#i'm gonna throw my concealer away

[mishkakagehishka]

But scrolling insta and seeing a girl with skin imperfections and thinking "oh she looks so cute" and suddenly something Clicked

[alexiroflife]

"first day"

fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off

Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door

to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of

WC: 1,701

Warning(s): none

"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"

"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."

"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.

"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."

"Not at all, actually," you agree.

Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"

"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."

"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.

"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.

"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."

"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.

"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."

"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."

"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."

Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.

"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"

"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."

"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"

"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."

"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.

"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.

"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.

"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.

"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.

"Please, you came out just fine, didn’t ya?” Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.

"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."

"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."

"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."

Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"

"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."

The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."

"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."

Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.

"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."

The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"

"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."

"But-"

"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"

"We done, now?"

"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."

Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.

Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.

He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."

You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."

"I know. I will," he nods.

"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."

"I won't."

"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."

"I'll try."

You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.

"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.

"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."

"Please do."

Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."

"Don't speed, Toji."

"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.

"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.

"See ya, doll."

"Bye, mum."

The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.

You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.

You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.

Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.

"Yep."

Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.

Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."

"I'm gonna cry."

The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"

"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."

"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."

"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."

"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."

"You're being for real?"

"Of course I am."

You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."

"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"

"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."

He smirks. "Will do, doll."

[weakformingyu]

You are my favorite

Pairing: Lee Know x afab!reader

Part 2 of Can I be your favorite?(Recommended to read the first part for context)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst(the tiniest bit)

Summary: you let your insecurities come in between your new relationship with Minho, luckily for you though, he's not gonna let you run away so easily.

Words count: 3,076

THIS CONTENT IS +18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: oral(f. receiving), unprotected piv(wrap it before you tap it ffs), creampie, marking, hickeys, dirty talk(barely), Minho is possessive asf(is it even my fic if he's not possessive?), reader is insecure

You were sore when you woke up the next morning — or should you say, afternoon? It was already 2pm when you opened your eyes, finding Minho's place empty by your side.

You look around the room, now there's enough light coming from the windows for you to be able to see the room. You don't know how to explain it but it fits Minho perfectly, the decoration is discreet but not basic and it shows a lot of his personality, more than you're aware of.

You get up, not really sure what you're supposed to do. So you collect your things and start getting dressed, tying your hair in a ponytail to try and conceal the mess.

When you open the door, you look around before getting out, not sure if you're going to find someone and a bit embarrassed to be going away at this hour. You get down the stairs, walking past the kitchen at a quick pace but before you can turn the knob, you hear a voice behind you.

“Minho, your girl is trying to escape”, he yells, making you spin on your heels quickly looking at the telltale just to find a boy, who you're sure is Jeongin, the youngest of the frat house.

“Never thought you would be the type to smash and dash”, your crush says, popping out of the kitchen.

“I'm not!” You defend yourself, crossing your arms.

“That's not what it looks like to me”, he shrugs.

“I was just looking for you”, you lie and he scoffs, walking towards you.

“You shouldn't lie, princess”, he leans closer to you, making you gulp. “I don't like liars”, he whispers. Smirking when he sees your breath quickening and the way you lick your lips nervously. “Anyways, you can go if you want. I'll pick you up at 8”

“F-for what?” You ask, trying to recompose yourself.

“I told you I was going to take you out for dinner, didn't I?”

"I can't believe you're really going on a date with Minho”, Jihyo says, clapping excitedly while she searches for something in your wardrobe.

“I don't why he wants to go on a date with me”

“‘cause you're hot?” Your best friend says, as if it's obvious.

“He has a hundred other hot girls to take on dates”, you scoff, making Jihyo throw a pillow at you.

“Stop with the self depreciation, he doesn't want the other girls, he wants you. So get your ass over here so I can help you with your makeup”

You were hopeful but didn't think Minho would actually do as he promised. At exactly 8pm, you heard a knock on the door and Jihyo squealed, giving you a thumbs up and sending you to your date.

Minho was looking exceptionally handsome in all black, hands tucked in the pockets of his pants. He stares at you up and down with a grin on his lips.

“You look good”, he tells you, enjoying seeing your cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Y-you look nice too”, you say, stepping outside and closing the door behind you.

You are seated in front of him, not really sure what to do next, you two ordered your food and some expensive wine that you never heard about. The ride to the restaurant was a bit awkward, you felt the need to say something but didn't know what to say so you talked about the weather not realizing that he liked seeing you trying, nervous like a bunny being hunted by a predator, him.

“So, what's your major?” He asks, taking you out of your thoughts. He's resting his face on his hand while watching you fidget on your seat.

“Engineering”, you answer, sipping on the glass of water the waiter poured to you.

“That's interesting”, he smiles. “I'm a dance major”, he tells you.

“I know”, you say without thinking, covering your mouth immediately. “I mean, everyone knows”, you smile sheepishly.

“Ah, yes. You like me, right?” He smirks, proudly, making your face turn as red as a tomato.

“Please, stop saying that, it's embarrassing”, you hide your face in your hands.

“It's embarrassing that you like me?” He chuckles, tilting his head.

“You were not supposed to know that”, you clarify, “it's pathetic that I have feelings for someone who didn't even know I existed until last night”, you sigh.

“I clearly knew you existed, since I knew that you like me”, he teases. “I don't think it's pathetic, the heart wants what it wants”

“Is that why you dated all those girls?” You ask, naively, making his eyes grow wide. He didn't think you'd be that straightforward.

“No, I'm not one to rejected a nice looking girl”, he shrugs, “they just didn't manage to be more than that to me, but I'm sure they can be something more for someone else”

“Ah”, you nod, feeling awkward.

“Do you want to date me?” He asks nonchalantly like he's asking how was your day, making you choke on the water you just drank.

“What?” You ask, shocked.

“I think I was very clear”, he answers, scowling.

“Why would you want to date me?”

“I guess you heard me well”, he teases, “you're my type”, Minho clarifies.

“I don't think I'm, though”, you oppose.

“I think I know better than you who is or is not my type”

“I mean, I'm not pretty like your other girlfriends”, you push.

“Firstly: why would I want someone just like the people I broke up with? Second: I think you're pretty”

You feel your whole face hot, covering your mouth instantly so he doesn't see the stupid smile you have on your lips.

“Also, I like fucking you”, he ruins the moment, smirking, “I wanna keep doing that”

“What a gentleman”, you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat growing on your lower stomach. He doesn't need to know that you'd give anything for him to fuck you right now on the restroom of the restaurant.

“I can be one”, he stretches his arm, grabbing your hand, caressing it. “Or I can be the opposite of that, it's your call”, he shrugs.

That's precisely how you ended up fucking on the restaurant’s restroom. He pulled you inside the confined space, bending you on the sink and before you could prepare yourself his cock was inside of you.

“Fuck, kitten”, he groans, covering your mouth, not slowing down his thrusts. “You have to be quiet if you don't wanna get caught”, you nod, crying out, seeing his smirk through the reflection of the mirror.

You ended up dating him. It's not like it's a sacrifice for you or anything but you couldn't wrap your head around the reason that the Lee Minho would want to date you of all people. People's reaction was different from the one you expected too, they didn't really care, thinking he was going to dump you in a week.

However, to their surprise and especially yours, he didn't. Minho never even brought up the idea of breaking up and when you realized, two months had already passed.

After two months you still couldn't believe you were dating him and how hot he is, you always thought he was the most handsome man you ever saw but dating him hits differently. Now you can see him after a shower, coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hip, his muscular chest bare for you to drool over. He cooks for you, making your favorite foods or some you never ate before. He brings you snacks and makes side dishes for you to eat at home. Minho picks you up before class and takes you back home after or he invites you to sleep over at the frat. You're already acquainted with all his friends, they even come looking for you to show you things when you're in the house. It makes you wonder if they acted like that with all of his girlfriends. Two months of the sweetest romance and the best sex you've ever had.

At least it was. You're not going to deny it, you're insecure. Minho is someone you never thought you could reach, so to be his girlfriend? It's something you never imagined. As he told you before, he has a great number of options, so the possibility that he'll replace you anytime, scares you.

You try forgetting about that, try not to overthink, until you find him at the library with a girl all over him. She's beautiful, perfect skin and shiny hair, she's hanging too close to him, touching his arm and throwing her head back in an exaggerated laugh. She's actually touching him at any chance she gets and you're there paralyzed like an idiot, watching it.

You feel the tears brimming in your eyes and you turn around and walk to the opposite side. You are his girlfriend, you should definitely step in, but in all honesty, you are too scared. Scared he'll look at you like you are nothing, that he's finally going to look at you with cold eyes like you have been waiting for it to happen.

You don't talk to him for days, avoiding meeting with him and ignoring his calls. You know it's childish to just ignore someone like that but you just needed to prepare yourself for the dreadful conversation you were about to have. It's going to be for the best if you two break up, he can go back to the way he lived before and you can stop worrying about when he's going to get tired of you.

It's not a surprise when Minho shows up at your door, you expected that to happen but wasn't expecting his appearance. He has his hair disheveled, deep eye bags under his eyes and he looks furious.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, angrily, not even greeting you and storming inside your apartment like a hurricane. “Why did you disappear?”

“I needed to think”, you murmur, closing the door behind you.

“Think about what? You should at least have answered my texts”, he huffs, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the couch.

“About us”, you answer him, making his face soften a bit.

“What about us?” He asks, tilting his head in confusion.

“I think it's best if we break up”, you tell him at once, not really capable of dragging this conversation for too long, it was already so hard to say that sentence, you are about to cry at any minute.

“What are you on about?” He frowns, taking a step closer to you, but you take a step back.

“I'm trying to make the right decision for the both of us”, you sigh, “it's not like this is going to last anyways, you should go find someone who's on your level”

He scoffs, breathing a laugh. You expected any other reaction of him, but that one was not included.

“So that is what this is about”, he starts walking towards you and you start stepping back, until you bump into the kitchen table with nowhere else to run. Minho gets closer to you, looking down on you as he cages you between the table and his body.

“My kitten is insecure, is that it?” He asks, making you blush with the pet name. Minho never gets tired of making you flustered.

“I'm not”, you lie, avoiding his gaze.

“You know I don't like liars”, he tells you, “but I guess it's on me, if I did a better job as your boyfriend you wouldn't be feeling like this’, he pouts.

“You are a great boyfriend”, you murmur, trying not to look into his eyes, he's too close.

“Hm? I am?” He teases. “Then what's it, kitten, did you find someone more interesting than me?” He smiles, it was supposed to be a joke but the way your eyes widened with that simple suggestion makes him a bit mad. “Is that it?” He asks, narrowing his eyes to stare at you.

“No, there's no one like that”, you tell him.

“Then why did you hesitate?”, he raises his brows in questioning. You were just too shocked to answer right away but he doesn't let you tell him that. “Nice way to make me angry”, he scoffs. “I told you I can be a fucking gentleman so why do you always make me be the opposite of that?” He asks, taking a step closer to you and pressing his body against yours. His hands slide around your waist, caging you even more in his hold.

“Minho, I-”, you try to speak but he tsks, interrupting you.

“You need to learn a lesson”, he tells you, leaning closer and brushing his lips on your cheek, trailing it down to your jaw and then your neck. “You are mine”, he whispers before attaching his mouth to your neck, biting on your skin so hard you whine with the pain.

His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing it and pulling you up, to sit on the table. You were on your pjs already ready to sleep and that makes his access to your body easier, the thin fabric of your clothes can barely block the warmth coming from his body to yours.

Minho pops open his dress shirt, letting it slide and fall on the floor, watching your reaction to him. You bite on your bottom lip, staring at his muscular chest. He always looks so good, you feel like moaning just by looking at him.

“Min…”, you murmur, spreading your legs wide for him. It's not like you can resist him anyways.

“There you are”, he smiles, unbuckling his pants and letting it fall down at his feet, “my needy girl”

You avoid his eyes, pulling your shirt off to reveal your bare chest to him.

“You look so hot, all spread for me like this”, he smiles, getting on his knees. Minho pulls the waistband of your shorts and panties down, watching your glistening cunt in excitement. “Is this because of me or are you thinking about someone else?” He pushes, finally seeing you look at him, shaking your head frantically.

“It's all you, the only one I think about is you”, you confess, feeling your cheeks hot.

Minho grins, putting your legs over his shoulders and kissing your inner thighs. He licks your pussy slightly, just teasing you, making you put your hands on his head to force him against your core.

You can feel him smile, licking a long strip between your folds, attaching his lips to your clit next. Minho slides his hand between your legs, inserting two fingers inside of you, going in and out while he sucks your aching core, grunting and groaning with you pulling on his hair and he watches as you become undone in his mouth.

You can feel your orgasm coming, your toes curl immediately and you buck your hips against his mouth desperately, chasing your high and when the knot on your lower stomach finally explodes, you moan loudly, trembling in his embrace.

Minho stands up, cleaning around his mouth with his fingers and then licking on them.

“Still my favorite taste”, he smirks. You look stunning with your soft lips parted and hair disheveled, your chest rises and falls in a fast rhythm.

“This is going to be the last time I'll let you have your way”, you try looking the least bit believable while stating that, but that only makes him chuckle, stroking his cock a few times before he comes closer to you.

“And that only proves that you still haven't understood the situation you're in”, he tells you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock while he waits for you to stop him but you don't, you want to feel him inside you so fucking much that it seems like you're going crazy. He pushes in, feeling your cunt squeezing him deliciously. “Fuck”, Minho murmurs. Your arms wrap around his waist, burying your nails in his skin, the snap of his hips against yours making you breathless.

He kisses you, feeling your sweet lips against his only adds to the building up of his orgasm, you look so pretty, you're perfect for him, your pussy is perfect for him, he won't let you end things with him that easily.

He pulls away from you for a moment, your mouth is parted and your eyes are glossy, he wants to hold you forever.

“I'm in love with you”, he confesses, thrusts faltering a bit. Your eyes grow wide to his sudden revelation. “You won't get rid of me that easily, kitten”, he groans, pressing his lips against yours one more time.

That's enough for you to cum, squirming and trembling in his embrace, while you watch him breathlessly thrust inside of you, eyes locked with yours.

“Do it inside”, you cry out, overstimulated after your second orgasm. Minho groans, bending towards you and kissing you, spilling his hot cum inside you while he bites on your lips.

He rests his head on your shoulder, breathless, trying to recompose himself.

“Don't ever talk about breaking up, ever again”, he pulls away to look at you, finding your eyes brimming with tears.

“But I saw that girl hitting on you the other day at the library”, you pout, making him sigh, cupping your face with both of his hands.

“Yes, she was hitting on me but I told her I have a really smart, hot girlfriend and that I was not interested”, he tells you, making you feel like the greatest idiot in the world.

“I'm sorry, I should have checked with you first”, you say, “I just love you so much, I'm scared you're going to dump me”, you confess, making him chuckle. His heart beating like crazy, it's the first time you openly say you love him.

“Y/n, you're stuck with me for a long time”, he gives you a peck on the lips, “I won't ever do anything to hurt you, okay?”

You nod, feeling warmth spreading all over your chest.

“Now, you better prepare yourself, ‘cause you need to receive some punishment for disappearing and making me worry”, he tells you, showing you that devilish smirk of his and before you can run to save yourself, Minho is picking you up and dragging you to your room.

[romanoffsbish]

You Can Run, but You Can’t Hide

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Reader

Natasha always knew the truth, but it wasn’t until a mission where she had you alone that she set her plan in motion. Come the end of the trip she planned to make your hers in the most natural way—claimed and bred. | WC: 1,440

Warnings: NC Themes (Discarding of hormone blockers) | Guns / Death (to Hydra)

Smut: Kotenok (R) | Penetration (P in V — Natasha has a penis) | Public (Over [a balcony railing]) | Choking | Breeding

Natasha watched the way you paced around the room, it'd been a weeks time since you'd arrived in this hotel. A mission that you were assigned on with Natasha, an Avenger first, Alpha second, but nonetheless an Alpha.

Which would be fine, since you were a beta, but with your medicine missing the truth was coming to light. The truth that the redhead was aware of from the second the lie left your lips, you were an omega; hers, waiting for what, she didn’t know, but she was over it.

———

That's why she took your stash of hormone blockers and poured them down the toilet on night one, at first she appreciated your concealment since she was busy. Missions were at an all time high last year when you joined Shield, but with the incoming fall of Hydra, as this mission is designed for such a thing, there was no longer a need for you to hide from predatory alpha's.

Natasha was here now, to make sure they all knew you were hers. Hers to claim, to wreck, to fill with her pups.

Her cock twitched when she got a whiff of your scent, it was dull from the prolonged use of drugs, but it was still clear enough for her to feel comforted by the soft swirls of cinnamon and vanilla. Then it soured as your body began to fight against the natural, debilitating heat that followed a sudden change, such as quitting your meds. Natasha was quick to croon from the other room, pumping out thick pheromones as she slowly entered the room. You looked up at her so pitifully.

"Oh kotenok," she coo'd, "You don't look too good, what's wrong beta? Are you going through a period?"

You whimpered, body trembling as your natural instincts made you throw yourself into her chest. "Alpha please." Natasha wrapped her arms around you, and held you close enough that you could feel her twitch through her pants. You cried and she smirked. “Oh, what a naughty girl, you’re no beta after all…”

Judging by her teasing tone, you understood that she knew, and with the way she gripped you, it was even more clear what had happened to your supply. You should be angry, but you were actually relieved. A single alpha like Natasha was rare to find, she was kind, soft when off the clock, and gorgeous in all facets. You’d almost poured the pills down the drain yourself every time you caught her staring at you after an event.

“I’m sorry, but please don’t pull away, I-I need you.”

"Are you gonna tell me why you've been hiding?"

"I-I wasn't ready to give up my life just yet, but fuck, I swear I'm ready now, if it's with you alpha, please."

"We have a mission," she reminded you, her eyes cast outside the window to catch movement of the enemy.

"Please!" You gripped her biceps, body shivering at the chiseled muscles that flexed beneath your fingers, if you didn't need her before, you sure did now. "Shit."

Natasha kept your body from falling with the buckle of your knees, her free hand reached for her long rifle and she took the both of you outside onto the balcony.

"I'll fuck you," she gave in with ease, and you purred softly at the good news. Then you felt her slipping your pants off and softly shrieked, "We're outside Natasha, anyone can see us." She chuckled, "Good observation."

Natasha continued to strip you while her other hand set her gun up on its stand, a bit of a multitasker.

"I can wait," you tried to stop her, but not really as you arched your bare ass into her dicks imprint, your body having a mind of its own, your heat was too strong. "Well, I don't want to detka, I've waited far too long."

Though you’d guessed it, you were shocked at the way she confirmed it without an ounce of shame. “Y-you knew?" Natasha gripped your hip, and brought your dripping entrance to her thick tip. "Of course I did, you can't hide from a super soldier's senses," her nose nuzzled over your neck and you whimpered at the hopeful promise of her claiming you. No longer were you worried about anyone seeing you two, the rest of the world faded away as she slipped herself inside.

Her hips stayed still, allowing your slick walls a moment to catch up with the stretch before she was lifting you off the ground. "Na-Natasha, what are..."

The redhead grunted as she lifted your body onto the railing by her grip around the nape of your neck, and you cried out in both fear and pleasure. It was muffled as she alluringly slid her hand around to squeeze your throat. The tip of her cock had slammed into your cervix just as you stared down at the far away ground, full of tiny silhouettes to remind you it was day time. 

The railing shook as Natasha picked up a brutal pace, her face never lost its smirk as she felt your legs wrap around her backside, your heels painfully dug into her covered back. "Alpha, I-I'm not sure about..."

"You wanted to be filled Y/N," she taunted, "I said we had a mission, that means you'll take your pleasure while I do all of the work. Be thankful, not bratty."

"Sorry Alpha," you whimpered, and held on tighter.

"There's the leader," she pointlessly alerted you, who couldn't see anything other than her demise if she slips over the railing. Your walls were clenching so hard, hoping to instigate her knot so that you'd have a more secure base, but it was fruitless. Natasha's stamina was unworldly, and you were completely at her mercy here.

You heard a muffled shot go off over the sound of the railing squeaking beneath your moving body, then the gun was going off again. "Partner is down, two to go."

Natasha picked up her pace, and was rewarded with your filthy moans that were once muffled by your fear, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Which was fortunate for the both of you since she already shot another member, and was left with the other who had caught sight of the both of you. He was stuck in place, unable to comprehend that he was going to die by the hands of the Black Widow, who was railing her omega.

Natasha smirked, and finally gave into your cries to be upright. She grunted as your back pressed to her front and your slick, from your first orgasm, ran down her legs. "Last one detka, keep him distracted for me."

Your eyes locked on the others, the mans mouth was agape as he watched you get railed, it distracted him from the red dot that illuminated his forehead. He was clearly unaware of his fate as his eyes lost their life but you were aware of yours as her knot locked in place and her potent stream of cum filled you with a future.

"You are going to look so beautiful full of my pups," Natasha hoarsely groaned against your neck, her teeth barely scraped over your sensitive gland and you mewled, your walls milked her cock even more and her knot subsequently deflated after a minute of your persistence . “Fuck, I need to fill you again kotenok.”

Her strong hands held you by your hips as she carried you back into the hotel room. She laid you flat on the mattress, and pulled out of you, just long enough to flip you over and thrust right back inside of you. It was loud as your arousals rushed out, only to be sloshed all over the place as her cock entered you mid disposal.

Your body then thrashed at the harsh fill up and her canines dug into your scent gland, leaving behind her unbreakable mark as your core fluttered around her as you came again without much work. "Keep squeezing me just like that detka and we'll never be apart again."

"Good," you sighed softly, happiness clear in your eyes, "I was getting tired of being apart to begin with."

Natasha chuckled, and leaned in to chastely kiss your lips, "It was your choice to hide detka, I was waiting."

"I'm glad you grew impatient," you mused, then you nervously pressed a kiss to her neck, wet lips grazed over her scent gland. "Can I claim you too, Alpha?"

"Wait," she whispered, voice raspy as she began to pump in and out of you, "Wait for my knot detka..."

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ sensory deprivation with choso 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 25: pussy delivery for you!!!

✿ choso kamo x circus entertainer! reader

✿ warnings: sensory deprivation, fucking while hanging from a rope, p in v, creampie, oral (m receiving)

You watch him from your swing in the circus. He's in between all the people, ready to see you perform. You have never noticed him before even though you have performed in this city a lot of times. At first sight, he's different. All of the guys try to maintain their bad boy hair while he's wearing a fucking pigtails. What guy wears pigtails?

"Who wants to be my accomplice?" you ask the audience, and they answer by roaring chanter. Everybody wants to get closer to you.

Your family has a deep history of doing circus. It was your great-grandfather who started all of this. You never complained though. Your job is to swing wrapped in ropes, doing all kinds of tricks.

"What about you, sir?" you point at the guy in pigtails. He looks surprised that you would pick him, but he follows you to the stage. The shyness just radiates off of him, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

"We have a brave volunteer here, " you exclaim with a smile, "you see those hoops? You can't connect them, but I'm gonna show you that is possible."

This trick is old, but people seem to love it the most. Half of your body is wrapped in the rope swing, and you place one hoop in the guy's hands.

You swing your swing around him, gathering some speed before you throw the hoop at him. He puts it right in front of him at the right moment for it to intertwine with the other hoop. The crowd roars in awe, throwing flowers at you. Another hoop follows suit and lands perfectly into the hoop too.

"That's all guys," you yell at the crowd. They boo at you, wanting to see you do something more, but it's the end of your performance. You hop out of the ropes, gathering the hoops from the guy.

When you're close to his side, you whisper in his ear, "Meet me here at 6 pm."

Choso had his eyes on you for a long time, always watching your videos on YouTube. He used to come to the circus with his family when he was little before you were even born. But he never got the courage to visit you personally. Until today.

He sneaks away from the circus security, heading right into the main tent. Here you are - his goddess. You're in your swing, swinging from one side of the tent to the other.

He dares to step closer to you, making you notice him. You stop by slithering your legs around his waist. He jumps at your touch, and his cheeks turn red when you take his face in your hands.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." you pout at him, using your finger to graze his bottom lip. He's shy, almost trembling under your touch. Choso tries to control himself, after all, it's the first time he gets to touch you.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" you whisper in his ear, and he nods timidly. You swing upside down on the ropes, your face coming in contact with his hard-on. You don't waste any time as you pull down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He's big, pretty dark curls on the base. You usually mind when a guy doesn't shave, but it fits him.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, and you swirl your tongue on the base. His shaking hands find their way to your hair, and he guides you. he slowly thrusts his cock deeper when he sees you have no trouble taking in.

"I love your mouth." he moans. This is better than he imagined. Your mouth is way warmer than his own fist. This is exactly what turns him on, you in the ropes with his cock in your mouth. He whines when you pull away from him.

You turn normally again to tell him he can do whatever he wants with you. He's eager to finally fuck you, finally sinking his cock into the woman he dreamt of for years and years.

Choso grabs the robes, tying your wrists together while keeping you secure with the rest of them. The dress you're wearing doesn't conceal your body, and he has no issue pulling the bottom of your bodysuit to the side.

He nearly moans when he gets to see your glistening pussy. His fingertips pet your wetness, and he uses it as lube for his cock.

His length pushes all the way inside of your pussy, making you gasp. He's sloppy, he would never tell you that it's his first time. His head leans on your shoulder, this is too much for him. Your pussy is way tighter than he thought it would be, wrapping around his cock nicely.

"You're so hot." you moan, you want so badly to run your hands through his hair, but he has you wrapped. He's speeding his thrusts, and you suspect that he's close. You want to cum first.

"Come on, baby. fuck me until I'm screaming." he doesn't need to be told twice. His cock angles inside you so that your sweet spot is abused by his cock. He fucks you nicely when he's more focused.

You feel close under his new set of thrusts, and you know that he's close too.

"Gonna cum together?" you ask him. he just nods his head, poor guy too overwhelmed to answer. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, making your pussy wrap even tighter around his cock. Choso can't take it as he cums right inside of you. He just hopes his beloved sweetheart gets pregnant.

"Untie me, please," you beg, you're still in the hair by the restraints. He panics, what if you would like to run away with him?

He carefully unties the rope, setting you down on the ground. He's fast, and he's not gonna let you get away.

"What's your name by the way?" you ask him as you check your outfit to see if there's any damage.

"Choso Kamo."

"Nice to meet you, Choso. I gonna think about when I come back here"

choso smiles to himself, you're not getting anywhere. Not under his watch.

[reverie-starlight]

Osamu + doing their makeup for them on the first prompt list? 🥹🥹🙏🙏

SO CUTE!!! I'm not sure which way you wanted this, but this was the first thing that came to mind. hope you enjoy!!

gn!reader that owns/uses makeup, no physical descriptions, fluff fluff fluff, I need to write for osamu more. I think legally for every three atsumu fics I post on this blog, I need to do one for his brother. pls don't hold me to that. very dialogue heavy!!

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"how did I let ya talk me into this?" osamu sighs from underneath you. of course he knows how- your puppy dog eyes and sweet, sweet voice buttering him up.

you giggle and shift a bit so you're straddling him more comfortably. "because you loveeee meeee," you sing. "and you're extremely weak against my charm," you swipe some bright green eye shadow over his left eyelid.

the man sighs again, but the corner of his mouth is clearly twitching upwards at the reminder. "yeah, yeah, whatever," he starts bouncing his leg to pass the time and you click your tongue.

"'samu, stop moving, I'm gonna mess your face up."

he lets out a sudden laugh. "yeah, I'm sure moving my leg a little bit is the thing that's gonna mess my face up. definitely not the gremlin sitting on my lap with some-" he opens his right eye to try to get a glimpse of the brush but you're quick to pull it out of his view. "mystery colour. I don't like the look on your face, sweetheart, what are ya doin' to me?"

your laugh is far too ominous for his liking. "don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna make you so pretty."

"wasn't worried," he shoots back automatically, but then he grumbles a bit while rubbing your thighs, "thought you already considered me pretty."

"aww, so pouty," you coo at him. "keep it up and I'm gonna put some gloss on you, too."

you have to kiss away his scowl and reassure him that nothing sticky or wet will be applied to his lips before lunch.

he stays still until you announce that you're finished. he's a little too quick about scooping you up in his arms and rising from his chair.

you had been giggling throughout the entire process and he remembers the barely concealed mischief behind your eyes when you first begged to do his makeup. there was absolutely zero chance that you had actually given him a cohesive look, but you've been so down lately, that seeing you genuinely laugh and smile made him just a bit more willing than usual to let you have your way.

"samu!" you shriek when he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

he adjusts his grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from squirming too much. "this had better be the best look of the damn century, sweetheart, or you're going to pay for it."

"what? nooo, baby I swear I was just messing around-" you're squirming relentlessly now, doing everything in your power to get out of his grip and run to safety. your boyfriend is relentless when it comes to payback. granted, you don't mind one bit, but it doesn't make the build-up any less terrifying.

he flicks the light switch on and it's dead-silent in the bathroom as he takes in his new look. his grip loosens just a bit and you take the opportunity to finally wiggle out of his arms and stand beside him.

osamu is just standing there, jaw slacked and staring at his reflection. you bite your lip to stop more laughter from bubbling out.

on his left eye is the bright green eyeshadow you had hidden from his view. on his right is a glittery neon pink. you've applied eyeliner on him as well, however not as sharp as what he sees you do for yourself. not sharp at all, actually, because instead of his eyeliner being winged, you've turned it into rounded flower petals. his blush is horrendously over applied to the apples of his cheeks, making him look like a doll.

and for the final blow, you've also "tattooed" some words onto his face in red lip liner.

atsumu is the better twin.

how you managed to fit it all is a mystery to him- he's almost impressed- but what's even more dumfounding is how he hadn't realized you were writing on him.

he blames your adorable smile for distracting him.

once he's done processing, he turns to look at you slowly and you feel a strange mix of fear and excitement pooling in your stomach. you're both extremely still and waiting for the other to make a move.

you decide not to tell him that you realized halfway into the flower petal eyeliner that you forgot to restock your makeup remover.

after an agonizing ten seconds, your lover only has to narrow his eyes to get you shrieking and running for cover.

lunch will have to wait a bit longer, but he decides he's okay with that as he chases you down the hall and pretends he can't catch up. he'll get his fill soon enough, anyway.

"yeah, you'd better run, darlin'."

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thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoyed!!

@emmyrosee come get your husband

[unclewaynemunson]

'No no no Steve wait, don't throw that a...way.' The end of the sentence died on Eddie's tongue as the leftover lasagna, basically in slow-motion, tumbled out of the dish and into the bin. Eddie could almost hear a funeral march start to play over the dull thud and the sound of crushing eggshells.

'Fuck,' he said, emphatically.

'That was barely half a portion,' Steve remarked with a careless shrug while putting the empty dish back on the kitchen counter.

And Eddie groaned, tried to count to ten in his head but didn't even make it to two.

'I was gonna have that for lunch, man, add a slice of bread and an apple and I'd have a decent meal!'

There must have been something in his voice that told Steve that he wasn't just being overly dramatic but genuinely annoyed, because his face dropped and he shot a quick glance at the dish, as if that would magically summon the lasagna back into it, untouched by gross eggshells and coffee dregs.

'Seriously, that was perfectly good food, why would you throw that away?!'

'I can buy you lunch tomorrow?' Steve suggested sheepishly.

And, well, that hit a sore spot.

'That's not the fucking point!' Eddie exclaimed in frustration. 'I'm not your charity case or some shit, I can take care of my own meals – as long as you don't throw my food away!'

And again, it was like Eddie saw it happen in slow-motion: Steve flinched, took a stumbling step backwards, created as much distance between himself and Eddie as possible in the trailer’s tiny kitchen by bumping his back against the counter; something crossed his face that Eddie had never seen there before. And... shit.

All his frustration dissolved right on the spot and he immediately took another step away from Steve, even though everything inside of him wanted to cross that distance and hold him. He raised his hands in the air, cautious not to move too sudden.

'Steve, I'm not mad at you,' he said, forcing himself to sound as calm as possible despite his heart beating like crazy. 'I got annoyed, sure, but – it's okay. We're okay. You're okay. I didn't wanna hurt you, I promise.'

Steve swallowed, let his eyes dart everywhere except at Eddie's face while he tightly crossed his arms in front of his chest. The fear seemed to have disappeared from his face, replaced by something else; something expertly concealed within seconds. Anyone less well-versed than Eddie in the craft of noticing every little detail about Steve Harrington wouldn't notice; but Eddie did.

'You wanna talk about what happened there?' he asked, hesitant.

Steve didn't answer right away, his eyes still frantically darting around the trailer and his lower lip sucked between his teeth.

'What do you mean?' he finally said.

'Can I come closer?' Eddie asked. He felt like it would be so much easier to have this conversation if he could touch Steve; if he could smell him and have him in his orbit.

Steve nodded; Eddie sighed a breath of a relief and crossed the distance between them to rest his hands against Steve's sides; not quite an embrace, but something grounding for both of them nonetheless.

'I kinda recognized that look in your eyes, I guess,' Eddie quietly admitted. 'And the way you flinched. Like you were scared I was gonna do something bad.'

'I know you wouldn't –'

'I know,' Eddie was quick to reassure him. There was a beat of silence and Eddie wondered how much he should push. But he knew that he needed this conversation to happen, that it would keep gnawing at both of them if they didn't talk about it now.

'It's because of your dad, isn't it?'

Steve nodded, still looking slightly past Eddie.

'I'm sorry.' Eddie exhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions under control; he knew that aimless anger at Steve's father wouldn't get them anywhere; not here, not right now. 'I mean, I knew he was bad, but I had no idea that it was... like that.'

He could hear Steve breathe out while he stared at some point just above Eddie's head.

'Sometimes I think all that crap is behind me now,' Steve quietly started to explain. 'But then something like this happens and it – it just catches me by surprise, is all. Like I'll never completely be free of the fear.'

Eddie nodded. 'Uncle Wayne, he... He looks a lot like my father - even though he's nothing like him. Took me years to fully trust him. He makes sure to never raise his voice, but still, sometimes when I see him make a sudden movement from the corner of my eyes, I just... freeze. Like it's some kind of instinct that’ll always stay with me.'

Steve finally looked Eddie in his eyes again, stunned and a little bit shocked.

'Your dad, too?'

Eddie nodded. 'Mhm.'

And wordlessly, Steve pulled him closer, until Eddie was enveloped in his warm arms and their chests were pressed against each other. Eddie let his eyes fall shut, breathed in Steve's familiar scent while he nestled his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his own grip around Steve's back.

They stayed like that for minutes, maybe even a whole eternity.

'Should we make rules?' Steve finally asked, in a hesitant voice and without pulling away from their embrace.

'What kind of rules?'

'Like, things to make sure that this doesn't – that we won't get scared. I know we can't promise not to fight, but...' He trailed off; Eddie could feel him shrug his shoulders.

He started slowly stroking one hand up and down over Steve's back. 'What was the thing that got you afraid, earlier?'

'Your loud voice – and the way you stepped into my space, I guess.'

'Okay.' Eddie nodded. 'So no yelling, and we try to keep our distance when shit goes sour. Sound good?'

Steve hummed against Eddie’s neck. 'Yeah. And for you? You mentioned the sudden movements, with Wayne?'

'Yeah, no sudden movements would help,' Eddie admitted.

'Okay, I can do that.'

Eddie squeezed Steve tighter. 'Thank you.'

Steve huffed. 'You're the one who started this conversation; I should be thanking you.'

Eddie lifted his face to press a gentle kiss against Steve's cheek, and another one at the corner of his lips.

'I'm sorry for startling you.'

'That's okay, you couldn't know.'

'Can you stop doing that, please?’ Eddie said with a chuckle. ‘Let me say thank you, let me apologize. Let me take care of you.'

Steve chuckled too; never before had Eddie been so grateful to hear that sound. 'I'll try.'

'You wanna stay the night?'

Steve shuffled, pulled back a little bit so that Eddie could see his face; there was a frown between his eyebrows.

'I'm not sure if I'm in the mood, after, you know...'

'Hey,' Eddie said, softly. 'You can stay the night for other reasons, too, you know. To have some comfort. To fall asleep together. To let me make sure that you're doing alright.'

'You sure?'

'Hell yes.'

Steve's head dropped down to Eddie's shoulder again, and Eddie lifted his hand to comb through his hair.

'Yeah, I'll stay.'

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #11

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

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"What the hell are you doing there? We're gonna be late!"

Jungkook's muffled voice reaches your ears, settling an irritation inside of you as you adjust your breasts in the red dress for the last time. He's been whining outside of the bathroom door for the past twenty minutes, mostly complaining about time and how much it's taking you to get ready.

It's easy for him, he just put on his suit and styled his hair – that's it.

You've been struggling to make a perfect eyeliner, making sure there are no smudges underneath your eyes from mascara and your concealer doesn't move, covering any skin blemishes. The real fight was with your hair, trying to style it in a proper hairstyle but you ended up straightening it into a sleek one instead. Throwing one side behind your shoulder, enough to show a glimpse of your collarbones and shining silver choker which is just imitation of diamonds, looks good enough.

"Seriously--"

Opening the door, you arch your brow in annoyance at your best friend who's pacing in front of his bathroom door. He stops, eyes trailing down your figure as you do the same with him.

You shouldn't be surprised when you're flashed with the sight in front of you. He's wearing a casual black suit, nothing special about it, but he looks fucking good. Those damn biceps bulge as his hands are tucked in the pockets of his slacks and you're trying not to stare too much at his puffed out chest and broad shoulders. The red tie matches with your dress, the one he bought for himself after you showed him the dress, making sure you both match together.

His sleek black hair is thrown back, exposing his forehead – a complete opposite of the boy with the coconut hairstyle you remember from four years ago.

"You look... good." he says, eyeing you down again as you chuckle.

"Wow, that sounded believable." you laugh at his tone, trying not to focus on the shock decorating that handsome face.

"No! I mean.. you look fucking gorgeous," he says right away, shaking his head as he finally meets your eyes with darkened gaze. "It makes me want to fuck you." he admits shamelessly, causing you to gasp in shock before a laugh erupts in your throat.

Jungkook always knew how to compliment people, he used to compliment you a lot. But with recent events and the deal you both made, he became more blunt and explicit. Is he saying that just because you started exploring each other sexually? Or he always thought of you that way? 

"Jungkook, you can't say stuff like that." you giggle, slapping his chest playfully as he grins down at you, licking those damn pink lips.

"I can," he shrugs, still grinning at you. "I'm your boyfriend."

Your heart jumps at that almost immediately. "Fake boyfriend." you remind him.

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, arm wrapping around your waist before he dives in.

"What are you doing?" you stop him, chuckling when he frowns at your dismissal.

"I was going to kiss you." he pouts, arms slowly sliding down from your waist in disappointment.

"You're going to ruin my lipstick," you chuckle, pinching his cheek while he grunts in annoyance at you. "Now let's go. I believe you said something about being late."

Turning around, you leave him standing there but still hear faint curses thrown at your dismissal that makes you laugh. You're trying to put the heels on, glancing at Jungkook that stands there with a solid frown settled on his brows and lips.

"Don't sulk there, big boy. Come help me." you call out to him, a grin of amusement tracing your lips at the way he huffs out and makes his way to you.

You sit on the bench that serves as a shoe rack as well, before he kneels on his one knee in front of you. He delicately touches your ankle, making sure he puts the stripe around it the right way.

"Is that okay?" he asks you, eyeing your ankle to see if it's not too tight or too loose.

"Yeah," you breathe out, eyes focused on his black sleek hair meanwhile his scent causes you to mentally hum in praise. It's not too strong, but just enough for you to smell it and appreciate the expensive scent.

He does the same thing with your other leg, and when he's done you expect him to just stand up. Instead, his fingers meet your skin as he trails them up your leg, before he stops at your calf. Closely, you watch his every move while your body shivers at the feeling of his fingertips caressing your skin. He raises your leg as it becomes more visible through the cut, the dress slipping between your legs. Your breath hitches when you see him dipping down, kissing your leg as he makes his way up. He makes sure to kiss almost every inch on the way, before he stops at the top of your knee.

Deviously, he looks up, enough to show you a little smirk lingering on his lips before he stands up. He offers you his hand, enjoying how shocked with a lust in your eyes you look. You take it, not prepared to utter a single word as you let yourself be led out of Jungkook's apartment.

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The place of Seokjin's wedding is beautiful. As expected, there's a white color everywhere although, it's matched with soft purplish color as well, creating a soft looking environment. There are flowers everywhere, making it seem like you're in one of those fairytales' forests. Even the room is huge, making you wonder how many people have been invited. Such a wedding must cost a fortune but then you remember, he owns a restaurant.

With Jungkook's hand on your lower back, he guides you through the crowd of people, greeting most of them that seem to be closer to your age with a brief greeting. You're busy looking around, barely noticing Jungkook is walking straight to Taehyung and Jimin who are already waiting for your arrival. You notice them when you hear their voices, greeting the both of you with whistles that make you roll your eyes at them.

"Yo! You guys look hot!" Taehyung calls out, hand covering his mouth to mimic his shock.

"Hey!" Jimin says right away, hugging you before he hugs Jungkook in a brief one. The same thing Taehyung does, before they start to talk about how it should start any second.

Just as they start chatting, about something you're not paying attention to, your eyes catch Kiko in the end of the room, talking with some other woman. They're all wearing pastel purple dresses, meaning they're bridesmaids. There's no doubt she's outstanding in all of them, even though their dresses are exactly the same. She looks beautiful even from a distance, and just as you look at Jungkook, you find him already looking at her.

He feels your eyes on him, but he lets his own linger on his ex-girlfriend for a few seconds before he looks at you. He gives you a weak attempt to smile, placing his hand on your lower back.

"Come on, it's about to start." he mutters gently, following Jimin and Taehyung who keep laughing about something, looking far more comfortable than you and Jungkook.

The wedding ceremony is beautiful, bringing you to the tears that you desperately try to blink away. You don't even know them personally, yet Seokjin's tears when he first sees his future wife makes you so emotional that you nibble on your bottom lip.

Surprisingly, Jungkook doesn't notice nor cares about your sniffling state, his eyes watching the ceremony the whole time. He barely budges, and when you glance at him, you know. He's low-key staring at Kiko, averting his eyes every now and then, a smart move not to look too obvious. Still, you catch him and push the urge to roll your eyes at him.

You feel a bitter taste on your tongue, mad and annoyed at your best friend for being so whipped for her. She broke up with him, broke his heart and he's still here trying to win her over. He deserves better and you wish he could see that. He's too blind in love to notice anything else. There's someone waiting out there for him, someone who will cherish him and not dump him over a dumb reason that doesn't even make sense.

The bride's vows are touching, and understandably, her long white wedding dress catches everyone's attention right away. The last wedding you've been to was when you were six years old, so you barely remember anything about it. But this wedding is one of the most beautiful weddings for sure, even though you haven't experienced that many of them.

The bride – Kiko's best friend – says her vows with a shaky voice, causing her best friend to wipe her tears as other bridesmaids try to cheer her up.

Noticing Jungkook's twitching hands, it's almost as if he wants to run towards her and be the one who embraces her shaky and emotional form.

You hate how bitter it makes you, but you swallow that feeling and clench your jaw instead.

As much as beautiful this wedding is, you can't wait for it to be over.

After you congratulate the newlyweds, it's time for the fun part – as most people call it – but you find yourself fake smiling at everyone Jungkook introduces to you.

However, your whole body stiffens when you see Hoseok walking up to you, to the group of people that Jungkook talks with. You saw him standing beside Seokjin at the ceremony, being his best man, but you avoided even looking his way. There's just something about him – like he can see right through you and the web of lies you and Jungkook created.

"Hey, everyone. Having fun?" he cheerfully calls out, arm slinging around Jimin's shoulder as he smiles at everyone.

A bunch of cheerful greetings can be heard from Jungkook's friends and Jungkook himself, luckily your lack of response to him is blending with others' voices. Everyone seems to be in a great mood, which is understandable, something that can't be said about you. You're standing next to Jungkook's side, a glass of wine in one hand as you silently sip from it every few seconds, with unbothered gaze.

Even though you appear to be unbothered, you're glad that you've blended with the crowd and nobody directly talks to you. Well, that's until Hoseok's voice resounds, shutting up everyone in the circle as they look at you.

"What about you, Y/N? Are you having fun?"

He smiles at you, silently taking a sip from his own wine, as his eyes stay glued to you.

Devil.

He looks innocent but you notice the glint in his dark eyes as he stares at you. What's his problem?

Jungkook glances at you, his shoulder brushing against yours and if there weren't so many eyes on you, he'd probably nudge you from your frozen state. Mustering one of your fake smiles, you smile at the man in black suit.

"I do, the ceremony was beautiful."

At least half of it is true.

You glance at Seokjin who gives you an appreciative smile your way, and you return it.

"Jungkook's next." he jokes, making you widen your eyes as Jungkookś choking fills the silence.

"What?" he manages to croak out, mouth widening at his friend that smirks.

"Well, you're the only one with a girlfriend," he says, pointing with a glass of wine towards you as you look at Jungkook. Your eyes meet before Seokjin adds; "When's the wedding?"

You hear the teasing in his voice, erupting an automatic reaction from you and Jungkook as you look at each other. One look into his eyes, and the both of you snort and start to laugh at the silly idea. Jungkook's scrunched nose and crinkled eyes with his bubbly voice, mixed with your laugh and hand clutching his shoulder for support, is enough to leave the whole group of Jungkook's friends speechless. They stare at you as if you were crazy, eyeing the both of you and nothing clicks inside your head, not until you see Hoseok.

He raises his brow at you with a total straight face, almost staring at you with an attitude that makes your laugh die down.

Oh, shit.

You're supposed to look like you're in love, not snorting and laughing right into their faces at the mention of the wedding. You know Seokjin was just teasing – however, you're not sure the same thing can be said about Hoseok – but that's what made your reaction even more weird.

Whipping your head in Jungkook's direction, your eyes meet and even though he looks completely neutral, you know he caught onto their stares as well. How could he not? They're literally staring at you with confused expressions, wondering what the hell just happened.

"Hyung," Jungkook chuckles, but you can tell it's strained and not natural. "We just started dating. Slow steps, right, baby?"

Staring into his crinkled eyes, you hide the shock when he pulls you closer, his arms securely wrapped around your hips as you bump into his side.

"Jin, look at her. You scared the poor woman." One of their friends snickers, jokingly poking Seokjin's shoulder as he grins but looks at you with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry, it was supposed to be a joke." he says, but you wave your hand.

"It just shocked me, it's okay. We haven't got to the point of discussing wedding plans yet, even though he was on his knees today." you let out a mere chuckle, trying to joke which proves to be successful when you hear their laughter.

"Well, excuse us," Jungkook says, hand delicately placed against your lower back. "I need a dance with my woman."

My woman. Oh my--

Giving your empty glass to the waiter that passes by, he leads you towards the dance floor, hand still pressed against your lower back making you shiver. His chest is almost pressed against your back, you can feel him just behind you, and when he finally stops you turn around. Taking your hand with the same gentleness like when he had led you to the dance floor, he places the other one against your hip. Your body reacts automatically, you place your hand against his shoulder, appreciating how soft his suit jacket feels.

But that's not what makes your heartbeat echo in your ears.

It's his dark eyes that stare right back into yours, a softest smile adoring his lips. The weirdest warm feeling fills your chest and you almost panic, wondering why the fuck he affects you so much. There is a need to know what he's thinking right now, if he can feel the same thing or something similar to it.

You watch him lick his bottom lip, smirking down at you – almost as if he could read your mind.

A low chuckle leaves his mouth, before he opens his mouth and you wonder what he's about to say.

"Almost got caught, huh?" he chuckles, talking about what just happened.

And you can feel it. The way your heart flutters, but not with the same warm feeling, but met with coldness instead. Not realizing your deadpan expression, you see Jungkook cocking his head to the side, swaying his body along with yours.

Mustering the best smile, you let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, imagine that."

Before he can study your weird expression and non-verbal response, you lean your cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his scent. He doesn't question it, but you feel him pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

The gentle piano music is calm, contrasting with your beating heart, but you let yourself relax in his hold.

Eyes dancing at the guests, your breath is almost knocked out of your chest. Hoseok sits on one of the bar stools, his body turned to the dance floor as he takes a glass of wine from the bar. Looking right back at you, he raises his brow along with the glass, smirking before he gulps it down.

You've no idea why, but you feel like the two of you are utterly fucked.

[reidsmouthbabys48]

summary: reader got carried away with marking spencer the night before so he goes to work with hickys all over his neck.

Warnings: allusions to smut, bau!reader, idrk what else this is just a little drabble I came up with.

"Y/N!," Spencer yells from his bathroom and you get up to see what he wants, when you walk into the bathroom you see him standing infront of the mirror with his chin slightly up, examining his neck. "Theres so many! Derek is going to have a feild day with this" he says rolling his eyes, he puts on a baby blue button up and a pair of black dress pants then throws on a sweater vest.

"You didn't have a problem with them last night baby, if I remember your words correctly you said 'mark me mommy, I want everyone to know I'm your little slut' " you say teasingly, his face flushes bright red and he clears his throat.

"Let's go" he says, his face is still flushed as he walks past you.

-

You and spencer have been dating for three months, still nobody knows but you have a feeling that's gonna change today.

As soon as you and spencer walk through the door you move to your desks, that are right across from each other. There's no case today so it's paperwork day.

"My man, you finally got some action" Derek says loud enough to swarm Emily and jj to him.

"someone was hungry, damn" jj laughs you look up from your paperwork and see spencer blushing from his face to his neck.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Emily asks and spencer stutters.

"I- uh, that's none of your business, go away" he squeaks shoving his face in his hands, Emily and jj look at you knowingly.

"Oh my god, spencer who did that to your neck?" Penelope chimes in as soon and she sees what everyone's talking about.

"Let me see" you say obliviously, standing up from your desk and walking over to his, you lift his ching up a bit and laugh. "Damn, she took her time with you" you say and spencer blushes and looks back at his paperwork, "get back to work everyone, and spencer cover those up please" hotch's voice boombs from the other side of the room, everyone scurrys back to their desks and Penelope grabs a blushing spencer and drags him to the bathroom.

-spencers POV-

"Spencer reid, who did this and why did you not cover them up" Penelope says and I look down at the floor as she rummages through her makeup bag, "she told me not to" I whisper and she smiles.

"Ohhhh, she calls the shots" she says and I blush, "it's ok girls like submissive guys" she says as she put concealer on my neck, she blends it in as I stare at the ceiling, I don't defend my 'masculinity' because she's not lying y/n loves me being submissive and i do too so it works.

"Seriously tell me who, I promise I won't say anything" she beg as she puts her stuff back.

"I don't believe that" I say and she pouts, she's never been good at keeping secrets like never.

"Come onnnnn, does she work here" she asks and I roll my eyes, "bye Penelope, love you mean it" I say and she laughs "hate you kidding" she says as I walk out the door and back to my desk, hickeys no longer visible.

-

idk what this is I'm bored asf and it's been half written in my drafts forever

[francixoxoxo]

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Cooking was a lovely kind of art.

You created, to let others consume. Your creation directly filled the bellies and hearts of the people you cared for, the love sprinkled in the form of salt or sugar into the food is always evident.

Knives were no stranger. They were double-edged, not literally but in a sense; They were a tool, a clean-cut and a bit of a chef's best friend. Now, though, you'd hardly call your newly-whetted knife a friend.

Billy heard your screaming for him through the open window above the sink, Chantilly curtains blowing in the wind and framing your horrified expression as you looked down to where he could not see. He was in the yard, getting your little garden prepared for the spring so that you could skip the dirty work and go straight into planting your vegetables.

But that heartbreaking sound coming from your parted lips had him throwing the shovel onto the dirt, wiping the sweat from his brow and running inside. "What happened, what's wrong?" His voice was dripping with anxiety as his boots thumped against the hardwood. His shirt was long-discarded, the New Mexican sun too oppressive for unnecessary fabrics, his suspenders hanging around his thighs. The buckles of them clinked against the tile as he knelt next to where you sat, back against the cabinet.

A deep cut through your wrist dripped blood onto your house dress and the floor. Tears had only just begun to fill your eyes, the surprise putting them off until now. "My hand slipped, I-- I was cuttin' the eggplant, n' I just-"

"Okay, okay, yer fine. S'all fine, baby, just--" Billy cuts you off firmly, not without a poorly concealed fear behind his voice. His azure eyes are wide and buggy with a wild thing, the nerves that your pain always seem to induce in him. He snatches the dishtowel off the countertop, pressing it to your wrist where you'd sliced the skin. The side of your wrist was bleeding through the daisy yellow dish towel until the cheery color was vermillion.

It hurt terribly as he put pressure on the cut, you whined in pain. "That hurts, you're hurting me!" He winces, a deep grimace creasing his features.

"I know, I know, but you gotta put pressure," Billy cooes, one hand clutching the opposite side of your wrist to hold it still and his other holding the towel to the wound. If he wasn't already sweating outside, this whole ordeal would make him break a sweat.

Your mouth opened and closed wordlessly from the searing pain, Billy murmuring sweet words to you as the bleeding staunched enough for him to peel the towel away a bit. His free hand is both bloody and sweaty but it comes to hold the side of your hair regardless, he pulls you in for a lingering kiss to your crown. "Yer doin' so great, baby." Billy peers with drawn brows at the cut, making sure the towel is positioned so you can't see the damage. He shakes his head. "S' not that bad."

"Swear?" You sniffle, looking up at him and meeting his azure eyes. The soft smile that crosses his features soothes the nerves spiking like needles all over.

"Swear." Billy promises. "Don't even need stitches." He tells you to hold the towel down again as he stands, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for bandages and a little bottle of carbolic acid. He remembers insisting it was unnecessary, that alcohol does the trick, but you fought him down. As always, you ended up being right.

Billy isn't no medic, but he's pretty satisfied with how he wraps you up. "I ain't gonna let my woman go 'round without some good care." He'd insisted, his seriousness making a laugh bubble from your lips. A peck to your lips couldn't shut you up, but Billy didn't mind if it was at his expense; as long as he gets to hear that beautiful sound.

"I'm sorry, this is so stupid." You huff, closing your eyes as Billy cuts the end of the bandages with his teeth. He snorts, shaking his head at you and pressing a careful kiss to the material above the cut. It's a weird kind of tickle, one that wouldn't feel pleasant if your heart wasn't tricked into fluttering by the handsome man in front of you.

"Aint ever stupid when it comes t'you."

[chrisgotitall]

HI LOVE

Your work is so sweet, I’m clinging to those oneshots for dear life🤞🤞🤞

I’m OBSESSED with the concept of makeup artists reader. She’s young and smart, has a degree but formal work feels dreadful, so she does make up instead. She meets him while working on west side story, and everyone behind the scenes is always dancing and joyful, and she’s Latina too so she just can’t help but join!! (Yes I am projecting 😒😒) like Rachel and Ariana are dancing to songs in Spanish and reader shows them some songs in Portuguese cus she is Brazilian. She teaches them how to dance to it and Mike it’s just watching from afar pretending he isn’t staring, while all the guys he knew before from the newsies cast are teasing him and maybe even flirting with her to spite him into finally making a move 👀👀 Idk it’s just a concept that lives rents free in my head and I thought you would enjoy

Take care💋💋💋

Your mornings start so well since you chose to work as a makeup artist on movie sets. You wake up, really early of course, but knowing you're going to the most beautiful job there is. You enjoy it so much. You like makeup first of all, then you like talking to people, you like getting to know them while preparing them for their scenes. It's amazing.

The movie you're working for right now is a movie musical, it's called West Side Story and it is by far your favorite working experience. Especially for the people. Most of the cast members are fellow Southern Americans so the atmosphere on set is like home.

They're always dancing and singing even before getting on set, they start from the makeup trailer.

They put music on: bachata, cumbia, salsa and they start a dancing party while getting ready for their scenes. It's truly awesome.

And they get in everybody, even the Jets, every crew member and makeup girls like you. And you dance with them, oh yes, you dance a lot with them. Ariana and Rachel just get you in cause they know you got it in you. The latino blood just floods in moments like these and it's beautiful to see, it's so joyful.

One time, tho, you decided to show them some songs from your native place specifically, just to throw in some portuguese jams. They enjoyed it so much and the party way even fuller.

It started cause the Sharks were the first that had to get ready, so they put some music up and then you put your music up.

But then it was the Jets' turn. While they were sitting in their seats you noticed that one of the Jets made Mike sit in the chair that's actually your place. You were dancing but then realized it's time to get back to work so you reach your place.

"Good morning" he says, smiling.

"Good morning" you tell him, smiling as well, "Ok, let's see what you need today" you say reaching for the paper that tells you what kind of makeup he'll need for his scenes.

"Oh this is gonna be fun, you can actually help me today" you say putting out a little package with black tint in it.

"Glad to" he says.

"You can take a bit of this and just smear it all over your hands" you say pointing at the package, "But before you do that you're gonna have to take the shirt off"

He looks up at you, "The tank top too?"

"No, just the shirt is fine" you say feeling your cheeks flaring up. He takes his shirt off and you start dirtying his face with the black paint since he's gonna shoot the scene where the first fight between Sharks and Jets happens.

You touch up his concealer, just now realizing how close to his face you are but luckily you made him look up.

"Okay, I'm done" you say.

"Thank you" he says, smiling again.

The way he looks at you makes you literally weak in the knees so you have to focus on tidying up the makeup desk to not look at him.

In the afternoon, another "party" started again and obviously you got in. This time you weirdly felt a heavy gaze on you, you looked around and saw Mike staring at you. You looked away and smiled to yourself, continuing to dance.

He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and he didn't seem to want to take his eyes off of you.

"Can I dance with you?" Kyle says. You accept and you dance with him. Of course he's a really good dancer even if this kind of rhythm isn't really his style.

You notice he has his head turned towards Mike and you shake your head to yourself.

"What's going on?" you ask him.

He smiles, "Just getting my boy Mike to make a move" he admits.

"Oh my god..." you laugh.

He makes you twirl and you laugh even harder.

"It's my job as a friend" he pulls you closer.

"I'm sorry, can I take a turn at a dance?"

It's Mike, standing between you two with his hand reaching out to you. Kyle smiles and holds his hands up.

"Sure... all yours"

Mike takes Kyle's place and makes you dance.

You smile at him and show him how samba is supposed to be danced. He learns really fast and you dance it together.

"You're wonderful" he says out of thought.

You look at him, very startled.

"When you dance... you're wonderful when you dance" he corrects himself.

"Oh... right"

"You're pretty wonderful too" you say, not really referring to his dancing.

He sighs, "I like you... I really like you, not just your dancing"

You smile at him, "I like you too, Mike"

[crowscallthecrows]

Spoilers for all of the Public School Arc

Rewatching it again (cause what else do I do) and found some things I thought were worth discussing cause maybe I'm just slow and need an outside perspective:

So sebastian revealed that undertaker was the one that orchestrated everything as the headmaster from the time Redmond called him up, as payment for using their services. I'm assuming that undertaker was the one that made the order to send Derrick to purple house (unless he just sat back and let prefects deal with the school image themselves). But why the heck was that order made in the first place?? It just seemed like such a random fact that was constantly reiterated through the arc

I'm assuming again that it was because purple house calls way less attention from students (judging from the outward homeless appearance of the house itself and stoning other students away💀) and from outsiders (like how Redmond and red house in general is always being surrounded by women) therefore giving them way more time before other students realize that hey, we haven't actually seen those 5 students in a while.

And the way your telling me the teachers didn't say JACK about multiple students being missing in class for months at a time?? Even sebastian mentions this, though it's only about Derrick. Either the staff really hates derrick and his gang cause they knew they were assholes or just didn't care or notice (Edit: i realized mcmillian mentioned that it was common for purple house people to drop out. I'm assuming that's just what the staff thought).Which says a lot about the school the prefects were so stubborn on protecting 💀

I present to you another reason that's plausible: an excuse for derrick to step down as fag so Redmond could find a replacement. Can't have a dead body serve you tea. Though that doesn't explain sending the other boys there as well.

I was SO convinced that the burning of purple house would have something to do with derrick's body being hidden somewhere there when I first saw it.

It was a cool scene and all but the hell was violet freaking out for?? Stopping his other houses to stop his house from....burning seems a little dramatic for it just to mean nothing in the end.

Sure you can say it was the rivalry between the houses and all that, but unlike cheslock (who despite everything he says, seems to be pretty chummy with ol edward there) who actively does things that show he has at least a LITTLE problem with other houses (mentioning the rock throwing twice in a post), violet doesn't seem to...have that much of a problem with them. He doesn't strike me as a person who wastes his energy on hating needlessly.

My point is if he can commit murder with one student from each house, there should be no reason for him to be so mad that they want to help him. Which is why I thought he was hiding something.

Only for it to mean NOTHING IN THE END the fuck???

What exactly were the p4 planning on doing if undertaker was successful in making derrick and the others functioning members of society? Sending them back home? With no explanation on the MASSIVE scars going round their head?

How the hell were they gonna deal with that. Give them to Maurice for lessons on concealer?

And I'm correct me if I'm wrong but don't bizarre dolls have a really bad smell to them?? Why doesn't agares have one

Answering my own question, I guess this just sums up to poor planning on Redmond's part, since he's never seen a bizarre doll for himself before.

Am I being dumb?? Are these plot holes or are there actual reasons for these decisions. Maybe Yana was just filling up pages with random events to help lead up to the midnight tea party?

[beanibon]

Big fan of the eriks/bakery reader and wondered if you could write like a part 2 of it where eriks and reader actually have sex it was so good ty!! absolutely great work

Absolutely! Again, I love eriks x reader short fics and will 100% indulge in them

TW: softdom!eriks, creampie, alien genitalia, sex with food, cockwarming, a sprinkle of angst, probably my most vanilla smutfic

~ Prequel ~ Part 1 ~

Eriks x Baker!Reader Part 2

Eriks watched you from his seat, finding it hard to divide his attention between Lina and eye fucking you. After he had you quivering around his face, struggling to talk calmly to your remaining customers, he couldn't stop craving more.

You plagued his thoughts, every night he'd dream of you wrapped around his cock, screaming his name. It drove him wild, like an animal in heat.

"Mr Eriks, you haven't ordered your usual." Eriks blinked, realisation that he was face to face with your breasts. He jumped back, sitting upright as he hid his blushing face.

"I'm sorry, just thought you had it downpacted by now." He covered up the throb in his pants by laughing obnoxiously, only to quieten at your stern look.

"Mr Eriks, you have ten different usuals at best, I can't guess which one you crave by the way you stare at me." Lina snorted, concealing her laughter as Eriks's face turned bright red.

Lowering his head in embarrassment, he mumbled out his order. You nodded, mockingly patting his head as you walked away. Just that small action had him wanting to throw your body over the counter, fucking you covered in sweets and whipped cream. Instead his head hit the small bakery table, inwardly groaning at his inner turmoil. He couldn't stand another second without you, he wanted to rub himself against you, tickling your beautifully soft, plush skin with his peach fuzz, the smell of your arousal like an intoxicating drug as he ploughed into your sex.

Eriks wasn't listening to Lina anymore, distracted by the way you laughed along with a familiar older couple, he remembered you mentioning they were your favourite regulars. Though try as he might, Eriks couldn't stop staring at your ass, more filth filled thoughts swarming his mind.

Eventually it became unbearable, he couldn't take how you actively ignored him yet swayed your hips just that tiny bit more, or bent down to pick up some 'clumsily' knocked over paper cups. Every action was filled with purpose, knowing that Eriks gaze burned into you, knowing that he was struggling to stay composed. So when he abruptly rose from his seat, a blushing, flustered mess, you smiled. . . Innocently.

And that's what made him snap.

Apologising profusely to the couple you were talking to, that he so rudely interrupted, Eriks rested his prickly chin on your shoulder. That pleading, longing sideways glance he gave you had you giggling, patting his hair.

"I'll close up early, wanna wait upstairs for me?" He nodded, pretending not to notice the way Lina's glare drilled holes along his spine.

You gave Eriks a quick kiss to cheek, returning to your conversation, now bubbling with praised coos at your display of affection. While slinking off behind the counter, Lina stormed towards him, if looks could kill he'd be burning in hell.

"When were you gonna tell me you and Y/N were a thing?" She demanded, hands slamming down on the counter.

"We're not really a thing Lina, I just help them on some occasions ya know." If only Eriks was a better liar, maybe he could've spared himself from his friend's fury.

"You're so full of shit, Eriks! Not a thing? Then why did they kiss you? Don't lie to me, or I'm taking away donut day!" Eriks couldn't help the whine, pouting as faux tears streamed down his face.

"Perhaps, just maaaaybe we are a thing." His voice was so quiet that Lina had to force him to repeat himself a few more times before she could understand.

"Was it really that hard to tell me? Just be back by morning, now shoo." Eriks couldn't contain his excitement, nodding so rapidly that his head looked as if it would fly off.

Lina just shook her head, yet she couldn't help the smile on her face. It had taken the dork weeks, hell months even, for him to gain enough courage to speak to you. Now he was able to openly display affection towards you, eagerly waving a hello the moment you're in sight.

He was like some lost puppy, sulking until he's presented with a treat. Now he's run off again, chasing that very person who'd treat him like he was their own personal ray of sunshine.

Your moans were as addictive as a sirens song, spilling from your bruised, drool coated lips. How his name rolled off your tongue, eliciting tingling sensations down to the pit of his gut.

Eriks released your swollen tit with a lewd, loud 'pop' of his lips, face messy with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Those beautiful eyes sparkled with clouded lust, staring at you with an adoring gaze.

"Taste...so good," he mumbled, a dopey smile on his face.

"That's because you insisted on covering me in whipped cream, chocolate and cherries." You chuckled, fingers tangled in those luscious blonde locks.

"Taste good without all that." His tongue lazily circled your perked nipple, the taste of chocolate seemed to infuse into your breasts.

Your lips parted, a soft gasp echoed through the quiet room. Finger nails dug into the scarred flesh of Eriks shoulders, back arched against him as he slowly rolled his hips, finally moving the cock buried deep within your warm folds.

Lapping up the last of the dessert that turned your body sticky with sugar, Eriks used his arm to hoist his body up. Starting of gentle and slow, his hips begun to thrust into you, stretching you around his cock. As if on cue your walls convulsed, clenching Eriks as he grunted.

"Mayfly, you gotten loosen up, you got me in a choke hold here." He whined, lips pressing themselves between your slightly bouncing tits.

You whined, the two of you weren't foreign to penetrative sex with each other, but everytime was still a struggle to adjust. Eriks genitals weren't normal and you were quick to discover that Eriks himself wasn't normal either, in more ways than one. So when it came to sex he was patient, allowing you all the time you need to relax against his foreign cock.

Finally releasing your death grip, Eriks sighed in relief, placing a ticklish kiss against your lips. Whispers of praise filled your ears, all of them melting that hard, mean exterior that you'd always put on around the blonde when on the clock. But in private? You'd turn into an absolute angel, one that captivated the heart of certain disguised gunman.

"Eriks," Those soft, bandaged hands brought him back from his trance, thumbs caressing his rough face. "I can't cock warm you all night."

Humming against those beautiful hands, the same hands he'd watch knead dough, or throw handfuls of flour at him. A few kisses placed against their palms, Eriks smiled down at you, eyes shining with something he could only describe as love.

With his arm now wrapped tightly around your hardy yet small frame, Eriks began thrusting once again, only this time more harder. He watched as you tilted your head back, mouth wide as sweet, sugery moans poured out. Those sounds were pure ecstasy, encouraging him to move at a faster pace.

Soft praises were murmured into your ear, with kisses pressed against your neck, teeth nibbling at your throat. Your clit throbbed as Eriks pelvis rubbed against it, feathers tickling against the nerve bud and your spread thighs.

That ball formed in the pit of your stomach began to ache, on the edge of bursting until movement pulled you from your sweet release. Eriks repositioned himself, turning you onto your side with a leg dangled over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to fuck you deeper, hitting that spot that had you arched until your joints ached.

Eriks chuckled, revelling in the sight of you quivering beneath him. You always looked so ethereal whatever the position be, voice singing his name like honey.

Only it wasn't his actual name.

"Vash."

Clouded eyes looked to him, confusion etching its way onto your blissed out features. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Please, call me Vash."

It felt so taboo, saying his actual name, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear you say it.

Your calls of the name Eriks soon faded, willingly moaning his true name. You didn't question him, demand to know why the most wanted man had openly lied to you about his identity for one and half years. You simple complied.

That itself brought tears to Vash's eyes, hiding his face against the leg bent into the shoulder missing its arm. Tears began to soak your flesh, sniffles filling you with alarm as you hoisted your body up, leg dropping to wrap around his waist.

"Vash? What's wrong, why are you crying?" For the second time that night your hands held his face, forcing him with gentle yet firm force to look you in the eye. Those soft blue eyes were filled with tears, and for the first time since meeting the mysterious man that showed up out of nowhere, you saw just how tired Vash truly was.

Offering a smile, you placed several kisses upon his face, leaning against his forehead as he wept. The pace of his hips colliding with yours never stopped, slowing down slightly as you caressed his features with love and care. Each touch graced his scars, lips kissing every one that you could reach. Perhaps you were a little harsh to Vash every other day, but here and now you treated him as if he were a cracked, fragile vase.

"You're perfect Vash, I love you so much." You whispered, looking into those tired eyes once again.

Vash shook his head, sobbing. "You shouldn't, if I stick around too long you'll get hurt. People I care for, they'll always get hurt."

"It's a good thing you're stuck with me then, no matter what I'll always be here, to love you, to kiss your scars and to bake you the best donuts in town." A quiet laughter filled the room, Vash's pace faltering. "I'm yours as you are mine, Vash the Stampede."

Vash bit his lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears. With one final buck into your hips, both of you came, lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

As new tears filled his eyes, Vash nuzzled into your neck, soft cries echoing off your thin walls. You allowed him to cry, leaning back so he was laying on top of you. You both stayed like that for about an hour, listening the Vash's cries as you quietly soothed his shuddering shoulders by whispering lovefilled words in his ear. He appreciated every word spoken, every comforting circle rubbed between his shoulder blades, you were too perfect for sinner like him and yet you chose to stay, even after finding out who he actually was.

"I mean it Vash, I'll always be here to love you and make sure you know that you are loved." His grip tightened around your waist, as if scared you'd vanish after saying those words.

Vash didn't speak much, mumbling out shaky 'thank yous' or 'I'm sorry'. Yet you didn't mind, laying there with the man you loved tangled in your arms, it was all so perfect. And as Vash's tears stopped, sobs turned into sleepy whimpers, you knew he'd cried himself to sleep.

You cradled him in your arms, tugging a blanket over your naked bodies as you gave him a final kiss on the crown of his head. Mumbling a final "I love you" you soon followed as you drifted into sweet embrace of your lover and sleep.

AAAAAH I finally completed it! This was so fun to write and of cause had to sprinkle a small pinch of angst, hope you all enjoyed!

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Would you be able to write a blurb for Kagami x gn reader where someone on the team shows up to practice wearing a shirt with random English words without knowing what they mean? I'm sure Kagami and his so would have a blast being in the know

✧ Pairing: Kagami x GN! Reader

✧ Type: blurb

✧ Warning: nun really

When Koganei shows up for practice, Kagami was too busy doing free throws to impress you. When your attention start to drift, he’s wondering what’s more important than watching him.

Then he sees Koganei shirt and the snickers your trying to conceal are making more sense now. Kagami wasn’t as polite as you, however, when he finds out the real reason for Koganei wearing the shirt.

“Oh this!? An American vendor was just giving free shirts away… this was the only one in my size. Not sure what it means though…”

You’re eyes lock with Kagami’s, and instantly your laughing along because his was contagious. Tears pool at your eyes at how ironic the shirt contradicts his scaredy cat personality.

Koganei looks between you both, gripping the shirt, “What? What does it mean?!”

“Who’s gonna tell him?”

Neither of you do, deciding to keep this inside joke to yourselves.

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[okkalo]

Hey hey!! First of all how are you doing? I hope you are doing great. But I'm here to put my request in, you don't have to do it if you don't feel like it btw.

Anyways can I request a itoshi bros, Nagi and chigiri in a love at first sight drabble with a stoic reader. I'm sorry if it's too much😅 feel free to decline and thank you for your time!!

hi anon! i’m doing okay, i hope you are too! thank you for the request and your kindness <3

since the prompt was love at first sight i didn’t go too far with it(rip nagi),, i also hope u didn’t mean like all one drabble…so i’m sorry if i misunderstood 😖

second part here!

characters: sae, rin, nagi, chigiri

feel a type of way

sae

it was a foggy day in spain when sae first set his eyes on you. he had decided to go to a nearby cafe in hopes to pick up a muffin and maybe even a warm tea. as soon as he entered the cafe he was met with your friend’s gasps, followed by excited whispers. he was used to the sound. sae itoshi the famous athlete, walking into a normal cafe. he expects it every time. he’s gotten used to avoiding it, which is exactly what he does this time as well, going up and ordering his muffin and tea. once finished he felt a small tug on his jacket, sighing as he heard the question for an autograph. he spun, ready to give his usual “buzz off” reply, though stopping when he saw the whole table. his breathe caught in his throat as his eyes met your empty ones.

“do you think we can have your autograph?” your friend asked once more, not paying any mind to where his eyes fell. he cleared his throat, thinking quickly on his feet.

“sure,” he answered, obliging in the weird requests for an autograph. he rolled his eyes at the head he was asked to sign. he finally got to you, to which you shook your head.

“i don’t need—,” you started, though immediately stopping once he started writing on a napkin in front of you. your face remained blank as you watched him. his hand covered his writing before sliding it over to you, still concealing his phone number. yes, he gave you his phone number. how could he not? he couldn’t let you slip away so easily. you didn’t get to question it, however, seeing how he had already left with his food and drink.

rin

it was a one-sided meeting. shidou had somehow gotten his phone after a pxg practice and started showing everyone random pictures. you had happened to be in one, being an old classmate of his. rin wasn’t even paying attention to what shidou was showing, his eye just happened to catch onto the picture of you. he, however, did not have an excuse for his staring. unluckily for him, it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.

“what’s this? is rin interested in what he sees?” karasu had interrupted his daze with a rough nudge on the shoulder. rin immediately scoffed, throwing a glare to the side—avoiding karasu’s perceptive gaze. though his blush still did show.

“gee, leave him alone karasu. ya don’t want shidou hearing about this,” nanase whispered, throwing a worried gaze karasu’s way.

“want me to know what? whatcha hiding from me, rin-chan?” yeah, he wasn’t going to hear the end of this anytime soon.

nagi

it was the year before blue lock when nagi saw you for the first time. you had been a new student, being introduced in front of the class. nagi actually hadn’t looked up at first, too busy with trying to fall asleep. “they’re good-lookin’,” reo’s whisper is what prompted nagi to finally look up at you, eyes immediately widening. reo was right, you certainly were breathtaking. heart stopping even. yeah, he’s internally cringing at himself. that doesn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat. his eyes were locked on you. he noticed your lack of expression at the class greeting—it was a thing that usually embarrassed the new classmate. if anything, that made him more intrigued with you. you seemed quiet, a perfect pair for him. maybe even a perfect shoulder to rest on. yeah, he was gonna try to get your interest…somehow.

chigiri

you two had met through his sister. she had pulled you to her house to watch a movie with her, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks so you decided to oblige. your arrival, however, came as a surprise for chigiri. he was getting a bottle of tea from the fridge when he heard his sister rushing you in. confused and curious, he turned around, eyes immediately hooking onto your figure.

“oh hey, hyoma. we’re gonna watch a movie so don’t mind us!” his sister sang, not giving you any time to offer a small wave before she dragged you away.

“wait!” her movements paused at chigiri’s panicked yell. he immediately offered an awkward cough, looking away in embarrassment at his sudden outburst. “what movie you watching?” he asked, eyes hesitatingly looking back up. no matter his attempt not to, his eyes met yours.

his sister offered a small hum at the scene in front of her, quickly picking up on her brother’s emotions. “the one i’ve been talking about recently. wanna join?” she offered, giving him an obvious wink. he nodded, letting out a small sigh. he could only hope his sister wasn’t going to give his crush away during the movie.

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[whumpbug]

Okay okay, I have to ask

What is the #1 WORST injury Archie has ever sustained? Was it before or after Simon became his personal nurse? How did he survive? If Simon was there, how scared was he? How scared was 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦?

oh god. this is such a good question.....i had to think about this one a LOT but i finally got an idea for the situation. i'm gonna say this was after simon was archie's personal nurse and when they were already a bit more comfortable with eachother and very close

i might write this as a fic one day tbh but i fear my medical knowledge isnt THAT good to describe the injury in the detail i would want.

slightly long post under the cut!!!

cw: very slightly graphic description of a gunshot wound and blood

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the worst part about it was that it wasn't even by some notorious criminal or drug lord. it was just a random mugger.

archie had been patrolling late at night when he saw a woman getting mugged while she was walking home alone.

the guy didn't look too experienced. he looked a little young and panicked, and archie figured he would try to talk him down before throwing any punches

he kept the guys attention on him, and consquently, the gun pointed at him as well. was it a little reckless? sure, but he just didn't want to put the woman in danger.

he was almost certain the guy was too scared to actually shoot.

he was doing his best to keep both the mugger and the woman calm, and he had almost fully deescalated the situation when the woman's panic reached its peak, and she suddenly jerked out of the guys grasp and started RUNNING.

the mugger got so startled that he pulled the trigger. practically point-blank into archie's chest.

he took off running as well, throwing the gun down and booking it to try and Not get arrested.

and that left archie, blood pouring from the gaping wound in his chest, staggering to conceal himself in an alleyway.

he knew something was wrong. he felt dizzy and out of breath and his entire body was shaking and he just. i feel like his intuition knew it was more serious that a simple little gunshot wound. he knew that if he didn't get help fast, he was going to die. and he was terrified.

he called simon.

simon rushed over, of course, quite literally shaking because archie only ever called simon to the field in the middle of the night when things were bad.

he had never driven so fast in his life.

when he arrived, archie was slumped over, hands clutching at the wound, and he was gasping for air.

this was. abnormal.

usual symptoms for blood loss were things like confusion, lethargy, weak and shallow breathing, but gasping? blue-tinged skin? Not Normal.

just one look at where the wound was and simon knew what likely had happened.

archie's lung was collapsing.

this was the first, and only time simon ever broke the no hospital rule.

archie is very strict on the no hopsital rule unless he can change into civilian clothing first because he really does NOT want his identity revealed. simon hates this rule, but he respects it because 1) there hasn't really been a situation he hasn't been able to handle yet and 2) archie was so very adamant and simon had never seen him so serious about something

but in this moment, simon did not care about the damn rule or his identity or anything. he just needed archie to be okay. so to the hopsital they went. if you thought simon was driving fast before, think again.

this is also one of the first times simon was crying while panicking. usually, he panicked a bit, steadied himself, dealt with the situation, then could deal with his emotions later.

but this time, he couldn't keep from sobbing as he drove archie to the hospital because he's a med student. he knows death. he knows the look people get in their eyes when they know they aren't going to make it and seeing that in archie's eyes? simon fought sobs the entire drive to the hospital.

luckily, the doctors didn't ask too many questions as it was an emergency, and treated archie right away.

archie ended up needing to stay for 2 days. they had to place a chest tube to help the air escape from his pleural cavity, and he was out of it for a lot of it. simon stayed by his side the entire time, holding his hand for dear life and gently shushing and reassuring him when the sight of the literal tube in his chest started freaking him out.

simon didn't get a wink of sleep. he stayed up, even when archie was asleep, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. he tried not to think how close he came to losing him. i definitely think simon gained a few gray hairs that day.

but archie was also equally as terrified. nothing is worse than the feeling of your lungs literally getting smaller with every single breath you take. archie was so sure he was going to die, so when he woke up in a hospital bed with his favorite person by his side? the relief was dizzying.

so yeah! archie is fine guys. CLEARLY. he has the little scar from the tube and the Trauma, but ended up otherwise unscathed.

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this was so sad to answer but also. so very fun to emotional whump these guys yet again. TECHNICALLY this might not even be archie's worst injury because i have a vague idea for him in the FAR future but its still so vague so thats why i didn't include it. i hope this answer will suffice!!! thank you so much anon!!!