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talaok · 7 months

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Like a Virgin

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: It's been a really long time since Joel has felt the feel of anything else besides his own fist, and once you remind him how good the real thing is... let's just say it's hard for him to live up to his full potential.

warnings: smut| unprotected p in v sex, premature ejaculation, very touch-starved Joel, and allusion to oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: I don't know what to say lmao this is a thing for me ok, don't judge (and also you can't tell me this isn't accurate, like this man hasn't gotten laid since the moon landing probably, and you expect him to last? no way babe). Also I'm sorry about the title it's funny to me lol

Now this wasn't like him.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

The last time he had sex with a woman he'd just met (or any woman to be completely honest) he was 25 years younger and the world hadn't gone to shit yet... so yeah, a long time indeed.

But you were so fucking beautiful, such a pretty face with such pretty eyes, and god but that mouth of yours-

And plus you were new to Jackson, you didn't know yet about all the scary stories folks liked to tell about him, and you were kind and funny, and... did he mention hot already?

Just one night of letting loose, that's what he'd told himself, and then he was gonna go back to his old closed-off self, but for now... for now, he was too busy throwing you on his bed to think about anything else.

You were getting rid of your clothes and he followed your lead more than willingly, almost ripping the buttons off his flannel in the rush.

He bent down to kiss your neck as his hands hurried to your tits.

God, he'd forgotten how good it felt to touch a woman.

And when you let out a little whimper, he swore he had ascended to another universe.

"Joel please"

Fuck him, but he wasn't inside of you yet, and he was already feeling far too close to coming.

Guess fucking his own fist for two decades really does something to a man.

"need something?"

He was acting wayy too smug for someone who was feeling like a virgin all over again.

"Please- I need you inside me, Joel"

fucking damnit- he shouldn't have asked that, his dick was now really suffering the consequences.

He didn't risk saying anything else as he got rid of his boxers, but of course, you just had to come out and say:

"oh wow, you're big" with the sexiest fucking voice he'd ever heard.

"want me to stop?"

For some reason, those words elicited a criminally hot smirk on your lips

"Definitely not"

You were looking at him like a starving woman and he had to look down to where he was moving his tip to your entrance to get away from you and your dangerous, dangerous gaze

He pushed into you slowly and god fucking damnit but the sounds that you made... those sweet little moans and whines you let out as your warm pussy stretched around him and hugged him better than anything he'd felt in years... he had no words for it- no coherent sounds could make it out of his mouth except for a few groans coming deep from his chest.

"Good christ"

that's the only thing he managed to murmur as he bottomed out and had to take a break to try not to bust his load right there.

"fuck you feel so good" you moaned, as your hands gripped his sheets "please move" you begged, your voice breathy and pleading, and godfuck he should have really thought about it before doing this.

"Joel please-"

"I just need a moment darlin'" he explained, closing his eyes to try and remember how he used to manage to last and coming up completely empty.

He could feel your expectant eyes on him so even if he sure as hell didn't feel ready, he did as you asked and started to move.

The regret reached him extraordinarily fast as he felt your walls tightening around him and as you cried out for him like an angel sent straight from heaven.

"fuck-" you moaned, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him wonder if you really just knew what you were doing, if you actually enjoyed torturing him like this

"god you're so deep"

Yeah, you definitely knew

"and so big-" you cried

He gripped your waist to try and ground himself as he thrusted into your fucking perfect cunt.

"oh my god-yes!" you moaned, your back arching from the bed as his thrust got harsher in the hopes that that would make you talk less.

"just like that Joel- oh-"

And Joel was tough in a lot of ways and he wasn't one to give up easily, but shit you were making it hard for him.

"Please don't stop- fuckfuckfuck" you begged, shutting your eyes close at the feeling.

And that was it, he couldn't do it anymore

"please stop talking" he breathed, his eyes resuming their tour of your eyes, mouth, and bouncing tits.

"why?"

"nothing it's just-"

And before he could answer you had grabbed his shoulder and forced him to bend down to meet your mouth with his.

Goddamnit.

"you just feel too good Joel"

"fuck." he groaned, not able to stop his hips from moving no matter how much he wanted to "shit"

"what is it?"

"Jesus Christ I-"

"is there something wrong?"

"n-no just- fuck I'm sorry sweetheart"

And that's all he could say as he abruptly pulled out of you, his spend covering your stomach not even a second after as he growled so loud his neighbors probably thought he was getting killed.

"shit" again, he sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder.

"oh" you couldn't help but smile as everything came together

"I'm sorry darlin'" he breathed, leaning away and standing up as shame filled every inch of him.

"It's just- It's been a long time since I've done... this"

You sat up, your legs still dangling off the bed, as you admired his handy work on your belly.

"And you... you're just real fucking pretty" he huffed a half-laugh "I'm sorry"

You looked up at him then, meeting his mortified expression.

"No hey" you smiled, placing a hand on his torso "It's fine, I understand"

"god this is embarrassing, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again" he shook his head

"stop" you cooed, gently caressing his skin, as a mischievous spark lighted in your irides "It's fine, really" you promised, "and besides..." you bit your bottom lip as you slowly spread your legs "you could still make it up to me, y'know?"

He groaned again, falling to his knees between your thighs

"that I can do"

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lilmashae · 2 months

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too tight ! — drabble ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

semi public , written specifically with sungchan in mind because i love him so so so much — but it also reminded me of some others so here we are ^ _ ^

he really is just the type of boyfriend to buy you the wrong size of clothing on purpose ( not when it matters ! ) — nothing too suffocating , just very fitted ( so that your tits spill perfectly over the hem of your shirts )...

he'll try and play it off but you know it's because he loves to see you in snug leggings , low-cut shirts , jeans that hug your ass , and miniskirts leaving nothing to the imagination — along with all the skin tight dresses he could find.

he'll bring them to the dressing rooms while you're out shopping — that way even if you don't buy it he gets the most delicious view...

"baby , i think you grabbed the wrong size... it's sort of snug..?" you looked in the mirror — the shirt you'd asked your boyfriend to retrieve suddenly turned into a baby tee. "really..? it's your size though. come out , let me see , princess."

you step out and your little stall , "twirl for me..." and of course you do a little spin — "shit..." he mumbles under his breath , shifting around in his chair. "what do you think?"

"maybe it is a little small... i'll go get you a size up , okay , mama?" you nod , fully aware that he'd just wanted a little show.

whenever he gets lucky you'll let him 'test' these sort of things out.

"hm... i don't know if it's too small or too big — maybe it's just right..?" the dress fits great — you just love to entertain his antics. your eyes would saunter from your reflection to his eyes. "how does it feel when you move , baby?" you'd take his suggestion — pacing around a little bit. "i don't know... maybe i could try something else?" that piques his interest. "like what , pretty girl?"

which is how you two'd end up in cramped in the departments store dressing rooms — the 'too snug' dress hiked up over your hips as he thrusted into you from behind.

"f-fuck... how's that feel , baby? good..? shit , you're tight! ah , 'dress fit okay f'you ?"

you nod , unable to form a coherent sentence feeling his tip repeatedly kiss your cervix. you can feel the relentless snapping of his hips through each drag of his cock stuffed in your gummy walls.

the only thing better than seeing you in your cute , little 'too tight' clothes was watching his cum drip down your leg as you two walked out of the dressing rooms. "well i guess we have to get it now... whether it fits or not." ( which he's assuming it does since you managed to contort into all those positions wearing it in that cramped ass stall) ♥

jake ♥ sungchan ♥ shotaro ♥ jungwon ♥ jaehyun ♥ han jisung ♥ mingi ♥ huening kai ♥ hyunjin

guidelines and disclaimers | more all in onesss !

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hermslore · 19 days

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Car Ride | Regina George x Reader

REQUESTED

You're a part of the plastics, and get invited by Regina to go shopping along with the girls. During the trip, another girl begins to flirt with you and Regina, being her, gets jealous.

warning: smut

Fingering, Reader having to keep quiet, Car sex, Public sex, dom!regina, choking, mention of strap-on

Regina had found a new person to play with, Cady Heron. You were in her group of plastics for a while and when new meat walked in, of course Regina had to invite her to have lunch with the rest of you.

Cady was very pretty, the only problem was, her fashion sense. Which, Regina couldn't tolerate. So, she decided to invite all of you to go shopping.

"Get in loser," she smirked at Cady, your jealousy growing. You and Regina's relationship was complicated. You had sex with her a lot but never more than that. She was out to everyone but you were scared to ask her out. However, despite, the "friends with benefits" relation you both had, she would get extremely jealous whenever you got close to someone else.

When all of you reached the mall, she helped pick out outfits for cady. They all tried on different types of clothing, and gretchen and karen hyped cady up and helped her decide what to buy.

While all of this was going on, you were roaming around, picking clothes that you thought would look good on Regina as you chuckled to yourself.

Of course, you had developed a crush on Regina, Gretchen and Karen had figured it out too, saying you were awfully obvious.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a worker showed up to help you out. Her blouse was slightly open, and you could tell she was trying to flirt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Regina glaring at the both of you and you decided to mess with her. You started leaning in more into the worker, laughing and giggling at her words, acting flirty.

Regina was boiling with rage, she hated seeing you flirt with others, that too, in front of her. She stormed over, grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

"We're leaving," she growled, you shivered at her aggression. You all made your way to the car, but she didn't make eye contact with you, neither did she try to talk to you.

As you were too many people, you all decided to split cabs. One with you, Karen and Regina, the other with Cady and Gretchen.

Karen sat in the front, completely oblivious to the tension among you and Regina at the back. She had headphones in, not paying attention to you both.

"Regin-" you began to talk, but were cut off as she turned around and glared at you. "What did you think you were doing?" she asked you, her tone demanding, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't form proper sentences, her hand undoing your jeans slowly. Karen was completely phased out, not paying attention to you both to your relief. "I- I was just talking to the worker there," you managed to say.

"Oh, you know it was more than that," she hissed. She was extremely mad, and you found it so hot. You were going to answer but gasped.

Her fingers made it to your underwear, teasing your folds. "Maybe you need to be reminded who you belong to," she growled in your ear. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly.

"So wet for me, kitten," she purred in your ear as you bit your lip to suppress your noises. Her fingers stroked you, making you shiver.

"Who do you belong to?" She looked at you, eyes filled with lust. "Y-you, mmph," you whimper out, unable to form coherent sentences.

She inserted a finger in you, making you gasp. "Keep quiet, or else I'll have to choke you," she snarled, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Oh, you want that, don't you?" she chuckled, darkly. Her free hand made it's way to your neck, choking you, as she looked front to make sure Karen didn't see anything. You let out a muffled moan as she added another finger in you.

"Regina, please, I'll never flirt with anyone else," you begged, you were getting desparate now. She giggled, fastening her pace as you let out muffled moans, biting your lip to the point where it almost drew blood.

"That's it, baby, ride my fingers," she purred in your ear as you rolled your hips against her fingers. You came undone quite quickly, making her chuckle. She pulled her fingers out, letting go of your neck and licked them clean.

You licked your lips and looked at her hungrily. You couldn't wait to get home, you knew she would punish you for flirting with other people.

And you were right, when you both got home, she bent you over her bed, ramming her strap into you till you couldn't walk.

#gxg imagine #gxg #smut #mean girls #renee rapp #lesbian #regina george #regina george x y/n #renee rapp x reader #reneé rapp #reneé rapp x reader #queer #mean girls 2024 #karen smith #gretchen wieners #cady heron

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 3 months

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Pairing : Dad!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : kidnapping ; arguing ; angst ; happy ending ; slightly suggestive at the end as well ; Word Count : 4.2k Request : nope, but I really wanted to write a part 2 for Innie! A/N : this is the last last one (aside from Hyunjin and Jisung who will get a part 3 at some point, but like, the actual series ends with my fav.)

“You said it was my day to pick Jeongsoo up from school, right?” Jeongin asked as he stood outside of the building, waiting for his daughter to run up to him like she usually would whenever she saw him in the crowd of other parents. It was his favorite part of the day, finally being able to see his daughter after working so hard. Today was supposed to be no different, but in the sea of other children, his daughter was nowhere to be found. “Did you already get her? Maybe you just forgot to tell me but-”

“I didn’t get her. It’s your day. Is she still in the building? It’s cold outside so… Maybe she just decided to stay in and wait?” He could already hear the panic in your voice, and he wanted nothing more than to ease your worried mind, but he himself was beginning to panic as well. “I’m heading up there now, I’ll meet you in like, 5 minutes.” You said before ending the call, and now Jeongin was left to swim in his own thoughts, at least until you got there.

The crowd slowly began to thin as parents took their children home, but Jeongin still stood there, hoping to see his baby girl standing there. She wasn’t though, and the sound of children laughing and playing faded out until all Jeongin heard was the wind whistling through the empty branches of the trees. “Excuse me!” He called when he saw Jeongsoos teacher start to lock up the classroom door. She turned with a smile, although she looked slightly confused. “Where is Jeongsoo? I’m here to pick her up and she’s not here…”

She tilted her head, even more confused now. “Jeongsoos aunt picked her up. She said that Y/N wasn’t able to pick her up today. I thought that Y/N would have let you know.” Her teacher said, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “I’m very sorry for the confusion.” But Jeongin was left even more worried than before as he shook his head, stepping in front of the teacher as she started to walk off.

“N-No, no… Jeongsoos aunt doesn’t live here. There’s no way that she could have been picked up by her.” Jeongin stammered, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone so that he could call you just to be sure. “Did you even check her ID? Did you even verify what she was saying? How could you have been sure that she was actually Jeongsoos aunt? Do you just let kids go off with anyone who says they’re related?”

The teacher's eyes widened as she began to stutter, unable to even form a coherent sentence as her head shook rapidly. Thankfully you pulled up just at that moment, rushing out of your car to run over to Jeongin. “What’s… What’s going on? What happened? Where’s my baby?” You asked breathlessly, and now the teacher looked even more upset, even more scared than she had been before.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I’ll call the authorities, I’ll… I’ll do whatever I can to help. I’m-” She was crying, and with the lack of information that you had been given, you were more worried than before, looking to Jeongin for answers that you so desperately needed.

“We have to go.” He said flatly, his heavy breaths were coming out shaky, but you didn’t have time to ask any questions as he ushered you back to your own car, although he opened the passenger door for you instead of letting you get in the driver's side. “I need you to call the security team, I need you to tell them that it’s an emergency. I need you to call management, see if they’ve gotten any calls or anything about Jeongsoo. And then I need you to call the guys to see if they’ve gotten any weird messages. Can you do that?” He asked, fishing his phone out of his back pocket and tossing it onto your lap.

“Why? What’s going on?” You asked, but you didn’t wait for an answer as you started scrolling through his contacts to find everyone that he had asked you to get in touch with.

Jeongin shook his head, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as he sped down the streets back towards your house. “This wouldn’t have happened if we were together…” He mumbled, impatiently drumming his fingers on the wheel as he waited for the light to turn green. “You’re so busy going out on your dates, trying to find someone so that you’re not lonely… You don’t even care about her… You’re so fucking selfish you don’t even see that you have someone right fucking here! Now my baby has been fucking stolen from me and… It’s your fucking fault!”

“Are you seriously gonna try to fucking blame me for this shit?!” You shouted, and deep down you both knew that the last thing that was needed right now was for a major argument to happen, but emotions were running high, you both were terrified, and you were taking it out on each other. “I bet it was one of your crazy ass fucking fans! You’re always posting pictures with her on your Instagram even though I told you not to! Or it could have been one of the multitudes of girls that you sleep around with trying to get closer to you!”

“For the last fucking time, I don’t do that shit anymore!” He shouted right back, whipping around a corner, and even though he was absolutely furious right now, his arm still flew out to hold you against the seat. Even when he was pissed, he still cared about you way too much for his own good. “You’re the one going out on dates every other fucking night! You’re barely even with her! And then you bring these random ass strangers back to the house and you think I don’t know what’s going on?! How do you know it wasn’t one of those assholes who did it?!”

“That’s absolutely absurd!” The shouting match continued back and forth until Jeongins phone started to vibrate on your lap, and you immediately answered it, putting it on speaker phone so that he could hear as well. “Hello?” You rushed out the greeting, waiting for someone to say something.

“Hi mom! Hi dad!” Jeongsoos voice came through the speaker, and you felt your heart sink. The car swerved to the side of the road and Jeongin grabbed his phone off your lap so he could talk directly into it.

“Hey baby, where are you at right now? Who are you with? Let daddy and mommy talk to them, yeah?” Jeongin said urgently, his hands shaking as he gripped the phone tightly. No matter how angry he made you, no matter how angry you made him, right now all you had was each other, and you reached out to grab his free hand that was shaking nervously, giving it a small squeeze to try to calm him.

“She say she know you and mom… She gave me ice cream… She’s really nice.” Jeongsoo said, her innocent mind completely unaware of how dangerous this entire situation was, how scared you and Jeongin were. “I wanna go home… I wanna watch a movie with you and mom… Can you come here?” She asked, and Jeongins head fell against the headrest, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips pulled into a thin line.

“Me and mommy are trying… We’re trying to come get you…” He practically whimpered, sniffling loudly between each sentence. “Tell me… What do you see? Do you see anything outside, baby?” He was pleading, his grip on your hand tightening as he waited for Jeongsoos response, but she didn’t talk again, your daughter’s voice being replaced by someone much older created a pit in both yours and Jeongins stomach.

“We’ll be in touch later. I can’t wait to meet you, Innie!” A shrill voice rang through the speakers, and while you would have looked at this as a victory in any other circumstance considering you had been right, you were far too worried about your daughter, whose whereabouts were still unknown, and the call had been ended and you couldn’t even redial the number.

“You can say it…” Jeongin mumbled as he continued driving, one hand on the wheel and the other balled into a fist that was pressed against his temple. “Just say it. I know you want to… You were right… It’s my fault. It’s because of who I am… If you had had her with someone else… Someone normal… You wouldn’t be going through this right now.” The setting sun glistened on the tear that rolled down his cheek, a tear that you quickly wiped away as you shook your head.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to have her with anyone else. You’re an amazing father… And I know that you love her. You love her more than any father could ever love a child… That’s why I know we’re going to find her, and we’re gonna get her back.” Your palm rested against his cheek for a moment as your thumb brushed along his tear-dampened skin. “We’re gonna bring her home.”

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It had been two days since your daughter had been taken. The police were involved, trying to trace every single phone call that came through, but it all seemed to lead back to nowhere. The calls were always untraceable, and every time the number was called back, it would say it was out of service. The only thing giving you and Jeongin hope anymore were the untraceable calls where you’d both get to talk to your daughter, it was the only time that you knew she was still okay.

“We’re starting to believe that whoever did this, might be someone that she knows.” The cops explained as they listened back to the recording of the phone call. “She doesn’t sound scared, she doesn’t sound like she’s being forced to do or say anything that she’s saying. As crazy as it might sound, this might be someone closer to you both, or one of you… But I don’t think that this person, whoever it may be, I don’t think they plan on hurting her.” And while that was a massive weight lifted off both of your shoulders, it now begged the question of, who the hell was doing this?

“Are you able to hear if there’s anyone in the background talking? Are you able to isolate the sound? Maybe we can hear someone, or something that would give us a sign of who she’s with or where she’s at?” Jeongin asked, running low on ideas of things to do that would help. He didn’t want to just sit around and wait though, he wanted to help, he wanted to get his little girl home as soon as possible.

The front door was pushed open as you and Jeongin leaned around the computer that the officer was working at, trying to listen back to the call as the sound was edited and then re-edited to try to pick up any kind of background noise. “What the hell is going on here?” The voice asked from the doorway, and when your head whipped around, you were met with the sight of the guy you had been seeing for the past 2 weeks standing in the corridor with flowers in his hand.

“Minjae, I told you that right now was not a good time.” You hissed, and from the corner of your eye you saw Jeongin make a face of both annoyance and disgust. “I’m really busy right now, there’s an emergency, and I don’t have the time for this.” You tried to explain as you got up from your chair and went over to stand in front of him. “I’ll explain it all when I have the time to, but… I just really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“If it’s so important then why didn’t you tell me? I thought I was your boyfriend… I mean… Why would you tell him and not me?” He motioned to Jeongin who was getting more and more irritated with each passing second, his long fingers drumming on the table top, and you knew that if you didn’t get Minjae out of the house soon, Jeongin would end up going off on him.

“I really think that you should just go and I’ll talk to you about it later. Please…” You whispered, trying to keep calm, but you were getting more and more upset, especially considering every second wasted on him was a second that could have been put towards finding your daughter. “I need you to go now.”

“Why? So you can have date night with your baby daddy?” Minjaes voice raised in volume and he threw the bouquet of flowers down at your feet causing you to jump back. “You’re just a bitch! You used me! Well… See if I care! He’ll just use you again! Don’t try to come back to me either! He can have your used up, pathetic, single mom, trashy ass!”

Behind you, both the officer and Jeongin had stood up from their chairs, ready to move at any second just in case this guy put his hands on you, and for the most part, other than his ranting, things were fine. Jeongin knew well enough that you could hold your own, but when this guy started insulting you, Jeongin didn’t care for the officer that was still in the room, he didn’t care about the charges that might be placed against him. Anger coursed through him as he walked across the room and pushed Minjae up against the door, his forearm pressed against Minjaes throat as he pinned him against the door.

“You don’t talk about her like that! Never talk about her like that! You don’t know her! You don’t deserve her!” Jeongin screeched into Minjaes face, his arm pressing deeper and deeper into the man’s neck. “You’re not worth the time that’s being wasted on you! You’re not worth anything!” The whole time he was shouting, Jeongins other hand was raised in a fist, and the officer had rushed over to attempt to pull Jeongin away, but it was proving to be pointless. “I don’t want you around her! Don’t come here!”

Through it all, the man simply laughed in Jeongins face, although the sound came out strained due to the pressure on his throat. “You’ll see me again…” Minjae said, the sneer on his face far more menacing and downright eerie than you had ever seen on anyone before. “I’ve already gotten what I wanted from her anyway, she’s useless to me.” And those words in themselves had Jeongin reaching a point of wanting to commit murder, and the only thing keeping him from actually doing it was the fact that the officer was right there and he wanted to find his daughter.

When the officer was finally able to pull Jeongin off of Minjae, he was practically pushed out of the door, leaving you and Jeongin alone momentarily as you waited for the officer to come back. “What did he mean by that? Did you fuck him?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you and if you weren’t so shaken up by the previous interaction between him and Minjae, you would have been defensive, but instead you were just upset at the accusation.

“No! I’ve never slept with him! I haven’t been with anyone in that way…” You pleaded, trying to declare your innocence, although you weren’t sure why it really mattered to Jeongin in the first place. “I thought he was trying too hard… He would always bring gifts over for Jeongsoo… And he’d tell me that he was really excited to be her dad one day…” Your head shook, but Jeongin was deep in his thoughts, weirded out beyond belief by what he was hearing.

Before Jeongin could even respond though, the officer returned, motioning for the both of you to follow him over to the computer. “I have officers following him to wherever he’s going right now.” He said, and you wondered if it was because he heard what you had told Jeongin, but then he pulled the headphones out of the port so the three of you could listen to the audio file from the very last phone call you had gotten. “The voice in the background… There’s two, but listen… It sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” He asked, and then he started playing the file, and you felt your heart drop as you listened to the conversation that sounded so faint, but so clear through the laptop speakers.

“You said that he’d come here to get her! Why is it taking so long?! Where’s the money at? When are we supposed to get it!?” The female voice that came first was screaming, although during the phone call you hadn’t heard it at all, and it seemed like Jeongsoo wasn’t phased by it either. You could only suspect that it was happening from a couple rooms over and Jeongsoo wasn’t too worried about it.

“Well I can’t tell them to just bring the money here! Do you want to go to jail?! Cause’ I sure as hell don’t!” The man shouted back, and it didn’t take more than a second for you to place the voice, to envision a face with it, especially after what had just happened. Your eyes widened as you looked to Jeongin who seemed to be going through the five stages of anger and grief all at the same time.

“Well you’re the one pretending to date the bitch, and it’s been two nights since we took the spoiled brat and you haven’t even attempted anything. You haven’t even gone over to see her! At least pretend like you’re interested still. Maybe you can help them find the kid!” The woman continued, and you felt sick, physically sick. You pushed yourself away from the table, running to the kitchen sink and practically flinging yourself over it. You hadn’t eaten much the past two days, so you just heaved, and it was the most painful thing.

“It’s not your fault…” Jeongin whispered, his sudden appearance beside you had gone unheard, but he was rubbing your back soothingly as he held your hair away from your face. “I don’t… I’ll never blame you for this… No one would have thought this would happen…” He continued to murmur to you as you tried to catch your breath, and once you did, you fell against him. His arms wrapped around you tightly and his lips ghosted across the top of your head as he continued. “We need to go now though… We need to get our baby back…”

Both you and Jeongin were far too worked up to drive, so you had opted to ride in the back of the officer's car as he raced through the streets to get to where your daughter was found. The ones that had been sent to follow Minjae had been led straight to the house where she was being held. The radio in the car had constant updates crackling through the speakers, and while you were just barely listening, focusing more on the thought that you’d soon be reunited with your daughter, you had heard them say that Minjae and a female had been placed into custody.

When the car pulled up, you were practically blinded by the lights of the multitude of other police cars on the street, but through the lights, you spotted the silhouette of a man holding a little girl, and you knew that it was your little girl. Jeongins hand that had been holding yours the entire car ride was pulled away as he jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, and you did the same, both of you running to the officer to see your daughter.

“Daddy! Momma!” Jeongsoos voice was filled with excitement as she wiggled free from the officers arms and ran across the sidewalk towards you and Jeongin, and the only reason you didn’t pick her up was because Jeongin had reached her first, and now she was being held tightly to his chest and spun around by him. “Why you take so long?” She asked, and Jeongin simply shook his head, refusing to put her down as he looked at you, his smile both sad and relieved at the same time.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie…” You whispered, running your hand over her hair, trying your best to hold it together in front of her. “We’re gonna go home, and everything is gonna be okay… You’re okay now, sweetie.” You continued, and as if you were the one who needed to be comforted, Jeongsoo held out one of her arms and pulled you closer to her and Jeongin.

“It’s okay, Momma… You not have to cry. I’m okay.” She reassured you, patting your shoulder and sighing softly. She didn’t know how scared you and Jeongin had been, she probably didn’t even know what was going on at all. She was sassy, she had a fiery attitude when she needed to, but she was also selfless and sweet, she was an angel in the eyes of you and Jeongin.

The officer that had been with you and Jeongin almost the entire time finally came over to where the three of you were after the other patrol cars drove off, carrying with them the two people that had stolen your entire world. “There’s going to be a court date, we do not expect Jeongsoo to be there, we don’t expect the both of you to be there, but at least one of you have to show up. Jeongsoo already very kindly told one of the other officers everything that happened, and I want you to know that she is okay. This was simply a scheme to make money, which is awful, but it could have been far worse.” You and Jeongin nodded your heads, but neither of you wanted to think about what you knew he was talking about. “I’ll get the three of you back home, and I’ll be in touch with you to let you know when the court date will be, okay?”

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Jeongsoo was fast asleep in her room, and you and Jeongin stood in the hallway just outside her door, neither of you wanting to have her out of your sights. The fear of losing her would stay with the both of you forever, but for now, it was like you needed that constant visual reminder that she was home, that you did get her back.

“I know… It’s not my place to tell you that you can’t date anyone.” Jeongin mumbled, leaning against the wall of the hallway, his head hung low as he crossed his arms over his chest. “But, at least let me meet him or something… Before he meets Jeongsoo. I can’t handle something like this happening again… I just can’t.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head. “I don’t want to date anyone else… I don’t want to be with anyone else… I can’t go through something like this again either and… and you don’t deserve to go through this again just because of me.” Sniffles sounded out so softly they almost got lost in the drifting sound of Jeongsoos quiet snores, but Jeongin heard it, Jeongin heard you.

“It’s not your fault, baby…” He cooed, but the pet name had you slowly lifting your head to look at him, and usually he’d back track, say you misheard him, or he’d just change the subject completely as his entire face turns a bright shade of red. Not this time though, he was tired of losing you, and he had gone through this entire shit show because he was too much of a coward to ask you before. Not again. “I love you, and I love the perfect little girl that we made together. I don’t want to lose her again, and I don’t want to lose you to someone else. I know I made mistakes, I know that I’ve been the biggest piece of shit in the past… But seeing you with those other guys… Seeing you walk out that door to go out on those stupid dates… I can’t take it anymore. So just… Kiss me once and maybe you’ll feel something. Maybe you’ll feel the way I’m feeling. But if you don’t, we can forget about it and everything that I’ve said and-“

Your fingers gripped his shirt as you pulled him towards you, your lips crashing together in a kiss that it felt like you had been waiting forever to have. “You talk too much…” You murmured against his lips, the corners of yours pulling up into a little smirk. “So is this you asking me out or…?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, his hands roaming along your curves until he stopped at your hips, giving them a light squeeze that had you wiggling and your body burning up. “If I had a ring I’d be asking you to marry me right now, so yes… I am asking you out…” He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours and basically pinning you against the wall. “Are you saying yes?”

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gr1mstar · 3 months

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Timeless lover

notes: i don’t know why but tumblr is just annoying. when i try to edit things they disappear and just… the algorithm is shit. i thought i’m shadowbanned but i don’t think so anymore. whatever, i hope things get better.

content: sukuna ryoman x f!reader, reincarnation, past lovers, curse words (not a lot of them), sfw, human sukuna (from that time when he was actually human), flashbacks, lovers to strangers, mentions of death, sick reader (in the past), sorcerer reader (present time), sukuna has sentiments?, sukuna is soft for reader, past sukuna looks kinda like itadori yuji, not the same tho, but very similar, mention of pills, slightly an au because sukuna will never be this nice, reader is older than yuji but sukuna is older? that makes sense? mentions of blood.

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also now we have a part 2 - here

all your life you felt a very strong sensation of deja vu that you could not explain. you tried meditation, yoga, different activities you thought you were never able to do - but the feeling was still there. so you had to live with it, even though it bugged you every day.

“remember me, because i will never stop searching for you.”

after you discovered you were a jujutsu sorcerer a few years back, you thought that all the things finally were in their place, but you were wrong. after you discovered the world of curses, you started having dreams.

"nightmares" you would tell other people when they asked, but for you, they were never nightmares. a nightmare was supposed to describe an ugly monster, someone evil with blood thirst, so why were you dreaming about a charming man with a beautiful smile and enchanting red eyes?

at first, these dreams were strange, short, and out of context, but then they started to take shape, lasting longer, and having a coherent narrative thread. but you still haven't managed to figure out who that man was. it was strange really, dreaming about someone you hadn’t even met before. you felt a connection with him, your heart telling you that you have to be close to him, but your mind was telling you to run.

you thought you were going crazy at some point. you remembered every single detail from every single dream, but deep down you enjoyed your little “nightmares”, because unconsciously you were waiting for your man with red eyes. you were waiting for him to come back to you, even though you never met him.

they were different every time, the dreams. but one thing was the same in all of them.

him.

the eyes that looked at you lovingly, his soft voice when he was speaking with you, a hand over your waist just to keep you close. you never knew his real name, always calling him nicknames and him calling you ‘princess’.

“kuna, come here!” you shouted, making a hand gesture at the man. he smiled when looking at you, making his way over.

he took a seat beside you, under the cherry blossom tree. the spring season just started and the scenery looked breathtaking. blue clear sky, pink petals, and red, beautiful eyes.

“why are you here so early, princess? you were supposed to rest,” he stated, his hand making his way to your hand, playing with your delicate fingers. you could see he was concerned.

but why? you did not remember. that was the moment you woke up and that was all you recalled. but now, every time you saw a cherry blossom tree you thought about the sweet dream you had.

“kuna, you think we will be together forever?” you recalled telling him one day when the two of you were cuddling under the well-known tree. he was reading a book with one hand, the other playing with your hair.

“i’m sure, princess, that we will. i’ll make sure of that” was his reply, smiling sweetly at you.

“they don’t give me that much time, though.”

you were slowly dying, or better said, your dream version was. the few dreams you had about this were very sad and painful, a strong feeling of recognition being present in your gut.

“when i’m no more, please take good care of yourself.”

the dreams started being more unsettling, more dark, and very apathetic. you started taking pills just to be able to sleep a few hours a day, but after some time you stopped taking them, not working anymore.

and so when gojo satoru asked for your help regarding a cursed object, you agreed.

‘maybe working hard on this boring thing will make me sleepy enough.’ you thought on your way to tokyo, ready to help the handsome sorcerer who proposed the mission. it was not your cup of tea, but knowing him, he would never shut up about that and in the end, you would still help him.

“you remember the first time we met?” he asked, taking a small piece of your hair in his hands, and proceeding to kiss it a moment after.

“you mean the time when you almost killed me?”

“fuck, you know i regret that princess.” he hissed, leaning forward to brush a flower petal that was stuck in your hair clip. “just pretend that was not the first time we met.” he continued, looking away.

you giggled softly, taking his big hands into your cold ones. it was summer now, but you were getting colder as the days went by. you lover was concerned, but he had enough hope that a miracle would happen and make you healthy again.

you never believed in hope.

“how can i do that, my love? that was the time i fell in love with you.” was your response, now your turn to kiss his knuckles.

“i still find myself asking how such a wonderful person as you fell in love with a crazy and broken person like me.” the red-eyed stranger muttered, letting his head rest on yours.

“maybe because i’m too, crazy and broken.”

as you walked your way to jujutsu high, a school that took you under their wing to teach you how to control your power, memories started flowing inside of your head. unfortunately, you had to move right after graduating and never had the time to stay in touch with your childhood friends: shoko, satoru, and… suguru.

you felt bad for what happened because you weren’t there for them and chose to leave them behind when they needed someone to cry to. you would never forgive yourself for that.

“yo, [name]. long time no see.” a white hair shouted in your direction.

“indeed, gojo. i would say i missed your crackhead ass, but i would be lying,” you responded to your long friend, making your way to him to hug him. letting his infinity down, he took you into his arms, spinning you a few times,

“relentless as usual, it's good to know that you haven't changed at all” he added, putting your weight down back on the drown. “still having problems with sleep?”

“yeah. stopped taking the pills too, made the dreams worse.”

“tell shoko that, she started having the same problem.” was his response, but he continued, never letting you adventuring further into the conversation. “let’s go to yaga, i’m sure he is waiting for us. also, you need to meet megumi, he heard a lot about you.”

“i hope good things-” you asked, but seeing gojo’s face making a grin you let out an annoyed sigh, “satoru!”

“good things, very good things. the only thing i told him was that you were in love with sakura flowers.” he laughed.

“you look so funny, ‘kuna” you giggled, eyeing the handsome man in front of you.

“you and your damn flowers, my love. when did you have time for this?” ‘kuna asked, taking his flower crown from his head and putting it on his lap.

“last night. i thought about your pretty pinkish hair and how the sakura flowers would look through it.” was your answer, making your way to steal a kiss from him.

”i wish i could look at this every day and night.” you continued, looking at his frame with admiration and affection.

“be my wife”

“what?”

“be my wife. fuck it, no. be my queen,” he repeated himself, placing the flower crown that stood on his lap onto your hair. he made you speechless. his what?

the high school was packed with kids, remembering you about your childhood before becoming a full-time sorcerer. you and megumi had the task to identify where the cursed object was and bring it back to the principal. simple as that, right?

“fucking hell, where the fuck is this thing?”

it was not simple. not at all. you spent almost all day looking for what? a finger? you regretted coming back to tokyo now.

“cheer up. we will find it.” megumi comforted you, giving you a soft look. he was right, you just needed to look a bit more.

“i don’t want to die” you confessed, looking down at your bloody hands.

deadly. you had a deadly sickness.

the cough you've had all your life suddenly got worse one day, and now, standing in your childhood bed full of blood you coughed up a few minutes ago, you could tell that it was not a pleasant sight at all.

you wanted your last moments to be at the cherry blossom tree, with your lover, watching over the moon at peace, not in your blood-covered bed surrounded by doctors and crying women.

‘please, god. give me strength to remain alive just enough to see my lover again. the beautiful man i fell in love with.” you prayed, closing your eyes and letting a tear glide down on your cold cheek.

the situation was very fucked up, the curses were everywhere and you and megumi had no idea where the cursed object was anymore.

earlier, you two met yuji itadori, a high school kid able to see curses, but now you did not know where he was either. you and megumi were separated and even though you searched for him you could find him anywhere.

‘maybe the roof?”

and so you got there, and oh man, you did not like the view. a gigantic, ugly-looking curse and yuji, in between his fingers. that was a moment your heart stopped for a minute, looking for megumi a few seconds later.

“megumi. where is the finger?”

“yuji. he has it” and at that moment, you saw something that you were never imagining to witness.

yuji ate the fucking cursed finger.

“sukuna” your voice was low, almost like a whisper.

“princess. what in the world happened? how? i-”

“no. ‘kuna, let me say goodbye-” you wanted to tell him, but the red-eye man in front of you interrupted you harshly, taking your cold hand in his warm one, giving it a lovely squeeze.

“no. i’m not going to accept that. what goodbye, my princess? you would not die.” he started lying to himself, almost too afraid to accept the situation.

“it’s not something new, sukuna. i knew this would happen eventually… so i’m not surprised. but i wish, for one thing, my love. please, let me wish for just one thing.”

there was a silence. now, in the peace of the night with your lover, you were obligated to give your last breath, and so you wanted no regrets.

“i love you. i will always love you and i will be born again. i know it’s selfish for me to ask this, god please forgive me, but i wish to be selfish one time in my life.”

the moon was shining bright on the black sky, and the stars were screening for another sister, ready to give her a peaceful death.

“sukuna… let me be your queen in my next life.”

looking now at the man in front of you, you could see a familiarity that yuji didn’t have before. yuji was yuji, but the yuji in front of you, even though he looked like himself, was not the high school boy you met earlier in the day.

red eyes.

the red eyes looked at yours with a familiar feeling, as if he already knew your eyes and had already looked into them a million times by now. the same eyes ‘he’ looked at you on your deathbed.

“sukuna”

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riskrov · 2 years

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I am so stressed out. bursts into tears

#rambles #I was stuttering SO BAD today I HATE IT #I get so nervous and my brain moves 1000 times faster than my mouth so I end up stammering out BARELY coherent sentences #I have so much to do and fix and if one more thing goes wrong I’m going to explode #I was doing so good at keeping my anxiety under wraps #but I acted like a buffoon today with my stuttering and picking at my fingers until they bled AGH #I didn’t even notice I was bleeding my coworker had to ask me if I was okay 😭😭😭#every time I’m like ‘yeah I can be a functioning adult and can manage stress effectively’ I start exhibiting *SYMPTOMS*#googling how to manage stress and all the advice is like “do this to stop the stress”#and I’m like great I’d love to unfortunately the stress is the reason I cannot do that

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peachdues · 3 months

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Woke up at 2 last night, wrote more of my Duke!Gojo Bridgerton AU, and fell back asleep and dropped my phone on my face.

You blinked. “You’re — are you jealous?”

The Duke’s — Satoru’s — words died in his throat though his mouth continued to open and close like a fish’s as he fumbled to regain some semblance of coherence. Instead, the heir to the Six Eyes clan was left looking remarkably stupid.

“No,” he managed after another moment of awkward sputtering. “I have never in my life been jealous of anyone —“

But he was; it was so glaringly obvious that you would have laughed squarely in his face had you not been utterly stupified by the revelation that the Duke had indeed, been envious of the way you’d waltzed with the young monarch.

“So you did not stomp out here, into the gardens alone, like a petulant child, simply because Prince Itadori danced with me — even though it was you who insisted we end our ruse?” You asked coolly, arms crossing over your chest, your hip jutting out to the side.

Satoru lifted his chin high, stubborn and prideful. “I simply wanted to admire the flowers.” He gestured to the few dried, brown buds still attempting to cling to the last vestiges of summer before they succumbed to autumn’s decay.

“You’re a dreadful liar.”

—-

The Duke rounded on you, his crystalline eyes glowing with a foreign anguish in the night air. “Because you do not know what it is like to — to burn for someone who does not feel as you do!”

Your arms fell limply to your sides as the weight of Gojo’s tacit admission choked the air from your lungs.

“Burn?” You repeated, voice hardly more than a whisper. “You — you burn for me?” Your feet moved or their own accord, closing the careful distance you’d tried to maintain between yourself and this — infuriating man.

Satoru’s face fell as he realized his slip, and with a heavy sigh, he ran a hand over his tired face. When he finally looked back to you, your stomach fluttered at the pure anguish in his expression. “Why do you think I came out here? So abruptly?”

How vain you’d been to think your ruse incapable of progressing behind either of your controls; that it would not end exactly where you now stood.

It was then or never. “Why do you think I followed?”

A wind shifted through the garden, disturbing the fallen leaves which had gathered on the orderly, cobblestoned garden path. But those leaves were crushed beneath the Duke’s urgent steps as he closed the distance between you. His hands found your jaw and he looked to you only once before he slammed his mouth down over yours, his fingers digging into your cheeks as though he could keep you rooted there, utterly his to consume.

And you let him.

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theemporium · 10 months

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golden retriever and black cat dynamic for sirius black x reader please maybe with him flirting with her and she usually never responds or reacts but one time she flirts back and he's just flustered but she walks away giving him a kiss on the lips maybe

thank you for requesting!🖤

part two

If there was one thing about Sirius Black, it was that he was utterly and undoubtedly insatiable when it came to you.

You were opposites as far as opposites could go. He was always bouncing around and happy to chat anyone’s ear off, you were happy to bask in the silence. He was a people person, you preferred spending time alone. The whole school knew Sirius Black like they were his best friends, you had a small inner circle you stuck to. He was the ever-loved Gryffindor bad boy with a reputation known by many, you were just the scary Slytherin most people avoided on a daily basis.

You were an unlikely match in anyone’s eyes and, yet, somehow you had captured the heart of one of the most beloved bachelors in Hogwarts in a way nobody could ever comprehend.

“Did I tell you that you look absolutely gorgeous in those colours today?”

“They are my house colours, Black,” you deadpanned, not even looking away from your bubbling cauldron.

“You’re right, I didn’t even notice,” he replied and before you could even stop him, he was leaning closer to you until his breath was tickling your cheek. “You’d look a lot better in red and gold though, love.”

“Over my dead body,” you grumbled and swatted him away as you concentrated on the potion you had been brewing throughout the class.

“Don’t break my heart like that, love,” Sirius responded with a cheeky smile.

To anyone else, the lacklustre responses and short replies would have been more than enough to drop any semblance of a conversation with you. But not with Sirius, never with Sirius. They were like a challenge for him and a lot of the time he enjoyed your witty responses. He liked to think he was wearing you down, starting to at least reach friendship level boundaries with you even if everyone else said he was an idiot for trying.

But it became like a nice routine for the boy, something he would complete every day and know he got to see you each day as well. It was a comfort he enjoyed.

“Good morning, darling,” he greeted you as he approached you as you made your way towards the gardens. It had been a Saturday morning tradition of yours, one that Sirius picked up on and always managed to intercept with a charmed thermo of hot coffee ready for you.

“Morning, Black,” you grumbled in response as you reached for the thermo without any arguments needed from his side.

Sirius blinked, as if processing your lack of resistance, before he quickly spun on his heel and continued to walk down the path with you.

“So, uh,” he cleared his throat, his brows furrowed together as he tried to string together a coherent sentence. “I…uh—”

You suddenly stopped and turned to face him. “Are you sick?”

Sirius frowned. “No.”

“Then why are you acting weird?” you asked him, your eyes narrowing slightly.

“You just—” but he cut himself off, just shaking head. “Nothing, love, I am completely fine.”

“Fine enough to go to the Three Broomsticks tonight?” you asked him.

Sirius only smirked. “As I do every weekend, darling. Didn’t realise you were keeping tabs on me.”

“Good,” you said with a nod of your head. “I’ll see you there at eight. It’s a date.”

Sirius’ jaw dropped as you walked away, his eyes barely blinking as he let out some pathetic noise that seemed to catch your attention as you turned back to look at him.

“You better not kiss with your mouth open like that, Black, otherwise this might be our only date,” you called out to him before you continued your walk towards the garden, leaving a slightly confused Sirius standing there with his cheeks burning a shade of red they had never seen before.

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satoruoo · 6 months

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✦°. THE COUPLE + THE CASHIER - toji fushiguro

"‘scuse me, miss?"

the cashier is no more than 15 minutes into her evening shift, and some customer who is almost guaranteed to ask the stupidest question is already bothering her. god, what evil did she do in a past life to deserve this? she quickly sucks in the exasperated sigh that threatens to escape her lips and steels herself for the worst as she turns around.

contrary to her previous beliefs, she's faced with the finest man she's ever seen in her life.

he's tall, towering at least a head above her with broad shoulders and a large frame. the compression shirt he's wearing and the dark sweats that hang low on his waist do no good to help slow her quickening heartbeat. his facial features are sharp, dark eyes and matching dark hair with a scar over his lips.

the only reason he's not intimidating her to the point of tears is the baby he's holding on his hip. a spitting image of him, the child has the same dark hair and eyes, gripping a small plush toy in his tiny fist.

"sorry t’bother," the man says, voice deep and gravelly, "was just wonderin’ where the baby aisle is."

she blinks, not even fully registering what he's saying. of course the big, beefy, incredibly sexy, and possible killer of a man is asking where the baby aisle is. the baby in question babbles loudly as the man adjusts his position on his hip. she swallows thickly, suddenly forgetting how to form coherent sentences.

"oh, uh, yeah, it's-" she doesn't get to finish as a voice as smooth as silk interrupts.

"love?"

his wife, she presumes by the way the man immediately twists his body to follow the voice, is a striking contrast to her husband with her far softer features and more approachable aura. she watches in silent awe as his body visibly relaxes, shoulders sagging in relief. the baby perks up too, his tiny hands making grabby motions toward the woman approaching them.

you're positively gorgeous, probably one of the most beautiful women the cashier ever laid eyes on. you're smiling as you ruffle the baby's hair, placing a quick kiss on his forehead lovingly eliciting a series of sweet giggles.

"toji, it took you less than five minutes to get lost." you scold lightly, biting back the smile that creeps up onto your lips and he places his free hand on the small of your back.

the cashier is struggling to believe her eyes. what a stunning couple the two of you made. she can see the resemblance between you and the baby now too. he may have his father's hair and eyes, but his nose and lips are all yours.

"sorry ma," the man, toji she thinks his name was, says, "megs wanted to look at the toys."

you raise an eyebrow. "megs can't even talk yet, babe."

toji chuckles, his lips tipping up into a lazy grin. he can't refute that one, it seems.

"sorry about him," you say, turning to the cashier as megumi tries to get a grip on your hair before toji pulls him away, "my husband can be on the stupider side. i hope he didn't bother you."

you may have said some harsh words, but the cashier can tell it's all in mirthful adoration when toji grins and presses a kiss to your temple.

"ah, no, it's fine." is all she manages to say through the large lump in her throat.

you smile at her, thanking her for her time as you take toji's hand, guiding him to the correct aisle.

the cashier stands motionless for a moment or two, still dazed from her experience with the crazy attractive man with his insanely attractive wife and their stupidly adorable baby. she doesn't think she'll ever complain about her job again.

BONUS:

"toji, don't you think that cashier was adorable?" you ask as you browse through the brands of diapers on the shelf.

your husband scoffs, snorting through his nose while he pretends to be useful by looking through the baby wash.

"dunno, my eyes are only ever on you, doll. didn't get a good look." he says, "saw how she was eye-fuckin’ you, though."

you almost drop the pack in your hands at his crude comment.

"not in front of megumi." you remind, "and she was not eye-fucking me."

toji grins, coming up behind you to gently nip your neck, "either way, ‘s too bad for her, ‘cause you're already happily married."

you hum, looking fondly at megumi before tilting your head up to give toji a kiss.

"i suppose."

"hey! the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

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maddiebuckley · 6 months

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TILE TRANSITION TUTORIAL

a couple of people have asked me for a tutorial on how I did the penultimate gif in this set, so here goes! this is my first tutorial, so please feel free to reach out with further questions if anything's unclear.

note: this tutorial assumes you know the basics of gifmaking, can create the base gifs, and are familiar with timeline mode.

STEP ONE: create the base gifs! I'd recommend staying between 25-40 frames for each gif, since the transitions we'll use later tend to increase gif sizes. these are the ones I'll be using for this tutorial:

STEP TWO: create the guide layouts for both base gifs. for this panel, I chose a 4x4 grid — I would recommend keeping the number of "tiles" low because it can get tedious, but have a minimum of 9 (3x3 grid).

now your canvas should look like this:

STEP THREE: create the tiles. this is where the going gets rough; there might be easier ways to do this that I couldn't think of 😭 if there are any please send me an ask!

essentially, in this step we'll cut up the base gifs into smaller squares so that each tile can be manipulated separately when we put both gifs together. to do this, first create a square using the rectangle tool and the guides. then duplicate the base gif, move it above the square, apply a clipping mask, and then convert the clipped gif and square (selected in the image below) into one smart object.

ALTERNATELY: you could duplicate the original base gif and use layer masks to isolate tiles. create a layer mask for the duplicated gif layer and, with the layer mask selected, drag your mouse over a square (using the guide layout) and press delete. then press ctrl/cmd + i to invert the layer mask so that the gif only shows in the square of your choosing.

now repeat until you've got the entire gif in tiles, and do the same for the other gif!

since the transition effect is achieved by staggering the crossfades for each tile of the final gif, you can cheat by having multiple tiles "flip" at a time, ideally no more than four. this means you need to cut the base gif up into fewer pieces. to do this, simply draw multiple squares instead of one and then merge the shapes, before duplicating and clipping the gif onto them.

if you do this, it's essential to remember that you have to divide both gifs up in the exact same way. each piece of the b/w gif has to correspond to a piece of the purple gif!

this is what the layers look like for each gif once I'm done:

I have them lettered so that it'll be easier to match them up in the next step.

STEP FOUR: this is the complicated bit that took me two days to figure out. I'll do my best to explain but don't hesitate to reach out if something isn't clear!

to begin, open up a new psd and import both base gifs into it. (remember to click "create video timeline" and ensure that your gifs are all in order before proceeding.)

now, the trickiest part about this transition is ensuring that all the little tiles sync up so that the larger gif is coherent. so first we'll create some markers (just empty layers) to ensure that everything lines up as it should. — marker 1: at about halfway through the first gif (b/w in this case) — marker 2: at about a quarter of the gif length — marker 3: close to the end of the gifs

at this point we're ready to start bringing in the tiles. I'm going to delete the base gifs from this new psd just to keep things cleaner!

first thing to do is import my b/w tile. move the timeline slider over to marker 1 and split the first gif. (if it helps, rename the split gifs and add (start) and (end) to the two halves.) then, move the (end) half to the beginning of the timeline, and the (start) half to line up with marker 3.

the purple tile is easier to manage. simply import it into the psd and line it up with marker 2.

your timeline should now look like this:

notice the overlap between the gifs at their beginnings and ends — this is where you'll be able to cascade the tiles flipping, so it helps to have a significant amount of overlap.

crop the three gifs for this tile as you see fit! since this is the first tile I want to flip from b/w to purple, I'll crop gif 1a (end) all the way to the current position of the timeline slider (red line with blue tip) and leave the beginning of gif 2a uncropped. for the flip from purple to b/w, I'll crop both gifs a bit.

once that's done, drag all three gifs onto the same level in timeline so they form a video group. your timeline should look something like this:

now you just repeat the process for all the other tiles! as long as you made sure that all the tiles in one gif correspond with tiles in the other gif in step three, this should be a fairly painless process. make sure to crop the starts/ends of the gifs separately so that they don't all flip together.

this is what my layers look once I've done all the tiles:

and the gif!

STEP FIVE: transitions! click on the half-white square (top right of the left column in the timeline, beside the scissors) and select the crossfade transition, then drag it between two gifs in a video group. it should create a two-triangle symbol and shorten the overall length of the video group.

apply the transition to all the tile flips, ensuring that the duration of all transitions is constant. this can sometimes be tricky because ps likes to change the duration of each transition, so right click on the transition symbol and manually change all your transition durations to be the same.

your layers should now look something like this:

STEP SIX: draw the grid. bring back the guide layout from step two and using the line tool (I like 2px thickness), trace the grid. adjust opacity as you see fit (50-80% is usually a good idea), so that the canvas looks like this:

STEP SEVEN: export and celebrate! you're done!

I hope this tutorial made sense and was easy to follow, and happy giffing! my inbox is always open for any questions <3

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.

I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.

How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!

Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs 😭)

Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3

join the party

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face.

“Remus?” you knock again. “Come on, let me in.”

After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, you’d really be quite offended. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You hold up your bag. “I didn’t think you’d want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.”

Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. “Let me in, Rem.”

He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. There’s half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement.

Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it.

“Sorry about the mess,” he says dully. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Course you weren’t,” you wave him off. “How could you have been? You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty.

“It’s okay, honey,” you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. “You’re allowed to take some time to yourself. It’d be nice if you’d let me know in the future, but I’m not upset at you. I promise.”

His features relax slightly, a tension you’d barely noticed around his eyes easing. “Thanks, love. Sorry.”

“It’s really alright,” you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. “Listen, you seem like you’re not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and I’ll handle all the trick-or-treaters.”

“Yeah?” Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. “That sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.”

“Course,” you say brightly, and you’re unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. “Okay, we have some options.”

Remus hums. “Well, there’s Halloween, the obvious choice.”

“But too obvious?” you muse. “I mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Let’s not be hasty.” He chuckles, and your heart flutters. “I know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. Um…Dracula is good…oh! This one’s my favorite.”

Remus looks to where you’re pointing. “The Werewolf of Washington?”

You pretend you don’t hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. “Yup! It’s so funny, and I like that it’s technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves aren’t really scary.”

He pauses. “You don’t think so?”

You do your best to appear blasé, knowing you have to tread carefully here. “No, of course not,” you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. “I mean, they’re dangerous, sure, but as people, they don’t really mean any harm. It’s not their fault.”

Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously.

“If I were a werewolf, I’d hope my friends wouldn’t care about me any less. It’s not like it’s me, it’s just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?”

“No,” Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where they’re just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. “I think it’s more about if there’s anything you want to tell me.”

He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. “Seems like you already know.”

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” you say genuinely, grateful that he hasn’t pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “I know it’s your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but I’ve known for awhile, and when James told me how down you’ve been this week—”

“What,” Remus says sharply, “did James say exactly.”

“He only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought you’d rather be alone.” Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt.

“He didn’t have to tell me, honey,” you say quietly. “I guessed on my own. I know it’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. “I just wish you wouldn’t assume it’d be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.”

You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small.

“I don’t care, you know,” you go on, emboldened. “I just want to be there for you. It’s killed me not being there for you every month. I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness.

“Would you watch some movies with me, please?” you ask enticingly. “Or we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.”

“You sure you want to stick around?” he asks, and you know he’s talking about more than just tonight. “This time of the month is not pleasant. I’m not pleasant.”

You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. “I don’t need you to be pleasant,” you tell him. “I just need you to let me be here.”

Remus sighs. “Alright, but we’re watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.”

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anatay004 · 4 months

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ꜰɪɴɴɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴅᴀɪʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴅ (part four)

ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ 70ᴛʜ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ — ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ-ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ꜱɴᴏᴡ.

"YOU LOOK ETHEREAL."

Your stylist's voice filled the room, but your mind was too preoccupied with scrutinizing the stranger who stared back at you in the mirror. You didn't recognize yourself underneath all of the makeup and expensive fabric that lingered on your skin. You felt unrecognizable.

Your stylist had outdone himself.

Your hair cascaded down your back in voluminous waves that could've stolen the show on their own. But the dress — that's what made you hold back your breath, it was absolutely beautiful. It resembled a mermaid, an old tale of District Four that was often whispered to children during bedtime stories. It was a white-blue dress that wrapped around your frame perfectly, from top to bottom. It was adorned with bits of crystals and the illusion of scales, albeit it was a little too revealing for your liking, but you supposed it was all part of the show.

"Snow requested the dress himself." Your stylist informed me when he noticed the curious look on your face. You didn't reply right away, too pensive to word a phrase out. If Snow was putting such an effort into your attire, it could only mean he wanted you to outshine the rest of the tributes. Win the sponsors. You supposed he was doing his part of the deal after all.

"It's beautiful." You managed to whisper at last, to which your stylist only chuckled.

"You are beautiful." He corrected, taking a few steps closer to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "The dress is merely an accessory."

"Thank you." You smiled at him, feeling suddenly grateful for his kindness. It wasn't often when you got to come across generous people in the games, but you were lucky to have him.

"Go on," He beckoned you gently out of the room. "People are waiting for you, princess."

You smiled at him before following his instructions and making your way to the carriages. Most of the tributes were already there, waiting by their horses with extravagant attires and spellbound features that made it quite hard for you to not stare. After a few minutes, you eventually glanced over your shoulder in search of Finnick, but an annoyed expression quickly settled over your face when you realized he was talking to Katniss.

A little too close to your liking.

"A mermaid," Peeta's voice suddenly slid into your thoughts and you instinctively turned to face him. He was standing a few feet away from you, offering a harmless smile as he continued, "I didn't know mermaids were part of District Four's contribution to the Capitol."

"That's because you haven't heard about our bedtime stories," You replied, returning your attention back to the horses in front of you. It was more than evident you didn't want to encourage the interaction between the two of you, but Peeta, somehow, chose to ignore it.

"You mean the bedtime stories where the mermaids seduced the sailors who tried to escape District Four and were dragged down to the bottom of the sea."

For a moment, you went quiet as you realized he knew exactly what he was talking about. "How do you know that?" You asked curiously, turning back to face him again.

Peeta simply shrugged. "I did my research."

His answer seemed harmless, but you couldn't help, but narrow your eyes at him. Was he trying to fool you? Manipulate you? Did he know about Snow's plan to eliminate him and Katniss through Finnick and you?

Did he know anything at all?

Or was he simply being nice?

But before you could coherent an answer, he softly added, "You look beautiful, by the way."

You were taken aback by his words, and given by the sheepish look on his face, it showed. But, before you could thank him, Finnick's frame unexpectedly appeared next to you, and, given by the expression on his face, he was not content.

"Peeta." Finnick greeted dryly.

"Finnick." Peeta returned nonchalantly, before offering you another smile and retracing his steps back to his carriage, where Katniss waited.

"What did he want?" Finnick asked suddenly, once Peeta was out of your line of vision.

"He asked about the old mermaid tales from back home." You explained, trying to ignore the evident brittleness in his voice.

"Oh, yeah?" Finnick scoffed, and you noticed a visible tick in his jaw when you looked up to meet his gaze. "Then why are you blushing?"

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words quickly froze on the tip of your tongue when you felt the heat in your face.

"Tributes, you may now board your carriages."

"Didn't know lover boy made you nervous." Finnick taunted, examining your face very carefully as if he almost wanted to catch every single expression that flitted across your features in that minute.

"He doesn't." You argued back, but your words were merely just words to Finnick. And he remained awfully quiet when you eventually climbed inside the carriage and went on with the show.

The elevator ride to the fifth floor of the training center was painfully awkward. After the tribute parade had ended, you were instructed to go back to your floor to rest for the night. What you didn't expect, however, was to be stuck in the elevator with no other than the lovers from District Twelve, Haymitch Abernathy, and a very pissed Finnick Odair standing right behind you.

The tribute parade was a success on your part. With your attire and Finnick's charm, the crowd went wild in your presence. You'd stolen the show, as your stylist had stated. Hence the reason you supposed Katniss was glaring at you from the far end corner of the elevator.

You knew she was not content. Snow had succeeded in taking the spotlight off the lovers from District Twelve by placing you and Finnick in the games. And, by the funny look on Haymitch's face, you were almost certain he was well aware of what was happening.

"Nice job out there, kids." Haymitch congratulated, breaking the straining silence in the elevator. You threw him a faint smile over your shoulder but didn't reply, afraid that you might just ruin the fleeting moment of peace.

Until Finnick decided to open his mouth.

"Thanks," Finnick replied, but you were quick to register the general air of boredom in his tone. "I found your presence quite heartwarming, considering the obvious."

"What's the obvious?" Peeta suddenly challenged.

"He doesn't mean anything — " You began, stretching your hand back to grab Finnick's arm in silent indication for him to shut up.

" — You know what's the obvious." Finnick continued, ignoring your gesture.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Guys, let's just calm down, okay?" Haymich interjected, raising his hands in defeat. "It's been a long day for everyone, maybe it would be better to cool down and leave it at that, alright?"

You agreed and, unconsciously, turned to look at Peeta, hoping to see a much calmer demeanor on him. But, to your surprise, he was already looking at you — examining you, as if he almost wanted to piece something together. You blinked, caught off guard, before snapping your eyes to the side.

Sheepishly.

Finnick scoffed behind you.

"Whatever you say," Finnick responded as the elevator's door parted. You made to take a step forward and exit the insufferable elevator quickly, but your muscles faltered when Finnick placed a hand behind your back as he blurted out. "Wanna join me in the shower?"

You almost stumbled forward when you heard the words roll out of Finnick's mouth. He'd done it on purpose for Peeta to hear, you were certain, but it didn't make the matter any less flustering. And you silently glared at him, trying to stifle the flush that tinged the skin of your cheeks as you made your way out the elevator.

But Finnick only smirked, dimples creasing the side of his cheeks as he followed behind.

At least, he'd made you flush harder than Peeta.

"You're a child."

"Because I embarrassed you in front of lover boy?" Finnick quipped once you'd both stepped inside your shared floor in the building. Your mouth fell almost agape at his accusation — you looked at him incredibly. Because you couldn't believe him, of all people, could even possibly question the love you'd for him.

After everything you'd both been through. After everything you’d planned on sacrificing for him. It was infuriating, it made your blood boil and you couldn't help, but clench your jaw tightly. "Would you stop that?"

"It was just an observation," He argued, dismissing the frosty look you threw at him. "It's not my fault you can't be discreet."

You scoffed. "You're crazy."

"Am I?" Finnick questioned, tilting his head to look at you squarely in the face. You were standing a few feet from each other, inhaling the suffocating tension that lingered inside the room. "Because I could've sworn you look at Peeta strangely in the same way you look at me."

You wanted to open your mouth and argue against his stupid point. Highlighting that it was almost impossible for you to look at anyone else in the same loving way you looked at him. That no one could ever compare to Finnick, that your love for him was not something finite — but rather eternal, something that was necessary for you to survive; like air to your lungs.

But you didn't none of that.

The anger that retaliated in the pit of your stomach made you bite back your tongue. For some reason, you didn't feel like fueling his enormous ego. So, instead, you crossed your arms over your chest and lowly spat, "Well, you did break up with me."

That made his jaw tick.

"Last time I checked," You added, taking a few deliberate steps towards his frame. "I can look at whoever I want in whatever way I damn want. So, sleep with that in mind, Finnick."

You made to walk away, but his fingers latched onto your wrist before you could even take another step forward. And, within a blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the nearest wall, and your arms were pinned to your sides.

"You're a liar." Finnick expressed, holding you in place as his lips parted to expose his perfect teeth. "A terrible one, actually.”

"Am I?" You challenged, lifting your head to meet his gaze evenly. He was right, of course, you were a terrible liar, but you didn't feel like losing this fight without pushing down his bottoms.

"I can bet on it."

"Get over yourself."

"You're so pretty when you talk back." Finnick grinned, leaning forward until the tip of his nose was brushing against yours. You swallowed hard at the short proximity between your faces, his breath pressed against your flushed skin shamelessly; hot and unapologetic. He took a moment to take you in, to scrutinize you whole — from head to toes, until you practically felt naked under his gaze. "So pretty..."

Your breath stilled in your throat when his hands traveled down to your hips, slowly anchoring themselves on your skin. You opened your mouth to protest, but your words died down when he brushed his lips over yours — very faintly. Parting his mouth just enough so he could taste the shaky breaths rushing out your lungs.

"Join me in the shower." He suddenly repeated.

Your head got love-struck as you tried to coherent an answer. His lips were tempting, the grip on your hips felt worshiping, and the desperate crack in his voice sounded almost like an altar. You should've said no, pushed him away, and walked away. You should've ignored the addicting feeling that sank in your stomach, the adrenaline that pumped in your blood, and the heat between your legs.

But you, somehow, couldn't.

So, you ended up joining Finnick in the shower.

And you don't remember exactly how you got there or how you got undressed. But you remember being pressed against the wall as his hand gripped the back of your thigh and hooked your leg around his waist. As the water cascaded down your naked bodies and washed away the moans that ricocheted off the walls of the room.

You remember his hips rolling against yours and your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered his name. And, it was at that moment, when you belatedly realized something. It didn't matter how much he pushed you away or how badly you wanted to forget about him — you would always run back to each other.

Whether you like to admit it or not.

To say you were confused the next day was an understatement. You were trapped, swallowed whole by an enigma that felt far from being elucidated. You thought something had finally knitted together after sleeping with Finnick, but — to your disbelief, it wasn't necessarily the case.

You woke up alone that morning to Mags shaking you awake for breakfast. And, after you'd blinked the bleariness away, you subconsciously turned to Finnick's side; only to find it empty and cold. You'd asked Magd about him, but she was as perplexed as you were and you decided not to push the matter. But, it wasn't until you were beckoned to the training center that evening that you eventually saw him.

He was chatting with Katniss across the room.

You watched him silently as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks. You supposed he was trying to get something out of her — a secret, perhaps, or anything that could benefit you both. But there was just something about the way that he boyishly smiled at her that made you tense.

So, you decided to look away.

You'd been specifically instructed to search for allies by Mags. Given the circumstances and the obvious disadvantages at hand, your chances of survival were higher if you stuck with a few of the tributes for a few days inside the arena.

You hated the idea, but you decided not to argue against her indications. So, you scanned the different stations in the training center and paid close attention to the tributes inside the room. You weren't overwhelmed by your choices, except for maybe Johanna, whom you had a friendship with prior to the games and were more than sure would be your ally, but you supposed you'd to start somewhere else too.

So, you decided to walk over to the knot-tying station. You were good with knots, after growing up in District Four, you'd learn to make fishing nets and other traps commonly used in the area. And you were so deep in thought, forming loops at the end of ropes when someone approached you from behind.

"Hi." Peeta smiled, establishing a comfortable distance between you.

"Hi." You returned, a little quiet when you turned to face him.

"You look like you could use a friend." He expressed, walking over to the knot-tying station to accommodate himself next to you. He seemed rather clueless when he took a rope in his hand and you couldn't help, but feel a little bad for him. So, despite your better judgment, you leaned a little closer to guide him.

"We're not friends." You reminded him, before taking his hand and guiding his fingers around the ropes, until he was crossing two and forming a decent half-knot. "There."

"That's not what I remember." He argued, before examining the knot quietly with a smile.

"What?" You asked, completely confused.

"I remember, you know?" He elaborated, and your shoulders slumped in realization. "The night at the Capitol, when Snow threw that ridiculous party in our honor to celebrate our victory. I remember you, standing there alone in the corner of the room. You were dressed in the prettiest shade of orange I've ever seen before and I remember thinking, 'How could a girl like her be possibly alone tonight' because you were like a beam of light across the room."

"Peeta..." You began, as your chest tightened with his words, but he dismissed you.

"But then you came back from the mansion somewhere after midnight. After you'd been gone for what felt like hours — and you were crying, face damped with tears that you’d tried so hard to clean as Finnick trailed behind you. But you looked like you wanted to hide, so, I asked you to dance and you took my hand without hesitation."

You faltered at his words, remembering the scene vividly. It’d happened after you’d discovered Finnick with another woman; before you’d even known that he was forced into prostitution by President Snow. When you’d thought that he’d betrayed you just for fun and Peeta’s arms had seemed like the safest shelter. When you’d dance with him for the rest of the night and he’d rubbed your back in silent comfort when you shook from anger.

When he’d the best thing at the party.

"I remember," Peeta repeated, examining your features very carefully as if he almost wanted to elucidate something in his head. “So, yeah, I think it's safe to say we're friends, (Y/N)."

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words never managed to escape your mouth. And, when you’d finally coherent something, Peeta’s face hardened as he looked past your shoulder at something — someone. “Just think about it.” He offered, before smiling at you and tracing his steps back to Katniss.

You didn't need to be a genius to know Finnick was standing right behind you. If looks could have killed, you’d been three feet underground. But, in that moment, despite you knowing better — you couldn't take your eyes off Peeta Mellark.

(A/N)

So, Finnick Odair x reader x Peeta Mellark…maybe? I’ll love to read your thoughts on it, comments are very much appreciated in this blog.

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nayomi247 · 24 days

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A Deal With The Devil

A/N: This came to me like a week ago right before I was about to fall asleep. I just knew I had to do it. NOT PROOF READ

Pairing: Lucifer/Human f!Reader

Contents: Smut, fluff, kissing, bondage, begging, biting, p in v sex, dirty talk, dom Lucifer, overstimulation, mentions of past abuse, confessions

Work below the cut🤞🏻

You never considered yourself to be religious, but there became a point in your life where you'd turn to anything. Even if you ended up on your knees with the devil himself's cock in your mouth.

As a human, you have a multitude of problems going on in your life, that including being in an abusive relationship with your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to leave, but you had no where to go. So, like any sane person, you turned to the devil. You offered him your soul for the disappearance of your boyfriend.

But he wanted more than just your soul. No one had the guts to summon him in years; and with his marriage falling apart... to say the least, this man was lonely. Well, one thing lead to another, and now here you sit, on your knees with the king of hell down your throat, both of your wrists tied behind you.

"Shit.." He groans, his hands holding the sides of your face as he shoves his cock further into your mouth. Your eyes water at the burning in your throat. "Doin' so good for me princess." He whispers, running one of his hands through your hair. "That- fuck- tongue of yours is sinful."

Your eyes move up to meet his. He swears that just by the way you look at him he could cum right there. His cock begins to shake, heavy breathing and grunts falling from his lips. He quickly pulls out and moves back.

"You're so beautiful." He places a hand on your cheek. "On the bed." He commands. You comply, standing up and sitting down on the edge, not able to get up there very well considering the fact your hands are still tied.

He makes his way over to you, picking you up by your waist crawling further up the bed. He flips you over and places your head on a pillow, lifting your ass in the air.

He rubs his hand over your skin, kneeding at the soft flesh. "Are you ready?" He asks. You hum and nod the best you can. He lines himself up, ans slowly enters your dripping hole. A whimper falling from both his and your lips. He slowly begins to move, making sure to take his time with you.

You whine and bite your lip, loving the way he fills you up. He drags in and out, starting to quicken his pace lightly.

"Fuck-" He says lowly with a pant. "You like this hm? You like having my cock inside you?" He grins, eyes closing to revel in the feeling. You moan, tears starting to stain your newly puffy cheeks.

He leans down and bites lightly into your shoulder, soothing the spot with his tongue right after. You whimper at the familiar coil starting to tighten in your stomach. "S-so.. close." You manage to say. "Yeah I know pretty girl, I can feel you clenching around me." Lucifer responds, picking up his pace and grabbing your hands as a stabilizer.

"Please.." You babble, surprised you can even form a coherent thought. "Please, what baby?" Lucifer coos at you, rubbing your back with his free hand. "Please.. let me cum." You whine, drool dribbling down your chin and onto the mattress. "Tell me something first," Lucifer starts as he leans down close to your ear. "Tell me who makes you feel good."

"Y-you do.." You whisper. "What was that sweetheart?" He asks. "I couldn't hear you." His teeth sink back into your shoulder.

"You!" You cry "It's all you! Fuck-! It's you Lucifer!" Your eyes squeezes shut. "Good girl." He smiles to himself and pulls back, pace faster and more ruthless than ever before. You bite down on your lip hard as he thrusts into you like it's the last time he ever will get to. But you both know that isn't true.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, making you shake and cry out his name into the pillow. He brings his hand around to in-between your thighs, rubbing your clit to make sure you get the most of this. You whine, falling to the bed. He swells with pride, knowing he's the only one who gets to see you in this state.

After you've calmed down, he begins to move once more. You shake your head, breathing beginning to pick up once more.

"Luci I can't." You say "Trust me Angel, I know your limits." He coos, rubbing an arm, which is still tied behind your back.

His breathing starts becoming heavier, moans falling from his lips. You knew he was close. "Oh- Oh my stars.. fuck sweetheart, you're making me feel so good." He grunts, fucking you into the mattress with a brutal pace. Once again, your orgasm overtakes you, you cry out his name once again. He isn't far behind, snapping his hips forward one last time before finishing in you.

He pulls out and falls beside you, his chest rising and falling deeply. He reaches over and pull the rope, setting you free. You sit up, legs shaky as you crawl over to him. You fall atop him and sigh.

"Too much?" He asks, kissing the crown of your head. "Uh uh." You say with a shake of your head. He wraps his arms around your frame and starts to rub his hands up and down your back.

"Isn't Lilith expecting you soon..?" You question, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. He sighs and shakes his head. "She can wait princess." He smiles and kisses you lightly. You smile back at him, laying your head back on his chest. He holds you tightly against him. Then suddenly- "I love you." He whispers and you tense up, not expecting that.

His grip on you immediately releases and he starts stammering. "I- I.. shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should um-" He goes to get up but you cut him off with a kiss. He's taken aback, and it's shown on his face. You smile at him as he goes back to stammering, this time inaudible babbling.

"Shh." You shush him with another kiss, your hands moving to each side of his face. "I love you too, Lucifer." He finally stops, laying there for a moment. You can see him trying to work it all out in his head. You love him too?

He smiles widely, face flushed. He also places his hands on your cheeks and he brings his lips to yours with a passion and tenderness you've never known before now. You both lay there, limbs entangled and hearts full.

You don't care that he's married. Though he isn't truly yours, he would always have your soul; and you'd always have his heart.

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HELLO!!! First actual story is out! I'm actually really happy with how this turned out even if it wasn't my original vision. I hope you guys like it regardless🫶🏻

Requests are always welcome!!

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eggluverz · 7 months

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DRAGONS AND DAFFODILS

PAIRING. tattoo artist!dan heng x gn!reader

WORD COUNT. 1,438

WARNINGS. 16+, slightly suggestive content? nothing explicit

SUMMARY. you impulsively walk into a tattoo shop, see a gorgeous man with blue eyes and a dragon tattoo along his arm, and immediately decide you need to get a tattoo from him now.

SOF’S NOTE. been wanting to get another tattoo so this is a random drabble that stemmed from that HDKAKFH hope y’all enjoy this lil au :> lets drool over tatted dan heng together <3

It wasn't your first tattoo, but just from walking in here, you knew it’d certainly be your most memorable.

You weren’t normally one to impulsively head into a tattoo shop and ask if they took walk-ins, but it was a random Friday night and this place happened to catch your eye as you were on your way home. The moment you walked inside, you instantly saw a gorgeous man with dark hair and a dragon tattoo and new you had come to the right place.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, glancing at the expression on your face as he wiped down the area of your upper thigh that he was about to work on.

You nodded. “A little.” But most likely not for the reasons he was thinking.

The man, who introduced himself as Dan Heng, gave you a comforting smile. It was charming enough to make your stomach flutter ever so slightly. You were definitely just a tad bit nervous. But it was more because of the pretty man giving you the tattoo, not the prospect of the tattoo itself.

“If you’re nervous, just know you can always ask for a break or have me slow down,” promised Dan Heng, giving you a gentle squeeze on your leg. “Remember, you control the pace here.”

You weren’t quite sure how you managed not to flush at his words and somehow articulated a coherent response.

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” you said, a smile on your face disguising your inner turmoil. He was so gentle, yet firm. Confident, but quiet. While you knew it was only a tattoo you were getting, you couldn’t help but fantasize a little.

Dan Heng hummed in response, transferring his design onto your thigh with the thermal stencil paper in the placement he viewed best. He took a step back and nodded, then gestured for you to stand in front of the mirror.

“How is the placement?”

You shifted around and admired his line art on your body. Even though it was just the stencil so far and not the finished product, you could already tell it would look even better than you asked for. “Perfect!”

Bouncing in excitement, you made your way back to the tattoo bed and Dan Heng got his needles and ink ready.

“You seem less nervous now,” he commented with a laugh, noticing the way you rushed over to get back into position for him to tattoo you.

You grinned sheepishly. “I guess seeing your design on me took the nerves away. Now I’m just excited!”

“I am glad to hear that.”

He held the tattoo pen in one hand and grabbed a clean cloth to wipe the excess ink. Soon, Dan Heng began the process. His gloved hand held your thigh firmly in place as the other began to work its magic. You stared at the gorgeous art on his arm to attempt to distract yourself from the inevitable pain and slight discomfort.

True to his word, he checked up on you often, asking if you needed him to slow down, and obliging when you asked for a small break. He got you some water and snacks as you propped yourself up on the tattoo bed for a small breather.

“We are almost done,” he promised, staring at the area just below your hip as he admired his work. “You’re doing so good.”

Your cheeks heated up at his compliment. While you have gotten tattoos before, you have never been praised like this by a tattoo artist. You wondered if he was like this to all his clients.

It was wishful thinking, but part of you hoped he wasn’t.

“So, does your tattoo hold any sort of meaning?” you asked, admiring the black and green inks of the long dragon as you took a sip of your drink.

He chuckled. “Which one?” Dan Heng pulled the black short sleeve of his shirt up to show you the full face on his shoulder and back. “If you’re talking about the dragon, then yes, I suppose it does.”

You blinked at him a few times, urging him to go on.

Dan Heng smiled and continued, “In Chinese culture, different colored dragons symbolize different things.”

Nodding, you eyed the blue and green hues along the serpentine body of the dragon.

“This in particular represents new life— That spring is coming.” He ran a finger down the length of his tattoo, drawing your eyes to the curvature of his arm muscles. “I’m particularly fond of the idea of new beginnings. As if we don’t need to be held back by our pasts.”

Though he didn’t elaborate, he had already opened up so much with just those words. You were grateful for this moment of vulnerability and connection, regardless on whether or not it was with a stranger you had just met.

“And does the tattoo you’re getting today mean something special to you?” asked Dan Heng, watching as you laid back down and exposed your upper thigh to him, preparing to continue the session. For a second too long his eyes travelled along the length of your legs, lingering on the smooth expanse of skin before turning his attention to the unfinished tattoo.

You smirked to yourself, purposely shifting the position of your leg to draw his attention back to it. As you predicted, Dan Heng’s gaze followed.

After a moment, you considered his question. While you didn’t come into the tattoo shop with a design in mind that symbolized something important to you, you felt that all tattoos were special because of the story around it.

“Not particularly,” you admitted, glancing at the beginnings of a beautifully drawn bundle of daffodils. “I mean, I’m aware of the symbolism that accompanies this flower, of course— Rebirth and new beginnings.” You smiled cheekily. “Uncannily similar to yours, but completely unintentional. I promise you that.”

He returned your smile with an amused look of his own. “A fateful coincidence, perhaps.”

“Exactly!” you laughed. “Still, the symbolism is not why I wanted it. I just think the flower is pretty and, ultimately, it does represent something I wouldn’t regret having drawn permanently on my body.” It was a simply thought, really. You thought the meanings behind people’s tattoos were sacred and special, but sometimes there was nothing more to it. And that was a good enough reason to get a tattoo as well. “But I will definitely always look back and remember the story of our first encounter whenever I see it.”

Dan Heng nodded, gloves back on as his hand rested on your thigh. “I find the experience of receiving a tattoo can, at times, be as significant as the intended meaning behind it.”

“I agree,” you said, wishing his gloves were off so you could feel the tips of his fingers against your bare skin instead. “And this will certainly be an experience I’ll never forget.”

“Good.” He smiled secretively, as if he could see right through your inner thoughts. Almost teasingly, he softly kneaded your thigh in a small, circular motion. “I won’t forget, either.” There was a sincerity in his tone that made you fully believe what he said. “Now, are you ready to continue?”

You nodded eagerly, already thinking of how pretty the finished outcome would look. “Yes, please!”

Putting all his focus into his art, Dan Heng turned on his tattoo gun and resumed inking your hip and thigh area. With soft and delicate strokes, he created a piece with body and movement. The petals were moving, not stagnant, and he wasn’t even fully finished.

“You should be my last client for the night,” he said quietly as he worked on his final touches, breaking the deep silence that settled between you. For a brief moment, Dan Heng looked up from his craft to meet your gaze. “After this, perhaps we could talk more over a late night food run?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting his sudden offer, but ecstatic nonetheless. You smiled as you said, “If I say yes, will you tell me more about your tattoos?”

He nodded. “Whatever you want to know.”

“I want to learn it all.” Your gaze roamed all over his body, lingering on the toned biceps of his arms, meticulously adorned with the length of the dragon, before landing on the defined muscles of his chest hidden behind his shirt.

With a knowing smile, Dan Heng seemed to understand the hidden implications behind your innocent words. His heavy-lidded eyes seemed to examine all parts of your body, only returning the favor.

“I’m due time,” he promised, “you'll learn everything there is to know.”

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