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[jks1uv]

𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ; mark grayson | one-shot |

summary: after the world is rebuilt, mark grayson gets to see you in a dress again.

pairing: gf!fem!reader x bf!mark grayson.

trope: established relationship.

genre: fluff + romance + some comedy + the tiniest bit of angst but in a nostalgic way.

warnings‼️: just a lot of corniness (i’m sorry 😭).

word count: 1,026.

random disclaimerrr: i’m back w some more marky poo fluff by popular demand (the voices in my head)! this is the sequel to The Only Exception but can be read as a standalone :) tysm for the love on my mark / invincible fic guys seriously i’m so fucking grateful 🫶🏽🫶🏽 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

It’s been a few months since the many variants of Invincible wreaked havoc upon your city.

Life for many is trying to get back into the groove it was in before. Tragedy for the many casualties is the one thing that’ll never leave or change.

The Spring Formal is still on and somehow, it seems kind of silly to be fretting over your dress and heels and shoes and—

Mark’s caller ID pops up on your phone, momentarily pausing your inner troubles.

“Hey, you.”

You hear his smile through the phone and it makes you smile instinctively.

“Hey.”

Mark taps the speaker icon as he changes out of his superhero suit. “I finally found something to wear this Saturday.”

“You could’ve pulled off the Adam Sandler look.”

His laugh is muffled by the t-shirt sliding over his face but you hear it nonetheless.

“What time you gonna come pick me up, Invinciboy?”

He groans in annoyance and you giggle wildly at him.

“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”

“Nope!” You pop the ‘p’.

It’s Saturday evening.

Currently, 5 minutes till 5; the time Mark’s supposed to pick you up.

Your hair is styled nicely, your dress a pretty pale yellow.

You took inspiration from Andie’s dress color from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) and thought it’d be a subtle nod to your superhero boyfriend.

The dress is a gorgeous spaghetti strapped silk gown with a tight fitted corset and a flowy silhouette.

The jewelry is kept simple; a thin chain rests on your collarbones, a small watch wraps around your wrist with pearl earrings adorning your ears.

Your heels are a glossy black and add 3 inches to your height, perfect for a slow dance moment!

You feel beautiful, and you are.

You’re looking over yourself in a full body length mirror, your eyes skim over your face and arms.

It’s time.

Your room clouds with the last few spritzes of perfume you spray and you walk out.

You’re coming down the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice mixed in with your parents’ laughter.

When did he get here?

You turn the corner and the lively atmosphere morphs into one of quiet admiration.

Your mom is in awe, she marvels over the amazing reflection of herself. You’re a wonderful image.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers.

Tears prick your eyes as you hug her and your dad is holding back the urge to see you as you used to be all those years ago.

Back when you were trying on your mom’s dresses and experimenting with her makeup and jewelry and shoes.

He simply nods and hugs you, his chin resting on your head.

“You look great.” He says.

“Thank you.” You shyly reply.

Mark is staring and how can he not? You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and you’re his girlfriend now. Your beauty enhances from his love, he thinks.

Your parents part and let you and Mark have some time with this first look.

“Wow.” He sighs as his eyes take you in.

They innocently wander across the expansion of your figure and you silently do the same.

“That good, huh?” You smirk.

Mark doesn’t have it in himself to fight your teasing because right now, he’s feeling sappy.

His eyes shine with an intensity that show the fireworks you’ve set off in his heart.

“You’re beautiful.”

The speed your confidence boils down to a timid attitude is that of a world record timing.

You instantly look down on the floor from his gaze and interlock your fingers together.

“Thank you, handsome.” You smile.

He nods to himself and chuckles. “No problem.” His cheeks tinged a light pink.

Mark holds his elbow out for you to take and you do. Your arm interlocks with his and you walk outside, a soccer mom van awaiting as your chariot.

Courtesy of William.

You and the girls make a move on taking photos while Mark, Rick and William get some food and chat with Amber’s boyfriend.

You take a quick glance at Mark and see him looking at you.

It’s cheesy but the world around you quiets down when your eyes meet his. Like there’s a secret language you speak with your eyes alone.

The DJ puts on a slow song and all the couples hit the floor.

You look at Eve apologetically but she shrugs it off.

“I’ll be alright, Y/n. Don’t worry.”

You nod and turn around to find Mark already two steps ahead of you.

“May I have this dance?” He asks with the suave of a 17th century duke.

“You may.”

Mark’s hands find your hips and your hands find his shoulders.

Being this close, gently swaying side to side while looking into each other’s eyes feels so intimate. A feeling of peace clouds the air and for the first time, Invincible can take a backseat and let Mark Grayson drive the car.

“This is nice.” He says.

“Mhm.” You nod once, twice.

Your fingers interlock behind his neck and it causes his neck hairs to arise.

“That tickles.” He huffs out.

Your lips split into a grin and you shake your head. “You’re so romantic.”

He shrugs and smiles back, taking a moment to really look at you.

He sees all of which makes you unique. Your makeup may cover up the moles and freckles and scars that litter your face but it only enhances your beauty for him.

The slight curve of your nose, your round cheeks and soft jaw.

Your eyes, though have a magnetic field of their own. They draw him in and make him never want to look away.

“You’re staring.” You mumble out, your bashful nature coming to the surface.

He blinks and lets the corners of his lips quirk up. “I can’t stop.” He whispers.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.

It’s a different kind of spring this year. A spring that’s relatively normal, easygoing. The kind that is the start of a new beginning and makes you wonder, same time next year?

[w2soneshots]

Chris is on Raya, so maybe could you do a fic where he meets an actress and he tells his friends about it and it's kinda unbelievable, cause she is been in Marvel films or a really famous film

And maybe they breakup and everyone's like "Boy, you fumbled"

Almost fumbled -ChrisMD

words: 1.7k+

warnings: angst with a happy ending, intrusive paparazzi (when isn’t it), mentions of a break up, slightly suggestive, George is a great friend.

summary: after you and Chris match on Raya you go on a date, though the both of you have the pressure of your friends and the paparazzi so your relationship proves to be more difficult than you’d have thought.

notes: hello angel, thank you for your request, I’m obsessed with this idea!!🤭 I also love love love marvel so it was fun to incorporate a little bit of it into this. I hope you enjoy this extra long one!💝👏🏼

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-> user: omfg and she lives in London... I ship them tbh🤭💞

"Chris?!" George skirted into Chris' room. He turned to him from his desk. "Yeah?" He asked, slightly confused as George looked baffled. "y/n, from the marvel films, like your fucking instagram post!" He alerted his best mate.

Chris signed I relief, it wasn't something serious. "I know, I matched with her on Raya," he replied calmly. George's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding my ass. You matched with her?" Chris breathed out a laugh. "I was just as shocked to be honest, she lives here though."

"Please can I see her profile," George begged as he sat on Chris' bed with a thump. "I don't know-" "please..." he cut him off. "Alright."

George stared at Chris' phone. "This is insane. Don't fumble this." "I'm gonna try not to, she seems cool. Also... I'm going to dinner with her on Saturday." George almost combusted right then and there, falling back onto Chris' bed.

"Imagine you get with her and she comes round to the flat. What am I gonna say? Act like I've not watch half of her films?" George rambled. "You probably aren't going to have to think that far ahead mate, I'm guessing she'll take one look at me and run for the hills." "Don't be silly, you're a good bloke. She'll like you."

"I have absolutely no fucking clue what to wear!" You shoved another piece of clothing from your wardrobe onto your bed with a huff. "How casual is the dinner?" Your best friend, whom you live with, asked as she sat comfortably on your bed.

"I don't know- like not crazy fancy but kinda fancy... ugh, that makes no sense." "Leather, faux obviously but you know, that's a mix between the two?" She suggested. "Okay, yeah good idea."

You finally found a good outfit and you turned to your friend once you were finished. "Good?" You asked hopefully, since you definitely didn't want to try anything else on. "Absolutely drop dead gorgeous babes."

"So who is this guy anyway?" She asked as you popped all of the necessities into your little bag. You pulled your phone out and clicked on his profile. "Chris."

Her eyes widened after a moment. "Oh my gosh, that's ChrisMD!" "Huh?" "He's a youtuber! My brother used to watch his videos. He did football challenges and they were pretty fun to watch actually." She explained excitedly. "Oh right, cool. I had a quick glance at his insta but I didn't really look much into it, he did have a big following though."

"I wonder if he still does them? I'm checking." She scrolled around on her phone for a second before a video began playing. "Today we're in Munich where we will consume a beverage at each of nine pubs. Welcome back to football pub golf everyone!" The screen played as the both of you watched intensely.

"Jesus he's gotten fitter over the years," your bestie breathed out quietly. You chuckled in response as a slow motion video compilation played of the group posing. "Do you reckon any of his friends are single?" She asked with a smirk, causing you to playfully push her shoulder with yours, to which she just giggled. Though she was being completely serious, they were a group of hot dudes.

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"God... she's beautiful," Chris thought as you followed the waiter through the restaurant and towards the table he'd booked and was already sat at.

"Hi," you smiled warmly when you reached him. He quickly stood from his chair to greet you with a side hug. "You look amazing," he complemented, you could tell he was a little nervous by the awkward way in which he said it but you thought it was cute.

The small talk commenced once you'd sat down. You spoke about where you grew up, how long you'd been in London and then the topic of your jobs came up.

"I already know what you do," you confessed with a cheeky smile. "Oh, you do?" Chris was shocked. "Mhm, my best friends brother used to watch you, you make youtube videos right?" "That's right, yeah. Please don't tell me you've seen any of them," he grimaced.

"Uhm..." "oh god." You chuckled at his embarrassment. "No it's cool. They actually seem quite entertaining and I'm pretty sure my friend has a crush on half of your friends," you said lightheartedly. Chris' demeanour changed and he loosened up a little after your reassurance.

"I know what you do too, but that's probably a given," Chris began, he knew George would be on the edge of his seat if he was listening to this conversation. "Right, brilliant," you replied sarcastically with a chuckle, you didn't mind talking about your work though sometimes it can turn into a conversation all about your costars.

Chris was really chill about the whole thing. He didn't pry or ask anything weird, he actually was more interested in how you got into the industry and the beginning of your career, which was a breath of fresh air.

Dinner seemed to fly by and without even realising it you'd been sat there eating and chatting for four hours. Eventually it was time to say your goodbyes and you were silently hoping that he'd had as good of a time as you since you didn't want this to be the extent of your relationship.

"So... you free anytime next week?" He eventually asked as you stood outside, about to part ways. You smiled happily and then the both of you organised a day.

The next day you woke up to see multiple pictures of you and Chris sat at your table in the restaurant. You signed deeply and then called your manager.

After having the situation minimised, you messaged Chris, "hey, I'm not sure if you've seen but some paparazzi took photos of us in the restaurant yesterday. My manager has had them taken down from the original website but as you can imagine people have screenshotted it. I'm sorry, I probably should've pre-warned you xx"

He replied pretty quickly, "I saw. Don't worry about it, it's not a problem. How are you? x" He didn't seem to be too bothered which really reassured you since you thought you'd finally found a good guy in a sea of dickheads.

You and Chris went on multiple dates, had been to each other's places, had sex an abundance of times and were constantly texting before he eventually asked you if you'd be his girlfriend. Obviously you said you would since you had undeniable chemistry and he'd been all green flags up until that point.

"Hello love," Chris greeted you at his apartments front door, seeming a little... distant. You shared a quick hug before you stepped through the threshold. "Hi y/n!" George, Chris' friend and roommate whom you've become familiar with, enthusiastically waved to you as he walked through the hallway. You waved back with a smile.

Everything was going great, you liked his friends and he liked yours, it was like you were in your own little bubble... then the bubble popped.

You sat on his bed and he sat at his desk, the chair facing towards you. "I feel like I'm constantly being watched," Chris said, completely out of the blue. "What?" "The fucking paparazzi, it's ridiculous. Every time we go anywhere we're in the press the next day. I understand it's because you're famous and all but-" he stopped himself.

He couldn't make eye contact with you properly. Your heart was slowly breaking as you listened to him. This had happened before in a previous relationship and that was the reason it ended, though you thought since Chris was already used to being in the public eye, he would understand.

"What're you saying?" "I don't know if I can do this. I like you, a lot, but the whole being followed thing... I've never experienced that before and I don't think I can hack it."

You were gone within twenty minutes. Tears in your eyes as you let yourself out. "Are you alright?" George's voice asked from behind you. You didn't -couldn't- turn around. "Mhm," you managed, though your voice cracked before you swiftly opened the door and left.

George, now confused and concerned, walked to Chris' room and knocked on the door. "Mate?" Chris didn't respond, he just opened the door.

Chris sighed. "I broke up with her," he muttered. "You- what- why the fuck did you do that?" It took him a minute to reply, "the paparazzi... it's just not for me George."

"You love her don't you?" Chris hesitated then nodded. "So, don't throw all that away over some stupid dicks taking photos. You're perfect for each other, plus you can't fumble a funny, kind, -don't punch me- gorgeous actor," George told his friend. "I'll think on it." "Okay, just- consider how she feels...?"

Within a week Chris had messaged you to ask how you were doing. It was a stupid question really, you were so upset and hadn't really left your apartment since the breakup. You didn't reply to him.

Then he turned up on your doorstep, at ten o'clock at night. You answered the door in your pyjamas, you were just about to get into bed. Your face dropped when you saw him stood there.

"I love you," was all he said, hope in his eyes. You bit the inside of your lip. "But you said-" "I don't care what I said. It doesn't matter because I love you and I was an idiot to ever have let anyone get between that y/n."

That night ended with the both of you -naked- cuddled up in your bed. After that Chris never complained about the paparazzi again because if he was with you nothing else mattered.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 16: Clothed Sex with Junkrat

fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains: creampie, jamison being suprisingly not as gross as I could have made him

The booming sounds of various explosions were becoming quite comment to your ears as you sit on the other end of Jamison’s makeshift workshop. You’d only just got in, and he hadn’t noticed, too engrossed in whatever bomb he was cooking up. Not that it matter, you were too engrossed in whatever mind-numbing content had appeared on your tiktok feed.

After a few minutes, unbeknownst to you your lover had glanced in your direction..and nearly caused both of your deaths when he slipped with the soldering iron against incredibly explosive material. He blinks a few times as he takes in your outfit, the tank top paired with the shorts that really are obscene to him with how much they show of your perfect legs. God he really is a lucky bugger.

Scrambling out his seat, he makes his way over to you quickly with a wolfish grin. "Well ain't you the prettiest lil firecracker i ever did see."

You look up, giggling a little at his theatrics until he plants a deep kiss on your lips. With a surprised chirp, you kiss back, haphazardly placing your phone on the nearby table so you can tangle your fingers in his messy blond hair. He groans against you, ever the loud type, before lifting you with sheer brute strength to push you against the wall.

"Jamie!" you exclaim, pretending to be scandalised by his neediness.

"What? Can't help it dolly, not with you lookin' like this."

He punctuates his words by grinding his hips against yours, allowing you to feel his hard cock hidden away in his dirty sweatpants. You'd marvel at how fast he'd gotten aroused if you weren't nearly gasping at his desperation, large hands grasping at your clothed tits.

Dragging his hands down, he felt you up completely, kissing and nipping at your neck as he started to rub between your legs over your shorts. But he hesitates.

"You ain't wearing anything under these?" he remarks, eyes bright with a gleeful wonder as you shake your head. "Fuck y'gonna give me a heart attack."

A small laugh turns into a choked moan as he roughly shoves his hand inside and starts to feel the wetness collecting in your folds. He clumsily rubs at your clit before sinking two fingers inside your hole, grinning maniacally at your noises.

"Always wet f'me, god you're perfect."

If there's one thing about Jamison Fawkes, it's that he's going to make his girlfriend feel like the most beautiful creature in existence. And he does as he fingers you, rasping how pretty and gorgeous and stunning you are as he hammers your g spot relentlessly.

But his need grows to an vast level, so he hastily tugs down his sweats just enough for his cock to spring out, before grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up. You grip his shoulders, instinctively wrapping your legs around him until his length bumps your clothed clit.

"Gonna make y'feel amazing babycakes." he promises, before moving the fabric of your shorts out of the way just enough before pushing in. He fills you up completely, before rocking against you over and over until your eyes roll back. Moans and groans and whimpers fill the outback air, Jamison marvels at how stunning you look; still fully clothed and sweating as you're railed against the wall. And you marvel at how strong your lover is, to hold you without thinking, to tower over you as he takes your pussy for his own.

The lewd squelches of your cunt fill his ears and he giggles, kissing you all over your neck. "I think she's tryin' to talk to me."

If you weren't being fucked out of your mind you would have rolled your eyes at his crudely cheesy line, so you settle for a desperate whimper as you reach to play with yourself. He loves a good show, so the sight of your nimble fingers strumming your clit makes the noises pouring from his throat increase tenfold.

"Yeah dolly, cum around me. Just like that, knew y'could do it." he praises, guiding you over the edge until you're squirting around his dick. It doesn't take long for him to do the same, cumming buckets inside your needy cunt that drinks it all in.

He pulls out, getting on his knees so he can see his cum leak out; his favourite part. You always get a little embarrassed, but you glance down at how his thumb hooks the fabric of your shorts, making sure the sight of your pussy remains unobstructed from his hungry gaze.

"So fuckin' hot." he says with a toothy grin, and it's with wide eyes that you realise he's still hard. When he leans in and starts to eagerly lap his cum from your folds, you get the sense you aren't leaving his workshop for a while just yet.

[imreidswifey]

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: After two years of keeping his relationship a secret, Dr. Spencer Reid surprises his BAU family by bringing his stunning and kind-hearted girlfriend, Y/N, to Thanksgiving dinner at Rossi’s house. What starts as shock and curiosity quickly turns into warmth and acceptance as the team gets to know Y/N, marveling at the woman who captured their genius friend’s heart.

A/n: this was so fun to make. Hope you enjoy. Please make any request that you have. 

Warnings:

Fluff and wholesome content

Mild social awkwardness (classic Spencer Reid moments)

Themes of family and found family dynamics

Light teasing and playful banter

Some mentions of insecurity (Spencer’s concerns about introducing Y/N)

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David Rossi’s house was a masterpiece of elegance, adorned with tasteful holiday decor and filled with the tantalizing aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie. Thanksgiving at Rossi’s had become a BAU tradition, a rare chance for the team to relax and enjoy each other’s company without the looming shadow of their work.

Spencer Reid had arrived early, helping Rossi set up while the others trickled in. As the team chatted and sipped on wine, Spencer casually mentioned he’d be leaving to pick up his “special guest.”

“Special guest?” Emily Prentiss repeated, arching an eyebrow as she expertly poured herself a glass of red wine. “Spence, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I… uh… it’s just someone I thought you’d all like to meet,” Spencer replied, his hands fumbling nervously with the sleeves of his sweater vest.

Garcia practically pounced on him, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you bringing a date? A lady friend?”

Spencer’s face turned an impossible shade of crimson. “It’s not a big deal, okay? I’ll just… I’ll be back soon.” And with that, he was out the door, leaving behind a buzz of excitement and speculation.

When Spencer returned, the chatter in the living room came to an abrupt halt. Standing beside him, her hand delicately resting in his, was you. The first thing the team noticed was how undeniably stunning you were. Your features radiated an effortless beauty, and your warm smile lit up the room like the flickering glow of the Thanksgiving candles. You were dressed elegantly but casually, your outfit perfectly complementing your natural charm.

The silence stretched for just a beat too long.

“Uh, everyone, this is Y/N,” Spencer said, his voice a mixture of nerves and pride.

JJ was the first to recover, her jaw slightly agape as she smiled. “Wait… Spencer… this is who you’ve been hiding from us?”

“Hiding is a strong word,” Spencer mumbled, glancing at you apologetically.

“You didn’t even hint you had a girlfriend,” Emily chimed in, her eyes narrowing in mock accusation. “And two years? Are you serious?”

“Two years?” Derek Morgan exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up. He glanced between the two of you, his playful smirk firmly in place. “Pretty Boy, you’ve been holding out on us.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Spencer said quickly, his cheeks flaming. “And… I didn’t want to overwhelm Y/N.”

“Overwhelm her?” Garcia interjected, standing and practically running over to greet you. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous! Spencer, no wonder you kept this a secret. You were worried we’d steal her away!”

You laughed, the sound soft and genuine. “I think he was more worried you’d scare me off.”

Rossi chuckled from his spot by the fireplace, raising his glass. “Smart man. We can be a lot to handle.”

As introductions were made, the team took turns gawking—not so subtly—at Spencer’s choice in a partner. It wasn’t just your beauty that captivated them; it was the way you carried yourself, with confidence and kindness, and how Spencer looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“So how did you meet?” Emily asked as the group settled around the dining table, with you seated beside Spencer.

“It was at a bookstore,” you began, glancing at Spencer. “I overheard him recommending a book to someone, and I was so intrigued that I went over to ask him about it.”

“She thought I was showing off,” Spencer interjected, a rare mischievous glint in his eye.

“Well, you were quoting entire passages and explaining the cultural significance of the author,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

“That sounds about right,” JJ said with a laugh. “Classic Spencer.”

You smiled at Spencer, your eyes softening. “But I thought it was endearing. He wasn’t showing off—he was just so passionate about it. We ended up talking for hours, and the rest is history.”

“You must have the patience of a saint,” Morgan joked. “Spencer can’t order a coffee without giving the barista a lesson on the origin of beans.”

“Oh, I love that about him,” you said, earning a chorus of “aww”s from the group. Spencer’s ears turned red again, but this time he was smiling.

As the evening wore on, the team got to know you better. You shared stories about your relationship, like how Spencer always left sticky notes with random facts on the fridge for you, or how he insisted on teaching you the basics of chess despite your protests.

“You’ve got a good one here, Y/N,” Rossi said as he handed you a slice of pumpkin pie. “I hope he knows how lucky he is.”

“I remind myself every day,” Spencer said quietly, his hand finding yours under the table.

As the night wound down, Garcia turned to you with a dreamy sigh. “Y/N, I have to say, you’re absolutely amazing. And stunning. I mean, no offense, but Spencer? How did he manage this?”

“Garcia!” Spencer groaned, hiding his face in his hands as the room erupted in laughter.

“It’s true!” she exclaimed, unapologetic. “Y/N, you’re like a movie star, and Spencer is… well, Spencer.”

You smiled, leaning closer to Spencer. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” you said, your voice warm. “He’s even more amazing than you think.”

That quiet confession silenced the room for a moment, the team exchanging soft smiles. Spencer looked at you, his hazel eyes brimming with gratitude and love.

Rossi raised his glass again. “To Spencer and Y/N—an exceptional couple. Here’s to family, in all its forms.”

As the toast echoed around the table, Spencer squeezed your hand, his heart full. For the first time, his two worlds had collided, and instead of falling apart, they’d created something beautiful—a family he could finally share you with.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Ghost!Jeongin, Clit Smacking, Choking, Oral (Both), Degrading, Alcohol Mentions, Face Fucking, OverStimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Sorry for any mistakes.

A/N: I don’t know how I really feel about this one- I’m sorry if it sucks :(

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Your friends invited you to stay at a haunted house for the week since Halloween was so close. Although you didn’t really want to not particularly wanting to stay somewhere you know people literally died in. However works been rough and you just wanted to relax. The house was really pretty, it was old but the archways and design was just breathtaking.

Your friend put all the room keys into a bowl so everyone would pick at random. Rooms being more active than others. It was your turn to pick, Room 5. They all went wide eyed “hey! You got the one with the annoying ghost!” They teased. You tilted your head “what do you mean?” You asked.

“Your room has the ghost who likes to play tricks on people.” One of your friends says. “Yeah he’s known to be a bit of a pervert too!” They laughed. “A pervert?” You scoffed. “Yeah, the owner said he likes to watch people sleep and opens the shower when they’re in there.”

You rolled your eyes “great” you said. “Don’t worry y/n maybe you can get laid by a ghost” your friend teased. You smacked them playfully “whatever” you said picking your bags up. As you opened the door you saw a small picture on the side caught your attention. “Jeongin is very mischievous, if you feel a chill he’s probably in the room. Records show he use to live here and died in his sleep. Here is a picture of him” the picture showed a young man with a gorgeous smile and fox like eyes. ‘If this is who was gonna watch me shower I don’t mind’ you said to yourself making you chuckle at your own thought.

Jeongin with all of the noise had come out waiting to see who came to his room. He wasn’t disappointed when you stepped through the door. He looked over your curves, marveled at your stunning eyes. He followed your every move watching with wide eyes. You shivered looking around “already here huh?” You smiled to yourself. “If I’m gonna be staying here for the week let me introduce myself. I’m y/n. Nice to meet you Jeongin.” You said with a hum.

The way his name slipped off your lips made his body shake. Oh was he gonna enjoy this week. Jeongin normally stayed in his room, not really caring much to roam however, he followed you around like a lost puppy. You were just intriguing to him, no one has really ever introduced themselves. Let alone feel so comfortable being alone in his room after hearing about him. Not to mention how pretty you were? Ugh he felt so lucky.

“Y/n come take a shot!” Your friend yelled. This week was all about relaxing and just letting go. As you all drank and talked your friend nudged you “so you see your ghostly” she said sipping her drink. You rolled your eyes “I saw what he looked like, there’s a picture of him in my room” you responded. They all looked at you for more details “yeah? Is he cute? Gonna get that ghost dick?” You all laughed. “Yeah he’s really cute, he’s got a really pretty smile. And a nice jaw line” you giggled.

Jeongin felt as if his chest was beating, like his body was heating up “she thinks I’m cute?” He said to himself a wide smile plastering across his face. You all stayed up just talking and drinking before you knew it was midnight already. “Ugh I’m gonna go bath” you said stretching. “Alright! We are leaving at 12 to go to the shops so be ready!” One of your friends said as she made her way to her room. Running your bath all thoughts of who might be watching were gone. Or were they? Because the thought of him watching made you a bit horny. You stripped your clothes off getting into the bath, the warm water feeling so nice against your tense body.

You closed your eyes letting your hand wonder your body. What better way to relax right? Your hand dipping below circling around your clit teasingly. God if he was watching you really wouldn’t mind. Closing your eyes the picture on the wall flashed in your mind as you dipped your fingers into your cunt.

Jeongin wouldn’t normally mind to watch people, he liked playing tricks on them more like changing the water to cold. However he felt nervous coming into the bathroom while you were naked. He thought to himself before knocking on the door as if to ask to come in. You looked at the door a bit confused jumping a bit “did you just knock?” You asked. He replied with another knock hoping you’d get the hint. “You asking to come in?” You said with a little tease to your voice. “Uhm knock once for yes and” before you could continue he knocked once making you giggle.

“You can come in, just know I’m having some- fun” you said as you continued to play with your hole. He felt a bit of warmth come to his face, his cock twitching at the thought. You were masterbating and still wanted him to come in? He let out a soft moan before coming in. The scene he came into though made his twitching cock rock hard. Here you were on full display for him, fingers playing with yourself. The way they dipped in and out of your hole had him removing his pants. He sat close to the tub watching you matching his strokes to the movement of your hands.

“Fuck, you’re watching aren’t you? I can feel you close.” Your head fell back to the tile moaning as you added another finger to your cunt. He let out a groan as he watched making your eyes flutter looking around. “Did- I just- hear you?” You stuttered out “shit are you- touching yourself?” You said hoping to hear some sort or response. He knew he could show himself, make himself known but it took a lot of energy. “Jeongin” you said in a whimper his eyes shot up to you. Fuck he could have came there. “If- if I can help you I would- can I?” You asked not knowing if there was a way.

He breathed in mustering up all the energy he could before his body slowly started to become visible well sort of. He was still see through almost but he was there. Fuck he was there. Your eyes met his making you clench around your fingers “open that pretty mouth for me?” He said almost too sweetly. But you obliged opening your mouth for him, was this weird? Maybe? Was it kinda hot though? Most definitely. You watched as he made his way to your mouth gripping your cheeks. You looked up at him with big puppy eyes as he placed his tip to your lips.

“Open pretty” he said caressing your cheek and you did. He let you go at your own pace at first. Taking him as much as you could, it was strange. His cock was sorta cold but not? You swirled your tongue around him making him groan. “Keep playing with yourself while you take my cock yeah?” He said. He had his hands running through your hair as he slowly pushed further into your mouth. “Come on baby play with yourself while I use your mouth.”

He moved his hips slowly at first feeling your warm mouth take him so well. His head fell back as he pushed himself deeper into your throat hitting the back of it. You choked slightly making him chuckle. He pulled out just to watch the salvia drip around his cock, strings connecting you two still. “Fuck” he said softly before pushing back into your mouth. This time going faster, his cock hitting the back of your throat again. He was moving so fast making your eyes water. Your fingers that were playing with your clit had stopped, focused on taking him well.

When he finally noticed he almost growled “didn’t I tell you to keep going? Play with the pretty little cunt or else” he said. His threat making you moan around his cock. “Hm you like the thought of that? Like the thought of being punished? Fuck- I got a little masochist here” he said with a chuckle. He pulled out of your mouth watching the spit once again. God was it so fucking hot to him, you are such a mess. He floated back letting his body fall down till his face was right infront of your pretty cunt.

He looked up at you with a mischievous grin before diving into your cunt. His tongue feeling cold against your clit making you shiver. He quickly pushed his fingers into you, mouth sucking harshly at your bud. He was on a mission to make you cum over and over. He wanted to leave you overstimulated wanted to leave you whining, and all fucked out only thing to think of is him. He pumped his fingers into you fast curling them as deep as he could. Your legs started to squeeze together pushing him into you even more.

Your body arched trying to grab at his hair “fuck- fuck I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” You almost screamed as your body moved against his tongue. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue?” He said as he bit softly at your clit. The sensation sending you over the edge making you cum hard around his fingers. He didn’t stop though, oh no he went even faster. Your body shaking from overstimulation “t-to much” you said softly trying to push him away. “Too bad, remember I said or else? This is what you get you’re gonna cum as many times as I want you to.” He said.

Almost 3 more orgasms later he pulled away ruining what would be your 3rd orgasms. “What a nasty girl you are, getting off so much to a fucking ghost? Pathetic.” He said as pulled you up on him, he had your legs wrapped around him floating you both above the tub. Before you could say anything about it he was pushing into you. His cock was thick, stretching you so nicely as he bottomed out in you. His hips smacking in and out balls hitting against you. The sounds you both were letting out filled the bathroom “what a fucking whore, a whore for me letting me fuck you so good hmm?” He said.

You couldn’t respond though overstimulated and cock drunk your brain was just gone. However he wanted an answer he let a slap to your clit “you’re my little whore aren’t you? I wanna hear how good I’m fucking you” he his words came out low. “S’good” is the only thing you could muster out. He chuckled bringing his hand up to softly choke you. “You’re so cock drunk you can’t even talk, pathetic.” He left another smack to your pussy, griping your throat harder as he used your pussy.

He was pounding into you his free hand coming down to play with your clit “cum. Cum on my fucking cock you little whore. Show me how good I’m making you feel. Show me how much you love being fucked by this cock” he groaned. His thrusts hitting your g-spot back arching into his touch “Fucking cum!” He said almost as a plea hand coming down to smack your clit again. The feeling sent you over the edge making you cum so hard around his cock. Your body twitched he leaned down to crash his lips into yours. His kiss felt warm, his lips somehow soft to the touch.

He kept moving at his agonizing pace and you felt another wave about to crash over you. He moved his lips down your neck before biting at the skin. He wanted to see if he could leave a mark he wanted to see you covered in marks from him. He sucked harshly his hand that was around you neck squeezed hard making you choke a bit. “Fuck- you’re so warm your pussy is just sucking me in. It’s so greedy just wanting more and more” he said. You moaned loudly almost screaming he hit even deeper into you. You could almost feel him in your stomach he was so deep.

“Jeongin!” You moaned out this made him lose it. His thrusts started to staggered, hand toying with your clit again. “Fuck- y/n I’m gonna cum- fuck gonna fill you with all I got.” He stuttered out “fuck cum with me- shit- shit- fucking cum with me!” He whimpered. Your legs squeezed around, you pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. Moaning and groaning you hit the wall, body shaking around him as you came. At the feeling of you clenching around him his thrusted hard one last time in you before cumming. Your body shook more at the feeling his fingers still slowly moving on your clit making your body almost go limp. The way you squeezed around his sensitive cock before letting out a silent scream. You were squirting all over him, he bucked his hips into you eyes closing.

He wrapped his arms around you bringing you to your bed laying you down. Your body was still twitching so he pulled the covers over you turning the heat up a bit. He kissed your cheek “I’ll be here I promise I just- can’t hold this form for much- longer” he said breathy. You nod slightly before you felt the coldness wrap around you. He was cuddled up to you kissing your shoulder. He’d do anything to be human again to be able to hold you properly. But hey he has a whole week with you here. He thought to himself “maybe I can attach myself to them and follow them home”

His thought making him drift off. Both of you sleeping like bricks. In the morning you heard your friend yelling for you to wake up. “Get up, we are gonna be leaving!” She said moving you a bit. She stopped and laughed a little “those marks on your neck show me you did have some fun, ah- I’ll let you sleep just make sure to eat later” she said covering you back up. Jeongin couldn’t help but giggle as she left happy the marks took. You rolled over facing him “I know you’re here still” you started to say “since we will have the place to ourselves- wanna have some more fun?” You said with a devilish smirk. God was he in love with that look. You waited for some kind of response before feeling the bed shit, your body being pulled down and a coldness pressing to your abused clit. Was it gonna be a great week.

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Not sure if you did this yet, but how would the monkeys react to meeting an albino female monkey reader?

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(Lmk Wukong) He is starstruck and in awe of your appearance, especially you snow white Fur. He might have a few questions about your fur, but you were just so adorable and fluffy he couldn't take it. His favorite pass time is cuddling you close to him, and he would be out like a light once his face touches your fur.

(MKR Wukong) What a beautiful snowball you are, and he wants to cherish and observe you. He always finds himself petting and napping in your fur along with fruity. He also likes how you would hide on the snowy areas of the journey and would ambush him with kisses.

(NR Wukong) Your fur color kinda reminds him of his, and it's a wonderful look on you. You were the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he wasted know time flirting with you. You would giggle and purr at him. You were such a pretty snowflake and would shower you with compliments. Not to mention you were so fluffy and adorable as he cuddles you on the couch.

(HIB Wukong) Man, he saw you from miles away with how fluffy and pale you are. Your white fur makes you stick out like a sore thumb, but if you didn't stick out, he would have noticed how pretty you actually look. Although he thought you would never freely speak with him, you came up to him. With that, you both found to have a lot more in common.

(Netflix Wukong) His mind was blown as he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a fluffy female albino monkey, with all white Fur like a giant snowflake. He found himself making his way to you and introducing himself as the monkey king. Though you weren't all that impressed with him, you did find him funny and really enjoyed talking to him. Wukong still marvels at the rare sight that is you.

(BMW Wukong) His jaw dropped at your appearance like seriously he's been around for years, but he's never seen someone like you. Not only were you a female monkey, but a albino monkey was all white fur he couldn't stop looking at you. You were such a rare and elusive sight for him, and he wanted to know more about you for centuries to come.

(Destined one) He...for once he wasn't sure what to think of this, he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a gorgeous female albino monkey. Such a rare sight you are. He had questions. Though you were also very friendly and social, happily chatting him up and the destined one, he found himself starting a beautiful relationship with you.

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i'm gonna kiss you like the sun cw: 3k wc, female reader, suggestive if you squint, barely proofread, this is sooo self indulgent and warm and fluffy and i just love him to the moon and back like trigger warning he's perfect

Brazil really is everything Shoyo said it would be.

He wasn’t sure about bringing you to Rio at first, insisted that São Paulo alone would’ve been more comfortable, but you really wanted to explore the city that welcomed him for two whole years so long ago. You’re so glad he decided to accomodate the request: witnessing the stars in his eyes as you wandered around the city, feeling the emotion laced into his tone as he described special spots and introduced you to old friends in confident portuguese, getting to observe how perfectly tangerine curls caught the soft light of sunsets on flawless beaches… made it all worth it.

São Paulo was nice too: ever the cosmopolitan metropolis, it reminded you of Tokyo albeit in a completely original way. Shoyo was given a nice, comfortable apartiment in Chácara Flora but you spent little to no time in there, too busy exploring Ibirapuera park, different museums, climbing all the way up the Farol Santander building and enjoying oh so much good food. However, as much as you loved the city and its locals, Rio is different.

The sky is so big it hurts to look at, an impossible shade of blue makes one feel as if each morning nature paints it the most marvelous nuance just to make sure you’d spend a little extra time with your head tilted back. Colorful streets are filled with music at all times, bubbly enough to persuade complete strangers to attempt a few improvised steps on the way home or right outside a bar, on nights when the mere fact of being alive makes the world feel just a tad bit more magical. Your taste buds have been blessed with the most delicious servings of feijoada, churrasco, coxinha and pão de queijo, one of Hinata’s personal favorites.

The amount of love Shoyo has for Rio makes more sense now that you get to experience his deep connection with the city firsthand. No wonder he calls it his second home: the first real gift he bought for himself was a luxurious penthouse in Ipanema, complete with terrace, a gorgeous view on the beach and a private pool. He never misses the chance to fly his family or friends for a vacation, certainly happy to have a well-situated life in both São Paulo and Tokyo but equally joyous at the prospect of making additional special memories in the city that is still so dear to him.

It’s the first time you accepted to visit, always more inclined to simply wait for him to return to either Tokyo or the Miyagi prefecture. Flying is not exactly your favorite activity and 20+ hours of planes have always been a pretty convincing deterrent. Turns out, missing your boyfriend too much is an equally strong incentive.

And so you’re here, on one of the most beautiful beaches on the other side of the world, sitting on a  comfortable towel and still a bit jet lagged as you excitedly recount the latest gossip about one of your colleagues, secretly planning to propose to her girlfriend soon. Except it feels like you’re the only one hearing the story.

“Shoyo”, you pout, “are you listening?”.

“No”, he says right away, blunt in his honesty as always, gaze fixed on something distant above your shoulder, brows furrowed in worry “sorry, I’ll be right back” and just like that, he gets up from the towel you’re sharing to walk off toward a destination you can only pinpoint when you turn your head around.

There’s a beach volleyball court, because of course there is, and a group of boys seems to be having a good time playing. For some reason the teams are not balanced, it’s two against three, but they’re all laughing and having fun. All except one, a kid sitting on the sand not too far away from those you can only guess are his friends, scowl deep and brows furrowed. While the others look like teenagers, he seems way younger with those lanky arms and thin legs. From the way he’s begrudgingly observing the game, it wouldn’t be unfair to assume that he wasn’t allowed to play.

Shoyo approaches him with the wave of a hand and a friendly inflection in his portuguese. It doesn’t take long for the kid to replace a deeply wary expression with a more relaxed one. He nods at some point and your boyfriend sits next to him on the sand, at reasonable distance to make sure the kid is comfortable being so close to a stranger, baseball cap pushed further down as he observes the game. Your best guess is that he asked the boy if it was okay for him to watch the match with him, probably introduced himself simply as someone who’s passionate about the sport.

You observe as Shoyo’s lips move but his eyes stay focused on the court, comments and possibly suggestions mumbled to himself, a few claps and cheers for good measure. It’s the boy that wants to talk to him now, he’s probably asking a few questions and Hinata can finally accomplish what was probably his mission all along. They chat for a bit, then the kid shrugs and angrily shakes his head, utters something under his breath and you can see the disapproval in the downwards curve of your boyfriend’s mouth. He’s up again after a while, as he walks off the boy yells something you don’t understand after him. When Hinata is back shortly after, there’s a ball in his hands and a wide grin on his face.

It takes some convincing and putting a good amount of distance between them and the group, but eventually Shoyo is able to convince him to play. When the kid gets up from the sand, you can’t help but smile: he’s not nearly as tall as his friends.

It starts with some easy setting drills, then forearm bumps. You’re lying on your tummy now, book in hand but still a few glances curiously directed to where they’re enjoying themselves. You can hear Shoyo’s laugh and see his companion’s now relaxed features, smile beaming as he digs to try and catch your boyfriend’s spikes. He most certainly willingly misses a few of the boy’s ones, dramatically throws himself on the powdery sand now sticking to their chests and backs. Yet, they’re having a good time. While probably risking a sunstroke but still, they’re enjoying themselves.

And so you relax, focus on your designated beach read, content to finally have some time to digest a few additional pages. The main character decides to spend the summer on a remote island in the middle of the pacific ocean, meets a group of friends and begins a dreamy intimate friendship with one attractive, local surf instructor.

You’re devouring the chapter following their one night stand when the shadow of someone crouching down in front of your towel makes your gaze flicker up.

“Hey beautiful”, Shoyo grins, all flushed cheeks and glistening shoulders, “wanna go for a swim with me?”.

He doesn’t apologize for having left so abruptly and, as you push back some of the hair sticking to his forehead, it’s a relief to find yourself not as bruised as you'd feel at the beginning of your relationship. Shoyo has taught you that not every gesture or word carries actual malice: he has his own way of looking at the world and will leave in the middle of a conversation if he witnesses a kid being unfairly tossed aside. It’s what makes him, him. And you love him so much.

“That was very kind of you”, he downplays your compliment instantly, with a shake of the head. Shoyo doesn’t always apologize but he never fails to explain.

“It was nothing, we just played a little. Then one of his friends recognized me and asked for an autograph, so I think Marcelo finally felt more confident. He’s really talented, you know? I told him about all the people who never wanted to play with me either and that he should never allow anyone to tell him that he’s not good enough to do what he loves”, he smiles and then softly grasps the hand still gently running through his locks to press it to his lips.

“Should’ve told him about the little giant”, you grin.

“I did! But he didn’t seem too interested in gringos, was wary of me too when I approached him”.

“Well, I’m pretty sure this particular gringo has made his day”.

Shoyo’s chuckle is soft and you press a kiss to the portion of his knee that is not covered in sand before closing your book with a loud thud and shoving it back into your bag.

“Was I gone for long? Did you get bored?”, he offers a hand to help you stand up and you bask in the comfort of his sincere worry. He may get distracted easily but you’re never not among his priorities.

“Didn’t get bored. Did miss you”.

“Oh no”, a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes, “whatever we should do about that”.

A yelp is heard when he pulls you into him and picks you up in one fluid motion, laugh like a melody when you grumble some nonsense about how sweaty he is and the amount of sand that is now sticking to your body as well.

“See? Now we both need a good rinse” Shoyo kisses your pout away and smiles against the comforting curve of your lips when he feels your legs wrap around his waist.

“Can’t stand you” the good natured affront only makes him chuckle harder as he carries you toward the shore, precious cargo clinging onto him like a koala bear.

“Ah, you were standing for me alright this morning against the wall”.

You furrow your brows as you meet his playful gaze. “I think you’re spending too much time with the wrong Miya twin”.

Tongue in cheek, Shoyo shrugs nonchalantly and tightens his arms around you when you shudder as the water hugs his waist and your ankles. He doesn’t let go and is glad you don’t seem inclined to pull away either, satisfied with being held as you gently wash the sand from his chest and shoulders once your boyfriend settles where the atlantic is deeper but still shallow enough for him to stand.

Shoyo never thought he could’ve loved Rio more than he already does but having you there is an entirely new kind of magic he didn’t believe he’d ever experience. If he didn’t think he’d scare you off and if the rational part of his brain didn’t acknowledge that it would be horribly unfair, it wouldn’t take but a second to ask you to move there with him. For him.

His life is perfect but never complete so long you’re not there to share it. For a fleeting moment his stomach squeezes when the feeble vision of a white dress flashes before his eyes.

“I love you”, he utters softly, “I love that you’re here”. So much.

He thinks of the sunflowers sitting all pretty in a vase right below his kitchen window, an apartment instantly made all the more special. He receives flowers from fans and his family but you’re the only person who regularly gets them for him. Not because it’s his birthday, not to celebrate or as consolation. The first time you went out for dinner he had some red roses and you showed up with an identical bouquet. Then grinned: I just thought you’d like them. He did.

Shoyo knows you like the back of his hand, so there’s no chance he’d miss the slight hesitation in your smile as you murmur that you love him back.

“Something wrong?”,  he searches your features for any hint of discomfort. You huff, offer some sarcasm to cover up your worries.

“Sometimes I’m not entirely sure it’s good to have such a perceptive boyfriend”.

Alarm bells ring into his head, albeit the sound is distant. If something serious was on your mind, surely you would’ve told him.

“Wanna talk about it?” he doesn’t necessarily want to make this about himself but also desperately wants to ask if it’s him who did something to upset you.

“It’s stupid”.

“It’s never stupid if it troubles you”.

It takes a deep breath and the gentle roll of the waves to gather the right words, one of his hands calmingly rubbing soft circles on your back.

“I just… sometimes I guess I find it hard to believe that you miss me”.

Shoyo’s face falls, hand halts its movements.

“What?”.

“This is entirely on me!”, you hope the quick clarification is enough to alleviate the torment written all over his features, “it’s not something I’m blaming you for! You don’t do anything wrong, ever”.

It doesn’t work. The shock melts into genuine heartache.

“Why would you think that?”, his voice comes out thin and low, a broken whisper. Fuck.

“Because I go through illogical moments and feelings. It’s not you who makes me feel like that, it’s just my brain”.

“Where does your brain get that assumption from?”.

You sigh, loosen the hold around his neck. It’s really hard to put your insecurities into words, especially to the one person who never gave you a single reason to doubt about his affection. It makes you feel like an asshole.

Even during such a disheartening moment, Shoyo thinks of you first. He has no trouble sustaining your weight and keeping you pressed against him with one arm alone, as his other hand gently cups your face to tilt it upwards.

“It’s because I’m happy here”. Not a question. He really does know you better than anyone else.

“You are. And I love that you are. I’m just being a jerk”.

Truth is, you miss him so much it feels unbearable at times. You’d go through such horrible days, hours long crying sessions, only to then open up your instagram and find posts and stories of him laughing, smiling, always having the time of his life. You’d never want him to feel miserable, he deserves everything he has and more. But you’d lie if you said it didn’t occasionally sting. You’d lie if you said you never felt like he didn’t need you after all.

Shoyo hums as he resumes his soft rubbing, thumb gently skimming over the skin under your eye.

“I am happy. I love living in this country and the people in it. I love my job. I’m lucky, my life is perfect”.

“I know. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, his thumb is now pressing onto your lips as a tiny smile stretches his.

“And yet. It’s only complete if you’re with me. Did your brain know that?” he tilts his head to the side “I always miss you. When I’m playing, when I’m not playing, if I’m out with the team, while having breakfast, as I go to sleep. If you’re not where I am, I miss you. I’m happy but I’m not whole. Tell that to your brain for me, yeah?”.

He chuckles when you just look at him, stunned.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper once more.

“Ah, man!”, Shoyo’s laugh is jovial, “I wish I could buy this beach. I wish it was just ours, no people around. Then I could show you just how much I missed you”.

“Shoyo!”, you click your tongue in disapproval.

His gaze softens, genuine affection oozing from a stare so sincere it makes your heart flutter. “I’d buy you this beach if I could. All the beaches. Hell, the entire country. You know that, right? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’d buy you the planet, the entire world, then break the news to everyone else. Too bad, guys, you have to leave! It’s ours now”.

“You’re so silly”, despite the smile, there’s a tiny quiver to your voice and you hope to fuck you don’t burst out crying in the middle of the atlantic ocean just because your boyfriend is in love with you. He means it, you know he does. If someone told him there was a way to buy the planet for you, he’d actually do it. Hinata says what’s on his mind at all times, never been one to lie or exaggerate: he’s just like that, hand-on-heart honest.

“Yeah. And I love you. Please don’t forget that or I’m gonna have to purchase the earth”, his grin is infectious and you can’t help but mirror it as you run a hand through his hair, dampening the shorter bangs into a darker burnt sienna.

“Don’t need it. I have you, you’re already my world”, the second the words fall from your lips you gag so loudly a few tourists turn to look, Shoyo’s mirthful laughter filling your ears and heart. “God, I was never this corny. Look what you turned me into, I think I’m gonna be sick”, your grimace is adorable to him and, judging by the pinkish hue emerging on tanned skin and among freckles, he’s not exactly opposed to sappiness.

“I think you should kiss me”, Shoyo mumbles, but it’s a formality really, because his hand leaves your face cold as he pulls you into a breathless kiss by the back of your head. It’s not entirely appropriate to kiss like that with people around but he chases you whenever you try to pull back, determination burning fiercely as he keeps you pressed against his body.

It feels more than perfect. It feels whole. It feels like everything he’ll ever need.

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satc!clark kent x fem!reader ౨ৎ nyc au ೄྀ࿐ part one

౨ৎ alternate universe, adult au, no powers, human!clark, language, alcohol, smoking (cigarettes), a hint of sexual innuendos, hella sexual tension, horny reader(??) & bad writing.

At times, the occasional cigarette could be so freeing. Especially if you were in attendance for one of the most extravagant art gallery openings in the city. The idea alone of a freshly lit cigarette on a rooftop in New York City was liberating to you.

Truth be told, the skyline had never looked more marvelous. You believed that this very well could have been the best spot in the city to observe its beauty. How lucky you were to stumble upon it when in dire need of a cigarette.

You were dressed to the nines. The most gorgeous dark purple halter top gown clutched your curves in all the right places. The beaded detail of even darker purple half-swirls made the dress so breathtaking—aside from the enchanting woman inside of it. And your hair? An updo was in your cards no doubt. The stunning shimmer from the silver gems placed perfectly on top of your curled bun made you even more sensational. However, your once blackberry aroma was now masked by the smell of tobacco.

As you observed the city, the bright lights, the pedestrians walking at night, the loud taxi honks—you felt unconditional serenity. Leaning on the sturdy cement railing, you flicked out some ash from your cigarette. Bringing it back to your plush lips to inhale another puff of relaxation. Nonetheless, it would seem that the universe had other plans for you.

There was only one entrance to the rooftop. Truthfully, the roof’s elevator enclosure was the tiniest in the city. With just enough room for the singular elevator doors to open, the design left little space for the double glass doors that led outside to function. However, being New York, this was to be expected.

Breaking you out of your trance, the racket from the elevator’s motions was louder than you had recalled. Just a few minutes ago you, yourself were riding upon it in hopes of making it to the roof. But now, you watched and waited for the culprit to reveal themself from the noisy elevator.

Leaning further back onto the railing, you placed both of your elbows behind you. Your head tilted as you tried to make out who the figure was. As the doors clicked shut, a man you had never had the privilege of spotting before made his very way outside. You were no longer alone.

He was gorgeous, no doubt. His tux fit him nicely, his blazer hugging at his muscular arms. The stranger’s hair was dark, though it complimented him well. You appeared to be starstruck by a man you had never seen before.

Placing the cigarette to your lips, you let out a crooked grin. “D’you come to hide out too?” you smiled, exhaling the smoke.

In all honesty, you weren't hiding out. You had come to the gallery with a few of your closest girlfriends and you were having a great time. It was just that a few of them had already run off with their gentleman suitors for the night or they had taken a little too much advantage of the endless champagne tower. Leaving you to crave fresh air and nicotine.

He chuckled softly at your question, his radiant blue eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” His hair ruffled in the wind as he approached you. He was tall, like a movie star. Yeah, he was old Hollywood pretty. “I’m not one for art galleries,” he explained putting his hands in his pockets.

You chuckled. You wondered why he would even make the effort to attend one, considering his distaste. “What, you're here for the champagne then?” you asked jokingly, flicking some ash off your cigarette in the process.

The dark-haired man smiled, making his way over to the railing you were leaning on. His eyes traced the details of the city, before making their way back to you. “That and it’s a friend of mine’s exhibit,” he informed you. Oh, so he was supportive. Handsome, puts his needs before others. Could be worse. “I’m Clark, by the way.” he extended his hand to you.

Trading hands for your cigarette, you rested it in between your index and middle finger on your left hand—allowing your right hand to reach out and connect with his large palm. “It's nice to meet you, Clark.” you smile up at him as your hands interlock. “I’m y/n.” you introduce yourself, letting go of his grasp.

Moving your body off of the railing, you turn to face him completely. His eyes trail over your face for a moment before he speaks again. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he chuckles, leaving you confused. “You’re stunning,” he confessed, leaving your cheeks a bright red.

Reaching a hand into your bag you smile at the complement. Unsure if he was drunk or just always this forward, you gave in to his attention. “You smoke?” you asked reaching a hand into your small black purse.

Clark’s gaze drifted to your purse. He watched as you pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He observed you as you flicked the ashes off of your cigarette once more. “On the occasion,” he smiled, locking eyes with you as he flashed his sharp teeth.

You shook the red and white package, hitting it gently against the palm of your hand. Then you took another drag of your cigarette. “Yeah,” you exhaled the smoke. “me too.” You opened the carton’s lid, pointing it to Clark.

Naturally, he obliged, reaching two of his long fingers to grab a cancer stick. He was intrigued by your confidence and carefree attitude. Taking a cigarette out of the carton, he placed it to his lips. He eyed you as you placed the pack back into your bag and out pulled a leopard print lighter.

“Gotta light?” his voice muffled due to the object in between his lips. His words were teasing, because you had a light for him. Hell, you had many things for him. He was smirking at the lighter in your hands, waiting for your next move.

You smiled at him, placing your nearly dead cigarette in between your lips to hold it. Your polished fingers went to the spark wheel, trying repeatedly until a light of fire flashed before the two of you. You moved closer to Clark, meeting his cigarette with your flame. Your eyes locked with his the whole time. His hands reached up to block the wind and naturally, yours did too. When your hands grazed it felt as if the scene before you was provocative, even though it wasn't at all. Right?

Removing your hands you watched as Clark enjoyed his long drag of nicotine. He pulled away, head leaning back a bit as he closed his eyes. Clearing your throat, you moved to put the lighter back up in your bag. You had never seen someone so beautiful. But there he was, bumming off you're liberating tobacco stick.

You, on the other hand, were done with your cigarette. Lifting your left leg slightly up, you put out the shallow flame on the back of your red-bottomed heel. You walked away from Clark and toward a trash bin, tossing the butt away.

“So,” he flicked some ash off. “What brings you here?” he asked, smiling at you as his eyes raked over your body.

“What, to the roof or to the party?” you chuckled, returning to your spot by Clark.

“Why not both?” he teased, inhaling his coffin nail.

You grinned, looking at your feet and then back up to him. “For the party, I came with some friends. We just wanted to go out, you know. But uh, they're either drunk or getting fucked so. As for the roof, I just really wanted a fucking cigarette.” You confessed, looking out at the skyline. “But, I think I may have found the best view in the whole city.” You spoke, admiring the busy night life.

Clark took a puff, blowing the smoke away from your pretty face. “Yeah? I think I may have too.” He flirted, a wide grin glued to his pinky lips.

You chuckled a little bit taken aback by his forwardness. “Clark,” you choked out. “you’re a flirt.” You stated, still chuckling.

“I’m serious!” he defended, stomping his cigarette out on the ground. His hands found their way to your forearms. “Let me take you out, y/n. Any place in the city.” Clark grinned.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you drunk?” you asked.

“No, but you're fucking gorgeous! And not to mention good company. Come on, tomorrow night what’d you say?”

He was eager. But he was also sexy. Who were you to tell him no? “Alright.” you grinned, watching his face form into pure happiness.

“You darling, will not regret this.” He spoke, placing a kiss on your left hand.

Maybe, just maybe Clark Kent could be the exact solution to your loneliness in New York City. Maybe he could liberate you. Maybe he could be your sweet release.

[chocochannie]

Soft touches

☆Theodore Nott x gn!reader, fluff

English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!!

It was friday evening. You were heading to the library as usual. At this time, there weren't many students, so you could peacefully read. Stepping into a big dark room with many shelves filled with old books and candles flying everywhere, you smelled a familiar scent. God, how you loved this place.

As you sat at your usual seat in the back of the library and opened your book, you heard footsteps getting closer to you. You looked up and saw Theodore Nott.

You didn't talk much to him, but you were crushing on him for ages but wouldn't admit it, even to your best friend or even yourself. He was more like the quiet type of person. He didn't speak much, and you always wondered why he was friends with Draco and Mattheo. They were the complete opposite, loud, outgoing, mean, and always partying. Theo is kindhearted, he may seem scary and imitating, but that's far from the truth.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" He said, pointing to the seat beside you.

The library is almost empty, why would he want to sit here?

"Not at all, go ahead." You said slightly smiling at him.

He sat down and took out a sketchbook from his bag. You didn't know he liked to draw. You tried to subtly look at his drawings as he flipped the pages.

The sketchbook was filled with beautiful landscapes, animals, and portraits of people you've never seen before but also of his friends, even some teachers. They were mostly drawn with pencils, but some of them, especially landscapes, were painted. They were absolutely beautiful. You've been so caught up in admiring his work that you didn't see that he noticed this.

"Well.. I know it might sound weird, but could you pose for me? I mean, it's totally fine if not, but you look so pretty right now, and I'd love to capture this.. gosh, that sounded creepy, I'm sorry." He said.

It really caught you off guard but didn't fail to make you blush slightly.

"Don't be sorry. Thank you, and yeah, I could do that. Should I move?" You said hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you are.

"Not really, just do this..." he said, taking your hand in his and moving it to your face. His cold finger tips brushing against your cheek.

His hand was so soft. His gorgeous eyes were looking straight into yours. How could you be so madly in love with him?

You didn't move a muscle as he started drawing you. His blue eyes scanning every inch of you. The only thing you could hear was the rain outside. You were as focused on him as he was on you. His dark curls falling onto his forehead, his pale skin that reminded you of the moon, his sleepy bright eyes, his soft pink lips, his long, skinny fingers. All this made you fall for him, he was breathtaking.

He finally finished and showed you the drawing.

"Here it is. It's not perfect but I hope you'll like it" he said handing it to you.

It was marvelous, he drew you exactly how you look like, added every little detail.

"You can keep it, sorry I have to go, I promised Draco I'll help him with his assignment." Right after he spoke, he rushed out of the library. You didn't even have time to thank him.

Sighing you stood up, but the piece of paper fell. You picked it up and saw text on the back.

"Would you like to go to hogsmeade on a date with me? I think im falling for you more every day."

You also think you're falling for him more everyday, if that's even possible.

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candlelight 🕯️

hii it’s me again! congratulations on 1k!! i’ve thinking about this recently (a lot) because im seriously in my miguel ohara kick🥰

but can you do shy & nerdy reader with popular miguel who are dating?? he adores making her flustered and how shy she is.

he makes her ask for his help because he knows how badly she needs him? because she’s just so stressed out about school and stuff? as always if you’re not comfortable writing totally ignore this! this is my first time requesting smut so i don’t know if it’s silly or not! but if you write it i know you’ll do good by it bc ur such an amazing writer😌

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hiiii, thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting! ahhh, i'm so thrilled you asked for miguel; i was dying to write him and probably will more, especially if people want; i hope you like it! i hope i got enough of the request in here

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader word count: 2.2k notes: modern au, established relationship, fluff, smut (i'm going to keep with marking where it gets smutty, though, bc it's like a full fluff fic before any smut, for those who only want the fluff; MDNI!) part of my 1k celebration!

for anyone who doesn’t speak spanish, i don't want translations to be annoying in the middle or for you to have to scroll to the end, so thought putting them here was best: mi amor / amor mío: my love / literally something like love of mine but works more like emphasis cariño: term of endearment kind of like dear, literally affection mami: another term of endearment, more often cheeky or sexier descansa: rest dime: tell me que maravilla: a joke from the movie, literally what a marvel / wonder, kind of like how wonderful or even just amazing hope i didn't miss any others

The phone buzzing beside you startles you almost completely out of your chair. Coffee makes you jumpy. An entire pot in one night makes you… suspect what you’d be like on cocaine. You’d thought you��d put it on silent. No phone till at least one paper is done, you’d told yourself. Finals had you reeling, and you were desperate to make some progress. When you grab your phone, you see a text from Miguel:

You take your headphones off, and sure enough, a moment later hear a knock at the door. You open it to a Miguel in loose sweatpants and hoodie, dark hair messy, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Even these clothes could do nothing to hide the impressive broadness of his shoulders. 

“Hey, baby,” he says through a bright smile. He kisses your cheek and steps into the apartment. “I know you were trying to focus, but I was getting worried.” “Sorry, I had my headphones on; the neighbors were being too loud again, and I really needed to focus.” “No, not the waiting at your door, mi amor. I’m talking about all of… this,” he gestures wildly around the apartment then his gaze lands on you. “Those dishes were there when I was here days ago, and even though I’m pretty sure adding anything to that tower would topple it, you haven’t. When’s the last time you ate?” “I ha—“ you begin to retort, but he cuts you off. “And I mean real food.” You start again but just give up and shrug. “And you.” He steps close to you and frames your face with his hands. You lean into his touch as he caresses your face. “Baby, you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” You blush and look down immediately. 

It used to be worse, before you got together. When you were confused about his even noticing you, and instead he’d flirted with you. Even now that he was your boyfriend, it took very little from him to fluster you.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He always does.

“Don’t you? My gorgeous,” he kisses one warm cheek, “gorgeous,” he kisses the other, “girl,” he gives your nose a concluding peck. 

You nod shyly. “C’mon, cariño. Tell me,” he encourages, his tone still teasing but ever adoring. “I want to hear it." “I know you think I’m pretty,” you whisper. “Pretty? No, amor mío, I think flowers and bright colors are pretty; the ocean or a view of the mountains, too. But you, you are beauty personified.” “Miguel, stop,” you whisper through the smile you can’t help, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs lightly. His hand comes to your hair and scratches lovingly.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He gives your forehead a kiss. “Before I told you you look terrible, baby.” He starts laughing loudly and holds you closer into his hug when you smack his chest and try to pull away. 

“That’s so mean!” gets muffled into his sweatshirt. “It’s not mean; it’s true. You’re still beautiful, but you need a break.” “I can’t, Miguel. I’m drowning in work still, and you know being sick last week really got me behind, and it feels like no matter how long I sit there, I’m no closer to finishing anything, and you’re right my apartment is falling apart, but every time I do something else I feel guilty for stalling on work, and, and —“

Before you can find another overwhelming thing to list, Miguel is hushing you and stroking your back in his warm embrace.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He sways you lightly then pulls back a bit to look into your eyes. His hands are caressing your face again, and his fingers brush lightly under your eyes, where you know there are dark circles, as he whispers, “You haven’t slept.” He sounds sad rather than accusatory. 

“Okay,” he starts softly. “Look, I know how much you have on your plate, and I’m not telling you you’re wrong to be stressed. I get it. But you can’t get it done like this, running on fumes and caffeine. How about this? I’m going to help you relax tonight, you’re going to forget about everything you have to do, you’re going to sleep well, and then tomorrow morning you’ll get back to it all.” “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. And I’ll rest after finals.” Just then a car horn blares near your window, making you jump cartoonishly. “Yeah, you seem totally fine,” Miguel deadpans teasingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, Y/N… And accepting a little a help, okay?”

You nod lightly. “Great,” he gives you a quick peck and moves toward your kitchen, hunting around your barren fridge and cabinets. “Here’s the game plan then. You are going to put on your favorite playlist then go take a warm shower for as long as you like. Your kitchen is as empty as your stomach, so I am going to run down the street to pick up some empanadas then I’ll work on cleaning up this war zone a little bit when I get back.”

“You don’t have to clean.” “Stop fighting me,” he tsks. “Besides you know I don’t mind cleaning. I’m glad I’m not hearing complaints about the food at least,” he laughs. “I love empanadas,” you whisper defeatedly. He cackles. “Who doesn’t?” He kisses you as he moves past you toward the door. “Be back soon. No working! I expect you in the shower when I get back.” You quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. You were still too shy to say anything teasing, but he’d been working you out of your shell during your time together. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t really like that aspect of being with Miguel. 

His eyebrows mimic yours, and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t give me that look, mami, or you’re not getting me out the door, and you’ll miss out on the empanadas.”

You pull the neck of your shirt up to cover your face, making him laugh. You hear him bound back over to you from the door. He pulls your shirt back down, gives you a short but intense kiss, then heads out. 

Miguel is back before you know it. You are in fact in the shower when you hear him return. You’re already rinsing, but you linger a little longer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water easing the stresses off your tense body. 

When you leave your room to join him again, you’re immediately hit with the delicious smell of food. You see it resting on the counter and find Miguel washing your dishes. 

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso, resting your head on his back. “Hola, cariño,” he coos. “I’m almost done.” You nod into him, humming.

When he finishes up, he turns in your arms, bringing his own large ones around you. He leans down and kisses you softly. “Hungry?” 

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles. 

You opt to eat on the sofa, getting comfy. Miguel does most of the talking. Between how tired and how hungry you are, you don’t have the energy or available mouth to talk much. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to regale you with his silly stories.

When you finish, Miguel cleans up, holding you down and giving you a faux menacing look when you try to get up to help. 

When he comes back, he settles much closer to you than he had been before. You relish his warmth, physical and emotional, and lean into him. 

“Turn around,” he whispers.

“Hm?” “Like this.” He adjusts your body so you’re facing away from him and starts massaging your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were until the amazing feeling of its being relieved somewhat.

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“Miguel,” you exhale approvingly, earning a chuckle.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck deliciously, “Reminds me of other times you end up whining my name.”

It’s shocking how quickly he works you up. You turn to look at him, and when you do, his expression shifts from teasing to intrigued.

“Oh?” he asks. He smirks. “I know that look.” He leans in and kisses your neck sloppily, and you whimper. You’re embarrassed at the sound, but he seems to like it. You feel him smile against the skin under your jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but I need to know what that is to give it to you.” His voice is much lower but just as mischievous.

“Miguel,” you complain. “Dime, mi amor.” 

“I —“ Any other words get caught in your throat. Your throat he’s busy sucking on.

“Please, baby. C’mon, I know you can. Tell me what you want.” He runs his teeth along your neck like he knows you like. You often joke he feels like he has fangs when he does. “I want you,” you tell him. 

“Yeah?” “Mhm…”

“I’m yours, mami. How do you want me?”

“I want you to make me feel good.” “Oh, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” He punctuates his words with kisses, working his way up your neck, your jaw, your mouth. “Tell me how,” he whispers, and you feel his lips grazing yours with each word.

You want to relax, and you know exactly what relaxes you the most. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyebrows jump in surprise. Such directness was unlike you. Your exhaustion was probably weakening your filter, and the way he was already making you feel certainly wasn’t helping it. You almost get shy about it, but when you see just how dark his eyes have gotten, see his Adam’s apple bob and his bottom lip come between his teeth, you keep yourself from shrinking away. He nods slowly, staring deeply into your eyes, then kisses you hard. “Get naked,” he says gruffly. 

Already starting to do as he says, you weakly whisper, “You too?” He chuckles lightly but obliges quickly. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing him like this. He’s so beautiful. His broad chest and toned abs; his caramel skin and dark hair.

You look back at his face and find he’s noticed you staring at his body. He’s so confident, you think he’s going to tease you about it. Instead, with an adoring smile, he tells you, “That’s how I feel when I see you, too.” You lean up and kiss him, pouring all the emotions you can’t articulate in words into it. 

Without disconnecting your lips, his body guides yours back down until you’re completely prone. He keeps kissing you until you’re breathless, lovingly attends to your neck and down your chest. He lingers there, his tongue making you arch your back, pushing your body up into the sensations he’s delivering. He sucks harder at your visceral reaction then hotly finishes his path down, his face now aligned between your thighs.

He looks at you intently and whispers, “Que maravilla.”

He looks up at you, eyes black storms you lose yourself in as his mouth connects with your body. 

From your delightful vantage point, you watch his muscular shoulders contort as he moves to pleasure you. He looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying it, and seeing him so into it gives you confidence. You start subtly moving your hips in rhythm with his motions. His hands tighten where they hold your thighs, and, mortified, you interpret this as his telling you to stay still, so you do. 

Then Miguel shakes his head hard — the vibrations of which shoot shocking pleasure into you — and he pants, “Keep doing that. Show me how you want it.” His strong grip pushes and pulls you in a movement close to what you were just doing. You take over and move faster. He’s nodding now, and the shake of it has your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

You’re making loud whimpering sounds when you yell, “Mi — ahh — Migueeell.” He doubles his efforts, picking up his pace and pressing hard against you. You come on his face, and he looks feral as he eats you through it. When you’re done, he licks up your entire slit before shuffling his body back over yours. You’re chest to chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your head. “Good?” 

Your cheeks warm, and you nod shyly. He giggles and gives you a peck. “You’re adorable, mi amor.”

Your legs feel delightfully like jelly as you move them, wrapping them around his waist. He hums approvingly and gives one thigh a tight squeeze, pulling it impossibly closer to his body. He begins stroking it as he kisses you lazily. Your hands entwine in his thick hair, stroke his strong back, hold him close.

When he shifts his weight slightly on top of you, you notice his hardness against your body.

“You want me to…” you whisper, thrusting your hips up into his in place of words.

“Uh-uh, maybe in a little bit, baby, but for right now, I just want you to relax.” 

He continues kisses you languidly, enveloping you in his body heat, and as you close your eyes and melt into the sensations, you’re sure you’re going to have no trouble sleeping soundly tonight. 

[woncheolisms]

kinktober 2023 -> day 26

degradation - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

word count: 674

warnings: degrading language obviously, don’t read it if that offends you, fingering, swearing, nsfw content, praise towards the end

word count: 676

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The room was dark and silent, illuminated only by the streetlight that shone in through the open curtains. It fell over the bed in one long, yellow stripe, trailing over your naked, shivering legs. Sakusa took in the sight, breathing deeply and marveling at how gorgeous your writhing, bare figure looked in the restricted light. He knew your mind was already half gone, legs contracting and relaxing with every movement of his long, skilled fingers inside you. You were breathing hard, sweat building up on your hairline, hands fisted in the sheets beside your head. In the dim light, Sakusa could see the unshed tears shimmering in your eyes.

You were a vision. But he wasn’t going to tell you in those words.

“Dirty girl,” he murmured. “Pathetic little slut. Opening your legs for me so willingly. Have you no shame?”

You whimpered, face scrunching and lip trembling as the tears finally escaped your eyes. Sakusa’s tone was as harsh as his words, but the way you clenched so tight around him told him just how much you loved it when he got like this.

And Sakusa? He thrived in it.

His fingers curled in you, pushing and pulling until you were crying out, eyes squeezing shut. He roughly pushed in, knuckle deep, prodding at the little spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars. You reacted instantly, gasping and arching up into him, legs jerking.

“Listen to these filthy noises,” he continued. “Listen to the way you sound. Whore. That’s what you are, right? Just a convenient whore.”

“Yes!” You squeaked. “I am.”

Sakusa bit back a moan at how wrecked you already sounded, how much you got off on the distaste in his voice. He felt every last bit of his blood rush to his dick, fueling his desire to finger you into oblivion. He ran his thumb roughly over your clit, watching you keen at the feeling.

“You love this.” He groaned as he watched you weep on his fingers, eyeing the juices trailing down his hand and dripping at his wrist. “Making a mess all over me and the bed. So desperate, it’s embarrassing.”

“Please,” you managed to gasp, sounding so pornographic it almost made Sakusa cum. “Omi, please. Wanna- I….. want-”

“Wanna cum?” He finished for you, staring at the trail of drool running from the corner of your mouth as your eyes crossed. “That’s all it took to fuck you dumb? You’re so easy, you slut. Do you even deserve to cum?”

He sped up his fingers as he talked, ignoring the cramp forming in his bicep, focused solely on making sure that you fall apart on his hand.

“Can’t hold it!” You shrieked, trying to grab his wrist to try and stop him. Sakusa ignored your attempts, reveling in how panicked you looked. “Can’t- Omi, I’m cumming-”

He tsked. “You have no self control, do you? Completely useless for anything except taking cock. Come on then, whore. Cum on my hand.”

And then you arched up impossibly high, gripping his wrist tight until all Sakusa could do was curl his fingers inside you over and over, prolonging your already very intense orgasm. You choked and gasped, eyes rolling up in your head, and Sakusa wondered how you would feel clenching this hard around his cock instead. It was a feeling he intended to realize very soon.

As you breathed hard, coming down from your high, tears still swimming between your eyelids, struggling to stay conscious, Sakusa leaned close to you, lips brushing over the skin of your neck and the shell of your ear.

“Beautiful.” He whispered. “So gorgeous. So perfect for me. So, so pretty.”

He ran gentle hands down your sides, your outer thighs, soothing their trembling. He continued to pour into your skin every sweet word he thought about you, every ounce of love he felt with his closed off heart.

He had a weird way of expressing himself. He was just happy he found someone who understood him regardless.

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Horrible People

Tony Stark x Plus Size!f!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Cyberbullying, allusions to a panic attack

Request: i just noticed you wrote for marvel and better off you wrote for tony. I was hoping you could write me a story about tony meeting a bigger girl and starting to date her and he finds out someone made fun of her in the tabloids and she gets insecure but he makes her feel positive again? it would mean alot really.

@lilacprincessofrecovery Happy Birthday! I wrote this really fast for you so I hope you enjoy it! Have a great day lovely!

Never in your life did you think you’d be walking the carpet at the MET Gala. Never mind the fact that tickets were 75k each and that was more than you made in a year, you weren’t on any kind of list that might’ve warranted an invitation. But Tony was.

Your wonderful and loving boyfriend of a year, Tony Stark, was definitely the kind of person that got an invite to the most exclusive event of the year. And because he loved you and knew that this was something you’d enjoy, he’d told his assistant to send an RSVP to Anna and to reach out to any designers who wanted to work with him. 

The process of getting fitted for your dress was a unique one, Tony wanted you to be comfortable so he had asked the designer to meet with the two of you at his home in Malibu. That meant that you were wildly uncomfortable, standing in a mockup of a dress that was more luxurious and ostentatious than anything you owned, but at least you were doing it in your living room. The entire process from consultation to fitting to actually getting ready the day of was about six months, you had no idea that it took that long to get this kind of thing ready but you weren’t exactly surprised.

Tony had insisted that the two of you get ready in the same hotel room, mostly so that he could shower you in compliments all day.

“Look at you Pretty Girl, you look gorgeous.”

“Damn Baby, that color looks really good on you.”

“Are you sure we have to go? I could spend all night staring at you and have way more fun.” That one earned him a glare from you followed by, “Tony… I’ve been getting ready for three hours already. We’re going.” 

Tony’s compliments really worked though, you felt amazing and the nerves that you had woken up with had dissipated at his relentless teasing and flirting throughout the day. Alas, they came back with a vengeance when it was time to actually leave for the carpet. Tony had escorted you down to the lobby where the two of you were told to wait while Happy and the rest of the security team established a path through the mix of fans and paparazzi that were crowded in front of the hotel entrance. When you were given the go-ahead, Tony placed his hand in the middle of your back and curled you into his side. He took measured but quick steps to get you into the car as soon as possible, not stopping for a picture or autographs even if the crowd was yelling for his attention.

Once you were seated in the back of the black town car, Tony kissed the back of your hand. 

“That was the worst of it, Darling, from now everything will be smooth sailing.”

You didn’t know how he thought that walking up a long ass flight of stairs in the most elaborate dress you’ve ever worn while being blinded by flashes of cameras could be considered ‘smooth sailing’ but you knew that with Tony by your side nothing could really go that wrong. 

Stepping out of the car and into the entrance of the event was like stepping into another world, people a lot more famous than you were everywhere, all dressed to the nines and laughing while talking to each other.

Tony’s hand in yours was grounding, and so was the little kiss that he gently placed on the side of your head, being mindful of the time and energy that went into your hair and makeup for the evening.

Eventually, it was your turn to walk the carpet. You were being lectured by a woman in a simpler black dress with a headset. Telling you that you had to walk fast enough to keep pace but not too fast that you run into the person ahead of you. She told you that everyone had time to stop for one interview and no time to dilly dally or you’d throw off the rhythm of the whole event.

You tried your best to make sure that no terror was showing on your face when you and Tony took your first steps out of the corral and onto the carpet. Immediately you were blinded by flashes and had to stop yourself from flinching. Meanwhile Tony looked like he was in his element, posing effortlessly in his themed suit all while never removing his hand from your body. 

He subtly pushed you forward and made eye contact with you the man you didn’t move forward. He raised an eyebrow at you, “you okay?” His expression asked.

He leaned closer to you and whispered with his face turned away from the cameras, “One word and we go home, no questions asked.” 

The warmth that spread across your face was thankfully covered thanks to the masterful makeup that had been applied. Tony’s words did the trick though. And with much more confidence than you had just moments before you stepped forward and saunter to the next spot that you had been told to go stand at.

A smirk spread across Tony’s face and he followed your lead, strutting along behind you and cheesing for the cameras. 

After that, it really was smooth sailing. You and Tony took pictures together and apart, you walked the carpet flawlessly and he couldn’t have been prouder. You had a great evening, and you met some people that you five years ago would’ve screamed cried, and thrown up at the prospect of meeting let alone having an actual conversation with. 

Once the main event had died down and most of the attendees were either heading home or to some after-party or another you and Tony had decided to call it quits as well, after all, he might’ve been a billionaire genius ex-playboy philanthropist but you were a normal human being and needed to be at work the day after. 

The two of you were still immaculately dressed when he leaned over in the car with his signature mischievous grin, “Hey Pretty Girl, are you hungry?”

“What?” You laughed in reply

“Are you hungry?” He asked again his smirk not faltering.

“We can order room services when we get back to the hotel, Tony.”

“Or Sweetheart, hear me out. We could go get burgers. I know this great hole-in-the-wall spot and it’s only five minutes away.”

“Tony, neither of us is exactly dressed for hole-in-the-wall right now.”

“Who cares? I don’t, I’m hungry and I want to share a burger with my amazing and sexy girlfriend and a great place that I know. The only thing keeping me from doing that is her being hesitant.”

“You're being pushy you know that? But sure, let’s go get burgers.”

“Happy, change the course please, let’s go to Mc’Rory’s for a burger and a drink,” Tony called up to his forehead of security who had assigned himself and your driver for the evening.

“Want to stop at the hotel first boss?” Happy raised a single brow and made eye contact with Tony through the rearview mirror.

“Nope, just head straight there we’re hungry.”

“Oh-Kay.” Happy replied. 

The place was a literal hole in the wall, after the space needed for the kitchen where there was only room for two tables, and You and Tony took up one while you waited for your orders to be done, Happy was sitting at the other, also waiting for his food but wanting to give the two of you some space.

“So Honey, did you have fun?” Tony asked

“I don’t know if fun is the word but I had a good time, I definitely don’t want to come back though.”

“Why not? I get invited every year I just have never had a reason to go before now.”

“What new and compelling reason did you have for this year?” You chuckled.

“I had a gorgeous date to go with who I wanted to show off.” He looked into your eyes and you were once again struck with how much love you had for this man and how much love he had for you. The world had not been kind to Tony Stark but you would spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to him.

“Well shucks, I guess I had a pretty swell date too.” 

“You sound like you’ve been spending too much time with Mr. Righteous and his Boy Wonder.”

“I wouldn’t say that Bucky is Boy Wonder more like a broodier and more cyborg version of Steve.”

“And why are we talking about those dinosaurs?”

“You brought them up!”

“And now I’m changing the topic, did you get a chance to read through the article I sent you the other day?” 

The two of you continued talking until your orders were placed at the table between the two of you. At which point both of you realized that it had been something like nine hours since either of you had anything decent or filling to eat and the conversation ended while you both pretty much inhaled your dinner.

You must’ve looked like quite the pair. Both of you dressed the way you were, in corresponding outfits covered in flora and fauna motifs while devoting a burger in a red booth. It was defined top ten on your surrealist moments' lists which has gotten significantly longer since you started dating Tony, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Your night ended very similarly to how it started. With Tony showering you with compliments in a hotel room, only this time you weren’t getting all dolled up. This time you were barefaced with your hair mussed up and comfy pjs covering your body. It made your heart flutter that Tony still thought you were beautiful even when you were dressed down to your most basic. There was no makeup trickery or shapewear smoothing your body at that moment, just you and all your imperfections, and Tony looked at them and saw nothing but beauty. 

You crawled into the large bed and waited for him to turn off the lights and join you. He played down only seconds after you and pulled you so that you were halfway on top of him, your head tucked nicely into the dip of his neck.

“I really love you, you know that?” You whispered into the dark of the room.

“I love you too, so much Angel.”

The two of you fell asleep within minutes.

The next morning you were awoken to the buzzing of your phone against the wood of the nightstand, Tony’s phone vibrating just as viciously on his side of the bed. 

You figured that it was pictures of the two of you groom last night and opened your phone to see all the high-quality images that were being posted everywhere of the two of you on the carpet. And you weren’t wrong, the images blowing up were of the two of you and they were from last night but they weren’t on the carpet. Apparently you and Tony had been pretty lax in your observation skills last night or you would’ve noticed the person taking your pictures outside of the burger joint. Because there it was, all over your phone. Pictures of you and Tony still in your fancy outfits pigging out on burgers with various captions, each more vicious than the last. 

The one that really caught you off guard was on some celeb gossip page, “Tony Stark takes unknown to Met Gala: he can do better” It wasn’t the worst one there was by far. There were all kinds of ribs being made about your size, about the way you ate, about everything. It wasn’t until someone said the words that were always floating around in the back of your mind out loud that you really began to fall apart. 

It was your gasping breaths that woke Tony up. He noticed you sitting upright in the bed next to him, phone in hand and tears streaming down your face.

“Woah, woah baby what’s going on? What’s wrong?!” He shot up too, getting on your level. You only handed him the phone unable to get any words out.

He looked briefly at the images across the screen at first not seeing the problem. It was a cute picture, very ‘the two of you’ to be dressed up and eating burgers in a dive like that but when he read the caption he saw red. 

Your choked sob brought him back from the brink of rage but he filed the feeling away for later, he’d track down whoever had written the nasty words, the cameraman, the publisher. Anyone and everyone involved in making you cry would be paying for it later.

He pulled you into his arms and winced when you started to cry harder. As much as he wanted to get to the bottom of it you weren’t in a place to talk yet. He just had to take care of you until you were. 

It was difficult marching the two of you out of bed without letting go of you but he managed, all the while smoothing a hand up and down your back and whispering praises into your head.

“Doing so good Pretty Girl, breathe, yeah just like that.”

“It’s gonna be okay, we’ll talk in a little bit.”

“Thats it, you’re doing so well.”

He guided you to the shower and turned the water to a warm temperature, not wanting to force you to feel anything too harsh at the moment.

Slowly and step by step he walked through your morning routine, washing your hair for you and helping you with your face routine. 

When he looked into your eyes and saw a daft tenderness he knew that you were going to be okay, the both of you. 

Even if he knew that it would make you upset he knew that the two of you needed to talk about everything, getting it out into the open was the only way that it wouldn’t come back to bite you later. 

“Okay, Darling. I’m going to go get breakfast for us, you take your time getting dressed and when I come back we can eat and talk okay?”

You nodded, “Okay.” He hated how he could still hear the sadness in your voice but he pushed a kiss to your lips and grabbed his phone before making his exit. All you heard as he left was Tony on the phone, “Hap- I got a job for you” and the door was closed.

You let yourself breathe for just a moment longer before moving to do as Tony said, and getting dressed before sitting back down in the middle of the bed. You didn’t dare pick your phone back up, just sitting in silence until he walked back through the door holding a brown bag.

“I got breakfast burritos from that brunch place down the street okay?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” You didn’t think you’d actually be able to eat anything.  

There was a slightly tense silence between the two of you for a few moments as Tony gave you your food and then sat down across from you with his.

“I’m sorry” you both blurted out at the same time.

“Woah, sweetheart what are you sorry for?”

“I don’t know… for not being enough, for being too much. Take your pick.” 

“Okay none of that pretty girl, you are none of those things you are just right, you are absolutely perfect let’s get that straight right now.”

“But- you saw-“

“Nug-uh what I saw was some random person who doesn’t know either of us, spewing hate behind a screen. I saw horrible people being horrible for no reason and that is not your fault Baby.”

“I’m still sorry, I saw how mad you were, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“You didn’t make me upset at all Babe, none of how I was feeling this morning was your fault okay? None of it.”

“Well- wait. Did you say you were sorry? Why the hell are you sorry?”

“I should’ve been watching better last night. I was just so focused on you and how relaxed I was feeling with you that I didn’t notice that asshole following us or taking our picture.”

“Tony. Thousands of people took our picture yesterday, you couldn’t have protected me even if you wanted to. I wanted to go remember?”

“You said you had a good time last night. Do you feel any different now?” The question caught you off guard. 

“Well-no. I still had a really good time. I always have a good time when we’re together.”

“Then why does it matter what strangers on the internet think of us?”

“I mean- don’t you care that people think-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there. The answer is no. I don’t care what people think, not anymore. Not since I met you. You have this uncanny ability to make me feel like nobody in the world but us matters.”

“What if they’re right though?” You asked in a quiet voice.

“Right about what Baby?”

“What if you can do better? What if one day you wake up and realize that you’re settling.”

“There is not a universe out there where me being with you is settling. You’re it for me Sweetheart. You're all I’ve got, the light of my life. The yin to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the wasabi to my peas.”

“You made that last one up.” You let out a soft laugh.

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

You both smiled stupidly at each other.

“Hey Tony?” You asked.

“Yeah, Pretty Girl?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, and so do they.”

You’re face adopted a look of confusion as Tony handed you his phone. On his screen was a couple of pictures he had posted of the two of you from yesterday. Pictures of you getting ready. Of you making stupid faces at him while getting your hair done, of the two of you in the back of the car on the way to the Gala, and one of the most beautiful pictures you’ve ever seen of yourself. 

It’s a wide shot of the two of you, you’d just started walking up the stairs and Tony is two steps below you. In the photo, you’re looking back at him and have this gorgeous smile spread across your lips. Tony stands underneath you, adoration clear in his eyes as he reaches a hand up to meet your outstretched one.

It isn’t the beautiful pictures that catch your eyes though, it’s the millions of comments that the post has.

“Omg slay.”

“Get you someone who looks at you the way Tony looks at this goddess right here.”

“She looks so happy.

“They look so good together.”

“I can’t tell if I want to be here or want to be with her.”

That last one makes you laugh and you look up from the phone to see Tony looking at you with a soft smile on his face.

“So. Are we going back next year, if so I need to start looking for a designer that can one up this.”

“I’ll go anywhere with you as long as you keep looking at me like that.” You toss his phone back to him.

“I’ll look at you like that until the day I die, Gorgeous. You deserve it.”

“Yeah, I kinda do.” 

[mixtape-racha]

crybaby | hwang hyunjin

oh, your baby was such a good boy. and so, so pretty when he cried for you. // 18+, minors dni

words: 1.23 k// warnings: sub!hyunjin, nipple play, praise, premature ejaculation, dacryphilia, dance teacher!hyunjin x local dj!reader, brief piv at the beginning, porn with plot

a/n: based on this request by anon!! i hope i did it justice ♡

it was enlightening, really, to see how hyunjin reacted to praise. to see how he flushed red when people complimented him, to see how he hid his face in your shoulder when people told you what a cute couple you were. he had always been sensitive to praise, but you wondered how far that shyness went - and how much you could indulge him in it.

that was how you discovered how shy and submissive he really was. it was an accident, in all honesty. you wanted to test your luck by calling him a good boy while he was balls deep in your cunt, whining and whimpering as he dragged his cock along your walls. you truly weren’t expecting him to let out a high-pitched cry at your words, before cumming so hard inside you that you swore you could feel it in your throat.

the embarrassment that flooded his features was enough to have you dripping again, the realization of how much power you really held over him churning your stomach in a truly satisfying way. he really would do anything for you to praise him, huh? now, you could definitely get on board with that.

“its okay, baby. you did so good for me, don’t be upset.” you shushed him, lovingly, stroking his hair as he buried his face between your tits to hide his flustered expression. the last thing you wanted was for his embarrassment to cause an unpleasant sub-drop, and so you worked your hardest, giving him the best aftercare of his life and treating him like the delicate prince he was.

you pondered on his sensitivity for a few weeks after that, brainstorming a plan to have an evening that was all about him, and seeing how far his limits truly went. it started mostly innocently, playing with his gorgeous blonde hair in the bath together while he told you about his day.  work was harder than usual, he told you. he’d been dragged into teaching a dance class for newer students on top of his already packed schedule. he loved being a teaching assistant at the local music academy, but it was rough sometimes.

sometimes he claimed you were the only good thing to come out of the job - meeting you when you were just a part-time guitar teacher there, before the opportunity to become a radio dj at the local station, broadcasting worldwide, and also better pay for less hours. but you knew he didn’t mean it - the kids he got to teach, and watch grow, made him so immensely happy that you couldn’t picture him working anywhere else.

once you had moved back to the bedroom, things got… less innocent. you went from caressing his hair, and softly mumbling about how much you loved him, to grinding on his lap and messily making out - a concoction of drool and clashing teeth making him painfully hard from where you sat on him.

you worked quickly to rid him of his shirt, marveling at his body. you swore blind he must have been carved by greek gods, because there was no way anyone could be that pretty. his cock was painfully hard against the material of his sweatpants, precum staining the gray material darker in a patch where he needed you the most. but he would have to wait for that, you told him, wanting nothing more than to worship the piece of heaven before you in every way you could.

when hyunjin was exceptionally needy, he was extremely sensitive. anything, even the smallest touch, could have him keening into your touch, babbling and drooling all over for you. more often than not, you took advantage of that - and today was no different.

from soft kisses of his plush lips, you began mouthing down his jaw and throat, hands caressing every inch of skin you could reach. you shushed him everytime he whined, or tired to move your hips against him, telling him if he behaved that it would all be worth it. he instantly folded at that, taking your every word as sacred and doing whatever you asked of him.

once you were satisfied with the new batch of dark, splotchy marks you had attached to his neck and collarbones, you moved your attention to his chest. he was so, so beautiful, and you just couldn’t resist. with one hand playing with his nipple, you were quick to attach your lips around the other, teasing it with your tongue. his back arched at the motions, pushing his chest further into your face as he started to mumble out nonsense that you couldn’t begin to comprehend.

swapping your hand and mouth, you were keen to give both sides equal attention, oblivious to the wrecked state hyunjin was in. you were so wrapped up in how amazing he felt underneath you, you didn’t even realize the way he had tears springing from his eyes, and his fists balled in the sheets below.

“please, oh fuck, please please, (y/n)-- too much, too much-!”

you pulled away with a pop, caressing his cheek as you looked down in faux sympathy. he was an absolute state, and it was so unbelievably hot. tears falling down his flushed cheeks, lip wobbling from trying to contain his moans. his cock was throbbing beneath you and you couldn’t help the way you cooed at him. 

“too much, baby boy? does that mean you want me to stop?”

the shake of his head was so fast you nearly got whiplash.

“no, no, please. i’m your good boy, please.”

“yeah, you are,” you smiled, pinching one of nipples hard. “my perfect boy, aren’t you, jinnie? such a good boy, and all mine.”

with your words still ringing in his ears, you dipped you head back down, sucking on his nipple and tongue swirling around it like it was your last lifeline. with a final pinch and flick of his other nipple, you felt him tense beneath you, quickly pulling away in confusion to look at his face.

he let out a moan so loud that anyone else would think he was in pain, veins popping out of his neck and eyes rolling to the back of his head. you smirked as you felt a wet patch growing beneath you, and rocking your hips cautiously, overwhelmed with emotion when he whimpered and begged you to stop. it was too much, he said. too much, and not enough. give him a second to breathe, he asked, and you were more than willing to comply.

“that good, love?” you asked, teasingly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips when he nodded. he’d never come just from your abusing of his nipples before, and god knew you were going to be trying to more often.

he was breathless, chest heaving as his blush spread onto his ears and down his chest. but for once, he didn’t seem embarrassed. more delirious with pleasure, and so out of it your body craved to see more.

“think you can give me one more, baby?” you smirked, moving down the bed to rest between his legs, hands playing with the hem of his sweatpants. his overwhelmed nod was all you needed before you bit your lip with glee, already manhandling the offending clothing item down his legs.

yeah, you sure struck gold with such a good boy like hyunjin.

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[leviathansocks]

THIS WHB CREATURE R SO PRETTY GORGEOUS SPLENDID SPECTACULAR WONDERFUL IMPRESSIVE STUNNING MARVELOUS I WANT HIM SO BAD *dragged him to the church* *put the ring*

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Take Me Out, and Take Me Home

A little Roy & Bucky blurb because I miss these two! Takes place within a year of the end of Something There.

1.1k words Warnings: Language, absolute fluffffffffffff

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“You ready?”

Roy glanced up from his phone. He didn’t bother to bite back a soft groan as he took in the sight of the Whippets’ manager and the absolutely scandalous dress she was wearing. Some part of him didn’t want anyone else to get to see her, looking nothing short of stunning in the form-fitting gown that rivaled the one she wore last year. On the other hand, his caveman brain felt a strange pride at the idea of walking into the annual charity gala with the most gorgeous woman in the room- in the world- on his arm.

Plus, this year he’d be going to the event with the full knowledge that Bucky’s dress would end up on his bedroom floor at the end of the night.

“Kent? You ready?” The coach smiled at him knowingly, clearly pleased at the effect her outfit was having on her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Oh, how much could change in a year. This time last year, the two of them were barely even friends, but then the unexpected happened, leading a change neither of them could have ever predicted. Sure, it took some drama, a few wrong turns, but eventually they got where they were meant to be: to each other. Instead of the shouting matches and glares and the rest of the things they shared that drove the Richmond teams completely mad, they now shared smiles and blushes and kisses, not to mention beds. As he stood up to take his girlfriend’s hand and kiss it tenderly, Roy marveled for the millionth time since the day they shared their kiss in the rain how ridiculously wonderful one person could make his life.

He was still marveling over her and her beauty as they arrived at the gala together. Even though Keeley had warned him, Roy still found himself wincing slightly at the animated reaction from the photographers waiting for everyone’s arrivals. They shouted Roy and Bucky’s names, cameras flashing and nearly blinding the managers. For a moment, Roy wanted nothing more than to revert to his usual approach to red carpets, all middle fingers and swear words and scowls.  

But then a gentle embrace wrapped around him, tugging him close. He smiled down at Bucky, with her bright eyes and those red lips that he had managed not to fuck up in the car on the way over (despite his best efforts). Fine, he decided, offering a small smirk to the photographers who were nothing short of thrilled to get a real pose out of Roy Kent. He could smile pretty for the cameras, just this once. Anything, really, as long as it was with her.

The two managers were all smiles with their arms around each other, throwing Roy back to that disastrous photoshoot when the Whippets had first arrived, when he’d been so scared to stand to close to her, terrified of all the feelings her pretty face lodged in his heart. How stupid he’d been, to be anything but besotted with her.

Her mind must have been thinking the same thoughts, because she pulled him close and murmured in his ear, “Can you imagine there was a time where you couldn’t stand to take a photo with me?”

Roy chuckled good-naturedly, the way he always did when they joked about those days of screaming at each other on the pitch. “Guess I couldn’t handle how fucking beautiful you are,” he teased in her ear, relishing her playful eyeroll. Seeing her laugh had Roy feeling uncharacteristically romantic; he held her tight and dipped her back, planting a kiss to the lips that smiled against his. This kind of public affection was the kind of thing he’d have balked at a year ago, with eyerolls and huffs and a few swears growled out. But sometimes he saw that smile and simply couldn’t help himself.

Satisfied with the spectacle he’d made in front of the press, Roy tugged Bucky along into the gala, feeling, for the first time, truly relaxed at the event. They greeted their friends and teams with hugs and compliments, laughing at the inevitable teasing they received about the last time they were here. While no one would ever dream of bringing up those horrifying photos and those ensuing weeks of distress, the simple fact that this was where the managers first got together seemed to be fair game. Both coaches took the jokes and innuendos in stride, too pleased with the way things turned out to do anything else.

By the time the two managers had laughed and flirted through dinner and the auction, Roy found himself fully convinced that anything could be fun with this woman by his side. She really did bring out the best in him, like Keeley and Rebecca had once said. Competitiveness, silliness, thoughtfulness, sense of romance, vulnerability, Roy discovered that he had no problem letting her see every side of him. Hell, he wanted her to see those sides of him. He was still completely himself- all swears and growls and snark- but he was happy.

So. Fucking. Happy.

He was pondering that happiness towards the end of the night, with his girl in his arms as the band played the last song of the night. She gazed at him with an adorably sloppy smile, so comfortable and at home pressed close to him. After planting a kiss to the scruff on his jaw, Bucky nuzzled her face into his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“I think it’s time to take me home, Coach,” she murmured, giving him a squeeze.

Something in Roy’s brain clicked into place. “What if I did?” he asked slowly.

She perked up, cocking her head at his suddenly serious tone. “Roy?”

He nodded, more to himself as he dug deeper. “What if I did take you home?” he repeated. “But to our home?”

Puzzlement turned to joy on that pretty face. “Our home,” she echoed with a soft chuckle. “I think I like the sound of that.” Those red lips found his mouth with ease, setting off the fireworks Roy felt every time they kissed. When she pulled back, Roy was amused to find that familiar smirk on her face. “Are you going to let me bring my gold medal with me?” she teased.

“The gold medal can come,” Roy laughed, pecking her nose. “The gold medal, Brandi Chastain, the ’91 ball, bring it all.” He reached up to stroke her face, reveling in its warmth. “Bring every little thing, right down to your lucky hair tie.”

“I do not have a lucky hair tie,” she huffed, giving Roy’s shoulder a playful little shove.

Roy chuckled and shook his head, tugging her close. “Whatever you say, babe.” But he already knew that the little black rubber band that she wore to every match without fail would end up getting its own special spot on his bathroom counter.

[doctorsiren]

blessed is the food that you have given us of chubby Phoenix on this fine evening.. he is mouthwatering, appetizing, tasty, flavorful, delectable, succulent, luscious, savory, piquant, scrumptious, yummy, yum-yum, peng, finger-licking good, nummy, flavorous, sapid, delightful, exquisite, lovely, glorious, heavenly, divine, enticing, majestic, ethereal, elegant, attractive, handsome, dashing, dazzling, gorgeous, lovely, magnificent, fair, pretty, wonderful, beautiful, pleasing, graceful, aesthetically, alluring, charming, delicacy, extraordinary, splendid, flawless, delicate, sweetness, glamorous, radiant, striking, photogenic, snazzy, appealing, pretty, angelic, excellent, superb, fine, fascinating, marvelous, ravishing, bewitching, and a distinguished gentleman in your style.. literally so ba-da-ba-pa-ba

oh my god you are literally saving us from the dreading hunger that we suffer from each day, every waking hour that I personally see of buff, skinny, whatever Phoenix (THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH IT BY THE WAY.), by now I have grown immensely numb to seeing Phoenix drawn as such but then here you come in full glory of shining light with chubby Phoenix and I forever and ever thank you

..the words I used to describe it are synonyms of delicious and good looking by the way so you don’t have to read all of that :3c

I’m glad! Allow me to use this post to talk about some headcanons I have

So Phoenix has ADHD. Feenie was unmedicated until after the whole thing with Dahlia. Once he turned his attention to studying law and doing law school, he got a prescription to help him focus his energy and mind.

AA1-3 Phoenix took the medication.

He stopped taking them during the 7 year gap because he didn’t really need them and also he needed to use that money to take care of his newly adopted daughter (which is one of the factors of his weight gain bc he’s no longer taking medication that has an appetite suppressant side effect). Also, he would work out as well, so the extra weight is both fat and muscle. Working out was one of the things that helped him get over his alcoholism that he fell into after his disbarment.

After AA4, he started taking medication again (as well as biking around a lot like he used to, so he lost some weight but bc he’s already 34/35, his metabolism slowed so he kept part of it). He kept working out because it was already a part of his routine now and he found it to be a great stress reliever. Also, he got a nicely tailored suit (paid for by Miles 💖), which works well with the dad bod he has now :)

Based on the original sprites, he’s got broad shoulders, and based on the fact that he bikes a lot, he’s got strong legs :3