#also they match my dress color hehehe

[dolliestfairy]

𝐹𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒╰🎀 . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, & Megumi with Chubby!Fem!reader who is a Fashion Fairy ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ╰🧚🏻‍♀️ . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

🧸 A/N : hey hey i'm just done taking a break for like 2 days so now i'm back writing again hehehe :) also i forgot to make the pt 4 of the baker series with gojo, but i already put him in here so i'm just gonna post this first, and then maybe i'll post the baker series pt 4 later. tysm! if you like my writings, please reblog & feedbacks me! ty!.

🧸 Warnings ; genoside mentions & murdering attemption include, Mocking/bullying (not from the jjk characters) and maybe some misspelled word. reader skin color is not announced.

Gojo ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• Yuhh another fashion-enthusiast 👸🏽👓🤏🏻

• love your style so much that he sometimes buy clothes that match your style.

• really support your ethusiasm over fashion!

• every week after he had done his training or mission, he goes to where you lived, knock the door at your house, and ask you "Y/N lets go shopping tonight~!"

• if you refuse he will be a pouting baby, whining over everything. but if you accept him, this goofball will be Over the Moon 🌙🌬

• like, after you accept his invitation, he will goes to tell his happy news to his friends and his students in a rather exaggerated manner.

• Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami was exhausted at this point, hearing gojo mumbling "She accept it!" over and over again, at this rate they dont even know if this was a blessing or a curse.

• so mother fucking proud having you as his S/o. always mumbling and bringing it to others. but if some lowlife starting to mock you, he's going to act like an annoying offensed teenager saying "How could you say/do that to the love of my life!?" but... if that lowlife is taking it as far as wanting to hurt you or endangering you, well i suppose they're gonna have to encounter the Horrifying side about Gojo Satoru (although he'd still be in his Goofy attitude 💀)

Nanami ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• didnt mind it, in fact he really love it, but he just doesnt show it too much.

• we all know Nanami is some sort of stoic person, so its not so surprising hearing this. he really really love you, and would die & kill for you. but he's a Man that doesnt really show it out loud.

• he's showing his love with how much he want to spend his time with you.

• one of his favorite part is that, he really love seeing how confidence you are in your beautiful clothes & jewelry.

• theres nothing more entertaining for him than seeing you compliment yourself in front of the mirror. he really love seeing you happy, and he would want to keep your confidence forever.

• but theres a time where some pest trying to somehow.. trying to.. lower your confidence. trying to.. make you uncomfortable about your own self & body.

• and if nanami knew that his beloved s/o is getting mocked and look down by some pest, he's going to go straight to their home, knock at their door, and lecture them with the wisest yet cruelest words you could ever imagine for 5 hours straight until that pest is become a crying mess and begging for mercy.

• after he done with those pest, he's going to a gentle giant to you. he's gonna try to make you confident about yourself again.

• what do you need? cuddles? food? more dress? more clothing? jewelry? hair accessories? no problem, its all for you.

• Would kill for you if that means he can see you happy and being comfortable with yourself again.

• and that's just how Nanami Kento show his love and devotion for you in his own way.

Sukuna ʚ ₊˚ ᥀

• oh my god this man.......

• he looks like a dilf but i'm telling ya this man is aged MORE THAN A 1000 YEARS OLD. so i'm just telling it may not go so well.

• he sometimes think millenials opinion and choice about their style and fashion are weird, but its not like he cares about them.

• hell he's the King of the curses! why would he cares about mortals fashion anyway? *pfft*

• but its all change when he meets you, the love of his life although he'd rather cut his tongue out than calling you this lmfao

• oh how he looove the the colors you put outside your skin, how they compliment your curves, giving you the best look, and the confidence. yes.. the confidence 🙌🏻 the way you compliment yourself in the mirror, also the way you gave zero fuck about some people who want to take down your confidence.

• but that doesnt mean that people can just get away. you may used to it but sukuna was far from it. he's going to go to that fuckface place and take their lowlife lives.

• he may even go as far as planning a genoside if it means keeping you safe & happy.

• but we all know he's a major tsundere, so he only would-to-never admit all of this at all.

• he probably would admit this in the most confusing way you could possibly imagine.

• but again, thats just how he show his love for you. he would kill for you, and he would even start a genoside if its necessary enough to keep you safe & happy.

#chubby reader #plus size reader #fanfic #fluff #chubby!reader #plus sized reader #x chubby reader #fairy!reader #headcanons #anime x chubby reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #jjk sukuna #jjk nanami #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo x you #nanami headcanons #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x you

[mayakern]

hi maya!! just curious—i know we should hopefully be getting the faux wrap crops soon (!!!!!!! excitement!!!!) and i was curious what kind of bra/support you'd suggest?? i typically go without or in a sports bra for comfort and that works for tees and a couple dresses i own, but if the material of the crops is thinner i'll need better coverage lol especially with the V of them, im curious if you have a preference for style of bra at that (teeshirt bra, balconette, etc)

totally fine if you dont, or if you arent comf answering questions about undergarments 😂😂 its just always worth asking !

yes i think we should have them some time around september?? i’m so excited hehehe

when i wear the wrap tops i tend to go for a plunge bra 1 because it’s the only underwire bra i still own lol and 2 bc it mimics the neckline of the top. i think other bras would be fine as long as they fit well, but if you wear a balconette bra and have some shelf boob going on, it’s not going to match up with the neckline

as for the material, the viscose is the same fabric being used in the solid color minis. it’s not super thick but it’s also not like insanely thin or anything, and there’s a bunch of excess fabric in the front of the wrap tops (because the neckline is adjustable to be more modest if desired)

my one note is that these shirts, while wearable regardless of bust size, are made in a cut that typically favors bigger tits and, in particular, if they have some amount of separation, so undergarment like sports bras that provide an amount of compression will not give you the same look. that’s not to say they’ll look bad—it’s up to you what you prefer—but it won’t look the same as the photos of me

anyway here’s some different bodies in our prototypes!

#ask #store #shirt plans

[giggly-squiggily]

Okay I saw that requests (limited) were open and after I saw your prompts given to me, Omg I can’t get the look of Maxie getting pedicures out of my head! That’s so cute! But considering how ticklish his feet and toes are~ hehehe 🤭 I need to see that. Archie’s taking pictures and everything!

(I can’t quite blame him though, I accidentally kicked my pedicurist on my prom day as she was scrubbing my feet. That was not ideal, poor girl 😭)

(Also I’ll be doing BOTH of your prompts in the very near future! You can be sure of that! They’re both ADORABLE. Thank you for sending them both in! Love you!) -@magma-queen

Ahh, Queenie!!! It's always a treasure to see you! :D Maxie getting pedicures is canon, no one can tell me otherwise aiejajkejakrlejr And absolutely- you KNOW Archie's getting all the photos! I've gotcha covered, friend!

(OH SH- ajrjearjkejkrj It happens! I've never gotten a pedi myself- I hate my feet being touched; gives me the ick personally- but I can only imagine how tickly they are akjeajkrjkeajrk

AHH I'm so excited! Take your time of course and write when you feel up to it! There's never any rush or pressure :3)

CW: Feet tickles

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @gladdygirl18 @cupcake-spice13 @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo

Maxie, despite what anyone will tell you, did not have luxurious taste. He simply enjoyed parts of his life with an additional flair, that’s all.

Self care just happened to be one of those areas.

“Enjoyed your bath, princess?” Archie grinned from their shared bed, watching his husband return, toweling his hair. Dressed in a silk robe and matching slippers, combined with the fact Maxie had his baths by candle light and filled with all sorts of fancy bath products, it wasn’t too far off of a description.

That didn’t save him from earning a towel to the face though.

“Hush. You’d enjoy baths too if you bother taking one.” The redhead sat down with a small grin, already knowing what was coming. Seconds later, he was pulled into big arms, his sides pressed into and giggles rolling over his tongue.

“Oi, who are you calling a smelly sailor! I take plenty of baths!” Archie defended, pausing his words but not his fingers. “I bathe everyday with that good smelling body wash you keep in there! Feel me- I’m soft!”

“I nehehhehever shahahahaid you stihihihink!” Maxie laughed out, twisting in Archie’s arms and catching his hands. “I just mean you’d like baths too if you put more effort into them. Light some candles, throw some bath salts in, things like that.”

“Eh. I’ll stick to showers. I’m already sitting in salted water all day when I’m out to sea.” The sailor grinned before pulling Maxie into his arms, breathing in his freshly applied cologne. “One of us is gotta be the prima. I’ll leave that to you.”

“And just who are you calling a prima?” Maxie huffed, trying to glare. His gaze only met chest as Archie pulled him against his heartbeat, laughing softly. “I’ll have you know I’m just as rough and tough as you.”

“Dearie, you get those peddy things.”

“Pedicures. So? I like to look my best.” Maxie fumed some, pulling his slippered feet further together subconsciously. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing love. I only jest.” Archie leaned down and kissed him, an unspoken apology passing between them. “I just find it cute, how much you enjoy these things.”

“Again, you’d probably enjoy them too if you went and got one done.”

Instead of a playful retort, Archie seemed to think. Humming to himself, he ran a hand along Maxie’s back as he considered. “These boots do take a toll on the ol’ dogs…”

“And it’s relaxing. Plus they give you champagne.”

“I’m in.” At the mention of booze, Archie seemed to perk up like a puppy. Maxie laughed, hugging his husband close.

“Alright, alright. I’ll plan a date.”

~~~

Right off the bat, Archie was uncomfortable.

The salon was nothing like he was used too- everything shiny and smelly, bright colorful walls and chairs for miles to see. Pokemon and their trainers alike walked too and from, giggling amongst themselves as the techs painted their fingers and toes with color. Looking at the chairs for the peddy-things; he had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t gonna fit such narrow seats.

“Is this your first time? No worries, sir. Our techs are the best in the Hoenn region! We’ll make you feel right at home!” The young woman greeting them was very nice, one of the few things keeping Archie from leaving on the spot. The other was Maxie’s comforting hand on his lower back, centering him and reminding him he wasn’t alone in these strange new waters. “Follow me, we’ll take you to our couple’s suite.”

“Couple’s what?” Archie asked, raising a brow at Maxie, who blushed some.

“I figured you’d want your first time to be just us- hush, don’t look at me like that.” Maxie shoved him lightly when Archie grinned, cheeks hot.

The “room” they were led to was a small private area cut off from the rest of the clients, separated by a half wall and containing two salon chairs. Waiting for them were two more techs standing by. Near their feet, an Espeon and an Umbreon lay.

“We like to provide our guests the comfort of eeveelutions if desired.” The younger tech explained, their Espeon rubbing against their leg as it woke. “Would either of you gentlemen be interested?”

Archie looked at the alignment of tools waiting for him, something like dread curling in his gut. “Sure, why not?” Beside him, Maxie squeezed his arm.

~~~

“Well, blow me down…”

Turns out the pedicure wasn’t as torturous as he imagined. If anything, Archie had never felt more relaxed in his life.

With an Umbreon curled in his lap, he sat back with a lazy grin as the tech worked away at his feet, melting away his aches with each scrub and polish. The seat was unfortunately a tad too small for him, but the heater in the back warming his spine made up for it tenfold.

That and…

“Aheheha! Ahehahahahhahahaha! I’m sohohohrry! I’m so sohohohorry!” Maxie was a giggling goon nearby, the Espeon in his lap purring away as his tech went about her task. “It tihihihickles!”

“Pfft, and here I thought you’d be used to it by now!” Archie laughed, moreso at his husband than anything. “Is he always this ticklish coming around?”

“Everytime.” Maxie’s regular tech-Inko he learned, grinned at him, eyes crinkling. “It’s always a pleasure having him though. He’s very giggly, but he doesn’t kick too often.”

“Wish I could say the same at home.” Archie laughed along with her, blowing a kiss at his husband. “Hehe, hang on, lemme get a video!”

“Doohohohn’t you dahhahare! Ahehahahah, Ahahahrchie!” Maxie tried to cover his face as the sailor whipped out his rotom phone, searching for the record button. Unfortunately for him, Espeon decided this was the perfect time to wake up and climb his chest, purring in his face and nuzzling his chin. “Ah! AHehahha, Ehehehespeon pleahhahhase!”

“Smile!” Archie cooed, giving up on videoing and taking a picture the second Maxie’s hands came down. A few more snapped and he finally had his perfect picture. “I’m gonna use this as my wallpaper…as soon as I figure out how.”

“Ahehahahhahsk for hehehehlp lahahhater-ahh dohoohohn’t seheheht it uhuuuhhp!” Maxie gave up fighting, sinking some in his seat as he carried on laughing through his appointment, hiding his face in Espeon’s fur as his ears burned red. Archie fell in love with him all over again.

~~~

“Well, that was rather nice. I see why you like going here.” Archie felt like his feet were made of air. Gone were year old calluses and in return toes painted a bright ocean blue. He debated on getting red but decided to stick with good ol’ team Aqua. He loved his husband, but he needed to represent.

“It was, and it’s a lovely place. Sorry they didn’t have any champagne today though.” Maxie walked beside him, hand in hand as they strolled along the boardwalk towards home. “I know that’s what you were coming for.”

“At first, yes. But after that cute sight I saw today, I got my fill.” Archie snickered, earning an eye roll and blush from his husband. “Thanks for taking me with you, Maxie. It was fun.”

“Heh. It really was.” Maxie paused some when they walked past a crepe stand, his stomach growling. “Say…”

“I got it.” Archie was already pulling out his wallet. “Chocolate Banana?”

“You know me so well.” The redhead laughed, making Archie’s heart do a hundred little flips.

Yep. Definitely making this an annual tradition going forward.

Thanks for reading!

#pokemon #hardenshipping #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #archie #maxie #husbands #I'm soft for them #magma-queen #Queenie :3 #friend :3

[theloveinc]

YALL PLEASE IK WE LOVE DILF DEKU BUT WHAT IF YOU TWO ARE DILFS AND MILFS. Like YALL met in the 90s when he was JUST hitting his peak of being #1 and ALL THE HOT 90s/2k PHOTOS OF HIM AND HIS GF TOGETHER (Who is now his wife) LIKE JUST TWO PEOPLE YOUNG AND IN LOVE. Him holding her hand and laughing as they are trying to quickly get away from the paparazzi and he has his arm out and trying to wiggle through fans and having the other around her waist. He’s always wearing every day clothes in all of them cause he was young probably early 20s and didn’t really see the reason of dressing up! OH and if his wife is a poc she has those hot make up looks black girls did back then! OH I loVE IT! There’s definitely pics of the two of them like him sitting on the floor while watching a early 2000s music video from America while she is sitting behind him on the couch practicing corn rolls on his BIG HEAD OHHH YALL. AND IF THEY HAVE LITTLE MIX KIDS OMFG LET ME STOP

normally i'd stick two asks together but i'm gonna answer you in separate parts bc i wanna respond to all of your thoughts, if that's alright!

but this reminds me a little of my childhood lover post (here!)... and how deku is always so sweet to you in public, so confident with your love that he's not afraid of showing it off .... and esp how well you've both aged, still both beautiful as the day you met.

i'm sure this is what you were going for with your imagery (which def brings this imagery to life) , but this also makes me think of the tik tok trends of people sharing pics of their parents from the 90s, or getting their photos done at vintage studios. the funny but sweet poses of people standing together in y2k clothes in front of colorful backgrounds. OR even prom pictures, with the silly background drapes hehehe.

also imagining having some 90s love song being your + deku's SONG. like the song you always dance together to in the kitchen, that your kids make faces at🥺

and they're definitely cute, just like u say! either dressed up in all the cute little tracksuits you can find or in daddy's nice hero merch and similar big, chunky sneakers. or maybe u even buy them jelly sandals to match the color beads and clips in their hair... so nostalgic :(

this is such a deku vibe!!

#deku #remember i am WHITE #I AM A WHITE LADY #AND I DON'T WANNA F*TISHIZE :(( #but otherwise yes adorable !! esp being age appropriate m*lfs and d*lfs in love #who grew up together too and who the public love #getting your photoshoots on and everything #LMFAO just thought abt justin timberlake fan deku sajdhfkjashdfljk #on his suit and tie sh*t #LOL i laugh #my roommate saw a mouse in the middle of me writing this too (at 3 am) #and i took a break to be worried with her #so im sorry if this isnt well structured #lmk if i could've answered better too in terms of inclusivity for poc! #caitie things #gen #anon #queue

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hello I'm the anon who sent these in yesterday!! I'm glad you like the concepts and so I have come back with more!!

1. So my hair is naturally wavy so imagine aaron and you are getting ready for an event with your family and you walk out of the bathroom with your natural hair!! I just know that ma would be feral

2. Teaching/Making tamales with him and jack, you def have to tell them not to eat the husk

3. This one's my favorite, You and aaron having a quince for your daughter and her and aaron dancing together!!

4. While on the topic of quince's, aaron getting to see pictures of yours that your mom proudly displays on the walls

5. And the baptism thing!! I love it sm!! Like the while morning aaron's talking to the baby about being calm for the whole thing but he's trying to calm himself rlly

6. Inviting the team to the carne asada and them loving your family and some of your primas trying to get you to set them up

7. Or about the quince, aaron being in shock on how long your family party's, I can see jack being taken in by the cousins who sleep on the chairs lol

I could go on forever about aaron with a latina!reader!! (Do you accept emoji anons? If so may I be 🎀?)

Hi again darling!!!! Thank you for sending more ❤️❤️ I’d never heard of emoji anons before but sure I’ll accept it!! 🥰

Lol Aaron would absolutely love your quince pictures with your big poofy dress and would absolutely ask your mom for a copy to take home 😂 ❤️ and ur like 🤦🏽‍♀️

He would absolutely cry a little bit dancing with your daughter at her quince 😭😭 he’d 100% wear a tie that matches her dress (no matter how bright or what color). Jack would also dance with his sister who he loves, and I could even see the three of them dancing together at the same time 🥹🥲❤️

Jack like all the other kids just gets used to sleeping in a makeshift chair bed with Aaron’s jacket as a blanket and the cumbia’s blasting 😂😭 Aaron would literally be like “Mi amor, tengo sueño” and you’d be like “it’s okay amor we can make you a chair bed too” 😂😂❤️

IVE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT LIKE FOR THE BAPTISM IMAGINE HOTCH IN A GUAYABERA IM SOBBING I NEEEEEED IT safe to say the baby’s baptism would absolutely happen in your home country (Aaron loves spending time there getting to know your culture and seeing your family)

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Side note: If you also like Spencer, I definitely neeeeeeeeeeed to write more about him with a Latina reader too hehehe

#anonymous #🎀 anon #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x latina!reader #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner headcanon

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: [kisskisskisskiss] I'm going to miss you inkky... Are you sure you have to go?

Ikkan: I have to go back home. My next classes are going to be on campus. I'm sorry baby

Neta: But I'm so used to you being here. It kinda felt like we're already married [kiss] hehehehehe

Ikkan: you're such a romantic. Hehehehehe....It'll happen eventually [kiss]

Neta:mmmmm... ok......

Cirrina: bye ikkan

Ikkan: bye sweetheart

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Neta: *sigh*....... Alone...... again.

Cirrina: you still have me Dad

Neta: of course I still have my crab cakes! [Kiss].... You want to come to work with me? Maybe bully some my employees?

Cirrina: really! Can I get something for the store? Do I get a discount?

Neta: you can get whatever you want for free. Considering You got an A on your exam!! I'm so proud of you!! My little girl.

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Neta: sup losers.....and Baja. Today is the weekend and we all know around 3 to 4 our turf war map is going to be open and you know what that means more customers.... Yay........

Mahi: yeah yeah. We know the drill

Mizole: Who's that?

Cirrina: wouldn't you like to know.

Mahi: ouch

Neta: okay okay..... Everyone...... This my darling daughter cirrina..... Say hi sweetie!

Cirrina: Hi........ You're all dressed like you belong to a crappy failed emo band..... Some of you were making it work though.... [Smile]

Candi: aw she means me [smile]

Neta: All right. I'm going to be in my office, make some phone calls and plan out some meetings. Cirrina I need you to behave, don't interrupt them while they're working. okay?... And everyone else......... If anything happens to her. You're either going to be fired or I kill you so uhhhhhhh Don't do that.

Warabi: You know some of us are part of really successful bands like me and uhhh........ hmm looks like it's just me who's successful.

Mizole: fuck you.........watch your tone little brat.

Cirrina: and what are you going to do about it? One hit blunder.... Why don't you worry less about me and worry more about buying a new hat. that thing on your head looks atrocious.

Baja: hehehehe

Mizole:................ Those are my tentacles

Cirrina: and you go out of the house like that?

Mizole: you know what-

Cirrina: I know more than you. Thanks. I'm well aware. Tell me how does it feel to be in your 20s and still shop in the kids section.....

Warabi: HA! Hahahahahaha

Mizole: shut up........ My clothes are more expensive than your Dad's rent

Cirrina: and yet you still look ugly. How unfortunate

Baja: danm

Mizole:............

Cirrina: hehehe I mean I'm towering over you... Aren't you embarrassed?...............Old man.

Mizole:............ I'm not old

Cirrina: Yeah you are

Mizole: your dad is older than me!!!

Cirrina: and somehow he looks a lot better than you...... Tell me do you cover your eyes with your tentacles because you think it looks good or are you just hiding those forehead lines.

Mizole: Hey! [Swat] ........ Babe?

Mahi: I'm not helping you fight a 14-year-old girl.... I also don't want to be fired.

Mizole: but she's being a bitch!

Cirrina: daddy!... This ugly short little troll with the fashion sense of a blind man just called me a bitch!

Mahi: hehehe...I'm sorry. That's not funny.... I'm sorry babe.....

Candi: and he hit you.

Cirrina: and hit me!!

Neta: mizole...

Mizole: I'm leaving!...... ........Can I stay in your apartment?

Mahi: Yeah that's fine babe.

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Candi: so cirrina... Your dad told me you play the cello. Is it fun?

Cirrina: Yeah it's pretty fun. Everyone was choosing violin and I kind of wanted to be different, you know?

Candi: ohhhh love that for you.

Cirrina: hehehe thanks. I like your tentacles the blue is really pretty, especially with the pink tips.... And the matching fingers so cute

Candi: aw thank you! The color is actually blue#12 and pink#13.... I like the side cut. I wanted to get something like that but I don't think I ever pull it off.

Cirrina: you know what would be cuter if you got an undercut? You can dye the underneath pink!

Candi: *ugh* do not give me ideas hahahhaha.

Cirrina: No, I'm serious. You would look really cute!.............. You're professional piercer right?

Candi: yeah? What? you want another piercing? You want another ear piercing, I can do that. Just get your dad's permission.

Cirrina: daddy can I get a tongue piercing?!

Neta: absolutely not!

Candi: nevermind.

Cirrina: hahahahaa You're so much like me when I was young. Hahahaha.. You're like a mini me!... How about this on my next day off tell your dad to bring you to work and I can take you shopping

Candi: *gasp* We're best friends now!

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Cirrina: I like your fins

Mahi: oh thank you

Cirrina: you kind of look like this old man my dad has a picture of at our place.

Mahi: really?

Cirrina: Yeah It's a picture of him and my dad when he was a kid. I think he died because he has his war tag and his medals I think his name was Behi or something... I don't know.....

Mahi:........... What was his name?

Cirrina: Behi....... I think that's his name. Dad tries not to talk about him that much. He gets emotional. He was kind of like his grandfather... He was a tetra like you.... Cool right?

Mahi: and he recently died?

Cirrina: Yeah he's still trying to contact his family.... trying to find them.

Mahi:....... .... Cool ...... I'm going to head to the bathroom for a second.

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Neta: did you pick up what you wanted honey?

Cirrina: yea

Neta: All right. What is it? I saw you looking at that ink fast T-shirt. You can have it, it's free!

Cirrina: No, I want that.

Neta: you want an instrument? Uhhh I was expecting something less expensive

Cirrina: you said I can get whatever I want...... Also, I think it'd be a perfect instrument..... I already have two amazing teachers.... I mean you always say that the world needs more bass players.

Neta: awwww Cici!! I know exactly what you're doing right now!!.....*sniff* and it's working!! Take the bass crab cakes! You deserve it!

Mahi: he is wrapped around her little fingers

Mahi was arrested for petty crimes by @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#I thought it would be funny if mizole had beef with a teenage girl #cirrina is a sweet girl honest #big sister Candi my love #ikkan has gone home so sad #poor mizole he can be mean all he wants but he will never be as mean as a teenage girl #cirrina is leaning bass just like her dads #I love the fall/winter but why doesn't it love me? I feel so tired and out of it #mahi has so many questions with few answers

[ribbonsweetcreme]

Welcome to the eleventh installment of

MV Dress Up

Today we are doing Nightcord’s duo songs…

Strap in this is a long explanation

First of all look at the stage colors: pink, black, white, and gold. Matches the costume colors as well as complimenting both Mizuki and Ena’s hair.

Then look at the cover art, it seems to be some kind of lily and the flowers also appear in the background of the stage, not to mention that flowers petals are continuously being blown on stage. While the flowers are not an exact 1 to 1 the fact that this set also has a flower in its theming makes it a good fit.

All this to say that these costumes would look great in this music video.

This is so obvious, why weren’t theses the outfits

I Should have given Mafuyu their short hair

LET THEM BE DRAMATIC IN THE HERMIT OUTFITS, THE SASS THEY HAVE IN THIS MV IS SOOO GOOD

Love how my analysis for Charles was so detailed and for Villain it’s jut ‘hehehe cool outfits’

#project sekai #pjsekai #pjsk #nightcord at 25:00 #MV dress up

[supercorpsbian]

The pretty zookeeper (1/??)

content: AU, Zookeper Kara x Marine biologist (and veterinary) Lena, everything else is the same as in canon (kinda), Kara has her powers, love at first sight, kara is a disney fan, she also loves cats (no matter how big)

word count: 2,673

pair(s): Supercorp (Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor)

A/N: hiii! this is just a short thing i wrote yesterday because there was a power outage at my city and i was bored (and my best friend helped me out with the concept heheh), I'm still writing the next part of entropy but in the meantime have this! idk if I'll continue it though since it may end up like all my other unfinished fics in my notes app, if anything just consider this as a oneshot :)

That day started as usual for Kara Danvers: Waking up at 6:45 am, showering, brushing her teeth and getting dressed within minutes, taking her keys and her bag and exiting her apartment by 7 am.

She quickly waltzed into her favorite cafeteria and bought herself a pumpkin spice latte with extra foam and cinnamon, and a box of donuts that she'd probably finish before arriving at work. Yet today she felt like leaving a couple of them to have on her lunch break.

The blonde arrived at the National City Zoo, being greeted by some security guards and the people at the entrance barely opening up to start selling tickets and VIP bracelets for the day. She went through the staff only entrance and was received with even more smiles and some hugs here and there. Everyone loved Kara Danvers.

She quickly trotted to her locker, leaving her bag inside (the donut box as of now rested inside the lunchroom's fridge with a note) and quickly getting changed into her uniform, which was just a polo shirt and a visor cap with the logo of the place and the signature colors. Some had the choice to also wear leggings or khaki shorts to match the outfit but she preferred her usual jeans. After changing into her uniform she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail and closed her locker, shoving her phone inside her pocket. She was walking down towards her usual spot at the feline enclosures when she heard her own name on the speakers.

"Kara Danvers. Kara Danvers, please present yourself at the HR office. Kara Danvers, please-" She quickly tuned out the sound and she turned on her heels to the opposite direction from where she was walking. Why was she called so early in the morning? She was now intrigued.

Upon arriving at the offices that were the furthest away from almost any enclosure she saw a small group of people muttering something. She thought about eavesdropping with her enhanced hearing for a second but then felt it'd be rude. When she approached them she was greeted with smiles again.

"Any idea why I'm being called to the principal's office?" She joked, making the other three women chuckle.

"Nope, but we're theorizing. If you get fired I want your locker, it's further from the staff bathrooms than mine." One of them poked her rib and she laughed, rolling her eyes at the joke.

"I'll make sure of that." Kara stepped into the office and immediately got a smile from the secretary there, she was ushered to come in and she saw her manager along with an unknown woman and one of the most known members of the HR department of the Zoo, although she didn't remember his name.

"Hi, I heard you were calling me?" She knocked and peeked her head through the door as everyone looked at her.

"Kara!" Her manager, James, fully opened the door for her with a smile. "Before you think of anything, don't worry, it's not bad."

"Miss Danvers, this is Lena Luthor, our newest hire for marine biologist and veterinary." The other man in front of her was sitting behind a desk, and he simply wavered his hand in the woman's direction without taking his cold eyes off Kara. She turned her gaze to the woman and she was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair that barely had a few lighter streaks when being hit by the morning sun, every strand of it neatly enclosed into a high ponytail that let Kara admire her features even better. Her eyes with long beautiful lashes were a shade of green she didn't know the name of, her ivory skin pale and completely smooth with only two little birthmarks on the neck, her eyebrows were neatly plucked and her mouth was what took the most attention she had a gracious smile and her red tinted lips complimented everything about her. Kara was speechless until Lena approached her, the blonde on automatic mode accepted Lena's hand and stretched it, immediately putting on a customer service smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Lena." The name rolled so swiftly off her lips it felt like she was a witch casting a spell. "I mean-, Miss Luthor."

"Nice to meet you too, Miss Danvers." Lena's soft chuckle filled the room, making Kara weak at the knees, she could even sense Lena's perfume and it was heavenly. Why was she called in anyway? She didn't care, she just wished to stay this close to the woman as much as possible.

"So, Kara, Miss Luthor doesn't need any training, she has seen our schedules and she's one of the best in her fields." James' voice took her out of her thoughts, her hand still holding Lena's. "However she needs someone to show her around the place, even if she's only going to be at the vet office and the fish tanks. It's best if she familiarizes herself with the whole Zoo. I was suggested to do it myself but I just have too many things on my plate today, so I suggested that you do it. Can you?" Just a tour? Show Lena the place? She could do that, she definitely could do that. If only she wasn't so focused on the hand tightly gripping hers. She quickly nodded and both James and the office guy sent them on their way, she was silent and avoided looking at Lena until she spoke first.

"Are all handshakes this long in National City?" The brunette teased, quickly making Kara let go of her hand, both of them missed the warmth for a couple seconds until their minds went back to the reason why they were together.

"Uhm, sorry- I didn't mean to-..." Lena just smiled and Kara sighed, trying to compose herself by taking a deep breath. "So, let's get you a tour. We can start in my zone first."

"Sure. I would love that, and there's no hurry. If they try taking this off our work hours I'm a lawyer too." The blonde's eyes widened, what else could this woman do? Her mind was barely comprehending when she heard Lena's beautiful laughter, this wasn't like the chuckle she showed earlier, this was a full laugh that made Kara want to throw herself into the shark tank. How on Earth could she be so perfect? "Just kidding. I know laws, and I could be a lawyer. But law school is way too... Cruel."

"I agree. I- I didn't go to law school either, but it just seems like a dark place."

"Good to see we're on the same page about lawyers. Now I believe we have a tour ahead of us, don't we?"

The Kryptonian nodded, immediately setting the pace as she walked towards the feline enclosures she was heading to earlier, this time with a beautiful woman right by her side.

[...]

The tour was going smoothly, she had planned to start by the felines but she changed her mind last minute, starting by the ponds and showing the brunette the ducks, flamingoes, turtles and geese. Then she took her to see the monkeys, hippopotamuses, zebras, and elephants. The ostriches were Kara's least favorites and Lena noticed this, but the woman still greeted the animals with respect and a hint of fear upon being approached by the gigantic birds. They also met with some staff members and she introduced Lena to everyone, the young Luthor didn't fail to notice how some worker's stares would linger at Kara for just barely a bit more than what one would consider friendly, something that Danvers seemed to not notice at all. Or if she did she just didn't seem to care.

They were now more than halfway through their tour of the installations, this part of the Zoo kept the animals that thrived better in cold climates so it was an entire building that made her skin shiver upon entering. The air conditioner was up to the max and it was a really sudden change from the fresh warmth of National City's summer.

"And these are the penguins, we only have rescued three so far and they're all male. Their names are Huey, Dewey and Louie. You can tell them apart by the little bracelets on their ankles." Kara pointed at them through the glass, and Lena immediately saw them and she laughed at the names.

"Who baptized them? Can I have a word with that person? Because so far I've been impressed by the creativity of the names here. And how do you memorize the name of each one of the animals? That's impressive." The blonde felt herself blushing at Lena's words, she just let out an embarrassed chuckle when she noticed the questions were actually serious, and the brunette was waiting for a response to all of them.

"I... I usually pick the names. And since the animals respond to them everyone else calls them that too. You wouldn't believe how happy George the monkey was when we gave him his name." They kept walking as Kara kept telling stories of how many animals she had named during her time working there, all of this while walking in front of some of them. Once they stepped out of the cold building she noticed how Kara's warm blonde hair seemed to shine with the sun rays, it was almost magical.

It was like the blue eyed woman was a magnet for every soul in the Zoo because she was approached by any animal that could reach her. Lena felt like she was in front of a Disney princess, even more so when two flying squirrels jumped from a nearby tree and graciously landed on Kara's visor.

"You... Kara-"

"Yes?" The girl turned around, looking at Lena with innocent eyes. Until she noticed Lena was staring at the top of her head and she sighed with a tired smile. "Those are Chip and Dale. They're technically not part of the Zoo but they live here and we're not kicking them out. The guests like feeding them." Both squirrels went down to Kara's shoulders making her laugh, and Lena could've sworn she has never heard such a beautiful and harmonious laugh before, it was like music to everyone's ears.

"You love Disney don't you? The penguins, the squirrels, the ducks called Donald and Daisy. What's next? A lion named Simba?" She arched a brow when Kara's face went red.

"What-? Pffft, noooo-" Lena's accusatory stare made her melt, as if she was under a magnifying glass that was under the sun. "She's a lioness. But she liked the name!" And with that both women burst into laughter, which made the squirrels go away and back to the tree they came out from.

They kept walking calmly until Kara happened to take a quick glance at her watch. She felt like time flew by when she was around her new acquaintance, but she didn't expect for almost the entire morning to be gone so fast!

Lena noticed the fear in Kara's eyes, and before she was able to ask what was going on she felt the blonde taking her hand and tugging her the opposite direction from where they were heading to.

"Kara-?!" The blonde was running and she was being pulled behind, barely being able to keep up because of her confusion.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm the only one in my area today and I got carried away. I have to feed almost thirty animals before lunch which is in..." She checked her watch again. "Twenty-five minutes!" A gasp left Kara's throat when Lena matched her pace (while wearing high heels) with a smirk.

"I'll help you! How bad can it be?"

[...]

Lena expected apes, maybe the petting zoo, zebras, literally any other animal would fit the embodiment of sunshine in front of her. But she was shocked at the fact that Kara Danvers was the one in charge of the wild felines. Lions, tigers, panthers, wildcats, and more, all of them under the blonde woman's care. She thought a work like that would have someone on the spot all the time yet Kara seemed to relax when she took her visor cap off and started separating the food by each animal's prescribed diet. She didn't know how she could be of help until Kara gaver her a list, it contained all the ingredients and names of the animals that needed each food item, and with a quick glance she understood Kara needed her to oversee everything as she laid down the raw food and filled each bucket for each hungry cat waiting for her.

They worked quickly, she didn't even know how someone could be that fast after walking so much during the morning, yet Kara Danvers had everything ready and started with two buckets on each hand and a pair of tongs that she almost forgot until Lena reminded her.

Lena smiled pleased at Kara's efficiency, and as they walked to the first cage she froze with fear, was Kara just going inside the enclosure to feed a hungry tiger? She looked around and noticed there weren't any visitors outside to watch the tiger, the enclosures were all connected by smaller gates to let certain animals be with each other, but for now they were closed. And the tiger that she had on the list was alone with Kara, who quickly closed the door behind her and walked inside, the animal circling her and that's when Lena felt like this was Kara's end. She was about to run to ask for help when she noticed how her new colleague wasn't remotely scared of the giant feline that was walking around her as if she was its prey. Kara lifted the bucket over her head with one hand and quickly made a gesture with the other, her face stern yet loving. The feline quickly sat down like a trained dog, its body language signaling it feared and respected Kara more than Kara would ever fear him.

"Tony, what have I said about trying to chase me?" The cat roared softly, making her chuckle. "Sorry about the delay, here's your turkey. And I got you some salmon too! I hope you treated the night shift guards nicely." She then looked back at the bucket and lowered it, instead of reaching for her tongs (which were forgotten outside with Lena and another three buckets of raw meats) she took the entire raw turkey thigh with her hand and acted as if she was playing with a dog, she then threw it, making the tiger follow to catch it and she left the rest of the food on a concrete bowl that was built near the door. "See ya, Tony!" She walked out as swiftly as she walked in, then she locked the door with the master key around her neck. Kara didn't think much of the situation until she noticed Lena's panicked stare.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Lena grabbed her shoulders and tried to shake her which Kara let happen. "YOU GUYS DON'T HAVE SAFETY PROTOCOLS HERE OR SOMETHING?! THAT THING COULD'VE KILLED YOU!"

"What- Le- Miss Luthor! Don't worry! Yes we have safety protocols, but Tony has known me for years! I've taken care of him since he was barely a kitten. I'm not afraid of him or any other animal under my care." Lena seemed to relax a bit, still uneasy about the woman simply going into a hungry tiger's cage with a bucket filled with food on her hands.

"What about the ostriches?"

"They're not under my care-"

"So you're afraid of them?" The brunette's panic seemed to steer away and it turned into teasing.

"What-? No! I'm not..." There was that glare again, looking to dig deeper inside her mind, but this time she didn't cave in. "There's work to do, Miss Luthor, who's next?" Lena's eyes left Kara and focused on the list on her hands, then a smile crept up her red lips.

"Simba."

#supercorp #fanfic #femslash #kara danvers #supergirl #supergirl fic #kara zor el #lena luthor #kara and lena #kara x lena #supergirl fanfiction #supercorp endgame #supercorp fic #kara danvers au #lena luthor au #au #alternative universe #supercorp au #zookeeper #supercorpsbian

[silverdreamsstudios]

hi my dress for my nerissa cosplay came in and i am happy lol

#ok its a bit too long LOL and also i wish the top part was sliiiightly smaller but its all good LOL #for having absolutely no clue what i was gonna get im pretty impressed #its really nice material lol #anyways i put the entire outfit together and im pretty excited LOL #ngl i rly wanna wait until the cherry blossom trees on campus go in bloom #sakura sakura #also they match my dress color hehehe #pray for good weather for me pls #LOL #anyways this was a great surprise after having to go through the biology test i spent literally the past entire week studying for like idk #it felt like i studied for about forever but i at least studied for 30 hours LOL #i can now produce a phylogenetic tree of 35+ groups from my memory in under 5 min so i'd say thats the accomplishment of this week #mod silver

[elizabeethan]

Ripple

An Overboard addition

Emma gets Killian an anniversary gift, kind of

This is purely gratuitous fluff for @the-darkdragonfly because she deserves it

Rated T

~1500 words

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There are few things that can make Killian Jones feel as alive as the sea does. The whipping wind that tousles his hair, the crashing waves that spray him with ocean mist and rock his boat from side to side, forcing him to counterbalance himself so as to not topple over. Very few things in this world make Killian feel as free as the sea does.

Among the few things that bring him to life are his boat. It’s something he spent years working towards, his title of captain a badge that he wears proudly each day. It’s a reminder that tragedy and hardship could not defeat him.

And then there’s the thrill that comes with catching monstrous Bluefin Tuna. It's a battle he’s won countless times, but he’s lost countless times as well, and each time he pulls one onto his deck, the pride that swells in his chest is almost painful.

Although there is a short list of things that bring him to life, nothing can compare to the way he feels when he’s with-- when he even thinks about-- his wife.

“There’s a special surprise waiting for you when you get home,” she tells him in a low, sultry voice when she calls him that day. It’s a strong reminder that it’s their first wedding anniversary, and the tone of her delivery sends impure thoughts through his mind and makes his cock do impure things while he’s at work.

“What is it?” he asks uselessly, knowing she won’t cooperate.

With the very giggle he expected, she answers, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Will I like the surprise?” he asks, voice matching hers.

“I think so.”

His wife is fire. She’s heat and passion and infallibility all rolled into one flawless, beautiful package. He maintains easily that he’s the luckiest man alive, the luckiest man to ever live again, because he has been given the privilege of marrying Emma Swan. There is nothing that will ever make him feel the way it feels to be with her-- not his boat, not catching a monster tuna, not the sea.

He’s almost tempted to call it a day, turn towards the docks and leave his mates high and dry and without much of a paycheck, but he knows he can’t do that. All he can do is think back to nearly a week ago, just before he’d left for this trip, when she reminded him very cleverly and very salaciously that their special day was up-and-coming by making him come in her mouth and smirking in satisfaction when she succeeded.

All he can do is consider what color his special surprise could be, how it will look contrasting against her creamy skin, how it will feel in his fingers when he peels it off of her.

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She’s not at the docks like she usually likes to be when he arrives home. She uses it as an excuse to visit with her father, and she also likes to tell Killian that her presence when his catch is weighed and appraised for quality is good luck. But today, she isn’t here.

He takes his check and helps his mates clean the boat, but they can tell that his mind is elsewhere. Will practically chastises him, claiming that he’s too horny for his own good and insisting that he go home to his fit bird of a wife, earning himself a slap upside his head.

The house is mysteriously quiet when he gets home, creeping through the front door and excitedly looking around every corner as he walks through. It becomes obvious that she isn’t inside when he gets to the kitchen in the back of the small cottage they share, and when he looks out the swinging porch door, he sees her.

She’s fully clothed, but she still looks beautifully irresistible, so he steps outside with a growing smirk. He isn’t sure what she could be doing in the backyard at nearly dusk, and he becomes even more confused when he watches her squat down on her knees and hold her arms out, excitedly cooing and cheering at something around the corner that he can’t see yet.

“Come on, baby!” she calls happily, grin bright and beaming in the setting sun. “Come on!”

“Emma?” he asks through his confusion, making her look up and greet him with stunning beauty. “What are you…?”

It becomes clear so quickly, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place suddenly when he hears the jingle. A small, clumsy creature flops its way across the yard that they share, nearly tripping over its too-large feet. She calls for it once more, shrieking and laughing when it bounds into her arms, knocking her onto her back.

A smile grows across Killian’s face almost instantly. He couldn’t even hope to fight it, Emma’s joy far too evident and far too impossible not to match.

“Happy anniversary,” she greets.

“Aye, happy anniversary, my love… What is this?” he asks, squatting beside her and delivering her a smile that she matches effortlessly.

“This is your surprise,” she explains.

“You got us… a dog?”

“A puppy! Isn’t she precious?” she asks, rubbing the pup’s belly and giggling as she rolls onto her back. “Her name is Ripple.”

He scrunches up his eyebrows in confusion, moving to sit all the way in order to save his old knees. “Ripple?”

“Don’t give me that look,” she chastises. “I think it suits her. One little doggy can impact our lives in many ways; like the ripple effect.”

“Aye,” he agrees, because he’ll agree with everything she says if only to see the look on her face when he does. “And how did Ripple find her way into our yard?”

The small, and admittedly adorable, puppy gives him a look that tugs at his heartstrings. Truthfully, if there was one breed of dog he could see Emma adopting, it would be a Rottweiler. Their Ripple is only a baby, small and soft, but he can tell that she’ll grow to be as fierce as Emma one day. Her big brown eyes stare into his and he knows with certainty that he’s made a companion.

“I adopted her, as a special surprise for you,” she tells him with a smirk, likely knowing that her explanation doesn’t exactly work in her favor. It’s not as if he ever had a desire to adopt a dog. Emma, on the other hand, has been wanting one for months. “She was wandering the streets, so I picked her up. I looked and looked for her owner, but she didn’t have a collar or a microchip, and no one came forward. I filled out some paperwork with the vet, and now she’s ours!”

He can’t help but to fall beside her, lying at her side and planting a brief yet deep kiss to her temple. Ripple wriggles between them, her bark small and high pitched but likely to become much more threatening in the next few weeks. “You’ve a very pure soul, Swan.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, making him bark out a laugh that’s met with one of Ripple’s. “She needs a home,” she says more seriously, rolling on her side to face him in the soft grass, her hand wandering from the neck of his t-shirt down to his waist.

“She does,” he agrees. He leans forward, awkwardly at this angle, to finally catch her lips with his. He can’t deny her of this. She grew up needing a home, and the least he can do now is support her in giving a home to another lost soul in need.

“So, can we keep her?”

“That’s funny,” he laughs, and she screws up her brows and cocks her head to the side. “It’s as if you’re under the impression that I could ever say no to you.”

He watches the smile grow across her face, reaching her eyes so easily as they catch the glimmering light of the fading sun. “Really?”

“Aye, of course, my love. Although, I will admit, this isn’t exactly the surprise I had in mind based on your phone call.”

Her giggle is contagious, and he thinks it must be in response both to what he had said, and the fact that Ripple has decided to clumsily sprint across the yard to chase her long tail. She pushes against his chest to stand-- he feels almost envious at her youthful ability to lift herself from the ground so easily-- and takes his hand in hers, hoisting him up as well. “I’ve been working on crate training her,” she explains once they’re standing side by side. She calls for the pup and she comes running, earning praise from her new, and apparently talented-at-behavioral-training, mother.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” She guides them both inside, pulling his hand and holding her other one out to Ripple, offering a treat once they walk through the door. “And I plan on doing some crate training now, while I show you what other surprises I have for you under this dress. It’s good for her to practice.”

Their new companion is very well behaved, they’ve discovered. She listens to commands, snuggles with her parents at every opportunity afforded to her, and acts as a very talented deckhand on Killian’s ship, announcing the presence of a tuna on their line each time they hook up.

If one thing is for certain, it’s that Killian Jones’ wife knows exactly how to make him happy.

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There’s a dog in Wicked Tuna named Ripple, and I’m addicted to The Ripple Effect, so Emma and Killian got a dog named Ripple. Hehehe

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[madtickler39]

Welcome to Club T’s

One of my fan favorites from the old blog, enjoy:

One could look at Emily and assume her life was perfect A nice home, well off family that was well known in California.  Naturally blonde hair, a petite little figure and long legs all around a smile that could turn a man to stone. Going to movie premieres, sports events and mingling with LA bigwigs, Emily was never long without something to do. Oh dont get me wrong, Emily never complained. She loved her family, loved her friends, loved her job. She’d never complain for a second. But still something was missing.  That’s why Emily found herself where she was, in a taxi outside a new and mysterious club in downtown LA.  She stared at the door for a long time before the driver finally asked “Are you gettin out or what?” Emily came back to reality and paid the driver, and stepped out of her car as confidently as she could.  What she couldn't sell her blue dress and black heels could. She walked into the club like it was nobody’s business, and was an instant bombshell to the eligible young men at Club T’s.   What made her walk into this particular club that night? Well, to understand that, we have to go back a little bit.  Emily had a friend named Stephen, and one time not too long ago Stephen did something she couldn’t get out of her head.  He tickled her.  It wasn’t her first time being tickled, not by a longshot.  For some reason, the feeling she got when he finally stopped kept coming back to her head like a drug, needing to come forward again and refusing any lesser pleasure. She had no trouble finding a man to do anything she wanted, but for some reason this one request proved elusive to her charms.  After a brief search on the internet, she found out that club T’s was the place to find what she wanted.  It wasn’t easy to find out how to get in, the people she was here to see were very secretive.  The main club was just like any other club. The music was too loud, the drinks were too expensive and you couldn’t see or move anywhere.  After a few minutes of moving around she found the specific corner that housed the VIP section of the club, she said the codeword to the bouncer, and with a smirk he let her in.  It was the look a wolf gives a deer after a day without food, and it unsettled her. Inside, the VIP area was another world.  The clothes were different, the lights were a bit brighter, and you could hear yourself over the music.  The men were dressed in anything from suits to T-shirts while the girls were wearing some pretty revealing clothing, anything that exposed the belly, shorts, mini skirts and few of them wore heels.  They wore colored wristbands, green yellow and red.  Green was an open invitation, yellow required an ask, and red meant not to approach.  Emily had a yellow wristband, fastened around her ankle like the website advised. There was more seating space than at any normal club here, couches and chairs everywhere.  The dance floor had some people, but others were chasing each other around the floor, and in a couch by the corner a man had a captive girl in his lap.  Her hands were bound and her feet were in his lap.  As he grabbed the toe of her sock, her bound hands came up to her face to conceal her smile and she shook her head.  He grinned evilly and slowly pulled the sock off, revealing her bare foot. At the edges of the dance floor were a few suspended cages, each with a girl inside and a person outside sticking a feather duster in.  Emily asked the bartender “What’s all that about?”  A cute redhead in a black corset said “Those girls work here.  The customers pay to use the feather dusters for a time.  They can also pay to remove clothing or lower the cages.  It breaks the ice for the newcomers.  Speaking of, is this your first time?” “Why yes” said Emily looking around. “Is this actually for real?” The bartender, whose nametag read “Sam” said “It sure is.  I can lock you in that cage if you’re too nervous to get started on your own?”  Emily blushed, and suddenly a voice came from behind her that said smoothly “Sam, hasn’t your boss told you not to mess with the new talent? Or do I have to tickle you for your tips again?” Sam blushed now, and backed towards the liquor shelf nervously.  Emily asked the tall, suit clad stranger “What?”  He said “Oh you haven’t heard? If you find their service in any way lacking, you have to give them the oppurtunity to get their tips tickled back into them.  That’s why she wears a corset, her pits are her worst spot.”  She hissed “Damon!” So you weren't kidding on the website” Emily asked. “This really is a tickle club.” Damon said “Oh yes, but if you want to see come by when Sam brings my bottle of Dom.  She needs a good tickling to earn her tips back after that hiss…”  Sam gulped.  She’d done it now.  Damon slapped down a 20 and said “Whatever the lady likes is on me.” Sam fixed Emily a drink and grabbed a champagne bottle, but Emily hesitated as Sam left.  Sam looked over her shoulder and said “You comin? This is what you wanted right?”  Emily finished her liquid courage, and followed Sam to a door labelled “Barefoot Room”  Upon entering, Sam said “It’s quite literal, no shoes allowed inside.”  Sam quickly kicked off her pumps and went inside, and Emily removed her peep toed heels to join her. “You learn quickly Emily” Damon smiled as he smiled at Emilys little feet as she flexed her toes “Im just amazed” Emily replied blushing as she felt Damon's gaze on her toes “Theres nothing to feel scared about Emily" Damon smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “so tell me what brings you here”” Emily took a deep breath, and then she started “It all started when my friend Stephen tickled my feet a few months ago.  It felt...well I guess how a normal person feels being tickled.  Sure, the laughing was fun but when it was happening I just wanted him to stop after a few seconds...afterwards I couldn’t get it out of my head.  I tried forgetting it, distracting myself.  Anytime I was alone with my thoughts, I thought of that sensation and how badly I wanted it back.  So I found this place...and here I am.” “And here you are.” Damon said.  He saw Emily look down nervously and said “Emily, come sit by me.”  She came and sat down next to him hesitantly, and drew her feet behind her knees, where Damon couldn’t see them.  It was all she could do not to blush.  He asked her “Sam needs to be tickled if she wants her tips from me, where should she be tickled?” “Her underarms” Emily replied without hesitation.  Sam shut her eyes and raised her arms, beginning to breathe heavily.  She begged “Please be gentle.” Damon looked and raised an eyebrow “you answered that quickly for a newbie; I think we may have a little sadist here.  Sam, I think we should let your new friend here do the honors” Emily looked nervous again, and said “You want me to tickle her?”  Damon nodded silently and said “If you'd prefer I can tickle her.  The whole time you watch her suffer knowing that it's coming for you next…” She was up in an instant, and facing Sam directly.  Sam felt her breathe and winced, that gave Emily an inexplicable pleasure.  She pounced. Emily dug her nails into Sam’s underarms, and Damon smirked as she screamed.  Sam was able to hold her arms up for a few seconds, but within 15 seconds they came down reflexively.  Sam laughed like crazy but Emily wouldn't let up.  Sam tried to turn away, but Emily kept at it, and pulled Sam closer. The punishment became a wrestling match soon as the girls came to the ground, with Emily straddling her hips.  Emily leaned forward and pinned the poor bartender’s wrists over her head and blew on her underarms, which drove sam into a mad fit of giggles.  She begged “HEHEHEHE Stop teasing!” Emily couldn't tell you why she said this, but she shouted “This is club tease!”  Before she could sink her nails back into Sam’s smooth hollows, Emily burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA!” And lost her grip. Sam scrambled out from under her, and went to Damon, who was holding Emily’s ankle, with his other hand gently stroking her sole.  She giggled gently with each stroke of his hands.  He patted Sam on the butt and said “That’s enough sweetie.  Call me when you get off work.  For now I have some soft, pretty feet to break in.” This comment made Emily blush, and wiggle her baby blue toes.  As Sam walked out of the room and grabbed her shoes, Emily looked down, anticipating the tickling.  The tickling was slow, methodical.  He was really tickling her brain more than her sole.  Reminding her that he could do what he want, control her body against her will.  He could make her laugh whenever he pleased.  All it took was a foot and a finger.  He had the finger, and the foot may as well have been a plaything of his.  It was in his grasp and she wasn’t getting it out. Emily remained on all fours(or threes, not counting the foot that belonged to Damon at the moment), and giggled when Damon wanted her to, otherwise she just accepted the breaks and caught her breath.  Sometimes she would look back at Damon, nearly melting him with that forced smile.  Other times she looked away and tried to just take it. During a break, Damon rubbed her sole with his palm and commented “I see you took the website’s advice and got a pedicure.  How recently?”  Emily giggled “A couple hours ago hehehe.”  she heard Damon inhale deeply and felt his lips rub along her sole now. His lips tickled ever so slightly. She giggled “hehehehe are you smelling my foot?” She read many of the men here also had foot fetishes, but never expected to find herself here tonight… He replied “You used a vanilla scented lotion.  It’s my favorite.”   “EEP!” She squealed, something had pinched the ball of her foot, and one look back at Damon licking his lips told the whole story.  Could she really drive him so crazy with just her feet? This could add some fun to the tickling...but before she could finish that thought, her mind commanded her to laugh again. Emily fell flat on her belly as she felt a warm, wet sensation streak across her arch.  She turned her head to the side to release peals of laughter, and started pounding the carpet with her fist.  If Damon’s finger was mean, his tongue was just cruel.  Emily was at once suffering and feeling an indescribable ecstasy.  All she could do to cope was laugh, and between breaths beg “Hahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Emily got herself a momentary respite from Damon’s tongue, but only because he needed it to taunt her.  His fingers returned to gently stroking her arches as he taunted “Oh you don’t want this to stop.  If you did you’d pull your foot away.  Look.”  Emily flipped over and saw that his hand was open, only cupping her heel.  He tickled with all his fingers slowly, and she reflexively pulled back a few inches, then paused. Emily hesitated a few seconds, it tickled so bad but there was just nothing like it.  Her foot slowly slid back into his grip, and his hand closed around her ankle.  She gasped, what had she done? Damon taunted “See? I knew you liked it!” And he tickled her sole all over again with his fingers, making her laugh even louder, wondering why she gave her foot to him.  He lifted her foot up to his mouth, but there was resistance from her tight little dress.  Damon lowered her foot and said “Emily, your dress is lovely but if you want to have more fun, it may be best to change.” Emily blushed again and said “I don't have a change of clothes.”  Damon began stroking her instep and commented “Not to worry.  There is a private changing room in here with spare clothes, better for our activities.”  Damon helped her up, and opened a wall panel that led to a cozy changing room. Emily removed her dress and placed it on a hanger, then found a pair of little pink shorts and a white tshirt to put on.  The shirt was awfully short, and only came down to her ribs, leaving her midriff vulnerable.  The shorts were quite short, revealing her long tanned legs. She emerged a little sheepishly, but Damon gushed over her, making her blush for the umpteenth time tonight.  She came up to the couch where he sat and requested “Where do you want me?”  She felt his eyes combing every inch of exposed skin, searching for a spot to make her squeal.  She felt uneasy, but exhilarated. Damon grabbed her by the hand and sat her on the couch next to him.  He draped her legs over his...and once she breathed out he lobster clawed her knees.  Emily shrieked, breaking down in helpless laughter as she tried to sit up and reach his hands. After a few moments of squeezing her legs and knees, Damon began to gently scribble his fingertips all along her thighs and up towards her hips.  Emily’s laughter went up in pitch as Damon reached her hips and pinched, and he licked his lips looking at that bare midriff. Damon gave Emily a break to catch her breath, and breathing heavily she sighed “hehehe that was fun.”  Damon had an evil smirk on his face, she asked him “What is that look for?”  Damon said “I’m going to have that cute tummy of yours next.  But I’m going to give you a choice, my tongue or my hands?”  Emily’s eyes bugged out, and she couldn’t possibly choose between tortures for a moment.  She thought about her feet, and his tongue was much worse there.  She answered “Hands.” Damon smirked, had she chosen wrong? What was he playing at?  She didn’t have time to think any further as ten fingers began wiggling along her midriff, and her tummy exploded with ticklish sensations.  She let out a loud belly laugh, and cursed as her hands wanted nothing more than to seize his and make it stop.  Despite this desperate need, her mind would not allow them, making them twitch up and down her sides in a comical fashion.  The game changed utterly when Damon managed to wiggle a finger into her navel, making Emily scream like a banshee before breaking down in frantic laughter.  She tried to get him off of there, but her hands were swatted away by his free hand.  This was almost as bad as her toes, or that tongue! Maybe she should have let him use his tongue after all… After a minute or so of her navel being explored and prodded, Emily couldn’t take anymore.  Her begs became more desperate, and Damon heard it in her voice.  She cried loudly “Uncle! Hahahahahaha! Please! Mercy! Hahahaha!”  Damon stopped rather quickly, but Emily didn’t manage to stop giggling for another minute.  He rubbed her belly during this time, and at last she recovered.  She propped herself up on her elbows saying “That was wicked...I’ve never felt anything like it before.”  Damon smirked, and said “I bet not.” Before they could say anything else, a blonde woman and a brunette with golden brown hair came into the room dancing with each other, kicking their shoes off as they entered.  They plopped on the couch opposite Damon and Emily.  The blonde said “I told you if we danced Damon would get us a snack!”  Emily covered her face nervously as she blushed like a teenager, and would have curled into a ball had Damon not held her knees.  The brunette asked “Who’s the tickle toy?”  Damon said evenly “Girls, this is Emily.  Emily, that is Shay, and Blair.  Two tickle slaves of mine, who need to remember what happens when they don’t use their manners.” Damon continued “Emily is new, and I think she has had enough for one night.  Blair, why don’t you tie Shay’s arms over her head?”  They got to work, enjoying themselves and clearly under the influence a bit.  Emily asked “So what, just like that we’re done?”  Damon smirked and said “For tonight, after I do one quick thing.  If you want another session I’ll see to it that you can contact me.  Sit tight.”  Damon got up and tested Shay’s bonds, who was standing on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, suspended from a chain.  Damon produced two more cuffs and said “Your turn Blair.”  She giggled as she assumed position for her restraints. Once they were restrained Damon instructed Emily “Give me your sole” holding his hand out.  She placed an ankle in his hand, and he produced a pen.  He slowly and painstakingly wrote something on Emily’s sole, but she couldn’t tell.  All she could do was laugh and scream until he finished.  It felt like an eternity of that ball point pen stroking her arches, but it was bliss for her.  When he finally finished, he pecked each of her soles goodnight and she left for the evening.  She inspected her sole before putting her shoes back on, and it read Damon’s number and address.

#tickle club #ticklish #ticklish feet #Tickling #ticklee #tickler #club Ts #ticklish belly #belly tickling #Damon the ler

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Diary of Mafia Villainess 3

Pairing : Mafia Boss Gojo Satoru x Future Mafia Boss Reader

This is fluffy fanfic based on novel ‘Observation Record of My Self-Proclaimed Villainess Fiancée’ I used the MC’s reincarnated point of view instead of the main hero.

!!Warning!! Rom-Com, Fluff, Protective Gojo, Fluffy Gojo. All students character are aged up to 18, Dense reader. You can also read it on Ao3 under Tsumikio

Sawada [Name] 7 years old

Gojo Satoru 11 years old

Kurogane Yae 7 years old

Geto Suguru 11 years old

 “Fufufufu, our principessa is really cute.” Mei-san put her finishing touch to my hair. Today is the first time I attended an evening party.

“Thank you, Mei-san.” I smiled as I looked at the mirror. I am wearing a light blue dress with mary janes shoes with the same color.

“Kikufuku, are you ready?”

“I am ready.” The maid pushed open the door. Satoru, Suguru and Yae have been standing outside the door. Yae is wearing a purple dress while Satoru and Suguru are in a suit. Black for Suguru and light blue for Satoru, his round sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose nicely. “We match.” I grinned.

“Of course, Kikufuku.”

“Ah. Don’t ruffle my hair. Mei-san just did it.” I covered my hair when I saw his hand inched closer.

“Sorry sorry. Let’s go, Kikufuku.”

“Okay.” We entered the limousine. Our chauffeur drives us to the party venue.

“Are you nervous?” Satoru asked.

“A little…” I nodded, it seemed he noticed I had been fidgeting.

“Don’t worry, [Name]-chan. Just relax. Nothing will happen.” Suguru smiled and reassured me.

“Even if someone does cause trouble.  I still can handle it.” Satoru remarked.

“[Name] remember your training.” Yae reminded me.

I let out a soundless ‘ah’ as I remembered my special training, ‘How to Act Like a Villainess.’ Special training designed by us to prepare myself when facing the heroine far in the future. I take a deep breath, straighten my back and set my eyes to a small glare.

“I don’t like it when you glare, Kikufuku.” A hand pinched my cheek.

“Hittai…”

“Satoru, don’t pinch her cheek.” Suguru sighed.

“Hyu promish not tho pinsh mai cheesh.” I pouted, eyes watering from the pain.

“Ah.” He released his hand. “Let me kiss it better then.” He grinned.

“Eh?” Before I could process what his word meant, I had been given a small peck on the cheek, exactly where he pinched me.

“Sa.To.Ru…” Suguru’s eyes flashed. “How dare you…”

“Don’t sweat small details.” He said nonchalantly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, right Kikufuku?”

“…” I can only nod dumbly with wide eyes. ~”~

  “…Amazing…” The party hall is so big. The hall is glittering with light and sparkle. It feels like I have stepped into another world. “Wow, Yae. This is so amazing.” My eyes sparkled.

“Really extravagant for an evening party.” Yae muttered. “Don’t wander around by yourself, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s hold hands.” I held her hand. The evening party is full of adults. Not many children aside from us attend this kind of party.

"Kikufuku, here."

"!!!" Satoru shoved something into my mouth. I blink and chew whatever he fed me. The cheesecake melts in my mouth. "Delicious."

"I know right. They have a lot of delicious sweets. Let's go, I will tell you which one to eat." He grabbed my hand.

"Okay." I nodded excitedly, completely forgetting my cousin and best friend. So, he drags along around the refreshments table, putting every kind of sweets he thought to be delicious on the plate. Right now, we are standing near a balcony, with a plate in one hand and fork in another, he is feeding me.

"How was it?"

"Delish." I exclaimed blissfully. "Satoru, you eat one too." I pushed his fork back to his mouth. "Aaaahh~"

"Aahhh." He chomped down the sweet.

"Hehehe. It's good right?" I giggled.

"It's sweeter than usual." He mumbled. "But I like it." He grinned.

"Hey! Give that boy to me!" A voice suddenly said.

I blink at the newcomer. A girl with blonde wavy hair, wearing a bright yellow dress is pointing to Satoru. Her loud voice is attracting whispers from the surrounding. I look at her and match her with the heroine's description in my mind. My mind comes to a conclusion, no she is not the heroine.

"Don't you know it's rude pointing fingers at other people?" I frowned at her. If she is not the heroine then she can't make Satoru happy.

"Wha-How rude! Do you know who I am?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hip.

"Why should I know about a lowly person without any common sense?" I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. "Do you think this is your house? Where you can just point to something and take it as your own? Or do you think you own this place and the people inside?" I stalked forward for each question.

"Hu-humph! I am the heiress of Nagakawa corp. How dare you talk back to me?!"

"Nagakawa corp? Ah, the up and rising Nagakawa enterprise. Specialized in beverages." I nodded.

"So, you do know who I am." Her stiff shoulders relaxed. "You should apologize to me right now. I might forgive you." She said arrogantly.

"Heh. Then, do you know who I am?" I glared.

"Hmph. I bet you are just some children from an upstart family."

"I am Sawada [Name]. Are you sure you want to make an enemy with the Sawada Family? Which one is the upstart family, you should know well." I smiled darkly.

"Sa-Sawada?" Her face paled.

"Sawada-sama!" An uncle ran to us. "Please forgive my daughter. She didn't mean any harm. She still didn't understand how society works. She is still a small child. Please have it in your heart to forgive her." That uncle bowed.

I look at her daughter which is obviously older than me. "She owed an apology to him." I gestured to Satoru. "How dare she treat people like some object. If you can't even educate your daughter, I don't think you are fit to manage your company." I scowled.

"I...I am sorry…" He gritted out an apology.

"I don't need your apology. I need her apology to him." I repeated. "Do you know who pointed her finger to? The heir of Gojo."

Now, it's his turn to be pale faced. "Apologize to him." He turned to his daughter.

"What? But, Papa!" She protested.

"Hurry up and apologize!"

"I….I am so..rry…" She stuttered out an apology as she glared at me hatefully.

"Kikufuku." Satoru called.

"Yes?" Another sweet is being shoved gently into my mouth.

"The sweet won't be delicious anymore if you didn't eat it quickly." He smiled. "Let's go. Suguru and Yae are over there." He escorted me to them.

"[Name], are you okay?" Yae asked, worry is very clear in her tone.

"Don't worry." I smiled. "Besides, that was a good opportunity to test my training. So, how do I look? Did I pass as villainess?" I whispered to her.

"Yep. Your expression was on point. And the tone was nice too. You did good. When you harassed the heroine you need to be like this." Yae gave me a thumbs up.

"Okay. I will work hard. Just you wait, Gojo Satoru. I will give you a happy ending with the heroine. I will bloom as a beautiful flower of evil and head straight to ruin proudly."

"Give me a happy ending with who?"

Our hearts almost leap out from our throat due to the sudden reply. "What were you talking about, Kikufuku?"

"Satoru." I looked at him seriously.

"Hm?" A smile still etched on his lips.

"I will definitely give you a happy ending (with the heroine). So, please wait until I am 18." I said. 'Because, the story starts once I am 18 years old.'

Satoru blinks before another but a bigger smile appears on his face. "Okay. I will wait for you until you are 18. It's a promise." He showed me his pinkie.

"Promise." I wrapped my smaller pinkie to him.

"Pinky swear, whoever lies will be made to swallow a thousand needles." We said the vow.

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Entry 3

 I made my first debut as a villainess in an evening party.

#jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x oc #gojo x reader #rom-com #jjk mafia au #fluffy gojo #gojo fluff #mafia gojo

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Ten: Let Me Fall (Part 3)

Wow that took forever lmao Hope u like this next part!~ also i decided to start making headers for my longer fics instead of adding other ppl’s gifs hence the header below heheh

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 4]

-Peach

Ten x Reader (feat. Yangyang & Hendery). This part’s fluff mostly. 2.5k

You watched as the morning sun slowly leaked through the walls of your tent, the hours you could have slept dwindling. You'd hardly slept at all, but how could you when you'd finally gotten your chance to spend a night with Ten? Your thoughts kept you up for hours, and you'd even gotten another orgasm out of yourself while reliving the memories of your encounter, not that you'd admit it.

You knew the boys were probably not up yet, but you couldn't lay in your tent any longer. You pulled on your sweatpants and shoes and grabbed your jacket and phone, heading out into the crisp morning air. It was so peaceful, so calm out in the woods, and you really enjoyed the clearing where you'd set up camp. The view was beautiful and you smiled to yourself as you watched the sun peek over the horizon. And though you weren't usually one for early mornings, you didn't mind them when you were out here. The fresh, cool air was exactly what you'd been needing. You thought to yourself how wonderful the weekend was going, and tried to ignore the anxiety that tried to tell you that was a sign things were bound to go wrong soon. You sighed at yourself and walked to grab a mug.

You made yourself some hot chocolate and unfolded a chair to sit on near the fire pit, settling in and grabbing your phone as a welcome distraction from your thoughts. You'd had plenty of time to be alone with them.

"Breakfast?"

"What do we even have? Like cereal?" You heard Ten and Yangyang's muffled conversation soon from their tent, and you felt a light flush wash over you when you heard Ten's voice. The door unzipped and he stepped out, rezipping it behind him. He'd already gotten dressed for the day, in boots, black sweatpants and a thick grey hoodie, his dark hair a bit tousled from sleeping.

"Hey," he greeted you casually.

You wondered how he would be greeting you if the other boys weren't there. You weren't quite sure how you should be acting around him (were you like...dating now?), but you just matched his casual energy, opting to continue as you had the day before.

"Hi." You sipped your hot chocolate and felt a warmth run through you, but you couldn't say whether it was from the drink or the blush coloring your skin. You picked up a stick and prodded at the ash and blackened logs from your fire the night before. "There's...hot chocolate..."

"Oh yeah, thanks," Ten replied, grabbing a box of cereal and coming to sit next to you. You heard Hendery's voice now too from inside the tent; now everyone was up.

Ten cleared his throat, and leaned in to talk to you as privately as you could without causing suspicion. "You know, I'm not...I don't want you to think I'm like...taking advantage of the fact you've had a crush on me," Ten said to you in a low voice only you could hear. "Or that I...only am, like...in this for sex." You turned your head to look at him and noticed his brow furrowed in concern. He met your gaze and you noticed a slight pained look in them that you didn't expect. You wondered if this had kept him up as your thoughts had done to you. If so, you could have saved him the trouble.

"I don't think that."

You really didn't. You could tell he genuinely had feelings for you too, even if it was difficult for you to believe due to your lacking self-confidence.

"Just 'cause...we've moved kinda fast, I don't want--" he shook his head as he spoke, but his words were cut off by Yangyang coming outside. You and Ten parted instinctively, and you leaned forward to keep playing with the embers at your feet.

"Morning, Y/N," Yangyang said. "Sorry for waking you up last night."

"Oh no, you're fine. I fell right back to sleep," you lied, then hid your mouth behind your hand when a yawn got away from you. You sure were lying a lot this weekend. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and looked at Ten. He had his phone in both his hands as you expected, and you figured the text must be from him.

Ten: I just wanted to say that I don't want you thinking I'm using your crush on me as leverage to get in your pants.

Your heart stuttered as you read, and you held the phone carefully so Yangyang wouldn't see as he came over to sit on your opposite side. Another message popped up below it a few seconds later.

Ten: I don't wanna fuck anything up because of sex, you know?

You locked Ten's gaze again for a split second and smiled at him, silently letting him know that you understood and that you were fine. You then relocked your phone to blacken the screen then slid it under your leg as Yangyang sat down. "So what are we doing today again?" You asked him nonchalantly.

"Hiking!" Hendery answered as he stepped out of the tent. He set his overstuffed backpack on the ground and pulled on his puffy navy blue jacket, then walked over to sit with the rest of you.

"Uh huh...so I take it you know of a trail or something? 'Cause I'm not getting lost in the woods with you," you teased, lifting your eyebrows at him.

"Thank you for that vote of confidence, Y/N." You giggled at his response and took another sip of your drink. "But yes, there's a trail, so if you get lost, that's your problem."

"And thank you for those words of comfort."

You sat around as the sun came up and planned out your day together; Yangyang wasn't crazy excited about the idea of hiking and decided to stay with your stuff while the rest of you would go.

As you got dressed in your tent, you let yourself be happy, giddy, to be in the place you were. You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. Things with Ten were going well. But what about when this weekend was over? What about when you were back home? That was always in the back of your head, and time was ticking away. Ah, anxieties. Your cue to think about something else. You pulled on your boots and grabbed your phone, zipped up your jacket, and headed back out into the crisp air.

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"This isn't a very well used trail I guess," Hendery noted, as you all looked ahead of yourselves to the barely noticeable trail through the trees. But it was marked with a sign and the ground was somewhat treaded, so you knew that there was, in fact, a trail there.

"Let's go then," Ten chuckled with a shrug, taking the lead. "Road less traveled, I suppose," you said in agreement. You and Hendery looked at each other, amused, then followed Ten. An adventure awaited, no doubt. Or a tragedy, whichever came first.

The forest was beautiful, just the right weekend to come. The leaves had changed color but not really started to fall yet, so everything was colorful and the plants were yet to be struck by the winter cold. The three of you hiked through fairly well, though sometimes you had to stop and decipher where exactly the path was, doing your best to not get lost. You watched your tents get smaller and lost in the thick of the trees, and crossed your fingers that you would see them again before dark. You talked as you walked, telling stories and laughing together. It was easy to laugh with them, especially Hendery; he could make you laugh for days.

The path traveled up a steeper hill after a bit, and the terrain became rougher, rockier, the stones covered in a vibrant green moss. It looked lovely, but you knew it held the capacity to be treacherous. Ten grabbed your hand to help you over a small stream, and you panicked a bit at the slightly intimate action, since you were not alone, but quickly remembered the action was something two friends could do. He was just being helpful, and Hendery didn't seem to think anything of it, so you didn't say anything and accepted the help, mumbling a thank you as you made it across. The three of you kept walking but you started to trail behind, doing your best to not slip, but traversing the rocks less agilely than the boys. You tried to pick up your speed to catch up with them, but your foot slid on the slick moss and your knee crashed down onto a sharp edge of a rock. "Ow! Damn it!" Just what you'd been trying so hard to avoid.

You looked up just as the boys turned around. "Oh shit, are you okay, Y/N?" Ten asked worriedly.

Your knee throbbed and your pants were dirty and damp now. You sat on the closest rock and hissed in pain as the sharpness of it hit you. You reached down to pull up your pant leg and the large scrape on your knee started to seep blood. "I guess not."

"Here, wait, I got you!" Hendery called, bounding down the hill past Ten, heavy backpack bouncing behind him. Finally a use for all that. He pulled his backpack off and dug through it, and you and Ten stood, waiting. Hendery muttered to himself, pulling things out and putting things back. "Oh no," he suddenly said, looking up with an embarrassed expression.

"What?"

"I...think I left the first aid kit in the car..."

"You've been carrying all that shit and there's no first aid kit in there??" Ten asked incredulously. "What the hell is in there?"

"Everything else!" Hendery argued back, defensive. "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll go get it! Just stay right here!" He left his open bag on the ground, some items strewn about, and started to run down the hill.

Ten reached down and plucked a set of keys off the ground that jingled in his hand. "Hey don't forget the car keys, moron!" He threw the keys to Hendery and turned back to you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"And please don't run!" You yelled to him. If he got hurt, you'd both be SOL.

Ten sighed and sat down next to you, patting your leg just above where you'd gotten injured. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," you replied honestly. It wasn't that bad and the pain was starting to subside already. Just a bad scrape that would probably bruise tomorrow and possibly leave a light scar.

"That's good." Ten kissed your cheek quickly, the small, sweet act catching you off guard and making your heart flutter.

"So...earlier..." You started, not really sure what you wanted to say, but deciding to figure it out as you spoke.

"Mhm."

"You said...that you didn't want to fuck things up because of sex."

"Right," he acknowledged, nodding.

You figured more sex was inevitable (at least you wanted it to be), so if what he said was true, you should figure out the rest of your relationship sooner rather than later. But you also didn't want to pressure him into anything so quickly. Then again, he seemed to like you about as much as you liked him, so you decided to shoot your shot. "So...should we start...dating? Do you want that?"

"Well..." He hesitated, a negative sound, and he saw the way your face started to drop as he did and hurriedly tried to correct himself. "I mean--not...it's just...I don't know if Yangyang..."

Your blood started to boil now, not at Ten, but at your brother interfering when he wasn't even there.

"...would like that very much..." Ten pursed his lips and scratched his neck, not making eye contact with you. He looked off, watching as a squirrel scurried up a tree nearby. Your voices weren't loud but still reverberated a bit through the trees, as it was still quite quiet save for a bird call or twig snap here or there.

"Well Yangyang isn't in charge of my relationships," you snapped, a little aggressively.

"I know, I know," he replied defensively, getting quieter.

"Sorry. I just get so frustrated with him sometimes."

"I mean...I am his friend. So, it's like, kind of understandable that he might be mad at me."

You waved your hand dismissively as he spoke, then settled your head in your hands, your elbows rested on your thighs. "Nah, he's always like that. He just doesn't want me to date. I guess I just don't understand the overprotective brother thing."

"Well that's all the more reason he'd be mad. Like, if he doesn't want you to date anyone, then he'd be really against you dating one of his friends." You pouted as he spoke, as you knew he was right. "But I also kinda don't care what he thinks." You heard the faint smile in Ten's voice and turned to look at him, seeing a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he twirled a leaf between two ring adorned fingers.

"So...what then?"

"How about...we figure things out when we get back home? Then we can like actually sit down and talk, you know? We don't have to say anything to Yangyang or Hendery or anyone else yet. Is that okay?"

"Yeah I'm good with that."

"Well that settles that, I guess," Ten said, leaning forward, smiling lips brushing yours lightly. "For now."

"Mmm..." You pressed your lips to his briefly, the butterflies within you all aflutter now. You parted slightly, both of you just smiling and enjoying the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned in again, kissing you so sweetly, your mind spun. You kept kissing Ten while you had the chance, not wanting to pull away and unsure of when you'd have another opportunity. He was warm and comforting, his lips incredibly soft and inviting. It had only been about twelve hours since you'd last kissed him, but you'd already found yourself missing it, which wasn't something you'd really experienced before. His thumb rubbed comfortingly on your thigh, effectively helping to ease the pain that you'd nearly forgotten about. Your left hand held his face and your right twisted in the fabric of his hoodie, wanting to pull him in closer. It was easy to ignore the pain in your knee. It was easy to ignore...everything. Which you soon found out.

"Whoooaa...kay." Hendery's voice, suddenly behind you, rang through your ears and sent a searing heat of surprise and panic through your body. You hadn't even heard him coming. You and Ten pushed away from each other in a flash and whipped your gazes to Hendery's. He had seen everything.

Ah, shit.

#i changed where this was going like 5 times n still dont know where it's going from here so!! #ten smut #ten fluff #wayv smut #wayv fluff #nct smut #nct fluff #mine #ten x reader #kpop scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct scenarios #lmf

[illneverrecover]

the sweetest thing (M) | myg

➛pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ➛genre: florist!Yoongi, baker!Reader, florist AU, baker AU, enemies to lovers, humor, smut. ➛word count: 4799 ➛rating: M ➛warnings: not too many, this is pretty sweet & soft. Heavy petting, cursing, making out, neck kissing, biting/marking, icing used in a dirty manner, implied sex, mild dirty talk, bad puns, witty banter. ➛summary: Min Yoongi was sure you moved in next door to his floral shop just to ruin him and his business. But when he needs your help, he realizes that it’s much sweeter working together then apart. ➛notes: Hehehe. My sweet little angel bb Paril requested some florist shop Yoongi E2L with baker reader, and I just had to oblige. I love writing Yoongi, he truly just is perfect for me to channel sass and sarcasm and a bit of sweetness. Thank you for commissioning me @serensama​ (and the kind bank of @quinnkook​), I hope you enjoy this and that it’s what you were looking for! I love you tons and I’m proud to be your soulmate. 🖤 ➛song: People - AGUST D for the sweet fluff  & Poison - GOT7  for the dirty dirty.

“She’s doing this on purpose.”

“No she isn’t, hyung. That doesn’t make sense.” Namjoon picks up a rose, twirling it in inspection. “Does she even know you exist?”

Yoongi scoffs then, eyes darting from the arrangement in front of him to glare at Namjoon. “Of course she knows I exist. Our shops share a wall.”

Instead of replying, Namjoon rolls his eyes before refocusing, carefully watching the stem as his hand slides the knife down it to remove any thorns. Yoongi accepts his silence as defeat, puffing his chest. “So, like I was saying - she’s doing this on purpose, and she’s going to bleed me dry.”

The door swings open then, Hoseok and Jungkook both moving to the workstations with arms full of supplies, the latter’s eyes wide as he picks up on the conversation.

“Wait! Are you talking about Y/N noona?”

“Yes, and how she’s killing business-”

“Isn’t she just the coolest?!” Jungkook interrupts, beaming over at Yoongi. “Have you seen the designs for her flower cookies? And how she’s selling twelve of them in a pack and calling them ‘coo-quets’? Get it? Like instead of-”

“Bouquets, yes Jungkook, I get the pun.” Yoongi mutters dryly, setting the finished arrangement in it’s vase and sliding it to the side. Hoseok is laughing, so hard in fact that he misses Yoongi picking up a roll of tape until it beams him in the head.

“Hey! What was that for!” rubbing his crown, he glares at the florist before reluctantly picking up the tape, fixing the customer label to the side of the vase before moving it over to the fridge. “Don’t be violent with me just because you have the hots for the pretty baker next door.”

Yoongi sputters, hand slapping the top of the table. “I do not have the hots for-”

“Yeah yeah, we know, you definitely aren’t into Y/N, at all,” Namjoon deadpans, reaching into the box for his next rose to dethorn. “You don’t find her attractive, you didn’t stalk her and pretend to be a customer just so you could see inside her business, absolutely nothing to see here.”

“Your sarcasm is noted and also not appreciated,” Yoongi sniffs, before turning away from the taller man all together. “All I’m saying is, ever since she moved into that building, she’s caused issues. And now this is how she decides to promote for the Spring Blossom festival? It feels like an attack.”

“But hyung, it’s called the ‘Spring Blossom Festival’, I think leaning towards flowers would be kind of an obvious choice, right?” Jungkook prompts, head tilting in naive innocence. 

Yoongi sighs heavily, head dropping to his chest, and wonders not for the first time why he thought hiring his friends to work with him was a good idea. 

Maybe Jungkook had a point; maybe they all did. But that wasn’t enough to convince Yoongi that your motives were all sincere in nature. He was telling the truth when he said that ever since you had moved in next door, things had gone haywire for his small, locally loved floral shop. 

He had only been in the space for about a year, but the street it was on had picked up in popularity with a new pub and restaurant concept on the corner, and a local farmers market moving in on the weekends. Quickly, his little business grew, people coming to him when seeking unique arrangements that were both beautiful and affordable. As demand increased, so did the need to hire more hands, and his friends had been enthusiastic to join his payroll. 

For the most part, things had been smooth sailing.Training the others had been relatively easy, and what shortcomings they had, he was able to find a new strength they each brought to the business. He was comfortable, thriving, going to bed with a full belly and fat wallet, and it’s all he could ask for.

Until you.

Yoongi didn’t even see you until after you had already bought and renovated the building next door, the sign for your bakery going up and accenting the coral pink of the painted brick perfectly. He had thought it was cute; how bright and cheery your shop looked, how you were always dressed in flattering sundresses and heels, despite spending your days in a kitchen baking. He walked past your place daily to get to his own, and had found himself curious about what you were like, how good your food was, how successful you’d be.

He figured the aesthetic alone would bring in some customers, if not the increased foot traffic the farmers market brought in, and he wasn’t wrong. Your soft opening had gone well, a small line forming outside the building to Yoongi’s amusement. Word of mouth worked like a charm in your neighborhood, and a steady flow of regulars would greet him on his trek into work each morning at sunrise as they awaited their breakfast pastry and hot cup of coffee.

While this was great for you, it wasn’t so good for him. Your customers would always line up in the direction where they would block his window, meaning people walking by couldn’t get a glimpse at the creations he had displayed in the windows. Not to mention the littering - flurries of light brown napkins with your logo stamped in the middle usually lining the street in front of the shops, seemingly taunting him.

And then, the festival came. The Spring Blossom Festival, to be exact. 

It was clever, he’d admit that much. The word play of ‘cookie’ and ‘bouquet’, the different color options of the edible flowers painstakingly drawn onto perfectly baked sugar cookies. You had really put thought and effort into the design, and he wasn’t surprised that it seemed to be a hit, dominating the first several days of the festival.

But that didn’t mean he liked it.

He watched helplessly as his sales dipped, as customers that would’ve wanted the real thing instead switched it up for prettily decorated consumable flowers, all cooing and preening over the treats in their matching boxes.

Yoongi had to retaliate. What else was there for him to do?

After watching you hang neon pink flyers up around the street, he had made some as well, deciding he’d place them conveniently directly over your own. Matching the paper to yours had been Namjoon's suggestion, and Yoongi had thought it was genius. That seemed to bring in a few more customers, but the lull still remained, his till and bank account making it painfully apparent.

It had been Jungkook's idea to photo bomb some of your promotional pictures when he spotted you posing in front of the shop, pristine desserts in hand and a floral dress on to match. Yoongi had shook his head but ultimately agreed, handing him one of his best designed bouquets and nudging him towards your bakery. Trying to make it look natural, he strolled back and forth in the background, making sure the flowers in his hand were always towards the camera, that he looked as if he was enjoying the festival as a patron. After about the fifth pass through, the boxy lipped young man taking your pictures had scowled, shouting after him to get out of the way. You had laughed, invited Jungkook to talk with you, even posted one of the pictures with him in it on your Instagram like it hadn’t phased you at all.

Now, here he was with only two more days left of the festival - a time that he should be making double - and with nothing more to show for it. Pre-made and custom bouquets lined the shop windows, hoping to entice anyone passing by, but most remained untouched and without a home to go to.

He was desperate.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Hoseok interjects, an eyebrow raised. "Maybe you can explain what's happening, see if she'd be willing to help out or team up or something."

Scoffing loudly, Yoongi kicks at the ground. "Team up? You think I want to team up with her? This is a serious business I run here, you know."

Hoseok gives Namjoon a passing glance over the blonde's head, not that he notices, too stuck inside his thoughts. It's Jungkook's loud voice that breaks the silence once more.

"Y/N noona is really nice, you know. And her cookies are so yummy, I bet she would love to help us!"

"You've tried her cookies, Jungkook?!" Yoongi’s voice raises, incredulous. "This is a sudden yet inevitable betrayal, you know. It really be your own friends."

"Seriously, Yoongi. You think she's cute anyway. Might as well go over under the pretense of business and at least see if you can score her number." Namjoon deadpanned, dropping his knife and making sure to show him every ounce of pleading desperation on his face.

Yoongi ponders for a beat or two, pretending to mull it over all the while recognizing that it couldn't hurt anything to go chat with his new neighbor, introduce himself. Who knows, maybe there was a deal to be made?

You thought he was so cute, the grumpy little florist next door.

His mouth was perpetually in a pout, bottom lip upturned enough that it made him look like he was always inspecting, always exasperated. His eyes were sharp, but not in a judgmental way - more like in the way where you knew nothing went past his scrutinizing gaze, and they were offset by the soft white blonde of his hair, in the refined silver hoops that lined his ears. 

Your neighbor Yoongi was a walking contradiction, and you couldn’t help but to be charmed by him.

You had heard rumors about him, heard people's worries of you moving into the building next to his very popular floral shop, but you didn't pay them any mind. You had yet to meet someone that you couldn't make a friend, and if he was impervious to your charms, he definitely wouldn't be able to deny your best coworker, Taehyung, and his infectious personality.

But despite your attempts, you always seemed to miss him, unable to properly introduce yourself when he bustled by during the morning rush, or when you were cleaning up shop. It didn't stop you from observing, from watching the way he eyed your building, the way he'd upturn his lip at the line forming outside the door at daybreak.

He seemed so easily ruffled, so annoyed but in this endearing way, and you couldn't help but want to get to know him, to see if you could get him to open up.

Especially once he started his attempts at sabotage.

They had been subtle at first - the flyer trick something you wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been for Jin, who made sure to check and replace any torn advertisements at the end of each day. The designs had looked so similar that you didn't even double take until the elder had pointed out the word change, how the name of Yoongi's business adorned the top of the page. Jin's eyes were ablaze, but you had just laughed, instructing him to leave the ones he found alone.

But it made you more curious, further intrigued by your flower selling neighbor who took such lengths to garner business, and you couldn't help but want to see what he did next.

It had been Taehyung that grumbled about some tall dark haired boy ruining all your promotional shots, though he had smirked the whole time he showed you the images you ended up with. You recognized that he was a worker at the florist next door almost immediately, the immaculate arrangement he carried carefully in his hands striking your intuition further.

Finally, Taehyung had shouted at him, and you called the boy over to introduce himself despite his red cheeks and ducking gaze. You learned his name was Jungkook and that he was indeed a coworker and friend of Yoongi’s, and that he was just trying to help, though he wouldn't go into much more detail after that. You had chatted with him briefly, offering him a cookie for his troubles, and promised him that you weren’t mad about his attempts at photobombing.

And you were telling the truth - you really couldn't be annoyed at these attempts to thwart your advertising, instead laughing at each new picture, making sure you picked one where the bouquet was clearly visible behind you as you held an open box of 'coo-quets'.

It isn't hatred, you don't think, that drives your neighbor to do this, but you aren't quite sure where to go from here. He still hadn't introduced himself, and with how busy things were during the festival, you hadn't found the time to do the same either, working long hours to keep afloat with your orders and walk-ins. You wanted to ask him why he was so annoyed with you, what he had against your little bakery, but you told yourself there would be time for that later when the heat died down.

Not to mention, Taehyung had been chomping at the bit for an excuse to go introduce himself.

"Y/N," he whined, dragging the last syllable of your name out into an obnoxious tune. "I just want to go make friends! Why won't you let me?"

"Because someone needs to run the register for these customers, Tae. Jin and I are elbow deep in cookie dough, and Jimin can't run both sides of the counter himself."

The tall man sulks, bottom lip jutting out as his caramel hair flops into his face. "You have a point, I guess. But once the festival is done, I'm going to go introduce myself and invite them over for coffee."

You smile at him then, eyeing him from the corner of your vision as your hands continue to delicately trace colored icing on the cookies in front of you. "That sounds like a deal, Tae."

"Oh! Me too though!" Jimin shouts, turning from the counter to glance into the kitchen of your shop. Normally you'd have the doors to the kitchen closed, but with the day about to start, it made it easier to prop them open while you ran back and forth between the two stations. "I want to go say hi too. They look like really cool guys!"

I'd have to agree, you thought to yourself, picturing the sharp eyed man in your mind, but you stay silent.

To say you were startled when you heard a knock at the back door would be an understatement, even more so when you saw who it was - Yoongi, the pouting florist, blonde hair flopped into his face. He was wearing a fluffy white sweater, a dark green apron tied around his neck and waist, and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, like he had been prepping for hours - much like you.

With a single look, you shooed the other men out of the kitchen to the front, opening the door to your guest.

"Well hey! You must be Yoongi, I'm-"

"Y/N."

"Oh, I didn't know you knew who I was!" you smile warmly, gesturing for him to step into the kitchen.

"Well, I had seen you move in, of course. Plus, Jungkook hasn't shut up since he met you," he mutters, shaking his hair out of his face as he took several steps inside. "He's like a stray cat, you know. Once you feed him, he's your friend for life."

That made you laugh, a hand rising to cover your mouth, and you couldn’t help the smirk that follows. "Well, he was too cute not to feed. Is that why you're here? Are you another stray who would like to be fed?"

Yoongi’s cheeks flush then, a dusty red that you think would look perfect in the petals of a rose, and you promise yourself to try to recreate it in frosting later.

“Ha, that’s funny,” he clears his throat, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. “Actually, I was coming to talk to you to see if we could make an arrangement, you know - as one business owner to another.”

“Is that so?” you raise a brow, hands resting at your hips. “And what kind of deal would that be?”

You're surprised at how honest Yoongi is when he explains his situation, lays his hardships bare before you right there in the stuffy heat of your kitchen. He does manage to at least look a little embarrassed when he admits what he did in order to ramp up business, and you can’t stop your heart from softening as he finishes his request, wringing his hands as he looks at you expectantly. 

“So, what you’re saying is - you want to work together, make something that the festival goers will love but will help both of our shops - is that right?”

He stands tall then, shoulders rolling back as his gaze pierces through your own. “That’s right. Think of it as a ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine’ type of deal.”

“Is this another cat analogy?”

Yoongi groans, and you giggle at the roll of his eyes. 

“I already regret this.”

Stepping closer, you peer up at the florist, watching the way his eyes widen at your proximity. “No, you don’t. And technically I think I’m doing all the scratching here, but that’s okay. I think we could make a good team, Min Yoongi.”

The event is crowded, more so than Yoongi could have ever imagined.

The tables he and you had placed in front of both buildings were stuffed with goods, the heads of your coworkers ducking back inside each entrance to refill them when they got low. Customers were milling about; some taking in the offerings, others lining up in wait to purchase, and the sheer number of people had Yoongi grinning widely.

It was your idea, of course - to offer up a half dozen flowers with a half dozen of cookies, the perfect set. That isn’t to say Yoongi didn’t help; the concept of decorating the tables and dressing formally to stand out being his own, as well as offering to match the flowers and cookies to each other. The red roses and pair set cookies were flying off the shelves fast, but so were the purple calla lilies and pink tulips, which made him smile. 

You had been more enthusiastic with the plan, gladly altering the designs of your ‘coo-quets’ to match, and it was clearly a smash hit. Yoongi thought back to how easily it had been to talk to you, to be honest, to spill his guts - how quickly you were willing to help, how natural it had been to form a plan, to laugh with you, and he felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.

Yoongi was thrilled with the sales and popularity, of course, but found himself distracted despite the success. He was happy to see his employees grinning and getting along with your own, glad to see the till fill knowing that he’d be able to pay everyone on time, but more than anything, he was ecstatic to see you smile, to see you shine in the sunset pink summer dress that was brushing the tops of your knees.

He himself had donned some light grey dress pants with a white button down, the sleeves carefully rolled to expose his forearms, jacket long forgotten in the heat of the outdoors. You had beamed at him when he first arrived, nodding approvingly at his attire, and he couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his heart at your approval.

And now as the day wore on, every time his elbow knocked into yours, your bodies stepping and swaying as you worked, Yoongi felt a heat build; a sizzling lick of electricity that was sparking between the two of you that he couldn’t ignore.

“You know,” he leans in, mouth inches from your ear as you grin widely at a customer. “I think we do make a pretty good team, Y/N.”

He relishes in the way your skin warms, in the way he watches your cheeks blush so prettily at his words, and feels hopefulness tighten his chest. 

“We do, Min Yoongi, especially now that you aren’t actively trying to ruin me.” You grit between frozen teeth, your smile unwavering until the patron is out of hearing range. 

“Hey, I didn’t try to ruin anything-”

“Okay, how about ‘mildly inconvenience’ then?”

Chuckling, he raises an arm to rub at the back of his neck, and you follow the lines in his arm as he does so, watching the rippling of muscles beneath the cuff of his rolled up sleeve with interest. 

“I guess that’s fair.”

It was amazing how well things turned out, how fast the day had blown by. Jin had slaved away in the kitchen making sure that there were enough baked goods for everyone, Jimin and Taehyung teaming up with Jungkook and Hoseok from the florist shop to run items back and forth and greet customers. 

But it was Yoongi who had stolen the air from your lungs and any sense you had left rattling in your head. 

You could see now why his business had flourished before you arrived, why the customers continued to return to him when they needed their next arrangement. He was such a good and intent listener, his eyes sharp and focused on whomever was speaking to him. Even in the case of the event, where the flowers were pre-arranged, he still listened, shook and held the hand of each buyer as they spoke, fawning over his flowers. 

It was evident he was passionate about his business, which made the fact that he had been willing to do whatever it took - including partnering up with you - even more admirable.

 The sun was going down by the time things seemed to slow, your hands aching from the intricate icing work and feet throbbing from running around in heels. It seemed that everyone had satisfied smiles of hard work etched on their faces, and pleasant adoration inflated your gut at the sight, especially when you landed on Yoongi. 

The edges of his mouth had finally relaxed, his eyes creasing into half moons more and more as he laughed, stress leaving his body. It was a beautiful sight, if you could admit such a thing.

When the final customer waved goodbye, heading down to the main street for the firework finale of the festival, you left the giddy boys out front to begin cleaning, bones aching at the prospect of all the dishes that needed to be done, but not wanting to drag out the pain any longer than necessary.

“Need some help?” Yoongi was posed in the doorway, arm pressing against the jam, one leg crossed over the other, as if it was normal for him to be effortlessly handsome in sweaty bakery kitchens.

“That would be great,” you smirk, tilting your head. “I wash, you dry?”

And so that’s how you find yourself alone with Yoongi, sweat dotting his hairline as he gives you side glances and small talk over drying mixing bowls. You talk about everything and nothing, conversation flowing freely, and you feel drunk on his proximity, on the way he talks with his hands, the way his voice pitches when he laughs. His white button down is transparent in the spots where water had hit, and even the hint of a peak of his skin made you feel a bit dizzy. 

“Thank you for helping me with all of this, by the way. It would have taken hours to do by myself.”

“It’s no big deal. Plus, I’m sure one of those guys out there would’ve came back if you batted your lashes,” he leers, nodding to indicate the young men of both businesses that were currently playing around out front. “Especially Jungkook. He’s been all ‘Y/N noona this, Y/N noona that’ ever since he met you.”

Handing him a dish, you look up at him through your lashes, blinking coquettishly. “Well, can you blame him? I mean, just look at me. All this and I can cook? I’m the full package.”

You were joking; a teasing lilt to your voice as you refocused on the task at hand, but you could feel the intensity of his stare heating you thoroughly, forcing you to meet his eyes once more. 

“You really are,” he murmurs, voice low but clear, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re funny and talented and so smart that it’s kind of intimidating,” he looks back at the pot in his hand, drying it thoroughly before setting it aside. “But you’re also kind hearted, and willing to listen and help those in need, even when you barely know them.”

He turns then, stepping closer until his breath is fanning across your cheek, his arms caging you to the sink as you turn to face him fully. 

“Not to mention, you’re more beautiful than any flower I’ve ever seen.”

Dropping your head to stifle the giggles, you hear him wince loudly.

“That was pretty cheesy, huh?”

Nodding, you meet his eyes once more. “It was, but I have a few baking puns that will make you cringe.”

“Hit me with one.” 

Raising on your toes, you lean into him, tentatively placing a palm on his chest. “Is that a baguette in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

His shoulders start shaking before he lets out a loud laugh, smile widening to show his teeth in a way that made your heart flip. Catching his breath, he sighs, leaning to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Wanna find out?”

Kissing Min Yoongi was a whirlwind, a focused intensity pressed in a powerful dance of his mouth on yours. Your lips answered in kind effortlessly, needing no prompting to follow his lead, to pull his bottom lip between your teeth. Electricity sparks at the base of your skull with each touch of his pout, each lick of his tongue into your mouth, and you feel your knees threaten to give out as he cradles your jaw in his hand, holding you in place.

You aren’t sure when your hands had tangled in his hair, or when he had lifted you to straddle his waist, but you found yourself moving, his body twisting to place you on the cool metal surface of your work space. Hissing as the chill bit into your bare legs, you seek the warmth of his mouth harder, legs wrapping around his form to tug him closer to you, to grind your center against him. 

He’s hard, impossibly hard, and he’s whispering all the things he wants to do to you in the shell of your ear, promising all the things he’ll make you feel with his tongue, his cock. You pull him back to your mouth, kissing him deeper, gasping when he dips his finger in the open icing container on the table, dragging it from the edge of your lips down to your chest.

He trails down your throat, sucking and nipping a marked path to your collarbone, licking the frosting off as he goes -  as if it was the sweetest thing - until he reaches your breasts, cupping them. As you pant out groans of his name, you can’t help but think you’re glad that it’s Yoongi who’s hiking your dress up around your waist, that he is the first man to help you defile your quaint bakery’s kitchen, filling it with moans.

It isn’t until you stumble out just shy of an hour later hand in hand with Yoongi, smelling of sex with mussed hair and lips swollen, that you remember your coworkers - and that little window that shows the spacious floor plan of said kitchen. 

Taehyung is shaking his head, tsking quietly with his arm draped around Jungkook. “Shame on you, Y/N. Poor Kookie here was just trying to bring the tables inside to be helpful, and instead he got traumatized.”

Namjoon scoffs then, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t realize ‘getting a boner’ was now considered trauma.”

“Hey!” Jungkook yells, eyes darting between you and Yoongi. “You said you wouldn’t tell!”

Cheeks flushing, you stifle a giggle once more, looking over to the blonde man whose fingers were still intertwined tightly with your own. Instead of embarrassment, or concern, you just feel a giddy flush of joy as you lean into him.

Yoongi sighs, exasperated, free palm rising to rub at the back of his neck. “Remind me again why I don’t fire them?”

“Because you love them. And, they work for cheap.”

Chuckling, he turns towards you, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “I always knew I liked you.”

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[jinkicake]

Now or Never

Ushijima and his deadpan reactions are going to be the death of you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @dontfuckwpigeons !!! I hope you like it!!! Omg I accidentally posted this earlier while I was trying to save it,, sorry for anyone who saw the rough draft of this.... this is humiliating. Umm, yeah this is another reader and Oikawa friendship pairing with a sprinkle of Iwaoi because you know...  If I had to choose a best friend from the haikyuu clowns it would be Oikawa. This is kinda like a college au, heheh >:-)

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

WC- 1,476

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“Every fucking time I dress up for him, you know what he says to me?” You snap as you continue to furiously stir your drink. Oikawa simply glances up at you from behind his sunglasses, his hangover still railing him. “Looks good.” You purposely lower your voice to try and match Ushijima’s before puffing your cheeks out in relation.

“Does he still fuck you afterward?” Oikawa asks uninterestedly, drinking from his iced coffee as he palms his temples. Damn you for getting him up so early on a Sunday.

“Yes.” You scoff and Oikawa shrugs in response. “I still want a better response though, I want to know what he likes because I want to see him ‘oh’.”

“See him, ‘oh’?” The brunette tilts his head in confusion and you open your mouth like a gasp.

“Oh,” You explain and point to your face, Oikawa simply blinks.

“Oh? Oh.” He nods in understanding and you down your drink in one go. “Here’s an idea (Y/N), why don’t you just ask him how he feels about your little outfits?” Oikawa’s nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought of Ushijima’s ‘oh’.

“I want to catch him off gaurd Tooru! I want that seductive power!” You slam your fist onto the table and Oikawa lets out a groan, the loud noise catching him by surprise. “I am going to tell you every reaction he had for the last four ‘outfits’ I bought him.” You bend your index and middle finger as you quote the word outfit.

“Where do you have the money for this shit?” Oikawa throws back and you shrug innocently. “I swear if you skip buying meals and shit for this-“

“I would never!” You scoff and Oikawa simply raises a brow at you. “Anyway! There I was in the cutest baby pink bodysuit and I walk into his bedroom and Ushijima glances at me. That’s it, he looks at me and tilts his head like a stupid little puppy and simply blinks. I can’t even be mad at him because he is so cute!”

Throughout your entire rant Oikawa simply stares up at the ceiling, mentally trying to figure out how you got him to leave his beautiful bed to talk about Ushijima. Oikawa has to refrain from making a face. The setter comes to the conclusion that the world hates him, that is why this is happening to him.

“And then I tried a black bustier with lace and thigh highs and he didn’t say anything again! He still had that neutral unbreaking expression on his face, though he did fuck me into next week like he genuinely rearranged my guts-“

Oikawa starts tuning you out again and instead focuses on his drink as he tries to picture the outfits you’re talking about. How is he supposed to know what a bustier is? Would Iwaizumi like it if he wore something like that? Oikawa knows he would very much like it if his boyfriend wore something like that, it would definitely complement his power bottom nights-

“The last outfit I tried was a corset, I mean I also wore a thong one time for him but does that even count? And guess what reaction I got?”

Oikawa gasps in fake interest.

“The same expression he always has on?” He asks and you nod your head.

“Yes! Does he think I’m trying too hard, oh what if Ushijima doesn’t like it and doesn’t have the heart to tell me?” You continue to worry out loud, mostly to yourself, and Oikawa glances out the coffee shop window.

The springtime really is pretty especially with the cherry blossoms. Maybe he should force Matsukawa to go hiking or go explore a waterfall or something. What is Matsukawa even doing this week, studying for his midterms? Lame, Oikawa notes that out of all of his friends, you’re the only one who will go drinking with him on Tuesday until you’re both puking in his bathroom.

A strong, beautiful friendship.

“Is he going to break up with me? What if he-“

“(Y/N).” Oikawa finally has enough, he grabs your hands in his and squeezes them hard. “Ushijima is not going to break up with you. You really shouldn’t be worrying this much and if it really bothers you, you need to tell him!” Oikawa scolds, not before he nearly gags on Ushijima’s name.

“Clearly, he really likes what you are wearing even if he doesn’t say it. Judging by your, you know,” He points at your neck with a grimace on his face, you didn’t even bother to cover anything up. You nervously pick at the collar of the hoodie you have on, bringing it up to your chin. “He probably just has a different love language. You and I need words and our significant others simply don’t have the words. It’s okay!”

“You’re right, Tooru!” You gush and Oikawa flips his hair.

“As I always am,”

“I am going to go buy another outfit! And if he doesn’t say anything then I will force him to!” You stand up from your chair and Oikawa swirls his drink in his hand.

“Not what I really said but the thought is there,” He mutters into his straw and you stare at him like you are waiting for him to follow you.

“Do you want to come with me?” At your question, Oikawa stares at you in confusion. To put it simply, hell no.

No, Oikawa doesn’t want to ruin his Sunday by going shopping for Ushiwaka. He simply refuses, he won’t. However, as he continues to stare at you, he figures he would be able to get dinner out of it.

“Sure, you’re buying me food though.” He subtly drops and stands up from his chair, you grab his wrist and proceed to drag him out of the coffee shop.

“I will gladly feed you, Tooru!”

~

Okay, you can do it, you can do it. You stare at yourself in the mirror hanging in Ushijima’s bathroom, the neutral color of the outfit compliments your skin gorgeously. The sheer material falls gracefully over your shoulders, falling like a robe, and this you know will get him. You glance away from the mirror because you know if you stare for too long you will psych yourself out.

Instead, you swallow all your nerves and roll your shoulders back confidently.

Now or never.

You push open the bathroom door and walk into the living room, already knowing that Ushijima is sitting comfortably on the couch. He doesn’t glance up when you walk in, obviously, your arrival wasn’t loud enough.

“Wakatoshi~” You coo and walk up to him, you stand at the edge of the couch and Ushijima slow looks up at you. His eyes run all over your body before landing on your face, your breath hitches when you notice his lips parted slightly agape. “Do you like it?” You ask, your excitement getting the best of you.

“Yes,” Ushijima tells you and that is all he says. You place your hands on his shoulders and blink at him.

“That’s all you have to say?” You press and narrow your eyes, Ushijima simply nods.

Much to his surprise, you push him back against the couch. You sit down directly onto his lap and keep your palms flat against his chest to hold him against the piece of furniture. Ushijima could easily get up, easily sit up even with you on top of him but he lets you continue instead.

“You don’t like it.” You state sadly and Ushijima shakes his head.

“No, I do like it. I love everything you wear.” He compliments and runs his large hands up and down your sides, his pants growing tight at the feeling of the material under his palms.

“Why don’t you ever say that then?” Your insecurity gets the best of you and you are unable to look at him anymore. Ushijima notices your pout with a heavy heart.

“I do not want you to feel as if you have to dress up for me,” Ushijima confesses and you snap your eyes back to him, he continues to stare at your outfit. “I want you to dress up because you want to, not for me.”

Deep in your mind, you can hear Oikawa screaming at you from across the city. His ‘I told you so’ rings loudly in your ears. You push those thoughts to the back of your head and instead stare down at Ushijima with a soft smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” You apologize and gently cup his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“I should have said more, I apologize.” Ushijima sighs deeply with regret and you lean forward to press your chest to his.

“You can make it up to me,” The flirtatious response cheekily leaves your lips and Ushijima can’t take his eyes off of your smirk.

“Yeah?” He breathes and you ghost your lips over his.

“Yeah."

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