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flowerflowerflo · 1 month

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౨ৎ ⋆｡• vogue beauty secrets 🐰 ๋࣭ ⭑

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ hair

don't wash your hair every day! i think everybody knows this but i know a couple people who still dont wash their hair only 2-3 times a week. obviously it depends on ur hair type but only wash your hair when it needs it!

don't wash your hair with scalding hot water either. its not only bad for your body and face but its also bad for your hair as it ruins the natural oils and damages cells etc

if you have frizzy or easily knotted hair i recommend keeping a comb on hand in the shower and using it to detangle before putting in any products

i've been emulsifying my shampoo for only a couple of weeks but my hair is sooo much fluffier afterwards so i definitely recommend that!!

now i'm torn on this one but apparently shampooing twice is better for your hair than doing it once? i tried it one time and it did not end well for my hair type but i know it works for a lot of people so if you wanna give it a try then go for it ♡

i squeeze excess water out of my hair before i put in my conditioner so i can completely get it in there without

also change your pillow case often! this is for your face too, as the oils will build up and thats not good for ur hair or face. i change it once a week but 2x a week is good too if you're able 💓

don't go to bed with wet hair. stop doing that. its super bad for your hair and keeping it pretty & fluffy & cute

airdrying is my holy grail, been doing it since i was little and dont regret a thing. its a billion times better than blow drying & makes ur hair so fluffy too ♡

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ body

DO NOT. HAVE. THE WATER. BOILING HOT. i am guilty of this and have been for years but it has such a bad impact and you shouldnt do it! cold showers are better but i prefer warm showers so theres a middle ground (& its always cold in england, so id freeze to death.)

using body lotion after the shower has been such a game changer for me its incredible. makes you smell nice, feel nice, look nice, and its so relaxing and i feel like a princess after i do it <3

exfoliating is really important if your aim is for soft skin 💓 i have been doing it for months and as somebody with super rough skin its SO soft now

partake in some form of exercise. i hated hated hated sports and exercise when i was younger but i did do dance up until i was eleven and have been doing pilates consistently for months now, and my mindset towards it has changed drastically over the years to finally a healthy one. it can be a difficult thing to get into but make it something you enjoy. it doesn't have to be sports. ill make a post on this soon but it can be pilates, kpop dances, running, hot girl walks, anything! and most importantly, do it for mental health and physical health, not losing weight.

make sure you're eating properly. remember that 2000 - 2500 calories a day is the MINIMUM. please do not stress over things like that. your body is so important & is there to be nourished and not neglected

change your bedsheets every week if you wanna smell good, this is so important bc sweat and odour will build up if u dont and thats icky and wont make u smell good & probably isnt the best for your skin either!

i also put two similar body washes on in the shower that i get SO many compliments on & its really helpful if one of your priorities is smelling good

dont just wash body wash straight off, let it sit for a few moments so the scent can actually sink into ur skin

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ face

skincare every morning & every night. if ur tired or just not feeling it today then simplify it, just make sure you never leave it out because its super important! no. skipping. no work = no reward.

on this note, try not to have a too complicated skincare routine, as this can backfire and make ur skin worse than before. your skin isnt meant for 18 different products and 200 chemicals every morning!

never wash your face with hot water... this is also a given but just in case... it strips your skin of its natural oils and does more harm than good

stop touching ur face... just for those who need a little reminder

make sure ur sleeping enough. seriously disney princess movies meant it when they talked ab beauty sleep; it seriously makes a difference, so please try make this a priority, especially if you already have dark circles like myself! (like girl did you see aurora's face? my girl's skin was so clear i could see my reflection)

pay attention to what makes ur face puffy or irritated or makes you get break outs. i keep a little break out log in my skincare page in my journal (little teaser for an upcoming post 🤭) and this has helped me go over what helps or hurts my skin! i recommend this especially if ur prone to acne or breakouts 💖

cold spoons in the morning to depuff your eyes; ive only been doing this a handful of times but im making it a habit seeing as it really helps! (as someone who can get vv puffy eyes 😭)

hydration is so important, for everything in this list, but most of all (from my experience) your face! i drink A Lot of water every day. probably a bit too much. but its so worth it, my skin has been absolutely amazing ever since i started actually making hydration a priority. (and this is coming from a girl who didnt touch a drop of water when she was younger & had to go hospital for dehydration several times.)

i'd recommend scrubbing ur lips too in the morning when you brush your teeth, i saw this on pinterest aaages ago bc i had super dry lips and i do it every morning & every night RELIGIOUSLY. its so so good and i definitely recommend

i have super dry lips in the morning so lip balm in the mornings w my skincare is absolutely essential for me

i also put perfume behind my ears & on my neck so its the first thing people smell when they hug me! im a very touchy person and i love hugs and i love showing love to people so this is essential for me but its optional, just makes you smell good ♡

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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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Hi hi! I have a req- can you maybe please write a Megumi x reader where they get lost in a haunted house and the reader is too scared to move and Megumi helps her (as a stranger) and then it goes more from that ?

I fell in love with this immediately and needed to write that wonderful request of yours! Thank you so much darling, I'm crossing my fingers you like what I came up with 😭

Getting lost at a haunted house only to be saved by Megumi

Pairing: Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: After your friends dragged you into a tunnel of terror at an amusement park despite your irrational fear of creepy stuff, you find yourself lost in your own panic. Until a sudden blue-eyed boy appears and helps you out...

Warnings: your friends are shitty, Megumi is a sweetheart, reader is obviously scared of creepy stuff lol

„This is probably the worst thing you ever made me do”, Megumi mutters, annoyed by the sheer sight in front of him.

When Gojo-sensei told them about a day off, he certainly didn’t see himself going to an amusement park with Itadori and Kugisaki. He should have stayed back, he could have read the new book he just bought, enjoying the silence of empty Jujutsu High while the others were out doing whatever they want. But instead, he finds himself surrounded by crying children with their hands covered in sweets, people bumping into him with every step he takes.

What on earth is he doing here?

“You’re such a pain in the ass, Fushiguro. How about going out and having some fun instead of making it your mission to look as if somebody killed your puppy? Geez.”

“Look, a haunted house!”, Yuji cries out, his eyes glossy from sheer excitement.

“Oh, I wanna go in!”

“I don’t wanna go in”, you protest while your friends literally drag you after themselves.

To be honest, the thought of going into a haunted house alone makes you want to leave immediately. If there’s one thing you hate, it’s creepy stuff. No matter if it’s as innocent as Halloween or things like horror films based on a true story. There is nothing worse than getting jump scared, feeling as if your heart will stop beating any minute, cold sweat running down your neck. No, there is absolutely no way in hell you will step one foot into this cursed place, you’ll just wait here and get some ice cream, you’ll-

“I really don’t wanna do this”, you whine into pitch-black darkness, heavy creepy music making you feel sick in an instant.

Your heartbeat hammers against your already aching chest, palm getting so sweaty that you are unable to hold onto the hand of your friend any longer.

“Hey, where are you? I-I think I lost you guys!”

No response, no sign of life. Just you, the darkness around you and your own blood rushing through your ears.

Fuck, you can’t do this alone. Where is the emergency exit when you need it? Is there somebody else around you?

“H-hello?”

No response, no sign of life.

Panic starts to rise in your chest, disturbing screams, violent laughter and creepy music drowning your head in nothing but thick fear. You need to get out of here as fast as possible.

Your wobbly feet carry you down the dark hallway. But instead of being able to simply sprint through the tunnel of horror, you are greeted by a never-ending hallway that is that is filled with macabre clowns decorating each and every centimetre around you. There aren’t many things that scare you more than strange dolls that look like Annabell herself, but clowns…You hated them since you were a child, no matter how friendly they looked.

And these ones definitely don’t.

“Are you lost, little one?”

That voice is close, too close for your liking. You rest your eyes for a second, pretend that this deep voice that shook you to your core isn’t really there. No, this must be part of the music, a stupid joke-

“I am still here.”

Something touches your arm. Out of instinct, you widen your glossy eyes, staring straight into the maniac grin of a clown.

A real clown.

Not just a doll.

Your body react on its own, a violent shriek escaping your lips.

Run.

As fast as you can, past the clown decorating the wall, straight into nothing but darkness while this little voice inside your head can’t stop laughing about your pathetic self. How old are you? 10?

It doesn’t matter. Your frightened eyes are darted fowards, adrenaline pumping through your veins while all you can think about is stepping through that door, getting out of this living nightmare as soon as possible. You just need to push yourself a little harder, get through this dark hallway right in front of you and it will be over, you are almost there-

You see stars. Before you are even process what happens, you bump into something hard and fall straight onto the floor with your head spinning in confusion. Was is a wall, a door? No, the dim light shows you the outline of a person. Your guts turn in an instant, the horrifying face of that clown you saw seconds ago still haunting your mind. Please, not another one of these actors.

It stretches out his hand, ready to grab you.

“NO!”, you scream on top of your lungs, crawling backwards in a desperate attempt to escape those fingertips.

Megumi can’t help but stare at your puny figure in sheer disbelief. Why the hell are you so scared? And why are you here on your own? Your thick and heavy breaths hang in the air between you both, distracting him from his mission to find a way out of here after Itadori and Kugisaki ran away like some 4-year old kids.

“Calm down, I’m just trying to find my way out of here”, he calmly announces.

You blink against the darkness around you, too stunned to say a single word. That is definitely a boy with a voice that could calm down entire oceans, making your heartbeat tame down in an instant.

“Let me help you up, okay? Give me your hand.”

There it is, his big hand stretched out in front of you. Like in trance you take it, palms still covered in cold sweat when he lifts you off the ground with ease. In the dim light you aren’t able to see anything but the outline of his features, his tall and actually quite muscular frame.

“We’ll get out of here together, just don’t let go of my-“

In the matter of seconds, your whole body clings onto his arm for what feels like dear life, nails digging into his firm biceps without mercy. He can’t leave you alone here like your friends did, there is absolutely no way in hell you’ll let go of this boy.

Much to Megumi’s fortune, the room is so dark that you can’t tell the deep blush creeping up his face. You’re a girl with a voice sounding so angelic that it caught him off guard, with your breast pressed against his arm-

Oh god.

“Let’s go”, he mumbles.

He forces himself to stare in front of him, to not risk a look at you while tumbling down the dark hallway with you by his side. But the second he opens the next door filled with red lights, his gaze wanders to his left side, gets greeted by your doe eyes immediately.

Time stands still, Megumi’s heart pounding as hard as yours when all he does is staring at your way too gorgeous but frightened features. You have to be around his age, even though it’s hard to tell in that strange light. But oh your face definitely matches your angelic voice.

“Thank you for not leaving me alone”, you mumble against his arm, eyes directed towards the next door ahead of you.

“There’s no need to thank me. How did you end up in here anyway if you are this scared?”

“My friends forced me and left me after the first door on my own.”

Megumi huffs in response. Well, that definitely sounds way too familiar. When he sees these two idiots again…

“But aren’t they aware of the fact that you’re scared?”

“Everyone is. But I guess they just thought it would be funny…”

“It’s not”, Megumi replies in an instant.

“You don’t deserve this. It might not make sense to them, but you are stressed. And no friend should want to see you like this for their own amusement.”

You swallow hard, still holding onto his arm tightly. Of course you know that he’s right, that your “friends” aren’t suppose to treat you this way. But you’d never say it out loud, would never confront them.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

His voice catches your attention just before you start to panic over another set of creepy dolls laughing in the corner, his arm moving you closer to him.

“Don’t look at them. Look at me.”

When you gaze up at him again, his world stops spinning for a minute. You really seem to trust him, your hands still intertwined with his arm, your body firmly pressed against his side. You look so lovely, seem like such a nice person. It becomes more and more personal to get you out of here.

“I’m sure we are close to the exit. Focus on me, okay?”

“My name is (y/n)”, you suddenly blurt out.

“I’m Megumi Fushiguro. Nice to meet you (y/n).”

Out of his mouth, your name sounds so relaxing, so melodic. His calm voice really suits the ocean of his dark blue eyes that never break contact with yours even though he walks down the hallway with you by his side.

“I think this is the last door.”

With a swift motion, he opens it. Slowly but surely his features get light up by lantern light, the cries and screams from the amusement park ringing in your ears again. You take a look around you.

He really did it.

You made your way out of the tunnel of horror.

“Thank you so much for helping me out”, you mutter, pulling him into a tight hug before you are able to stop yourself.

What would have happened if he didn’t find you, if he didn’t keep a cool head and lead you through the right doors? You rest your head against his broad chest, heartbeat calming down completely. How lucky you are to have met him.

“Oh – uh…No problem at all”, he mutters.

Megumi has to tell himself over and over to keep a straight face, to not allow himself to turn redder than the devil himself. But you hold onto him so tightly, so thankful for nothing but the fact that he guided you out of a haunted house.

“Who’s that girl, Fushiguro?”

You let go of him immediately, eyes darting towards a girl with short brown hair coming your way while dragging a pink-haired boy behind her like a bag of trash.

“After you left me alone in there, I met (y/n) and she helped me finding a way out.”

“Nice to meet you (y/n)!”, the other boy greets you instantly, a kind grin plastered on your face.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have helped him, Fushiguro fits just right in a tunnel of horror”, the girl comments dryly.

“There you are! We thought the clowns already ate you up!”

Oh no, not now, not in front of him and his friends. You want to sprint away, to hide yourself from your “friends”. But instead, all you can do is stare blankly why both of them approach you with a toxic smile.

“Is this what you consider funny? Dragging (y/n) in there and leaving her alone even though you know she’s scared?”

Megumi’s body tenses up immediately as he positions himself between you and the other girls. They really have some nerves, approaching you like this after what they did. There is no way he’ll let them get away with that.

“Huh? Who the hell are you and why would you care?”

“Because I was scared as well and (y/n) helped me to find a way out.”

He glimpses at you for the split of a second. It’s more than crystal clear that he’s lying. You need to stand up for him, defend him, tell them the truth.

“Oh, you’re braver than I thought (y/n)”, one of them mutters.

“Yeah…Well…We see each other tomorrow, okay? Bye?”

And with that, they disappear into the evening, their awkward walk leaving you speechless for a second.

“Promise me you’ll never let them treat you like this again”, he finally speaks up again.

“I…I promise….”

“Can you just give her your number so that we’re able to grab something to eat? I’m starving”, the girl next to him complains.

“Yeah, I’m super hungry as well!”

“Can’t you just shut up for a minute?”, Megumi hisses under his breath.

“But…would you mind giving me your number?”

-Bonus-

"Megumi-chan!"

His steps quicken in an instant, carrying down the hallway of Jujutsu High at high tempo. If there's one thing he's not in the mood for right now, it's definetely Gojo-sensei. Itadori and Kugisaki probably told him ever little thing about you.

"There's no running for me. Tell me, who's the girl you've been with today?"

He can't help but roll his eyes, the wide grin on his teacher's face simply driving him insane.

"I just met her today", he mumbles in response.

"Don't forget to use protection, I don't wanna be a grand-"

"CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP"

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bratphilia · 6 months

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grasp (w. afton x reader)

request: "I don’t really have a coherent story (just some thots) but i’d kill for some sort of smuttyyy ficlet that has the reader who is very short as in 4 foot 10 and has petite features (just like me 😵‍💫) being picked up and slung over Matthew Lillard!William Afton’s shoulder 🥴🥴 Include reader being scared and trying to wriggle free??? (due to her seeing or knowing something she shouldn’t have about Raglan) and some name-calling like ‘little one’, ‘good girl’ & ‘atta girl’ 🤤 - 🧸"

note: hi nonniebear!! i'm sorry if this fic is a little rushed but i tried to stay true to what you requested! hope you enjoy and feel free to keep sending in more ideas :)

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: bondage, praise kink, fingering, squirting, begging

fuck. you're really in for it now.

this yellowish, decaying rabbit stalks towards you, and there are four, sentient and bloodthirsty animatronics behind you.

you're stuck.

even worse, the rabbit came from the entrance, so if you were to try to make your escape that way there was a likelihood of you running into his knife.

"please," you find yourself pleading. "please don't kill me."

the rabbit laughs menacingly and bends down to your level. "how about this? i'll give you a head start."

without any further questions you bolt through the maze of halls and towards the office. you crouch down in front of the vent the rabbit was referring to and unscrew the bolts barricading it. thank god you're small enough to fit in the vents. this might actually work.

then you hear unmistakeable, thumping footsteps coming towards you.

it only hurries your actions. your heart rate rapidly increases. the screws are so aged with rust that it's hard to—

the door opens with a loud thud. you scream at the noise, and again when you're being lifted off the ground. it's the yellow rabbit.

it slings you over its shoulder with unmatched strength. you wail incoherent words and pleas as you pound the back of the suit with balled fists.

"help me!" you scream out to no one. "somebody help!"

the rabbit wordlessly carries you down the hall, to one of the locked doors you dared not to venture into during your shifts. it carried you down a couple stairs and then set you on a dentist-office-style chair.

at this point tears are rolling down your face. eyes are shut in fear of looking your captor in the eyes. uncontrollable sobs escape your mouth, praying that these aren't your final moments. then the rabbit wraps both hands (paws?) around your wrists and holds them to the arm handles so that restraints can bolt around them.

"oh, save it," he says, clearly annoyed with your crying. "i've heard it all before, you don't deserve to die, and all that."

your eyes shoot open. the rabbit's voice no longer sounds robotic and you realize you actually recognize it.

in a very dramatic fashion, it's steve raglan. your career counsellor, a.k.a the man who got you this job in the first place.

he almost looks ridiculous in the rabbit suit, which admittedly doesn't add much to his already sizeable frame, but you can't find the humor in the situation in which you could be seconds away from dying in.

"why?" you find yourself asking, suddenly more curious than hysteric. "why give me this job if you were just going to kill me in the end?"

"because you got a little too close to the truth, and for some reason, those brats up there were unable to take care of the job themselves," he snarls resentfully. he must be referencing the animatronics. it makes sense now— the kids in the drawings with the yellow rabbit on the wall.

"it was you. you killed those kids."

steve gives you a horrible smile. one that almost makes you weak, with that dimple you recognize from many conversations in his office. "you finally figured it out."

he walks behind you, shuffling around in the suit, and you crane your neck around to see him taking it off. he's wearing a white tee and dark purple slacks. he's not particularly muscular, but not thin either. it's a build specific to middle aged men. you hate to admit it, but your face flushes when you notice how large his hands are.

he catches you looking at him and smiles, cocking his head curiously. "see something you like, little night guard?" instantly you whip your head back around. your head is at a moral war with itself, with you being disappointed in yourself that you were actually checking out a child serial killer.

but steve doesn't leave it alone. once he abandons the suit, he swiftly strides over you. he places both hands on your restraints, caging you in. you shrink into yourself.

"i think," he says lowly, "i might have a different use for you, little one. one that we can both enjoy."

you swallow, not saying anything. steve reaches a hand up to slide down your face then cup your jaw. his hands are cold to the touch and it sends shivers down your spine.

you find your voice. "don't touch me."

"don't touch you? are you sure?" he says cockily and you can only glare at him in response.

"what if i just..." he trails off, sliding the hands on his face down your neck, your chest, abdomen, and eventually your core. he presses his hand there hard, making you jolt upwards and whimper. "so you don't want me to touch you, is what i'm hearing?"

fuck. this undeniably hot serial killer has you at his disposal and you can't help but feel turned on. if you're going to die, and your chances really aren't looking good for you, maybe you should just...

"please," you murmur, closing your legs so they trap his hand there.

"please, what?"

you swallow. "please fuck me."

"'atta girl." he grins from ear to ear. "y'know, all that begging you did earlier really did a number on me, but i must say i love this change of heart."

steve starts to undo the buttons of your slacks and begins to pull them down, leaving you bare in your underwear. it's at this point you realize how wet you are, and you try to relieve the tension in your core by squeezing your thighs together but he grabs your legs and presses them to your stomach. you're just so malleable to him.

he tugs off your panties and discards them mindlessly. "look at that," he marvels at your bare skin, "so pretty, little one."

you squirm against the restraints a little. at this point the anticipation will kill you faster than he will. you wish he would just touch you already, but you had to admit all his praises were only adding to your arousal.

steve decides to sit a little further down the chair and wordlessly plunges a finger inside your pussy. he goes deliberately slow, clearly gaging your reaction. "fuck," you mutter, and it takes all your strength to not buck your hips into his movements.

"you need this, don't you, sweet girl?" he muses, stopping the thrusting of his fingers, but still keeping them inside. "tell me."

"please, please, please..." tears coat your lashes from all the teasing. "'need it so bad."

he gives you a kind smile, one you haven't seen since you were back in his office. "good girls get what they ask for. "

steve slides in a second finger and begins to pump faster. it's an improvement but you find yourself needing more. you buck your hips up hoping he would get the message and he simply laughs lowly as he adds a third finger into the mix.

his pace gets progressively faster over time to your delight. the noises coming from your center is absolutely obscene. you can feel your juices dripping down onto the seat.

"ah — ah!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing. "i'm coming — please, slow down—"

you squeeze your eyes shut. all the sudden the chair is abnormally wetter than you would have expected and— oh.

your face burns bright red. "i-i'm sorry..."

he's shocked, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. then a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "don't you dare apologize, little one, let's try that again."

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf x reader

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yelenasdiary · 5 months

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Can you please write a story with Natasha and the reader dancing together? Something like they end up doing a ballet performance together and then continue to dance and hang out afterwards, then they realize they love each other but the reader is a little shy so Nat makes the first move by kissing her or something

The Winter Ball

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After the success of The Winter Ball, something a little more magicial comes to life.

Warnings:Fluff, No Warnings | 1.1K

AC:This is such a cute idea!! I just wanna say a huge thank you to @gingiesworld for helping me with this! I know absolutely nothing about ballet and they were able to help me put this fic together! I hope you enjoy it xx

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"Agh!" You grumbled to yourself after another try at practicing a certain dance move knowing you weren't perfecting it to your own high standards. Natasha, your dance partner watched in silence from the doorway as you practiced over and over again. She saw the frustration building up in the way you moved your body, she waited for you to finish before making her presence known.

"Relax a little, you're too stressed" her raspy voice made you look over your shoulder to see the red head approaching you. "The performance is night! I don't have time to keep stuffing up" you replied shaking your arms out to try and loosen your body.

The winter ball recital was only hours away and you've been practicing your set non-stop for months. You were glad that Natasha wasn't somebody who was bothered by how much you wanted to practice and make sure everything was perfect, in fact, you noticed that she had some kind of way of making things less stressful. You felt her place her hands gently on your hips from behind as you watched her in the mirror in front of you.

"Take a deep breath" she said softly. As soon as you did as she suggested, you heard the soft sound of 'Believe (Plié)' begin to play in the background. "Now just let your body move with the music" Natasha added as you turned in her arms to face her.

You did your best to just let your body do whatever it felt was right as you and Natasha practiced the routine one last time before the show. The routine ends and you can't help but smile at your dance partner.

"Told you you were too stressed" she breaks the silence.

"I just want things to be perfect" you admitted before grabbing your water bottle.

"Things will be, I'm going to go and shower and head to hair and make up, I'll see you there?" Natasha asked. You nodded with a mouthful of water, Natasha waved goodbye and left you in the studio to take a moment to remind yourself to stop being so hard on yourself.

——

The theater was crowded with guests, chit chat traveled through the aisles and behind the large red curtain that you patiently waited behind. You couldn't help but shake your hands to try and get rid of the nerves that filled your body. Everybody was nervous, everybody wanted to put on an outstanding performance but the once person you couldn't help but notice didn't seem so worried was Natasha.

"Remember, take a deep breath and let your body feel the music. Forget about the crowd, you've got this" she whispered to help with your nerves. It didn't matter how many times you danced on a stage in front of hundreds of people, you were always nervous, always hoping to give your best performance, one better than the last.

After a few moments, the audience came to a silence and the ball began shortly after you and Natasha were welcomed onto the stage. The red carpet rose, as did your nerves. Sweat pooled in your palms while your eyes scanned the room full of strangers, you took a deep breath and placed one foot in front of the other as the music began.

The background slowly came to play, beautiful handmade snowflakes glittering in the spotlight as you and Natasha danced along the stage. Mixes of jumping and twirling before Natasha would bring you closer to her body for the finally few moves.

Your hands held Natasha firmly on her rib cage, just below her breasts while Nat's hands gracefully rise above her head as her left leg is bent, foot resting just above the inside of her right knee, her right leg is straight, and toes pointed down as you gracefully twirl before slowly lowering her feet into a bow.

Your right arm holding her just above the small of her back while your left hand holds onto Nat's right hand as she arches her back and faces out into the crowd as the music comes to a steady end.

The room erupts into applause from the audience as you and Natasha make your way off the stage and begin to prepare for your next set. "You were amazing out there!" Natasha smiles softly.

"I have a great partner who really helps" you replied with a smile of your own as a thank you for her compliment. Natasha chuckled, "well thank you" she added before grabbing her next outfit.

The winter ball came to a close with the audience on their feet as their hands clapped together. You along with everybody else on stage took a bow before making your way off the stage. All the nerves and stress from earlier in the night had faded away with the sound of the muffled applause from behind closed doors. The large smile on everybody's faces only made you more proud of everybody tonight.

"Hey" you heard Natasha's voice as she gently tugged your arm, "come with me" she added as you turned to look at her. Without a thought, you followed Natasha down the hall and into one of the empty dance rooms. Natasha gently grabbed your by your hips and pulled you close as she looked deeply into your eyes, she smiled softly. Her touch, her smile and the look in her eyes brought a sense of warmth over you.

You stood facing each other, arms extended gracefully in front of one another and you slowly you both began to bend your knees, sinking into a deep plié. It came naturally, you didn't even question as to why you were both dancing once again. As you both descended, your arms reached up and out, creating a beautiful line. Reaching the bottom of the plié, you both slowly rose up, maintaining the beautiful line and connection with each other. Natasha smiled softly once more as she placed her hands on your hips once more and pulled you close before leaning in and kissing you deeply.

Your arms gracefully wrapped around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss that the two of you were so hungry for. Natasha kindly pulled away and smiled, "I've been waiting all night to kiss you" She admitted, "well, no, that's wrong…more like I've been waiting since the day we became dance partners" She adds making the smile on your lips grow bigger. "I'm glad you did, because I was way too shy" you replied with red cheeks.

Natasha chuckled before her lips met yours once more, "are you hungry?" She asked.

"Starving now the nerves have gone"

"Good, I wanna cook for you" Natasha replied, "but not exactly tonight because I am also starving" she added causing you both to laugh. "Well, lets go get some late night Chinese?" You offered, Natasha nodded as her hand intertwined with yours. The two of you went to walk out of the room but not before you pulled Natasha close once more, crashing your lips onto hers, "just wanted to double check I wasn't dreaming" you smiled against her lips.

#yelenasdiary asks #anon #fanfiction #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #christmas #black widow #marvel

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FACE SITTING:: ( day 11 )

WARNING:: face sitting, unprotected sex, best friend! Juyeon, fingering, flirting, teasing.

SUMMARY:: you've confided in your best friend about your sexcapades many times before, when you break the news that you've never had an orgasm from getting head Juyeon takes it upon himself to help you with that.

WORD COUNT:: 1.4K

"I beg you're pardon?" Juyeon asks feeling almost she'll shocked at the news "I'm being so serious, every time I get head I have to fake it because I feel bad" you whine in response. "Who are you fucking to not be able to cum from head?!" He asks as he breaks down into laughter making your face heat up in embarrassment.

"No, but in the end I get off...just not exactly when somebody's face is between my legs" you trail off quietly. "Now I want to see if I can make you cum" he mumbled not too keen on embarrassing himself if you're opposed to the idea. "Okay" you shrug. Neither of you had anything to gain out of it except an orgasm and keeping his ego in tact.

"Okay?" He asks his eyebrows scrunch together. "Okay, you can give me head" you say so nonchalantly it almost mind boggles Juyeon. "Okay. Sit on my face" he says voice barely over a whisper. Your movements are slow yet precise; standing up from the bed and ridding yourself of your panties, slipping them down your thighs before they drop to your ankle kicking them away.

Then your shirt, Juyeon's eyes attach to the way your chest looked like it could spill out of the bra any second from just one slight movement but he didn't have to think any harder about it as you unclip it and let the straps loosely fall from your shoulders. Juyeon didn't know where all of this need came from but just the sight of you naked is really fucking with his senses right.

"fuck I wanna eat you out so bad" he groans as his head falls back against the headboard your thighs practically clench together at the thought. "Come here" he says holding a hand out his eyes looking so fucked out you almost moan at the sight. The sight of his jaw clenching and adam's apple moving was enough for you grab onto his hand not even thinking as you straddle his lap he sits up, hands caressing the back of your thighs gently fingers digging into the back of your inner thigh.

Your hands meet the back of his neck gently pulling him closer until your lips met. Pulling away like the kiss had burned Juyeon laid flat on his back and guided you up the bed. Your knees dig into the mattress as you crawl over his face, your thighs trapping his head between your thighs, the smile on his lips makes your stomach flutter. You were nervous to sit down all the way, making you hover over his face cautiously. "What are you doing? Sit all the way" he spoke to him with a small laugh that made his chest bubble.

But before he could press your hips down his fingers hook at the elastic band of your panties. Tugging your panties down from the elastic waistband over your thighs and down your ankles he's met with the pretty sight of your pussy and thighs glistening in your slick arousal. Looking back up at you his gaze darkened as he gave small kisses against your thigh.

You gasp as you watch his head disappear between your legs. The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licks from your entrance to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.

You moan as your head falls back and your fingers find their way to his hair. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.

"Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please fuck me with your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thighs, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.

Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cold metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head away he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Don't you?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled as his cheeks were heating up, yet if it weren't for the lights casting off the billboard into his bedroom you would see his raging blush. you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words.

"Say it" he demanded, making you clench harder "yes please- please go faster Juyeon" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.He hums as he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.

"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "yes" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I'm so close" you whimper.

sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "Cum for me" he says possessively. Your hips grind against his face as the feeling of his fingers so deep inside you curling had you gasping for air desperately.

His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit, your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.

"So good" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you.

Juyeon's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your entrance. his mouth sucks hard in its endeavor to taste all of you.

Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.

Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. Licking whatever remnants of cum was left on his plump lips "You taste so good" he mumbled as you pulled away from him getting a good look at his body that sat against the mattress fully clothed showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And once your eyes meet the bulge your eyes visibly widen.

"Your turn" you mumbled as your hands worked on his belt "my turn?" Juyeon asks with curiosity growing in his eyes. "To strip" you whisper as you succeed to pull his belt out of the loops. "Get up. Don't just leave me hanging like that" you giggle as you see his flustered gaze. You were being serious.

#𖦹—( neo percs )#the boyz smut #juyeon smut #juyeon x reader #juyeon imagines #sunwoo smut #kevin moon smut #eric sohn smut

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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.2

Prettyyyyy

Maybe John's not actually crazy for thinking Hey Jude is to him? “For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.” fool is, in my tin hat world, often a code name for Paul in their songs. And that description is certainly him to a t actually. I wonder why I've never considered it before.

John: are you happy here, honey? Paul: I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back? How many songs does Paul write from 1968 on about trying to go back? One day I'm going to make a list and it'll be a long one.

And thus begins the phase of they just can't help it, can they? But they really wish they could. They make each other so so happy, but they really wish they didn't. It would hurt less that way.

I love the comparison of Linda's pictures of everyone else and then of John. It just shows that it's not a her problem – that's such a lovely one of George, who Hates Yoko – it's how he feels about her.

John, coming up with every possible weapon to provoke Paul, finally has Yoko sing Paul's part in one of their songs. It really is such a slap in the face. But of course breaking the sanctity of their music is what does it best. And still, all he gets out of him is a look before he walks away. Whatever it is that John wants, I think Paul literally can not give it to him.

Btw the white album is my favorite, probably. There's just such incredible diversity on it. It's so much fun, you never get tired of it, and it's an excellent display of their genius and versatility.

He looks like an abandoned puppy.

What do we think? John says Paul drummed on WDWDITR. Paul says Ringo did. Who is telling the truth?

“It was getting to be where he wanted to do it like that but he couldn't make the break . . .” So John thinks Paul doing his songs by himself means he wants to break the group up? I personally read it as him not wanting to annoy everyone with his bossiness, but that's just my take.

John talking about how it's him and Yoko now, but before, it was . . .

George needs to send them a cease and desist notice or he'll sue them for breech of character the amount of times they drag him into things he's not a part of. Especially if they're not going to even fucking spare him a glance in reality. Please and thank you, Hare Krishna.

Paul's epigraph on the two virgins cover. “Battles to prove he was a saint”? What kind of passive aggressive shit is that, Paul?

The eternal question: what happened in India? And does John really not know? Or is he just unwilling to tell what happened to rolling stone?

Somebody please engage with that poor little boy, preferably, you know, his father. Ugh, Cynthia must've had so much anxiety watching that footage, or really any time Julian was with John. And that footage is placed in the doc right after a pic of Paul already being Heather's dad just so naturally.

But hell, if I've ever seen attention-seeking behavior, this is it. Singing about wanting to die while seductively undressing the closest thing Paul would've had to career competition at the time.

I'm sorry but it will forever be hilarious to me that when John's singing his part of “I've Got a Feeling” with Yoko it's “soft dream” and then with Paul it's “wet dream”. How John and Yoko tricked everyone into believing they were too horny for each other to control themselves is beyond my imagination.

On the day John plays their sex tape, “Unusually, Yoko is not present.” LMAO girl same. John: I'm going to play our sex tape for the band tomorrow. Yoko: oh was that tomorrow? Damn, I forgot, I have a thing.

“Well that's an interesting one.” What did John honestly expect, though? Like I know he wanted Paul to be like, “that's it! Enough is enough I'm taking you home and doing you right!” Or whatever. But what did he honestly, realistically expect?

Always saying the same things at the same time, always on the same page, same word. About everything, it seems, except their relationship.

Paul: but you won't say anything about it. John: I said what I've been thinking. Paul: Are you still thinking that now? What are you thinking now? John: I'm still thinking about it. Infuriating. Whatever it is John's been thinking, he doesn't want to talk about it in front of cameras. Is it quitting the band? I think it's something more complicated than that but I've no idea what.

“John, John, joooooohn!” X “Martha my Dear” crossover my beloved. The fact that literally Everyone reacts and tries to get her to stop except Paul is so extremely telling. Yoko: joooooohn! Ringo: He's busy! Yoko: joooooohn! John: Stop that! (And he looks and sounds genuinely pissed) Yoko: joooooohn! Paul: (plinking and pounding away, definitely not thinking thoughts about what he would do right now if he was a girl that will come out of his mouth fifteen years later)

Everyone's trying to figure out the problem with George vs JohnandYoko and Paul's saying “and like with Yoko, they’re real. They mean it.” Linda laughs. “I don't dig that.” You don't, Linda? What about them isn't real to her, I wonder. Does she think they don't really love each other? Or what?

Linda: *Makes fart noise* Go away! Paul: continues to defend them. Neil: everybody cough. See and this is why it sucks that get back was so edited. Because it's important that Paul's defending them here not just going on and on where nobody asked. He knows he's hurt John, and he feels bad enough about it to let him have his mommy with him at all times if that's what he needs.

If what??? Someone needs to force them to finish their damn sentences. Because I feel like he cuts himself off here when (I swear!!) he's about to say what it is that's hurting John so badly.

Anyway, here's where (imo) he's kinda wrong. Where he says "if it came to a push between Yoko and the band, it's Yoko." I think I said it in my get back posts, but I'll say it again. Yeah, if it was Yoko or the band, it's Yoko. But if it's Yoko or Paul filling all the gaps Yoko is currently filling? It's Paul. You know? And I think that's what John wants so badly at this time, actually. Is “a push between Yoko and [Paul]” ending with Paul stepping up for him in some way that he wasn't before, you know?

He really does get it though. John wanting to be as close as possible with Yoko so he doesn't lose her and their connection. Don't forget he does put Linda in his band. He gets it because it was the same with him and John.

I really do think it's a huge myth that they just never talked about feelings or anything serious. Look at them. This is how they talk in a crowded place with their girlfriends sitting right there. They didn't just get through fifteen years of one of the greatest collaborations in history never actually talking. They talked about deep stuff. And frequently.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #linda mccartney #yoko ono #ulm #understanding lennon mccartney

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benedict bridgerton blurb

pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader (requested by @obsessed-oops)

summary: BELATED valentine's day blurb based on “when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” - When Harry Met Sally

a/n: definitely taking inspiration from "an offer from my gentleman" and made the reader not from the ton. this feels rather rushed, but I was trying to keep it a 'blurb' and get it posted since it has been so delayed. anyway, please enjoy and have a fabulous day!

oOoOo

Benedict had been in a mood all morning, sulking and sighing to himself as the rest of his family broke their fast together. Though he tried his best to hide it, there was little that could get past his mother and all seven of his siblings' watchful eyes.

"What has got you all in a twist this morning?" Eloise probed with furrowed eyebrows.

He simply offered her a stern glare before going back to pushing his breakfast around his plate like a small child. He was not about to share with his entire family that he had gotten into an argument with you - his secret romance - and how he was positive you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"Nothing that concerns you. If you'll excuse me." he muttered, pushing his chair back rather harshly before exiting the dining room.

Before he could leave entirely, his mother's voice stopped Benedict in his tracks. "Benedict, do not deny yourself the chance to be happy. Follow your heart and it will never lead you astray." she offered with a warm and knowing smile. How was it that nothing escaped her notice?

It took a moment, but Violet's words washing over him and soon enough Benedict burst out of Bridgerton House, and ran down the streets, pushing himself to run further and faster. He knew he must look a spectacle to the rest of the ton, and Lady Whistledown would most certainly comment on it in her next column. Despite all that, all that Benedict could focus on was you and being with you for the rest of his life.

He knocked rapidly at your door, heart threatening to burst out of his chest with each second that passed without you opening the door. When you finally appeared before him, Benedict sighed with relief.

"Benedict!" you gasped. "What are you doing here? What if somebody saw you? And why are you breathing so heavily?" you questioned, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind you.

"I've been an idiot, y/n." Benedict admitted the moment he caught his breath. "I'm sorry for my words and my actions. I have hurt you when I vowed to myself I would never."

Shifting on your feet, you crossed your arms. "Well thank you for the apologize, Mr. Bridgerton. But you ran all the way across town just to tell me what I already knew?" you probed, not willing to give in so easily.

To his credit, Benedict looked rather ashamed before he continued on. "No, I came here because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” he confessed.

Your breath hitched at his words, but you reigned yourself in before you could get too caught up in the romance of it all. "Last night you made it quite clear that the only association between us would be behind closed doors and under the cover of the night. What changed?"

"I let my fears of what the ton would say about me, about us, I admit that. But I don't care, y/n. Someone helped to remind that I need to allow myself to be happy and follow my heart." he explained before dropping to one knee and taking your hand.

"I know this is not the grandest of proposals, but what do you say, darling? Will you give me another chance and stay by my side through whatever comes our way, the rest of our lives?" he asks, smiling nervously up at you.

There would be so many reasons to say no. To push him away and argue that it would never work between the two of you. But, like Benedict put it, you knew you needed to allow yourself to be happy. So, there was nothing you could say but, "Yes!"

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #rita writes

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singleloverr · 2 months

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Hello!!! Do you take requests for ot7? If you do can you please write headcanons about bts members how they will act around their crush? And how will they react if their crush is close with someone else and keeps talking to them while paying less attention to them?

Thank you!!!

A/n: Had so much fun writing this♡ hoped you liked it :)

Crush Headcannons

Masterlist

Kim Seokjin [김 석진]

• He would try to impress you with his cooking skills since he gets many compliments from it

"Y/n, you should try this. It's really tasty, made my me."

• shows you what it would be like if you were both in a relationship in very subtle ways such as opening the door for you, complimenting you, and joking a lot around you

• Whenever he's alone with you, hanging out together, he'd really flustered around you without his brothers being there to back him up because I mean, look at you!!

• He would get red around you, but it's mostly his ears that would get the most red

• You'd be very concerned for him because he looks he is sick most of the time that he's around you

"Jin, are you okay? You look sick."

"Oh? No its nothing at all, haha"

*queue a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his head*

• Loves to make you laugh with his dad jokes, you're one of the only people who actually find them funny

• if you don't, you still laugh at them nonetheless

• if he ever sees you really close with someone, let's say that person is a really good friend of yours and you're chatting it up really nice. He'll get jealous at the fact that you're not paying much attention to him as you usually do

• gets a little pouty but doesn't do much to steal your attention because he doesn't want to disturb you

• although a little hair flick here and there, and a wink will appear

Min Yoongi [민 윤기]

• really really likes you...

• every time he sees you, his heart rate goes a little faster

• he can't help it, you're just that gorgeous

• don't even get me started on when he first met you

• all blushy and just couldn't stop getting those little gummy smiles out of his face

• when you first properly looked at him, he got nervous

• the gaze you held and that smile you gave him made him all bsbsbsnb

• anyways, you guys hang out a lot together

• you don't even have to be speaking, just sitting or laying around doing your own thing

• he feels like he can really decompress when he's around you and just feel free, no worries in the world

• gives you physical affection more than he'd give anyone else

• I'm talking hugs and arm linking etc etc

• however, he can get a little teeny weeny attitude when he sees you close with somebody else

• if he's next to you, he breathes a little louder and adds a few more huffs and puffs to get your attention

• and attention you don't give because your close friend just has so much interesting stuff ti say!

• he just really really likes you

• maybe possibly even love you oop-

Namjoon [김 남준]

• has thought of writing a heartfelt, romantic story for you because he just feels really deeply for you

• you're his muse after all

• the first times that you guys have interacted literally had him in a chokehold

• he would stutter around you and just fumble with his words because how was he supposed to act on an amazing person like you???

• of course, over time, he would get back to being his confident self around you and would try to make you flustered here and there

• wants to impress you, so he works a little more

• he doesn't know that he can literally just breathe, and he'd get you a flustered too bhhsb

• the moments when you both have really sincere, deep conversations with one another are the ones he treasures the most

• he gets to really know for you and your flaws and all those things about yourself you think as imperfections

• he constantly tells himself to never neglect the time that he spends with you and so he tries to do everything he can to make you feel happy

• such a buying you flowers and chocolates and maybe a fluffy teddy bear would be a great decision too

• what? he's just being a really good friend to you, that's all...

• if he sees you really giggly with someone, I don't think he'd get too jealous about it, but maybe insecure

• when he looks at you and the other person, both of you laughing together and just immersed in whatever you're both talking about

• he could think that maybe he just isn't really the best match for you at all, but those feelings and thoughts would fade away once you've finally paid him your attention again

Hoseok [정 호석]

• is surprisingly normal around you

• he wouldn't really supposedly hide the fact that he has a crush on you

• butttt he wouldn't just boast about his crush on you either

• he would let you know in subtle gestures

• such as hugs and handholding

• he gets super happy whenever he sees you

• like, his heart squeezes in joy whenever he catches you in his sightline and doesn't hesitate to give you a nice squeeze

• when you hug just as much as you hug him, Hoseok just gets giddy about it

• loves dancing with you

• you wanna try this new dance with him? let's go to the studio? you need him to help you with dancing? more than happy to :3

• although he goofs off a lot with you, he would eventually show you his more "serious" side

• you would both have meaningful conversations that deepens your bond

• (makes him love you more each time)

• honestly, I think he'd be pretty chill seeing you talk with somebody else

• he wouldn't really make a big deal out of it

Park Jimin [박 지민]

• playfully flirts with you

• you playfully flirt with him back, and he just malfunctions for a moment

• I feel like he'd be really shy around you at first because, well, it's you we're talking about, but once he gets SUPER comfortable with you, get ready for a rollercoaster chsbs

• initates a lot of physical touch with you once you've indicated that you're completely comfortable with that

• I'm talking longgg hugs, cuddles, interlaced handholding and forehead kisses too

• his physical affection is comforting

• so if you're ever feeling down, Jimin will give you a really big squeeze, and everything just seems to be so much better with his touch

• kinda whines when you're not giving him much attention

• which would then lead onto him feeling jealous that you aren't paying him much attention

• gets a little pouty because he'd get so used to being the center of attention and now suddenly that being lost is very... foreign to him

Kim Taehyung

• has that boxy smile on his face whenever he sees you

• you just make him feel so happy and amazing and just miraculous. you don't understand hsbsbs

• loves to spend time with you

• whether it be by listening to music, conversations, or eating together

• will do anything you're doing just for the sake of being with you

• doesn't matter if you're working on your assignments or you're taking a nap. He'll be there.

• randomly daydreams about your future even though you're not together (yet)

• seeing you with another person that steals your attention from him to that person makes him feel... a little jealous

• he tries to reassure himself that it's not like that between you two but the way you're just laughing at their words and looking like you're having one of the best times of your life

• deflates a bit but gains back his happy energy once you've gotten back to him

Jungkook

• blushed a LOT when he first saw you

• probably wasn't thinking straight

• wants to impress you so he works out a little harder, shows you his tricks and just basically does anything he thinks will make you impressed

• gets super comfortable with you, so he knows you wouldn't mind when he goofs off

• play fighting!!

• uses it as a way to show his strength, but wouldn't do it to the point where you are hurt ofcc

• also uses it as a way to get close to you >_<

• another way he'd close to you is by asking you questions about yourself

• they can be quite random-

"What was your favorite memory as a child, and why?"

"That question came out of nowhere..?"

"I just wanna get to know you better, pretty."

• have I mentioned that he can be quite the flirt?

• I'm sure we all know-

• cares for you

• cooks you meals, and if you're foreign, he'd try to learn the dishes that you'd eat at home

• just wants to boost the fact (subtly) that he'd be a good boyfriend for you

• he'd get kinda possessive when seeing you close with someone else instead of him

• he'd just want you to himself you know?

• he really really likes you, and he's just hoping you really really like him back

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts x reader #fluff #female reader #bts #bts boyfriend headcannons #bts taehyung #jungkook x reader hcs #taehyung x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts as your boyfriend

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tumble-witch · 4 months

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TW light suggestion of body horror. No descriptions though!

Creatomachia

Bunnix shows up in Marinette's bedroom when it's already dark outside.

Marinette knows what the older heroine is about to ask the second she hears the burrow open. When Bunnix greets her, Marinette is hyperventilating. Instead of exchanging pleasantries, she asks:

- Is it... him again?

Bunnix has a grim expression on her face, yet shakes her head. Marinette exhales. She has another question.

- Is it something I did?

- No. I'm sorry I'm asking this from you again. I'm sorry there will be no answers yet.

- It's okay. I am ready.

At first Ladybug thinks she is on another planet. Another dimension, even. There are cloud fractals in the sky. There is a street light growing out of another one, growing out of another one, growing out of another one... Trees are huge and have so many leaves they are almost a solid green mass. Some buildings are so tall they go way past the clouds in a curvy line. It reminds her of the Jack and the Beanstalk fairytale her mom used to read her before bed.

The roads branch out like blood vessels, getting smaller with each separation, ending in dead ends near the buildings or growing vertically on top of the walls.

The whole city almost looks like it could move at any second. It almost looks alive.

As Ladybug progresses through the streets (if she can even call them that), she finally realizes where the people are.

At least, what's left of them.

Infinite growth apparently works on humans, too. She never thought she'd be so thankful to see somebody not move.

The silence makes her ears ring. Everything is quiet, except for some mechanical sounds the structures make, not really meant to support their own weight in this new form.

Then, she hears laughter.

A girl with hair so long she's not sure where it ends is frantically pacing around the roof, her body movements jittery and odd. As the camera of the heroine's yo-yo focuses on the akuma, helping seek out where the cursed butterfly is hiding, Ladybug realizes the dress this girl is wearing is not grey.

It's is covered in trillions of colourful tiny dots of different shapes and sizes. They seem jittery too, as if trying to move, but some force is making them stay together. This feels like standing up after lying down for too long. Looking at the pattern for too long makes her head hurt

Ladybug continues hiding. She takes her time looking for clues. At this point she's not really sure if the girl is actually laughing or this is a weird hysterical cry. Sometimes the akuma starts muttering under her nose, too quiet to make out most of the words. Ladybug is pretty sure she heard the girl say "I can fix this" a few times though. She shifts to hear the words better.

The akuma turns around

This is the hardest she's ever fought. Chat Blanc feels like child's play now.

While the villain almost looks out of breath, long hair going everywhere, Ladybug is still barely able to keep up.

The air is too dense with oxygen.

The girl has a yo-yo as a weapon, in a cruel twist of irony. And she's damn good with it. Yet, she clearly hesitates in using the thing, saving it as a last resort to escape.

Ladybug tries to reason with the akumatized victim.

- Wait! Please, let me help you!

- You don't understand, - the girl looks around frantically, - I have to fix this! I need to fix this!

Villain's grey yo-yo starts to glow white and she throws it at a fire hydrant, making it grow another one on top.

The akuma was inside the earring. Ladybug was hit by the yo-yo. She doesn't have the time to think as she casts Miraculous cure, just before her brain registered the pain fully.

She'll remember the way it looked when she closes her eyes though.

The streets go back to normal. Her body is normal. Ladybug turns around and meets the eyes of

herself

Marinette sits on the ground, horrified. But before Ladybug can talk to her Bunnix appears and she has to go.

Bunnix doesn't say anything as they walk through the burrow, but she's pretty sure the older heroine is holding her shoulder softer than ever before.

They didn't change anything. They didn't fix anything after they came back, no scoldings, no erasing her name from anywhere, nothing. Marinette is growing more paranoid at every turn, expecting to get akumatized. Her conflict avoidance is at all times high. She's withdrawing from her friends.

Nobody is near when Hawkmoth himself shows up in the middle of the night and she has to transform. He senses her distress immediately.

This is just too easy.

The butterfly lands in her earring just as she started to call for a last effort Lucky Charm.

"Creatomachia, this is Hawkmoth. You are overwhelmed with every problem creating a million smaller ones. Things seem to stack on top of each other and just never end. I'll give you the power to fix everything. In return, you will give me your and Chat Noir's miraculous."

For a split second, everything is white.

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 1 year

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This Blows

[Blowjobs. Messy ones. AMAB reader and Barbatos, non-established relationship, crack-ish, multiple orgasms, swallowing cum, and you put Barbatos on your shoulders]

Pt. 2

Barbatos, shivering and red-faced above you as his cock rests on you cheek, wet with your spit.

The want in your half-lidded gaze made his cock jump and drool, and the slow way you dragged your tongue from base to tip and back left his head spinning. Resting it on your tongue while he gripped your hair through his orgasm, spurts covering your lips and face, dripping down into your mouth-

"..[ame]. [Name]? Hello?"

You blink, and realize you'd been staring at the demon butler while imagining his cock in your mouth. You were discussing tea leaves, how did..?

"Ahem, ah. Sorry Barbatos- please, continue. I was just lost in thought, swear."

He smiles, a bit awkwardly, but continues. You try your hardest to pay attention this time.

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"Fuck."

Your eyes roll back as Barbatos throats your cock again. For someone who's usually so clean, his blowjobs were bordering on ridiculously messy. Spit dribbled down his chin and connected in milky strands from your cock to his lips. He had tears in his eyes and cum from previous orgasms caught on his lashes. Flushed a deep red, with his hair thoroughly mussed from how many times you ran your fingers through it...

He couldn't be more beautiful.

You cry out, rocking forward reflexively, fucking deep into his throat as he gagged around your length, ignoring the pain in his jaw as he tried to take you deeper, greedy for more of you, more of that stretched-out feeling in his throat.

He pulled off, gasping. Using the the tip of his tongue, he cleaned your tip, loving the salty taste of your cum.

"Darling.. "

He looked at you, eyed glazed with desire.

"...am I boring you?"

Once again, you snap back to the present.

Barbatos' face is as stoic as ever, but you can sense a sad undertone in his words. He's too polite to outright say anything, but you can tell you've hurt his feelings.

"Barbatos... Oh, I'm sorry. Really. You're not boring me, I was just... Lost in thought." Which wasn't a lie!

"May I ask what's troubling you, then?"

Fuckkkkkk. What the hell were you sposed to say? 'Sorry Barbs, I can't stop thinking about you gagging on my cock. Please, tell me more about this desert!'

You laugh and awkwardly scratch the back of your head, trying to think up a lie when you're saved by the bell.

Barbatos looks at his watch, sending a rather woeful look your way. "I must start on the Lord's lunch. I will see you later, [Name]."

You wave until he's out of sight, then plop down on the nearest surface in defeat. You've got to get control of yourself. But how?

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Days later, you find yourself in the kitchen helping Barbatos prepare for a tea party later that day, and you're proud to announce that you haven't thought about him sucking your dick (or you sucking his!) Once!

... because you did it for hours last night. And have been the night before any meetups with him.

But a win is a win! Barbatos seems quite happy you've been paying him so much extra attention lately, and if you continue like this, you'll be fine.

Just, make sure you don't pay too much attention to his ass when he bends over to put stuff in the oven. Or how cute the blush on his face is when he laughs. Or how much you wish he'd lose a few layers. All of them, preferably.

And definitely, definitely don't think about how amazing it'd feel to have him on his knees, desperately deepthroating you, testing your combined luck to see how many orgasms you can get in before somebody catches you both.

"...and I actually quite enjoy- oh. Um, [Name]?"

Fuck! You were doing so well. "Dammit, I didn't mean to-"

"You're... You seem to.." he gestures loosely to your pants, turning away to hide his blush. You look down, blushing hard with the force of your mortification when you realize...

You were hard. To the point where your pants were uncomfortable, actually.

There was an awkward silence. What could you say? Should you crack a joke? Run away in tears? Whip it out and hope for the best??

Barbatos makes the decision for you when he speaks. "[Name]... All those times you spaced off, what.. was on your mind?"

A strange question that you were sure would lead to an embarrassing plot twist. You accept your fate though, knowing that a lie would get you nowhere at this point.

"Oh, er, uh... you. And me. Us... doing... things."

He nods, catching your meaning. "When you would space off, I first thought you were getting bored of me. But the last few times, with the way you were looking at me, I started to consider a different possibility."

He glances between your eyes and your boner again, blushing more and chuckling. "Can I say my guess was correct?"

You're already mortified, why did he have to tease you on top of it?

Head heavy with shame, you nod.

Snirking, Barbatos' gaze grows heavy, and he takes his time checking you out, studying your body language and planning his next move. He approaches, giving you time to back out before trapping you against the counter with his arms. He pushes up against you, in between your legs, and tilts your chin up to face him.

"May I make your fantasies come true?"

You suck in a breath; you couldn't say yes fast enough.

Your lips meet in a sensual kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. As the kiss progressed, the two of you nonverbally agreed that it was too hot for clothes. The kiss turned to a frenzy, passion at the forefront of your minds as buttons popped and belts were unbuckled.

"Darling," pulling away from the kiss, Barbatos rests his head on yours and asks,"tell me: what were we doing in your latest daydream?" His gaze is intense, and looking into the bright green of his irises, the details seem to spill from your mouth on their own.

As you speak, he kisses his way down your body, leaving love bites in his tracks. Down on his knees- right where you want him -The stares at you through thick eyelashes, pulling down your boxers with his teeth. Your cock springs out, narrowly missing him.

The hunger in his gaze makes you nervous, but laced through it all lies excitement. He can't seem to take his eyes off it, one hand reaching into his own pants as he takes you in the other.

"I love it." He kisses your tip, precum staining his lips. "It's perfect. You're perfect." He kisses it again, taking it into his mouth and sucking and licking and making you twitch and whine.

"I wish you would have told me sooner. I've been thinking about doing this for a while myself." The reveal catches you off guard, but you don't get a chance to truly react when he suddenly takes you to the base, nose smashing up against your pelvis, and its all you can do not to cum on the spot.

He sets a pace, bobbing his head in time with his own strokes, getting sloppier as his hips twitched harder and harder, threatening to make him come undone in his own hand. Unable to hold it off any longer, you grab his head and hold him to your base, nutting straight down his throat. He reached his own climax in turn, cupping the head of his shaft as he twitched.

You're both left breathing hard when you let go, but you're not done with him yet. Just in case this was a dream, you wanted it to be the best you've ever had.

Crouching down, you take Barbatos by his ass and lift him, surprising the butler and yourself. You rest him on your shoulders, and take his sensitive, dripping cock into your mouth.

He gasps, and it's like your first fantasy all over again. But better.

He's rocking against your face, moaning your name while tears of pleasure cascade down his face. All too soon, he's crashing through another orgasm, cumming down your throat this time, and panting hard all over again.

You set him down on the counter, hoping to catch your respective breaths when an alarm goes off.

You and Barbatos look at his watch together, horror painted all over your faces.

The smell of cum and burnt delights met your noses, and a myriad of curious voices met your ears.

It was time for the tea party.

You lock eyes, share a quick, sticky kiss, and jump into action making this mess disappear.

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A/N: Fucking hell, writing that was so fun I'm leaving an author's note! Lmao. Enjoy<3

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short-honey-badger · 4 months

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Peppermint Tea 15

Figured I would go ahead and get this part out since it was already halfway written. Just some super fluffy and domestic stuff since I've been in my feels lately.

Also. JJk fandom. The name is for you. It's pretty obvious.

btw. I'm running out of OPLA Gifs of Mihawk, so you might start seeing some anime gifs.

Warnings! kissing is all.

Song reader is singing! Here!

Masterlist

Time passes as time does. Weeks turn into months since the day Dracule stumbled upon your island. He visits when he can, usually staying three or four days at a time, every couple of weeks. During that time, you and Mihawk have grown closer, to the point that the two of you were in each other's thoughts at every waking moment. There was nothing in this world that would keep Dracule away from his Snow Angel.

Today Dracule had a rather unusual gift, so his ship was packed with the things necessary to take care of it. Dracule dearly hoped that you would like this one. He surely did not. Or maybe it didn't like him.

As the months passed by, Dracule gifted you many things, some for you and some for your home. The three chickens, one rooster, and two hens had arrived not long after Mihawk had figured out your true heritage. Your garden expanded another four plots to accommodate all of the new seeds and saplings the warlord brought you. He had even gone so far as to help you build a pen for the goat Dracule had brought along on one memorable trip. The poor man had not been happy and made you help him clean his ship.

The best gift of all was being able to finally meet Perona after weeks of speaking over the phone. The pink girl had quickly become your closest female friend, and it felt incredible to have someone to speak to about the girlier things in your life. There were some subjects that Mihawk just didn't get.

Thankfully, Mihawk arrives at your island before he decides to toss your gift overboard. He gathers his things and then flashes off the ship, making sure the ocean doesn't touch the wiggling body in his arms. Golden eyes glare up at him and he glares right back down, and the warlord swears this thing is worse than the goat. Dracule can hear music pouring out of the cottage when he gets close enough.

And then there suddenly appears before me

The only one my arms will ever hold

I heard somebody whisper “Please adore me”

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold

Mihawk huffs at the lyrics. His timing was far too good. The closer he gets, he begins to hear your voice as well, and Dracule would much rather hear you sing to him than some man who is long dead. He would stand and listen if his gift wasn't threatening to claw his eyes out.

The warlord steps through the open door of the cottage, and his shoulder slumps as soon as he enters the humble abode. This place is his home away from home, and it never fails to bring him peace.

Dracule finds you in the back storage room, a crate full of the older and unneeded stuff you had lying around. After not having anything but the couch for Perona to sleep over on, you had decided that it was about time to clean out the back room for her. Or anyone else that didn’t want to kill you first thing when they washed up on your island.

Blue moon

Now I’m no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

He leans in the doorway, watching you finish up dumping a broken oar into the crake. Mhawk knows that you see him when you jump and turn to look at him with narrowed eyes and a cute little sneer.

“Bastard. You scared me,” you grumble and then you cross the floor to carefully slide his hat off, holding it to the side as your free hand slides into his hair and brings him down for a sweet kiss, “Welcome home, dear.”

Mihawk hums into the kiss, gently nipping your bottom lip, and then sliding his tongue inside your mouth when you open up for him. You taste like sweet chamomile, and it leaves a soft smile on his face when he pulls away to gaze down at you, “It is good to be back, Angel.”

The two of you share several more sweet kisses before the wriggling bundle in his arms finally gets your attention. You pull away and look down to see a very angry feline staring up at you. You break immediately at the sight of its pitiful gold gaze and hand Mihawk his hat back so that you can scoop the kitten up.

“Where did you find him?” You ask and have already abandoned Mihawk in favor of giving the orange tabby in your arms all of your attention. The kitten purrs happily when you scratch behind his ears.

Dracule glares at the creature, and the kitten glares right back from where it is happily curled up against your breasts. Mihawk doesn’t know how much he likes this idea anymore.

“I stopped for a resupply before I came here. There was a fishmonger that had chased it off, and I knew that you would give it a good home,” Mihawk explains. He sighs when you baby talk at the kitten, not giving half the attention he deserves for bringing the little demon to you, but your happiness was definitely worth it, “I have what you’ll need to care for it in my ship.”

The grin you grant him is worth it too, and Dracule can’t help himself when he crosses the room to press you against the wall, lips connecting with yours in a kiss a little more fierce than the ones earlier. Mihawk has missed you, far more than usual for some reason. You moan into his mouth, eyes sliding shut when Dracule slides a hand around your jaw, angling you just how he likes.

A loud yowl interrupts the two of you, and Mihawk pulls away to sneer down at the kitten who proceeds to hiss at him. You laugh, seeing his jealousy clear as day, and over a cat of all things!

“I guess we should name him, huh?” You say and it’s your turn to be on the receiving end of that sneer. You scoff at him and lift the kitten, dangling him in front of Dracule, “You found him, so you get to name him.”

Dracule scoffs and turns on his heel, stripping off his coat to hang on the mantlepiece, quickly followed by his hat, “He is your cat, so you are the one naming the demon,” He dismisses and stalks to the kitchen, but you only pout and follow after him.

“Nu-uh. That’s not how this works. You saved him, you name him.” You weren’t about to back down on this. The kitten mewls and you snuggle it back to your front, tucking the fuzz ball under your chin.

Mihawk ignores you in favor of pouring himself a glass of wine and snacking on the green grapes you must have harvested earlier today. He feels you slide up beside him, and chances a glance down to see his darling staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes, “Ugh. Fine. Give me a moment to think.”

You cheer at your victory and patiently wait for Dracule to decide on a name. He does you the courtesy of actually thinking of a name and smirks when he settles on a proper name for the hellspawn.

“Sukuna,” Mihawk decides and you repeat the name, getting a feel for it. You don’t know the story behind the name, but it must be an interesting one with the way Mihawk is smirking at the kitten.

“I think that’s a good name,” You agree and scratch Sukuna’s little ears again, melting when the kitten only purrs louder and snuggles close. You giggle when you catch Mihawk glaring at the kitten again, “Let’s find Hank. I think he’ll like his new friend.”

Hank turned out to not like his new housemate very much. Sukuna had taken one look at the big hound and had puffed up, long fur bristling so much that he resembled nothing but a cotton ball. Hank had run from the tiny ball of anger straight to Mihawk, cowering behind the man, and whining whenever Sukuna got too close.

“Nothing but a coward,” Dracule says, but he is already kneeling to give into Hank’s puppy dog eyes and give him some pets. Sukuna stalks from one end of the room to the other, fluffy tail straight up in the air as he surveys his new home.

Mihawk straightens up when he sees you approaching. You settle in his lap, hands cradling his handsome face as you lean in to press your lips to his brow. Mihawk grasps you by the hips, tugging you flush against his front and holding you close. He noses along your jaw, “Are you happy with your gift, sweet thing?” He rumbles quietly.

You nod, “Very happy, Mihawk,” you assure him and settle more fully in his lap, letting the man under you take your weight. He massages your hips, causing a soft sigh to slip from between your lips, “I missed you.”

“Did you, Darling?” Mihawk breathes and pulls you down to press his lips to yours for half a second, “What all did you do while I was gone? I see that you already started to clean up, even though I told you to wait for me.”

You shrug helplessly, “I couldn’t help it. I was really bored, and we already decided what needed to be thrown out, so,” You trail off and lean forward to snuggle against his chest, “You can help in the garden later?”

Mihawk huffs and presses a kiss to your hair. He watches as Sukuna chases after Hank’s tail, lips twisting in satisfaction to see the two animals getting along better. His arms tighten around you, and you have relaxed completely in his grasp.

“Whatever you wish, dear one.” Dracule agrees and says nothing when he feels you grin against his neck.

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 2 months

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DUI (of Love): Solo Sikoa

"Fuck." You groan as you see the flashing blue and red lights behind you. You knew you shouldn't have been rushing to get home. Now, not only are you exhausted from a long day of work, but you also must deal with being pulled over and it didn't help that your tag was expired. You pray to the Heavens that you can get yourself out of this like many times before with your badge. Maybe you'd have healthcare worker privilege and he or she would have mercy on you. Stopping on the side of the dark highway, you park your car and wait for the officer to exit his vehicle. You go into your dashboard and pull your registration to have it readily available.

You soon watch as an officer in a dark uniform steps out of his police car and begins walking toward your car with a flashlight in hand. You roll your eyes, annoyed already. Once he approaches, he signals you to roll down your window and you do as told. You plaster a fake smile on your face trying to hide your aggravation with this man already. You were so damn ready to get home.

"Good evening officer."

"Good evening, ma'am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?" He asks with his hands sitting along his belt next to his walkie-talkie.

Is this bitch serious? You were clearly speeding. Going 70 in a 60 and you're sure he already knew that or else he wouldn't have pulled you over. You fight the urge to roll your eyes for the umpteenth time. With a tight-lipped smile, you reply.

"Ummm, I have no idea, possibly because I was speeding. It's been a long day sir; I'm just trying to get home before this storm gets any worse." You say matter-of-factly.

"As a matter of fact, you were going 70, possibly 75 in a 60 ma'am. License and registration please." He says as if sensing your attitude. You hand him your items, which he somewhat snatched from your hand. "Hang tight ma'am." He says walking off to his vehicle.

"Asshole." You mumble.

It felt like an eternity later before he came back with your items and a notepad.

"Ma'am. After looking at your driving record, it appears this is your third time being pulled over. I wrote a speeding ticket, and this is a copy of that ticket and I need your signature on it. You are to pay the State of Florida's court cost of $500 and you have 30 days to pay-" You tried to remain calm, but with the hungry, angry, and exhausted mood you were in, you weren't having it.

"$500?!?! You can't just write me a warning? The road is empty, and a storm is coming. I'm merely just trying to make it home!"

"Thank God or else you could've wrecked and killed someone. Play with your own life, not somebody else." You gasp as you look him up and down like he's stupid.

"Boy nuh uh, who are you talking like that? You think just cause you got a lil badge you run these streets. I promise you without that lil badge you ain't shit just like the rest of these dirty ass, crooked cops."

"Ma'am, step out of the vehicle." He says stepping back.

"Oh my Gooooood!" You throw your seat belt off and step out of your car. "This has to be illegal." You say as you stand in your doctor's uniform.

"Ma'am hands against the vehicle please." You do as you're told, too tired to fight with this man.

You feel his presence behind you as he takes his large hands, which you're just now noticing are tatted up, and begins to search you. You try to fight off the sudden tingle that runs down your spine as he searches you. You look at his hands and don't see a ring on his finger; good.

"Spread your legs." Something about those words coming out of his mouth sounded erotic.

You turn your head and look over your shoulder at the officer. Now getting a good look at him, he was sexy as hell. You give him a once-over. You quickly take in his hefty, yet muscular appearance and his police uniform did no justice in hiding those big ass arms of his that were so gloriously covered in tattoos. Blonde hair peeked from under his police hat and his skin was a beautiful caramel-toned complexion.

"I said, spread your legs." He says, warm breath tickling your neck he was so close. You bite the corner of your lip as you slowly spread your legs.

His hands travel down from your arms to your breasts, to your belly, and finally down below your waist. "Stand still while I search you." You only nod. Usually, you would never do something like this with a stranger, but something in the pit of your stomach told you he was not like the others.

A moan almost slips your mouth as his hands find their way into your pants, slipping past your thong and going straight for the prize. He spreads you open with his fingers before rubbing agonizingly slow against your slippery walls. Gasping, your back automatically arches at the feel of his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

"Oh my Gooood." You moan throwing your head back.

"Mine." He groans in your ear, the words causing a shiver to run down your spine. If it felt good just having his fingers inside, you can't even begin to imagine what that dick feels like.

"Mmmm yes. Faster baby, please." You moan feeling weak in the knees as he increases his pace. You began to constrict around his fingers letting him know you were close.

"That's it baby." He praised, you couldn't see, but he had a big smirk plastered on his face. "Now cum for me." Your nails scrape against the top of your car just as he pulls his fingers away, allowing your juices to squirt everywhere. "Damn, good girl." He praises. If you weren't in such a state of euphoria, you'd be embarrassed by how your body was reacting to him already.

"Turn around baby." You stumble around to him. He presses up against you and you swear your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He was big and long. "You're under arrest for driving under the influence and contempt of a police officer. This offense is punishable by law by means of rough sex. Anything you say, can and will be used against you if you consent." Hell yeah you were going to consent, it's ben a while since you've last been dicked down.

"Do as you please officer." You smirk as he takes out his handcuffs. You bite your lip in anticipation as he beckons you to the backseat of his car. Crawling inside, you watch with eagerness as he throws his hat to the side and begins unbuckling his belt. He's about to take off his vest when you stop him.

"Nuh uh, keep that on officer." You grin.

"As you wish."

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You're not sure how you got into this predicament, but you were a moaning mess with his head between your legs eating you out. His wet and warm muscle felt so good against your pussy and you were sure to cum for the third time soon. He holds your thighs down with strength because you already tried to run from him the first time, you had no choice but to take this sweet torture.

"Fuck baby it's too much!" You cry as you try to close your legs and he smacks your thigh as your last and final warning.

"I'm not gone tell you again, keep your legs open while I taste you." He says staring up at you intensely.

"Oh fuck!" You yell out as he sucks on your sensitive clit harshly, while his fingers worked on you again. You feel the all too familiar rush of fluids leaving your body as you squirt all over his tongue. "SHIT!" You're weak as he lets go of your legs that feel like jelly.

Through hooded lids, you watch as he pulls his boxers down, letting his hard dick free. Your pussy instantly throbs, yearning for him. Wanting him to be deep inside you.

"No more teasin baby I need you inside me."

"Say less mama. Turn around for me." You do as he says, placing your hands on the fogged up glass. He strokes his hard dick a few times, precum leaking at the tip. He slowly starts to slide into you, inch by inch. Your back arches immediately at his sweet invasion before he starts to pump in and out of you skillfully. Your eyes nearly roll back as he begins to speed up, fucking you from behind.

"J-Joseph oh shit!" You yell out in pleasure.

"Pussy feels so fuckin good baby, damn." He groans smacking your ass as he watches where you connect. Watching with pleasure as his dick thrusts in and out of you, your pussy soaking him. He loved the wet noises your pussy was making as he fucked you deep. "Damn baby, should've told me to bring a towel. You're wet as fuck. You're taking me so well baby." He groans.

"Y-You're so fuckin deep uhhh god!"

"You like how my dick beaten down your walls baby huh? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. You can't help but fall limp under him.

"Yes daddy, yes! F-Faster puh-please!"

'S-Shit ugh, so fuckin tight. So good. Who made you this wet baby?" He grabs you by the back of your neck pounding into you mercilessly. He closes his eyes momentarily, taking in the feel of your warm, wet, pussy.

"Y-You did! Y-Youahh! Fuck meeee!"

"Say it again. Say my name."

"J-Joseph!"

"Say it again mami."

"JOSEPH! Fuck me harder!" He was battering your g-spot now, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Surely you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

"Cum for me baby. Soak this dick." He urges and as if on command, you cum all over him, squirting on to his abdomen and leaking beneath him. But he didn't stop there, fucking you right through your orgasm.

"Baby, shit!" You reach behind weakly trying to stop his delicious assault on your sensitive pussy. But that only encouraged him to keep going.

"Look at you baby, all fucked out. Shit, I'm bout to cum." He gripped your hips as the sounds of your sex session filled the car.

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me. Cum inside me Joseph! Give me that fuckin cum!"

"You want my cum huh? Want this nut inside you baby?"

"Yeah give it to me you fuckin asshole. Give it to me." You moan

"Fuck you. Ughhhh fuuuuck." You feel him throbbing inside you.

"Yeah daddy, cum inside this pussy! Cum inside me."

"Take it baby, take it!" You soon fill his hot cum spilling deep inside your walls. "Fuck!" He falls to your side exhausted. You look over to him with a smirk.

"Is that how you're supposed to treat a routine traffic stop officer?" He looks at you with that same smirk.

"When it's my wife........yes."

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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Dirty Games

Pairing: Russian Professor! Yelena x College Student! Reader

Summary:After seeing your Professor, Yelena, at the bar with Professor Bishop you get a little jealous, so you pick up a random girl to make your favourite Professor jealous because you know she can’t do anything while she’s with a work colleague.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!, Smut, Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Strap on Use, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink | 1.1K

Translations:Detka (baby), Printsessa (princess), Папочка (daddy),

AC:Been a while in the making, thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy this xx @tonbelova25

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As Yelena sits with her work colleague, Kate, she can't help but watch as you grind and dance with another girl completely zoning out from whatever Kate is saying. "Yelena, Yelena! Did you hear what I just said?" Kate's voice breaks Yelena's focus on you, "What are you staring at anyway?" the brunette adds. Her eyes trying to follow Yelena's to see what on earth had her full attention.

"What? I, I'm not staring at anything, what were you saying?" Yelena lightly shakes her head before taking a mouthful of her drink, taking in another look of you from across the room.

"It doesn't matter" Kate chuckles, "When's this holiday you've been planning?" she asks to change the conversation from work.

After watching you mess around for way too long, Yelena decides she can't take it any longer, seeing what's hers dance all over someone else. You're just about to take it to the next level and kiss the stranger when a hand wraps around your wrist and drags you away.

You look up to see a very angry blonde Russian Professor, as she drags you into the nearest bathroom. When inside she pushes you up against the door as she locks it, "you've been a bad girl, detka! Grinding all over that thing out there, what am I going to do with you hmm?" She says in a possessive tone. You let out a whimper to which she smirks knowing that she has you right where she wants you.

As she stares at you intently and licks her lips, you mumble "I'm sorry, daddy."

"What was that printsessa?" Yelena asked to tease you.

You look in her eyes and then down to her lips "I said I'm sorry, daddy" you repeated. Yelena shook her head, "I don't think you are, how many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me huh?" she replied before crashing her lips against yours, kissing you roughly as little moans left your throat. Her hands wonder down to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to her if that was even possible.

"Jump detka" she husks out.

You jump slightly, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her shoulders as she starts to leave her remark the dark marks that she left on your neck only days before all while she elicited moans out of you. Yelena's hands move to your ass squeezing it as you start to grind on her waist feeling her strap that only turns you on even more, you plead with her "please daddy."

The blonde pulls back, smirking at you, "please what detka? What do you want?" she asks, once more just to tease you.

"Fuck me, Папочка please! I need you"

Yelena's smirk only grew at the title you called her, "somebody has been doing their homework" she mumbled before her lips pressed against your neck once more as she placed you comfortably on the countertop of the public bathroom. "Stop teasing, please!" you begged while your Professor's hands slid up your dresses, brushing your thighs up and down while her lips explored your neck to your jawline back to your lips, "say it again" she whispered.

Feeling your soaked pussy clench around nothing, you wasted no time giving into her. "Please Папочка, fuck me! I need you so bad" you begged, watching her eyes ever so slightly light up at your pathetic state. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her fingers brush over your clothed pussy, "I've barely touched you and you're this wet?" Yelena almost chuckles as she pulls your panties down, you can't help but pull her closer, kissing her deeply before she works on releasing her strap on from her pants.

Muffled moans escaped the deepening kiss when you felt the tip of the fake cock slide up and down between your folds, using your arousal as a lubricant. A loud knock is heard on the door, "hurry up in there! Some of us need to pee!" a stranger calls out to which is only ignored by your moans as Yelena slides her strap inside your pussy, your walls already clenching around her.

"F-fuck!" you moaned, "so big!" you added as you took her inch by inch.

"I know printsessa, I brought a new one" Yelena replied, watching as your pussy sucked her length in, "god, look how needy you are! I bet that tramp out there doesn't get you this wet and needy huh?" Yelena added as she looked up at you to see you already nodding at her words, "only you daddy!" you replied.

Another loud banging on the bathroom door could be heard, Yelena turned her head as if she could see whoever was behind the door, "fuck off!" she yelled over the voice coming from the other side. Her anger sent a throb to your core before she began to thrust into you, pulling the toy out to the tip before pushing herself fully back inside you. She muffled your moans with her lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she helped you grind yourself on her strap.

"Maybe I should let that little whore you were dancing with come in here and show her who you belong too!" Yelena pulled back from your lips wanting to see how well you took her. A rather louder mouth left your lips at the thought which caused your Professor to smirk, "you like that? You want people to just how fucking wet you are for me huh? How well this pretty pussy takes my cock?" She teased knowing you loved the thought.

"Y-Yes daddy!" you moaned, throwing your head back leaving your neck fully exposed for Yelena to cover with her lips but instead you felt her thumb land on your clit. "Maybe I should unlock this door and let the whole night club know you're daddy's little slut!" she thrusted into you faster while her thumb worked tight circles around your clit.

"Daddy!! G'nna cum!" you rocked your body back and forth to match her thrusts.

"Not until you tell me who you belong to detka!" your professor replied, running her tongue over her lips.

"You! I b-belong to you!"

"I can't hear you detka, what was that?" Yelena teased with a smirk, her actions speeding up. You were unable to control your moans, your release the edge, "P-please!" you begged.

"Say it again" Yelena demanded.

"I'm y-yours!" you moaned loudly, "I'm only yours d-daddy!" you broke, unable to hold your orgasm any longer, you came around her strap. Luckily for you, your professor wasn't mad about you not waiting for her permission, instead she wrapped her arms around you and held you close as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your high. "I don't ever want to see you throwing yourself at somebody else ever again" Yelena spoke softly into your ear as you came down from your high.

You couldn't help but smirk at her words knowing that your little game worked, you got what you wanted and you'd do it again without a second thought.

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS * assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

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elsaellaelys · 10 months

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We can beat any shit together

summary: JJ finds scars on Y/N's thight and they don't look like an acidente.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!depressed reader

WARNINGS: Depression, anxiety, mensions of SH, kinda angst, but comforting.

800 words

a/n: I had to write about this. If you're going through something like that, look for help, someone you can trust, if you don't anybody call 211 or feel free to send a message. I wish somebody had told me this so I'll tell you. You are not alone.

--★--

JJ knows Y/N for as long as he can remember himself. Sweet John B's neighboor, living just down the road, joing all the times Big John took them to go fishing. He really liked her, the way she never judge him, always so kind and gentle, than he decided to take the self obligation to protect she no matter what - she looked like such a cute china doll and he wouldn't let she break. The pogues made fun of his behavior. Gotta pick her up from work! Gotta drop her at work! Save this for Y/N! No pickles, Y/N doesn't like it. He had to repay all the love she gave him, the love she made he feel. She barely realised it though, walking around with JJ just in front clearing her way, making sure there was no thorns.

That's why the discovery stabbed him right in the chest.

They were all on the beach, had just left the water to lay in the sand. Y/N stretched out, not really caring about putting a towel under, dead tired from the surfing. JJ watched she lay like a star, he couldn't help but stare at her, of course he had seem her in a bikini thousands of times, lately it's being different, hips wider, waist defined, boobs hanging in her top and thights... looking like they're melting?

"What's this?" He lean over, running his finger over the strange blur, skin color staying in his fingertip. She recoiled from his touch trying to hide the marks that appeared, eyes starting to water.

"Y/N?!"

She squirmed, hating to have the attention of the entire group now.

"It's just a little bit of foundation" she replies.

"Why you're putting makeup on your thights?" Kiara asks, face looking scared of the answer. Y/N wiped her leg, deep dark scars full on display.

JJ fliched, they were so deep, almost screaming sadness and pain. A nott formed on his throat just thinking about how much it must have hurt, how grotesque it looked. He looked back to her face, not finding the strength she must have to do something so... I mean she wasn't just cutting, that was mutilating.

"Fuck" She cried, she ruined the moment, it was a nice day, it felt okay, especially after she putted the right green concealer, the scars almost fading under it. The thought of the washing water faded from her mind.

"Tell me it was an acident, please."

"Does it look like one?" Y/N replied.

She wished they had caved the enourmous hole JJ suggest cause now she could bury herself on it. Pope's face looked full of pity like Kiara, John B. was confused - she made it herself? - but JJ, he was hurted, and she lightly pinched her arm for causing it.

"I'm sorry. I wanna go home." the girl said, grabbing her stuff, heading to the Twinkie. JJ followed her, trying to take her bag to care it.

"Wait." he begged, not really reaching her steps.

"No! JJ! Stop! Leave me, I just wanna go home"

"Give me the bag. Let me help you"

"You can't help me!"

It was not about the bag. She stopped, she fell, holding her knees close to her chest, crying the heart out. Lucky no one was around. JJ lowered next, stroking her hair.

"It's okay" he whispered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over.

"Hey, no, don't be. I am the one who should be sorry. Look at me." his hands reached her face to pull it up seeing her wet lashes. "Sorry I didn't realized before" he begged again, because the memories just hitted him. The way she was always complainnig about the fights her parents were having, but still refused to leave the house, how she was tired all the time, even though she just woke up. Too many alcohol, to many cigarettes, less hangouts, less calls, less partys, much thoughts, much silence.

He fastly wiped the tears down his face holping she didn't noticed, just hugged she tightly.

The pogues approxed and they were hugging she too, whispering sweet nothings. Sweet everythings.

John B. was the first to get up holding his hand out for her.

"Let's go home." he says. They all know where is home.

In the ride JJ made sure he held she close, hand on her pulse, time in time putting his nose between her hair, just to know she's there, safe, with him.

"Can I ask you..." he carefully began "Where is the thing... you used?"

"In my bag, the little left pocket."

JJ almost cried again, for knowing that she cared it around, like a thing she needed close. He found it, trew it out tge window.

"You're going to be fine." he reasured "I'm right here. We can beat any shit together."

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