#u gotta accept it while u still can

[mars-ipan]

i do love my family very dearly but the internalized ableism the men in here struggle with is. so much

[kxsagi]

hear me out bllk characters with an “innocent” s/o who doesn’t understand pickup lines/takes them too literally 😭 with my freaky kings shidou, kaiser, aiku, karasu and otoya, pretty please

“𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

a/n: omg nah this is peak 🙏

(ac: miiuu1103 on tik tok)

ft. shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, otoya eita

shidou ryusei

shidou, being the menace he is, cannot resist dropping the dirtiest, most unhinged pickup lines on you. 

he corners you one day, eyes gleaming, and purrs, “you wanna ride me like a skateboard, baby?” 

you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and a soft gasp. 

“but ryu... i don't know how to skateboard.” 

and you sound so genuinely distressed about it too, like you just failed a pop quiz. 

he stares at you for a second. just stares. like a man witnessing the purest creature alive. 

his brain actually short-circuits. 

“nah, nah, princess, you don’t gotta know how to ride. i’ll teach ya, easy.” 

you perk up immediately. “really?! i've always wanted to learn!” 

shidou goes through it. 

next thing you know this man is out here dragging a skateboard out of the garage, fully committed to giving you lessons like he didn’t mean it in the filthiest way possible. 

he falls in love every time you wibble-wobble on the board and giggle when he catches you. 

thinks you're the best thing since violence and energy drinks. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is OBSESSED with you. 

he thinks your innocence is a gift from the gods, handcrafted to make his life more entertaining. 

one afternoon, he leans back lazily against the wall outside, smirking, and says, “are you a magician? because whenever i look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

your eyes go HUGE. like a cartoon character. you start whipping your head around, frantically looking around the room. 

“wait, where is everyone? what did you do?!” 

you’re actually worried. you start listing people: “wasn’t ness just here? and that man selling pretzels?” 

kaiser nearly slides down the wall laughing. 

he’s gripping his stomach like he's about to ascend. 

when he finally manages to breathe, he cups your cheeks and plants a kiss right on your forehead. 

“relax, schatz. it’s just me being stupidly in love with you.” 

you still make him check if ness is okay, though. (he texts ness “u alive?” ness replies “unfortunately.”) 

aiku oliver

oliver has no shame. 

if he sees you in cute shorts or a dress, he will immediately pull out the worst pickup lines he knows. 

lounging on the couch one day, he winks at you and says, “your body’s 70% water... and i’m thirsty.” 

you stare at him, so genuinely confused, like, “you can just drink from the kitchen? i refilled the brita.” 

realizing how sassy that might have sounded, you legitimately run to get him a bottle of water and come back looking so proud of yourself. 

“here, stay hydrated.” 

oliver’s just sitting there with a hand over his face, sobbing internally from how precious you are. 

he accepts the water, kisses your hand dramatically, and mutters, “god gave you to me because he knew i couldn’t handle anyone else.” 

karasu tabito

karasu thinks he’s the king of smooth. 

he leans over your shoulder while you're cooking, breath warm against your ear, and says, “are you from tennessee? ‘cause you’re the only ten i see.” 

you immediately turn around and frown very seriously. 

“tabi... i’ve never even been to tennessee.” 

you sound so sad about it too, like you’re worried you disappointed him somehow. 

karasu has to physically restrain himself from collapsing into giggles. 

he straightens up, clearing his throat dramatically. 

“nah, babe, it’s just a cheesy way of saying you’re insanely hot.” 

you light up like a christmas tree. “oh! thank you!!” 

and then you very earnestly offer, “i can go to tennessee if you want!” 

karasu almost proposes on the spot. 

from that day on he makes it his mission to hit you with a ridiculous pickup line at least once a day just to see your confused little face. 

otoya eita

otoya thinks he’s the smoothest operator in the universe. 

he slides up to you while you're minding your business and purrs, “do you have a map? ‘cause i just got lost in your eyes.” 

immediately, you gasp and start rummaging through your bag like your life depends on it. 

“i don’t have a paper map on me, but i have the maps app in my phone! wait, wait, don’t panic, i’ll find it!” 

otoya watches you absolutely spiral over helping him and he has to cover his mouth to hide the fact that he’s losing his mind. 

when you look up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, holding your phone out like a lifeline, he just melts. 

“no need, princess,” he croons, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i’m exactly where i wanna be.” 

you: "yay! so you’re not lost anymore?" 

otoya internally: somebody please call an ambulance, i’m in love. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[totemstones]

Can I Check The Microphone, Please?

(Somi x Male Reader)

Tags : Old-Young, Daddy Kink, Handjob, Blowjob, Titjob, Fingering, Dirty talk, Degradation, Multiple Cums

Length : 3.6K words

You’re a 49-year-old experienced sound engineer who just turned into ‘Chief Sound Officer’ for your team a few years now. Your work is managed and controls your team about the audio and sound, especially in concert or event, handling on-site sound reinforcement.

One day, your team got hired by a concert promoter, they hired your team to control the audio and live sound for their big K-Pop festival, including many K-Pop groups and soloists. This might be your team’s biggest event in your 8 years’ experience. Your team accepts to do it without hesitation, because the half of your team have been K-Pop fans for a while, including you, since you always saw your workers watched K-pop performances and you found it great.

You have been nervous yet excited for a whole week, since the day when your team picked up that call.

When the day arrives, you ride to the location in the morning, a few hours earlier than anyone. You start setting up the sound control zone, to make your teammates work easier, so when your team arrives, you can let them do it on their own and you hope the festival goes well.

Your team made it at noon to do their roles. Luckily, you have a flawless team who barely make mistakes.

‘Yeah, that’s probably my biggest work to date.’ - you talking to yourself

So, it means that you now have time to rest after being tired from waking up and coming early. Now you feel asleep in your team’s room

‘I gotta see a few performa-‘ you talked to yourself, but you start to fall asleep due to being tired.

You suddenly woke up and started to hear the voices of people talking around your room. You find out that K-Pop artists and their managers also arrived at the festival too.

‘Oh shit, they arrive?’ - you questioning

You start to seeing many shadows and hearing many voices outside the windows, might be the artists who start entering their room to rest and wait for their showtime.

As a K-Pop fan, you still didn’t believe it. You’re now close to K-Pop artists more than any fans in the festival, only 1 aisle away from your room.

You woke up at 6:30PM. You look at your phone and start to shock.

‘Oh! I slept too long. I hope I’m not get any missed calls, messages or knocks from my teammates’ - saying with nervousness

Luckily again, you didn’t miss anything from your team.

‘Phew, Okay, I really formed a great team’ - you proudly saying it

Even at the big event, your team manage to doing great on their work.

‘I hope i will get a bonus or gift or any reward after this’ - you joking

At that moment, you hear a knock at the door.

‘Hello, Anyone’s in there?’

Someone just knocks at the door, you confuse. It’s either your teammates or someone you don’t know and randomly knocking. So, you answer to the voice at the door.

‘Yes, Are you sure you’re knocking on the right room?’

‘This is the sound team room, right? I have some issue with my microphone.’

‘Ah, yes, I’m coming!’

You stand up and run to the door to open it

‘Hi, I’m chief sound offic-, Oh! You’re Somi, right?’ - you surprisingly asking her

‘Yeah, I’m Somi. Nice to meet you’ - she says it and shake your hand

‘Y- Yeah, Nice to meet you too’ - you shake her hand and show your nervousness expression

‘U-uh, so, what’s the problem?, Did anything wro-wrong with your microphone?’

‘So, i have some issue about my microphone. I think it’s broken, and i want to change it. Then I went to find the sound team. And they told me to go to their room at backstage to change it, and they led me here’ - she explaining how she got here

‘Oh, Okay, I will change it for you. So, please come in the room first’ - you inviting her to come in

‘Thank You’ - Somi says it with pleasure

You’ve turn your back, but you see a little gaze from her eyes at a few seconds before you turn your head back. It feels like her eyes went look up and down, you think she tries to tell you something. But you didn’t think about it and go to your team’s rack, where your team have kept spare microphones.

You’ve tried every microphones as much as you have, plug it into the speaker and test it, to find the best one to give her. The room was silent, only the signal noise from the speaker. You’ve tried so many microphones, but you start to be aware that Somi will perform late. So, you decide to talk to her to break the silence.

‘So, how many minutes you have left before you perform?’ - you concernedly asking her

‘30 minutes, but that’s fine, don’t worry. I handle it professionally’ - she answers

‘Oh, okay, I guess you’ve been in the industry for a long time, right?’

‘How you know about that?’

‘I ain’t gonna lie. I’ve been a fan of K-Pop for a while now, and i’ve been knowing about you and your ex-group. And you know what? My bias is you, that’s why I know you’

‘Oh, you’re a fan of me???’

‘Yeah, i like you because of your talents, and especially your hard-working’ - you’ve just praising the girl in front of you, and yap about how you like her

‘Oh, thanks for those kind words’

And then, she starts to stand up and walk towards to you, but you don’t recognize it because you’re busy and trying to finding the best one. Once you start to notice something behind you. You turn your back, and you see Somi being closer to you.

‘Ah! You scare me!’

‘Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want to see it.’

It looks like Somi was looking for something. You start to get nervous, realizing how closer she is.

‘Can you teach me how to tell that which one are the best?’ – she asks

‘Uh- Uhh, you can’t tell by looking at it without plug into the speaker’ – you answering

‘Oh, Interesting’

And then she starts to touch your arms and slide to your back, then her hands start to roam around your chest, from belly to your belt, and goes down to your zipper.

‘So, I’ve been wondering. Is your microphone the best when its plug it in me’ – she starts to talk dirty

‘Hey! What are you doing!, My teammates will find out’

‘And? Just show them how I treat- I mean test the mic that good’

She starts to take off your belt and unzip your pant and pull down. Your 7-inches cock spring out when she also pulls down your underwear. And she start to reach your cock and start rubbing it.

‘Well, my favorite size, measuring it from behind. I guess it will fit’

She enjoys rubbing you with both of her hands, her forefinger can’t touch her thumb because of how big you are. You try not to moan because it will show that you really love how great rhythm of her handjob.

Somi sneaky to sees your non-reaction, face with no feelings. So, Somi have to try another way.

‘Awww, Am I not testing microphone good enough Daddy? I’ll try another way’

You start to think that she will do something that you were thinking, and you were right. She start to take off her clothes beside you, now you can see her tits and pussy clearly. She kneel on both her knees and moves to the space between you and the team’s rack. You try not to look down on her face, start to avoid looking at her face.

‘Daddy, are you allow me to test another way?’ – She asks

You love how she says the word ‘Daddy’ and how flirty yet slutty she looks, even your cock overlaying half of her face. And you hold your life out try not to answer her, but you can’t hold it. Your face starts to respond to her, your head nodding and she suddenly see it. You have realize that you’ve made a mistake.

‘I’ll take it as acceptance Daddy, I want to see your pre-performance before you plug it in me. And I’ll show you that i can handle it professionally’

She takes your slightly-properly-size cock into her mouth. Her slippery lip shows that she had prepared with saliva before. Inside of her mouth was warmth and moisty, with her tongue as the soft pad that support your cock.

You can’t hold it anymore. You start to move your hip a little and trying to match her rhythm, you can’t stand still. You start to shift your body closer to her to easily surprisedly deepthroat her, but she saw it and knows what you gonna do. Then she takes your cock out of her mouth. Your heart dropping, thought she aware it and it will make her mad.

‘I know what you’re about to do Daddy, don’t think I’m that dumb. Anyways, i’ll help you like how you help me, time for exchange’

You feel relieve that she isn’t mad. And since she already knew what you were about to do. She also moves closer to you and helps your secret objective that’s not secret anymore.

You and Somi starts to match each other freak and rhythm and get more sloppy. You’re now openly show how you enjoyable fucking her face. You firmly grab her head, wring her cheeks to jawline, pull her hair and move her head faster. She also looking up to you, and now you can look down to her without offending.

‘I’m not gonna hold it anymore, bitch. Look at your face while sucking cock is the experience that anyone will never get in their entire life. I guess I’m not that lucky, or someone sent me a gift. It’s just a dirty bitch who hide her pervert side to her fans. Imagine if they know about this, acting like a whore for the guy who just met. Now you look like a mess prostitute, your make-up is fuck up. I feel bad for your make up artist, they have to put more make up before the show because the girl just horny and got fucked rawly. But it can’t solve how mess you look’

‘Damn, you kinda love me now Daddy. You didn’t look like the guy who comfortably welcomed me into the room, passed a chair to me, being kind to me, doing his job to me. Look at you too Daddy, being rough and raw for girl who just met, and lying to girl, saying that he didn’t feel anything. Daddy wasn’t look alike a guy who i just met minutes ago, but i feels like we’ve been fuck before. I wish i met you before’

You both start to talk dirty; you and Somi’s faces turn red, it show how you each other like their compliments.

Her saliva drips down to the floor, her raw, sloppy and consistently blowjob was the most insanely blowjob you’ve ever got. You fuck her mouth for 7 minutes.

Now you feel like your orgasm about to come soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now, take this shit and it will shock you. Your cum-dump face is so fuckable’

‘Show it then Daddy. Fuck my face roughly and I hope your cum will shock me’

You are cupping her face to match the shape of your cock to make you feel like you fuck the tight pussy, the elements of her mouth is so perfect. You had deepthroat her a couple time.

You pull your dick out of her pussy-lookalike mouth and cumming all on her face, paint her face with your seed. Then she lets your white seed running all over her eyes, nose, lip and mouth. Some flows running under her neck through her cleavage, and the others drop down on the floor. Her face now covering in white, she starts to lick her lip and wipe her face to taste your seed.

‘Plenty amount & Delicious. You fuck my mouth so good. No one never done that to me, love how rough and raw you are.’

‘Yeah, me too, that shit was intense as hell.’ - You softly talking

Both of you rest for a couple minutes. And then you see her cleavage has your cum flows through her belly, and you find it sexy. Your cock starts to get erect again; she also saw your cock starts to rise again.

‘My cum behind your cleavage is so hot honestly. If you mind me to fu-‘

‘I know what you want Daddy even though we just met. But i can predict that you want my boobs squeezing on your cock. And I guess you’ve been looked at my boobs since the door was opened’ – She covering your mouth

‘Yeah, I guess the secret is open now’

You stand up and grab her boobs and place your cook in between.

You had changed your opinion when you start touching it. Her softest spot now is her boobs.

‘Your milks soft as hell. How cow-slut still got milks this soft’

‘I prepare them everyday Daddy. I do it because i hope someone who fuck me good will praise it’

‘So, am I good enough?’

‘I don’t know, you just praise my titties, but you never fuck me’

‘So if I fuck you now, am I pass?’

‘Based on your dirty and raw shit on first round. I guess you will’

You start to fold you own lip, the reaction of enjoyness

‘Why you fold your lips? Did you really love my titties that much?’

‘Yeah. I saw one of my worker had watched your performance, and i can’t stop focus on your bouncing titties. I try to avoid, but your big jiggly milks make me keep watching it. I often watch your fancam when i’m alone, it usually drives me a lot when you shake your body. And now i have a chance to do better than looking.’

‘But Daddy said you love my talents and my hard-working’

‘Ah, that’s the one, but your tits are OUTSTANDING talents’

‘Damn Daddy, you actually hold it’

You start to pacing your hip faster, used your previous cum as lube. Your cock hitting her throat everytime you thrusting.

‘Damn, Daddy’s dick hitting my throat both in and out, love how delivering it is.’

You have pull your cock and paint to her boobs, your glan rubbing her pinky titties

‘You still cum a lot, I love it’

She grabs your post-blasted cock to wipe more seed and swallow.

‘Ah yeah, still tasteful, no loss of flavor’

‘So now, Are you ready to get some fuck, slut?’

‘I guess so Daddy’

Before both of you try to fuck for the first time. Knocking from the door just destroys the atmosphere.

‘Hello, Is Somi still in there?’ - your teammate asking

That’s the voice of your teammate, you recognize it.

‘Y- Yeah, she’s here. But don’t open it yet, let me finish my job here’

You both clean the mess around, prepare before your teammate comes in.

‘That’s sad, i hope we fuck before this’

‘Don’t regret it Daddy, that shit was crazy. I hope we see each other more after this. You really impressed me a lot even without getting your dick in yet. You will impress more if my pussy devours you. But i really want you Daddy. So, if Daddy don’t mind, let’s do some quickie fingering’

‘Aight, bet’

Somi takes off her safety short after she just finish wearing it, to make a quickie fingering with you.

‘You’re really really true slut, take off those pant to get fingered’

‘I actually want it Daddy, don’t mad at me’

‘Daddy won’t mad if the pussy's good’

You take 2 fingers to caress her lips, moving up and down slowly but play more on her clit. Your movement makes Somi moans.

‘Ah, Daddy, it make me f- ah feel so g- ood, you can going hard- er on m- e, destr- oy my pussy’

‘I didn’t moan out before you sucked me. But now i just start fingering you, and you’re already moan. This slut can’t hold it longer. It’s time for Daddy to teach some lesson.’

You start to stuck your fingers into her pussy and going in and out, and other hand crushing her clit like what she desired.

‘Oh my god, your fingers fuck me so good. I can’t wait long enough to get your dick in mine’

‘Slut really can’t be wait. Even though you know that my teammate is here, waiting you to meet her. But you still horny and begged me to finger you’

You quickly fingering her. Her body now intensely shaking more than Vibrator, and looks like she about to cum soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now Daddy, thanks you for everything today, i will never forget this moment’

‘Slut like you will forget it’

‘Noooooo, i’m not forgetting the raw, roughly, degrading moment like this Daddy, you’re really great’

You still continuing the pace until her body trembling and her face relieving. Her pussy is so red, cause by your hand slapping her. That strong quickie caused her to squirt all over the floor.

You both take their pant on and have to clean the mess again.

‘Ok, i hope we will meet again and fuck soon’

‘So, Am i good enough at checking the microphone?’ - Somi asks

‘Definitely’

Somi fixing her hair, but still look messy, just trying her best not to look like she had been doing something before. She opens the door and see your teammate stands in front of the room.

‘Hi, Somi. Your showtime was near but i can’t find you anywhere, so i asked my friends. They say you had went to our room’

‘Oh!, i’m sorry to make you worry. My microphone just broken, so i went to find a spare one. And i already found ‘the best one’. I’m so sorry for being late’

‘Gwench-, i mean, that’s fine. You still have some time. Anyways, Can i take a photo with you?’

‘Yeah, sure!’

Your teammate grabs her phone and try to selfie. You trying to get in the frame, but your teammate don’t want you to be in.

‘Hey boss, i just want to selfie with her, not you!’

‘Alright, fine’

‘Nah, let him in. It would be perfect!’

She allows you to get in the frame because Somi gives you a chance. So you decide to clench her silky and big butt. Somi feeling it, she does a little tiptoe and press her lip.

‘Thank you Somi, I will led you to the preparation zone before the show starts’

‘Ok, thank you’

Your worker leads her, but she not following her yet. She choose to whispering to your ear.

‘I hope your butt clenching is the pinky promise, because i’ll let you destroy my asshole when we meet again’

And you whispering her back.

‘I will, see you again’

Then she walk after and turn her back to give you a wave and you wave her back.

You come back to your room and clean the mess that still left.

5 minutes later. The same teammate who led Somi to stage just came back. She decided to ask you something.

‘Boss, Why Somi take her time so long? Does anything bad happens?’

‘No, i tried my best to give the best one for her’

‘Really? Me and my friends was truly worried that she will perform late’

‘Yeah, nothing bad happens’

‘Alright, Do you want to see her show?’

‘Definitely’

You turn off everything, includes the speaker. And went to watch her show after things just happen.

Crowd start to gathering to watch Somi’s performance. When Somi shows herself, the crowd are going crazy and screaming for her. Your zone is closer than VIPs, as the Staff’s zone.

When you watch her fully expression face. You can’t stop thinking about the moment.

When she does interact with everyone. You were the first one to get her attention. She shaking your hand and smiling at you, while singing her line on ‘Ice Cream’

‘Come and get if you wanna. Yeah, I’m like Ice Cream (Ah yeah ah yeah) Got you wishing you could. You can try me (Ah yeah ah yeah) Only if you’ve been good.’

The way she say ‘Ah yeah’ sounds like when she moans after tasting your seed after her titjob, like she trying to remind you the moment.

You get more attention than anyone, some people in the crowd start looking at you. It also makes your teammate start wondering.

‘Damn boss, you really get her attention. You really helped her good’

‘For sure, i treat- i mean i helped her good’

End Credit :

After show ends, you came back to your room to pack up. Suddenly, the knock just happens again. You open and think Somi is coming back.

‘Hi agai-, Oh hello, who are you?’

‘I’m Somi’s Assistant Manager. She wants you and your team’s contacts for her future work’

‘Okay’

You give both contacts to her helper.

‘Thank you’

And then he left after you gave him.

A few hours later, Your phone shaking, and you see 5 messages from anonymous account.

‘I won't forget you Daddy’

‘Meet me again’

‘At my solo album showcase’

‘I miss your dick already’

‘Daddy’

Editor Note :

At first it was Natty, but then i found the TikTok search ‘Somi and Melody Marks’, so i changed to Somi after that, and I think it might more fit.

- totemstones

[spookyji]

thirsty! l.mk

nsfw + mdni. inspired by mark drinking water, god bless water bottles. u know what i mean, right?

mark had definitely lost track of time. maybe contributing was the lack of daytime and sun in the winter, but it certainly had been hours since you came to his practice and he was still going through the same movements for the thousandth time, possessed by some perfectionist within him that couldn't let the slightest mistake slide. watching him in the practice room mirror from your seat to the side, you can't deny that you admire his diligence. but it also must be said that mark definitely needed a pause. and as a... less important side note, it was hard to not think about the way mark looks a little too good, especially after over a week without certain activities due to his busy schedule.

mark's hair messily tucked into a baseball cap to keep his bangs out of his eyes, loose black t-shirt and gray sweats, not wearing his glasses but a certain look of unbreakable concentration gracing his eyes, something casually sexy about him, isn't there? it's only when he pauses for a second to adjust his cap that you'd better act, god forbid he continues for another three hours without stop, your hand reaching for a water bottle before walking up to catch his attention with a little wave.

sorry, you've been waiting on me for a while, haven't you? mark smiles a tad regretfully, though a faintly appreciative tilt to his lips. he really, really, really didn't mean to keep you here for so long, but, well, the schedule deadline was coming up quickly without mercy. it's okay, i know it's important to you, you shake your head, but truth be told, you weren't really planning on letting him keep up the practice all night. not for the next hour, even. he accepts the water bottle, , tilting his head back. waterfalling with ease, but watching mark's adam's apple bob with each swallow, half a bottle of water downed in seconds... you're a girlfriend getting thirstier by the millisecond.

it's all the incentive you need to drop to your knees.

babe, what're you— oh. mark can barely get the words out, before you're palming him through his sweats, god, gray sweatpants? the imprint of his dick in soft fabric beneath your fingertips, peering up at him with evident intentions as you slowly press your hand into his bulge, watching him swallow back spit and feeling him getting harder, oh, he's fucked. i— i gotta work, mark mumbles, his voice hitching when your fingers grip the waistband of his sweats, nervously looking up for only a second to see if anyone's around when the room's clearly been empty for hours.

no, i think you need... a break, markie. you giggle, and mark feels his ears turning red,, when he realizes how fucking hard he is a little too quickly, it's all the stress and tension, isn't it? i'll be quick, you smile, sticking out your tongue as you swiftly tug down his sweats and boxers just enough,, only a few teasing touches and he's bone stiff, cock flushed as you tenatively lick up the thick vein of his length, and it's like his hesitation melts instantaneously, his pretty moan slipping from his lips as his hands find your hair, gripping on for his sanity.

slick sounds of your lips wrapped 'round his cock, sucking on the tip before taking as much as you can, 'til you can feel it at the back of your throat, 's lewd to be doing this where there are cameras, where anyone could look through the little glass window in the door and see his dick shoved down your throat, hmm? mark's a mess, panting hot breaths pitched with moans as you bob your head, leaving sticky, hot glistens of saliva down the flushed skin, your hands gripping his thighs and tongue sliding down the protruding veins, oh, fuuuuck, mark groans as you swallow round his tip, hands unconsciously pushing your head down further, so obsessed with the way your warm, wet mouth sucks him off, hollowing your cheeks 'cause it's the way he likes it.

sounds so lewd, racy with wet sucks and moans filling the stagnant air, his gaze fluttering to the mirror and mark practically whines at the sight, shit, he loves it when you're on your knees for him. 'm— 'm not gonna last, mark whimpers, his hips pushing into your lips desperately, feels so good and been a little too long, needed it so bad, didnt he? your hum barely audible, 's all he needs to cum, creamy white filling your mouth as his head tips back, moaning swears in a raspy voice, letting you take it all so good, barely able to contain his dazed, slutty grin when mark looks back down, letting go of your hair to grip himself, jerking off sloppily when you suck his tip hard, a white tinted line of spit and cum seeping from the corner of your lip.

fuck, i love you so much, mark groans, unable to look away when you pull off with a slight pop, swallowing all of his load without hesitation, that's my girl.

and mark'll be on his knees, pushing you down on that hard, wooden practice floor, have to say thank you, doesn't he? and yeah, he'll hear it tomorrow when he's sleepy at tomorrow's recording, but fuck it, mark's gonna invite you to the studio anyways for... round two?

i havent written for mark in so long damn

[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK

daddy jungkook (literally)

; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)

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“seriously though, you have to fuckin’ quit that job already.”

Sasha, who happens to be your best friend ever since you started working at the local elementary school, just lectured you again. she was already teaching there when you arrived, you spent your lunch breaks with her and even be each other’s substitute sometimes.

surprisingly, she quit a few months after that. you stayed close though. at first, she was dying to know the drama happening among the teaching staff, but as shit kept going down which included you and the principal, all you ever hear from her is that you need to quit.

it wasn’t a huge surprise to her when you first told her your boss, aka the school’s principal, asked you out. it was weird, but everyone knew he was.. a little desperate. he had asked most of the female teachers out, some who agreed could only say bad things about the experience.

you declined his offer politely, explaining that you don’t want your personal life to mix with your job. it was awkward after that, but turns out he seems to be the dumbest person on earth. he asked you out two weeks after that, again.

still to this day, he keeps asking you out over and over and you keep rejecting him over and over again. sure, he got a lil’ crush on you, sweet, right? fuck no. he’s a pervert, doesn’t know what personal space is.

“but i need the money. i don’t know where else i could get such good salary.” you told her, for the nth time.

“be a stripper,” Sasha casually said, sipping on her diet coke while your eyes widened.

“don’t say nonsense, dafuq..” you both shared a giggle, but you definitely won’t put that job idea on the bottom of your list. maybe in the middle, or top 5. if you really can’t find a good place, then gotta be top 3.

“you could be one until you save enough money, then look for a less crazy one.”

“there’s never enough money, sasha.” you sighed, fuck inflation. when you grew up and finished studying, you realized the hardest part of being an adult was money. it’s crazy how difficult it is to make a living.

“if you don’t give in your quitting notice tomorrow, i’m gonna do it for you instead.” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i don’t want to make a decision too quick. not until i know i can find another job.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

…

“okay.”

she squealed in her chair, gaining some attention on the two of you.

“if you dare to lie to me right now, i’m gonna make you eat your own shit.”

you kicked her under the table, sending her a glare. “behave, bitch.”

┈ ⪩⪨   ┈

“oh, __! what brings you here today?” your boss, sehun immediately stood up from his chair, ready to greet you with a hug.

panicking, you reached your hand out with a paper, catching his attention. “this is..?”

“my resignation notice, sir.”

“your what?”

he took the paper from your grip, examining it carefully. his eyebrows fell together, eyes scanning every single word.

he backed up, resting on the edge of his table. he looked at the paper again, rereading the first sentence.

‘Kindly accept this letter as my formal resignation…’

“are you sure, __?” he asked, putting the paper on his table. he crossed his arms, frustration written on his face.

you fixed your hair, giving him a firm nod. “yeah, i’ve been thinking of it for a while now.”

“i’m glad i could be a part of this amazing team, but i just feel like,” you struggled to find the words, obviously you didn’t want to tell in his face.

‘aye bruh, stop bein’ a pervert and you might stop losing your workers’

“look, teaching isn’t my thing. and i feel horrible to find that out so late.”

“well, if your passion for teaching ever comes back, you’re more than welcomed here.”

“thank you,” you smiled, because even though he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met, your co-workers have always been kind to you.

the children also love you, and you’re extremely thankful for all the support and love you got from everyone.

during the usual lunch break, you co-workers heard the news too. they all wished you the best with a hug, some getting emotional too.

officially, this was your last week working at the school.

when you got home, sasha sent you a link to an advertisement.

‘looking for a nanny’

you laughed, dialing her contact. didn’t take her long to answer, obviously. she’s always on her damn phone, even when working.

“you can’t be serious. a nanny?” you laughed, finding the idea of you with a kid ridiculous.

“have you seen the description? girl, they pay damn well!” she said, followed by her exhaling.

“didn’t you say you’re gonna stop smoking?”

“i stopped. for three hours.”

you shook your head, putting her on speaker as you clicked the advertisement.

“170.000₩?” you blurted out loud, “a day?!” sasha hummed on the other side of the call.

“told ya’..”

“that’s.. nice. woah, yeah, nice.” you mumbled as you continued to read the requirements and some important details about the job.

“give it a try.” sasha said, but your eyes caught a sentence.

“they want someone with experience, as expected.” you let out a long sigh and fell back on your bed.

“you got the experience.”

“me? sasha, i never looked after a kid-“

“you work with kids. first and second graders. and they all fuckin’ love you.”

“that’s different.” you groaned.

“it’s not. a kid is a kid. 3 year olds are just as damn annoying as 7 year olds. prove me wrong..”

you laughed, she was right. they can be a huge pain in the ass, but they have the purest soul.

“true.”

“give it a try, __.” she said again, calling you by your name. oh she’s serious serious.

“yeah, i might call tomorrow then.”

“might? no, you will.” she corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“sure.”

you called them the next day after considering it for half a day, being the typical embarrassment, you called at the wrong time.

the man was in a hurry, so you both just quickly agree on a time to meet in person. that happened to be the day after.

you looked at the address one more time after you got off the bus, realizing it was more of a wealthy neighborhood. you only had to walk about 5 minutes until you got there, hesitantly but you pressed the bell.

a tall, young man opened the door. his skin is smooth and fair, almost perfect. his hair dark, slightly wavy which was styled in a mullet cut, longer at the back.

his choice in clothes seemed to be rich, a white ribbed polo shirt with short sleeves, causing your eyes to drop to his sleeve tattoo in a second. he paired it with black tailored trousers.

“hey, you must be __?” he asked with uncertainty and you came back to life, smiling to him.

“yeah, i am.”

“great, come in.”

he stepped aside and you walked in, taking off your shoes and jacket.

the house was oddly barely decorated, not a single picture or painting on the walls, very few plants, which you’re sure are fake plants also. the house wasn’t really colorful, most of the furnitures are bright. like beige and cream white.

“would you like a drink? water, tea, soda? maybe coffee?” he suggested as he walked in front of you, leading you to the living room.

“no, thank you.” you politely refused, feeling a little.. off in such a nice home. not something you’re used to.

you sat down on the couch, carefully not to mess the neatly placed pillows behind. god you looked so uncomfortable and awkward.

“i’d like to introduce myself again, in person this time.” he spoke as he sat down on the armchair, next to the couch.

“i’m jeon jungkook, 27. i’m a dentist in the center of seoul. i’m the father of a sweet angel, nabi. she turns 5 in a few weeks, we could say she’s in her, erm,” he struggled to find an appropriate word.

“crazy phase?” you asked with a smile.

“yeah, something like that. she’s been loud lately, that’s all.” he chuckled, resting his arms on his knees.

you nodded and held your small bag tightly, “i’d like to introduce myself better too, then.”

“i’m __, 24 and i currently work at an elementary school. i handed in my resignation letter and this is my last week as a teacher, so i’m searching for a new job currently.”

you paused, hesitant what else to say.

“elementary school? so, you work with kids?”

“yes, first and second grade.”

after a few minutes of getting to know each other more, a little girl, most likely his daughter, walked down the stairs with her sleepy appearance.

“oh!” she stopped the moment she saw you, the tiredness leaving her eyes.

“nabi, c’mere.” jungkook held out his hand, “this is __. what do you say?” he asked her, holding her tiny hands.

“hello.” she greeted you and you smiled, her shyness is adorable.

“hi.”

“__ is here because she would like to look after you.” he said and she looked up to him so fast, you thought her neck would snap.

“daddy, are you leeving me?” she gasped and jungkook chuckled at her words, shaking his head.

“no, but when i’m at work, someone needs to be here and take care of you. how about __, does she seem nice? hm?”

the little girl shrugged, hugging her father’s arm. he sent her back to the bedroom, saying he would be there soon too.

“well, she’s a little shy at first but, i think she’s gonna open up fast.” he smiled and stood up, your eyes widening a bit and you stood up too.

“does that mean, i got the job?”

“see you next monday?” he asked and you almost started jumping, but you held back. instead, you gave him a huge smile and nodded.

“monday then.”

[archangeldyke-all]

sev def lays on top of u whenever she makes u mad until you stop being mad

ASDJFPWEWFPJD:LDF this is so fucking funny and cute

men and minors dni

the first time it happens, you and sevika are in your first real fight of your relationship.

sevika had stood you up on a date, only to show up on your doorstep five hours later bloodied and beaten.

the simultaneous sting of rejection mixed with the heartbreak of seeing your love in such rough shape resulted in you angrily patching sevika up in the bathroom, ranting at her as you tended to her wounds.

"b-baby, you know i've got a crazy job. sometimes i come home bloody. some nights i won't be able to come home at all. and you should know by now that i wouldn't fuckin' stand you up without a good reason."

"i know that sevika, which is why i'd fucking appreciate it if you could send a fucking messenger to me next time you gotta bail on our plans! i thought you were dead in a fucking ditch somewhere!" you cry.

sevika blinks, seemingly not having considered this point yet. "oh." she says, her heart breaking a bit as she realizes how worried you must've been. you're always worried about her; pouting when you find new bruises on her body and giving silco dirty looks when he's been treating her poorly, and sevika knows how hard you work to accept her lifestyle and job-- but she can only fucking imagine how scared you must've been for the few hours where she was missing. she'd die if she thought something happened to you.

"did you hit your head at all?" you ask, glaring down at your girlfriend while your hands gently move her head back and forth, studying her pupils.

"no."

"good." you grunt, dropping your hands quickly and angrily packing up the first aid kit. "i'm going to bed. you need to take a bath-- you stink." you spit, storming out of the bathroom.

sevika blinks, the full gravity of her fuck up hitting her-- and then she rushes after you.

you're cursing her out under your breath and slamming drawers as you change into your pajamas.

sevika cringes, desperately trying to think of a way to get herself out of the doghouse. "baby--"

"i don't wanna hear it, sevika. not tonight."

she gulps, and then does the only thing she can think to do.

in three big strides, sevika's pushing you onto the bed and collapsing on top of you. you squeak, then start to squirm underneath her.

"what the fuck are you doing!?" you ask.

sevika shrugs on top of you. "you're angry at me."

"...so!?" you squeal.

"so i'm squishing you until you love me again." sevika says.

you can't help but giggle, smacking her shoulder. "i still love you, jackass, i'm just mad at you."

"so i'm squishing the mad out of you." she says simply. you laugh, your anger slowly melting away at sevika's sweetness. "i'm sorry. really. i didn't-- i didn't even think of how scary that could be for you. i-i'll send someone next time i gotta stay late. i promise."

with the easy way you melt underneath her after that, sevika starts laying on top of you anytime you argue after that, too.

you bitch at her about how she's always letting food crust on her plates in the sink-- she lays on you.

she skips her dentist appointment and gets a cavity and you're pissed when you find out-- she lays on you.

she spoils the end of the book you're reading on accident, and, you guessed it-- she's laying on you until you finally sigh and forgive her.

it's nice. sevika always uses the time on top of you to figure out her words-- figure out a proper apology and something to make it up to you. you like the pressure of her body on top of you-- it helps the firey anger inside you disperse and it's reassuring to know that even when you're pissed at her, sevika's gonna stay with you.

plus, most of the time your arguments end when you start running away from sevika, insisting she don't lay on you this time, and she chases after you, both of you forgetting your grievances to giggle and chase each other around the house.

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[riverwalsh]

nicole my love !

where do you stand on brat tamer!frank …… would he be quick to react? grabbing your jaw after you give him attitude, raising his eyebrows at you with a warning “watch the mouth, yeah?” in that thick raspy voice? or is he rubbing a warm hand in circles on your lower back, quietly muttering a “don’t gotta act out for attention, baby.” i need 2 knooooow 🤗

— princessbrunette ♡

an; thank u for the request princess, sorry it took so long but i love u dearly 🤍 i always seem to take your requests in a little crazy direction so just bear with me (also note to everyone please ignore the verb tense changing like halfway through it turned into something of a drabble and i don’t feel like fixing it. so enjoy.)

cw; female!reader, mentions of blood/violence, cockwarming. that’s about it.

18+ only mdni

i think frank would be pretty good at reading you. he knows what makes you itch; like when he leaves his boots, carelessly splattered with the blood of a lowlife (or three) that will surely be named in tomorrow morning’s newspaper, strewn haphazardly on the living room floor for you to trip over when you get home. or, when you ask him about said lowlife(s) and he brushes you off, mumbling something about how it doesn’t matter anyways, and they got what was coming to them, before disappearing for the third night that week. it makes you feel so goddamn lonely.

it was these things, among others of course. sometimes frank castle was just so goddamn stubborn it made your skin crawl.

buuuut, frank also knows what makes you feel better. knows how to handle you when you start letting your irritation show. he’d just accept your little quips and snide remarks for a while. let you take out just a little bit your pent up frustration out on him—i mean, he kinda deserves it sometimes, right? he knows this, you know this. and yet, he knew exactly when to make it right.

“fuck you, frank,” you muttered as you frantically pulled your shoes on, already late for work. everything had already gone wrong for you that morning—your first alarm didn’t go off, your shower was lukewarm at best, and you burnt your last bagel. and now, as you were ready to leave, frank suddenly decided he wanted to talk.

“whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.” his tone was firm, a hand coming out as if in warning. as annoyed as you got, you hardly ever swore at frank. “what’s wrong with you?”

there he is.

“what’s wrong with me?” you asked incredulously, grabbing your keys off the hook. “wha- what’s wrong with you?! you’re fucking gone almost every night this week, i’m getting calls from karen practically every five minutes-”

“she’s just-“

“don’t you fucking dare play dumb like you didn’t ask her to check in on me,” you cut him off quickly, pointing an accusing finger at him. you knew how you were being but you couldn’t help it at this point. “i can handle myself, frank. maybe if you just told me what the fuck was going on i could just-”

“you could just what? hm?” his voice was quiet, but commanding. his arms crossed in front of him as he postured intimidatingly toward you, eyebrows raised in a silent challenge to keep talking. your mouth snapped shut immediately, heart jumping as you lowered your hand that was still hovering mid-air.

you swallowed thickly, putting your keys into your bag with less of a rush, suddenly more careful of your movements. he watched you thoughtfully for a moment, before slowly making his way toward you, boots heavy as they met the hardwood below. you could do nothing but stare at him as he came closer, irritation suddenly the furthest thing from your mind.

“you, uh…” he paused, not for lack of words but simply dramatics. “you think you’re pretty tough, that right?”

“i never said that,” you replied quickly, shaking your head and averting your gaze. his hand was quick to grab your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eye.

“‘i can handle myself.’ ain’t that what you just said?” his voice was low and rough, like he’d just swallowed sandpaper. your breath came out trembling, and when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking, his grip grew tighter, rattling you a bit. “you answer me when i’m talkin’ to you, girl.”

“y-yes, that’s what i said,” you answered, voice wavering slightly. his gaze was piercing, eyes searching yours for a moment before releasing his grip, leaving you stumbling backwards into the front door.

“everything i do is for you,” he starts, adam's apple bobbing as he reaches out to place a more gentle hand on your arm, thumb rubbing your skin in soft circles. his eyes are still ablaze, and the dissonance makes you shiver. “everything, everything i fuckin’ do out there is to make sure none of my shit makes it back home to you, you got that? i’m not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you.” you find yourself nodding, mindlessly, letting his words soothe the irritation that had built up inside you. his calloused fingers find their way back to your face and he rubs his thumb across the plush of your lower lip, gauging the intensifying rise and fall of your chest.

he knows you. he knows what you need.

he nods almost curtly in understanding, letting his touch linger a bit longer just to feel the warmth of your shaking breath. “now you watch your goddamn language when you’re speakin’ to me, sweetheart. go on.” he jerked his head toward the door before turning around and heading for the kitchen without so much as another glance in your direction. “you’re gonna be late.”

you were in fact a few minutes late to work, but you were exactly on time getting home, that’s for sure. maybe even a few minutes earlier than usual.

and frank was waiting for you, of course he was. it was barely five minutes from walking through the door before he had you completely stripped, sitting obediently still in his lap as you wept into his shoulder.

“easy,” he cooed, squeezing your hips to keep you from rocking too much. “you quit all that cryin’ and start talking.”

your tears darkened his shirt as you clung to him helplessly, stuffed full of his thick cock and intoxicated by his voice.

“i-i just wan’you to talk to me, frank,” you cried, grasping weakly for purchase on his shoulders. “you get so distant and push me away…but i just wanna be helpful to you.” your voice was quiet and almost conspiratorial where you whispered into his neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses into his warm skin. “i just-

“hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, grabbing your neck to pull you back and look into his darkened eyes. his voice was rough with restraint—it was nothing short of a miracle he was holding it together, what with you clenching around him desperately with every breath. “none of that. you wanna know how you can help me?”

you nodded fervently.

“by stayin’ your ass right fuckin’ here,” he grit, eliciting a pathetic moan from you as he drew you in impossibly closer. “by wakin’ up in the mornin’ and goin’ to work like you have been. by doin’ what i say, when i say it. by trustin’ that everything i do out there is for you, it’s for you.” he punctuated his words with a press to your lower back, guiding you to roll your hips against him slowly. “that’s how you can help me. you got that?”

“yes, frank, yes, yes,” you whined, letting his words placate you as you began to move against him with more eagerness. “i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry-”

“shh, shh, shh, you don’t apologize,” he soothed, his voice strained, blunt nails digging crescents into your plush skin. “you don’t apologize to me, girl, you just take what you need baby, you take it from me, yeah? you take it and then we can talk, baby, just fuckin’- oh, fuck- you just take it-”

-

so yeah, frank knows how to handle you and your bratty attitude just fine.

[laceyfaeryy]

wld u wnt 2 write ddlg wif jason perhaps..? in my head he's THE daddy dom ever..

(are you accepting anons?)

MDNI 18+

ddlg with dom! jason todd x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

▐ ddlg, vaginal sex, overstimulation

a/n: i am accepting anons!! also i received a lot of request asking for ddlg jason, this will count for all of them unless you requested a specific scenario

“what did i say about not distracting me while i work huh?” jason grunted as he fucked your tight cunt, his cock glistening with your arousal as you whined and squirmed. “‘m sorry,” you cried as you clutched onto the bunny stuffy, holding it firmly against your chest whilst jason folded you like a pretzel, knees up to your chest. “sorry who huh? what did i say about manners sweetheart?” sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched his cock disappear into your glossy folds, a small bulge in your stomach. “‘m sorry daddy,” you mumbled shyly as your cheeks tinged a soft shade of pink.

jason hummed contently, “there’s my sweet girl with her manners,” he cooed as you hiccuped, saliva dribbling down your chin, your eyes dazed. “still gotta teach you a lesson for disobeying me though darling, daddy has strict rules with his work for a reason.” jason had a few rules, the most important one was to not go to the garage whilst he was fixing up the cars. firstly, he didn’t want to stain the pretty clothes of yours, he would be covered in grease and oil, the thought of someone as sweet and innocent in an area filled with the smell of gas and stains everywhere drove him insane. no, his pretty girl had to stay away from filth. plus, his friends were total nut jobs, and he would be damned to let them anywhere near you.

though the sight of you was quite adorable, your bare feet padded down to the porch, in the pretty pink nightgown he bought for you. your soft tired voice still thick with sleep as you placed in a random pair of shoes outside, gravel crunching underneath your feet. “daddy?” you called out again, rubbing your eyes trying to wake yourself up. the moment jason heard your voice he ushered you back inside, his voice firm and sharp.

“thought you’d be more behaved than this,” he grunted as your legs bounced with each thrust, your perfectly manicured nails digging into the bunny stuffy. “a sweet girl like you needs to stay away from my rowdy friends alright? can’t have them taint this pretty little face can we?” it was ironic that you had the whole neighbourhood sweetheart persona, everyone adoring you as you pranced around town in tiny dresses, completely unaware that jason fucked you like a slut. “daddy, ‘s much,” you whined as you sniffled slightly, your breaths coming out slightly ragged as you could barely keep your eyes open. jason let out a low tut, “gotta have you awake yeah? need you to know there’s consequences to breaking my rules.

jason showed no mercy, his fat cock splitting you apart as it abused your aching hole, tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. “let daddy take good care of this little cunt yeah? i’ll make the ache go away once you learn your lesson.” his large hands gently squeezing your lower stomach, making you feel just how deep he was, his tip nudging against your sweet spots as you left a thick creamy ring on the base of his cock.

[wcnderlnds]

alone together | jimmy darling

・❥・ summary: jimmy saves you from twisty and you end up catching feelings for him. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, virgin!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, maybe some swearing, clown mentions. ・❥・ authors note: im still not super confident writing smut so we all gotta keep pretending its decent until i am thank u love u.

The damp smell of mould filled your nostrils, eyes straining to see through the bars you were held behind. It had been days since you’d eaten more than half a cracker, your stomach hurting from the lack of food and water. How much longer could you survive this? Escaping wasn’t an option. You and your fellow captives had tried but each time it had failed. All you could do was sit and suffer through each and every day of this torture. 

The door to the small trailer was thrown open and in stepped the clown. His terrifying face looming through the bars at you, holding out… flowers? Shaky hands took them from him but when you didn’t smile or thank him he started rattling the cage, moans of anger coming from the mask on his face. He threw open the cage door, grabbing your wrist roughly and dragging you outside where there was another clown. It took no time at all for them to tie you up, the other one more talkative — his voice seemed familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it.

The talkative of the two skipped over to you. The weapon in his hand brought up to your throat…

You jumped up in bed, sweating buckets, fear coursing through you as you once again dreamt of that night. As your eyes focused, you noticed another person in the room. He was looking at you with concerned eyes, slowly edging closer to you. Scooting back on the bed was all you could do to put some distance between you and the mystery man.

“Hey, calm down, toots. I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s me, Jimmy,” his soothing voice said calmly. His hands up in the air. That’s when you realised who it was. The man that had saved you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Now what’re you apologising for? You went through a real traumatic experience, doll face. I'd be concerned if you weren’t a little cautious.” His voice was like a soothing balm, easing a little bit of the fear.

“I appreciate it. You rescuing me and letting me crash here. I don’t got nowhere else to go.”

“You can stay here as long as you like. I’m sure we can bother Elsa to give you a job around here to help out — make you a part of the family. Besides, here, you’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

For some reason, you believed him with all your heart and soul.

Elsa had given you a job. It wasn’t anything special — just to clean up around the place and help the others get ready for their acts. It was easy work but it made you feel important. Everyone had accepted you the instant Jimmy introduced you to them. It had taken a while for you to open up and actually hold a conversation but they had been so patient with you. They knew the whole story of what you’d been through. It was probably why they were just as protective of you as Jimmy was. Well, no. Nobody was as protective of you as Jimmy. He had stuck to his word and made sure you were safe. Anyone even so much as looked at you funny and he was by your side ready to defend you. The fact you had someone looking after you made you feel special. Jimmy made you feel special. The closer the two of you got, the easier it was to fall for him.

Whether it was his charming smile or his caring nature, he always found a way to make you swoon. Not that he knew. No, there was no way you were telling him. The thought alone was almost more terrifying than being kidnapped by that awful clown.

The nightmares still came but they weren’t as frequent anymore. They never came on the nights where you fell asleep on Jimmy, held tightly in his arms. Those were your favourite nights. It often happened when you were talking — he was a touchy guy and always liked to have his arm around you. Who were you to refuse a cuddle from a handsome guy like that? It was purely platonic even if your herat beat a little faster any time he touched you.

“You busy after the show tonight?” Jimmy asked, approaching you with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

At his question, you stopped sweeping the floor, turning to look at him. “No, why?”

“Thought I’d treat you. Meet me at my trailer after the show?”

“Yeah, okay.”

It felt like the night dragged, each acting seeming to take twice as long as normal when in reality you were just being impatient. Ever since Jimmy had asked you to meet him after the show, it was all you could think about. Maybe there was some hope that he did actually feel the same way you did. The thought alone was enough to make you feel giddy. It didn’t help when Jimmy caught the wide smile on your face from the other side of the stage and threw a wink your way. 

When the show finally came to it’s end, you almost ran to his trailer - but didn’t because you didn’t want to seem too eager. When you stepped inside, Jimmy was already there. Turns out he was just as eager as you were. He gestured for you to take a seat and you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. This man had cooked you dinner. He’d taken the time to actually cook for you. That meant the world to you, especially knowing Jimmy wasn’t that much of a cook in the first place.

Was there anything more romantic than the person you liked making you dinner? He’d even set the small table out with a candle in the middle.

The two of you chatted, laughed and ate. It was like nothing else in the world mattered but you two. It had been so long since you felt so carefree. With that thought in mind, you decided to be brave. You had to take your shot while you had it, right? So, you leaned in and captured Jimmy’s lips with yours. At first he was surprised, his eyes wide but soon enough he relaxed into it, his lips moving gently against yours.

It felt like heaven kissing him. It was everything you’d dreamed of and more. He nibbled your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss so you parted your lips, your tongues tangling together in a frenzied dance. Jimmy’s hand rested on your hip, gently laying you back on the bed where you’d moved over to relax after dinner, his body gently resting on top of yours. The second you felt his hand slide up your thigh and under your dress, you froze. That caused Jimmy to instantly stop, pulling away with a confused look on his face. 

“I thought….” He furrowed his brows.

“No, I mean…” Before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

“It’s because of these right, right? You don’t want these hands touching you. I should have guessed it was too good to be true. I thought you were different than everyone else but turns out you’re just the same as them,” Jimmy’s eyes were ablaze with anger. He had a short fuse, you knew this so you tried to diffuse the situation quickly. As he tried to get to his feet, your fingers gently encircled around his arm not letting him move.

“It’s not that. I don’t care about any of that. Your hands are part of you and… I like every part of you. I just…” you swallowed, almost mumbling your next words. “I’m… a virgin.”

That took him by surprise. His features softened immediately. It had nothing to do with him. You liked him. All of him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But, I gotta tell you doll, I really like you. You drive me crazy.”

“I… want to. I’m just nervous.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? I do something you don’t like then you tell me to stop and I will, I promise.”

You nodded your head, hands threading through his hair as you pulled him back down to your lips. This time when his hand slid up your thigh, you didn’t stop him. His fingers softly rubbing you through your panties causing a moan to slide from your lips. The noise sent shivers down his spine. If he could hear you make noises like that for the rest of his life then he’d be a happy man. 

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers found the edge of your panties. With a nod, you gave him permission. Jimmy wasted no time at all in pulling them off, bunching your dress up around your waist so he could get a better view. He groaned at the sight, his cock already half hard and straining against his pants.

His fingers slid through your folds with ease, the skin on skin contact causing you to moan out, your hand grasping his wrist as he softly moved his fingers. You’d touched yourself before but it had never felt as good as this. His eyes kept focused on you, taking note of what made you moan, what made you squirm. Sensing how wet you were, he decided to push the boundaries a bit more, his fingers rubbing against your entrance. He pushed them inside slowly. You gasped out. He slowly began to slide his finger in and out, trying not to hurt you. With his conjoined fingers, he knew he had to be careful. The last thing he wanted to do was cause you any harm. Your soft moans echoed through the trailer, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Ohhh, Jimmy,” you whined, back arching off the mattress as you bucked your hips into his hand. That familiar feeling was pooling in the pit of your stomach and all it took was his thumb circling your clit for you to fall apart around his fingers.

He continued pumping his finger into you through your release only pulling out once he was sure you were finished. The smirk on his face as he leaned down to capture your lips once again was captivating. In your still dazed state you barely felt the way he was moving his hips against you, his hard, clothed length rubbing against you. “Jimmy?”

“Hmmm?” He mumbled, his lips now pressing along your neck.

“I want you.”

His head shot up, eyes searching yours to make sure you were certain. When he found no hesitation he didn’t waste any time in pulling your dress off you along with his own clothes. As he laid back on top of you, skin on skin, you felt the nerves bubble up. Sensing it, he rested his forehead against yours. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I trust you. You once told me you’d keep me safe and… I know you will now too.”

“Well, shit, way to make me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.” His lips found yours in a soft gentle kiss saying more than words ever could. His free hand rested on your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance. “You sure? I’ll go real slow. Tell me to stop at any point, okay?”

“I trust you,” you whispered.

That was all he needed. Slowly, he pressed his tip into you, pushing in until he heard you gasp. The sharp ache that ran through your body hurt like hell, your eyes scrunched up. Jimmy looked at you with concern, his hand finding yours letting you squeeze it if you needed to. “You okay?”

You nodded your head. Once he was certain you really were fine he pushed in a little more. You squeezed his hand, breathing out to ground yourself. He stilled once he was almost all the way inside giving you time to adjust to him, peppering kisses all over your face to ease you. “Y-you can move, Jimmy.”

He pulled out slowly, shallowly then back in testing the waters. It still hurt but you weren’t going to let that stop you. His pace was slow, the tightness of your walls almost overwhelming him. The more he moved against you, the more enjoyable it became and slowly but surely the wince of pain turned into soft moans. It was like music to Jimmy’s ears. He picked up the pace just a little bit more, a groan slipping past his lips when you moved your own hips with his.

“You feel so good, dollface,” he whispered in your ear, his lips finding that sweet spot on your neck, gently biting down. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this of all people.”

Your hands rested on his back, your body moving with each thrust. As your release grew closer, Jimmy felt your nails digging into his back. He let out a hiss, the feeling only bringing his own release closer. 

“Jimmy!” You gasped as he sped up, his hand moving to bring one of your legs to hook around his waist. His thrusts were becoming sloppy now, his own high on the horizon. Your body arched into his, walls clenching around him as you came, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he grunted. The feeling of your body convulsing around him was enough to send him over the edge, burying himself inside you as he coated your walls with his release.

His body collapsed on top of you, the both of you sweaty and spent. All that echoed through the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to calm down. Jimmy’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses there as your hand ran through his dark messy hair. Eventually, he lifted his head up to look at you with a lazy smile. “I meant it, y’know? When I said I was crazy about you. Have been since I met you. My life isn’t the greatest but you’re a sliver of hope in all the darkness. When I’m with you I feel…normal.”

“I’m all yours for as long as you’ll have me, Jimmy Darling.”

“Alright, how’s forever then?”

tag list (ask to be added!): @juliamaximoff @lemoniiiiiii @jazz-berry @xmidnight-rain @honeymoon8

[hugshughes]

IM LITERALLY LIKE GOING CRAZY WAITING FOR U TO POST HARD LAUNCH LIKE GOING FERAL

Hard Launch C. Bedard.

Connor Bedard x fem!reader

synopsis - Connor has kept your relationship under wraps for a while just because he knows how crazy people can be; what happens when he knows he needs you right next to him at the draft?

wc - 2.1k

contains - cursing, reader has anxiety/is anxious, Connor picks at the skin around his nails, a ciwyw by taylor swift reference (sorry), probably some inaccuracies when it comes to like how the draft goes, kissing, fluff.

an - this was supposed to be posted a few days ago but when i proofread it i absolutely hated it so i started over! sorry about the inaccuracies related to the draft and how it works, i had to put a few things that probably aren’t true for the sake of the story. also!! when i reply to comments i have to do it from my primary blog which is @hugshughesy so i’ll reply but it won’t say like creator i don’t think. i’ve been like rereading this and i hate it might delete soon feeling silly. i hope you guys like it!!

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“Baby, you have to stop doing that.”

You grab Connor’s hand and slip it into yours, partially because you just love him, and mostly to get him to stop picking at his cuticles. He blushes at your concern, looking over at you sheepishly.

“Sorry, just nervous.” You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder. He and you both. Although, Connor probably had a little more to be nervous about than you, seeing as he’s gonna be the #1 draft pick tonight and be blasted on the tv screens of millions.

You were more nervous about the fact that you’d never been seen with Connor before, no one knew he was off the market, and when they saw his golden girl sitting by him tonight at the draft, the 14 year old girls were definitely gonna track you down like FBI agents.

You’d seen all the fan accounts, ones with bios that would read, “Connor’s girlfriend (real)”. And those made you laugh, but you also saw the hostile people that would threaten you and say terrible things and they didn’t even know you actually existed.

“Well, everything will be okay because one, we already obviously know you’re gonna go #1 because you’re just like the best. And two, your family is here, and your friends are here. And they all love you so so much Connie.”

“What about my girlfriend, y’think she loves me?”

You giggled at his question, furrowing your eyebrows and letting out a ‘hmmmm’ as if you were thinking about the answer.

“Actually, I think she loves you the more than anything else.”

Connor laughed now, wrapping his arm around your waist, which you initially accepted as an act of love, but then your boyfriend start tasing your sides.

You squirm and squeal, jerking around in Connor’s hold, not until you quite literally roll yourself off the hotel bed are you free. You look up at him from your place on the floor, an unamused look displayed on your face. While Connor’s expression is quite the opposite, as he giggles to himself.

“I tell you how much I love you, and you just throw me on the floor? Wow.”

He laughs louder at this, his bright smile melting your heart.

“I didn’t throw you on the floor, you did that to yourself.”

He holds his arms out for you, grabbing your hands and pulling you back up on the bed.

“Well, you still haven’t even told me you love me back so.”

“You know I love you the most. I know you know that.”

You do know that, as surprising as it would be to someone that’s seen his awkwardness and shortness in interviews and things like that, Connor is very expressive with his love for you. He always shows you how grateful he is for you.

“Connor! Gotta start getting ready soon, cameras will be in here in 30!”

His mom shouts from the adjoining door between the two hotel rooms his family was currently in. He shouts back an affirmative then sighs, laying back on the bed.

“Everything’s gonna go perfect Con, you’re completely surrounded by people who love you so much, and I know it’s a huge event, but there’s no need to be nervous baby.”

He looks at you, he practically has hearts in his eyes, he gives you a smile. He nods and sits up, standing to go grab his garment bag with his suit.

While he went to do that you went into the bathroom, making sure he didn’t mess up your makeup you’d just done messing around with you. It was still perfect, thankfully, and you closed the door to put your dress on.

You changed, then fixed your hair, you’d gotten it done a few days before, so you could do it quickly on draft day.

You touch up everything, lastly taking off your necklace with a gold heart as the charm and taking out your new gold ‘C’ necklace. Wearing his initial meant more than “belonging” to him, it was because he’s your boy, the boy who knows you.

Connor walked into the bathroom, suit pants and button up on. He practically had hearts in his eyes when he saw you. He wraps his arms around your hips and leans down to lay his chin on your shoulder.

“Wow, gorgeous. You look fuckin’ perfect.”

You feel heat envelop your face, giving Connor a big smile.

“I have a little something to show you. Nothing special, but I think you’ll like it.

He nods, looking at you expectedly. You show him the necklace, and the hearts in his eyes double in size. He looks from the necklace to you, and then back down again.

“Are you serious?”

The hope in Connor’s voice was apparent. He was in awe at the idea of you wearing his initial. You knowing and showing your love for him gets him so happy. When you nod at him, his smile grows. He helps you put it on, then turns you around to look at you.

You looked perfect, so, so gorgeous. You left the bathroom, sitting on the bed to put your heels on. The Bedard family minus Connor was in the other room now, talking. You fastened the buckle on your last heel, and Connie sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Everything’s gonna change after tonight, can feel it.”

Connor whispers to you, you can’t be much comfort to him though because the second you’re about to try, his mom comes through, letting him know the camera guys are here.

He sighs and nods, going to stand up but not before you kiss his head, giving his hand a squeeze. You stayed where you were as you watched Connor enter the other room, closing the door behind him. He knew you were already on edge and he didn’t want your anxiety to spike earlier than it had to.

After about 20 minutes Madisen texts you that it’s time for everyone to go. You grab your wallet and exit the room, seeing the Bedards and a few off-duty cameramen already in the hallway. Connor’s hand was gripping yours the whole way to Bridgestone.

You guys were finally in your seats after almost an hour. You were sat in between Connor and his mom, much to your dismay. You felt it was only right for Connor to sit by his family with you on the end but he whined and whined until his mom urged you to sit next to him.

Right now you knew there were many cameras on you, your leg bounced at the thought. Connor brushed his hand over your knee, whispering your name. You snap out of your thoughts, jerking your head towards him.

“Are you alright baby?”

Your eyes soften at his question, smiling and nodding at him. You pat your hand on his that covers your knee.

“Y’know, just a little nervous that everyone’s about to see that you’re my mega-hot boyfriend.”

He laughs at that, his grip on your knee tightening. Your free hand moves to the charm on your necklace, holding it tightly.

“Well, I think everyone’s gonna be confused about how I have such a hot girlfriend.”

It was your turn to laugh, you could feel the nerves prickling at the back of your neck slightly fade as you looked at your boy.

“Well, I think that number one draft picks are super hot, so.”

He looks at you with a big smile, his eyes soft and full of adoration, he brings his hand up and pushes your hand from your necklace, fingers brushing over the ‘C’ sitting on your chest.

Before you know it, the draft begins to start and the Blackhawks are on the clock. You and Connor’s legs are bouncing in sync, but you can’t help but look at him with a smile. It obviously doesn’t take long before Kyle Davidson is up at the podium.

“And with the first overall selection of the 2023 NHL draft, the Chicago Blackhawks are very proud to select, from the Regina Pats of the Western Hockey League, Connor Bedard.”

He smiles so bright, so big. He stands up and you follow, he engulfs you in a huge hug.

“Thank you so much, I love you so much.”

You say it right back to him before he moves to hug the rest of his family and friends. When he walks past you again to get out to the aisle he takes you by complete surprise, kissing you in front of everyone. That was quite the way to hard launch your relationship. He quickly pulls away and goes to bro hug Adam. Your eyes completely widen, quickly turning your head to look at Madisen, who is laughing at your shock, and her brother’s boldness.

You would’ve never expected Connor to do that, you’re guessing the adrenaline got to him, but wow. You recovered from your moment and clapped as you watched your boyfriend strut up to the stage, shaking hands with the Blackhawks staff and sliding on his jersey.

You hold his mom’s hand as you feel tears rushing your waterline. You’d known Connor since you were both 10 and watching him up on the stage was definitely overwhelming.

You guys sit and celebrate the other picks and after about an hour you all were out somewhere on the inside of Bridgestone arena, waiting for Connor to finish up promotional stuff.

He comes out from a hallway and the smile on his face is absolutely heart melting. He hugs his family before he makes his way to you, hugging you very tightly.

“Connor Bedard. What was that?”

He smiles proudly, kissing you once again, just longer and harder. Once he pulls away you’re dazed, a love-struck look in your eyes, and if you could, you would have hearts in your eyes.

“I don’t even know, just felt like kissin’ you, and I think I was on like an adrenaline rush or something.”

You laughed and nodded at him with an amused look, cupping his face with your hands. His family absolutely loved you two, they had been waiting for the day you guys admitted you liked each other since the 2018 8th-grade dance.

They saw how you brought Connor out of his shell, and how incredibly happy you made him. You declared where you would be attending college the night of the draft lottery, for no apparent reason of course. The University of Chicago was a school you were always interested in, but Connor in Chicago meant that much more to you.

After hours of hanging out and celebrating you guys were finally back at the hotel. You showered after Connor finished up and then after you were standing at the sink, pajamas on as you did your skincare.

For the second time that day, Connor came into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you. You looked at him through the mirror, smiling softly. Connor looked at you and saw everything he wanted. He felt so excited to be able to have you with him in the Windy City. He knew he was only 17, but thoughts of you being his wife crossed his mind.

You finished up in the bathroom and you both went back out to the room, the door between the two rooms you had was ajar, allowing his parents to keep watch of you two if they needed to. They trusted you both deeply, but you were still two teenagers sharing a bed, so.

You both snuggled up on your bed, and you scrolled through Twitter and Tiktok looking at things about the draft and Connor and your relationship. You had become a small meme among the hockey girl fandom, the video of Connor kissing you and then your reaction going viral.

There were so so so many kind comments, commenting on your beauty and smile, and how happy you made Connor look. He was very happy with how the night went, which made you happy obviously.

You both eventually fell asleep, only after whispering for hours about how everything is gonna be in Chicago, how much fun you think it’ll be. You played with Connor’s hair while his breathing slowed, his grip around you tightening.

You knew that no matter where Connor went, you would go too as long as he wanted you there. And he always would want you there. You were everything to him, you and hockey were what kept him going.

[bamboobooshark]

“More Dad!/CG logan fics” we all say in unison! (Please and ty :)) im so obsessed with how cute they are 🥹)

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⋆｡𖦹°‧🎞️ GOOD AS NEW : 905 WRDS

<RATING: PG, MINOR SCRATCH/BLOOD MENTION>

A/N : Here’s another CG!/Dad!Logan fic with some inspiration from cloudbug08, and a request from an Anonny (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST 💗) I love bug’s headcanons for CG!Logan heaps, so I included his headcanon of Logan calling you kit :] !!Warning for a minor injury (knee scrape) and a few mentions of blood!!

You and Logan were strolling hand in hand through Walmart. He decided to let you pick out a new stuffie since you haven’t been misbehaving all week. You squeeze Logan’s hand in excitement causing him to chuckle under his breath and smile. The second you spot the section of the store that holds the stuffed animals, you squeal with excitement and run over to the aisle while pulling on Logan’s hand. “C’mon, papa! I wanna get a stuffie! Hurry,” you whine while pulling on his hand. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, bub. I’m trying to stay up with you, but you’ve got too much energy for me to keep up with,” he says. You pout at him, letting go of his hand to cross your arms against your chest. He raises his eyebrows while giving you a look that tells you to watch yourself. “Hey now, kid. Don’t get pouty on me. You gotta remember we’re only here because you behaved all week. That could change right now if you don’t drop it,” he says with a gentle voice that still gets the point across. You immediately quit pouting, dropping your arms to your side and reattaching yourself to Logan. “That’s my little kit,” he coos as he brings his hand up to your head and cups your jaw in his palm. You let out a small chirp from his praises, always accepting the sweet words. “Now let’s get you a new friend,” he says, petting the back of your head and walking over to the aisle filled with soft toys.

You and Logan are on his motorcycle now, making your way home. Your new stuffie is secured tightly in your backpack. Your arms squeeze tightly around Logan’s waist. Your body presses against the leather of his bomber jacket, the strong scent of it filling your senses greatly. Your helmet presses against his back while your knees press into him. “We’re almost home, bubs,” he tells you while waiting for the light you’re at to turn green. You nod against him to let you know you heard him.

The two of you arrive home shortly after, Logan pulling into the garage and parking his bike. He gets off first, shaking his head and fixing his hair. He takes your helmet off and smiles at you. “Look at that smile. God, you are too cute,” he compliments while holding out his hand for you to hold. You giggle from his compliment and take his hand. Unfortunately, you trip over your own feet, falling and scraping your knee. From your position on the floor you look up at Logan. “Papa,” you whine as tears brim in your eyes. Logan bites the inside of his cheek and scoops you into his arms. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry. It’s alright. You’re alright. Just breathe for me, kid,” he pleads before peppering your face with kisses. Your tears stream out of your eyes against your will. Your wrists press against your eyelids as you try your best to wipe away the tears. “Sorry papa,” you mumble pitifully. Logan begins to carry you inside while reassuring you that everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for.

He sets you down on the couch and looks you over, kneeling to check for any damage done caused by the trip. “Are you hurt, kid? I need you to use your words so papa can help you,” he says while softly pressing his hands against you. “My knee hurts. I think I scratched it,” you hiccup through tears. He nods and moves his hand to your knee, moving the fabric away from your skin. “Awe. You poor thing,” he says at your knee, kissing to slightly scratched flesh. “We gotta patch you up so you don’t get a yucky infection,” he tells you. He pats your thigh before getting up and going to the bathroom so he can clean you up.

He returns with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a piece of candy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo,” he says with a grunt as he settles onto the ground again. You hold you new stuffie tightly in your arms while biting your lip anxiously in anticipation of pain, watching Logan put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “This is gonna sting a little bit,” he warns. He offers his hand to you and you quickly take it. Despite the fact you’re squeezing his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, he keeps a straight face. He pats the cotton ball against the slightly bloodied skin causing you to whimper in pain. “Papa,” you whine softly as your tears come back to run down your cheeks. “I know, bub. I know. You got this. You’re my brave little kit, ain’t ya,” he asks with a soft smile, squeezing your hand softly. You continue to cry and nod your head in agreement to his question. Before you know it, he’s done cleaning up your knee. It looks so much better; less red and no longer bleeding. He smiles up at you as you pull him against you tightly. He chuckles as his face is squished against your stomach, feeling his heart melt from the affection. “Good as new, kit. Good as new,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to mess with his hair and show your thanks with physical love.

[we-rice-boi]

LADs x goth reader prompt!!

This is my unfiltered thoughts so I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes.

Ok, I haven't seen anyone do this yet so I'm just gonna throw the idea out there and see how it goes. This is also a reminder to myself that I need to write this prompt later today. Who knows maybe I'll do my first SMAU.

Ahem

What if MC was goth and dresses in full goth attire?

However, they never go out in it because they aren't sure how the public would react to it. Like, let's say Grandma had extra judgey family members who came over and discouraged MC from dressing that way cause it's "unsightly" and "demonic".

(Yes yes I know I can use Granny as the villain in this but I'd like to believe that she was supportive of MC in their endeavors.)

So MC only dresses up in private and often takes faceless pictures to post online. They'll even post half of their face to show off the makeup look and since it's heavy, no one recognizes them.

But let's say one day they're doing their usual dress-up stuff and get invited to an outing by one of the guys. MC is like "Oh I have time I can take a few pictures to post online and then change". No problem, easy pesy. WRONG!!

Mc loses track of time, resulting in them still being in full goth mode when one of the LADs guys comes to pick them up.

Think something like this!!:

(sorry for the messy screenshot. I'll have some more put-together references in the official post but have this for now.)

Imagine he comes in and catches you, mid-picture and your panicking cause you don't know how he'll react and you think he'll find you repulsive. All the while poor guy is trying to calm his racing heart.

Like of course, they'll accept you but I think they'll have different reactions. I especially wanna write about Caleb & Sylus's reactions. Mainly because Caleb will wonder how he didn't know about this. While with Sylus, mans is trying to play it cool but in his head, he's buggin' tf out cause damn... Plus it's an esthetic that totally fits with his!! Yall could match and be the ultimate power couple!!

Ok, that's it for now, I gotta put together a collage of pictures to use as reference. I'm gonna try to use both masculine and feminine fits so readers have a variety of outfits to choose from.

I'll add in bits about the music in the fic I plan to write so if you have any music recommendations I'll gladly take em (I'm using this as a way to expand my Playlist lol)

I'm also thinking about other scenarios that involve MC opening up about their music taste and sharing a side of themself that they were ashamed of, with the guys. Can you tell that I'm projecting rn?

Anyway, stay tuned for the post!! As always I love u all and happy pulling!! (^з^)-☆

-Professor Boo

[kxsagi]

hihii could i request smth academic rivals pretty pls 😋🙏 w any character u think would fit, u write all of them so well!! 💗

“𝐮 𝐮𝐩? (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬… 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬)”

a/n: thank you!!! i decided to turn them into multi-character headcanons lol

also isn’t reo like… the only canonically smart academic student out of all of the blue lock boys or am i missing someone

(i don't know art credits sorry)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

you’re always one mark ahead of him, and it kills him. 

stays up rewatching the lecture recordings at 1.5x speed just to prove a point. 

always “accidentally” sits next to you in study groups so he can “check your notes for comparison” (aka secretly tries to figure out how the hell you understood that derivation so easily). 

keeps it respectful, but once he beats your score? he turns and gives you the smuggest little smile. 

“guess i’m top of the class this time, huh?” 

his ears go pink when you glare back at him. he lives for it. 

itoshi rin

hates how your handwriting is always neat and your answers are always right. 

claims he doesn’t care, but if you do even slightly better than him, he studies twice as hard the next week. 

his pride gets bruised every time the professor compliments you. 

“your essay lacked proper citation structure.” 

oh? okay rin. yours lacked a heart. 

he doesn’t admit he likes the tension between you two until you start arguing about shakespeare in front of the whole class. 

it’s not a love confession, but the moment he actually agrees with your interpretation? that’s the closest he’ll get. 

nagi seishiro

couldn’t care less until you started mocking him for sleeping through class. 

now he’s determined to beat you out of sheer spite. 

“ugh… guess i gotta actually open the textbook now.” 

still acts lazy, but secretly studies at night just to come back and say “look, i got a 98. that’s higher than yours, right?” 

teases you by stretching and yawning right after acing a quiz. 

lowkey enjoys the way you huff and accuse him of guessing (he didn’t. he crammed). 

you catch him writing your initials in the margins of his notes one day and he plays it off like he’s doodling. 

kaiser michael

academic rivalry? no. it’s academic war. 

“you breathe like someone who gets second place.” 

calls you “valedictorian” like it’s an insult. 

raises his hand just to challenge everything you say. 

will literally hold a grudge if you score higher than him on a test. 

once snatched your paper off the stack and announced your grade out loud in front of everyone. 

but also corners you after class like “how do you study? seriously.” 

starts showing up to the library when you’re there. not to study. just to sit across from you and smirk every time you sigh. 

mikage reo

flirts while competing. 

“wow, you’re smart and cute. must be hard carrying the class on your back.” 

you roll your eyes, but he keeps track of your test scores like it’s a stock market. 

buys the same books as you just so he can “study together.” 

makes friendly wagers like “if i beat your score, you owe me coffee” (you always end up going anyway). 

secretly highlights your notes in matching colors to his. 

if you beat him, he throws his head back and dramatically sighs like “fine, i’ll accept defeat. but only if you tutor me... over dinner.” 

chigiri hyoma

quiet competitiveness with sharp precision. 

always acts unbothered, but you see him clench his jaw when he sees your name above his. 

his handwriting is beautiful. his notes are elite. you secretly borrow them. 

hates group projects but will tolerate them if you’re in his group. 

the kind of person who finishes the exam first just to shake you a little. 

starts leaving anonymous sticky notes in your locker with corrections to your essays. 

one day you call him out, and he shrugs and says, “didn’t want you to lose to me because of grammar.” 

bachira meguru

the chaotic academic rival. 

always somehow scores as high as you despite turning in assignments with doodles and half the word count. 

“you think too hard, that’s why i beat you.” 

constantly pokes you in class and whispers answers before the teacher calls on you. 

always calls you “my rival” in a dramatic voice. 

brags about beating you by 0.5 points like it’s a gold medal. 

but gets really quiet and pouty when you beat him, just sulks with his head on the desk. 

you give him candy as a peace offering and he’s instantly back to grinning. 

itoshi sae

the worst kind of academic rival because he’s effortlessly brilliant. 

doesn’t even care about class ranking, but still manages to beat you every time. 

you’re grinding late at night, red-eyed and over-caffeinated, and he’s over there casually reading the material once and acing the test. 

“you’re studying again? that’s cute.” 

always acts like he forgot there was an exam, then gets the highest score. 

you confront him about it and he just tilts his head, “maybe you’re just not that smart.” 

(he’s bluffing. he notices every time you beat him by even a fraction of a point, and it pisses him off more than he lets on.) 

once handed your paper back to you in class with a smirk and said “you missed question 6” even though you definitely got it right. 

the kind of rival who looks at you across the room during test return like it’s a silent challenge. 

one day you stay late to study and he’s there too, already in the back, headphones in, flipping through notes. 

neither of you say a word… but you both stay until closing time. 

you catch him glancing at your notes. he catches you glancing at him. 

“don’t fall in love with me just because i’m smarter than you.” 

you throw an eraser at his head. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[luveline]

Omg what about reader talking to Eddie and she just starts crying bc she's just loves him so so much and Eddie is so confused what's happening and for a sec he thinks it's bc the joke he made hurt her feelings and he's just like "baby sorry no I'm sorry ur not too chatty" and like "ur crying bc u love him? Why is that making u cry??"

“And we went back to her place and slept four to a bed. I'm surprised I had it in me, but I guess I was, you know, sixteen.” You stab a particularly nice looking roasted potato with your fork and put it on his plate. “It's kind of crazy. I couldn't do that now, I'm too old. My back would hurt too much. I can only sleep in my bed or your bed.” 

“Mine, please.” 

You laugh and give him another potato off of your plate. He already has potatoes, but this is how you are. You won't accept them back —he's tried to stop you before, with less than optimal results. “Yours for sure. I'm too full to drive.” 

“That's what I like to hear.” He pushes his plate away in case a third potato is on its way, gesturing to your food with his knife. “Is yours warm enough?”

“Sure.” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and take the sip of your shared drink with a refreshed smile. “Ah, and that's really cold.” 

“We could still do stuff like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“You know, like you and your friends did. I know we're not sixteen anymore but we can still have fun.” 

“I do have fun.” 

He shrugs and stands, picking up your empty glass to refill for you. “And we'd get to sleep in our own bed at the end,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “We'll go out this weekend and do all that fun stuff. But with fewer felonies.” 

“They weren't felonies,” you say. 

Eddie laughs as he makes his way to the sink. He loves this, having dinner with you, letting you talk his ear off. “You're nonstop tonight, baby, somebody put a quarter in you or what?” 

“Two quarters,” you say. 

He makes a drink. It can't take long. He rinses out the glass, fills it with coke, grabs a handful of ice cubes from the fridge and wipes the counter when he's done. He sits across from you as he had been, waiting to hear more of your story or maybe whatever plans you'd like to make this weekend, but he stops cold, because you're crying in your seat all quiet and secretive, looking down at your lap. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, panic shooting through him, quick and unapologetic, “Hey. Hey, what's wrong? You're crying.” 

He reaches across the table for your hand. “I wasn't trying to be mean,” he says hurriedly. “You're chatty, but you're my chatty– uh, thing, you know? Not that you're a thing. You're not a thing.” Eddie squeezes your hand, swapping panic for a more serious demand. “What's wrong?” 

“Eddie, stop,” you say. 

“You stop. What's wrong, sweetheart? You gotta tell me.” His voice fries with pleading. 

“I just love you.” 

He stares at you. “What?” 

“I love you, Eddie…” You sniff and wipe your cheek. “Sorry, I'm not trying to be a loser,” —you laugh, and his racing heart starts to settle— “just you're the only person I know who'd sit here listening to me babble and figure out what I'm trying to say. I'm so lucky. I love you so much.” 

Eddie feels a heat growing along his waterline. “Well, hey, I love you too. You're the only person I'd wanna sit and listen to. You get that?” 

“I know.” You laugh wetly. “I don't know why it made me cry, I was just thinking, you kissed me and I was thinking hey, he really loves me.” 

“I really do.” 

He gets up out of his seat to hug you. While he holds you, you thankfully ride out the short lived bubble of tears, though you do turn into his chest and splutter another I love you. 

He's shocked that someone would feel that way about him, to love him to tears, especially you. So after he's hugged you close, he peels your face away from his neck to cradle your face, locking your eyes, ensuring that what he's about to say will stick. 

“I love you,” he says, nodding, “but you're not lucky. I like listening to you talk. It's the best.” He wipes your cheeks dry tenderly. “Don't waste your tears on me.” 

“Wasn't trying to.” 

He leans down for a gentle kiss. He knows you weren't upset, but he figures you deserve a soft touch anyhow. A very, very soft touch. 

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Always

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: You die, and Sam and Dean will do anything to bring you back.

“No no no no,” Dean breathed as he knelt next to you, placing his hand on the wound at your stomach and pressing down to stop the bleeding. When you whimpered, Dean cringed. “I know, I know it hurts baby. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry…”

“I’m here, I’ve got it,” Sam called out as he ran to his siblings, the first aid kit in hand. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart,” he promised as he knelt next to you and Dean. He moved Dean’s hand and lifted up your shirt for better access to the wound, but then he froze.

Sam realized it before Dean did. Or maybe Dean knew, but refused to accept it.

“Sam, c’mon, you’ve gotta…” Dean’s voice caught in his throat when he saw your wound.

“De?” You croaked, and he turned his head to smile at you.

“It-it’s ok, baby. It’s not that bad, N/N. It-it’s not even that bad, ok? Sammy’s gonna fix you up, you’re gonna be fine.”

You didn’t say anything, but you tried valiantly to smile, assured by Dean’s lie.

“Yeah, hey,” Dean breathed, almost smiling back at you. “I’ve got you baby, I got you.” Dean lifted your head into his lap, gripping your hand when you held it out to him. “I’m right here, you’re ok.” Dean turned his gaze to Sam. “Can…u can…c’mon, we gotta try.”

“I…” Sam didn’t even know where to start. You’d lost too much blood, the hospital was too far away, he didn’t want to move you…

“Sammy?”

Sam met his big brother’s gaze, and they shared a moment of intense terror and realization. There was nothing they could do.

“Sa…de…” your breathing had both shallowed and quickened, and you couldn’t even get out your brother’s names.

“Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok just breathe,” Sam instructed. “Just breathe.”

“We’re right here baby,” Dean said, squeezing your hand. “We’re right here.”

You gave your big brothers one last smile as your eyes slowly blinked closed, and the rise and fall of your chest eventually stopped.

“No no no no no,” Dean cried. “No, baby c’mon. C’mon, open your eyes, I…”

“De…” Sam choked. “She…”

“No.”

…

“Anything?”

“If I had anything, you think I’d still be looking?” Dean yelled as he slammed his book shut. There was a beat of silence before— “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe we can’t find anything because there’s nothing to find.”

“Don’t even say that,” Dean growled. “We’re gonna find something. We’re gonna bring her back.”

“I just don’t know if—“

A frantic knocking at the door startled both boys. They certainly weren’t expecting anyone.

Dean pulled his gun out of his waistband as he stood from his chair, making his way carefully towards the door. Once he’d looked in the peephole, he gave Sam a significant look before swinging the door open.

“Dean.” Your face broke out into a relieved smile.

“Stay back.” Dean pointed his gun at you and took a step back when you tried to step into the motel room.

“Y/N?” Sam breathed as he slowly got to his feet.

“Sammy no! We don’t know that that’s her.” Dean didn’t take his eyes off you as he spoke.

“Dean, please,” you whimpered, and Dean saw the way you were trembling, like your legs could barely support you. “I-I don’t know what’s going on. I need-I need help.”

“Dean,” Sam pleaded.

“We don’t know it’s her,” Dean argued.

“Test me,” you insisted. “Do whatever you have to do.”

Dean let you in—never taking his eye or gun off you for a second—and you sat down on his bed while Sam grabbed the holy water and a silver knife. You didn’t move as Sam splashed holy water on your hands, but when he lifted the knife you flinched, the scene of your death still fresh in your mind.

Dean misinterpreted your fear, reaching out and gripping your wrist to hold you still.

Sam glanced at Dean before looking back at you, putting the knife to your palm and cutting a small stripe that instantly sprung beads of dark red. You winced, but the cut didn’t burn.

“I’m me,” you said.

Sam needed no further prompting. He dropped the knife and pulled you into his arms, his chin coming to rest on top of your head.

Dean however, seemed unable to move.

“How are you here?” He asked. “What did you do?”

Sam pulled away, but you clung to his arms as you answered Dean.

“I don’t know. I-I thought it was you guys.”

Sam and Dean shared a look. They had barely been apart since you’d died; there was no way one of them had made a deal.

“We didn’t do this,” Sam said.

“Then who did?” You whimpered. “W-what do we do about it?”

Dean suddenly moved forwards, brushing Sam out of the way as he pulled you into his arms.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I don’t care who did it, you’re back. That’s what matters.” Dean cradled your head in his hand, holding you tightly when you began to cry. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok. You’re back now, we’re gonna keep you safe.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” Dean grimaced. “I know you are baby. We’re gonna keep you safe now. Always.”

[jakef3ver]

Nishimura Riki | NDA

︎ ☁︎︎ Idol!riki x fan!reader | fem!reader

↯ fluff, crack, maybe suggestive a little more into the fic, use of social media (instagram, twt), reader is just a regular girl going to school and stuff

⚠︎︎ will contain mentions of alcohol consume later

-what the actual fuck just happened?-

You sit up in your bed, after hearing your phone’s alarm. It was 8 AM and you got a total of 3 hours of sleep after staying up WAYYYY too long.

“fuck no” you whisper to yourself, agitated at the fact you only got to sleep 3 hours.

But honestly, it was your fault to stay up this late.

Accepting your fate, you get out of bed and look for your work clothes before making your way to the bathroom to get ready for work.

Your motivation to actually do all of this? Easy. The Enhypen concert in two days, you and Alija got VIP and front-row seats for.

After arriving at the cafe, you quickly greet your coworkers and put on an apron, before really starting your shift.

Taking orders and preparing coffee from customers.

Everything was as usual until you saw something.

Or rather someone, entering the cafe.

You had to make a double-take before actually realizing who this is.

“no fucking way, oh my god” you whisper to yourself while quickly turning your body around. “this can’t be real, what the fuck” you hiss, before taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

You turn yourself to the front again, to greet the newly arrived customers with a warm smile.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” You say the sentence you say to EVERY customer you greet.

Your hand slightly trembling as you wait for them to tell you their order.

“What do you recommend?” Jake smiles and asks, before looking up to the menu and then to his left side to Riki standing beside him.

“I- I like the frozen flavored coffee” You say, your voice a little nervous. “with mocha sirup” You add, after taking another deep breath.

Jake nods. “I’ll take that one then”

Your hand is still shaking as you write down the order on the display in front of you.

“Large or medium?” You ask.

“Large please” he says with his typical Australian accent.

As you note the order, Jake says something like ‘your turn’ or ‘now you’ to Riki in Korean. You couldn’t really understand what exactly he said, but you can understand enough to make sense of it.

As you look up again, Riki looks at you with a small smile.

“I want the same one” He starts “Just in medium please” he adds in the same cute Korean accent, you always hear when he says something in English.

You nod “Noted”

After receiving both their orders, you tell them the price and Jake pays for both drinks.

You quickly turn yourself around, to directly prepare their Coffees.

Your eyes are blown wide open, your brain not realizing what just happened.

Skillfully, you prepare the coffee without spilling anything, even with your hands still shaking.

“Here, two frozen flavored coffees with mocha” you state while handing Jake and Riki their drinks over the counter.

Your heart stops for a second as you feel Riki's fingers slightly brush over yours, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

“Enjoy, have a good day” You quickly say and throw a kinda awkward smile in their direction, especially to Riki.

Then you practically RUN to the back of the cafe where the room for brakes is, while telling your coworker you'll be back soon.

Barely reaching the destined room, you dial Alijas number.

And she directly picks up.

“FUCK ALIJA”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED”

“Y/n are you okay, why are you screaming at me”

“NO”

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

“FUCKING RIKI AND JAKE WHERE HERE”

“I GAVE THEM THEIR DRINKS”

“AND FUCKING RIKIS HAND TOUCHED MINE ALIJA”

“WHAT IS GOING ON”

“WHAT NO FUCKING WAY Y/N”

“R U FOR REAL”

“YES”

“AND RIKI DEADASS SMILED AT ME”

“Oh my fucking god y/n”

“That's just crazy”

“Fuck oh my god” you let out a breath you didn't know you where holding.

“I gotta go again” you sigh, still full of adrenaline from the previous encounter.

“Dinner later? At mine?” Alija asks nearly out of breath as you.

“Shit yes please” you answer.

“See you later then” she says excitedly and hangs up.

After putting your phone away again, you take a deep breath and make your way to the front again, to finish your shift.

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