#she was and still is so damn pretty too hihi

[xazse]

hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 🫶 you're so talented!!

If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)

If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihi🎀🫶 anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie

ANOTHER TRY?

Notes: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY WORK!!! and to the second ask I’m very happy you requested that bull!hybrid work lLOVEDDD WORKING ON IT!! You guys are so creative I need to eat ur brain!!! THIS IS FOR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR A PT2 I SEE YOU GUYS!!! (IF UR READING THIS TO MY OTHER INBOX OFC YOU CAN BE 🪬 ANON!!)

Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo

Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.

Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of “fun.”

Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said he’d kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.

“You need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.” Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, it’s hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.

“Never knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.” Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.

Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.

Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.

Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, you’re the one who didn’t listen, you’re the one sneaking out every night. He doesn’t know why he feels this hold on you, you’re such a beautiful girl that he can’t help but keep you in this small bubble.

When your eyes land on him you don’t say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.

You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru won’t say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.

He needs you right now, he’ll make it up to you as much as he can.

He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still don’t acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly don’t push him away. You give Satoru an inch he’ll take a mile.

He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.

They’re extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips aren’t-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.

The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? You’re averting your eyes as well.

Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.

He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. He’s grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.

“Nghm… Toru..” finally you’ve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.

He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, there’s barely any milk left but he’s going to make sure he gets his full.

“Toru.” You call his name so panicked and yet you’re grinding against his fully hard cock. He’s so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.

His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesn’t put it in, you don’t deserve that.

He teases you, pretending he’s going to give you what you want just to take it all away.

“Please…” a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.

“Shirt, take your shirt off.” He commands, of course you’re gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.

Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.

“I’m gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one I’m restarting. Understood?” You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.

On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but he’s having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.

“Ahn..” you’re still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojo’s cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.

By the tenth slap you’re gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that you’ve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy he’s ever had.

His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.

He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you can’t find it in you to hate it.

His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you can’t feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.

He fucks you like that all night, even when you’re meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you can’t stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.

[mncxbe]

Sucking duos off...? Like... Sucking Soukoku off at once and Sucking off suegiku at once ..? If you do this, please include suegiku^^ (starving for Tecchou X Jouno X reader) FIC or HC your choice!

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nonnie😳 i really love your idea omg. it'd really be something considering the dynamics between them hihi hope you like it♡

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: brainrot, nsfw, oral, little bit of degrading, praise, pet names, manhandling and size kink if you squint, hair pulling, established relationship (in dazai's and chuuya's part), sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes i didn't have much time to proofread it♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 & 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

Dazai doesn't like to share, he needs your undivided attention at all times. That's why the position he was currently in pissed him off so much– he was laying on the couch next to Chuuya with you on your knees in front of them, pretty hands wrapped around their leaking cocks, slowly moving up and down. But your mouth... you've been neglecting him for minutes now, choosing to suck off the redhead instead of him and he just couldn't stand this injustice any longer.

"Bella it's not fair" he cooed, his fingers tugging at your roots in a desperate attempt to pry your mouth off Chuuya's dick "Suck me off too."

"Fuck off, Dazai. Let her do her thing and wait for your turn" snapped Chuuya, shoving Dazai's hand away from your hair and pushing your head lower on his cock. You gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat but did your best to relax your muscles, slowly managing to take him to his base. "God pretty– you're so good for us. Look how well you take my dick down your throat" Chuuya's free hand moved to the nape of your neck, stroking it gently, a silent praise that made you whimper around his length.

All the while Dazai's frown deepened. You were so focused on Chuuya that you had completely forgotten to jerk him off. Wrapping one of his large hands above yours, the brunette guided your hand up and down his cock. Despite your fucked out mind you managed to pull yourself together and tighten the grip on Dazai's dick while hollowing your cheeks, earning a choked moan from Chuuya. "Shit– baby slow down can't cum yet." he mumbled, letting go of your head and resting his hand on your shoulder as his face scrunched up in pleasure. That was all Dazai needed to hear. With a quick motion he grabbed a hold of your hair and dragged you off Chuuya's cock, bringing your face closer to his erection.

"The fuck you doing" huffed Chuuya, but Dazai paid no mind to him, ordering you to open your mouth for him. And you did, of course you did– only the sight of his throbbing erection was enough to make you melt like butter. The brunette let out a satisfied hum when you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his tip before taking him down your throat, tongue swirling around his length. "Hah- see Chuuya. She wanted my dick too, she loves it. Who do you think you are to deny her that?" he chuckled, and when you peered up from between his legs you could see the shit eating grin etched on his features.

"Yea... whatever you say, dipshit" grumbled Chuuya but he couldn't deny that seeing you sucking Dazai off did things to him. His cock, still glistening with your saliva and his precum, was throbbing frantically. He was close, but he'd be damned if he was going to cum untouched– Dazai would tease him about it for weeks so he gave his cock a few strokes, bucking his hips into his hand. But Dazai was Dazai and it didn't take him long to realize what his partner was doing. Naturally, he couldn't waste such a precious opportunity to taunt him so he flexed his fingers, combing them through your hair to brush the strands from the side of your face, giving Chuuya full view of what you were doing.

"My, my, Nakahara, you like this? Like seeing our pretty girl taking my dick down her pretty throat?" laughed Dazai, stroking your cheek

"Shut up you–" huffed Chuuya, his eyes glued to your plump lips, wrapped so sweetly around Dazai's dick. You were sucking him off so eagerly and god you looked so beautiful with those tears brimming at your lashline. He ached for you, needed you so desperately in this moment that he didn't even realize how much pre his cock was leaking.

"Wanna see me cum in her mouth? Or should I cum on her face? You name it, Chuuya." said Dazai in a silken voice, pulling your head off his dick for a brief moment. Your mouth fell into an o as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest heaving and lashes fluttering in attempt to get rid of the little tears at the corner of your eyes. When your eyes met his, Chuuya lets out a loud, choked moan, spilling his cum in his hand and you quickly crawled closer to him, taking his fingers into your mouth to lick them clean. "Look at you, bella, never letting a drop of our cum go to waste" chuckled Dazai, watching you lap up Chuuya's milky cum as he began stroking his cock with more force. "Better get ready to swallow mine too."

You put on a good show for the two men, slowly licking the sticky liquid from Chuuya's hand, sucking on his fingers without breaking the intense eye contact with Dazai. It wasn't too long until he grabbed the back of your head again and pulled you towards him. "Fuck... open up beautiful" he instructed and you obeyed, allowing him to shove his aching cock in your mouth and cum down your throat.

When he pulled away, Dazai quickly brushed off the string of cum that connected your lips to his tip and smiled, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "Well, Chuuya, I think it's time we return the favour. What d'you say?"

"I couldn't agree more"

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 & 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

Jouno and Tecchou knew that you had a massive crush on them, but neither of them made a move. It would've been unethical, considering that you were colleagues and all but when you came to them with such a tempting proposal after a particularly dangerous mission, their resolve broke.

"So... you're saying you want to suck both of us off?" asked Tecchou, raising a brow as he watched you fumble with the buttons of your uniform shirt. "Yup, exactly". "But why?"

"Because, Hiro, I almost died today. And it reminded me just how dangerous our job can be. I don't wanna die before experiencing this with you" . You said all that so casually while undoing Tecchou's belt and lowering his uniform pants and briefs mid-thigh, freeing his half-hard cock. "Besides" you continued, giving his length a few good strokes "You're both pent up and tired. And you deserve this–"

Jouno, who up to that point stood on the side and observed the interaction between you and Tecchou, got off the table he was perched up on. "Don't make this about us, Y/N" he scoffed, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up "We all know this is just about you wanting to get some good dick. So get to it". Jouno brought your face level to Tecchou's erection and you peered up at the man, waiting for some sort of consent.

"Don't force her, Jouno" said Tecchou in his usual levelled voice, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's ok, Y/N, you can take it easy." You lolled out your tongue, giving his tip a quick lick before letting a blob of spit fall on it and spreading it along his length with steady hands.

"Yea..." retorted Jouno "She sure doesn't know what she's doing" Before you got the chance to take Tecchou into your mouth Jouno pulled down his briefs and guided your mouth to his cock. You whined when his tip hit the back of throat, triggering your gag reflex, but Jouno hushed you, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb on the side of your jaw. He could feel your sharp, ragged breath tickling the sensitive skin of his pelvis as he rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "See, Tecchou, slutty girls like her like to be roughed up a bit, just enough to remind them who's in charge"

"You're hurting her, Jouno" protested the brunette but you quickly shook your head and hummed a nuh-uh, signaling Tecchou that you were okay. You could take it. Slowly, you reached out a hand, wrapped it around Tecchou's cock and started pumping him at a steady pace. He hissed, shifting closer to make it easier for you to jerk him off– all the while Jouno continued his deep thrusts. He was bruising the back of your throat, making you choke on that slick mixture of your saliva and his precum that flooded your mouth but the man didn't spare you a moment to catch your breath. "Shhh" he cooed, gathering your hair in a pony tail above your head "Just a little more baby I know you can take it."

Tecchou mused on you with pleading eyes. Your hand was so much softer and smaller compared to his calloused one and it made him feel so, so good. It was cute, really, and watching the way you were struggling to suck Jouno off was making the knot in the pit of his stomach tighten. Jouno noticed the changes in his colleague's demeanor and pulled out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for hair.

"Come here, Tecchou. Face me" he instructed and the brunette obliged, confusion and excitement etched on his pretty features. Jouno guided you between them and smiled down at you, giving the crown of your head gentle strokes "You, my dear, are going to take us both ok?"

"I uh... I don't think this is gonna work" you stammered and Jouno to clicked his tongue in annoyance "We'll make it work. Now open up and take deep breaths. If it hurts pat my leg, ok?" You gave him a hesitant nod before parting your lips and allowing them to slip their dicks inside your mouth. It was a tight fit and Tecchou shuddered when he felt the friction from Jouno's cock. "G-god this is– too much" he sighed, experimentally rocking his hips into your mouth. Jouno resumed his movements too, matching his colleague's pace. Opening your mouth so wide was straining your jaw, their tips poking at the inside of your cheeks, making it impossible for you to hollow them out. Sensing your agitation, Jouno hushed you again, babbling out a few praises. "You're doing well for us, baby. Told you we could make it work. There you go... nice and slow" he sighed, picking up the pace. His mind was clouded with lust– your mouth was so warm, the insides of your cheeks so soft and the obscene slurping sounds you were making only added to the fuel. He could only imagine how beautiful you looked in that moment.

"H-hey Tecchou" he huffed out, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so the brunette could take a better look at your features. "Tell me what she looks like. Describe her to me."

Tecchou swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking in a soft voice "Uh she looks so pretty. Her eyes and lips are all glossy and fuck– she's drooling t-too". His voice cracked when Jouno suddenly came into your mouth and your eyes shot open, a mewl slipping past your lips. The white haired man pulled out of your mouth, granting Tecchou more space. "Keep going" he urged "Tell me how she feels"

"So, so good now" stammered the brunette, his lashes fluttering shut. Your mouth felt so much warmer now and he watched the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock with keen eyes. The white liquid seeped at the corners of your mouth but you managed to gather it with your tongue. When you started hollowing your cheeks again Tecchou was done for "She's sucking me in so much I– god I'm cumming 'm cumming" His hips stuttered, the tip of your nose bumping against his pelvis as he came into your mouth, flooding it with his cum.

"Shit–" he sighed weakly, caressing your face "I came so much, baby. Are you gonna swallow for us?" You nodded eagerly, parting your lips to showcase your now clean mouth, earning a content hum from Tecchou.

Jouno smiled, tucking himself in before helping you up to your feet and leaning closer to whisper in your ear "Let's do this again soon, shall we? I'm curious to see just how far you're willing to go for us, sweetheart."

[causenessus]

hihi congrats on 1k! could i get 🍺 with osamu? maybe they end up stargazing after getting tipsy and osamu is reaffirming his love for reader while she’s just rambling on about how pretty the stars are and how they remind her of him. tysm in advance i love your works hehehe

sweetest. | miya o.

osamu x f!reader

written in 2nd perspective

prompts from 1k followers event: 🍺 -> drunk

"everywhere, everything / i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat / 'til our fingers decompose / i'll keep my hands in yours" from everywhere, everything by noah kahan

word count: 1.6k words

notes: fluff! reader and osamu are in an established relationship and both attend culinary school or something like that :) sorry if any ideas or terms are incorrect!!! hi i'm still alive!! happy december^^

it felt like a scene from a movie; something you’d watch during the middle of the film, not quite the end of a couple’s story, but far from their beginning.

he had his hand in yours, pulling you forward, further into the field, the only sounds being the grass brushing against your shoes and the giggles coming from both of you as you stumbled forward.

“samu– stop pulling so hard– ‘m gonna fall,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath; the result of laughing too hard and the long trek here from your dorm. what started as a celebration of passing your shared final with a single bottle of soju had turned into a trip to the grocery store and then a race to a nearby field.

god knew what time it was now, but it hardly mattered. classes had finished and the coming spring was beginning to melt the last snowfall. the sky was clear and the bleeze that blew your hair to the side was nice and pleasant.

osamu had only given you a grin in return for your complaint, tugging at your hand one more time especially harshly, causing you to exclaim as you were drawn flush to his chest. he hadn’t even bothered to change out of his shirt from earlier in the day, and you could still smell the strawberries you’d both used in your final dish during your pastry class. you weren’t sure if the reminder of the dish was good or bad– you’d both passed with flying colors (luckily) but it had been the final you were most nervous for.

his arms around you made the thought drift away before you could decide, as wrapping your arms around him was the only thing you could think of while you both continued to stumble forward.

however, being so close to him, you felt when his foot hit something hidden with the grass, and your world seemed to flip as the both of you yelped, falling to the ground.

taking the brunt of the impact, osamu groaned, trying to grab hold of his surroundings again while you giggled, still laying on his chest. “mmph…” he groaned, a hand to his head as your boyfriend tried to recover from the fall.

as his hand slid down his face, he opened his eyes, staring up at the night sky, almost going still as he was taken aback by the view. “damn, sweetheart… you should turn around. ‘s really pretty above us.”

“hm?” you perked your head up, a playful look in your eyes, “what could be more pretty than what’s right in front of me? i think i’m happy looking right here~” you teased, peering into his face, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“oh stop,” he mumbled, looking away as his face heated up. he was trying to form the right comeback in his mind, but nothing could hide the way his heart sped up at your words. you were right on top of him, a hand pressed to his chest while the other was roaming, mainly running up and down his left arm. “ ‘s not prettier than you, but the sky is clear tonight. i think you’d like it,” he spoke up, turning his head back to look at you, feeling a little shy under your gaze. he’d meant to say something flirty to fluster you back, but he’d ended up just sounding like a pathetic wimp, and he could already hear his stupid brother laughing his ass off in his head from what he’d said. that annoying hyena laugh of his– where did his twin get it from? surely not his mother.

“mm…if you say so, ‘samu. i’ll look for you,” your voice was heavy and slurred as you stumbled over your words, and perhaps the trip to the store for more liquor earlier hadn’t been needed. you both had celebrated plenty with what you'd already had at home.

you pressed another kiss to his jaw, and then another, and then you were moving lower until he placed his hands on your sides and you hummed, sliding off his chest to lay on your back beside him, your arm still splayed out across his middle.

his eyes had followed you as you rolled off, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he watched your eyes widen at the sight above. your lips parted slightly as you kept looking up, eyebrows relaxed and slightly raised in awe of the view above you.

normally, the light pollution from the streetlights that illuminated the paths of your college campus prevented you from seeing much of the nighttime sky but out in this field, laying in the cool, wet, dewy grass away from any light source, the sky was littered with stars. it wasn’t even all that dark on its own, you realized, and you wondered why there were even lights in the cities to begin with. you were positive you'd be able to navigate the city with your only light being the sky above. it was expansive, and if you looked far enough back, lifting your head slightly off the ground, everything else in sight disappeared, leaving you with only a view of the sky which seemed to curve and go on forever. the stars glimmered upon their wide canvas that wasn’t quite black, but a twilight blue more clear than black. a few flashing lights moved across the sky, sometimes red, signaling a traveling aircraft above, and you followed one moving east before you began to rack your brain for any knowledge of the constellations, searching for anything that might make a shape in the sky. 

while you were busy looking at the stars above, he was looking at you. it truly felt like a cliche movie and he almost wanted to look away before you caught him staring, but he found that he couldn't look away. he realized what those actors in the movies felt when they stared at their partners who were focused on a screen in the movies or looked at their partners while they watched the clouds.

your laugh pulled him from his thoughts as he saw your arm stretch out as you pointed at the sky, “look, ‘samu, that one looks like an onigiri. and those stars look like volleyball! they’ve got a little curve like they’re those lines on the ball and everything. maybe the stars rearranged themselves just for you tonight–” your head lolled to the side as you looked at him, an innocent smile on your face. “what are you looking at, silly? the stars are up there!” he allowed your hand to smoosh his face as you tried to push it off its side to make him face the stars, which he looked at for a second before grabbing your hand, kissing it as he looked back at you.

“i see the stars, honey. i’m the one who told you to look up there in the first place,” he teased gently, continuing to stare at you while you looked back with wide eyes as if you were flabbergasted that he’d just kissed your hand. “‘m just looking at something prettier. and sweeter. i think everything i need is right in front of me. the sky could be blank for all i care– you’re the prettiest of them all.”

your lips pursed as you pulled your hand from his grip only to scoot closer, burying and hiding your face in his chest as you hit it lightly, “‘samu…” you whined while he ran a hand through your hair, a chuckle escaping him, “you’re so cheesy! but sweet… but wrong! you're wrong– the stars are prettier than me but i guess they can’t be sweet... you’re the sweetest! you know that, ‘samu?” you were rambling now, and he looked down at you, eyes crinkled in amusement as you peeked up at him from his shirt.

“you’re the sweetest, angel,” he replied, brushing a hair out of your face.

you suddenly sprang up, sitting up and climbing on top of him, “not true!” you argued, grabbing a fist fulll of his shirt before you seemed to hunch over with a groan, “sat up too fast– god–” he couldn’t help but laugh as you let go of his shirt, placing it on your stomach instead while focusing on not hurling up your guts.

“take it easy, doll. don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he smiled up at you when you straightened up again, looking down at him with a grin of your own.

“not until you admit you’re the sweetest. i won’t let you take me home until you admit it!” you challenged, crossing your arms.

he sat up slightly, leaning back on his elbows as he continued to look at you, “mm… no. can’t admit something that’s not true, sweets.”

“that’s what i should be calling you! don’t call me sweets,” you complained, looking back at him with a pout on your lips.

he laughed again as he held the side of your face, kissing your pursed lips before pulling back again. “we’ll be here all night if you don’t get off me, sweets. you’ve got the sweetest lips and the sweetest heart, and i’ll kiss you all night telling you so if that’s what it takes.”

he flirted back, staying close to your face after kissing you and your cheeks redden as you felt his breath on your lips, your mind suddenly blanking on any kind of comeback. “i... fine. i can be sweetest today, but this fight isn’t over. you hear?” you jabbed a finger at his chest, trying to appear tough. “now, kiss me again.”

he snorted at the demand, before sitting up completely, situating you on his lap as his other hand reached up to hold the other side of your face. “whatever my love demands. i'm all yours, sweetheart.”

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[docwritesshit]

hihi!!! can I request a traffic light trio x fem!goddess reader please!! (all separate head cannons!!)

Oooo this’ll be fun!

Traffic light trio x Fem!Goddess!Reader

Redson

With this one, yall met a celestial event

One look across the room and this one became so curious

You were someone newer, under the wing of Quanyin and still learning the ropes but getting the hang of it quite easily

So you two met, begrudgingly under Quanyins guidance

But Reds was very… nice and polite. Very different from the stories you heard

Then things evolved and here you were dating!

She visits you more often than you visit her, mostly because his father likes to joke they took after him

PIF and DBK both approve of this btw. They would be hypocrites not to.

Gifts and trinkets they made decorate your walls, however they are more mystical in nature

Loves loves loves when you send gifts back. Likes the the little swans you make to actually fly down to him the most

Dates consist of you guys walking the celestial heavens all day any day

Letters travel back and forth between you two a lot because yall are both pretty busy

What you don’t know is that they save all of the letters in order to craft you a swan of your own made up of the love he has for you

Cuddle up to him and watch them combust

MK

Ok he may have flown a bit too high while in his bird form and smacked you in the face-

Instantly transforming back and apologizing profusely

Then he gets stars in his eyes once he really looks at you

“Wow… you might be the goddess of my dreams- SORRY THAT SLIPPED OUT!”

Poor boy, he’s too cute for his own good

Once you start dating, he sends you so many doodles he’s made of you

So. Many. Doodles.

Even makes you a whole ass portrait for your anniversary

Yall both go to Flower Fruit Mountain for dates

Wukong keeps to himself, but gives MK proud smirks so damn often

Loves cuddling you. Snug as a bug in a rug when you hold him with all your robes flowing around

Makes you food. Is very particular on how he makes it cause you’re a goddess-

Loves star gazing with you and hearing all the stories you tell about different constellations

Oh my god he’s so fucking cute I can’t express how endearing it is

Would try and replicate a clay pot he saw and it would come out a muddled mess and you still cherish that thing

You are so protective of him if any other celestial tries to criticize you for dating the pupil of that “menace of a primate”

He has and will faint if you coo over him being cute. Do it, it’ll be funny

Mei

Honestly, pure fucking coincidence you two met

You were talking with the her uncle and she decided to crash in for a visit

Took one look at you and went “oh, cute. Imma keep her!”

And so you two are dating now-

Dates take place in Megalopolis mostly, she doesn’t really like the celestial realm and you haven’t seen a lot of the modern world

Likes to take you on motorcycle rides the most. The gleam in your eyes pales to the sun in her mind

Gives you her jacket if you get cold, even if you pint out you can just summon one of your own.

Loves doing your hair. Trying out different hairstyles is so fun.

Gets you a phone. Then sends you songs that remind her of you. You have so many playlists from her

Teaches you hand to hand combat with weapons because you never know when you need it

Loves hanging you off her arm and bragging how she bagged a “goddess”

You wanna know what’ll get her weak as well? Do her own hair. Face will be beat red. Do it.

That’s all :3

[aetheraa]

W-(et)-aitress || J.JK +18

WC: 9.3K

Tags: Waiter!Jungkook, Waitress/Supervisor!Reader, 18+ minors DNI, fingering, on the desk relations, slight angst, i dont know how to write tags!writer, tried to be funny, Waiter!Jin, Bartender!Namjoon, Bartender!Taehyung, Waiter!Jimin, Waiter!Hobi, Waiter!Yoongi, I really don't know how to do tags!writer

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Feeling a bit irritated more than usual, I plop down at one of the tables, holding a plate of food in one hand and my forgotten cappuccino from four hours ago in the other.

"How was your station?" Hoseok asks joining me a few moments later. The restaurant is finally empty, giving us a rare moment of quiet before we have to count today's cash.

"Pretty good," I sigh exhausted. "Probably around 50 or 60 guests across about 30 tables. Tips were nice though—some people even gave ten bucks. How about your upstairs shift?"

Hoseok shrugs, twirling spaghetti onto his fork. "It was chill. There was this cute girl at my table, but I chickened out and didn't make a move."

"Oh, do you mean the girl with the peek-a-boo hairstyle? Yeah, she was cute," I grin, sipping my cold ass cappuccino. I'd made it during a quiet moment, then abandoned it when things got hectic.

Hoseok smirks, pointing at my cup. "You're seriously drinking cappuccino at midnight?"

"You know how it is—I made it when it was quiet, then suddenly got slammed. But hey, it's still good. Try some," I slide the cup toward him.

He takes a sip and nods approvingly. "Damn, you should've been a bartender. This is nice."

"Thanks," I say, taking back the cup and glancing towards the stairs expectantly. "By the way, how’s that new guy, Jimin?"

"He's actually good," Hoseok replies with relief. "Finally someone who helps instead of creating more work."

I nod. "Glad to hear it."

"Speaking of helpful," Hoseok says with a teasing grin, "how was your shift with Jungkook? Still driving you crazy, or was he useful this time?"

"Jungkook’s fine," I smirk. "He's still adjusting to evening shifts, though. He was slow at first until I gave him a push." My eyes flicker toward the stairs again, waiting for Jungkook, who promised he'd join me once he finished counting the cash.

"Waiting for your husband?" Hoseok jokes, making me laugh nervously.

Just then, Jungkook comes into view from the hallway, balancing a plate piled high with food. Our eyes meet briefly, and he gives me a playful wink, making my heart skip a beat despite my efforts to look casual.

He sits next to Hoseok, sighing heavily.

"All done?" I ask, trying to act normal.

He nods, smiling softly. "Yeah, cash is counted. Took forever, but it's sorted now. Your report should be easy—I even organized everything extra neatly. Yoongi doesn't get that special treatment."

"Well, thanks," I say, hoping my cheeks aren’t too red.

Hoseok eyes Jungkook's overflowing plate, amused. "Rewarding yourself much?"

"Gotta eat something, right?" Jungkook shrugs, already digging in. "Evening shifts are exhausting. Usually, I don't even eat after lunch shifts."

"If you say so," I tease lightly.

I watch him eat hungrily, shaking my head amused. He's definitely cute, I'll give him that.

"Counting cash made you this hungry?" I joke, sipping my drink again.

He looks up with a playful smirk. "Working with you takes a lot of energy."

"Oh please," I chuckle. "I carried our whole shift. You’d still be restocking the wine fridge if I hadn't dragged you away."

"Sure, sure," Jungkook leans back lazily. "While you were hiding out back, pretending to be busy, I was dealing with all the difficult customers."

"Excuse me?" I shoot back, laughing. "I was running around making sure the food didn't burn under the heat lamp while you flirted for tips."

He shrugs cheekily. "Not my fault people like me."

"Or feel sorry for you," I tease back.

Hoseok groans loudly. "God, you two are unbearable. Don't forget, I'm still here suffering through this."

Jungkook and I exchange amused glances and respond in unison, "You chose to sit here."

Hoseok dramatically points between us. "No, you two decided to have your weird little work-date. Now I'm stuck as a third wheel."

I blush, while Jungkook laughs. "Hey, you're free to leave anytime."

"I would," Hoseok says, standing up, "but then you'd just spiral into some rom-com scene and forget to close."

I roll my eyes, smiling. "Oh God, Hoseok."

Jungkook chuckles softly as Hoseok walks away, turning back to me with a playful look. "Guess it's just us now."

I glance around the empty place, nodding slowly. "Looks like it."

He rests his chin in his hand, eyes playful. "Should probably start closing up, huh? Well, me mostly—you've still got your report."

I stretch lazily, standing up. "Maybe. Or we could sit here and keep arguing about who's the better worker."

He laughs, pushing away from the table. "As if you're winning that one. By the way, what's with your food?"

"I'll take it home," I reply lightly, grabbing my plate and heading into the kitchen to pack it up.

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The office is tucked away in the mezzanine, slightly elevated between the ground floor and the second floor of the restaurant.

From my spot at the desk, I can hear faint sounds from both levels—Hoseok aggressively moving chairs and blasting his music upstairs, and Jungkook downstairs trying out yet another questionable cleaning technique.

Yoongi warned me earlier that Jungkook loves inventing new 'cleaning techniques' to 'optimize his work.' The door to the office is open, letting me hear every creative attempt in real time.

After correcting a mistake Jungkook made on his report, the numbers finally match up. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back in the chair. My shift is officially over.

Just as I’m about to stretch, a sudden clang echoes from downstairs.

I pause.

Another noise follows—something aggressively shoved aside.

"...Jungkook?" I call out, already suspicious.

There's a brief silence, then a casual response: "I got it."

I press my lips together and move toward the railing overlooking the ground floor.

Below, Jungkook stands near the bar, looking way too pleased with himself. The chair next to him is slightly out of place, yet he stands there casually spinning a broom between his fingers.

Crossing my arms, I ask, "Got what, exactly?"

He looks up, meeting my eyes, causing my breath to catch slightly. His stupid—but undeniably cute—grin appears.

"Everything," he says smoothly. "Under control."

I narrow my eyes. "Why don’t I believe you?"

"Because you have trust issues?" he replies, tilting his head teasingly.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head as I make my way downstairs. His gaze remains fixed on me the entire time, like he's waiting for me to scold him—again.

By the time I reach him, he hasn't moved, still effortlessly spinning the broom.

"You know we're supposed to clean the place, right?" I say, tilting my head. "No renovations?" His gaze makes my cheeks flush.

"I was just… optimizing the space," Jungkook smirks, he's clearly aware of his effect on me.

Something shifts in the air between us. I'm not sure what to call it, but I definitely feel it.

"Oh?" I tighten my crossed arms. "And the loud crash earlier?"

He steps closer, further reducing the already small distance between us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"An experiment in efficiency," he says, vaguely gesturing.

I deadpan, "You dropped something, didn’t you?"

He lifts his chin defiantly. "It was strategic."

Shaking my head, I step around him towards the counter. "Uh-huh. What's your strategy for finishing before sunrise, then?"

"Ah," Jungkook scratches his head, "that's where you come in."

"Me?" I pause, raising an eyebrow.

He leans against the broom, grinning. "You could just stand there judging me all night. Or—" he gestures towards the counter—"you could grab a cloth and help, since you're already here."

I narrow my eyes playfully. "I prefer option one, but fine. You did break something though, right?"

He grins wider. "Only one glass."

"I'm deducting that from your tips," I joke lightly.

Hoseok’s voice suddenly echoes from upstairs. "If you two keep flirting instead of finishing your work, I'll lock you in and leave!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "He's so dramatic. How did he even hear us?"

Jungkook chuckles, straightening up. "He's definitely gonna tease us about this forever. Mimimi flirting at work."

"That's not flirting. I'm just educating you," I lie smoothly, grabbing a cloth from behind the bar. "But if we actually finish cleaning, he'll have one less thing to complain about."

Jungkook watches me begin wiping down the counter, his smirk softening into something gentler. "Look at you," he muses. "So responsible."

I shoot him a sideways glance, smiling. "Someone has to be."

He exhales a quiet laugh, rolling up his sleeves and returning to mopping. After a while, Hoseok comes back downstairs, bag slung over his shoulder, dramatically sighing "Finally."

"Alright, I'm out. Finished everything I needed to do. Y/N, we did good today," Hoseok smiles brightly, giving me a high-five.

"Thanks, Hoseok," I reply warmly. "See you tomorrow."

Jungkook nudges my arm lightly as Hoseok leaves. "Bet he misses us already."

I roll my eyes, quickly turning my head away to hide the blush from his brief touch.

------

With the last of the cleaning done, I mentally go through my checklist again.

“Did Namjoon restock before he left?” I ask, already heading towards the bar.

Jungkook, leaning lazily against one of the tables, hums in confirmation. “Yeah, he did. Even gave me a whole lecture about ‘proper organization.’”

“Well, you could use it sometimes,” I tease, grinning at him.

He shoots me a playful smirk, shaking his head softly.

Opening the fridge under the bar, I'm met with a perfect Namjoon-level organization: bottles neatly lined up, extra fruit prepared, napkins stacked—everything facing the same way.

“That man takes restocking way too seriously,” I mutter, shaking my head with mild amusement.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Yet, you're clearly impressed.”

I shoot him a look. “It’s called appreciating good work. You should try it sometime—maybe you'll earn some of my appreciation too.”

Jungkook gasps dramatically, pressing a hand over his heart. “Ouch. Was that almost an insult?”

I roll my eyes, already heading toward the stairs. “I need to check if Taehyung actually restocked upstairs or just pretended until Namjoon left.”

Jungkook trails behind me, laughing softly. “I bet he sighed dramatically the entire time.”

“Oh, definitely.”

Upstairs, I quickly scan the shelves near the bar and am pleasantly surprised to find everything in place—glasses restocked, straws refilled, and even drink stirrers.

“Huh,” I mutter, double-checking the napkin dispenser.

Jungkook leans in, looking over my shoulder a bit too closely. “Surprised he did his job?”

“No,” I reply, smirking lightly as I close the dispenser. “Just surprised he did it without forcing him.”

Jungkook grins. “Miracles happen.”

I shake my head, ticking off the last item on my mental checklist. “Alright, final thing—the tables downstairs.”

Jungkook groans dramatically as we head back down. “You really love dragging this out, don’t you?”

I glance at him sideways. “Sorry, would you prefer to come back to a mess tomorrow?” Though, if I’m honest, part of me just enjoys spending time with my annoyingly attractive coworker.

He sighs exaggeratedly. “No, boss.”

“You’re learning.”

Together, we move through the dining area, quickly setting up for tomorrow’s opening shift. Despite Jungkook’s playful complaints about how long it’s taking, he actually works efficiently alongside me.

Suddenly, Jungkook casually tosses a napkin onto a table, zero effort involved. I stop, staring at the crumpled, pathetic-looking napkin.

“Seriously?” I deadpan.

He raises an eyebrow innocently. “What?”

I gesture toward the napkin. “Would it kill you to put in a little effort?”

Jungkook’s grin widens. “Thought you liked fixing things I mess up.”

I narrow my eyes playfully. “I like seeing the job done properly.”

“Interesting,” Jungkook says slowly, meticulously straightening another napkin. “You never make me redo anything. You always just fix it yourself.”

I pause, caught off guard to be honest.

Before I can think of a comeback, his smirk returns. “Almost like you have a soft spot for me.”

I blush faintly, quickly finishing up my table. “Don’t push it.”

Jungkook chuckles as he watches me meticulously adjust the placement of a fork. “Wow, the precision. You're really out here fighting for excellence, huh?”

I sigh dramatically. “Some of us care about standards, Jungkook.”

He leans against a chair, crossing his arms casually. “And some of us think you just enjoy bossing me around.”

Matching his stance, I tilt my head playfully. “And you clearly enjoy it.”

His lips twitch as if fighting back a smile. “Maybe I do.”

Finally done, I glance around the spotless restaurant, satisfied. “Alright. Now we're officially finished.”

Jungkook stretches his arms, rolling his shoulders. “Finally. Thought you'd keep me hostage forever.”

Grabbing my bag, I head toward the door. “Careful. Hoseok will hear you from miles away and think you actually like staying late with me.”

Jungkook hums, falling into step beside me. “Would that be so bad?”

I pause briefly at the door before locking up, not about to give him the satisfaction of a straightforward answer.

Shaking my head with a slight smile, I adjust my bag strap. “Let’s go before you get any more ideas.”

He chuckles quietly, hands slipping into his pockets as he walks alongside me. “Too late.”

And somehow, I get the feeling he's only half-joking.

----

The next evening, I step into the restaurant, tying up my hair as I glance at the schedule. I already know who's working tonight but double-check anyway.

And sure enough—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, staring at Jungkook's name listed for the evening shift.

As if on cue, Jungkook strolls in behind me, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who wasn't even scheduled.

“Miss me already?” he teases, leaning casually against the counter.

I give him a flat look. “You’re not even supposed to be here tonight.”

He shrugs casually. “Yeah, well. Someone called out, and I’m just such a team player. More effort you said, right?”

I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “You volunteered?”

“Just for you,” he winks.

Before I can respond, Namjoon chimes in from behind the bar. “Actually, the manager just asked who was available, and Jungkook jumped in before anyone else had a chance.”

I raise an eyebrow at Jungkook, who doesn't look even slightly guilty.

“Wow,” I say slowly. “Almost like someone wanted to work with me.”

Jungkook smirks, crossing his arms confidently. “Closing shifts with you are just too fun to pass up.”

Before I can fire back, another voice joins the conversation.

“Oh, this is interesting,” Jin muses, approaching with a knowing grin. “Didn't realize we had front-row seats to a drama tonight.”

I sigh. “It's not drama. It's just Jungkook being annoying—as usual.”

Jungkook presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “Annoying? I'd say charming.”

Jin snorts, clearly amused. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Namjoon shakes his head, adjusting a row of glasses. “Can you two at least pretend to be professional tonight?”

Jungkook's grin widens mischievously. “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm always professional.”

I laugh shortly. “Oh yeah? Then I expect absolutely no distractions from you tonight.”

Jungkook tilts his head, his smirk growing more playful. “Interesting—because I think you're the one who keeps getting distracted by me.”

I hesitate for half a second—just enough for Jin to burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, he's getting bold,” Jin wheezes, clapping Namjoon on the shoulder. “You hearing this?”

Namjoon sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “Unfortunately, yes.”

I roll my eyes, refusing to let Jungkook win. “Wow, someone's confident today.”

Jungkook grins confidently. “You'd know.”

Exhaling sharply, I grab a tray to avoid further arguing. “Alright, enough. Get to work, all of you.”

Jin salutes dramatically. “Yes, ma’am.”

But Jungkook doesn't move immediately. Instead, he steps closer, his voice dropping enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“You're cute when you're bossy,” he murmurs before casually walking toward the dining area.

I blink, stunned. Wait, what?

Jin stares at me, mouth slightly open. “Did he just—”

Namjoon sighs again. “I need a drink, and we haven't even had a 5 oat-milk-or-cow-milk cappucino orders yet.”

I shake my head, hiding a smile as my cheeks heat up.

This shift is definitely going to be a long one.

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The evening at the restaurant is already full of activity. I move quickly between tables, making sure guests have everything they need and the service runs smoothly.

Tonight, Jungkook is actually being helpful, stepping in to lend a hand whenever I’m busy.

Yet, something feels off.

I notice how Jungkook seems to always end up exactly where I am. His eyes linger just a moment too long whenever our paths cross.

Whenever we both reach for items behind the bar, he moves slightly closer than necessary. If I’m going left, Jungkook also deliberately chooses left instead of picking the other side.

It’s obvious he knows I’m aware of his actions.

“You seem distracted,” Jungkook says casually when I pass him near the register.

I stop suddenly, turning to give him a sharp look. “I'm not distracted.” It's clearly a lie.

He tilts his head slightly, pretending innocence. “Oh, really? Because you just walked past table seven without refilling their water bottle. It's completely empty, and that's something you usually never miss.”

My jaw tightens, and I quickly glance over at table seven, only to find Jin already taking care of it.

Jungkook chuckles softly beside me. “Don’t worry. I handled it for you.”

Taking a deep breath, I reply, “Oh, how generous of you.” My tone is sarcastic, but my face feels warm.

He leans against the counter, smiling that annoying yet charming smile of his. “Exactly. I mean, what kind of coworker would I be if I didn't help out when you're clearly so distracted by thoughts of me?”

I stare at him, momentarily at a loss for words. “Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“Go do your actual job before I throw a menu at your face—the hard side first.”

He only grins wider. “If it means getting your attention, I might just let you.”

I seriously consider throwing the menu.

From behind the bar, Jin dramatically wipes away a pretend tear. “Honestly, this is the most entertaining thing I've seen all week.”

Namjoon, standing next to Jin, sighs deeply and shakes his head. “This is even worse than watching Taehyung pretend he's cleaning.”

Jungkook offers them a playful wink before heading off to take another order.

I press my fingers to my temples, muttering quietly, “I hate him.”

Jin leans casually on the counter, smirking knowingly. “Oh, definitely. That must be why your face is turning red right now.”

I shoot him an irritated look, quickly grabbing a serving tray and walking away before he has a chance to make another embarrassing remark. This shift is definitely turning into something more complicated than I expected.

-------------------

The shift winds down, finally giving me a moment to breathe. Namjoon is handling the final cleanup at the bar, and Jin is counting the last few receipts—our usual end-of-night routine.

But Jungkook is still lingering around.

I catch him staring at me from across the room as I finish cleaning up the last table.

“You done staring, or do you need a picture?” I ask, without looking up.

Jungkook grins, leaning casually against a chair. “Oh, I don’t need a picture. I see this live every night. Lucky guy, huh?”

I sigh, shaking my head while sorting through the notes in my purse. “Unbelievable.”

Jungkook chuckles, pushing away from the chair and moving closer to me. “Hey, you like it.”

I glance up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

Jungkook leans in slightly, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “Because if you really wanted me to stop,” he murmurs, “you would’ve shut me down a long time ago. You're the supervisor, after all.”

I hold his gaze, feeling my heartbeat quicken slightly.

I could shut him down. I probably should.

Instead, I let the silence linger, just long enough for his smirk to deepen.

“Thought so,” he says confidently, stepping back just as Jin calls out loudly from the bar.

“If you two are done eye-fucking, some of us are trying to go home!”

I whip around, my cheeks burning. “JIN!”

---------

The next day starts off like every other. Jungkook is covering the evening shift again, staying annoyingly close to me.

Surprisingly, he's working efficiently today—something unusual, but I’m not complaining. The restaurant is insanely busy, so his help is actually appreciated.

Finally, the last customers leave, and the restaurant falls quiet except for Hoseok's dramatic complaints about a customer.

"This guy asked me to switch the side dishes from the steak to the fish. Then, right after I sent the order to the kitchen and they started preparing it, he called me back and wanted to switch it again! The kitchen nearly killed me!" Hoseok whines, making me laugh.

I stretch my arms above my head, sighing deeply. “Alright, enough gossip. Let’s finish up quickly so we don’t end up stuck here all night.”

Jungkook, who’s been leaning against the counter doing absolutely nothing, flashes a playful grin. “Define ‘quickly.’”

I give him a flat look. “Quickly means you actually helping instead of just standing there trying to look pretty.”

Jungkook’s smirk widens as he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a rag. “So, you do think I look pretty?” Hoseok lets out an exaggerated "uhhh," clearly entertained.

I groan, rolling my eyes. “Oh my god, Jungkook, just work.”

He chuckles softly before finally starting to help. Namjoon is finishing up behind the bar, and Jin is at the register, looking like he's about to explode from concentration.

“You handle the tables; I'll stack the chairs,” I instruct, moving towards the dining area.

Surprisingly, Jungkook follows without a fuss, something I definitely notice as unusual. We quickly get into a rhythm: he flips chairs onto tables, and I clean the surfaces, resetting napkins and silverware neatly for tomorrow.

Of course, Jungkook can’t stay quiet for long.

“You know,” he begins casually, “this whole ‘bossing me around’ routine is starting to feel personal, but it’s kinda hot.”

Ignoring the second part of his comment, I scoff. “Oh, it got personal the moment you started slacking off.”

Jungkook grins widely, placing the last chair up before leaning casually against it. “You love having me around.”

“I tolerate you; that's the difference, sweetie,” I correct him, moving past him to fix a table setting.

His eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushing pink. "Sweetie, huh?”

He watches closely as I align the silverware with extreme precision. “But you tolerate me so much you've never even asked Hoseok to switch floors.”

I pause briefly, adjusting the forks again. “Maybe I just like when things are done properly. Hoseok wouldn’t boss you around nearly enough.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully, stepping closer. “Or maybe you actually enjoy working with me.”

I turn sharply to glare at him, but he's far too close now, and that smug grin of his is annoyingly attractive. He's not exactly wrong. Maybe.

“Jungkook,” I warn, trying to sound firm.

He grins even wider, almost mockingly. “Y/N.”

I take a deep breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered I actually feel. “Stack the last chairs, and we're done.”

He chuckles, stepping back at last. “Yes, sweetie.”

From behind the bar, Namjoon sighs loudly. “Are you two gonna flirt all night, or can we actually lock up sometime this century?”

Jin snorts, flipping through receipts with a smirk. “Let them have their fun. It’s like watching a real-time rom-com.”

I swear I can sense Jungkook’s grin even before he speaks.

“You hear that?” he says, glancing toward me with an exaggerated gesture. “We’re cinematic. Absolute cinema.”

I bury my face in my palms, groaning. “I seriously hate all of you.”

Namjoon laughs softly, finishing up the bar area. “Alright, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget to set the alarm before you leave,” he warns, pointing specifically at Jungkook and me. “And please, no distractions.”

I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. “Goodnight, Joon.”

“Night, lovebirds!” Jin calls teasingly, following Namjoon out the door with Hoseok tagging along behind him.

The moment the door closes, the restaurant suddenly feels far too quiet.

I glance at Jungkook. “Alright. Let’s—”

But Jungkook is still standing there, smirking.

I sigh heavily. “What's with that look on your face?”

He tilts his head teasingly. “So… lovebirds, huh?”

I groan again, exasperated. “Can you let even one thing go?”

He leans casually against a nearby table, crossing his arms. “Absolutely not.”

Shaking my head, I turn back to mentally double-check everything one last time. My face feels warm, and Jungkook definitely notices. I’m starting to realize these shifts will probably never feel normal again.

-----------------

For the past few weeks, Jungkook had been stuck on the lunch shift—something about balancing schedules, training Jimin to become the lunchtime supervisor already, or whatever excuse the manager had given. Honestly, the specifics didn't matter to me.

What did matter was that my usual evening shifts had been… different. Quieter.

Not that I'd ever admit it.

The most I'd seen of Jungkook lately was during shift changes—him clocking out just as I clocked in. A quick nod, a lazy wave, and occasionally a teasing, "Don’t miss me too much, babe."

Yeah, "babe." He'd randomly started calling me that for reasons I still didn't fully understand.

I'd roll my eyes, push past him, pretending I wasn't secretly waiting to see if he'd add anything else.

But today?

Today, he was finally back on the evening shift.

And of course, the universe wasted no time testing my patience.

I was in the bathroom, trying to fix my hair before the shift officially began. Standing in front of the mirror, I struggled to tie my ponytail neatly, but a few stubborn strands refused to cooperate, constantly slipping free no matter how many times I tried to secure them.

I was mid-struggle when the bathroom door clicked shut behind me.

“You need help?”

My eyes met Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror.

I scowled slightly, already feeling my face heating. “Do you ever knock?”

He ignored the question entirely, stepping closer instead. “Do you always take this long?”

“I didn't realize I was being timed,” I muttered under my breath, still battling with my stubborn hair.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, a sound that somehow managed to sound both amused and impatient. Then—without any warning—he reached forward.

Before I could react, his fingers brushed against mine, gently taking the hair tie from my hand.

My breath caught in my throat, a strange mix of irritation and excitement.

“What are you—”

“Stay still,” he murmured softly, already gathering my hair with an ease that surprised me.

My heartbeat instantly sped up, pounding uncomfortably loud in my ears.

Jungkook was close.

Too close.

I could feel his chest barely brushing against my back, his breath warm and steady against my temple. His hands moved gently yet confidently, smoothing and pulling my hair back with careful precision. Each soft tug made my skin tingle, something I stubbornly refused to acknowledge.

"You’re gonna pull too tight," I whispered, far quieter than I'd intended.

Jungkook hummed softly, securing the hair tie perfectly without causing any discomfort. "Relax, Y/N. I know what I’m doing."

My stomach flipped nervously at his closeness. This was definitely new territory.

"You do this often?" I asked, aiming for a casual indifference I certainly didn't feel.

Jungkook smirked slightly in the mirror, adjusting the ponytail just so. "I grew up with an older brother who hated doing his daughter’s hair. I had to learn something."

I exhaled slowly, deliberately ignoring how warm his fingers felt brushing against my neck. "Well, thanks, I guess."

Jungkook’s gaze caught mine in the mirror, his smirk deepening in satisfaction. "See? You do need me."

I rolled my eyes, suddenly eager to escape the intensity of the moment. Stepping forward quickly—maybe too quickly—I barely made it a step before Jungkook reached out, gripping my wrist firmly but gently, pulling me to a halt.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said, his voice soft yet full of amusement. “You’re really gonna pretend that wasn’t a moment?”

Heat rose swiftly to my cheeks, betraying my attempt at nonchalance. “There was no moment,” I insisted, even though we both knew it was a lie.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling with clear amusement. “You sure about that?”

I refused to meet his eyes again, instead reaching determinedly for the door handle. "We have a shift to start," I muttered stubbornly.

He released my wrist easily enough, but as I stepped quickly out of the bathroom, I could practically feel his smirk burning into my back, lingering long after I’d moved away.

As I walked toward the dining area to start the shift, my heart still raced, and I found myself unable to shake the lingering warmth on my skin from his touch. Yeah, this shift was definitely going to be even more complicated than I'd expected.

--------------------------

The initial rush at the beginning of the evening finally slowed, allowing me to catch my breath and chat casually with Taehyung, who was working the downstairs bar tonight. I leaned comfortably against the counter, rolling my shoulders to ease some tension as we joked around about anything that came to mind.

My attention drifted momentarily to Jungkook, who was standing near one of the high tables, casually wiping down a tray while talking to a guest—a female guest.

I hadn't meant to pay close attention, but my gaze lingered longer than intended.

She leaned in slightly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, her expression unmistakably flirtatious.

Not that it surprised me. Jungkook had always been effortlessly charming, easy to talk to, and attractive enough to draw attention without even trying.

Yet, it wasn't her behavior that captured my interest—it was Jungkook’s reaction.

He wasn't really engaging with her. He nodded politely now and then-probably for the tips-, offered small smiles, but there was none of the playful teasing or lively interaction that usually marked his conversations. He simply looked… bored.

I quickly turned my attention away, feeling oddly unsettled.

Jin, stacking menus nearby, must have caught me staring. He smirked knowingly. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

I scoffed dismissively. “Happens all the time. Not my problem.”

Jin hummed softly, not convinced. “You sure about that?”

“Just focus on your job, Jin,” I shot back grinning. But deep down, his comment irked me more than I wanted to admit.

Jin chuckled quietly but thankfully let it go. Taehyung, however, gave me a pointed look, clearly aware of my maybe-more-than-tiny crush on Jungkook.

Later, during a rare quiet moment, Jungkook and I stepped outside the back entrance for a short break. The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin as I cradled a freshly made cappuccino, savoring the brief respite from the bustling restaurant. I knew Jin could manage the floor without us for a bit.

Jungkook stretched his arms overhead, groaning exaggeratedly. “If one more customer asks for something not on the menu, I might actually lose it.”

I leaned back against the brick wall, sipping my drink with a small smile. “You survived two weeks of lunch shifts. Shouldn't you be used to difficult requests by now?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Lunch shifts are different. Customers just want quick meals and leave. But evening? It’s non-stop drama.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “You’re always so dramatic.”

Before he could retort, the back door swung open abruptly.

It was her again.

The girl from earlier.

“Uh, normally this exit is for personnel only?” My tone was questioning, but she completely ignored me.

Jungkook blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She stepped closer, briefly glancing at me—acknowledging my presence for barely a second—before directing her attention solely to him.

“Hey,” she began sweetly, her eyes locked on Jungkook. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

"No, just using the wrong door and ignoring me," I thought, biting back a sarcastic remark.

Always polite, Jungkook shook his head slowly. “No, what's up?”

She shifted slightly, biting her lip nervously. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to give me your number?"

Silence followed.

I blinked, momentarily stunned, glancing down at my own hand as if to check if I'd suddenly become invisible.

Jungkook didn’t respond right away. He didn't fidget, smirk, or even look at me for guidance. He just sighed quietly before offering her a small, apologetic smile.

“Ah… thanks, but I’ll have to pass.”

My head snapped towards him, brows furrowing in surprise.

She hesitated. “Oh. Really?”

Jungkook nodded kindly. “Yeah, I've got someone else on my mind. But thanks for asking.”

My gaze immediately snapped back to him, confused by his unexpected honesty.

The girl paused briefly, then laughed awkwardly. “Well, you can't blame me for trying, right?”

Jungkook chuckled softly, easing the tension. “Guess not.”

With one final awkward smile, she turned around and disappeared back into the restaurant.

"Wrong door again," I muttered quietly before turning fully towards Jungkook, staring at him intently, trying to read his expression.

He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that was—”

“You turned her down?” I interrupted, my curiosity winning out.

Jungkook looked at me like I was the one acting strangely. “Uh… yeah?”

I crossed my arms, defensive and confused. “Why?”

He tilted his head slightly, eyebrows raised as if my question made no sense. “Because I wasn't interested in her?”

My frown deepened. “Since when do you turn down pretty girls who ask for your number?”

Jungkook smirked, stepping closer just a bit, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why? You think I should’ve said yes? Can't do that in front of my work wife.”

Heat rose quickly to my cheeks. “I don’t care what you do. And I'm not your work wife!”

Jungkook hummed skeptically, clearly unconvinced. “Sounds like you care. And according to Jin, you definitely are.”

I scoffed in frustration. “I—”

Jungkook leaned in even closer, voice dropping slightly. “What's wrong?”

My jaw tightened, irritation and embarrassment battling inside me. But before I could reply, the door swung open again, breaking the tension.

“Break’s over, lovebirds! No, seriously, it's getting busy again,” Jin announced cheerfully, clearly amused.

Without another word, I turned sharply, storming past Jungkook back into the restaurant.

Jin chuckled, following closely behind and patting Jungkook on the shoulder. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?”

Jungkook merely grinned wider, eyes twinkling. “More than you know.”

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“Alright,” I muttered, flipping through the closing checklist. Actually writing down tasks instead of relying on my memory had definitely been one of my better ideas lately. “I just need to grab a couple things from the storage room, and then we’re done.”

Jungkook, still lazily leaning against the counter, tilted his head slightly, watching me with amusement. “Want some company?”

I glanced at him with mild annoyance. “I think I can manage napkins and menus on my own.”

He smirked, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter. “If you say so.”

Ignoring his smug expression, I headed toward the storage room, pushing open the heavy door and flicking on the dim overhead light.

Shelves stacked high with extra stock lined the walls—glassware, utensils, cleaning supplies. I stepped deeper inside, scanning labels carefully, stretching on tiptoes to reach the box of menus stacked precariously on the top shelf.

The door creaked behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“You can’t be serious,” I muttered.

Jungkook’s voice dripped with smugness. “You were taking too long.”

I exhaled sharply, stubbornly reaching up for the box. “I can handle this. Plus, I've literally been gone for like five minutes.”

“Five minutes too long,” he teased lightly, stepping closer. “Looks like you’re struggling, babe.”

Before I could fire back, he was right behind me.

I froze, my heartbeat suddenly loud in my ears.

His fingers brushed gently against mine as he effortlessly pulled the box down, carefully lowering it between us.

“There,” he murmured softly, his voice way too close for comfort. “No tragic accidents today.”

My pulse quickened. “Congratulations, you saved me.” My voice sounded weaker than I’d hoped.

Jungkook chuckled quietly, placing the box aside, but he didn’t step away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes dancing over my face, seemingly debating something.

His gaze flickered down to my lips, back up to my eyes, then again lower.

The small space between us seemed to shrink even further.

“You’re still in my way,” I whispered, trying to sound firm.

He smirked gently. “You could ask me to move.”

But I didn’t.

He exhaled softly, and in that moment, I realized just how close we truly were. His body hovered mere inches from mine, warmth radiating between us.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice had dropped lower, teasing but sincere beneath it.

My throat tightened slightly. “You wish.”

Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly closer, shifting the atmosphere around us. “Then say no.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Because the truth was—I did miss him.

I missed the banter, the teasing, the way he effortlessly managed to push all my buttons, how he lingered just a bit too close and invaded my thoughts far more than I wanted to admit. Even his stupid nicknames had grown on me.

His fingertips gently brushed the edge of my waist, the touch so soft it almost felt imagined.

My breath caught sharply.

"Thought so," he murmured, his smile softer now, eyes warmer.

For a brief second, my heart raced wildly, thinking he might actually—

Then, of course, the universe intervened.

The storage room door swung open abruptly.

“Are you two—oh my god.”

Jin’s loud, startled voice echoed dramatically through the small space.

I jumped back so fast I nearly collided with the shelf behind me. Jungkook, annoyingly composed as always, merely turned his head calmly, totally unfazed.

Jin blinked rapidly, processing the scene before dramatically pointing at us. “I knew something was up!”

Groaning, I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. “Jin—”

“Oh, don't ‘Jin’ me,” he interrupted cheerfully, grinning widely. “I was just checking why this was taking forever, and suddenly I’m on set for some romantic K-drama? Next time, I'll bring you some open wine from the bar.”

Jungkook stuffed his hands casually into his pockets, looking thoroughly entertained. “Perfect timing, hyung.”

Jin feigned offense, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Oh, pardon me for interrupting your secret storage room rendezvous.”

I stormed past him without another word, shoving the box into his arms forcefully. “We are absolutely not doing this right now.”

Jin raised his eyebrows suggestively. “No, please, carry on. I can leave—”

I shot him a glare that silenced him instantly, though his smirk remained firmly in place.

Jungkook, with zero remorse, casually brushed past me on his way out, still smiling smugly. “See you out there, boss.”

I exhaled sharply, gripping the shelf for support as I collected myself.

This shift was officially going to drive me insane.

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The restaurant was finally quiet.

Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and the kitchen staff had already gone home, locking up the main entrance behind them and leaving only Jungkook and me inside to complete the final task of the night—the end-of-shift accounting.

I sat at the small office desk, counting the cash from the register. Jungkook leaned casually against the filing cabinet nearby, lazily flipping through receipts without any sense of urgency.

"Why do you always stay late, Jungkook?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He glanced up with an innocent smile. "Just making sure you're not falling asleep on the job."

I rolled my eyes. “Are you actually helping, or just pretending to?” I muttered, punching numbers into the calculator.

Jungkook hummed, eyes still fixed on the receipts. “Mmm. Define ‘helping.’”

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples. “Jungkook.”

He grinned, finally placing the stack of receipts onto the desk and stepping closer. “Relax, Y/N. I got this.”

I side-eyed him suspiciously as he opened the logbook, scribbling down the totals casually, acting like he wasn't the reason we were taking twice as long.

For a few minutes, the room was filled only with the faint scratching of pen on paper and the occasional rustling of bills as I sorted through them. The silence should have been peaceful.

But it wasn't.

Because Jungkook was still there.

He was close enough that I could feel his warmth, close enough that every small movement—the brush of his arm against mine, every glance he threw my way—felt charged.

I tried to ignore it. Really, I did.

But then, just as I finished the final calculation, Jungkook spoke again—his voice softer, almost tentative.

“You still thinking about earlier?”

I froze slightly, keeping my eyes fixed on the paper. “Earlier?”

Jungkook tilted his head, observing me carefully. “Storage room.”

My pulse quickened slightly, but I forced myself to stay composed. “Oh. That. No.”

Jungkook chuckled quietly. “Liar.”

I took a sharp breath, finally looking up at him. “Do you ever let anything go?”

He smirked, but this time it felt different—softer, less teasing.

“No,” he murmured softly, eyes locked onto mine. "I like you too much for that."

Before I could fully process what he’d said, Jungkook stepped closer.

I tensed instinctively but didn't move away.

He reached out gently, his fingers brushing mine lightly across the desk, testing my reaction.

“You keep acting like this isn't happening,” he murmured, watching me closely.

My throat suddenly felt dry. “Like what isn't happening?”

He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in.

My breath caught sharply in my chest.

And then—his lips met mine.

Softly. Slowly. Deliberately.

It was a kiss that didn't rush or hesitate. It was confident, intentional, like he'd planned this moment carefully.

My fingers curled slightly against the desk, my body responding automatically. I didn’t pull back. If anything, I leaned in just enough to feel him more fully. Jungkook exhaled softly against my lips, as though he’d been holding his breath all night, waiting for this moment.

Then, just as smoothly as he'd kissed me, he pulled away slightly—just enough to look me directly in the eyes.

There was a brief, heavy silence.

Then he spoke again, his voice low, satisfied, and utterly smug:

“Knew you’d kiss me back.”

Heat flooded my cheeks instantly. “You—shut up.”

Jungkook laughed softly, sliding his hands casually into his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.

I scowled, trying to refocus my attention on the logbook as if nothing had just happened. “We still have work to finish.”

Jungkook smiled and watched me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me again.

At first, the kiss was gentle and cautious, as if he was giving me a chance to pull away. But when I didn’t—when I couldn’t—he deepened the kiss. He moved closer, gently placing a hand on the back of my neck, his fingers softly brushing against my skin.

My hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk as my heartbeat accelerated, and I felt my nervousness slowly melt away. His body was warm and firm, and when he gently pulled me closer, I allowed it.

Jungkook hummed softly against my lips, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss further. His other hand rested lightly on my waist, fingertips pressing gently against my back, giving me support.

My fingers hesitated at first, but then I responded decisively.

Impulsively, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him even closer. Jungkook exhaled in surprise, about to smile, but I kissed him again—this time matching his intensity.

From that moment on, all hesitation vanished.

Jungkook’s hands moved down to my hips, gripping them more firmly as he gently pressed me back against the desk. A quiet gasp escaped me, but he quickly captured it with a deeper kiss. The sensation was overwhelming and thrilling, my entire body reacting to his closeness.

The small office suddenly felt even smaller and warmer. Even the soft hum of the fluorescent lights seemed louder now, mixing with my rapid heartbeat.

His fingers gently traced under the edge of my shirt, barely touching my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, and my knees weakened when he whispered softly against my lips:

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

I probably should have felt embarrassed by how loud my heart was beating and how tightly my fingers gripped his shirt, as if he were the only reason I was still standing.

But I didn't.

Instead, an unfamiliar determination suddenly overcame me, and I pulled him even closer, clearly feeling his warmth and presence. His breath caught in surprise, sending another thrill through me.

When Jungkook kissed me again—slowly and deeply, as if savoring every moment—I surrendered completely, losing myself in his embrace.

My breathing became irregular, my grip on his shirt stayed firm. Jungkook left no room for doubt. His lips moved with purpose, without hurry, as if we had all the time in the world. His hands were warm and secure on my waist, gentle enough that I could easily pull away if I wanted to.

But I didn’t want to.

The tension between us had built up for so long, and suddenly the playful teasing and intense glances made sense. Every touch felt deliberate and meaningful, igniting something inside me that I had suppressed for far too long.

Jungkook laughed softly against my lips, briefly breaking the kiss but remaining very close. “I didn't think you'd go this far.”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling his teasing voice caused inside me as heat rose to my face. “Shut up.”

His grin widened, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as his fingers gently tightened on my waist. “Make me.”

So I did just that. I leaned in again, silencing him with another kiss—this one even more intense. As he eagerly responded, holding me tighter, I realized there was no turning back now—and that was exactly what I wanted.

I pulled him back in, fingers sliding up the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin underneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his grip flexing against my waist before his hands moved lower—trailing down over my hips, pressing against my back to keep me close.

The desk pressed into the small of my back, but I barely noticed.

Jungkook kissed me with the same control he used in everything—slow, steady, making me feel every second of it. And it was working.

My heart was pounding.

His hands slid higher, fingertips teasing at the hem of my shirt, waiting, giving me a chance to push him away.

I didn’t.

Instead, my hands tightened in his shirt, pulling him forward just as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss.

Jungkook groaned quietly, his fingers pressing harder into my skin.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his lips brushing against my jaw, slowly kissing downward.

My breath caught as he reached the spot just below my ear, his teeth gently grazing my skin before soothing it with his tongue.

My grip on his shirt tightened. “Jungkook—”

He hummed in response, lips trailing back up teasingly. I tilted my head, opening my eyes slightly while playing with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt.

He grabbed my wrists, pulling them away, and with a swift move, he took his shirt off, leaving me staring at him.

I swallowed.

Hard.

He noticed.

"See something you like?" he teased. Like a deer caught in headlights, I stared at him.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered," he murmured, voice low before diving back into another kiss.

He pulled me closer, his hands settling low on my back. My hand traced faint lines on his chest, the other tangled in his hair.

Jungkook’s hands wandered under my shirt, his slightly cold fingers against my heated back made me hum softly into the kiss, enjoying the sensation.

As I pressed myself more firmly against him, I felt his growing erection. He opened his eyes, meeting mine with a grin.

His hand traveled between my thighs, squeezing gently, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“I want you, Y/N,” he whispered against my lips.

“Well, I can definitely feel it,” I replied confidently, rolling my hips against his.

His other hand moved from my chest to the hem of my shirt. I turned swiftly, pushing him against the desk, and in one motion, removed my shirt.

He paused for a moment, staring. “God, you're perfect,” he whispered, pulling me closer to leave slow, heated kisses along my chest.

“Touch me again, please,” I whimpered, guiding his attention back to my eyes.

“You’re still asking?” His cocky grin returned.

His gaze darkened as he swiftly lifted me onto the desk.

“Watch out for the day report; I don't want to do it again,” I joked, shoving papers aside.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind staying longer with you,” he smiled genuinely.

For a brief moment, genuine affection flashed in his eyes before turning lustful again. He lifted my skirt—conveniently worn today—and his fingers found the already soaked fabric of my panties.

With a swift motion, he moved them aside, and with my reassuring nod, slipped a finger inside me. My moan echoed through the quiet restaurant.

He moved slowly at first, picking up speed gradually. One hand held me down by my shoulder, while the other was occupied with me.

I moaned uncontrollably, my knee brushing against his clothed erection, making his cheeks flush slightly.

“I need more,” I breathed, causing him to shudder.

He studied my face briefly, breathing shallowly. “I need you, Jungkook, please,” I begged as he added a second finger, causing my grip on his shoulder to tighten.

“Hmmm? What do you need, babe?” he teased, grinning.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, tasting them, eyes locked onto mine with undeniable Lust.

My cheeks flushed deeper, heart racing as he reached out, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me softly off the desk.

He held my hands tenderly, the playful lust in his eyes softening for a moment into something more sincere. The sudden shift didn't feel abrupt anymore; it felt as if a border was crossed for more honesty 

Jungkook exhaled slowly "I really like you, Y/N,” he confessed, his voice genuine. “Ever since I started working here two years ago, I tried to get the evening shifts just so I could spend more time around you. I enjoy every single minute I'm with you.”

My eyes widened and my heart fluttered. “I—I like you too, Jungkook,” I admitted softly, a gentle smile forming. “Even if you’re sometimes a little lazy,” I added teasingly.

“I’m only lazy around you,” he smiled warmly, tapping my nose playfully. “I just want time to slow down when I'm with you—watching you make customers laugh, seeing you scold Tae for not filling the bar properly.”

“You’re so sweet,” I whispered softly, leaning my head comfortably against his chest.

“Only with and for you,” he murmured lovingly into my hair, pulling me closer, enveloping me in a warmth that made my heart swell.“And now,” his voice turned playful again, “bend over as prettily as when you wipe the tables.”

The mood shifted back instantly. Smiling shyly, I turned and bent over the desk. “Do as you please. If you're good, maybe you'll become my co-supervisor,” I teased, looking over my shoulder.

“Fucking my way to the top now?” he joked, opening his pants and lifting my skirt again, my panties dropping to the floor.

Wetting his fingers, he massaged my entrance, making me hum in pleasure.

“You have no idea how often I've thought about this,” he said, stroking himself slowly.

“Dreams do come true,” I sighed, reaching back to stroke him.

After a brief moment, he stopped me, positioning himself at my entrance. “Ready, love?” he asked softly.

WIth a faint nod and an assuring hum he pushes himself into me.

A stretched moan from my side and a hiss from his, he's going in inch by inch. As he hits the end he stays for while. ,, Holy shit, you're really tight", he hisses, which makes me clench around him, earning a highpitched tone from him.

After some time and a much needed deep breath he starts to move slow and delicate.

But I can feel how he starts to slowly lose control, his moves quicken up and my name falls of his lips like a prayer.

I am a moaning mess, I almost can't decide between the words 'Oh God', 'Ah fuck' and 'Jungkook' , so I do my own remixes.

I can feel the knot in my lower stomach thighten and he's so good, at some point I count the stars infront of my eyes. ,,Y/N you're really hot by the way", the sudden compliment takes I back and I'm stuck by counting 7 stars.

The feeling of his dick going in and out in a fast paces makes me ready to release. I try to hold it in for a brief moment, enjoying the moment too much.,, Jungkook I'm almost...Oh God" , I say the knot threatening to explode any second.

His moves get sloppier by the second, keen on reaching his own high.

,,Come for me darling. I'm also about to.", he gasps, his grip around my hips tightening. And with that the bomb goes off. I -practically- scream his name as I release myself onto his dick, clenching my walls hard enough it sends him over the edge as well.

He thrusts a few more times before he almost collapses ontop of me.

Now, heavy breathing fills the room and I don't know how to really act at first. Jungkook pulls himself out, pulling up his pants and grabbing a tissue from the desk, cleaning me -sort of-.

“Sorry... I probably won't be able to clean you up properly here,” Jungkook said softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But my place isn't far if you'd like to freshen up.” He winked at me, carefully pulling my panties back up and giving me a teasing slap.

I blushed deeply, smiling shyly. “If you don't mind, I'd really like that.” Gently, I settled onto his lap as he sank into one of the chairs, leaning comfortably against his chest.

We sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the closeness until my gaze fell onto the desk. My relaxed smile vanished instantly when I noticed the crumpled day report.

“Oh no, the report!” I groaned in frustration, picking up the paper and tossing it into the trash with a practiced flick. “I need to rewrite the whole thing.”

Jungkook chuckled softly behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Hmm, guess we'll have to do this again,” he murmured playfully into my ear.

I laughed lightly, turning my head slightly to kiss his cheek. “Next time without interruptions, please.”

Reaching forward, I grabbed the laptop, preparing to redo the report, when Jungkook pulled out his phone with a mischievous grin. “Take your time, babe. By the way, can I save you in my phone now as 'bossy-supervisor-hot-girlfriend'?”

Surprised, I turned to face him directly. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

He gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing softly over my flushed skin. His eyes held genuine warmth as he replied sincerely, “I've wanted you to be my girlfriend since the moment I first saw you.”

I felt my face grow even warmer, butterflies fluttering nervously in my stomach. “Well… then I guess you can call me that now,” I whispered shyly, quickly turning back toward the laptop to hide my flustered expression.

Smiling warmly, Jungkook placed a gentle kiss on my neck before raising his phone to snap a quick picture of us, immediately setting it as his profile picture.

,,Not when I look so fucked.. please", I whine as I type the data again.

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thanks for reading loves! ♥

Feedback always wished I'm not the best smut writer 😞🔫

Also I didn't reread the last edit so bear with me :')

[chrissv4mp]

hey!! your writing is too fucking good omg. would you be down to write a cute celebration with olivia rodrigo, where the reader is an athlete and makes the winning basket or smth??

my champion 🏆💞

warnings: none!

author's note: HIHI ur so sweet, tysm☹️🫶🏼 also, more olivia fics out soon bc yall seem to really like them!!🙈 this is a little short bc im like really bad at writing fluff! also olivia being a basketball gf... AHHHH very VERY old thing i wrote butttt... i had to keep u guys fed until i get so american out!!

pairing: fem!reader × olivia rodrigo OR basketball player!reader × olivia rodrigo

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"that's a travel, what the fuck?" you scoffed, resisting the urge to stand up off the bench.

coach collins sighed, rubbing her temple as she looked to the ground. the opposing team bad just made a basket and were now ahead of USC.

you bounced your leg out of stress as you looked up at the scoreboard, 2 more minutes until the fourth quarter, and the state championships, ended.

"we need subs," coach collins said, but your teammates didn't move until she looked back at them darkly.

you didn't move either, assuming that you weren't allowed any playing time since you had been in for a majority of the game.

"y/n, you too." a smile formed on your lips as you stood and ran to quickly kneel on the sideline.

the referee blew the whistle and you and the other 4 girls were allowed on the court. you couldn't help but look up into the crowd, trying to spot your girlfriend.

"c'mon, y/n! woo!" olivia cheered, and you could feel your smile and the urge to win grow.

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15 seconds, and the opposing team had the ball.

they were still up by one point, and you kept cursing yourself for missing baskets.

"shoot the god damn ball!" an audience member yelled, and the girl who had the ball obeyed.

it bounced off the rim, falling straight into your hands. you didn't hesitate to sprint down the court, stopping just at the 3-point line.

you had to make this or USC would lose. you would lose.

inhaling deeply, you bent your knees and then jumped, watching as the ball rolled off your fingertips and into the air.

3 seconds, the crowd informed as they counted down. the ball hit the rim, but it didn't bounce back.

2 seconds, the ball spun around the orange rim, and you could feel your nerves coming back.

1 second, the ball went in.

the crowd erupted in cheerful roars, screams being heard from your team as they ran up to you.

your mouth fell open, shock being visible on your face as one of your teammates came to pat you on the back.

"let's go, y/n!" she yelled, smiling.

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after the small celebration with your team and a quick shower, you began to make your way down the hall towards the exit.

just as you were about to pass a hallway, olivia jumped out at you and pulled you into her embrace.

your eyes widened for a second, but then you wrapped your arms around her lovingly, resting your chin on her shoulder and breathing in her perfume.

"you did great, babe." she muttered, pulling away from the hug before grabbing your face and kissing you.

smiling, you grabbed her waist, bringing your bodies closer together before muttering against her lips, "thank you, liv. i wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

olivia pulled away before showering your face with kisses again, holding you tightly.

"hey, let's get out of here, yeah?" you suggested, grabbing hold of her hand and beginning to walk out of the building.

liv nodded, not being able to take her eyes off of you.

"what're you looking at?" you laughed as you got into the car, buckling your seat belt as you put your keys into the ignition.

"you. you're just so pretty." she mused, reaching over to grab your hand again.

the car ride home wasn't at all silent due to olivia congratulating you ever 5 seconds. she was such a sweet girl, you didn't understand why other people didn't think so.

as the two of you approached your home, olivias smile widened, her grip on your hand just a little tighter, "i knew you guys would win, y'know?"

you smirked, looking over at her as you parked the car in your driveway, "yeah?"

the brunette nodded, "yeah, that's why i did something special. just for you, baby."

"c'mon." she smiled, getting out of the car.

your smirk turned to a smile as you got out of the car, following liv inside of the house and out to the backyard.

your mouth fell agape as you saw the scene outside. there was a small blanket on the grass, on top of it was a picnic basket with pillows laying just beside it.

"liv, oh my god." you mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

"surprise, love." she said, kissing your cheek before leading you to the sit beside her on the blanket.

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it wasn't long until the sun had set and the both of you were lying down and looking up at the stars, hands intertwined.

the only sounds that heard were quiet breaths and the gentle gusts of wind every now and then.

you loved whenever it was like this, just you and your girlfriend alone, sitting in comfortable silence.

"i love you." you whispered, turning your head to look over at the beautiful brunette.

liv turned her head just after you, staring at your eyes as she smiled sweetly, "i love you more,"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing as you looked away, "not possible, but okay, liv."

"it is possible?" olivia laughed, squeezing your hand lovingly.

the rest of the night was spent under your guys' shared roof, holding each other tightly and never letting go.

you wondered what you did to deserve liv.

. . .

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[aemndxx]

Soft rafe plz!!! 🩷

𝓇.cameron. ┆ crybaby.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ hihi. !!! <3 jus lettin yall know that my requests for concepts/thots are open . 🧸♡ྀི

"what's wrong?" rafe asks immediately, already feeling a headache coming on as he watches your pretty, displeased face form right in front of him—glossy lips twisted into a cute pout, your cute little nose twitching every few seconds signaling your soured mood, your brows knitted together as if someone backhanded you across your sweet face, the misty look in your doe eyes, the way you're fidgeting underneath his intense stare.

it's all too much—too, too much, and you feel like you're about to burst into tears any second.

luckily, rafe seems to catch on to these telltale signs fairly quickly, thanking god that his girlfriend is just too sweet and easy to read whenever she is upset, which is most of the time.

casually, he makes his way over to you and practically tugs you in against himself, hearing your cries a second later and a bunch of gibberish he cannot understand as you babble on and on about what caused you to be this upset.

rafe would never admit it, but seeing you cry? it made the tall, intimidating, oldest cameron feel weak in the knees, his big hands would shake and clench repeatedly, as if preparing himself to go into war for you for whoever upset his girl.

"hey, hey... a'ight, calm down, daddy's here, yea?" rafe mumbled into the top of your head, feeling your body give several more shakes as you continued to wail girlishly against him, making rafe feel like he could physically murder someone with his bare hands if only you'd just stop crying.

"d-didn't mean t-to, daddy... honest," you hiccup after a few minutes of your feminine hysterics, now practically curling up against rafe like a newborn kitten, snuggling against your beast of a boyfriend and seeking out his warmth—rafe always ran hot, hotter than most, though perhaps that's because of all of the partying and illegal substances he does.

strangely, since you two started dating no less than four months ago, rafe had made it known how he kept away from the the alcohol, and all of the drugs, solely for the purpose of his girl since he knew it would make her upset—now, it was strictly business to him, and he liked having the extra money on the side for his girl so he could spoil the fuck outta her.

"alright, alright... you gon' tell me what happened? or am i gonna have to pry it outta your damn mouth?" rafe muses, his words a bit harsh but his tone of voice remained gentle, at least for this occasion—and oh, perhaps he really is concerned about what's wrong with you.

you couldn't help but gently sniffle, your freshly manicured nails digging into your boyfriend's shoulders as he moved and brought you to sit down on his lap in front of his desk, not even sparing his laptop and all of the paperwork he would need completed a second glance—no, his girl came first, his number one priority was you and always would be.

"it's jus'... i was out with my girlfriends earlier, y'know?" you begin in a shaky, trembling, meek voice, your eyes still spilling those damn tears that made rafe want to kill something—however, the oldest cameron surprisingly stayed in control, waiting for you to explain as he brings both of his big, heavy handed hands up to caress your flushed cheeks, using the rough pads of his thumbs to brush away any fallen tears.

"yea, and?" rafe scowls, quickly losing his patience.

"what does ya girls have to do with you bein' in tears and all of this shit?" rafe demands, trying to keep himself in check—ever since dating you, he's had to change little things about himself (which he didn't mind, as long as he got to be with you, of course), he changed the way he spoke, more gentle and understanding so as to not frighten your pure, fragile heart, to always leave his broad shoulders slightly dropped so he could appear less intimidating—fuck, he even changed his vocabulary of speaking because you didn't like it when he referred to other girls as 'bitches'.

after another moment of your endless, crybaby tears, rafe begins to feel himself start fuming, the skin on his knuckles still slightly torn due to a fight from the other night when he beat the shit out of some guy that wouldn't stop fucking flirting with you at some party—needless to say, rafe continuously clenched and then would unclench his large fists, before sighing and giving up to bury his hands in your pertectly styled, glossy hair, needing to hold onto you before he completely lost it.

"i- i just... i thought they were my friends, and then they—" you trailed off with a small cry, shuddering in your boyfriend's lap, clinging to him like a needy, spoiled little girl—and that's only half of what you were, the other half? the other half you were the sweetest, most precious baby angel, and the best part?

every part of you belonged to rafe cameron.

"baby," rafe sighs, hearing you continue to let out soft cries again, your tears wetting the shoulder of his fancy, freshly dried-cleaned shirt, but he didn't care. "you can't let them get to you—in fact, no, you're never seeing those girls again, ya' hear me?" rafe scolds, shaking his head as you gently, carefully, and almost shyly lift your head from where it's buried in the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth, his touch, him.

"you're not gonna see those cunts again, i don't care what they did, but if it's leaving you this upset... nah, nah, that ain't gonna play with me, you got it, baby?"

obediently, dumbly, you nod with your misty, doe-like eyes that looked up at him as though he held all of the answers, instantly stroking his already massive ego, making the oldest cameron hold back a smirk.

"tell me what i wanna here," rafe tells you simply, his baritone voice coming out a long, lazy drawl, as he leans back in his chair and wraps both of his large hands beneath your sweet little ass, completely ignoring your pretty sundress and going straight underneath the flowing skirt since he knew you were wearing no panties.

you look startled for a moment, cheeks warming and you begin blinking at rafe owlishly, your bottom lip lightly trembling as you tried forming the words your boyfriend always made you say.

"i.. i-i don't need anyone," you stammer softly, sounding so sweet, feeling your heart thumping erratically against your ribcage, "d..don't need a-anyone—don't need anyone except for my daddy."

after hearing this, rafe gives you a wolfish grin.

"that's daddy's good girl."

[ancha-aus]

Oh yeha that is very fair! I also like to think of random ideas and go from there! And i am happy to talk about any type of lore :D

lust being a little troublemaker and his parents were so afraid he would do soemthing that would get the attention of the guards and THEN the attention of Nim. So they send him to work in a friends shop. Hoping that it would keep Lust at LEAST distracted. It worked. Lust LOVES it. it was hard work and difficult to learn but he enjoyed it all and every challenge that is brought with it. He enjoyed utting things together and learning how to make clothes from scratch.

I love Magic lore!! (and hihihi. Me with my many many many asks hahaha. Take your time with replying :D I will see it when i see it hihi) Okay but i love it. The markings are a blessing of the land/reaper both. It shows in a way that this new home you accepted has also accepted you. and the longer you remain in this area where the magic can influence you to more likely it is that your child will also get it. (omg too funny wiht geno. Geno just thought it were eye bags for the LONGEST of times and then was like "Wait a damn minute. What do you mean my markings set in?" meanwhile reaper is so happy because this shows that the land accepted Geno and geno has a home here <3) Dust would be so fucking confused. What do you mean he gets tattoos suddenly?! Since when is that a thing?! Dude is so lucky it is normal for him to hide his face because if his fellow knights found out they will NOT stop teasing him especially with Geno calling it the 'kiss of death' (not true actually. They would just be happy that dust is happy. except maybe cross. cross is getting ready to 1v2 reaper and geno because HOW DARE THEY touch his brother's soul!!) I like the idea that everyone has just tiny markings or tells that show they aren't from around here. It gives more cultures and cultural differences to play wiht! <3

Okay yes sorry back to Lust. His grandfather settled and you are 100% right that the reason he got such a good start was because Nim likes skeletons (probably also why the grandfather just COULDN'T leave) grnadfather gets a partner. Two kids are born. But then one is old enough and Nim just snatches them with her. Never to be seen by the family ever again.

Which is also why this family isn't all about nim. They are used to another kingdom. They SAW one of their own being taken. The only reason this didn't end up with bloodshed was because lusts auntrealised realquickly how dangerousthis situation was and probably said and lied through her/his teeth that they WANTED to go. pretty much signaling to the others to NOT interfere. as a result the family survived but never saw the aunt again.

Which is also why Ccino's parents weren't as lucky. they fought hard to get ccino returned to them. and Nim knows she can't let that remain. Even if they were her types.

on that note the fact that each king had a different prefered type and worked from there. that is SO fitting.

Lust grew up believing his parents had just taken the time to get comfrotable and settled and really saved up money before having him. Only to much later learn. when he is in the capital. how nobles keep mentioning that he could still get the princess attention. Seeing Dream walk around and smiling. a shining gorgeous prince. and with time Lust learns. (Lust just late at night. wide awake. as more and more puzzle pieces fall into place. him calling his parents. and jsut asking them. Did you wait with getting me because you were scared Nim would take me? and now that lust is an adult. they admit that yes. And even Lust had come earlier than they had planned.)

(sidenote. I think there is zero birthcontrol of anytype in nim's kingdom (nightmare reinstalled stuff) hell maybe Nim did sometig to the food or water to make people MORE likely to get kids. She needs new subjects and the legend of getting twins of course. maybe it was a passive effect that nim just had about her. )

Lust is an interesting character when you dive into it. because there are many fears but he also has some priviledges. But also the constant harrassment in name of the prince and future king. That is terrifying. Lust must have been terrified for so long.

and so he is harsher. He is smart and cunning. He doens't take prisoners and only keeps those close who he tursts and are loyal. A few close friends. and he knows everyone. Knowledge is power. and he is planning on not going missing.

The RELIEVE Lust must have felt. When the other twin was crowned. Everyone would be distracted! Lust fully beleived he had managed to escape that terrible terrible faitha nd he was able to concenrtrate on his craft even more!

and then ccino starts to visit the store (extra responsibilities this guy has them all and was so close to brekaing. How he managed to keep everything togehter. himself. nightmare. the kingdom itself. the shaky period as nightmare came to power. People probably asked him and Ccino jsut shrugs and muttered something about "It was either swimming or drowning... I managed to swim.") and Lust meets the person who was picked. and Lust sees it. He is so so damn pretty. but Lust is a skeleton. and lust knows what stress and exhaustion and magic drain looks like on a skeleton. and Lust probbaly thought that ccino was one step away from the grave. (also the realisation that there was no pampering when he looked at ccino (that would start to happen later when nightmare settled more. god nightmare would have felt so guilty about letting ccino deal with eveyrthing for so long))

poor teen lust. wanting to help. wanting to do soemthing. but knowing he cna't. knowing there isn't a damn thing he can do to help.

So he just watches. and each visit. ccino seems to be doing better. so even if the world is ending. even if nightmarewill kill them all... he at least knows how to care for others?

and god lust taking over. this dude is so nervous because he had been looking up to ccino for so long and now he is here in front of him and lust messed up the order so badly! but then ccino just takes the fabric and tests it with a hum. says they can still use it for the uniforms of the guards, the softer inner layer. that ccino will jsut order the last order again and skip having to order for the guard inner clothing. and lust is just staring because how can you be real? his old boss once messed up an order and he was lucky that the guards stopped after five lashes. ccino just... lets it happen? lets it passed. Ccino notices his shock of course nad smiles softly "You are new to this whole owner thing right? It is hard to suddenly ahve so mcuh responsibility. especially when there is no one to guide you. you made a honest mistake. it happens. but the quality is sitll amazing and so it can be repurposed." lust is readty to start crying because some customers are really mean and just some soft words for his mess up he was not prepared for. (ccino's orders never got messed up again. Lust made very sure of that)

Lust only knowing adult nightmare through rumours and glimpses. the nightmare he meets is the real nightmare. the tiny child who tends to invade the personal space of his knights or just plastered agianst ccino's side. Lust seeing ccino help nightmare or make sure everything is on correctly. lust realising that... whatever happened all the way back then. It has effects. and this is the relationship they settled on (Lust is happy that aparently the worry of harem slave that Lust had never seemed to have happened to ccino.)

Lust saw Cross across the venue. He was ready for his fairytale ending and was ready to walk over and ask fro a dance form the veyr handsome knight- only for the knight to reject everyone damnit okay fine. then he won't :/ the fact lust was eyeing the other knights but kinda mentally turned them down because of different reasons. (also lust one time seeing killer almost SPRINT towards this mysterious person with a cat mask. Killer panting and grinning widely as he offers a hand. The two only dancing together. Lust just staring because that is a fairytale scene alright. Especially as killer never seems to interact wiht anyone else. do they only meet at the balls? that they can hide behind masks and dance together in peace?as equals?)

(okay but the idea that Lust so so into romance and so interested in romance. Who pictures his fairytale ending. Gets together with cross, guy wiht the hunderd crushes. is perfect and really sweet.)

AND THEN! Ccino!! The guy Lust admires respect-wise and who Lust looks up to. Just comes by and delivers the handsome knight in shining armour RIGHT TO HIS DOORSTEP?! With the mission of "Make him pretty?" Lust is so here for it!

and then they talk and lust learns that Cross is just... a very sweet dork who just cares a lot and takes his loyalties and job soserious but who honestly just wants to do good even if he makes mistakes. Lust is in love and is mentally planning their wedding <3

I like the idea that Lust and ccino become friends. that one day lust asks ccino why he doens't wear other clothes himsef. and maybe. jsut maybe. ccino admits the whole situation where he had been... dressed up to look like an offering... that he can't relax near being dressed up and made to look pretty after that. He just doens't feel comfortable.

So you have lust who takes ccino back to his shop. and the two do like. the friends trying on clothes together. ccino changes an outfit but lust is there too! Wearing another outfit and grinning with him. and it is fun. it is nice. Ccino can relax a tiny bit as this doens't feel bad. He doens't feel like an offering or a piece of food ready to be devoured.

and yes. Lust eventually learns that ccino took care of nightmare and dream. Ccino raised those two buggers when he was SEVEN! (?! Lust has feeligns and none of them are good and he wants to commit a crime which is vandalising nim's grave) and rasied them for 13 years!! Mostly on his own!? No wonder that nightmare snuggles clsoe to him. that even adult nightmare would look back to ccino for assistance. because ccino is his DAD/MOM!! Ccino is his PARENT in every way that matters. And that is a shock. (it is honestly a shock to everyone who realises it. and i think everyone has their own moment where they learn this and ask nightmare. nightmare always looks sad as he nods. that that is the truth.)

Okay I love that ink is cross's clingy best friend and lust jsut rolls with it. (cue the meme. Lust pointing at cross "this is my boyfriend Cross." points at Ink "This is Cross's boyfriend. Ink!" with the biggest smile)

Lust just accepts it. He has seen weird friendships before. He can accept it. He knows that platonic bodns can be just as if not stronger than some rromantic bonds and lust knows cross doesn't like ink like that anymore. (cross admitted all his crushes to lust a long time ago! which honestly cross: ... don't laugh and don't get mad. I also used to have a crush on ccino before. Lust: honey. I think EVERYONE has had a crush on Ccino before. It is okay. cross just in awe of lust: how are you this perfect?)

And i liek that cross never truly forgives dream. Dream almost got him killednad would have gotten him killed if nightmare had been even remotely like dream thoguht he was. Cross won't ever truly forgive him but will accept him being around. Much like he does wiht Geno. (another thing Lust and Cross share. their tendency and skills in vengence lmao and their spitefullness.)

and lust? lust knows dream never did anything to him but he rememebrs all those comments and people talking about him being perfect for dream and that lust shoudl shoot his shot! even if the live expectancy is low for harem members. Lust just... remains neutral with dream. Lust never lets a friendship form.

(cros snad lust both eventually tell the other why they act this way towards dream. and both of them accept the other's reasons without question)

Hi guys. So. Idk if I ever actually posted about Lust from New Age beyond establishing his relationship w/ Cross. (Ancha I beg of you if this contradicts smth please tell me lmao-) SO I'm gonna try and infordump what I can about thoughts which have been building up in my brain, all finally exploding because of this doodle I did for that shitpost lol.

So! Lust, I've established, works at/runs a tailor shop in the city surrounding Nightmare's castle, right in the capital. It's a decent one, has a good flow of people and serves mostly monsters with a few human customers. It's staff consists of Lust (head stylist/tailor), Hapstablook (Swap!Mettaton, the main seamstress who stays in back), Simulacre (My own mettaton from Doppletale, who designs), and the fourth spot on their staff is constantly shifting since they can't seem to keep a front desk worker. Lust wasn't initially the owner of the building or shop, but after the owner passed away, it was left in his hands.

I like to believe that Lust's family came from Reaper's kingdom! Mainly because I think that the magic there from Life is so potent that it leaves a mark on families or people who live there and embrace her magic. Lust's great grandparents moved away to the kingdom under false pretenses of peace, and were rapidly trapped in the kingdom and made to start a new life. The marks under his eyes, the light blue that looks like eyeliner, is actually a magic marking. (Reaper and Geno have marks that resemble eyebags in blue/red, and if Dust stuck around long enough or bonded w/ Geno and Reaper he'd get purple ones :] ) So, he has just the tiniest connection to the magic of that land through his appearance.

He's lucky he was born slightly before the princes, because Nim totally would've stolen him away from his parents. He's pretty much exactly what Nim was searching for. And honestly, I think it'd be interesting if a few generations before (he's the first long-living monster in his family fir a few generations) one of his great aunts or uncles was taken away to be part of Nim's harem. Just thinking...

Anyways, yeah, Lust is pretty, and his bloodline derives from Reaper's land of plenty.

He's also a handful. The kinda guy who remembers everything about you, your drama, and your likes and dislikes and uses it for better or worse. Kinda guy to hear someone he doesn't like is allergic to nuts and sprinkle a bit of peanut oil on their food or smth. But in the same breath, if you tell him your favorite fruit is a razzberry in passing, you will end up with razzberry-coded outfits for the next month <3. This absolutely obliterates Cross while they're dating, because he's say something like his shoulder hurts from training and Lust will add extra support to his clothes so they take pressure off the spot, or Cross will mention that the X pattern of stitch on an embroidery is a bad reminder and Lust unstiches it and makes something prettier over the spot, etc. Lust enjoys doing that sort of thing (he's definitely not a people pleaser, this is only for those he cares for) and it's a nice treat for both ends. Cross isn't used to someone listening so closely to him.

Oh! Lust and Error get along, I think. It comes with the territory of fabrics. Error has a thing with textures, usually only wears things he makes, but he's prideful and hates asking for help sewing pieces of his wardrobe together. So. He uses a binding spell to keep like, the arms of his jacket connected to the torso instead. (He doesn't want to go to Sasha and the others in the castle, again a pride thing, and he doesn't want to ask Ccino because Ccino's nice to him and it's a dumb request.) But Lust? Lust hears that Error makes his own clothes while talking with Sasha about Nightmare's fabrics (post reveal of his and Cross' involvement, ofc) and Lust decides he wants to see for himself. He's respectful of their jump in status, but asks if he could see the fabric, because weaving one's own clothing from magic is very impressive! Error actually hasn't had anyone tell him that and then ask to see it... but this is Cross' mystery boyfriend and so it's probably fine. So he hands over one of his sweaters. And Lust is befuddled to find he can't find any proper seams for the sleeves or hem, and asks Error about it. After that Lust manages to coax Error into sewing lessons every once in a while (maybe they start a little club, because I think we mentioned Ccino might try to learn to knit too?) so that he doesn't have to waste his energy on his clothes anymore. Lust also provides him with pattern suggestions for different clothing styles, just in case he wants a challenge (he does.)

Lust makes fast friends with people, but Error is the one he's the most proud of.

Lust tries to steer clear of Nightmare usually. Not because he doesn't trust him (no, Lust believes he's very very safe with Nightmare) but because he feels strange with the king being a little boy. He doesn't like that he sees bags under Nightmare's eyes, or that he jumps at the slightest sounds, or that he's always ducking under Killer's arm, tucking into Cross' side, like a cautious animal.

He tries not to pry, but he always worried about Ccino when he could come in for new fabric for a new outfit, usually dark pine green or black, sometimes the tans he liked to wear. Between what he's seen and what Cross told him after the fact, Ccino has been raising their king solo for many years, and practically kept the kingdom afloat. But Nightmare was constantly vigilant, to the point of passing out at his desk and having 20 plans just in case, and stressing hinself out about the state of a small border village so badly that he'd start crying? Lust knows this is for the best, Nightmare will lead them into a bright future, but that poor kid is just a baby to Lust. A very capable baby, but just a baby. He doesn't like to linger too long or else he feels guilty.

And uhhh. Hm.... I think he likes it when Nightmare throws parties. A LOT. Not only is it great for business, but he also gets to dress up! He tries to look nice at work, but his most creative outfits happen at the balls open to the public, like the knighting ceremonies. (Lust saw Cross for the first time there, at the ceremony. It was a few weeks later that Ccino brought Cross to him and insisted he needed a full wardrobe change.) Lust just gets to socialize and have fun in a responsible setting! It's great!

Last thing. Lust adores the other Knights. Like, ofc Cross is his beloved teddy bear, but once he gets to know the others he fits right in. Horror (and Farm, they met at a ball initially) are adorable. Horror loves to cook, abd Lust isn't a picky eater so he'll try any recepie offered to him! Dust is very closed off at first, but when he saw how Dust acted around Killer (mouthing off, pulling his hood down) he looked tired, but very happy. His little smile was genuine and calm. Killer is a riot and lets Lust and Sasha use him for an equivalent of fashion shows! Killer always jokes to Cross that he's stealing his maiden, and the first time Cross almost bit Killer. (<- He finds it funny once Killer gets together with Ccino because now he knows it's 100% a joke. Both Ccino and Lust would maul Killer if he tried to start cheating 🙏)

[camilaxmartin]

Shuri and f reader. Reader is in love with Shuri. They get into an argument and reader runs off, only to end up getting hurt. Shuri comes to save her, finding her unconscious.

ღ stupid decision

i genuinely enjoy how this one turned out

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: you had an argument with shuri and ran away only for her to find you unconscious

warnings: just feeling dizzy i’m not sure if that’s really a warning

notes: it was pretty cool to write hihi

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>•<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

you were right. you were damn right.

but of course she could not let you win this argument.

of course not. she was just too stubborn.

even about the matter that was in fact, concerning her.

you weren’t sure how exactly did this happen but you just knew you were somewhere in the woods. at night. while having no knowledge about animals there or even plants.

you were screwed.

but oh well.

maybe it would have been different if she for once listened to you. maybe.

but it wasn’t this one time.

after the fight with her you just stormed out of the castle not being sure where you were heading. you just walked straight ahead. not caring about anything or anyone.

you just needed to clear your head and find peace somewhere. alone.

and everything would be great if not for the fact that you completely didn’t know the area and mostly the forest.

stopping for a minute you leaned on a tree trying to remember how did you got here. it was already dark and you felt raindrops falling down so looking for you footsteps wasn’t even an option. you also needed a break from all the walking because till now you haven’t stopped for a second.

suddenly your head started to hurt more than ever. immediately your hands flew straight to your forehead massaging it, trying to ease the pain. which didn’t help.

you were dizzy in no time and felt like you were gonna throw up. the amount of trees around you didn’t help as well. your whole vision started to blur and everything was spinning.

the last thing you remember was feeling like your legs were made out of jelly and the sudden black color corrupting your vision.

and then you passed out.

in a middle of nowhere.

somewhere in the woods you probably haven’t explored yet.

laying on the ground in the falling rain which became more strong with every second.

great, the perfect way to die.

>>>

to your huge surprise, when you somehow opened your eyes you saw the ceiling of yours and shuri’s room. still not being sure if you’re already dead or dying, and this whole thing is just a trick of your imagination you roamed your eyes over the room noticing everything was on its place.

huh, so it must be reality.

you slowly sit up, your hands caressing your forehead once again. but in that moment you realised your headache was gone.

the door to your room started to open and you saw your girlfriend with a worried expression on her face. the moment she saw you sitting up at your bed, she literally ran to the bed.

“my god, are you okay? how are you feeling?” she asked sitting right next to you and immediately taking one of your hands into hers.

“i’m fine.” you answered still being very confused about this whole situation. she must’ve noticed that because she smiled a bit.

“when i found you in the woods i thought something horrible happened.” she said still not taking her eyes off your face.

“you… you found me?” you asked not remembering anything.

“mhm” she nodded her head. “you were laying on the ground, unconscious. i literally thought the worst.” she explained more and the memories of feeling dizzy started to come back to you.

“wait, how did you find me?” you asked looking into her eyes.

“well,” she started while stroking your hand with her thumb. “after our argument i saw you going out of the castle. i thought you needed some alone time and you know i never have anything against it. i also saw you coming into the woods and it got me a bit worried. i mean, you’ve never fully been there so i just wasn’t sure what could’ve happened to you.” she was explaining it all and it literally melted your heart, the way she was worrying about you all the time while you just put yourself out there not caring about the things that could happen to you. “well, long story short, when i noticed the rain getting more intense i put on my suit and went after you. just wanting to check on you because i haven’t seen you coming back. and after a while i found you there. laying on the ground as i said earlier. you got be pretty scared, my love.” she continued and you felt tears forming in your eyes.

“i’m so sorry.” you said having one of your hands rub your eye. “i didn’t want to scare you. i just i don’t know what i was thinking!” you said bitting your lip. shuri smiled at you and captured your face with her other hand that wasn’t stroking yours.

“no need to worry, my love. it’s a miracle that i’ve found you.” she said stroking your cheek. “i didn’t want to let the thought of losing you into my head, but regardless it has of course crossed my mind.” she said and it made you feel even worse. how could you be so selfish and just not think about anything.

“i’m so sorry, i was just so mad and needed to clear my head. but i haven’t thought it’d end up in such an awful situation.” you said and gently cuddled into her hand.

“it’s okay, my love. the important thing is that you’re back and that nothing bad really happened.” she said and you actually believed her words. “also,” she started and got your attention again. “i’m sorry for earlier. i know you’re just worried about my health.” she said and it took you by surprise. “you’re right, i need to sleep. no matter how important my work is.” she added and it made you smile.

the rest of the night, shuri spent with you, in bed, watching movies and hiding under as many blankets as she could find, resonating that you need the best treatment right now. you rolled your eyes at her, but let’s be honest you weren’t nearby to complain.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

hihi may i ask for dabi and shigaraki reaction to a perfumer (ss skin, whatever that means-)-like fem s/o from identity v? here's a little link so u can see the character i'm talking about, specifically.

so like the s/o is bound to a sanctuary (imagine watatsumi island from genshin or whatevah idk)

and like her quirk is like being able to manipulate water, and make the water into a solid material or furniture or somethingg

and they like butterflies and there's a fuck ton on her hair, markings/tattoos on her thigh and left part of her forehead and shit and she can walk on water like jesus or sumn'

SUMN' LIKE THAT-

you're probably reading everything in a confused state— damn i should really know how to word things at this age 😰

also i say like too often 🧍🏻srry ab that-

anyway look at how pretty she is 🙄 like-

🧍🏻... 🧎🏻.. oh no what's- happening.. 🦋

I HAVE NO SHAME ON NOT BEING ON ANON 🤬😍😘💀

Got to say I'm sorry for taking so long and that video was awesome to watch thank you

Dude you guys are total opposites and this little shit lives for that.

The first time he saw your quirk on action he was like "eh, suits you."

When in reality he is so fucking proud like- that's my s/o motherfucker

When his body overheats due to his quirk you usually tend to go over him and help him literally cool off and he is so grateful for you

Not gonna lie, he finds pretty weird the amount of butterflies on your hair... one time when he was about to kiss you he almost gagged when one almost got in his mouth.

But still finds cute how much you are obsessed with them.

Although now he is one careful when near you... just in case he doesn't accidentally eats a butterfly

Always gets headaches after he sees you walking on water like is normal. Why? Because his eyes go so wide his staples pop out of his skin sometimes.

He is... not used to it. And doesn't show it, but he is hella concerned because what if you fall?

Your tattoo are the ones who is obsessed with. Is just so fucking cool and he can't help but everything Brush his fingers on the drawings of your forehead or thighs with a skirt on his face.

Thinks your hella beautiful with them them whoever dares to say otherwise is going to get burned alive like witches were in the middle aged era

His words, not mine.

Thinks your quirk is pretty much like a rpg character power

Is so useful for his plan so he allows you to go on missions, but definitely not with dabi.

Fire and water don't mix. And he won't stand a chance of you going near that zombie walking asshole.

But still is confused cause... how tf can you transform liquid on a fucking gamer chair?!

He is still grateful and is his favorite present given of you to him.

Cringes at the mere thought of you getting your tattoos

He thinks they're cool and all... but something about getting hurt continuously on your forehead and thighs just to form those drawings gives him itches...

Waves the butterflies out of your hair most of the times and threatens to kill them.... pls is nothing personal but the sign of them irritates him for some reason.

Stole gave you a butterfly plushie once but almost got into a panick attack when he accident decayed it and was repeating the word sorry for... a long time.

Joked about you being Jesus more times than the numbers of your fingers and toes.

[saintlike78]

Hey Love! Since u want to know my requests here go more one; Marauders x Fem!Reader (I'm a just a little bit obsessed about them hihi:), the reader is pregnant from her first baby and she's so emotional and sensitive cuz pregnancy hormones and she's crying for everything, at the same time she gets mad about anything, and she's horny all time, so she's like a mess of feelings.

(I thought this idea after seeing a scene from Grey's Anatomy, so if you want to check it out to understand; season 9, episode 12, minutes 02:40 to 04:00)

By; Cora🌈 (and the fic that u made about my last request is more perfect than I ever imagined <3)

Those stupid hormones [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Another great request from Cora! This was so fun to write. We all know that out three boys would be the sexiest dilfs ever, you can’t prove me wrong.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, very soft and fluffy, dry humping, polyamorous relationship, pregnancy pains, mention of morning sickness and nausea. As always lmk if I missed anything.

The cool water dripped down your face as you stared at your flushed reflection; pink from the blush that had crept its way up your neck and latched itself onto your cheeks. The nap you had woken from had done nothing to soothe the surge of emotions that ran through you like electricity, the cause being the life growing in your belly. The news of your pregnancy had brought you and your husbands nothing but immense joy, but actually being pregnant was another story and you weren’t even that far along, already dreading the next few months filled with pain and changes – you just wanted your baby to be here already and spare you the grittiness in between.

Having dried your face with your towel and concluding that the pink that had overtaken your face and neck wasn’t going away, you made your way to the living room where the hushed voices of your husbands were residing. Trudging down the hallway you could feel the warmth between your legs, arousal churning, making your face even pinker than it already was.

Having finally made it to the living room you looked upon your three beautiful men, enjoying seeing them relaxed just being with each other and waiting for you.

James and Sirius were seated on the long couch, cuddled up in one end and conversing gently with one another, a rare sight of calm between the two.

Remus was sitting in the armchair with a book in hand focused on the words in front of him not paying attention to James and Sirius’ conversation, but smiling fondly when his eyes sometimes left the page to observe two of his lovers.

As Remus’ eyes left the page for his momentary check on Pads and Prongs, he caught sight of your figure looming in the doorway, a gentle smile on your face as you also observed the two men on the couch.

“Hi bun, good nap?” Remus asked as soon as he noticed you, closing and putting his book down on the small table beside the armchair; the two others looking up as well and smiling at you.

You only hummed in acknowledgment as you made your way towards the scarred man who’d asked the question, crawling on the chair to straddle his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck not giving him any time to process before your lips were on his in a needy kiss. Even though he was surprised, he reciprocated in no time wrapping his arms around your body and holding you closer to him. You whined lowly into the kiss as he slipped his tongue past your lips, your hips instinctively grinding down gently, testing the waters.

Your kiss was interrupted by the sound of Sirius clearing his throat very loudly and dramatically, not enjoying not being a part of whatever was going on between yourself and Remus. You turned your head to look at the culprit of the sound, breathing heavily as you stared at him with wide eyes, both James and Sirius looking back at you with a questioning raised eyebrow.

Remus placed a hand on your cheek to turn your face back to face his, his own brow also raised to match the two others' look of questioning.

“What’s going on Bunny? Not that I’m complaining, just curious,” Remus asked, but a cheeky smile and tone replacing his normal calm and serious voice.

Sirius adding to Remus’ question, “I’m also taking it you’re not cross with us anymore.” Sirius referring to the reason for you taking your nap; you practically being sent to bed after snapping at James for making your tea too hot, then being told off by Remus and Sirius only for you to cry and snap at them as well and Remus ‘suggesting’ a nap for you to cool down.

“No, I’m sorry for being mean… especially to you, Jamie,” you turned to look at James, giving him an apologetic smile.

“That’s okay, baby… I know you didn’t mean it,” he smiled back, his usual big goofy smile, letting you know that he wasn’t upset any longer, probably never was.

You turned back to Remus, looking into his eyes and letting yourself momentarily be lost in them, “I just really need you right now,” you said distractedly, earning yourself a smile from the lycanthrope you were seated on.

Remus leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in the process. His hands snaked around to grip under the back of your thigs before standing with you in his strong grasp, making the short journey to the couch and waiting for James and Sirius to break from each other so that he could seat himself between them.

When Remus was seated with you comfortably, James reached forward to tug a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek in the process.

“You feeling better, darling? You still feeling poorly?” James asked, your days lately having been filled with nausea, morning sickness, and discomfort.

“I’m feeling better… just a little achy,” you sighed.

“Where are you achy?” Sirius reached forward to rub up and down the expanse of your back, whilst his other hand rubbed gentle circles on your growing stomach.

“A little in my back… my boob… and my…” you paused, taking Sirius’ hand moving it lower on your stomach, right above your ache, “… here.”

“Ahh, I see,” Sirius nodded calmly, though Remus and James didn’t miss the small sparkle in Sirius’ eyes at the excitement.

You slowly started grinding your hips onto Remus’, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes at your desperation, “please,” you breathed out.

“Aww, bunny, don’t cry… we’ll help you out,” Remus laughed, grabbing your sides to stabilize you.

“Don’t laugh at me! I can’t help it… I’m so achy,” your frustration was clear, and the tears that had gathered threatened to spill.

“We’re not laughing, darling, you’re just so adorable,” James grinned, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m sorry, please just help me… please,” the first tears fell and slowly ran down your cheeks as you continued your grinding, not actually sure why you were crying.

Sirius removed the hand from your back and wiped your tears with the pad of his thumb while cooing, “Don’t worry, puppy, we got you.”

With that he reached a hand into the loose shorts you were wearing, reaching under the waistband of your panties as well, not wanting to put any more stress on you by teasing, his fingers instantly found your clit.

You did miss the rougher sex you would have before you found out you were pregnant, but the boys refused to put you in any sort of stressful situation when you were already going through so many changes and experiencing so many things at once; they decided that it would be best to be soft and gentle with you unless you specifically requested something else.

“Go ahead, grind that pretty pussy on my hand until you cum, pretty pup,” Sirius said as his fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit as your hips picked up speed at his words.

A breathy moan left your lips followed by a whimper of pleasure as your eyes fluttered close at the sensation.

Remus’ hands had moved to hold your hips, aiding your movements and choosing the speed at which you moved.

James took your face in his hands, “eyes on me, darling,” he spoke to which you complied, opening your eyes to look at his face. James leaned in for a kiss, enjoying the noises you would choke on when you ran out of breath, the small whines and whimpers being enough for him to cum in his trousers, but he controlled himself – this was for you.

Sirius’ fingers picked up speed as saw the pleasurable shiver run through your body and the small twitch it was accompanied by.

Your breathing increased and the moans became less controlled as the familiar feeling of pleasure grew in the pit of your stomach. Remus picked up the speed of your hips, occasionally bucking his hips to create more friction and pressure for you, but also creating friction on his cock trapped in the restraints of his slacks. Remus’ breathing increased as well, a few grunts and small low moans could also be heard leaving his mouth.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned out as your hips lost their rhythm, stuttering slightly as the pressure in your abdomen gave away, your orgasm ripping through your body, hands gripping Remus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself as your body shook from the orgasm.

Sirius’ fingers were still working on your clit, working you through the feeling, the moans you were releasing like music to his ears.

Remus’ hips bucked once more before he shook as well, releasing a strangled and stuttering moan, his cum making a mess in his smart slacks. “Fuuuck… baby,” he breathed out as he came, his fingers gripping your hips, but not hard enough to hurt you.

Sirius’s grin was so large you were sure it would break his face. He removed his hand from your shorts, kissing your cheek before cheekily looking at Remus. James was trying to keep his smile at bay, but failed miserably, a small giggle escaping his lips.

“Damn, puppy, look what you did,” Sirius grinned.

You looked at Remus’ face, who sported a lopsided smile; you were always surprised at the effect you would have on them at times, this had happened before, but it wasn’t often.

You giggled slightly with James, “Sorry, Remmy.”

“No need to apologize… this is just what happens when an unbelievably sexy, soon-to-be milf sits on top of me,” he laughed, winking at the last statement, causing all of you to burst out laughing.

“You’re going to be the sexiest milf ever and we’ll be the sexiest dilfs, all the other parents are going to run away screaming,” Sirius joked, standing proudly to do a couple of poses, showing off his muscles, James standing as well to pose with him, another fit of laughter rolling through all of you.

You shook your head, “I love you, my most sexy, soon to be, dilfs.”

“We love you too, pretty baby.”

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[treasure-hwa]

track 3. HAPPY WITHOUT ME

feat: son of apollo!kihyun x daughter of athena!fem reader

release date: february 5th 2022

genre: angst, demigod au

word count: 885

warnings: jealousy, breakup

author's note: the third one from the series and finally one that is from the group that created the All About Luv album hihi enjoy!

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We were together for two years and a few months when she ditched me to be with Mr. Beauty, and that happened three months ago.

We seemed to be well. I mean, well in front of others. We had arguments, like every couple, but she thought it was too much, the arguments were beyond normal and we stayed days without talking properly. Our pride made us both wait until the other apologized first. Usually, I would be the one and would also try to ease things, however she apologized when she realized the biggest part of it all was her fault.

We were not going that well, I confess.

We met at Camp Half-Blood and everything was flowers at the start. I fell in love with her plenitude and because of the way she always got excited with a good book. She fell in love with my enthusiasm and my voice. We were a beautiful couple at the time. The daughter of Athena and the son of Apollo walking around hand-holding, on her free hand, a book; on my back, a guitar.

Coincidentally, we lived in neighboring cities and we administered our relationship very well.

The second stay at the camp was okay, though not as magical as the first one. We didn't stay too close nor spend that much time together, since she became kind of a leader of cabin 6 and made new friends. Outside the camp, our second year of relationship was punctuated with some minor arguments that increased month by month until the third stay on the camp came, which was horrible.

We barely looked at each other, we sat at tables completely opposite and, just like I didn't mention her to my friend, I wasn't mentioned to her. And at this point, we were bad, but we were together.

Then, he came. He, mr. Perfect Beauty, son of Aphrodite, enchanting everyone with his charm and pretty voice.

I was with her when he stopped her to get some information, too gentle and delicate. Always so gentle herself, unable to deny such things, she helped him immediately and left me behind to show the camp to the newbie. My feet were planted on the same spot, burning their backs with my eyes. I could feel something inside me boiling.

To shorten the story, he was better for her than I was. He treated her with gentleness and looked at her as if she was a treasure, while she did the same to him. She ended our relationship and passed the rest of summer talking to him, introducing him to her friend group. At least, it wasn't cheating, she had the decency to end things between us before trying something with him

Back to the present moment, with me laid in bed gazing at a photo of them on Instagram for over ten minutes, I was again boiling with anger. They were so good together, almost as good as we were. In the posted photo, they were in a flower camp enjoying the sunny day and, for Apollo, the sun shouldn't shine for those two! It should be me and her in the sunlight, not them.

Our breakup was friendly, however, just now I realized the mistake I made in letting her go that easily. I loved her. Damn it, I still do.

In the heat of the moment, my fingers opened my contact list and clicked on her phone number. The phone rang and rang and, surprisingly, she picked it up.

— Hello? — her voice had remnants of laughter. I could almost see her smile.

— I'm glad you're having fun.

— Kihyun? — her laughter ceased completely and her asking his name stung his heart. He should have known she would delete his phone number. — What do you want?

— Do you post these photos because you know I'll see them?

— What do you mean?

— You know I can't lie, because I'm Apollo's son, so here's the truth: I hate to see you happy without me. I know our relationship was bad, it wasn't what it was in the beginning, but… I still think about you.

— I'm sorry you haven't moved on yet, but, please, don't call me anymore to talk about this. I'm happy with him and I don't care if you see my photos or not, I post them because I want to, you seeing them doesn't make a difference. Block me if you are bothered.

There were seconds of silence on the call.

— We were such a good couple — I whispered. — Why don’t we try again? I swear I won’t be like before.

— Kihyun, we were, but we aren’t anymore and won’t be. I’m happy now.

My chest seemed to tighten with each passing second and I couldn’t breathe properly. I clutched the fabric of my shirt and forced out:

— But you’re not happy with me…do you think it will all be flowers forever with mr. Beauty?

— I won’t know if I don’t try. I tried with you and it didn’t work out. Accept it, please.

She hung up and, while I drowned in my sorrow, she probably drowned in his arms.

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[umilily]

Hihi :)) it's butler meru anon! I have retuned hehe

Anyways - I've been thinking about spending Valentine's with Meru scenarios... Specifically like

Himeru is absolutely /whipped/ for you - imagine this is a timeline thats different from coffee cups where you and meru met differently, probably youre a cute secretary lady under cospro and himeru enjoys your presence - and since Valentine's day is around the corner, Himeru wants to ask you out but the thing is he's completely lost on what to do; he didn't expect to fall in love with you and especially didn't expect how deep his emotions go for you so while he's smiling to himself and chuckling at thoughts of you- this man? Completely lost.

Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it - his unit mates even roommates are willing to throw some ideas out for him! Besides the constant teasing he gets because of his little crush

- "How did you know HiMERU likes them? I've never explicitly said anything that might have indicated that."

- "You were smiling like a lovestruck boy when she was talking to you, it's pretty obvious."

-"Ah."

Anywho, after some back and forth and pros and cons, he decided to slip a small love letter with some of his paperwork and and hoped you noticed. Himeru tried his best to conceal his nervousness yet excitement, and when you wrote a love letter back? His eyes basically gleem and shine with utter joy. He had to contain himself but he!! Is very happy!! And later that Valentine's day you two go on a cute little date and it's just. Pure fluff no lewd just pure toothache fluff.

You know that one clip where this Korean guy in a kdrama was kicking his feet in bed and giggling when he sees his gf? Yeah, that's Meru with you.

Welcome back butler meru anon! (is that just going to be your name now? lol please let me know if you’d prefer something else) Hope you’re doing well :3 Thank you for blessing my inbox with another great scenario of yours! 

I gotta admit that this made me giggle and kick my feet when I read it this morning. Maybe it sounds a little odd, considering the kind of smut I’ve put out in the world lol, but reading anything fluffy just makes me so flustered (>////<) 

I wholeheartedly agree that Himeru would be an absolute mess. Like it’s one thing to act all suave and put together on stage or in front of a camera, but when face to face with you - just smiling and cheerfully wishing him a good morning, when he comes into the office? How do words work again? Given Himeru’s background, I can’t imagine that he has a lot of first hand experience when it comes to romance, so i think when it hit him that he likes you - like a lot - he’d be so damn lost, it would be funny if it weren’t so sad to witness him choke on his coffee when you unexpectedly say something to him. 

And like you said, he’s so damn obvious about it too, so that it’s only a matter of weeks until everyone - except you of course - got his little crush figured out. It might be a bit of a surprise at first, because who would have seen coming that Himeru of all people would act so damn awkward around you? But his struggle eventually becomes so painful to watch that it is collectively decided that he needs help, and from then on he would never know peace again, because he can’t save himself from more or less useful input from everyone around him. They’d all be so invested and come up with increasingly ridiculous plans to get him a date. (I can perfectly picture Rinne pestering you when you’re trying to work “to find out what you think about Meru”, who nearly dies from second-hand embarrassment when he finds out about it lmao or he’s just getting ready in the morning with Arashi and Tetora as his personal hype-woman and -man in the background as he mentally tries to prepare for seeing your face) But Himeru refuses to do anything that’s like super out there or over the top, because he still has an image to maintain, you know? (and what if you don’t feel the same way and say no…?)

In the end the love letter idea is something Kohaku drops only half seriously and in passing, because it just seems way too obvious of a move, surely Himeru must have considered that already. But he hasn’t really, not seriously at least, but now that he thinks about it a little more… Perhaps it would be the best course of action. It allows him to sort out his thoughts and put them into words without the risk of getting distracted by you and stumbling over his words like a fool. It still takes a long time and a lot of drafts getting discarded until he manages to come up with something satisfactory and not too cheesy. (He hopes.) He’s running a bit short on time to make it before Valentine’s Day, so he just slips the letter in between the paperwork he has to hand you anyways and hurries off once it’s safely in your hands…

And poor you. You can’t help feeling a little confused. Why is he in such a rush? You’d have liked to chat for a little bit… Lately, all you’ve been doing is working overtime - which admittedly you volunteered for, because your colleagues are all busy with buying presents for their partners or planning cute dates… Meanwhile you’re stuck here with boring paperwork and no date in sight. You’ve bought yourself some cheap chocolate to fuel you while you work away, occasionally allowing yourself to slip into a daydream or two about actually getting any as a gift… maybe even from your favourite idol… By the time you get to the final stack of documents - the one Himeru had brought over earlier - it’s late already and you’re alone on the office floor. A fact you end up being very grateful for when you spot the small envelope that looks nothing like the ones usually used at ES with your name on it. This way the excited squeal that leaves you when you open it and read the letter stays between you and the office walls. You had been ready to go home soon, but now that you’re holding this in your hands, you’re suddenly full of motivation to keep writing for a little longer… 

To say that Himeru is nervous when he comes into work the next morning would be an understatement. He’s tempted to just sneak past you, but you spot him before he manages to slip away and call him over to your desk. You’re rummaging around with some documents and he’s just standing there frozen in place, because what if you say something about the letter? Or what if you don’t? The latter ends up happening, because you just  brightly smile and hand him a stack of paper with the request for him to read the documents until the end of the day. Himeru tries his best to not look disappointed that apparently his plan of asking you out didn’t work. 

The disappointment, however, doesn’t last very long, because once Himeru has a break from practice and uses the time to go over the paperwork you’ve given him while he tries catching his breath, he notices something amongst the stack that he did not expect to find there. There’s a letter. Addressed to him. In hindsight, it may have been smarter not to open it in the presence of the rest of his unit, but he can’t help his curiosity and his heart pounding in his chest. Of course his dopey smile doesn’t go unnoticed by the others and he has to run a few laps around the practice room to escape them trying to get a glimpse at the letter you wrote, but he can’t seem to mind all that much when taking the leap ended up being this much of a success. Now he only needs to figure out where to take you for the date, you’ve suggested after work…

Hehe, I had a lot of fun thinking about this :3 it also gave me the motivation to finish editing the Valentine's special for coffee cups, so I'll get back to that now ^^

Thanks again for stopping by and making me blush and giggle! <3

[uchukiyoo]

You Smell So Good [ Lee Felix - Stray Kids]

Pairing : Felix x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 1324

I hope you'll like this little something ! i haven't posted here in ages but i'm finally done with uni so i'll definitely have more time to write !

***

" Hey Y/N...do you have plans for this weekend?”

“Hey Felix” you smiled “I don't, why ?” You chuckled, putting your math copybook in your backpack.

“Hum I was just wondering if-” He started.

“If you wanted to come with us at Hyunjin's”. Said Jisung, his best friend, slapping Felix on the butt.

“Yeah why not! When is it?”

“Saturday night 'til Sunday” Jisung replied, winking at you “Just the 6 of us, having fun...”

“Okay I'll come, See you later guys!”

You took your backpack and waved at them before leaving the classroom.

As soon as you left, Felix pushed Jisung.

“Dude! Are you serious?! I was going to ask your out!”

“I know but you looked so pathetic I had to do something for your own good” the boy replied, softly laughing

“You're an asshole...”

“I know baby”

Felix took his bag and left the classroom, followed by his best friend.

They were walking with Hyunjin to the convenience store to buy things for the weekend.

" So, what do we need?” Asked Hyunjin, pushing the cart

“Snacks, ramyeon, instant rice and alcohol...” Said Jisung, putting bags of potato chips in the cart.

“By the way, Y/N is coming” continued Jisung, which instantly made Felix blush

“Really”

“Yup, I invited her! Felix was too scared to do it”

“I wanted to but he came and humiliated me!” Said the youngest, hitting Jisung’s arm

“Anyways...no one cares about who invited her” cut Hyunjin rolling his eyes

“Yeah, the important info is that she’ll be here ~ I can't wait!” Continued Jisung

***

" Where is that damn shoe?! You screamed as you were finishing to get ready for the little party at Hyunjin’s.

After 15 minutes of intense research, you finally found it under your bed and put it on before taking your bag.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and exited your house.

Hyunjin’s place wasn’t actually far from your house so you could go by foot.

A few minutes later, you arrived and rung the bell.

Jinsung opened the door.

"Hey! You're here! GUYS Y/N IS HERE!”

Chan exclaimed the moment you entered in the house.

“Hey guys!” You smiled, grabbing the red cup Jisung was handing you.

“Wow this is really good!” You stated, drinking a little bit of the blue drink.

“You like it? I made it, it’s a special mix!” He bragged, causing Felix to roll his eyes.

Suddenly, one of your favorite song started playing, you put the cup down and walked towards the living room, where Hyunjin and two other girls were dancing.

“I love that song! Who wants to dance?” You asked,

Felix and Jisung looked at each other, as if they were in a competition.

“Me!” They exclaimed at the same time.

The three of you started to dance together.

Felix was in front of you, your hand was on his shoulder while Jisung was behind your, his hand on your hip and his head on your shoulder.

Felix was pissed off. Jisung was his best friend but he kept on flirting with you while he knew he had a crush on you.

You were beautiful, Felix knew a lot of people liked you but Jisung already had a "girlfriend"...In fact, Mina wasn't really is girlfriend...they were more like friends with benefits, even though Felix was pretty sure Mina had very strong feelings for Jisung.

A few hours later, the mood was still up and you were looking for something fun to do.

Felix was just chilling with Hyunjin because Hyunjin was god-knows-where and he didn't want to go look for him.

You were really drunk, you knew it though, so you weren’t totally wasted.

You were going to the kitchen to drink some water when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you.

You landed on a totally wasted Jisung's lap.

“Heeeeey youuu ~” He said smiling like an idiot.

“I think you're drunk Jisung!” You laughed because you were too.

“Wooow since when do you have freckles??? Wait. imma count’em…” He slurred, approaching his finger from your face

“wait do I have freckles?” you replied, not being able to think straight

He started to count your imaginary freckles really seriously and you cracked up because he was actually really cute.

“You know you ...are... really cute. I love how you dress too…I wanted to tell you buuuut..oh butt hihi butt!” You said, feeling your head spinning

He kissed your forehead.

“You’re a bit too high”

He kissed your nose.

“Still too high...”

The moment he pecked your lips, Felix entered the kitchen with Mina and Hyunjin.

Felix was mad. He grabbed your hand and led your upstairs.

“Waaait …Lee Felix what are you doing??? Okay slow down I’m gonna be sick”

“Shhh!” he simply replied

He pushed you in one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

“You're so annoying! Why are you like that? Don't you see that he just doesn't care about you like I do?? Gosh I hate this...” he complained

You lied on the bed, ready to fall asleep

“Huh?”

“Ugh…nothing…just forget it.”

He sat on the bed next to you.

“I know you're drunk and probably not even listening to me but...” He started

You took the end of his shirt and started to play with it which made him softly chuckle.

“-but I just wanna say that I really like you, even if you like Jisung more or don't like me at all, I just wanted you to know that...”

You stayed silent and kept playing with his clothes like a child.

“Yeah...as expected you're not even listening...”

He was about to stand up when you said seriously:

“I like you Felix…”

He literally froze in place and turn around.

“Huh?? what did you just say??”

You were talking really slowly

“I said: I like you Felix at least I think I do”

“Are you serious though???”

“you're nice and funny...Jisung is nice too...and cute…I think he kissed me earlier…”

“Yes... he did.”

“Oh…but why though? Because I like you not him.”

“Because you're totally adorable and pretty...and since he knows I've had a crush on you since middle school, he wanted to piss me off...and he succeed.”

“You had a crush on me all this time? That's cute.”

you stopped to think about what you wanted to say.

“I guess I kind of had a crush on you too at some point...like, last year when we were next to each other in English class? Every time we had to work together, I would feel my heart beat faster.”

Felix was shaking, a drunk Y/N was "confessing" to him in Jisung's parent’s bedroom at 1:26 am.

You were talking as if Felix wasn’t even here

“Or you know when we did a giant "spin the bottle" game in p.e class in 8th grade and you had to kiss this girl, I don’t even remember her name…? I didn't leave because I went to the bathroom. I was just jealous... And when you performed the school drama with Chaeyoung, I wished so bad I was her…you know I like you a lot but I will never admit it…because at school all these guys hit on me every day but in fact I've never had a boyfriend in my life...and I secretly wish you would be my first...you know…”

Felix was probably smiling like an idiot.

You two kept silent for a long moment and when Felix talked again, you didn’t answer.

“Y/N? Oh she’s sleeping...I should leave then.”

He stood up but you grabbed his hand.

“Can you…stay? It's cold…” you whispered

“Sure.”

He took off his jacket and laid down next to you.

You snuggled up against him and put your head in the crook of his neck.

-You smell...so good…

Felix was so happy that he felt like his heart would explode. It was probably the best day of his life.

[loneworldgazer]

Cosplayer!Manager

teams: seijoh × gen!manager, nekoma x gen! manager

Seijoh

you would be at the mall with your best friend for shits and giggles

(i'm thinking you would be junko enoshima and your friend as mukuro ikusaba)

you had to buy new accessories for your other upcoming cosplay, your best friend haru was still struggling with finding wigs as the kind store attendant helps her

you fiddle around with the drink in your hand and almost spat it all out when you saw your team a mile away

oikawa had planned the whole team to go shopping together and you declined because of an 'important matter'

yEaH riGht if he saw you, he would have a temper tantrum, what worse is that you're in cosplay what if the whole team saw you? clad in a flashy outfit and more flashier hair?

"haru- HARU" you tried calling your best friend when you saw the team approaching the shop you both were in, haru didn't give two shits-

she shushed you and pointed to the store attendant who got interrupted by you and the shy store attendant looked at you then your best friend who dismissed your yells of desperation and went back to talking to the store attendant

you ran to the corner that had other outfits as there's no other exit so you pretended to be interested in the outfits infront of you, rather revealing though

you could hear kindaichi talking about your best friend to kunimi (she was gorgeous! how could he not?), oikawa geting made fun of by makki and mattsun and iwaizumi's shuffling around the store

haru of course, you shouldn't have known how much of a dickhead she was and she took this oppurtinity to embarass you (seeing the reactions of the team to HER cosplay, she was sure it's fine to expose you)

"Y/N! i found the wigs let's go!" you wanted to beat up haru right now who had that nasty ass grin on her lips and you hear some gasping

"y/n?" watari patted your shoulder and you slowly turned around with a red face, INCREDIBLY red face

you didn't know if you wanted to feel petty anger and throw haru's whole body away along with her cosplay or be embarassed at the wide eyed staring and dropped jaws on the ground

makki and mattsun couldn't help teasing you , they won't let it slide! especially with their red faced manager who stuttered to find their words and who fiddled with her fingers (her drink was snatched by haru)

kindaichi felt so shy looking at your cosplay, you looked so pretty! like the pretty cosplayers he always see on the internet

same with kyoutani, his head drooped to hide the pink blushy flush laced on his cheeks

kunimi was just a little impressed, he wanted to know how did you styled your wig? where did you get the outfit? did you made it? where did you buy your shoes? he didn't bother asking, it was just thoughts in his head

yahaba didn't get the chance to flirt when the two third years hogged you pinching your cheeks and grinning at you but he loved your cosplay! it was so bold of you to walk around in public without a care in the world of what people think

oikawa and iwaizumi was stunned, they were just busy admiring their lovely manager who hesitantly waved when they kept staring them

iwaizumi turned around, rubbing his neck and coughed, feeling embarassed to stare at you like that

oikawa chuckled and approached you too but then your best friend then hogged you next,

and the day ended when you socked her in the face

Nekoma

you were at an anime convention, you were cosplaying a masked character, even your parents didn't recognised you for a second when you walked right next to them

it was funny, they ruffled your wig and went to do their own thing so you could go around the con and do your own thing as well

you gasped when you saw some cosplaying as your favourite character and rushed to them, feeling giddy with excitement and jumped up and down quietly (that is possible)

you could've slipped when you saw the familiar pudding head, panicking you tried hiding behing the horde of people and lightly bonk yourself on the head when you rwalized you had your mask on

it's okay to panic right, he might have recognised your body shape or something, god you felt like a idiot

well, you couldn't change your voice either so you hope you can avoid talking or he didn't recognise you

it was your turn when the mob dissappeared and the cosplayer smiled and you had your phone up to take a selfie of yourselves

"your cosplay is cool" it made your heart flitter when people complimented your cosplay

you bowed and they waved you off, hoping it didn't look obvious that you wanted to rush off to avoid someone (hopefully they don't think that they're the problem)

but an anime stall distracted you, you gasped it had so many merch, pulling up your mask to breathe and talk properly to the person at the stall, you didn't notice a figure examining you

you sighed, the amount of merch you had was overwhelming and you loved it, you were lucky

but then a bump to someone's chest made your mask drop and you immediately apologised, bowing and before you could snatch back the mask, their hand was on the mask before yours and you yelped when the bed head captain looked at your mask

"y/n?" he slowly grinned when you nervously held out your hand for the mask

"hihi y/n" you reacted when fukunaga played with your wig

"you look AMAZING, Y/N!!" yamamato screeched, not hiding the fact of how he shamelessly look you up and down

kenma may be at another stall but he couldn't help but blush since you were cosplaying his favourite character and you looked like the splitting image of them

inuoka and shibayama hyped you up when you look so nervous and you couldn't help but let out a big chuckle, you loved their reactions

yaku and kai arrived at the scene and cooed at your fit, giving a thumbs up and you couldn't your excitement and hugged yaku who nearly toppled over and yamamoto and kuroo yelled of how unfair it is when they didn't get their hug either, leaving yaku with a satisfied grin making the rooster head hiss at him

kuroo was about to hug you but lev carried your whole damn body and cheered, telling you how cute you looked in your cosplay exposing kenma that you were literally cosplaying his favourite character

kenma wanted to hiss at lev but his eyes soften when you looked at him and you shyly looked away

there was nothing to worry about when you're managing a group of idiots minus the reasonable ones

[agape-28]

tell me about your larrie story dear ☕ luv u

hihi, yes i will! ❤️❤️ love u too

so i was never a directioner when the band was together. i was younger than their target demographic, and even then, i had almost no interest in teen pop culture. if you had shown me a photo of one direction i could probably identify only harry and zayn. i also knew there was a liam in the group (because my brother's name is liam), but i didn't know what he looked like. and i didn't know anything about louis or niall.

but somewhere along the way, i caught wind of larry. and i had pretty anti-tendencies, because i immediately bought the "OMG their crazy fans ruined their friendship!!!!11!!1" nonsense, and sometimes i'd even fight larries in youtube comment sections. like i distinctly remember purposely clicking a video where louis talks about F and seeing comments saying F wasn't his kid, and immediately fighting them. i wasn't a deranged anti, but i was very against it overall.

(more under the cut, this got very long i'm sorry!!!!)

everything changed when may 2021 attacked. yes, it's recent and yes, i'm being dramatic. a lot of things happened all at once, so here we go!

1) i decided to look up The Story by Conan Gray. i clicked on the lyric video on YouTube, and there were literally sooo many larrie comments. i was like wtf?? why are there so many deluded people here? (i still think they're deluded btw, but for different reasons. they were all twarries).

2) i can't remember the exact context but i also decided to search on YouTube for I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. and, well, we all know that's one of our larrie anthems. so again, i was baffled by the amount of people who "believed in this larry crap" in the comments.

3) my friend's birthday was coming up, and i wanted to play a song for her on my guitar. my friend used to be a harrie (she's actually tagged here as 'my anti bff'), and i even remember her sending me a couple of his songs from HS1 back when it released. back then i didn't have spotify, so the only songs of his i had on my phone were Woman and From The Dining Table. so at this point i was like, vaguely aware of his music. so i decided to go through his songs on YouTube for a good song to learn. lo and behold, i click on sweet creature — and the comments were flooded with larries.

so these three things made me wonder — damn, there's a lot of larries still kicking around, huh? and i would've left it at that, but my traitorous brain made me keep thinking about it. like, hmm, i wonder what is it about larry that still makes people think they're together.

thus, i started tentatively searching larry on Twitter and Tiktok. then my YouTube started recommending me larry compilations.

it still took a long time to convince me larry was real, and an even longer time to convince me that they were still together still going stroooong. but that's basically how i started my descent into madness!

(also i became a louis fan during afhf in case anyone was wondering)

hope that didn't bore you anything... i just have a lot of ✨ feelings ✨