#enjoy anon!!!!!! just a lil something i wrote while half awake

[inkykeiji]

Oh to be Professor Keigo's star pupil. Sending an upskirt photo of your different, increasingly scanty, panties each day on your lunch break. Until one day there's panties at all n.n

THIS IS CANON IN MY AU THIS IS FUCKING CANON OH MY GOD ANON

tw: student professor relationship, implied cheating

the first time it happens, he laughs it off, thinking you’re just being a little playful, just being a little tease, just having a little fun. that he can handle—he has a sense of humour, too, of course, and he thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s sweet, thinks it’s almost precious in a way, the photo holding a paradoxical sense of naughty innocence, as though they’re subtly imbued with an essence of voyeurism, even though he knows they aren’t—and he likes it, texting back a photo of those smooth, large hands you love so much, a pen lazily perched between his nimble fingers along with a caption that reads two can play this game, never expecting it to go further than this.

except it continues to happen, phone vibrating with a new photo every afternoon: those cute cotton panties with the pretty lace trim that he had gifted you, clinging delicately to your flesh; sheer red chiffon that sticks to you like a second skin and leave little to the imagination—touya’s doing, no doubt; expensive satins and silks in ivory and blush, lavish and extravagant and absurdly costly for underwear—definitely from tenko; day after day after day, accelerating from cheeky bikini cuts to teasing tulle to strappy thongs to absolutely nothing at all.

and he can’t help but wonder, are you sending these to the other two men, too? the question sears through his mind, chased by a flash of scalding anger while sharp envy corrodes his chest, consuming flesh and bone as it gnaws away, breathe escaping his lips in little wheezes.

and you—well, you think you’re getting away with it, giggles bubbling up in your throat with each of your professors increasingly irritated responses—a certain type of giddiness that makes you feel heady and powerful buzzing through your veins; a sensation that comes packaged with the knowledge that you have such an intense effect on him—until finally he shatters, phone buzzing with a threat almost immediately after the pantyless photo, reading: that’s enough. you better be outside my fucking office the moment class ends—an order not to be disobeyed.

author note: ooooh he is so done fucking around!!! no more games reader ur really gonna get it now!!! hahaha sorry to leave you high and dry but i’m a tease just like the reader <333 ehehehe no it’s actually because i’m writing something in his office right now so!!!!!! oh my god you know he’d be so fucking furious tho lmao and he’s definitely worked himself into a frenzied panic draped in hazy jealousy for no reason at all (or is it? 😈)!!! but he’s so cruel and stern and he absolutely hates being played with :( unless he gets his revenge, of course :) then it’s fun; then it’s worth it <3

#muahahahahahahaha 😈😈😈 #tw student professor #enjoy anon!!!!!! just a lil something i wrote while half awake #i need a nap now oh my gosh #enjoy your monday babie <3333 stay safe out there!!! #inky.darkacademia #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[givemestories-givemelife]

Roommates - A Naru/Hina  One Shot <3

A/N: HAHAhehe eeeeh So I wrote this like over a year ago and just left it in my drafts for whatever the heck reason?  So yeah I’m sorry anon who probably unfollowed me... please enjoy this little fluffy NaruHina oneshot maybe leave a heart on it or smth if you have the energy for it. I also have this itch to write so if any of you have a prompt for me I’d love to attempt to fill it. ( I will list all pairings and fandoms I’m willing to write about below the lil fic.)

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Hinata wearily glanced over at Naruto, resisting the rare urge to roll her eyes.

Hinata could almost always drift asleep into a peaceful slumber in the architecture of Naruto’s strong arms. 

Unfortunately tonight that wasn’t the case. 

The initial wonder over their whole ‘sleepover’ arrangement the couple had scheduled into their weekly routines when they weren’t on missions was beginning to fade.

Hinata sighed and nestled her head into the groove of Naruto’s neck and he subconsciously tightened his grip around Hinata making her smile at how he could do something so sweet while he was in a deep sleep. 

Hinata oddly took comfort in Naruto’s light snoring, his rhythmic breaths an indication of life consistently made her feel safe.

It was the rest of the noise from Naruto’s apartment and the lack of sleep that made her restless. 

The deep hum of the fridge, the never ending leak going ‘drip drip drop’ from the bathroom sink and the odd electrical buzzing sounds that seemed to be emanating from the walls. These omnipresent sounds are becoming impossible to ignore, especially in these little hours of the night.

How can he sleep through it? 

As if on queue an impossibly loud sound of glass shattering could be heard smashing into the opposite side of the wall. Hinata’s eyes widened and Naruto jolted awake jumping out of bed taking on a defensive pose as he looked around his darkened room searching for a threat.

“I HATE YOU!” A muffled shrill voice raged on next door.

Naruto’s expression immediately turned into annoyance, he banged on the wall. “CAN YOU GUYS SHUT UP OVER THERE WE’RE TRYING TO SLEEP!” The fight began to quiet down at Naruto’s command, he shook his head, sighed then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before his gaze fell on Hinata looking up at him. “I’m no expert but I think they need a divorce.” Gesturing next door, “did they wake you up too?”

Hinata’s brow furrowed averting her gaze to her fumbling fingers.

Naruto frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I-I just...”

“What?” Naruto sleepily sat back down on the bed one leg propped beneath him and the other dangling off the sheeted mattress. “Were you having trouble sleeping?”

Hinata instinctively scooted closer to lessen the distance between them, “Yes.”

Naruto looked concerned. “Why?”

“I just...” Hinata struggled to find the right words. 

“Oh common you’re killing me here.” Suddenly the refrigerator in the room over made a jarring sputtering sound. He glanced in that direction, then back at Hinata who looked at him wearily, he then stared at the wall where light arguing could still be heard on the other side. He chuckled lightly. “Oh.” Over the years the annoying idiosyncrasies of his apartment had turned into a comfortable white noise that had become invisible to him. 

Hinata remained silent.

“Hinata.” Naruto sighed. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know.”

“Well.” He looked around his room and swallowed. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just haven’t really found the right time to ask but... Maybe it’s time I move outta this place and you move out of your place and we move in together?”

Hinata’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“I mean yeah,” He grinned, then paused uncertain, “if you want to.”

In a burst of energy Hinata jumped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around her roommate to be. “There’s nothing I want more than to sleep in your arms every night Naruto.” She flushed feeling embarrassed at her sudden outburst and retreated back slightly, “but only if you want to.”

Naruto kept his grip firm around her waist to keep her from moving away “This place is starting to feel too small y’know.” He nudged her nose with his, “for the amount of love I have for you.”

Hinata leaned forward brushing her lips against his, softly breathing her next words against his mouth, “you mean for the amount of love we have for each other.”

“Exactly.” He hummed in a trance, his mood shifting gears “You know.” He trailed off suggestively inching forward silently leading the Hyuga to rest on her back.

“Naruto?”

“I’m awake, you’re awake... We’re both in bed.” He spontaneously left a cluster of quick kisses along her neck and face making her giggle. He moved his head to rest his forehead on hers.

“Unless you’re too tired?” Genuine concern interrupted their intimate moment.

Lavender eyes silently conversed with azure orbs that had Naruto slowly grinning.

Hinata giggled making a bold move to remove the orange shirt Naruto was wearing.

Hinata had never felt so liberated as she did in these comfortable moments with her one true love.

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A/n I have a half written Part 2 of this prompt where they actually find the home that they move into... I hope to post at some point... It’s cute and domestic af.

Naruto: NaruHina / SasuHina / Hinata and anyone really? / SasuSaku / NaruSaku  / KakaSaku / ShikaNeji / SasuNaru (Yes I’ll do slash) Throw em at me I’m pretty familiar with Naruto characters...

BNHA: BakuDeku / TodoDeku / BakugouXUraraka

HXH: Just KilluaXGon

SNK: Ereri or EreMika

Haikyuu: KageHina

ALSO, if you want to throw a pairing at me and recommend a song, I will take that as a prompt and write a one shot inspired by the song and those characters! 

Smutty prompts are welcome as well I’m not shy.

well i am but i’m not yknow

#naruhina #narutofanfiction #naruhina one shot #naruhina fanfiction #oneshot prompts #naruhina prompts #naruto prompts #naruto #naruhina fluff #naruto x hinata #naruto oneshot #naruhina oneshot #hinata #hinata hyuga #ihm #OneShots #mystuff

[savory-n-sweet]

Why?

YEET this is the race angst i was talking about the other day

also special lil thanks to @timesarehardfornewsies and @newsboystrike for hyping my ass up

Pairing: Racetrack Higgins x Reader

Warnings: divorce, arguing, swearing

Word Count: 1.3K

Modern Era

Edited | Not Edited | Skimmed

Lowercase intended (i wrote all of this on my phone and im too lazy to fix it)

enjoy !!!

you had always been afraid of dating. the thought of letting someone into your life, letting someone know everything about yourself, scared the absolute shit out of you. every since your parents separated, at least. they were supposed to be in love, but your mother cheated on him. they had a child together, and she was still unfaithful to him. she cheated because he didn’t satisfy her in bed.

but here you were, in the apartment you shared with the boy you loved. he was working late like he has been, every night, for weeks. he hasn’t been coming home until around one in the morning. you were worried until he came home smelling of another woman one night. you refused to believe it, so you stayed.

you were on your couch, reading a book. it wasn’t unusual for you to stay up late, but it wasn’t your favorite thing. you were tired, barely able to keep your eyes open. you needed to speak to race more than you needed sleep, though. you just wanted to talk to him, to set things straight.

he came into the apartment. he was sober as can be. he was very smiley. his blazer was thrown over his shoulder and his white dress shirt was untucked. his curly hair was messier than usual.

“where were you?” you asked, returning your focus from him to your book. your glasses were slowly slipping off your nose but you really didn’t care.

“working late,” he replied, his smile falling as he locked the metal door.

“until,” you glanced at the cable box across the room. “one o’clock in the morning?”

“yeah, new clients,” he threw his blazer on the kitchen chair next to him. then he undid the already loose tie, tugging it over his head and throwing it on top of the jacket.

“really?” you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. you took your glasses off and closed your book. “they’re really calling at one in the fucking morning? where were you?” you raised your voice a little bit.

“can we talk about this in the morning? god,” he muttered, unbuttoning his white shirt.

“no, anthony! you’ve been coming home late for weeks! what’re you doing out there?” you slammed the paperback book on the coffee table, making the lamp shake.

“would you relax? you're so controlling!” he shot back at you. you raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

“controlling? i just want to know where you are, if you’re okay!” you got off the couch and crossed the room to stand in front of him. “i’m sorry, hi i’m (y/n) and i worry about everyone, especially my boyfriend. nice to fucking meet you,” you grabbed his hand and shook firmly shook it. he retracted it, sighing. “where were you?”

“at the bar!” he shouted at you. you were taken aback, but that’s when you noticed a dark spot on his neck. you didn’t need to move his shirt collar to see it. it was there, clear as day on his pale skin. a million thoughts ran through your head, most being questions you didn’t want answers to.

“how many girls?” was the one you brought yourself to ask.

“just one,” he mumbled, barely audible.

instead of speaking, you went the kitchen sink. you took a plastic cup from the cupboard and ran it under the sink. you brought the plastic to your lips slowly, almost too nauseated to even drink water.

“who was she?” you softly spoke, placing the cup on the counter beside you. race walked over to you, blocking your view of the window across the room you were focusing on.

“does it matter? it’s over and it won’t happen again,” he took your hands in his. you avoided eye contact, knowing that if you looked at him, you’d break down.

“yes it does! who was she?” you looked at his shoes, then his pants, then finally his blue eyes. you tried your hardest to suppress any emotion that bubbled up.

“i can’t tell you,” his voice was small and gentile. you took your hands from his, grabbing the cup. you only made it to the table before slamming it down.

“why not?” you finally yelled at him. he flinched, surprised at your outburst. “because you’re too scared to hurt me? i’m already fucking hurt, anthony! i feel like i’m going to fucking vomit! who the hell was she!” your tears burned your cheeks. your whole body and voice were shaking with every uneven breath you took.

“no, i don’t want you to hurt her,” he leaned against the counter. you furrowed your eyebrows, racking your brain for who she could’ve been. everyone knew you were dating race. no one wanted to hurt you like this, at least to your knowledge. then it hit you.

“you cheated on me with casey?” you shouted at him. your neighbors were most likely awake and listening to the fight.

casey was your best friend up until recently. you had trusted her with your life. she was with you when your dad finally decided to leave. she knew everything about you. one day, she just changed into a different person. she stopped talking to you for no reason, then blocked your number and on social media platforms. she still followed your friends, which is how you assumed she knew race and you were together.

“she came onto me! i know it doesn’t excuse what i did, but it didn’t mean a thing to me, i swear,” he looked at you with sad eyes.

“anthony, you made a conscious decision to have sex with someone else. you fucking knew i wouldn’t have been able to handle that, but yet you did it anyway!” you laughed through the tears. your voice was forced and hoarse.

you moved from the kitchen to the window. you rested your hands on the cold windowsill, taking deep breaths. race exhaled loudly in the kitchen. he was pacing, probably running his fingers through his hair then dragging them down his face.

“why?” you spoke softly while looking at your hands.

“i don’t know,” he replied just as soft. that made you only made you angrier.

“you’re telling that you put yourself inside of another woman, just because?” you finally turned to look at him. you could feel your face and ears heating up. when race didn’t respond, your heart broke even more.

you walked to your shared bedroom, pulling a suitcase from your closet. you tossed it on the bed before roughly opening your dresser drawer.

“what’re you doing?” his voice was soft, almost a whisper. you could feel him watching you from the doorway.

“i’m leaving,” you said.

you managed to get a few articles of clothing into the suitcase before he came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder. the contact made you instantly start crying. the whole time, you thought you were dreaming or something. the contact brought you back to reality.

“please don’t,” his voice was even softer than before.

“i have to. i will not let you cheat on me repeatedly. i will not look like a fucking idiot because i was too fucking blind to see it,” you spat. you closed the case, locking it. you put it on the floor before walking out of the bedroom.

“i’m nothing without you.”

those words made you stop dead in your tracks. “don’t say that to me. you don’t get to say that. go be with casey because i’m obviously not good enough for you! if i was good enough, you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place!”

“we were drunk, (y/n)!” he shouted. “we had a little too much to drink and then she threw herself at me!”

“really? were you drunk tonight? you don’t look it, or smell it,” you laughed again. “tony, you cheated on me. i don’t care if it was just one time, you still did it. i can’t let that slide, i’m sorry.”

“please,” he choked out as you unlocked the door.

“no, i’m sorry,” you opened the door.

“i thought you loved me.”

“i do, you just don’t love me.”

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