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hw4-l1z · 5 months ago

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Stray kids reaction to you having tattoos

Hyung line / Maknae line

Sub!skz x Dom!m!reader

Cw: slight size kink// choking// belly bulge// hand kink// punishment// pet play// mentions of cock stepping and spitting// scratching

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Han

Han would instantly be attracted to you when he met you. He thought you were the coolest person he had ever met and instantly started chatting you up.

You knew he'd be too scared to ever ask you out so you helped him out by asking him out yourself. Sungie was ecstatic to know that you returned the feeling and proceeded to go on the date with you. He'd be so giggly the whole time, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You're big long tattooed hands would make him go feral evertime they gripped onto his tiny waist.

Evertime you'd give his waist or thighs a slight squeeze, he'd let out a soft, quite whimper. Sungie loves the feeling of your big, strong hands digging into his skin

Like many people do, he has a huge thing for your hands, especially your fingers. He loves the way they reach that spot inside him perfectly, rapidly moving in and out of him as you use your free hand to cover his mouth to prevent any of the members hearing

He'd want you to choke him, not to tight but not too soft. He absolutely loves watching you tightly grip his hips as you pound into him, watching the bulge form in his belly. He loves to trail his eyes down your stomach tattoos that stop right slightly about the base of your dick, it makes his head spin.

Felix

Felix never thought he'd be so attracted to someone who's quite the exact opposite of him, introverted and quiet, dark hair, multiple body tattoos and a couple of facial piercings, nails painted jet black, dark makeup around the eyes, alt styled clothing and multiple pieces of jewellery.

Your tattoos are what really drew him in, admiring the intricate details on your skin. You'd catch him staring, smirking slightly to yourself as you ask him if he wants a closer look. And ofc he'd never let down that offer.

Whilst he was checking out your hand tattoos he couldn't help but notice how big and veiny you hands were. He softly opened your hands and put his hand on top, giggling to himself when he saw the massive difference between the two. Lix knew his hands were small but my gosh your hands could probably fit both his fists in one.

As I mentioned before, Lix couldn't help but notice how big and veiny your hands were, the rings and tattoos only adding to the hotness.

He's been dreaming of you pinning both his wrists above his head while you fuck him into the mattress. These thoughts became so often that he eventually just told you about it, big beady eyes begging you to give him what he's been dreaming of.

Once you finally do pin his wrists he'd be a whining mess, thrusting his hips up in a needy, hungry way. He just wants to feel you close, whispering the filthiest things into his ear making his face flush bright. He loves how deep your voice can go, he loves thay it goes lower than his whenever your in the mood, fuck it turns him on so much.

Seungmin

Min would be slightly intimated by you at first but would see how your actually a very shy person so he would eventually ease up and talk to you alot more. He never knew how much you'd like to be praised until he told you how badass you looked with all your tattoos and dark look, causing a slight red tint to form over your cheeks and ears as you thank him with a shy tone.

He would get so flustered whenever you'd push him against the closest surface and push you pelvis right against his. He couldn't help but get turned on everyime you did this.

Sometimes you'd leave him hanging and sometimes you'd take him right on the surface you trapped him against.

Whenever Min acts up you'd punish him by putting a collar with a leash on him and a pair of dog ears. You'd make him put on a rubber tail plug that bounced with even the slightest movement, paired with some cute little laced panties with a hole in the back for the tail.

You'd make him sit there whilst you toyed around with him, stepping on his cock and spitting on his face making him hang his head in shame. He definitely learns a lesson since the embarrassment is too much. Although yes from time to time he'd decide to act up, forgetting what his punishments were.

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Innie would instantly feel super flustered around you, blushing at the littlest things you do. He never usually likes to feel babied since he's growing up now but he couldn't help but love the way you'd pinch his cheeks whenever he did something slightly adorable.

He'd probably purposely act cute around you just so he could get you to pinch his cheeks again, to feel your soft hands touching his face.

One time he was acting all baby boy and you couldn't handle it so you grabbed his entire face with both your hands and smooshed it whilst cooing at him like he was a baby. He had to admit though, as weird as it was, he couldn't help but feel butterflies as your big hands held his face whilst you leaned in closer to coo at him

Innie would love to have you wrap your arms tightly around his as you fuck him. You love the feeling of him desperately clawing at your back as he starts to let out a few sobs

You'd be hesitant on choking him at first but Innie was very persistent on you doing so, getting a clear view of the snake tattoo that travels up your arm and stops at your shoulder.

He loves it cause it makes him feel like the snake is wrapped around his throat, sending an adrenaline rush full of fear and pleasure through him.

He usually isn't a very vocal person, just a few sobs, whines and whimpers here and there. But when you angle his body in the right position and attack his prostate, he'd be almost screaming. He would be gripping you shoulders harshly, digging his nails right into art on your skin.

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ilylovelyz · 1 year ago

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Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

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he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

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kaledya · 7 months ago

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Hello !

Oh damn, thank you for the explanation. Of course you explain it properly and in such details ! And it make sense Lucifer's pride is taking a big place because he is the embodiment of Pride, in a way. Even with his daughter its something hard to put away. I have a good foundation for the fundamental of their fight now great !

Extra answers :

Oh yes ! I figured that Alastor won't be like this with Constantine at all ! Except if he want to be burn alive. Especially that Constantine could actually just use his royal authority on him and Alastor would be kneeling very fast !

I like the Last Of Us 2 ref. I just like that we are talking in ref ahah. I understand that it would be a long road of forgiveness between them.

Ps : in a way, In that pride "manner of doing things" i think Lucifer look like Constantine in that. The proud royals who wouldn't take shit from anyone because they are THEM and the others are nothing. Even if it would actually benefit them to be more kind. But its Hell so, no ahah.

But thanks to showing me your vision of how things happen in your SS AU like that I can create something between your mind and mine.

Yes ! Don't want to spoil but its a huge thing. Constantine and Lolicia. (If my OC wouldn't be here i think i like RoyalFlush a lot, I mean who doesn't like a good Johnlock kind of romance) but let's say I like some sensuality too. (Probably this is why I'm the only one who likes Sherlock and Irene)

I mean do you imagine Constantine and Lolicia first meeting like Sherlock and Irene ? Lolicia (naked) Constantine (confused in a priest costume)

"- Our third guest is in the living room on the left, explains Charlie to her brother, you will not miss it, it has a ocean theme. - Right... murmur Constantine.

*Constantine walks to the blue living room, watch around and see nobody.*

- Charlie ? I don't see anyone !

*He sighed and sit on the sofa wondering why he actually left his Palace. That was a mistake. And then he heard footsteps approches.*

- Hello, say a velvety voice, apologies for being late. I was away for a long time, forgive me, what is your royal name ?

- I'd figured everybody would know my name but exceptions are part of the statistics. You can call me, like everybody else, C-...

*Constantine turns his head and see Lolicia stopping at the doorway. His voice fails him when he realizes that none of the hair or the tail or the light he quickly sees were covering the naked body. His jaw drops a little.*

- Oh, it's always hard to remember simple thing when you've had a shock.

*They enters the room stands directly in front of him, then Lolicia reaches out and removes the white priest collar from his shirt.*

- There you go now, they giggle softly, we are both defrocked... Crown Prince Constantine.

*Constantine look up to their eyes, in a normal state of mind again.*

- The Anglerfox, I presume. - Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?

Lolicia smile and put the priest collar between her teeth. Constantine think WTF?!"

I mean yes, It would be funny because Lolicia would be a mess. She has a different way to see emotions too. And Constantine is.. . Well Constantine. Ahah. It was fun.

Yes, I agree, getting rid of Val, is a big thing.

Thank you for the storyboard info !

I'm so excited to write all this !

I like Husk and Lolicia too. It was cute the dance and natural to write.

Thank for liking the new outfit! Ah yes Baldur's Gate 3, what a beautiful game, *wipes my tear with Astarion* oh ! Is the moment when Gale says he is horny when we fight with so much energy ??

Yes! And I'm so glad I could help!

And again, I'm very happy to hear that you liked the concepts I mentioned. And I completely agree with your ideas

I can't wait to see the story in your mind!

OMG! I really can't wait to see it. I really like your writing and I'm very curious how you will handle such a romance!I'm sure you will write wonderfully.

And I'm glad you liked dynamic between Serenity and Constantine too!

And since I've never written anything romance-related for Constantine before, I seriously can't wait to see his dynamic with Lolicia! Sounds like they could have a seriously interesting relationship!

And if you ask my opinion, Irene and Sherlock are a very interesting duo too. After all, Irene Adler was the only woman who takes a place in Sherlock's mind, both in the books and in the TV series and movies.

The Women The only woman who can find a place in Sherlock's full and complex mind. The Women who can beat him time to times with her games

And I loved their interactions in the series, especially in the scene where Irene is in her last moments, she sends a message to Sherlock for the last time, but it was perfect that Sherlock comes and saves her at that moment.

And I really love Irene's attitude as a smart planner and a woman who stands on her own feet, and it is always a pleasure to watch/read the cat and mouse games she plays with Sherlock.

And LMAO yes I can imagine it and I really enjoyed reading the little script you wrote I should draw it sometime.

And Constantine was like:

He gives Lolicia a small glance, "I think my sister was very successful in getting the residents used to the hotel."

"You look very comfortable."

And I am very glad that you liked the storyboard. I am happy that I could help you and I wish you good writing in advance.

-And yes, BaldursGate3 is a seriously great game, I proudly spent 200 hours on it. And LMAO!

I think this is you, but the one in your hand is not the hamster, but the bat-shaped Astorion.

No, but that scene was very funny too!

As far as I remember, I think the name Harlep ı dont remember. When we kill him in House of Hope we get that armor. And after wearing that and talk to Gale he will make a comment about our New ✨ armor✨

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And now I read all the chapters you posted and they were all great.It was very sweet how Charlie got angry when the hotel guests came up with the topic of helping the hotel financially and O Love how Vaggie talk to her and relaxing her you write them so sweet ❤️❤️. in general I really love how you wrote the team's interactions.

And my god, seriously, Lolicia's duet with Alastor was great, the song and the dialogues of the characters. Your descriptions were perfect.I wish your songs were performed, I would really like to listen to them!

And I really love that the sentences or slang in Alastor's way of speaking belong to the 1920s.Very good for the character And very interesting to see the dynamics of Lolicia and Alastor.And I wonder how the offer of Alliance

will turn out Lolicia's death/dream scene was beautiful, I loved the descriptions and I'm so glad we got some ideas about Lolicia's human appearance! And I can't wait to see how the sentences you use in the descriptions will be detailed in the future.But I need to be patient to read Lolicia's past... 😔

And the popcorn ep where you explained the meaning of the song you wrote was also great. I think you are a really smart writer, all the details you put were great.It's incredible how carefully you calculate and think all these detail you are really good writer 🛐🛐

It was a lot of fun to read that the call that Charlie did to join in the competition. The competition worker's reaction when he found out that Charlie was a princess was also really funny. And I loved the dialogues there, Charlie trying to convince the team members!

Finally, I loved the way you introduced Constantine. The magic scene in the workshop was really beautiful 🤌🤌like perfect in every way it was so Cool too!🛐

and the sources you were inspired by while writing the scene were great. I didn't expect to see Elden ring from there That game has some seriously great art and magic design.And seriously, Constantine's reaction to the photo Charlie took in the previous episode. It was a nice detail!

Thanks again for loving him!

I am looking forward to the chapters you will write in the future!❤️❤️

#hazbin hotel au #HazbinHotelSSAU

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amelia-friend · 1 year ago

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Katherine and Hannah costumes

Plus a little bit of Brooklyn - but only the actresses who have also played Katherine/Hannah.

Under the cut as it’s long.

Bronté Barbé

The main actress for Katherine, I’ve seen her twice. As she’s the main actress, she doesn’t play any other characters.

I love the black stripes on her lapel and around the hem of her skirt.

It’s three different shades of blue - skirt and waistcoat front very similar (and seems to be denim? Or at least a chambray sort of thing), and the much darker blue waistcoat back.

She has four “tabs” topstitched onto her skirt - two thin ones at the front which hide a large pocket on each side (for her notebook/pencil etc), plus two much larger ones on the back.

Unlike the Broadway version, Katherine only has one costume which stays identical except during King of New York where she removes the waistcoat - showing the details of her shirt and her belt (which is completely hidden in her full outfit)

Hair wise, Bronté has soft blonde curls with the very edges barely rolled back. Some photos turn her more strawberry blonde / light ginger but I’m pretty sure she’s “supposed” to be blonde.

Going from hair “down” to hair “up” is one of the most obvious markers of adulthood at this age, and historically happened around age 16 for Katherine’s social standing but that would make Katherine 15 so we’re ignoring that slightly. I’d still say Bronté’s Katherine is at most 16 - she’s the most naive of the three Katherine’s.

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Bobbie Chambers

Bobbie’s usual role is Hannah (Pulitzer’s assistant) and she’s alternate/1st understudy for Katherine as well. I’ve seen her play Katherine four times, and Hannah twice, and she is my personal favourite Katherine.

As you can see, her Katherine outfit shares a lot of commonalities with Bronté’s (skirt, waistcoat, shirt and tie combo - with blue bring her primary colour).

But there are also the obvious differences - her skirt is a subtly patterned - a thin windowpane-type check, with larger vertical stripes running through the centre of the boxes - and she has a large kangaroo style pocket on the centre front of her skirt.

Her hair is definitely ginger, slightly curled and pulled back at the edges - slightly more than Bronté but not even close to centre back. She’s more of trouble maker than Bronté I feel, and is probably 16-17.

Hannah

Hannah's costume shares a lot with Katherine - it's the same cut (in a more serious colour), but her hair is "up" now - Hannah is definitely an adult while Katherine still occupies the in between spaces.

Splint

Splint is one of the Brooklyn Newsies, a very different social standing (and judging by the hair - age) to Katherine and Hannah, but there's still the elements of Bobbie's Hannah and Katherine (mostly in the hair colour)

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Lindsay Atherton

Lindsay is a swing - she covers both Hannah and Katherine. I've seen her play Hannah three times, but I've only listened to an audio of her Katherine, not actually seen her.

The first thing about Lindsay's Katherine is that her costume isn't blue like Bronte and Bobbie's, but is more sombre coloured - also her hair is far more pulled back than the other two. I'd put her as older than the other two Katherine's - but still only in the 17-18 age range. She's also got the really tight blonde curls (Merida curls as I usually refer to them).

Which when you look at her Hannah:

It's the same dress (skirt/waistcoat - same difference). Trust me I spent way too long looking at seam placement and stripes to double check what anyone with eyes can see.

However - it's not the same outfit - Hannah's shirt has the lace/frills at the cuffs and the collar, while Katherine's is much more functional. Hannah's hair is also pulled "up" to make her a proper grownup - but it's still very clearly the same blonde Merida curls, only tamed by age.

And then there's Mack:

(Lindsay's Brooklyn Newsie character) We've got the hair continuing - Mack's hair looks like you cut Katherine's hair short then didn't take proper care of it (which for a Brooklyn newsie - tracks), plus there's the continuation of the pinstripes in Mack's shirt.

Imogen Bailey

Finally Imogen Bailey - another swing, who covers Hannah but not Katherine (at least as far as I can tell). I've seen her Hannah once.

Which has the Hannah elements from the other two actresses, but also is the only brunette, which carries into her Brooklyn Newsie - Stray.

I just enjoy how the different actresses have the opportunity to make the character their own through costume differences, not just through their acting choices.

It was also a fun experience in person getting to see all the different costumes.

This kinda got away from me.

Anyway - tl:dr - the similarities and differences between the same characters are fun, and nearly as fun as the similarities and differences between the same actress.

#newsies #newsies uk #newsies the musical #uksies #west endsies #newsies costume #Also I just like 1890s clothing #Newsies and staring at pictures of pretty girls - so ..#Literally one person asked for this #so now everyone just gets my brain dump #this may have been common knowledge but I'm sharing it anyway #Theres another post in me somewhere about the jacks #Plus one about Spot but this took way too long and those will not be coming today

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eolewyn1010 · 1 month ago

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Downton Abbey Fashion 52 - outdoors fashion in 1924

Cora gets rather more company in this post than usual, although some of them are really only here for one outfit.

Starting with Susan. And I kid you not, this is the best she’s ever looked on the entire show. Okay, the sleeves are a tad long, but other than that, this is a walking suit that actually fits her. I’m amazed. The weave is lovely, too, making this look a little more interesting than plain cream, and the blouse under it is very pretty, with a lace trim and colorful flowers on it. The hat is alright, I guess; the velvet ribbon is a pretty contrast point. And I’d like to know what that little brooch is made of. Could be ivory.

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Don’t you just love the in-depth, multi-faceted writing of Lady Anstruther? A woman whose entire character on the show is aptly described as “perma-horny cougar”, so perhaps the beige and brown vein weave of her coat’s fabric is a play at tiger’s skin. Not that you’d see much of it in this shot because it’s mostly covered with this big-ass brown fur. Also, I’m usually a fan of tassels, but I don’t warm up to this hat shape.

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Cora’s serving some color contrast with this orange coat over a teal dress. I don’t know if the scarf is attached to the coat, but it’s definitely come in a set with it; the fabric is exactly the same. The lower sleeves and the front of the coat are all knife pleats, though interestingly the back is smooth. And for good measure, the hat has this lovely brown ribbon with lilies all over it, looped extravagantly on the side of the hat. When Cora brings back the coat in season 6, she has a new lovely hat with a zigzag motif to go with it and a cute flowered dress underneath matching the hat colors.

Why don’t I have a front shot of this coat? Anyway. This is a pretty straight-lined, light brown deal with a big collar, and despite the embroidery being a bit clunky, I quite like the overall look of it. I’ve said it before – in the 1920s, coat decoration didn’t usually end at the cuffs and collar, and this here carries on the golden split squares down the back, on her sleeves, down at the hem… It’s neat, I like it.

Another light brown coat, although this one seems more versatile; Cora wears this for a hunting event when we celebrate the return of her glorious pheasant feathers (she’s gotten a new pretty brooch with a little orange gem for them) and for everyday purposes in season 6. Slap a big-ass fur collar on it, and it makes for a nice enough outfit for a wedding. But it’s also the first thing she throws over when runs out of the house away from a fire in the middle of the night. Poor lighting, but on that occasion, she also has this lovely reddish brown blanket or shawl. As can be seen by daylight, the jacket itself already has a scarf attached to it that matches in color and fabric, but doesn’t have such a pretty print. Then again, daylight also shows us that the jacket has some sweet embroidery.

Ugh, no. Not another one of those. Let’s be quick about this; the coat is the dustiest pale lilac pink they could find, the wavy ornamental embroidery is nice in theory. The style of collar is atrocious. Why would you put a thick roll of fur on like a goddamn choker? It looks better in season 6 when Cora wears it open.

I’m not quite sure if this is a coat or a walking dress. It seems to be split in the front, but Cora also wears this in the house. And honestly, the little leaf shapes punched in around the collar and up the sides are such a beautiful detail, working in tandem with embroidery to make this into a really pretty piece of clothing. I also like that, instead of being a straight rectangle, it flares out toward the bottom hem. Cora wears a shirt in Crawley purple under it and tops the outfit off with a nice hat, trimmed in lace and decorated with a big flower.

A coat that I think is blue, but I wouldn’t swear it because this show’s lighting hates me personally. It’s doing that lovely ruching on the hip that keeps it from looking like a complete sack, but I wish the closure were a little more delicate. Cora repeats the pretty sandy hat from before (or a ruffly umbrella in a similar shade), and the hatband coordinates quite nicely with the white embroidery trimming the cuffs and the lapels. This look is kept on into season 6 as well.

For a hunting look, Cora sports a brown walking suit that I have never seen before and shall never see again. Shame; the buttoned lapels and pockets give this a nice little bit of extra, and the skirt seems to be slit on the sides to allow for more movement.

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Only one Rosamund coat this season, but it’s worth it. These bronze octagon elements with the black leaf ornaments? What a look. This coat is definitely a favorite of mine, and Rosamund lives up to her reputation in terms of hats and combines it with this little number wrapped in pleated black silk satin and prettied up with a couple brown feathers and a beautiful leaf-shaped embroidery because consistent themes, you guys.

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We’re adding a new ginger to the cast – Lady Sinderby presents two nice hats with this outfit, a rust-colored velvet one with a lot of frizz on it (I’m not sure if that’s threadwork or plumage) and a brown one with a black feather for the hunt. I’m reasonably sure the walking suit is the same despite the light being a bit tricky in the second shot; it’s still got these very long lapels with a curious little folding design around the neck to shape it up to a collar. It also has a subtle pinstripe, which is nice, and a couple pretty blouses, one with tidy little buttons, one with a cascade of ruffles.

#Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey's costume fund #historical fashion

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ashlingiswriting · 1 year ago

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Sugar

Natalie Berzatto x Pete, angst and fluff, pre-canon, 1.8k for @drabbles-mc

After Pete’s first Berzatto Christmas, Natalie sleeps badly all night long, getting up to use the bathroom, pulling covers on or off, batting away half-remembered dreams.

Pete's on his phone for hours into the night, which is unusual for him. Usually she gets to stare at him, just something to do while she can't sleep, but tonight he hides with his phone under the covers so the light won't bother her, and as a result, he's become a soft glow and a lump in the bed, hardly a person to look at. At some point the outside world lightens, the birds start singing, and she's so tired she goes into the sleep of the dead and stays there, solid, until the light is pouring in cloud-whitened but strong through the curtains.

Opening her eyes, she sees the ceiling is white too, and perfect. She pulls the covers up over her shoulders a little more and looks over. Pete's gone. That was pretty much what she expected.

She looks back up at the ceiling and waits for it to hit.

It doesn't.

Okay, she thinks calmly. Weird. She's just lost the best boyfriend she ever had in her life, a goofy guy who loves her like it's his job and his hobby and his life's purpose all rolled into one, and she doesn't feel anything about it. She probes at it like the spot where a tooth got knocked out, tongue to tender gum, and decides that maybe she's run out of emotions. She used them all up yesterday and now they're out of stock.

That's good, she thinks. She can work with that.

She sits up. Across from her, hanging on the wall, is a large red and yellow painting of flowers that they bought together at an art festival. She didn't expect him to agree on it—there's a violence to the colors despite the subject matter, and the style is disjointed, borderline abstract—but he goes along to get along, Pete does, and that peace is so peaceful that she's never really wanted to question it. Don't chew your fingernails, Bear, you're not five anymore.

Pete actually peeks through the door, like a kid trying to get away with something. Then he sees her, and sticks his whole head in. He needs a haircut, she notices absently.

"Hey," he says, a little rueful. "Are you awake? Darn."

Pete is the only man left alive who still says darn unironically, and he's wearing a powder blue sweater vest over a collared shirt in his own apartment on a holiday, and Natalie really would have married him.

"Yeah," she says carefully. "I'm awake." If she stays very still, maybe her insides won't get jostled. Maybe they'll stay asleep, and she'll keep on feeling nothing.

"I see." He comes to stand in the doorway, no more comedy to him, and says, a touch nervously, "So, I've been thinking."

"Yeah, it's okay, Pete," she cuts in. She didn't drink much, but she still got a Christmas hangover. "It's okay."

He smiles, brow furrow, all puzzled. "But how—"

"It's okay, okay?" Her heartbeat is starting to get faster, and that odd thing in her stomach might be nausea. "It's okay, Pete. Just. Just go ahead."

She smiles, which is the worst moment to start feeling, and of so course it's the moment the hurt hits her in the chest.

"Okay," he says, a little befuddled still, but relieved. He leaves. There's some sounds from the kitchen. He's packing up.

Five minutes later, he's back, bearing a tray that he sets down on her bedside table very carefully. Then he sits down beside her, pointing, proud.

"So that's fruit juice, morning mix of orange, pineapple, and a little bit of lemon. That's cinnamon sugar toast with loads of butter. I put it in the toaster oven so it would get all, like, caramelized? And that—" Pete pauses. He clearly cannot think of any ingredient or process details that he can elaborate on. "—That's scrambled eggs," he says. He looks to her, hopeful, but all she can do is look at him, then back at the food.

It occurs to her that Pete is quite possibly not breaking up with her after all.

"Oh, are you allergic to pineapples?" he says, apologetic already.

"No," Nat says slowly. He wouldn't make her breakfast to break up with her, right? Because breakfast is kind, but breakfast in bed right before a breakup, that's deranged. "I'm just—" But isn't everyone deranged? "—I'm just wondering, what made you think of cooking today?"

"Well, I read that book Carmy was talking about," he says, and it's the earnestness that gets to her, the excitement. He's got a spiel all ready, he's ready to dive in.

"Yeah?" she says, a new smile breaking across her face.

“Yeah," he says, even more excited than before, smiling now because she's smiling, and that's it. She launches herself at him, wraps her arms around his neck, holds tight. He holds her like he knows what he's doing, all big enveloping warmth, right hand rubbing her back. He doesn't question it.

“How’d you get it so fast?” she says, half-into his neck.

“Oh, I downloaded the Libby app ages ago. You know, it's like the best of both worlds. You get to support the library, but at the same time it's on your phone, so you don't have to worry about losing a physical copy, and—"

Nat's laughing now, so Pete turns his head a little and kisses her. Aims for her forehead, misses, gets all hair. Kisses her again anyways.

"You okay?" he says.

"Oh, I'm just all weird after last night," she says, peeling herself away a little, wiping her hair and tears out of her eyes in one quick movement. "So what did the book say?"

She knows, from the way he pulls one of the blankets up and around her, that he's caught the tears. But he just puts his arms around her little cocoon and keeps going.

"It's really interesting, actually. A little dense, but not academic. Kind of what you'd expect from Carmy?" He thinks on that for a second, then keeps going. "I couldn't stop thinking about this one part, which was less about cooking and more like this essay on personal history, and how sometimes, if there's something you really can't escape, like a thought or a memory or a person or a place, instead of trying to run away from it, you're better off trying to change the context. And there was a bunch of psychology stuff in there, but I'm not sure I really got all of that. Basically, though, it's about changing associations. Or adding associations."

His left arm still loosely draped around her, he reaches out, all six foot one inches of him straining, and manages to pick up the plate with the buttered cinnamon sugar toast on it. He holds it right under her nose, and she inhales. Her mouth waters.

"So," he says. "Sugar."

Nat gets it immediately.

"Sugar," she says, poking one of her hands out of her blanket cocoon to retrieve a slice.

"Sugar," he repeats, and then he sort of arranges himself against the headboard to be that much more convenient a human recliner, takes his own toast, and crunches away. "I'll run laundry today," he says, as if to pre-empt any comments about crumbs, though she wasn't gonna make them.

The toast is crunchy and decadent, with a surprising little edge of salt mixed in with all the sweetness, and Nat melts into his chest. It's a good silence, a long one, long enough to let all the residual doubts drain away.

Shortly after all the toast is gone, Pete's about to go for the eggs, and she intervenes. She kisses him.

The eggs end up going cold. The sweater vest ends up on the floor.

Some time later, right back where they were, though they're naked this time and sharing the blanket. Nat's staring at the painting again.

"We should get rid of that, right?" she says. "We should get something else. I don't know what I was thinking. It's not very you."

"No, I love it."

She looks up at him. He really is so funny, her man. "No, you don't."

"No, but I love the way you love it. Of all the paintings at the fair, this is the one that you stood and stared at the most. And I remember, you didn't even want to talk to the artist cause you wanted to stare at it for longer. You're so smart," he says, like that's not a non sequitur.

She can't help herself. "But you don't love it."

Pete looks from the painted poppies to Nat.

"I love you," he says. "That's, like, the same thing, right? Kind of like the transitive property in geometry."

Her forehead furrows for a second, and she just keeps looking at him. After a while, she finally says, a little slowly, like she's made a discovery, "My brothers think you're stupid."

"Yeah," he says, with the placid acceptance provided to him as a proprietor of two diplomas, a Chicago Stock Exchange salary, and childhood principally featuring a golden retriever named Noodles.

"Yeah," says Nat. "They're stupid."

Pete only laughs. "Oh, Sugar. They're your brothers."

She tilts her head to the side.

"How was that?"

"Sugar? That was..." Natalie thinks on it, then nods. "Pretty good."

"Didn't fix it," he acknowledges.

"But it was pretty good." She settles back into the crook of his arm and lets the twin comedowns from sugar and sex wash over her, warm and sleepy. She closes her eyes. Another silence, this one even better than the last, absolutely content.

The punchline comes months later, when they're both waiting in the hospital to for the chance to meet Richie's little girl. She was supposed to arrive hours ago. The labor's gone badly, Nat's nerves are shot, Mikey's nowhere to be found, and Richie's pacing the hall clutching an un-smoked cigar like it's a weapon. Donna arrives.

Pete says, going loud so she can hear him over the battling sounds of her mother and the nurse, "Now we just need to figure out how to put an Are You Okay in the toaster oven."

Nat laughs so hard that her mother actually stops arguing with the nurse to turn and look at her, but before she can say anything, Mikey comes sweeping in to say it for her: "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Natalie says. "Nothing." She elbows Pete, who's already spotted it too: Richie making a beeline for the nurse with an unhinged glint in his eye. Pete heaves himself to his feet and prepares to try for an interception, while she does hers without even standing up, throws her arm around Mikey and makes him bend down for his hug.

"Always something going on with you, huh, Sugar," he says. He smells awful, but he hugs just as well as Pete does, and she kisses his bearded cheek.

"Oh yeah," she says, with the placid acceptance provided to her as the proprietor of health insurance, half an apartment, and an engagement ring hanging on a chain around her neck, keeping secret till such a time as it will not upstage Tiff's big day. "That's me."

#fanfiction #the bear fx #natalie berzatto #natalie berzatto x pete #the bear fanfiction #mine

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tallysgreatestfan-art · 1 year ago

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"Here I am - what is left of me."

Nara caressed over his jaw with her finger. "You're beautiful, Laurent.", she said, using his first name.

He shook his head. A smile appeared on his lips, and his voice vibrated as he spoke: "I am broken, Nara."

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"You began your life in insanity, Nara. But now you awake each day, and put yourself back together and return to sanity. Me, however...", he raised the prosthesis, "As a child, I had absolute certainty in religion and the holy books. And with every day I break more..."

Nara took both of his hands. The inanimate one was hard as metal, without the rubber-like sensation of civilian prostheses. It closed around her fingers gently. Nara Oxham ignored Laurents cold pain, grabbed the living and the inanimate parts, pressed her fingers into the strange interfaces of human and machine. She found the hidden closures and opened them, released the artificial limbs. She saw the phantom limbs as clear as if they were real.

Mentally she merged with him.

"Then break.", she said.

(Translation back to english from the german translation because I only had the german one avaliable)

Full drawing as well as some more thoughts on this piece under the read more because it's somewhat suggestive

That's actually not how prostheses work in real life, because sci-fi and the technology there moved on, however I tried to be as accurate as possible in every detail that was not explicitly mentioned in the book as being sci-fi technology.

There's cables connecting his body with the prostheses because unlike real life ones they can transmit sensations back to him, if somewhat flawed. That is something the book directly describes, even if I could not quite pinpoint how they would look like.

He also has implants, basically metal rods sticking in the bone of the residual limbs to hold the prosthesis, which is called Osseointegration prosthetic and does exist in real life, but is quite risky due to being prone to infection here, and thus relatively rare. I figured out that in this future, they would have learned how to prevent these infections, so it is used even on his legs additionally to suction even though there is enough leg left for it to hold on even without it (combining this is not a thing in real life as far as I know). Also in real life they look different, not these sci-fi clipper things but just a metal rod. The way these additional implants at his shoulder (collar bone and shoulder bone) work is made up too; I just figured out if this was not risky anymore it would be useful to distribute the weight on his whole shoulder and not just that one point.

His legs holds through basically closing around the residual limb and then the air getting sucked out - also directly described in the book - which is very much how most real life prostheses work.

However I am able-bodied, so don't take my word for any of this. I really hope I did this in a respectful way, but truth is, despite the research I did, I am not hundred percent sure if I managed to pull it of without fetishizing amputees. There is a lot of focus on Laurent Zai being an amputee in this drawing, an ankle I choose because it empathizes the vulnerability but also healing tenderness of that scene and the following (implied) sex scene. This is just what his body happens to look like, but also, it is so much focus on it - ah damn, I don't know.

Was he actually half undressed in that scene? Reread it a few times, and couldn't find out. I don't think he would tell the horrific body horror story of how Dhantu rebels tortured him while being half naked, but also every area where the prosthesis sit is covered by cloth, so he has to be half naked in order for Nara to be able to unclasp them like that.

Also not sure if they had sex directly after or only later. I mean, a disturbing torture story is not exactly a turn on. But then, there also is nothing in the picture saying that it has to take place directly after that dialogue

In every other situation taking off someones limbs without their consent is really fucking intrusive, but in this it works for me, and I am not sure why? Maybe because Laurent seems to be totally okay with it? Maybe because Nara is a telepath so she knows already that it is okay for him?

#The Risen Empire #Scott Westerfeld #Nara Oxham #Laurent Zai #Nara/Laurent #science fiction #disability representation #internalized ableism

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whumpcloud · 2 years ago

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Delirium

taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @gala1981 @whump-in-the-moonlight @ohwhumpydays

content: buried alive, lady whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, two whumpers, captivity whump, defiant whumpee, claustrophobia, brief + non-detailed past whump (whumpee is fourteen, development of claustrophobia and brief reference to suicide), brief self-harm reference

They're dragging Derian outside.

The outside consists only of the forest outside the Wainwright cottage, but Derian feels as though he's barely breathed fresh air since being brought here.

Of course, Ophelia isn't giving him a single opportunity to get away. He's still injured, broken bones not quite healed, so he isn't sure what she thinks he'll do. He doesn't think he could run even if he tried.

Ophelia drops him on the edge of a shallow grave, and Derian only doesn't fall because Nicolas grabs the back of his shirt collar to hold him steady.

"Spent the better part of thirty minutes digging this out," Nicolas grins. "Hope it's worth the effort."

Derian looks into the grave. Its only contents are an open, empty wooden box, a deadbolt affixed to it, just big enough to fit someone of his size.

He flinches when he notices Ophelia on his other side, nonchalantly resting her head against his.

"This is for Nicky, really," Ophelia sighs, like this is the most mundane thing in the world. "He thinks it might fuck you up a bit. But it doesn't even mark you."

"W-Wait." Derian is already starting to push against Nicolas. "Y-You're not-- you're not putting me in there."

"That's exactly what we're doing, pretty boy," Nicolas grins.

"N-No!" Derian can already feel the pressure closing around him. "Please, please, I-- I'm claustrophobic, I can't--!"

"Then we'll hear you scream from up here," Ophelia shrugs.

They shove him into the shallow grave, and Nicolas kicks the box shut.

A strangled scream rips through Derian's throat as soon as he hears the thud of the bolt. He's trapped. This isn't real. It's a nightmare that he's going to wake up from any moment now, and curl up tightly and press his face into Charlie's shoulder until it reminds him where he is.

"PLEASE!" Derian slams his fists and feet against the lid of the wooden box. "LET ME OUT! P-PLEASE!"

"Come on, you've seen movies like this before, right?" Nicolas says, and Derian knows he hasn't dropped that stupid, smug smile. "You're only wasting your air."

The tears are streaming down Derian's face. He can't breathe anyway. His chest feels like a taut elastic band, sharply spasming every time he breathes in, breathes out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out--

Derian weakly kicks at the box, but he knows it's useless. He covers his eyes with his hands, even though the pressure is closing around him. He's going to die. He's going to suffocate in a stupid wooden box in a stupid forest and nobody is ever going to find him.

The air feels so thin. How long has he been down here? It can't have been longer than a few minutes. It's still too much.

What was it Charlie always told him? Grounding techniques. Five things you can see. But he can't see anything.

Doesn't matter. Move on. Four things he can feel. His clothes - Nicolas' old clothes, always oversized on him. The wood of the box, flaking into splinters. His hair on his face. The sweat on his shaking hands.

Three things he can hear. The thump of dirt. They're actually burying him. He thought it was his heartbeat.

He slams his head back, physical pain to snap himself into focus, and presses his palms flat. Don't tense up. Stay calm.

"H-How long?" Derian's voice cracks when he speaks. "'Til I need air?"

The thumping stops for a moment. Derian hears the sound of the shovel sliding into the dirt. He tries to picture something that isn't the engulfing darkness around him - Nicolas leaning on the shovel, smiling, Ophelia lying boredly on the grass for Nicolas to be done with this so she can beat Derian to a bloody pulp.

"Five hours," Nicolas says. "Give or take."

Five hours. Derian bites his lip hard enough to make it bleed. They don't want him dead yet, and they know he won't be able to tell how long it's been. Four hours at most.

"Nnh…" Derian turns onto his side. At least he can move. It isn't like then.

A cupboard, packed in tight, banging on the door while his mom shakily locks it. A gunshot he has nightmares about. He isn't stupid. Something in him breaks. It's seven hours until his dad comes home, and he can't even curl up on the floor to sob. It's too close. He can't breathe. He is fourteen and his mom is gone.

Derian's breath catches in his throat, and he swallows. He's twenty. Buried alive. There are two people above him who want him to suffer.

He wants to suffer too.

But more importantly, he wants to live.

He laughs, an awkward, sobbed sound. He's not supposed to feel like this. Near delirium to even think it. But God, he wants to live. He wants to feel a car rushing past, the cold of an ice cream, the fear of a rollercoaster just before the drop, another cigarette pressed against his skin. Everything that doesn't hurt and everything that does.

He's going to live as long as he keeps the siblings entertained. If they want him to suffer, he's all too happy to oblige. Pain means he's still alive.

He takes slow breaths. He knows his shaking is getting worse the longer he's trapped here, knows if he stops focusing his breathing will become so erratic he won't be able to control it again, but he doesn't let himself think about anything else.

Two things he can feel. Pain and the dirt falling through the cracks.

One thing he can taste. Blood.

However long it's been when he hears the shovel again doesn't matter. He's in control. A rush of adrenaline courses through him.

Derian gasps in the fresh air when Nicolas pulls him out of the box and up onto the grass again. He hadn't realised how much of a struggle it was before.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Nicolas says softly, putting a hand on Derian's shoulder. "That's it. Breathe."

If he gives them the chance to bury his body, they'll bury it here. He's going to be buried kicking and screaming.

Derian punches Nicolas in the throat.

#polly's prose #derian rodriquez #nicolas wainwright #ophelia wainwright #whump #whump writing #captivity whump #buried alive #i love my fucked up little guy.#athazagoraphobia

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whatisshelties · 1 year ago

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Yesterday I attended a little seminar about WCRL rally and it looks fun. They are trying to bring it to Arizona, for anyone even remotely in the area looking for alternatives to AKC rally. We've also got ASCA in the state as well, which is another alternative to AKC. They accept all breeds in their sport programs.

Anyway, the differences were interesting, but I overall liked the changes. I think it does a better job preparing you AND bridging for something like obedience than AKC. You are docked points for additional commands, BUT they will give you the opportunity to pet/feed at stationary signs. Praise is unlimited. There is a SCT. Also, no choke chains. (I don't see why they are even allowed in AKC if prongs and stuff are not. Probably because that's what conformation dogs show on. Don't want flat collars damaging those precious coats.) I'm not going to give a detailed summary, since that's easy enough to find. Actually, I'll just link a webinar that was done prior to the seminar. The person spearheading this is an AKC and WCRL judge, so better to just hear it from her.

Now for the Mud summary. He actually laid down for SEVERAL MINUTES MULTIPLE TIMES on our drive down. It was about 1.25 hrs for the drive, so longer than a lot of what he's been doing lately (usually like 30 minutes.)

He was grumbly and nasty about dogs being near him in the crate at the beginning, even when he was covered. (I guess he was bothered that he could hear them.) He settled while we did the long talking part because I was sitting there. I took him out after the talk, that was a short break. Then I had to put him up again because it was time to look at the course. I had brought a hide roll for him to chew and he was not interested. I'm like "Wow, glad I now know that you are that stressed about being in a crate." He barked on highest volume. I ended up uncovering him so he could see me and there was less barking.

Then we got to run and overall he did well at that! They scored us for kicks and he got a 210/200 (bonus points are a thing) on the "regular" course and had some points docked on the Flash course. I would say he wasn't overly stressed while performing. He was intrigued by the mirrored wall on one side, but that was about the only distraction he had to deal with. I used one station to pet.

He was quiet in his crate for the remainder of the date. He didn't lay down as much on the way home. I think part of that was the sun in the car. He refused a piece of apple while we were driving. So that's good to note that he's too stressed to eat low value food in the car. :))))

GI has been normal so far, except he was demanding food a lot after we got home (he's hangry after stress.) So hopefully THAT will be fine. What this did show me was a level of stress he has in both the crate and the car. He'll eat kibble in the crate happily. No appetite for the chew. No appetite for apple while driving. So I'm not sure he's ready to go back to trials on a regular basis. Little meet ups and classes are probably just what he needs to build back up to trials.

I say that but I really would like to squeeze out his AKC agility titles soon, and by soon, I'm talking January, so we probably need to do some NADAC trials that are 1.5 hrs away to get back into the swing of things and see if that's even worth throwing money at. We'll see what happens.

#mud in the thick of it #wcrl rally

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red-panda-agere · 2 years ago

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looking through your blog and now i got agere mela brainworms!!! she’s a little creacher!!!! @bigbrubberbear

Literally so true. She's so *holds her gently in hands like I would a frog*

Seriously though, little Mela and Caregivers Eri and Atticus are eating away at my braincells. Anything to do with a member of Team Star being little or a caregiver actually-

Giacomo especially for some reason?

But as a treat, here's a few little Mela headcanons

(!!!Pullup/accident mention!!!)

(Feel free to use icon. Please credit me though)

Regressor Mela Headcanons

Her little range is kind-of all over the place. She can be anywhere between a few months and 6 years.

Her favorite pacifier is the one that Eri helped her pick out after finding out about her regression. It's a pastel purple paci with moon and star designs on it.

She will chew on anything and everything, so pacis, chewelry, or teething rings are always on hand when taking care of her. If not, it usually ends in a very frustrated Mela biting one of her little fingers or hiding in a caregiver's shoulder, to chew on thr collar of their shirt.

She draws ALOT. Mostly her favorite Pokemon. She tries really hard to draw the more 'scary' Pokemon she likes, like Houndoom or Noivern, but sometimes they just have too much detail for her crayons to portray. Mama Eri hangs all her drawings up anyway.

She's a very messy eater. Lots of napkins and paper towels were used at one point, but now they just use little towels, soft ones so they don't hurt her little mouth. She doesn't like eating with forks or spoons when she's feeling more on the tiny side, so Atty or Mama usually help.

Even when she's on the 'older' side of her regression, she still, at least, wears pullups. She gets very embarrassed at the idea of diapers, only ever really letting Eri put them on her if she's sick or extra small. She absolutely hates admitting how often she has accidents when she's little, and will hide any time it happens. She's a little better about it now, but the first few times it was disaster. She would cry for hours, apologizing repeatedly, Eri or Atty assuring her it was okay.

Ortega made her feel a little better about it, when he told her his little brother 'Gio' wore pullups too. Sometimes they were just comfy and helped get into a smaller headpsace easier.

She loves wearing one of Mama's shirts. It makes her feel extra small and cozy.

Bath time is one of her favorite things in the world. She has a little Finizen cover that goes over the faucet, the water coming out of it's mouth. She is very embarrassed to admit it, but she LOVES Finizen. She has a bath toy Finizen that makes little squeaky noises and water comes out their mouth. (Similar to the Popplio mini-water gun

Not really an agere headcanon, but wanted to throw this in. She totally listens to Team Yell/Piers' music, especially to de-stress if she can't be little at the moment. (She doesn't like being little without one of her caregivers with her and avoids it if possible.)

Hoping this made you happy hon! Little Mela is a huge comfort of mine, so happy someone else enjoys the idea too.

#age regression #agere #agere community #fandom agere #pokemon #pokemon agere #sfw babyre #sfw #sfw cglre #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon mela #pokemon team star #team star #sfw interaction only #sfw agere #agere headcanons

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heaven-s-black-box · 11 months ago

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Burn the Land, Boil the Sea- Serenity chpt.3

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Recovery date: February 24th, 2024

Description: The crew of The Challenger, captained by Miyuki Kazuya, take on a job that requires the cover of another job ferrying people. Ever the genius, Miyuki keeps some key details hidden from his crew, and it bites him in the ass.

Notes: Updates will be irregular because I'm still writing chapters but only as I feel like it. Don't question the timeline here please, it's only sort of coherent.

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Miyuki was expecting Mei to start a fight with Rei eventually. He’d known that man since they were kids, and Mei hadn’t ever dealt with anything subtly. So he wasn’t surprised when Zono woke him up, pounding on his door, just incredibly startled. He was so startled, in fact, that he forgot his legs were wrapped up in his blanket and ate the floor.

Zono stopped momentarily, following the thud of Miyuki hitting the floor, before resuming his rattling after Miyuki groaned in pain.

“Hang on!”

“The Alliance people are fighting and suits is calling for you.”

Miyuki sighed before muttering, “Damn it, Mei,” under his breath.

He can’t imagine he looked very imposing, entering the cargo bay completely disheveled and yawning.

Nabe was standing between Mei and Rei, while Kuramochi was left dual wielding against two of Mei’s men while the third tried to calm them down. He caught sight of the junior trio hiding behind some crates. Honestly he was surprised no one's been punched yet.

“Mei, sit down.”

The man whipped around and glared at Miyuki. His two entourage members currently in a standoff with Kuramochi briefly let their eyes flick over to him, and the third man dropped his guard a bit too much. Mei’s red haired friend took the chance to turn his gun on Miyuki who drew his pistol in retaliation.

“But-”

“And call off your dogs or I’ll send you out into the vacuum.”

Mei’s dark skinned companion snickered and the redhead sneered at the threat, but they both looked past Kuramochi to Mei awaiting orders. Mei frowned, his brows furrowed as he considered his options. He looked between Miyuki and Rei a few times before ultimately sighing and waving dismissively at his men. They slowly lowered their weapons, and the fourth companion audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

The lowering of weapons didn’t mark the end of this altercation though.

“You said that we wouldn’t run into any Alliance,” Mei complained, marching up to Miyuki. Zono stepped between them. “There’s another Alliance member on the ship!”

“There’s actually three Alliance members on the ship, including you, surprise.”

“Miyuki,” Chris warned, pulling everyone’s attention up to the hanging paths where he was sitting with a rifle pointed at Rei.

“Hello again, Chris,” she said, raising her hands in surrender. “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s been better.”

“Let’s just all put the guns down,” Nabe pushed, still standing between Mei and Rei. “We don’t want anyone to get shot.” He turned towards where the junior trio was hiding and called them out.

“Right,” Miyuki sighed, “where to start?”

“Maybe with the truth?” Kuramochi raised his voice in irritation.

“In my defense, I haven’t intentionally lied to anyone and it’s not like I’ve kept anything important secret.”

“We’re ferrying three Alliance members, Miyuki, that’s kind of a big deal.”

He looked around. Rei gave him a small nod, and Mei just rolled his eyes with a shrug. The silent vote was one for honesty, one for whatever he saw fit, and as his eyes met Haruichi’s– or at least where his eyes were hidden– the boy shook his head. Two to two, thanks Mei.

“We don’t ask questions.”

“That’s it,” Zono growled, “this is a muttany now.”

He turned around and grabbed Miyuki by his collar, lifting him so that his feet scraped helplessly at the ground. Someone yelled at him to put the Captain down, Kuramochi wrapped an arm around Nabe’s chest to keep him from stopping him, and guns were raised once more. Miyuki dropped his gun on instinct and grabbed at Zono’s hands, but he didn’t try to pry them off.

“Are you turning us in? Is that what this is?” Zono yelled.

“Of course not.”

“Then what is going on?”

A loud siren sound echoed through the cargo bay.

“Alliance check point,” Chris called before rushing off to the cockpit.

Zono dropped Miyuki with a warning that this would be picked up later, before he backed off so that Kuramochi could join Chris in the cockpit.

“One, two, three,” Miyuki said, pointing at Mei, Rei, and Haruichi, “into the cargo hold.”

He made his way over to a specific floor panel– Mei and Rei following quickly and without question while Haruichi seemed a bit more unsure– and lifted it to reveal a small hold. Rei dropped down first, followed by Mei who grumbled about the dirt, followed by Haruichi who sent a worried look back to his friends.

“Relax, they’ll be fine.”

Once the panel was closed again he approached the bay door just in time to watch The Challenger dock for inspection. He gave the bay a once over before opening the ship's ramp.

The sudden bright light that washed in from the flood lights made everyone wince and shield their eyes. Nabe made his way over to Sawamura and Furuya and quietly explained what was about to happen, reminding them to say nothing about the people hidden below. They could barely hear him over the loud whirring of the ramp, but they still nodded and got out their identifications. He was a bit surprised by how prepared they seemed.

Below the floor, Haruichi held his breath as the floor rattled and light streamed into the little hold. Rei placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Mei kept to himself, fiddling with his blazer sleeve and watching above them intently.

“Good evening officers, how can we help you?”

“You the captain?”

“Yes sir,” Miyuki met them at the very top of the ramp and gave them a small stack of folded papers. “Should all be in order. We’re just taking these people to Athens.”

The officer looked over the papers, nodding to himself, then waved in some more people.

“Check the passenger’s I.Ds,” there was a loud squeak as Chris and Kuramochi re-entered the cargo bay, “and purpose for their trip.” After addressing his men, he turned back to Miyuki. “Looks to be in order, this is a Fire-fly class transport, is it not?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me the cargo hold?”

Beneath the floor, the three hidden passengers held their breaths and stood as still as possible as if it would allow them to disappear. In the bay, the rest of the passengers had similar reactions. Unfortunately, Sawmaura’s fear was less than subtle.

The officer speaking with him and Furuya raised a brow in suspicion.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, looking back to Miyuki and his boss.

“It’s his first time traveling,” Furuya mumbled, clearly half asleep, beating Sawamura to an answer. “He’s worried there might be something illegal down there.”

Nabe had to resist face palming, especially when Sawamura responded.

“You don’t think there’s anything like that down there, oh no, what about Haruichi?!”

Everyone had to resist whipping around and yelling at Sawamura for his outburst. The main officer stopped following Miyuki and re-opened the papers to look them over for this new person. In the hold, Mei nearly had to physically bite his tongue while Haruichi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Chris and Kuramochi’s expressions visibly soured, and Kuramochi prepared to rush back up to the cockpit to get them out of there.

“I don’t see a Haruichi on the passenger list.”

“No sir, Haruichi is a friend of theirs from back home. Loud mouth over there is just worried about what he’d think if they got held up here if we turned out to be smugglers,” Miyuki laughed.

The officer nodded and continued following Miyuki, who knelt down and opened a large cargo hold with everyone’s luggage.

“Haruichi… Kominato?”

Miyuki, Chris, and Kuramochi stiffened almost imperceptibly.

“No idea.”

“Well, thank you for your cooperation.” The officer returned Miyuki’s papers to him and joined his men back on the ramp. “Good luck with the rest of your journey.”

“Thank you sir.”

Everyone was silent until they’d left alliance airspace, still shaken from their close call.

That silence was only broken by the loud clatter of Mei slamming the small holds door open. He pulled himself up, ignoring his dark haired companion who rushed over to help him, and pointed accusingly at Sawamura.

“Would it kill you to think before you speak?!”

“Mei, settle down.”

“No I will not settle down, he almost got us caught!”

“Narumiya-san,” Haruichi pleaded.

“And you,” Mei turned around and jabbed his finger into Haruichi’s chest, “I knew you looked familiar. You’re that genius medical student with the runaway brother!”

Haruichi’s lips pressed into a thin line as he turned his head away.

“And you,” he pointed at Rei who was being helped out of the hold by, “Itsuki stop helping the enemy! She’s an Alliance officer.”

“Who was just hiding from them, Mei-san, if she wanted she would have turned as all in at that check point.”

Itsuki sighed. Mei opened and closed his mouth a few times, futilely searching for words, before growling and turning to Miyuki.

“Kazuya! Answers, now!”

Miyuki could only sigh in resignation at being caught.

“Alright, I knew.”

The room erupts into angry shouts as even Nabe turns against him with distrust. He isn’t sure why, but it stings a bit. Even though he knows he brought this on himself.

“Why didn’t you tell us? we’re your crew!” Kuramochi yelled.

“Because I didn’t need you all looking over your shoulder every two seconds, I was going to tell you all before we hit the check point I just… fell asleep.”

“Without telling us important, life saving information?!” Zono bellowed.

“Hey, the pain killers that you insist I take are really fucking strong!”

“That’s enough!” Chris cuts in before anyone can respond to Miyuki. “Miyuki,” the disappointment in Chris’ voice made the captain’s stomach roll, “I won’t say you made the wrong choice, but I hope you have a plan to fix it.”

Kuramochi rolled his eyes and started stomping back to the cockpit. “Fuck shore leave,” he says, just before he slips through the door, “find yourself a new pilot.”

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nestaismommy · 2 years ago

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You’re forgetting that Tamlin also wanted to protect her after he watched her die and literally heard her neck snap. That was the problem, he was toxic and abusive because he was blinded by fear that something was gonna happen to Feyre again. So he locked her up when she wanted to go on a dangerous mission with him.

Tamlin’s face was a grim mask as they approached. “There’s activity on the western sea border. I have to go.” The one closest to Hybern.

“Can I come with you?” I’d never asked it outright, but—

Tamlin paused.

“I’m sorry,” Tamlin said, reaching for me. I stepped out of his grip. “It’s too dangerous.”

Rhysie wasn’t the only one trying to protect her. No he didn’t lock her up like Tamlin, but he did abuse, humilate, and sexually assaulted her in front of a whole ass court (and she was basically half naked). Some of the things he did wasn’t out of necessity. Like kissing her without her consent (which is sexual assault) because he was jealous. He could’ve very much covered for her and Tamlin by using his magic to fix the paint considering he fixed it before, but instead, he forced himself on her as she tried to push him off. Not just this, but having his spies strip her and have her wear something that barely covered her wasn’t necessary either. The dancing wasn’t necessary. His weak ass explanation about how he didn’t want Amarantha to suspect is dumb as fuck considering he doesn’t try to hide his hatred for Amarantha and makes it obvious he thinks Feyre will win.

“One week with me at the Night Court every month in exchange for my healing services after her first task.” He raised my left arm to reveal the tattoo, whose ink didn’t shine as much as the paint on my body. “For the rest of her life,” he added casually, but his eyes were now upon Amarantha.

The Faerie Queen straightened a little bit—even Jurian’s eye seemed fixed on me, on Rhysand. For the rest of my life—he said it as if it were going to be a long, long while.

He thought I was going to beat her tasks.

Saying he didn’t want Amarantha to suspect but saying shit like this is honestly hilarious. He’s basically telling her he thinks she’ll lose lmao. If that wouldn’t make Amarantha suspect, what would? Rhysand could’ve protected Feyre from afar. Like how he told Amarantha’s guards (or whatever they are) to leave Feyre alone. And they did. Like how he sent the music to help her.

Rhysand having a weak ass explanation and Feyre just going with it and pulling a “I’m honored to be your mate” then he fucks her is not them conversing about it in my opinion.

It’s not a competition between which form of abuse is worse, because both are bad. Also, Rhysand didn’t lock her up but he did have a shield around Feyre in ACOSF. And it seemed like she hated it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, Tamlin didn’t sell Feyre’s sisters out. It was Ianthe.

Lucien’s face had slackened. “She sold out—she sold out Feyre’s family. To you.” (He’s talking to the king)

I had told Ianthe everything about my sisters. She had asked. Asked who they were, where they lived. And I had been so stupid, so broken … I had fed her every detail.”

“Sold out?” The king snorted. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were both strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.”

Tamlin actually tried to stop it

Nesta began thrashing against the men that held her.

Tamlin said, “Stop.”

The king did no such thing.

Lucien, beside Tamlin, again put a hand on his sword. “Stop this.”

Tamlin spat at the king, “This is not part of our deal. Stop this now.”

“I don’t care,” the king said simply.

Tamlin launched himself at the throne, as if he’d rip him to shreds.

That white-hot magic slammed into him, shoving him to the ground. Leashing him.

Tamlin strained against the collar of light on his neck, around his wrists.

So that’s that.

Tamlin didn’t notice Feyre fading away because he himself was going through shit too. I wouldn’t have noticed either and even if I did, I’d be too busy trying to fight my own damn battles after I was cursed for years, and after I had a psycho ass woman lusting after me ever since I was a child. And ofc him being a high lord and having many responsibilities makes it even worse. Let’s not forget that Feyre didn’t notice how Tamlin was suffering too. Both of them were traumatized and it couldn’t work.

Also, Tamlin didn’t just realize his awful mistakes by the end. He always felt guilty for everything he did. We saw that a lot in ACOMAF. The problem is that he’d lose control and he was very much going insane. I’m glad Feyre left

Overall, both Rhysand and Tamlin are equally abusive to be honest. Them just wanting to protect her doesn’t change that.

Hopefully I didn’t miss anything- and argument aside, I hope you don’t think this is an attack lol

Y’all so goofy being Rhysand stans then hating on Tamlin for being abusive as if Rhysie isn’t abusive too

#acotar #tamlin’s abuse #anti tamlin #anti rhysand #rhysand's abuse

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bangtangalicious · 4 years ago

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad.

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch. “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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not shy

megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.

request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess

note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!

word count: 4.5k

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“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”

Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.

“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.

“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”

“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”

Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”

“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”

“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.

He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.

Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”

“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”

Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.

His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”

“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”

“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.

“Study, of course. What else?”

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.

“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”

Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.

Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.

“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”

“Just what?”

His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.

“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”

“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”

“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”

“Okay, what do you want if you win?”

Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”

Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”

“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”

“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Please don’t touch my hair.”

Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.

Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”

Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.

“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”

“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”

“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”

Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”

Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”

Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”

“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”

“Then tell her you like her.”

“Fine, I will.”

“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.

“I said I will!”

“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”

Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.

Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?

No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.

The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.

He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.

Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.

At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”

As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”

“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”

Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”

“Do I smell bad?!”

“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”

“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.

“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”

“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”

“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”

“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”

“Ice skating?”

You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”

“But I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”

You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”

“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.

“Ow!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”

All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.

“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.

“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”

“Maybe you should carry me then.”

“C-carry you?”

“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”

“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”

That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.

In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.

Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.

Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.

Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.

“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”

“I’ll get you another blanket.”

“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”

“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.

Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”

“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

How did you expect him to sleep now?

But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

He’ll tell you another time.

“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.

“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”

“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”

“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.

“Or what, loser?”

“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”

“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”

As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.

Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...

“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”

Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”

“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”

“Tell me what?”

Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”

“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”

“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”

You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”

“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”

“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”

“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”

“Say it again. Please.”

“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.

“SHUT UP!”

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