Lmao Eri Getting Kaminari And Y/N To Play Dress Up And She Dresses Kaminari As The Husband And Y/N As

Lmao Eri getting Kaminari and Y/N to play dress up and she dresses Kaminari as the husband and Y/N as the wife and just says 'Now you must marry each other, kiss!" Y/N is todoroki's s/o so Todoroki on the the sidelines is like 'Yeah i think the fuck not.' he's fuming in the background while having the stoic face 😂

A/N: I needed a break from writing long imagines, so here’s some of more usual content. This thing that didn’t need to be a drabble but I’m bored and this is concept is once again gold, so here we are...

It was so refreshing to see the little girl finally behave like well...a little girl. Eri has almost her whole childhood stolen away from her, and it had been a relief to all of 1A to be able to see her finally begin to behave like a happy kid.

After school, when they found themselves having more free time, Eri would occasionally join them for a movie night. Her favorites were Disney movies, the princesses ones stood out in particular. It had been an innocent observation at the ending of both Cinderella and Little Mermaid where the princesses both end the film in white dresses, running off with their princes. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Tugging at (Y/N)’s t-shirt, the older girl turned from the scene to face the little girls starry eyes. “Why are they all dressed up in white?”

“It’s a wedding dress,” (Y/N) explained, with a light giggle, “they just got married.”

Eri seemed confused, so (Y/N) patiently explained the concept of a wedding to a little girl along with several traditions. The dress, the bouquet, the rings, the vows, throwing rice, and several other mainstream ideas. Eri seemed so fascinated with everything she said, her eyes practically sparkling as she nodded jovially.

What she didn’t expect that the little girl would continue her little fascination with weddings and share this fantasy with the big three who were more than glad to help her expand on her interest. She definitely didn’t expect them to turn the form into a wedding chapel.

She especially didn’t expect Nejire and Eri to be dressed up with a few freshly picked flowers from the outdoor flowerbeds, dragging her away to get dressed up. The two girls wrapped her in white sheets in a makeshift dress, and an old white curtain for a veil. Then she realized that she was the bride in this little pretend wedding, which was embarrassing, but she couldn’t disappoint sweet, little Eri.

Eri escorted her down the aisle, all of 1A sitting on the chairs of the fake aisle watching. The girl made the most adorable flower girl, ripping flowers from her bouquet as (Y/N) eyed her supposed groom. Denki Kaminari.

She quirked her brow and looked down at the girl in confusion. Of all the grooms she could have chosen for her, Kaminari was surely the strangest one she could have picked. Especially considering her actual boyfriend was sitting in the back row watching them.

Although, glaring at them would have been a more accurate term of phrase. Shoto may have seemed to be his usual stoic self, but on the inside he was fuming in rage watching his girlfriend walk down the aisle to another man. Even if it was a fake wedding for a little girl. It was unacceptable to even imagine that scenario. Much less be forced to watch it.

Everyone was having fun laughing at Mirio’s improvised and phony wedding sermon and even more laughable half-assed memorized vows. But it all made Shoto’s blood boil.

“If anyone should have a reason why these two should not be wed,” Mirio announced, “speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Shoto rose up from his chair, ready to object completely under the grounds that (Y/N) was his. But Yaoyorozu quickly grabbed his sleeve and dragged him back down to his seat, claiming he couldn’t ruin a little girl’s fun. But Shoto failed to see the fun in watching his girlfriend marry someone else.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife,” Mirio closed his textbook he was using in place of a bible. “You may kiss the bride!”

Under any other circumstances, Kaminari would not have been above using this opportunity to kiss a cute girl like (Y/N), but he found feel an intimidating glare from the back of the room. Turning his gaze slightly, he saw the half and half boy silently threatening him. The blonde became paralyzed in fear.

(Y/N) stood there bashfully, her classmates laughed at Mirio’s announcement as he was woefully ignorant to the fact that she had been dating Todoroki for months now. Eri tugged on the sheets of her dress with a quizzical look on her face, “you need to kiss now.”

“Um, no,” Shoto responded, rising up from his seat, unable to continue this little nightmare to continue for the sake of entertainment.

(Y/N) turned to him in surprise. Shoto had never been a particularly jealous boyfriend, but he was absolutely livid. How could someone as perfect as Shoto be jealous of anyone. But there was no mistaking his jealous expression.

Kaminari practically ran away to hide safely behind his friends, afraid he would be incased in an ice wall or burned to a crisp. The rest of the class laughed at Kaminari’s apologies, but Shoto ignored them as he picked (Y/N) up like the bride she was dressed as. As the class cheered him on, he continued to ignore them as he exited the classroom, several students throwing rice in their wake.

(Y/N) continued to look at her boyfriend’s mismatched eyes that were still filled with so much irritation. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she decided to simply enjoy being carried in his arms. It was sort of romantic how he stole her away from her wedding in a fit of passion. Even if it was all fake.

“What was all that about?” She questioned.

Shoto ground his teeth slightly, his grip on her tightening, his gaze still forward as he brought them to his dorm room, “I didn’t like someone else think they would get to marry you.”

Her cheeks heated up. They were still high schoolers, so she didn’t see it in her immediate future, but she would be lying if (Y/N) didn’t admit she did imagine that she would like to marry Shoto someday when they were older. She would like to think they would be together long enough that marriage would be an option.

Little did she know that Shoto had known he wanted to marry her after their first date. From the beginning of their relationship, he knew exactly that that was going to be their endgame. Watching someone else get to live out his fantasy was the closest thing to torture. He was surprised he didn’t burn down the dorms. He guessed he did have self-restraint.

“You know,” she mused, ignoring his previous comment, instead wishing to get rid of his anger so she could see her boyfriend— future husband’s handsome race again. “You just stole me mid wedding, so you owe me a kiss.”

Shoto stopped walking the moment she made her sly suggestion. Carefully placing her back onto the ground, his hands remained firm on her waist. His expression softened as he watched her beautiful face, imagining her in a real dress someday, a real kiss when she would become all his. But this would do for now.

The kiss was gentle at first as he placed his lips against her, it quickly became passionate— possessive in its intensity. (Y/N) simply threw her arms around him, returning the kiss with the same passion she received.

House of cards ~ Hisoka Morow

Author: @hisokapegger 

Word Count: 1 081

Pairing: Hisoka Morow x Reader

Summary: The reader is desperately trying to build a house of cards and the lovely Hisoka is here to help. 

A/N: This was my attempt at fluff with the clown. I hope you liked it and please let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!

Strange, selfish, intimidating, attractive and lively were all words she used to describe him. Along with those, many other adjectives could be added. But unfortunately, most of them were flaws rather than assets. Yet he had the strange ability of always getting what he wanted. Whether it was through seduction, deceit or lies did not matter since the final result was the same: he won and she lost.

So why keep playing? It was a question she had asked herself far too many times without ever truly reaching an answer. Perhaps it was the excitement the game brought her despite an already anticipated end. Or maybe, it was the way he made her hope another path was possible.

When she had the chance to spend a few moments with him that did not involve her getting undressed, she tended to favor her second hypothesis. This moment was one of those rare moments.

The girl carefully watched his fast and precise movements. The ace of spades of his game between his thumb and forefinger, Hisoka only took a fraction of a second to add it to his house of cards. By only looking at him the action seemed awfully simple. But [Name] knew better. She had learned by the systematic fall of every card she had touched that it was no easy task.

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Birthday Boss (Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader)

A/N: Yes, I know it’s not Aizawa’s birthday but i had this sitting in the drafts and i wanted to post it NOW.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Public sex, elevator sex, face-fucking, gagging, praise, cum swallowing, one (non-aggressive) slap, frosting, food play [?]

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Aizawa didn’t really care about having to work on his birthday, he was going out later for drinks with his friends and that was about it. He never thought his birthday was that special. However, what did piss him off was having to go out on patrol with you, his over-enthusiastic sidekick. He walked out of his office to see you waiting in your hero costume, he already knew the first thing out of your mouth was going to irritate him.

“Hey Birthday boy, blow out the candle!” you pulled a large cupcake with a singular candle in it from behind your back. He noticed the pattern in the frosting was shaped like his goggles.

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Moonlit Throne | Masterlist

“do you… trust me?” it’s a low whisper, soft lips pressed against the stuttering pulse in your throat. but you think, or maybe you hope, the implications are trying to delve much deeper into your heart. regardless, your answer has never wavered. 

“yes.”

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: smut, angst, fluff parts posted: 2/~24 words: 2.8k/? contains: drabble series, historical au, royal au, the very definition of “it’s complicated”, inspired by daechwita. a/n: i will aspire to remain as respectful and accurate to historical details & events as possible; a few liberties may be taken to create a more cohesive story.

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february 1869 {m} - your king takes care of you & his business, no matter who is watching.

april 1869 {m} - the night brings with it the moon, rippling waters, and truths silenced with his mouth hot on your skin.

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i dream you’d love me again (2) || jk

sadness, guilt, regret. all things jeongguk felt after reading her letter.

genre: angst and fluff? childhood friends, cheating, sisters boyfriend au

pairing: jeongguk x reader

word count: 2.3k

posted: 200518

warnings: longing, infidelity, profanity (kinda), mentions of sex, probably inconsistent punctuation 

a/n: theres probably gonna be minor grammar issues because grammarly is shit and im tired. n e way i tried making this longer, it took me like four hours believe it or not. funni how i can make time for writing but not for my hw. silly me. i tried explained why he did what he did and im sorry if it was crappy. thank u to yall who read the first one. if you guys have any requests or ideas feel free to send me something in my inbox or message me. tyty:))

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sadness. sadness is what jeongguk felt at the end of ___’s letter. sad that he hurt her enough to the point that she thought of herself as anything but perfect. sad that she doubted his feelings for her. sad that despite everything he put her through, she still loved him and still wished him the best. he always knew she had a big heart. it’s one of the many reasons he was drawn to her in the beginning, but it was also one of her biggest weaknesses. her heart was too big for her own good and it scared him. ___ was always too quick to forgive and forget and most of the time it came back to bite her in the ass.

 he saw it time after time when her dad had left. he had had an affair and left his wife and two kids for a younger woman and yet she never got mad or ever blamed her father in contrary to yoona. while yoona never gave her father the time of day after the separation, ___ always made sure to set time aside for him even when he never put in enough effort to interacting with his daughters. he was a pretty crappy father, content with his new life. and though it made her sad that her family was no longer whole and her mother was practically always crying herself to sleep, it made her happy that her dad was happy. she was just about twelve then and still, she never gave into childish grudges. thirteen year old jeongguk found her slightly stupid for this trait but as they grew up, he found it quite endearing. 

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Show Me Where Your Love Lies

(Ceo! Jeon Jungkook x Reader)  (ONE-SHOT)

Summary:  Jungkook knows it’s wrong to sneak around with you behind his wife’s back. but with you he feels whole- he feels loved. And maybe you would feel guilty if she didn’t treat Jungkook like absolute shit. 

Tags: spousal abuse, infidelity, other women au!, emotional abuse, hurt/comfort, smut, slight hints of D/S, light pain play, spanking, angst, cuddling, depression mention, FLUFF,

W/C: 4.1k

Authors note: AEEEEEE MY FIRST JK FIC!!!!!! this was inspired by Jungkook’s abs in the fake love music video and the song lovelies by Khalid and Normani. If you or anyone you know is in an abusive relationship (emotional or physical) please don’t hesitate to reach out! 

You’re out with your friends; getting your first round of drinks at a restaurant that is more of a club than a bar when you get the first two texts from him. You shouldn’t be surprised that it’s after 11, you’ve never met him in the daylight after all.

~ JJK: 11:34 ~ baby… ~ JJK: 11:35 ~ I’ve been thinking about you all day,

As usual, all your friends need to see you do is look down at your phone and smile before they’re groaning. But it’s not without good reason. You can’t count on two hands the number of times they’ve told you not to go see him or the times that you’ve flaked on them to go see him. 

But you guess that’s your fault, for falling for a married man and all. 

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