#it is decided on a whim. a whim that says to make it face the camera. weirdly consistent. just ignore that lol

[ogwintersmind]

Current boyfriend — Katsuki.

Katsuki hated TikTok with a passion. He had the app on his phone of course- only because you insisted he follow you and he needed to keep up with the trends or whatever. Still, he never really used it.

BUT ever since the two of you had gotten together he'd fallen victim to every trend you decided to participate in—so when the 'current boyfriend' trend started making its rounds, you already knew you had to do it. Katsuki was sitting at the table, eating after a long work day and a shower, minding his own business. But of course - any amount of quietness he had absolutely required his wife to come and "ruin" it by bothering him.

"Kats," you approached him with that innocent expression and that sweet sweet voice - it's all an act of course, and he knew it. "I wanna make a nighttime routine video for my TikTok. With you in it, okay? Please?" He rolled his eyes and let out a long huff, the kind that always came right before he gave in to your whims.

"You're always putting me in these dumb videos," he grumbled, his eyes never leaving his food. Then he spoke again, "yeah, we can film it. Just let me finish eating and we can start.”

Pertect. He'd fallen right into your trap. Like he always does.

You grabbed your phone and turned on the camera. "Okay! I'm gonna film the intro now though."

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered. Still not looking up from his plate (fatty).

The camera focused on Katsuki's side profile as he ate, and you started the video. Putting on that innocent act of just filming. "Hey guys! A lot of you have been asking me for a nighttime routine, so l'm gonna do one tonight. Oh, I'm also gonna have my current boyfriend in the video too."

You barely finished speaking when Katsuki froze mid-bite. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you. "Current? What the fuck? Delete that."

The two of you locked eyes for a long moment. Neither of you is saying anything. You were already trying not to laugh.

"It's just a saying," you shrug. "It's not that serious." Katsuki's expression was one of disbelief. "Just a saying? First of all, never have I ever been so fucking offended." He set his chopsticks down with purpose. "Second, make sure you're listening to this very carefully— I am your husband. Your literal fucking husband, and not only are you reducing me to your BOYFRIEND when we've been married for a year, but you're reducing me to your current boyfriend at that. What, are you gonna have a new one tomorrow?" He was genuinely so pissed off at you right now.

"Turn the damn camera off and try again. I'm actually not joking, Reader." You shut the camera off and give him a small chuckle. "It's just a joke, crybaby. It's a TikTok trend." Of course it was.God, he was so tired of you doing these stupid trends on him. " Yeah, whatever, get out of my face. You're so annoying." He continued eating with a slight smile on his face, knowing that later, you and your supporters would be making fun of him and his reaction in your comments.

Thanks for reading!

I know I haven’t posted in a while 😅 I’ve been very busy (lazy) .

I was gonna do multiple characters but I got too lazy so if you want that then let me know !

see you in the next one friends ♡.

XO- winter ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡.

[bambiens]

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 02 lucky me

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to say you were too embarrassed to even step foot in this place again would be an understatement. yeonjun arguing with the receptionist suddenly became background noise to you.

you became so engrossed within your own thoughts that you hadn't even seen heeseung hastily walk up to the desk, trying to mediate the situation going on in front of you.

it wasn't until you heard a familiar voice start speaking that you decided to look up at the scene, "riki, stop terrorizing our customers seriously – listen i'm so sorry about the inconvenience–"

it was him. you were sure of it – okay, maybe only about 75% sure it was him. you could barely make out what that guy looked like the night you drunkenly tried to get a stupid tattoo. but there was no doubt about it that this was the place.

all you could do was stare at him while you try recollecting the events of that infamous night.

when he finally looks up to meet your gaze, he stops talking and just squints his eyes at you for a second – well, at least that's what you saw before you frantically turned around in shame.

yeah, that is definitely the same guy.

facing the other way, you hurriedly took your phone out to make yourself seem busy; just pressing random shit and going on different apps.

"hey, you back for your free tattoo already lucky?"

the room followed with silence – and then a simultaneous, "huh?" from both yeonjun and the receptionist.

that sentence alone made you shudder completely. you froze for a second before you slowly turned to face everyone again.

you look at all the faces around you; amusement, confusion, and even more confusion.

all you do is let out a sheepish laugh.

grinning, heeseung turns and asks, "riki, could you prep – sorry what's your name again? my bad."

"oh um, yeonjun – it's yeonjun."

"ah yeah, i remember now, jay mentioned you'd be coming today," heeseung looks back at riki, "could you go prep yeonjun for his tattoo?"

riki nods and leads the way to yeonjun, both walking in complete silence, leaving you and heeseung alone.

heeseung quickly breaks the ice, "so, you made your mind up lucky?"

"why do you keep calling me that?" you interject, tilting your head slightly.

he twirls his finger in the air, "your back."

you place a hand on your exposed back, oh. you often forget that you got this tattoo in the first place.

the tattoo was freshly two years old now, but you remember it like it was yesterday.

after getting broken up with by your then boyfriend, you decided to commemorate the start of a new era by getting your first tattoo. your ex-boyfriend was always so over-protective and territorial of you, but you hadn't thought much about it then – you simply listened to him because you trusted him. he was your first everything: first kiss, first boyfriend, and even lost your virginity to him.

so, like any normal human being would, you crashed the fuck out after he brutally ghosted you the day of your first year anniversary. that was essentially the end of your first and only relationship.

from then on, you decided to live your own life, refusing to ever let a man be able to control you – refusing to ever let a man get so intimately close to you as he once was.

so ultimately, you got a cheeky tattoo on a whim to declare independence from men (for the time being). and now you're stuck with "lucky you" carved on your lower back. it's almost a laughable situation, really.

heeseung clears his throat, "hello?"

"oh, sorry, got lost in thought." you blurted, "listen, about that night, i'm sorry. just forget all about it please. i was pretty drunk and didn't know what i was doing."

he raises an eyebrow, "oh really? could have fooled me," letting out a devilish smile afterwards.

you don't know whether to laugh out of embarrassment or anxiety, but thankfully, you didn't have to choose after you and heeseung both hear a loud bang coming from the other room.

"guys, i think he fainted," echoed riki.

.☘︎ ݁˖

the energy in the store shifted when heeseung scolded riki for quote, "provoking yeonjun with the tattoo gun," – making him faint.

the atmosphere was quiet, and especially awkward now that yeonjun was sitting in fetal position in the waiting area, sipping his juice box while holding a cookie in his other hand.

all you could do was lightly pat his back as if it was any consolation.

when riki gets sent to the back for "time-out," you slowly walk up to the reception desk.

"um," you begin, "sorry about my friend collapsing in your store."

scratching the back of his neck, heeseung replies, "don't worry about it, i should be the one sorry. i'm pretty sure riki was trying to scare yeonjun on purpose."

you hold in a laugh.

"yeah," you look back at yeonjun, whose still staring at the ground traumatized, "i don't think he'll be able to get a tattoo today."

"that's no problem at all. sorry for the bad experience," heeseung reassured with a grimaced smile.

"well, i guess we'll get going now," you begin walking back towards yeonjun.

"wait," heeseung shouts.

you look back at heeseung, who is now jogging towards you with something in his hand, "the offer still stands – the tattoo i mean, if you ever want to get one," he hands you his business card.

you accept it, brushing against his hand lightly where you notice "luck" tattooed across the knuckles of his right hand.

you take a quick look at the card; lee heeseung, independent tattoo artist at black heart ink, the store's website, and his personal phone number.

"thanks," you look back up at him before putting the card inside your purse, "i'll think about it."

he nods and watches you pull yeonjun up, dragging him towards the door.

before stepping outside, you look back at him once more, "bye heeseung."

and for the second time, he watches you leave.

"lucky me, indeed," he thinks to himself.

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author's note: if heeseung and yn’s encounter this chapter didn't make sense it’s bc u prob didn’t read the PROLOGUE!!!😾 also does anyone wanna guess which idol will faceclaim yn’s ex (yes, he will make an appearance in the story at some point)🫣 + everytime i start writing like a tattoo i have to play lucky by riize🍀

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[teaandjumpers]

Obikin Summer Camp AU (Camp Director/Counselor)

--- “I’ve had enough of your pranks, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan, irritated.

“You’re a counselor now—not a camper. Act like it.”

He had chased Anakin out to the woods, past the border of the camp, ready to throttle the boy. 

Seven.

Seven pranks, all targeting him. Salt in his sugar dispenser. Honey on his bedding. Furniture on the roof. Each prank growing bigger, more ludicrous, more time-consuming in its clean up.

He thought it would end after a week. That Anakin would get over the fact that he hadn’t been chosen to be the camp’s director. It was a ludicrous notion anyway, the newly-appointed counselor thinking he could be a director. 

Anakin had only been a camper a short four years prior, and despite what Qui-Gon had told the younger man, no one was going to appoint a twenty-one year-old to help manage a camp full of teenagers. 

Not that Obi-Wan wanted the job either. He was doing this as a favor to his former mentor who had decided to pack-up and climb the Himalayas on a whim, leaving the camp without anyone to run it. 

It was a thankless job, and Obi-Wan had spent most of his summer around loud, sticky kids. But he was between projects at present, and his latest book on the evolution of scotch through the ages was doing well enough that he could afford the time off. Plus, after traveling through Scotland for his short documentary series, In Search of Good Peat, he liked the idea of staying in one place for a time. 

So that left him with Anakin, who, as it was when Obi-Wan was a counselor and Anakin a fresh-faced camper, had become his second shadow. 

Every time something went wrong, there was Anakin, a near-indiscernible smirk on his face.

Only a person who knew the boy, had seen him make a similar face when a rival of his caught a softball to the face or slipped on the lake’s deck, would notice it, and Obi-Wan knew Anakin well.

And he was driving Obi-Wan mad. 

Anakin gave him his most innocent look, wide, confused eyes, pouty lips, but they both knew it was an act. 

With more force than necessary, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin against the nearest tree, holding him against it with a sturdy press of his palm against the younger man’s chest. 

“And drop the act, if you would please.”

“What act?” asked Anakin, his voice turning sing-song sweet. “What have I done, Obi-Wan?” 

“He’s a family friend, he’s a family friend, he’s a family friend,” Obi-Wan repeated to himself as the urge to let his hand creep up the boy’s chest to his neck grew. 

Anakin pouted. “A family friend? Are you saying we’re not friends, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Friends don’t make each other’s lives a living hell.”

For a moment, Anakin seemed to consider his words, appearing almost contrite. Obi-Wan kept his palm against the boy’s chest, but just as he was about to pull away, Anakin grabbed his arm, curling one of his hands around Obi-Wan’s wrist. 

“And what do friends do for each other?” he asked.

His voice had grown low, almost sultry, and he began to drag his curled fist up and down Obi-Wan’s wrist. 

It took Obi-Wan’s brain a moment to catch up with his body. His body, traitorous thing that it was, was very very interested in Anakin’s sudden change in demeanor, in the looseness of the boy’s wrist as he worked Obi-Wan’s forearm. 

But his brain recoiled in horror, screaming at him to jump back as soon as he realized what he was feeling.

He scrambled away, falling on his arse just a few feet away from Anakin who was still leaning against the tree, his posture languid as he watched Obi-Wan intently, his gaze unreadable under the moon’s low light. 

“What can I do for you, Obi-Wan?”

[st4rymoon]

⋆˚｡⋆ 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱

★ 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- Tommy hires you as a new bartender on a whim. He was short staffed and really needed a new bartender. Or so he tells himself.

- 18+, nsfw, cussing, arguing, unprotected sex, pet names, dumbification, sexual tension, soft dom Tommy

Tommy was a pain in the ass to say the least. But he could say the same for you. He hired you on a whim, staff was short and he wouldn’t mind seeing a pretty face every now and then.

His fascination with a pretty young thing like you only intensified when you came in on your day off with your girls by your side. You were tipsy, dancing around the bar in your short dress and carelessly making a fool of yourself.

After that day, Tommy couldn’t help but think of you in a way that would breach all professionalism bosses had to have.

“Why’re you still here” Tommy questioned as you stood behind the bar far past your shift. “That other bar tender didn’t even try and clean his space up. And I know he’d blame me for it if you brought it up” you spoke in a bratty tone.

The bartender with a name you didn’t even bother to remember was here before you, making you the outcast in an already tight-nit bar. So he didn’t bother cleaning up, knowing the last time he managed to convince Tommy it was you who made the mess.

“So you weren’t the one who left early last time with your side of the bar a mess?”

“Do you ever sit and think about that situation more? Or are those cigarettes messing with your memory” you scoffed. Tommy bit back with a tsk “Go ahead honey, explain it to me then” he mocked, slipping past the bar door and leaning onto the bar with a look of amusement in his eyes.

“One, I was supposed to leave earlier that day but decided out of the kindness of my heart, thinking I’d help you guys out. Two, when the hell do I use those tacky little umbrellas huh? Or use that shitty fucking liquor that idiot insists on using?” You snapped back.

The silence that followed was telling. You laughed at the expression that washed over Tommy, you were right. He’s never once seen you use umbrellas or the liquor that was scattered all round your usual bar area.

“That lazy fuck always puts his shit on my side. So knowing you’ll always believe him, I couldn’t risk losing this job.” You sighed.

“You should’ve told me this darlin’…” his heart dropped to his stomach as he took in the expression on your face. “Don’t call me honey or darlin’ either. You don’t call anyone else that and if you’re looking for a hookup, I’m the wrong one. I’m grown and can tell when a man’s only trying to get a bone in” you bit as you finished up washing the glasses.

“Hey now” he snapped as you rolled your eyes at him “you think I don’t notice your pretty little eyes looking at me? Or notice how you flirt with me. You sure like playing high school games for someone grown if you can’t come up and ask if you need somethin’” Tommy hissed.

The room was silent. The tension was intense, so thick with anger and sexual tension that it made you both scared to look at each other.

He wasn’t stupid. He could see the way your eyes followed him whenever he made his rounds. He could see the way your thighs clenched each time he’d call you into the office, addressing you as darlin’.

“And what do you think I want?” You cooed with a smile “Think I want you to teach me a lesson? Teach me how to respect my boss?”

Tommy cleared his throat as you made your way to his side “I see the way you look at me too. Matter of fact I could see you staring at me through your office when I was bent over the bar and reaching for the dish rag” you teased.

You inched closer and closer to Tommy. His brown eyes watching you with precision as you were meer inches from his chest.

“And I know you’ll continue to, and won’t do a damn thing about it. Boss”

You didn’t have enough time to react as Tommy’s hand flew to the back of your head, bunching up a handful of hair and yanking you back onto the counter. “Won’t do a thing about it? Oh sweetheart don’t say things you know aren’t true.” He hummed with his mouth up close to your ear.

A low gutteral moan rumbles through his chest as your fingers ran up this sides “I don’t believe it until I see it” the condescending tone you spoke in pushed Tommy over the edge.

His hands were under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter before you could even process what was happening. His lips instantly latched onto yours with a satisfied moan and a growing bulge in his pants.

“Pretty little thing” Tommy grunted out as he ran his hands up and down your body, admiring the way you fit perfectly in his hands.

“Always causing a problem, talking back. I bet you just wanna to be told what to do, don’t you sweetheart?” Tommy mocked with his fingers playing with your panties from under your dress.

You nod eagerly as you caught the thick bulge straining against his jeans “yes” you playfully cooed with your hands playing with his belt “the thing is I don’t see you being the dominate type Mr. Miller. Or should I say the youngest Miller in the family. I think your brothers the one who’s in charge of that” you mock.

Tommy’s hand played with your thighs, his fingers running up and down your skin as he chuckled to himself “if you really think my brother can fuck you better than me, I guess I’ll have to give you something to compare it too yeah?”

You were surprised he didn’t bite back with an argument. And you soon learned why.

You’ve never felt anything so good. So intimate, rough, and dirty. You didn’t know how or when you made it into Tommy’s office but here you were, sprawled out on his leather couch with a cunt stuffed full of him.

He had you in a mating press, legs bouncing above his shoulders as he swayed his hips at the perfect pace. His movements were slow, deliberate, and rough.

“T- mmh ah-“ you couldn’t get a single comprehensive word out, only letting out slurred words and noises as he panted with each thrust.

“Yeah?” Tommy cooed with a drunken smile as he watched you drool and whimper with each of his movements.

You could feel all of him. The curve of his dick, the girth, and the slight twitching of his muscles inside you.

With the position he has you in, balls deep and spread, each movement of his hips was overwhelming. He was hitting all the right places, his lower abdomen rubbing your clit ever so slightly as he pressed as close as he could to you.

Your breaths were ragged and shaky as he picked up his pace “look so pretty sweetheart. Oh?… Yeah? That’s the spot huh bunny” he cooed out as you clawed at his arms.

An accomplished smiled curled on Tommy’s lips as he watched your eyes slowly roll into the back of your skull. “Feel me right here?” He cooed as he pressed his palm onto your lower tummy.

With that, a breathy moan filled Tommy’s ears as you pulsed around him. Your pretty noises encouraged Tommy to keep on going, ignoring your nails digging into his forearms and pounding you into the now slicked leather couch even harder.

You admired Tommy as his hands move to your upper hips, a desperate, pathetic look forming on his face as he finally got a look at the mess between you too.

He savored the image of you under him as your creamy slick coated his dick. The sight of the base of his cock with a gooey ring of your slick is what did it for him. Tommy held onto your hips for dear life as he twitched inside you.

He came with loud moans and pants. Seething at the way you pulsed around his dick like you were trying to suck the soul out of him.

His vision went blurry as he came, your moans, your nails dragging down his chest and the sound of skin slapping adding a layer of desperation to his thrust.

When Tommy finally stilled, he didn’t pull out. He just stared at you, admiring the scene and complete mess the two of you made on his cheap leather couch.