to the front desk. You came to halt as said idiot grabbed your wrist, holding you in place.

“Oh, come on, Nugget. It’ll be okay,” You cringed at the childhood nickname Jungkook couldn’t seem to let go of. As if eating 30 chicken nuggets in one sitting wasn’t something he did on the daily now. You’d been thirteen and had skipped lunch before band rehearsal. By the time he’d gotten done with baseball practice, that you had waited through without complaint, you would have traded your most prized position for even a single nugget.

Oblivious to how you reacted to the name, Jungkook pulled you to him, his arms wrapping around you in a sort of bear hug. He trapped your arms to your sides with his own, his large body radiating heat against your back as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "I'll just sleep on the floor or in the tub." He laughed quietly, his breath fanning against your ear and cheek as he spoke.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down had been a bad idea with him so close. Underneath his cologne and the scent of clean laundry was something unmistakably Jungkook. That smell with so many memories tied to it. Memories of when you first met him in third grade and he’d been the new kid in school, of climbing trees during summer breaks, of safety when things would get bad at home and you’d run to his house, his family always welcoming you with open arms. And lately, it seemed that scent had a direct line to your libido.

Clearing your throat, you regained your composure as you pulled away from him, your duffle bag now the most interesting thing in the room. “Fine,” You stated, beginning to pull your clothes out. “We’ll keep this room,” You could feel Jungkook bounce on his toes with excitement that had you smiling. “For tonight.” You continued, looking back at him as his shoulders drooped. The corner of your mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Can’t have my little Kookie waking up with his back thrown out all because he thought sleeping in the bathtub, of all places.”

Jungkook’s face contorted in an unhinged expression over the pet name, nose wrinkling as his top lip raised. Unable to stop the giggle that rose from your throat, you gave in, laughing with your whole body at him. See, not so nice to have a stupid nickname, you thought at him. Scrunching your face up over how cute he could be, you tapped the end of his nose with the tip of your finger before turning back to finish unpacking. “Let’s go eat,” You said, having put the last of your clothes away. “I’m fucking starving, so I know you’re hungry.”

“Hey! The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook gave all the appearance of indignation.

“You know exactly what I mean. How much ramen did you eat that one night? Six packets?” Folding your arms over your chest, lifting an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, but like, there was a dare involved and you know I can’t back down from a dare. A dare’s a dare” He whined.

“Whatever,” You replied, grabbing the clothes you’d left out to get changed into. A quick glance between the outfit you’d picked up and Jungkook, you cleared your throat. “Do you think you could like… I don’t know, leave so I can change?”

Jungkook huffed, “Geeze, first you get a room that I can’t sleep in and now you want to kick me out of it? Woooow…”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you felt the headache coming. You needed to eat, and in order to do that, you had to change. That couldn’t happen with him here. “Look, just go to the bathroom or something.”

“Banishing me to my room already, I see.” He whined that stupid smile that showed his front teeth off stretched across his stupidly good-looking face. It was enough to make you want to either throw something at him or throw him on the bed.

Pressing your fingers into your eyes, you mentally counted down from ten before speaking slowly. “Jungkook, please. I’m hungry.” You put more emphasis on that last word, hoping that he’d get it through his skull that you were on the verge of hanger.

Looking up, you watched him put his hands in front of his body, a joking defensive gesture. “Fine, fine, I’ll just go to the bathroom. You know, check out my bed. Make sure the water gets hot. No need to get all mean to me, Nugget.”

Clenching your jaw, you watched him walk into the bathroom. You didn’t start changing until you heard the door lock then quickly ditched what you’d had on for something a little more put together, but still comfortable.

Talking a little louder than normal, you let him know he could come out as you were putting your boots on. Hearing the door open, then silence, you looked up as soon as you’d finished lacing the black leather.

Baby fawns caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck had nothing on Jungkook. His eyes were so large and unblinking that he appeared to not have eyelids at all, his mouth gaped open, head tilted to the side. Narrowing your own eyes, you snapped your fingers at him. “Hello? Earth to Jungkook. Come in, space cadet.”

Shaking his head in much the same manner you had earlier, you watched as the synapses in his brain started firing again as he rapidly blinked his eyes. “Right,” Jungkook cleared his throat. “Guess I should get changed too.” He said, looking down at his attire as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Turning to head into the bathroom he’d just vacated, you took this time to try and slow your rapidly beating heart. That look couldn’t have meant anything, right? It certainly couldn’t have meant what your imagination wanted it to mean. Giving yourself a quick look in the harsh light of the mirror, you shrugged your shoulders. Good enough, you thought. Not like you needed to impress anyone. This was meant to be a relaxing vacation, which was something that couldn’t start until Jungkook was safely in his own room. Hearing what had to be the same muffled tone he’d heard earlier, you sighed before hyping yourself up. We can do this. It’ll be fine.

Nothing would have ever prepared you for what you saw as you entered the room. Jungkook was still pulling his shirt over his head, giving you an uninterrupted view of how broad his shoulders have become. Guess your little Kookie wasn’t so little anymore. As he turned, you averted your eyes, hoping he would be able to see how warm your cheeks had become. Still, you couldn’t help sneaking careful glances at his toned stomach and narrow hips. A defeated sigh left you.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jungkook asked as he took you in.

“Nothing,” You said a little too quickly. “Just hungry and I’m stuck here, waiting on your slow ass.”

Pulling his shirt down where it belonged, he hastily threw his shoes on, standing before you. “This okay?” He lifted his brows, the flash from the jewelry in the one twinkling in the light as he looked for your approval.

“F-Fine.” Cringing inwardly as your voice cracked, you turned on your heel, making your way to the door, trying your best to focus on food. Everything would be better once you ate, you hoped.

Dinner was uneventful, the both of you feeling full and tired as you finished your meal. Checking your watch, you thanked yourself silently for having booked your flight so you arrived later in the afternoon, allowing you to be able to sleep through the jet lag and get you on a normal schedule.

“Ready to head back?” Jungkook asked through a yawn.

Nodding, you stood, leading the way out.

Back in your shared room, still stupid, you thought to yourself, you flopped down on the bed. Hearing Jungkook move around the room, you felt a tug on the blanket you were currently spread out on, whining before you rolled over, letting him pull it from the bed.

“Okay,” He said, voice a little small. “Guess I’ll sleep on the floor?”

You nodded, already feeling tiredness drag you under. Moving so at least you’d have a pillow under your head, you curled up, fighting for a second to get your body under the covers before sleep claimed you.

In what had felt like only a few seconds, the mattress dipped down next to you. An angry whine left your lip as you cracked your eyes open, seeing Jungkook right in front of you as he climbed onto the bed beside you.

“Kook, what are you doing?” You mumbled.

“Shhh.” He whispered, and even in the dark, you could see his bright smile through your slitted eyes. He lifted the blankets you’d been under. “Just gonna scooch in here real quick, pardon me.” A heartbeat of silence that almost had you back to sleep, “We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

Groaning, you ripped the pillow from under your head, launching it in the direction you’d heard his voice. “I swear on everything you hold dear if you don’t shut up…”

A soft ‘oof’ came from somewhere beside you before a soft chuckle. “Go back to sleep.” He said in a whisper that you barely heard, sleep already pulling you back under.

It was hot. So hot. You whimpered, grinding your hips into the hard surface wedged between your legs, your brain focused on the sole thought that if you could just keep going, you’d cool off. A little shift and your sensitive core rubbed in just the right way to have you moaning. Just a little more. The echoing moan to yours wasn’t supposed to be there. It was enough to have your mind reeling, wondering how you could make it happen again. Repeating the motion, you were rewarded with the same sound. And it was still too hot.

Blinking your eyes, the overly hot feeling followed from your dream as you started to wake up. The suffocating heat was the first thing you noticed in the pitch-black room. You tried getting your bearings, but a weight across your middle pinned you down to the bed. The realization of where you were and who you were with hit you. Feeling his thigh slotted between your legs, the dampness from your sex soaking through your underwear, you started to panic. Your eyes finally focusing on the half-lidded ones staring back at you, a shift of his hips pressed his arousal into your thigh.

“Don't stop,” He whispered, breaking the silence of the dark. With a jolt, you tried to untangle your limbs from him but were only met by his strong arms holding you in place, his fingers pressing against your back. “Please.” You could hear the desperation in his voice, mirroring the one that was in your head. It would be so easy to just…

Quickly shaking your head, you looked back into his stupid, sparkling eyes, a soft inhale of breath. “Jungkook?” You questioned, hesitantly.

“Please. I’ve been thinking about this for so long. You have to know how I feel about you.” He spoke softly into the quiet space between the two of you.

Releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you looked away from how he looked back at you, placing a hand against his chest, pushing slightly. “Things will be different.”

“Don't care,” He mumbled with a pout. “We’ll figure it out.”

He looked determined and, much like with everything else the two of you have been through, you knew you’d both be okay. Leaning in, you gently placed your lips against his, feeling the small smile as he sighed, pulling you closer as your hand gently cupped his cheek. You allowed your body to relax against him. He was still Jungkook. Still your Kookie. But maybe now, he could actually be yours.

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hongnanglen-arina · 3 years

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ASMR | Kwon Soonyoung/Hoshi

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoshi x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi there! Before my angsty Shua fic will drop, have this one first hehe. As always, English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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Your ASMR blog was well known. It was your hobby.

At least twice a week there was an update for your followers.

If people were asked about ASMR, they would think of mukbang first, right?

But your blog offered a different kind of ASMR.

No one knew who you were in reality except your closest friends. And of course, your boyfriend.

There was never a video. Just sound. Of you having fun.

Getting out of the shower, all nice and clean was the best feeling. Or was it to reach your orgasm after a long denial? You stopped midway to your bedroom, coke in one hand as you cocked your head to the side, not sure which one was better. There were often such dialogues going on in your head. It just showed you how crazy your mind was. Not only did you look sweet and innocent to everyone who didn’t know you and saw you on the street but deep inside you were a kinky little vixen which your friends and boyfriend knew.

You took a big gulp of your drink and hummed happily. Your boyfriend should arrive at any minute. Today was another special schedule for your blog.

When you sat down in front of your laptop, you opened your blog. After stating it, you’ve gotten a lot of followers. Some even called themselves fans. It always made you giggle. How could anyone be a fan of just a voice? Because no one had ever seen your face nor real name on the internet. For you it was funny especially reading that they used your audio recordings for other purposes. Dirty purposes.

You loved to scroll through the comment section of your blog. Reading all those filthy confessions often turned you on for another recording. Also it gave you a boost in confidence.

Speaking of your recordings. The audio files that you uploaded on your site were recordings of you pleasuring yourself. Moaning into the microphone or cursing how good it felt. There were never names, long dialogues or any other interactions with the people you uploaded it for.

Since you’ve started, you had a total of 86 files online and over 40 saved on your hard drive that you still had to edit. Why you were doing it? Maybe for the kick. The fact to know that people would hear how you were climbing up the ladder to your orgasm really heightened the pleasure. And it satisfied you a lot, every time you read the comments cheering you on.

The day you uploaded a file of you and your boyfriend having sex, your blog nearly exploded. The reason why he was included was because he just lost a bet at a party with your friends. Everyone was already drunk when a table tennis session began and Soonyoung was more than sure to win against Jun. If Jun had lost, he had to run down the street in the middle of the night, naked and meowing loudly. But as much as you would have loved to see that happening, your boyfriend Soonyoung lost, making him automatically the next special surprise on your blog.

Yes, your best friends knew about your hobby. Some had listened to your recordings and at the beginning your friendship was a little strange. Especially with Minghao, who was forced to listen when his roommate started one of the files. He always avoided eye contact with you but when you got together with Soonyoung, it slowly became better. And now, almost a year later, they all had gotten used to it and even made fun about your blog from time to time or teased you. But better like this than being confronted with a shy and awkward Minghao again.

Yesterday you announced the special surprise what you were going to record today and promised the file to be up by next sunday. And as always with your couple recordings, the comment section went wild. Some of them gave Soonyoung the nickname ‘tiger’ because sometimes he would make similar noises all of a sudden. He gave that nickname his approval and you knew how much he loved it as he called himself like that ever since.

You giggled at the comments while you were waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

- The return of the tiger! Raise your hands y’all!!

- He should be in it more often. God he sounds so fucking hot!

- Hearing you two together is so filthy. I love it!!

- Can he tease you until you are a mess again and beg?

- Can’t wait for his raspy rawwwwrrrs hehe (;

- How about you edge him this time??? Pretty please?

Hearing the keys, you quickly got up and ran towards the door to see Soonyoung standing there dressed in all black, pushing his shoes to the side with one foot and taking off his black snapback. Biting your lower lip, you hissed softly, locking eyes with him.

“Okay, damn.. you look hot.”

“When don’t I?”

You snorted playfully but made your way closer to him anyways, immediately being pulled in a deep kiss. One hand held you close against his chest while the other squeezed your ass, you felt him smirk against your lips. “Hope my little kitten is ready for her tiger.” The grip on his leather jacket tightened when his teeth grazed your neck, sucking your sensitive spot just below your ear. “Always,” you sighted with closed eyes.

“Good.” He pulled back, licking his lips as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

Following him, he made you sit on the bed as he opened the recording program on your laptop. In the past, he often made it for you so he knew where to click. Adjusting the microphone beside the bed, he made sure that it was working before joining you.

You saw the red light on your microphone and smiled at him approvingly, giving him a quick kiss as a reward. When you are about to pull away, he grabbed your hip and held you in place, connecting your lips with his again. Effortless his tongue slipped past through your teeth as you gasped, his hand massaging your exposed thigh.

Actually, your plan was to tease him first and then to make him lose his mind while he’s tied up on your bed but the way your boyfriend was kissing you right now made you weak and unable to stick to your previous plan. His musky perfume filled your senses, combined with his tongue dancing with yours, it made you breathless. He was needy and so were you.

Pushing him back against the headboard, he looked at you, mouth open and chest heaving slightly, eyes hooded. You smiled and removed the leather jacket and black turtle neck, leaving his dark hair messy and in this very moment he looked adorable to you if it wasn’t for his eyes which gave you a lustful gaze. Leaving your eyes roam over his exposed chest and abs, you asked yourself how you had survived all those years without your boyfriend.

You were on your knees in front of him, dressed in a short silky negligee. Soonyoung groaned at the sight of you. “Help me out of my pants and sit on my lap, baby.” Your eyes widened and you automatically covered his lips with your hand but he only lifted one eye brow and shrugged. Normally you wouldn’t give long commands like this but that meant you may have to cut it out of the recording later. Or not. Doing what you were told, your fingers opened his denim jeans and pulled them off his legs.

A shuffling of the blankets can be heard and you sat down on his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you sink down, feeling his warmth against your core. You felt the urge to move but you wanted to get your approval first. Normally you were more the submissive type of girl in the relationship with Soonyoung but once in a while he would gave you the control. Today didn’t seem like this when his hands were back on your hips, making you move back and forth on him.

“O-ohh..” was all you said, staggered and weak, feeling his clothed cock rub against the thin fabrics of your already wet panties. Continuing on moving on him, you kept eye contact with your boyfriend whose lifted one hand to brush lovingly over your cheek, mouthing ‘i love you’. You smiled and silently said it back before leaning in to kiss him again.

One thing you loved a lot during foreplay was when Soonyoung massaged your ass. How he roughly kneaded the flesh and spread the cheeks, causing your folds to spread as well. And the feeling of them being slick and sticky while he would do that, turned you on. On top of that you were sitting on his lap at the moment, riding him, knowing too well that with each passing second, your juice would soak his underwear more and more.

Holding your face in place, his kisses went from the corner of your mouth to your blushed cheek, further to your earlobe and lower to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere his mouth would reach, sometimes sucking softly at the spots he knew you liked, resulting him to receive moans from his girlfriend. He wanted your reactions to be louder. Not only for the recording but also for himself. He just needed the confirmation that he was doing the right thing. While Soonyoung bit down on your shoulder, his hand left your face and before you could ask, his thumb hook under the strap of your negligee, letting it slid down your arm and exposing your breast. He placed his hand on your mound and started kneading it.

Gasping, your hands found his hair and while your hips were still rocking back and forth on him, you tugged at his strands, causing him to let out a low groan. You felt his fingertips pinch your nipple and you arched your back, asking for more as your chest pushed into his hand. Soonyoung smirked against your collarbone and without a warning, he smacked your ass, filling the room with a loud sound and followed by your surprised yelp.

You had to stop yourself from saying your boyfriend’s name out loud. Soonyoung noticed it and chuckled before grabbing the hem of your soft gown and pulling it over your head. The moment the cold room temperature made contact with your heated body, a cold shiver ran down your spine and Soonyoung watched how your nipples slowly hardened at the cold air. Carefully taking one of your arms, he kissed over your goosebumps, his eyes telling you that you won’t feel cold much longer and you gave him a nod.

He motioned you to get up so that you two could remove the last piece of clothes on your bodies. Once it was done, you got a condom from the night stand but when you started to rip it open, you heard your boyfriend make a disapproving noise. “Uh uh….” pointing at his lap, he wanted you to sit down again. Without aligning himself, you got into your previous position and moved your hips again but now the feeling was more intense without the fabrics in the way. Letting your wet folds spread your juice along his erect cock felt amazing.

Faint curses left both of your lips as his grip on your ass tighten, spreading your cheeks again and with every motion, you felt your clit rub delicately against his pelvis. While your body shivered with pleasure, Soonyoung enjoyed the view you were offering his dark eyes. He could watch you like this all the time and he really loved the soft mewls you made for him.

Whenever he was alone at his home and felt horny, he would open your blog on his phone and listen to one of your recordings as he would pump himself. He saved two of you getting off with a vibrator. Those recordings were gold in his opinion because the microphone seemed right beside your mouth so the sound from the toy wasn’t too loud and he could enjoy your moans to the fullest. Although those recordings would often be very short because of course you knew the best where to stimulate to get off. And if you reached your orgasm fast, he knew how horny you were since you were bad in edging yourself. You were too weak. Whenever you wanted something, you wanted it as soon as possible. The only person who could tease you and still hear a sincere ‘I love you’ afterwards was him. Only him.

With another smack on your ass, his hands found their way to your chest, now massaging your breasts with both hands and connecting your mouthes again. Taking your lower lip between his teeth, he groaned lowly, heightening your arousal even more.

“Ahh… baby….” you whined as you wanted more, still thinking of the condom beside your leg that was halfway ripped open. Soonyoung didn’t have to ask because he knew exactly what you wanted. Even though he wanted to tease you more, he felt a little impatient himself so he took the foil package and ripped it open.

Hearing it, you automatically stopped and lifted yourself so he could put the condom on. Seeing him do that, your mouth watered. You felt thankful that Soonyoung chose not to tease you today. You wanted to feel the delicious stretch and now you could finally get it.

“Get it, kitten.” He licked his lip while pumping himself, waiting for you to move and sink down on him. You didn’t need another word from him as you quickly moved and shuddered when the tip of his cock nudged your entrance, holding tightly onto his shoulders. You swallowed thickly before moving a little lower, feeling the head push in and out a little. It was like an unspoken ritual between the two of you. A little taste of what was to come. After a couple of seconds, you finally sank down on him with a high pitched gasp. Soonyoung let his head rest on the headboard, his neck on full display for you as you saw his adam’s apple bob up and down. He tried his best to suppress his swearings. No matter how often you two fucked each other, he would never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of your bodies being intertwined. Connected in the best way possible.

He couldn’t explain how you would still be this tight even after your longest session of 3 hours a year ago. Long teasing, long edging, the roles switched several times, there was the use of different toys, even a bigger dildo than his size but your walls would still swallow his cock the same way it did when you two had your first time.

After adjusting to him, you started riding him, switching from jumping up and down and rocking back and forth whenever your thighs started to burn. You put your hands on his chest and slowly scratched over it with your fingernails, causing him to snap his head and look at you with such a dark expression that you could have come right then and there. His eyes were half covered with his bangs as his eyes traveled lower to your breasts, leaning forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and immediately sucking at it harshly, making you moan and wrapping your arms around his head. His other hand was pinching your other nipple and you had a difficult time to keep your rhythm.

You felt your sensitive nub rub against Soonyoung’s pelvis and the familiar fire became stronger. “F-fuck… just like that.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice. It was much higher. And then again, originally you wanted to have control today. You would agree instantly if anyone would ask you if you were sex addicted. Because sex with Soonyoung was the best you’ve ever had. He always made sure that you felt the same pleasure as him. That you would come the same amount as him or even more often. He wasn’t selfish at all and loved to make you feel good.

He bit down on your mound, making you whine surprised when suddenly he flipped you over so he was now hovering over you, smirking down. His lustful gaze made you instinctually press your thighs together to feel some friction but you couldn’t since his legs were between them. Carefully taking your hands and placing them above your head, he held them secure with one arm as he slowly pushed inside of you again. Your moans were swallowed in a heated kiss, Soonyoung didn’t waste any time because he instantly moved in and out if you, giving the penetration you needed and could never do the same when you were on top. It was less friction on your clit but when he wanted, he would hit that specific spot deep within that made you see stars. But for that, he had to thrust upwards a little.

The room was filled with noises of skin smacking against skin, your whines and his low moans. Also the bed which was slightly squeaking with every hard thrust. His cock slid in and out of your warm walls like the missing piece of a jigsaw. He fit perfectly and knew how to make you lose your mind. 2 years ago he told you that he could make you come without moving inside of you and he succeeded. First you were laughing over his words but when he continued to whisper filthy things in your ear, you got more and more aroused until you came with a high pitched scream of his name. He owned such power over you.

The moment you heard him growl like a tiger, you felt his teeth sink down on your neck and with a broken yelp, you arched your back, causing him to hit your g-spot with his next thrust and you choked on your own spit, not knowing if you wanted to get away or more of it. It felt too much to handle but at the same time you wanted more. His tongue licked over the bite mark, soothing the sting before sucking at another spot. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and so was his. Soonyoung’s hips kept snapping against you, resulting in your moans rising in pitch. “You… feel so good…” he breathed hotly against your skin as he thrusted upwards, now without a break, over and over.

You gasped loudly and absentmindedly fought against his grip on your wrists, feeling the tension getting stronger. Your orgasm was close. Squeezing your eyes shut, your thighs started to shake while your boyfriend still fucked you hard and deep, chasing his own release. The way your walls literally sucked in his cock and how your legs were trembling made Soonyoung more than proud. That was his girl. His pretty little vixen.

Getting onto his knees, he grabbed your hips and fucked you in such a force, you had to silence your screams against the back of your hand which was secured over your mouth, your knuckles turning white as your other hand nearly ripped your sheets. Right before Soonyoung came, he licked his thumb and placed it on your clit, giving you the final stimulation before you two came almost at the same time, your walls milking him relentlessly. He felt how more and more cum filled the condom he was wearing, his abs twitching with every squirt.

Your legs couldn’t stop shaking even when Soonyoung slowed down his movements until he came to a halt. You both tried to catch your breaths, unable to speak. Neither of you moved for a while until he carefully pulled out of you, rubbing soothing circles over your hip. A soft shine left your lips when you felt empty again.

Your boyfriend rolled on his back beside you, a satisfied expression on his face. It took you a moment until your breathing was almost normal again and you felt the black haired boy next to you shift, making you open your eyes and look at him. He softly covered your arm with kisses until he reached your shoulder and nuzzled his face cutely against it like a cat. “It was amazing. It always is with you.”

Making a kissing face, he understood and gave you one. When your lips separated, your two smiled at each other. You loved him with every fibre in your body. The sweaty hair that was sticking at his face didn’t make him less attractive, instead it made Soonyoung even sexier.

Shaking you out of your lovey-dovey thoughts, he cocked his head to the microphone and you made an understanding noise. Slowly getting up as your legs and core were still sore.

You turned off the recording program and watched how the red light slowly faded. Soonyoung was propped on his elbows, his eyes on his softening cock. “You told me before that it’s addictive to update your blog and I have to agree. It’s like having sex in public but at the same time, it isn’t. Although….” He poked his cock, his finger touching the white fluid outside and inside the condom. “I wouldn’t mind, trying that out one day.” He looked at your back when you turned around to face him, a mischievous smile on your still swollen lips. “Me neither.”

Soonyoung clicked his tongue and winked at you, making you giggle. “Next time?”

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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in honor of kit's birthday, why not a quick little kit smut?

starts off as a little fluff lol

warnings: smut, penetration, fingering, oral sex, just regular smut

song insp: courtship dating and affection both by crystal castles

ight so boom.

"Come on! Slow down flash." Kit yells from the other side of the asylum caf trying his best to catch up to your incredible speed. Kit and you were inseparable, no matter how many times the nuns tried seperating you guys, you'd always find a way to hang out or at least see eachother.

Playing tag was your favorite game to play since it didn't require a board game with boring little pieces or any difficult rules. "Ok! I'll give you a headstart! Only 5 seconds!" you yell back causing a little disruption. Kit speed walks towards you not wanting to run anymore.

You giggle at the sight of Kit completely out of breath infront of you as he tapped on you, causing him to giggle along with you pausing suddenly taking a second to admire the beauty he had infront of him. The eye contact you both held brought nothing but butterflies, rising your need to have his soft plump lips against yours, but you dont dare make a move preventing any sort of punishments coming from Sister Jude.

Kit grabs your hand signaling you to sit down alongside him by the window which seemed nearly empty from the patients hating the sunlight. "Hey, I have a plan.. Its risky but we can have some alone time?" Kit whispers feeling the tension you two imprisoned. Taking his hand into yours you whisper back "What's on your mind baby?". Kit plans "Well, we go back to our prison cells at 9:00 pm. Jude usually leans around till 9:30 pm. We were the only ones who ate today's toasts. Lets say we got immensely sick hey? Get our "medical help" and meet by the girl's bathroom. Whatcha think?"

You were totally down for Kit's quickie plan but were terribly scared of getting caught. Knowing the result will be awful you honestly respond with "I dunno Kit. Its very risky. But I'll do it!"

"Shh"

"Shit sorry. Only if you're staying by my side though."

"Im not leaving you alone Y/N.. We're inseparable my love, dont ever forget that. "

All of the patients were escorted to their cells for their bedtime. As soon as you hear the hourly beep for 9:00 pm you keep track of time for 30 minutes. Focusing on every minute to second that passes by from the top of your head you prepare for your act, knowing that Kit is more then ready. You soon hear familiar deep coughs from the right side of your cell, knowing it was time. As you begin coughing harshly you hear keys jingling down the hallway unlocking a cell. Knowing you were next you continue coughing almost making yourself throw up.

"Y/N! What is going on in there?!" You hear a familiar feminine voice question in concern. "I- I can't breath! My stomach is killing me!" you continue your act, pretty impressed in yourself. The lady opens your cell and your heart automatically skips a beat at the sight of your lover alongside the nun, smirking slightly in between coughs.

Each step you took down the soundless hallway to the nurses was raising your heartbeat by the second not losing the tension Kit's aurora gave you.

When you all arrived at the nurses office and sit down for a few seconds, Nurse decides to break the silence. What the hell is wrong with you two? It's literally bedtime." she questions in annoyance. You silently chuckle hearing the word "hell" come out of a nun's lips. "I don't know, I suddenly wasn't able to breath properly and my stomach started hurting really bad." Kit says in "pain" mimicing your words. "And you?" the nurse asks pointing at you with her black pen decorated with a little cross. "I feel the same way. All I ate was the buttered toast, I dont usually feel like this." You add the fact that you ate the toast to make your lie far more believable. "I ate the toast too. It seemed like nobody wanted them so I gave it a try." Kit adds, completing the perfect lie.

"Second time this week the chefs' failed once again at their job. I apologize on their behalf.. I'll get you some pain relieving pills. Give me a sec." The nun apologizes heading to the big creaky door towards the basement where all medications were in storage.

I look over at Kit nerviously, who's sitting on the patient bed, uncuffed surprisingly. He seemed so excited and just overall ready to destroy your guts. "Aren't we going?" you ask perplexed to the fact he's just sitting there smiling not moving a muscle. "Escape rules 101: Leave five seconds after your kidnapper, or you'll get caught. Boom!" You giggle at his words aware he made it all up, still taking it into advice though. "Five, four, three, two.. one! Run Y/N runnn!" he insists.

Kit grabs your hand soft but steady as he drags you down another hallway towards the girl's bathroom. Warm air kissing the both of your faces as you glide down hallway to hallway with your favorite person in hand, smiling and giggling, pure ecstasy and excitements on your faces, as you arrive at your destination.

"Check if the stalls are empty on your left im checking on my right, babe" you smile at the sudden nickname Kit had put on you and proceeded to follow his commands giving him a quick thumbs up from the other side of the bathroom signaling him that the coast was clear, he does the same.

You choose the stall furthest from the door pulling Kit in with you locking it immediately "So now what?" Kit teases almost as if he were to be taunting you, acknowledging your need through your eyes. "You tell me." you attempt to tease back. "What if I show you?" he whispers, leaning into your neck. "Show me then.." you whisper back suddenly gasping at the sudden touch of Kit's delicate pink lips against your neck. His soft kissing, licking and sucking against your neck making your core wet by the second. Becoming stressed from his soft teasing you grab his jaw gentley, leading his lips to your own.

As you two kiss passionately you feel his tongue silently asking for enterance which you allow, the makeout now becoming intense. You feel his hands suddenly lifting your gown, sliding your underwear to the side, looking you in the eye with question for consent which you also allow. Kit begins rubbing your wetness delicately as he slowly inserts a finger inside making you whimper in pleasure grabbing onto his strong masculine shoulders. With now two fingers in your core, you begin jacking off Kit through his well fitted sweats producing a light angelic moan to fall out of his lips. You decide to quickly undress him teasing his member devilishly.

"Now you'll have to finish what you started gorgeous." Kit whispers reffering to your teasing on his. You drop down to your knees slowly tracing your fingers down his body, stopping right below his belly button making him groan deeply in need. "So needy for me, baby" you tease as you suck his member whole causing him to grip your thick hair for support. The combination of your moans vibrating on his now soaked member and your massaging on his balls, made his release speed up more then ever.

"Im cl- close Y/N.. You're doing such a good job for me" he praises while nutting in your mouth which you swallow quickly, avoiding the slight bitter taste. Kit picks you up with no notice and leans you against the stall you both shared slowly sliding his member past your submerged folds. You moan instantly at the feeling of Kit's cock filling you up completely hitting your g-spot everytime. You're both breathlesss in the moment, your loud moans echoing through the flickering lights of the bathroom, holding onto his shoulders for support your arms wrapped around his muscular sweaty waist.

"F-fuck Kit. Im cu-.." not being able to finish your words due to the amazing sensation you were feeling on your core, you feel instantly empty as Kit pulls out of you to finish your high with his mouth.

Kit tongue fucks you, and licks between your folds to finally sucking on your clit liberating your release in his mouth which he sucks up every drop of. Your body collapses onto his still trying to process the intense moment you both divided.

"I love you, Y/N" Kit lovingly says while lookin down at you with innocent eyes. "I love you too, Ki-"

Getting brutally interrupted you hear screaming "Where the hell are you two!" you both hear the nurse, footsteps running up and down the hallways. You quickly get dressed and kiss Kit your goodbyes as he flies past the huge door into the boys' bathroom which luckily was right next to the girls'.

"I-Im here!" you manage to scream back, sticking two fingers down your throat forcing yourself to throw up. "I just got really sick and needed to throw up, sorry." you apologize looking up at the lady who's eyes were boiling in anger. You were pretty sweaty, hair tousled, and hands were shaky. Made your lie pretty believable. "Where's kit?" nurse asks calmly this time now that she's found you. "Im not too sure I think he ran to the boys' room, he got really red and well ran out, seemed sick also." You manage to convince.

Nurse walks out, disgusted by your view heading into the boys' room in which she's not allowed into. You jump at the scary sounds Kit made from the other side of the wall, relieved you two had mentally communicated the same plans.

Managing to clean yourself up a bit you hear hard knocking on the girls' bathroom door. You timidly open up to the view of nurse and Kit. Relieved you smile to yourself a little, Kit realizes and taps on you playfully.

"You're it, loser."

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