#take a random picture of him? awkward thumbs up

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Price is the ultimate thumbs up husband

#captain john price #captain john price x reader #ask him for something? thumbs up #plan something? thumbs up #text him what you’re making for dinner and he’s too busy to reply? thumbs up #take a random picture of him? awkward thumbs up

[blublublujk]

nobody knows (2)

-> part 1

word count: 3k

genre: established relationship (hard dom x slutty sub)

pairing: hoseok x reader and jungkook x reader

summary:

a few minutes pass as you entertain yourself on some random game on your phone before he messages again. daddy: if you even think of actually going out with a friend i’ll chop their dick off.  me: who said it would be a man?  daddy: have fun then baby don't stay out too late! 

warnings: [please read if you are sensitive] hard dom hoseok!!, needy sub reader!!, hoseok is actually sweeter this time, cheating ig?, reader gets her period, explicit sexual content: idk how i forgot this last time but DADDY KINK, thumb sucking, blowjob, throat-fucking, pictures during sex, shy awkward virgin jungkook, sexting, cum on panties, suggestive language

a.n: i'd let this hoseok ruin my fucking life. this is so fun. can you tell he's my bias >.< tbh im making up all plot on spot i wanted to explore the actual relationship first before we see anything else of jk x reader. hoseok can be sweet... he needs to fuck the reader already!!! anyways thanks for being very patient with me. see you on the next one ^.^

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“baby.” hoseok’s lips are warm against your cheek, hot breath hitting the soft skin. “i’m off to work.”

your voice is groggy, hair a mess, but it doesn’t stop you from flinging out of bed in a pout. “already? you said we could do breakfast.”

“yeah, well plans changed. i really needa finish this song i’m working on. i’ll be back before dinner. no promises though.” hoseok doesn’t hesitate to say the words, he doesn’t look back as he fixes his collar and brushes fingers through his bed hair. an apology would be nice, but it never comes. 

this is the third time this week hoseok misses breakfast, much less makes it to dinner. somehow always managing to create more work for himself and keep busy while you rot away in the dormitory. it wasn’t fair to you, though you can’t really say you didn’t sign up for this. you knew exactly what this lifestyle came with, fame and money only meant hoseok would never truly be yours as you are his and you had to simply respect that. as sad and lonely as you can be at times. 

“but daddy—” 

“not now angel, you’ll be good for me right?” and just like that you succumb to his strong, firm demeanor. he digs his thumb into the fat of your cheeks, flicking your bottom lip. hoseok licks his own, watching your mouth take his thumb. immediately he feels your warm tongue, sucking him in like a vice, mouth so pliant and fuckable. 

he takes that as a ‘yes daddy’ the way you look up at him while you suck on his thumb like the sweet girl you are. eyes heavy and lustful. 

well, if he isn’t gonna do breakfast with you as he promised, you’ll get yours right now. two can play the same game, but only one wins in the end. something tells you that you fall victim to the game anyways, it was never yours to win. 

your hands find his waistband as you look up to him with hopeful eyes. he’ll probably be late if he plays this game, but it’s too much fun to resist. plus, which man on earth is known for rejecting a blowjob. certainly not this one. 

hoseok tugs his pants down, allowing you to pull down his boxers as his cock springs to life. he takes his thumb out of your mouth and caresses your cheek carelessly, smearing your own spit all over it. the things he would do for that face, so pretty and willing. and all fucking his.

you get to work and on your knees immediately. grabbing his cock in your hands, you lick and suck the tip while hoseok throws his head back, feeling you slurp him down. he fails to resist the temptation to fuck your throat so with no warning he holds a tight grip of your hair and forces your head down. mouth hot and tight around him, wetting his cock so nicely. 

eyes springing tears already, but alas he’s not gentle. he fucks your throat and you feel him grow larger in your mouth, drooling spit all over yourself. “fuck baby, you’re perfect.”

you moan airily, struggling to breathe as he thrusts harder, throat stretching for him and him only. just like you were made for it. 

he groans, feeling that warm wet grip swallowing around him. “just like that, such a slut for it. don’t think you deserve my cum.”

you shake your head profusely, sad-eyes looking up at him while sharp eyes mirror your own. his lips tug at the end and he’s smirking watching you desperately beg for it. 

he releases his grip, spit instantly drips from your mouth, covering yourself with your own juices. it’s a mess, but you both love it for different reasons. his dick stands tall and proud, swollen and wet around the tip. 

he starts to fuck his own fist, thanks to you, he doesn’t even got to spit on it anymore. his dick is wet plenty. he watches your lustful eyes crave for it, practically foaming at the mouth for it. though you are still gasping for air, you wish he would just fuck it out of you again. you want him so so so bad. 

your hands try to reach up at him, but he slaps them away, he isn’t rough and it doesn’t really hurt, but the warning is enough for you to drop them back down. your hands start to rub against your bare thighs, iching to release your own arousal. 

“baby’s horny?” it’s like he’s teasing you, almost laughing in your face, his cock is so close to your face you can still taste it. 

you instantly nod though with hopes that he’ll help you out. 

“yeah? you need daddy’s cock inside you?” hoseok taps his cock against your cheek, pre-cum smearing onto it. it’s cruel the way he toys with his food, but what can he do when you react so beautifully to it. you’re just too easy. 

“yes. plu-please.” you whine. 

“yes what.” he barks.

“yes d-daddy. i want it so bad.” 

you hear him hum pleased, as he continues to jack himself off, he’s getting close and you know it, because his eyes start to hood and he’s breathing heavier. all the more of a reason you wish he would just shove it in you, your pussy is dripping wet for it. if only he were to see himself, he would never stop fucking you!

“stand up.” he orders.

fucking finally.

with wobbly legs you stand and he rough pulls down your shorts. a hand still heavy on his cock, gripping the fuck out of it. 

“let me see inside those pretty panties.” 

hoseok wastes no time to nut his seed all over the inside of it, covering your bare cunt with his juices and dripping all over the fabric. you both look down as his cum decorates the inside of your panties so beautifully, both panting at the sight. “stay there.” 

the taller tugs his pants back up and grabs his phone. he pulls you in for a sudden quick kiss before he takes a picture of the mess he made. “such a perfect sub.” 

with another kiss, he puts his phone away and grabs your wrists, tugging your hands off your panties. your panties sit back so prettily and wet against your pussy now. they are sticky and it feels pretty gross against your skin, but you start to forget about it when you feel hoseok’s tongue down your throat. 

he finally pulls away with one final kiss, pulling your shorts back on. “go back to bed baby.”

“but ‘m not tired.” you mumble, still horny as ever. cunt begging for cock. anything. 

“don’t pout angel. it won’t get you anywhere. i’ll be back later. behave.” and with that, hoseok leaves to work (or so he says), leaving you wet and lonely. 

to no surprise, hoseok in fact does not make it to dinner. to your surprise, he’s kind enough to leave you a sweet text message instead though. 

daddy: [attached image] miss that perfect pussy. you’re so beautiful you know that?

me: you missed dinner

daddy: that’s no way to talk to me angel  i said no promises

me: yeah well, i’ll just have dinner with a friend instead ig

daddy: who? 

me: wouldn’t you love to know.

daddy: you know i’ll find out anyways?  like you could hide anything from me

me: you’re an ass

daddy: you are what you eat

you don’t bother to reply nor entertain his not so funny jokes, but your phone buzzes again to absolutely no surprise. however the following message makes your heart fall straight out of your ass. 

daddy: i’m sorry angel.  i promise to be home for dinner tomorrow. is that better? 

the pit of your stomach burns, really it’s the bare fucking minimum, but you can’t help the way it flips into butterflies. a smile forming on your face. 

me: yes daddy

daddy: good girl the very best

a few minutes pass as you entertain yourself on some random game on your phone before he messages again.

daddy: if you even think of actually going out with a friend i’ll chop their dick off. 

me: who said it would be a man? 

daddy: have fun then baby don't stay out too late! 

hoseok’s messages make you giggle so hard. sometimes you forget this is the person you are with, the one you share every little moment with, and the one that would absolutely kill you despite your entire past with him for thinking about someone else. someone younger, bit buffer, close to them. the person they’ve always known all their life. and here you are contemplating doing it all over again. it’s scary how thrilling it all feels. a pawn in your own game and you don’t even know it. 

luckily for you and unfortunately for hoseok, there’s no dinner and especially no friend, but there is jungkook. he’s home again, earlier than everyone, as expected. 

the younger follows the same routine he has as soon as he gets home. he immediately hops into a quick shower and doesn’t come out to eat till way later. busying himself with who knows what. 

jungkook is a bit awkward, more nervous, and careful around you since the whole movie situation, the one where your tits were out by the end of it while he was driving holes into them with his eyes. 

it makes you a bit frustrated. at this point, you're begging for attention and he hardly budges, but you also understand his fear. 

“that was good noona, thanks.” jungkook picks up his plate, rushing to wash it off and lock himself back in his room. 

you hardly ever make dinner like that, but you figured it would be a great way to pass time and an excuse to get off your ass and do something that doesn’t involve rotting away in bed, lonely and horny. and all very much alone. this way, you don’t have to be alone. this way, jungkook fills the empty spot and he doesn’t even know it. 

jungkook is quick in the kitchen and you hate it. you obviously weren’t gonna let this happen, not under these circumstances, and not in this way. not after everything. “jungkookie, can you do me a favor?” 

“s-sure.” his hands are wet from the sink as he places the plate down, eyes hesitant to look up. 

“it’s just, i just got my period and my stomach hurts. a lot.” a hand caresses your tummy lightly, putting pressure where it hurts. thankful that your period arrived after this eventful/uneventful morning. 

“oh… im sorry. can i help?” he asks to be nice, not denying you a damn thing. 

“can you massage it?” you plead without shame.

“me-e?” he stutters, pointing at himself, flushing pink.

“mhm, who else silly!” 

jungkook awkwardly laughs. “yeah okay. lay down noona, i’ll try to make things better.” 

with that your back goes on the couch while you look up at him with sweet eyes. “thank you jungkookie, it feels much better when someone else is doing it.” 

“yeah, of course.” he lamely replies. 

very carefully, you slide your shirt up, revealing much more skin than intended (not really though). the mounds of your breasts sit so pretty like this and it leaves nothing to his imagination. your underboob peaks through and jungkook holds back a sharp gasp.

he refocuses on his mission, hands shaking as he brings them closer. “m gonna touch you now noona.”

though it wasn’t his intention, his suggestive usage of wording nearly makes you moan. you bite your lip to prevent it. 

“please.” you whisper calmly, desperately. 

jungkook nods and cold hands touch your tummy. they are a bit stiff at first because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he starts getting a hang of it when he hears you lightly hum pleasantly. 

he explores your skin, with every noise you make filtering his ear he finds what you enjoy and don’t. he rubs feather-like circles against your soft skin, thumbing over curves and your plushy stomach. you feel so warm in his hands and that makes him feel so good, too good. and the fact that he’s never ever done this before. jungkook thinks it's possible he can cum in his pants, just by doing this alone! he’s really, really lame. 

“feels so good, jungkookie.”

“yeah…” he strains, hands heavier on your stomach, but they warm up feeling so nicely against your skin. 

“can you- lower, can you go lower?” 

his hands are barely above, around your belly button, avoiding anything further down, not sure if it is for his own sake or yours. he’s scared and it’s obvious by the lack of movement. 

jungkook avoids your eyes as his hands freeze, hands weighing down on where he was last massaging. “wan— want me lower?”

“yes.” surely he knows what you mean. “please.” 

“oh- okay.” the younger says nothing more. 

jungkook resumes his movements, his hands going much further down your stomach, just right above your waistband. he thumbs your underwear, trying very hard to hold his breath whenever his fingertips come in contact with the thin yellow fabric whilst still rubbing patterns into your lower belly. he’s hoping you don’t hear how heavy and much faster his breathing has gotten. he’s struggling for air, face beet red. not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or his own humiliation driving him nuts. 

he’s not sure what he’s doing anymore. or what has gotten into him. it’s like his dream is set right before his eyes and yet he knows he really shouldn’t be here and doing this. much less with someone like you, but for whatever reason he can’t stop. 

“f-feels better?” jungkook asks, light-airy voice. 

“much, much better.” you reply truthfully, your stomach buzzing warmly. your eyes take in every movement on his face. from his eyes to his nose, to the way his cheeks puff as he breathes. he’s beautiful. much more when you have him this close, and nothing is stopping you from what you do next. 

jungkook’s breath hitches when he feels your soft lips on his cheek. eyes nearly bulging out his sockets because he doesn’t believe his reality. this just can’t be. no one has ever shown this much interest in him. especially not someone as untouchable as you.

it lasts no longer than ten seconds, but jungkook turns into jelly within that time. you aren’t sure why you do it, but it’s the only reasonable way you could possibly come up with to show your appreciation for all he’s done. for being sweet and patient. he’s too generous for his own good. 

“thank you jungkookie, you’re so sweet.” he doesn’t even realize you’ve already pulled away and his hands are no longer feeling your heated flesh until he’s watching you walk away, hiding behind the door to your room. hoseok’s room. yours and hoseok’s room. he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but he can’t help the way his stomach twists in knots. 

jungkook is left completely speechless, confused. 

he shamefully walks back to his own room with no other word, skipping his night routine completely. fuck skincare, he can go a night without it. he’ll manage. 

that night, hoseok arrives fairly early. well at least, earlier than usual. you’re still awake when you feel his hand on your hip, feeling his lips pecking the tip of your ear. 

“you��re home?” 

“yeah, got off a bit earlier than expected. did you eat?” he asks quietly, thoughtful enough to not disturb others. hoseok’s lips still softly kissing behind your ear, practically making you melt into the bed. if you could purr, you are more than sure you’d start purring right about now. hoseok has always been very hands-on, it’s what you adore about him. always making it known how much he wants and needs you. 

“i did. have you?” you ask to be polite, though you most likely already know the answer. hoseok may be busy, but he never skips his meals. his discipline is insane. he’s busy, but not ever enough to starve himself. he cares about his mental and physical being just as much as everything else. and he plans on keeping it that way for as long as he lives. 

“yeah. they brought take-out from that one place in downtown you like.” 

that calls for your slightest attention, shifting your face from your pillow to face him, even in the dark your eyes find his. “zuki’s?”

“mhm.” hoseok steals a kiss like this, sharing a breath as he continues. “that very one.”

“lucky.” you pout, sadly with cramps still lingering around your pelvic area. 

“yeah… i brought you some.” he says so nonchalantly. 

the older laughs when he feels you shove yourself, full force onto him, hugging him with all your might. “really?!”

“yes, left it in the fridge for tomorrow.” hoseok pauses, fingers tangled in your blow dried hair and breathes in your sweet fresh scent. “unless you wanna eat a late night meal then be my guest.” 

“well, i just got my period so...” you contemplate that damn meal, almost sorta justifying your not-so-healthy options.

“then let’s go. i’ll sit with you while you eat.” your boyfriend decides for you instead, tugging you up very gently without another word. 

there’s was nothing more to say or decide, hoseok watched as you ate the meal very pleasantly, humming here and there, devouring it all in minutes. you were a very happy, happy girl. and hoseok was a happy man watching you eat so easily. he’d do it all over again if it meant he could see that perfect smile all the time. 

and like that, you forget all about today and what made you upset. you are so stupid to think he could ever not love you and care for you. who else than him. even if you have heavily committed your mistakes, so has he, but he loves you, and nothing else matters. 

but then again, in another room, jungkook is tearing himself up for it. even though, he’s not really at fault. is he? it sure feels like it is anyways. 

at least, it felt that way after beating his cock raw and swollen. flashbacks from earlier crowding his virgin-mind. he’s so so fucked, it’s laughable. pathetic really.

jungkook tries so hard to ignore it and at first he succeeds, but then he hears a bubble of laughter coming from the room beside him and he knows he’s been beaten once again. 

“i love you.” 

“i love you too baby.” 

that’s the last thing jungkook hears before he falls into a deep sleep, eventually succumbing to his exhaustion and overthinking mess. the crowding anxious thoughts die for the first time that night.

#hoseok x y/n #hoseok smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x noona #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x y/n #jungkook smut #hoseok fanfic #hoseok scenarios #hoseok fic

[himbofan]

haikyuu boys reacting to you hugging them for the first time

everyone likes to talk about first kisses, but i think first hugs are just as heartwarming. feeling the way the other persons body fits around yours and taking in their smell for the first time… :,) i just love pre-relationship pining 🤌🤌🤌 but no tsukki cause i’m working a bigger fic for him 😳

cw: fluff, gn!reader

prompt: running up to them after they win a game and hugging them for the first time

characters: bokuto, kuroo, tendou, asahi, atsumu, iwaizumi

bokuto kotaro

surprised at first, but the surprise quickly melts into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around you

his hugs are all encompassing, big arms trapping you to his chest so you can smell nothing but him

riding the high of adrenaline from the game, he decides to lift you in one of those spinny hugs

his heart is definitely racing, but he plays off the embarrassment by laughing and smiling like he always does

will definitely try to find excuses to hug all the time you now that he knows he can, and he will sulk if you refuse

akaashi gives you a thumbs up in the background

kuroo tetsurou

also surprised, but quickly recovers from it with a smooth comment “oh? did I really do that well today?” and returns the hug with a sincere smile

if it was a particularly stressful or intense match, he won’t say anything and just hold you tightly

gives those good good hugs where one hand is on the small of your back and the other is on the back of your head to keep you pinned to him

will take this as permission to touch you casually, like poking your arms or resting his arm on your head (if you’re shorter)

will pout if you don’t give him a hug after every game from now on

tendou satori

is very surprised, he’s used to being ostracized so having someone willingly show affection towards him is rare

it takes him a second to register that yes, you are hugging him of your own volition

i imagine tendou to be touch starved as hell, so he holds you like you’re the last thing on earth

will ask you for more hugs at random times not during games because he simply can’t get enough

i don’t have as much to say about miracle boy i just wanna give him a big hug 🥺

azumane asahi

congrats you broke him

no but really, his face is fully red and his expression is indescribable

constantly debating on where to put his hands, overthinking the smallest things like “oh no what if i’m too sweaty and they think i’m gross”

just look up at him and give him a big smile and his heart will melt

his hugs are gentle, warm and comforting; you feel protected from the outside world

he blushes when you make eye contact with him for the next few weeks

suga and daichi will definitely tease the hell out of him later

miya atsumu

he is a fiery guy, so he can get caught up with the flow of intense emotions, especially after a match

this means he actually goes to hug you first once he spots you

he hugs you like it’s second nature, there’s no surprise or hesitation

atsumu gives complete hugs that feel like your bodies are two matching puzzle pieces, there’s no awkward spaces or gaps

another passionate guy like bokuto, he will pick you up and spin you around with a giant smile

definitely starts using a ton of causal contact afterwards, hugs and headpats n stuff

iwaizumi hajime

is definitely surprised, he expected all of the attention to be on oikawa

his face is a little red, but the deep color of his ears betray all his embarrassment

this man is ripped so you know his arms are thick asf 😩 makes for the best hugs

another breathtaking hug-giver, his arms snake around your waist and circle firmly on your back

he buries his face in your neck to hide his embarrassment, but the adrenaline dulls and he suddenly remembers that he’s sweaty

pulls away quickly and apologizes with averted eyes, but oikawa is already taking pictures and giggling (cut to volleyball hitting him in the face)

he’ll definitely be a lil more blushy and conscious in your presence, but doesn’t mind if you ask him for a hug now and then

authors note: hello thank you for reading! i'm super critical of my own work so it takes a while for things to actually get posted lol thanks for sticking around

feel free to pop in my ask box with other characters you might wanna see for something like this :) ill try my best!! or if u wanna just say hi!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sfw #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff #bokuto x reader #kuroo fluff #tendou fluff #tendou x reader #kuroo x reader #asahi fluff #asahi x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #my work #gn reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tendou satori x reader #azumane asahi x reader #miya atsumu x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader

[baxteravenue]

HOW TO FAKE IT 2

part i.

summary: when jack and yours management team come together to create a perfect pr relationship you and jack must do your best to keep it as professional as possible... but when you have to spend a year together the lines between real and fake can become a little blurry.

STAGE TWO:  A Little Bit Of Water

It had been maybe three weeks since your trip to Louisville with Jack, where you got to spend some time with his family and friends. You were glad everyone in his circle loved him and that he trusted them because for the entirety of the time that you were with him there beside the random fan picture there was really nothing else that tied the two of you together. 

But now it was game time, because the two of you were back to the real world. 

“And you're wearing Tommy?” You asked wrapping your arms around Jack as the two of you walked into the hotel the both of you were staying at, noticing all the lingering people who were not subtle with their secret picture taking.

He nodded, looking down at you stealing a sip from your Starbucks. “Mm that’s too sweet Y/N.” 

You shrugged, “I like it sweet.”

“I know you do.” He winked at you, making you laugh.

“I’ll drink some Phocus next time.” 

“Okay actual question, do you actually like it?” Jack asks you as he presses up for the elevator.

You’re silent for a moment before you shake your head earning a dramatic look from him. “It’s not that it’s not good, it's just that I don't like energy drinks.”

“Oh but you’ll drink a twelve pack of coke in like a day?” 

You frowned, “Leave my caffeine addiction alone.”

The elevator opened up letting the two of you walk in and just as it was about to close for the two of you another person walked in pressing another floor. You politely smiled at the person. 

It was quiet before the lady turned to the both of you before smiling again, “Do you mind if I get a picture with you? I mean my daughter would kill me if I didn't. She loves your latest EP, what's it called, Honeymoon Avenue?”

You smile, nodding your head excitedly. “Of course baby, can you take the picture?” You ask Jack.

He nods, “I got y'all with a good picture.”

Jack gently takes the phone from the lady’s hand taking as many pictures of you two, smiling, hugging and laughing. You even record a video for her daughter who you learned is named Jasmine.

The two of you say goodbye as she gets off on her floor leaving you two alone for a minute longer before getting off on your floor. 

“You’re so kind and gentle with all of them, you put me to shame.” Jack smiles at you as you enter the two bedroom suite the two of you are sharing to get ready. 

“I try to be as kind as I can be, I know what it’s like to be awkward and stuff and just say things at the wrong time.” I laugh, “I was homeschooled so…”

“That makes sense.” Jack laughs along.

You push him gently, “Jerk.”

Jack pulls you into him on the small couch, shaking his head. “I’m just messing with you sunshine.”

You can’t help but notice all the freckles on Jack’s face as he speaks closely to you and you feel woozy at how blue his eyes are and you can see all the crinkles near his eyes. You stand up fast almost falling over, “Hair and makeup is here I have to take a shower.”

Jack gives you a confusing look before nodding. “Okay, I’ll let them in when they knock. Neelam and Iris should be here any minute anyways.”

You can’t even respond to him, all you can do is throw a thumbs up and shut the door behind you. 

“Oh fuck no, this can’t be happening.” You mumble. 

Jack actually has no idea what just happened and can’t even think too much about it because a whole glam team is entering the room as soon as you shut the door behind you. 

You and Jack ride separately to the VMA’s since he has to be there earlier since he’s performing and presenting. You’re excited to see him bring out Fergie.

You get out of the car and are immediately led to the carpet where fans are lined up behind barriers and cameras flashed every second. You waved at the loud crowd to your left, immediately backing up to take pictures.

“Y/N, I knew you were going to be here!” A girl screams and you laugh. 

“You look so good!” 

“I love you all so much!” You practically scream giving as many people as you can hugs, and taking selfies.

“Where’s the new music girl? And tour?” 

You bring your index fingers to your lips, “Patience is key!” 

You pose for several pictures before being led to a few people for short interviews. 

“Hello gorgeous, you look stunning.” A random interview compliments you as you walk up to them.

“Thank you, you look absolutely gorgeous as well.”

“Your outfit is seriously so simple but stunning, very classic.”

You nod, “I had to take some inspo from Mimi, the queen, her VMA look from 1997 has always been etched into my brain so I had to pull that inspiration from her.”

“Well you are pulling it off. What about music should we be looking out for that?”

You shrug, “Maybeeeee.”

You move on getting mostly the same questions. 

“And Jack Harlow?”

You know that they want you to slip up but you just give them a cheeky grin, “He’s performing today isn't he? I like his song First Class, so I’m excited to hear that.”

You’re getting escorted away before she can even respond to you.

“Good?” You ask Iris.

“Just enough.” She winks back leading you to your seat that’s right next to Jack who’s opening up the show.

Right before it’s about to begin though Neelma rushes through pulling you up, whispering something in Iris’ ear and before you know it you’re being dragged away backstage to fake airplane set. 

“First Class set, makes sense.” You giggle as you walk up to Jack who's getting mic’d up. 

You see everyone else, random models who are seat filling and several celebrities. 

Fuck it, let’s put on a show. 

You place a soft kiss on his lips, “Kill it baby.” 

Jack looks taken back for a second before pulling you back onto him and placing another kiss on your lips, “Two times for good luck.”

They lead you to your seat right across from Becky G and when you know he can’t see you touch your lips a bit. 

“You two are so cute.” You hear the familiar voice of Becky G, “You both compliment each other really well.”

You smile shyly, “Thank you.”

Just as you thought the performance is a hit and goes ever so smoothly except for when you can’t keep a straight face as Jack wraps his famous pineapple juice line to you.

And when he wins his award your heart soars with pride and you’re the loudest in the room.

“I have the most amazing support system, and the sunshine in my life right now is very bright… Thank you.”

You know the cameras are on you but the smile on your face is not for them.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #come home the kids miss you

[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

#mcyt #wilbur soot #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #myct x reader #mcyt x actress!reader #wilbur soot headcanons #mcyt wilbur #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur soot x fem!reader #hamilton reader #🐈 wilby

[rottenpumpkin13]

I feel like Genesis would wear gloves because he's such a picker that otherwise his adoring fans would see bitten, hangnails-ripped-off, jagged, worn down nails, sometimes scratches ripped over his fingers. plus almost obsessive over his teeth/mouth to the point having at MINIMUM 5 things of lip balm on him at all times, as well as probably brushing for twice the recommended amount of time, even though it technically wears teeth down faster lol

I hope you don't mind me using this as a prompt for some angst. I read this and my mind immediately jumped to Genesis dealing with anxiety.

Sephiroth is not prone to falling asleep in public places, but that did not stop it from happening—in a meeting with the president, of all places. One of the Turks had gently shaken him awake, acting as if they were poking a lion during his nap.

It was rather awkward, but in Sephiroth's defence, he had not slept will the past three nights. The combination of burnout and stress induced by a negotiation with Wutai gone wrong had left him more tired than usual.

He excused himself right as Director Lazard suggested that he go wash his face and drink some water.

Sephiroth walks through the vacant hallways of the 49th floor en route to the nearest men's room.

He pushes the door open, rubbing his eye with his naked hand. The door squeaks on its hinges, but that isn't enough to startle the only other person in the bathroom.

Genesis doesn't look up from the sink, not even when Sephiroth stands there, paralyzed, waiting for his friend to acknowledge him.

He hears sniffling, and then it dawns on him. Genesis had been crying. His red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks would've been telling had Sephiroth been naive.

Sephiroth has known the volatile man long enough to know to act like it isn't happening. He remembers the first and last time he caught Genesis crying. He had lashed out at him so bad that Sephiroth was unable to speak to him for a week.

So Sephiroth heaves his shoulders and pushes forward, making his way to the edge of the sink. He pulls the remaining glove from his other hand and sets them both by the edge. He takes his time turning the sink on, pretending to be busy while he watches Genesis from his peripheral view.

The red leather gloves are sitting by the sink along with his bangles. There's discarded bandaid wrappers nearby and the few droplets of blood on the mirror told Sephiroth that he had been bleeding.

Sephiroth tentively tries his luck, sneaking a glance at Genesis's hands. It's a rarity to see them bare, long fingers exposed to the light like any other person's would.

He had often wondered if it was a fashion choice, to either wear gloves whenever they went out or cover his fingers in rings, wear bracelets and other trinkets that tore the eye's attention away from his skin.

Now Sephiroth is seeing them bare, without anything to distract him. And they are not what he expected. He took Genesis for a vain man, one who would fuss over manicured nails and soft skin. This... is unlike anything Sephiroth could've expected.

One hand is up by his face, shaking as it grips a tube of lip balm he applies meticulously on his chapped lips, obsessively. There's a random phone number messily scribbled down on his wrist beneath a woman's name. Each and every one of his nails are bitten down to various length, all of them coated in what was once black nail polish before it was chipped away. His index finger and thumb are the ones wrapped in bandaids. Curiously enough, his middle finger has the faint markings of what Sephiroth knew to be teeth marks.

Sephiroth clamps his mouth shut the moment he notices it had been hanging open, letting his teeth clench with a soft click. He directs his attention to what Genesis is actually doing in front of the mirror—a scene he isn't sure he would believe if it were recounted by anyone else.

There stood Genesis—pompous, picture-perfect, vain, nonchalant, brilliant Genesis—applying several coats of lip balm, wiping it off, then repeating the process all over again.

Sephiroth cringes with every furious swipe of Genesis's trembling hands over his lips. He has turned his head fully now, watching his friend go through all the motions of mania.

He knows he can't say anything.

So he averts his eyes and continues to wash his hands. Beside him, he can hear Genesis turn his faucet off. There's a shaking breath from his friend. He mumbles something to himself that Sephiroth cannot comprehend.

Sephiroth hears the faint pop of the lip balm tupe being capped, and the subsequent sounds of the wrappers being collected and discarded into the nearby trash can. He's still looking down as Genesis walks by him and pushes the door open, stepping out.

Sephiroth turns the faucet off. The only sound in the bathroom now is the repetitive drip of the water into the sink and the squeak of his boots on the wet floor. He glances over at the empty space where Genesis once stood.

There's still blood on the mirror, prompting Sephiroth to wonder what it was that Genesis saw in its reflection.

#genesis rhapsodos #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #writing #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #genesis rhapsodos headcanons

[thesilkbug]

Rooftops and Polaroids

Character: Peter Parker (I had TASM! Peter in mind but can be read for any)

Summary : After a lot of convincing in your boyfriend’s part, you finally accept to model for him, little did you know that the photos he took end up leaving him speechless.

Warnings : None, just you blinding peter with your beauty.

Word count : 377 word.

“C’mon Baby, Just a couple of shots !”

You were standing awkwardly for your boyfriend peter, who was currently on his knees practically begging you for a photo shoot, or at least, that’s what he called it, arguing that the sunset’s light is doing wonders to your beauty.

Well, you were really flattered that he thought so, but you still hesitated nonetheless.

“I don’t know peter, I look like I’ve just been kidnapped by Spider-man!”

You guys were hanging out on a random empty rooftop of an apartment complex, since you Boyfriend thought it was a good idea to swing you around the city as Spider-Man, claiming the day was boring enough when the only crime in town was a random guy robbing a young lady’s purse.

And it was a good idea really, the city looked dazzling from above, but it eventually became too much for you, and you landed on the rooftop to catch your breath and grab some snacks while chatting about your respective day.

“I prefer “saved” by Spider-Man, and you look gorgeous babe, just chill for me yeah ?”

He says, winking at you before taking out his camera and positioning himself to take the best shot.

You let out a small sigh, while smiling at his persistence, and try to think of a pose that will make you look good.

You decide to lean casually against the half-wall, hands in your pockets while directing your vision away from the camera, it’s the safest pose you know, and so you go with it.

He hums in response, and proceeds to take shots of you, smile never fading from his handsome features.

Although, he easily notices your stiffness, and begin searching for ways to calm you down in what feels to be an awkward moment for you.

“I might have you model for me sometimes, I’m sure the Spider-Man pictures I take have nothing on your beauty”

That causes you to laugh out loud, and peter swore the picture he just took wouldn’t look half as stunning as the view he’s witnessing.

You face him again, and throw him a wink while flipping your hair back for show.

“Only if I can take pictures of you too, handsome”

He smirks, holding his thumbs up.

“Deal!”

Heyy !

Here’s a little drabble I made for you guys, it’s the first one I posted here so I really hope you guys liked it! Please tell me what you think in the comments so I can work on it more !

And If you have ideas and requests please don’t hesitate to send them !

Thanks for reading and have a nice day ♡

#spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peterparker #drabble #peter parker x reader #x female reader #fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker oneshot #spider-man #andrew!peter parker #xreader #xfemale #fanfic #into the spider verse #please leave comments #fanfiction writer #writing #popular

[jinkicake]

~♡ What’s Valentine’s Day? ♡~

(( Day #8 )) Jean Kirstein x Reader

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!! I hope you all had a wonderful day today~~ Thank you for interacting with me and reading my works!!! I appreciate you all so so so much!!!! I wrote this in a rush on my break today so if it is messy and awkward, I am sorry.... Regardless,,, I had to post Jean for my last valentine’s day post bc I started this blog with him and will always end with him. 

SMUTT // NSFWWWWW

WC - 1,417

~~~

“Here,” With little hesitation, you drop a small container into Jean’s unknowing lap. The sensation makes him jolt in his chair, sitting up completely before turning to glare at you. You try to appear unphased by his dramatics, he’s the one who chose to sit outside at a random table on the street. 

“Where did you come from?” Jean eyes you over and visibly softens because of your presence. His previously tensed shoulders drop and his body which was once on high alert relaxes again. “What is this?” You watch as his long fingers toy with the ribbon on the brown box, gently pulling the material before it unravels in his lap. Jean glances at you before lifting the lid and revealing tiny pieces of chocolate. 

Under his confused stare, you shrug. 

“I don’t know, I heard some ladies talking about giving treats today,” You keep the additional information to yourself that you’re supposed to give these sweets to someone you love. Despite being pursued by the man for years, you’re still shy about your own confessions. “I made some for you.”

“You mean Valentine’s Day?” He raises a brow, lips quirking up into a smile as the indifferent expression falls off of your face. 

“How do you know about that?” Swiftly, you sit next to him at the table and gently plop down into your chair. Neither of you breaks from holding your intense stares. Even years later after everything that has happened, after everything that the two of you have gone through, you still enjoy playing games with one another. 

“It’s some holiday celebrated I don’t know where,” Jean dips his head as he continues to look through his newspaper, his hair falls over his face and hides his features from you. “of course, I know about it.”

“I know you didn’t learn about it from that newspaper. You don’t even know how to read that language.” You mock and flick the gray paper in his hands. He always told you he enjoys looking at the paper because he likes the pictures. “Anyway,”

You start to feel timid with your advances, you know the man inside and out and he still never fails to make you nervous. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” To the best of your ability, you offer a kind smile. You force yourself to move your stare from the wooden table up to the eyes of your beloved and, the sight does not fail you. Jean is red, bright red, as a blush takes over his face. The color dusts over his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and the tips of his ears. No matter how much he tries to hide behind his paper and underneath his hat, you can see it all. Subtly, you lean over and press your lips against his cheek. 

The display of affection is only between the two of you, entirely hidden from the public beneath his hat. 

Your own heart is beating rapidly in your chest as you get up and place your hand on his shoulder to offer a gentle squeeze. 

“Wait,” Jean groans and wraps his large hand around your wrist, he pulls you back down to his level and places a proper kiss on your lips. As he presses his lips against your own, his thumb rubs along the veins on the underside of your limb. His peck is sweet, a gentle sign of affection but you’re still heavily affected nonetheless. 

Jean looks as if he wants to say something more as his hand reaches into his pocket but, you beat him to it. The necklace he has for you will just have to wait.

“Jeanie, I still have another present for you,”

This neatly wrapped present takes place in an entirely different location. To give it to your husband, you had to drag him all the way back to your apartment and push him into your bedroom. The lingerie on your body is starting to heat up against your skin as desire takes root in the forefront of your mind. If this Valentine’s Day is all about love, you plan to show it to him in another powerful form. 

Having Jean beneath you is a sight that you savor. His large body underneath your fingertips, bare and sculptured perfectly causes a feeling to arise that you’ll never get used to. The way he stares up at you, pure adoration and lust swimming in his light eyes makes your heart skip a beat. 

You want to rip the rest of your clothes off and tear at the baby-pink material over your hips and chest. 

“It’s pretty right?” Slowly, you grab Jean’s hands and place them on your waist. He naturally moves his large palms over the expanse of your stomach and ribs before cautiously cupping your breasts. His hot touch practically burns your skin through the flowery embroidery of the material. 

“So pretty,” He sounds breathless, sounds as if he has already been fucked plenty of times, and yet, all you’ve done is taken his clothes off. “I love you.” Despite the touch on your body, his eyes are staring directly into yours. “Let me do something for you first, please,”

Originally, you planned to do things your way the whole night. You wanted to do something entirely for him but, when Jean is staring up at you with eyes full of want, you can’t deny him. 

‘No’ doesn’t exist in your vocabulary as he kisses your inner thighs now on either side of his head. The word doesn’t even make any sense as he pushes your panties to the side and spreads your folds with his long fingers, tongue automatically reaching out to lick at your clit. 

The only thing you can do now is take it all and receive everything that he gives you as he starts to eat you out. It’s a sensation you’ll never get tired of. The look of desire and contentment on his face is something you’ll never lose interest in. 

Jean just does it all so well, from the scratch of his thick stubble against your sensitive skin and the pressure his nose applies to your clit. Every time he goes down on you, you’re in heaven. 

“Please,” You try not to let your desperation shine through your voice but, it’s no use. Jean’s loud slurps and sucks fill your chest with pride. He feels so good, his hair feels soft beneath your touch and the intensity of his tongue makes your eyes well up with tears. “I’m so close.”

Your words make the large man audibly groan, eyes squeezing together as he focuses on flicking his tongue against your clit. Back and forth, side to side, Jean laps over and over until your thighs are shaking against his face. 

You could suffocate him in this position and he would thank you. 

His hands trail up your legs before cupping your backside, squeezing and kneading the flesh beneath his palms as he encourages you to ride his face more. You find your own pace by rocking your hips and all it takes is a sharp suck from his hot mouth to send you tumbling. The grip you have on his hair becomes impossibly tight as you jut your core further into his talented mouth. Jean moans loudly at the rough sensation as he works you through your orgasm with neat sucks that cause his cheeks to hollow.

When you’re whimpering, trying to pull away, he slows down his licks to your sensitive clit. 

“Hold on, baby,” He murmurs before forcing you to sit up on his stomach. The position doesn’t last long until you’re being pushed onto your back with Jean between your legs once more. “I’m almost done.”

Avoiding your clit, he spreads you with his fingers and laps at your entrance. The man uses wide, broad strokes of his tongue to lick your cunt clean. Over and over, he devours you until his own selfish desires give in. There’s a calling deep in his gut, a primal need to continue serving you. He dips his tongue into your entrance and again your hands find his hair, lips parting open in a silent scream.

The tight grip against his roots makes Jean groan, hips now digging into the sheets. Oh, he fucking loves this. He desperately needs this, he’ll eat you out until you’re crying and thoroughly finished. There’s so much self-gratification in satisfying you, Jean can’t even think about his own needs right now. 

If you let him do this every night then, perhaps this aged holiday will become something he celebrates daily.

. . .

2023/02/14 ♡

#jean Kirstein x reader #jean x reader #aot x reader #jean smut #jean kirstein smut #aot smut #jean x you #jean x y/n #aot x you #aot x y/n #xiaos spicy almond tofu

[ronearoundblindly]

how would Steve try and describe human relationships to mermaid reader? and what would her reaction be?

also I love the fact that she has her own “room”.

Miss G?

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader from Sun, Salt, and Shield

Headcanon below the cut! (It got soooooo rambly, but is very cute.)

Well, only Steve calls you 'Doll,' and though Tony will not stop calling you 'Grariel,' eventually you're called 'Miss G' instead--added bonus that you roll around on your Segway with Hollywood-huge sunglasses.

'Miss G' sounds like a celebrity and fancy. You don't understand that distinction yet, but Tony and Steve like it.

Oof, does Steve know how to describe relationships to humans? He's so awkward. He would start with simple things: couples enjoy doing activities together, spending time with each other and other couples or people, often times they touch casually (tricky to explain that word in limited english), and they...kiss.

Important things Steve would mention is that your teeth are very sharp (and numerous) compared to humans. Respectfully, he teaches you to smile without opening your mouth, and does warn that, though he's a fast healer and tougher than most, he will bleed if your teeth catch any part of him ::cough::.

Tony sank a pressure chamber into the bottom of the pool, so you can sleep there comfortably. Rarely, he'll let Steve take one of the Divers and camp out on the ocean floor where you live. Sometimes that makes Steve a little sick for a day or two after, but he never mentions that to you.

This is sorta dumb, and Steve thought it was downright offensive at first, but Tony left all the pool toys in the corner of the room and slowly teaches you to play with all of them. You're quite dense, so you need like ten foam noodles to 'float' you on the surface, but it's very fun.

You find the beach ball is endlessly entertaining, mainly because you swim so fast and can hit it so hard that the ball ricochets off the ceiling like a higher level of Pong. You've popped nearly a dozen of them, but Tony just buys them in bulk.

So, back to relationship and Steve's explanation.

The most heart-warming thing Steve teaches you is the hug. So simple. So reminiscent of your first meeting. If you lay your head on his chest, your face can remain underwater to breathe and hold onto Steve indefinitely, and he's tried. The longest he's gone is five straight hours of just you two holding each other, brushing his thumb over your cheek, giving you soft back rubs, getting gentle back scratches from you, and loving every second.

Sometimes he just talks to you, even when he knows you can't understand most of the words. It's shocking how much gets across by emotion and intonation alone. You squeeze him a little tighter when he's telling you a sad story, and you rub your forehead into his sternum when he laughs at something.

Turns out, Tony used F.R.I.D.A.Y. to compile 'essential human visuals' into a slide-show, and Steve will explain pictures like prompts. That's helped a great deal because it gives him somewhere to start a conversation and lets him see how interested you are in what's happening on the screen. The light of the projector took some adjusting for your eyes, and then was too low for Steve to make out very much, so he now has his own special glasses, like Tony's, that show him an enhanced version of the slides.

Okay, okay, but I gotta say, the absolute most random and best thing ever was you trying to find Steve's room in the compound on your own. Tony gave you the room number--which you don't actually know how numbers work yet, but you go by memorizing the shapes--and then got engrossed by some other work. You hopped up onto your Segway, shades on, Atlantian breathing mask on to keep your mouth and throat in salt water, and you zoomed right through those double doors and past you 'guard.' They aren't there to keep you in, after all, but you did scare the shit out of them.

Off you fly down the main hall, back the other way, straight into the elevator, and you wait patiently, listening to horribly boring music and flicking your fin rapidly with nerves.

The buttons are confusing.

So. You press all of them.

Zippity doo-dah, round and round the halls you go, smiling (with your lips together) at the multiple people you almost run over, getting waylaid by the view of distant mountains from one window, and diligently starting to understand that the shapes Tony showed you repeat everywhere. You're looking for the correct order to them.

It takes over 45 minutes of going between 0 and 20 miles per hour to find the right combination on a little plaque, and it takes only the very tip of your nail to depress the squishy button below the plaque.

You're growing quite fond of the squishy buttons. Some of them are hard but light up. The surface is fun.

Steve is wiping white foam from a fresh shave off his jaw when the door swings open, and you do a spin on your wheels, spreading your fingers like the showy jazz-hands in one of the pictures about stage plays--musicals, they're called--better than elevators, you hope.

You get the ten cent tour of his little apartment and sit on a couch for the first time. Very exciting. Fabric is delightfully strange.

There's talk of a beach vacation, one where you and Steve might get to race along the shore, you in the surf and him on the sand.

You aren't sure whether you'll let him win or not.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: yeah...i don't even know, gang.

#ro answers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #mermaid!reader #mermaid au #deep sea mermaid #steve rogers fluff

[angellayercake]

For the kisses prompt!! 💋

Can you do #10 with Copia ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 thank you, and your amazing 😘😘

I hope you don't mind Echo but I took a whole heap of inspiration from the beautiful art you shared with us this week 💜💜 (I know you share so much beautiful art with us but you'll know which one I mean 😊)

10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

It’s later than you would have liked when you get back to your shared rooms. It was happening more and more frequently and with his schedule getting more and more demanding since his ascension to the role of Papa you were having less and less time together. But you are home now, you drop your keys in the dish by the door smiling fondly at the other random items it contains. Some lose rat treats, a toy car and is that Terzo’s kazoo? You decide not to even ask as you hang up your coat and bag and follow the artificial driving sounds into the living room.

The way he is slumped on the sofa means you can only see the top of his head and his toes resting on the opposite arm as you approach. You just watch for a moment as he loses the race he was playing and drops the controller to the floor with a huff. You can picture his grumpy face without even seeing it but you know just the thing to distract him from his strop. Creeping towards him quietly you hope to surprise him but he must have heard you already as he cuts you off halfway. 

‘I know you are there, Carissima,’ he calls without getting up, so you give up the pretence, leaning on the arm of the chair and looking down at his pouting face. You would often find him like this, playing his games to keep him entertained until you arrived home. The first time you had found him sprawled out on the sofa this way you had successfully managed to sneak up on him. Popping your head over the arm of the chair causing him to crash in the game and as he had grumbled in disappointment you couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on his pouting upside down lips. Which happened to also successfully put a stop to his complaints about you running his game. 

‘I could get used to this kind of greeting,’ he had murmured against your smiling lips and so it had become somewhat of a tradition on those nights you were kept apart until late. Tonight though he had caught you but as you walk towards the kitchen, mind set on getting a snack, he pauses you with a whine. 

‘Aren’t you forgetting something Cara?’ You backtrack a few paces until you are leaning over the sofa once again and he looks up at you with wide pleading eyes. 

‘I don’t know, am I?’ You tease enjoying the pretty little pout that your coy act inspires.

‘Please mia carissima, the only good thing about these sad lonely nights is the special kiss I get when you finally join me.’ You hadn’t really voiced how much you had come to enjoy it before but it pleased you that he felt the same. That wouldn’t stop you  from continuing to tease him though.

‘Oh you want your kiss do you?’ Keeping your face straight gets more and more difficult. 

‘Yes please.’ You skim your thumb over the lines of his forehead trying to smooth out his put on frown and just take him in for a moment before giving him what he wants. He can wait a little longer you decide. You press a quick kiss to his forehead and watch the frown lines all but disappear, to his nose which he wrinkles in mock frustration and then his lips as he lets out a happy sigh at getting his way. 

It is always a bit awkward at this angle but over time you have made it work with your lips slotting together perfectly and shifting slowly to avoid chins catching awkwardly on noses. Sometimes you just give him a peck but tonight you sense you both want to linger in the moment so you deepen the kiss, tracing his full bottom lip with the tip of your tongue until he opens up, tongue meeting yours with tentative strokes. It’s sweet and slow and exactly what you needed as it was for him if you were to judge the soft pleasure sounds he was making. You pull away slowly when your tired body starts to protest at your position but it is worth it to see him beaming up at you. 

‘Hi,’ he says, a faint flush staining his cheeks. 

‘Hi,’ you reply thinking how lucky it is there no one is here to witness your sappy display but nothing could wipe the lovesick smile off your face. He reaches for you, encouraging you around to the sofa and pulling you down on top of him until you are wrapped in his arms. 

‘Missed you Cara,’ he whispers into your hair. 

‘Missed you too Copia but we are here now.’ You snuggle into his chest relishing in the warmth of him and getting comfy because you just know you aren’t going to be going anywhere for a while.

#smooch time #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #copia #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #my writing

[narabea06]

* Peaks head around corner *

Gimme Toby HCs?

Hmmmmm I think I can do that- *pulls out giant book of headcanons* They should be under T, I believe-

Toby Headcanons Part 2!!

Here's part 1 if you want to read more of my Toby headcanons to understand my AU a bit more

TW: Implied Su!c!dal Ideation, Alcohol

Him and Nina are best friends, and have been since highschool. His disappearance was the first among the friend group before Clockwork's, and was what pushed Nina to isolate herself. They are both reunited now, and Toby believes it's his fault Nina ended up wrongfully joining Jeff, but Nina keeps telling them that it isn't.

Halloween is actually his favorite holiday.

Back when he was a proxy, him, Cody, and Clockwork were all very close. Cody often would tease Toby for having a soft spot for Clockwork, like a little brother would. Like an older brother would, Toby would hide Cody's shit as payback.

When Clockwork first met Toby, she instinctively attacked him until the other proxies ran over and told her to stop. Toby was petty about this for months until Clockwork apologized.

Toby hates himself, and has been trying to cope with that since he was 12. He doesn't believe he deserves a happy ending or good friends, or a loving partner, or a good brother and sister, but he has somewhat come to accept that he can't bear the lose everything that he has left right now, and does not want to give up what little he actually is happy about in his life for once.

He only say a few things still from when he was a kid, one of them being Lyra's old lanyard she used to hang from her belt. He now wears around his neck constantly, and hangs his apartment keys on it. Sometimes he even jingles it as a stim.

Toby hates the smell and taste of alcohol, and will actively leave a room if someone is drinking it in the same room as him.

They aren't too big on being called nicknames besides Toby, and the only two he is actually fine with are "babe" and "cinnamon", and only Clockwork is allowed to call him those.

Toby tends to bite at his nails a lot and often does not even realize when to stop since he can't feel it.

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

He's the kind of person to give you an awkward thumbs up and just say "that's cool" if you came out to him.

Slenderman was actually considered an urban legend in their town, like like Bloody Mary and Sirenhead, so when Toby told people that he was seeing Slenderman everywhere, nobody believed him, other than some conspiracy theorists.

He is actually rather short (5'2"), especially in comparison to the other proxies. The only proxy who was shorter than him was Cody, and Cody is three years younger.

Toby is an Atheist.

Toby was never really a great traditional artist, but does find painting relaxing, and sometimes will paint as a form of art therapy. He even has a small portfolio full of random art pieces that make sense to nobody else but him, and he's okay with that, so those paintings weren't for anyone but him.

Cody will sometimes randomly take pictures with Toby when they least expect it using one of Skully's old cameras, or with Toby just in the background, mostly because Toby hates being in photos and will sometimes purposefully hide their face from the camera, or will take the camera beforee Cody cab take the picture.

They do not know how to tie a knot, and therefore doesn't know how to tie sneakers, even as an adult, and now they feel too embarrassed to ask for somebody to show them.

Breakfast food in general is a small comfort for them since Connie would often make him and Lyra breakfast for dinner on the nights she saw they were particularly down. Toby tries his best to recreate Connie's cooking, but keeps not making it right, and ends up having to throw it away because his food sensory issues physically won't let him eat it if it's not exactly the way she used to make it.

He doesn't have a phone, though he has been working towards getting one, but is scared that Slender will somehow track him through it or something.

He listens to cavetown.

Toby can hold his breath for a surprisingly long time, and almost even joined the swim team in highschool.

He was terrified of cats as a kid, and refused to get one or be near one. Toby has been trying to work on his fear though now that he's an adult, and even sometimes leaves food outside his window for the stray cats in the neighborhood.

Toby steals dice from every board game he plays just so he can have a tiny dice bag in his backpack to make little click-clack noises when he shakes it.

He read Percy Jackson in middle school, and sometimes studies Greek mythology.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticciwork #nina the killer #jeff the killer #x virus #lyra rogers #connie rogers #creepypasta headcanon

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello! I just read some of your fics and it was very well written, would you mind writing lee Todooroki and lers mineta + denki? hehe

Do me a favor

Some stuff happened today and am feeling sad, so why not write my sadness away ;D

Anyways, hello! Tysm for the req. and for feeding my lee Todoroki obsessed brain. Denki is also one of my faves (were both degenerates and share the same braincell LMAO) so I got excited when you requested him, but I was honestly a bit surprised seeing someone request Mineta. I'm assuming the fandom still hates him excessively lol. But sadly for this fic I will not be writing him as I don't have the braincells to write for more than two characters atm, but I still wanted to fill this out as I could use some lee Todoroki in my life :)

Hope you enjoy :]

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Todoroki x Denki (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Denki

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Todoroki! Just the guy I was looking for!" cheered out Denki as he strutted into the student dorm's living room, where Todoroki was casually lounging at. He gave him a soft hum to let him know he had his attention. "I have a favor to ask. Could I pretty please with a cherry on top copy your homework?!".

"Why? Can't you do it yourself?" Shoto asked in his usual stoic tone.

"This is a life or death situation, please! I'll do anything!" the blonde got on his hands and knees, trying to be as dramatic as possible. But Shoto didn't budge at all, instead he focused his attention onto the tv. Once Denki saw that his approach wasn't going to work he decided to play a little dirty. "Fine then, I'll have to take drastic meassures instead~" he teased as he threateningly wiggled his fingers at Todoroki. His eyes widened but before he could bolt on out of there Denki had already pounced on him. Pinning him down onto the sofa.

"W-wahait! We can tahalk about this!" nervous giggles spilled out of Shoto's lips as an awkward smile formed on his face.

"Less talking and more laughing!" Denki started massaging his thumbs along Shoto's hipbones.

"PFFT! AHAHAHA! N-NAHAT THAHAHAT!" Todoroki threw his head back as he cackled loudly. His eyes instantly squeezed shut as his cheeks grew flushed.

"Y'know what you have to do to make it stop~" Denki smirked evily as he playfully spidered his fingers up and down Todoroki's sides. The poor half n half hero tried his best to curl up on himself as the bubbliest giggles came out of him.

"Ahahahahaha! N-nohoho!".

"No?? Then I guess I'll just have to keep going~" teased the blonde as he vibrated his clawed hand against Shoto's tummy.

"GAH! NAHAT THEHEHERE! AHAHAHAHA!" Todoroki squealed in delight as he weakly grabbed onto Denki's wrist. Seeing as he got a good reaction, the electric hero kept tormenting the sensitive spot.

"Aww tiicki ticki tickle~" the teasing caused Todoroki to squeal once more, his face was fully flushed at this point.

"WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEAHAHAHA!" he would try to talk but only his loud laughter would come out of his mouth.

Seeing as he was getting desperate, Denki slowed down his fingers. Opting to draw random patterns along his tummy and sides. "So...changed your mind~?".

"Ehehehe! I-I'll hehehelp you with yohour homewohork okahay?!" poor Todoroki did his best to speak through his uncontrollable giggles. Even the soft touches tickled a lot.

"Really?! You mean it?!!" Denki asked like an excited 'lil pup, wagging his invisible tail.

"Y-yeheah! Just stahahap plehease!".

"Oops, sorry!" the blonde quickly got off of him "but seriously, thank you so much! You're a lifesaver!" he couldn't help but tackle Shoto into a hug of gratitude before dragging him off into his room. It's safe to assume that Denki managed to get a good grade in his work, all thanks to Todoroki of course.

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This was a nice distraction. I feel pretty good about this fic :)

As I was looking for a picture to place I suddenly remembered that scene where Todoroki calls himself the hand crusher and now I can't stop thinking about it xD. I swear Todoroki is peak comedian. That and 'my name is not 5 weenies' will forever live in my mind rent free.

#mha #bnha #tickle #tickle fic #fic #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #bnha tickle fic #bnha tickle #shoto todoroki #denki kaminari #lee!todoroki #ler!kaminari #asksksksks #anon ask #anon request

[boliv-jenta]

You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Warnings: smut. Full warnings under the cut.

Slight Dub Con vibes. Dave treats reader like his property. Male masturbation. Female masturbation. Tit job. Dirty talk. Sexting. A little F/F. F!receiving oral. Cum eating.

Five weeks. Five weeks of avoiding Dave. Five weeks of dealing with unanswered questions. Why did he leave his wife? His girls meant everything to him. He would have put up with Carol until the end of time for them.

Your phone vibrated, another text from a number marked as unknown but you knew exactly who it was.

You're pissing me off. God knows what I'll do to you when I find you.

You sent back a simple reply.

IF you find me.

While you were there you skimmed his other texts. Some teasing. Some threatening. There were a few pictures in there too. One of his cock, hard, red and glistening with pre come. With the words 'See what you fucking do to me.'

Then there was one of him holding his hard cock while a fresh load glistened on his stomach. "I need somewhere to dump all this cum."

The last one was a gif sent yesterday. A gif of his cock pumping in and out of some random pussy. He'd sent you a whole video too. Of her sucking his dick, his hands squeezing her tits, his thumb on her clit as he fucked her. You had to admit he had great taste in woman, she was gorgeous. Her breathy moans in her accented English, helped you cum around your vibrator as you tried to take the edge off. Dave was not going to win. You weren't just going to go running to him because he divorced his wife.

The gif played over and over as you pumped three fingers in your wanting hole. You came with a cry of his name.

A few days later a package arrived at the hotel your were at. You recognised the hand writing immediately. Looking around the foyer, you scanned for any sign of Dave. Your heart drumming in your chest as you did so.

It didn't let up until your were safe in your room. Opening the plain brown wrapping you found a vibrator. The brand you prefered, the one than had been wedged between your legs more times than you could count lately, but a new model. A note inside read 'I though you might have worn the old one out.'

Still in a heighten state of anxiety, the vibration of your phone made you jump. It was from him, am audio file attatched this time. Pressing play you heard a familiar buzzing then an even more familiar moan finished with a cry of 'Dave'. He'd been listening as you got off to his video.

You didn't know how to feel about that. Scared? Aroused? Violated? Thing with Dave were always intense this was the first time he made you feel uneasy. Not one part of you was okay with letting it lie.

The bar was quite the only sound came from the hurried conversation of hopeful speed daters. The ping of a little bell at the end of each round followed by the squeaking of chairs and shuffling of feet.

"First time at one of these things?" You made polite conversation when the woman you were watching finally approached the bar.

"Yeah. I haven't dated since high school. I'm recently divorce." She told you easily.

"I'm not surprised." She just blinked at you in confusion.

"Sorry I meant about the not dating since high school. Not the divorce thing. I'm guessing you married your high school sweetheart? I'm not surprised, you're beautiful. You probably had guys queueing up in high school." A deep blush settled on her cheeks. "Sorry. That was...Can we start again. I'm Melissa. Same as you, married young."

She relaxed at your awkwardness. "Hi Melissa. I'm Carol." When she shook your hand, you made sure to linger for a second. "I thought I was ready to get back out there. Try new things. Turns out speed dating is a little too fast for me. And these guys...."

You pulled a face and she giggled into her drink. "Do you want to finish our drinks over there?"

Three more drinks were finished. As you told her the tale of your divorce and she confessed hers. "....I was just afraid that the kids could tell. I tried to act like the love was still there. My husband, ex-husband, is a great guy, he travels a lot for work so it wasn't too hard to fake it for the girls. It was just when it came to the quite moments alone, there wasn't anything there for me. Even the sex..." She straightened at the realisation of what she had said, when you didn't flinch she carried on. "...he always took good care of me but there was no connection there. I missed making love." Downing the last of her drink she looked at you timidly. "Plus I wanted to try some wilder stuff." Her hand came to rest on yours. And that is how you came to be in possession of an video of your tongue buried in Dave's ex-wife's cunt.

The alcohol had made her bold so you figured why not. The way she reacted when you kissed her, you were almost sorry she didn't get Dave's A game. Carol didn't come to play. Her tongue rolled against yours as her hands gripped your waist. Taking her to the bathroom you got her to hope up on the sink before giving her a little something to ease your very slight guilt at screwing her husband for two years. It was actually her idea to film it. Which your phone instantly snatched from hers. She thanked you for the new experience and happily went on her way. She didn't even ask for your number. Your pussy eating game was flawless so you knew it wasn't you. Maybe Carol just wanted to hit and quit now. Good for her.

Between a few more drinks at the bar, a session of breaking in your new toy and passing out in your hotel room, you managed to send the video to Dave.

A fact that you weren't aware of until you woke up with something heavy between your legs. Coming to, you clenched around it. Jesus, had you really passed out with the toy inside you?

"Wake up, Princess." Dave's voice was like a bucket of cold water on your drunken head.

A scream of pure shock was muffled by Dave's hand clamping down on your mouth. "Shhh. There plenty of time for screaming later." He shoved the toy inside you so sharply it almost hurt. Almost. As it was it just made you see stars.

"Did you think you could shove your tongue in my ex-wife and I wouldn't punish you?" You gulped around nothing as your muscles clenched around the toy.

"Not only have you been withholding this pussy." He slammed the toy in again. "My pussy from me. You decided to tease me with eating out my ex-wife." The toy was almost uncomfortably deep now. It made your toes curl. Your fingernails drew blood from where you were gripping Dave's bare forearm as he still cover your mouth.

"You think I'd give you my cock after that little stunt? I'm gonna fuck you with this cheap bit of plastic." He plunged the vibrator in and out of you like he was unclogging a drain. It shouldn't have worked for you but the sheer force of it did. You came, moaning against his hand. "That's how fucking good I am. Even with a fake cock. I want you to remember that. Remember your place. Remember who you belong to. What I can give you. What I can take from you."

The whizz of leather on cloth sounded as he took of his belt. Finally removing his hand you gasped a breath but didn't dare to speak. Dave lifted your knees up and placed the belt underneath them. Putting the vibrator on its highest setting he shoved it back in, this time he pressed the ears to your clit as well. He'd barely moved his hand away and you came.

"So fucking sensitive." He wrapped the belt around your legs and fastened it tight. "I don't want that falling out."

He undressed as you lay there taking every sensation to the point of overstimulation. Tears streamed from your eyes by the time he straddled your stomach before spitting on your tits.

"Gonna cover you in my cum. " He panted as he slipped his cock between your tits. He held them tightly together creating a warm valley for him to use. His thumbs circled your nipples as he thrust his shaft between your breasts the red tip of it sliding out toward you.

"Tongue out." When you weren't quick enough to respond he slapped you across the face. Another orgasm drained out of you.

Lifting your head you complied with his wishes. Tilting you neck down, you managed to lick the tip whenever it got close. "My pussy. My ass. My tits. " Dave shouted as he got closer to coming. "Mouth open." Again you weren't quick enough. Again another slap.

When you opened your mouth Dave's movements sped up. "My mouth. My tongue. Oh my fucking god! Fuck. Take it." His cum shot out right up your chest, over your chin, your mouth, your tongue. Dave chased it with his own tongue. Collecting it before dumping it into your mouth and gripping your jaw. "Swallow."

You did readily.

"Good girl." He wiped the tears from your cheeks gently. Bending down he released your knees and pulled out the rabbit with a squelch. "Good fucking girl." He marvelled at the slick soaked silicone.

Between your hangover and the half a dozen orgasms all you could do was lay there. You body heavy on the bed. Dave went to the ensuite you could hear him taking a piss. He must be getting ready to head out. To your surprise he returned with an ice bucket of hot water and a wash cloth. His tongue skimmed the skin of your chest, tasting himself as well as the salt of your sweat. He licked and kissed every inch of skin before languidly cleaning between your legs with his tongue. He moaned against your folds as he lazily fucked his fist. With the water now cooler he cleaned you off. Finally, he tucked you in, pressed a kiss to you temple then left.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dave york x f!reader #dave york

[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

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[silversatoru]

hi!! i just started followed you and i love your works :)) could i request a smutty fushiguro megumi drabble/fic where he realizes he has a daddy kink?

daddy?

a/n: hi you are so sweet thank you!!! n the idea of megumi realizing he has a daddy kink is so fucking cute lmao i have been losing my mind over this idea,,,

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you call a classmate daddy in order to smuggle some homework answers and accidentally awaken a full blown daddy kink in your usually shy boyfriend

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obviously), mild manhandling, fingering

w/c: 1.6k

you really thought people would be more mature when you got to college,, or at least you hoped they would be. unfortunately, you’ve never been more wrong.

you had the most annoying busy-work assignment due tomorrow — and of course it wasn’t hard, but it was just so damn time consuming and you didn’t feel like doing it. but this is where the class group chat you were in comes in handy; you planned to ask if anyone had the answers but someone else had already beat you to it.

and then some cocky asshole who did the homework agreed to send the answers under one condition: he wanted someone to call him daddy. it was so stupid and horribly immature but this wasn’t any cocky asshole; it was a smart cocky asshole, and his answers were definitely reliable.

now, you weren’t a desperate woman, but this homework was a real pain in the ass and daddy was nothing but a word — so why not?

pls send the answers daddy, your thumbs danced across your phone and hit send before you could even think twice. a few moments later a picture of all the assignment answers came through the chat — success.

and now you could go enjoy a night out with your friends instead of wasting your time on that pointless shit. your boyfriend megumi had been waiting outside for you in his car, ready to pick you up and go to a house party a few streets up. neither of you were big party people but when your best friends nobara and yuuji were the ones throwing the party, you were obligated to attended.

megumi seemed a little off when you first hopped in the passengers seat, his facial features even more stoic than they usually were. you tried starting conversation a few times, but it was to no avail. something was clearly bothering him but he was refusing to talk about it — and then it finally clicked in your head:

“oh my god! this is about the daddy thing isn’t it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when you realized megumi was in that group chat too.

his eyes rolling in annoyance and his continued silence was all you needed to confirm your theory.

“come on, gumi, i was just getting the assignment answers so we could have fun tonight,” you pouted.

“yeah i know, i just don’t really like you saying that kind of stuff to other people,” he finally spoke up, his eyebrows scrunched together in distaste.

“fine, you’re right, i shouldn’t have done it. but it’s not like you have a fucking daddy kink or anything, so relax a little,” you let out a sigh and leaned back into the seat.

and he silently agreed with you — there was no way that he had a daddy kink, right?

the rest of the car ride was mildly awkward but some of the tension between the two of you had finally settled. you wrapped your hand in his as the two of you entered the house, greeting a couple friends on the way in.

after grabbing some drinks and hanging around the entrance for a few minutes you released megumi’s hand from your own.

“i’m gonna go find nobara quick, okay? try to relax and enjoy yourself a little bit,” you flashed him a smile and then stood up on your toes so you could whisper the next part into his ear, “see you in a few, daddy”.

you figured that if the word bothered him so much when you said it to other people, you’d like see how he’d react when you said it to him. and it took everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter when you saw the stunned look across his face.

you were laughing, but megumi found your comment to be anything but funny. his heart rate quickened and suddenly his jeans felt tight and — oh fuck, maybe he did have a daddy kink.

he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down the hall, pulling you into a guest bedroom and locking the door behind him. you couldn’t contain yourself when you started to connect the dots — his shocked expression and the obvious boner in his pants made it very clear.

“holy shit, gumi, you do have a daddy kink don’t you?” you giggled, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck.

he gave you an annoyed and embarrassed look, as if he was ashamed of it or something. but you couldn’t let him feel like that, not when the idea excited you just as much as it excited him.

“you want me to call you daddy? hm? moan it into your ears and beg for you? we could try it right now; that is why you drug me into this room, right?” you caressed the side of his flushed face, his eyes getting darker the more you spoke.

he gave you a quick nod and then the two of you collided together, messy kisses being scattered from your lips to your collarbone and everywhere in between. megumi was slow to start but once you had him going there was no holding him back. he broke off the kiss after a few heated minutes and before you could even catch your breath he gave you a rough shove that sent you falling to the bed.

he stared down at you with a brand new fire in his eyes, and it was fucking hot. if you knew calling someone random guy daddy would have awakened this in him, you would have done it forever ago.

in a matter of minutes his skin was hot against yours, your clothes nothing but a heap on the floor. his kisses were sloppy and rough, his head clouded with lust as he relished in his newfound turn-on. he wanted to have complete control over you, he wanted you to beg him for everything, and he wanted to hear you whimper the word daddy over and over.

he snaked two of his long fingers down to your clit and rubbed a few rough circles that made your legs twitch in anticipation. they then lowered to your entrance, his eyes widening when he felt the amount of slick that had already accumulated. you felt a warm redness flush across your face in slight embarrassment — it was kind of pathetic how quickly his shift in attitude went straight to between your legs.

knowing that you liked his newfound dominance sent a whole new wave of confidence coursing through megumi. his usually gentle fingers slid through your entrance with an entirely new force, causing your core to clench and your breath to catch in your throat. a disgusting array of squelches and moans quickly filled the air, your hands desperately grasping onto megumi’s body. he was delving his fingers deep into your caverns at a completely merciless pace and it was earning him the prettiest moans from your mouth.

“feels so good, gumi,” you mumbled as he had you squirming and whining underneath him.

“no- no i want you to say the other thing,” he pressed his forehead to yours and let his eyes rest shut as he savored every last one of your beautiful sounds.

you’d gotten so caught up in the pure bliss that was megumi’s touch that you’d completely forgotten about how this all started — the daddy kink. but now that he reminded you, you were gonna lean into it hard. you wanted to put on only the best performance for your wonderful boyfriend.

“your fingers feel so good, daddy, but your cock would feel better,” you cooed in his ear, sending electricity down his spine and straight to his dick.

“is that what you want?” he leaned back and opened his eyes to look at you, sliding his sticky fingers out of your soaking cunt.

“yes, daddy, please,” you begged for him, “i want you to fuck me”.

you could have swore you saw his dick twitch and his eyes get wide at your words, but you hardly had time to think about it before his two slimy fingers were shoved into your mouth. you shameless sucked them clean, running your tongue around and between them while megumi used his other hand to position himself at your entrance.

you flinched at the slight pain when he sheathed himself inside you — your body taking it’s time to adjust to the size. sure his fingers felt good, but you felt so much fucking fuller with his cock stretching your walls. the way he thrusted stuffed you so perfectly that you could barely even form words, your eyes rolling back into your head.

the two of you had sex on many occasions, but there was fresh intensity and passion flowing between you this time. your fingernails were digging claw marks into his arms and you could barely contain the array of moans leaking from your lips. between your noises and the creaking off the bed you were grateful for the loud music blaring through the house.

megumi even manhandled you a bit more than usual — tossing you around and pushing you into the positions he wanted you in. if he managed to work up the confidence he’d order you around too, and you’d just respond with whines and the occasional “yes, daddy”. the phrase was simple but every time those words left your pretty mouth tiny fireworks went off in his head.

when he murmured the words come for me, you were hopeless — a pitiful, whimpering mess who couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent phrases all stemming from the word daddy.

it was the best fucking orgasm of your life — and it was all because you’d been too lazy to do your homework earlier.

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[letterstotheflre]

that’s the thing about illicit affairs

summary: james was never hers to lose.

warnings: CHEATING, age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), tiiiny angst?? i don’t think it’s sad lmao, allusions to sex and one miniature sex scene, some food mentions, and a very badly written argument.

word count: 3k (why are they always so long ffs)

a/n: my first james potter fic <3 i love this man so much, sorry for making you the bad guy here. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks, and since i’ve been feeling kinda sad i finally got around to edit it. also hedric rights!!

They always meet like this.

The room is dark except for a small sea salt lamp she bought on sale from Target. Her clothes are piling up on the floor, discarded carelessly by her lover, and his are not too far from meeting the same fate.

He is kissing her hungrily as he could never get enough of her. His hands travel all over her back while she unbuttons his shirt, their lips never parting. He moves her to her bed, the sheets a pale green that reminds him of—

No. He closes his eyes tightly, pretends the green is actually blue like the lacy bralette that covers her breasts and moves his lips down to her jaw. He sucks and nips and bites, letting her moans echo freely between the four walls that make their little sanctuary.

Her hands quickly undo his belt and stroke him lightly through the fabric of his boxers. He groans against the junction of her neck, the skin softer than anything he’s touched in years.

He pushes her down on the bed, cupping her face while he looks at her properly, noting the tangled hair caused by his fingers. Her lips are puffy and shiny, his kisses being the perpetrator of their current state. He waits for her to say something, to give him a sign that this is okay.

(It’s not okay, and they both know it. It’ll never be okay.)

She nods her head, and he kneels in front of her, pushing her legs wide open before he dives in.

—

She is laying on her bed, the sheets covering her body as she watches him try to fix up his hair in front of the mirror on her makeshift vanity.

“Make sure no one sees you leave,” she says, “and put—”

“Put my hood up, I know,” he finishes the sentence for her. It’s not the first time they do this dance.

“Sirius and Remus are with Harry at home. I told them I was going for a run, so they won’t say anything if I show up all sweaty,” he adds, trying to fill the awkward silence.

She just nods her head, fingers playing with a loose thread on the edge of the sheet, pulling it a bit more every time she twists her index finger. He steps forward, then sits on her bed and traces her cheekbone with his knuckles. “You know I care about you, right?” he asks.

Her heart clenches, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest that makes it hard to breathe for a second. She lowers her eyes, refusing to stare at those hazel irises that started everything. “I know, James,” she assures quietly, looking at a picture of her and Harry that’s stuck to the wall just behind him.

James brushes back some stray hairs that are still stuck to her forehead, then presses a small kiss on the slightly sweaty skin. He gives her a tentative smile before heading to the door, and she only looks in his direction when she hears the click of the door.

(He might care, but not enough.)

—

Sundays are always a slightly awkward affair at first.

Both of their families have been friends for years, getting together every Sunday for lunch at the Potter’s. James and Sirius always man the grill with her dad, all of them wearing those corny ‘kiss the chef!’ aprons. Her mother helps Lily make the salads in the kitchen while they gossip with Remus, who steals a few tomatoes when they aren’t looking. Now that it’s summer, she and Harry splash each other in the pool instead of catching up in his room.

It’s always strange seeing James in the light of day, pretending that this is the only version of him she knows: the version of him that is a friend, a father, a husband.

But she knows the other version of him: the one that has her on her knees begging for a taste of him, the one that grips her hair while he pounds into her from behind, the one that lets his tongue explore places of her no one else has. The version of him that kisses her forehead and plays with her fingers while their bodies are tangled together under the sheets. The version of him that kisses her as if she were the only one made for him.

(She isn’t.)

They are sitting around the table eating. Sirius is laughing about something with his arm around Remus’s shoulders, his bark of laughter echoing across the garden. Her mother’s shoulders shake as Lily rolls her eyes in amusement. James and her father have gone back to the grill to bring everyone their second round of burgers, and she can hear her father complaining about something from work.

“Here y’go, kid,” says James as he places the plate in front of her before ruffling her hair. She tenses up for a second before relaxing, muttering a small “thank you” before reaching for the ketchup.

She hates that nickname. It’s so impersonal, keeps a distance between them that truly doesn’t exist. As if he isn’t the only person that can make her vision whiten and the colours of her room hazy while she clutches his shoulders. As if he isn’t the only person who can pull so many different sounds from her vocal cords, sounds he knows no one else has ever heard before because he is the only one who can create them.

She can feel Sirius’s eyes on her as she stretches one arm, so she hesitantly glances at him. He raises an eyebrow, eyes switching back and forth between James and her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind.

She gulps anxiously, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and goes back to eating.

—

James’s moans are loud as he gathers her hair in a makeshift ponytail. His cock is buried in her throat, and he watches as she gags for a second before relaxing her throat.

She’s taking him so deep that her nose nuzzles his pubic hair, the musky scent of James filling her nose as she breathes deeply through it. She starts moving her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she rises.

He is a mess above her, needy whines and wanton moans leaving his mouth. His hips thrust up softly, slowly fucking her mouth, and he relishes in the small choking sounds she makes. His head rolls back as he groans, “That’s it, baby, so good to me.”

She winces at the name and pulls away from him. “Don’t call me that,” she mutters, but her hands never stop stroking him. She takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking with a newfound fervour, his voice echoing inside her head as she tries to make him forget about her.

(She tries to forget too.)

—

Honey rays filter through her window.

They are both laying on her bed, James on his stomach while she refills the glasses with some cheap wine she got from the store. He looks at the tiny purple splotches on her neck and the red fingerprints on her hips, then smirks proudly. When she turns, she smiles at him softly.

There’s a summer breeze that ruffles her curtains, and he can hear some teenagers laughing as they walk down the street over the music that plays from her speaker.

She places her glass on her nightstand, her nipples brushing his naked back as she leans over him. She lays down on her side, her fingertips softly drawing shapes on his skin. It takes him a moment to realize they are not random shapes but letters.

Her name, written over his scattered freckles and connecting his moles with cursive loops.

He takes her hand and kisses it, slightly chapped lips pressing against her open palm. Then he kisses her lips, still bitterly sweet with grapes, as his tongue moves languidly against hers while he pulls her by the hand on top of him.

It feels like a distant memory. It feels like a dream.

—

The cacophony of different voices singing “Happy Birthday” rings in her ears.

Harry is at the front of the table, an adorable blush dusting his cheeks at the attention. On either side of him are James and Lily, smiles wide as they watch their son blow the candles. Cedric is behind him, hands on his shoulders, and he leans forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

She sings and claps, whooping with Sirius when Harry blows the last candle. She eats cake and drinks the pretty cocktails Lily ordered. She smiles and laughs, pretends she couldn’t see the way the candles made the golden band on James’s ring finger beam like the sun.

She pretends she doesn’t see the way James holds Lily’s waist before kissing her. She pretends she can’t see them dancing slowly to a song Remus put on the Spotify playlist as a joke.

She pretends she can’t hear his footsteps following her when she goes to the bathroom. She feigns disinterest when he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards a deserted corridor.

But she can’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he kisses her, the thrumming in her veins when he pushes one leg between her thighs, nor the pleasure-filled gasps and moans that leave her mouth when he helps her roll her hips along his covered thigh.

It’s thrilling; they’ve never done something like this in public, much less in such proximity to friends and family.

(In such proximity to her.)

Even though she knows it shouldn’t, it gives her a sense of victory. Because he is here with her now: he is kissing her, making her moan, and whispering dirty things in her ear.

A faraway call of his name breaks the spell they’re under. They pull away hastily; she fixes her dress while James makes sure there are no lipstick stains on his face. The footsteps are getting closer, heels hitting the floorboards at the same rhythm as their rapid beating hearts.

It’s Sirius.

James almost breathes a sigh of relief, but she remains tensed up. Sirius looks between them, the same look he had that Sunday all those weeks ago on his face, and she feels bile rising in her throat.

“Lily’s looking for you,” he says, his thumb pointing back over his shoulder towards the reception where everyone’s gathered.

“Right,” says James. “Better go see what she needs. You do not want to see an angry drunk Lily.” He laughs, almost oblivious to the awkward tension between his two friends. He goes back to Lily, leaving her leaning against the wall and Sirius standing in the middle of the hallway.

Sirius looks at her, and even though his mind already knows, he refuses to believe it. “I didn’t know where the bathroom was,” she offers as an explanation. It’s a flimsy excuse, she knows that, but it’s the best she can do under this kind of pressure.

“Right,” he whispers with a short nod, then follows James.

She stays rooted to her spot, lips tingling with the ghost of James touch and a guilty mind.

—

Hours later, she clings to a pillow as she lays on her bed alone. The same pillow James was resting on less than twelve hours ago.

She breathes in deeply, trying to catch any scent of him she can, but there’s only the scent of her fabric softener.

There’s no James. No citrus shampoo or woodsy cologne nor salty air from the beach near his house. Because he never wears any cologne when he comes to her, ensuring that there’s no trace of him once he leaves.

Like he doesn’t even exist.

—

It ends in a parking lot a month later.

She was waiting for Luna to arrive at the mall but ended up asking for a rain check when James texted her, saying they needed to talk.

‘Meet me behind the mall’, she texts him.

She walks to the back of the building and waits for his red car to show up. She already knows where this conversation is going to go, and her heart shatters at the thought of saying goodbye to him.

She raises her head when she hears a honk in front of her, and she gets in while whispering a small “hey”. He doesn’t start the car again, just settles for turning the ignition key off. She looks at the families leaving the mall through the tinted window, refusing to look at him, as her knee bounces up and down anxiously.

The silence is heavy, and she suddenly feels cold in the August heat.

James takes a deep breath, “We can’t keep doing this.”

She can’t help the snarky comment. “That’s not what you were saying yesterday while you had your fingers buried inside me.” He looks at her unimpressed, and she rolls her eyes.

“It’s wrong,” he says— as if she doesn’t already know that. “C’mon, baby, don’t make this harder than it has to—”

“I told you not to call me that!” she raises her voice, and the car gets silent again. She hates the tears that gather in her eyes, hates that she cares so much about him and their stupid game, but she couldn’t help it. Not when he whispered so many sweet nothings in her ears and caressed her skin so softly, almost afraid to break him if he was too rough.

(Not that he cared about that when he stretched her wide open and thrust so hard into her that the bed frame banged against the wall.)

“You can’t just show up here and tell me it’s over like you weren’t the one that came to me first,” she jeers, and she can see the tick of his jaw as he clenches it. Good, she thinks, make him angry.

“Don’t just blame me. You didn’t say ‘no’ once.” He grounds out, “In fact, I can recall you were begging me to fuck you against the wall.”

Her cheeks turn into a small fire, a slight feeling of shame overcoming her. “Oh, like you were any better!” she exclaims. “‘Been thinking about you for months.’ ‘You have no idea the things you do to me.’ ‘No one can suck my cock like you.’ ‘I care about you!’” She deepens her voice to mock him.

James opens his mouth to keep the ball rolling, and she wants him to do it because it meant that the fight was still on, that they wouldn’t have to end this. Instead, he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m telling you now it’s over. Stop acting like a kid who didn’t get her Christmas present,” he says, knowing exactly what he is doing with those words.

“I’m not a kid,” she snaps, her eyes fighting back angry teats at his dismissal. “Then stop acting like one,” he shrugs.

Her hands turn into fists, nails digging themselves into her palms as she tries to keep her anger at bay. “Do you know how much of myself I gave to you? How many plans with my friends have I cancelled in case you called? How many guys I stopped seeing because they weren’t you?” she rants, her voice increasing in volume as she lets her frustration take over. Then, she pauses. “You’ve ruined me, James.”

Her voice is so pained that it makes his heart clench, and he lowers his head, refusing to look at her. He knows, God, he knows what he’s done, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so lonely with Lily spending so much time at the hospital, and then there she was with her caring and understanding nature. With her adorable laughs and those touches that were so addictive, a mercurial high that gave him the lowest lows whenever he tried to stop.

He keeps his mouth shut; there’s nothing left to say anyway, and it’s better for her to hate him rather than anything else. “You are not going to say anything?” It’s meek, vulnerable, and she wants to slap herself for acting this way. She knew it would never last, that he would always choose her.

He was never hers to lose, so why is she still fighting?

She nods her head in surrender, biting her lip to stop herself from sobbing. The anger now gave way to sadness, “I can’t believe I let you make a fool of me.” Her voice is hoarse, a result of the lump in her throat that prevents her from swallowing comfortably.

She gets out of the car and slams the door shut, then leaves the parking lot, leaving him behind. She keeps walking, fingers gripping the straps of her bag until she reaches an empty street.

The golden sun is ready to dip on the horizon, and she can hear James’s car speeding behind her.

—

She doesn’t let the tears fall until she’s inside her apartment.

The moment she closed the door, she crumbled to her knees, loud sobs falling from her mouth and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. It takes her a moment to gather enough strength to walk to her room.

She cries and cries, buries her face in her pillows and starts sobbing even harder because she can smell him. The salty scent and citrus shampoo finally embedded themselves in the fabric, and she can’t believe that after all those days she craved to feel him close to her, he chooses now to leave a trace behind.

She cries for hours until her eyes are puffy and red, and snot comes out of her nose. Her chest heaves with short breaths that don’t really fill her lungs as she clings to that damn pillow before throwing it across the room. She can’t believe it ended like this: with her completely broken for anyone else while James gets to go back to his life and act like nothing ever happened.

Yet she knows that if she had to choose, she would do it all over again because if she had to choose someone to be her ruination, she would choose James Potter a million times.

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