#just don't ask me what this AU is I just needed a hot man bartender

[tsunael]

People come and they go, Some people may stay with you though.

⎯⎯⎯ ✦ my half of the collab with 🥂@sileniadream

#FINALLY!!!! sorry it took so long!! #thank you for letting me borrow your blorborino she's sooo pretty 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #just don't ask me what this AU is I just needed a hot man bartender #gpose #sileniadream #au ra #ffxiv #miqo'te

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 29 - fancy

Cowboy James au 🤠

1012 words 🙈

This will be a multi-part :)

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"Now, I demand that—"

"Whoa there, fancy-pants, what seems t’ be the trouble?" James drawled, placing a hand on the fuming man's chest. He was small, slight, with a head of perfect dark curls and silver eyes, and he shot James a withering look.

"This doesn't concern you." The man snapped, eyeing James before returning to the bartender. "I swear to god, if you don't give it right now, I will knock your fucking lights out—"

"Okay, okay." James intervened again, despite the man's dismissal. Or maybe because of it.

"Now, th’rs no need t’ talk t’ mah friend like that."

The smaller man glared at him.

"Your friend just so happens to be my brother. Who has taken away my fucking phone, because he's a dick." The man spat, directing a glare towards Sirius.

"Well, tha’s not very nice." James admonished, giving him a little pout.

"And who exactly are you?" The man asked James, turning to properly face him, an expression of annoyance and disdain on his face. Here, Sirius cut in.

"Regulus, this is James. My friend. James, this is Regulus, my menace of a little brother." Sirius introduced.

"Regulus." James repeated, grinning, and stuck out a hand. "Lovely t’ meet ya."

"Can't say the same for you, given you're so nosy." Regulus sniffed, but shook his hand anyway. James squeezed his hand a little, then let go.

"Well, since ah’m so nosy, ah’m gonna ask why exactly Sirius took your phone. Cuz ah gotta feelin' he might have a good reason." Regulus opened his mouth to protest, but Sirius cut him off.

"He won't stop texting an arsehole who broke his heart and stole his job." James's eyebrows raised.

"Well that just won' do." He frowned, looking down at Regulus. "Why're you still textin' ‘im ?"

Regulus looked, for just a moment, vulnerable. Then, he put his chin up, and a mask with it.

"He has a really big cock." He replied, granting James and Sirius a sharp, self-satisfied grin. Sirius rolled his eyes, and James laughed.

"Good to know whatcha like, sugar." James murmured, and Regulus's eyes widened minutely. Sirius, luckily, had been distracted by another customer, and hadn't heard James's remark.

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James had left the bar only a few minutes after they'd met, needing to help out a friend with something. He promised he'd be back later, and Regulus was anticipating it more than he'd like.

"How come you didn't tell me you'd befriended a tall, smooth, hot-as-fuck cowboy??" Regulus asked Sirius, tone incredulous and annoyed.

"Because I knew you'd jump him, and I didn't want him to be your rebound." Sirius answered, giving him a pointed look.

"Oh, please." Regulus scoffed, downing his shot. "That man doesn't seem like he'd be at all phased by a little rebound." Sirius frowned at him.

"He may seem like a confident, smooth-talking cowboy, but he's also quite kind. Considerate. I don't want you breaking him." Sirius answered, and Regulus scowled.

"In case you don't recall, my last relationship ended with me breaking down sobbing in your arms and sleeping on your couch for a month." Regulus said pointedly.

"I do, thank you. But I also remember how you ended it with Will, who was really decent. Bloke texted me for  weeks asking why you'd done it like that. You fucked him up, Reg."

"He's fine. His fragile masculinity will survive." Regulus waved it off, playing with his glass. "But come on, Sirius, did you see James?? He's exactly my type. I mean, the curls, the eyes, and, lord, those thighs in tight fucking jeans? Send me straight to hell because I. Want. To. Sin." Regulus groaned, pleading to Sirius.

"No." His brother replied shortly, before going to tend to another customer.

*

It was only two hours later when James returned to the bar, but now the place was bustling, as it was 8:30. Music was booming throughout the place, full of happily buzzed people dancing around and on one another. Regulus was sat at the bar, glowering at his phone still in Sirius's back pocket. He didn't even care about Barty anymore, he was just bored. Or so he told himself.

"Hey there, fancy-pants." A voice rumbled in his ear, and Regulus startled. Then, he turned, meeting warm hazel eyes.

"Well hello, nosy." Regulus replied, fondly. He was pleasantly tipsy, just on the edge of drunk, his usual wall-like inhibitions lowered. James flashed him a pleased smile.

"Sirius still got your phone?" James asked, glancing at the busy bartender.

"Yes, the cunt." Regulus groused, his tongue also even sharper when he was tipsy.

"Y'know, fer such a pretty thing, y’ve got a filthy mouth." James commented, but it wasn't an admonishment. A wicked smile played his lips as he said it.

"Yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Morality?" Regular sneered, taking another sip of his drink.

"Ah’m gonna ask you to dance, sugar." James replied, and a pleasant shiver went through Regulus's body at the nickname.

"Sorry, but I don't dance." Regulus hummed, partly to make it harder for the man and partly because he really wasn't too confident in his dance moves.

"Mmm, ah think you do. Jus' has to be with the right person." James smirked. Regulus gave him an amused look.

"And you think that's you, do you?" He asked, swirling his drink around his glass.

“Ah think that you really want that phone back, and if y’ dance with me, I’ll get it for you." James rumbled, and Regulus's eyebrows raised.

"Is that so?"

"Yes sir." James grinned, and Regulus shivered again.

"How will you get it?" He asked, wondering how far he could push this man.

"D'you see him? His attention's on nothin' but the customer's drinks. Ah could easily tell him ah’m slippin' out, pat him on the back, and swipe your phone. He prob'ly wouldn't even hear me." James drawled, and Regulus looked at him contemplatively.

"Okay." He sighed, pulling himself away from the bar. "I'll dance with you."

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Next part

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #cowboy james Potter #jegulus microfic #Sirius bartends in America #i couldn’t not do this #posh Regulus black #black brothers #james x regulus #sunseeker #starchaser

[fayes-fics]

Okay - Kinktober Request!

Anthony + Modern + Anonymous Sex

This could range from vanilla to completely unhinged lol. Do your worst, darling.

Kinktober: Anthony + Anonymous / Intercrural Sex

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Paring: Anthony Bridgeton x fem!reader, modern AU

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, anonymous sex with a stranger, non-penetrative (intercrural) sex.

Author’s note: hi lovely 🫶 thanks for this ask; it was a fun one. I also went WAYYYY over a drabble, but The Viscount is worth it, right? 😁 Enjoy! 🧡

You've never been so bold in your life.

Trailing the most beautiful man you have ever met. Known only to you as “The Viscount”, according to the bartender anyway. He is apparently the owner of this upscale establishment and the person who brought you the drink that you hold. Eyes meeting in an almost cliched manner across the bar.

You allowed him to grab your hand and lead you away wordlessly. Away from your friend who was barely cognisant of your departure, glued to their phone due to boyfriend drama—it's always something with those two. The man stops short by a heavy wooden door, which opens to reveal a whisky room, wood-panelled, oversized leather chairs, and walls lined with artfully lit bottles.

“My private collection,” he explains, releasing your hand to spin around and hold his arms out demonstratively. “I hope you are enjoying the spoils,” he winks, nodding at your expensive lead-crystal glass.

You nod back and smile demurely. Something about this man feels inevitable. So when he takes your glass and places it aside, drawing you in for a passionate kiss, it feels right. You don't even know his name; he never asked for yours. But as your tongues parry, all you can think is that he tastes of smoky single malt, zinging mint and utter sin. 

He backs you into the wall, the panelling moulding to your bottom as the fiery kisses continue, grabbing your hands and holding them pinned at head height.

“What is it about you? You alluring mystery…” he rumbles, pupils blown, moving his nose to trail up your neck as he sniffs you, almost obscenely. 

“Fuck me,” it tumbles from your lips unbidden, honesty and need bubbling up from your depths.

He growls and presses his whole being into you, something hard poking your lower belly as he does so.

“I want to,” he confesses, roughly tugging your fitted dress up over the swell of your hips, warm fingers sliding boldly against the lace of your underwear. “So wet,” he groans, bucking against you another time.

You reach for his zipper, and with trembling hands, you lower his fly as he keeps teasing you with a maddeningly slow stroke of a singular digit. Somehow you are not surprised when a sizable, delicious rock-hard cock springs forth, no underwear in sight. You go to touch it, but he again grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall, this time far above your head. Then slowly, he leans in, and you feel that hot cock slide over your underwear, catching your clit, making you moan softly.

“I don't fuck on a first date,” he breathes, sinking his fingers between yours and grasping with a fist, “but I will make you come.”

A shiver runs through your entire being at that loaded promise, sealed with another filthy, open-mouthed kiss.

“Cross your feet,” he smiles decadently over your lips, and you can't help but do as he says.

You squeak into his mouth as that sizeable cock slips bluntly and hot between your squeezed thighs. Then he begins to move, slow at first, then steady and strong, each pass rubbing your clit, the tightness and scratch of lace arousing for both of you.

“Perfect,” he moans into your mouth, still holding your hands caged, your entire being swamped by him. Part of you wants him to rip away your underwear and fuck you for real. “We will fuck one day, just not here,” he pants as if he can read your mind. 

“Please…,” it's a whimper as your clit burns white-hot from the frottage, nudged heavily with each stroke.

He kisses you repeatedly, surging you into the wall with the snap of his pelvis, making each priceless bottle rattle in its fancy metal cage. Your arousal coats your inner thighs, giving him easy passage.

He moves to suck on that sensitive spot on your neck that makes your knees weak; you have to lock them to stop yourself melting to the floor. All the while, his hands don’t let go of yours, a signet ring on his little finger leaving an indent in the gap between your fingers. 

He speeds up, the passing of his cock a heavy weight that makes you moan lightly. He is grunting softly, as drunk on the sensation as you are. The tug low in your belly signifies a few more strokes are all you will need, your breath a staccato over his stubbled jaw as he nibbles your earlobe.

“I can tell you are close,” he murmurs low and richly into your ear. “Come on, beautiful, give it to me.” 

And you do. Allowing yourself to tip over that edge, shuddering as your entire being fractures around him, slumping into the wall and crying out, eyes screwed shut, clit throbbing. He groans lewdly, and while you float, he invades your mouth, his groan vibrating against your tongue as, after a few hitching noises, he slams between your legs, stilling. A warm liquid splashes down the back of your bare thighs as he comes, too.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, he slowly releases your hands. Asks you to turn around, and as your leg muscles twitch, he kneels behind you and gently cleanses your legs of his cum with a bar towel. When he is done, he tenderly kisses the swell of your bottom before pulling down your dress again.

You flip around, and seeing him on his knees before you makes you aching for him again. 

“Take me home,” you challenge, a hand shooting out to cup his jaw. It’s an order, not a request.

“With pleasure, my lady,” he responds, knowing he will be breaking his first-date rule.

Later that night, you learn his real name. But you always refer to him as The Viscount. That’s his name in your phone, and sometimes the title you bestow when he is fucking you so good it’s a transcendental experience.

No taglist as these drabbles are so short

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #bridgerton smut #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n

[totallytatum]

FAKE | J.M

pairing: fake boyfriend!joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni

summary: " I thought you lived a life of honor. " " This is be being honorable. " you asking neighbor, Joel Miller for a huge favor.

warnings/tags: au,fake boyfriend joel, age gap [joel is 32, reader is 29, nothing huge wouldn't even call it a gap], explicit language, awkwardness, alcohol, no use of y/n this is basically just a drabble to a possible series or like a few more drabble if it does good if i myself personally like it.

word count: 720, very short, I just wanted to attempt to write something and see if i or anyone liked it

You're not sure how you ended up here. Sitting at the bar top of some shitty corner bar on some shitty street. Your drink sitting in front of you as your now on your third one. Liquid courage you told yourself. might make the night go smoother.

You kept checking and darting your eyes back to the door and back to your phone. 8:43 p.m. He'll be here any minute and you're seriously questioning yourself if this is even worth it. It's a strange request and a even bigger favor to ask someone. Taking a deep breath in , you take a moment to study the busy atmosphere. Behind you there were several patrons playing pool, women sitting at a table watching their men battle it out through the game as a gossiped and sipped.

Your eyes adverted back to the door, taking a deep breath. Your right leg bounced as the nerves began to take back over. Maybe you should go home, you want to go home but you may have told a tiny lie to your sister who told your parents.

There. There he was, the man of the hour. In all his glory, his dark gray t-shirt worn with a pair medium washed jeans. His eyes like dirty, perfectly matched with the frown that stained his face.

Joel Miller.

His gaze shifted through the bar before landing on you and making his way to the bar. "Evening neighbor, haven't seen you in here before. "

His voice was smooth like honey, the southern drawl near possible not to swoon over. You smiled lightly and taking a sip of your drink " Don't get out much, bars aren't really my thing ya know? " Joel did a quick nod before hollarin' down at the bartender. A quick mumble of "the usual," and turned his gaze back towards you. " If bars aren't you thing then why you here if you don't mind be asking? "

Another drink, not a sip but more like a chug, before setting your glass down. Liquid courage. You can do this. Shifting your body towards him, you stared at him, " If we're being honest, I'm well- I'm here for you. " His eye brown raised slightly before taking a drink of the glass that was just placed in front of him, " Me? " You nodded, " You. I need a favor. A huge one and I didn't know who else to ask. " Joel placed his glass down, turning towards you to give you his full attention " Well lay it on me sweetheart, what can I do for you? "

Your nerves began to kick back in, it became increasingly hot all of a sudden. You felt like you were being dragged to the depths of hell with how flustered you became. Your cheeks began to paint crimson red. Your heart raced like you just ran a 5k and your hands became clammy as they sat in your lap. " I... I need to ask you to be my boyfriend. Fake one of course. I just happened to have told my sister that I was dating and she happened to tell well the whole family it seemed like. " Joel didn't say anything and the silence was loud. The pause wasn't long though before he took another drink, " I'll do it. " You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, " Oh thank god- " He interrupted " if- and only if you allow me to choose the little details. I really want to sell this. "

Joel didn't care what you were going to ask, his answer would have been yes to anything. You've been neighbors for almost 8 years. Barely twenty- on when you arrived, on your own and taking the world head on. Neither of you would say you were close friends. He helped you around the house and you helped with his daughter Sarah occasionally.

" It'd be an honor to be your boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. " You grinned, chugging the rest of your drink. The huge weight lifted off your shoulders.

" I thought you lived a life of honor. " His half lipped grin made way to his face before he sat up, " This is me being honorable. "

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel x y/n #hbo the last of us

[moonshotsx]

Scenario I with sashnetra because it gives such mama Sasha energy 🥺

and what if i combined these two 🤔 (and sneak in a marcia cameo for good measure 😌)

context:in this au only sasha is a drag queen, both anetra and marcia appear in this fic as their out of drag selves!

28. "Put your clothes back on"

scenario I - A suddenly having to become a babysitter for a very drunk B, a complete stranger.

tw/ someone having their drink spiked

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Sasha walked her way up to her favorite bartender after having finished her set, desperately in need of some refreshment.

"Marshie, Marshie, Marshie, I'm dying for a good drink. What you got for me tonight?" she leaned in to side hug the short haired blond.

"Your usual," they replied with a smile, handing her over a pink and blue ombré drink, "On the house, after that killer performance," Marcia winked at her.

"Thank you, baby. And I keep telling you... You'd make a good queen if you tried, just saying!" She ended the phrase in a sing-song tone.

"And I told you I'd think about it, Sash-"

Before they could finish their sentence, an unknown brunet stumbled his way up to the counter, right next to Sasha.

"Are you alright, baby?" She asked in a worried tone, her hand resting on his shoulder as he looked up.

His face was flushed red, his eyes unfocused and glossy as he tried to speak.

"I... think... my drink... I don't..."

Sasha shared an apprehensive look with Marcia. The way he was slurring his words wasn't a good sign.

Marcia seemed to share her sentiment, "I remember giving him... Anetra, right?"

Anetra gave a small nod in reply as he leaned further against Sasha's hand.

"I remember making his drink just as you were finishing off your number, there's no way he can have gotten hammered to this degree in ten minutes," they explained with a concerned expression, "Fuck, someone spiked his drink".

Sasha's heart dropped at the thought of someone wanting to hurt the man in her arms.

"I have to deal with this pronto, we can't risk anyone else," they continued, "Do you feel comfortable taking him to your dressing room? At least for the time being, I'm not comfortable leaving him alone while I go talk to my boss about this and I trust you can take care of him".

"Sure, it's no problem," Sasha replied before turning her head to Anetra, the latter seemed to have fallen asleep on her chest, "Alright, baby boy, let's get you somewhere safe".

The short walk to Sasha's private dressing room ended up being more challenging than expected when she had to hold up someone else and make sure they didn't puke all over her.

"Here we are," she helped Anetra prop up in one of the chairs in her dressing room, "How are you feeling now, better? Worse? Do you need me to get you a bucket just in case?"

Anetra seemed to take in his new surroundings, slowly moving his head all over the wigs and costumes hung up the wall before his eyes set back on Sasha.

"Are you an angel?"

"No, just a drag queen, baby," she couldn't help the small joke before she noticed he was trying to take off his shit, "Hey, put your clothes back on!"

Anetra whined about feeling hot. His head hurt and the room wouldn't stop spinning.

"I wish I could do more to help you out, love," she gently swiped the sweat off his forehead.

Sasha couldn't deny he was really cute, almost reminded her of a lost puppy.

He was totally her type, but she just wished they had met under different circumstances.

It took Anetra another full hour and some vomit to regain most of her inhibitions.

"I'm sorry you had to witness all of that, that's embarrassing," he finally said after drinking another glass of water to wash down the sour taste in his mouth.

"No need to be sorry, baby," she smiled, ruffling his sweaty hair off his face, "I'm glad you are alright now".

"I owe that to you, I don't even know how it happened, I just... remember taking a few sips and the drink tasting a bit off".

"Marcia told me they took care of the situation, they haven't found whoever it was but at least no one else got hurt," she explained with a soft voice as she kept playing with his hair.

"That's some good news at least," Anetra rested his head back to the wall, letting Sasha's hand sooth him as he closed his eyes.

"If you're feeling good enough, I'll call you an uber," she offered, "I'll cover the cost, don't worry".

His eyes opened and widened, "You've already done so much, I can't accept-"

"Please," Sasha looked at him, "I'm going to go to sleep feeling better if I can make sure you get home safely, baby".

"At least, let me offer you coffee tomorrow or when are you free. That's the minimum I can do to thank you".

Sasha gave him a sincere smile, "That can be arranged, baby boy".

#fic prompt #sashnetra #club au #boynetra x sasha

[sleepy-achilles]

My last post has been stuck in my head and I NEED to read an au of these two motherfuckers.

Young and shy taker being hassled by champion fuck boy shawn, as he desperately tries to get his attention after seeing him at a bar 🥹

LIKE LOOK AT THE MATERIAL

Let's go (also 100% starting with shy taker and ending up with Mr steal yo bitch) I'm also under the impression that Shawn is in the wwf but taker isn't.. I might be wrong about that but that's what I've gone for in this, if I'm wrong honestly just say and I'll write you another one.

Also I cannot flirt to save my life so this will either be really cringe or make me want to die. In other words it's gonna be short because I can only flirt with my close friends and not a single other soul. I'm wired differently.

Hbtaker AU- Boy Toy Flusters

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Taker taps his fingers against the bar. He tended to stay home and drink but Paul was not leaving him alone lately. And well, the bars were empty with wwf being in the valley. Taker doesn't know why they'd come here, but apparently it was a good idea. Taker hears the door open but ignores it. If it's Paul, he hopes if he does ignore him he'll just go away.

He lifts his whiskey to his mouth for a sip when a lean figure sits at the bar. Taker doesn't hesitate to check the figure out, and he's glad he does. A pretty young thing with a lot of skin on show. "Uh just as many shots as possible please" the blonde smiles at the bartender. Clearly not alone, which takers glad because he won't have to watch out for him, but it also means any chances he might of had are gone. Taker turns his attention back to his whiskey and whatever shitty sports game is on.

Shawn glances at the big guy before carrying the tray of shots back to his friends. "And what are these bad Boys?" Kevin asks as shawn places the tray down. "Hell if I know. A shot of courage if you ask me" shawn smirks before taking one and downing it and taking another and downing it. "If your going back to the bar the least you could do is get hunter a drink he can actually drink" Scott chuckles. "How did you know?" Shawn asks. "I saw you eye fucking that hunk, go get him tiger" Kevin smirks. "Just atleast order me a water" hunter huffs. Shawn nods and struts his way back to the bar.

"A water aswell please" the southern voice asks. "For that table too" he adds. Taker looks as the blonde sits next to him. "Shawn Michaels" Shawn smiles. Taker doesn't say anything and it causes Shawn to frown. "Cmon? Nothing? Just gonna ignore me?" Shawn pouts. Taker takes a sip of his drink and looks back at the news. "Come on hot stuff, I promise I'm worth it. I always deliver" Shawn practically purrs at him.

Taker sighs and decides, screw it? Paul ain't around, what harm could come?

"Undertaker" Taker mutters. "Undertaker? Hmm how about Takes or Taker?" Shawn asks. "Sure" Taker murmurs. "Dont talk much huh?" Shawn asks. Taker doesn't say anything, he just watches Shawn. "Thats okay hot stuff, I can do enough talking for us both" Shawn smiles resting his arms on the bar. Taker just watches him. He swears he's seen his face before. "You a wrestling fan?" Shawn asks. "Not really. Haven't got the time to watch it. Actually surprised they came to the valley for a show" Taker admits. "Best show so far if you ask me" shawn smirks. "Yeah?" Taker asks. "Oh yeah, became champ and everything." And takers face flushed. Of course. A face he didn't recognise? Of course he was here for the show.

Shawn giggles at the flush building on the mans face. "Its alright big guy. I won't take offence if you tell me you don't know who I am" Shawn teases. "Shoulda put two and two together" Taker huffs rubbing his neck. Shawn smiles slightly and looks at the bartender. "Another drink for him and a beer for me please" Shawn orders. "Thanks" Taker mumbles. "Anytime sugar" Shawn turns towards taker more, taker blushes as shawn rests his hand on takers knee. "You don't wanna be with your friends celebrating your win?" Taker asks quietly. "Trust me darling, we will have plenty of chances to celebrate wins like this" shawn mutters leaning closer. Taker looks at the blondes eyes.

Those dangerous blues.

Those addictive dangerous blues.

Shawn smirks slightly as he cups takers face. "Are you always this shy?" Shawn asks quietly. His smirk falls as Taker grabs his wrist in his much bigger hands and leans in. "Sure, at first" Taker smirks. Shawns eyes widen slightly. "But after the pretty little thing has had their fun, I like to have mine" Taker adds, turning fully towards Shawn.

Shawn doesn't know what's happened but he can say he likes the sudden shift in Taker. From shy and aloof to this? Yes please.

Shawn can feel his cheeks burning as Taker tilts his head down. "How about you let me thank you for the drink?" Taker asks quietly, cupping the area between his jaw and neck. Shawn stares at him in Awe before nodding slightly. "Whats wrong boy toy? What happened to that big cocky I can talk for both of us?" Taker smirks. Shawn decides to shut him up by pulling him into a kiss. Taker hums before kissing him back, moving one hand to his hip and squeezing it tightly.

Taker pulls back slightly after sometime and watches amused as shawn fumbles to get the drink money out of his wallet. "Eager?" Taker asks as he watches the money get thrown onto the bar. "Whats closer? My hotel or your house?" Shawn asks, no longer wanting to play whatever game he thinks this is. Taker smirks as shawn stands. "You gonna talk to your friends before running off with a stranger?" Taker asks. "Look, if it's big they'll understand when they find my dead body. Just give me a good time first yeah? It's been a rough week" Shawn huffs grabbing takers hand and pulling him off his stool and out of the bar.

Kid lifts his head from the table and looks towards the bar. "Uh...guys?" Kid asks. "What?" Scott groans. "Shawn's gone" Kid points at the bar. Kevin looks at the money and untouched drinks. "Its a small town. If he's not back to leave tomorrow we'll know who to look for." Scott states. "Shouldn't we look now?" Hunter asks. "I trust shawns judgement. I know you guys don't but he's a lot better at reading humans than you'd think. I'm just glad he's finally getting laid again" Kevin huffs. "Now, someone grab those drinks, don't let them goto waste" Scott orders.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #kevin nash #scott hall #sean waltman #triple h #the kliq

[owlrolls]

Top 3 engport AU's for your consideration and what I think about them

Nyotalia

- a classic, really

- the girls, just like their male counterparts, are super devoted to eachother

- they realized they were into eachtoher after years of "learning how to kiss" sessions with the other, something like:

"hey Joana,,,"

"mhm?"

"do you know how to kiss?"

"oh,, well,,-I I get the gist of it! I once had a human boyfriend y'know! "

"woah! So can you teach me?? :D"

"what"

"what"

- once my history teacher said that the biggest flaw the Portuguese have is jealousy, but, weirdly enough, I don't think Joana would do much when she sees Edith with other people, untiiiillll she realizes they're just friends

- she'd just give the death stare and hope for the best and cry a bit on the inside when people ask if she needs to use the restroom

- talking about jealousy, I think Edith would be more calm? Just like Joana maybe stare "👁️👁️" style but then once the chat is over she'd just ask who it is

- again, non-confrontational people

- they may have had less fights than the boys but when they had 'em, boy were they ugly

- during the ww2, Joana cut her hair really short to look like a man and to be accepted and respected around her peers and Edith let hers grow to look more feminine and appealing during her spionage days

- Joana's favorite thing on Edith is when she gets to ramble on something she likes and spends hours if not days remebering little details about the topjc

- Ediths is when Joana remembers little details she mentions during her ramblings, her favorite brand of perfume, why her favorite tea is the best, how many times her sisters had to get her out of the top of a tree like a scared cat because that apple just look THAT tasty, the look on her face when the alliance was signed and she spilled wine one her dress while celebrating

- 1000/10 incredible AU MWAH

Hetalia Gakuenl AU

- met at the paranormal club when Gabe had to get Vlad home because it was getting late and Romulus had forgotten him at school

- first interaction is a complete disaster:

"Guys this is my cousin Gabriel!"

"Hi."

"Hi"

"Oh, hey I know you from physics class, Lukas right?"

"Mhm"

"And you."

"ah shit"

"didn't you remind the English teacher about the test?"

"fucking hell."

"PFFTTT--"

"Vlad you traitor, you better sleep with an eye open"

- anyways, Gabe coming to the club to pick up his cousin is recurring theme, sometimes with his brother, sometimes with his other cousins

"Vlaaaad, your cousin's here"

"oh right, sorry guys!"

"wait."

"c'mere"

"mhm?"

"hey, um, is your cousin by any chance,,, into boys?,,"

"OH"

"SILENCE HEATHEN"

"..."

"yes or no"

"ask him yourself <3"

"motherfucker"

So there goes Tumblr sexyman, Arthur Kirkland:

"hey-"

"oh hi, what up ^^"

"do you wanna go out with me."

"I literally don't know you"

"👁️👁️.... 👁️👁️"

"yeah I do"

- the rest is up to your imagination, but it's just so sweet and friends to lovers (best trope) and cute UGHH ><

- 9.8/10

Coffee shop/Pub AU

- Barista Arthur and bartender Gabriel, name a better duo

- Arthur works at this silly little coffee shop owned by him and his brothers

- it's a cozy and comfortable 2 store space

- above is their home and below is the shop

- one day walks in Gabriel, looking as if he didn't sleep the last 4 days, asking for a tall black coffee, with sugar, steaming hot

"hey, are you sure, lad? We have other things that could help with whatever's going on with you"

"sighs nah, just.. Don't worry I'm fine with that, how much is it anyways?"

"1.50€"

"aight"

*slides a custard tart* "it's on the house"

- Gabe is very much surprised pikachu face.png

-later on to relieve stress from work Art goes to a pub

"gimme your strongest whiskey, one beer and a glass of vodka"

"you really need to get a hold of your nerves Arthur; gonna end up dead"

"pew pew!"

"sighs come on to the back, I'll take care of ya', it's on the house"

9.5/10 - so so good ^o^

#engport #engport AU's #hetalia #hws portugal #nyo portugal #hws england #nyo england #owl rambles #had to take this off my chest

[mingigoo]

Acquainted |Jeong Yunho | Part 01

Parts: [one] [two]

Requested prompt (P)⇢ We had a one-night stand thinking we’d never see each other again but you showed up as my boss okay what the hell

Pairing ⇢ boss! Yunho x (fem) reader

Genre ⇢ smut, slight angst, fluff, one night stand!au

Warnings/tags ⇢ 18+, sex, drinking, office romance, unprotected sex, nightclub, biting, hickeys, hand kink, secretary, CEO yunho, hotel sex, yunho has a big dick

Total word count ⇢ 6.4k

Chapter Word Count ⇢ 3.6k

Requested by ⇢ my sweetie @atinywhore ily😘

You were indecisive.

Not only with your food choices and clothing choices, but with your taste in men as well.

Some days you'd want that perfect man. A longing for the healthiest relationship possible. It didn't help that your friends were happily in love, and you were stuck just trying to live your life.

But some days you craved the one-time type of attention. That lustful ache that would resonate in your heart and in your mind. Not only did you have a hard time arguing with yourself about your own intentions, but you argued with your heart. Am I doing this right? What’s wrong with me? Why can't I find someone right for me? All of this flooded your mind like a hurricane, but yet it didn't stop you from exploring all kinds of people in search for that one true feeling— love.

You knew you weren't going to find it here at the nightclub, but something was calling you here. Maybe it was the array of alcoholic beverages or the presence of attractive men, but regardless of all that, it was as if you were drawn here forcibly.

You ignored the weird feeling in your stomach and took another sip of the fruity cocktail that wasn't getting you drunk enough. The bartender was cute, but the man sitting next to you was cuter.

You maintained your confident persona and continued to face forward, not even sparing the beautiful man a passing glance when you knew he was staring at you.

It kind of made you feel powerful. The way your heart would start to beat faster and the way his body would turn towards you every second. It was like a ticking clock, and you were loving it.

“Do you like fruity drinks?” the man asked you, his voice smooth but raspy at the same time. It made you want to turn and look at him, but you kept looking forward as you took the last sip of the drink. “That's like, your fourth one.”

“Thanks captain obvious, do you think I can't count?” You smirked, calling for the bartender to give you another. After he gave you the drink, you let yourself turn your head to meet the gaze of the stranger.

“No, I just needed an excuse to talk to you.” He smiled, and your heart dropped to your stomach. His hair was dark, sitting beautifully across his forehead. His lips were turned upwards, and his teeth were bright. Ethereal was the first word that came to your mind, and you were certain he was thinking the same thing.

He licked his lips as he watched your expression change. He knew exactly what he was doing, but you weren't exactly sure what was going to unfold. You knew what you wanted—and it was him.

His eyes were dark, but they lit up with sparkles from the lighting. The pink and purple hues hit his cheekbones sharply, all while he took a gulp of his soju bottle. You realized you didn't respond to him, and you shooed away all the intrusive thoughts. “Ah. Why’s that?” you gulped, watching him set down the glass bottle to turn his whole body towards you.

He smirked again, and you felt the heat radiate from his body as he reached out his hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “I don't know, maybe because you've been sitting here alone when you shouldn't be.”

As he ran his hand through your hair, you looked up into his eyes. Suddenly your indecisiveness fled from your soul, and just being in this man’s presence made you feel hot. You felt chills reach the top of your skin as he pulled away, wanting to grab his hand to put it back on you. “What if I want to be alone?” You teased, sipping on your drink. You watched as his eyes trailed your lips, and the way his lips moved up into a slight smile.

“Then I won’t bother you.” He shrugged, now smiling brightly and turned to face towards the bar. You immediately frowned as you liked his attention, but something about how he turned away when you said you wanted to be alone was even hotter than his gaze. A man who knew boundaries had a special place in your heart, and you couldn't get enough of it.

“I’m y/n, by the way.” You said quietly, fiddling with your fingers in hopes of him turning towards you again.

You saw the corner of his smile and the way he tried to hide it. “Ah. I thought you wanted to be alone?” He hummed, sipping on the soju bottle. You watched as his lips got drenched from the alcohol, and how it dripped down onto the wooded bar. You were hyper focused on him. From the way he’d swallow, to the way he propped his elbow up onto the bar, you craved his attention.

“No. I was just fucking around.” You chuckled as he turned towards you, feeling a sense of confidence strike through your body.

He stared at you now, and you couldn’t understand how one person’s gaze made you feel so small. He seemed tall—at least a good bit taller than you—and carried himself beautifully. Every single part of him was attractive, and you couldn’t help but imagine his other parts. “I’m Yunho. Jeong Yunho.” You smiled at you, and you felt the butterflies fly around in your stomach. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

You sat in silence for a few moments. His gaze on you was strong, but you assumed yours was even stronger. You knew what you wanted, and you believed he wanted the same thing. You were tipsy, but not drunk enough to regret this. He was like a flame dying to be touched, and you were going to reach it.

“So, Yunho.” You carried on, leaning a bit closer to him. “What do you want to do with me?”

He smirked, liking your confidence. He shrugged though but had a lustful glimmer in his dark eyes that matched his hair. “Depends on if you want to go home with me or not.” He chuckled and leaned forward himself. “So, if you do, I’d like to fuck you.”

You held in every emotion you were feeling now, trying to keep it from reaching your expression. His hand met your thigh now, but it didn’t move upwards yet. He waited for your answer, and you looked up into his eyes with a seductive smile.

“What are you waiting for?”

—

Teeth clashing, hair pulling, minds racing. He tossed you onto the hotel room bed and slammed you against the sheets. You had just made your way here through a taxi ride, and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

It was just something about him. Whether it be his undeniable gaze or his beautiful looks, you were down bad. You tore off his clothes like a maniac, well under the influence of infatuation plus alcohol. They went together like pieces of a puzzle, and damn you wanted to fit into his body just like one too. He stood like some sort of statue, letting you admire him as if he were a god. Maybe he was, and with that body, it wasn't hard to deny.

The room was dark, but the light from the bathroom that was previously on before you even entered illuminated his features for your sight. He was huge— easily the largest you've ever seen. It was hard and thick, waiting for you as if he was begging you to touch it. He grew impatient though, and gripped the back of your head, forcibly putting your lips on his. Tumbling onto the bed, he was now hovering on top of you. You were still in your short minidress, and his eyes were hungry.

“Take it off.” He groaned above you, and you almost arched your back at the tone of his voice. You tried your best to shimmy out of it, but he got impatient and slid his hands up your thighs, sliding the dress off with them and over your head. To his surprise, he was shocked when he was face to face with your core. You decided to be a bit frisky and not wear underwear and thank God you didn't because the look on his face made a soft moan fall off your lips.

He claimed you then by gripping your hips and positioning himself to enter you. His hair was now messily draped across his forehead, and his beautifully defined chest sparkled with sweat under the dim light. The duvet was soft underneath you, and you weren't even paying attention enough to realize how expensive of a hotel you were getting fucked in. You noticed an imported bottle of alcohol sitting on the nightstand as you turned your head away just right before he entered you, nearly slamming your head against the headboard with force. His dick was huge, and it only felt bigger as it was inside you. Your walls collapsed, squeezing tightly onto him. You tossed your head back as his mouth met the base of your neck, moaning as he sucked onto it sharply. You hissed at the slight pain but smiled into it as you heard his heavy breathing.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered into your ear, possibly the sexiest thing he’s done this whole night. He gripped the back of your neck again and pulled you up to his chest as he pounded into you, and you moaned at the pleasure he supplied you.

Now, you've had plenty of one-night stands. Every kind of man and every type of person in bed. Out of all your experience, this man was better than all of them. On any scale, you would drop absolutely everything to feel this pleasure you were feeling, craving him from your core.

It was just something about the way his hands would glide down your body and the way his shining dark eyes looked through your soul. It was as if you knew him forever. Like you knew his body, his feelings, is pleasures. By the looks of his face, he wanted this just as much as you did.

With his teeth clenched, he moved his hand down to your heat, feeling his cold fingertips touch your lips slowly. His hand began to move rhythmically just like his hips, and you arched your back into his chest, begging for more.

“Come for me.” He hummed, a cocky smile on his face without reason. That turned you on even more, and you let yourself reach a euphoria that most guys never made happen.

He let out a moan now, and you felt satisfied that you were able to bring this man a high. He moved his hand now to grab your leg and wrap his arm around it, pushing into you harder and harder. You knew he was reaching his climax, and you felt the pulse of his dick inside you as he let go.

His breathing became more shallow and his eyes closed at the bliss of it all. He hovered over you and you felt the warmth inside you. He stared at you for a moment with a questioning look, and you smiled up at him. He smiled back, and collapsed onto the duvet next to you with heavy breaths.

You fought with yourself, wanting to close your eyes. To be honest, he tired you out completely. It made you wonder how much sex he actually had to be this good. He knew what to say and how to say it. He knew when and where to touch you, and that excited you.

As you both laid next to each other, sweaty and exhausted, you let the sleep overtake your thoughts about the man laying right next to you.

—

When you awoke, you felt the cold air hit your legs and the warmth of a body pressed against your back.

After a moment of enjoying the feeling of being held, you jumped up when you realized your situation. Flashbacks of last night flooded your memory and you ran a hand through your tangled hair. Scared to peer behind you in fear of him being awake, you fought your fear and took a quick peek over your shoulder.

When you saw the sea of messy black hair acting like a halo around his head and the slight part of his lips—the same lips that claimed yours— you couldn't help but appreciate his beauty. Finally shaking your intrusive thoughts away, you stood up hastily and tossed on your short minidress, immediately hating yourself for not wearing any underwear. “Jeez y/n, why not lingerie at least.” you huffed under your breath, catching yourself for talking a bit too loud. You hurriedly ran to the entrance where your heels were abandoned.

You made your escape like it was a normal occurrence, and made your way down the hall and down the stairwell, where you almost tripped and fell down the third flight. You groaned under your breath, irritated with the fact that you seemed to be up nine whole floors. Out of all the days you could have gone home with someone, it had to be the first day of your new job. You cursed yourself out for being so cliche and ran through the hotel lobby. You tossed yourself into a cab and mumbled out your address, and halfway into the ride you realized that you didn't have your phone.

“For fuck’s sake goddamnit.” you groaned, slamming the side of your head against the tinted window. You noticed the driver looking at you in the corner of your eye, but all you could think about is how you'd get it back. Ignoring it, you paid attention to the problem at hand.

You jumped out of the cab as soon as it came to a stop, and you sprinted up your old, cement steps and opened the door. Your house was passed down to you from your grandmother, and now you lived on your own without any help. You never had the most positive mindset, but at least you were able to support yourself.

You moved quickly, taking a peek at the clock above your mantle. You had about thirty minutes until you needed to be at your workplace. After almost knocking down the picture of your childhood cat, you made your way into your bedroom to change into something more appropriate. You wiped away your messy makeup and put a swipe of mascara on, and then you grabbed your keycard and made your way out.

—

You got through your orientation decently quickly, and now it was time to meet your team leader and your bosses. You sat next to a quiet boy who wore a pair of glasses that were a bit too big for his face.

The company you were working for was a big hotel chain. With hotels all over Asia and overseas, you knew for a fact the chairman was making a ridiculous amount of money. The people you were around all day were talking about how mean the CEO is, and how ignorant and rude looking his presence was. You listened intently, praying you didn't end up near that man— whoever he was.

As the important people walked into the conference room you were in, you kept your head down until you heard a bit of whispering around you.

“New hires, we are going to assign you to teams. I know there are people here with many different types of qualifications, so this is the best way we can manage our company.” An older woman spoke to the group, and a few other men stood behind her. Your eyes trailed across them all until they landed on a certain someone at the end of the line. “Now I will introduce the CEO, Mr. Jeong Yunho.”

At that moment, you felt your heart drop. This time though, it was out of fear. You never thought this wou;d unfold this way, and with the way he was staring at you, you knew that he knew exactly who you were.

As your fellow coworkers clapped for the man who took off your clothes last night, you kept your hands still at your sides. With a wide eyed glance at him, he gave you a smirk back. His soft black hair was now styled up and neat, and his once naked body was covered in a perfectly tailored suit. He looked expensive, and you were surprised that you were able to be under the same man that stood in front of you.

You wanted to run away. The feeling of his stare among all these people made you feel too open, and it even made people glance at you in wonder.

He leaned up against the podium, still staring at you with a knowing smirk. You wanted to hide, but you knew that would just make you look even more awkward than you already did. You sucked it up, and put on a respectful smile while he began his speech.

“I just want to thank you all for becoming part of this company. It means a lot to me that you are here.” As he said this, not once did he turn his gaze away from you. You gulped anxiously, the attention too much for you. You looked away and down at your fingers in your lap, and he continued. “Those who are here for secretary positions, please stay put after I announce the teams.”

Your heart pounded. “I couldn't be his secretary, right?” you thought to yourself, but your mind raced at the thought of it. He called the names off a few papers and a bunch of people left, like the interior design group and the technical people you couldn't even understand the name of. After a majority of the people left, only about four people were left.

You were nearly shivering, you were so nervous. Surely your resume wasn't good enough to be chosen as his secretary, but as he assigned two other people to random names, you were met with his slightly amused face.

No one was left now. It was only you in the front of the room while all the other people were sent to their designated areas. You stood up quickly when you grew uncomfortable under his child-like expression.

“Ms. y/n, what a surprise. I don't even have to read your name off here to know who you are.” he teased, setting the papers down on the podium and making his way to you. The room was empty but it felt like the walls were closing in on you. You offered a fake laugh and a smile, but he tilted his head at you as he came just a step away from you. You were pulled to him, but something like this never happened to you. You were always the first to leave, and you nevr ran into the person you had sex with, yet alone for them to be your boss.

“Oh yes, it is a surprise.” you managed to speak out, but your stomach was churning at the thought of working for him. Your body craved more of him, and now that he was going to be in front of you, you weren't too sure if you could handle that type of strength.

He looked you up and down, a smirk present on his soft lips. Oh, you really wanted to kiss them again—

“Did you have somewhere to be in the morning?” he asked, and at first you thought he was being funny. The serious look on his face told you otherwise, and you kept in your fake laugh.

You shook your head, looking around the room to make sure you were alone. “I didn't, no.”

He let out a laugh, but his serious look didn't change. You furrowed your eyebrows at his disdain. Were you supposed to stay? Did he not want you to leave?

You tried your best to start a new conversation. “So, you're my boss…” you mumbled out, swaying a bit. “I’m your secretary?”

He scoffed at that, and you saw his hand twitch as if he wanted to touch you. “Isn’t that obvious, baby?” He leaned down, his tall frame towering over you, making you feel small but at the same time comfortable. Wasn't that supposed to make you inferior? And why the fuck were you thinking about the way he moaned?

“Baby?” you questioned, but shook your head, remembering that he was your boss. “Anyway, shouldn't we get to work?”

You watched his eyes slant a bit, and he kept his hands to himself as you took a step back from him. He leaned back on his heels then, nodding. “Okay, Right. Work.” he muttered as if he forgot that it was the whole point.

He left the room first, and you watched his lean figure walk through the tall double doors, leaving you all alone in the room with roaming thoughts ranging from lust to confusion.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #yunho #ateez fanfic #office #boss au #ceo au

[bitchkay]

I wrote this last night/this morning and edited it when I woke up cus it was like gibberish cus I was half asleep

its 3:54 am but I just thought of court of darkness headcanons and my brain won't let me think of anything else😁😁

I keep having thoughts of like modern au court of darkness for some reason but like I am not complaining what so ever so-

bartender Fenn.

I mean it's literally canon-

don't tell me it's not perfect for him

Fenn has megan knees.

you heard me

I feel like Rio would work at Burger King- but like he'd love it there

I mean employee discount purr

But like fr he'd love interacting with customers at the counter, Rio's a good cook he'd be good in the kitchen, everyone just loves him cus he's just a bundle of joy

If Rio's not working, the place is dead

Old ladies love him, young women ask for his number, and he gives it to them cus he doesn't know they wanna fuck him-

Fenn would love tinder LMFAOOO

I can see Roy being a model OUUUU😋😋

y'all can't deny bro's beautiful

bro's gorgeous

I feel like he has the charisma, definitely photogenic, has a good sense of style, a pretty face

Roy simply deserves to be on the cover of a magazine.

Dia sells weed, Lynt smokes weed, I don't know why but that makes sense in my head

weed dealer Dia and pot head Lynt scratches some kind of fucked up itch in my brain and I love it

Lance also smokes but I'm pretty sure that's also canon

Dia hates mushrooms on pizza.

Toa loves pixie stix.

Rio reminds me of Ryuzo somewhat, from dreamy days in west Tokyo, but only in terms of naivety (however Ryu is simply charmingly stupid), so for obvious reasons I can also see Rio working in a vegetable market

Guy bullies people on Tiktok.

I really can't see Lynt really having a job but yk bills need to be paid, so he probably has some on campus job at his college, not only for convenience but so he doesn't have to go two places in one day lol

Guy sleeps full nude in the summer but with socks on.

Knight and Thoma play video games together but they're way to fucking competitive, if something in the room doesn't break did they really play video games

Fenn drunkenly hooked up with his college professor but didn't know it was his college professor until he went to school the next day and was like "... wait a damn minute--"

Guy has THE BIGGEST ass, bbl who?? it's all natural baby😋😋

Rio goes to the gym.

that's it.

the thought of Rio working out makes me drool

meow😳✨✨

why ain't this man in my draws yet-

I don't like caramel but Toa loves caramel, for that reason I say there is a video of us throwing hands on world star. Guy recorded cus I was winning.

Rio would love Waffle House.

Knight would literally LIVE in cat cafes HOLY SHIT-

If you went to a cat cafe you'll see Knight so often you'd think he worked there💀💀

Nah he just wont leave

"Sir, please go home.. we have to close" "5 more minutes... "

I wanna have a smoke sesh with Lance, I wanna get high with him and just chill, probably fuck, then order a pizza and watch old reruns on the TV.. yes

Lynt would also be nice to smoke with, we'd just vibe together, talk about random bullshit, pass the blunt back and forth while cuddling on my couch, also probably fuck, then sleep off the high

yea.

I mean its pretty canon Sherry can't fucking cook, so the existence of instant is her saving grace

Roy tried to teach her to make rice but it just wasn't working out so he ended up buying her a rice cooker

Roy spoils Sherry rotten with the kitchen appliances, but will not stop because the smile on her face when he got her a hot pink Keurig machine is the most priceless reward

Sherry got into modeling because of Roy, because shes short she started with clothing ads but sooner or later she was sharing magazines with her brother, literal sibling goals😤😤

OMG I JUST GOT INSPIRATION, IMMA DRAW THE PRINCES ON MAGAZINE COVERS IM GONNA CRY HOLD UP-

STOP IM GETTING MY DRAWING TABLET-

The way I actually wanna make the magazine covers happen but my tablet is a task and a half to draw on being as it's old and the home button's fucked up, my laptop is also fucked up, I swear it's on its last legs 90% of the time, my laptops a literal dinosaur, and my phone has no storage so I can't even draw on here, which leaves paper but I hate drawing in my sketch book--

I GATHERED REFERENCES AND EVERYTHING-

I'm gonna cry.

#court of darkness #fenn luxure #rio voleri #roy invidia #dia akedia #lynt akedia #lance ira #toa qelsum #guy avari #cod knight #cod thoma #sherry invidia #headcanons #court of darkness headcanons #voltage inc

[ana-benn]

The Enforcer's Gun

Warnings: Smut, mafia AU, Dom/sub, possessive alpha male, gun play, exhibitionism, alcohol consumption (I don't advise copying this part. I've done it and it's a great recipe for a hangover from hell), size kink, thigh riding, object insertion

You'd normally be thriving right now. You had your hair done, a dress that fit well and looks hot as fuck, and honestly you'd spent most of the night getting compliments from random strangers. For all intents and purposes, you were having a good night. Except the one man you wanted to notice how good you looked wasn't paying attention to you.

He was working.

While you could appreciate the fact that he had work to do, you hated how at times like this he could just ignore you. If you'd ever told him that he'd have smirked and informed you that he spoiled you. Which was true, but that knowledge did nothing as you stood at the bar and watched him talking to the owner of the nightclub you were in.

'Contract Negotiations' is what he had called it, but he wasn't exactly in the negotiations business. You flinched as Jordie grabbed the guy by the shoulder and held him fast while Jamie hit him hard in the stomach. You'd learned to find this side of him masculine and entirely too sexy, and you felt the tell-tale slick pool in your panties.

"There you are, you're too good at giving me the slip," Tyler laughed as he saddled up next to you. Normally you'd have Jessi here with you, but she'd just had a baby, so it was you and Tyler. You could've spent time with one of the other girls that'd come, but you didn't exactly like them all.

"That's because you're too busy checking out the sorority girls that just walked it," you quipped. "Why won't this bartender come take my order?" You grumbled as the bartender walked past you yet again.

"He probably saw you walk in with Chubbs," Tyler laughed, signaling the bartender.

"Don't let him hear you call him that in public," you grinned. "He may shoot you."

"Round of fireball shots," Tyler said when the bartender walked over finally. You have him a pointed look and he rolled his eyes, "And a Mai Tai for the lady."

"Plantation rum!" You called to the bartender's back. You rolled your eyes as Tyler laughed at your pout.

"Not everyone is gonna cater to you like Jamie does doll, just the facts," he winked then.

"He's not even catering to me," you grumbled, eyes drifting over to where Jamie was crouched over a bleeding man. Apparently negotiations weren't going well. Or maybe they were, you had no idea. "Why'd he bring me again?"

"You've been asking to come for months," Tyler reminded you.

"And you're baby sitting me because..." You asked.

"Apparently I only do 'pretty things' and this isn't a pretty job. So I got girlfriend duty," he smirked looking down at you.

"Why Mr. Seguin," you gasped in mock outrage. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were flirting."

"Nah, I like my balls where they are," Tyler shrugged. "You picked a jealous one." Just then the bartender lined up the shots in front of the two of you and set your Mai Tai down before scurrying away.

You rolled your eyes, as Tyler handed you a shot. You clinked them together before slamming back three in a row each. It was a ritual you'd developed when Tyler was on baby sitting duty, and you actually enjoyed the cinnamon burn. You tasted your drink, rolling your eyes as you sipped the tinny taste associated with Bacardi, before grabbing the final shot in front of you and dumping it into the tiki drink.

"Really?" Tyler asked with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged, "I hate Bacardi, you know that."

Tyler just laughed as he threw back his final shot, "Come on I know you wanna dance."

You let Tyler lead you onto the dance floor, one hand securing your drink firmly. You danced with him for a while, forgetting your annoyance at Jamie for working temporarily. You were laughing and having fun, as Tyler would spin you around and sing along with you. It was completely not sexy, but it was fun and comfortable. Tyler was Jamie's best friend, and you felt almost as safe with him as you did your boyfriend. You'd grown to see him like a playful older brother who would tease you and goof around, but the second someone touched you he's fuck them up.

A few songs in though and he leaned into your ear, "I'm going to hit the head. Stay here." You nodded in acknowledgement as he walked away.

In a place like this it wasn't long before the vultures descended, and a decent looking guy moved in to try and dance with you. "Just waiting for my boyfriend," you'd explained.

"It's okay, I am too," he laughed.

You smiled then and danced a little with him then, soon another guy showed up and your partner left. Tyler still hadn't shown up so you decided to go to the ladies room. As you walked out after washing your hands you held the door open with your foot so you could throw your towel away, not paying attention to your surroundings you were startled when rough hands grab you and pressed you against the brick walk across from the bathroom.

You were about to scream when you recognized the bearded face looming over you, "Jamie?" You questioned. "You scared me."

"Did I?" He mumbled as he hiked your skirt up and pushed into your body as a brought a thick thigh between your legs. The immediate pressure made you gasp in delight, as his lips attacked your neck.

"I don't like watching you dance with other men," he growled as you pushed down onto his thigh harder, dragging your soaked pussy along the dark fabric of his pants. Craving the friction and already desperate for him.

"I-I'm...." You were losing what your wanted to say as he again pressed rough kissed over you'd neck, working down into the cleavage of your dress. You moaned softly at the feel, and bucked into his body. His hands on your hubs suddenly stilled you.

"You're going to cum on my thigh little girl," he said darkly. "But first I think I need to remind you who I am."

Suddenly you felt cold metal touch your inner thigh, as his other hand ripped your flimsy panties from your core. He shoved the lace in his pocket as he spread your slick around your weeping hole, before working you open on his thick finger. You responsive body was preening under the attention, and you eagerly bucked into his hand as his palm grazed your clit.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet," he groaned his head falling into your neck. "Whose got you this wet?"

"You do," you moaned out. "Only you."

"Yeah?" He asked, making you whimper as he removed his hand. He slowly worked the cold barrel of his gun into you soaked channel, as he did that he sucked your juices off his finger.

He worked you until the barrel was seated inside you fully. Before he left it there running his hands along your inner thighs and occasionally grazing your sensitive bud. He was teasing you while your cunt quivered around the gun, you felt so full and stretched around it.

You didn't even notice as Jamie pulled out his phone, but when you saw him take a picture of your body split open on his gun you could've cum right then. He smirked when he saw your hungry eyes watch his every move before hiking you up further by pulling your legs over his hips. You moaned as he nuzzled his face into your neck again and worked his mouth over your favourite spot. You knew well that he'd leave a dark bruise there, and you craved it. You craved that mark of ownership maring your skin. Just the idea made you groan with arousal.

You shuttered as your back brushed against the rough wall in the hallway of the nightclub. The exposed back of your dress creating space for the wall to scratch your delicate skin.

"Please you begged," as Jamie's large hands teased you mercilessly, the warmth a sharp contrast to the cold metal in your soaked cunt.

"You want to act like a desperate whore," Jamie growled in your ear, pushing further into your body. "I'll treat you like a whore." He pulled the gun back just enough, before pushing it roughly back into you. "You'll get off on my gun right here, or I'll make sure you don't cum for weeks little girl."

You sobbed. It was rough, and degrading, but it felt like heaven. You wanted to hate this, but the feel of Jamie's hands on you, as he fucked you with a weapon was indescribable. You wanted more, and yet with a flex of his wrist you felt yourself quiver as you orgasmed all over the shiny metal.

"JAMIE," your cried out as waves of pleasure wracked your body.

As you came down he worked the gun out of you before sliding it into the waistband of his pants. He slowly dragged your cunt along his thigh as you just watched, completely blissed out. He grinned at your expression as you went from being in a post-orgasmic haze, to being fully aroused again, to thrashing against him as you came violent with nothing in your oversensitive core.

He let you come down, cooing in your ear has he did so, "Such a good girl for me." He rubbed soothing hands over your arms and back as he just held you.

Once he'd given you a moment to recover he slowly set you down on shaky knees. You watched him as he pulled the gun out and wiped it off, before pulling the clip from his back pocket and reloading it. You gazed at him shocked as you put it together.

"It wasn't loaded?" You asked, causing Jamie to laugh.

"You thought I'd fuck you with a loaded gun? Come on baby, I told you I'd engage your fantasy I'm not putting my favorite girl at risk," he said with a smile. "Now come on your going to keep my cock warm while I finished working out some more details."

He grabbed your hand and escorted you back to where he'd been all night. He was unashamed as he unzipped his cock and impaled you on it, as you stifled a moan as you settled into his chest. You peppered kisses along his neck as you allowed his beard to tickle the side of your face as he spoke. You felt yourself slowly soaking him as your juices slicked out of your body.

Every once in a while Jamie would look at you and smirk as he felt your walls flutter around him. You were on edge and desperate for friction. By the time you were left alone, realizing that the club around you had closed and it was just you and Jamie you were borderline feral for him. You moved to get off of him, so he could take you home and fuck you, but instead powerful hands held you in place. You looked at Jamie, shocked, before he lifted you slowly and brought you back down roughly.

You understood what he wanted and slowly tucked your knees under you. You worked yourself up his cock, before the hands covering your hips brought you back down. Your responsive body trembled at the give and take you were doing with him. His eyes never left you, watching as you worked yourself to the edge again, he wanted to see you come undone.

With no adrenaline in your veins this time your climax came softer, more subtle, you whimpered out as your body quaked around him. Jamie groaned and pulled your lips to his as he reached his own peak. Once he'd calmed himself he slowly lifted you off I've him. Tucking himself back into his pants he slung a lazy arm around your waist before nodding at the bartender you'd dealt with earlier. He threw some cash on a table and ordered him to lock up. You felt you face heat as you realized you hadn't been alone, but ultimately you didn't care.

It had been a good night.

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[hoe-doroki]

Hi there! I don't think I've requested anything from you before ( my memory is awful though)

Anyhow I was wondering if I could get some Izuku smut with a female reader.

The scene is youre out with your girls, ( mina, hagakure, Momo) at the club having a good time. You see this green eyed stranger looking at you across the room.

His boys hype him up to ask you to dance and it ends up turning into following him back home ( I LIVE for soft dom! Deku!)

Thanks for taking the time to read and answer this!

Ugh, sorry this took so long, nonnie! You sent this in just as I was being eaten alive by a fic that’s wayyyyy longer than it needs to be. But I’m here now and you said the magic words: soft dom. Yesssss. I went college!AU for this and I hate clubs (drinking, dancing, flirting, no thanks) so I projected that on the reader a bit. Oopsie! It was hard to keep Izuku in character for this, but I did my best. Anyway, hope you like!

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, Kaminari and M*neta leering, spanking, slight exhibitionism, alcohol (not drunk sex, though), dirty talk

rating: explicit, 18+

wc: 5k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Sometimes people looked at you, Mina, Momo, and Tooru and wondered how you were friends. People who had only known each of you as you were in college could never put it together. But the answer was simple: you’d been friends since high school. You were rapidly becoming different people, but those three were still your girls through and through.

That was how you, Mina, Tooru, and Momo ended up in the club that day. Two friends who really wanted to go—Mina and Tooru—and two friends who really didn’t—you and Momo. These things happen when you become friends years before you could be allowed in any club. Your college friends never would have invited you on an excursion like this—hell, none of them would ever be seen at a club either. But when Mina and Tooru showed up at your door begging you to go out and experience your twenties, you couldn’t say no. Now you were spilling out of the car Mina had called and walking on high heeled booties to a club you’d heard of but never been to.

“Obviously you actually wanted to go, Momo, otherwise you wouldn’t be wearing a top like that.”

Tooru wasn’t hiding the fact that she was ogling Momo’s very prominently displayed chest, all but bursting out of the deep v-neck she had paired with a short skirt.

“It’s only sensible for me to wear a top like this,” Momo said, her voice firm despite awkward fidgets to put her breasts a little more away. “Places like these are so hot that a shirt with a higher neckline would be soaked with cleavage sweat in a minute.”

“Mhmm, right,” Tooru said, flouncing away in her own crop top and shorts, eager to enter the club.

You’d gone simple, just tossing on a bodycon dress that you’d ordinarily pair with a sweater and tights, but that Mina had convinced you to wear on its own tonight. You crossed your arms, the chill of the evening seeping past the thin fabric even just in the short time it took to get from the heated car to the sweaty bar.

Tooru had run to the door and was nearly bouncing, waiting for the rest of you to catch up. Mina jogged over to her, looking the coolest of all of you in her black mesh crop top with nothing but a bra underneath and shorts that had the lacy scalloped hem of her underwear peaking out the top of. You hurried after them, just eager to get out of the cold. Tooru whipped the door open and the three of you piled in all at once, flashed your IDs, and then you were in.

The sound of the bass had thrummed loudly even outside, but once inside, your senses were overloaded. The music was deafening, the smell of alcohol bitter and heady, and the heat of sweaty bodies oppressive as Mina grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the crowd.

Even with Mina clearing the way, you had to elbow your way to the bar. This was the easiest part of the night—a task, something to do aside from trying and failing to work up the nerve to dance. Over the music, you yelled, “Whiskey ginger, well is fine,” to the bartender and turned to your girlfriends.

Mina and Tooru were already swinging their hips as they waited for their drinks, shimmying against each other to the beat. You and Momo were a little stiffer, not quite having the nerve or confidence to let your bodies be taken by the music.

“Girl’s night!” Mina cheered once everyone had a drink in hand. Glasses clinked and Tooru took a healthy gulp of her drink

“Can’t dance if you’re worried about spilling your drink,” Tooru said.

“Not with that attitude!” Mina said. She thrust her beer bottle in the air and then grabbed Tooru’s hand and the two of them stumbled into the mass of writhing bodies.

“You gonna follow them?” Momo asked, chewing on the straw of her drink.

“Not yet.” You had to shuffle away from the bar to make room for other patrons, moving to lean against one of the walls. “Maybe a bit of liquid courage.”

“It probably would have been wiser to do shots.”

You looked around, noticing how many people were already sending glances Momo’s way. You could draw direct lines all around the room between men’s leering eyes and Momo’s partially exposed chest, already beginning to glisten with sweat. You pursed your lips. It was nice to have Momo around as a fellow shy dancer, but it was discouraging to always be the one next to the prettiest girl in the room. People were looking right through you.

“You’ll probably get some sent your way soon enough,” you muttered.

“What?” Momo asked, her voice loud over the music.

“Nothing!” you replied. You squeezed the lime wedge into your drink and swirled it, drinking thirstily.

You hoped for one of two things. For the night to pass by quickly or for, unlikely though it was, something exciting to happen. Bars and clubs were predictable. Just once, you wanted to be surprised.

“Woah, look at her.”

Midoriya tried and failed to follow his friend’s gaze into one of the dark corners of the bar. Mineta was a good foot shorter than Midoriya, so it was hard to tell exactly where his line of sight was taking him. Kaminari seemed to hone in right away, though, pointing eagerly at the wall near the bar.

“Good find, Mineta,” Kaminari said. “Damn she’s hot.”

Midoriya followed Kaminari’s finger and noticed two girls huddled close together, sipping their drinks and observing the crowd, occasionally leaning over to talk to each other. One was dressed in a top and skirt and the other in a tight dress. The second girl’s hips were moving to the beat just slightly, as though she might not even know herself that she was doing it. She laughed at something her friend said, smile opening wide and fearlessly.

“Wow,” Midoriya said, eyes locked on her.

“What, did Mineta finally find a girl to meet your ridiculously high standards?” Kaminari asked, clapping Midoriya on the back.

“Maybe,” Midoriya murmured, watching as she waved to some other girls in the crowd.

“About time,” Mineta said. “I’ve never seen more perfect tits in my life.”

That snapped Midoriya out of his focus and he looked down at his friend, whose eyes were unblinking, scarily locked straight ahead. “What?”

“That plunging neckline perfectly showing what it would look like if I had my hands on either side of them,” he continued, his voice distant. Luckily, Kaminari smacked him upside the head.

“If you’re saying it loud enough to be heard over the music, you’re saying it too loud,” Kaminari chastised. “Besides, if Midoriya finally found a girl he likes, you should give him first dibs.”

“What?” Mineta asked, turning towards Kaminari, outraged.

“Wait, wait, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Midoriya said, waving his hands in front of him before his friends could have it out. “The girl I was looking at isn’t wearing a plunging neckline. Look there.”

Midoriya pointed in your direction as subtly as he could, smiling as he caught another glimpse of your beautiful laugh.

“Oh, her friend,” Mineta said.

“Yeah, that tracks,” Kaminari added, looking between Midoriya and you. “Well, you should go for it, man! Try your luck!”

Midoriya looked at Kaminari, brows furrowed. “Did you guys invite me just to get me laid or something?”

“Of course not,” Mineta said. “Your innocent face makes us look less like two fuckboys and the girls will trust us more. You’re our cover.”

“Purely selfish reasons then, okay,” Midoriya muttered. “Okay, yeah, I’ll go talk to her.”

“Do it!” Kaminari said, giving you a thumbs up. He kicked the back of Midoriya’s calf and sent him tumbling into the crowd. Amidst a song of sorrys, Midoriya made his uncertain way toward you.

Three men had already tried their luck with Momo in as many songs. She’d kindly refused each advance—no level of drunkenness had ever led Momo to so much as a sloppy makeout and you weren’t sure how many times hell would have to freeze over for that to change. You joked about each of the guys and their sad pick-up attempts, but, still, it had you feeling low. None of the guys even pretended to be interested in you. They went straight for Momo, trying their darndest to keep their eyes on hers and not drift south.

“Hello, uh, miss…”

You nearly rolled your eyes as you looked up from your drink, half gone already, to find another sucker that Momo would have to reject. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you were struck by how different this one was from the others. He didn’t look like the usual meathead dude-bro who swung by. He had a round face and freckles smattered under the roundest green eyes you’d ever seen. He looked sheepish already, anticipating the rejection he’d get from talking to a girl so far out of his league.

You felt the jolt of an elbow in your ribs and looked at Momo who was giving you intense eyes, eyebrows raised. She looked at you and then at the boy with the green hair, tilting her head, and suddenly you realized that you were “miss.”

“Oh, hello,” you said, unable to hide the confusion on your face.

“I’m Izuku,” the man said, smiling softly at you. “Would you, um, care to dance?”

You smiled. It sounded like this boy was expecting a waltz instead of the hips that were grinding against each other in the middle of this dance floor.

“I’m… not sure,” you said, so unfamiliar with the procedure here that you were floundering.  “You see, I don’t really dance.”

The boy breathed out what looked to be a sigh of relief and you suddenly noticed the muscles bulging under his t-shirt. His cute, innocent face was hiding a man who was seriously stacked. “The truth is, I don’t usually dance either. I was pressured into coming here by some friends.”

You looked over at Momo. “We know the feeling.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get your names,” Izuku said, suddenly looking between the two of you.

Momo looked at you for a second then said, “I’m Momo and this is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Izuku.”

“You as well,” Izuku said to Momo before turning back to you. “You know, the thing about dancing is that if you just start and let go of everything, it can actually be kind of fun.”

This boy sounded just like Mina, the same argument she made every time she dragged you and Momo to one of these things. Sometimes you managed to let your guard down enough to enjoy it, sometimes not.

“It’s also more fun with someone else.”

Izuku was looking at you hopefully, and that just made his eyes even wider, such a dark forest green in the dim light of the club. You could feel yourself being pulled to him, like a string between you growing taut when Momo put a hand on your arm. “I’ll hold your drink and just come back when you want it, okay?”

Momo was giving you an intent gaze and you knew she was offering you an out. Try dancing with the boy and, if it wasn’t turning out well, say that you needed to go back to your friend. Easy.

“Okay,” you said, taking one more sip before handing your drink off to her. Then you extended you hand toward Izuku, who took it with his broadest smile yet, and led you into the mosh pit.

There was no sign of Mina or Tooru anywhere, haven fallen invisible in the throng of people. So it was just you and Izuku and a hundred strangers, all feeling the music sync with their heartbeats and then their hips, sending them moving.

You started facing each other, your hips moving from side to side, the rhythm slowly moving up so that your shoulders were shimmying, head bobbing. Izuku grinned, bopping along excitedly. He wasn’t a smooth dancer, not cool or rhythmic, but he didn’t seem to care. He put his hands lightly on your hips, encouraging you to move a little more. Asking you to let go.

You let your hips follow his touch and laughed when he rocked you from side to side, totally out of line with anything that might be sensual or suggestive. It was silly and you realized that maybe you’d been putting too much pressure to look a certain way, to be a certain kind of person. Music was for everyone, dancing was for everyone. Izuku seemed to know that already.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, giving yourself into the joy as the two of you rocked, free of expectation or anyone else’s experience. Before you knew it, the music had changed, the next song slightly slower, and your motions smoothed out to match. Izuku slid one of his hands back into yours and raised it over your head, initiating a turn. You went along and the next thing you knew, your back was pressed against his muscular chest, hips moving in tandem.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Mhmm.”

You could feel all corners of him pressed against you and you couldn’t help but push back into him. His chest was broader than it seemed, and you could feel the crease of his pecs, of his abs. His hands were on your hips, strong arms brushing your sides. You brought one hand up to touch his bare bicep, feeling how hard it was even unflexed.

Suddenly, you could feel Izuku’s breath on your jaw, the flutter of his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. You tilted your head, exposing the long column of your neck to him. He took that as invitation enough and pressed a kiss to it. He kissed up to your jawline and just behind your ear. He gave the lightest of sucks before you pulled away and offered him your mouth.

He took it eagerly, your lips moving at the same pace as your gyrating hips. You lost yourself in the feeling, the anonymity of kissing, hidden in a crowd of people. The rhythmic dance of your hips lulling you into a kind of easy complacency as you felt Izuku’s hand on the back of your neck, keeping your lips against his. The other one crept forward on your thigh, awfully close to your center, to the hem of your too-short skirt. He never breached either line, though. Just kept his hand there, suggesting where it could go.

“Come home with me,” you whispered when you separated for breath.

“What?” Izuku asked, face flushed, voice just carrying over the music.

You twisted back around so that you were face to face so that you could press your lips right up against his ear. “Come home with me, Izuku.”

You called for a car and sent Momo a text saying that you were going home. You hoped that Momo, Mina, and Tooru wouldn’t want to come back to your shared home anytime soon—Momo was smart enough to figure that out herself.

Twenty minutes later and you were home, you were horny, and you had someone willing and able to solve that.

“You’re not drunk, are you?” Izuku asked while you unlocked the door and ushered him in, kicking off your shoes as quickly as you could.

“Half a drink,” you said quickly. “You?”

“None.”

“Perfect,” you said, and you wrapped your arms around him once again, pulling him in for a kiss.

Izuku did you one better, grabbing hold of your thighs and picking you up like you weighed nothing. Your dress rose up over your hips and your center fell right against his crotch, grinding into it.

You were ready to give directions to your room, but Izuku didn’t carry you further than the living room before slamming your back against a wall and pressing his hips into yours. You gasped at the impact, but it was nothing painful—just surprising. Izuku dug his fingers into your thighs and said, “You seemed awfully eager for this. Desperate enough to handle a little roughness, princess? Or did you think this was gonna be easy?”

The epithet of princess send your heart plunging to your core, heat spreading throughout you. His voice was low, much lower than it had been at the club and your thighs clenched around him. “I thought…maybe…”

He’d been so sweet at the club, shy almost. You tasted his tongue on yours and he hadn’t been lying—no alcohol. The only taste passing between the two of you was the tang from your whiskey ginger. But now his grip on you and the low growl in his voice was telling you another story.

“Do you wanna be rough or do you wanna be a little princess? Or maybe both?”

“Both,” you keened desperately, breathlessly.

“I shoulda known, you grinding down on my cock like that,” he said, nibbling your exposed neck. “Can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?”

He pulled back so you slid an inch down the wall, but his grip was tight enough to keep you from falling any further. Then his hips slammed back into yours, as though you were fucking already.

“Shit,” you whispered as he bit down on your collarbone.

“If you’re good, I’ll give you what you want,” he said. “If you’re not, it’s going to be a very long night.”

That half threat was almost enough to trigger your backtalk, see exactly what he had in mind to turn this night into a long one. But, by the same coin, you wanted to see what he had planned already.

“I’m good,” you whimpered.

“You are?” Izuku asked. “Prove it.”

He pressed his chest into yours, and you felt your breasts flatten against his pecs, your ribs trapped from a deep breath by his thick forearms.

“Strip and suck my cock.”

You unwrapped your legs from his waist and he released you to the ground. Your dress was stretchy and off in an instant, thrown to the floor, panties soon to follow. Then you were on your knees undoing his dark jeans and pulling out his long, plump cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, stroking your hair.

Preening at the praise, you wrapped your lips around your teeth, and swallowed him as far as you could go in one go. You wanted to be a good girl, after all.

“Shit,” Izuku said, keeping a light grip on the back of your head, but letting you do what you want, setting your own pace. You wasted no time with playful licks and kisses, immediately bobbing your head up and down and stroking the rest with your hand.

The noises that Izuku made, little huffs and whines, were cute, showing glimpses of the shy boy who had approached you at the club. He took off his shirt and you could see his abs in all their glory, even better than you’d imagined. As you sucked him off, you brought a hand up to the ridges of his lower abs and rubbed lightly, enjoying the hard muscle. After a trip down to his balls, sucking one into his mouth and you kept up your firm strokes, Izuku pulled you off, breathing heavily.

“That’s good. You’ve proven that you’re a good girl, princess.”

“I did?” you asked shyly, giving his cock a long lick just to make sure.

“Yes,” Izuku shuddered. “Stand against the wall.”

“Here?” you asked.

There were windows all over your living room, giving a clear view to the street and, more importantly, from the street into your apartment. More than that, there was no telling when your housemates would get home and, even if they knew you’d brought a boy home, they’d hardly expect him to be fucking you in the living room.

“Was I unclear, princess?”

“No,” you said, and you went to stand facing the wall. Izuku came up behind you and knocked your legs further apart, and then reached in front of you, rubbing two fingers from your slit up to your clit in a couple firm strokes. You gasped, your head falling forward, but before you could get used to the rough touch, he was gone.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” he asked casually.

“In my nightstand,” you said, moving to stand straight. He pushed your hands back against the wall, warning you not to move.

“Which room is yours?”

“The far one on the left,” you said, only turning your head to look over your shoulder.

“Good,” he said. “Don’t move.”

Then he was gone, leaving you naked, legs spread in your living room. You could feel how drenched you were—Izuku had taken a whole globule of your wetness and spread it all over your pussy. Now, standing spread, you could feel the cold air from the room on you when all you wanted was heat.

Izuku took his time in coming back, slow footfalls making their way back to the living room. You saw a box of condoms drop on the couch next to you and heard the telltale sound of one of the packages being ripped open. The next thing you knew, Izuku’s hands were on your hips, just like at the club, only now his cock was free, sliding in the slick of your pussy.

You gasped, pushing harder against the wall and thrusting your ass back toward Izuku. “Please,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you don’t have to ask,” Izuku said casually. “I know exactly what your slutty pussy wants. I can feel it dripping all over my cock. And you’ve been very good, princess, but that doesn’t mean that you’re in charge. Understand?”

“Yes, Izuku.”

You were pushed forward by the sudden force of a slap against your ass, then Izuku’s chest pressing firmly back into yours, his teeth by your ear. “Yes, who?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

“That’s better.”

He went back to thrusting, one of his hands snaking around your front, through your curls to spread your lips. Your puffy clit was exposed to the air and Izuku’s fingers spreading the skin provided just the slightest bit of pressure, but not nearly enough. You whined, bending more into him, aching for more contact than the occasional brush of his cock skating across your clit. But you wanted to be a good girl too.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Izuku said, his thrusts coming to a stop as the head of his cock butterflied your opening. “You’ve been very patient. Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You groaned in relief as he split you open, sinking into you just as he pulled his fingers in a hard, slow stroke up your clit.

“You like that, princess?” Izuku asked, making his thrusts slow and deep, his finger’s strokes on your clit languid and intentional.

“Yes,” you moaned, rocking your weight back onto your heels as you met Izuku’s every plunge.

“You feel so good,” Izuku said, his voice becoming softer and more breathy as he got lost in the feel of you. His right hand began spinning circles on your clit, the left wrapped around your middle, fingertips rubbing almost tenderly along your side.

You could only pant, leaning your head back on his shoulder as Izuku’s thrusts sped up, your climax rising within you. “Fuck,” you murmured as his left hand fell to your hip, changing the angle so that he was now pounding your g-spot with every go. He continued like that for a minute, each hit bringing you higher and higher until he suddenly stopped.

“What?” you asked, and the next thing you knew, you were being pushed to the arm of your couch, a hand to the small of your back pressing your spine parallel to the floor, and—before you knew what was happening—he was back in you, going full speed.

You gasped, your head falling down, nipples rubbing against the fabric of the couch as your tits were sent swinging. That sensation caught you, sending fresh sparks through you.

“Are you close, Princess?” Izuku breathed, his quick thrusts breaking his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“Touch yourself, then.”

You followed his instruction immediately, snaking your hand down to your clit and rubbing it with your practiced touch. The feeling of your cold fingers against your scorching clit, Izuku’s hot cock railing in and out of you, and the occasional spark of your nipples rubbing against the couch had you on the edge of your peak in no time.

“You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum on my cock?”

“Yes,” you whispered, the heat in your stomach burning, almost unbearable as you reached your cusp.

“I’m close too, Y/N,” Izuku whispered. “God, you’re so perfect.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your shoulder just as you shattered around him, keening as you rubbed yourself through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he said, and you felt his thrusts become jagged, barely leaving you every time before plunging balls deep back into you. He shuddered and, before long, he finished too, taking slow, easy thrusts in and out of you before falling fully on your back, wrapping his arms around your middle.

He stayed there for just a moment before pulling out, taking off his condom and knotting it. You’d collapsed onto the arm of your sofa, face falling down the side as you tried to get your breath back under you, the feeling back into your legs.

“Was that too much?” Izuku asked, his voice soft and gentle again as he came in front of you, gently putting his fingers under your chin to bring your face back to him.

“No, that was amazing,” you said.

Izuku smiled and brought your lips to his for a quick kiss. “I’m glad. Where do you keep your water glasses?”

“Cabinet above the sink.”

“Great.”

Izuku gave you another kiss, this time on the cheek, and then he was gone. You stayed still for a few more moments, your breath back in both hands, the heat seeping from your face slowly but steadily. You pressed yourself up, curling your spine like a cat to fight against the deep sway you’d had against the couch and the wall and gave a little shimmy to work out the kinks. You took a quick trip to the bathroom, then you went around and scooped up all the pieces of clothing that had been thrown hither and yon and carted them back to your room. You’d just flipped on the light switch and dropped them in a pile on the floor when Izuku came back with a glass of water and a wash cloth.

“You got up,” he said.

“I just didn’t want my roommates to get home to find me fucked out against the couch,” you said with a smile, taking the glass he handed to you. “We have house rules.”

“That’s fair,” Izuku said as you took a glug of water. “Lie back on the bed.”

His voice was far less demanding than before, but you went along anyway. You set the water glass on the nightstand and then lay down, allowing Izuku to spread your legs. Some of the old heat returned to your face and you looked away from him as he took the washcloth to your center.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” he said.

“It’s just different,” you squeaked. “After we’re done…In the full light and you’re just down there looking at me.”

“It’s only for a moment longer,” Izuku said as he cleaned you. True to his word, he took the washcloth away after a moment, pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and said, “You’re beautiful.”

The washcloth was added to the stack of clothes on the floor, and then Izuku was back in front of you, running his fingers lightly along the outside of your thigh.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said softly.

You sat up, putting a hand on his arm. “Stay.”

“Can I?”

His eyes were wide and innocent, like he hadn’t just fucked you raw in plain sight of the neighbors. Like he hadn’t spanked you and called you princess.

“Of course,” you said.

“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Cuddling is kind of my favorite part.”

“Is it, now?”

“I’ll prove it,” Izuku said, flipping off the light and climbing into bed behind you as you settled in. Then he had you wrapped tight in his arms, pulled flush against his chest. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh into your neck and said, “It’s just the best.”

“It kind of is,” you said, snuggling back against him.

There were a few more murmurs shared between you two but, slowly, the words fell loose, eyes falling closed. Your breathing evened out, and then there was nothing but Izuku’s arms and breath around yours.

“There’s a box of condoms on the couch!” you heard Mina screech a couple hours later, jolting you out of your deep sleep. You felt Izuku’s arms tighten protectively around you as he too let out a sharp intake of breath. “Our girl fucked!”

“Ooh, what a surprise!” Tooru cheered.

“Out here?” you heard Momo groan, her voice much more tired than Mina’s or Tooru’s.

“Dammit,” you whispered, and Izuku giggled behind you.

“That was my fault, I’m sorry.”

“Shh, just go back to sleep,” you said. “If we wake up early, we can sneak you out before any of them are up.”

“So long as I get to see you again,” Izuku murmured, nuzzling back into your shoulder.

Your chest warmed and you pulled Izuku’s arms closer against you, gripping them tightly before your hold fell lax in sleep. Tooru was right—you’d gotten the surprise you’d wanted.

“Definitely.”

#ask ana #deku smut #izuku midoriya smut #not/sfw #mha smut #bnha smut

[tempestaurora]

Hi, don't know if you're still doing this but:

2 royal + 52 Marriage of Convenience 

Eddie and Buck 911

2: Royal Au + 52: Marriage of Convenience

alright i've read like four of these in the past two days so i've been trying to think up something original

personally, i'd tell the story of the buckleys, rulers of some made up country like genovia. the buckley king and queen, phillip and margaret, had three children: daniel, madeline and evan. tragically, their eldest grew sick at a young age, and prince evan was born in an attempt to save his life (although the family would never admit that to the world); evan's spare parts, however, must have been defective, for the young prince daniel died, leaving madeline as the heir to the throne

now, here's the thing about being royal: it sucks. no one tells you it sucks, but it does, and madeline (or maddie, as she prefers) and evan know this first hand, especially as maddie grows older and has to start looking for a husband

in walks doug kendall, a neurosurgeon, and by god does the country love him

so much so that evan, once old enough, decides to start travelling, start going around the world, because it's not like he'll be missed, right? he may be the country's beloved prince evan (the brightest smile and biggest heart of any royal they've ever known) - but he's not needed for day-to-day things

so he travels, and when he does, he does it in disguise. no guards, no royal escorts, no private planes. he even goes by buck, because its easier that way - and its not like genovia is a big country, so its not like he's going to get recognised

he's on a tour of the united states when he reaches el paso, texas, where a young eddie diaz, recently abandoned and divorced by his wife, and father to a four-year-old christopher, are struggling to make end's meet

one of eddie's three jobs is as a bartender at the bar that buck wanders into

and by god can they not stop staring at each other

i mean, a hot bartender with just the right amount of stubble who holds himself with innate confidence

and a hot patron with a birthmark above his left eye and an open smile like sunshine is just flooding out of him?

they get to talking real quick

and although buck doesn't mention being a prince, he stays at the bar long enough to hear all about eddie's life and current troubles (isn't the patron supposed to vent to the bartender? buck asks. hey i listen to people vent all the time, eddie replies, it's rightfully my turn)

and well, buck has an idea - a dumb idea, because he's a bit drunk, but an idea all the same

we should get married, buck says

what

buck shrugs. if i'm hearing you right, you just got divorced, your parents are threatening to take away your child - aka the light of your life - and you need insurance and money. if we get married, you're no longer a single dad working three jobs with no insurance - i dunno man sounds like a good idea to me

and eddie's not usually one to do stupid, reckless things, and he fully expects this to backfire in a ridiculous way, but goddammit - he's twenty six, he's allowed to do dumb shit occasionally, and buck is something he definitely wants to do

it takes a few weeks (they both think the other will back out, but neither does) and buck has to get a lot of things sorted privately and quietly, especially in regards to marriage licenses and visas, but idk he's a prince he can fast track that shit, but then the two of them are getting married at a court house, with just christopher and eddie's sisters to witness

(eddie hears buck's name as evan buckley for the first time on the day they get married; he does not recognise it in the slightest. he doesn't care about royals.)

(in those few weeks, eddie is blown away (and a little in love) with how good buck is with chris; there are several near-misses with either of them shirtless, fresh from the shower, or dressed up in a suit; and at least nine moments where they almost kissed but didn't and thought the other didn't want to)

helena and ramon, by the way, are pissed

eddie is thrilled

and everything's great - buck moves into eddie's house, ending his tour of america then and there in el paso; signs lots of documents and makes lots of phone calls; listens to eddie talk about the idea of moving to LA, of being a firefighter, of doing something he's proud of

and after one night when buck carries christopher to bed and tucks him in, eddie watching from the doorway, they return to the living room for eddie to immediately kiss him

buck kisses back, of course

its the next day that the news drops: prince evan buckley of genovia has secretly married a single father in texas

eddie finds out through the newspaper. he looks between it, then buck, then it, and says: what

and buck goes for a smile and says, surprise?

eddie's annoyed for like a minute and a half, but buck is too delightful and charming to be mad at for long.

buck's parents, on the other hand - boy can they hold a grudge

the story ends like this: buck and eddie travel to genovia with christopher; they introduce him around the family, around the country, and genovia is still surprised, but ultimately endeared by the family prince evan has made for himself, unaware that it was built on a dumb, drunk idea.

(what happens when they find out? eddie asks quietly, one night. why would they find out? buck replies. we're married, eddie, and not to be embarrassing - but i've got a massive crush on you, so i'm happy to see where this takes us)

in the epilogue, buck denounces his claim to the throne to move to the usa, LA specifically, and live with christopher and eddie there. maddie follows not long after, publicly divorcing her abusive husband and needing some time away. she eventually goes back, because being a royal may suck, but she's still instilled with a sense of duty towards her people - however, when she returns, many years later, upon her parents' abdication so that she may take the throne, she brings her husband, chimney, and their daughter, jee-yun with her

by that point, of course, eddie and buck are very happy, very in love, and are no longer married out of convenience, but joy

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

#buddie #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #maddie buckley #911 #talk

[koko-bopp]

Flirty Criminal — song mingi

criminal!song mingi X detective!male!reader

Part 3

word count – 4.5K

genre – Mature | Criminal/Cop!au

warning(s) – SMUT, a lil angsty, minor degrading, window sex, slight humiliation, passionate sex

Synopsis – “[Y/N] [L/N] is known famously around his police precinct as the detective that the infamous criminal Song Mingi has a crush on. The detective denies these claims, though Mingi gets into as much trouble as possible just to see him.”

"Fancy seeing you here, detective," Mingi chuckled, immediately noticing you from the colour of your hair.

He didn't expect you to be at his bar, let alone anywhere near his territory after your failed... Date? And it wasn't liked you lived anywhere near his bar, he was on the southside of the city, rich cops with rich lawyer husbands don't drop buy just for a drink.

You hadn't responded to him, and being ignored isn't exactly something Mingi appreciates, "Detective." He frowned, being close enough so you could see him from the corner of your eye. He stood beside you, putting his hands in his pockets of his expensive jeans before noticing something. "[Y/N]... Are you crying?"

Fuck if you knew, you'd been at Mingi's bar for almost an hour, ordered a whiskey but didn't even drink it because you knew what would happen if you did. You'd just been shedding tears, to the point where the bartender called Mingi to see if this was someone he knew.

He does.

"Hey, hey," Mingi repeated to catch your attention. You didn't respond, so he quickly looked over at the bartender, clicking his fingers to him then the door, giving an order for the man to leave.

He did, and now it was just the two of you in the he establishment, Mingi now sitting down at the stool next to yours, "Hey, what happened?"

And you just... You just kissed him.

It wasn't even a kiss, you moulded your lips on his like they were made for each other, pulling him by the necklace that sat neatly around his neck so you could bring him much closer. You parted your lips slightly just so you could get every part of Mingi that you wanted.

He stood up form his seat, turning you around so your back was now against the bench while you were still sitting down, Mingi in between your legs as he gently cupped your face with his hands. He didn't stop the kiss once, both your eyes closed as the moment was just something for the two of you to enjoy. Thousands of fireworks that you were once convinced were dormant now lit aflame.

God, Mingi wanted this for so long. He had a crush on you ever since you tried to arrest him for the first time; you were so dedicated and did your best to sympathize, only for you to threaten him when you couldn't deal with his flirty antics.

"[Y/N]–" He tried to interrupt, but you didn't stop immediately, so he pulled away, holding your cheeks, "–[Y/N], what happened?"

You sniffled, taking in a deep breath as more tears threatened to spill, "He... I–" It was fustrating you, bearly able to form words without crying, "I found him with my partner... In our bed. I was working the n-night shift and–"

Mingi lifted your chin up so you could look at him directly, soft eyes locked with your glossy ones, "Shhh, it's okay, I'll kill the bastard–"

You shook your head, "I never loved him, it won't do anything if you did... I just never though m-my partner would betray me like that..." You gripped onto Mingi's dress shirt, barely able to continue your sentences.

He'll kill the other bastard then.

Mingi took a deep breath, "It's okay. I've got you." He softly traced your skin with his thumb, praying that it would bring some kind of comfort. Watching the detective who was always so strong break down in front of him was worse than anything he'd been accused of. "Why you so far out here then? Don't you have friends you can lean onto back at the north?"

You shook your head, "I wanted to see you. I... I always wanted you, it's just, you know my job I'm supposed to hate you and it's midnight, I didn't want to see anyone else."

Mingi smiled. If that confession didn't provide his stomach with half a million butterflies, then it must be some other medical issue. He bought his thumb down to the bottom of your lip, dragging it down as he stared at his actions, "Do you want me as much as I want you, Detective?"

You nodded, not thinking twice. It was enough for Mingi to place his hand on your thigh and give it a firm squeeze. He watched you gasp underneath his touch, your muscle tensing in lust. "Yes, god, yes."

Mingi traced lines over the material of your jeans, his fingers moving to your inner thigh, "Detective, you're all mine tonight, understood?" The way you melted at his words were too much for him, he was so tempted just to ruin whatever nobility that badge you carried yourself with provided, you were falling in the grasp of Song Mingi, that should be punishment enough. He traced a line down from the centre of your v-line and over your crotch, watching you squirm at his touch was enough for his pants to tighten around him. "It's only my name you think of tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, sir~"

Fuck, that was it. He lifted you off the stool, his hands gripping your ass as you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. His mouth latching onto yours as you two aggressively joined lips. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, breathing inconsistent and your hands held the sides of Mingi's jaw while he carried you to the upstairs of his bar.

"Where... Where are we going?" You asked, eyes half lidded before kissing him back hard.

"Trust me." He pushed you against one of the doors, your bodies flush together with your legs wrapped around his hips as he grinded into you.

"Mingi," You moaned, throwing your head back against the door as you moaned his name. Your hips involuntarily bucked into him. He didn't waste any time to move down to kiss your neck, scraping teeth and a warm tongue across his fresh canvas, placing rough kisses across it as well. Hearing you moan and sigh and try to hold back your desperation was all he wanted. "Mingi... Please..."

"You should know best that anything you tell me will be used against you, Detective," he snickered lowly, feeling you arch your back when he bit down on the spot he was looking for, "I won't forget you begging and moaning my name like a pretty whore."

It earned a small smile on your face. Degrading, but he was also behaving just as loving as he was at the restaurant.

He opened the door, holding onto you tight so you didn't fall, but immediately dropped you on the huge bed by the window.

The light coming from outside reflecting onto you made you look so irresistible to the point he felt himself get hard. Your shirt was now wrinkled and messy and raised slightly to expose your torso, your neck had evident bite marks. You looked like a meal. And Mingi was a victim of famine.

You couldn't help but grow a little prideful at the way he was staring at you, hence why you raised your hands up to drag the shirt higher, stopping at the top buttons as you began to undo them, watching Mingi crawl over on the bed. "I'm all yours, " You whimpered.

Mingi gripped your wrist firmly at the fifth button, though, making you confused in the slightest. He spoke softly, like how a police officer would confront a victim; "I don't know how much I'll be able to back when you look like this," he said, licking his lips. He dragged his gaze all the way to your bulge before dragging it back up to your eyes, "But I want you to scream 'gun' if you ever need me to stop. Do you understand?"

He was definitely more in love with you than you assumed. He was being so considerate and genuinely had your safety as his top priority.

You nodded immediately, pulling him down and bucking your hips up, "I want you, Mingi. Please, you have me~"

Mingi chuckled, bringing his hand up to grip your jaw, "Such an impatient baby. Imagine someone finding out how submissive the honourable Detective is for the man he's trying to put away." He used his other hand to unbutton the remainder of your shirt, even popping the one on your jeans. He watched you close your thighs in embarrassment. Because he was right; you withered under his every touch, not something you're entirely used to. Mingi teasingly palmed your crotch, watching you whimper as he did, "Already hard now, Detective?"

He made you work for it, from taking his cock in your mouth to leaving red and purple hues along your neck, chest and thighs. The scratches you left on his back are bright red and will be a reminder of everything when they sting in the shower. The way he held you, the way he spoke and was both with selflessness and authority. His main emphasis was to make sure you were only focusing on him, not wanting you to have to worry about everything that occurred in the last eight hours.

But fuck, the way you would shiver and jerk every time he touched a sensitive spot, now knowing that your thighs will give in if he kisses them. The way you moan his name like a prayer, the way you practically scream it when you're so close to cumming. You would chuckle when he kisses your nose and upper lip, groan and grunt when he was deep inside you. Fuck, all this was worth the wait. He did his waiting, and now you wanted him too.

Though right now, he had you against the window, your chest against the cold glass as your hot breath was fogging a small part of it. Mingi was flush against your back, thrusting in and out at a simple pace; hearing you beg was beyond attractive, pleading with him to move faster as your hands were firm on the glass and your cock dripping with pre-cum. Hickeys littered literally everywhere on your body, Ming creating more with the way he was trailing kisses down your neck.

"Please, please, Mingi–!" You groaned as he bit down on your shoulder, accidentally jerking forward when he thrust forward particularity hard so his cock hit your prostate. "Please, I'm so close–"

"You already came twice, Detective," He snickered, "Such a needy slut."

He picked up his pace with his thrusts, gripping one of your hips and locking his fingers with yours on the glass with his other hand. He kissed the back of your neck when you couldn't stop your head from dropping from the sudden fast thrusts, "Ah–! Fuck, I'm gonna–" You moaned loudly, "Mingi-! I'm gonna cum–!"

Mingi didn't have time to respond, you released on the window and grinded back against him so he could as well. Your throat was dry from all the screaming and moaning, you could only whimper and whine as all the white leaked from your tip. Mingi slowed down his thrusts, knowing you're way too sensitive to overstimulate any further, "So impatient~"

He came not long after, groaning your name as he did before pulling out when he was done, removing the condom and disregarding it in the trash can. He smiled at you softly as you were lying on your back now on the bed, grinning back at him. "That... That was amazing."

You never actually thought you'd have sex with Song Mingi, let alone for three rounds in the one night.

He made sure you were comfortable and kept his word when he was making sure it was only him you were thinking about.

Mingi bent down to kiss your lips, softly, bringing the thin blanket over you just because he thought it was a good idea. You kissed him back, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek before pulling away gently.

He caressed the hand that was on his cheek, thinking about how thrilled he was that you're actually with him right now, "Do you... Do you want to spend the night? With me?"

You nodded, grinning brightly, "As long as we cuddle."

"What's going to happen in the morning? Will you continue your aim to throw me into jail, Detective?" Mingi asked, looking a little saddened.

"After all this?" You giggled, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. You frowned a little though, your smile disappearing, "You know... If they even think we're seeing each other, I can get into a lot of trouble."

Mingi continued to caress your hand, taking a moment to think, "I'll figure something out. Or maybe ill just get into more trouble so I can see you."

You laughed, shaking your head. He was something else. You pulled him down so you had your head buried in his neck, gently kissing the skin as you placed an arm over his torso. "Just.. Hold me for a bit. I just want you right now."

He did so with content. Holding you close, happy knowing that the feeling was mutual.

"Detective." The Chief had called you into the office. He was expecting something, from the way he crossed his arms and the fact that there was a clear case file sitting on his desk about the man you slept. "Anything you want to tell me?"

Wayne Haulting was a friend of yours, but when he's serious. He's serious. You nodded at him though, "He believes it. My husband is in Chicago well away from here, he doesn't exactly know about the plan, but Song Mingi believed it all."

"You slept with him?"

"Best sex of my life." You chuckled, crossing your arms, "However, I'm Sargent [Y/N], throwing criminals into jail is my job. Mingi thinks I'm in love with him, so it shouldn't be long before he trusts me enough to reveal a few things."

Haulting nodded in approval. "I guess I should congratulate you then. Is it safe to say you have Mingi wrapped around your finger?"

You nodded. You may like him, but the city needs Song Mingi in jail, and that's what you were going to do.

#Oh my lord #im so proud of myself #x male reader smut #kpop #male reader smut #mlm #song mingi x male reader #song mingi #song mingi x reader #mingi x reader #mingi x male reader #ateez mingi #ateez smut #ateez x male reader #ateez mafia au #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #mlm smut

[space-borb]

Bartender

bnha headcannon/imagines!!

yup you guessed it this is a bartender au headcannon I’ll be indulging in this little au since I've had it on my mind for awhile but anyways ill be writing for three characters in this one if you'd like to see more then don't hesitate to ask

Kaminari, Tokoyami, Tenya

Kaminari was pretty used to seeing your face around the bar on Fridays but this week you had been there everyday... don't get me wrong he was pretty excited to see your face but when he noticed you weren't wearing your usual smile when he made a sly comment or even tried to use a cheesy pickup line you simply stared at your drink

“hey hot stuff why the long face” you'd look up to see his smirking face as he slid over your favorite drink

 he would let you be since you wouldn't answer but he’d come to you at last call when he’d start kicking the stragglers that were still there out

“hey y/n?” Denki called out as he slid your half drank glass of gin out of reach sliding into the stool next to you “I know you're to drunk to drive home y/n” he paused when he heard you sniffle “look i may just be a bartender but please whats wrong?”

that's all you needed to tip over the edge as you spilled over letting everything out. You thought it was silly how you let a toxic relationship beat you down like this but as you told Kaminari everything your tears slowly faded away and you felt slightly relived as you talked with him even if you both were just bar friends. he helped you at your lowest and you honestly couldn't thank him enough for it 

since then you and kaminari had gotten closer you would even help him at last call and one night when you both were cleaning up after a busy Friday he would look over to see you smiling as you sang to the music and twirled around thinking about how far you both have come. you both had been dating for awhile when he remembered that night you had opened up to him that fateful night that led you two together. 

“hey y/n” he’d hug you from behind swaying with you as you began to hum softly the broom put to the side as you looked over your shoulder 

“hmm?” you'd hum as he’d press a soft kiss to your cheek as you’d turn in his arms slipping your arms around his neck

“happy anniversary babe”

Tokoyami visits your bar on occasion but recently you've seen his bird face more and more 

you saw on the news about a group of villains had taken some hostages at a bank robbery and one of the hostages had gotten severely hurt since the heroes on site couldn't get to them fast enough.... one of those heroes just happened to be the man sitting at the end of your bar  

you were concerned for the hero but didn't know how to approach him so you did what you did best

“can I get you anything special?” you watched his tired eyes meet yours as he’d silently slide his empty scotch glass back to you

 it was a silent exchange he would stay at the bar until last call you would walk the drunken hero back to his apartment. This happened for a few more days until you finally broke “you know it wasn't your fault” you could see his feathers bristle slightly at your words, he was used to your comfortable silence while helping him walk home even if he wasn't that intoxicated. He enjoyed the company it helped him to think.

“they got hurt and I couldn't do... hic... anything” he spoke sluggishly his voice deeper from the alcohol as he moved to stand against the wall looking down at the ground “its all my fault if i had just..” 

“just what? huh? you did everything you could tokoyami” you interrupted his pity party making him look up at you with widened bloodshot eyes “I know I'm not a hero I'm just a bartender but you need to see that you cant save everyone sometimes things happen you can’t control” you spoke feeling a wave of emotions crash over you as the hero fell into you hugging you tightly his body shuddering from the tears that started to fall.

from that night on you both would talk as you closed the bar at night until he went back to his hero duties, he would stop by often eating lunch with you on his breaks or checking in during his rounds. He was glad you were in his life and tried to show you he appreciated you with these small moments. 

tokoyami poked his head into the empty bar holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers as he watched you mop the floor he tried to make his entrance in quietly hoping you wouldn't notice, until you slipped on the wet hardwood his eyes widened in fear letting dark shadow catch you before you hit the ground. you were prepared to hit the hard floor but the landing didn't happen “what?” you questioned as you opened your eyes seeing dark shadow and tokoyami above you giving them a soft smile “my heroes” tokoyami’s feathers puffed out at your words if he could blush he’d be bright red at that moment. Dark shadow helped you up into a standing position as tokoyami cleared his throat handing you the flowers “I wanted to know if you’d like to go to dinner sometime?”

Iida works late nights at a local bar that just so happens to be a block away from a hospital

the very hospital you just came from and now here you are sitting at the cleanest bar you've ever been in drinking a perfectly made mixed drink

Iida has never seen you before but after seeing your face every night for the past month he began to worry 

“the usual I'm guessing?” he asks you as you shift in your seat the tiredness in your eyes was evident and you still had on your visitors wristband from the hospital

Iida slid over your usual mixed drink and he adjusted the recipe adding less alcohol to it knowing you'd order more. He’d watch you closely making sure he didn't over serve you as he came over to stand in front of you as he washed some empty glasses behind the bar “so i know it may be personal but are they okay?” he asked as he gestured to your wristband as you covered it with the sleeve of your jacket “i uh yeah... atleast the doctors believe he’ll pull through” you spoke softly just loud enough for him to hear it as he nodded, he wanted to try and get more information but decided not to pry.

the next night he had spotted you seated at a both in the corner as he walked in for his shift seeing you wearing an all black outfit to seem dull he could see your head hanging and a few empty glasses. Iida simply made you a cup of coffee making his own as he asked his coworker to take over for the bar as he made his way over to you setting down the two mugs and clearing the table of empty glasses. He sat down across from you sipping his coffee “I may just be a stranger miss but it helps to talk to people sometimes...I know from experience” he spoke as distant memories of his brother in the hospital came to his mind. you sniffled as you sipped the bitter coffee silent tears streaming down your face. 

it took you a moment before you could speak “my brother...he had leukemia he was improving just a bit but he got worse today...” you spoke trying your hardest not break down seeing images of your brother laying in that dull hospital bed with tubes everywhere he didn't look like himself anymore. you spoke to Iida and told him everything.

after that night Iida would text you and meet you at the hospital and walk with you instead of you drinking at the bar. He helped you find some peace and helped you away from a very unhealthy coping mechanism.

he was with you when the day came...when your brother passed away he stood next to you at the funeral because you asked he would do anything for you after these past few months of being together he was there for you at any moment you needed him.

Iida waited for you to show up but what he didnt expect to see was how beautiful you looked standing in front of him that day... its been a year now and your friendship had grown quite strong but he couldn't deny his attraction to you and today just proved it as you stood across from him a smile on your face at your mothers birthday party he could feel a smile grace his face as he slid over next to you slipping his hand in yours, you squeezing his hand as a shy smile crossed your face. 

the end

#bnha au #bartender #tw; alcohol #tokoyami #kaminari #iida #soft #bnha fluff #class 1-a #headcanon #space-borb-writes #tw: cancer #hurt #comfort #tokoyami fumikage #denki kaminari #tenya iida #x reader #mha imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader

[nazariolahela]

Something Domestic: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new TRR AU I’ve been working on. This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: Riley gets to know the other important people in Liam’s life and learns about his past.

“Okay, tell me everything!”

Hana and I sit in our usual booth at the Double Tappe, discussing the events of our first day at our new jobs. She tells me about her schedule and the other teachers she’ll be working with this school year. I then tell her about the literal “run-in” with Liam in the kitchen, and the incident with the paparazzi in the park. She listens intently, pausing every few moments to take a sip of her Whiskey Sour. When I finish, she sits back and exhales.

“Whew. That’s intense. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to make sure we have someone with us every time we leave the house. I’m not worried about being attacked, but if they get too close, I’m worried they might frighten the kids.”

“That’s not what I was referring to.”

Of course, she wasn’t. I know what she’s hinting at and I’m not taking the bait. She was the one who told me to be cautious when it came to Liam. And as much as I want to throw caution to the wind, my job is more important than some mild flirtation with my boss.

“Hana,” I warn.

She throws up her hands defensively. “Look, I saw how you two were the other night. You can’t tell me there’s nothing there. I’m just trying to get you to realize the gravity of the situation. Getting involved with your boss is one thing. Him being a prominent figure is a whole different animal. Especially given his current marital status.”

I sigh and take a long pull of my drink. She’s absolutely right. As much as I want to argue with her, I can’t. Especially after what happened in the park this morning. The last thing I need is the tabloids catching wind of my little crush. I drag my hands down my face, wishing I could just disappear into the floor. “I hate that he’s a celebrity in this city. This would be so much easier if he was a nobody. Why does this have to be so messy?”

“You poor, stupid fool.”

“Excuse me?” I jerk my head around and come face to face with a woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She’s wearing a black blazer over a grey skirt and top. She stands next to me; one hand on her hip, and a look that would incinerate me.

“Scoot your ass,” she says, motioning for me to move over. She smirks and takes a seat in the booth next to me. “So, you’re the new nanny.”

“I am. And you are?”

“Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis.”

She holds out her hand to me and I shake it nervously. She then reaches over and shakes Hana’s hand. Hana and I slink back in our seats, eyeing each other. Who is this woman? And what the hells does she want with us?

“I couldn’t help but overhear your little ‘predicament.’”

“Yeah? What’s it to you anyway?” I ask suspiciously.

“Let’s just say I’m an old friend. And I’m very interested in this new person in my friend’s life.”

“You’re a friend of Liam’s?”

She takes a sip of her wine, examining the glass. “You’d think this halfwit bartender would know how to properly clean a glass before serving drinks to his customers,” she states loud enough for the entire room to hear.

From behind the bar, I see Drake shoot her a death glare. “Because gods forbid her Highness has to drink out of a glass with water spots,” he grumbles, then retreats back to the kitchen. Hoo boy, that was awkward.

She rolls her eyes. “Now, where were we? Yes, I’m a friend of Liam’s. Our fathers were business partners a million years ago, so we grew up together. We even dated for a hot minute in college, but we realized we were better off as friends. Then, he married that she-witch.” She chuckles, taking another sip of her wine. “You know, the day he told me he was going to ask her to marry him, I told him he was the dumbest motherfucker alive. You’d think he would have listened to me.”

Hana cocks her eyebrow. “That seems harsh. Even if you didn’t agree with it, a good friend would guide him toward the right path, but support his decision no matter how stupid you thought it was.”

Olivia eyes Hana, smirking. “Oh, sure. If it were anyone else. But that man was so blinded by love and pussy, he completely missed all the signs about her. He wasn’t even her first choice. She had eyes for his brother, but Leo hit it and quit it faster than you can say, ‘Here’s cab money. Now get out.’”

Hana glares at Olivia, then turns to me. “Excuse me. I need to use the ladies' room.” She slides out of her seat and stalks off towards the back of the bar.

“I’m sorry, but why are you telling me this? I don’t even know you.” This all feels weird. This woman I just met is suddenly so interested in my non-existent relationship with my boss, who just happens to be her friend. This entire conversation is completely out of left field.

Olivia shakes her head. “You don’t think I don’t know about his little infatuation over you? We talk every day and he’s told me about you. And now seeing you in person, I get it. You’re young. You’re hot. You’re his kids’ nanny, so the whole idea of pursuing you is taboo. He’s pussywhipped and you haven’t even given up the pussy yet. To be honest, I don’t give a shit about you. I’m just looking out for my friend. He’s still legally married, and I don’t want this to blow up in his face.”

I already knew he talked about me to his friends, but to admit to them he has a thing for me? My head is spinning as I take in the information she’s slinging at me. Before, it was just a stupid crush. Now that I know he reciprocates my feelings for him, I’m not sure what to think.

“Wait a minute. Are you in love with him?”

She laughs. ”Good gods, you're as ignorant as my ex-husband.”

”You were married?”

”Ugh, yes don't remind me. My parents basically forced us into it because it was ’good for business’” she says, making air quotes with her fingers. “The day I married Anton Severus was the day a part of my soul died.”

”Wait...The Anton Severus? Majority Owner of the Lykos Kings?”

She sighs. ”One and the same. The only good thing I got out of that marriage was part-ownership of that damn baseball team. Except I hate baseball. I only keep it to piss him off.”

Hana returns a moment later. She scowls at Olivia as she slides back into her seat. “So, what did I miss?” she asks sarcastically.

“Well, your friend here has the hots for her boss, which I’m sure you already know. I also gather she’s told you about his situation. And to top it off, he’s like a horny teenager over here waiting for his divorce to be finalized so he can make a move on her.”

Hana sighs. “I’m not going to lecture you any more about it. I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” She stands to leave and picks up her drink. “Olivia, pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” she says and moves to the bar to chat up a tall brunette in a blue mini dress who’s been eyeing her all night.

Olivia cocks an eyebrow at me. “You should listen to your friend. She’s obviously the smart one.” She polishes off her glass of wine and slides out of the booth. “Word of advice; keep your hormones in check until the ink is dry. If Madeleine finds out he’s got heart eyes for you, she’ll drag this bitch out until the kids are in retirement homes. Until next time, Riley Brooks.” Then, she saunters away.

“Don’t worry about her. She might seem vicious, but she’s harmless,” I look over to see Drake wiping down the table in the booth next to me. He eyes my empty glass. “Want another one?”

“Actually, do you have Skullcracker Ale on tap?”

“16 or 20 ounce?”

“After the day I’ve had, make it a 20.”

He nods and makes his way to the bar to pour my beer. He returns a few minutes later, beer in hand. He sets it in front of me and takes a seat across the booth from me. “So, you and Liam, huh?”

I groan, dropping my head into my hands. “First of all: there is no ‘Liam and I.’ Second: How many people know about this?”

Drake chuckles. “Not as many as you think. Just Max, Liv, and myself. We’re his three closest confidants, and he trusts us with his life. Even more than his family or that bitch of a wife.”

“Wow. I take it you’re not a member of the Madeleine Karlington Fan Club either.”

“That woman is the devil incarnate. Even before they got married, she was always chasing the ‘next big thing'. He told you why they’re splitting up, right?”

“Yeah, he said she cheated on him with one of her co-workers,” I reply.

He holds his finger up and walks over to the bar. Grabbing a tumbler, he pours himself two fingers of whiskey, then returns to the table. He sits down and sighs deeply. “Sorry, I need a drink for this. So anyway. Yes, she slept with one of her co-workers, but what Liam didn’t know is that it wasn’t the first time.”

“Olivia said she also slept with his brother.”

Drake nods. “Leo and Madeleine ‘dated’ for a few months the summer after we graduated college. Leo was only interested in a fling, but Madeleine was madly in love with him. After he dumped her, she started dating Liam to get back at him. The problem was, Liam fell in love with her. They dated for three months before he moved her into his penthouse, and they were engaged six months after that. They married less than a year later, and she got pregnant with Charlotte shortly after. Come to find out that she was messing around almost the entirety of their seven-year marriage.”

I gasp. “Oh, my gods. Are the kids his?”

“Yes, thankfully. One look at Philip, and there’s no question he’s Liam’s. He’s the spitting image of him as a child. Charlotte looks more like Madeleine, but he had a paternity test to be sure. Especially since she’s asking for full custody and child support in the divorce.”

I shake my head. Good gods, I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around how dysfunctional their relationship is. What’s worse is there are kids involved. Thank goodness they’re too young to comprehend what is going on with their parents. I take a pull of my beer. “So how long have you and Liam known each other.

“Liam, Max, Liv, and I have all been friends since high school. He and I played lacrosse together sophomore year. He and Liv dated for a few months in college. They fought all the time because she’s stubborn as hell.”

“Was it serious? Liam and Olivia?”

He grins. “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?”

“N-no. I’m just...curious. Do I need to worry about a crazy ex stalking me?”

“I’d be more worried about Madeleine firing your ass and ruining your chances of getting another nanny job than I would be about Olivia harboring feelings for Liam. Deep down they love each other, but it’s not romantic.”

I nod and take a sip of my beer. Why am I jealous? Liam isn’t mine, so I have no right to be envious of Olivia or their relationship. Besides, if she was really after him, I’m sure she’d crush me with her bare hands for trying to step in and take “her man.” OMG, listen to yourself, Riley. He’s your boss, not your boyfriend. That means he’s technically off-limits.

“So, what does Liam’s family think of all this?” I ask.

Drake chuckles, but there is no humor in his voice. “Constantine is the one who encouraged Liam to marry Madeline. He said marrying a girl like her would convince investors to do business with the company because it would paint Liam as a ‘family man.’ He knew about her and Leo but said that it wouldn’t matter because Leo wasn’t the settling down type. Leo was actually supposed to take over the family business after college, but he gave that up to travel the world. To be honest, the company is in better hands under Liam. Their revenue went up like 25% last year.”

“Is that a good thing?”

He shrugs. “I guess. At least that’s what everyone tells me. I don’t know jack about multinational investment companies. Hells, I barely know the ins and outs of running a business.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “But you’re a business owner. Don’t you think you should at least know the basics of running your own business?”

“Yeah, probably.” He notices Hana and her new lady friend flagging him down and gets up from the booth to move back behind the bar. I leave my booth and take a seat a few stools away from Hana. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her lean in and whisper into the woman’s ear, the two of them touching each other’s arms and giggling. Get it, girl!

“So, what made you want to open your own bar?”

He finishes making their drinks, then moves down the bar. “It’s always been my dream to own my own bar. There was this place called The Laughing Seal where we used to drink when we were in college. It burned down about five years ago. Most of the place was destroyed, but the bartop managed to survive. Liam’s dad knew the owner and convinced him to let me buy the bar when I opened the Double Tappe.” Drake says, running his hands along a charred spot on the bar.

“I’m glad you found your passion. And I’m glad you give us a place to unwind. You’re like a modern-day Sam Malone.”

He snorts. “Except I suck at baseball and the ladies don’t fawn over me like that.”

I smirk and glance up at the clock on the wall. Holy shit, how is it already 9 p.m.? I reach in my purse and slap two $20s on the bar top for my tab. “Thanks for the chat, Drake. I’ll talk to you later this week.” 

He nods. “No problem. And for what it’s worth, don’t let the whole Madeleine thing bother you. If you and Liam are meant to be, it will all work itself out.”

I shake my head and turn to Hana, who is currently exchanging phone numbers with the brunette. “You ready to head out, girl?” I ask her.

She leans in and whispers into her companion’s ear before standing up. “Yep, let’s go. I have to finish putting my lesson plan together for the year. See ya, Drake.”

He waves to us as we exit the bar. It’s late August, so the weather is still warm. We decide against hailing a cab and trek the 10 blocks back to our apartment. As we walk arm-in-arm, Hana tells me about her new lady friend. Her name is Meghan and they’re going out this weekend. She grins from ear to ear as she talks, and I can’t help but feel joy for her. All the pressure she gets from her parents to find a man, it’s about time she lives for herself. If my best friend can find happiness, maybe there’s hope for me as well.

Right?

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Wicked Games [M]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: You’re at a bar to drown your sorrows but a mystery guy ends up giving you the time of your life. The thrill is what you’ve been craving to suppress the pain and the guy has every intention of giving it to you. [AU]

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sexual Themes/Dirty Talk/Voyeurism

Genre: Smut

You were sitting at the bar sipping your jack and coke and doodling on a napkin trying to escape everything that was wrong with your life. Sure, you were still in high school and you knew later in life when you looked back on this it would seem so small. But for now, it was huge. It was the anniversary of your father’s death and you had just found out your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you. All of that happening in the same day caused you to skip school and use your fake ID to get into some bar downtown. You took two gulps and sat your glass back down and asked for another. The bartender obliged but he still looked at you suspiciously but your choice of wearing a low-cut top seemed to be working in your favor. You raised the glass in his direction and took a drink.

"Man, three drinks and it's not even ten o'clock." A voice beside you caused you to turn and look. A man that had dark hair that looked like he’d ran his hands through it one too many times had a teasing smile on his face.

"Yeah well, it's been a shitty day." You turned back to the bar and continued to draw on the napkin you had pulled from behind the bar.

"Well, we all have shitty days." You snorted if he only knew just how shitty your day had been and the day wasn’t even half over. "You draw?" you looked over and was surprised to see him sitting in the seat next to you. You hadn’t even heard him move.

You cleared her throat, "Umm, yeah. I doodle here and there."

You watched as the guy shook his head, "That's not a doodle. You're drawing a detailed picture of the bar." You shrugged. You had picked up drawing after your best friend had taken a liking to it a few years ago. Jungkook still had way more talent than you did but it turned into something you shared and something you both turned to when going through something.

"It's just a hobby." you waved off his comment.

"Well, it shouldn't be. You're extremely talented."

You just stared at him for a moment, "You're going to base my talent off of a napkin in a bar?" you laughed.

"I just call it like I see it." He shrugged.

“Well, my best friend has a lot more talent than I do.”

The guy held out his hand, "I'm Jimin."

You reached for his hand and shook it, "Y/N."

"Well Y/N, since your day is so shitty how about I buy you a real drink?" Jimin motioned for the bartender. "You like coffee?" You nodded. Jimin smiled and turned to the bartender; "Two Black Russians" The bartender nodded and went to mix the drinks. "If you want to forget about your day then this drink will do its job. Just make sure you don't go overboard. My friend Namjoon ended up in another town and no pants the last time he needed to forget a day. That time he ended up forgetting two."

You laughed you first genuine laugh of the day, "Well if this drink is as strong as you say then you will be my knight in shining armor."

"I live to serve," he smirked and did an imaginary hat tip. You rolled your eyes, "So what's your major at Bangtan University?" You knitted your brows in confusion and he pointed to your shirt. You looked down and laughed realizing you had forgotten you had worn a tank top with the school printed across your chest.

"I’m not really sure. Me and my best friend have both discussed possibly going into art together but I may try and turn it into graphic design or something.” You shrugged. You truly didn't know what you were going to do yet.

"I just graduated with an English degree. My parents wouldn’t accept dancing as a true major so I was forced to choose something else." Jimin winked at you and you felt your cheeks warm.

“I wish I could major in dance, I think my life would be made if I could do that.” You sighed knowing that it was only wishful thinking as your parents had made it quite clear that any arts degree was worthless and ever since your dad died your mother had become stricter over your education.

The smile fell from your face and Jimin halted and looked at you worried and confused when tears welled up in your eyes. "Shit Y/N. Whatever I said to upset you I'm so sorry." You shook your head and wiped at your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Like I said it's just a shitty day." You took a shaky breath and you felt Jimin's hand on your shoulder. You could see the concern in his eyes. "It's the anniversary of my dad's death."

"I'm so sorry Y/N." His hand went to yours and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Even though you had just met the guy you could feel his sincerity.

"You know the worst part of it? I found out today that my boyfriend of three years has been screwing his ex for two of them." You didn't have tears anymore you were just angry all over again.

"Well fuck him. He ruined his chance to be with a beautiful woman who is obviously too good for him." He smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes locked and you were both startled when the bartender sat the two glasses in front of you. "Thanks, Yoongi, just put all of her stuff on my tab."

You were looking everywhere but where Jimin was. You barely knew this guy and yet here you were opening up to him. You hadn't even been this open with Jungkook today after he heard about what happened. You needed to process everything, and you always processed everything better with a drink in your hand. You loved Jungkook for trying but you needed to do this on your own. You saw Jimin slide the drink over to you and raised his glass. "We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don't. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don't!" You busted out laughing at his toast but raised your glass before taking a drink.

"Holy shit!" You started coughing. The drink burned all the way down your throat and you swore you could feel it burning until it hit your stomach. You looked over at Jimin who had a smirk on his face before taking another drink of his own. His face scrunching up as it burned.

"I told you, this will make you forget your shitty day." He had recovered more quickly than you did.

"Fuck, how did you even know about this drink? This is up there with the concoction Taehyung came up with last year." Another one of your friends had decided to take it upon himself to try and find the perfect mix of alcohol that would get you drunk in just one glass.

"Kim Taehyung?" You nodded, "Kid hangs out with my brother."

You raised an eyebrow but before you could even inquire he nodded at your drink for the two of you to take another sip.

You had finished your drink much to your dismay. Jimin had you laughing so much your stomach hurt. He'd gotten on a kick of calling you Jagi after his third drink.

"Hey! he farted on me while I was giving him a blow job and I still stayed with him!" Jimin was practically falling off his stool and could barely catch his breath at your confession. You watched as Jimin wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Oh yeah, he definitely doesn't deserve you. You're too beautiful to be farted on." You both ended up laughing until you were crying again. Once you were able to compose yourselves you held out your hand.

"Give me a dollar; I want to put a song on the jukebox." Jimin obliged pulling his wallet from his pocket and giving you a dollar. You got up and tried your best to walk in a straight line. It was clear that you were completely wasted. You managed to get there without falling on your face. You flipped through the songs but couldn't find one you liked.

"Pick one yet? It's been five minutes." Jimin had wrapped his arms around you and was whispering in your ear. You let a moan slip out and he placed a kiss on your neck.

"I can't pick if you distract me." You mumbled completely caught up in the fact that his lips were on your body. You’d been staring at those lips for the last two hours. Thinking about how they would feel on your lips and body. He pulled away but you could still feel the burning from where his lips had touched. He pulled your arm and turned you around until you were pinned against the jukebox. "Jagi all you've done is distract me tonight. I called off dinner with my brother so I could stay here with you." His hands were on your hips and his thumbs dipped down to run over your hip bones. "So I could touch you." His lips brushed against yours, "In hopes that I could taste you." His hand wrapped around and grabbed your ass. "So I could take you to another place." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against your hips. You finally gave in and grabbed his head and brought it down to yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him hard before pulling back to catch your breath.

"Not here." You didn't want to fuck against a jukebox no matter how hot that sounded. Jimin flicked his eyes over to the bathroom and you nodded. He grabbed your hand and dragged you into the woman’s bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pulled him into another kiss and Jimin hands ran down your back until he cupped your ass and raised you up sitting you on the sink in the bathroom. You moaned feeling him suck on your neck. Your whole body tingled when he touched you. Suddenly his lips were crushed on yours and his tongue slipped in your mouth when you gasped. You melted into the kiss and started pulling at his shirt trying to pull it up. He leaned back and let you pull it off while he worked on yours and threw it to the side before crashing his lips back down to yours. You hooked your leg around him and pulled him closer so you could feel his erection beneath his jeans. You pushed your hips into his body and ground against him. The hand that was running up your thigh squeezed hard and he pulled back staring into your eyes. The look of lust would make any woman fall apart. You felt her panties dampen.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his jeans "Damn Jagi you're going to be the death of me." His voice was deep and gravely and he ran his hand up your thigh and up grabbed your ass. "These need to go." You pulled him in for another kiss as he lifted you off the sink and helped you push them down and step out of them. Once you were free of them his hand slid over your stomach and down to the wetness in between your legs.

"Someone's ready." He sucked on your neck again and you ran your nails down his back roughly. That seemed to push him even farther as he lifted you up and had you against the wall. "If you keep doing that I won't be able to hold back."

You nibbled on his earlobe, "I don't want you to."

Jimin growled and he undid his belt and kicked his pants off. You felt your panties being pulled to the side and you moaned when you felt him slide inside you. The rough fabric from his boxers was pressed against your clit causing pleasurable friction. You ground your hips into him and whimpered.

"Shit, you feel so good." You didn't get a chance to say anything because he started fucking you hard against the wall. You could barely catch your breath and you couldn't control your moans as they grew louder. He covered your mouth with his as he continued to plow into you. He wasn't sweet and careful, he was rough and controlling and that was exactly what you needed.

You were back at school the next day your head was throbbing but you were hoping the two aspirin you took earlier would take care of your headache before you had to go to class. Your head was down on the table in the courtyard when your way too excited best friend sat down beside you.

"So, my brother is back in town."

You lifted your head. Ah, the mysterious brother that Jungkook only saw every other month because he had been in college and served in the military. You’d never actually met him despite how long you and Jungkook had been friends but it never really bothered you. From what Jungkook said he was a lady’s man anyways and would probably try to get with you so he didn’t want the two of you to meet despite how much he loved his brother. "That's awesome Kookie. But can you talk a little lower, I'm about to die."

"Well too bad. We have English next and apparently, there's a substitute teacher, so it should be a breeze." Jungkook pulled on your arm until you relented and stood up walking towards your next class together.

"Earth to Y/N!" You jolted and looked at Jungkook with a scowl. You had been reliving yesterday and had no intention coming back to the present. "Come on." Jungkook dragged you into the class and you took your normal seat with Jungkook seated behind you. You had your head on your desk while Jungkook was chatting away with Tae giving you the semi-peace and quiet you were looking for.

"Alright, guys settled down." You lifted your head up. Damn you were even hearing his voice now; you really needed to shake off the previous day. "I'm your substitute, Mr. Park." The substitute turned around and your eyes locked.

"That's my brother," Jungkook whispered in your ear leaning over his desk sounding like the news shocked him as well.

The two of you continued to stare at each other before Jimin cleared his throat and tried his best to keep his voice normal and kept talking over what was planned for the period. You could feel the blood pounding in your ears. Holy fuck! You’d fucked Park Jimin. You’d fucked Jungkook’s brother. The worst part is you wanted to do it again.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this and it wasn’t too awful. If there are errors forgive me this was written at like 1am. This is my first Jimin fic and I have to say I’m a fan of writing Jimin.

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