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Road House Official Trailer #1 - Patrick Swayze Movie HD

Do you think some girl ever told him after he dropped his drawers...."I thought you'd be bigger."?

Yeah. I think about these things sometimes.

I have that kind of mind.

~Red

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Club Fun

A/n: this is a draft that I’ve had for a while and I just kept putting it off posting because I wasn’t sure I liked it but I wanted to put it out and see what other people think 💕 thanks for reading I appreciate it 💕

(This also isn’t proofread at all soooo I’m sorry for any mistakes)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, adult themes and Nat being a pain in the ass

"Come on Y/n how bad could a gentleman's club be?" Nat pushed you through the doors even with you groaning and pushing back against her

"Nat I have a literal alien in my body and I don't know what will set them off" you felt a grumble in your head

"I am not a prepubescent teenager Y/n I am sophisticated"

"Only because you can't survive without me out of my body" you grumbled back and Nat really wished she could understand what you were saying to the alien

You looked up and sighed "okay let's go in"

Nat smiled wide and guided you through the small hallway to the second bouncer "hey we're Nat and Y/n, we have a table booked under Tony Stark?"

The man looked you both over the at the list seeing your names and allowing you past "please keep your hands to yourselves and don't try and get any dancer's numbers because they'll just laugh at you" he laughed and you rolled your eyes turning to Nat

"does he think we're kids? Pretty sure I can control myself around some scantily clad women"

Nat scoffed "talk about yourself Y/n, I see a hot woman staring at me I'll give her money my number, my soul anything the sexy lady wants"

You giggled "you'll get us kicked out the moment we sit down at the booth"

Nat ignored you as she eyed up a waitress walking past who gave her a wink in response "yeah yeah whatever I'm gonna go and get some free drinks" she patted you on the back leaving you alone, well with the alien obviously

"We are being stared at"

You glanced around not noticing anything "what are you talking about?"

They turned your body around suddenly nearly falling over before you managed to steady yourself "dude what the fuck, you can't just turn me around like that!" You whisper shouted at them but they ignored you

"There is a redhead lady who is looking at us and biting her lip, I think she is older than us" you were pointed towards said woman and she gave you a wink

"Oh you're right, do you think she wants us to go over?" Before you could say anything else the woman in question walked over to you "hi pretty girl, do you need some help? You look a little lost"

The sweetness in her voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your mouth go dry "oh-er no-no thanks my friend is just getting drinks" you glanced at Nat who was very much not getting your drinks but instead was making out with the waitress she followed after

"It seems you're friend is a little busy right now, I'll take you to your booth" she pulled you towards a booth, her hand gripping your own sweaty mess of a hand.

You were near enough thrown into the booth and the woman followed close near enough sat in your lap "how about I get us some shots? They should loosen your cute tongue"

"...okay" you whispered and the women smiled kissing you on the cheek turning around and singling for a waiter to come over with their tray of shots

"How many miss Scarlet?" The man asked and she told him to put the tray down "thanks Brucie"

He left without another word and she took a glass from the tray pointing it towards you "here you go pretty girl" she tipped the drink towards your mouth and you opened your mouth taking the drink "good?"

You nodded licking the left over liquid from your lips "yeah it's good"

The woman's piercing green eyes were locked onto yours sitting in silence for a few moments before she spoke again "can I interest you in a dance?" She asked sweetly and you shook your head maybe a little too much making her pout

"Awe are you sure? I can relive all of that clear tension coming off of your shoulders, you're too pretty to be stressed"

She stood up bringing you with her and walking off towards Nat who managed to pull her face away from the waitress long enough to talk to you

"Y/n! This place is amazing! This is Maria, she's great" her ragged breath made you laugh "I'm sure she is amazing Nat"

Maria looked behind you to the woman and winked "so Scarlet, is this your new little conquest?"

So her name was Scarlet, or maybe just her stage name, you were certain no one gave their real names out, but this Maria did? She's not a dancer though you guessed?

Scarlet's arms wrapped around your waist getting your attention and she chuckled when you jumped "don't think too hard there pretty girl" she looked to Maria "I offered a dance but she turned me down Mia"

You couldn't see her face but you knew she was pouting about you refusing a dance "Y/n you can't refuse a dance! That's the whole point of the club!"

"I know but-

"No buts Y/n! Go on Scarlet take her to a room and help her relax" Nat demanded ignoring your embarrassed face

"Whatever the costumer wants they get Natalia" Scarlet smirked grabbing your hand leading you through the club away from the safety of people and noise for a quiet private room

"You need to relax honey, I promise you're okay I'll take such good care of you" she purred sitting you down on the couch and you finally looked at her properly seeing the dark red blazer wrapped around her body

"Y/n your body is heating up is everything okay?"

You couldn't answer them instead watching Scarlet unbutton her blazer dropping it to the floor

"Holy shit" you whispered letting your eyes wonder over her lingerie barley covering her body, it was useless being there in all honesty, her breasts were practically spilling out and that's where you met her finger pointing to her face "my eyes are up here princess" she chuckled and your eyes snapped up

"S-sorry!"

She giggled coming towards you and straddling your lap placing a leg on either side "don't say sorry for admiring beauty honey, let's start with your name again"

"Y-y/n" you whispered feeling your hands unintentionally land on her thighs and she gasped "getting bold Y/n? I like it"

"You were moving too slow so I needed to help you Y/n"

You knew they where right, you had a woman, a hot woman you may add on your lap wearing the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and yeah sure it’s part of her job but you could have fun right?

“Get out of your pretty head Y/n” she brought you out of your thoughts and jumped at how you could feel her breath on your face as she whispered in your ear “so Y/n are you going to tell me what you I can do for you?

“This is all new to me so I don’t know what to ask for”

Scarlet looked over you and your slightly trembling body “how about a kiss?" She didn't really wait for answer before kissing you on the lips softly, you remained frozen until you were mentally slapped by your symbiote

"Y/n I do not get aroused or feel sexual tension but even I am suffering through this air of arousal, kiss her back"

You relaxed into the kiss sighing as you kissed her back, feeling Venom slip into your body and elongate your tongue and force her mouth open slipping the long tongue inside and wrapping around her own, Scarlet either didn't realise or didn't care because she moaned into the kiss trying to gain some kind of control

When you both had to pull away for some air Scarlet was shocked seeing the tongue lull out of your mouth "what the hell is that? Looks like your tongue had an erection" when she laughed and didn't run away from you or slap you your heart grew ten sizes, it was nice you guessed if still little strange.

"Can you even talk with that thing?" she giggled and wen to kiss you again but you pulled away letting your tongue return to its normal size

"Everthing okay?" She placed a kiss on your cheek as a reassurance and you smiled

"Have you ever heard of symbiotes?"

She sat back on your lap thinking about it "like that alien that tried to destroy the world? Are you that alien?"

You shook your head "no! No at all, I was just infect-sorry chosen to be a host for one...do you want to meet them?"

Scarlet had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing "well this is nothing like my normal encounters here but sure, let's see the little alien"

Venom didn't need to be told twice and their tendrils appeared forming a their head smiling at Scarlet

"You are a very pretty lady miss Scarlet, I cannot feel aroused or these silly human feelings but you have a hot body and Y/n agrees"

"Venom! Just stop talking" you groaned trying to get away but you were still trapped under Scarlet's thighs

"God this is so weird, it's a good thing you're hot" she lent forward placing a kiss on your neck and then biting you there, you looked at Venom whispering "go back"

They looked at you funny so you said it again "it's a private moment now Venom"

They understood and retreated back into your body quickly and you focused back on the feeling of her soft lips on your neck.

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“My lips are chapped Nat” Maria pulled away from Nat who still tried chasing after her “oh come on, they’re not that bad”

The waitress gently pushed her away “you’re insatiable, I like it, give me a few minutes and I’ll take you somewhere nice”

‘Where?” She questioned

“To the best room we have, it’s got a mini fridge” Maria kissed Nat again softly refusing to let her take over the kiss again “plus we can watch the cameras for your friend”

Nat’s eyes widened “there’s cameras in the room?”

Maria laughed “obviously, how else are we supposed to protect our girls?”

She lead Nat through the club into a closed off area and through a door to a room with a couch, a mini fridge and the cameras she mentioned

“This looks like a pervs hangout” Nat commented but Maria just rolled her eyes pushing the redhead to the couch “just sit there and be quiet, if that’s something you can do”

"I prefer being loud" Nat winked

"I can’t wait to prove that later" Maria took some wine out of the fridge and sat next to the woman giving her a kiss on the cheek “okay let’s get this started" she turned on the Tv changing the channel through the rooms before finding you and Scarlet

"Ugh boring they're just talking" nat looked through the screen, she hoped she could read lips so she knew what you were saying, when she got a closer look she noticed Venom's head at the side of you "what the fuck?!"

Maria put down the wine quickly looking at these screen "what's that?! Is that a puppet? Does your friend have a puppet kink? A little odd but I'm sure Scarlet can work with that" Maria was laughing but Nat only let out a small chuckle too focused on why the hell Venom decided to make themselves known, suddenly Scarlet lent forward kissing and started kissing your neck

"The puppet worked" Maria laughed and Nat managed a small laugh "hah yeah sure" she turned the TV off instead not wanting to focus on you and your weird alien friend, she had no idea why Scarlet didn't mind it though

"Well they're boring now"

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Scarlet's lips moved up to your ear "you're not the only one with a secret princess"

Your smile dropped and you pulled away suddenly but Scarlet just laughed "it's okay honey nothing horrible, do you know what a coven is?"

You flexed your hands on her thighs and swallowed nervously "like witches?"

She smiled "yes"

"Are you a witch?"

She simply nodded and flashed her red eyes making you gasp "shit that's so cool!" You were memorised, maybe a little scared since witches were seen as strange or evil but a dancer at a gentleman's club couldn't be evil...right?

"I'm not evil honey, just someone who gets bored easily and needs something to do"

Did she read your mind?? You looked at her surprised and she giggled "yes princess I can read minds and yours has been a delight to listen too"

That's so weird but cool as well, so what so we do now?"

"Well, my real name is Wanda to start with, I use Scarlet because the guys like it, and for security of course"

You were really trying to listen honestly you were but your eyes kept flickering down to her chest

"You're not listening to a thing I'm saying are you?" Wanda laughed using her finger to lift up your chin "it's okay, I know what you really want" she lent forward to kiss you but a bell went off stopping her in her tracks "oooh sorry princess times up"

She tried pulling away but your fingers dug into her thighs keeping her there "but you were going to kiss me again?”

She raised her eyebrow and smiled at you "I know, I love leaving my clients on edge, it guarantees they come back"

This time Venom growled and appeared again "that seems a little unfair Wanda, we showed you me, I think we deserve a treat"

She just shrugged managing to pull away from you standing up and covering herself with her robe "are you saying you don't want to see me again?"

Both you and Venom were confused

"Because if I slept with you that's what would happen, and I'm quite enjoying your company"

"She is teasing us Y/n"

You agreed "she is"

Wanda watched you as you were thinking, and you knew she was reading your mind "you have some hot thoughts in there Y/n, a stark difference from when we first started, now come on, your friend will be waiting for you"

You sighed reluctantly getting up and going past Wanda when she gave you a small smack on your ass "hey!"

She laughed "I couldn't help myself honey"

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"Nice to finally see you two out of the room, did you give her the full dance Scarlet?" Maria laughed glancing between the two of you and the redhead smiled wrapping her fingers around your waist "she had a wonderful time Maria, she'll be coming back tomorrow night"

Nat gasped and you looked at her "you're coming back?! Wow Y/n, she must've given you the full treatment eh?"

When your face blushed Wanda kissed your cheek "you're so cute malen'kiy you can have my number, so call me when you're here tomorrow and I'll come and get you"

You nodded and went to kiss Wanda but you weren't too sure until Wanda pulled you in close kissing you hard

"Oooooohhhh!" Nat exclaimed excitedly "Maria did you see that?! My little virgin is getting somewhere!"

You instantly pulled back going bright red "Nat! I'm not a virgin! I've slept with loads of women"

Both women laughed and Wanda tried hiding her own smirk "it's okay princess, I'm an excellent teacher"

You groaned pulling away from the woman "come on Nat before I sink into the ground from embarrassment"

Nat giggled and kissed Maria one more time "so it look's like I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll have the usual room ready" she winked in response kissing the redhead again

"Do I get a good-bye kiss?" Wanda pouted and you rolled your eyes walking back to her "I never expected this coming into a strip club" holding the woman's face in your hands you kissed Wanda softly before pulling away then kissing her nose

"Hmm you're my favourite client malen'kiy"

"I have no idea what that Russian word means but I hope it's good"

Wanda giggled kissing the side of your head "Ty takaya ocharovatel'naya printsessa, dumayu, ya ostavlyu tebya ty moya"

You heard Nat soft gasp from the side of you and you whipped your head around to her "did she say something shocking?"

Wanda looked to Nat shaking her head and Nat nodded "just some sickly sweet thing about you, typical for you to come into a gentleman's cub for a dance from a stripper to come out with a potential partner"

You shrugged "hey I can't help it if I have incredible game"

The group burst out laughing even Wanda joined in making you pout

"Y/n I love you I really do but you're really terrible with women, I'm surprised Wanda actually made out with you"

You blushed hard leaner closer into Wanda "yeah well fuck you Nat" okay it wasn't the best comeback but its the only one you could think of

"It's okay Y/n I thought that was a very good comeback" Wanda kissed your cheek "okay honey, I've got to go back to work"

You started to talk back but a finger shushed your lips "I still need money my love but I want you back here tomorrow okay?"

You nodded "I'm definitely coming back all the time Wanda, I'll sit in the corner with a snack"

Wanda held in a giggle rubbing your shoulder "oh honey I don't think my clients would enjoy that"

"Then they'd to keep their hands off of you" you retorted and Wanda laughed "my little possessive girl don't worry, you'll get the special private dances"

It was your turn to blush hard again and you had to keep yourself steady "o-oh okay cool yeah! Great"

Nat laughed “you’re a mess, come on idiot let’s go”

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Murder on the Dance Floor (part 2)

(from the When the Cat and the Mouse Go For a Midnight Dance series)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Vigilante!Reader x Agent!Natasha

Summary: Natasha isn’t having the best of luck in trying to bring one of the ex Hydras general down. You however may be able to assist her. Will you two be able to cooperate? Or is it your fate to always stand on opposite teams?

Warnings: A tiny bit suggestive.

WORD COUNT: 2724

The pulsing beat of the music could be heard from outside the dimly lit street, matching Natasha’s tense state. She was usually calm, collected when handling missions, but this was the exception—because this time, she was working with you. Just the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Honestly, if someone had told her a year ago that she’d agree to cooperate with you of all people, she would have laughed right to their face. But that didn’t matter now. She needed to get her hands on Horvat, and, unfortunately, you were her best—if only—shot at it.

Adjusting her earpiece, Natasha willed herself forward, slipping past security and flashing one of her fake IDs to the bouncer. After a quick nod, she was finally able to sweep her gaze over the crowd moving around the dance floor. In her earpiece, Yelena’s voice crackled. “See her yet?”

“No,” Natasha muttered, keeping her tone low as she moved toward a secluded spot by the bar. “She’s late. And honestly, I’m not even surprised.”

The blonde hummed thoughtfully. “Hmm. She seems…”

“Irresponsible? Selfish? A brat?” Natasha interrupted, her words sharp as she shrugged off her vest and left it on the stool beside her. “Those are just on top my head.”

“I was going for interesting. I have never seen anyone getting under your skin the way she does.” The redhead rolled her eyes, tapping her feet on the ground as she was searching between the participants.

”This is just unprofessional. I mean, who even isn’t on time for their own plan?” She sighs. “I should've known she’d pull something like this.”

Natasha remembers perfectly your encounter a few hours ago. 

The two of you ended up meeting in a neutral spot to, as you put it, “chat things up.” It was weird for the two of you to just… talk. You were as teasing as ever when you explained that the way for you both to gain access to the Hydra operative was to do something as ridiculous as joining a dance competition.

“You are joking.” Natasha repeated, baffled. But you made no move to correct yourself. 

“It is what it is, Agent Romanoff. Seems our friend is one of those eccentric types—loves all forms of art, but dance is his favourite. The competition is being held here by him.” You handed her a slip of paper with a hastily scribbled address and a list of pairs. “These are the couples registered.”

Natasha scanned it, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Wait—some of these couples, I know them. They’re actual professionals, Raven,” she noted, using your codename. Not like she was sure that the name you’d given her was even your real one.

“Oh, calm down agent. You’ve got me on your dream team now,” you answered with a wink that did nothing to reassure her. “And it’s not like we have other options. The winners get a super-duper exclusive VIP card that grants access to the elite party Horvat is hosting.”

Natasha’s reluctance must’ve been clear because you sighed in exasperation at the clear lack of enthusiasm. “Look, it’s the best I could do given your strict rules, alright?”

“I wouldn’t say that not murdering or maiming anyone counts as strict rules,” she replied, unimpressed. 

“Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure? Aren’t you the fearless Black Widow?” you teased, your voice low, just loud enough for her to hear. You leaned in, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “And here thought you were this fearless superspy. But See, I have a different perspective. To these people, we’re just amateurs. That’s our advantage.”

“Is it?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp, but something about the way you were looking at her made her uneasy.

You grinned, stepping closer, your breath warm against her ear as you leaned in conspiratorially. “Absolutely. They won’t even see it coming when I take them down one by one…”

The intensity in your voice caught her off guard. There was something almost dangerous in your tone, that manic glint in your eyes that she couldn’t quite ignore. Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she put distance and shot you a warning glare.

You slightly raised your hands in mock surrender, but there was still something in your smile that made her pulse quicken. “Alright, alright, no need for that. I promise, no murder on the dance floor. Besides, I’m not here to show off.”

Her gaze never left you, knowing better than to believe that. You thrived on chaos, on the twisted thrill of it all. And she hated how it seemed to pull her in each time, how close you were making her feel to something she couldn’t quite control.

“This is the plan,” you continued, your voice soft but insistent. “We get through a few rounds, win that VIP pass, and make it into Horvat’s inner circle. Nice and easy.”

You closed the distance even more, your face just inches from hers. Without hesitation, you pulled a card from your pocket, letting it slip between your fingers with a practised ease. “Here’s the address. Dress to impress. Preferably black and burgundy?” you murmured, your hand brushing against her chest as you slipped it into the pocket of her vest, your fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “The color really suits your eyes.” You purred. 

Natasha could feel the heat of your touch, every movement too intimate for comfort, and yet, she couldn’t look away. You had a way of getting close—too close—and she watched every movement, every subtle shift of your body, all while her heart beat a little faster than she wanted to admit. It was like every single nerve on her body screaming in conflict whenever you acted this dangerously. 

She is only bought out of her stupor when she notices a shift in between the crowd. For an instant, she thinks that the contest already started, but that thought quickly goes away when she saw the true reason for the multitude to part like melted butter.

There you are, walking as if you owned the place with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. Seemingly ignoring all the eyes landing on you like dominoes and yet preening under the attention like a lazy cat basking under the sun. Your smile was deceivingly innocent, gentle yet cocky in the subtlest of ways. 

Her eyes couldn’t help to take you in. 

The dark red dress you wore hugged your body perfectly, like a second skin, as if melting with each of your movements. The dress was seamless, held up only by thin straps that dipped into a daring neckline, exposing just enough to make anyone want more. The shimmering sequins embroidered along the curve of your hips glinted teasingly under the retro disco ball, casting a mesmerizing array of shimmering reds. The lacy fringe of the hem stopped just shy of your mid-thigh, blending with the flowery skirt that revealed both your legs in tantalizing glimpses.

As embarrassing as it was, she was just another victim that couldn’t seem to take her eyes away. Try to regain composure, she did her best to maintain a bit of her dignity, not wanting to give you any leash for you to tug on. 

Taking a steadying breath, Natasha forced herself to fold her arms, straighten her spine, and lift her chin, trying to cloak herself in her usual calm and untouchable persona. But her eyes had a mind of their own, betraying her as they lingered on you, watching every movement despite herself.

When you finally reached her, your gaze met hers, and Natasha had the unsettling feeling that you saw right through every barrier she’d put up. That awareness sent a chill of discomfort down her spine. Stepping closer, you set your purse down on the stool beside her with slow, deliberate movements that she couldn’t help but follow. Without breaking eye contact, you smirked.

“Enjoying the view, Agent Romanoff?” you purred, each word slipping from your lips as if laced with honey. But Natasha knew that the sweetness could be someone’s poison just as easily.

She scoffed. “Your arrogance is staggering.”

Feigning a pout, you tilted your head, feigning hurt. “Is it so wrong to give a lady a compliment once in a while?” Then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in, letting your gaze trace over her in a way that was unmistakably bold, yet foolishly innocent. “Well, I’m not scared to admit that you look gorgeous.”

You complimented while taking her in. 

Her hair was pinned up into a tight braid that left her neck exposed. The dark red shirt she wore clung to her perfectly, the satin fabric being comfortable and hinting at the lines of muscle and curves beneath. Sleeveless, it exposed her toned arms. The neckline went straight into a tight V, just enough for showing the delicate, pale skin of her sternum. Opting for practically, she paired it with paired with sleek, tailored trousers in a matching deep red—almost black in the low light (not that she had in mind your previous recommendation when choosing this of course). A polished belt cinched her waist, the silver buckle slightly off centred.  There was no doubt in your mind that she wore a strapped in blade attached to her ankle, ready and waiting. 

The thought did nothing but send a rush of excitement up your spine.

A blur at the corner of your vision catches your attention, and the teasing persona you reserve for Natasha vanishes abruptly. As much as you enjoyed being the cause of her losing her composure, you had a job to do—and you’d be damned if you failed.

Without giving Natasha a chance to react, you catch her shoulders and pull her against you, manoeuvring both of you closer to the bar. Natasha flinches slightly at the sudden movement, instinctively placing one arm around your waist and the other on the counter to steady herself. Her eyes widen as she meets your gaze up close, the rich scent of vanilla filling her senses.

Your cool hand resting on her bare shoulder makes her breath catch in her throat. “What do you think you’re doing?” she manages to say, intending it to sound like a reprimand, but the words come out soft and breathless, betraying her surprise.

“Just trying to avoid starting at a disadvantage,” you replied smoothly, as if the lack of distance between you two wasn’t affecting you in the slightest. Natasha hated that—hated how unbothered you seemed. If anything, you leaned in even closer, your lips hovering just shy of her ear. Natasha heard a muted complaint of disgust, followed by her sister saying something about “This is worse than Papa and Mama.Cutting off now.” She wasn’t really paying attention.

“Over my shoulder. One of the three judges,” you murmured, voice low and soft against her skin. “They’re not just ranking our dancing skills, but the… chemistry between partners. So if you want this to go smoothly, I’d suggest pretending you don’t hate my guts for a while.”

The last sentence dripped with a teasing mockery, and Natasha clenched her jaw, willing herself not to react. The word "hate" echoed in her mind, though, twisting uncomfortably as if not really settling in. Hate wasn’t exactly the word she’d use to describe her…complex feelings about you. Sure, you were frustrating, irritating, and always knew how to push her buttons with an infuriating ease. 

But did she really hate you?

She shook her head. This was exactly what she couldn’t stand about you—the way you made her doubt herself, fall into chaos in her own mind. She couldn’t afford to debate what she really thought about you now. Closing her eyes briefly, she exhaled, letting her professional persona handle her next movements. This was a mission like any other. And Natasha Romanoff always succeeded in her missions.

Just as she was about to locate the judge you’d told her about, her eyes fell on three men across the dance floor, next to the snack table. There was no mistaking the way their eyes draped all over you, watching you with no shame as their mouths likely ran with sick and degrading comments about what they would do with someone like you.

A tightening feeling in her chest struck her, taking root until the infection controlled her next actions. Strengthening her grip on your waist, Natasha pressed further into you, subtly spinning your bodies so that her taller frame shielded you from predatory eyes. Noticing the change in her demeanour and the way she glared at something behind you, you tilted your head slightly but decided to not comment on it. As much as you liked to keep her on her toes, you knew when to refrain yourself. 

“I assume you got the judge’s backgrounds?” she muttered, leaning in closer, taking a page from your book. Her hand slid over your waist, caressing your side while maintaining a firm, almost possessive grip. Lost at the moment, you opened your mouth to answer, but hesitated, caught off guard by the soft, deliberate touch. You couldn’t decide whether to feel relieved that she was listening to you or startled by how her fingers seemed to burn against your covered skin.

Natasha’s eyes glinted as they dropped onto you, a flicker of satisfaction crossing her features at the rare sight of you losing your so well maintained composure. You never stuttered, always remaining a step ahead, but for once, it was you who was caught off guard. If only for a fleeting moment, Natasha couldn’t help but take the moment in, greedily absorbing your hesitation. Is this what you felt when you got under her skin?

For anybody who glared at you two, it would seem like an intimate couple, flirting and rendering each other speechless with seductive flirtation and close touch. If that's what you demanded of her, then that’s what Natasha will deliver. 

Sensing this shift, you cleared your throat and did your best to regain control. To return to your sleek persona that you always maintained. “You assume well. The first one is Ethan Cole, a dance professor on a wealthy university. Had big dreams for Hollywood, but his addiction to gambling and alcohol closed those doors for him. Owes Horvat some numbers.”

Deliberately, you moved your hand to her jaw, redirecting her face to the right, then leaned in as if you were whispering something inappropriate in her ear. “The grey-haired man, Richard Harper. A self-declared “man of the arts,” you stated dramatically. “More like a man of perversion. He owns several sex clubs, most of which don’t follow safety regulations and serve as covers for prostitution rings.” Natasha clenched her jaw ever so slightly, the feeling of it under your fingertips making you sigh in satisfaction.

“Perhaps when we’re done with this I ought to pay him a visit,” you taunted, making Natasha turn to face you with a warning glare. Before she had time to respond, you silenced her with a gentle but firm motion.

“Right behind me, just a few stools away. The woman with glasses and uptight lips. Leah Montgomery. Our biggest threat to win the competition. She was in competitive figure skating, pretty good, too. Until tragedy struck and she ruptured her ACL. Clearly, she hasn’t got over it yet as she now spends her days tormenting her pupils, “encouraging” them in partaking into illegal substances to win her titles.” 

Just as you finished, the low bass music cut off, a call for all the participants to gather on the dance floor resonating through the walls. As everyone started to move toward the centre, Natasha eventually released her grip around you. Just as you were about to tease her about the reluctance, she placed her hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd.

Surprised, but not wanting to reveal your true feeling, you hummed pleasantly, masking the unexpected stir in your chest. Finally reaching your spot, Natasha extended her hand to you. Her eyes look down on you, the green of her irises going a few shades of green darker. But this time, you can't find the anger. No…it was something else that you haven’t quite seen before. 

Accepting her offering, you place your hand into hers. 

This will be interesting. 

[show-us-kaidenshenandoah]

i was watching the movie again and went "...wait a second" at the designs of The Gammas (or Gamma Mu Mu). i looked up trivia and couldn't find anything to confirm (or deny, i guess) my thoughts, so i guess?? this is a theory? (someone with a DVD/Bluray version, please check the Special Features for me to see if anyone mentions this. i have no idea) i'm surprised i haven't seen this parallel thrown around more but yeah, i think im onto something if this is a new thought in the Goofy Movies fanbase lol

sorry for the low quality of the image, ill type the transcript up in the post to make up for how blurry my text is. there just isn't a lot of pictures of these guys, period, much less that i could find of this specific scene so i could make my point

but yeah, my theory is The Gammas are all based off the classic villains in the Mickey-Donald-Goofy multiverse (plus Bigfoot, but i know many people noticed the redhead member of the Gammas is just "a shaved down version of Bigfoot" from the first "A Goofy Movie" lol)

(also, im a novice at learning about this extended Mickey-Donald-Goofy multiverse, im still new to the Carl Banks comics and havent seen all the media. so forgive me if im wrong at any point and please kindly correct me ♡)

so there's:

named: Bradley Uppercrust III — no idea if he is based off of anyone

named: Tank — based off of: Pete / Peg Leg Pete (but make him unrelated to PJ, basically) (hence, why he looks the least like his source, if im correct. he has a shirtless scene where he's revealed to have a farmer's tan, that i think you could argue is a very subtle nod that would have been slightly closer to a Pete-like coloration. but yeah, if im right, they had to make Tank's pallette lighter ao he wouldn't be mistaken as a relative of PJ's)

unnamed bearded member — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Babyface) (Bigtime) (if you don't know the lore: there's a lot of Beagle Boys as the gag is they're a BIG family, but the main trio in the original "Ducktales" show is the first set of parentheses. the second set of parentheses is their names in the classic Ducktales comics. both the original "Ducktales" show and the reboot "Ducktales" show features both sets of the trio/s though. though the Carl Barks version of the comics preferred the route of "they go by their prison-numbers rather than their names". also, inbetween the two "Ducktales" TV shows, a lot of Disney media just merged the two trios into one kind-of-amorphous trio, as far as i can tell, like with "Mickey, Donald, and Goofy: the Three Muskateers". but still, they're part of a HUGE family who tend to be clones of said main trio. but i digress. they're a confusing family lmao rip)

unnamed member wearing sunglasses — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Bankjob) (Bouncer) (i like to think his sunglasses (and i guess also the unnamed bearded member's glasses, but mainly these sunglasses) as a homage to the Beagle Boys' black masks lol)

named: Slouch — based off of: the main Beagle Boys trio (Bugle) (Burger) (also: im entirely banking off differentiating Bugle/Burger to Slouch and Bankjob/Bouncer to sunglasses-guy on how Bugle is commonly reffered to as "a hipster" and i personally associate fedoras with a similar type of crowd. i could have those mixed up tho, idk, neither of these guys even have any lines lol but i do like the idea that maybe the fedora is flipped like that as a reference to the Beagle Boys' billed caps? idk, that might be a stretch) (i would also like to mention i hc these guys are The Beagle Brats now in college-age, who are an unnamed trio that goes by "1, 2, and 3" in the comics but, from what i can tell, that the Beagle Brats in general (not 1, 2, and 3 specifically) were first seen(?) in the "Ducktales" original show (who also have a v small cameo in the reboot) that were meant to parallel the triplets Huey and Dewey and Louie; these specific ones im talking about the nephews of the general-amorphous-main-trio of Beagle Boys, but it is possible to call any Beagle Boy who is young a Beagle Brat. but, yeah, i have no basis for why i think Slouch and the other two are specifically the Beagle Brats 1, 2, and 3; that's entirely headcanon)

unnamed member that's a redhead — based off of: Bigfoot in "A Goofy Movie" (again, i know a lot of people caught this one lmao)

unnamed member that has black hair — based off of: Mortimer Mouse (who was once also known aa Montmorency Rodent/Rodawn, but they've been retconned into being the same character by now, but that'a a tangent.) (if you don't know the lore: Mortimer is a bit complicated to describe? but the tldr is that he's basically Mickey's love-rival for Minnie. to go more in depth though, uh, he's more wealthy, usually, and claims to be "in love" with Minnie Mouse but is also a jerk and she generally does not have any interest in him (well, unless the plot the writer wants includes a love-triangle). Pete is usually considered a more recognizable villain, so Mortimer rarely shows up, esp since Pete can be easily be written as also harboring feelings for Minnie. so sometimes shows re-write Mortimer from this personality so he is more distinct, sometimes as a toxic friend of Mickey's or overall bad influence but well-intentioned; so the character has some flexibility. but i know him best, as do many others, via his "House of Mouse" recurring role where he'd show up just to try to break Mickey and Minnie up or otherwise flirt with any female guests. i think he works well in competition wirh Pete, who has more of a Goliath-and-David relationship with Mickey when Mickey and Pete are antagonistic, as Mortimer is an antagonist that is just as clever and capable as Mickey (if not more so, since he is clever, competent, and generally wealthy enough to have more resources than Mickey) but does not have Mickey's sincerity or good intentions. though i dont mind how kid shows re-write him either, i think toxic friends and bad influences are good lessons for children to learn. i like Mortimer being a frenemy who has good intent but bad follow-through lol but anyway, thank you for allowing me this debatably-overexplanation of Mortimer since he's my favorite and also, uh, the only one here where #1 he isnt in the Goofy Movie series and ergo may not be known to others, #2 has a consistent personality beyond "bad guy in story" i can talk about unlike the Beagle Boys trio/s and their huge extended family of might-as-well-be-clones, and #3, again, he's my favorite if you couldnt tell lol) (also, i do think you could argue this unnamed character's quiff is a nod to Mortimer's mouse-ears tho, since there's a curve and all. and then the idea he has some stubble as a possible ref to Mortimer's whiskers is hilarious to me if my theory has water and he was intentionally designed after Mortimer lmao)

anyway, i apologize again if this idea has been discussed before. i really did try to google if anyone was spreading the same idea that The Gammas are just a fun College AU-Variant of these guys already

+ bonus, since i mentioned them, The Beagle Brats:

please let me know if you think the idea has merit, and especially let me know if Bradley is a reference to anyone (tho i can also fully buy Bradley being original to this movie!) thanks so much for reading ♡

ps. i am dyslexic so do forgive me for any misspellings. i am editing this unseriously from my phone ✌️

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✰ fic authors self-rec game ✰

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 🩷

@rebelfell thank you so much for tagging me!! this is fun and you’ve given me plenty more to read!! ☺️🩷

1. crazy-mad for you (bouncer!Eddie x bartender!reader)

this is something I am still so proud of, my first Eddie fic almost a year ago!!! I’m going to be honest, this is one of my fics I reread and just think ‘yeah this is great’

2. soft slow, morning glow (dad!Steve x mom!reader)

what started out as a rambling character study about whether Steve was a morning person or not became At Home With The Harringtons (which is still a wip I swear!) I love this little family, and DILF Steve?! Hello?! Love.

3. such a flirt! (bouncer!Eddie x bartender!reader)

more bouncer Eddie for the gals! I remember spending so long wanting to get this just right as a follow up to CMFY and I think it paid off! my love of cherries and redheads really can’t be hidden

4. feel the magic (Steve x reader)

Steve Harrington in the role he was made for - romantic lead in a Christmassy meet-cute. I still giggle and kick my legs about him tbh

5. the boy is mine (Eddie x reader)

this was part of a writing challenge that helped be beat a real writing funk, and reminded how fun writing Eddie is (especially when he’s goofy and in love w you)

I could go on and do some honourable mentions but this really helped me to remember how much I enjoyed my own fics!

🏷️ (no pressure, but it’s fun!!) (I’m tagging more than 5! try and stop me!)

@carolmunson @powderblueblood @loveshotzz @rosewaterandivy @oneforthemunny @superblysubpar @stevenose

[abbyromanoff]

dark!gp!nat x dark!stripper!reader, were natty thinks reader is all innocent and even w reader's job she's just a sweet little thing, only to one day at the club one of the male stripper's flirts with Nat and r sees everything so she basically walks to her girlfriend's side and starts to bite at nattys neck, marking her all up, Natasha is surprised at this but also smug about it after that reader starts getting distant. Natasha, being the insane mf she is, starts stalking her only to see reader murdering the stripper that flirted w her

(Smutty 😈😈😈)

That shit turns me on

Pairings: dark!g!p Natasha Romanoff x dark!reader

Warnings: dark fic, mentions of killing, mentions of torture, smut, horribly written smut tbh, fingering, unprotected sex, small dirty talk, jealousy, little bit of angst

Word count: 1,698

Summary: again just the ask written down in a story

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Miss Y/L/N will be out in a minute, for now you can take a seat.” The bouncer told the redheaded woman. She sighed and plopped down onto the chair, it wasn’t her first time here, in fact she’s been here many times before all for one person, you. Every weekend she’d come here and watch you dance on the pole and then ask for a private dance, at this point you’ve gotten used to seeing her.

The buff man approached you as you finished your dance. “You have that redhead in booth 4.” You nodded and thanked him. Getting ready you looked yourself over in the mirror, making sure you looked good for your favorite customer. Over the few months that she’s been going here now you grew a bit of a crush on her, I mean it was impossible not to. Her amazing personality and her stunning looks drew you in right away. With most customers you’d usually feel slightly uncomfortable, especially since they were mostly middle aged men who were tired of their wives so they decided to try and feel you up instead. Of course the bouncer would end up kicking them out but you’re lucky you’ve never experienced that with Nat.

Walking into the small booth you approached the woman seductively, discarding your bra and throwing it off to the side. She eyed your figure as you turned around, bending over to show off your almost fully exposed ass. You heard a groan come from the woman and went to grind against her crotch, using the arm rests to hold you up. You felt her cock getting hard under the confinements, making you grind slightly harder. She threw her head back in pleasure as her hands held the armrests with all her might, trying her best not to touch you all over right then and there.

You noticed this, she did it everytime. “Why don’t you come back to my place after this, there you’ll be able to touch me here,” You said while grabbing your breasts in your hands, “And maybe even here.” Your hand went to cup your covered center this time, letting out an exaggerated moan to rile her up.

At the end of the dance you told Nat to wait for you, telling her that you need to clock out and get dressed before she could take you back to her place. While she waited for you a woman came up to her, “Hey gorgeous, you looking for a dance?” Nat internally cringed at the nickname, it would sound way better coming out of your mouth. Although she still had to be polite with the woman.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. I’m actually waiting for someone.” The black haired woman looked to where she was pointing.

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Y/N. She’s always talking about you, but I guess now I see why.” She tried seducing Nat once again, this time stroking her arm with her hand. Nat was starting to get fed up.

“Look miss, you’re really pretty and all but-” “Ready to go babe?” The both of them turned to look at you, seeing your face smile that tried to hide your anger.

“Yeah, let's go.” Nat said as she took your arm in her own, not missing the glare you gave your coworker on the way out.

“Babe?” Nat repeated your words from earlier as she led you to her car. You got in with a small red tinted on your cheeks from embarrassment.

“Yeah sorry about that. I guess I was a little jealous.” You said with a fake chuckle.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed sweetheart, I liked it.” Red painted your cheeks once again, this time it wasn’t from embarrassment.

Over the next two weeks you’ve been distant with Nat, whenever she’d request a lap dance from you it was denied, the bouncer would just tell her that you’re too busy. She’d start to leave until she caught a glimpse of you grinding onto another woman in the booth. You took her home with you after, just like you did with Nat not long ago. She hated to admit it but her crush on you has grown into an obsession.

She’d find out about your work hours and hide outside the building after, planning on following you home. She would take hundreds of pictures of you without you even knowing, she now had a whole shoe box filled with them. Whenever you’d go out with someone, whether it was a date or a hookup or even just seeing a friend she’d be hiding in the corners and would make sure nothing happened.

She was sick of this, all she wanted to do was explain the situation and ask you out on a date. She made a plan and followed you home once again, not noticing how you stuffed something in your trunk before leaving.

When you arrived at your place Nat made sure to park far enough from your home so you wouldn’t see her. Getting out of her car she walked over to where you were, hiding in the bushes near your front yard. She was confused seeing you lift what looked like a body bag into your home so she went into the garage door before you could close it.

When she entered the house she heard screams coming from the basement, worrying that you might’ve been in danger she ran down as fast as she could only to spot the woman from a few weeks ago tied up to a chair screaming for help. You turned around when you heard her gasp and smiled at seeing her face.

“Oh baby, I thought you were going to wait for me.” She said, confusing the victim even more.

“I know, I know but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” You said while wrapping your arms around the back of her neck and kissing her on the lips. You’ve both planned this night out, you would get the girl and the two of you would kill her together. Nat thought you might’ve bailed out on her since you’ve been ignoring her all month, but you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Well I’m here now. So, shall we start?” “We shall.”

The two of you tortured the old friend for what felt like hours to her. She was begging you to just end her life because she couldn’t take it anymore, but you and Nat had something else planned. You both dropped your weapon and connected your lips, already starting to discard your clothing. She ripped off your shirt and used your breasts as stress balls, squeezing and massaging them. When she dropped to her knees the woman's eyes shot open in shock, you were really going to have sex with Nat right in front of her. The redhead pulled your pants down swiftly and spread your legs, giving pecks to your exposed inner thighs.

She stared into your eyes and gave you a smirk. “I think our guest deserves a nice show, don’t you?”

“Oh I think so Natty.” You both giggled as she continued her screaming through her gag and Nat removed your panties, a shiver going down your spine when the cold air hits your cunt. Nat doesn’t wait any longer and dives right in, switching between sucking your clit and teasing your entrance with her tongue. You threw your head back as you basked in the feeling. Nat quickly lowered her own bottoms and grabbed her cock, starting to jerk herself off while still fucking you. She used her other hand to run them across your folds and entered you with one digit. Your moans increased in volume as did the guests' cries for help. Her finger went at a rapid pace, fucking you like there’s no tommorow. Nat stood up before you could finish and replaced her mouth with her length, slipping inside of you without ease due to her fingers previously stretching you out.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm and tight, could be in you forever.” She whimpered out, going to attack your breasts with her mouth once she finished speaking. She drove in and out of you, skin slapping could be heard from a mile away. Her dick could easily reach your g-spot, knowing your body as if it were her own she was able to find it no problem.

“Yes Nat! I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock!” You yelled out. The pleasure was too much, it felt like you were going to explode any minute with her mouth stimulating your breasts and her length sliding in and out of you repeatedly. She added her hand to the mix, rubbing your clit in circles as you squirted all over her stomach.

“Shit! Feels so fuckin’ good baby.” You said as you clawed at her back, leaving red lines all over her. She quickly pulled out and stroked herself, wanting to cum all over your body. While you were calming down you replaced her hand with your own, jerking her off at a fast speed. When you used your hands to massage her balls she spilled all over you. Spurts of cum hit your tits and your face as she finally let go. You used your finger to wipe it off and inserted it into your mouth, sucking off her juices while making eye contact with the barely alive woman in the chair. Nat bit her lip as she watched you moan around your finger, using her mouth to lick off the remaining bits on your chest while staring up at you with love in her eyes. She admired this dark side of you, the one that would kill and torture anyone that she asked of. You stood up and grabbed the weapon that Nat earlier dropped on the floor, taking her hand and interlocking it with yours that was placed on the trigger. You both shared a passionate kiss as you finally shot the woman in the head.

“I love you so much, my beautiful wife to be.” You smiled at her words. “And I love you so much more my amazing wife to be.”

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 11 Surrogate

A Desertwalkers Weird West AU Story (I did not intend to write any of the FC AUs, but such things happen. How the Strikers' perpetual helpfulness lands them a new home...)

“Now hold on just a minute,” Zaine said, staring at the Landsguard officer. The doppro rider stared back, impatience evident. “This was supposed to be a temporary position.”

“I am simply the messenger,” the officer replied with a shrug of his mottled shoulders. “Take it up with the city if you wish to change the terms of the contract.”

Zaine stared down at the paper before him. He had sort of fallen into helping Stonewood’s judiciary with the claims office, as he was a decent mediator, able to make friends with both locals and those coming to the plains of Xak Tural for work in the ceruleum refineries and railway expansion. There were land disputes, and water disputes, and animal issues, and crop concerns...

But he was just here for the interim. They would find a real officer from Tuliyollal to take over, and Zaine and his sister could move on, exploring the land as they had planned. Once things settled down a bit for Stonewood and the friends they had made here.

The writ from the city, delivered by the increasingly impatient Landsguard officer, not only confirmed Zaine permanently for the role, but expanded the responsibilities—as someone dealing with the local property issues would also be responsible for estate settlement and the probate of wills.

“I might have to,” Zaine said, a headache coming on. “I didn’t really think they would hire an immigrant drifter into such a position.”

Then again, he and Aeryn had stood up to Baelsar and his aggressive expansion on behalf of this town and neighboring communities. That probably had a chunk to do with it.

The officer chuckled. “What you get for being good at it,” he said. “And Tuliyollal is more concerned with what one chooses to do, than where one is from. We could not have formed our nation otherwise.”

“Suppose that’s true,” Zaine muttered. “All right, I won’t take more of your time. I’d best speak to my sister and see what we do from here.”

“Great. Have a good day,” the officer said, leaving before Zaine could get his own farewell in.

Well. All right then.

He closed up his office for the day (and it really was his office now, wasn’t it?) and stepped out into the hot, dusty street. He thought of getting a drink, thought better of it, and continued on to the schoolhouse, where Aeryn had been helping out.

Aeryn was outside, class apparently dismissed for the day. She was talking to one of the adolescent students, a petite redhead she seemed fond of. Or maybe it was the girl’s uncle, a smarmy, fair-haired, gunblade-using bodyguard for the local coven, and sometimes bouncer for the Cat’s Eye Cabaret. Normally Aeryn didn’t notice anyone who noticed her. But there was...something...in the way her and the bodyguard interacted that made Zaine’s brotherly hackles rise.

His sister saw him coming now, smiling and waving cheerfully, her student following suit. Nice girl, that Ryne. Her mum was a lovely blonde mining foreman, often busy, hence the girl spending more time with her uncle. There was some connection to the cabaret owner, too. Zaine hadn’t thought he needed to worry too deeply about complicated family dynamics around here.

Maybe he would have to start.

Ryne stayed long enough to greet him before skipping off to meet with her friends, taking the hand of a dark-haired gal as the youths rushed off. Aeryn let out a deep breath. “I have something to talk to you about,” she said with no preamble.

“I have something to talk to you about,” Zaine answered, walking with her toward the rooms they were renting. “You go first.”

“The superintendent rode out today,” she said. “They want to extend my contract.”

Zaine frowned. “Thought this teaching gig was a temporary thing?”

“I thought so too, but they’re having trouble finding anyone qualified willing to come out here, and I’m apparently doing well enough for the board and the parents both. And the children are all so good…”

“And you want to stay,” Zaine said.

“I’ve thought about it,” Aeryn admitted. “It still may not be forever, but...for awhile?” She looked over at him.

“Well,” he said. “That could work. Considering my interim position isn’t so interim now.”

“Were you fired?”

“What? No! Why is that your first assumption?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve only known you my whole life.”

“Whatever, smartypants. It’s the opposite actually. They made my role permanent.”

Aeryn hugged him, grinning. “This is a good thing, right?”

He hugged her back. “I mean, yeah. I didn’t really expect it so it caught me off guard.”

“This is what you get for standing up to Baelsar.”

“I guess. You did too, though, and that might have convinced the board to keep you around.”

She shrugged. “I helped a little. You did most of it.”

He shook his head. He couldn’t ever seem to convince her that she was, possibly, more instrumental to such actions than himself. She would continue to blow it off until getting angry if pushed, so he let her change the subject.

“If we’re staying, we need somewhere to live besides a couple rented rooms.”

“I’ve thought about it,” he said. “Funnily enough, I am aware of available land around here. There’s a couple acres just outside town that I think between the two of use we could afford and manage, with our other work.”

“When you say a couple—”

“Literally two.”

She considered that, then nodded. “It’d be nice to have our own place. Weird, maybe, but nice.”

They stopped at the same time and looked at one another. Zaine began to smile, which made Aeryn smile in return.

“All right,” he said. “I guess we’re staying.”

[lustfulslxt]

Concupiscence - Matt Sturniolo

no summary, just read.

warnings : sex, mentions of suicide, depression, alcohol, && italian matthew! you’ve been warned, so i don’t want to hear shit ab shit :)

a/n : i wrote this months ago, and y/n had a name at first, so sorry if i fucked up at any point.

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The night was still young. The air felt refreshing as the wind blew softly. Infinite amount of stars glistened across the beautiful dark sky. Y/N strutted down the street, observing everything that she came across. People littered the streets, every single one of them holding smiles on their faces. Y/N felt envious, she wanted to feel happy. She wanted to feel something.

She was confident that this was it for her. The last time to have a good time, before it was all over. She wanted to have one more night of fun before ending it all. She couldn't fix her broken mind, or her broken heart. Something was wrong with her mentally, and she couldn't fix it. It was taking its toll, everyday harder than the one before. In hopes of lifting her spirit, she turned to alcohol, but it only lasted so long. There wasn't a permanent solution, her problem was unfixable. The only cure being death.

Y/N wanted to make this last night something great. She wanted to feel alive one last time. Saying that, she strolled the corner, dead set on finding a nice club to enjoy. She was walking for another fifteen minutes, before coming across Zerilli. It looked elegant, yet exotic. There was a long line of guests, waiting to make their way in. You could feel the vibrations in the air from the music inside.

Not wanting to wait in the long line, Y/N strolled up to one of the bouncers. "Excuse me sir? I think I left my wallet in here a little bit ago." He stared at her for a minute, unsure of whether to believe her or not. "Please, I really need it to get a cab home." And just like that, she made it through, in front of all those people waiting outside.

It was dark in the club, with neon lights shining all over the place. The music was extremely loud, everyone had to shout in order to hear each other. Y/N immediately made her way to the bar, desperately wanting a drink. She needed something to get her going. She sat on a stool and waited for the busy bartender to have a second to help her.

"Thank you for your patience, sweetie." A gorgeous redhead smiled at her, "What can I get for you?"

"Something strong, I don't care what. Surprise me." Y/N smiled back.

A minute later, a glass was slid in front of her, containing clear liquid and ice cubes. She didn't hesitate and threw her head back, drinking the glass in one gulp.

"Can I get two more?" She asked, licking her lips.

The lady grinned at her and did as she asked. Once Y/N got a few more drinks in her system, she made her way to the dance floor. Eyes closed, she began dancing to the music, letting her body flow freely.

Matthew Sturniolo sat in his seat, above the dance floor, watching his club flourish. Drink in hand, his eyes roamed the whole building, before landing on Y/N. The moment he saw her, he immediately stood up and leaned forward on the railing, watching her closely. The way her body moved, the way her hands played in her hair, the way her lips curved into a breathtaking smile that nobody but herself caused. Just from watching her for a few minutes, he could tell she was by herself. He could tell she was sad, more than sad. He could feel it coming off of her, and knew she was trying to feel good.

Over time, she made her way closer to the seats lining the back wall, and he made his way down the stairs in that same direction. She pulled herself from the crowd and danced in her own space, a cup in one hand while her other hand was moving in the air. Matthew was now only a few feet away from her. Their eyes met, smirks arising to both of their lips. He held his hand out, beckoning her to take it. Without a second thought, she placed her slender hand in his.

His lips found it, placing a soft kiss on it. "What's your name, darling?"

"Y/N." She whispered back to him in a laugh, "And you?"

"Matthew." He licked his lips, looking down at her. Her laugh sounded like what they would play at the heaven gates. "Dance with me tesoro." {sweetheart}

She eagerly obliged, placing her back against his front. She swayed to the music, trailing her hand to the back of his neck. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, his hands roaming her body without full on groping her. He placed his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Just her aroma made him want to devour her. Every millimeter of skin of hers that he touched, started tingling with heat. He spun her around, so she was face to face with him, placing a hand on her lower back, pulling her even closer. Her hands were placed on his chest, gripping his suit jacket to keep them close together. The two stood there, sexily swaying in each other's embrace, for what seemed like forever.

He took a step back, picking his cup up from the table right next to them. He took a sip of it before offering it to her. She bit her lip, grabbing the cup and downing the rest of it. Knowing what she knew, she didn't care to take precautions. She didn't plan on being here tomorrow.

Matthew sat down in one of the chairs, before patting his lap. "Sit, piccola." {babygirl}

Y/N did so, happily, wrapping her hand around his neck. Once she sat down, her dress rose up, slightly showing more skin. Matthew found himself placing his hand on her exposed thigh, slowly rubbing back and forth. His touch gave her goosebumps, and he certainly noticed. She smiled, looking directly into his eyes. He did the same thing right back, causing her cheeks to flush. He was intense and she liked it a lot.

"You're beautiful, Y/N." He whispered into her skin.

The way he said her name made her tremble. It sounded like it was meant for his mouth. She bit her lip and placed her forehead on his, inhaling deeply. The two had already stopped dancing and just held each other, intimately. He was softly rubbing her legs; she was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Who are you?" He barely spoke.

"I'm nobody." She whispered back.

He just pulled her closer, if that were even possible, and lifted her chin up. Their faces were only centimeters apart, they could feel the heat radiating off of each other.

"Come home with me." He stared into her eyes.

"I scratch and bite." She warned him.

Licking his lips, he promised, "You'll crawl and beg too."

Y/N only thought about it for a split second, before she stood up and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."

With that, Matthew walked her out to the car waiting for him. He had an uber driver waiting for him because he knew he would be leaving soon. He opened the door for her, ushering her to get in first. He followed in suit, the driver making sure they made it in before starting the way home.

The second both of them were seated, Matthew pulled her face to his. Their lips met in a soft yet rushed manner, it was hot and steamy. Y/N couldn't get enough, tugging him closer. She didn’t care if anyone seen anything, because nobody would know who she was tomorrow. He swiftly pulled her onto his lap, placing his hands on her butt, squeezing it ever so slightly. She moaned into his lips, feeling more turned on with every touch. He took that opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth, exploring every part of her. Her hands made their way into his hair, softly tugging his head back as she worked down his neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses. She could feel him physically tense underneath her, and it drove her crazy.

"You're so fucking sexy, amore mio." He groaned. {my love}

The whole way back to his place, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. By now, his boxer briefs were tight from his rising member, and her panties were dripping with her arousal. The second the car stops, he jumps out, elegantly pulling her out as well. With the shut of the door, Matthew had her in his arms as he quickly made his way into the house.

It wasn't long before they made it to his bedroom. As soon as the door shut, he had her pinned against it. Her legs were wrapped around his waist; her arms around his neck. He kept his hands on her ass, burying his face in her neck, sucking and biting all over. He pulled back just to put his lips on hers again. They couldn't get enough of each other.

He softly put her down at the edge of the bed, before beginning to take of his shoes, suit jacket, and shirt. She stared at him, admiring everything about him. As soon as he had his shirt off, her hands made it to his chest, feeling every muscle. With one quick motion, she pushed him back onto the bed. He licked his lips, feverishly, while watching her step out of her shoes and dress.

He told her that she was beautiful, she didn't really believe him. He told her that she was sexy, she couldn't quite take it seriously. But now, as she stood before him, in nothing but lace lingerie, she could see the look in his eyes. Maybe he was right.

She slowly crawled over him, placing herself right on top of his bulge. Her hands made their way back to his chest again, leaning her face closer to his. Without waiting, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him. He kissed her so deeply and passionately that she quivered above him.

After breaking their kiss, Matthew wrapped his arms around her back, easily undoing her bra. He pulled the straps down her arms, placing soft kisses on the newly exposed skin. Her nipples were already hard with her feeling more and more turned on by the minute. He grabbed both of her boobs, squeezing tenderly, before placing one nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, then doing the same to the other. Y/N couldn't help but moan softly, grinding her hips into him for more friction.

He easily flipped them so that he was towering over her. Without hesitation, his hand trailed down between her legs. He slowly rubbed her through her underwear, causing her to open her legs more, giving him more access. She moaned, grabbing his hand and pressing it more into her, wanting to feel more of him. He pulled his hand up ever so slightly, tugging her panties down her legs and off her feet. Spreading her legs wide open, he brought his face close to her heat. His lips brushed softly against her thighs, leaving a small trail of saliva. He could see her pussy dripping with arousal, and he couldn't wait to taste it.

Y/N’s breathing was getting heavier by the second, slightly bucking her hips towards him. Without waiting another second, Matthew's mouth found where she needed him most. His warm, wet tongue licked her slowly up and down. She couldn't help but let out a loud moan, encouraging him more. His mouth closed around her, sucking all of her flavor into his mouth. He moaned into her at the taste, causing her to tremble. His tongue continued to lap her, before closing his lips around her clit. He slowly shoved a finger inside her, softly sucking her clit.

"Ohh, fuck-" She moaned, her sultry voice going right through him.

He stuck another finger in, quickening the pace, curling in just the right spot. She gripped his hair, tugging it with pleasure. Her legs began to shake, not a second later, she let herself go all over his hand and into his mouth. He didn't waste time swallowing all of her. He sat up, placing his two fingers into his mouth, sucking her fluids off. Licking his lips, he shot her a breathtaking smile, before putting his lips to hers, letting her taste herself. She wrapped her hands around him, pulling him close to her. Her breathing was still heavy, and it was turning him on even more. She placed her hand at his belt, slightly tugging it.

He sat them both up, flipping her over so she was on her stomach. He stood up behind her, slowly undoing his belt while she waited with anticipation. He undid his pants and removed them and his briefs.

"Mettiti a quattro zampe." He spoke, and she eagerly listened. {all fours}

Not a second later, he brought the belt down on her ass. A loud slap rang through the air, the skin immediately burning. She let out a loud yelp, moaning at the feeling of it. He did it once more, and then again, getting the same reaction out of her every time. At this point, her ass had red welts and it was tender to the touch.

He leaned over her, gripping her jaw and neck, slightly pulling her back so his face was right above hers. "If you want me to fuck you, I'll fuck you until you can't remember your own damn name and you never forget mine."

Y/N barely nodded, her eyes begging him to take her. A second later, he's lined up at her entrance before shoving himself in. A loud moan escapes her lips as he sharply sucks in air, both of them feeling immense pleasure from the way each other feels. He slowly inched more of himself in, letting her adjust every few seconds. The second she pushes back onto him; he knew she was ready.

He began thrusting slow, letting her take all of him. His pace picked up, as well as both of their moans. He was consistently fucking her, hitting the right spot over and over and over. Her eyes were beginning to roll to the back of her head as he started licking and biting her back. Everything he was doing to her felt so good, she never wanted it to stop. All of this was distracting her from everything, and she felt better than she's ever felt before, she felt alive.

"You feel so good Matthew." She moaned, pushing even closer to him.

His hands firmly gripped her waist, throwing his head back at the pleasure he was feeling from her. "I could fuck you forever, love."

She inhaled sharply, coming to realize that this was something she'd love to have forever. Not just for the night, but forever. She abruptly sat up, pushing him back with one hand. Before he could say anything at all, she had pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. She took his member, and slowly slid down, taking all of him inside of her.

Matthew’s head went back, taking his lip in his mouth, moaning loudly. His hands made their way up her body, gripping everything. They rested on her boobs, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She bounced up and down in a quick and consistent pace, bringing both of them closer to the edge. He brought one of his hands down to the middle of them, slowly rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her legs were shaking, he was driving her crazy.

Once again, he flipped them over, so he was on top. He quickly placed himself back inside of her and put her legs on his shoulders. His thrusts were hard and fast, causing Y/N to let out pleasurable screams. Her hands dragged down his back, digging into his flesh. He could tell she was close to release.

"Cum for me tesoro." He moaned into her lips. {darling}

And she did just that, letting herself go all over him. That alone brought him to the edge. He felt himself twitch and he emptied his load into her, his thrusts slowing down until he stopped completely. Their breathing was erratic. He pulled himself out of her and dropped down to the bed, their bodies still touching. After catching her breath, Y/N rose to gather her stuff.

"Where are you going?" Matthew caught her hand.

"Um-"

"Stay." He looked at her, his eyes filled with hope. "Please, stay."

She stared into his eyes, something stirring in her stomach. She knew she planned to end it after her night was over, but he made her want to stay. So, she did. She crawled back into bed with him, and he pulled her into his arms, placing sweet kisses against her skin. They laid in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

"I thought your laugh was my favorite thing about you, until I heard your moan, and once I heard those gasps and sighs, you turned on my soul." He admitted to her, rubbing her cheek while staring into her eyes.

"Well, when you pushed it deeper and deeper, I go crazy for that shit." She teased, a smile playing on both of their faces.

Silence fall upon them once again, until he broke it, "What were you doing tonight?"

Suddenly, she pulled away from him and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. When she didn't say anything, he sighed. She didn't have to tell him how she was feeling earlier in the night, he could read it all over her. The way she drank glass after glass, how she closed her eyes to shut everything out. For some reason, he could see right through her.

"Stay with me." He took her hand in his. "If you don't want to talk about earlier, we don't have to. But stay with me."

"I'm right here, aren't I?"

He pulled her closer, taking her face in his hands before placing a few small kisses on her lips. "No. Stay with me."

He didn't have to explain further, she knew what he meant. He wanted her to stay with him, not just for the night.

She sighed, sadly, "You don't know me."

"So I'll get to know you." He rubbed her cheek, "I don't want this right here to be the last time I see you." When she didn't say anything, he continued. "I don't know what it is about you. As soon as I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one that I wanted. And I just have a feeling, if I let you walk out of here, I'm never going to see you again. So, stay."

She brought her lips to his, kissing him passionately. Somehow, right now, he's done more than any and everyone in her life. He's made her feel more. He did everything right, said everything right. This feeling he rose in her, she never wanted it to go away.

When she gave him a soft nod, he shot his fists in the air, "Yes!"

With that, he pulled her entire body into his and squeezed her tightly, as if he didn't, she would slip away.

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a/n : i was depressed and horny lol.. hope you enjoyed, send in reqs!

[pearl-blue-musings]

Give me Endo. Pls.

👀👀

You’re not sure what compelled you to arrive at the club, but here you are. Takiishi had called you, a tone of annoyance as he spoke, telling you that Endo wasn’t well and needed some help. Automatically you assumed he would need help too, but since somewhat fixing things with Bofurin, he’s been reaching out to them when Endo is incapacitated. Like right now.

The music and sticky floor was finally getting to the redhead, unlike his best friend. Endo seemed content on drinking his weight in liquor and he almost succeeded! Takiishi groaned as Endo downed another shot, mumbling about something and your name came up. Which is exactly why he called you.

You show the bouncer your ID and you head inside. You already hate these kinds of places and push yourself to where you see two muscly strong men in the corner. Sharp eyes meet yours and you make your way over. Endo spots you immediately and a cheeky grin comes to his face. He’s quick to push himself out of the seat and throw his arms around you.

“Baby girl,” he slurs loudly over the music, you’re here!” You nod and turn to his friend, who motions for the door as you see familiar Bofurin faces. You take Endo in your arms and out of the club, the cool air relaxing your thoughts. Endo squeezes you tight and you push him off slightly. “I, I wasn’t that drunk I promise.”

You roll your eyes as you start the walk to your nearby apartment. “You look and smell like shit,” you say, elbowing him slightly. “Why the fuck were you drinking your weight in liquor?”

A goofy grin comes to Endo’s face as he punches your cheek. “Cause I saw ya, I saw ya with him.”

You quirk up and eyebrow as his weight starts to tire you out. “With who?”

“That half and half kid, Sakura,” he mumbles out with a chuckle. You roll your eyes as you think over your past. Oh yeah, he had asked you for some advice. How the hell did he know?

“You mean when he asked for advice on how to be a better partner to his own? Why were you there?”

Endo clicks his tongue and shakes his head as you jiggle the keys into your apartment. You take off your shoes and see him do the same haphazardly. He snickers when you push him toward your couch. You go to your kitchen and grab a glass of water, aspirin, and hangover relief and bring it toward him. He’s mumbling now with a silly grin on his face. “Cause I was! I have to protect what’s mine,” he slumps over on the cushions and whispers out while grabbing your hand, “and you’re mine.”

You feel your stomach drop and your cheeks rise in temperature. His fingers interlock with yours and tries bringing you into his arms. You concede and cuddle up next to him, getting comfortable. “But you can’t tell baby girl I said this, otherwise she’ll kill me. But shush, you’re comfy and feel just like her so it’s okay.”

Idiot. He’s an absolute idiot. But he’s your idiot.

Elle’s Wine Night!

[average-limbus-fan]

Pt4 of Limbus Speed Dating?

Ishmael

You awoke the next morning still sore from the amount of walking you had done the night before, only to walk out and be met with with an angry looking Heathcliff and a disappointed looking Ishmael and Charon. “The rest of the names disappeared from Charon’s hat this morning” she said as Vergilius stared daggers into Heathcliff. “So the last three sinners will pick straws” Charon said, “damn it” Heathcliff muttered, “what was that Heathcliff, do you have something you’d like to share with the rest of us…” Vergilius said threateningly, quickly causing Heathcliff to go silent. The remaining three sinners then gathered around Charon to pick a straw, shortest had to take you out next, you then noticed Ishmael sported a very bashful look as you saw her straw and looked to the others, “whatever let’s just get this over with” she said quickly as her face reddened. “Meursault I think it’d be best if you headed back to your quarters” Vergilius said “I need to have a word with Heathcliff… alone” you heard him say as you and Ishmael stepped off the bus… you didn’t even need to turn around to picture the terrified expression on Heathcliff’s face. Although you did notice Ishmael sported a rather satisfied look, “serves him right” she says under her breath… you decide not to ask. “So where are we headed” you asked Ishmael, “…hmm your in a pretty chipper mood… don’t expect me to do whatever the others had though” she retorted angrily, her face quickly reddening. What did she think the others had done…? You wondered to yourself as Ishmael stopped at a small stand buying two ice cream cones before hurriedly shoving one into your hands “here” she said quietly, “thank you Ishmael” you replied happily, this seemed to improve her mood a bit, as you followed her to the edge of the railing on the peer. “So do you want to talk about your time out at sea or something” you said trying to start up a conversation with the quiet redhead, “your seriously going to ask me that after all we’ve just been through” she said emotionlessly, …good point you thought. “Besides I kinda wanna finish this up quickly” “if we get back soon enough we may be able to catch the end of Heathcliff’s punishment” she said with a smirk, “ISHMAEL” you said horrified. Your words however left her unperturbed… you spent the rest of the “date” silently staring off into the ocean… and a considerable distance away from Ishmael. The two of you then made your way back to the bus where Heathcliff was nowhere to be found, much to Ishmael’s dismay… you simply decide to make your way back to your room as you still had one more “date” for the day.

Meursault

You however would be disturbed only a few hours later when Charon and Meursault came knocking on your door. “Meursault has volunteered to go next as his planned destination has time restraints” she stated. You looked up to Meursault “yes we can only attend at night” he said curtly …where exactly did he plan to take you? You figured the robotic seeming man would simply take you out to some restaurant but it seemed he had other plans as you reluctantly followed him off the bus and to an upscale part of town. The two of you would then approach a loud building with a bouncer …it seemed Meursault knew the guy. Although come to think of it you did remember something about him dancing a lot in his youth. Your thought’s would promptly be cut off however as the blaring music filled your non-existent ears, you could barely hear yourself think as you watched Meursault head to the dance floor before gesturing for you to follow him. You would then spend the rest of the night dancing while noticing a few snickers being thrown your way… no doubt at your pathetic excuse for dancing but you decided to ignore them. You then practically had to be carried back to the bus as you were throughly exhausted once again, you however were able to make your way back to your room with the help of Meursault.

Heathcliff

You left your quarters the next morning to see Heathcliff sitting on the floor, “oi, clockhead your finally up” you looked down at him questioningly “well it’s time to get this over with” he said standing and grabbing your arm to lead you off the bus. The blinding light of the early morning filled your non-existent eyes as you were dragged along somewhere. You would finally be let go of in front of an old looking building… it seemed to be the cities library. You looked at Heathcliff in confusion “Ishmael said this was a good place to go on a date and stuff…” he trailed off, oh dear… you thought to yourself. Ishmael’s intentions definitely hasn’t been good and you could only hope Heathcliff wouldn’t start some sort of scene… lest he be punished again. You walked inside to be greeted with silence and the smell of old books. “So are we just supposed to like look at the books or something” Heathcliff asked rather loudly earning him a stern look from the librarian, he seemed annoyed by that and quickly walked into one of the other sections of the library with you in tow. He picked out a book randomly, it seemed to be some sort of romance novel “do you like books like that” you asked him, “of course not” he said angrily putting the book away. “So what kinds books do you like” you asked again trying to start up some sort of quiet conversation, “…none of them” he responded. You spent the rest of your “date” following Heathcliff around the library as he looked around at the titles but never picked any of them up …you had the feeling he was just trying to pass time so it could look like he did something to Vergilius, you didn’t mention that thought though. “Hey I know we didn’t do much but I enjoyed getting to hang out with you” you said, “yeah whatever don’t make it weird” he replied as you left the library to head back to the bus.

[minisugakoobies]

Should be leaving for work but laying here (yes I got back in the bed) and thinking about best friend's bro San and the threesome with the Topaz bros

I got about 90 minutes of sleep last night so I took a sick day, so I'm more than happy to lie here and pick up your train of thought, Luce…

At the party, San brings two of his friends from the club where he's been picking up shifts as a bouncer. He tells you that Wooyoung, the dark-haired one with the cheeky smile, is the most popular bartender, and given that he immediately starts flirting with you as soon as San finishes saying your name, you can see why.

He introduces the redhead as Hongjoong, says he's the in-house dj. Hongjoong doesn't say much, just sort of nods coolly along with whatever the other two say as the four of you converse, but you feel his gaze on you the whole time.

BFF comes over to drag San away to meet some people she knows from work, trying to help her lil bro do some networking. San doesn't want to talk to them, but BFF informs him that she's tired of tripping over his hand weights and wants him out of her hair sooner than later, so he sighs and follows her. As soon as he's out of sight, Hongjoong inclines his head, silently asking you to come closer.

"We brought some party favors," he says, peeling back his bomber jacket to reveal three perfectly rolled blunts in his inner pocket. "There's one for San, but he's busy, so - you want?"

You do want, so you lead the two of them out onto the little terrace that's decorated with cheap lawn furniture from the thrift shop and several fake plants because your thumb is steadfast black. Woo pats the space on the lounge chair beside him while HJ sits on the folding chair on your other side.

HJ sparks up the first blunt, but rather than taking it for himself, the three of you pass it around. Woo asks you questions about what you do, where you're from, and HJ still mostly listens. Around and around it goes, smoke filtering through the dim lighting provided by the string of tiny bulbs hanging overhead.

When the joint makes its way back to HJ, he holds on to it for one, two, three puffs. You're already feeling a little loose, that pleasant buzzing snaking its way through your body, so you pout.

"Excuse me, I believe it's puff puff pass."

HJ's lips curl as he hums. "You're right, how rude of me. Here."

He inhales again, orange embers flickering briefly, and tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you. You eagerly slide forward, pressing your mouth to his. The tip of his tongue against your lips encourages you to open, breathing in the smoke he exhales. His lips linger, lazily moving against yours, and you hold the smoke as long as you can until your lungs are screaming for air.

"Fuck, that looks like fun. My turn," Woo insists, tugging on your arm to bring you back down to earth. Taking the blunt, you suck in a mouthful. You've barely tipped your face up when Woo cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. More smoke ends up in the air than it does in his mouth, but he clearly doesn't care, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, whining when you caress it with your own.

"Damn, Woo, always so needy," you hear HJ laugh. Woo ignores him, continuing to plunder your mouth like a pirate. "Come on, dude, you gotta share."

You break away from Woo's embrace to ask HJ whether he means the blunt or you, only to catch sight of San standing by the kitchen window, staring out at the three of you, wearing the most sober expression you've ever seen on his handsome face. It shakes you a little, and you nearly drop the joint, stumbling to catch it before it lands in Woo's lap. When you look up again, the window's empty, and you wonder if he was really there or if the weed's making you see things.

By the time the last toke is taken, you've convinced yourself you were just imagining things. But maybe the three of you should go somewhere a little more private. You don't realize you've said that out loud until HJ nods and Woo jumps to his feet. Your room is off limits to the party, so there's no one inside when you enter, hand in hand in hand.

……tbc?

[shouga-nai]

@healingbrews said:

"i can't believe you talked me into this." [Mirror!Genji]

Prompts for suspicious circumstances || Accepting!

"Come on, Songbird, live a little." Genji laughed, amused by her apparent hesitance. It's a little too late to back out now.

Feather light touch at her waist, he led Hinoka right past the bouncer and into the foggy scene of shimmering lights and dancing patrons. Normally the Shimada would enter the club alone, but this time was accompanied by one redheaded doctor. His wife.

Already he could feel the stares on them, likely those acquainted with him having their curiosities piqued, one way or another.

What was he getting at, insisting - or rather, persuading her to join him this time around? Was this a genuine attempt at bonding, or was there some sort of angle? In any case, it was either a carefree night on the town, or being cooped up in their palatial abode.

"You need to let loose some time."

Like the time she drenched his face in sake. If it wasn't as intriguing as it was infuriating...

[mybrainismelted]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tag @sam-loves-seb

A little snipped of an as-yet-unnamed wip

The change of vantage point seemed to have helped because he got through the entirety of Curtis’ shift on the podium without being spotted.  His eyes tracked the redhead as he moved smoothly through the crowd, stopping from time to time to let eager fingers tuck bills into the waistband of his shorts, squeezing arms and shoulders, laughing and flirting with the men flocking into his path.  He made his way to where Barry was standing in his usual spot at the end of the bar, leaning in to listen to what his handler had to say. Nodding, Curtis made his way towards one of the back hallways, stopping to talk to the bouncer stationed at the entrance.  The bouncer waved to someone in the crowd, and they were quickly joined by an older man who scanned Curtis up and down before smiling.  The bouncer waved them down the hall and the two disappeared. Mickey tensed, anticipation and fear thrilling through him.  He stayed in place, waiting, for what he guessed to be about thirty minutes before Curtis reappeared.  Alone.  He stopped to talk to the bouncer, who nodded and headed down the hallway.  Once he was gone, Curtis slowly raised his head until his eyes locked onto Mickey’s.

tagging @takeyourpillsbitchh, @crossmydna, @catgrassplantdad, @thepupperino, @callivich

@mmmichyyy, @energievie

[craftycheetah]

fever

a pediatrician and a bar owner. what could go wrong?

tags/warnings: ABO, no quirks, heat cycles, phone sex, dildos, knots, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, licking

taglist: @pharaohanubis0

Word Count: 9.6K

A/N: back at it again with the tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

“hey girly pop,” mina, your best friend, grins from the doorway of your office. “ready for a fun night out?”

you look up at her, confused. “i’m sorry?”

“i told you we’re going out tonight, remember? this new alpha i’m seeing—so hot by the way—his friend owns the komori club and he got us in for free.”

“oh yeah, i remember,” you smile and finish arranging the files. “i’m not really feeling so hot. i’ve been working all day and—“

mina puts her finger up. “imma stop you right there. i don’t care. you’re turning thirty tomorrow and tomorrow is the only day you have off all week so we’re going out tonight, end of story.”

you pout, knowing you can’t argue and reluctantly agree. “okay…”

“yay!”

she helps you press your hair and pick out a cute outfit, practically dragging you into the uber. the komori club is the hottest club in town. anybody who is anybody went there.

mina shoves you both through the line to the bouncer at the door.

“i’m with eijirou kirishima,” she says confidently with her hand on her hip.

the bouncer gives her a once over. “i’m sure you are. back of the line.”

“ugh, bitch!? he’s literally my boyfriend!”

“that’s what they all say.”

she angrily takes out her phone and dials a number while you just stand helplessly next to her playing with your scent patch. mina yells into the phone for a full minute before handing it to the alpha bouncer. he listens intently for a moment, then gives it back. “my bad. come on in.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought, bitch,” she scoffs and pulls you inside as you mouth apologies to the bouncer.

it’s loud inside. loud and crowded. your nose is bombarded with a cocktail of scents despite a strict scent patch rule in crowded places like this.

“there he is,” mina squeals and hops the velvet rope of the vip section. she sits on the lap of a stocky redhead, kissing his face over and over again.

“mina,” you whisper-shout. meeting the gaze of the scary bouncer. “hi.”

thankfully he lets you through and you scurry up the short steps into the booth. “oh my god he’s so scary.”

“eiji, this is my bestie y/n,” mina introduces as you take a seat across them and sink into the soft cushions.

“help!” you squeal and flail your legs.

the electric blonde next to you helps you sit, laughing uncontrollably. “are you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum. “thank you.”

“no problem. my name’s denki.”

“y/n.” 

he goes back to talking to his friend, sipping a yummy looking cocktail. you try to get a waitress’ attention to no avail and just end up sitting stiffly on the couch. mina’s occupied with her new man, playing with his dyed red hair while he rubs her thigh.

so you just play the sims™ on your phone and get lost in your own little world.

the plush couch suddenly dips, jerking you sideways into a very solid torso.

“watch it,” a voice growls above you.

“s-sorry,” you squeak and scramble to sit upright, eyes fixed on your phone. the alphas scent fills your nose: something smokey with an undertone of burnt caramel. daring to sneak a peek, you catch a tattooed arm peeking out of a folded silk, black sleeve and more in the open button-up chest.

“katsuki!” denki grins and reaches over to rub the top of katsuki’s shaved head. “what’s up bro?”

katsuki smacks the hand away. “don’t touch my fucking head.”

“my bad. it just feels like a peach.”

katsuki’s red gaze finally settles on you. “who’s this?”

“eep,” you squeal when you’re perceived.

“she’s with mina,” eijirou supplies.

“tch, whatever.”

you’re shoved again by someone sitting between you and katsuki.

“hey babe~” an overly sweet smelling brunette sing-songs and rubs katsuki’s chest. “sorry i’m late, traffic was crazy.”

huffing, you try and get your purse out from under her ass. “umm, excuse me?”

she turns with a bored expression, blue eyes darting from your toes to your head. “what?”

“you’re sitting on my purse.”

“mm.” she ignores you and goes back to talking to katsuki.

unbelievable.

“excuse me…excuse me!” you say a little louder.

the bitch ‘accidentally’ sloshes her drink with an exaggerated laugh and a few drops land in your low neckline.

“ma’am!” you huff.

she finally turns and plasters a condescending smile on her face. “look, you’re kinda harshing my vibe here so can you just…not?”

“you are sitting on my purse!” you finally snap. 

she gets up, sweeps it onto the floor with her hand and sits back down. “there you go.”

“ugh!” you scoff and pick it up. “mina!”

she’s too busy chatting and laughing to pay attention. you abruptly stand up and stomp down the steps up to the bouncer. “where’s the bathroom?!” he raises his brow at your tone. “i’m sorry,” you say a little quieter. “where’s the bathroom, please?”

“right there.” he points towards a graffitied wall.

“thank you.” you make your way through the crowd to the quiet solace of the bathroom hallway. of course there’s a line. you don’t even need to pee, you just need to clean up and take a breather.

a drunk omega bulls into you as she exits the bathroom, apologising through slurred words no matter how many times you say it’s fine. you see her scent patch is peeling and offer one of your own.

“oh my goooshhhh, you’re sooooo nice,” she smiles and tears up when you plaster it on. “you’re like, my new bestieeee.”

the wonders of club bathrooms. “you should totally hang out with me and my friends at our table. this guy i went to highschool with owns the place and he’s my boyfriend's friend’s friend so we’re totally cool.”

wow, this owner has a lot of friends doesn’t he? you ponder the offer. it can’t be any worse than the nonsense you just went through. she touches your hair softly.

“oh my gosh you’re soooo pretty. imma wait for you right—right here.” she leans against the wall.

“umm, let’s just get you back to your friends first,” you chuckle and help her off the wall. “can you show me where they are?”

“ohemgee yassss, i’ll show you.” she takes your hand and leads you to another set of vip booths where a bunch of women are sitting. “girls, i made a friend~! she’s so nice and we’re literally sisters now.”

they all start squealing and fawning over you, complimenting your hair and makeup.

you feel loads better after you finally get your virgin long island iced tea and get roped into pictures with these random girls.

“it’s actually my birthday at midnight,” you tell them and they collectively gasp.

“how old are you?”

“i’ll be thirty.”

“oh my god you look soooo freakin’ good for thirty,” the omega from earlier, who’s name you learn is camie, slurs. “what’s your secret?”

“camie you’re thirty two and look twenty,” a red haired alpha woman giggles.

“yeah but that’s cause of surgery. did you get surgery?”

“um, no, i didn’t,” you laugh. “thank you though.”

she convinces you to stand and dance with her, pulling you to the dance floor. you shyly try to follow her steps, giggling when she bumps you with her hip.

a wrong move makes you trip and nearly tumble into someone.

“oops, my bad,” you apologise and look up to see it’s the alpha from earlier.

“you again?” he says.

“oh…hello.”

camie appears and squeals, hanging onto katsuki. “suki baby! where have you been?! this is my new best friend in the entire world w/n.”

“y/n,” you correct.

“that’s literally what i said,” she pouts. “this is katsuki, my boyfriend’s friend's friend.”

wait but that would mean, “you own the club?”

“yeah,” he replies curtly.

you blank, not sure what to say to that. “okay.”

he holds up something pink and glittery. “this fell out of your bag back there.”

you gasp. “my phone. thank you so much!”

camie groans. “this is boring and my feet hurt, let’s sit down.”

katsuki surprisingly follows you back to the booth, sitting next to you. camie squeezes next to him, sighing dramatically. “suki, rub my feet.”

“i’d rather die.”

“meanie.”

you giggle and sip the rest of your drink as you go through your phone. there’s a dozen texts from mina asking where you were. you respond and tell her you’re okay and just having fun with some other people and she should enjoy her time.

katsuki rubs his chin, peering down at you through the corner of his eye. you’re cute, a little shorter than he’s used to but he likes what he sees.

“what’s your name again?”

you peer up at him with doe eyes. “y/n.”

“mm, okay. can i get you a drink?”

that takes you back. why would the owner of the komori club want to buy you a drink?

“umm, okay.” you smile politely.

both of you sit bide by side in one booth, leaning in close to hear each other over the music.

“so what do you do?”

“i’m a paediatrician.”

“so you deal with bratty kids all day?”

you take another sip of your drink and nod your head. “i do. i love my job.” 

he shrugs and picks a speck off his orange shirt. “i couldn’t do it. think that’s more of an omega thing.”

“we have lots of alphas there too and—“

camie’s squeal right in your ear makes you wince. “ohemgee y/n it’s midnight! happy birthday!”

you smile and let her clumsily hug you. “thank you, camie.”

“s’ your birthday?” katsuki inquires.

you nod and read the messages coming in from friends and family. 

“happy birthday or whatever.”

you grin up at him. “thank you.”

under the colourful lights you don’t see the slight blush on his cheeks.

hours pass and you start getting sleepy.

“think i’m gonna head home,” you murmur and stand up. the girls all whine and protest and it makes you sad but you get their numbers with vague promises to hangout.

katsuki stands too, towering over you. “i’ll walk you out.”

“ooohhhh~,” camie swoons. katsuki flips her off behind your back.

mina meets you outside with eijirou, absolutely plastered and grinding up on her amused boyfriend.

“thank you again,” you thank katsuki shyly. without the loud music and dim lights, you feel a little more nervous talking to such an intimidating alpha.

“whatever,” he says offhandedly. “gimme your number.”

you gasp loudly, and he stifles a laugh behind his hand.

“take the damn number,” mina grits out, not so quietly.

your hands shake on your phone as you exchange information.

“y-you can call me whenever,” you mumble. “not whenever, i mean i’m usually free after six o’clock but i’m free all day tomorrow.”

“mhm.” he looks down at you with heated eyes, making you squirm.

thankfully the uber arrives so you can help mina inside before she can pass out.

“goodbye.” you wave at katsuki and eijirou as you enter.

eijirou waves excitedly while katsuki just watches the car leave.

“your scent is swelling,” eijirou comments. “you got a lil crush, bro?”

katsuki ‘tch’s’. “whatever. i don’t do crushes.”

“mhm. we’ll see.”

*

mina wakes up in your shared apartment, in your bed after she insisted on sleeping there, more hungover than she’s ever been. she groans and rolls over to see you wrapped in a towel, just getting out of the shower. 

“hey birthday bestie,” she smiles before groaning softly. “ugh my head. you’re up early.”

“i left you aspirin on the bedside table.” you pat her thigh and pick out some loungewear. “drink plenty of water and rest.”

“yes nurse.”

“i’m a doctor, not a nurse.”

mina sticks her tongue at you before reaching over for the medicine. “so, what's the plan for today?”

“nothing?”

“you’ve gotta go out, y/n! treat yourself and do something. you’ve only got one life y’know.”

you hum and put on two floral scent patches on your neck. “i like to use my day off to relax, mina. sit down with my computer and watch netflix.”

your phone vibrates, and mina sneaks a peek. “uh who’s this calling you ‘bestie’?”

“hm?” you pick up the phone and read the message from the unknown number. “no idea.”

“want me to tell them off?”

“no. i think i know who it is.” you text back, and sure enough, it’s camie. “it’s this omega i met in the club. i didn’t expect her to text me to be honest.” 

“hmm, is she nice?”

“i think? she was plastered when i met her and after she dragged me to her friends she was teasing that guy who owns the club and was all over him.”

“maybe they’re dating?”

you hum softly and shake your head. “i don’t think they were dating. she said he’s her boyfriend’s friend’s friend or something.”

“boyfriend’s friend's friend? woah. what does she want?”

bar girl

>>we should totally get bdb 

me

<<bdb?

bar girl

>>b day brunch(*^ω^*)

me

<<you remembered?

bar girl

>>uh ofc i did🙄🙄🙄🙄

>>there’s this place downtown that gives you free pancakes on your bday (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

me

>>that sounds good

>>can i bring a friend

bar girl

>>a friend or a *friend*??? 😏😏

>>or a fwb  uwu

you look at mina. “you two will get along.”

you and mina get dressed and drive to the address camie sent, meeting her in the parking lot.

“i always pass this place but never go in,” you hum and let her hug you.

“well today’s the day!” she giggles before reaching out to give mina a handshake. “hi, i’m camie.”

“mina. love your dress.”

“thank you! i love your hair. it’s so big and pink. like cotton candy. i love cotton candy, it’s soooo yummy.”

“thank you,” mina snickers.

“let's go in, i got us a table already and there’s bottomless mimosas.”

“oh, i’m driving so i can’t drink,” you tell her.

“boooo,” camie pouts.

“tomato tomato,” mina adds, mimicking throwing tomatoes at you.

you playfully shove her inside and follow camie to the window booth.

you sit down and idly chew one of the bread sticks while camie goes on about how much she travels and where she wants to go for winter. perks of being an influencer you suppose.

“you should totally try it, you’re really pretty,” she grins. “just take some pictures.”

“pfft, her social media is so dry you could use it to light a fire,” mina chides. “she barely posts anything.”

“it’s not that bad,” you mumble and open your instagram. all you have is a few milestone pictures and some of you and your family. the last time you posted was two years ago when you officially became a doctor.

“realising how bad it is?” mina snickers.

“shut up, it's not. i think it’s practical.”

“uh huh.”

camie peeks at your phone. “like…ew.”

“ew?

“it’s so empty. who’s this?” she taps her acrylic on a picture of you and a cousin. 

“my cousin. it was his birthday.”

“he’s cute or whatever, but girllll, what is this dry ass shit?!”

you thank the waiter that puts your pancakes down. they’re cute and heart shaped with ‘happy birthday’ spelled out in chocolate syrup. “yay, pancakes.”

“we’re coming back to this after eating.”

“aw,” you pout and take a bite.

“don’t feel so bad, bestie. everyone gets busy.”

“i don’t feel bad, what’re you talking about?”

“you’re clearly in denial,” mina shakes her head.

“no i’m not.”

“sure. let's finish eating.”

mina listens to camie direct you on how to update your social media while eating her biscuits and gravy.

“but i don’t understand why i have to take a picture of my food.”

“to show what you're eating! also to show how good it is!

your eyes dart from the food to the phone. “okay. i have a follow up question.”

“just take the picture.”

“okay! okay.” you snap a photo of your pancakes and show it to camie. “is this good?”

“no. the angles are weird and the lighting is off.”

you huff, not wanting to make her mad but you put your phone down. “i’m just going to eat my food if you don’t mind.”

“wait! take the photo now! the lighting’s perfect.”

you sigh and take the picture anyway. a message pops up before you can add a caption.

scary alpha from club

>>wyd?

mina waves her hand in front of her face. “whew. why do you smell nervous?”

“really?! is my patch peeling up already?” you touch the scent patches on your neck.

“no, bestie, your scent just bled through it just now. are you okay?”

“yeah, um, that guy from the club last night just texted me…”

“who?”

“katsuki?!” camie gasps loudly. “he never ever ever texts anybody! what did he say?”

“he just asked what i’m doing. should i just tell him?”

“yes!” “no!” camie and mina shout simultaneously.

“huh?”

“don't listen to her. let him know what you're doing. he seems interested in you enough to text you. did he say happy birthday?” camie asks eagerly.

“he did at the club and he bought me two drinks.”

“oooh, that's a good sign.”

inhaling deeply, you text back.

me

&lt;<eating brunch with camie and mina

scary alpha from club 

>>cool

>>you busy after?

you stare at the phone wide eyed. 

“well, what'd he say?” mina asks with a big grin. 

“he asked if i'm busy after this…”

they both squeal, drawing a few stares.

“well, what're you gonna say?!” camie gasps.

“no, i guess?”

“say ‘no, why?’ and add a smiley face!”

“seriously?”

they start talking over each other, overwhelming you. “okay, can we calm down? i’m just going to tell him i’m not busy and see what happens after that.”

“my bestie's going on a date!” camie squeals.

“your bestie?! i've known y/n since high school.”

“umm club rules say we’re literally bffs forever now.”

“the last ‘f’ is already ‘forever’”

camie blinks at her. “oh…i knew that.”

ignoring their bickering, you text katsuki.

me

&lt;<;no i’m free after

&lt;&lt;fhtdrkt

&lt;<we’re going shopping for a new outfit for her

&lt;&lt;;ajdheieo

&lt;<sorry, camie took my phone

katsuki looked at his phone and let out a subtle snicker.

eijirou walked into the living room of their shared penthouse. “hey man! woah, are you smiling at your phone?! who is it? tell me tell me please?”

katsuki rolls his eyes as eijirou gets in his face. “back off, shitty hair! you're like a nosy golden retriever.”

eijirou keeps trying to peek before stopping when katsuki growls at him. “fine then, keep your secrets. it’s probably that omega from yesterday~”

the spike in katsuki’s scent tells him he’s not wrong.

“oooh you do have a crush~” eijirou teases. “she’s cute though.”

katsuki side-eyes him and sends a scent out that clearly says ‘back off’.

eijirou raises his hands in placation. “relax bro, i’m not going after your omega, i have mina. you should just talk to her.”

“duh, that’s what i’m doing.”

“like an actual person and not a throwaway.”

“yeah. this time, i actually am.”

“good for you, man. so what’s the plan?”

“said she’s birthday shopping with mina and— what’s icy hots friends name again?”

eijirou stares blankly. “shoto has friends? is it that kid from that extra course you took?”

“yeah. his girlfriend i guess. that girl who talks like a valley girl.”

“oh camie,” eijirou realises. “i like her, she’s cool. a little dumb though.”

katsuki stands from the couch and stretches his shoulder. “let’s go.”

“where?”

“shopping.”

“ooh, where?”

katsuki stopped for a moment.

me

>>where are you guys going shopping

club omega(cute brat doctor)

>>this is camie （＾ω＾）

>>going to the daimaru mall

>>tddkhvk

>>i’m sorry about her

>>but yh apparently that’s where we’re going

me

&lt;&lt;;i’ll c u there

you squeak in terror. “what does he mean?! is this code for something? camie!”

“y/n, relax, he’s just meeting us there.”

“he’s meeting us there?!”

mina sips her orange juice, opting to drink something else after her fourth mimosa. “it’ll be fine bestie. i think i had too many drinks.”

camie orders a pitcher of water. “suki knows all the best shopping spots. his parents are fashion designers. you know the bakugous.”

“i think i’m gonna pass out…” you mumble, fanning your face. 

“it’ll be fine. let’s finish our food and head out,” mina suggests.

camie nods and you take a deep breath.

“okay.”

you sit near the fountain in the mall as camie and mina talked to some guy at a kiosk about a set of diamond earrings.

“hey,” a voice calls out.

you look up and see katsuki’s tall and bulky figure before you, his chest and abs defined underneath his black shirt.

“eiji!” mina jumps and hugs eijirou, wrapping her legs around his side waist. “what’re you doing here?”

“kat said we’re going shopping so i just followed him,” eijirou tells her and rubs the top of katsuki’s head. his hand gets smacked away immediately.

you stand abruptly, lost for words. “you actually came?”

“i said i would.”

you swallow nervously and fiddle with one of the patches on your neck. scanning through your brain, you give him the first compliment you can think of and say, “i like your hair?”

“…my hair.”

mina facepalms.

“yes? a shaved head suits you.” you give him a stiff thumbs up. 

“are you alright?”

”yup, i’m great. perfectly fine.”

he waves his hand over his face. “you’re stinking up the place.”

you clap loudly and smile. “i need to use the bathroom. excuse me.” you cover the side of your face to avoid his gaze and stride past him towards the bathroom.

mina looks in your direction and follows after you. you’re splashing water on your face in the sink when she finds you.

“hey, bestie, you okay?”

“i’m a fucking idiot…”

“nooo, that’s not true.” 

“it was horrible! he probably thinks i’m stupid now!”

“no, you were just nervous. everyone gets nervous when they meet someone they might like. c’mon, let's go back. i’m sure this will go over well.”

back at the fountain, katsuki sat with arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

“don’t worry man, i’m sure she went to wash her face. you were nervous too when we got here.”

“shut up shitty hair…”

as you and mina walked back over, katsuki noticed you were still nervous but not as much as before. 

“hey.”

“hi.” he nods.

“sorry about that,” you apologise and play with the pink sleeve of your sweater.

“don't worry about it. where did you guys want to go shop?”

“ooh, dolmas,” camie grins. “then some jewellery from tiffany’s.”

katsuki looks down at you. “is that what you want?”

you peer up at him. “i’m fine with anything but i wouldn't mind going to h&m.”

“what do omegas even like? soft shit, right?”

“i like comfy stuff…”

“good to know. you really wanna go to h&m?”

“what’s wrong with h&m?”

“you can do better.”

“but i like h&m. i got my outfit from there.” you look down at your outfit.

“your outfit looks nice, sure, but an omega like you should have a couple lavish things or something. follow me.” he and eijirou start walking in the opposite direction.

“an omega like me?” you repeat and look at camie. “what does that mean? is that bad?”

“relax, girl,” she dismisses. “it’s a good thing.”

the three follow katsuki and eijirou towards a store where you see a mannequin in a white button-up and a pink plaid skirt. you go inside and search for it before your nose wrinkles when you look at the price . “oh lord, that’s like a month of groceries…”

a looming presence stands behind you, making you nervous.

“you like this?” katsuki rumbles above you.

“huh? oh yeah, but it’s too much for me.”

“get you size then hand it to me.”

“huh?” you stammer. “n-no i can’t let you do that.”

“consider it a birthday present.”

you reluctantly look through the options and thankfully find the size you always wear. “i should try it on first. these things usually run small.”

“i’ll be out here waiting for you. what size are you? i saw something else i thought you’d like.”

you tell him and he hums, wordlessly walking off.

“how’s it going?” mina whispers after witnessing the scene.

“he’s so…weird.”

“weird how?” 

“i dunno, just weird. not bad weird though. he’s different than what i’m used to.”

“different is good sometimes. he seems nice based off of what eiji told me but he just looks mean on the outside.”

“very mean,” you mutter and look at another dress. “we’ll see.”

you’ve never really been a fan of shopping. more likely to just buy stuff online and hope it fits and if it doesn’t just send it back. so you’re exhausted after just two hours of looking through different stores.

“my feet hurt,” you whine. “i shouldn’t have worn wedges today. mina can we go home?”

“we still have like five more stores.”

you whine louder.

katsuki comes back with a long-sleeved dress and notices your irritation. “you okay?” 

“my feet hurt and i’m tired.”

“how about you sit outside. i’ll buy the dress and i'll meet you there.”

“okay,” you hum, stepping out and looking for the nearest bench. you see some empty ones around a little kakigori stand and buy some.

“strawberry for the pretty lady,” the cashier grins. “i put a little extra something on the side.”

“hm?” you hum, look at the side of the cup and notice a number written onto the sparkly paper. “oh…thanks.”

you sit and eat some of the ice, feeling a little awkward about the unsolicited phone number. but he is cute. maybe you’ll text him later and see what happens.

katsuki comes out of the store with a small bag of clothes and sees you eating your treat while darting your eyes between it and the guy behind the kakigori counter. ‘what the fuck is going on…’

the guy comes over to talk to you, making you laugh slightly at something he says before he hands you a small piece of paper and goes back to the stand.

katsuki comes over and turns his head at the smell of horny alpha. ‘ew.’ “you feeling better?”

“i am, thank you,” you smile.

katsuki side eyes the alpha who shrinks into himself and scurries off. rolling his eyes, he sits next to you and looks at your food. “how much was that?”

“700¥.”

“what size is that?”

“a small?”

“700 for a small?! that’s not worth getting up for. y’mind sharing with me?”

“oh, um, but i only have one spoon. let me ask for another one.”

“we can still share.”

you chew your lip. “that’s not very sanitary.”

“it’s not like we’re sick or anything. just hand over the spoon,” katsuki sighs.

“the doctor in me says germs are everywhere…”

“and the not doctor part?”

you think for a moment, then hand him the spoon. “i might as well let loose a little on my birthday.”

“good,” katsuki grins and scoops some of the ice. “is this strawberry?”

“it’s my favorite,” you smile.

“mine too.” he noms the scoop, licking over his lips and fangs. 

you clear your throat. “i never asked what you did outside of owning the club.”

he passes you the spoon and rubs his chin. “i used to model for my folks but i got bored of that. but i’d say the clubs are all i do.”

“is there any other stuff you’re interested in?”

“i don’t know really. the clubs are interesting and the business is good.”

you hum and eat some of the kakigori. “so it’s just business with you?”

he searches his mind for something else. “i like to cook.”

“are you any good?”

“all the food served at the clubs are my recipes.”

“ooh. i didn’t try any but hopefully one day. i’m not a good cook, which is ironic since i love to eat.”

“i could teach you,” he offers.

“really? i don’t want to be a bother,” you mumble.

“you’re not being a bother trust me. just let me teach you the basics.”

“i’d like that.” you smile and his alpha preens proudly.

he glances at the piece of paper and sees it’s a number. when you’re not paying attention he slides it over to himself and crumples it up.

“totes cute,” camie comments from where she’s watching with mina and eijirou.

“i’m happy for him,” eijirou smiles. “so manly.”

mina playfully rolls her eyes at eijirou before smiling at you while you share shaved ice with katsuki. “they have to get together. she always messes up relationships cause of her anxiety.”

“uh mina, kat has anxiety too. he just doesn’t show it as often.”

“really? they’re both perfect for each other then.”

*

eijirou helps load the bags, and mina who’s finally tuckered out from those drinks, into your car.

“i had a great time,” you smile at camie. “we should hangout more often.”

“ohemgee, we should! you can totally come to my place whenever and we’ll have so much fun. also, happy birthday,” she grins, handing you a small bag from tiffany’s.

“camie, you didn’t have to,” you gasp.

“but i did. you’re welcome. inasa said he’s gonna pick me up so i’ll see you two again, okay?”

you nod and give her a hug. “thank you.”

you walk over to katsuki and smile up at him as he playfully raises an eyebrow.

“what is it?” he scoffs softly.

you take out a packet of tissues from your purse and wipe his mouth. “you got syrup on you, katsuki. today was fun. whenever you’re free, you can teach me how to cook like you said.”

“sure, tiny.”

“i’m not tiny, you alphas are just big for nothing.”

“you’re small to me, tiny. you’re practically fun-sized,” he chuckles as your chubby cheeks puff up. ‘cute.’

“can we gooooo?” mina groans from the passenger side. 

“i’m coming, relax. bye katsuki.” you wave.

he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you do with a little amusement. some of his scent from the gland on his wrist rubs off on your sleeve.

“later, tiny.”

“bye, giant,” you scoff before walking back to your car and driving off.

a few minutes after you and mina leave, camie squeals and shakes katsuki’s arm. “you like her~” 

“i’ve only known her for two days.barely two days, a day and a half at most.”

“babe i can tell you like her. my crush meter is never wrong!”

katsuki scoffs and walks to his audi. “whatever. let’s go, shitty hair.”

“bro we can’t just leave camie,” eijirou protests. “that’s so unmanly to leave a lady by herself.”

“good thing you’re with her then.” katsuki enters his car and starts the engine.

“you’re not seriously leaving me here are you?!”

katsuki gives him a look.

“bro!”

“so not cool,” camie pouts.

“fine. get in the car so we wait. i don’t feel like standing and waiting for that bald headed bastard.”

eijirou and camie stifle their laughs. “bro, you’re bald too.”

“i’m not bald. it’s a buzz cut, shut up.”

“i can see your scalp, babe.”

“i’m blond! of course it looks like this.”

“if you say so.”

over the next week, you and katsuki have been texting each other a lot, sharing recipes, and getting to know each other. throughout the week, he’d have someone deliver food to you for lunch under the claim of wanting you to eat right while being busy. the food was amazing, and you’d tell him every time after you eat the dish. monday, he made you kushiyaki, tuesday, it was gyoza, and wednesday, the delivery man comes as usual and meets you outside the hospital but he comes empty handed. he also looked a little different. taking off his hat, he revealed himself to be katsuki.

“katsuki!” you gasp. “hi.”

“hey tiny. i like your getup.”

“it’s a lab coat,” you huff. “what did you bring today?”

“nothing, i’m taking you out for lunch.”

“what, are you serious?”

“yeah, let’s go before your lunch is up.”

“ i can’t go too far but there’s this yakisoba vendor just around the corner.”

katsuki bends his elbow for you to slide your hand into, he rumbles when you do and bleeds happy alpha pheromones into the air. your cheeks heat up, and you suppress a purr as you walk.

the yakisoba is delicious. you happily eat it, blissfully unaware of katsuki watching you.

“yours looks yummier than mine,” you complain half-heartedly and point your chopsticks at his packet.

katsuki tilts it and smiles softly when you twirl your stick in it and take some. you hum and fan your face, swallowing the bite. “spicy. very spicy. oh my god.”

“can’t handle the heat?”

“i like spicy food, i just wasn't prepared.”

“whatever you say, tiny,” katsuki chuckles and hands you the coke he’s drinking.

“thank you,” you hum, drinking some of his soda before eating more of your noodles. 

katsuki walks you back to the clinic after lunch, stopping at the entrance.

“i’ll see you soon, tiny.”

“i hope so. thank you for lunch.”

your genuine smile makes his alpha preen and starts rumbling.

“whatever, you don’t have to be so soft about it.”

“im just being polite but, okay.”

you save at katsuki as he starts walking down the block, your omega swooning a little as you go back to your office. 

“someone smells happy,” mina comments when you walk into the apartment. “did you see another cute baby?”

“yes but that’s not why i’m happy,” you hum and kick off your shoes. “katsuki came to see me for lunch.”

she looks up from her laptop. “oh?”

“yeah. he was really nice and we ate yakisoba.”

“so you went on a lunch date~”

“we did,” you squeal and plop onto the couch next to her. “he’s so cute.”

“you think he’s cute? ooh, bestie has a crush!”

“mina stooop,” you whine, hiding your face in a throw pillow.

“next thing you know he’ll ask you out on a date, then he'll be your boyfriend!”

“no way. an alpha like that is not going to date a paediatrician.”

“he seems pretty interested in you already. who knows, it might go well. so are you going to spend your heat with him next week?”

you gasp, scandalised. “no! he has better things to do and im still too nervous,” you pout.

“you gotta be confident and put yourself out there bestie! he might even say yes!”

“i dunno…”

mina loops her arm over you for a hug. “you’ll get it.”

next week, you took your mandatory week off from work. the first few days aren’t so bad; just hot flashes, hunger, and horniness.

mina gives you as much space as you want but brings you food and water.

on the third day, you turn around in your nest, whimpering loudly. 

you moan in pain as you get another cramp, your fingers not enough to ease the pain in your pussy. your eyes settle on something pink hanging from the laundry basket, your scent mixed with something sweeter catching your nose. standing up, you pluck the sweater you wore last week and press it to your nose to inhale the smell of burnt caramel.

your eyes roll back as you let out a loud moan. ‘alpha. need alpha,’ your omega whines. 

you blindly reach around for your phone as you rock your hips against your hand.

katsuki finishes loading the dishwasher, pressing the button to start the cycle.

his phone buzzes in his back pocket as he opens the fridge to grab water before after morning workout.

y/n(tiny omega) is calling…

katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees the contact. ‘oh shit.’

rushing up the stairs, he shuts the door to his room and sits on his bed. “hey tiny.”

on the other end, you let out a cross between a keen and a moan.

“tiny? you okay?”

‘alpha. need you,’ you whine. ‘miss you.’

“y/n, are you okay?”

‘no, hurts too much,’ you whimper. ‘want you.’

‘she’s in heat. i can’t just hang up on her,’ katsuki thought to himself.

“i’m here omega. it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbles as you whimper softly. “imagine i'm there with you, ‘mega. spread your legs for me, can you do that?”

you whimper out a yes and spread your legs a little wider.

“good girl. lemme know how you're feeling, okay?”

you whimper into the phone and start rubbing your clit. ‘alpha.’

“you're touching yourself aren’t you? what’s running through that pretty head of yours?”

‘you, alpha,’ you keen.

“yeah?”

‘mhm,’ you hum into the phone.

“what would you let me to do to you, pretty girl?”

‘anything,’ you pant. ‘whatever you want.’

katsuki fishes out his dick, languidly stroking himself. “what’re you wearing?”

his phone buzzes again.

y/n(tiny omega)

>>{image}

katsuki opens it and sucks in a breath when he sees the picture of you from the neck down in the familiar loose pink sweater and nothing else, the collar loose enough for him to see the swollen scent glands shiny with oil.

“fuck, you look so hot,” he groans softly, stroking himself.

you whine on the other end and press two fingers into your slick hole. 

‘do you have a heat toy?’ he asks you.

blearily you pull your fingers from your pussy, your omega whining at the loss, and open your bedside drawer to take out a purple and pink jelly, knotted dildo you bought ages ago to help with your heats. “i do,” you whine into the phone.

‘fuck, change the call to face time, pretty girl. i wanna see you.’

you roll onto your back, contemplating if you should. ‘need alpha,’ your inner omega whines.

you tap the button on your phone and set the phone at the head of your bed while you wait for him to switch the call. you softly rock against the toy and whine softly before it finally connects.

‘you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. you wish it was me, don’t you?’ he chuckles, groaning as he fists himself a little faster. ‘you wish it was me stuffing you full right now, pretty girl? show me how you like it.’

you lay on your side and bend your knee towards your chest, giving him a full view of your front. you reach behind your thigh and press the dildo to your hole, sighing in relief when it’s buried up to the knot.

“wish you were here, alpha,” you whimper as you rock against the toy before slowly withdrawing it. katsuki sees the thick, shiny, slick clinging to the toy and your hand, and licks his lips.

‘holy shit, you’re soaked, pretty girl,’ katsuki groans as he starts bucking into his hand. ‘keep going, just like that.’

you swallow thickly, gathering up the courage to ask him to move the camera. “can i see you? please?” there’s some desperation behind the question, how you breathlessly beg for him to show his dick. the sound of your whimpers fill his ears, riling up his alpha. 

katsuki flips his camera around, showing his hand wrapped around himself, his cock, shiny from the precum while his knot was starting to swell from seeing you like that.

‘alpha, you’re so big,’ you gasp from your end before moaning when the dildo ghosts over your g-spot.

“yeah? is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”

‘i’ve never seen an alpha’s dick before…only betas,’ you admit shyly.

“oh yeah? well what do you think?”

‘you’re so thick, katsuki.’

“call me katsuki again,” he groans as you keep thrusting the toy in and out.

‘i want you katsuki. you and your knot, alpha,’ you whimper and smell your sleeve again to imagine he’s there. ‘fuck.’

“what was that?”

‘my sweater smells like you, alpha. you smell so good.’

katsuki squeezes his knot, trying not to cum. he exhales loudly, his voice tight as he fights off his orgasm.

‘wish you were here, katsuki,’ you whine and push the toy deeper inside you. the fake knot catches your sore rim. ‘you’d treat me so well. you’d be such a good alpha. you’d be the best sire to anyone’s pups.’

“shit, pretty girl, you can’t just say things like that,” katsuki groans as he tries to hold back.

‘but it’s true,’ you moan. ‘anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate.’

“even you, pretty girl?”

your eyes widen as the words slip from his mouth pushing you over the edge. ‘fuck!’

katsuki watches as the knot disappears between your legs as you buck wildly. ‘shit that was hot,’ he thinks.

you whine into the phone and look into the camera. ‘katsuki?’

“hmm?”

‘i wish it was you, instead.’

katsuki’s eyes roll back as his nose scrunches up, his groans echoing throughout his room. “fuck.” his knot pops, pulsing as his dick spits cum all over his abs and hand.

‘alpha?’ you call out from the phone. ‘alpha are you still there?’

katsuki flips the camera so you can see his face. “i’m still here, pretty girl. don’t worry.”

you start to whine and whimper, your omega disappointed in the fake knot. katsuki hears the door open and some footsteps.

“whew. you’ve been busy,” mina exclaims and taps your shoulder. “uh oh. this is why i told you to get a heat partner.”

katsuki’s alpha growls at the sight of someone else touching you when you’re so vulnerable.

“bestie, who’s—shut up, you didn’t! i’ll go get some rags and some food for you but i’m so happy! she’ll be out for a couple hours.”

katsuki watches the beta give you aftercare, growling when she reaches between your legs to take out the toy. you whine and grab her arm. “knot!”

“it’s okay, you can use it later. you’re such a good omega.”

you purr at the praise, letting go of mina and resting your head on the pillow with a blissed-out expression.

mina picks up your phone. “i’ll let her text you later. byeee~” she sings and hangs up. katsuki stares at his home screen for a moment, then becomes hyper-aware of the cold cum on his stomach and hand. “ew.”

katsuki goes into his bathroom and takes a shower before opening his window and changing into a clean pair of boxers and sweats.

walking inot the living room, he passes eijirou while making his way towards the kitchen.

“damn, bakubro,” eijirou calls out. “what’s got you all worked up?”

“nothing. i’m just getting something to eat.”

“you stink.” he waves his hand in front of his face for effect. “is your rut early?”

“mind your business, shitty hair!”

“did you get cockblocked?”

“shitty hair…”

eijirou holds his hands up in surrender and goes back to watching his movie.

you wake up sore, the fog of heat a little clearer after an orgasm and a nap. you turn over and see mina sitting behind you with her laptop in hand watching a movie. “mina?” you mumble.

“nice to see you’re awake, bestie,” she hums.

you glance at her sitting on your blanket. “you’re in my nest…”

“i can go if you want me to. i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“how long have you been here?”

“about an hour.”

you sigh and lay back down. “i’m just tired. what happened?”

“apparently you spent an hour long face time call with katsuki.”

“what! oh no no no no no. i probably acted like a horny bitch,” you whine and cover your face in shame. “i’m a terrible omega.”

“what, no you’re not, bestie. you’re a great omega and anyone would be lucky to have you as their mate. and he texted you back.”

she shows you the notification on your phone.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>text me when you wake up

your omega purrs but you shut her up. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“this is a good thing!”

“what if it’s not!” you whine.

“only one way to find out.

me

&lt;&lt;hey

he replies almost immediately.

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>you okay?

me

&lt;&lt;yeah

&lt;&lt;;feeling better

&lt;<i’m sorry for bothering you

&lt;<i probably did sumn weird

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>no you didn’t

>>don’t worry about it

“he’s being so cool about it,” you mumble. “why?”

“almost like he likes you,” mina says and steals a fry from the takeout bag.

“no he doesn’t, does he?”

“he wouldn’t have stayed on the phone if he didn’t.”

“maybe you’re right. hopefully he does like me back.”

“are you saying you like katsuki?”

“i’ve only known him for two weeks, mina. but i think he’s cute,” you say quietly.

“bestie’s got a crush!”

“no, i don’t, shut up!” you whine.

she squeals quietly. “your first actual crush on someone you know in real life and not just instagram models.”

you huff and feel your stomach start to flutter. “i—i should call my alpha.”

mina packs up her things and puts the leftover food on your nightstand. “i cleaned your toy and left it in the drawer. good luck.”

when you’re alone again, you call katsuki and hold your phone to your ear.

‘hey pretty girl,’ katsuki’s voice echoes through the speaker.

“hi alpha,” you smile to yourself.

‘you feeling better?”

you whine and it tells him what he has to know.

‘go get your toy, pretty girl.’

*

two days later you’re coming down from the peak of heat, extremely tired and spent. mina leaves you wrapped up in your blankets with plenty of water, netflix and snacks before going to work.

in the middle of watching inside job, you hear a knock at your front door. you trudge your way over in your self made burrito and open your door. the smell of burnt caramel and smoke hit your nose instantly. “alpha!” you chirp, hugging him and rubbing your cheek on his chest before pulling him inside.

“glad to see you’re feeling better, pretty girl.” katsuki rubs his chin on the top of your head, scenting your bonnet.

you purr contentedly, hugging him tighter. “what’re you doing here? how did you know where i lived?”

“eijirou’s girlfriend gave us your address so i can check on you. i brought food.” he shows you the brown paper bag.

“such a good alpha,” you mumble and pull his free hand. “come into my nest.”

“are you sure, pretty girl. i don’t want to impose on you.”

“i want you to see it. please?”

“all right, lead the way.”

you show him your bed piled high with pink and white blankets and a pastel pink throw. a cat squishmallow sits by your white headboard.

“cozy,” katsuki comments as he sits.

you purr happily as you sit next to him in the nest. “what’d you bring?”

“omurice.”

“that sounds yummy,” you chirp and tug the front of his shirt. “can you take this off so i can put it in my nest?”

“you want my shirt?”

“mmhm.”

katsuki chuckles as he removes his shirt and adjusts himself so he lays on his side. “is this better?”

your eyes trail along his torso, ogling his large pecs, slight six pack and the full sleeve on his right arm and pec. “yeah.”

you tuck the shirt under your pillow and lay down so he’s spooning you and can see your computer screen.

“what show is this?”

“inside job. the guy that made gravity falls is a producer.”

“mm,” he rumbles and rubs your hip. “never heard of them.”

you giggle at the feeling and watch the episode, letting the conspiracy jokes flow through your ears.

“is that a half dolphin half human man?” katsuki mumbles.

“yeah, he was in some military testing and it went wrong, but it’s funny.”

“you’re weird sometimes, but it’s cute,” he mumbles as he presses his nose to your neck. “and you smell so good.”

your omega preens but you choke up, suddenly freezing as katsuki’s rough tongue laps against your skin.

katsuki groans as he tastes your butterscotch scent, his hips rutting against your ass.

you turn your neck enough to face him. “katsuki, i don’t want to go all the way during my heat…”

“that’s okay,” he rumbles. “i won’t push you.”

“you’re so sweet,” you purr, tilting your head back to smile up at him. “but…we can do other stuff if you want.”

“like this?” katsuki whispers as he leans in and cups your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before laning in and kissing you softly.

you turn around and lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

katsuki rumbles softly as he cups your face, deepening the kiss.

“alpha?” you murmur as you pull away.

“mhm?”

your scent flares a little with post-heat heaviness.“need you.”

katsuki’s pupil dilate at the change in scent. ‘holy shit.’ “you sure, pretty girl?” he mumbles as you stare up at him.

“please?”

he kisses your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your scent gland. his hand slips your sleep shorts off and your legs open on impulse. his alpha rumbles loudly but he knows your heat is the one talking.

“where’s your toy, pretty girl?”

“drawer,” you whine, tilting your head allowing him to nose more against your scent gland. you cling to him while he stretches his arm to your drawer to take out the dildo.

you whine when you see the toy, pulling his sweatpants. “knot!”

“can’t give you the real thing yet pretty girl. not when you’re like this,” he coos, kissing your forehead.

you whine and paw at his sweats. “alpha.”

“i’m sorry but i’m not taking advantage of you like this.”

you whine and you try rubbing your ass against him.

“no, y/n,” he sighs, gripping your hips so you stop. he adjusts both of you so he sits on his knees between your legs while you lay on your stomach. “i’ll still help you.”

he leans over you and allows you to inhale his scent. your hips buck up against him, covering his sweatpants with slick.

“easy, pretty girl. i’ll give you what you want.”

rubbing the dildo along your hole, he taps it a couple of times on your clit before slowly pushing it in.

“oh fuck, alpha!” you whine as you buck your hips.

“i’m right here, y/n. y’like that don’t you,” he whispers as you moan into your pillow.

his eyes focus on the way the dildo easily glides out of your cunt, slick starting to drip down and wet his fingers. the air is thick with your scent with the lingering heaviness of heat but not as strong as a few days ago.

your hands grip the blanket next to your head.

“is it too much for you, pretty girl?”

“more,” you whine. “please.”

“faster or harder, omega?”

“yes,” you whimper, arching your back more.

katsuki places a hand on your lower back as he moves the toy at your request and leans over you, kisses behind your ear. “you’re such a good omega, y/n.”

you choke on a moan when you cum, whining into your pillow. your hips cant backwards against the toy. “alpha, knot me please!”

katsuki pushes the toy ask the way inside you with a soft pop, grinding the tip of it into your g-spot to draw out your orgasm. your body falls flat on the bed, knees and arms weak but your omega is satisfied.

“good girl,” he whispers, rubbing your sides and kisses your cheek. “you stay here, i’ll go get your food and some water.”

you whine at the mention of katsuki leaving. “nooo,” you mumble. “alpha stay.”

“just relax. imagine this is my knot.” he wiggles the toy and you sigh. ‘it’s not as big but it’ll do.’

katsuki kisses your temple and walks out of the room to get the omurice he made. ‘dammit it’s fuckin’ cold. i might as well just remake her food.’

about ten minutes later, katsuki comes back in with two plates of food. “you awake, pretty girl? y/n?” he calls out as you groan softly.

“alpha?”

“there she is. i brought you food.”

he places a plate on the other side of the bed then goes into your bathroom looking for a washrag so he can clean you up.

once he’s done he helps you sit up and sets you upright, draping an arm over your shoulder while handing you the plate of food. “eat up, pretty girl. can’t have you starve during your heat.”

“such a good alpha,” you mumble with a dased expression. 

katsuki chuckles softly and scoops a piece of egg and rice up. “y/n, you gotta eat. open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you rest your head on his shoulder and open your mouth. “ahh,” you groan softly.

“you want me to feed you?” he chuckles after you take the first bite.

“no, i can—i can do it,” you mumble, reaching for the spoon. “this is good.”

“i know,” he chuckles as you drowsily feed yourself. 

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“aren’t you gonna eat?”

“not right now, i’m worried about you.”

you pout as you look up at him and scoop some of your rice and move it towards his mouth. “eat.”

“it’s not for me, y/n. thats yo—”

“no, eat.”

he takes a bite, chewing as you take your own bite.

“yay,” you hum taking your own bite before feeding him again. you squirm happily and keep doing this until you finish your food. “oh, there’s no more…”

“are you still hungry?”

“no. can we cuddle some more?”

he takes the bowl away and puts it on the nightstand. “sure.”

you turn around and rest your head on katsuki’s chest. your omega purrs happily at the closeness. “katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“thank you,” you hum.

“no problem, tiny.”

mina returns in the late evening and sees the pair of slides by the door. your scent is in the air but mixed with another.

“y/n? i’m home. who’s car is by the curb?”

mina doesn’t get a response. 

“y/n?”

she knocks on your door before peeking her head into your room, instantly holding her nose as she smells yours and katsuki’s heavy intertwined scents with an undertone of sex.

she peeks into your room and sees you wrapped up in your blanket burrito next to katsuki sitting up on your headboard. your head is on his chest while you sleep and he watches netflix. “oh, you two have been busy,” she chuckles. “hi bakugou.”

his head perks up at the sound of the door opening. “you saw nothing,” he glares.

“how is she?”

“satisfied. we didn’t do anything so don’t get any ideas.”

you let out a small snore and shift closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest and purring from his scent.

“i wasn’t worried about that. i’m glad you care about her,” mina smiles as you purr quietly.

“yeah yeah. go tell your boyfriend i’ll be late tonight.”

“i will,” she giggles.

“and don’t go making it a big thing!” he hisses.

she will.

katsuki gently shakes you awake after you’ve been asleep for an hour. “i’ve gotta go, tiny.”

you pout and stop your omega from whining. “do you have to?”

“i’ve gotta go to work tonight, so yeah. i wanted to ask you something before i go? are you free next saturday?”

“saturday? mm, i have a shift but i could sacrifice my day off for a free saturday. why?”

“i wanna spend time with you. my parents have a show that day then i could take you out for dinner.”

“katsuki, i’d like that,” you smile as he looks down at you. he grabs the shirt but you grab the other end. “can i keep it?”

“i have to wear a shirt, tiny.”

you look up at him with big pleading eyes, bottom lip wobbling. katsuki relents and lets it go. “fine. you can keep it.”

“yay!”

“alright, i’ll see you then, pretty girl,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek before climbing out of your bed.

you watch him walk out of the room and swoon softly. “bye…”

the front door shuts and immediately, mina rushes in, flopping onto your bed. “tell me everything. he didn’t take advantage of you during your heat did he?”

“no.” your eyes dart to your drawer. “he didn’t. he was really nice and helpful, he even made me omurice.”

“anything else?”

“we watched netflix together and cuddled. he asked me out on a date for next saturday. now i just have to find something to wear…”

“i have just the thing!” mina squeals. 

“i don’t want anything short! mina your clothes aren’t my style.”

“mmm, nevermind. ooh, what about that outfit you bought when katsuki went with us to the mall?”

you think about the pink plaid shirt sitting in the back of your closet with the long-sleeved white shirt. “i would but i don’t want to mess it up.”

“girl, this is the first date you’ve had in ages. wear the skirt.”

“okay okay. i will. now leave, i wanna do…stuff.”

“uh huh. have fun,” mina snickers before walking out and closing the door behind her.

you fish out the shirt from under your blanket and bring it to your nose, shuddering slightly. ‘alpha.’

eijirou hears the front door open as he’s getting ready in his room and peeks out. “hey bakubro. where’s your shirt?”

“don’t worry about it.”

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Daddy’s Little Baby🧸

MafiaClubOwner!Bucky x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Naive reader, sexual language, tries of sexual assault, explicit language, Dom Bucky, club setting, drinking.

daddy’s little baby series

Natasha gripped your hand as you two made your way towards the line of the club. But not just any club, the most exclusive one in your city. Story’s went around, story’s about dangerous people who did dangerous things. People who were frequent fliers at this club.

“We’re gonna have so much fun tonight bitch! I’m gonna get you drunk as hell!” The red head promised, taking out her id to show the bouncer. You showed your id as well, not letting go of your friend as she continued dragging you inside.

“N-nat this isn’t really my setting.. I don’t know if I wanna get drunk.” You were known to be the shy friend, the friend who hasn’t really lived, but you were content with that.

You kept to yourself, never really had a boyfriend, never really went out much, let alone to huge clubs like this.

“Cmon babe, you gotta live!” Was all Nat said before the two girls found an empty circular booth.

Throughout the night she ordered more and more shots, slowly the booth became full. Random men trying to flirt with you two, trying to get you guys drunk. While Nat loved it, you just sat there, sipping on a watered down margarita. Not paying any attention to the men next to you.

Suddenly a hand trailed up your tiny dress. You were quick to slap it away.

“N-no thank you.” You mumbled, never being touched like that before, and not wanting to now.

But he didn’t listen, and again his hand went on your knee. Slowly making its way up. “I said no!” You raised your shy voice, slapping his hand away and scooting closer to your redhead friend.

“Hey she said no dick bag!” Natasha yelled at the pervy man next to them.

“Why don’t you mind your business bitch.” He scoffed at your friend, before both his hands went to violate your body.

You pushed and shoved and squirmed to try and get out of his grip.

“No! Get off!” You yelled.

Suddenly a larger voice then your own, deep and coming from in front of the booth. A handsome brunette man in a suit. Tattoos up and down one arm, and what seemed to be metal on his other.

“Hey Josh! The lady said no! Get the fuck off of her!” His metal arm reached forward, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him harshly out of the booth.

Pushing him to the ground before harshly landing a kick to his stomach.

Josh, apparently his name was, scrambled to get up and quickly ran towards the nearest exit of the Club.

You put a hand on your heart, breathing in and out harshly. Not seeming to be able to catch your breath.

“You okay doll?” The man asked.

“She’s having a panic attack, you good babe?” Nat asked trying to comfort her shaken up friend.

Suddenly the man who had helped you scooped you up bridal style. Looking like a child in his arms considering he was a huge man.

“I got her, if you need anything talk to the bartender. Names Steve, he’ll help you with anything you need.” He told Natasha, watching her nod in understanding before he took the panicking girl into a room.

The room had ice buckets with fine wine in them. The biggest t.v you had ever seen. And nice leather couches.

The man had sat down, you in his lap.

“Calm down doll, just breath. In and out.” You tried listening to him, small hands gripping his large biceps as you breathed in and out slowly.

Your heart rate slowing down as you finally caught your breath.

“T-thank you I was so scared..” You admit, finally getting a good look at this man’s face. God he was attractive. And you were sitting on his lap, having a panic attack like a freak.

“Josh is banned from here, he’s a perv who puts hands on women who don’t welcome it. I don’t know how the hell he snuck it. I’m sorry baby.” His tattooed hand came up to caress your face gently, wiping away a few tears you have let fall from your pretty eyes.

Bucky watched with amusement at your reaction from his simple nickname, watching you shyly hide your face as you blushed.

Little did you know Bucky had been watching you all night, even before Josh had made his way into your booth. He waited for him to be a dickhead before making a move to be your night and shining armor.

He couldn’t help but wonder how a shy, innocent girl like you had made way into his club.

“I’m Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” He watched as your face contorted into realization.

Everybody knew who he was. His name. Usually his face but apparently you didn’t.

“You own t-this club.. and you’re a bad guy..” You say, referring to the fact that he’s in the Mafia.

He shook his head, gentle thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek.

You couldn’t help but lean into the touch. For someone who you heard such bad stories about, he saved you tonight, and helped you get through your panic attack.

Even after all of that he still sat here, wasting his time on you. Comforting you.

“Is that what they say? I’m a bad guy?” A playful smile spreads on his lips, watching you sniffle. God he found you so cute, you were so perfect, he couldn’t help but just want to take care of you. He needed to have you.

“You hurt people..” you mumble, averting his eyes.

He grabs your chin with his cold metal fingers. Watching you shiver at the feeling.

“Only people who deserve it. Never someone like you. Never this precious face.” He let his hand fall on your waist, trailing down slightly to squeeze your hip. “Never this precious body.”

You shiver, the touch of his hand actually being something you welcome.

“Give me your phone.” You tilted your head, not sure what his plan was.

He took the device from your hands, tapping his number into the screen. Sending himself a message so his phone will already have your number.

Suddenly a blonde man, comes in behind a feisty red head woman.

“I’m taking my friend and we’re leaving!” She grabbed your wrist and tugging you off his lap. Bucky sent a look to the Blonde, who was named Steve, his best friend. and the bartender at the club.

“B-bye Bucky!” You call out, turning to wave at the man who you had helped you tonight.

Not noticing Nat turning to Steve winking at him and mouthing the words ‘call me.’

Steve blushed, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

Bucky was okay with you leaving, because he knew he would see you tomorrow. Being in the Mafia had many perks, like being able to find someone’s address just by their phone number.

“See you later, doll.”

part two here

[wildskissed]

@dxnse-macabre gets our rockstar!au starter

Finding a way to unwind, was one of the things that Eve looked forward to after a long day at work. She loved her job, but every once in a while she needed something else, and tonight felt like a sign. One of her favorite performers was playing, so she had dolled herself up a little and headed out, getting familiar with the bar before the screaming happened and the lights dimmed.

The moment Astarion's voice floated through the microphone, Eve found herself getting a little more into the spirit of it all. His voice had a way of caressing all of her senses, which was part of why she had wanted to come see him. She didn't want to think of herself as just some groupie, but she knew all the words to his songs, and at one point had managed to push her way up to the front by the stage. Whether she liked it or not, he had to know from the way she was singing along and smiling up at him that he had a fan...one way or the other.

Eve had come here to let loose, and let loose she did...so much so that by the end of his set, she eventually found herself in the bathroom, having to eat a ginger chew from her purse to keep the alcohol down, heels in one hand. She wasn't used to wearing them too often, and much preferred to be barefoot even though this probably wasn't the most sanitary place. Still, one thing led to another, and she was starting a fight with some guy twice her size, which ended in her landing a punch, him going down, and then a slightly inebriated redhead slipping into the VIP section of the bar, asking the bartender for ice by name.

Realizing Astarion was there with body guards and at least one club bouncer, Eve paused a moment, setting her heels on the bar as she took a seat on the bar stool. "Thanks, Luke," she managed when she got the ice, pressing it to her knuckles before she chanced a look at Astarion. If she said the wrong thing, she was sure one of his bodyguards would usher her out. Only reason they hadn't yet was her acting like she was important, all buddy/buddy with the bartender, but there was a good reason behind that. "You should see the other guy," she told Astarion, flexing her fingers and wincing just a little before she gave him a smile. "You look familiar..." No, Eve, that was not smooth.