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sivyera · 2 years ago

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HIII if you’re taking requests can i make one for dipper with an s/o that’s shy but secretly plays guitar in a band yk like stuff like nirvana or arctic monkeys and they sing too and i’m just thinking abt mabel dragging him into one of their concerts and they’re just both staring at this person that rarely talks singing and playing guitar in-front of a crowd

Perfect.

request → yes

PAIRING: Dipper Pines x shy!reader (romantic), Mabel Pines x shy!reader (platonic)

CONTAINS: fluff

WARNINGS: none

SONG: Genius - Sia, Labrinth

A/N: I'm not a very shy person but I'm pretty quiet so I don't see a big problem about writing this nad I loved that idea so thank you so much for requesting. Also I currently have covid so I apologise for slow updates. Enjoy!

gif is not mine

You and Dipper have been dating a few months and you couldn't be happier. He was so kind to you and he was patient with you all the time.

You weren't really extrovert and you were shy so much people used to talk when you talked or they just looked annoyed when you speak. So you slowly stopped talking at all. But when you met the twins everything change.

Mabel was sweet, very energetic and open-minded so she always liked your ideas and opinions on everything. On the contrary Dipper was nerd and little quiet as you. He always had his head buried into his journal.

And you, you always had something for music but no one actually ever asked so why bring that up. You had two close childhood friends who were playing on musical instruments as well.

One of them find a new drummer so you decided to play in little bar in Gravity Falls. This wasn't your first time to play there and people always loved it.

Your music was magical and your voice was perfect.

What you didn't expect was that Mabel heard about your concert and she was so excited to go.

Mabel heard from Candy that singer of this band had an amazing voice. But Dipper really didn't like the idea of going. He would rather stay in Mystery Shack in his room reading. But there he is, sitting in a back seat with happy Mabel next to him.

'If it's another stupid boy band you are dragging me at, I swear Mabel...' Dipper said annoyed. Mabel looked him with a grin on her face, giggling a little. She knew that Dipper wasn't really into music but when he listen something cool and chill, something with he could read easily.

'Don't worry Dipper you will like it.' she said while she was drawing little Waddles face on a car door. Dipper just rolled his eyes and look on the passing forest outside the window.

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Dipper was patiently waiting on the band Mabel was so excited about, tapping his foot on the bar ground while Mabel was sitting right next to him drinking some juice she bought.

Suddenly lights slowly dimmed and one big light was aiming on a stage where now was standing you. Wait you?! Dipper rubbed his eyes once again if he wasn't just imagine you. He quickly turned to looked at Mabel and she seemed just as surprised as he was.

But before he could speak, you started playing. When he heard the soft sound coming from you, he was charmed. His eyes were twitching all over your body. How calm you looked.

He thought it wasn't you, you just looked so peacefully. Mabel put a big bright smile on her face, she loved your band already.

You took a deep breath and start singing. You always let out all emotions you had in every song. It was like a therapy for you. Dipper had now his mouth fully open, eyes widen and Mabel swear she saw a little hearts floating around him.

Dipper watched you in amaze when your eyes met his. Your eyes widen a little because you didn't expect him to be here. Dipper gave you the softest smile so you couldn't help but smile back at him.

Mabel watch this interaction between you two with bright smile while she was screeching. She never saw her brother that happy, she was glad he have you.

Mabel wave at you with a braces smile. You already knew she had million questions for you about this whole guitar and singing thing.

But Dipper on the other side was very happy that he learned something new about you. He sure wanted hear more songs from you but he will wait after this concert. And he already knew that this wasn't his last concert.

He fell in love with you even more and he doesn't planning to stop.

I hope you like it!

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youn9racha · 2 years ago

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The Black Dress

TW// FLASHING/FLICKERING LIGHTS

pairing: bf!han x gf!afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: your boyfriend's birthday was coming up, and you, typically buying him gifts, lost track of time and forgot to get something. so you had to conjure up something to compensate, and you know just the thing...

warning: rushed smut rip, lowkey pwp, mentions of cumslut, breeding kink/cum play if only you squint, piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), implied dumbification and corruption kink, ruined make-up (i think that's corruption as well but it deserves it separate warning), lingerie kink (?), dom!han, sub!reader, mentions of self-conscious reader (no body type mentioned though), degradation, slight spanking, mentions of multiple of orgasm, basically hannie doesn't hold back, open-ended aftercare.

words: 3.3k

a/n: so this is my contribution for hannie's birthday... happy birthday han !!! i made this fic in under four hours so this isn't my best, but its something 😞🙏 well regardless, hope my birthday boy has a wonderful birthday

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

You were screwed.

You were convinced that you were the worst girlfriend in this entire world. Your ever so lovely, adorable, funny, god’s greatest gift of a boyfriend, Jisung’s, birthday was in a few days, and you haven’t had anything prepared. You cussed yourself out when you looked at the date, taunting you and reminding you how close his birthday is, and you haven’t thought of anything to give to him on his birthday. While Jisung wasn’t necessarily the materialistic kind, you still felt bad as he almost always gives you a birthday present on your birthday, and you would do the same.

When you get him a gift, he almost gives you the humblest response;

“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have!”

“You really didn’t have to get me anything…”

“What would I do without you?”

Now the chances of you hearing these sweet words were slim and you can’t help but grimace at the fact that you probably won’t get him anything. Until you had this odd idea that you thought had been buried deep in your brain to no return, but it resurfaced once again.

Yes, you and Jisung have sex, as most sexually active couples would do, but often your sex was within the borders of vanilla and quickies. The most extreme you two had done was having sex at the bathroom—in Jisung’s bathroom at the dorms, where his roommates Chan, Hyunjin, and/or Changbin could walk in, but even then, none of them were home at that time. There wasn’t anything wrong, of course, having Jisung’s cock inside was enough for you to enjoy your time with him. However, he has been holding himself back and seemed like he wanted to do more with you but was too afraid that he’d either hurt you or scare you—which you think is a little bit too late, considering that he’d have to do something way too extreme for you to be scared or weirded out. Nevertheless, you thought just the thing that could compensate for your lack of a physical gift within a short time.

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September 14

It was finally that day, the day your favorite human being was born twenty-two years ago, and you couldn’t wait for the gift you were about to give him. Rather than an actual gift, you decided to make him a nice dinner, along with a small cake customized for him for you two to share and eat. Despite his loud and energetic presence, he never liked big loud parties and he expressed so many times that he could celebrate in only two ways; either with you and his members or just with you—no more than that. And it seems that he wanted to celebrate with the second option since he informed you that he and the members will celebrate it a day late, so he and Felix could celebrate their respective birthdays together and instead will celebrate his main birthday with you, which thankfully made your plans much easier.

He was still at work meanwhile you prepared your dinner. You decided to wear the prettiest black dress you own, the one that Jisung often tells you how gorgeous you look in. Although you don’t wear it very often, it has become Jisung’s favorite since he constantly asks you to wear it and thought it suits your body so well. You thought it was just the sheer excitement and horniness he has when he expressed what he said, but when you looked at yourself in that dress and the way it hugged your body beautifully, you understood why he constantly asks for you to wear it.

Doubled by the fact that you were wearing lingerie that honestly did nothing to conceal but more to tease. Through the slit of the dress, your garter was shown, but you didn’t mind, as you knew it may drive him even more crazy. You did your hair and make-up—you purposely wore non-waterproof mascara and non-smudge proof lipstick for the occasion—and you thought if Jisung wouldn’t fuck you as soon he gets into the door, which you doubt, then he’d be a fool for missing out.

You were busy admiring yourself that you nearly ignored your vibrating phone had it not for the rumbling noise annoying your eardrum. You picked it up and you saw it was Jisung’s text.

Jisung: Hey babe !! I just got done with practice with the boys and I’m on my way !!

Jisung: Can’t wait for what you had for me when I walk in ;)

While you knew he was just playing and teasing in the last message, you couldn’t help but feel like your stomach dropped due to your nervousness. You didn’t want to self-doubt yourself; you knew Jisung wouldn’t be mad at you for not getting him a physical gift, but you can’t help but have guilt pile up in your stomach. You shook your head and reassured yourself that everything will be fine and that if he didn’t want this, then you’ll promise him a shopping spree and he can spend all your money on whatever items he wants.

You sighed as you went and prepared your dinner. You cooked up his favorite meal and brought him his favorite drink as well. The cake sat in the fridge as it cooled down, it wasn’t the most elaborate nor the fanciest cake, but it was certainly a pretty birthday cake that has his favorite flavor. You already placed the “22” candle on the cake so when he eats, you’ll light it up and give him the cake before you proceed with the plan.

As you finally finished with the dinner set and lighting up the candle, you heard the door lock being opened and the door creaked as the figure entered the house.

“Hey, babe! I’m home—” Jisung’s voice cut off as he sees the romantically dimly lit room, the fancy dinner set, and then you, you in full beauty and glory. His mouth was opened wide, letting out quick gasps and a smile as he was surprised by the atmosphere. You smiled as he got closer to you, “Happy birthday, Ji…” you kissed his cheek, letting him inhale your natural scent mixed with perfume through your neck.

His eyes went back to you with a flabbergasted smile, “you did all this?”

You nodded back and hummed an affirmative sound, enjoying his excited reaction at the dinner set and looking at the deliciously presented food before his eyes went back to you. He looked like he was about to say something, but he then looked back at the dress you were wearing. His eyes began their trail from your exposed collarbone down to the slit of the dress, which exposed your black garter, making him blush and giggle.

“You’re wearing the dress…” He said, smirking at the sight as he turned his body to you, his arms wrap around your body, and pulling you closer. You only smiled back with a shrug, silently telling, or rather teasing him, that it was just a dress. He pulled you in for a kiss as his hands went lower down your back, it was slow yet passionate, which made you instantly pull away so you wouldn’t smudge your lipstick and not escalate your plan sooner.

“No, Ji, we have to eat first,” you giggled at how handsy he is getting and how your red lipstick stained his lips. He pouted, “C’mon, baby, I’m so tired, and I just want to get to be with you—“ he faked crying and plead as he attempted to get his hand on the garter but you slapped his hand away.

“I know, Ji, I know but I cooked your favorite meal and I want you to have a taste before it gets too cold…”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about, when my favorite meal is standing right in front of me is always hot—Ow!” His flirting words got replaced by an exaggerated exclaim from your lightly punching him in the chest and pushing him in the process. You chuckled and ordered him to sit and eat, which he did so while looking at you affectionately. You sat right across him, observing him and eating him up with your eyes rather than the food in front of you.

You observe how beautiful he is even whilst eating his food, how his full cheeks take in the food, his muscular arm slight flex when used to cut the food, the way his hand wrapped around the drink when he goes in for a sip, you were looking at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world, and he is in your world. He noticed your gaze, which made him smile at you, “what?”

You scrunched your nose in a smile as you shook your head, “oh nothing… just at how pretty you are.” His brows narrow as he smiles nervously, “what do you have in plan, Ms. (l/n)?” he asked as he saw you standing with a smirk on.

“Oh, nothing too big, just wanting to give my boyfriend the best birthday gift of his life…” You leaned in and pecked him on the cheek, giving him a kiss mark, “don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

And off you went to the kitchen and left Jisung alone with his thoughts. His food was nearly neglected when you left as you left him a mark—literally, but he still doesn’t know that—especially in that damn dress that he admires you in. He remembered the day you bought it; you were self-conscious about the way you looked in it since it was a dress out of your comfort zone, you sighed as you called Jisung for his opinion. When he walked in and sees you in that black fabric, he nearly dropped his phone on his phone as he sees you. You looked beautiful in that dress, and when he sees how you were holding into your arm as if to indicate your uncertainty, he wished he could push away your arms and show you how pretty you looked.

But he didn’t want to push you, so he resorted to kissing you, praising you, and asking about it every time you go out, and thankfully, both of you were glad you ended up keeping it, especially from your side. As Jisung was spaced out, he didn’t realize that you came out of the kitchen until you began singing to him happy birthday, which made him shake his head as he looked at you with surprised wide eyes. Instead of the dress, you showed up with the cake in hand, and in you came with a robe—yes, you hid a robe and the dress somewhere in the kitchen so you could dress up quickly. Once you got closer and about to close off the song, you sat on Jisung’s lap and placed the candlelit cake between the two of you.

You smiled at him sweetly, “make a wish, Hannie…”

It was difficult to close his eyes when your beauty was emanating into the room even brighter than the candle lights. When he sees you raising your brows in encouragement, he closed his eyes and quickly blew the candles letting the smoke disperse into the air in an instant. You cheered as you placed the cake on the table and wrapped your arms around his neck as your gaze met his. Both of you mirrored the lustful yet loving gaze towards each other, but you still didn’t want to feed in yet.

“Do you wanna unwrap your gift or—”

“Yes, please!” Jisung spoke, interrupting your question without hesitation making you laugh at his eagerness, “birthday boy couldn’t for his gift, I see?” you giggled as you ruffled his hair before standing up. The bow you tied in your robe was within his eye level, making him look up to you to wait for your next move.

“Unwrap your present birthday boy.” Your tone was much sultry than your previous maternal voice, making Jisung’s eyes both darkened and gleam in excitement. His hands reached to your bow and his fingers pulled it off, letting the strands fall against your body, as the robe slowly and teasingly revealed your surprise. He looked up at you, and you nodded, encouraging him to proceed with unwrapping you, his gift. When he pushed off the robe there you exposed the lingerie your dress hid perfectly—aside from your garter. It was sheer material, meaning Jisung could see all the parts he had seen previously, but this time in a way he never would have thought of seeing you in real life, and boy, was he glad that his fantasies were becoming a reality.

“Well, birthday boy, are you gonna sit here and observe your present, or are you gonna do something with it and use me?”

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You were glad that you screwed up and forgot to get him something tangible.

The regret, guilt, and insecurity in your face and head disappeared as soon as Jisung carried you into your room, with his lips attached to you. During the make-out, he caught a glimpse of his kiss-marked face from the reflection of the mirror, smirking as he notices why you wore the makeup in the first place. He pulled away from you as he lays you down, and him getting on top of you.

“So, I see you wanted to mark me, huh?” His voice was raspy from his yearning to just take you and ruin you on the spot. Before you could speak, he dragged his thumb across your bottom lips, staining and smudging your lips, the red pigment reached to your chin thanks to his thumb gathering and spreading it across your skin. You’ve accelerated his desire to destroy even more, even shown when he practically ripped your lingerie off but left the garter on you, as he wanted to see you in it as he rams himself in you, and it was a promise he was sure he wasn’t going to break.

And he kept with that promise, as of right now, he placed you on your hands and knees facing the mirror that reflected Jisung’s feral imagination coming to life, with your makeup-stained face thanks to Jisung’s previous sessions that made you cry out in pleasure and ruin your makeup and way of speech.

“You can handle another one, baby, I bet you can…” The way he spoke to you was straight filth, but you mewled at it as you anticipated his cock filling up your walls once again, almost as if your pussy has become more reliant on it the more he inserts it, and the more you came around him. “My sweet cumslut,” he whispered as he slaps your ass, making you yelp out a squeal at the smack.

He snickers at your cute reaction as he began thumbing your swollen clit while aligning his cock against your soaking wet hole, making you throw your head into the mattress as you whine against the sheets. Jisung gripped your hair firmly and made your head face the mirror, showing off your ruined face. He leaned into your ears, making eye contact with you through the mirror, “you better take a look at yourself as I fuck your little pussy… got it?” His voice was low and threatening, especially doubled with the sharp gaze he was giving you through the mirror.

When you couldn’t answer back instantly, he pulled your hair once again, but this time he harshly shoves his cock in you, making you yelp at the sudden action. “I said, look at yourself,” he gritted his teeth as this time he looked at you in the face, trying to see if you opened your eyes. When you did open your eyes and looked at the mirror, if you were in your normal state of mind, you would have thought that you looked like a hot mess. But since your brain was fucked to the point it shut down, all you could focus is worshipping Jisung and his cock.

Jisung let go of your hair and leaned back, slapping your ass once again as he observes the way your pussy was swallowing his cock so well. He smirked before looking back at you, making you look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he can move in the next second.

“Fuck yourself against me.”

His tone was as sharp as a knife, and you felt it graze against your skin as you felt goosebumps going across your body. “Okay, Hannie,” you spoke in a soft tone as you did what was told. You leaned yourself back and forth, making you whine at the way you pushed your hips against his. It may be because you were weak or maybe because you enjoyed the way Jisung’s moved against yours, but you wanted Jisung to fuck you as hard as he did before.

But there he was, static, as he looks at you menacingly with a smirk, seeing you suffering underneath him. All that whining, moaning, and pouting, as well as pushing yourself even further in the hopes of him moving against you, but he stayed still.

At this point you started to cry, “Hannie… please fuck me… please fill me up once again… you do it so much better…” your pleads within your sobs were pathetic, to say the least, but it nearly broke Jisung and he almost caved in.

“Are you telling the birthday boy what to do?” he taunted with an evil smirk while you shook your head with a sob, black tears started to fall once again from your mascara down your cheeks. “No! No! You’re in full control! I am yours and yours only and only you could fuck me so good!”

Your cries were even more pitiful than the last one, but it seemed to work this time as Jisung gripped your hips, and then he started to gain control over your hips once again. The way your skin slapped against his thanks to the way he rapidly rammed his cock into yours, making the two of you moan at the feeling.

The combination of the wet sounds along with your and his blissed voices could make a neighbor complain about how loud it is, but it was the last thing you two cared about, too consumed from the amazing feeling you two are experiencing, especially with how you felt your peak was approaching from the way your stomach was heating up.

“Hannie… I’m so close—fuck!” you managed to moan out, strings of cusses and whines escaping your lips. With the way his hips started give out slightly, it seems as though he wasn’t far either. “I’m close too, baby… come with me…”

As he spoke, his words broke into high pitched moans, as after a few thrusts, he began painting your walls white with his cum, filling you up to the brim with its white warm contents. Not long after, you too reached your orgasm, making you drop your head and top body to the mattress, panting for air, while Jisung pulled away and laid next to you. After a few minutes of grasping for air, Jisung turns his head to you, places his hand behind your head and massages it.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He softly asked, concern was also laced in the question. You turned your head to him and gave him a dopey smile, “yeah, I feel amazing… what about you?”

He giggled at your reaction, “oh, I feel great,” he responded back, matching your energy, making you laugh. You two then spent in silence, lovingly staring each other, enjoying the silence as you flipped yourself in your back before leaning in to kiss Jisung’s lips.

While the passion and fire were present, it was more chaste and romantic than the previous kisses you two had.

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.” You spoke through the kiss with a smile, adoration present in both the eyes and lips.

Jisung smiled back loving, “Thank you, baby… this was the best birthday present I’ve ever received…”

“Yeah, it better be!” you exclaim, half-jokingly, making the two of you laugh.

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lovehimeri · 3 years ago

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hello! might I request fluff hc with Doppo, Hifumi and Ichiro meeting their crush (preferably female) from when they were in middle school

Hello! Thank you so much for requesting this , I love it + you made my day honestly 💗🎀

I hope this is to your liking! Enjoy ☆

🌸Characters : doppo , hifumi , ichiro

🍭Type : fluff , Hcs

🍓Cw warnings : none!

Doppo 👔

🎀-hifumi and doppo were sitting having dinner as usual , when hifumi asks doppo about his first love /crush

🎀-doppo at first doesn't remember very well , but then he recalls the girl from his middle school days

🎀-she was truly beautiful , and unlike him , she was super energetic , so doppo had to deal with not just one , but two people brighter than sun itself everyday at school

🎀-doppo was known back in school to be the one to get hifumi and [y/n] out of trouble , as they were a troublesome duo and got scolded by teachers pretty often , he had to do the apologizing part for them

🎀-doppo remembered clearly how hard he fell for that girl , how he wouldn't feel himself staring at her in the middle of an important class until hifumi pinches him , how her giggles sounded like sweet melodies as she runs away from someone after she pranks them , how her eyes would glimmer with love at sight of fireworks or her favourite food

🎀-hifumi snaps doppo out of his thoughts and giggles as he points out doppo's cheeks are turning red , he didn't mention that his red-headed friend was also smiling slightly at the sweet memories

🎀-doppo goes to bed , yet he can't stop thinking about [y/n] , he goes to sleep in hopes they'd cross paths one day

🎀-the next morning , his boss calls him to his office as he had assigned him to show a new employee in the sales-management departement around

🎀-he takes the newbie around , he seems very energetic as he greets doppo really enthusiastically , doppo and the newbie take the elevator to the sales management floor , right as they enter , doppo notices a face he recognizes but hasn't seen around before

🎀-"e-excuse me , is your name by any chance [y/n l/n]?" The woman turns to him, her hair gently bouncing on her shoulder

🎀-"well well , if it isn't my best fellow doppi!"

🎀-doppo's heartbeat quickens as he sees that same smile again . She's still using that silly nickname even after years..

🎀-"How long have you been working here?" Doppo asks , excited to know more

🎀-"not a long time actually! Just a few weeks , how are you doing at work? OH! How is hifumin?? I miss him just as much ya know!"

🎀-"p-pretty well actually...would you like to have dinner with me- And hifumi of course! After work?" Doppo shyly makes a move

🎀-"I would love to! I'm looking forward to it so do your best today!" . She's just as energetic and enthusiastic as ever , doppo truly loved her because of that

🎀-[y/n] steps out of the elevator and throws a little smile and a wave towards doppo as he does the same , once she's out of sight he sight deeply

🎀-"d-doppo-san...I think we missed the floor" Shoot . Doppo's mind was so occupied by seeing his crush again that he forgot about the newbie....

Hifumi 🥂

💌-same scenario with doppo , except hifumi is more open to talk about his crush

💌-he likes pointing out all the fun stuff you two used to do together , mostly the problematic things , but he remembers how you two would play in the summer rain in the school's courtyard and get scolded by teachers and doppo , as he gave you his jacket when you felt cold after you headed to class

💌-hifumi feels happy to find comfort in one woman at least , and as much as he's scared , he hopes he would meet you again one day

💌-the next day , he goes to work at night as usual . While on the train , he notices billboards and flyers with a familiar face on them . Today is the debut of your group! As you grew to become an idol with a group of other girls , your first show is happening today! Your photo and name were included in the flyer , along with the pictures and names of the other 3 members of your group

💌-hifumi felt incredibly happy to see this , as he knew you loved idols ever since you were in middle school , he told you he was rooting for you and looking forward to see you as one in the future

💌-it's a shame he had work that day. He goes into his workplace as usual , but fate has other plans . As a group of friends had booked the entire place and asked for certain hosts they've been fans of to be there

💌-hifumi was a little bummed someone didn't choose him , despite being the number 1 host in shinjuku , yet he was happy when he was told he was free to go

💌-of course he wasn't going home , he was going to see your concert! He paid for a ticket quickly while on the train . He's really lucky he found a free seat , as a new group , he expected the seats to your concert to be fully booked , but being a new group and all , he managed to find a close seat

💌-your concert starts , and you're looking as shiny as ever . Happily singing and jumping on the stage , you notice a glimmery presence somewhere close to the stage , and that's when you notice him . It's your childhood crush! He seemed really happy and excited to see you too

💌-Your concert ends , it was a huge success! Many people already left , as only the fans who paid for a meet-and-greet got to stay . -Hifumi was asked to leave , as he didn't pay for one , but you stop the staff to personally greet hifumi

💌-"hifumin!!!! I can't believe it's you! awwwwee! Look at you! You're looking amazing!!" You were just as cheery and jumpy as always , you told the staff they can leave as you were greeting your childhood best friend!

💌-"so! Ya came to see me or are you a fan of someone????" Even on his host mode , hifumi couldn't focus with your cute hairstyle , your makeup , your shiny outfit , your hands gently holding his , he was stunned

💌-you talk for a few minutes before your staff asked you to come , as the meet-and-greet event was about to start and the fans are waiting

💌-"it's really late now and I should go! But here's my number , we can go for brunch tomorrow and catch up if ya want! Bye-bye hifumin!" You make a move and squeeze him in a cute , quick hug , as you skip to your audience and greet them

💌-"doppo-chin , you will NOT believe who I met today"

Ichiro 1️⃣

🌸-saburo tells ichiro that a new boba shop opened nearby and asks him to go together and try it , as he was also willing to spend some alone time with ichiro

🌸-jiro finds out and demands he goes too , a fight breaks out and ichiro agrees to take them both to be fair

🌸-the yamada siblings arrive , jiro and saburo bickering every 5 seconds , ichiro asks them to behave as he walks into the small shop

🌸-it wasn't crowded , yet not so empty . The customers looked satisfied and the staff were working hard

🌸-the three siblings sit on a table near the window . After a few minutes of arguing and picking drinks , a cute cheery waitress comes to take their orders .

🌸-ichiro was able to recognize that face . That same voice , the same smile...it's his crush from middle school!

🌸-"jiro , saburo , I gotta go make adjustments to our orders so stay here" ichiro smiles as he gets up and goes to the counter

🌸-jiro and saburo look at each other , confused . Jiro smirks as he knows something saburo doesn't , and saburo starts bugging him to tell him what's up

🌸-ichiro's mind at that time was so occupied by you , he wanted to talk to you again after all those years! To his horrible luck , you were as fast as a bee , moving from one table to another

🌸-ichiro gave up and went back to the table , determined to get a chance to talk to you no matter what

🌸-the drinks were delivered by another waitress , ichiro thanks her nonetheless

🌸-"By the way sir , someone asked me to deliver this to you!" The waitress places a small piece of paper on the table next to ichiro

🌸-jiro and saburo give ichiro the looks . He just shakes it as nothing and puts the piece of paper away as saburo brings up another topic

🌸-ichiro sneaks the piece of paper out and reads it

🌸-"hi hi ichi-kun! Please meet me outside in an hour! ~☆" ichiro smiles at the note but hides it away quickly before his brothers notice . He already knew the sender from the cute glances you've been sending his way from one time to another

🌸-ichiro excuses himself to the bathroom , but leaves the shop . Saburo was confused and concerned but jiro knew what's up , yet he kept teasing saburo about it

🌸-"you dummy , of course ya don't know . The lady that took our orders is nii-chan's middle school crush! Nii-chan showed me pictures of them when they were younger. He's probably going to meet up with her later" jiro smirks once again , feeling like he outsmarted saburo . Too bad for him saburo wasn't interested

🌸-you were waiting outside the shop by the bushes , as ichiro approaches you with his casual smile

🌸-"[y/n]! It's been a while hasn't i-" before he could finish , you start squealing and hug him

🌸-"gooosh look at you! You've grown up so so much ichi-kun! I remember you were sooo tinyyyyy!!" You squeal once again , holding his shoulders

🌸-ichiro basically stopped working for a second , before coming back to reality

🌸-"How are you doing these days? A-are you eating well?" Ichiro really still holds that big crush inside of him even after all those years , that he can't think of normal things to say

🌸-"I'm doing juuuuust fine! I still have to close the shop ya see so...wanna go out tonight! Pleeeease do bring jiro and saburo too!" You begged cutely . He really wanted to spend some time with you alone , but seeing you all happy like that , he couldn't resist

🌸-"we can wait for you , we can even help you if you want" ichiro smiles softly . It touches something within you , and you remember how much you liked him

🌸-"that would be awesome! Come on , let's go back inside!" You drag ichiro back inside , as the shop was completely empty and the only customers left were his brothers

🌸-you sit with them and have a little chat , before it's closing time . You exchange phone numbers with ichiro and wave him and his brothers goodbye

🌸-"you did it nii-chan! I can take all your jobs for you so you can go on dates!" Jiro says excitedly

🌸-"let's not take it fast now jiro.." ichiro smiles shyly

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #hypmic x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #doppo kannonzaka x reader #hifumi izanami x reader

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vritest · 3 years ago

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care

fezco x fem!reader

summary: you loose yourself and fez is only trying to help.

tw: drug abuse

there was once a time where you were happy. you felt normal, you WERE normal. you were smart, energetic never really had much friends except for rue and fez other than that pretty much nobody, your parents didn’t care about you so you would cut them out of the picture of your life, but besides that life was great. everyone saw you as a perfect straight a smart pretty girl. especially fez who’s known you ever since rue had introduced him to you at a halloween party. you were dressed as cat woman (he will always remember that) you guys honestly fell in love at first sight. it’s like every single word that came out of your mouth was a melody to his ears, every laugh that you would let out during your little conversations at his liquor store was like a breath of fresh air. you weren’t irresponsible, you weren’t never sure of what you wanted you had common sense. you were perfect in his eyes. that day was the first time he’s met someone who hadn’t tried drugs yet. you hadn’t lost yourself.

well before drugs.

you remember the first time you were introduced to drugs. it was at a sleepover with rue. you had known she was an addict for a long time, you tried to help her overcome her addiction but none of your attempts succeeded so you were just left in acceptance she wasn’t going to change anytime soon. you never invalidated her, which was what made rue love you. besides the fact that your best friend was a drug addict, it never seemed to trigger you that you’ve never tried drugs yourself. yeah, you sometimes wondered what was the spell tied to drugs that made everyone buy them as if it was a normal thing, but you knew you would loose yourself and everything you’ve loved. you couldn’t look at rue and inversioned yourself in her in that position but when she had first persuaded you to try drugs, it changed your whole life permanently.

“fuck this shit” you muttered in a non caring ly way scoffing as rue crushed the pills creating a powder in a vouge magazine she had laying around, she grinned as she did a perfect line and handed you a rolled up dollar bill. you bit your lower lip that you had but in lip gloss in, as you grabbed the rolled up dollar bill bringing the magazine from her lap to your lap, breathing in you took the rolled up dollar bill closer to the magazine as you snorted the line. you lifted yourself up your head rolling back alone with your eyes and suddenly

you felt. free.

it was a feeling that was incomparable. it was like finally letting go of all the shitty things that had happened to you throughout your life. words couldn’t describeit. something happened to you that you never thought would happen. you craved for more.

so you and rue did exactly that. you guys would both go to fezs on a daily. for you it was something that was once in a while, you would hide the pills in a little altoid box and take them if you felt like you really had to, but it wasn’t a once every month thing now. you wanted more and more and more to the point that you forgot you had people that cared about you. fez.

when he saw you come in with rue for the first time for something other than the pink lemonade you would always asked for after you came from school, he knew you were done for. you had destroyed yourself and he didn’t need to look at you twice to know that. everything about you changed and he couldn’t help but blame himself for it, because he was the one that have rue those pills that you had snorted that night. you were no longer the y/n he knew. your laughs weren’t the same, the happiness from you was sucked up from inside of you and it crushed him.

“hey fez”

fez looked at you as you walked stumbling into his store, the giggles echoed. fez’s eyes looked at you up and down taking the joint he had in his fingers and placing it in an ashtray next to the counter he was sitting on. suddenly your stumbles became too much that you tilted to the side, about to fall. fez got off the counter quick before you fell. holding you close. not letting go. and then. you hugged him.

“you’re destroyin’ yourself, y/n” he muttered against your neck. you sniffled. pulling out of the hug you had pulled him in to. you rolled your eyes as you ran your hand through your hair. “it’s not a big deal, fez. all you gotta do is give me the drugs and i’ll be fine, alright? i’m not gonna die” fez furrowed his eyebrows at your attitude. licking his lips and pocking his tounge in his cheek.

“no” he said.

“no? you sell fucking drugs to fucking minors for a fucking living and you’re not gonna give me them? what’s your problem? what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” you yelled. fez’s face held no emotion but deep down, he knew that he was doing the right thing, but he also knew that if you kept talking to him like you were right now it would absolutely shatter him. fez hated seeing you like this. it irked him he didn’t check up on you more often as he should because he thought you wouldn’t fall in this path, but now here you were. standing in front of him as you yelled at him and did it so naturally it actually scared him more than any horror movie.

“do you think i wanna see you die, y/n? do you think i enjoy that shit?” he asked in a more aggressive way now. you let out a small sarcastic chuckle as you shook your head. “why?” you asked, fez tilted his head putting his lips together “why what?”.

“why do you care?”

fez stared at you. he noticed the lights from the store reflected in your pretty eyes that he never failed to notice the first day he had met you. after everything, you had asked why he cared? wasn’t it clear as day? fez honestly couldn’t find a reason to hate you. you were unhateable if that made any sense that he couldn’t even buy it into words.

“because i love you” he breathed out.

right now that was all he could say and he meant it so much that it physically hurt him to say it at this exact moment. fez thought he would say this another day where you were both happy and talking normally like you used to. he never invisioned saying it like this. not even the first time.

then everything felt like it was slow motion. like the world had changed speed and the earth sudden stopped moving because the next thing he knew, your lips were against his creating an addicting pattern, more addicting than any drug you’ve ever taken. you honestly didn’t know what caused you to kiss him at that momment that you were actually.. well.. going insane. but it was like you had no other choice. you loved everything about this man. you loved his personality, his eyes, his hands, his lips, his brother who you thought of as your kid, every single fucking thing about him was so perfect.

you regretted making feel like shit. you regretted everything.

you pulled away from the kiss, tears forming in your eyes as they strolled down your cheeks. light sobs coming from your mouth as, fez looked down at you hair since your head was pushed into his chest.

“i’m sorry.” you said in between sobs. you lifted your head as your eyes net his blue ones that were still filled with worry.

“i know you are” he muttered sighing, you stared away as everything started clicking and you just felt like an idiot for avoiding him all these days he’s tried to make an effort to talk to you every time he could. you weren’t sure if it was a good time to say the next words that came out of your mouth, especially in this setting but honestly there was nothing stopping you because it was what you felt and there was nothing that could change that .

“i love you too”

a/n: if y’all see grammar errors that’s my fault lolll, i’m too lazy to edit this. pls give me more ideas on what to write about because honestly i don’t have any 😭

#fez x reader #fezco angst #fezco x you #fezco blurb #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #euphoria imagine #euphoria #fezco euphoria

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wannabeschyulersister · 3 years ago

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choices

warnings: none

*gif is not mine. credit to owner.*

The connection that you had with Druig was different than the ones you had with the other Eternals.

It was strange to everyone else because you both couldn’t be more different. Druig was this brooding, sarcastic, and sometimes rude person. While you were this energetic, kind and the ultimate people person.

At parties, you were one of the few that was standing in the center laughing and dancing to the music. Druig would be a wallflower. He found enjoyment watching you smile and have the time of your life.

Whenever you all weren’t fighting off the deviants that plagued Earth, you were practically attached at the hip with Druig. He would make you laugh harder than you ever had. It was the simple moments with him that you enjoyed the most. The times were he would read you a story so that you could fall asleep. Or the moments during dinner where he would save you a seat beside him so that you could have a side conversation if needed.

Druig was always looking out for you in battle. He didn’t know how he would be able to function if something happened to you. The thought alone was unbearable to him. He genuinely thought that you’d be by his side forever.

Then, the events of Tenochtitlan occurred.

Everything that you had grown to know seemed to change all at once. Thena had Mahd Wy’ry. Ajak said that the only way to stop her from hurting herself and the others was to erase her memories.

She wouldn’t remember anything and you felt like your heart was shattering into a million pieces.

As everyone stood around waiting for Thena to wake up, you had a million thoughts roaming around in your head. You looked over at Druig and he seemed to be lost in his own mind as well.

When Thena did finally wake, you listened as Ajak explained to her what was going on. You held back the tears as Thena cried. Normally, she was the strong one in the group. You’d never seen her cry before.

Suddenly, Druig surprised you by voicing his concerns. “Why should she trust you? You’re asking her to let you erase who she is.”

“Druig,” Ajak said calmly, “I know you’re upset.”

“Upset?!” He shouted making a few of you jump in shock, “We’ve trusted you for 7,000 years and looks where you’ve gotten us. I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”

Druig’s words weren’t a surprise to you. Lately he’d voiced that he wasn’t too sure that he could trust Ajak. You thought that maybe he just needed sometime to himself.

You moved closer to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder, “Dru.”

The tension in his body didn’t ease like it normally would’ve with your comforting touch. Druig was finally getting the words off of his chest that plagued him for so long now.

Druig turned away from your touch and looked over the carnage that was below.

“It ends now.” He said before controlling the minds of everyone that had been fighting. They all stopped and faced him.

Ikaris moved to try and stop him and you braced yourself for a fight between them. You had never so much as thought to fight the other eternals but you knew you would defend Druig with all that you had.

“Let him go.” Ajak ordered.

Ikaris looked like he was reluctant to do so but still listened to her.

Druig looked at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. You took a step closer to him and Ikaris grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t.”

You shrugged him off and went to stand in front of the man who unknowingly had your heart.

There were tears in his eyes. Druig looked at you as if it were the last time he’d ever see you again. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what you would do next. He knew how much you loved being around the others. He wouldn’t ask for you to trade your happiness for being with him.

“I have to do this.” Druig said to you.

You nodded, “I know. That’s why I’m coming with you.”

Druig shook his head, “I can’t ask for you to choose, (Y/n).”

“You’re not asking for me to choose. I know what I want to do and I want to be with you.” You said confidently. You knew if you stayed with the other Eternals, your heart would be wherever Druig was.

There was a hint of a smile on Druig’s face. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

#druig x reader #druig x fanfiction #druig imagine #druig one shot #druig fanfic #eternals oneshot #eternals fanfiction

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kkodzvken · 4 years ago

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take the dive - sugawara koushi x milf!reader

tags/warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY! slight dubcon, infidelity, post timeskip (suga teaches reader’s kids). overstimulation and slight dumbification, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public (in an empty classroom)

a/n: this is my piece for @ultimate-astridwriting’s milf fuckers collab, which you can find here!! thank you for hosting this astrid, and thank u to everyone in the server for ur love and support as i worked on this <33. title cred: take the dive by jonghyun

wc: 3.9k

Amidst a faculty full of stuffy old dinosaurs and suits, Sugawara Koushi is a breath of fresh air. He’s a welcome distraction, a pretty face to focus on at dull PTA meetings and assemblies. And you knew that you weren’t the only one making heart eyes at him. Everywhere that he went, heads turned, and moms whispered. At the bus stop, on the sidelines of sports matches, in the waiting rooms outside dance classes.

It was just that, though -- just whispers. Little knowing glances and nudged shoulders, dreamy sighs and brief sinful indulgences. Nothing more than a brief escape from the monotony of your everyday lives. You’d lose yourselves in the fantasy for a few seconds, and then pull your heads down from the clouds and plant your feet on solid ground. You enjoyed your gossip with the other moms, and then you returned home, to your husband and children. To your family.

You love them, of course. Your children are your world, and your husband is a good man. He’s a good man, and that’s what made it so hard. He treats you well, keeps his words soft and never once put his hands on you.

He may be good, but, God, was he boring. You can’t remember the last time that he’d even kissed you, let alone fucked you. He came home later and later each night, too tired from work to do anything but silently scarf down his dinner and plant himself on the couch in front of the television. He dragged himself into bed hours after you did. He tried to be quiet, he really did, but he woke you up every single night with his stomping and shuffling. When you snuggled closer to him, he pushed you off. My back hurts too bad, he’d say, voice tinged with regret. Remind me to book another appointment with the chiropractor.

It was always some excuse or another.

So, really, you couldn’t blame yourself for your wandering eye. You weren’t going to act on it, of course -- you weren’t a cheater -- but the young teacher was something to occupy yourself with. A pretty face to fill your thoughts as you wrangled your horde of screaming kids from swim lessons to dance practice to art classes. A pretty, pretty body to imagine as you fucked yourself with your fingers, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was him, lithe body leaning over yours. No complaints of aching backs and sore muscles, none of the complications that came with age.

You’d leave your husband catatonic on the couch, put the kids to sleep, and then go dream of their hot teacher. You should’ve been more ashamed, but there was a part of you that loved the thrill of it. You flushed whenever you saw Mr. Sugawara the next morning, memories of your illicit thoughts filling your mind, but it also made your body feel electric.

Of course there was a part of you that longed to throw caution to the wind and jump the young man, but your conscience was much stronger than your weak, lustful thoughts. You were happy with the way things were now. As dull as your husband was, and as insufferable as the children could sometimes be, you were happy.

This was all you had ever wanted. A house in the suburbs, a husband with a well-paying job, three kids and a dog. You’re living the fucking dream. You’re happy, you tell yourself.

So why the fuck are you so unsatisfied?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With a deep breath, you stare down the heavy glass doors at the school’s entrance. You want nothing more than to find the idiot architect who designed this building, and strangle him for installing pull doors. Your arms are already sore from carrying the giant tray of brownies from your car to the front of the school, and you worry that if you put the treats down to open the door, you wouldn’t be able to lift them up again. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you have two minutes left to reach the gym where the bake sale is being held. The PTA president is notorious for hating latecomers, and you weren’t in the mood to get your head bit off.

You’re debating doing some gymnastics and using your foot to grab the handle, when you notice footsteps approaching from behind you. You open your mouth to ask for help, but they beat you to it. “Let me get the door,” says their syrupy, melodic voice.

Their familiar voice.

Your body practically freezes as a strong arm reaches over your shoulder. Long fingers – fingers that you’ve fantasized about too many times to count – twist the handle and push it open easily. You don’t know how you didn’t notice him approaching sooner, but now that he’s here, your senses are in overdrive. The sweet scent of his cologne, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his body – it’s all too much, and it makes your knees feel weak.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you say, voice coming out much breathier than you intended. This must be some kind of Pavlovian response from all your fantasizing, because there is no reason for your stomach to be twisting right now. “Thank you.”

He grins sheepishly and steps away, and you hate the way that your body screams at you to lean into him. “It’s no problem. Is that for the bake sale? Here, let me carry it for you.”

You try to protest, but there’s really no point. His long fingers are already pushing yours to the sides, and you swear you’ve been electrified as he pulls the tray out of your hands. It’s a shame, really, that he’s wearing a button-down. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, at least, but you would’ve loved to see his biceps flex as he carried that tray…

What am I doing? You dig your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of your thoughts, but it’s hard to stay lucid when he’s so beautiful. He carries the brownies with ease, using just one arm to support their weight as the other holds the door open for you. It should make you upset, that you’re so weak in comparison to him, but the thought just makes you feel even more breathless. He’s so strong, so young, and so unlike your husband.

“Thank you,” you say again as he steps into the building behind you. You reach for the tray, but he waves you off.

“Nonsense. I’ll walk you to the gym.”

“Oh, really, you don’t have to—”

“I insist. Anything for my favorite mom.”

His…favorite? His words leave you too stupefied to protest any further, and he takes your silence as compliance. Your body automatically follows in his footsteps as he paces down the hallways.

He looks over at you and smiles comfortingly. It lights up his entire face, but does little to ease your turbulent thoughts.

Your mind is still fixated on his words as you step onto the squeaky wood flooring of the gymnasium. Sugawara calmly walks over to the PTA president, who looks like she’s about to rip her hair out. She’s surrounded by a gaggle of other moms, all jabbering away with concern painted across their faces.

“Is something wrong, ladies?” he asks. His voice snaps them all out of their conversation, and their eyes widen as they take him in.

“Yes,” says the PTA president scornfully. “We were supposed to have the brownies here already! The sale starts in ten minutes, and if this keeps up, I won’t have enough time to inventory everything and make it presentable, and –”

“I have the brownies,” you cut in, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

She blanches, and looks from you to the tray in Sugawara’s arms. An oh is all she can muster before grabbing the brownies and rushing off.

“Is everything okay?” one of the other moms asks, her voice laced with fake sweetness. “Oh, and you look so tired, dear. If you couldn’t manage your part, you should’ve just said so!”

“It would’ve been no trouble,” another woman says. “I’d have had no trouble whipping up a tray for you! Everyone always does love my baking.”

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to snap at them. It’s always like this – the other moms seem so in tune with their lives of domestic bliss, playing games of politics and constantly competing to be the best. Try as you might, you just can’t satisfy yourself with a life like theirs.

The material of Sugawara’s shirt brushes against you, and you start. He doesn’t pull away as you flinch, instead gently resting his hand on the small of your back. “Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her away? Mrs. (L/N), I have your son’s science fair project sitting in my classroom. He keeps forgetting to bring it home. Would you like to go collect it now?”

You nod, relieved at the excuse to escape these women and their sickening artificial sweetness. Sugawara gently guides you with the hand on your back. You can’t help but internally smirk at the thinly-veiled jealousy on the faces of the other mothers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“This is why you’re my favorite,” Sugawara says, once you’re safely out of earshot. “All these PTA moms are so fake. But you’re not like that, are you?”

You nod, still a bit convinced that this is all a dream. He doesn’t remove his hand from your back as you walk down the hallways, and only pulls away when you reach the door to his classroom. He fishes through his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys, before insert one into the knob and pushing the door open. He gestures for you to enter first, and so you do, blinking at the harsh sudden brightness of the automatic lights.

You awkwardly glance around the room. You’ve been here plenty of times before, but that was all during the daytime, when it was packed full of energetic children. It feels…strange, to be alone in a classroom as an adult. Or, well, alone, except for the stupidly attractive teacher that you’ve been lusting over.

“Where’s the project?” you ask, trying to diffuse some of the tension building in your stomach. “I should head home soon.”

Sugawara leans his back against the door and cocks his head. “You know, I know what you say about me.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His eyes rove across your body, lingering on your chest for far longer than they should. “I’m not deaf, you know. I hear all the things you say about me. You’re just like all the other moms.” He pushes off the door, stalking closer to you. You instinctively take a step back. “Only difference is, you might actually have the guts to do something about it.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, so hard that you think your ribs might bruise. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Sugawara. I-”

You take another step back, and another, and suddenly your back collides with concrete. Your body jolts, and you yelp at the sudden pain.

Sugawara leans closer. One of his hands braces against the board behind your head, and the other one comes up to cradle your face. His long fingers hook under your chin and press, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze. His thumb brushes against your lip, and you can’t deny how the sensation makes your body feel like jelly.

Every rational thought in your mind is screaming at you to run, to leave, to get away from him and go back to your husband, but God, it’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. It’s been so long since someone’s made your heart race and your breaths quicken, since someone’s made you blush like a schoolgirl over a simple touch.

“What was that you said?” he asks, his voice dripping with honey. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You swallow and bite the inside of your cheek. The pain does nothing to clear the fog inside your mind. “I-I don’t, I-”

“You do,” he interrupts, his thumb still toying with your lip. “You’re so fucking obvious. I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Mr. Sugawara!” His lewd words make you gasp, but more than anything, you hate the fact that he’s right. Your body has a mind of its own, and it wants nothing more than to wrap your lips around his thumb and pull him closer. It wants to feel his arms wrapped around you, feel his body towering over you.

But you can’t. As much as you want to, you can’t, because you have a husband at home who’s waiting for you. Sure, he isn’t home right now, because he’s putting in extra hours at the office. And sure, he hasn’t touched you or made you feel desired in weeks. Hell, you haven’t had a genuine conversation in weeks. But he’s still your husband! You try and remind yourself of that. You roll the thought around in your head, hoping that it’ll push your thoughts of Sugawara away.

But the young teacher is persistent, and there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes your chest tighten. “Call me Koushi, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess –”

“What, you’re going to pretend that it didn’t make you wetter? Going to pretend that you aren’t clenching your thighs together right now?” He leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes against your ear as he whispers. “Your body doesn’t lie, baby.”

A whine slips past your lips at his words, and then you gasp, mortified with yourself. But the grin that covers his face makes your transgression worth it, because God, he’s handsome. His hand squeezes your chin even tighter, and then trails down to your neck. Your breath catches in your chest. You’re hyperaware of his every movement, of his fingers trailing across your skin, his touch feather-light. It leaves you aching for more.

You instinctively whine again, and he lets out a noise of surprised delight. “Whining like this, and you’re still denying that you want me? What’s got you so embarrassed?”

“I have a husband,” you hiss – or, at least, you try to hiss. It comes out more like a whimper than anything else.

Sugawara looks at you for a beat – and then throws his head back and laughs. It catches you off guard, and you furrow your brow. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

He collects himself, but his eyes are still gleaming when he looks back at you. “Sure, you have a husband. But that doesn’t stop you from thinking about me, does it? Tell me, when’s the last time that your husband took care of you? When’s the last time that he touched you, or fucked you, or made you feel good?”

“Mr. Sugawara, this is inappropriate–”

“Stop lying to yourself.” His voice suddenly drops, his stare forceful and deadly serious. “Say the word, and I’ll go. We can pretend this never happened. But anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unsatisfied.”

“I…I don’t…” Your thoughts feel like a wave, building higher and higher. They bounce around your head, reverberating against your skull, so loud that you can’t even think.

“Why are you settling?”

“Mr. Sugawara, please, I–”

“Why are you settling, when you know you want more?”

The wave crests.

You don’t know who moves first, but somehow, your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his lips are slotted against yours. It’s not soft, or sweet – it’s a mess of teeth and tongues and feverish breaths. His hands are everywhere. They trail over your skin, explore the curves of your chest and your stomach, grip tightly at your waist to pull you closer.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you pant against his lips. Your lungs scream for oxygen, but you can’t bear to drag yourself away from him for even a second. He kisses so well. It may be rushed, and messy, but there’s so much hunger behind his actions that it makes your head spin. It’s like his lips are a live wire, and every second that they touch yours, they send a thousand volts of electricity arcing through your body.

“Koushi,” he breathes. “Call me Koushi, please.” You nod, and then hurriedly undo the buttons of his shirt, popping a few off in the process. Neither of you care. His hands finally dip beneath the hem of your dress, and he wastes no time in unceremoniously tugging it off your body.

Your hands instinctively go to cover yourself. Age and childbirth have changed your body, and you know that Mr. Sugawara – no, Koushi – is probably used to beautiful young women. You still don’t understand why his eye landed on you. He surely has dozens of girls his age fawning over him, with flat stomachs and perky tits. Why you?

He grips your wrists and pries your hands away from your body. “Don’t do that,” he says, so gentle in contrast to the fire from just moments ago. “Don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.”

Oh.

You can’t remember the last time that someone called you beautiful. You can’t remember the last time that you felt beautiful.

But right now, with Koushi staring at you, eyes blown out with lust… you feel it.

He sinks onto his knees, lips already pressing little kisses against your hips and upper thighs. You try and protest – really, Koushi, you don’t have to – but he shushes you instantly. He hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in without hesitation. Even through the fabric of your panties, you’re in fucking heaven. His tongue laves against your clit, focusing so much attention onto the swollen bead that you can’t help but let out a moan.

You slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. You’re in an elementary school, for God’s sake. The bake sale is at the other side of the large building, but you’re terrified of someone walking past and catching you. Guilt swirls around your heart, but it’s quick to dissipate when Koushi tugs your panties off and throws them over his shoulder. He buries himself into your cunt again, and it’s even better without the barrier. The coil in your stomach is tightening embarrassingly fast, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. His tongue laps at your folds, slurping lewdly.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Your body moves of its own accord. Your hips grind against Koushi’s face, and he moans right into your cunt. His lips move up to your clit again, alternating between licking and sucking. You’re so focused on his mouth that you barely notice his fingers, so long and pretty, collecting your wetness.

You do notice when he fucks two of those pretty fingers into you. He immediately starts scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, before hooking them against that spot inside of you that makes your head spin. Your entire body is shaking with euphoria, so much that you can’t handle it.

“Close,” you cry out, trying to keep yourself upright. “Close, close, please, don’t stop!”

He moans into you again when you tug at his hair. It’s the push that you need to finally fall over the edge. You bite into your palm to keep from screaming as you gush all over him, chest heaving and eyes tearing up.

He keeps curling his fingers, keeps lapping at your clit, until you tug on his hair and cry that the overstimulation is too much. As he lets your leg down and stands up, he makes a show of licking your cum off his fingers, slurping on them loudly. It would make you embarrassed, but you’re too focused on his other hand as it dips down to his belt. The muscles of his stomach flex as he undoes the buckle. You take the opportunity to rake your eyes over his toned torso. He seems so slender when he’s dressed, but his shoulders are surprisingly broad.

He looks up at you with a little smirk. “Caught you staring,” he teases. You blush as he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his cock. It’s already hard, and so pretty, just like him. His tip is red and dripping with precum. You want so badly to get a taste, but Koushi has other plans. He spins you by your shoulders, and then presses at the small of your back to make you lay across his desk.

You groan when you feel him slap his cock against your ass a few times, before running it through your folds to collect your wetness. “Please,” you gasp. “No teasing, please.”

“Just came, and you’re already needy?” he chuckles. “That husband of yours must really not be satisfying you.”

You’re spared from having to think of a retort by him sinking into you. A cry leaves your lips, but it’s too good for you to even care about the sound. He feels like heaven as he sinks into you. His cock stretches you out deliciously.

You’re already feeling delirious as he starts to shallowly thrust and work his way in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. “So – fuck…”

You can’t do anything but moan and scratch at the table as he starts to fuck into you in earnest. His cock is perfectly curved to hit your spot every time, and soon you’re reduced to a mess underneath him. His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. It hurts, it’s all too much, but it’s so fucking good. You don’t think you’ve ever felt pleasure like this – mind numbing and all consuming, so powerful that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he groans again, bending down so that he can loom over you and leave little bites all over your back and shoulders. “Not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that, shit!”

“Faster, please,” you beg, and he obliges. He sets an absolutely brutal pace, somehow managing to fuck you hard, fast, and at the perfect angle all at once. Moans and cries spill freely out of your open mouth. When he reaches forward to toy with your clit, it’s all too much, and it sends you over the edge again. Your body practically spasms as he fucks you through your second orgasm. He shows you no mercy, gives you no time to come down. You don’t know if you’re coming again, or if you just never stopped. Your mind is hazy with pleasure and overstimulation.

You’re a twitching mess by the time that he pulls out, but you still whine at the loss. You’re far too fucked out to turn around and look at him, but in the corner of your consciousness, you can hear him panting and stroking himself furiously. His moans are so beautiful. Within a few short seconds, he’s coming all over your ass, painting your pretty skin white with his seed.

You don’t know how long you’re laying there before he taps your cheek to get your attention. “C’mon now,” he says, a tired smile on his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want your husband finding out, would we?”

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jbreenr · 3 years ago

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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yuujispinkhair · 3 years ago

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So I was thinking like, what if Yuuji had a baby sister? Just imagine how soft he would be, he'd probably be four or five years older than her, and imagine his face when his sister finally comes home from the hospital 😭😭😭 He would be overprotective of her and he'd be the best big brother ever 🥺 sorry I had to spill my guts out because this has been in my head forever lmao. Also my name sounds like I'm siblings with him

Aww, yes Yuuji would be such an amazing big brother! Pairing: none Genre: fluff Warnings: preganancy, babies My blog is 18+ so minors don't interact!

Little Yuuji is so excited when his parents tell him he will have a little sister soon! He always touches his mom's belly and asks when his little sister will finally be here. "I want to play with her!!"

When the baby is finally born, Yuuji is super happy. He comes to the hospital to visit, jumping up and down in excitement on his dad's hand. And when he sees his baby sister, he gets hearteyes and kisses her cheek.

Yuuji isn't jealous of his little sister like it's often the case when a new baby arrives. Instead, Yuuji loves her so much! He's so happy to have a new companion!

Sometimes he has to get stopped by his parents, though, because he's just too eager to play with his little sister. "Yuuji, she's still too little. She can't play soccer with you. You have to be patient."

Yuuji is a very energetic child and very strong for his age, so he sometimes accidentally becomes too wild and pushes his baby sister over while playing. He feels so bad for it, though, and cries with her when that happens.

Yuuji is a super protective big brother. He will downright threaten people who are mean to his little sister. And if they don't stop, he's also not shying away from punching them.

Yuuji isn't embarrassed by his little sister even during that time when the age difference is the most significant when Yuuji is already a teen, and his sister is still a child. Yuuji still watches Disney movies and kid's shows with her and goes to the playground.

His little sister's friends all have a huge crush on Yuuji. It's especially bad when he's already in college and comes home for the holidays, and somehow the house is always full of squealing teenage girls. Yuuji is oblivious, though. He is just happy because he thinks his baby sister must be really popular if she has so many friends over all the time.

Thank you for the ask! It was cute to imagine Yuuji as a big brother when in canon he is a little brother and always seems to run into people who want to take him in and protect him like a precious little baby (Which he is, of course!!) But yes, I think Yuuji would be an amazing big brother too! He is so caring and sweet!

#yuuji fluff #jjk fluff #itadori fluff #jjk headcanons #tw pregnancy

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cal-a-bungaa · 3 years ago

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Christmas Morning - Jake Kiszka

Title: Christmas Morning

Synopsis: The best way to spend Christmas morning was with your little family.

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Dad Jake as well.

Word count: 825

Authors note: Enjoy this dad Jake fic. I really hope you all like it!

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High pitched giggles echoed from down the hall, quickly approaching with feet slapping against the hardwood floors. The two who were responsible for the noise were racing down the hallway to your bedroom. If you hadn’t known what today was, you’d be scolding them right about now. A few seconds later, you could hear the loud whispers of your eldest telling her younger sister to be quiet before turning the doorknob slowly. You quickly shut your eyes and pretended to be fast asleep. The silence from them creeping up to the bed was interrupted by your two girls jumping onto their father, startling him awake.

“Daddy! Wake up!” Your eldest Cassia shrieked as she shook Jake’s shoulders. “Santa came!”.

Your husband softly pushes her to the space in between you two and closes his eyes again. This wasn’t taken lightly by the almost 6-year-old. Cassia climbed onto her father’s chest and proceeded to try and pry his eyes open. His loud laugh mixed with hers, and you swore it was the best sound you’d ever heard. While she struggled to get Jake out of bed, your youngest laid against you, watching the events of this morning happen. Willow was your more laid-back child, while her older sister was very energetic.

The bed shook as Jake laughed, and Cassia jumped around him. “Fine, fine. I’m awake, Cass.” He finally gives in to her as she lands on his chest, knocking the air out of him.

Cassia calms down for a few moments, just taking in the moment of her dad running his fingers through her soft locks. Before she and her sister fall asleep, Jake throws your oldest over his shoulder, standing up from his spot in bed. Squeals and laughter fill the room once more as he walks around the bed to your side, lifting Willow into his other arm. Watching him with your daughters felt like a dream.

Jake leans down to give you a quick kiss, “Daddy, presents!” Cassia points towards the living room, becoming impatient. The youngest Kiszka girl tugs on his locks as he tells Cass that she’ll be able to open presents soon. A wink is sent your way before he turns to make his way into the living room, not wanting to hear the oldest throw a tantrum this morning. As the three of them exit the room, you can hear your husband reassuring them that you’ll be out soon. You didn’t stay in bed any longer, throwing on Jake's robe that quickly turned into yours a few months ago.

In the living room, Jake was sorting through the presents, and Cassia was too excited to sit still. Willow had pulled up her princess chair that her uncle Josh got her for her second birthday and watched her dad move around. When he noticed you enter the room, his eyes lit up even more than you had thought possible.

“Mama, look at what Santa gave me!” Your oldest daughter shrieks for what seems to be the hundredth time this morning.

“You sure got a lot of presents from Santa, Cassie,” you stated, grinning at how happy she was. Her curls bounced as she frantically nodded her head. Jake places the last one in front of her, telling her to wait one more second. He takes a seat next to you on the loveseat, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You can open them now.”

You lean further into Jake, nuzzling your head into his neck as the two of you watch your daughters tear apart the Disney wrapping paper. His other arm comes to rest atop of yours on your swollen stomach. Cassia had unwrapped all of her presents in a flash, so she moved to help Willow. She made sure to point out and tell her younger sister what she got from Santa.

A kiss was pressed to your temple, breaking your attention away from the girls. “Our daughter is crazy.” he laughs.

“I wonder where she got that from? Not like you aren’t crazy, nor are her uncles,” you laugh with him, rolling your eyes.

Jake tilts your chin up for you to look up at him. His soft smile melts your heart. “Either way, we make perfect babies, and you’re an amazing mom,” he whispers against your lips.

Your lips meet, cherishing the first moment you had this morning. After breaking apart, his forehead rested against yours. Eventually, the moment had gotten ruined by Cassia wanting her toys opened. Jake threw his head back with an exaggerated sigh as the oldest Kiszka girl continued to beg for help.

“I love you.” And before you could say it back, he was off the couch and had the girl’s toys in hand.

Soon you’d be expecting Josh to waltz into your home, the backseat of his truck full of more presents for his nieces. But until then, you were enjoying the liveliness your little family had this Christmas morning.

#jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet imagine #jake kiszka fluff #greta van fleet x reader #gvf

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thesupreme316 · 2 years ago

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darius martin x female reader having their first kiss and getting together at midnight on new years???

I GOT YOU BESTIE

Happy New Years: Darius Martin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy headcanon (okay look, ik I do a lot of fluff but it’s cause I lack it irl)

Summary: What happens when you spend the New Year with Darius Martin?

Word Count: 755 (rough estimate)

Supreme Speaks: HAPPY NEW YEAR YALL!!! BRO I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS ONE, i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did writing it. Darius is husband #3 in AEW for me so i was happy to do this. thanks to @hooks-martin for requesting this and i hope it lives up to your expectations. i also hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: None really....literally none

Taglist (DM if you want to be added): @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @diabloguapos @sheinthatfandom

FIRST OFFF This man is ENAMORED of you

As soon as he saw you, in his head: “she will be mine” (like on the amazing world of gumball)

This energetic man became a shy puppy when you first locked eyes until you introduced yourself

Instantly became friends with you and started to keep tabs on your likes/dislikes and facts

After like a month of being friends, he asked you on a date

And that one date became two, three, and four more dates

He even got you a Christmas present and so did you (nothing big)

However, the only thing is that you two are taking it slow…Per your request

Meaning you’re not exclusive/official…yet

In Darius’ eyes, you were the one, he never felt this way towards someone before

All his friends and his brother could see it in how he talked about your dates, and how he immediately smiled when you texted him

Dante: Do you have her saved as “Future Boo” or “Wifey”?

Darius: Leave me alone -_-

However, he didn’t want to make you feel rushed or uncomfortable

In retrospect, you were the same way; you really liked him and all your friends constantly teased you

Ruby: what’s next, you’re gonna learn how to flip to impress him?

You: I know how to do a cartwheel

Eddie (quietly): barely

You were ready to take it to the next level but didn’t know how to say it, so everything was still

That all leads up to New Year’s Eve

Darius was gonna keep waiting until you said something about the next stage

That was until his younger brother got in his ear

“Bro, she likes you but she’s scared. If you keep playing it slow and not taking the lead, she’ll move on to the next person. Just tell her how you feel, soon.”

With this motive, Darius came up with a plan to confess at the AEW New Year’s Eve party at the hotel

He dressed up in a suit, waiting for you to arrive, and waited for what seemed like forever

Around 11:30 PM, he noticed that you never walked in

Confused, he asked Ruby where you were and she said “She went to her room cause of her social battery going low, but…I think she wouldn't mind seeing you” She also told him your room number

He put down his drink before leaving the party as the Lads cheered for him

Anthony: GO GET HER TIGER!!

He got on the elevator and went up to your floor and proceeded to knock on your door once he found it

The door opened to reveal you with your party dress still on, as you were too lazy to take them off (and you spend too much money on it only to wear it for one hour)

As if it was the first time he saw you ever, he thought you looked absolutely beautiful

Inviting him in, you explained you just got tired of being around other people

Just as he started to spew words about leaving, you reassured him that you didn’t mind his company (you actually preferred it)

11:50 PM, You two decided to watch the ball drop; sitting on opposite sides of the couch

Darius, with Dante’s words echoing in his mind, decided to make the first move

11:55 PM, He scooted closer to you and softly approached your hand

You, with a smile, intertwined your fingers with his

11:56 PM, you put your head on his shoulder

11:57 PM, he starts to say, “I’m really happy that we have this connection together. You've made my life better ever since you entered it”

“Me too, I’m happy I met you.”

“I’m happy I was able to spend the last part of this year with you. It only made me realize that…I want to start off next year and many more with you as my girlfriend.”

“Darius-“

11:58 PM, “I’m serious, sweetheart. I have never felt this way about anyone before. And I can’t see starting my year off better than by calling you mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yes, mine”

11:59 PM, With a big smile, you said, “Well, you have to ask before it’s too late”

Looking into your eyes, Darius asked, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”, emphasizing ‘my’

As people were counting the last few seconds of the year, you said "Yes, I will"

With the ball dropping and fireworks going off in every direction, you whispered, "Happy New Year"

"Happy New Year baby"

And you started a new year by kissing your new boyfriend

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagine #darius martin #darius martin x reader #darius martin imagine #top flight imagine #top flight #aew headcanon

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blueaetherr · 3 years ago

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best i have

pairing: emile smith-rowe x fem!oc (amy) [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where emile can't resist confessing his love to amy with a drake song

now playing: best i ever had by drake

Amy pulled away from the kitchen island once she finished wiping it down and hummed softly, to the background music but also in satisfaction. Curtains pushed back with windows wide open, furniture pulled back and out of the way to reach tough spots, clothes in the washing machine or hanging in the back garden. Such a day was labelled as Amy and Emile's day for a spring clean.

The deep cleaning, the scrubbing of every counter and not missing a spot, dusking the ceiling and every small appliance—she found a lot of enjoyment in spring cleaning. In fact, it was something Amy and Emile found a lot of enjoyment in. Spring cleaning, when they could spend a whole day cleaning with one another with a few breaks here and there. Gossiping about their days apart, drifting away from every other responsibility beyond the relationship with their favourite tunes bleeding through the house speakers.

"This is my song!" Amy chuckled when she heard Emile's voice, patting her wet hands on her apron. Best I Ever Had was the song that always seemed to get the best out of him, whatever the occasion.

There was no doubt that the music element of spring cleaning was his favourite part of it all. An aspect that let the boredom of cleaning pass by with some pace. It had Emile in high spirits and energetic and all smiles, offering Amy such great company. Perhaps the music got to him sometimes, the source of his distraction from actual cleaning. But it was all just too much entertainment to watch and listen to for Amy to tell him off about it.

Coming from the living room, Emile strolled into the kitchen with the lyrics of Drake slipping off his tongue with ease. A bit of rapping when he was feeling himself, humming and whistling along to the song when he couldn't quite get the lyrics right the first time around. He started by nodding his head to the beat, smiling all too wide when he couldn't resist the rest of his body vibing along to the song. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to dance it.

"Hey— what're you doing?" Amy whined with a laugh when Emile pulled her away from cleaning the sink. With Emile in his zone, it proved to be difficult to get any tasks you wanted done. It was that distraction striking at its finest.

He took her hands in his own, interlocking their fingers together. Such a perfect fit. "Just dance with me for a minute," he said as he brought Amy towards the cleared part of the kitchen.

At first Amy was a bit stiff to it all, dancing and singing simply weren't fortés of hers. But she let Emile have his way with her. I mean how could she resist it? So happy and in his moment, very much feeling in love. As he sang with as much soul and truth as Drake, directing all of his spoken words to his girlfriend with his kind and loving looks and touches. Twirling her around to get Amy in the mood, making her laugh or shy away from the lyrics from how passionately Emile spoke them.

Sharing his happiness, spotlight and love with his other—all of this during a music intermission—was something he would never get tired of.

And as the song faded out, Emile declared, a grin dopey and soft appearing on his face. "You, Amy, really are the best I have."

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rubysunnday · 4 years ago

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Could I please request a Bridgerton imagine where Eloise meets Reader and realises that R would be perfect for one of her brothers (you can decide which one)? Eloise then tries to matchmake them or even just introduce them to each other??

so, this is love

“No.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N/N.”

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Eloise, you can give me the sad eyes all you want, my answer is not going to change.”

“But if you just -”

“Eloise, I will burn you with this cigarette in a minute - stop it.”

Eloise slumped back against the tree and gave Y/N a glower that would rival Anthony. Y/N - who’d been friends with the Bridgerton’s for almost four years - ignored the glowering glare her friend was giving her and puffed on her cigarette.

“Are you coming to the ball tomorrow?” Eloise asked, dropping her glower. She reached over and snatched the cigarette out of Y/N’s hand.

“Yes, of course,” Y/N replied, frowning. “You know I am - no.”

“One dance.”

“No.”

“Just one.”

“No.”

Eloise practically growled. “Oh, come on, Y/N! You love Colin!”

“Yes, as a friend, El,” Y/N replied, scoffing. “Don’t you dare try and set me up with your brother.”

Eloise sighed but held her hands up in surrender. “Alright, I won’t. But you’ll still come tomorrow?”

“I don’t really have much choice,” Y/N muttered. “I promised your mother and Anthony.”

Eloise smirked. “She’s terrifying, isn’t she?”

“Put together with Anthony, I felt as if I was going to be executed if I didn’t say yes!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “He glowered at me, El. Glowered.”

“Ah, yes, Anthony Bridgerton’s infamous glower,” Eloise said, nodding. She handed the cigarette back to Y/N. “Now you have to come.”

Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh as she took the cigarette. “Very funny, El.”

“What’s funny?”

Y/N jumped and almost fell off the swing she was sitting on. “Jesus Christ, Benedict!” She exclaimed, putting a hand on her chest.

“Sorry,” Benedict said, struggling not to smile. He sat down on the swing next to her and held his hand out for the cigarette.

“Oh, we’re all just sharing now, are we?” Y/N muttered, handing the cigarette to him.

“We were just talking about how Mother and Anthony managed to make Y/N agree to attend the ball tomorrow night,” Eloise said, picking at the grass around her.

“He glowered, she smiled,” Y/N muttered, shuddering either from the sudden gust of wind or the memory of being cornered in Anthony’s office.

Benedict laughed and choked on the smoke he accidentally inhaled. “Once they corner you, there's no escape, believe me, I know!”

Y/N groaned, slouching as much as she could in the swing. “I don’t want to go, though - no offence.”

“None taken,” Eloise called, shaking her head. “I don’t want to go either.”

Y/N groaned again and leant back on the swing, tilting her head back until her hair was touching the grass. She pushed herself back and forth with her feet as she contemplated her impending doom, half listening to the conversation Benedict and Eloise were having.

She’d never been one for balls - she was a introvert like Eloise - and preferred hiding in her house (or Bridgerton house which was quickly becoming a second home to her) reading a book.

When she’d first entered society she’d been a wallflower. Y/N and Eloise had met at a ball and had bonded over the fact neither one wanted to be there. A few balls later and Y/N found herself dancing with Colin Bridgerton.

It hadn’t taken much before she fell down a rabbit hole titled Big Crush on Colin Bridgerton.

Not that she would ever admit it to anyone. Unfortunately, Eloise had found out and - after much badgering and nagging - Y/N had reluctantly admitted that she was right and ever since then, Eloise had been determined to set her up with her brother.

Y/N had been avoiding Colin ever since Eloise had found out, not that she thought he’d noticed.

Y/N tilted back a bit further and yelped as she lost her balance and fell onto the grass. “Oh, right, that’s it, I’m not going,” she moaned, staring up at the tree and glowering at the inconvenience that had just occurred to her.

Benedict snorted as he stood up and held out a hand to her. “Oh, stop complaining, Y/N/N, you’ll be fine. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Y/N begrudgingly took Benedict’s hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet and pull a twig out her hair. “Yes, and then the entire ton can glare at me because I’m friends with the most eligible bachelors in London.”

Benedict smacked her on the back of the head and Y/N slapped his arm in retaliation.

“Children,” Eloise called - sounding scarily like Violet. “Y/N, you are coming whether you like it or not. In fact, I’m going to make Benedict come and get you at noon tomorrow so you can get ready here.”

“And so I don’t run away?” Y/N added, raising an eyebrow at Eloise.

“That too.”

Y/N muttered something that sounded suspiciously like she was cursing the entire Bridgerton name, but she nodded. “Fine. Benedict can come and get me.”

“I’m so glad I’m appreciated by you,” Benedict said sarcastically, putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s such a refreshing change.”

She wasn’t hiding.

There just happened to be a significantly large potted plant in front of the chair she was sitting in.

Y/N had to admit that she did look beautiful. The midnight blue dress sparkled in the dozens of candles dotted around the room and her hair had been pinned up with jewelled violet hair pins that Violet had leant her for the night.

That didn’t, however, change the fact that she didn’t want to be there and was trying her hardest to avoid Colin.

Eloise, however, had had the opposite idea and had been glued to Colin’s side the entire night, trying to find Y/N and make her dance with her brother.

“Is my Mother’s orange tree plant providing subtle enough cover, Y/N/N, or would you like a cheese plant as well?”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at Anthony. “I know you’re joking but I wouldn’t mind if it happened to appear next to the orange tree.”

Anthony chuckled and sat down next to her, offering her one of the glasses of lemonade he’d been holding. “You can’t hide behind a plant all evening.”

“I’m doing a pretty good job of it so far,” she retorted, sipping on the drink. “It is a very nice plant.”

“Why are you hiding?” Anthony asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Your sister is trying to set me up with Colin,” Y/N muttered, glowering at the plant as if it was Eloise’s face.

“Who? El?” “Yes, Eloise,” Y/N snapped. “Once that woman gets an idea she physically cannot let it go until she’s finished with it.”

Anthony laughed. “You’re hiding from Eloise?”

“She’s terrifying when she’s on a mission, Anthony,” Y/N replied, turning in her chair to look at her friend. “You’ve seen her with the whole Whistledown fiasco.”

“I was wondering why she’s been glued to Colin’s side or night,” Anthony mused.

Y/N groaned, dramatically throwing her head back against the wall. “I’m doomed, Anthony. Doomed.”

“Let it never be said you’re not dramatic,” Anthony muttered, sipping his drink. “Want to dance?”

“If I dance she might see me. I should hide behind foliage when possible.”

“She’s not a predator, Y/N. Besides, you promised me a dance,” Anthony said, standing up and holding his hand out.

“No,” Y/N grumbled, taking his hand and letting him drag her onto the floor, “she’s an apex predator.”

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Yes, alright, she’s an apex predator. Now, I know you don’t like my family tonight but please try to avoid stepping on my toes, these shoes have just been polished.”

Y/N resisted the childish urge to stamp on Anthony’s foot, just to prove a point.

The dance was a slightly energetic one - a far cry from a waltz, thankfully - and Y/N found that she was actually enjoying herself. Anthony spun her around the room and lifted her up into the air, watching her giggle with excitement with a triumphant smile.

The song slowly came to an end and they bowed to each other. Y/N giggled again and hugged Anthony.

“I enjoyed that, thank you,” Y/N said, almost beaming. “Oh, fuck.”

Anthony, forgetting that Y/N had spent too much time around them and probably knew more swear words than he did, gaped at her. “What?”

Y/N nodded behind him with fear in her eyes. “I’ve been snared.”

“Y/N! There you are!” Eloise called, barging through the crowd and dragging Colin behind her. Colin followed his sister with an amused smile. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“And I’ve been dancing with Anthony,” Y/N replied, trying to avoid looking at Colin.

Eloise’s eyes narrowed at her for a second. “Colin has a question to ask you,” she said, pushing her brother forward.

Colin stepped forward and Y/N was forced to look at him. She titled her head up - no matter what height she seemed to be, he always seemed to be taller - and met his gaze. She struggled to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he made eye contact with her and smiled.

“I was wondering if you would like to waltz with me?” Colin asked, gesturing to the band who were preparing for the next dance.

“Waltz?” Y/N asked, staring at him.

“You don’t need anyone’s permission, do you?” Colin asked, frowning. “I just assumed with you being an only child -”

“She has my permission to waltz, brother,” Anthony said, stepping forward and standing next to Y/N. “I am her chaperone after all.”

Y/N gave Anthony a glare of betrayal. “Yes, of course,” she said, turning back to Colin. “I’d be happy to dance with you.”

“Excellent,” Colin said, taking Y/N’s hand.

As he led her to the dance floor, Y/N glared at Anthony and Eloise, who she now realised had teamed up together. They both looked far too pleased with themselves and when they began to follow them onto the dance floor she realised she had no way out.

“Are you alright?” Colin asked, eyeing her with concern as Y/N sighed heavily. “I’ve hardly seen you all evening.”

“I’ve been outside,” Y/N lied, nodding to convince herself. “Away from... people.”

Colin chuckled, nodding with an air of understanding. “Yes, I understand.”

Colin moved his hand on to her waist and Y/N tried not to make the sharp intake of breath she took obvious. His hand rested on her waist and the small of her back, just below where the back of her dress ended and exposed her skin. His other hand grabbed hers and, despite the white, silk gloves she was wearing, she could feel the heat of his hands.

“Y/N?” Colin asked softly.

Y/N’s eyes snapped to his and she was engulfed by the pure delight, love and enjoyment in them. The crinkled slightly as he smiled at her.

“Yeah?”

“We have an audience,” Colin said, nodding to his left.

Y/N followed his gaze and tried not to groan aloud when she noticed the entire Bridgerton family - minus Eloise and Anthony who’d annoyingly joined them on the dance floor - watching them.

“Oh, for -” Y/N cut herself off and sighed. “No, it’s fine,” she said, looking back at Colin.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

The orchestra finished tuning and the first notes of the waltz began.

“Yes,” Y/N said, smiling a pure smile of joy for the first time that night. “It’s perfect.”

They began dancing around the room to the gentle melody of the waltz.

“Have you been avoiding me?” Colin asked suddenly.

Y/N blinked in surprise as he spun her. “You noticed?”

She mentally cursed herself because that was not what she meant to say.

“Of course I noticed, Y/N,” Colin said, frowning. “I go to talk to you and you’re not there. You’ve disappeared off with Hyacinth or Benedict.”

Y/N sighed, realising she wasn’t going to get away with lying. “Ok, fine. I have been avoiding you, Colin.”

Y/N cursed in her head as Colin spun her away to Anthony (she was beginning to suspect the two Bridgerton siblings had purposefully joined them in the dance to make it even harder to talk to him).

“Bad time,” she growled to Anthony.

“Eloise forced me too,” Anthony replied, unfazed by the anger that was directed at him.

“Can I ask you a question?” Y/N asked, looking up at him.

“Of course, Y/N/N.” “Am I... suitable for Colin?” She asked, finally voicing her main concern and the reason she’d been avoiding him. “I know I'm not a perfect lady - and I have hardly any dowry and that my family is all but non-existent -”

“Y/N,” Anthony said softly, cutting her off. “You are more than enough for my brother. I don’t care about anything except the fact that you love him.”

Y/N opened her mouth to protest but Anthony cut her off before she could.

“I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, Y/N,” he said gently, twirling her. “You are practically a Bridgerton already, why not make it official?”

Y/N’s eyes widened but before she could question him, she was spun back to Colin.

“So, we were talking about you avoiding me,” Colin said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Y/N let out a stuttered breath as Colin moved his hand up slightly, his fingers brushing over her bare back.

“Colin... I...”

“I know,” Colin said gently, looking her in the eye.

Y/N faltered. “You know... what?”

“Why you’ve been avoiding me,” Colin elaborated.

“Oh?” “Eloise told me.”

“Oh.”

Colin laughed. “You’re change of tone is so telling - you are rubbish at hiding your emotions.”

“Yeah, well I’m obviously not that bad,” Y/N muttered. “What did Eloise say, exactly?”

“That you like me and she’s been trying to set us up for the past few weeks,” Colin replied, twirling her around a few times. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Y/N shrugged slightly. “You’re a Bridgerton, Colin. You could have any woman in this room - the majority of whom are far more suitable than me, an orphan with hardly any dowry and a grandmother who doesn’t care -”

“But I want you, Y/N,” Colin said, moving his hand from her back to tilt her chin up.

Y/N allowed him to lift her head up and gazed into his eyes. “You... want me?”

“I did just say that, didn’t I?” Colin quipped, his eyes twinkling.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Haha, very funny.” She paused. “But... you do want... me?”

“Of course I do!” Colin said, surprised that she was even doubting his affections. “Y/N, I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked into me and nearly fell down the stairs.”

Y/N let out a snort that she quickly disguised with a cough. “Thank you for saving me, by the way,” she replied, smiling. “That would have been interesting.”

“Especially since you almost took Benedict out with you,” Colin added.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. “Oh, god, don’t remind me!”

Colin moved his hands to her waist and lifted her into the air as the music reached its climax. He slowly lowered her back down, his hands staying on her waist, and Y/N felt the sudden urge to take him there and then.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” Colin said softly, his voice almost a whisper in her ear. “I love everything about you. I love your clumsiness, your eye for art, the way you sing... I love you.”

Y/N looked up at him. “I love you too, Colin.”

Colin smiled and stepped closer to her, his hands tightening on her waist.

Someone bumped into Y/N and she fell forward into Colin - the man catching her and holding her up against him.

“Stupid heels,” Eloise cursed, wobbling and grabbing Anthony’s arm to steady herself. “Oh, hi! How was your dance?”

Y/N bit her lip and looked at Colin, struggling not to laugh. “Someday, Eloise,” she said, turning to look at her friend, “I’m going to be hanged for murdering you.”

Eloise took Y/N’s arm. “If you get caught I’ll be disappointed.”

“Who said I’d be caught?” Y/N questioned. “I just assumed your brothers would hang me themselves.”

The two women laughed as they walked off to the drinks table, chatting vividly about a subject women probably shouldn’t be talking about.

“I love her, brother,” Colin said, turning to look at Anthony.

Anthony chuckled and smiled, patting him on the back. “Yes, I noticed, Colin,”

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nanagoswife · 3 years ago

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Alone Together

Summary: Obi-Wan comes back from a mission only for you to find out something terrible happened.

W/C: 1.9k

Warnings: Major character death, lightsaber combat, angst

- - -

“Obi?” you said in surprise. Although you were happy he was here, you had thought that he was supposed to be off world. Something where he had to go back to Naboo, if you remembered correctly.

When your eyes meet his, you don’t think you’ve seen the man in front of you look so tired. Sure, you knew of his sleepless nights. The nights where he doubted his capabilities and he felt he was failing his master. Those nights never left him looking as mentally and physically drained as he did now.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, Obi-Wan was taking quick steps towards you, enveloping you in his arms as his head dipped down to the crook of your neck. He squeezes you tight. It was almost as if he thought that was the only thing keeping him in reality and not falling apart; like his life depended on it.

Despite his wordless actions, you knew something was wrong. Although you didn’t know what, you just knew that there was.

Sure, Obi-Wan coming to you after missions was a regular occurrence. It helped that your rooms were only a few away. Still, he was usually energetic, happy to tell you everything that happened while he was away. He always told you whenever there was some sort of beautiful landscape. Usually he would try and get a holo of it. On a rare occasion, and he only does this for the most special, he sneaks off and manages to get an artist to draw it or paint it.

“So it can remind me where I need to take you if we ever get the chance,” he had told you once. You may have never been upset about the gifts, but you had once asked why he did this, especially when the first drawing came.

At that moment, you were flattered. Obi-Wan, unlike you, did a lot more travelling with his master. You, on the other hand, didn’t leave the temple as often. Sometimes you would be lucky to even leave the temple once in a standard month. It’s hard when your master is a healer when your saber colour directs you in the exact opposite direction.

Still, that gave you and Obi-Wan lots of time together both in and out of the temple. Since the two of you were close, the council would often assign you with Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan so that you could get proper field experience. That, or you would simply join them for training at the temple.

You were close with your master but she said that she’d rather have you gain experience than have none at all in your field. When it came to saber techniques, that’s where the two of you spent a lot of time together. That and your shared love of the Jedi Order during the Old Republic. The stories of when there were nearly as many Sith as Jedi always contained fascinating stories.

Either way, that’s not what brought you here at the moment. What brought you here was a completely different situation entirely. In fact, it was during a mission that first started Obi-Wan’s collection of landscapes he gave to you.

It was during one of the missions where you joined your friend and his master. At this time, you had realized that you liked Obi-Wan more than what was allowed. Even so, you stayed quiet.

So, when the two of you had some downtime, Qui-Gon let the two of you go explore. The two of you ended up sitting in a field where there was a small clearing in the tall grass. The field was lined with amazingly green trees except for a small area that led back towards the city the three of you were staying in.

You and Obi-Wan talked for hours. The two of you talked so long that you hardly noticed that the sun was going down. You only noticed when the oranges and pinks added an amazing hue to his features. His eyes seemed as if they were amplified as the cerulean blues sparkled.

What you didn’t know was that he was looking at you in the same way. You didn’t know that he had grown to like you far more than just a friend as well.

After the two of you confessed these feelings, he had noted when you mentioned the beautiful scenery and how you wished you could see more. Although this wasn’t the first time the two of you kissed, it was a special moment. Though, at the time, the two of you still wanted to follow the code with being a few years away from your trials. No, this kiss came much later than that.

Ever since, he had always been extremely eager to talk to you. Obi-Wan always wanted to tell you how amazing a planet was, how sketchy it was, or whatever way he could describe it. It was more often than not accompanied by a holo that he would send to you. He never sent them to you until he got back.

So, now as he had hid himself in the safe places of your arms, you were slightly taken aback.

“Would you like to talk about it?” you softly whispered into his ear. For a moment, he made no movement. Just the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he relaxed into you. You could feel his force signature brush up against yours, gently asking permission to mix his with yours to revel in the bond you had.

After a small chuckle, you let him in. There was no hesitation as his force blended with yours. You could feel as he relaxed even further when the two of you were truly together once again.

Even though he was still hiding his true emotions from you, he couldn’t entirely keep them from you. Not when he’s so desperately using your presence in the force to find comfort.

What he couldn’t hide was the overwhelming sense of sorrow. What happened in the last few days? Last time you saw him the two of you were saying goodbye once again before he left once again with the queen of Naboo. The little boy, Anakin, had tagged along with Master Jinn and Obi-Wan. You had heard that there was some sort of news spreading throughout the temple, but you had been helping your master and learning what you could about force healing.

It was long moments before you felt the skin on your neck dampen, noticing the small convulsions in his shoulders. Your heart broke when you realized he was trying to hide the fact he was crying.

When you went to stroke his hair in comfort, you finally noticed the lack of padawan braid. Confusion filled you. To your knowledge, he wasn’t planning for his trials yet.

Obi-Wan, without moving his head from your neck, managed to pull you even closer.

“It’s alright,” you whispered softly. “I’m here.”

As this went on, you started to puzzle things together. Obi-Wan was distraught, there was news going around the temple, Obi-Wan had mentioned something about the Sith returning, he went back to Naboo… Oh no.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry,” you whispered as the weight of the situation crashed down on you. Yet, there was still a chance that his master was still alive. At the same time, though, there’s no one else you could think of that would cause a reaction like this for Obi-Wan. It couldn’t be because of Anakin. He hadn’t known the little boy for long.

It wasn’t only Obi-Wan who now despaired in this moment. No tears were shed from you, however. Right now it was about the man you loved and he didn’t need to be worrying about you.

You felt Obi-Wan lift the slightest bit from his hiding place. Although he still relatively stayed there, you were glad to see he was doing this on his own. There was no need to rush him. Patience was what he needed from you. Patience and comfort.

“Y/N,” he muttered, his voice still uneven. Slowly, he brought his head up, his red, puffy eyes meeting yours.

Softly, you pressed your lips to his before resting your head against his. You felt him relax further into you. Using the sleeve of your cloak, you gently wiped his face dry.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t know. I should’ve been with you,” you whispered. You didn’t need to clarify what you meant. Obi-Wan knew that you meant the funeral.

“It’s my fault. I didn’t tell you,” he whispered, his eyes closing when you grazed your fingers along his cheek.

You slowly shook your head against his. “It’s not your fault.”

What you said was meant for more. You may not know what happened, but you knew what he would be thinking.

“Can I… Can I show you?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes opened. The cerulean pools swirled with sorrow as they searched yours. Instead of giving him a verbal or physical answer, you gently nudged his force with your own.

In an instant, the images flooded into your mind. A zabrak, menacing yellow eyes, master and padawan fighting a Sith side by side. Then, Obi-Wan getting knocked down, hanging as he watches his master fight the Sith.

Then, he’s running, getting cut off as he watches his master meditate. The barriers opened, Obi-Wan getting cut off, watching as his master fought then… a lightsaber piercing him. The chilling cry from Obi-Wan as he watched Qui-Gon be struck down.

Then, flashes of light, hanging as the Sith kicked his lightsaber over the edge, Obi-Wan cutting the zabrak in half. Lastly, the padawan promising his master to train the little boy from Tatooine as the last of Qui-Gon’s life force fades away.

When the vision fades from the scene of the funeral, your eyes open. You weren’t even aware they were closed. All you knew was that you were fighting to breathe. The stabs of pain in your chest were overwhelming. He was dealing with this all alone? you thought to yourself.

“I was,” Obi-Wan said, pressing a kiss to your lips, “but not anymore.”

“What of Anakin. Did the council agree?”

He nodded. “Reluctantly. Even if they didn’t, I would’ve still trained him. He deserves more than a broken dream.”

Your heart warmed with his words. Although he may not have seemed like it, he had a gift when it came to children. You had no doubt that the little boy couldn’t be in better hands.

“You won’t be alone,” you told him when you sensed doubt growing in him. “You’ll have me, Obi.

He may not have answered, but he pushed his feelings of gratitude through the bond. You let one of your hands drift down to the small area of exposed skin of his chest. Letting your fingers drift just under his robes, you gently massaged the area.

“We’ll get through this. Together.”

Obi-Wan nodded, letting his forehead rest against yours again. Now he had the reassurance he needed. The two of you would train Anakin. Obi-Wan wouldn’t be alone. He would never be alone.

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sunfish-studies · 3 years ago

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✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous: ‹ VS Umbrella › | Next: ‹ Celebration ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Last day of summer training camp is here!

For the first time, you’re kind of reluctant rising from the warm and comfortable futon you slept on. However, once you’re mind began to work and realizing yourself that you’re still in the training camp, you jolted awake almost instantly–removing the blanket and began tidying up.

Gathering your facewash and toothbrush to freshen up, you found yourself yawning in between–it’s not just you fortunately, because Yachi did the same.

“I’m sure you’re pretty tired, Hitoka-chan, [Name]-chan,” Shimizu giggled at both of you. “Are you two okay?”

“Yes! We’re sorry!” Yachi was quick to apologize for the both of you.

“Today’s the last day, so let’s do our best.”

“Right!” this time, you’re the one who answered her.

Yachi said she was going on ahead, and that left you still tidying up–you’re thinking of just packed everything because in the evening, you’re already be on your way back to Miyagi. That and Takeda-sensei informed the managers about something so you would have no time to pack freely. After you finished everything, you finally could freshen up and start the day.

Descending downstairs towards the women’s bathroom, you bumped into Kageyama who went to fetch on something he left behind.

“Oh, Kageyama-kun, morning.” You greeted.

“Morning, [Name]-san.” He replied with a nod.

“You seemed energetic, weren’t you practicing with Hitoka-chan the night before?”

“Oh, about that,” you could see the excitement glittering from his eyes, he definitely had good news to present because for the past few days the boy was frustrated. “The tosses finally worked. Coach Ukai gave me some directions and it worked.”

“Really? That’s great!” the excitement was infectious, alright. You knew Kageyama had been working extremely hard to make it successful and after days of failure, he finally nailed it–you were incredibly happy for him. “I can’t wait to see it!”

“If that dumbass could keep up that is,” the raven-haired boy them grumbled underneath his breath.

“Don’t worry, Shoyo-kun changed,” you assured him. “Him, you, and the whole team too. Even Tsukishima-kun. That’s why I can’t wait to see this new Karasuno and the new quick.”

“We will make that quick happen,” Kageyama stated without hesitation. “Because we want to go to the nationals.”

You smiled at him. “I have no doubt.”

“Uhm, not to be offensive, but,” you found your shoulders shook violently from you tried your best to withstand the urge to burst out laughing and rolling on the floor–it practically costed you your whole will to hold it. “Why are you drooling, Kageyama-kun?”

Yachi watched from the sidelines–you approached Kageyama to gave him his water bottle and from whatever you’re talking about with him, he seemed to be extremely embarrassed. Then the raved-haired boy proceeded to lean closer and whispered something beside your ear–which made Yachi squeaked.

“[Name]-chan and Kageyama-kun is quite close these days, right?” Shimizu suddenly said.

“Yes,” Yachi answered almost immediately. “[Name]-chan said Kageyama-kun asked for her advices and Kageyama-kun usually walked her home after club when it’s too dark.”

“Do you think something else happened between them?” Yachi couldn’t help but feeling fire engulfed her face instantly from Shimizu’s (not-serious) speculation.

“WHA-NO-HEEE!?”

“I’m just kidding, Hitoka-chan!” still, Shimizu pretty much enjoyed the extremely flustered girl’s reaction. “Oh, [Name]-chan, what did you talk about with Kageyama-kun?”

After distributing half of the water bottles, you jogged back to where Yachi and Shimizu stood. You tilted your head before snickering underneath your breath and answered. “He asked something about barbeque this afternoon.”

“How did he know!?” Yachi yelped because mainly the info was shared only between the coaches, who arranged the whole thing, and the managers, who’s in charge to prepare all the ingredients.

“Sawamura probably accidently eavesdropping the coach,” Shimizu pointed out, smiling. “By the way, Hitoka-chan shouldn’t you give the other half away?”

“I-I’M SORRY!!”

Final match for Karasuno was against Fukurodani–even from all the losses, the boys were still in high-spirits thanks to Sawamura’s short speech. You knew they wouldn’t be disappointed even though they loss so many matches because now they earned several new weapons for the preliminaries.

Through the match, you understood how Fukurodani is called a powerhouse–the players are skilled and knew the opportunities to score even when their receives a bit off. That and Akaashi truly lived up to his name as a setter in the line-up. Also, Bokuto’s insane angle of spikes were sights to see every time.

“That’s an insane cut shot,” Sugawara commented which made Yachi looked at him questioningly, thankfully Shimizu was ready with an explanation.

“Hitting at a sharp angle against three blockers is really tricky. It can be hard on your shoulders if they’re not flexible, too.”

“[Name]-chan, [Name]-chan! Did you see that!? Did you see my awesome cut shot!?” Bokuto called out way from the other side of the court, looking at you expectantly after he pulled-off the move. You glanced towards Sawamura in search of his approval to reply to the excited owl-captain, to which he nodded.

“I saw it!” You replied with a smile. “It’s amazing, Bokuto-san! Do you think you could hit like that again?”

“ANYTHING FOR [NAME]-CHAN!!”

You almost laughed at Akaashi’s look of disapproval, both at you and the owl captain and clearly sent the ‘don’t encourage him’ message to you indirectly. Surely, today’s match was filled with many surprises–Hinata’s feint attack, Kageyama’s unexpected dump, and even the one you’ve been waiting for; Hinata and Kageyama’s new quick. Both you and Yachi instantly screamed in pure glee–hugging each other in excitement.

“You did it! You did it!” Yachi even cheered and jumping. “Nice kill, Hinata! Kageyama-kun!”

“Nice toss, Kageyama-kun! Nice kill, Shoyo-kun! You two are amazing!” You added, grinning widely–the two have been practicing hard for three weeks, and those three weeks of cold-shoulder towards each other too. It was putting quite a strain but now, the two were finally back in action.

The two thrusted their fists to you and Yachi in reply–you two were probably the happiest ever currently.

And the excitement only lasts for a few minutes because they nailed it one time, but not so for another. Probably just luck, still it’s happiness though–they needed to practice more, however it wouldn’t be a problem for the two.

This also could be count as Karasuno’s lucky day–Nishinoya and Azumane’s back attack pulled off perfectly although it’s still out. The libero, of course, was very much frustrated. The synchro-attack worked and you swore Tanaka was crying out of happiness and relief because he could score comfortably.

“Tanaka-san, nice kill!” you cheered, which made him perked up and then laughing in victory.

“Thanks, [Name]-chan!”

From all the matches you’ve watched, Karasuno clearly made a difference in this one–they’re in their top shape. When the score reached 18 for either team, a technical timeout was commenced. Both you and Yachi immediately worked on distributing water bottles and towels.

“Good work, Tanaka-san, Nishinoya-san!” you said, handing them their water bottles.

“Ryu!” Nishinoya suddenly gripped his chest tightly. “Our manager just praises us!”

“I’m feeling blessed, Noya-san!” Tanaka replied, mimicking the libero–and here you thought the heat maybe started getting into them. You panicked for absolutely no reason and then decided to excuse yourself.

“Good work today, Tsukishima-kun,” Tsukishima nodded and muttered a thank you in reply, taking the water bottle from your hand.

“…Is there a way to make your finger stays in place while doing one-touch?” now you’re surprised because he made an attempt to ask first, however you didn’t let it show because you knew how it would piss him off.

“You could tape it to made it stiff enough to receive one-touch,” you suggested in the end. The taller boy hummed in reply before giving you the water bottle back so he could return to the match.

The next match wasn’t going well–for the other team that is. You noticed how Bokuto seemed to be agitated and rash with his moves–he almost hit his teammate with his serve, demanding tosses from Akaashi, and finally, third time’s the charm, when he failed scoring from hitting the net instead. Another score for Karasuno, who managed to turn the match to their favor for the leading score of 20.

“W-was that a block?” Yachi questioned.

“No…” Shimizu replied, rather taken aback by the event. “It didn’t seem to make it over the net, so it was spike miss,”

“Bokuto-san, I mean #4’s movement is also unnatural,” you commented, making the two managers turned to look at you. “He’s been rushing things and has been on the edge ever since the time-out.”

“Now that you’re talking about it…” Shimizu nodded in agreement.

“Akaashi, don’t toss to me anymore!” Bokuto exclaimed, which sounded extremely out of place in the middle of a volley match. Sure, it not only confuses you but your whole team even Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei.

“Do you know about this, [Name]-chan?” Yachi asked and you shook your head immediately.

“No, this is the first time I’ve seen Bokuto-san acts like that,” you answered. “And it looks like the team’s already used to this.”

True to your words, the team played like usual as if nothing happened–Bokuto only stared and follow the ball dazedly while the other working to attack and defend. What’s more amazing, with the lack of Bokuto’s participating they’re just as strong–something you would expect from a powerhouse school.

It caught your team off guard for a bit, however on the other hand, Tsukishima also wasn’t fazed a bit–could be seen from how he managed to shut out an incoming spike from #7. If Karasuno scored another, it would be deuce and a chance to turn the tables.

“Nice block, Tsukishima-kun!” you exclaimed, earning a glance and nod from the said boy.

When Asahi went for a usual serve rather than jump-serve, you understood he didn’t want to mess up their chance at winning. Fukurodani’s libero received in cleanly and Akaashi immediately went for a high-toss. Noticing how Tsukishima rushed towards the left, you knew your team lowered their guard.

“The left! Don’t let it open!” you yelled almost instinctively. Yachi’s soul jumped out of her body from your sudden loud voice, even Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei was taken aback for a few seconds. Bokuto blew the blocker away because they’re only 1.5 block, it’s not even enough to had a one-touch. He killed it with a straight shot down the court and Fukurodani won with two points leading.

Disappointment flared in your team–from the ones on the court, the ones watching from the sidelines, even Takeda-sensei. Coach Ukai could only sigh, Shimizu resumed with her notes, and Yachi felt her shoulders slumped. You smiled bitterly at the turn out events.

“Whoo! Ace!”

“You’re so cool!”

“Nothing beats the ace in the end!”

Fukurodani’s team members started throwing compliments and it made you blinked in confusion–moreover, Kaori and Yukie even jumped in to join.

“Birds of prey!”

“Your hair’s like a great-horned owl!”

Was that supposed to be a compliment…?

“Otohaku-san…!” the call was in a form of a hissed whisper and unexpectedly came from Akaashi himself. The message he sent to you was clear, ‘please, help us this time’–you replied indirectly with pointing to yourself with a look of disbelief present on your face.

‘Me!? What should I say!?’

‘Anything. Just praise him.’

Probably taking a bit pity for the setter, Sawamura nodded to your direction and gave you a smile of reassurance. You wanted to cry from how compassionate he’s being–bless his beautiful soul. That and the look of doneness and a little pleading from Fukurodani’s team was extremely hard to reject.

“Y-You’re amazing! Nothing less from top ace of Japan!” You wanted to slap yourself from the poor excuse of praise. Thankfully it seemed to work magic because Bokuto was instantly revived back to his cheerful and boisterous persona.

“I’m the best afterall!!” he cheered, laughing in victory. “Hey, hey, hey!”

Meanwhile, Akaashi took his sweet time to get off the court to fetch his drink and towel. Although, he did give you slight a bow of gratefulness. In the end, it’s losses all the way for Karasuno, however they acquired several weapons to fight on the national court–it’s not overall a loss because they also gained something new in exchange.

“[Name]-chan! I’m the best, right!?”

“You sure are, Bokuto-san.”

“Stop bothering Otohaku-san, Bokuto-san.”

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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marmalade taffy

Helmut Zemo smut & feels. Soft!Dom Zemo, non-superhero!AU, Zemo being the weird uncle of college!Maximoff twins. This was written on a whim so if someone signs up to beta-read, I will shower you with affection and reminders to drink water. The Reader is addressed as "you" and is not described - race/age/body type neutral. The language I used for Sokovian is actually Serbian. Word count 2,8k.

Fun fact: I have mild synesthesia. Emotions/feelings and some people have an assigned color (and sometimes smell) for me. That's how the name of the fic was born. This fic feels like the colors of marmalade and taffy, look them up. This fic is dedicated to my lovely @slothspaghettiwrites , the shining beacon in my misty, rocky beach. (You're a periwinkle for me, by the way. I thought you might ask.)

When you first see him all you do is raise an eyebrow. His sleek, well-maintained vintage car stands out almost grotesquely amongst the various sedans and mom vans on the campus and you can see the glint of his wristwatch even from afar. Wanda's and Pietro's sheepish smirk only makes the situation worse - the girl's attire obviously screams "liberal arts" and her twin brother doesn't seem to have anything better to wear than tracksuits.

The man behind the wheel is unfazed. He is calm and collected in that European way, not conceited, just waiting. For what? You don't know. His eyes trail over you but he doesn't smile, simply gives a tiny polite nod. If you hadn't had extensive conversations about cultural differences with Wanda, you'd say he was extremely rude.

Shy, quiet Wanda, who's eyes lit up seeing her favorite not-actually-uncle. In a surprising dash of energetic agility, she hopped right into the car, her numerous scarves a bright flash of saturation against the campus grayscale. You giggle and wave at the departing car, snorting when Wanda's hand reaches over to briefly honk the horn, causing the driver to swerve the tiniest bit, his eyes trained on you in the rearview mirror.

He comes and goes often. Almost always in a different perfectly restored vintage car, mostly with the same polite mask of bored contentment. You know he's royalty in his home country and can't help but wonder how frivolously the twins act around him - no, free. He gives all the appearance of a silent, strict man.

You're proven wrong rather quickly. Freshman year left behind you, you and Wanda decide to ditch the dorms for an apartment - she finds one rather quickly and it's just you two in it even though it is ridiculously huge and the rent amount she requests is equally ridiculously small. Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you pretend nothing is out of the ordinary and buy yourself a new pair of shoes.

Helmut - Wanda finally formally had introduced you two - doesn't come by often, however the visits are always... Eventful. He's not at all what it seemed to be; in the quiet of your apartment, a witty, incredibly clever man resurfaces from under the stoic façade. The Slav in him easily lets him consume alarming quantities of alcohol together with Pietro, who opted to stay in the dorms with his idiotic football team, and - you couldn't believe your eyes at the time - dorkily dad-dance squat in the middle of your living room, unfazed by your and Wanda's cackling.

The way Helmut is absolutely unbothered by the audience and the laughter, pale face flushed from the wine and a little smirk stretching his thin lips into expression almost catlike. The maroon turtleneck stretches nicely across his chest, as thinly as your lip that you worry between your teeth.

Pietro raises an eyebrow. You shrug.

"Got something in your eye, no?" He teases playfully and you shrug again, taking another swig of your nice, European beer.

There are more gatherings, more parties and quite a few rides in his car, when the wind blows your hair in all directions possible and intermingles it with Wanda's as you giggle and squeal in the back seat. Helmut always indulges you two; the word 'no' simply does not exist in that man's vocabulary. He insists politely but firmly on a dinner with all three of them on your birthday and the gifts he brings make your eyes pop out and your face heat.

"A woman like you makes any sensible man want to shower you with the finest gifts," Helmut's voice is quiet and his accent is thick and somehow, it makes it all that harder to refuse. He smiles like usual - tiny and a little secretive, as he pecks your cheek, filling the air around you with the smell of his cologne. It makes your mouth water and your fingers clench helplessly around the half a dozen of silk paper-wrapped boxes.

The summer rolls in and it's hot and humid and finally you don't have to worry about waking up at the crack of dawn or classes or the annoying boys who can barely take a no for an answer. The invitation to Helmut's villa doesn't come as a surprise; Wanda had been riled up over it since early May and Pietro and his whole damn football team were equally as thrilled.

You pack flowy dresses, daisy dukes and swimsuits. The expensive jewelry and handbag Helmut had gifted you, too, since the villa is surrounded by a whole neighborhood meant solely for the rich and famous. Wanda is absolutely unbothered by her own bohemian chic and you quietly envy her; the longer you get to know her, the more you realise of how much actually she does not give a fuck about anything besides her paintings and sculptures.

It's admirable, really, because she is talented. And Helmut knows it, too, having had collected and kept every single work Wanda had made, showing it off in the various rooms of his two-story mansion. The abstract fits in well and is a great conversation topic for him and his equally important friends. There's an endless stream of them in the first days and Wanda isn't overtly happy, choosing to run away to laze around the pool with you more often than not.

Helmut's friends stop at the glass wall between the inner side of the house and the pool to stare at you two, too, causing something dark and tense flash across his features. There always had been a sort of tangy obscurity in him, you've noticed, but not nearly enough for you to grow concerned. It added the bittersweetness, the flavour and consistency to the modest man.

Although calling him modest might have been a mistake. The moment you can't shake off one of his friends after a polite chit-chat seems to never end, Wanda nowhere in sight, dread and unease digging their sharp, spindly fingers in the soft flesh behind your rib cage, Helmut is suddenly there, arm wrapped almost possessively around your waist.

"Draga mea, Wanda is looking for you. She says it's urgent," He stares the man down with the eyes of a vulture. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced," Helmut seems to not realize he's still clutching you in a grasp of steel as the man opposite you rumbles out his name, few syllables you'd forgotten seconds after he spoke them for the first time.

"Baron Helmut Zemo," the fingers brush and squeeze once, gently, over the valley of your waist before letting go. You miss the rest of their peacocking, walking away with a fight and fire inside of your hammering heart. Anxiety and longing and confusion mix and blend, combining into a cocktail that has you beelining for the bar like a woman parched.

The next day you're sleeping off the hangover, first in your bed and then by the pool - Wanda had run off into town for one thing or another, and knowing her, she'd be back home at the crack of dawn. It was blissful peace, the soothing balm for your troubled heart and your aching head.

"Hungover?" Helmut's voice was quiet and a little bit teasing. None of the Eastern Europeans had ever showed the signs of having any ill effects from the alcohol they drunk, unlike you.

You stretched, too blissed out to care about the skimpy strings and straps of your bikini, basking in the gentle morning sun. "Mmm, not anymore," a swim in the cold pool had done wonders.

Your soft pink float rocked as Helmut's footsteps quieted, giving way to a short splash and the sound of his breathing somewhere in your space. Just as you cracked open your eyes, he reached out a hand to steady himself next to you. "I wanted to apologize for the situation yesterday. That man was stepping out of line. He is not welcome in my home anymore."

You stare at him and then you snort. The blunt was he usually speaks is so easy, it flows oh so effortlessly. No mind games, just honesty. You want to pay him back in kind. "Don't worry, Helmut. I just had a bit too much to drink," that was the truth. Any other time and you wouldn't have hesitated to unapologetically steer clear of any creep. Heat and bubbly don't mix and that was your own mistake.

"No, printsesa," the man in front of you let loose some of the delicious darkness, eyes growing stormy, hand gently resting over yours. "Some men are fools, they are nothing but animals. You deserve to feel safe, especially in my home." His lips stretched into a smile, water dripping down his jaw and making tiny circles form in the azure of the pool.

"I can't argue with that," you replied, catching the stray liquid and following the trails it made with your eyes. His forehead, dripping down over his eyes, making Helmut blink the stray drops away until they landed on his lips, trickling down his chin.

You swallowed, opting to dip your toes into the cool pool water before you could make a fool of yourself. The water splashed towards him, making a mischievous grin grace his usually serious face, as me made a half-hearted attempt to splash back weakly, making the water sizzle on your sun-kissed skin. Never the one to back down from a challenge, you knitted your eyebrows in mock offense, eagerly letting the water wash over you as you abandoned the float in favour of creating waves with your whole body.

The temperature contrast was delicious and Helmut's laugh even more so as it echoed in between the high walls of the building surrounding the pool. The sun was nearly at its peak, shining over your head in a beacon of heat that almost matched the one inside of you, the one that had blossomed there months ago and finally grew into a steady smolder, shooting sparks whenever you were around the baron.

It was hot and wet, the same feeling chasing you two when you finally kissed. His hand firmly planted on the side of your neck, his nose softly brushing against the underside of your jaw, Helmut was in no rush to taste you, to savour every millimeter of your sun-kissed skin. The man left you with your fingertips trembling and heart scrambling for purchase somewhere in the deepest pits of your belly.

"What are you so hungry for, mmm?" Helmut's voice rumbled next to the shell of your ear; you could barely focus, skin singing underwater, where he held onto you like a lifeline. "You have hungry eyes, ljubavi, tell me what it is and I'll give it to you," your bodies pressed flush against each other, his eyelashes flittering against your cheek.

"You," the maximum capacity for your brain was one-syllable words and you used it sparingly, failing to suppress a gasp when Helmut's mouth latched around a particularly sensitive spot right under your jawline.

Teeth scraped over it before he soothed the sting with his tongue. "All the things in the world, I could give them to you. And yet..." He sounded almost disappointed. Perplexed, just as you were at the strange admission. "A woman like you would have men fighting for your attention yet you give it to me so freely," he murmured softly, capturing your lips in a slow, fluid kiss once more. "I will make sure you have everything you could ever want."

Helmut's touch grew bolder as he steered the two of you towards the shallow end of the pool. The taste of him was intoxicating, like the sweetest, most alluring poison you'd ever tasted: you knew that once you had one small bit, you'd be addicted, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His words were clever and his mouth even more, making the short stumble upstairs last hours.

A wall, baroque tapestry, marked with the wetness of the pool water, where you allowed yourself to be pressed against as he leaned into you with the entirety of his broad frame, domineering the kiss effortlessly.

You panted as your back hit the soft, million-thread count, unmade sheets of the baron's bed, staring up into his eyes and finding your own reflection in his pupils, blown wide with lust. The tiny smirk was back but now his unexpressive face was marred by a gleem, accentuating his moist, puffy lips you'd licked into and bitten in a heated frenzy.

"Beautiful, printsesa," he stated with quiet firmness, leaning over into you to unclasp and toss away the upper part of the bikini. The bottoms followed suit, flung carelessly somewhere. His hands ran over your as it sang, every tiniest nerve hypersensitive, coming alive with a fervor borne of months of longing, complimented by the summer heat and cool waters.

"Helmut," your voice wavered, flowed on the syllables as his clever, clever mouth trailed hot down your chest, briefly submerging each nipple into the sear of it. Goosebumps rose over your exposed body, highlighting a trail for him, a trail he followed eagerly. Kisses were candy sweet and marshmallow soft.

Hot breath at the apex of your thighs had you mewling and arching into it, having abandoned all shame, and Helmut found it amusing. The petite chuckle made an appearance, his fingertips ghosting over the part of your lower lips; he was as amused by your impatience as he was enthralled by the youthfulness of the gesture. "Shh, ljubavi, I will make it feel better," his accent as thick as clover honey and just as saccharine.

The first movements were tentative, brief and so light, the demanding moan slipped out of your mouth along with a growl of frustration. You felt continuous chuckling, slight stubble rasping along the sides your thighs; you felt him pick up pace and steady his hot hands on your hips as you attempted to trash against the overwhelming stimulation your pussy was receiving.

His moans, loud and wet, drove you closer to the edge like a drunk drove a Ferrari; Helmut's skill was unparalleled but it lacked precision as he lost himself in the moment just as much as you.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm- I'm so close," you managed to grunt out before the crescendo hit, eyes rolling back into your skull as the influx of more, more, more hit every nerve ending in your body. You could do little more than rest your legs on his shoulders as the noble man, the quiet storm lapped up every drop of your release.

He made the inside of you weak.

In seconds, Helmut was back on top of you, grinding his arousal into you desperately, almost begging for it and all you could do was let your body respond, mimic your lover, clench around nothing just as you felt him twitch.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded hooking one of your legs over his hip, eyes boring into yours with everything in them plain on display. It was a terrifying thing: as if your heart had suddenly grown legs, stood up and walked out into the bare, wide world, open for all to see. "Ti moa, skaži eto," his native tongue made his voice even more hoarse, you couldn't resist anymore.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," you chanted the words like a prayer, hoping he'd be merciful - and he is. No, there's only a hidden tenderness in his hands as he drives into your with increasing force that shakes you and makes your core quiver, igniting your flesh once again like the color red; it's messy and it's sloppy and you're barely aware of Helmut muttering something into the crook of your neck as you feel yourself clench down on him with a choked moan.

"Fuck," hearing him, the polite composed man, bite the end of his own orgasm into a curse made a wave of magenta hot rush travel through your body at lightning speed, his cock pulsating and coating you, claiming you from inside out so sweetly you couldn't resist a shallow gasp into his cheek, a gasp he mirrored as his own oversensitive flesh was once more assaulted by your combined lust.

The tide of his breathing was high; both of you spent yet still drunk on the newfound sense of togetherness. It was clear as a summer's day that in your arms laid a man who'd once lost something important and you - you were a someone who's never had anything of significance and perhaps, this time each other's arms would let you both keep whatever it was that you missed.

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