#she squeaks when you squeeze her btw

[froztox23]

Ummmmmm new fursona!!!!! let’s go girlies!!!!!!!

Species is felid-adjacent plushie!

[miniimight]

can you write one where mikey tries so hard to hide your relationship but he lets you into toman without you really being all that strong (he just wanted you around) and some members try to hit on you and he teaches them a lesson?

I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!! OMG

HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP ! but some new toman members make it not-so-hidden

with mikey + fem!reader

warnings unwelcome attraction, they corner you and try to force you into a date, a guy puts his hands on you against your will

notes i love this request !! :D i think i went overboard tho lol

mikey was the epitome of attention as the leader of the growing toman. he really couldn't help the fact that emma was known as his sister, but he desperately tried to keep the fact that you were his girlfriend under wraps. couldn't have dumb kids trying to use you against him or get you caught up in gang wars.

every time he dropped you home, you slid off his bike and handed him his spare helmet (more like his only helmet, cuz he didn't wear one).

"bye, mikey." you hummed. "pick me up tomorrow?"

you didn't even have to ask. "yeah." he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the bike handle while the other was held in front of you, palm towards the dusky sky.

you slipped your hand into his and he squeezed it, lingering as if he were contemplating something. you waited patiently.

he was so tempted to pull you back into his arms. who cares about the toman meeting when it meant a few more minutes with you?

he sighed and gave in, pulling you closer to the bike bashfully. he looked shy to ask. he'd never spent much time with you after school as he usually ran with his friends. but this time... he just wanted you close.

"ride with me?" he mumbled. "...again?"

you tilted your head slightly. "but... i thought you were gonna hang out with your friends?"

he tugged you forward, forcing a little yelp out of you as you fell into his shoulder. he hugged you tightly, his voice muffled against your chest.

"we never get to hang out for long..." he said. just this once, and no one will notice. maybe he could introduce you to his close friends this time? "it'll be okay. trust me."

you smiled and climbed on again, clasping the helmet buckle under your chin. "okay."

his bike roared to life, zooming down the streets.

[]

he parked his bike nearby, but far away enough so that it'd look like he walked to the meeting spot. your eyes drank the sight of the crowd down there. you knew who mikey was and what he was involved in, but never actually saw it for yourself.

he pouted. "why do you look so surprised?"

you chuckled. "aw, don't pout. i know you're a hotshot, mikey, but seeing all your guys is a different thing."

"not all of them are my guys." mikey whipped out his phone. "anyways, i want you to meet my sister."

you blinked, whipping your head to face him. he already had the phone to his ear. "now?!"

mikey grinned mischievously. "hey emma? i've got someone here, come to where all the bikes are parked."

after a few minutes, his sister came running up with a groan. "what do you want mikey—oh!" emma's jaw dropped. "a girl?!" she pointed an accusatory finger at mikey. "explain yourself!"

mikey smirked proudly and pulled you closer, his arm strung around your shoulders. "a girlfriend."

"girlfr—?!" emma paced in a frustrated circle. "and you didn't tell me?!"

"yeah, cuz it's supposed to be a secret!" mikey retorted, huffing. "and i know you'd just tell ken-chin or something."

emma gaped at the two of you for a moment. you waved meekly, squeaking a "hi, emma. i'm y/n."

she rushed towards you, clutching your hands in hers. "tell. me. everything."

mikey smiled despite his front of annoyance, ruffling both your heads as he walked by. "come on."

as mikey walked, gang members scurried away to make ample room for their president and the two that flanked him: his sister and who they assumed was her guest. he soon reached the platform where all the captains gathered. his crew looked more curious than confused at your presence.

"oi, emma," draken narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the first to pipe up. "you can't just bring whoever you want to these things."

emma opened her mouth to retort, but mikey nudged her side. that was enough to make her revise what she was going to say. "whatever."

you, on the other hand, were confused, thrown into a whole new environment that you knew nothing about. seeing all these violence-prone tough guys made you feel so small and weak.

mikey observed you as your eyes nervously darted across the crowd of toman. he leaned towards you to whisper while his friends were occupied by a chatty emma, his hair brushing against your ear. "just stay where i can see you and you can see me."

"so, at the front?" you gave him a skeptical look.

"wherever you want, i just wanna see your face." he smiled, eyes closed. heat rose to your face as you cast your gaze elsewhere. dork.

you and mikey were pulled from your own little world when emma huffed and puffed at draken.

"ugh, this is boring anyway!" emma turned on her heels. "come on, y/n!"

"oh! okay..." you blinked and gave mikey a parting glance.

the boys watched the two of you race down the steps.

draken scoffed, standing at mikey's side. "why was that girl looking at you like that?"

mikey smiled to himself, his heart thrumming happily. "dunno. might be in love with me or something."

they all laughed at him. yeah, as if!

"emma, slow down—!" you grunted as you wove through all the boys gathered, ignoring their smirking or curious faces as you desperately tried to keep her flowy blond hair in your sight. but it was dark and the black uniforms didn't help one bit.

you paused, looking around.

you lost her. you cursed and just focused on making your way to the back, being alone around all these weird teenagers didn't sit well with you.

"hey."

the firm grip around your wrist sent chills down your spine. you tugged once in a hopes to slither away but with no luck.

"what're ya doing here?"

you turned to see a group of guys surrounding you. your heart dropped into your stomach. your eyes drifted upwards. you couldn't see over their heads; you couldn't see mikey.

"oh, just hanging out with a friend..." you answered. "i'm gonna go now..."

"hold on, you think we buy that?" the one doing all the talking scoffed. "you're a girl here at a gang meeting, what 'friend' are you visiting, huh?!"

you flinched at the tone, unable to find the words.

"wanna know what i think?" he bent down to look you in the eye. "think you're just looking for attention. what, need a boyfriend, sweetheart?"

you hurriedly shook your hands, staring at them with panic. "no! no, i have one! i have a boyfriend." you hoped that would deter them, you desperately hoped they would leave you alone. your head swiveled around. some were taking amusement in the interaction, others were turning a blind eye.

"really?" he asked.

you found yourself glaring at him, despite the uneven match. "yeah."

the boy paused and surveyed you, his nasty gaze raking over you. his lips curled into a smirk. "ha! why should i believe you?"

you resolve crumbled. you whimpered at the failed attempt to get the fuck out of here which did nothing for your case.

"aw, sad you got found out?" he grinned down at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. "it's okay, we can go somewhere together after this, how about that?"

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "i said i have a boyfriend." who, for all the class he lacked, had way more class than this piece of shit.

that seemed to anger the boy. "quit lyin, we know you ain't got shit."

mikey, please just notice me. you begged silently, hoping for some miracle that'd get you out of this situation.

"did you hear me?" the boy hissed, grabbing your wrists. you gasped and glared at him, pulling against him with all your might. "quit—" he grunted. "cut that out!"

you felt cornered and tears pooled in your eyes. your heart felt almost cold as you let your impulses take over, screaming, "let go!"

mikey was eagerly listening as his captains addressed the gang, but his mind was still looking for you in the crowd. he searched for minutes and still couldn't find anything.

he wilted. was he just a bad boyfriend? not being able to recognize his girl in a crowd?

then he heard murmuring, hushed whispers, before he heard your voice.

"let go!"

his face scrunched and he rose to his feet. let go? who had their hands on you?

he marched to the front of the platform, scanning the crowd with newfound intensity. draken seemed to notice and did the work for him.

"oi!" draken's voice made the gang fall silent. even the guy who acted big froze in front of you. "why the fuck do you have your back turned to your leader when he's addressing you?"

mikey saw a couple boys distance themselves from the commotion, where he saw. anger flared into his body and he itched to beat someone to death.

you were looking at him, completely distraught.

he flew down the stairs, shoving past the members towards you. hatred radiated off him in waves as his eyes never left the sight in front of him. someone—his gang members—were fucking disrespecting you. he felt embarrassed and enraged.

the boy who had pressured you immediately let go. you stumbled backwards before looking at mikey. even now, you didn't know if you should run to him in front of everyone.

your doubts were squashed when he opened his arms. you inhaled deeply. your breath shook as you blinked the tears from your eyes, speedwalking towards him. the silence was killing you. what a reveal, you thought. you didn't care though, just happy to be in mikey's arms.

mikey hugged you tightly, pulling back to observe you for any damage. he ghosted his fingers over your wrists. "did they hurt you?"

you gulped at the menacing edge to his voice. you shook your head. he gave your wrists a soothing squeeze.

the aggressors' eyes flickered between you and their leader.

you smiled sweetly and pointed at mikey, mouthing boyfriend!

they paled.

you grinned. get fucked.

"do you know what you just did?" mikey asked, shrugging off his coat and putting it around your shoulders. he walked past you.

"h-hey... i didn't know—" the guy scrambled backwards, his voice dripping with desperation.

"who cares?" mikey's eyes were cloudy. "even if she weren't mine, are you trying to make toman look bad? if you're gonna be pathetic, do it somewhere else."

the guy took that as a cue to leave, quickly turning around.

"who said you could leave?"

you blinked and he was on the ground, mikey's foot landing gracefully.

"huh?" you mumbled. before you could even process it, he was standing over the other bystanders, holding them by their shirt as he landed punch after punch.

when they were all piles of bones on the floor he stood up, dusting his pants and slipping his hands in his pockets. "you're not welcome in toman. you better not let your faces be seen around here any more or i'll bash your head in."

you pulled the wings of mikey's coat closer to your body. despite the violence, you felt... warm and soothed by mikey's actions.

draken dismissed the meeting and the gang practically ran out of there, eager to get out of mikey's area of impact. the founding members and emma remained.

mitsuya looked sheepish when he asked, "i guess she really was in love with you, huh?"

mikey turned his nose in the air. "of course. why would i lie about that?"

pah scoffed. "do you even know yourself?"

you inched closer to mikey, unsure of your place here. he held you by your waist, reassuring you. your racing heart slowed down, little by little.

"hey." surprisingly, draken looked a little embarrassed, probably because he treated you like some rando when you were mikey's girlfriend. "you... we're not like that brat, okay?"

"yeah, what a disgrace!" pah interrupted, huffing.

"you don't have to be afraid." draken continued, glaring at pah. "just like mikey, we'll look out for you."

you smiled, coming out of mikey's side just a little. "thank you. i'm y/n, by the way."

mitsuya groaned. "oh, now it all makes sense." you voiced a confused hum and he elaborated, telling you that mikey would always go on and on about you. his friends thought you were just a crush of his, and since they'd never saw you they honestly thought you were a figment of his hormonal imagination.

your cheeks burned. "oh... no, i'm totally real."

emma peeked out from behind draken. her eyes were glossy and she sniffed, toddling towards you. "y/nnnn!" she wailed, hugging you. "i'm so sorry!"

you pat her back. "emma, it's not your fault! oh my god. please don't cry!" you looked at mikey for help but he just smiled. that smile faded when he realized that his friends and sister were slowly pushing him outside their little circle, wanting to know everything.

"okay, get off." mikey's demeanor changed in an instant. he slipped in under draken's arm and grabbed your hand, tugging you behind him.

"hey, no fair!" emma exclaimed, running after her brother. "you had her for who knows how long but i can't even get to talk to her for five minutes?!"

mikey sped up, laughing. "she's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"mikey!"

his bright laughter brought a smile to your face. he mounted his bike and made sure you were secure before revving off into the distance, his friends hot on his tail.

you gripped mikey's torso, nuzzling into his back. "thank you."

"don't thank me." mikey replied, quiet. "should've never happened in the first place."

your cheek rested on his shoulder blade, staring at him. his hair cascaded just enough to obscure his eyes from view. "i'm glad i have a strong boyfriend to protect me." you giggled.

his chest puffed with pride. "i am pretty strong."

you rolled your eyes.

"but it's not just us anymore." he turned his head to meet your eyes. "you have a new family, now. and they're all gonna look out for you."

your jaw hurt from how hard you smiled. your heart fluttered. resting your head on his back again, you squeezed him tight.

[]

the peaceful drive soon turned into a competition when the toman captains tried to race mikey down, determined for answers. emma, who rode on draken's bike, was especially vicious.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[gojo-mochi]

thinking about toji sneaking into your dorm room in campus and being so mean and rough making it game too see how long you can stay quite ❤️

SORRY FOR THE SUPE LATE REPLY BTW

HE WOULD BE SO MEAN ABOUT IT; blame you for not keeping quiet while he's pounding you smh.

You even live with a roommate in your dorm, though she’s quick to leave once she sees Toji strolling in. You don’t even know how he manages to sneak in here all the time; it's like no one can see him at all. It was another study night for you, and this time you were alone. Your roommate opted to study at her friend’s place, leaving you lonesome in the dorm. Biting at the end of your pen as your brain tries to make sense of your lecture notes in front of you, you heard the door opening but passed it off as your roommate coming back for something.

The footsteps were a lot heavier than those of your roommates, but your brain was completely fried at this point. Not until those footsteps stopped right behind you and a pair of strong arms started to wrap themselves around your waist. “Hey, doll~” Your boyfriend’s voice purrs directly into your ear, causing you to squeak in shock. He easily pulls off the chair and drags you to your flimsy dorm bed. Your meek protests are quickly quieted by Toji’s lips on you, his tongue pushing its way down your throat as his hands swiftly get rid of your clothes. His mouth latching on to your neck as you try to struggle to keep your shorts on. 

“No panties? Naughty minx, were you expecting me or something?”

You felt Toji smirks against your neck as your shorts were unceremoniously thrown on the ground, leaving your ass bare, his hands groping under your tank top, grabbing at your chest and twisting your hardened nubs. You squirmed and mewled under his grasp, your breath coming out in short bursts as Toji started biting down and sucking on your nape. His long fingers coating themselves in your slick as he rubs them up and down on your pussy. Teasing your clit with tight little circles, your hips bucking up in pleasure. 

“To-Toji! I have-nghh-to studyyyyy.” 

You whined out, though you still leaned your head back, allowing Toji more access to your neck, you even spread your legs wider at the end of your whining. Toji replied by sticking his fingers down on your tongue and nipping at your ear lobe. “Then, I’ll just be quick about it, don’t worry your pretty little head, doll.” Toji shimmy back on the bed, causing it to creak under both his weight. He pulls you back against his chest, palming at your thighs and squeezing a bit with one hand as he pulls down his sweats with the other. As usual Toji came wearing no boxers or briefs this time as well, having his fat cock spring out, rubbing it against your ass. His hand back to spreading your pussy open, callous fingers rubbing in between your folds. “You’re so wet, doll. Waiting for me this whole time, weren’t you?” Toji coos at you, pinning your legs together and lifting you up back against his chest, as he angles his cock forward and places it right under your leaking cunt. 

His thick tip prodding itself at your entrance, smearing it with your cream. His arms locked under your knees as he slowly lowers you straight down on his throbbing cock, sinking and stretching you out little by little. Toji lets out a hiss, “Fuck, still as tight as when I first fucked you.” You whimpered, feeling every inch and veins of Toji inside your walls. It takes a few moments until Toji fully settles himself inside of you, he lets out a loud groan and you scold him. “Tojiiii, do-don’t be so loud, the other students are gonna complain-hahhh-complain again.”

Toji clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not the one that got us in trouble last time, doll. I recalled the complaints being about you.” He bucks his hips into you effectively stopping you from making another retort. Your knees knock together as your legs dangle helplessly from Toji’s hold, your back squishes right up to his chest as Toji starts to bounce up and down on his lap. His cock spears you right in your cervix with each thrust. He was practically using you as a fleshtoy, knees pinned to your chest, your ass bouncing off Toji’s thighs, your cunt making lewd noises mixing in with your moans and mewls. 

“See? Now who’s being loud, huh?” Toji taunts you, freeing one hand to squish your cheeks together as drool starts pooling down from the side of your lips. Already fucked dumb from a few thrusts, your hands clawed at Toji’s bicep as you try to ground yourself back to reality. This just causes Toji to go faster though, your pussy squelching louder and louder with each plunge down. 

“Ah-hah-hahhh! Toji, Toji, Tojiiiii!”

“Aw, Doll. If you keep screaming like that they’ll complain again~” Toji chuckles, not letting up at all, even reaching down to pinch at your clit. You scream out his name, clenching on his cock. Toji purrs, enjoying the feeling, slapping at your clit a few times until your legs was spasming over in his hold. You came hard with a scream to match, tears began to stream down your face. Which Toji happily lapped at with his tongue, his cock still buried deep inside of you. 

“Crying already? Awww, poor girl. That was a loud noise too, do you need me to help you with that?” 

You didn’t answer but Toji took your silence as a yes anyway, opening your mouth and sticking his fingers in as a makeshift gag. He releases your legs and has them flop down over his thighs, positioning you under him now. The bed creaks and groans as Toji makes you lie on your stomach, his free hand bringing your ass back to him and arching your back. His fingers still down your throat as he began to slowly ram into you in this new position. “Let’s try not to make too much noise this time, hmm?

[meowzfordayz]

when you hop on their back — mitsuri, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Author’s Note: feeling silly today hehe. 🤪 Translation: played a lot of Terraria earlier, and should prob go touch grass ~soon. 🥴

when you hop on their back — mitsuri, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: none

Suggestion Fulfilled: can you write one like when u slap their ass but if you just hop on their back and do not let go for the life of you? (love u btw your fanfics are awesome)

~faqs~

Mitsuri’s absolutely delighted ☺️

Def gushes about how cute you are, clinging onto her back as she putters around the kitchen

“Honey, I’m hungry,” you declare, pouting into her neck

“Wanna get down and cook something?” she offers, fondly squeezing your thigh

“No.” 😇

“Okay!” 😁

And w/o further ado, she gets to work cooking you brunch

She’s got one arm locked firmly around your leg, the other doing its best to make eggs, readjusting you every so often to prevent you from slipping off completely 🥺🍳

Occasionally asks if you can grab something for her, leaning over to bring you closer to the spices, and the particular spatula she adores

Lowkey Mitsuri doesn’t even break a sweat (altho you might 😂)

Accepts his fate 

Happily 🥰

“Where are we going?” he asks, grinning from ear to ear

“I dunno,” you giggle, hooking your chin over his shoulder, “To get a snack?”

“Any snack?”

“Sure…” 👀

And that’s how you end up being piggybacked all the way to the corner store, your feet nearly knocking things off the shelves as Kyojuro peruses the options 

“Babe, maybe you should put me down?” you squeak as he deftly catches a bag of chips, breath pushed from your chest from his sudden movement

“No, no, no,” he chuckles, readjusting your position, “I will not let you, or the Doritos, fall!”

Thank gosh you visit the corner store ~regularly (snacks are a must w/ a Rengoku in the household) 😋

Otherwise you’d prob be kicked out by now 💀

Flustered, but not surprised

He 100% heard you coming from a mile away 😂

“My love, what if I drop you?”

“Shh, you would never!” you grin, kissing the side of his head, “You’re the best horsey!”

…

…

And now Giyuu’s conflicted

Should he focus on how warm and soft he feels knowing you trust him wholeheartedly? 🥺

Orrr should he be concerned that you just called him ~horsey? 😭

“Darling?” 💞

“Hm?” 💞

“Never call me horsey again.” 🤠

…

…

“Alrighty.”

He thinks that’s the end of that, until he feels you whisper against his nape, “Not just any horsey, the best horsey.”

You’re very fortunate that his love for you somehow outweighs his sudden and intense urge to buck you off his back

Jokes on you

Tengen mercilessly teases you, and refuses to let you down 🥴

“Awww, are you too tired to walk on your own?” 😃

“Can’t keep up with my strides?” 😎

“Y’know, this ride’s gonna cost you.” 🤑 // “But Tengen, I asked you to put me dow-” 😒 // “Tsk, tsk, you must wait until the ride comes to a complete stop before disembarking!” 🤗

“Keep your seat belt buckled!” 🤓 (seat beat = your arms hung loosely his neck)

“So what’s it like, watching the world go by in a blur?” 😌 // “Tengen, you’re literally strolling.” 😐 // “But I could start sprinting.”🤠  // … // “Please don’t.” 😭

[vannys-pizzaplex-askblog]

"The consequences of failing"

Lers: Miss Circle

Lees: Abbie

(This is completely platonic btw)

"There's nowhere left to run, Abbie~"

Miss Circle chuckled as she busted down the door to the room Abbie was hiding in. The frightened boy stumbled back, his anxiety becoming worse each second as he tried to reason with the angry math teacher.

"W-WAIT!! PLEASE, MISS CIRCLE I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO FAIL! PLEASE D-DON'T HURT ME!"

Miss Circle smirked, taking another step towards Abbie until he was completely against the wall.

"Oh, you poor unfortunate soul..You should've seen this coming~ You already know what happens when a student fails my class~"

Abbie held back a sob, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed himself further into the wall. He was expecting the most painful death imaginable..But he was completely caught off guard when Miss Circle held him in her arms, using her pointy black fingers to dig into his side. He immediately burst out into uncontrollable giggles.

"Eek--! M-Mihihihiss!? Wh-What are you dohohoing!?"

Miss Circle snickered, a playful smirk on her face.

"Giving you your punishment, obviously~ What else am I doing?"

Abbie continued to squeak and giggle, squirming around in Miss Circle's grasp. His face was now turning red in embarrassment.

"Ehehehehehehe! *Snrk!* I-I wahas not expecting thihihis!!"

Miss Circle's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the young man's squeaky giggles. She found it adorable, (in the motherly way, of course).

"That's the point, dear...No one ever expects being tickled by an angry teacher."

She growled playfully, her claws now scratching and digging into Abbie's stomach. This made the poor student become absolutely hysterical.

"W-WAHAHAHAIT! N-NONONO NOT T-THEHEHERE!!"

Abbie squealed, starting to squirm around even more. Miss Circle chuckled loudly, making sure to keep her grip on him strong so he wouldn't get away or get hurt.

"You sure are a sensitive little thing, aren't you? That's precious~"

She continued to tickle his tummy, not stopping for even a second. Abbie whined, grabbing onto her hand and trying to push it away.

"I-IHIHIHI- *SQUEAL!* IHIHIHI'M SOHOHOHORRY-!!!"

He cried, basically begging for mercy at this point. Miss Circle's eyes lit up slightly, stopping her attack but resting her hand on his stomach.

"Sorry for what, darling?"

Abbie took a minute to catch his breath, looking up at the teacher with teary, pleading eyes.

"I-I'm sohorry for- for failing.."

Miss Circle's smirk turned into a grin. She decided to show mercy, but still held him in her arms.

"..I guess I can accept your little apology, dear. But you better promise me that it won't happen again."

She spoke in a rather serious tone. Abbie immediately nodded, covering his stomach in case she decided to tickle him again.

"I-I promise! It w-won't happen again.."

Miss Circle hummed, placing him back on the floor.

"Good. Now let's get back to class."

She turned around, walking back to the classroom. Abbie eventually followed behind her.

[lace-coffin]

could you write something with Bubba Sawyer who's dating a s/o who is chubby(and ftm if that's all right) and they dislike how their body looks. It would be amazing if this included smut.

Bubba Sawyer with a ftm!chubby!Reader who’s feeling insecure (NSFW)

I use he/they/she for bubba in my fics btw!

Both you and bubba were bigger guys, both having a soft layer of fat cushioning your body to paw at and whisper sweet nothings into on warm Texas mornings in bed. You loved Bubbas body, big burly and hairy, thick arms to carry farm equipment and to hold you when you need protecting from the harsh outside world. You wouldn’t change a thing about your partner.

So why couldn’t you extend that love to yourself? It wasn’t like you disliked fat people, your beautiful girlfriend was fat for Christ’s sake, all soft curves and smooth edges you couldn’t keep you hands off so why did you feel so gross about your own body? You adored it on bubba but on you it just all seemed…wrong. You didn’t always feel this way, some days were better than others and you’re working on accepting and loving your body but it’s such a struggle on days like these.

work around the homestead finished for the day you practically jump bubba once he’s kicked off her boots and wiped the sweat from her brow. Squealing in surprise and making a soft ‘oof’ noise from the impact they return the affection, sliding their thick arms around your middle and placing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head. There’s no missing the way you squirm in discomfort, shrinking under his touch and pulling away almost as if burned.

Instantly your partner is checking you over. Did she do something wrong? Are you injured somewhere? are you feelings sick? Placing their hand back onto your stomach they whimper, worrying you might need a trip to the doctor, the nearest one is so far out too..

Giggling a little at their motherly instinct you remove his hand from your stomach, guiding her hand and lacing your fingers together, pressing a kiss to their knuckles.

“I appreciate your concern honey but I’m not sick so don’t go worrying yourself about that”

Bubba lets out a relived breath, glad to know you won’t be needing to be hauled into the truck and driven out of town to the nearest doctor but if that’s not the issue then what..? Cocking their head to the side they sign “please tell me?”. If signs could have a : ( emoji you’re convinced it would be tacked on the end. She looks like a wet cat in the rain, sick with worry.

You sigh and relent, not wanting to admit what you’ve been dealing with but wanting to scare your partner even less. Seeing your reluctance he squeezes your hand in encouragement, prompting you to go on. Taking a deep breath and releasing you start.

“I haven’t been feeling good about my body, I’m usually fine with how I look but right now it just freels…gross. Like my skin doesn’t fit the way it should and my fat is sitting all wrong. I just don’t feel very handsome right now.”

The look that passes over your partners face can only be described as pure heartbreak and confusion. Shes thinks you’re the most breathtaking man in the world so why..? You’ve had bad days sure but never pulled away from him like this.

Seeing the expression plaster itself on their face in time real time makes you scramble to explain.

“It’s nothing you’ve done! I’m just having a shitty day, been feeling weird and out of it…I’m sure I’ll be ok soon”

You’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince bubba or yourself.

Nodding in understanding she signs again.

“How can I help? I love you”

“Love you to big guy! Just uh, do you mind if we hang out in our room today? I don’t really feel up to seeing everyone at dinner.”

Humming in agreement you make your way up the stairs, bubba squeaking out an embarrassed noise as you slap his ass that’s just sitting in front of you. It’s too tempting not to. She doesn’t take that lightly, grabbing you by the waist (once you reach the landing, they’re not trying to break both do your necks.) and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You kick and struggle but you’re easily overpowered, not that you don’t love it, but what’s life without a little fight?

Bubba tosses you onto the bed, giggling at the way you bounce before landing. You spread your arms with an amused look and invite them to join you. Wasting no time he crawls into your arms, mask unfastened and slung to one side. Earlier into your relationship it had taken a lot of trust and work on both ends to get them comfortable enough to unmask around you but now it’s like it never mattered in the first place, you’ve made him feel so loved and worthy without the mask it makes her wonder why she was ever so adamant on keeping it on.

Sweet kisses between the two of you quickly turn heated and rougher, tongues gliding over eachothers messily, muffled moans caught between bitten lips. Thick fingers trail down your body, dipping below the hem of your shirt, teasing the soft plush skin there and asking permission. You wiggle under his hold, the fingers playing with your shirt ticklish, and give them a nod of confirmation. Wasting no time Bubba wrestles your shirt over your head only to be met with your binder, she gives a less than excited groan at the extra layer, signing “arms up”

You snort in response “yes mother” you reply sarcastically.

An unreadable look passed over his face, devolving into a smug smile.

“Mommy?” They sign out

“Hey, whatever you want, cutie” you joke back, helping them tug your binder off and taking a well needed deep breath. Delighted as always his hands fly straight to your plush stomach, grabbing handfuls in appreciation, fingers trailing along the happy trail peaking from your already damp boxers.

Suddenly hit with an idea, your partner pauses, snapping their head up to meet your questioning eyes.

“Can we try something new please? I have an idea..” she signs out shyly

Never one to turn away from a new experience you agree, nodding and squeezing his hand. You wriggle out of your boxers and throw them to the side, they can wait until later.

“I trust you” you smile back, giving them the go ahead to get started on whatever they’re planning. Humming in agreement he takes himself out of his boxers, already hard and happy to continue.

“Well hello to you to” you giggle, giving them a quick stroke, causing them to groan and buck into your hand. Huffing she readjusts herself, you spread yourself open for him and close your eyes, waiting for the delicious stretch of her inside you, but it never comes.

Slipping open your eyes in confusion you let out a surprised yelp as your boyfriend’s thick cock is slapped onto the plush surface of your stomach.

Bubba pauses for a moment, meeting your eyes as to ask for permission to continue their ministrations.

“Go ahead handsome, I’m happy to see how much you enjoy my body.” You smile back, leaning your weight onto your elbows behind you, keen to enjoy the show.

With one final nod he begins to thrust again, wet cock slipping over your soft tummy. The noises from their mouth are downright sinful, little gasps and moans making you squirm in your spot.

“There’s my good boy, hm? Gonna cum for me?” You lull out, a lazy smile on your face.

Your words of encouragement push them over the edge, with one final moan they release onto your stomach, warm and sticky.

“Fuck, you like it that much baby?” You giggle, petting Bubba’s hair, who’s now collapsed onto your dirty tummy in a panting mess. You receive a muffled groan in response. You’ll take that as a yes.

[ohbo-ohno]

Love the idea of freshly kidnapped reader trying to bite soap when he gets too close and he coos at her, squishing her cheeks together ‘til her lips form a cute pout. “That’s cute, do it again and I’ll break your jaw.”

Then proceeds to fuck her in doggy, a foot on her head, a hand on her asscheek - squeezing from time to time and slapping it until she squeaks, and the other hand holding her arms behind her back as leverage.

Ghost just mindlessly scrolling on his phone beside them, not doing anything about their kitten’s little cries. With her arms practically tied up, and head mushed against the wet pillow from the drool of her leaking mouth, there’s no way she’d be able to scratch or bite now.

After Johnny’s rough fucking, darling cries - in need of some loving atp, that’s where Simon comes in. Tells his pup to lube his dick up by sucking it, before entering reader in missionary. Not letting her break eyecontact. He drives himself fully into her, slow but hard thrusts.

“You did this to yourself. Be good, and you’ll get treated nicely. Be bad again, and you’ll experience so much worse.”

Then he makes out with her. Lovingly <3

godddd i really don't write nearly enough mean soap. i write mostly either ghoap or ghoap x reader, and i always soften (for lack of a better word) both of them when i add in a reader, but i do lovelovelove the idea of soap being rougher and meaner with his pretty girl :(

i really do think soap is largely driven by his instincts. he's impulsive, and when he doesn't need to slow down and think, he doesn't. he wants to fuck you, so he does. you piss him off, so he's angry, so he takes it out on your body. he's got no reason to force himself to slow down when you couldn't leave him no matter what he does <3 the only restriction he has is from ghost, and simon's usually pretty willing to let johnny rough you up when you've been bad (it's a good reminder of your place, and simon loves the way you get all huffy and glare at johnny the next day, he thinks you're adorable)

btw im thinking of soap fucking you so hard that he nearly passes out himself, flops to his back next to you panting once he's come down, and doesn't have enough energy to properly suck ghost's cock :/ ghost gets to fuck two limp holes since johnny did all the hard work for him <3

also i loooove dark fics with the abuser actively hurting their victim but saying "it didn't have to be like this, i could've been nice". for some reason i don't care to examine that victim blaming reallyyyyy works for me lmao. ghost cradling you close and going "hush, i know, johnny got mean, huh? i coulda stopped him, y'know. coulda tugged his leash, maybe gotten him a muzzle, but you needed to learn, lovie. needed him to show you how mean he could be, make you see how nice he usually is. you didn't like him being mean, did you? no? i know, lovie, i know, so you're gonna behave now, aren't you?"

[snailmail444]

happy birthday week! (i am late my b). could you either do a fic for maru with her testing out her """inventions""" on the female farmer or just a fic of sam body worshipping his lover?? i eat up your writings btw keep up the good work 💗🎂

The Perfect Subject

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

Just the first one for now! Never written a Maru piece before but I had SO MUCH fun with this idea thank you for the primo concept anon! NSFW under the cut!!

Their bedroom makes a good lab.

Maru’s gone to great pains to make it clinical. Sterile, even. All of their knickknacks are gone—any sentimentality is stripped. Pictures gone off the walls, souvenirs ferreted away to wherever they’ve been stowed. Even the bedding has been swapped from their usual worn quilt and flannel sheets in favor of white-on-white linen.

Folded at the end of the bed is a slip of a medical gown, and her throat is dry as she holds it up. It’s a tasteful black, with loose ties in the back to preserve her modesty until it has to be removed.

She almost wants to look for cameras. They didn’t discuss if it would be recorded or not, but she wouldn’t be surprised if it were. Maru doesn’t tend to leave details to chance when it comes to her research.

It’s cold, she realizes. In only the thin gown, she can feel goosebumps shivering up her arms and her nipples pebbling. That’s definitely atypical. The thermostat must be turned up, cranked—maybe maxed out.

Despite everything nerves begin to squirm in her stomach. Crawl up her throat.

“State your name for the record,” Maru didn’t make any sound when she entered, simply snuck in, and the nerves sting like wasps hearing the cool detachment in her voice

“Anise,” she says, squeaks it really, and when she turns to look at her wife she’s greeted with a placating smile and an unaffected stare. Anise swallows, hard so that it hurts, because she’s wearing a lab coat maybe a size too small in the chest, buttoned up and pushing and squeezing her soft cleavage over the top. She’s got on gloves, tight around her knuckles so that Anise can see the ligaments flexing as she holds her pen and clipboard. Her glasses are perched on the tip of her nose, and she’s staring over them and she’s so, so still. It reminds Anise of the piranhas she’s seen at the aquarium.

“Anise,” she repeats, like she’s making sure she has it right. Like they aren’t married. “Please, make yourself comfortable. We’ll begin shortly.”

She gestures with her pen to the bed, and despite the fact that this is the bed they share every night Anise is stiff as she climbs on top and arranges herself back against the pillows. Too aware of the fact that she’s completely bare underneath the gown.

“Is there anything you might need to be comfortable before we begin? Water, perhaps?”

Anise doesn’t think she could even choke that down, despite the fact that she’s parched. So she just shakes her head mutely, tries to get comfortable even though her malaise is solely mental.

Maru tilts her head, and the hair she’s pressed flat falls like a sheet, glinting in the light when she nods. “Very well,” she jots a note, and then looks at Anise plainly, “let’s begin.”

The bed had been made so immaculately, there was no way Anise could’ve noticed the straps tucked between the mattress and box spring. Maru uncoils each, stalking predatorily around the bed as she looses each restraint.

And then she’s fixing them to Anise, the cool rubber of her gloves alien against her skin as she makes the adjustments. They snake around her skin, too tight on her wrists and thighs. And Maru pulls at each connection to ensure there’s no give.

“Anise,” the name is a command for attention, and Anise snaps to attention instantly. Maru shows no sign of anything at all when she does have Anise’s gaze. “I’m going to remove your modesty gown now.”

Anise wants to be a good subject. “Yes,” she licks her lips to try and smooth the cracks in her tone, “yes ma’am.”

Maru nods once, and then sets about the ties along Anise’s back. Her breasts are dangerously close to Anise’s face, and she can feel her cheeks begin to burn because she can’t make herself look away. Her cheeks begin to burn because she’s out and out staring.

Maru certainly notices, but doesn’t show any sign of it. Simply pulls away and removes the gown, leaving Anise unnervingly exposed.

Her eyes rake across her body once, clinical, sizing up her ties and position and ensuring that everything is as it should be.

“Excellent,” she says, and it’s a comment on her own work and not Anise, but it still washes over her body in a slow roll.

She steps away, not a sparing look into Anise’s eyes, and begins to make a few notes. “How is that? Comfortable?”

It’s not, exactly. It’s too tight, biting especially into the fat of Anise’s thighs, but she nods anyway. Maru doesn’t look up at her, so she speaks, too, “comfortable.”

“Good,” she says, and sets her clipboard aside on their dresser, “allow me a moment to set up the apparatus, and we’ll begin.”

It feels vaguely sinister, and a real sense of danger has cold sweat beading at her brow.

When Maru returns, it’s difficult for Anise to parse what exactly the thing is because it’s held too tightly between her hands.

“What is it?” Her nerves get the better of her, and Maru skews an eyebrow as she glances back up. Annoyed—she looks annoyed by the question. Anise’s legs would buckle were they not splayed open and held in an iron grip.

“That,” she says, “is what we’re determining. I ask that you keep unnecessary questions to a minimum.”

“Yes ma’am,” Anise squeaks, and her body feels tight, tight, tight.

Maru kneels, one knee pressed firmly to the bed between Anise’s. The labcoat stretches against her bare thigh, taught over the skin. “Relax,” she commands. Snaps it, actually, “this might cause a bit of discomfort.”

Anise tries, but the moment she feels the press of silicone against her she’s seizing.

“Anise,” she’s even firmer this time, and Anise tries harder to even her breathing and unwind her muscles. She needs to be a good subject. “May I proceed, now?”

It’s impatient. Impatient because Anise isn’t being good for her. “Yes ma’am.”

The next time Maru tries, she slides the device across her folds delicately, and Anise is surprised at how wet she is, how easily it glides towards her entrance. It stretches her out inch by inch as Maru presses it inside her, fits it in to the point Anise feels so full she wants to cry out.

And then another piece of it fits around, down and against her clit, and nothing happens but it’s snug. Feels like it’s not going anywhere.

“We’ll begin at the low intensity,” Maru stares down at her, at whatever is on and around and inside of Anise, and her eyes are just a little glazed over. “After a period of five minutes, I will incrementally increase the strength until we arrive at the highest setting. Of course,” her eyes snap up and they’re sharp enough that Anise clenches around the toy—certainly it’s some sort of sex toy—and shudders, “you’ll need to announce each time you climax for the duration, and describe the sensations so that I might record them.”

Anise nods because she can’t speak.

“Oh, and of course,” Maru leans forward, bears down on Anise, “you can always opt out with a simple ‘over,’ however it would be ideal if you could complete the entire experiment without interruption.”

“Over,” Anise repeats, looking to confirm, and Maru nods sharply.

“If you say no, or stop, that will not suffice. Overwhelming sensations often confuse the language center of the brain, and cause one to say things they don’t actually mean. Over is the only word that means over, unless I observe enough nonverbal cues otherwise. Tell me you understand.”

Anise is mesmerized, and dizzy, and probably dripping onto the fresh, unsullied bedding. “I understand.”

“Excellent,” she says, and stands, palms a remote. And then she pauses, like she just remembered something. “Oh, and Anise? Try not to struggle.”

The first jolt of it turning on has Anise’s back arching on instinct, a low whine spilling from her throat. She feels like it suctions her clit, stimulating just enough that it almost itches, and she swears that inside of her it’s moving. Like it’s thrusting in and out, even though that can’t be possible.

“If you would, describe what you’re experiencing in detail,” Maru’s in a chair, studying her, her legs crossed over one another and her clipboard perched on her lap.

Anise struggles to reach for words. “It’s like,” she swallows, tries to hold still, “like somebody’s eating me out, and also like somebody’s fucking me. Really gently.”

Maru’s eyes light up, but her expression doesn’t move. Pleased yet imposing. Impossibly turning Anise on even more.

“Noted,” she says, writing on her clipboard. Anise can hear the pen scratching across the page. “I’ll ask you again at the next level.”

The supposed second level isn’t that much higher than the first, really. It feels good, but infuriatingly so. Not good enough, if she’s honest. The sensation squirms under her skin.

She repeats variations on the same response for the first four levels. To the point where she’s agitated and flushed and twitchy. Desperate for more. Needing more.

And then they hit level five, and the sensation multiplies tenfold. It definitely feels like she’s being fucked, and eaten out, and held down, and studied, and she goes from needy to on the precipice of an orgasm in a matter of moments.

“Would you say you’re close, Anise?” Maru’s voice pierces her pleasure like a knife, and her whole body contorts as she comes.

“Ye-es,” she manages to speak over the waves of her pleasure. It quickly lapses into overstimulation as the toy continues, unaffected by her body’s giddy spasms.

She’s panting, trying to catch her breath, but she’s still being pleasured too intensely to think straight.

“Anise,” Maru’s annoyed again, and despite the sensations burning up Anise’s thighs she manages to turn her head and make eye contact. “I was quite explicit in my instructions, no? Or should I be expected to infer it every time you orgasm?”

“No,” Anise stutters, legs trying to jerk in her restraints, “yes—I mean—ah.”

Maru clicks the remote up three times, and Anise is thrown into another orgasm without warning, “com—coming.”

Maru pouts at her, “you’ll behave from now on, won’t you?”

She nods dumbly, feeling another high creeping down her stomach. If she had the presence of mind, she’d say something about scientific integrity and skipping two stages completely.

But they’re past the game now, and Anise is coming again with a wail. She thinks she makes the shape of a word, because Maru’s purring. Preening.

Anise isn’t sure if she spends any time at nine, but she knows when they hit ten. Knows because she goes from crying to screaming, coming so hard she near blacks out.

It happens again, maybe. She’s not sure because she’s blacked out. And then the next time she’s aware, she’s out of her restraints and Maru’s rubbing lotion into the places where the fabric burned.

“Ru?” Anise’s voice is cracked, and she feels the rawness in her throat.

Maru is instantly up by her head, holding Anise to ber chest and shushing her. “No baby, shh don’t try to talk. I’ll get you some water, okay? Just drink.”

She pets Anise’s hair while she drinks, and finally when she’s satisfied Anise speaks again. “Did I do good?”

“So good,” Maru kisses her brow, “the perfect subject.”

[mystwrites]

Hey friend! Would you mind if I ask for lee!Gyomei and lers!tenrenmitsu team? With number 11 (a.k.a “How can someone not be ticklish??”)

Don't pressure yourself! I can wait!

HELLO MY FRIEND!! ofc i will write this!! i love the tenrenmitsu team and gyomei deserves a good laugh from time to time☺️i LOVED writing this btw!!

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“Let’s get him!” Mitsuri whispered, cracking her fingers. “I wanna see Himejima smile!!”

“Yeah!! Look at him, he’s so down in the dumps! Our surprise tickle attack will surely make him laugh!” Tengen added, giving Mitsuri a high five.

“Let’s sneak over to him!” Rengoku added, gesturing for the two to follow behind him.

Ever so carefully, the three snuck up on Gyomei, their steps silent and quick. Gyomei was with Genya and Muichiro, giving them a lesson on whatever it was he was teaching them before the three suddenly pounced, a battle cry escaping. Genya and Muichiro got scared and screamed before running off in opposite directions, Gyomei hardly phased despite being blind.

“Oops…we scared the boys!! Sorry!!” Mitsuri squeaked, feeling bad for the two.

“What is with this??” Gyomei asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to look at whoever was squeezing his sides. “Kyojuro Rengoku? Is that you?”

“Haha! It sure is my friend!!”

“Why are you squeezing my sides?”

“We want to make you laugh!”

“I’m not ticklish…”

Tengen scoffed, his eyes rolling before he dug into Gyomei’s ribs. His face screwed up in shock as Gyomei simply shrugged, no hint of ticklishness on his face.

“W-what?!? How can someone not be ticklish??” he exclaimed, looking at his partners in crime for assistance.

Rengoku went for his armpits, Gyomei not trying to protect himself and not bothering to put an end to their shenanigans.

Mitsuri however stopped, her thumb and index finger rubbing her chin. Deep in thought, she scanned Gyomei’s body to map out all the tickle spots a human could have. So far they got Gyomei’s ribs, armpits, hips and belly. There was no way Mitsuri was going to tell the boys to go for Gyomei’s feet knowing he might kick but the neck seemed enticing.

“Ren, Ten! Lift me up! I wanna try tickle Gyomei’s neck!” she exclaimed, giggling when the two immediately helped her with her task.

Without hesitation, Rengoku and Tengen hoisted her up, waiting for the moment of truth. She gently walked her fingers up and down the sides of Gyomei’s neck before she skittered them all over.

Finally, there was a reaction, a small inhale. Then Gyomei shrugged his shoulders up. Then came the soft huff of suppressing laughter. And just when Mitsuri was about to give up, Gyomei burst into laughter, trapping Mitsuri’s left hand.

“WE DID IT!!!” Mitsuri squealed, her other hand spidering all over Gyomei’s neck and shoulders. “We knew you were ticklish!!”

“I ahaham no…ahahaha!! Stahahahap!! Ihihi’ll get you threehehee back for thihis!!” Gyomei playfully threatened, squirming as Rengoku and Tengen had their turn.

“Yeah, yeah!” Tengen scoffed. “But right now, let’s see if tickling his neck unlocks more tickle spots!”

“Yes!! We shall make Himejima laugh himself silly!!!” Rengoku shouted, squeezing Gyomei’s hips, laughing as the Stone Hashira finally doubled over, allowing the real fun to begin.

[brokenstrings]

Yo could I request breakup headcannons with jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor where their s/o breaks up with them.

Don’t feel like u have to answer if your too busy :)

:rolling over to you in my blanket burrito: tysm for this i was bored hhhh

oh btw can you believe it guys christmas just in two days christmas is in two days woohoo i am so happy about this information /ref

on christmas eve and christmas i’ll try to write something winter themed if i remember to 😭

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor when their s/o suggests they should break up

Jinx

She gets super attached super easily so even if it was for about a week she’ll be super sad when you suggest this

Even if it’s ’lets just be friends’ which is my favorite vocaloid song /j she’ll be really shocked and by this

”Wh- You wanna… Break up with me?”

The voices get really loud, she can’t even attempt to block them out;

”It’s your fault. They hate you. They lied to you. You’re a failure.”

”No no no I’m not, I’m sure it’s not just me shut up shut up SHUT UP!!”

She tries her absolute best to get you to stay, shes crying and grabbing your hand, yelling and pleading

“Please bubs, you’re all I have left… PLEASE!!”

If her convincing works and you decide to stay in a relationship she sits you down with you and talks about if she did anything wrong and how she should change

If it doesn’t work, there’s only a 3/10 chance you’ll be able to salvage a friendship from it, to her; you left her, she trusted you, you broke it

Vi

She loved you a lot, she was the one that suggested a relationship, once you tell her it’ll hurt but she gets it

”Oh… Well yeah, we can split up, can we please stay in touch though?”

She doesn’t want to lose you 100% but she’s okay with just being friends, she has a replacement cupcake afterall :I am pointing at caitlyn: /j

If you do end up wanting to leave her 100% she’ll let you it’s just…

You took away around 4 years of her life and gave her about 5 1/2 grey hairs /hj

Shes emotionally fucked up by you leaving her 100% but if it’s just be friends its only 35%

Vi doesn’t quickly rebound afterward, it takes her about a month to actually get over you then ofc she has to find another cupcake :squeezing caitlyn and she squeaks like a dog toy: like that one /j

She wants to know what she should refrain from doing when you’re friends, wanting to keep you comfortable

”So is there some things I should stop while we’re friends?”

”Excuse me ’while?’”

“Yeah 👦👍”

She still calls you cupcake, she doesn’t care about that unless you say

“Vi istg if you don’t Q U I T T H A T.”

Caitlyn

:i am looking at episode 8: HAHAHAHAHA #SMILETHRUDAPAIN

If it’s a let’s just be friends situation that’s completely different but AHAHAHAH-

If you pull a “oil and water 💔⛓🥀 we r not meant to be cupcakke 😢😔” (im so sorry for this one sentence) she’s devastated

Dude she takes like a whole year to recover it hurt her so badly

Listens to sad Adele, Taylor Swift, and Mitski songs in the shower to cope with it

If it’s just be friends she ju- why is little miss perfect playing which one of you /hj

She thinks of all the memories she has of the relationship and tries to think of things she did wrong, she thinks it’s all her fault

She’s happy to be your friend and is happy you didn’t abandon her though;

”You’d like to just be friends? That’s… Yeah that’s okay, I’m sorry if I did anything to make you really uncomfortable, I swear I’ll be more careful in the future.”

She passively tries to get you two back into a relationship sometimes, like passive flirting

Like one day you’re talking abt your favorite Taylor Swift song or sm idfk and she says

”I‘d like to say that you remind me of last great American dynasty or the 1 maybe?”

”The 1?”

”…Yes.”

If that works she is so proud of herself for that

If it doesn’t end up working and she has to rebound it takes her so long

You’ve already had 2 different partners and then she finally comes up like

“Hey this is my new gf Vi” /hj

Viktor

Man I don’t wanna see him sad :sits link shinji from that one scene of evangelion: /jov

He’s hurt, even if it’s “Wanna just be friends?” He needs some time to process it

”Excuse me? Uhm… I- Heh…”

Once he’s collected he‘ll try to hold back any negative emotion, not wanting to make you feel bad for this

”I see why you want to and I’m fully fine if we separate.”

The second he leaves the room and is alone he’s sobbing to himself

”I can’t have one thing go right with other people can I?! Why me?!” He’s whispering stuff like that to himself, he’s a mess

After about a week or two of being split up he’s more comfortable around you, he just needed some time to recover from the breakup

During his time of being more comfortable, he’ll sit down with you and discuss why you think the relationship wasn’t going good

”So why did you break up with me? I’m sorry this is awkward but I’ve been wondering it, I didn’t see many problems while we were together.”

Once you explain he agrees it’s better if you stayed separated for the time being

He has no interest in rebounding unless the other person initiates it, meaning he might not get a partner at all afterwards

mmm we r loving the angst

THE STARY OF CAITS IS SO FUNNY IM SO SORRY,,,,, SAME WITH SOME PARTS OF VI’S IM TIRED IDK

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

-

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Can you do a fic where Yami and Charlotte accidentally reveal their relationship in a captains meeting

Your work is really amazing btw💜

😳 no you are amazing… because I said so! I HAVE SPOKEN!

Five months.

Five months since Charlotte Roselei had became romantically involved with the Sukehiro Yami.

Five months since he’d kissed her in the royal garden during the Magic Knight ball.

Now here they were sat side by side in the meeting room with the Wizard King and other Squad Captains. Granted this was not the first meeting since they began courting but today was special, today they had decided to tell Yami’s squad about their relationship.

Charlotte would tell her own but… the news would be spread like wildfire and she didn’t want anyone else to know just yet but Yami’s squad was like his family and they were important to him in such a way she had decided they would be the first to know.

If only that had gone as planned.

~~*~~

Yami’s hand had been resting atop her thigh, a common thing over the last few months. She was so flustered the first time he’d held her hand let alone have his hand be in such a risqué spot but from their seat at the table no one could see the comforting squeeze he gave her every once in a while- and her her hand drifted atop of his, squeezing back neither could help but smile a little.

It had taken such a long time for her to even stop blushing at him- and Yami admits he finds it cute when he flusters her, with bright red cheeks and a scrunched up nose all he wanted to do was kiss her.

Which is what he did as he brought their hands towards his mouth before very quickly slamming them back beneath the table with a grunt. Charlotte’s face felt like a flame at the embarrassment- they’d both forgotten where they were.

Yami however wasn’t fast enough Dorothy, who was unfortunately awake today, had seen it all.

“Finally!” The purple haired Captain said exasperatedly. “Jack you owe me a hundred Yul.”

The Green Mantis Captain’s head could have snapped with how fast he turned to face Dorothy, he’d been sat beside Yami after-all.

“Damnit Yami.” Jack muttered as his eyes moved to Yami and Charlotte’s look of discomfort.

“Why does he owe you one hundred Yul?” William questioned, looking between the four of them.

“I bet that Yami and Charlotte would be together by now. Jack bet they wouldn’t.”

“Dorothy!” Charlotte exclaimed, jumping from her chair as she did.

“Shut-up Sleeping Beauty.” Yami said between clenched teeth before pulling Charlotte back into her chair, her hands covering her bright red face.

The room fell silent whilst Dorothy sat in glee, happy to have won a simple bet.

“Congratulations you two.” Julius beamed, scuttling towards their side of the room. “How long? When did this happen? How did this happen?”

“Five months, Magic Knight Ball, I kissed her.”

“Simple and to the point very good Yami.” Julius continued beaming, he was extremely happy for his Captain’s relationship to have finally happened- having known of Charlotte’s feelings for quite some time… she never could hide them.

The other Captains gave their own brief congratulations- with Nozel’s being more of a backhanded compliment if anything… but they did all seem to have this air of ‘it was inevitable.’

“Thanks.” Charlotte squeaked out, still hidden behind her hands as Yami squeezed her thigh again. “If you could please don’t tell anyone… we wish to tell Yami’s squad first before anyone else… none of you were meant to know yet.”

“It is no problem Charlotte. I wish you a bountiful relationship.” Fuegoleon answered brightly.

Well wasn’t that just an awkward reveal?

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Proof of Work Ch. 2: Empathize

read ch.1 here

(A/N: Feedback is appreciated! I hope you guys like this chapter, I really wanted to detail the dynamic btw OC and jk and dig more into the dumb and dumber duo lol. things will heat up pretty fast after this!)

Summary: a week after getting assigned an impossible project at work, your impossible project partner Jungkook and you are forced to work together...chaos and uncontrollable physical thoughts insue!

masterlist.

Having Jungkook as a coworker was impossible.

He barely answered texts, he was always in mysterious meetings when you tried to ask him questions at work, and never held the elevator door for you.

He was entirely frustrating and annoyingly enough you forgave him for all of it because he was so good at apologizing. He brought you coffee and made you laugh and let you borrow his phone charger whenever you asked for it.

It was annoying how his pros really did outweigh the cons but this, THIS was the final straw.

"Jungkook," You seethed, "It's been a week and we haven't even came up with research for user profiles for this fucking project."

"Well you've shot down every idea I've had-"

"Your only two ideas were pooling for focus group candidates on a college campus and a fucking roller rink." You snapped, crossing your arms.

"I thought it could be fun to go roller skating," He grumbled, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

"I'm telling boss that we can't do this together, one of us will just have to take the account and be done with it," You decided, turning on your heels.

Jungkook called your name but you ignored him, already halfway to your boss' office.

You weren't sure how she'd respond to your complaint- but it wasn't this. You had just finished ranting when she quirked her eyebrow, making you freeze involuntarily, any other arguments you had built up dying on your tongue.

She was terrifying- how did she have any friends? Did she have any friends? Jungkook shuddered next to you, sneakers squeaking against the floor as he shifted slightly to hide behind you. He had caught up to you quickly, storming into her office behind you and arguing that you needed to relax and just go with his plan.

Coward.

"You can't possibly research user profile data accurately unless you're on the same page. Get to know each other before starting- that's not a suggestion, that's a part of your job." She said with determination, "Or you can quit the project and I'll consider it your resignation."

You opened your mouth, a strange, creaking sound flying out of your throat.

"Sorry, no, we'll work it out," Jungkook said quickly, "You'll have a functional user profile assessment with research data to back it up in a week."

He grabbing your hand, tugging you out of her office before you could say another word. You creaked again, staring off in shock. Jungkook's face shoved its way into your vision, wide eyes staring back at you in alarm, "Are you gonna puke? Are you gonna cry?"

You creaked in response, longer this time, with a squeaky cry at the end that made Jungkook recoil in fear.

Resignation? RESIGNATION?

You had worked to get this job for three years- how could all of that work be dangling on a string tied to this one project? Did your boss hate you? Did she want you to fail?

It wasn't an option- resignation wasn't an option, failing wasn't an option. Your only option was standing right in front of you, staring at you like you were an explosive weapon. You closed your mouth, standing up straight with a neutral expression, which only scared Jungkook more.

"Let's go," You said suddenly, squeezing your hand in Jungkook's because for some reason he never let go of it when he towed you out of your boss' office.

"Where?" Jungkook asked nervously, letting you pull him towards the elevator.

"We're going on a date."

You made him choose where to eat, wanting to do exactly what you were told to do, which was get to know him in some desperate attempt to understand him. He chose a restaurant you had never heard of, a food you had been too scared to ever try. You agreed reluctantly, trying to be a big girl about it but you were nervous. Jungkook, completely oblivious to your food fear grinned and bounced his way into the restaurant in true bunny fashion.

"Does it...I mean, is it chewy? It looks really chewy," You whispered, looking up at Jungkook across the table anxiously.

"No, it's good." Jungkook insisted with an amused look on his face, "Here, try."

You watched him assemble what must've been a perfect bite and opened your mouth reflexively, waiting for him to feed you. He held the spoon out towards your hand for a moment before pausing, realizing you didn't intend to take it from him at all. You watched a blush creep on his cheeks and laughed, still holding your mouth open.

"Come on, feed me," You urged, opening your mouth wider. "We're meant to be getting to know each other, remember?"

He smiled awkwardly before leaning over the table, pushing the spoon against your tongue and watching deliberately as you closed your lips around it. He pushed out a slow breath as he eased the spoon from your mouth, wiping the bottom of your lip with the pad of his thumb carefully.

You savored the bite, tilting your head pensively as he slowly sunk back into his seat across from you, watching Jungkook's large eyes flick back and forth from your mouth to your eyes.

"Is it good?" He asked quietly, tone softer than it was a moment ago. "So good," You agreed, smiling at him.

He stared at your mouth, watching your jaw flex and unflex, chewing thoroughly before shaking his head, grinning casually after a beat of tension, "Let's play a game- we'll take turns asking questions and by the end of it, we'll know each other more and we can get on with this project."

"Ask me anything," You agreed, taking the spoon from his hands and getting more food for yourself.

He joined you, taking the spoon that was meant to be yours now laying abandoned on the table by your elbow for himself.

"Tea or coffee?"

Tea. He liked coffee more, said he needed it since he stays up so late.

"So, I'm guessing you're a night owl and not an early bird?" You mused, asking him a question of your own this time.

Jungkook laughed, nodding his head, "Exactly, yeah. I've got a question- when's the last time you went out on a real date."

He was studying you carefully, steel eyes tracking you like a hawk. You sat up straighter, feeling on edge. You frowned, trying to pick your words carefully. The answer depended on who was asking. If it was your mother, you'd say it's because you're focusing on your careers. If it's your best friend, you'd be honest.

But it was Jungkook, your hot, annoying coworker.

"It hasn't been that long. How'd you know I was single?" You asked nervously.

He shrugged cockily, a small smirk gracing his lips. You didn't know how Jungkook got away with being so smug, so arrogant. Then again, yes you did because he let out a geeky little giggle after, his shoulder shaking slightly, "I can sense these things. The question is, why are you single? Is it your control freaky ways?"

"You're so mean," You grumbled, hanging your head pathetically. He was right- it was. Why did he care?

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing!" He insisted, still laughing at you, "Nothing wrong with being a little freaky."

You glared at him, rolling your eyes, "Sweet or salty?"

He smiled wistfully, accepting the shift in conversation with a tilt of his head, "Sweet."

You grinned, "Me too."

The game continued on like that, the two of you asking questions in rapid succession.

Jungkook liked to talk with his hands a lot. You watched his fingers twist into shapes, emphasizing whatever it was he was trying to tell you. How were his hands that big? You tracked the veins running down his forearm, hidden by tattoos and peeking through bare spots on his skin, pulsing through the tops of his palms. You felt wetness pool in your mouth as he turned his hand over, palm side up, the width of Jungkook's hand dramatically large in comparison to the thinness of his wrist.

His fingers were thick and long, bruises and callouses around his knuckles no doubt from doing all that boxing he always bragged to you about. He said he was good, like really good. You wondered if he'd let you watch sometime, maybe show you how to throw a punch.

Why were his hands so hot? His hands were well cared for and manicured, clean enough to slip into your mouth and suck-

"So what do you think?" Jungkook asked, tilting his hands out towards you.

You froze, stopping yourself from your wild train of thought, "Huh?"

"About heading back to the office to plan out how we're gonna get this research pool going?"

Right- the project. This wasn't an actual date.

Duh.

"Sure," you grinned, "Let's go."

"We just need a plan," You announced, staring at the ceiling, hoping the entire building would collapse and swallow you up.

"You've said that five times- I get it, we need a plan. Are you ever going to come up with one or are you just gonna wait for me to make one?" Jungkook pointed out, staring at you over a pair of kaleidoscope glasses you had no idea why he put on as soon as the two of you got back to work.

You groaned, swiveling your chair in slow circles as if that was going to help you catch a clue. Rebranding an entire company seemed impossible- it was a death sentence for you and your career. Things seemed to go from worse to worser every time you tried to break down the list of problems you had to fix.

The only silver lining you had wasn't as much of a silver lining as it was a line of silver piercings, currently bobbing up and down childishly in his chair. Jungkook had dragged you into one of the conference rooms in the office as soon as the two of you got back from your pseudo date, claiming that isolating yourselves away from your other coworkers was the only way to be productive.

So far, all the two of you had done was play three rounds of tic tac toe.

"Did you really make us sit in here to work or were you just trying to hide so you could slack off all day?" You asked him, drumming your fingers on the large table.

He grinned, spinning his chair around to face you, "I did it so we could slack off, aren't I just the best?"

The truth was, you really couldn't blame any of this on him when you yourself weren't doing much of anything at all. You were almost jealous of the way he could be so carefree, so easygoing in the face of a massive problem. And his hair- how was his hair so fucking perfect after working all day? You looked like a rat and he looked perfect. It was irritating.

"Wait- I have an idea," Jungkook gasped, sitting up straight. You twisted towards his direction, eyes wide and at full attention. Jungkook's brows were furrowed, slowly raising his hands in the air and miming out a box with intense focus. He acted as if he was tilting the box, nodding pensively before holding up both hands and-

Squeezing.

Curling his fingers around air in a pulsing motion almost like he was honking a pair of boobs.

"Jungkook!" You reprimanded, crumbling into a ball of despair while Jungkook remained entertained by his imaginary boobs.

"I'm just kidding- here, put these on and listen." He laughed, sliding the pair of glasses over to you.

You frowned, taking them gingerly and pushing them on your nose,

"Why did you bring these?"

"They help me focus. Anyway- I have a plan."

"They're warm," You grimaced, wondering how hot his face must be to warm the plastic. The colors around you fragmented, painting the world in a million different shades and covering the ugly parts of reality. You could see how these help him focus, you couldn't even remember what you were so stressed out about a minute ago, distracted by the pretty pretty shapes floating around.

"Got them nice and cozy for you, baby. Skinsense- surgically inspired skincare aimed towards the illusive ideal of perfection." Jungkook listed in a dramatic tone, reading off the client webpage you had studied for days in nauseating detail. "First problem- they're promising perfection. Too broad, right? Write that down. Second problem, all the pictures on this website are of the most random stock photo models I've ever seen, they're all so ugly. Are you writing this all down?"

"I can't write with these on," You said lamely, shoving the glasses off. "And anyway, first we need to build up a clientele profile. We need to cater towards a specific market. Like you said, the random stock photo models aren't cutting it and there's got to be a reason why product isn't selling- Skinsense has no direction."

"Okay, so we do research to find out exactly what the market is looking for in cosmetics products and how to convince them to buy this shit." He snapped, leaning back into his chair. He threw his arms up and crossed them behind his head, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Write that down."

You narrowed your eyes at him, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him. He was so annoying, so infuriatingly smug with nothing to back it up with. This was his problem, he had all of these ideas and yet, hated coding them. You could see where this was heading- you doing all of the work and him getting all of the credit. What was next? Jungkook passing you up for a promotion while you're still stuck at being the office dumbo? No way, no way-

"Maybe we can do a focus group or survey people at the mall." You suggested with a shrug.

"Well, actually..." Jungkook mumbled, trailing off.

"What?" You asked nervously, entirely too scared of the look on his face.

This was going to be a pain in your ass, wasn't it?

You stared ahead blankly, wondering how on Earth you got to this point. Maybe you really were dumb. You had to be, nothing short of an idiot would let Jungkook convince them that the way to build a user profile for the Skinsense site was to come here- a pilates studio on the rich side of town.

"This is our clientele," Jungkook said confidently, crossing his arms with a smug smile on his face.

You looked around the room, turning your head slowly towards him with an exhausted expression on your face. You knew exactly why he did this- why he was so insistent on waking up at the crack ass of dawn to force you into taking a hot pilates class. There could only be one reason behind a man who insisted that boxing was the best workout ever would volunteer to do this.

Everyone else in the room was a very specific type of person- prim and proper, rich ladies with a large bank account and even larger, extremely perky asses. You narrowed your eyes as you looked around, wanting to shoot this idea down but you had to admit- these women had very nice skin.

"You are such a boy," You seethed, glaring at the sea of sports bras and tight leggings.

"I'm all man, baby. Let's get it," He grinned, eyes drifting towards a particularly bouncy blonde.

"You have to stop calling me baby," You mumbled, trailing after him.

"I'm gonna talk to some people, you know- ask about their skincare routines. Maybe get their contact information for a focus group," Jungkook mused, grazing the room with his eyes. What he meant was: he's going to hit on a bunch of women.

Things only got worse. The actual class was Hellish, stretching you out in ways you hadn't ever experienced before. It was so difficult you could feel yourself getting lightheaded at some points, which didn't get much better when you looked over at Jungkook, who sailed through every move the instructor modeled, all with the cheesiest grin on his face. You got distracted watching the way his legs flexed and stretched to hold him in impossible positions. His thin waist flashed alluringly when he bent over backwards in a bridge hold, exposed by his thin shirt riding all the way up. 

You were weirdly thankful for the heaters blasting you from all directions for giving you an excuse for your flushed complexion. Jungkook's sex appeal was really starting to get to you. It wasn't your fault, any girl in your position would be having the same thoughts. This was all because of that fake date earlier- he was right, you hadn't been on a real one in way too long. 

Looking at Jungkook made you feel lonely- more single than ever. Why was that?

The class ended before you could self analyze to death. He had already gotten three phone numbers from women, chatting up just about everyone in the room about their skincare routines and how amazing their complexion looked, slipping in charismatic compliments that had every girl blushing. You did your best to match him, making polite conversation with the girls in the back who seemed to be struggling just as much as you. They were nice and told you all about their ideal skincare, barely recognizing the brand when you name dropped Skinsense. 

You had your work cut out for you.

"Okay, I'll admit it," You said after the class was over, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. "You're good."

"I told you, I know what I'm doing," Jungkook smirked, wiping the back of his neck with a towel. He was dripping, the white shirt he had on clinging to his body, outlining thick pecs and chiseled abs. It was...distracting. "I think I got enough information to know how to make a user profile, what about you?"

"Yeah, I think I've got it too. Why are you so fucking sweaty?" You frowned, enchanted by the way his body looked at the moment. His skin gleamed, a bead of sweat running down his carotid. 

"I dunno, I run hot. Im always like this." He shrugged, pulling his shirt up to inspect how soaked it was, revealing his abs more. Your head ducked instinctively, leaning in closer to get a better look at his exposed skin before stopping yourself.

"You're always sweaty?"

"Yeah, are you always dry?" Jungkook said, reaching out to touch the back of your arm, checking for perspiration.

"When I'm not wet." Your mouth said it faster than your brain processed that this was Jungkook you were speaking to, making you pause for a beat after in regret.

Jungkook stared at you with the beginnings of a smile on his face, a stuttered, shocked laugh caught in the back of his throat.

"You should see someone about this," You said, moving on quickly and dragging a finger down the side of his neck, running through the sweat there.

"Y-Yeah, probably," Jungkook mumbled, stunned. 

"Let's go- will you drive me home? I don't feel like walking and your car has a great AC system," You asked, already walking towards the exit because Jungkook never said no to you. 

A week later, you submitted the user profile and it was flawless- completely operational, perfectly understandable from all angles, it just worked. You knew exactly what the clientele was looking for and what Skinsense needed to become in order to fill it.

"Did she say anything?" You asked nervously, nudging Jungkook in the shoulder.

You were standing above him at his desk, too anxious to keep refreshing your e-mail yourself. You had submitted the progress update to your boss as promised and were waiting for a response. He hummed in response, shrugging nonchalantly. You made a noise of annoyance, peeved that he didn't seem nervous at all. No, nothing even seemed to bother him at all- the only small sign of discomfort was his persistently tapping foot beneath his desk.

"She messaged-" Jungkook muttered.

You gasped and shoved him out of the way, sending him flying on his wheelie chair. Jungkook squeaked in protest and you felt him hook a finger into your belt loop to anchor himself to you, pulling himself back towards his computer by it.

You scanned the screen, mumbling through the email, "She approves- we're good, we're not fired."

"I doubt she was really gonna fire us," Jungkook grumbled.

"We did it!" You cheered, turning towards him with a grin on your face.

You were elated, over the moon, so incredibly happy.

"I told you," Jungkook said softly, a small smile on his face, "We make a good team."

"Yeah," You agreed, "We do."

[softkuna]

Toji Fushiguro || Toy || Fic

The Sukuna one had me like ✨✨✨ Now I must ask, can you- a toji x fem reader and him seeing Gojo eyeing up what's his and her responding to it and then toji being like oh hell no and basically railing her as punishment (degrading kink please it makes me jello) you don't have to write it if your not comfortable btw take your time and stay safe.

Content   ║ Toji Fushiguro x Fem Insert. Toji’s shoulder pressed into the wall with such a force the damn thing could’ve dented. Arms crossed tensely against the broad puff of his chest. His teeth ground together, the sound of squeaking canines reverberating in his mind.  Toji was seething. For a man with the physical prowess of a god, his tolerance was about as thin as a wet napkin. A wet napkin this woman decided to poke a well-manicured finger into.

Count      ║ 1,311 words.

Consider ║ NSFW. Degradation Kink. Objectification. Female Insert (she/her). Alcohol. Grammar issues. Basic degeneracy.

Creator    ║ So this is the first NSFW thing I have done like this ;v;. I’m not sure if this hit the mark for ya Anon, but hopefully it’ll do until I can get some more practice. It took a little while since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. Honestly this just feels subpar gomen. Enjoy jealous Toji, though -finger guns-.

The club was barely lit with black light and neon strewn about the solid concrete walls in seemingly random intervals. A particularly bright hot pink one cast across her collarbone, dowsing the tops of her breasts deliciously in contrast to the black latex dress. As much as Toji would like to shove her against that very wall, she had a job to do. For him. And he regretted it.

  She was pushing her luck when she approached the table with a certain sway to her hips. Gojou peered around the tinted sunglasses, brow piqued in interest. She flashed a smile, smoothly setting a large bottle of some random high percentage alcohol onto the table. Sliding into the booth next to Satoru, the woman leaned a hand on his leg, the other moving to playfully snap the strap of a birthday hat under his chin, “I hear it’s someone’s birthday?”

  His head tilted up along with the corners of his lips, “Guilty as charged. Are you my present, doll? Always heard the hostesses here were the best,” His voice purred against the thrum of the bass. She tucked hair behind her ear, eyes flickering back to the ravenette with a dangerous composition. The corner of her mouth twitched up at the obvious frustration resonating in the man. He couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t even dream of it if he wanted any semblance of information on this guy. It was the perfect opportunity to test a theory. Toji was the jealous type.

  Toji’s shoulder pressed into the wall with such a force the damn thing could’ve dented. Arms crossed tensely against the broad puff of his chest. His teeth ground together, the sound of squeaking canines reverberating in his mind.  Toji was seething. For a man with the physical prowess of a god, his tolerance was about as thin as a wet napkin. A wet napkin this woman decided to poke a well-manicured finger into.

  He slammed down a shot, the burn at the back of his throat accompanying the burn of his own gaze. She wasn’t anything to him aside from an in. Yet somehow, the not-so-shaman made it a point to speak with her at least once a week, which usually lead into fucking her like a play thing. The lay was just as good as the information she could pry out of loose mouths. Immaculate. This go around, he needed information on someone in particular. Someone who just so happened to be here with a group. Someone who decided it would be a good idea to get a little handsy with his toy.

  “Y’know,” Satoru murmured, “’s pretty sad to be alone in bed for my birthday.” Chilled pads of his fingers rested at the back of her neck. His gaze was hungry and she was a full course meal. Just his type. Perfect shape, perfect charm, perfect headrush. Her hand cupped his ear, whispering something his buzzing mind couldn’t fully piece together against the dense music.  

  She kept up the sweet act despite not getting a lick of information. The only dirt she dug up was that he could finish half a handle before getting buzzed. By the end of the night, Gojou’s hands squeezed at her thigh like he did her last string of patience.  

  The last thing Toji saw was the exchange of cards.

  -

  As the black-clad hostess passed by Toji, her hand trailed along the muscles of his chest, stiletto nails pressing just slightly into him. He followed close behind until they got to their regular spot. A private room tucked into the corner of the club. Commonly used for rich men thirsting to empty their wallets on a good lap dance. It was sound proofed, dimly lit, and somehow hot pink velvet was a prime design choice to set a steamy mood.

  She crossed her arms, gaze hard as the door shut, “So, I’ve got bad new. He didn’t let a word slip-“ The sentence stopped as soon as it began.

  “So doll’s got a sense of humor, huh?” His voice held an edge to match the snide smirk flashing over pointed canines. She knew exactly what was up and oh was it a dangerously delectable sight. One that made her cunt throb on nothing but adrenaline. The crease of his brow, the way his lips set into that hairpin curl, the tensing of each thick muscle along his arm – all of it leaving a sense of satisfaction in the pit of her stomach. Theory confirmed. He took a step closer; she didn’t shrink away. A lost challenge if he’d say so himself.

  A large calloused hand shoved her onto cushions of the booth, catching her open mouth in his own with a bruising force. The man wasted no time with his prodding tongue, tasting the sweetness of peppermint and lapping it up while fending off her own slick muscle.  A hand snaked into the roots of her perfectly done hair, white-knuckling just at the base of the skull. With a sharp yank, her head was yanked back, allowing break for air. Smug and breathless, she chimed, “Jealous?”

  Toji blew air out in a single blackened laugh, “I’m not one to share my toys.” Teeth connected to her lips, rolling the flesh then moving to her throat. Purple marked his territory trailing down. The heat of his breath tickled the space directly next to her ear, “Now, you’re going to beg for me to forgive you. Make myself clear, slut?” Toji’s grip on her tightened, “Or is doll better for something getting used?” A rough tug to the back of her hair triggered a low moan from her heaving chest. After so many sessions, she knew he didn’t really want an answer. He wanted a reason go harder.  

  The hand once in her hair now gripped her jaw, keeping her gaze on him, “Answer me, toy. Or do I need to pull a string to make that cock-obsessed mouth move?” On que, free digits wrapped around the gusset of her thong, second knuckle just grazing the entrance of her heat before he pulled the sodden fabric taught, letting it snap back to place. The impact triggered another empty clench and gasp. Her hips writhed, a sappy pout puffing the bitten lips. More.

  Toji maintained her heavy-lidded stare as he brought the knuckle to his lips. He watched as her own parted when his tongue swept up the sweetness collected at the joint. The way her hips rose to match the zipper’s height, the lock of her teeth on her finger, the desperation in her eyes – all of it made his stiffened cock twitch against her adorably hopeless grinding, “Looks like my toy is broken. Guess I’ll just fuck the apology out of it then.”

  A wicked grin whipped onto his handsome face. Her mouth opened in rebuttal, only to get interrupted, “This is to teach a lesson, toy. What did you do to deserve the prep?” The gravel in his tone grew slightly dark, “Couldn’t even get the dirt I paid for.” His long digits did work past the gusset, slipping over her entrance, gathering the arousal, “Look how wet you already are for me.” A heated coil pressed in her at the words. She knew what was coming now and every inch of her craved it.

  In what seemed to be a single motion, jeans and boxers were torn down. Her dress was hiked up with a satisfying peel, thong quite literally ripped off and thrown to the ground before she was flipped so that her back was pressed against his chest. Sturdy, veined arms wrapped at the backs of her thighs and under her knees. Truly, she was a doll for him to pleasure himself on and he made it a point to do so.

  Toji lowered her so that the thick tip of his length pressed against her heart-beating heart. Her walls fluttered around him as he slid in. “For a broken toy, you’re pretty damn tight for me - ready to be played with. Get used- fuck.” Amusement broke through as she bit back a breathless sigh. His cock filled her easily, slick sliding down his shaft and pooling at the base. As he fully sheathed himself, he craned his neck forward, lips pressing at the shell of her ear, “Now, I want to hear you beg, bitch.” With that, the man snaked back and up, setting a relentless pace from the beginning. The sound of skin slamming into wettened skin filling the room along with the aroma of arousal.

  She was stubborn. He was tireless. They’d both cum before the apology even had a chance to.

[sunstone-smiles]

Edelgard and Byleth for TT prompt 19 pls? Or 18 if 19 is unavailable :) love your stories btw!!

Hello anon! And thank you! I hope you enjoy Day 19 of Tickletober: Revenge!

Revenge for a Mercenary’s Accidental Prank

Series: Fire Emblem

Characters: Edelgard and Byleth

Words: 576

Summary: When Byleth thinks that accidentally getting dirt all over Edelgard is funny, the Emperor takes it upon herself to enact some playful revenge. Enjoy!

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The wyverns growl while they play-fight with one another, swishing their tails back and forth across the sandy dirt. They lunge at one another with their big snouts, taking lighthearted chomps at each other’s necks as they wrestle back and forth. At the entrance of their fenced in pen, Byleth closes up the gate, now that they've finished up their duties involving the care of the scaled creatures. 

“Ahem,” an affirmative female voice suddenly clears her throat, causing Byleth to lift up their head to see the source of the interruption.

“Oh, Edelgard! I didn’t even see you there,” the mercenary responds to the current Adrestian Emperor. For some reason, Edelgard’s casual clothes are covered in dirt, like she just got hit by a sandstorm. “What happened to you?” Byleth wonders, “Why are you all dirty?”

I think you of all people should know the reason to that…” Edelgard grumbles with her arms crossed.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Edelgard rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Oh, you know very well what you did! With that little stunt you pulled with the wyverns. You wanted all of them to play, resulting in them flapping their wings at once, which caused dust to kick up in the pen.”

Byleth chuckles to themselves, “Oh yeah, that’s right.”

“How did you—Never mind,” Edelgard cuts herself off before going on an irritated tangent, “The point is, I was in range when all of the wyverns did that, leading to this.” She gestures towards her clothes infested with the grains of light dirt.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Byleth says with another chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Byleth admits with an innocent smile.

Edelgard grumbles again, having enough of the mercenary’s shenanigans. “You want to play jokes? Fine, we’ll play jokes!”

And with that, Edelgard lunges at Byleth, aiming straight for the mercenary’s sides.

“Whoa! H-Hehehey!” Byleth breaks out into giggles when Edelgard starts tickling them. “Ehehedelgahahard!”

“Stop squirming! You're the one who wanted to play games! Now you get your revenge!” Edelgard digs her fingers further into the mercenary’s sides, purposefully trying to cause Byleth to lose their footing and fall into the dirt. The mercenary catches themself and squirms around in an attempt to shove Edelgard away, but the Emperor isn’t letting them get out of her hold that easily. 

“Ehehedelgard! Quihihiht it!” Byleth giggles while they continue to try and pull themselves away.

“I will not! You brought this upon yourself!”

It’s true that Byleth did prompt this silly revenge in the first place, but now they have to find a way to get out of it. With one swift movement, Byleth grabs Edelgard’s wrists and yanks her to the side, causing the Emperor to almost trip over in the process, then quickly steps behind her to scribble into her sides.

“Eep! Prohohohfessor!” Edelgard jolts backwards into Byleth’s hold before attempting to slingshot forward, but her escape is thwarted by the mercenary’s speedy reaction time. The Emperor flails around with bubbly laughter before folding herself forward and trying to pry Byleth’s mischievous hands away from her torso.

“Now it’s my turn to enact a little revenge!” the mercenary grins.

“Fohohorget I said anything! Noho revenge is nehehecessahahary—EEK!” Edelgard lets out a giggly squeak and crumbles into the dirt when Byleth squeezes her sides. The mercenary follows her down with another chuckle, continuing their little tactics of playfulness that had, once again, backfired on Edelgard.

[shellshocked92angel]

"Valentine"

Turtleverse: 2014/Bayverse

Mikey/Female Reader

Summary: After the Reader's original plans for valentines fall through, Mikey swoops in to save the day and give her a perfect night. All my fics are Safe For Work cuz I don't write smut. Warning that my writing isn't top quality. Which is partly why I don't write smut fics, btw…

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Somehow, Y/n should have seen this coming just from how her now ex (for the 3rd and final time) had been through their entire two year relationship. 

It was Valentine's day, and in the prick's usual fashion, the guy decided he'd rather go drink with his buddies when they had already made plans to have dinner and a movie night in.

She sighed, throwing the food she made angrilly in fhe trash before taking a swig of wine straight out of the bottle before glancing down at her phone when she heard the text tone.

-Heya, how goes the date, Angelcakes?-

She sighed and picked up her phone and texted back.

-It doesn't, Mikey. He bailed. So, he and I are done for good this time. I am currently downing my feelings in a bottle of very expensive imported chocolate wine. Worst $250 I ever spent, btw. Dont tell April. She's just gonna say she told me so…-

-To getting back with the jerk or buying the wine?-

-Yes.-  

-Well, how about this. Put the gross wine down, throw your shoes on and grab your coat, and give me like 30 minutes. Trust me, I know just how to cheer you up. ;) -

She raised a brow a bit, but admittedly, spending Valentines Day doing whatever her mutant bestie was cooking up was better than spending it alone. Ever since she (accidentally) met the turtles through April and befriended them three and a half years prior, Michelangelo just kind of naturally knew how to make her smile.

-Yeah alright. See you soon, Mikey.- 

After a few minutes sitting at the kitchen table mulling it over, Y/n decided that, friends night or not, it was still Valentines Day and she wanted to look nice for whoever she was spending time with, so she got up and went to fix her makeup and put on something nice.

When he texted her to let her know he'd arrived, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed a coat. It somehow didn't surprise her that he had 

dressier bottoms than his usual attire and was wearing a tie; albeit tied crookedly. 

His excited smile mixed with a gape of surprise when he saw that she was all dressed up.

"Whoa…Y/n, that jerk doesn't know what he's missing out on. You are an absolute goddess, Angelcakes." 

He kissed her hand and she chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"You look pretty dashing tonight, yourself."

"Heh, thanks." He crouched and motioned for her to get on his back. "So, before we get where we're going, close your eyes, okay? I want it to be a surprise."

"No problems there." Y/n replied, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders and squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm slowly getting over my fear of heights, but I'm still not quite there…"

"Scared you'll fall for me?"

"Mikey, that was one of your worst jokes ever." She mumbled, gently nudging him in the side with her foot as he stood up straight.

"Yet you're trying not to snort. Okay, hold on tight."

She squeaked and tightened her grip a bit as she felt him taking off into a running leap. 

Thankfully, where they were going was only a couple rooftops over, though he kept her mostly distracted from her anxiousness with little jokes and funny stories reminiscing some of the good times they had.

She was all too ready to get onto solid ground when he stopped and crouched for her again.

As she exhaled shakily, he chuckled.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right? You can open your eyes now."

She hesitantly did so, gasping at what he set up. He laid out a picnic blanket with a box of pizza, a vase with some of her favorite flowers, which grew in one of the parks nearby, a telescope he somehow got Donnie to lend him, and a pile of cuddling blankets; for after they ate, of course.

"Mikey…." She murmured, tearing up a bit.

He froze at her reaction. Oh god, did she not like it? Was it too little? Too much? Wrong kind of flowers? Did-

His thought process was interrupted when she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Pizza, stargazing, and cuddles? How is it you know me better than the jerk who was supposed to love me for two years?" She mumbled. "This couldn't be more perfect."

He grinned at that and picked her up, carrying her over to gently set her on the blanket.

As they ate and talked, Y/n realized it could be more perfect…

Mikey was always there for her from the moment they met. She wanted to geek out about an anime, game, etc she was into, he was there to geek out with her. She wanted someone to taste test a new recipe she was trying, he was the first to volunteer. She needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to hang out with, he was always a call or text away. 

No matter what she needed, he would drop everything for her. And the way he always called her 'Angelcakes' or any of his other various nicknames gave her butterflies from the start.

Why did it take her so long to realise? The whole reason her ex had gotten her attention was because in a really messed up way, his personality was like a bootleg Michelangelo. But some human gamer with a cringy sense of humor was nothing in comparison to what she really wanted, and she mentally kicked herself for not realizing sooner.

She set her slice of pizza down and took a deep breath. She had to go for it.

"Hey, Mikey?"

"What's up, Angelcakes?"

She exhaled shakily, gently thumbing the pizza sauce from the corner of his mouth. Her gaze met his gorgeous blues before she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tense in surprise a moment before shifting and pulling her into his lap, holding her close.

"I love you. I think I've felt like this since we met. I just…wish I'd realized it sooner instead of settling for him. I-"

She squeaked in surprise as he stood, twirling her around in his arms.

"Yes!! I got my dream girl!" 

She clung to him tightly, giggling and kissing him again as he stopped spinning.

They could both agree on one thing. This was the best valentines day ever.