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(12:47pm) wanna get lunch?

the text lights up the screen of your cellphone as you sit, feet propped on your coffee table, sprawled out across your sofa in the midday sunshine. there's something mindless playing on the TV that you've long since lost interest in, and at the prospect of food your stomach reminds you it's been a good couple of hours since you've eaten.

it's from eren, the guy you've been hooking up with for the past couple of weeks; a friend of a friend of a friend who you saw at too many parties and found way too pretty to complain when you inevitably ended up on his lap with his tongue down your throat on a lumpy sofa in a frat house basement.

it's not completely unusual for you to go out for food together, having struck a sort of casual camaraderie between the two of you - though these plans ultimately meant you'd probably end up naked and bent over the most readily available piece of furniture back at one of your apartments later on, depending on whose roommates weren't home.

sure, where? you reply after a moment's consideration.

(12:48pm) I'll pick you up, can you be ready in 20?

eren shows up to pick you up exactly 20 minutes later, which is unusual - he's never been on time for any plans the two of you have ever made, always running a minimum of fifteen minutes behind schedule.

what's even more unusual is the way he's dressed.

his shoulder length hair is pulled back into his trademark half-up hairstyle, but there's something neater about it than usual - like he'd combed it into place rather than haphazardly tying it up. he's dressed differently too: he's ditched his usual bomber jacket for a real coat - wool with large buttons dotted up the front - though he's left it open to reveal the hoodie he has on underneath.

"you look... nice," you say warily as you drop yourself into the passenger's seat of his car.

"thanks," he says with a light laugh at the clear hesitation in your voice.

the two of you drive for a while, you playing DJ with eren's spotify as he drives, until you pull up outside a restaurant on the other side of town.

"I think this is a private parking lot," you point out as eren pulls into a spot.

"I know that," he says, shifting the car into park and cutting the engine.

"woah, wait a minute," you say, eyes widening, "are we going to eat here?"

the restaurant you've pulled up to is far nicer than one you'd usually frequent together - a picturesque little bistro that serves brunch and has fresh flowers on every table. a far cry from the diners and fast food chains the two of you would normally visit.

"yeah," eren says with a shrug.

"why?" you ask him.

"looks nice," he shrugs again.

"too nice! eren, I'm not even wearing a bra."

eren's eyes flicker down towards your chest.

"hey!" you chirp, swatting at him. he laughs.

"it's not a big deal, we're just going in there to eat." he's so nonchalant about it that it only serves to annoy you more.

"exactly, so why don't we go somewhere more casual?" you counter, arms crossing over your chest.

eren purses his lips and looks through the windshield, his eyes narrowing a bit as though he's thinking hard about something.

"what?" you ask him, sensing he has something he needs to divulge.

"my parents are here," he says.

"uh, what?" you ask, confused. you look around the parking lot, but don't see anyone lingering nearby.

"we're meeting them for lunch," he explains further.

"UH, WHAT?" you repeat yourself, this time far more incredulously.

he looks at you, his green eyes paying careful attention to the furious crease in your brow.

"eren, what the hell?" you hiss at him.

"my mom wanted to meet you," he says, and as if sensing the fact that if he shrugs again you were liable to commit a crime, he freezes before his shoulders can rise.

you stutter over your words for a moment. "wha- how- why does your mom want to meet me?"

"i told her about you," he says simply.

you blink at him.

"she called one day and asked what I did that weekend, so I told her about the movie we went to see. she asked about you." he says it all so matter of factly that it almost makes sense.

"why did you tell her about me? couldn't you have just said you went with a friend?"

"you are a friend," he replies, "and I told her because she asked."

you groan, burying your face in your hands - not a shred of makeup on your face for you to worry about ruining, because you hadn't even bothered to put any on before you left the house.

"you told your mom that we're sleeping together?"

"no," eren says, his tone vaguely offended that you'd even suggest it.

you relax a bit.

"I told her we're dating."

your head snaps up, eyes wide as they land on the boy in the driver's seat.

the two of you stare at one another for a moment, and it seems like at the same time for both of you, the pieces click into place.

"you thought-"

"you didn't-"

you both start to speak at the same time, though neither of you finish your thoughts. truthfully, you don't have to.

"jesus, eren," you sigh, raking a hand through your hair. "a bit of warning would have been nice."

"warning about my parents or warning about us dating?" he asks, and he doesn't even bother to hide the amusement in his tone.

you look at him blankly. "both."

it's quiet for a moment in the car as you process this unexpected information.

"are they already waiting in there?" you sigh.

"yeah, but if you don't want to go in I can take you back home," eren says.

"it's fine," you reply, defeated but not unwilling to go along with this unexpected turn of events. you look at eren, whose face has seemed to brighten a little at your concession. "but we will definitely be having a conversation about this dating thing later."

"whatever you want," he agrees.

much to your surprise, lunch is incredibly enjoyable. eren's parents - grisha and carla - are sweet, and if they notice how underdressed you are for the occasion they both do a fantastic job at not letting on.

you chat about your hometown, and what you're studying, then about how you and eren met - admittedly opting to gloss over a few of the less lunch appropriate details when it came to the latter.

carla in turn reveals plenty of things about eren that you'd never even thought to ask - what he was like as a kid, his favourite foods, the fact that he has an older half-brother (who apparently was very upset he was missing the occasion.)

it's late in the afternoon by the time the four of you exit the restaurant - eren's warm coat having found its way draped over your shoulders. you say your goodbyes, and eventually you part ways - eren's parents heading towards where they'd parked their car down the street, while you and the tall boy beside you walk in the direction of the parking lot.

you've barely turned the corner of the building before you feel a pair of strong hands on your waist, the brick wall of the bistro suddenly pressing into your back as you're pushed into it. eren's mouth crashes down to meet yours.

you let him kiss you breathless - not caring that it's the middle of the day, not caring that you have a half-eaten mint in your mouth which eren's diligent tongue sweeps quickly into his own, not caring that his parents could drive by and see you at any time.

when he pulls away, your chest is burning from the lack of oxygen, your eyelids fluttering slowly open to look at him.

"what was that for?" you ask him, almost embarrassed by how breathy your voice sounds.

"my mom likes you a lot," he says, staring down at you as he continues to crowd you against the wall, one hand braced on the brick beside your face. you watch as he suckles on the mint that moments prior had been yours.

"s'that so?" you ask, "how do you know?"

"she texted our family group chat halfway through lunch," eren replies, "and then said it again when you went to the washroom just before we left. my dad liked you too."

you blink at him for a moment.

"i can't believe you tricked me into dating you," you mutter, shaking your head a little.

eren grins at you lopsidedly, clearly pleased with himself.

"so that means it worked?" he asks.

"only because your mom is so sweet," you sniff. you then reach up to point a finger at him warningly. "and if you ever pull a stunt like this again, the next time she calls you can tell her all about how I kicked your ass."

he laughs, catching your wrist in his much larger hand, bringing it towards him. his lips brush over the tip of your outstretched finger, hardly even a kiss, before sliding down towards your knuckles where he repeats the gesture - all with a smile curling up at the edges of his mouth.

"you got it."

he uses his grip on your wrist to pull you forward, his mouth meeting yours again.

at least you got your mint back.

[satorhime]

ʚ HONEYPOT. ɞ

ଘ genre: fluff, comfort ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader ଘ from 呪術廻戦 / jujutsu kaisen ଘ word count: 2.3k ଘ beware: no real warnings, fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, mentions of menstrual symptoms (cramping and fever), descriptions of menstrual pain, mention of birth control, a sprinkle of toji-typical cuss words, toji is a himbo in disguise, soft toji, he’s a little insecure now that he’s falling in love (took him long enough) lmao ଘ synopsis: it’s really surprising that when toji experiences you on your period for the first time, he is a manic cross between horrified and overprotective.  ଘ request: anonymous asked: im a sucker for husband!toji so if u don’t mind, I’ll ask for a fluffy oneshot/headcanon? where reader is on her period while toji here takes care of her :> please & thank u! ଘ notes: soft toji soft toji SOFT TOJI. writing fluff gives me the biggest, most active butterflies for this man ever. i was originally going to do headcanons but i’m too longwinded hehe, hope you enjoy <333 p.s. make sure to click the link for toji visual because this is how i imagined him the entire damn time LMAO. reblogs are loved  (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

 fushiguro toji is absolutely horrible with gals. 

sure, he’s good at sweet talking them into causing trouble with him in the dark but when it comes to being supportive, a shoulder to lean on when a woman’s tears start flowing in big, fat waves toji locks up, the grimace on his scarred features only making them cry harder. 

he also has a terrible habit, much worse than being a chain smoker: toji will downright scoff and call them a crybaby. to their faces. while they’re crying. 

but when you’re the one in pain, something in toji shifts. breaking down into the man you likely dream of him being before he can help it. not that he’d ever admit it to you or himself, but his corroded heart has a deep soft spot for you, his little wife. filled to the brim and overflowing with annoyingly pink, heart-shaped candies you probably put there yourself. 

still, it’s really surprising that when toji experiences you on your period for the first time, he is a manic cross between horrified and overprotective. 

after all, you don’t expect him to be caring. 

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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝖊. 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗: chapter four

synopsis: after a successful performance at Rolling Loud, (y/n) is approached by a member of the talent agency with a proposition that she can’t refuse. Because of this, she finds herself sacrificing her prior plans with EJ. Where she fears that she’s pushed the rapper away. But passing time and building tensions cause the pair to reveal their true feelings that they never got to reveal in person.

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cw: language, mentions of alcohol and weed, sexual themes, phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

wc: 7.4k

📝: I know you guys have been waiting patiently on this one and I promise I’m not tired of it or anything, full fic chapters just take a bit more time and I didn’t want to rush or half ass it. So I hope y’all enjoy.

“And what would you say if I told you I wanted you just as bad..would you hold it against me?” “When I want to fuck the shit out of you? Not at all..”

“What exactly do you have in mind?..”

the first words to fly from (y/n)’s mouth amid this mystery man’s proposition. True enough, he may have been a representative on behalf of your talent agency but you didn’t know him from a hole in the ground. And why come here of all places? Wouldn’t this be better suited for an office. Still, you’d hear him out for the hell of it. “We want you to star in one of our artist’s new music videos. He begins rolling out his album this week and he’ll be dropping the lead single. We figured what better way to get people talking than to have a rising star like you alongside him.”

what should have been a compliment seemed a bit backhanded in your eyes. Naturally, it made sense to have someone popular as yourself next to him to garner attention but you couldn’t help but think that he was picturing you as more of a controversy piece than anything. Homie hopping through different rappers was not a good look. leaning against the doorway, you’d furrow your brow a bit, folding your arms as well. He could sense that you were a little hesitant of the idea but he was sure he’d sell you on the idea eventually.“I’ll be honest, that performance tonight was incredible. What you did out there was beyond words. It’s only been an hour and the internet is going crazy. You’re a big deal, miss (l/n)..I wouldn’t take it lightly. In fact, he specifically requested you.”

for a moment, you’d sit with his words and just ponder on what he meant. Naturally, you were a bit skeptical that this mysterious man just approached you out of nowhere and asked to be in a music video. The problem wasn’t exactly the offer itself as you were deeply flattered but rather the fact that it was only being extended to you..“No offense, Mr. Smith, but I wasn’t the only one on that stage tonight. My girls were equally as amazing so where is their video shoot?” Truthfully, he couldn’t argue with you there and he understood why it came off a bit shady but there was another part he hadn’t told you. Merely chuckling, Erwin leaned over against a nearby stand. “I agree, everyone has done so wonderful. But simply put..you’re our client and the group as a collective, is not. Truth is, we want to get the ball rolling on this as soon as tomorrow morning. The second he’s done here, he’ll be boarding a flight and headed to L.A and we hope you’ll join him. The way I see it, the more the merrier so if the other lovely ladies would like to tag along and star in the shoot, we’d be happy to have them. Whether you decide to invite everyone or do it on your own..you only have an hour to make your decision. We know it’s sudden notice so we’ll pay you quite amicably..twice as much as the club gig plus full expenses covered. We want to ensure you’re taken care of. So, does that sound like a deal?” after hearing those terms, your mind was all but made up! You had made a pretty good grip off of that club appearance plus the brand deals that followed after so to double that..you were game. Looking up at him, (y/n) flashed the big time executive a smile and assured him that not only would you be there but you’d have the rest of the crew with you. with that, the two of you parted ways for the time being. Leaving you to make a couple calls and get things in order. you couldn’t believe you had been presented with something like this and that this artist had requested you personally! It felt like such a huge honor. Although, it did beg the question….

who the hell was the rapper you’d be working with?! He never told you that part. Surely, it couldn’t have been EJ because he definitely would’ve said something or asked you himself. Which still left a handful of artists signed to them that could be performing tonight. Speaking of, the one person’s set you wanted to see was up next so you’d shoot a text to your group chat, telling all of them to call you immediately and that it was important.

hopefully, they'll answer on time and you could make a break back to the hotel to get packed and board that flight in less than an hour. You had never been on such a tight schedule but it was a sign of things to come you supposed.

maybe you were finally about to ascend into that next level. That your star would be rising a lot sooner than you thought. Now was no time for contemplation anyways. You had to go get this money!

a few moments later, your phone would begin ringing and it was Niesha calling. A complete shocker that she was the one to pick up. But it’s when you swiped over and the video connected, that you’d be greeted by all of their drunken, smiling faces. “(Y/NNNN), hey bookie. What’s wrong?” Niesha, slightly slurring her words as loud music and lights thumped behind her in the background. It seemed like they were having a good time and you hated to disturb that but this was important.

“Hey, listen. I know it’s soon but can y’all make it to the hotel in an hour? I just got us a good ass gig. They said they’ll fly us out—“

however, before you could finish your little rundown, you were interrupted by the sounds of faint groaning. “C’monnn, (y/n). We just got done working. Take a break for a little bit. You’re gonna run yourself in the ground, baby.”

now normally, your best friend never led you astray or gave you some dumb advice but with this much riding on it, you were not trying to hear that bullshit! “Y’all, I’m serious. The man from my talent agency just offered me a spot in a music video and said that if we can all be there, we can all be in it.”

even though you were speaking, there was no way she or anyone else was hearing you. Nor did they care to, honestly..that’s when the more level headed member Brianne jumped in and sounded off. It just wasn’t with the result you expected.

“(Y/N), listen..can’t believe I’m saying this but Niesha’s right. We need a break. You’ve been working real hard and so have we. It’s Rolling Loud weekend. It’s some good parties, go enjoy them and enjoy yourself. It can wait.”

“No, Bri. This can’t wait! Y’all, please. I’m trying to get us paid. You know imma break bread with y’all first.”

that’s when you’d see those pink curls step back into frame and that you were about to get unfiltered advice from the one who always gave it to you straight..

“(Y/N), baby. I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s cool and a legit offer and all but we have three performances in the next month that you have us booked for. You gotta give yourself some time to rest and have fun. Bitch, life is too short to be working all the time. What good is some money if you ain’t here to spend it?” She had a good point and you hated it..but still…you had to take the chance!

“Nieshaaaa, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing nothing. You know I’m right..”

just then, you’d see another person enter the frame and they were calling for Niesha..pulling her into a bunch of kisses and gently grabbing her waist when they did. “I’ve been looking for you.” And she looked thrilled to see them too. It was the blonde dude from earlier and it was safe to assume she had been doing more than ‘talking’ to him.

“Girl, as you can see I’m kinda busy. Imma call you later, bitch. Byeee.”

before you could stop her, she’d disconnect the line and you were left looking dumbfounded…that was utterly pointless. There was no way you’d get them all corralled and of coherent mind in an hour. As they were right now, they’d do nothing but give Pole Assassins and yourself a bad rap.

letting out a deep sigh, you’d regroup and cut to plan b; taking this gig solo! You wanted to share this with them but you couldn’t beg four grown women to act right. Besides, they had been going hard and you admittedly had been pushing them so maybe they had earned a break, even if you didn’t want one.

just then, your never ending train of thought was derailed by the sounds of loud screaming and chants. Along with that same voice that had you swooning not too long ago.

“Rolling Loud, make some fucking noise!”

EJ’s set had already begun and you didn’t want to miss a single second. It was very rare that he’d even make an appearance and judging by the volume of those shrieks, everyone shared the same sentiment. Rushing over to a nearby tv screen streaming the performance, you’d see him moving across, hype as ever and completely in his element.

one of his newest singles that had been making its rounds was his first track and of course, you knew every word. He left you in awe every single time. That’s when another realization crossed your mind and crushed you all the same…

the two of you had plans! Plans to hang out and hopefully get to know one another better..something you had been looking forward to but obviously, work came first. You couldn’t just abandon such a big opportunity for a man, not even someone as famous as him.

not only would it just be utterly stupid but you’d be a grade A hypocrite as well. Soon, your smile began to fade and the excitement you felt listening to his voice faded to white noise. Right now, sticking around wasn’t an option. You’d only further hurt your own feelings, thinking about someone who was nothing more than an acquaintance to you and time was getting shorter. This was far more important.

taking one final glance back at the screen, you’d then shoot off to grab your things. You could make it back to the hotel in about ten minutes, get your things packed and meet them in the lobby before time was even up. You wanted to show the agency you were serious about building your brand. Anything else would have to wait..

“I’m sorry, EJ. I’m sure you, of all people, understand what it’s like. I’m sure we’ll kick it again soon but right now, I gotta go.”

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12:35am, departing from Miami International Airport

Just as Mr. Smith had promised, you found yourself boarding the steps of the private Boeing 747 jet a little after midnight. For a while, you’d be saying goodbye to Miami and headed to the second infamous Sunshine State.

what awaited you was a mystery, as it’d be your first time doing a music video. Not only that but starring in one as well. All of these huge opportunities are coming your way and yet, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of anxiety and guilt. You knew that it was of no fault of your own that your girls chose to stay behind but you weren’t the type to switch up on the people you started with just because of a little bit of money. But now wasn’t the time to sit and contemplate your decisions. You had to go into work mode and get your mind right. Once you made it to the top step and onto the mahogany carpets of the plane, you were greeted by two faces you had only seen in pictures and friendly gestures. “So you did make it..man, I’m so glad.”

it was none other than rapper Prince Cee, aka Connie Springer. He, along with the man sitting across from him, Onya The God, were both a part of the same collective as EJ and were super talented. You were a fan of their whole group and couldn’t believe that it was him requesting that you be in his video. Although you hadn’t been formally introduced, neither of them had a problem standing up to greet you with a giant hug. Dressed in all of their designer clothes, chains swinging from around their necks and smelling like Baccarat cologne, you couldn’t help but shudder a bit..was this man and his whole crew this fine?!

“Well don’t be a stranger, lil mama. Go ahead and get comfortable, we got a long flight and I know you probably tired.” and he’d be correct. After being in seven inch stilettos for nearly an hour, twirling nearly twenty feet in the air, exhausted would be an understatement. How your girls had the energy to go party after performing, was insane. But you’d accept Onya’s offer and take the third seat across from them. You had only been on a few planes in your lifetime but this was nothing like you had ever seen. Red leather seats that resembled sofas, foot rests, silver buckets housing unopened bottles of champagne and a spread of delicacies that they were more than happy to share. just then, you’d hear the pilot signaling for takeoff and you’d feel the plane began to lift up.

“Yeah. I appreciate you guys inviting me for this..I honestly can’t believe it.”

“Ain’t no problem, baby. You was our first pick when they asked us. We know it was a little bit late to but we happy you decided to come.”

Connie, who was in the midst of opening some champagne, poured you all a glass once the fluid fizzled out. After such a successful performance and the beginning of his album rollout, he was going to enjoy this tiny break and celebrate to his heart's content. Just for the occasion, he had been given a new chain that was currently laced around his neck.

meanwhile, you sat cross legged away from the two gentlemen, taking a bite of some snacks before engaging in the conversation. “What about your homegirls though? They didn’t want to come?”

to which you’d simply shake your head as you sipped your drink. “They had something else they were working on so they couldn’t make it.” Not wanting to let these strangers in on their laxed attitude and refusal to show. You didn’t hold it against them. If they wanted to rest and play, that was fine by you. But nothing was going to stop your grind.

“That’s too bad. Would’ve loved to had the whole crew but we gone have fun, promise. If it’s anything we can do to make you feel comfortable or make it easier, just let us know. We wanna take care of you.”

if it were one thing you were incredibly grateful for, it was these guys’ kind hospitality. You were admittedly a little scared to take this leap alone but you didn’t have to be so closed off. They were like coworkers; employed under the exact same talent agency as yourself but to them?

“Yeah, we like family now!” Connie, who had raised his glass to propose a toast on behalf of yourself, their performance and the pending success of the album. Prompting both you and Onya to follow suit. You were so excited for what was to come. There was a nine hour trek to California so it was best to become friendly.

the three of you eventually began talking, drinking, listening to music and just having a good time. They were both so respectful and nice. Complete opposite of what the media portrayed of their personas. They asked about your pole dancing, told you how crazy you guys’ dance went and that they’d love to have you on stage with them some time. it made you feel so much better about things and that you felt as if you made the right decision. However, it wasn’t until he brought up a mutual acquaintance that the guilt kicked right back in.

it was when you asked about what type of concept he was going for in the shoot and what to expect that it came about..

“Well we just wanted this shit to look like one big party..cameos from all our friends…have some pretty women slide through. Just have fun. We even tried to get EJ in it but his ass don’t even know how to just relax and play.”

EJ! The same EJ you had just stood up without so much as a word! How the hell could you have forgotten that he had just invited you out.

taking a hard swallow, (y/n) tossed the remainder of your champagne down your throat and kept your eyes focused on the two of them, so as not to appear nervous. You were incredibly frustrated with yourself right now. “EJ was going to be in the video?”

“That’s what we had planned. We asked him to get on this flight with us and come out but he said he had something more important to do. That he had plans tonight and tomorrow.”

right then, your heart damn near sank..you were almost certain said plans were hanging out with you and selfishly, you just abandoned them to chase a dollar. Could’ve at least had the courtesy to apologize but with you all thirty thousand feet in the air, you doubted any correspondence would make it through to him at this altitude.

the best you could do was perform some damage control when you landed and try to apologize. But with someone like him, excuses probably didn’t mean much. He struck you as the type of person who was very strict in his boundaries and you had once, maybe twice as best to do him dirt before dismissing you altogether.

“I’m telling you, that man don’t know nothing but work. Only way he’ll pop out at a club is if they pay him. He won’t do parties, it’s always serious with his ass.” Connie expressed as he rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly uncomfortable with his friend’s behavior.

“Is it that bad?” Pretending to be oblivious to his behavior, even though you witnessed and heard it from his mouth firsthand. Chuckling as you took a bite of a strawberry.

“He wouldn’t even let me record on the first day because I showed up five minutes late and he hated the song! Kicked me out and told me don’t come back until I had something better.”

now you couldn’t help but laugh a bit because he himself had told you that he didn’t play when it came to recording and producing for people. He hated having his time wasted and he said from his own admission: “I won’t put my name on some bullshit. I refuse. Waste my time with some dumbass song and I’ll put you out.”

it would take only one conversation to realize how much of a no nonsense person he was. So it came as no surprise that he didn’t want to participate in this. As to why he didn’t want to go to his little friend’s get together and why he preferred to chill with one person. Which made you feel all the more worse because he looked so excited to hang out.

“Don’t worry, he’s not as bad as you think. He’s actually pretty cool when you get to know him. He just stays to himself and don’t really be with all the drama. Would be nice to see his ass relax though. Be making me fucking nervous..gone fuck around and have a heart attack before he turns thirty.”

Onya, shaking his head as he drank the remainder of his glass. It seemed that these dudes cared deeply for Eren, as your friends did for you. When they told you to take it easy, they meant it from a place of love. Not of laziness..maybe when you got back to Miami, you’d take some time off and possibly get a rain check for your ‘date’. That’s if he’d even talk to you again!

for now, you’d enjoy the venture through the skies and the remainder of your long night.

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meanwhile, a blacked out sedan transporting the Grammy award winning rapper was slowly peeling from the parking lot of the arena when it was bum rushed by a bunch of rabid fangirls. “We love you, EJ!” “Marry me!” Could be heard from behind the glass as Eren attempted to ignore it. This was all but inevitable every time he made a public appearance. Hence why he preferred to stay home! He had just finished up his surprise headline performance and it was every bit of the amazing experience everyone knew it would be.

he had ‘crashed’ his friends’ performance, coming out during him and Prince Cee’s joint song..only to steal the show and finish out the night with a few of his own tracks.

somehow, it always ended like this. Him chasing women off with a stick and not being interested in the slightest. “You’re a lucky man, Mr. Jaeger. Not many people can say they have women chasing them down the street.” Currently, he was sitting spread legged in his seat, nonchalantly igniting his blunt as his assistant chimed off.

he wasn’t concerned about them at all. Half of them just hopeless groupies; probably married or had a man and was hoping he’d snatch them up instead. It wasn’t uncommon for artists to hook up with fans but he’d never do such a thing and cross that boundary. Besides, he didn’t want something everyone else could have.

“Mhm. If you say so.” He really wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone right now. Except the one person he had invited out..yet, when he left, there was no sign of (y/n) anywhere. He assumed that you’d be waiting for him backstage or in his dressing room. Perhaps it was wishful thinking of a dynamic that didn’t really exist between you two like that.

maybe he had been a bit too forward with inviting you to kick it with him..seeing that he was visibly annoyed, his faithful assistant Floch tried to change the subject.

“So Mr. Springer has already left to shoot his video, he told me that he wished you would’ve joined them but he knew you’d probably decline..” as he was rambling, Eren just peered down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling at nothing..hoping he’d get a response from the one person he wanted to hear from. Not paying him any attention until he said something that piqued the artist’s interest.

“They left with some girl who’s supposed to be the lead. She was stunning too..I seen Mr. Smith from the talent agency talking to her. I think she was one of those pole dancer girls from earlier.” Just then, his head rose up slowly and he’d shoot him a glare.

“What did you say?” And by his tone, Floch became terrified because he wasn’t sure if he had something wrong.

“I—uh, just saw Mr. Smith talking to her. Apparently Mr. Springer asked her to be in his video so she left.”

“What’s her name? The redhead suddenly shifted in his seat; he had to think about it for a moment but just then it clicked as he recalled seeing a name inscribed on the back of her jacket.

“(Y-y/n)..I believe.”

just then, he felt a feeling that had never registered with him before..was this sadness? Jealousy?…less known over a woman?! He barely even knew this chick and here he was getting possessive and upset that she left to go be in a music video with one of his friends.

and he knew Floch wasn’t saying any of this to be condescending or funny because he had no idea about the little bond that had formed or the rumors that were circulating. He was a true professional to his core and made it his mission to stay out of his boss’ private affairs.

however, Eren was losing his mind a little. On one hand, if he became irate, it’d give away the fact that he had developed a bit of a crush on the influencer. On the other, he couldn’t believe that Connie would ask for you specifically, especially when he was somewhat aware of what went down.

“..I see.” nodding his head and glaring aimlessly from the window. Letting a smirk crack across his lips eventually..hell, all he could do now was charge it to the game and go on about his business. No time to be jealous or get in his feelings. Instead… “Hey Floch. Set me up a flight to Atlanta. First thing in the morning.” For now, he had to get you off his mind and he knew just the way how.

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“Beautiful! Love it, guys.” the voice of the video director echoed through a megaphone at studio set six. You all had just finished out the remainder of the music video you were shooting. Things were wrapping up and it was yet another task you could check off your goal list. Saying you were the star of a music video was going to be huge.

“Aye, (y/n). That was perfect. Thank you so much, beautiful.” “Yeah, you did your thing, ma. We appreciate you.”

the two gentlemen you had attended with came over and greeted you with giant hugs as a show of their gratitude. It had been a few days since you touched down in Los Angeles and it was nothing like you had pictured. Then again, you were here partaking in work rather than leisure. You were behind studio walls instead of walking Rodeo so naturally, it all looked different. But it wasn’t all too bad.

plus, with the hefty paycheck that Mr. Smith had deposited to you, you had no complaints!

“No, thank you both for inviting me. This has been so much fun and I can’t thank you enough for the opportunity.”

needless to say, the shoot was a success. It involved a pool party, riding a motorcycle and you even dancing on Prince Cee’s lap. And you couldn’t lie..it had been a hell of a long time since you’d had a man grip your waist like that so you enjoyed that part a little too much! It’d be a shock for sure when it was finally released to the world to see yourself being felt up by him.

but this was just business and nothing beyond it. People do that all the time. Once they finish all the editing, it’d be released later this week, along with two new songs from the duo and you were so excited for both of them. You had no doubt that his album would be a huge hit. You were truly rooting for them.

“It’s all good. Like we said, we family now and you did us a big favor. Let us take you to dinner tonight and show you around. I know you said you ain’t never been out here before so we gotta take you to one of the best spots out here.”

“I’d really like that, y’all. Thank you so much.”

with that, plans for the evening had been set in motion. It would be nice to actually get out and enjoy LA before you had to leave..and who knew the next time you’d be able to visit? It was around seven at night over here on the west coast and you couldn’t help but wonder how your girls were spending their night. You had heard from them earlier in the form of a FaceTime call..all of them congratulating you on the video and saying they couldn’t wait to see it. meanwhile, they had been partying nonstop. Sailing on yachts, going to clubs and Niesha was being pampered by her little producer boyfriend. You were truly happy for them and loved to see their smiles.

but you also couldn’t help but to think about how a certain someone was doing. The second you touched down, you sent Eren a text apologizing for standing him up. Explaining that it wasn’t intentional but you had a job come up and if he were still interested in hanging out once you got back to Florida, you’d love to.

however, it went unanswered and you felt terrible. He wasn’t like everyone else nowadays. You couldn’t go stalk his social media or see what he was up to because he was so tight lipped about his life. Which you couldn’t fault him for at all but it didn’t stop you from worrying. You guys were constantly texting and even talked on the phone. Per your last conversation, you seemed fairly close but maybe he was mad at you. Someone like him didn’t put too much stake in people so you were probably not even on his mind now.

which sucked to think about…because he was a lot of fun. He made you laugh and not to mention, his playful flirting invoked feelings in you that hadn’t ever been there with anyone else. You saw his comments he had left on your last video from Rolling Loud and it made you laugh a little. “👀 damn.” Because the two of you knew it was a troll but everyone else was scrambling to make him out to be a simp.

“Alright, everyone! Thanks so much for your hard work. We’ll see you all next time.”

with that, the entire crew gave themselves a round of applause and proceeded to clear out of the set room. You’d probably head back to your hotel, get changed and grab a late night dinner at one of these lofty, upscale restaurants with the two guys. However, nothing could have prepared you for what was really about to take place when you made it back to your room and retired for the evening. Things were about to get much more heated than you expected.

two hours later…

it was nearly ten o'clock when you finally made it back to the Chateau Marmont; one of the city’s finest resorts and where you had been resting these past few days. It was beautiful..rich with history and decor. It was an absolute haven and although you were enjoying all of the amenities it had to offer, you were most looking forward to being swaddled up in the comfortable bed. Having settled in for the evening, (y/n) began removing your makeup and getting ready for bed. Connie and Onya were nice enough to treat you to a five star dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and being all around gentlemen.

but it was as you were putting your hair up that you’d see your phone ringing and it was a FaceTime call.. “..at this time of night?” Questioning as you went to accept the call with a furrowed brow and confused expression on your face. Still, you were more than happy to see it!

“Eren..what a nice surprise!”

“I could say the same. Didn’t think you’d pick up, honestly.”

on the other end was the one person you had been hoping to hear from. It’d be nearing a little after one am on the east coast so he must’ve really wanted to talk to you. As always, he was facing a blunt, taking the roll between his pretty lips and lying in bed, shirtless. He had that exhausted drawl and deep tone that you’d heard the first time around. “Well I was just getting ready for bed. Just got back from dinner so I’m ready to lay down.”

smirking at your response before blowing another cloud from that spliff. You hated how attractive he made everything look! Including the facial hair he was starting to grow out and his long locks cascading around his face. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of guilt..you just disappeared on the man without so much as a word the other night and here you were pretending nothing had happened!

“I don’t blame you. How’s LA?” The words felt condescending because of your own conscious eating away at you. You ended up confessing that you took the flight in your text and that you were sorry but maybe he hadn’t forgiven you for that. A pang in the pit of your stomach resonated and you were growing nervous. “It’s pretty nice. Can’t complain, honestly.” “I’m glad to hear that.” His words trailing off as he lazily eyed you up and down yet again. He always did have a habit of doing so when you were in his view. As sexy as you were, he couldn’t help it.

eventually, you couldn’t take the tension and addressed the elephant for yourself. “Yeah..listen, I’m sorry about the other day. I didn’t mean to dip on you like that. They just asked me so quick that I—“but your explanation was quickly halted by a hand into the camera. Truth was, he didn’t care. You didn’t owe him any sort of answer. He was not your man nor was he the one paying your bills so that bag came first. He understood that better than anyone..

“Why are you telling me? I’m not mad at you, mama. You did what you had to do.”

widening your gaze, you’d be taken aback by his reaction. Most guys would’ve been feeling a way or swearing that you were on some sneaky shit..even if you weren’t dating! Hence why you strayed from relationships. But this man was much different! “You’re not upset?…but I— “but you what? Done your job?”

when he put it that way, he made you realize how silly it sounded. Leaning up into the camera as you walked back to your bed, Eren glared directly at you. “I’ll be honest..had you picked hanging out with me over something like this, I probably would’ve never spoken to you again and I’m being serious. Besides, you did the little bald bastard a favor so don’t feel bad.”

still, his statement was so matter of fact that you couldn’t help but laugh a little! “Wait? Why not?” But the answer was simple. It was such a pet peeve, among many other ticks of his when women would rather cling on to him for a come up, rather than make her own way. And vice versa. That’s why he fucked with you so heavily. He saw your work ethic and it was so sexy. It was so attractive how you maneuvered and handled your business. Also, he knew your homegirls were back in Miami partying with his best friend so the fact that you made this trip alone was commendable.

in fact, he was glad you did so he could finally get the one on one time he had been craving..he would’ve never been able to do so with four other women running around. What you didn’t know, was that he too had made a little trip himself: to Atlanta to help out with another friend’s project. Who was ironically beefing with the man who you had just shot a video with! It was amusing to him because the disagreement wasn’t even serious and having to record these two idiots throwing slams at each other in a track over something so trivial was hilarious.

that and he was a bit salty with Connie for nabbing you away. Especially when he had some things he wanted to say to you..preferably in person but it’d have to do right here..

“Well you know me..I gotta get mines. But I promise the second I’m back in Dade, imma come see you. I might take a little break so I’m gonna need you to help me relax.”

hearing you say those words invoked something in him..feelings he had been all but trying to conceal. But there was no need. It was obvious that tensions were boiling over between you two and there were only so many subtle innuendos you could throw before someone got the hint…

inhaling once more, Eren laid back against his pillows, raising the phone a bit and you were angled to where your head (and exposed chest) were sitting upright; amply cupped in that tank top you had on. (Y/N) was hoping to play it coy because you didn’t want to appear as easy but hearing his voice again and having these talks..you couldn’t help but to feel some level of intimacy. It was a bit forward for just a friendship but it wasn’t as if you two were even remotely close to a relationship either.

so what exactly was this?…why did you feel so comfortable with him? Why did you want to be more open than you already were….

you’d have your answer shortly when the topic got a bit more escalated. “Shit, you’re not by yourself. I mean, I’m up in Atlanta at the moment but for sure..I got you, gorgeous. We’ll have to link.” That tone causing tingles up your spine again. Truthfully, you had been drinking a bit and having pent up, unreleased feelings were getting to you.

moving a hand down to your stomach, you’d toil with the thin material as he watched you through the camera. Eventually watching his own disappear downward. It was crazy how much sexual frustration and attraction the two of you were harboring right now. Yet, neither of you wanted to make the first move! Was it respect? Shame? Worry that the other might not view you the same afterwards? Still, he had to go for it because he had been waiting days to see that pretty face again and it didn’t help when you posed the question:

“..I’m down. So what you tryna do?” Almost as if you two were playing a game of chess and you had just set the pieces in motion for him to make his move. Almost as if you were hoping he’d take the bait and initiate this intimate moment.

“What you mean?”

“When I get back. What you got in mind?”

furrowing your brow and biting at that lower lip so gently, (y/n) waited patiently for what he had to say. And it’d be an unexpected answer. Peering over his shoulder once as to not make sure anyone was around, Eren stared back at you; glazed, glossed over green eyes barely even open but he was looking right through you and knew what you both needed.

“I mean, if we being real..we don’t even have to wait. Cause I’ll tell you what I want right now.” Closed mouths didn’t get fed in his opinion. It was obvious that you weren’t scared or acting all innocent so why should he? Why should he hold back on how he felt about you? So another man could come swoop you away when he obviously wanted you so bad? Hell no. Instead, he’d make certain that even though you were miles and states apart, EJ the Don would be the only one on your mind for days to come!

“Talk to me then.” Slickly setting the stage for him to get his sentiments off of his chest. “Tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart..”

his lips cracked into a faint smile at the mention of the moniker, licking his tongue around them before he focused on you again. “I already told you, baby. I don’t do rumors and I don’t bite my tongue..”

you hadn’t felt anything like this before. Someone who wasn’t afraid to tell you exactly what he wanted. “What if we quit all the playing and did what was on both of our minds?..cause I’ve been thinking ‘bout you like crazy..” the more he spoke, the more you craved this man. The urge to say the hell with morals and touch yourself to the sound of his sexy voice. Which was the exact goal!

“And what would you say if I told you I wanted you just as bad..would you hold it against me?” “When I want to fuck the shit out of you? Not at all..”

just then, a pang would catch in the pit of your stomach and you’d begin to part your legs slightly. That alcohol was working its way through your body and going straight to your pussy so if that’s what he was on, you’d meet him right there!

not to mention that he got out of his head when he was high so he wasn’t responsible for what he said right now. Both of your views were jolting a bit as you shifted around in the sheets; (y/n) massaging your own breasts as you popped them from your shirt and Eren grasping at his covered crotch, that wouldn’t stay that way though because when you began whispering those sweet nothings to him through that speaker, you’d have this man acting out of character and coming out of his clothes. And vice versa..

“Then I guess I can tell you that I wanted to fuck on you the first night. That I would’ve let you get this pussy if you asked for it..” moaning softly into the mic whilst letting your idle hands scale your bare skin. Those thin panties hanging at your waistline by now…and your fingers dancing across that aching clit and slippery folds.

you proceeded to tell him all the things you wanted him to do when you made it back into town. Including letting him eat you out until you came all over his face, how you wanted to look him in his eyes while you suck it slow and even rub up on his chest while you rode him. All of which had him jerking himself off from the other end. When he readjusted the camera, you could see his fingers cradled around his swollen cock and to no surprise, he was big! Longer and thicker than anyone you had ever seen..thinking about all of that being inside of you had you frothing in more ways than one. And when you’d see him pump that pre-ejaculsting tip appear in your view as he swiped it with his thumb..(y/n) sank your fingers inside of that tightness. Putting it in the perfect position for him to watch you finger yourself. but you weren’t alone. Having come completely undone, Eren let out a gently grunt, even laughing because you were exactly the type of woman he had been waiting for! A freak in private but about her business in public? Perfect..and now it was his turn for confessions.

“Shit…damn, baby. Well since we’re being honest. I’m fucking you on sight. Putting my tongue all over that pretty body…I swear I’m giving you all this dick..” finding yourself whimpering at his words as you closed your eyes and imagined the scenario. He talked you through it so well and you just knew things would be even better had you been in his bed. “You look so good playing with that pussy..you that wet for me?” Teasing as he heard your sweet cries and sloshing wetness. It was so sloppy; dripping with arousal, all due to thoughts of him.

“Y-yeah..this all you.”

“And those titties..they’re so fucking pretty. God, I want you so bad.”

admitting through heavy huffs as his pumping grew faster. The two of you went back and forth, exchanging filthy words and freaky thoughts until neither of you could stand the swelling pressure any longer. “F-fuck! Imma come..” letting out from behind those hotel room walls and hoping no one heard him yelping like a little bitch, Eren raised his back from the mattress as he stroked himself into a mind numbing climax.

but just as he released everywhere, you followed shortly behind with your own squirt soaking those fingers and the sheets. Having full blown fucked yourself to tears! Needless to say, it had been a while since you’d came so it was a lot to come down from. The orgasms ripped though both of your bodies and left you trembling. Unashamed and unabashedly reveling in that afterglow together. But once your favorites met yet again, he’d give you that warming smile and the realization hit as to what just happened.

both of you having exponentially increased your own highs. And not wanting to come down anytime soon. “I swear you’re trouble..goddamn.” But it was him that had awoken that sultry side. Making you act in ways that you never would have normally…and he’d keep it happening until neither of you could even stand anymore stimulation and nearly fell asleep. Having steamy, nasty phone sex for nearly an hour. It was an insane experience! Disheveled and discombobulated, you guys eventually had to hang up and get some rest. “Goodnight..sweet dreams.” Giving him a kiss into the camera. “Trust me, imma sleep very well..” Eren’s lids half shut and dimmed in pure bliss as he returned your peck.

once you both disconnected and bid adieu, (y/n) sat with those feelings and thoughts as you glared up at the ceiling. Who knew how this would lead up and where this left you two but one thing was for certain: things would never be the same!

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[missmeinyourbones]

omg?? Why did the cheating ask lowkey ruin my night, can I request the way aot boys show affection to cancel it out :(

this has been in my inbox for ages now lol im sorry for the late response but NAURRRR not the ruining your night (in reference to this post) im sorry baby here are some fluffy and nice affection hcs for u <3 thanks for being patient w me 

we all know that eren bites. LMFAOOOOO the sky is blue, grass is green, and eren is a biter. he’s an aries, he radiates love as aggression vibes. he shows you physical affection by gently biting down on any area of your skin that he can reach in the moment. he just sees you and gets this indescribable urge to bite??? like a ur so cute i need to release my love in a physical manner so biting will have to do kinda thing. his fav places to nibble on are ur neck, cheeks, fingers, and thighs. honorable mentions include your stomach and ankles. ANNOYING MAN.

armin genuinely says “i love you” like 50 times a day. he says it after everything he does LMFAOOOOOO like yeah the normal person says it a few times, maybe when they wake up/go to sleep, leave the house, a few random times in the day. no, you literally hand armin his coffee (something you get him EVERY DAY) and its “thank you, i love you” he comes into your office and is like “hey, i love you, wanna watch a movie later?” you ask him for an opinion on an outfit and hes like “hm i like the blue one but i love you so much” like WHATTTTT???? it ends EVERY TEXT conversation even if its the quickest question you need to ask “hi! where did you put the kettle?” “hi baby, probably in the cabinet to the right of the fridge” “ok found it, thank you, i love you” he cant help himself he needs it to be said !!! >:(

jean always has a hand on you, somewhere and somehow. it becomes such a normal thing that you dont even notice it or think twice about it sometimes??? it started w simple things like holding your hand on the dinner table or resting his palm on the small of your back, guiding you as you walk. but the more established your relationship gets, the weirder and more often the touches occur. he sleeps with a hand flat across your lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of your underwear. he makes sure ur legs are always resting on top of his lap when youre laying on the couch. he rests a hand on ur forehead when ur reading. he does that thing that you do in elementary school where you touch the tip of someones elbow so lightly while theyre doing something so they dont feel it and then you look at them and ur like “im touching you, can you feel that?” hes mentally 6 

connie is the world’s biggest kisser. he kisses. anywhere, anytime. he kisses your forehead when you’re standing in line at the grocery store waiting to check out. he kisses your ankle when you’re laying on the couch watching a movie. he kisses your shoulder when you’re cooking in the kitchen and shoo him away from your workspace. he cant help himself, he loves how versatile kissing is. how sometimes the two of you can lazily make out for HOURS, and not have it lead to anything but simply loving on one another and feeling your skin against his lips. he also loves how other times, it can be a quick and wordless gesture of i love you. a quick kiss in the morning as he goes to class, or one when youre a little mad at him and he pecks your lips to check in. hes so sweet i wanna pop him like a bubble

you tell reiner something once and he will literally never forget it. mans is like an elephant, he has an insane memory. he remembers every single detail about you, no matter how big or small and stupid you think it might be. ofc he knows all of the basics--your coffee order, your allergies, your preferred side of the bed, etc. any partner would know those things, he knows the insanely observant stuff like how when you eat trail mix you avoid all of the raisins, so he eats those first so you dont have to. he knows that you always order a large coffee, but only ever finish a mediums worth of it, so he orders a large but puts it in a medium cup and saves the rest for later if you want it (which he knows you wont). he folds the sheets in the specific way you like, because you dont like your feet to hang off the edge of the bed but want them to be loose enough to move freely underneath them. hes INSANE when it comes to details about you, megamind if you will

porco prioritizes you over literally anything else in his life. hes so quick to cancel his plans if it means hanging out w you or doing something for you LMFAOOOO. he has plans to go to the gym but youre like baby wanna watch a movie? and hes changing into his pajamas like FUCK YEA I DO <3 or he told reiner he’d go to a baseball game w him but then you wake up with a stomach ache and hes like “nope, sorry i cant go, my baby doesnt feel well” even when ur like porco im literally fine just go, he refuses. you tell him youre gonna study for a test ur nervous about and hes automatically like i’ll help you and ur like dont you have ur own class rn? and hes like yeah but fuck it ill skip and help you make flashcards ???? boy go to class 

[missmeinyourbones]

Outta all the aot boys who do you think would be the most or or least likely to be into crazy girls like …. Maddy from euphoria bitches that are insane

LMFAO OK i don’t think women are crazy. ever. like i support womens rights and womens wrongs. i adore an emotional powerful woman. i also am in love w maddy <3 so with all of that being said

i think connie and eren love a crazy s/o. i think that connie himself is used to being the fun & crazy one so he likes having someone that can keep up w him or even out do him when it comes to unpredictability. i think that eren likes a strong person so for his s/o to be able to have all of these emotions and feelings and go from expressing themselves drastically one way to quickly switching to another…he’s like aha she’s crazy…imma fuck her LMFAO. and im actually throwing porco in here too but i think he thrives off of the craziness in an authoritarian way like he likes having a crazy s/o so he can be like 🤨😡 what would you do without me??? i keep you in line???? he’s annoying lol

i think armin and jean are middle ground just bc they are whipped for whatever you do LMFAO. like regarding a s/o it literally doesn’t matter how wild/outspoken or tame/quiet you are, they are down so fucking bad. i see armin being like oh wow baby!!! you are angry huh??? ok who are we mad at!!! jean on the other hand likes for you to take out ur anger and unpredictability on him a lil bit lmfao he’s a freak. he doesn’t like when you’re mad at him but he does like to see you go off on a bitch while he sits in the back like 😍😎

im putting reiner last bc babe has enough issues LMFAO he’s just a big ol baby and would probably overthink so much about his s/o’s actions and emotions anyways so if it’s someone who is more emotional or passionate than the average person he’s probably dumb scared LMFAO <3

[jimilter]

make-believe it’s hyperreal | jjk. (m)

The Chairman of Jeon Security has finally decided he needs a Vice Chairman to shoulder the responsibilities. You know you’re the only one at the company who deserves this post, so if everyone thinks the promotion should stay in the family? Well, fuck that shit; you’re gonna get engaged to your frenemy-with-benefits, Jeon Jungkook, and join the damn family! Or, at least – you’re gonna pretend to.

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: angst | smut | fluff | fake dating!au | enemies to lovers!au | fwb!au | chaebol!au | ceo!jungkook

word count: 20 k

— warnings: swearing + alcohol + misogyny in bulk + reader’s dad’s soul got left behind in the 13th century + unhealthy parental relations + daddy issues? ig? + hints of the beginnings of an emotional breakdown + angsty confrontations + some crying + pining + misunderstandings + insecurities + overthinking + multiple smut scenes + explicit sexual situations (dom!jk, sub!reader, sex against a wall, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (f.&m.), kind of a rougH blowjob bec JK likes some teeth action, strength kink, biting, marking, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, spanking, throat fucking, cum eating, face-riding, jungkook is still a Boob Guy™, one (1) playful/loving slap to one (1) boob, breast play, nipple biting, clit biting, pussy slapping, spanking…i think, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms) + A GLIMPSE INTO JK’S POV!!! + oc is sad in almost 75% of the fic :( + jk is sad in the last 5% :(

— note: i knoW it took me too long w this (pt.3 was posted in julY???) and i apologize :( i got busy w too fkn many exams and then a full time job and more exams - ugh. but it’s finally done! guys, the first dash of angst in the endless hilarity, are we excited? 👀 i hope y'all like the developments in the story~ 🥺💜

ps. title’s from lorde’s buzzcut season that makes my heart bleed for no reason <3

in case this is your first encounter with this universe: i would recommend reading at least disaster management to get a better grasp on the characters and setting, but to briefly summarize - jungkook and reader come from chaebol families that are great friends, but they have grown up as rivals even tho reader has always found him hot af. reader is working as vice president and now president at jungkook’s dad company, and he has recently (some ~4 years back) been brought on-board as the ceo whom she was earlier tasked to train. now, things have progressed b/w them physically but reader still can’t bear his presence.

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↝ the damsel & her knight ⁘ 01 02 03 [04] 05

You wonder if this conversation would still still be so unbearably shitty if your dad didn’t keep interrupting Chairman Jeon with his two cents every five seconds.

Probably not.

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Bhanu Kapil, from The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

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menthol | hayakawa aki

— SERIES MASTERLIST.

PAIRING.  aki x bff fem!reader

LENGTH.  46.7k words  |  coauthor @akitachi

PLAYLIST.  nightdrive + sesh

SYNOPSIS.  after a string of casual dating mishaps leaves you unsatisfied, you find that the grass is greener in the front seat of your best friend’s car.

GENRE.  best friends to lovers, mutual pining bordering mutual obsession (they are down horrendous), catching feelings/getting together, not canon compliant: modern/no-devil/post-college!au

SERIES WARNINGS.  heavy adult content. this series is not suitable for minors. refer to all individual chapter warnings.

CHAPTER INDEX

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01 | genesis (5.5k words)

SUMMARY.  stood up by your date at the last minute, you end up on a long, aimless drive with your best friend instead.

02 | elements (11.7k words)

SUMMARY.  smoking at midnight beside the lake, with the heavy rains of a summertime thunderstorm pelting the windows of aki’s car, he ruminates over the past, and you grasp at the future.

03 | blue dream (29.5k words)

SUMMARY.  reciprocated feelings come to a sudden head in a dizzying haze of frustration and desire.

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make you mine · jjk (m)

➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

main masterlist · mym tag · mym jk photo · playlist

pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 37.8k

rating; 18+

content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

a/n; i cannot believe mym is finally here !! this is my proudest piece of work and it is my precious baby so please please give it a LOT of love <3 all sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated and i cannot wait to hear what y’all think of it!! reblog, comment and tell me your thoughts and i will be the happiest person alive thank youuuu ENJOY <3333

ALSO A BIG ASS SHOUTOUT TO @kookingtae​ FOR HELPING ME WITH BASICALLY THIS WHOLE FIC <333 ur the best and ily thank you sososo much!!

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James Joint

Pairings ୨୧: underground Streetfighter/gang member! Draken x chubby!ring girl

Encapsulation ୨୧: Draken only has you in the back of his mind while fighting, so why don’t you give him a reward( win or lose)

Warnings ୨୧: smut, voyeurism, filming with and without consent, Olympus position( standing fuck), missionary position, oral fixated reader, the word daddy is used twice, oral( f & m receiving), breeding, cumming inside of mouth, grower Draken, cervix fucking, fingers in mouth, food play( lollipop), Violence displayed, praise and degradation, exhibition at the beginning of the make out section, shin is alive( I will always have him alive, sorry not sorry), everyone else is alive and with their timeskips respectively, ooc Toman ofc, Baji is alive and well just won’t participate in such activities like that.

Word Count ୨୧: 9.6k

18+ Hotties Allowed

Link to Ao3( if you want to read here)

This is for my Anti collab

The sunset was shining through the glass window hovering in front of your bed. The curtains were moving back and forth, the whisper of the wind flowing. When you took a deep breath your nostrils were filled with the smell of summer and you enjoyed it.

The bed covers slipped off your shoulders as you yawned. It was the start of the day. You had work today and honestly you were excited to go. It’s Toman vs. everyone night. The night could end in a hassle. It could maybe end positively or negatively.

You honestly were excited because of the little outfits you get to wear. The more skimpy the better. Your were a vixen who knew how to play dumb when convience is rising in depth.

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who's gonna touch you like me? | u. ochako

♡ tags ; afab but gn!reader (though reader kinda reads masc), reader wearing boxers, cunnilingus, f2l, ochako is a little bratty, reader hooking up with someone else is mentioned, reader is taller, confessions, so many petnames for ochako from reader, subby!ochako, college/ no quirks au, 18+

♡ wc ; 2.5k (don't even wanna talk about it)

♡ a/n ; watch as one deadbeat projects for over two thousand words. ochako i want to fuck you so bad. title from weeknd song.

♡ synopsis ; no matter how estranged you and ochako's relationship feels, she always leans on you in the end.

She only calls you if she needs you.

She's been like that for as long as you've known her. Independent to a fault, to the point you can count the times on your hand she's willingly called for your help. She's hardheaded and stubborn, with a sense of sweeping responsibility that's guided her into her college career.

Weak isn't a word for Ochako. Physically and mentally, she's not the type to get meek over anything. Even if she fails, and even if it's excruciating - she pushes through. Sees everything to the end, capable to a fault. Even as you parted ways in high school, you observed that part of her on the sidelines. Unchanging and unbending, you probably can't think of a single person who works harder than she does.

Even after your relationship got estranged for some inexplicable reason, you were always the person she went to. On the other end of the line, quietly humming as she vented her poor little heart out. Sometimes those were the only conversations you had. Whatever weird tension between you two never manages to settle down.

But Ochako will always turn towards you if she needs something. You don't mind it. You don't mind her being needy at all, really the whole thing is exciting. The prettiest girl to walk across campus leans her head on your shoulders. Cries into your neck when things get hard, asking for soft touches in a way that's all but free of scrutiny. There's nothing platonic about it, you know.

But she doesn't. You don't especially mind that, comfortable in keeping her in your arms. At arms length where she depend on you slowly.

She only calls you when she needs you. You don't think that's such a bad thing, even if everyone else does.

That's why when Ochako calls you to her empty dorm room near 1am, you rub the sleep out of your eyes to go see her. You already know what she's asking for when she drops the details that her roomates out for the weekend, and a cute picture of her bare skin.

When you knock on her door, she's already painted in a blush. She doesn't waste time in dragging you into her room, mouth giving you a needy kiss without saying hello. You only push her away to give her a wry smile, hands on her shoulders.

"What happened to sayin' hi?" You grin. She gives you a flush look but doesn't say anything. Her arms end up around your neck. On her tiptoes trying to meet you half-way. Your hands sneak under her shirt, sitting at her waist.

"Mm," She rubs her cheek against your chest "Hi,"

"Hi, beautiful." You greet. Your hands smooth down her hips, palming her ass "Missed me?"

She tenses at the tone of your voice, already dripping in a sense of self satisfaction you know gets on her nerves. Still, she yields to you this time, nodding her head. Her hair falling in her eyes, already distant.

You dip down, hand cupping her cheek. Drawing your thumb along her lip, she parts her mouth for you. A feeling of warmth surges through your body as she closes around your thumb.

"Pretty girl." You whisper, pressing down on her tongue "My pretty girl."

She lets out a whimper, her hands tightening on the front of your shirt. You know if you keep her waiting much longer, she'll paw at you like there's no tomorrow. Instead, you drag her up to her twin size mattress.

She gets comfortable in bed. Everything about her is pink and girlish and sweet. Her bedsheets printed with daises and her shirts baby pink. In her bed and underneath you, she's pliable. Already expectant, she wraps her arms around your neck once more and drags you down above her. She likes being close

Her kisses are desperate. She wraps her legs around your waist, practically throwing herself at you. You can't stop your thoughts from running off to how cute she is like that.

"What's got you like this?" You question, pulling away breathless. You don't leave her unattended, kissing the soft edge of her jaw - the place where her neck meets her ears. Lingering on her pulse She tilts her head up to give you better access to her. All flesh and all want.

"Dunno. Just," Her breathing is rushed "Missed you."

"Hm?" You say, interested piqued. You soften your voice to a whisper, letting the warmth dance across her neck "For me?"

You let your eyes peek up at her through your lashes and she's look at you. Big doe eyes all full of feelings. It makes you remember when you two were much younger, and much more innocent and you kissed for the first time. How she couldn't look at you the same and how she stumbled all over herself trying to keep things afloat.

Suddenly the air feels extra thick, but you don't tense. She frightens so easy. If you push her, she'll retreat. That's just how she is, so you simply smile. You don't console her, just look.

"Y-yeah. For you."

"That so." You muse. You cup her tits through her shirt, your hands squeezing the fat between your palms and she whimpers "That's nice."

She looks at you pleadingly and you give her a knowing grin. She'll have to come to you on this one thing, she knows.

"You're so mean to me."

"Thought you liked it."

"That's not what I mean." She insists. It falls on deaf ears, really. You busy yourself with pulling her shirt up. She lets you take it off, takes her bra off with it.

You think it always but she's pretty all over. The muscles in her body show but she's still so soft everywhere. Her tits fit sweet in your hands, and you get to see all of her. Strong but perfectly pudgy against you, flush. You want to bite every inch of her skin, preoccupied by the thought.

Groping her a little harder, you flick her nipples while she lays back. She whines at the sensation.

"If you have something you wanna tell me," You lets your lips brushes against her bare breasts, mouthing closing around her nipples. You tug very gently with teeth, sucking slight before pulling off "You have to use your words, yeah?"

"It's hard."

"You're so spoiled, baby." You coo. Her hands fly over her face to cover it as you suck on her tits. Arousal pierces through you listening to her moan, head filled with thoughts of how wet she must be already "Always want me to make it easy for you, don't you?"

She looks like she's going to cry. A sadistic part of you kind of wants her too. How pretty she'd look getting fucked through tears. Her mix of emotions, how vulnerable she is in front of you.

It's a little mean to tease her like this. You already know what this is about because even she's slow on the uptake you aren't. You wonder what triggered it though. Why some random Saturday night is the thing that brought her to this conclusion.

"I don't like it." She huffs, squirming under you "I don't like it."

"Don't like what, sweetheart?"

"They were talking about you. Earlier. How you... did stuff with them."

You try to avoid sleeping with anyone in Ochako's direct circle so this comes as a surprise. The genuine shock must read on your face because she softens just a little.

"Who was?"

"M-mina."

Your eyes widen. You didn't know they knew each other. You did hook-up not that long ago, an inebriated entanglement.

"It never bothered you before." You say lightly, curious.

"That was before." She says, like it's something obvious you should've known from the start "It made me...upset."

"Yeah? And why's that?"

She flushes again, mouth clamped closed and you can't stop yourself from laughing. You let her simmer for a while, squeezing and touching her skin. Trailing down her stomach, open mouth kisses until you settle yourself between her legs.

She's not wearing pants, just panties. Thin and lacy - you can see the wet patch of arousal. You drag your thumb along the seam of the fabric. She shivers, clamping her hand between your thighs. Her gaze hardens.

"Because. You're...mine."

The words are clumsy out of her mouth. Said in a rush, too embarrassed to be said with confidence. Just hearing it makes you giddy. It's cute how desperately she tries to put her foot down in front of you, the serious pinch in her brow.

Instead of saying anything, you pull her legs apart - freeing your hand. Mouth pressing against the crease of her thighs, all along her navel and gently at her clothed cunt until she's trembling. You drag her down, closer to you - pressing your tongue to the barrier between you.

You give it a hard lick, teasing her.

"Yeah? I'm yours? Don't want anyone else to have me?"

She nods her head once, holding her chest. You smile, hooking your fingers in the waistband. Pulling the fabric till it's tugged between her folds, relishing it in how the material darkens. The harsh fabric has her rolling her hips. You pull the elastic in the waistband until it's snapping on her hips, teeth digging into her upper thigh.

"So spoiled," You hum, locking her knees together and pushing them back to roll her panties off her legs. You toss them somewhere on the floor before spreading her legs again, throwing them over your shoulders "In your own little world cause you know I'll give you whatever you want."

She whimpers slightly, as your breath fans against her pussy. You reach a hand over her thighs, spread her lips apart. She's dripping for you, clit peeking out and shiny. You've touched her like this so many times but you never get sick of it.

How could you ever get sick of it when you feel her legs tense on your back, feet arched and toes curled as you gently swipe your tongue along her clit. You know just how she likes it, how much pressure she needs until she's twitching. How deep to bury your face it, nose brushing against navel.

All you can think about it her. The sugar sweet of her bodywash and the linen of her sheets, her thighs squished against your face, the well-kept hair on her mons. How she's so soft all over her body. How she tastes on your tongue, pleasant like clean skin. Your hands grip hard on the tops of your thigh as you feel her over you.

You lift your hips up a little to touch yourself. You don't break away from her, securing her with your arm as you touch yourself too.

She sounds like she's breaking apart for you. Her voice has gone pitchy, hand cupped over her mouth. You go harder just to force her to moan louder, watch with low eyes as her fingers dig into her sheets behind you. Her clit throbs on your tongue, you can feel how close she's getting and you hum slow.

She arches her spine and you know she's getting there. You feel yourself getting there too so you slow, not wanting to be distracted. Her little whimpers grow more broken, hot pants leaving her lips.

Peering up at her makes you horny all over again. How she's holding onto herself, muscles tight. You want to ruin her.

"O-oh, oh, oh 'm—I'm cumming!"

Feeling her cum in your mouth makes you groan hard. You use your hand to keep her pinned down as you tongue fuck her through it, relishing in how weepy she sounds after just one. You're itching to fuck her through it, to overstimulate her until she's a mess.

You only grant her mercy when you get her to the brink. You can feel her cum dripping down your chin as she lays limp in her bed, trembling.

Wiping it up with your thumb, you don't waste any and instead hunch over her to kiss her with in her mouth. Jaw cupped between your fingers, her lips are bitten raw. You let the spit drip into her mouth before kissing her with tongue, pleased with her reactions.

You wrap a hand around her neck gentle.

"... Fuck I can't get enougha' you." You sigh with a raspy laugh "Need to give you more."

"Sensitive."

"I know you can take it," You coo, pressing a kiss to her forehead "If you wanna wait, you can help me cum."

She gives you little sparkly eyes.

"Can I?"

"Yeah. Gonna let me fuck your pretty face?"

She nods.

"I like when you call me pretty. Don't call anyone else pretty." She huffs. You give her a warm laugh, pulling her hands up to your lips and kissing her knuckles.

"You only call me when you need me so I had to keep myself occupied, princess. Don't hold it against me so much."

She puffs her cheeks out and you resist the urge to get back between her legs and fuck her again. Instead you kiss her hairline.

"Switch with me." You hum.

Ochako nods, sitting on her knees as you get comfy. After your propped up on her pillows, you ease your sweatpants off your legs. Ochako settles between them as you take off your boxers too. You can feel how turned on you are. She's looking up at you expectantly.

You reach your fingers out and play with her tongue for a bit before your hands curl around her hair. Pulling it up into a tight ponytail, you maneuver her close to you. The gesture is harsh and it makes her sigh with pleasure.

"Stick your tongue out, sweet girl."

Obedient, she does so. Eyes hazy, you take to guiding her towards you. She likes the force of it. The effort of your hands wrapped in her hair, grinding against her face. You prop yourself up on your elbow, taking pleasure in the sensation of her tongue - controlling the pace and movement. Watching how obediently she lets you do it. Her hands are on both of your thighs, body perched in an arch as you fuck her face like you promised.

Already so worked up, it takes you nearly no time to edge close to it. You can feel the coil in your gut already wrapped so tight start to fray. She whimpers against you and it all starts to undo. A deep groan leaves your chest, forcing her as close as you can as you cum.

"Oh, fuck yeah."

You ride out your high before collapsing. Dropping Ochako's hair and dragging her up until she's on top of you, you gently massage the nape of her neck as she curls up and kisses you. You can taste the two of you mixed together when she does.

"Too hard?" You ask gently. She shakes her head.

"You could've been rougher."

You chuckle.

"Such a pervert, 'chako. What happened to being a good girl in college?" You tease, remembering an old memory of graduation. She flushes, burying her face against your neck. You rub her back.

"You happened. Obviously," She frowns but then melts into you, suddenly shy "I really like you, yanno."

You've known for a long time but hearing her admit it makes you warm. You have a feeling it's gonna be a long night.

"You already know I like you too, don't you, sweet thing? Even if you only call me when you need me."

"Always need you." She mumbles. You grin.

"Yeah? That's perfect, then."

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— SPOILED ROTTEN FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN !

✮ starring sugar daddies — gojo satoru, nanami kento, getou suguru, fushiguro toji, and how they spoil slash fuck you.

contains: female reader, age gap — charas are late thirties to early forties and reader is early twenties, unprotected sex, fem receiving oral, fingering, the slightest of thigh riding, bondage if you squint really hard maybe i dunno. ooc perhaps i dunno.

GOJO SATORU !

satoru insists that you keep him company as he sends email after email, about what and to whom you’re not certain—but he does this almost every saturday night. he hands you his phone and tells you to go on that website you like and pick out whatever you want while you wait for him, just so he can have you around.

he looks over every few minutes, eyeing the little screen in your hands as you ask for his opinion on different items. he’s always honest, telling you which dresses he wants to see you in, and which he’d rather burn—he loves anything short, but that’s no surprise. though as much as you enjoy it, adding things to your cart can only cure your boredom for so long.

“so fuckin’ needy, hm baby?” he purrs against the shell of your ear as he leans over you, cock buried in your slick cunt. he has you bent over his desk, laptop shut and shoved to the side—all because you couldn’t keep your greedy hands to yourself.

“please, ‘toru,” you whine, pressing those sinful palms against the cool glass as you attempt to push yourself back on his cock, hoping for some friction of any kind. unfortunately, he’s not keen on you doing so—pulling his already loosened tie from his collar.

“be a good girl, would you?” he hums, looping the fabric around your wrists and pulling it taut. your hands are now immobile, banished to rest at the small of your back for the foreseeable future.

he leans down to press a soft kiss between your shoulder blades before grabbing onto your hips, thrusting into you at the exact pace you’ve been yearning for. he marvels at the loud squelch of your pussy, and the way you leave a sheen of your arousal on his shaft—like you’re marking your territory.

“fuck,” he hisses, digging his nails into the fat of your hips as your velvety walls start to suck him in. “squeezin’ me so tight, baby. you gonna cum for me?”

you’ve long been reduced to a whimpering mess, responding with nothing but a choked out moan as your vision blurs with ecstasy. he leans over you right as you cum, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as he releases into you. he’s reaching down to undo his tie before you even finish—wanting you to grab onto him like you always do.

“there she is,” he coos, feeling his heart swell as you immediately place your hand on top of his, lacing your fingers. “my good girl.”

NANAMI KENTO !

kento would have dropped everything to be there, at your college graduation, but work is work—and besides, he thinks it’d be rather inappropriate for him to show up there, even if he was the one who paid for the final two semesters.

nevertheless, he bought you the prettiest dress to wear underneath your graduation gown, one that he knew would hug your waist and compliment your hips—an expensive, champagne coloured, silk dress. you sent pictures of course, all dolled up and flaunting the silver k pendant that always sits right above your tits—and kento has to ignore the twitch of his cock for the remainder of his meeting.

two weeks and one hellish business trip later, and his first stop is not his place, but yours. the fact that you’re wearing nothing but his diamond initial and a smile as you greet him is proof that you deserve absolutely everything he gives you—and it has him dropping to his knees like you’re some type of god.

“missed you sweetheart,” he sighs into your cunt, and you’d almost think he was talking to it rather than you, but he definitely isn’t. “i’m so proud of you,” he confesses, glancing up at you through his lashes as he hovers his mouth over your clit. “wish i could’ve been there to see it.”

“kento!” you gasp, watching with wide eyes as he dips his tongue between your folds—lapping at the mixture of your arousal and his saliva before gently sucking on your clit. “‘s okay, you’ve done enough, f-for me.”

“you deserve it, sweetheart,” he groans, and the light graze of his stubble against your thighs has you shamefully bucking your hips into his face. he barely notices—fully committing himself to the hot makeout session he’s having with your pussy, absolutely coating your cunt in his spit. he needs to breathe though, opting to slip two fingers into you as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

“oh god, kento, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant, and he reaches up to intertwine your fingers, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need—break it for all he cares, maybe he’d get a few days off.

you dig your nails into the back of his palm as you cum—clamping your thighs shut around his head which, in hindsight, only allows him to eat you out through your orgasm. your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and kento leans up to kiss you—letting you taste yourself on his tongue. he stands upright, keeping a knee between your legs as he reaches for his belt buckle.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, noting the slight look of confusion forming on your face. he frees his cock from his dress pants, lazily pumping himself as you gawk at the sight. “you think that was all i’d give you?”

GETO SUGURU !

suguru thinks it’s utterly adorable when you start worrying about his spending habits, clinging to his arm and telling him you don’t need another pair of shoes—it never fails to make him want to blow even more money on you.

one of his favourite things to splurge on is lingerie—because it’s something that doesn’t run cheap, and the look on your face as he absolutely ruins it is priceless. he’ll pick out a few sets, ones that he would kill to see you in—pardon him for being a little selfish—and he’ll sit and watch as you give him a personal show. if they’re really expensive, he’ll fuck you in them—seeing just how much he can tug and pull at the delicate fabric before it breaks.

so, when you pad towards him wearing that—the daintiest, most angelic baby blue set he’s ever seen, coated in thin lace that reveals everything, and paired with matching thigh highs that strap to the little band of fabric clinging to your waist—he knows he’s going to fuck you in it, and hopefully, maybe, destroy it in the process.

“c-careful sugu,” you warn, but it doesn’t sound threatening in the slightest. your panties didn’t pass the test—ripping rather easily, and your bra, well it’s useless anyways—his words. that leaves you laying atop suguru’s satin sheets in nothing but your socks, garter belt, and the straps that unite them as one.

“hm? am i goin’ too hard for you, angel?” he slows the pace of his hips at your words, scanning your features for any signs of pain. he has one of your legs resting on his shoulder, fingers tangled in the fishnet material and evidently creating less holes.

“no, but,” you pause as he repositions you, more or less folding you in half as he pushes your legs against your chest. he thrusts into you again, and the new angle has you seeing stars immediately. you can feel his true size, the full weight of his cock as it drags against your walls. “don’t—ah—don’t ruin it sugu, ‘s expensive.”

“you’re so sweet, angel. always lookin’ out for me, huh?” he grunts, noting the subtle gathering of your arousal at the base of his cock. you moan—a breathy little whimper of his name, unintentionally spurring him on. his hands vanish from your legs, reappearing as they grab onto the belt instead.

you’re all babbles and incoherent sentences now, losing all sense of reality as he fucks you dumb—lace fabric threatening to tear from his grip alone. you don’t even notice the belt searing into your skin and, surely leaving an indentation—because you’re too busy creaming on his cock.

“mm, so sweet,” he sighs, dropping to his knees and tonguing at your clit—accelerating the rate at which your mixture of cum seeps out just below. he reaches up, using his large palms to massage the spot on your waist where the fabric snapped. “guess we’re going shopping, hm angel?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI !

toji knows that his line of work is much different than yours—but he also knows that by the end of the week, you’re both stressed, and you more or less desire the same type of relief. so, every friday night he’ll pick you up from your minimum wage job—the one he’s hellbent on having you quit, and he’ll bring you to his place for the weekend.

the purring engine of his slick black sports car is unmistakable—you know he’s there before he even sends the text. he watches as you near the vehicle, hand hanging out the open window with a cigarette resting between his middle and index fingers.

“what’s with the long face?” he huffs, noting the slight pout clinging to your lips as you settle into the passenger seat. he turns his head, taking one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it into the near empty parking lot and focusing back on you.

“bad day,” you mumble, and that’s all he needs to hear—he’s fully aware that you want him to make you feel better. within mere minutes, your back is pressed against the steering wheel as you sit on one of his thighs, stripped down to nothing but your oversized sweatshirt and—are those his favourite black lace panties?

“fuck, you wear these to work?” he gawks, lifting the excess material up and over your tits. he runs the back of his index finger over your clothed cunt—and the fabric is wet. “if you’re tryna make me jealous princess,” he pauses, flicking his eyes up to meet yours. “it’s working.”

“no toji, i—” you start, but you’re cut off by your own moan as he drags you along his thigh—the lace of your panties brushing against your clit in the most heavenly of ways. “i knew i was seeing you t-tonight,” you pant as he nips at your neck, grinding you down onto his leg some more. “‘m yours, all yours.”

“you’re a real sweet talker, princess,” he chuckles, cock straining against the confines of his tight black trousers. “you gonna behave tonight?”

you barely have time to choke out a yes before he slips a hand into your panties, spreading your lower lips and pushing his middle finger inside. your mouth drops open in a silent scream—one that doesn’t stay silent for very long as he curls his finger upwards, hitting that sensitive spot.

“every time you cum for me,” he hums, adding a second finger and scissoring them inside you. “i’ll add a thousand to your allowance.” his grin triples in size, and you’re sure he’s dripping pre cum as he allows his thoughts to run wild. “and if you’re real good, you can finally quit this fuckin’ place.”

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MESSY — DILUC RAGNVINDR.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ diluc + cum eating - diluc can’t fight his urges to let things get messy with you

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♱ pairing ⋮ diluc ragnvindr x reader

♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words

♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, blow jobs, cum eating, mentions of male masturbation, slight throat fucking

♱ notes ⋮ HE IS ALL MY MIND CONSISTS OF ATM ty bby gray @asunnygray for this brainrot ily <3

diluc is a respectful man—he’s polite and proper, however stiff as he might seem. he holds doors open for people in the distance and he offers a polite nod to every greeting he gets as he walks through mondstadt, and maybe that’s why he’s as hesitant as he is to let himself think of you so lewdly. 

but it’s rather difficult not to right now—now that you’re in between his legs, his thick, hard cock sprung free and weeping from the tip with pre cum that you swipe away with your tongue. he hisses, fists the bed sheets under his hands until his knuckles are white, watches with wide eyes as you kiss the head of his length so sweetly. your hand wraps around the fat tip, smearing the pre cum that leaks from his slit along the rest of his length as you stroke him slowly. he’s perfect—big enough that the thick girth makes your hand look smaller than it really is, and the flush of his reddened tip makes your eyes haze with lust. 

“so pretty,” you hum, giggling at the way blush dusts over his cheeks almost instantly, eyes not leaving his face as it breaks with pleasure when you wrap your lips around his girth. you moan around him at the taste of him on your tongue, the vibrations making him let out a surprised grunt as his head falls back with a low groan. 

“f-fuck,” he curses—he never likes using such colorful language in general, and especially not around you. but the words fall off his lips before he can help it, the way your tongue glides along his vein and swirls around his tip too dizzying to keep up any semblance of composure. 

to his credit, diluc tries—he really does. he tries not to think about you when he wakes up to the stiff morning wood aching between his legs, he tries not to imagine this exact image of you kneeling before him with his cock on your tongue, and he tries not to imagine how fucking into your throat would feel instead of his fist. diluc is a respectful man—but sometimes, he can’t help himself when his mind wanders to you as he strokes himself while the sun rises, when sweat clings to his forehead and soft whines tumble past his parted lips, when your name is uttered brokenly between hitched breaths and chokes groans, when his back arches off the mattress and his balls tighten with every thick rope of cum. 

no matter how hard he fights his own mind, it’s a losing battle, and he can’t quite stop himself from thinking of you. 

“just like that,” he can’t help but moan softly, hips bucking up into your mouth, panting harshly as you glide your tongue along his slit. he’s hot and heavy in your mouth, cock throbbing to release down your throat as you take him so well. “f-fuck, feels good…so good,” he pants. 

you swallow around him, look up at him with teary eyes and swollen lips just like in his fantasies, bobbing your head in a sloppy rhythm as you take him as far as you can, hand pumping the rest of what you can’t fit. your hands move down to gently squeeze at his balls, pulling a low groan from him as his eyes flutter shut and his hand falls to the top of your head. 

“c-close, so close, love,” he says desperately, hips fucking up into your mouth, all self control behind him as he chases his orgasm. it’s lewd, the sound of his cock burying into your mouth, his low grunts of pleasure and your choked moans around his length, the messy smear of spit and pre cum dribbling past your lips and down your chin. it’s so incredibly dirty, but diluc can’t help but like it—love it even. 

the way you let him fuck your throat feels far better than his fist, and the sight of you in front of him is not done even an ounce of justice in his imagination—he doesn’t think he’ll be able to let this time be the last time, no matter how hard he fights the urge.

“cum for me, ‘luc,” you urge, “wanna taste you,” your words are just as filthy as your actions, and with a few more swallows around his aching length, he feels the coil in his belly snap, voice cracking as he cries out your name with a loud groan. 

“cumming…i-i’m…fuck, ‘m cumming,” he mumbles through breathy pants, “good, feels so good—m-make me feel so good,” he babbles, and ever the gentleman, he tries to pull you off of him, tries to angle his hips so his release doesn’t soil you with the mess. but you’re determined—you grab him and pump his length, stroking him quick with a steady rhythm as you guide him through his high. 

his face breaks—sweat collecting on his forehead, strands of stray hair clinging to the damp skin as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth parts with strangled cries as the pleasure crashes over him in waves. you stroke him through his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch with every hot rope of cum that paints across your face, coating your cheeks, your lips, dripping down to roll along the skin of your tits. it’s downright vulgar, and he doesn’t even get a proper chance to feel guilty when you press another kiss to the head of his cock, wrapping your lips around him once more and sucking off the small bead of cum left at the tip. 

“‘luc you’re so pretty when you cum,” you pout, a string of saliva connecting between your lip and his member as you pull away. you trail a finger along the vein under his length, making him gasp softly as his hips buck under the sensitivity, collecting the smeared cum that coats him. you bring your finger to your mouth, licking and sucking on the digit, making his cock twitch back to life at the sight as he groans. “want more, wanna see you do it again. please?”

this was never in his fantasies—this was never what he imagined. this is so much more than what he could hope for, and with blush-dusted cheeks and a stiff and painful erection between his legs again, he pulls you from your knees to climb onto his lap, hands finding your hips with a tight, desperate grip.

“it’s only fair i get to witness the same from you,” he mumbles against your mouth as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue, “wouldn’t you agree?”

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no because imagine what bakugo’s like when he’s actually in love. and not just in love. but in love with somebody who’s the total opposite of him. with him being grumpy and you being the sunshine in his life.

and not the sort of in love that comes with dates and movie nights or even workplace dinners that he now has a girlfriend to bring to.

but by the sort of love that comes with an awakes first meeting, fleeting touches and shared, knowing smiles.

“oh, didn’t see you there!” is the first words you ever said to him, your face downturned into an apologetic grin as you shuffle away from the protein powders, watching as his gruff appearance slackened for a second when he took you in. you’d been contemplating on what to buy for your friend, and she wasn’t really specific in the flavor she wanted so you were huffing and puffing as you tried to imagine what she’d like. unfortunate it meant a certain somebody was standing behind you for the past minute without you realizing until he loudly cleared his throat.

“it’s-it’s alright.” he’d grunt, giving you a small, thankful nod as he grabs what he was looking for (vanilla flavored, yeah really bland, he’s aware of it), and spared another glance towards you.

you were pretty, really pretty as he didn’t know what to do. you had a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck that he couldn’t help but smile at seeing that it had little ducks on it as he pointed at it.

“nice scarf.”

you looked down, almost as if you had forgotten what you were wearing and then you gave him an even bigger grin that just made him flush a deeper pink.

“thanks!” but your smile grew into a grimace as you picked at its loose ends, “gotta sew it up a bit though, it’s nearly falling apart…” and although you two started off unbalanced with the way he barely knew what to saw and you always finding topics to talk about, he walked around the aisles of the little store multiple times just to talk with you even though he already got what he came here for.

and other times when he’s tired and the last thing he wants to do is talk and your there at his apartment because you had made some bread and just needed him to try it. and suddenly he’s not that tired, the ache in his muscles not as apparent as he could practically feel some ounce of pain vanish at the sight of you and your bright yellow sweater.

“can’t.” he’d say, grunting as he pushes past you to open the door, hating the way your expecting grin fell at his roughed up exterior.

“well, why not?” you say, filing in behind him as he shits the door, his brows drawn into a three lines down the middle as he towered over you. damn your insistent nature.

“gotta photo shoot in a couple days,” he’d say as he kicks his boots off, thudding loudly against the wall, “they got me on a special diet ‘n shit.” his gauntlets are next to come off and it’s almost like second nature how you set the bread down to come and help him with it. it’s a rhythm the two of you have come used to.

“so no homemade sourdough bread with no preservatives made with love just for you? you don’t want that?” you ask and your voice, the way it sounds like it’s almost dipped in honey and that pout that’s on your lips doesn’t help his case.

“i…” he sighs, running his hand though his hair as he groans, rolling his eyes as he tears off a piece, giving it no fight as he goes back into the hallway, chewing angrily. it’s funny how much he pretends like you have no control over him when he’s bend and break his back doing whatever you’d ask of him, “you’re a bad fuckin’ influence!” he’d call out, his voice loud enough to travel around the apartment.

“do you like it?” you ask, craning your neck to see if you could see him as he disappeared into the kitchen. there a silent pause.

“yeah. it’s really good.” it sounds like a confession rather than an agreement, but it doesn’t stop you as you slyly grin to your self, already aware of it.

it’s love that bakugo can’t get enough of, and nobody would have guessed it. his brahs personality mixed with your soft one is something that logistically wouldn’t make sense. but it works, and he loves how much he loves you.

you’re too good for him, he knows that, but it’s fun. it’s good, and it’s something that he finally realizes is what’s been missing in his life.

plus sourdough bread.

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