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hansleftbuttcheek · 8 months ago

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Sold To The Mafia - Pt.3

Ship - Mafia!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre - smut, fluff

Warnings - yeah

Summary - after the meeting, you wondered around the place, meeting now people and etc. However, you stumble yourself upon a member of the group jacking off in the shower. What do you do?

Note - bad at grammar and probably weird sentences so don’t make fun of me because I know where you live 🤨 🫵

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“Wait so, they want Y/N?” Changbin groans, obviously angry and stressed.

When the meeting started after having that time with Jisung, the group found out that another famous mafia group that was at the auction was hunting you down for them to claim. Of course everyone was stressed about it. They wanted to keep you because your their “pet” and also that they spent 100 million dollars on you and that they didn’t want that it go to waste either.

Everyone was furious, researching about who they are, what’s their plan, what are they going to do next and etc.

Meanwhile, you were obviously clueless on everyone, sitting down, rubbing your thighs together, fiddling with your thumbs and staring into oblivion.

Once the meeting had ended, you explored the mansion and took notes of everything, there was about 2 kitchens around the mansion, one inside and out, 10 bedrooms upstairs, 2 grand staircases, 4 living rooms, one big yard outside, the walls were white, the counter was marble, the grass was green and etc.

You also took notes of the people there. Of course the members too. The doctor that the mafia team had was Mr.Park, the chef was Mrs.Minlee, the assistant or maid was Miss.Choi and the gardener was Mr.Lee.

You met Chan first when you explored. He was in his office, looking out the window when you walked in. You lightly knocked on the door and opened it, seeing that Chan noticed you and turned around.

“Oh, hey princess. Didn’t see you there. What brings you here?” The man said as he stood over you, observing your body.

“I just wanted to check up on you Is all. I was also looking around the house. Do you know anyone else I can go to? Like the members?”

Chan thought and scratched the back of his head thinking.

“Uhm…there is a gym in the basement and if you go down there, Changbin will be there. You can chat to him.”

You nodded and just did as he said, determined to find Changbin. Chan cooed at you and found you very adorable before you scrambled off to the basement.

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You found yourself in a dark, scary and gloomy staircase that leaded to a very thin area of light. You walked downstairs and immediately was smacked with the scent of sweat and deodorant. You looked around and saw Changbin. God was he buff and muscular.

You went up to him and he smiled, greeting you.

“Hi Y/N. Haven’t seen you since the meeting. Wanna work out too?”

He said as you gently touched your hips and pulled you closer. You felt your face burn up as his sweaty biceps were near your face, almost the size of your head too.

“N-no..I was just looking for other members. Chan said to look for you so you could help me find another member.”

Changbin hummed and thought about it before crossing his arms and smiling.

“You know Hyunjin? Probably don’t but anyways, he’s always in his room painting or doing whatever the hell he does in there. Go find him. He’s the 2nd last door to the right near all the bedrooms. Okay Y/N?”

You hummed and thanked him before gently and kind of hugging him, feeling his sweaty arms before walking off.

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You were walking up the steps and went to the right corridor, finding the 2nd room. You found it and found that the door was slightly opened. You slowly and gently peered through before entering. You heard and saw nothing, only the shower in the bathroom and tiny moans and groans.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment and also being flustered.

You never knew Hyunjin jerks off in the bathroom.

Anyways, you peered the door opened to see a clear glass panel and clothes all over the floor. However, the glass was foggy and you could only see a slight shadow behind the fog.

Hyunjin was resting his head on his arm which was leaning on the wall and the movement of his hand gliding across his long and hard shaft.

You heard his soft moans, his whimpers, his whined, his cries, his groaning and his pleasure.

You eventually spoke his name and definitely made him jump, seeing how his body reacted. He peered his head out of the door and you blushed at the sight of his wet hair on his face as his plump lips just waiting to be touched.

Your face flushed with embarrassment on how the tension was in the air.

“…h-ello?”

“….hi Y/N..” Hyunjin stuttered as he looked you up and down.

“Well, care to join me? Pretty boring and lonely to jerk off in the shower.”

You nodded without hesitation and immediately stripped off for him.

He invited you in and grabbed your waist and pulling you closer in the hug. He gently grabbed your chin and pulled you into a deep kiss, your tongues roaming around in each others mouths, taking note that he tasted like brownies.

He gently flipped you around and slapped your ass making you wince in pain as you pressed your arm against the wall. He gently rubbed the spot and kissed your neck.

“Sorry Y/n. Can I go in now?” He asked as you felt his tip poking your ass. You hummed and nodded and he slapped your ass again.

“Words baby.”

“Yes sir” You whimpered as you felt a tear roll down your cheeks.

He slowly rubbed his tip on the entrance of your pussy before diving in making you moan loud. His shaft was long and vended at the end, perfect for hitting your g-spot.

He pulled out until the tip and slammed back in, a moan coming out of you.

He definitely couldn’t last long and neither could you. You dragged a hand down to your cliff and rubbed it until you felt yourself near.

“Im gonna cummm-“

“Me too baby…” Hyunjin said as he thrusted his last thrust.

You felt the chin spurt out of you and felt him pull out, you whined as you felt empty.

Hyunjin quickly pulled out and came all over your ass and back, both of you panting at everything.

“Fuck Y/N..that was amazing.”

“Yeah it was..”

“Round 2?”

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#skz #lee know #straykids #reader #smut #bang chan #changbin #seungmin #y/n #han jisung #straykids smut

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the-missann · 11 months ago

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A little bit of compassion leads to the first step to friendship

Cold as it was in the office space, nothing was colder than the stark gaze aimed directly at the new owner of OrangePerfect Inc. No words were spoken between the owner and the client, but there was a very real weight in the room as time went on.

With a slightly annoyed sigh, the client spoke. “Ms. Ann, are you sure you’re even up to this right now?”

“W-what makes you say that?”

His arms crossed. “Because we’ve been sitting here in dead silence for almost an hour. There’s no way you haven’t come to terms with the contract. Either make adjustments or stop wasting my time.”

His harsh words were nothing new in the entertainment industry, at least as Ms. Ann learned. In her few years dealing with various media giants she learned this was common place. However used to it she was, it was difficult to get her bearings whenever she heard things like this.

Fumbling around with the paper in her hands, she still said nothing.

“Besides, aren’t you the infamous owner who has such particular contracts that most refuse to work with you?”

Ms. Ann remained quiet for a second. “I guess so…”

“Then what is the problem? Is it something you wish to bring up with me?”

Ms. Ann knew what she wanted to say, but actually saying it was an entirely different story. She didn’t want to bring most of this up knowing how it would sound and right now, she wasn’t in the position to argue with anyone.

“Um, I guess I do have a little issue…” She eventually said.

“Wonderful. Now would you mind telling me what it is?”

Ms. Ann, once again, took a long pause. At this point, the client grew even more agitated. He sat up reaching and grabbing the contract out of her hands, forcing her to look at him.

“Listen, if you have an issue, feel free to bring it up. If not, then I'll say it again, stop. wasting. my. time.”

His intense gaze made her freeze up, but she took a small breath and tried to keep herself calm.

“Um, I guess I don’t… particularly like the idea of how long you’d be working with us.”

“Finally.” The client leaned back. “Is the time frame too long?”

“No, actually, it’s the opposite.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t… really wanna work with someone I can’t keep an eye on. Maybe if this project was smaller, I wouldn’t mind, but knowing the recording time is likely going to be several months, I don’t want this to be the only time we work together.”

“Oh. So, you’re saying because you know I’m talented you don’t want me just running off somewhere else?”

“P-pretty much.” She got out.

“I understand that much. I have no issue with that, to be honest. I feel the same way that I wouldn’t want your company to turn into a shit hole that drags my name through the mud years after the fact.”

“N-nothing like that would happen.”

“You mean, nothing you all would promote?”

Ms. Ann looked off. “Yes… we would never allow anyone to do something abhorrent and just let it slide.”

“Good to know. Then let me ask you something?” He paused. “If, say for example, someone from my company were to be caught doing something. What would you do?”

Ms. Ann looked at him and found herself in a strange position. Not only did she want to ask him why he was asking this hypothetical question, but she also wanted to know what exactly he was mentioning. She stared at him and found his eyes never losing their lock on her.

“Well, without knowing what you’re talking about, I wouldn’t drop you. Unless, it was you specifically, I’m not going to assume you knew anything about it.”

He then smiled. “I was hoping you’d be a little more scrutinizing.”

She took a small breath. “I wanted to ask what this hypothetical situation would even be about.”

“Given the work we do, take a wild guess.”

All the news pertaining to media companies, movie directors, and other obscenities, Cassie made an assumption and gave him and knowing look.

“Is this particular issue with someone you can easily report?”

“No. In fact, I’m sure what you’re thinking is the exact person I’m talking about.”

Cassie didn’t like the sound of that, but she understood how serious this must be if he couldn’t even fully mention it to her. She shifted in her seat and finally looked at the client with a less stressed look.

“Kit? I promise you, if we work together, I’ll never allow for something like that to go unchecked. I won’t throw you or anyone else affected under the bus either.”

Kit didn’t seem fully impressed by her words, evidenced by the dazed look he gave her. “Am I too assume your words are enough?”

“Most likely not. How would I prove it to you?”

Kit remained quiet for the longest time since they begun talking. He spoke up after a moment. “Maybe I’ll believe you if you stop acting so damn scared by everything.”

“What?”

“We both know it’s true. You’re frightened at the idea of making any mistake so you try and fix problems before they’ve even happened. When all it makes you look like is a scared little girl.”

Cassie tried to keep her resolve. “I am fairly new at this, I would imagine anyone in my position would be a bit on the cautious side.”

“Well, that’s the thing; you’re not cautious. You’re fearful. That’s why I can’t fully believe in your words that if something were to come out I would rely on you to hold up your end. Not fold to any stack of cash or the will of a man’s finger.”

“You should talk to my boyfriend- sorry, husband then. I don’t think he would agree with you.”

“Is that so? Well, maybe I could better understand what you’re talking about if you explained why you’re hiding the fact that you’re pregnant.”

Cassie froze at his words and saw the smirk on his face grow. Trying not to move, she remained in her chair exactly how she was as to not give him any better of a view of her body.

“W-why are you saying that?”

“Come on, most of my close friends are women, you think I can’t tell when a woman’s pregnant?”

“M-maybe, but why would that have anything to do with this?”

“Because if you’re hiding something so normal as a pregnancy, what would be the case if something more serious were to happen?”

Cassie dropped her head understanding what he meant by that. Slowly, her hand came to her stomach and rubbed the small bump hidden underneath the large jacket she wore.

“I get why you feel that way, but imagine being in my position. Everyone coming at you with all the normal nonsense of the day and then I have to deal with having a baby?" She sighed. "I should take some time off but…”

“I bet you don’t trust anyone else with your job.”

With a downcast gaze, she nodded. “Not only that, but I didn’t think I’d be so stressed out. I got in my head somehow and now I’m worried about this baby and… even my own life.”

“As wealthy as you are, you can’t hide some more doctors to put you at ease?”

“You don’t know me that well. There’s not a single thing anyone else could tell me, I have to come to terms on my own before I start feeling better.”

“Humph, I guess that makes sense.”

“But you know what, I never thought about what you just said.”

“Hm?”

“If I’m so worried about everything that I end up even hiding something like this, then what would I do is something that’s an actual issue were to pop up?”

She was more speaking to herself in this moment, but Kit responded. “That’s what I would like to know. If you know me at all, you’d know I don’t like working with spineless individuals.”

Her eyes narrowed. “But you’re okay working with some loser who, hypothetically, is committing an actual crime?”

Kit grunted. “Hypothetically, I don’t have much choice here. Until I can effectively prove what’s going on is a punishable offense, I can’t just kick him in a grave myself.”

A small smile came to her face. “I get what you’re saying. If you swing and miss it’ll only worsen the situation.”

“Exactly. At least you’re smart enough to understand that.”

“That’s not exactly a complicated thing. You do know I happen to be trying to get into the true crime world. Romance is great and all, but I want to branch off into the world of crime dramas.”

“Humorously, that seems to suit you quite well.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve heard people say you think of every little possible thing when agreeing to a contract. You seem not to like anything that doesn’t fall in line with your mindset perfectly.”

“I’ve actually heard that before. Me and my husband think it’s because thinking of everything that could possibly happen eases me. Like I know every outcome and can plan accordingly.”

“Then maybe that’s the answer.”

“To the hypothetical?” Her head shook. “If I did that, there are several ways this could turn out, especially if you’re somehow involved at any point.”

“Of course, but I don’t mean that. I mean for me to believe you. Maybe if you prove you’re unlearning that scared personality of yours, I’ll feel your words are much more truthful.”

Cassie took a small breath. “With everything you’ve said, I feel like my best bet would be to act how I want to. That includes getting this little secret off my chest…” She laughed a bit. “More like out of my belly.”

Kit rolled his eyes. “Is that really funny?”

“Of course not, but it made me giggle a little.” Cassie continued to look at her stomach and gave it some gentle rubs. “You know, if that what it takes then I think I can relax a bit.” She looked at Kit with a newfound vigor in her words. “How do reoccurring roles sound?”

“What?” Seemingly lost for a second, Kit responded with confusion.

“Well, I don’t like the idea of you participating in just one role. I’d want you back here as much as possible!”

“For what reason exactly?”

“Because, as a kid, I remember absolutely loving your character roles. It was a little bit of a dream of mine to work with someone I enjoyed listening to as a kid.”

“You do know the kinds of roles I had as a kid were… much more mature than I should have been in right?”

“Yes, I’m very aware of that. Here’s a little fun fact about me: I used to watch M and R rated stuff when I was just eight years old!”

Kit shook his head. “No wonder your ideas are so crazy, you must have something wrong with you.”

Cassie smiled. “You know, most likely.” She exhaled. “Wow, that feels really nice to let someone know.”

“How?”

“Because it’s hard keeping things like that bottled up. I’d love to tell people that the stuff I watched as a kid really screwed my brain up. I learned about things kids just shouldn’t have and now that I’m much older, I understand how that’s shaped even the world’s I create on paper.”

“You’re not all bad all things considered.”

“Trust me, I know, I know I could have been a lot worse than I am now.” She paused. “Speaking of which, maybe I should really give in and embrace that. I should try and reclaim the bit I lost as a kid now.”

“And how would you expect to do that?”

“With this office, of course. It’s so drab and business-like. I wanna create something little kid me would have loved to work in!”

Kit listened as she went on about what she was going to do. “Honestly, the day I see that is the day I’ll know you’re really being truthful with your words.”

“Really? Then I guess it’s settled. Leigh isn’t gonna be happy at the renovation cost though.”

“That doesn’t matter to me, all that does is you don’t go back on your word.” Kit then got up. “If so, then it’ll be a pleasure every time I’m asked to return here.”

“Oh, we didn’t agree to anything though!”

“I know, I’ll be back the next time you’re free and by then you should be staring those renovations right?”

Cassie smiled and gave an eager nod. “By then, you won’t be the only one who knows about my little secret.”

Kit, amused by her words, said nothing as he made his way out of the office.

“Oh, you must think he’s gonna be good too because you’re craving the good stuff!” Cassie reached for her phone and eagerly dialed her husband’s number to give him the good news and to get her and her baby fed.

#creative writing #writing #writing community #writing side of tumblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writeblur #women writers #original character #my writing #pregnant #pregnancy

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unoisveimved-un-proffesional · 1 year ago

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Having to fight off the Egocentric Social Justice thoughts trying to get me to engage in online arguments. “But think about it! Don’t you notice these unfair patterns? Shouldn’t you speak out about them with your brilliant and unique perception and higher intelligence?” No! No! I am but a simple person. I don’t need to engage with this I have better things I can do. “But what if they’ve never thought of this? What if this piece of evidence towards something had gone unnoticed? You must speak up! Engage in the conflict!” No no no! I don’t wanna! Other people can do it better than me. Other people have done it better than me.

“If you want something done right you gotta do it yourself. What if they gloss over something? Will you speak up? You must at least respond.” No, no, and again, no. I no longer wish to be on the front lines of debate, I left that life behind me, it’s not my fight. “Yes it is. You are in the groups being discussed, you are one of them, your name and identity is being slandered, and more importantly, the names and identities of others. Don’t you want to help people?” Yes, it is so, I desperately want to help others, but I just can’t waste my time on this, it’ll lead to nowhere and nothing. What’s the point? Who will I really help in the end? I’m not helping people by doing that. I want to help I really do, but online debating isn’t going to help anyone.

Regretfully, I just don’t think I can add much to the conversation, and don’t have the time or energy to spare on strangers. I wish maybe some day I will have something to add, and will have the time, energy, thought and power to actually do something with my time, and I won’t have to either be the annoying conflict averse toxically positive person I am right now or the half assed online debater who helps no one. But right now those are the terrible choices I’m presented with, and I am both metaphorically and literally sick and tired, and just shouldn’t engage right now. I should’ve just reblogged that post plain without inserting any comments from the peanut gallery, I shouldn’t have let my reactions get the better of me. I have nothing to add to this, nothing important or helpful anyway.

#long post #hexacles.txt #pentacles talks #it’s pronounced pen tuh cleese

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raewritesfiction · 2 years ago

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Confessions [Bill Skarsgard as Roman Godfrey] - reupload-

A/N: some more Roman Godfrey! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. I've been putting this one off because of the content. Plot: Roman meets you in a graveyard but decides to take you inside the church for some fun. Pairing: Roman Godfrey X Reader. Warnings: Religiously this could prove to be very insulting to some people. I'm not insensitive to beliefs and I genuinely apologize for my offending anyone with this. There's gonnabe smut, there's gonnabe strong language and lots of it aimed at Religion. If you believe any of this is going to cause you an issue, PLEASE do not read and just skip this one.

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You had to have chosen a night with no moon to meet Roman in a graveyard, of all places he chose a graveyard and you had willingly accepted because you knew at some point you were gonna get laid tonight. Hopefully not in the graveyard.

As expected Roman is stood outside the church with a cigarette in his mouth; I wonder how long he’s been stood waiting and then note only one other butt on the floor as he discards the one he had been smoking to join it.

“Hey.” He nods and smirks at me. “You actually wearing anything under that coat?”

I raise my eyebrow “Yes…Sort of.” I shift my feet slightly and am glad it's dark enough that he can't see I'm blushing. Truth is that under my ridiculously huge faux fur coat I'm in nothing but a slip dress and slinky panties.

He chuckles and takes hold of the leading edge where the broken zip once actually worked and pulls me against him. He’s at least six inches taller than me so I have to look up into his amazing eyes which focus on my slightly parted lips for only a moment before he dips his head and presses his against them; Roman’s tongue wastes no time pushing into my mouth and exploring while his hands snake around my waist and down onto my hips inside my coat.

“Cold?” He mumbles after breaking the kiss.

I shrug a little “I guess… wanna warm me up?” Licking my lips slightly.

Roman smirks “Thought you’d never ask.” He leans down and nips my lower lip enough to bruise. “Follow me…” I smile and let him lead me inside the small church; it was mostly abandoned but still taken care of by the locals and used for special events. Luckily there was nothing planned for a few weeks so there was no real danger of getting caught by anyone apart from the security on the grounds. Roman makes sure the door is shut before turning to face me and giving me a devilish smirk “It seems we’re alone. Just as well really.”

“Oh? What do you have planned, Mister?” I narrow my eyes at him playfully and let him push me backwards between the pews until we reach the pulpit behind which were stacks of organ music, choir books and Bibles scattered around.

“Up here..” he motions behind me and I turn to see a bare Alter only covered with a large piece of red fabric.

“On the Alter?” I question, a little surprised. “Uh-Huh.” he pushes me backwards again and makes sure I don’t trip up the steps leading to the Chancel where the Alter is housed.

“Good job neither of us are religious, huh?” I giggle.

“Fuck religion…” he answers simply and pushes me against the Alter, planting his hands either side of me and pinning me to it. “...Fuck God, Fuck the Devil and most of all...I’m gonna fuck you…” he says the last part against my lips then gives a rough kiss as he lifts my dress to find im wearing the smallest pair of panties I own. “Is there really any point in these?” he grips them and pulls instantly snapping the sides.

I squeak a little as the elastic snaps against my skin “Hey… I like those.”

“I’ll buy you more, in every colour there is… but for now? Open your mouth…”

I blink a little “Wh...I…” as I open my mouth to speak Roman pushes the small ball of fabric into the space.

“Shh!” he holds a finger to his lips and then lifts me up onto the Alter, opening my legs by my knees and rubbing his fingers over me. “So wet already? You been thinking of me babygirl?”

Dropping my head back I moan around my panties; yes I had been thinking of him. I’d been thinking of him and his cock since he had fucked me into submission a few weeks back. I’d felt him for days after every time I moved and no matter what I had done, nothing had got me off like he had.

I moan louder and lean back on my hands when he eases his fingers into me - teasing me. After a few moments I was panting and whining, my arms unable to hold me up anymore. I lay back across the Alter and realise I’m exactly where he wants me and how he wants me; his fingers slow completely and I whine when he removes them from me - I’m soon crying out in pleasure when his cock fills me suddenly.

Roman gives me no time to adjust to him, just like last time, just how I like it. His hands push up my dress over my breasts and then glide back down to grip my hips hard enough to bruise me. He can mark me up as much as he likes. I arch and rock my hips to his rough thrusts, my arms above my head and gripping the Alter as I groan around my panties. Roman grunts and pants heavily, thrusting harder and snapping his hips deep into me; I was going to feel this for days as well.

I pant as best I could and move my heels to hook on the edge of the Alter; lifting and rocking my hips to him at the same time. Roman moves and lifts my legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to fold me almost in half; I’ve never felt anyone this deep. A hand plants on the Alter to my side while the other leaves a sharp sting across my face when he slaps me. I groan and give up trying to move myself to Roman; letting him take over completely when he wraps his hands around my throat and tightens his grip.

“Who’s your God?” his voice is rough and low against me. I moan and look into his eyes doing the best I can to say “You are!” around the panties.

“That’s right… don’t forget it…” He growls and I can tell he’s still watching me after I drop my head back again; he knows what this does to me. I whine and grip the Alter with my fingers; I can feel my body already starting to lose everything and I don’t give a fuck who hears me as I moan, groan and call out around the now sodden fabric in my mouth. Roman pants against my skin and I can tell just how close he is too. I tremble under him and will him to tighten his grip on the sides of my neck; he must know somehow because he does exactly that and just as my vision starts to go dark he releases his grip. I see literal stars as the blood rushes to my head and I gasp in a deep breath; my body all but convulses as I cum hard around his cock, I feel my juices squirting out on each of his following thrusts and then he stills deep inside me - f it weren’t for the panties, I would be screaming his name.

I lay panting on the Alter under Roman; he slowly moves and leans up then gasps.

“Hmm?” I frown and lean up a little.

“Shh!!” he listens and holds up a finger, “Move!” he laughs and pulls out of me then helps me down off the Alter, dragging me after him to a confessional booth. In the rush to move I still have my panties in my mouth but Roman soon relieves me of them and stuffs them in his pocket. “Shh!” he reiterates and holds his finger to my lips.

I stay perfectly still as a flashlight sweeps around the Church. Roman slowly sits and then motions for me to kneel in front of him which I happily do. After a few minutes we hear footsteps leaving the Church and crunching away on the gravel. He chuckles and looks down at me “What you waiting for?”

“Huh?” I frown.

“I haven’t cum… get to work… we ain’t leaving till I get my happy ending!” he gives a wink. If anyone else said it I’d have punched them in the dick and ran off. For Roman however…

“Forgive me, daddy… for I am about to sin.” I push my hair back and tie it with the elastic around my wrist then drop my head and take him fully in my mouth. He hadn’t had the pleasure of my mouth around his cock before so had no clue how well I could deep throat from almost any angle.

Roman grips the small amount of seat either side of him and leans his head back against the booth. His breathing is rough and heavy, small whimpers escape occasionally but more often he moans and tries to roll his hips. My hand goes to his balls and massages firmly while I suck hard along his cock, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue. I keep my cheeks hollowed and don’t bother to wipe away any of the mess I’m making because I know there will be more very soon. I can feel his balls twitching and tightening in my hand while his panting has become shallow and his hands are now gripping the sides of the small booth. I twist and bob my head, humming and groaning around his cock, scraping my teeth lightly until he groans louder. I scrape them heavier and moan when he calls out briefly before covering his mouth to muffle his pleasure. His balls twitch again and his breathing hitches; I feel him fill my mouth and throat then proceed to swallow around him. I look up under my lashes at him as I make sure he’s cleaned up.

“Oh baby girl…” he moans and relaxes back. I smile and wipe the corners of my mouth, looking up at him. His face is flushed and there’s a small smirk on his lips while he calms his breathing, running a hand through his hair.

“We are gonna do a lot more sinning….”

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #roman godfrey #reupload #confessions #imagine

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hongism · 3 years ago

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05 - j.wooyoung + lingerie (18+)

» j.wooyoung x gn!reader » 18+ dni if minor, nsfw/pwp » language, feminization, lap dancing, strip tease, bratty wooyoung, manual stimulation, grinding, cum eating, dirty talk, finger sucking » wc 3.3k » link to masterlist

you’ve almost come to the conclusion that tonight was a complete and utter waste of time when your eyes pause in their subtle search across the room. it’s fast, and you almost miss him because of how quickly you’re surveying the club, but you have to backtrack at the sight of the pink head of hair. it’s not too out of the ordinary — not for a club like this one at least, and frankly, the face connected to the stark hair entrances you more than the hair does. the friend at your side seems to notice where your gaze keeps lingering, elbow careening into your ribs seconds later.

“like what you see over there?” she giggles, most likely amused by how you jolt and startle with the contact.

“he’s pretty,” you mutter back as you strain your neck a little to catch sight of the rest of him. he’s not up on a stage with the other dancers, not wrapped around a pole or anything like that, so you can’t get a full and clear view of what he’s wearing.

“he doesn’t perform with the others, i hear. solo performer, and only does private shows.”

sure, there’s a stack of money set aside for this particular reason, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to cave and spend it all on this one man.

you aren’t.

it’s not going to stop you from getting up and going over there to get a better look at him.

“i’ll be back,” you mutter, picking up your wallet and drink with the same hand. you’re hoping it won’t look obvious to your friend, but the laugh that follows your movements is telling enough.

“have fun!”

you step through the crowd of couches that are mostly full of older men and women, apologizing each time you cross in front of them and accidentally block their view of the dancers. your target hasn’t moved, still lingering near the bar with a drink set in front of him as he also indulges in the sight of the dancers on stage. you’re almost fooled into believing that he’s simply a client here and not actually a worker, but there’s a certain sway to his hips and head against the music thumping through the club that says otherwise. he moves his body too well even with subtle and small movements. elbows propped up on the bar counter behind him, a lollipop dangling from his fingertips and periodically going up to catch on his tongue, and that pretty pink hair bouncing with each movement he makes. you’re enticed in an instant.

the obscenity of his outfit doesn’t help one bit either. and perhaps obscenity is a bit too strong a word to describe it, but your brain goes to static and white noise the more you see of him, and it’s easy to see why that is. a sheer lavender crop top that does nothing to hide the lace bralette underneath, along with a pretty plaid skirt that tapers his waist almost too well, belts and buckles hanging from both sides and jingling when he sways his hips in time with the music. the further down your eyes go, the more overwhelmed you get because he’s got fishnets (of course) that lead to chunky black combat boots. he looks simultaneously quite out of place here while also seeming like there’s no other logical place for him to be. your steps towards him falter a little; it’s no wonder that he doesn’t have anyone at his side right now. he’d outshine them without even trying, and the air around him feels a bit untouchable as well like he’s too good for anyone’s presence except his own and the bartender behind him. the thought to turn around and return to your friend like a dog with its tail between its legs crosses your mind. that’s all it does though because as you shift to act on that thought, sharp eyes snap over to meet yours across the bar counter.

opposite ends of the spectrum, separated by at least ten barstools if not more, plenty of other people in front of him to look at, yet the dancer cranes his head in your direction and makes eye contact.

your tongue darts out to wet your lower lip, an act more out of nerves than meant to be seductive in the slightest.

there’s no direct invitation to go further towards him. really all he does is incline his head slightly, and you take it as a cue to step around the barstools and walk over to where he’s tapping his chunky boot against the floor.

“hi.”

you startle upon hearing his clear tone, although you aren’t wholly sure why that’s the case.

“hello,” you greet in return. you keep your glass caught firmly between your fingers as you sit in the barstool beside him. he looks even prettier in this light — with blinking up at him from where you sit and the neon lights cascading over his face and hair. there’s a stunning beauty mark under his eye, and another on his lower lip under the sheen of pink lip gloss. something sparkles under his eyes and in the inner corners, what you can only assume to be eyeshadow and glitter.

“i caught your eye, huh?”

there’s a twinge of embarrassment that shoots through your body, and you duck your chin to your chest, clearing your throat as quietly as you can like it’ll dispel the nerves accompanied by the feeling.

“cute,” the man continues. his sweet tone is almost like honey, or some syrup that tastes like it could be too much after a certain point. “wanna buy my time then?”

the offer comes so quickly that you’re a bit shocked. all these people in the club and yet not one has approached him? or accepted his offer? it seems far too unbelievable.

“you’re not gonna ask me anything first? my name, my age, anything like that?”

he laughs for the first time tonight, and you think you’ll grow to love that sound by the end of it. the lollipop pushes back between his lips only for him to make a show of how he swirls his tongue around the ball of candy. when he pulls it back out, it springs free with a lewd pop in its wake.

“you’re the first one tonight who’s stopped me to ask that. most just jump straight to it. i’m wooyoung. and you?”

“y/n.”

“hmm, it’ll sound prettier coming from my lips later.”

your brain buffers and hits a wall. you lose whatever thought was lingering in your mind, and wooyoung has the audacity to flash a grin and send a wink your way.

“you’re in luck tonight, y/n. i only start taking clients at ten o’clock, and it’s two minutes past ten right now.” a strobe of neon red flashes over his face, illuminating his eyes in a way that makes your heart jump in your chest. “assuming you want me, that is,” he adds through a stretched grin, and you wouldn’t dream of denying him the pleasure of hearing your affirmation.

“yes, i’d like that quite a bit.”

wooyoung leads you off to the side of the club, where the hallway of private rooms begins, and he wastes no time in bringing you into the nearest unlocked one. you’ve got your wallet still clasped between nervous hands, but your drink was long forgotten on the bar counter you found wooyoung at. it’s fairly standard for this type of room, nothing to gawk at or make note of aside from the metal pole that stretches up to the ceiling. you’re certain your attention will be firmly planted on wooyoung throughout the entirety of your stay here, so you aren’t worried much about making yourself at home.

the dancer seems keen on the same as well, or at least he’s excited to get started. knowing how much money you’ve got in your wallet, you can’t blame him for the excitement. he turns to face you after shutting and locking the door, skirt billowing around his thighs a little. you think you see a flash of lace underneath, tucked under the fishnets, but that could very well be merely a wistful thought and nothing else.

“lay down,” he demands, motioning to the short round table right in front of the couches.

“um…” you blink from the white surface to wooyoung’s serious expression.

“what? never had a lap dance before?” he quirks a brow and flashes another dastardly grin, and you hate the way your stomach flips over at the sight of it.

“not one where i’ve had to lay down, no.”

wooyoung huffs out a laugh and pops his lollipop back into his mouth. he steps around your awkward, still form to put one of his feet up on the pristine white surface. the boot releases a hollow noise when it hits the table.

“oh, you’ll love it, i promise. now come on, on your back, legs relaxed. i’ll make it worth your while. and your money too, we hope.”

wooyoung’s little tilt to his chin and the soft bats of his lashes are what convince you to do as told. you slip your shoes off next to the couch and tuck your wallet away in one of them lest wooyoung has the bright idea to make off with all your belongings. then you scramble over the slick surface to lay flat atop it, eyeing wooyoung as he hums and steps up fully on the table over you. his feet straddle your body, right in the gap between your hands and hips, and he pushes that stupid lollipop back between his lips.

“here are my rules, y/n. no touching, no kissing on the lips, no marking, and no demands. you’re here for a show, so i’ll give you one. and maybe i’ll use you to get off a little too? what do you say?”

you suck your lower lip between your teeth, contemplating his words and rolling them over in your mind a bit.

“and if i say no?”

“then i’ll give you a simple lap dance, and that’ll be that. and don’t worry. if i cum… i’ll clean up after myself. you don’t have to do any work really, if you don’t want to.”

“if i don’t want to?” you echo your question.

“how do you feel about sucking my fingers?”

your dumb and stuttered blinking are answer enough for him, and wooyoung leans over to the couch, balancing on one foot as he stretches to reach for something on the cushions. the position give you a far too direct view straight up his skirt. you get confirmation that you did indeed spot lace — a matching set with his pink bralette it seems on top of that.

the music that begins to thump through the speaks is foreign to you, not a song you’ve ever heard before, but the beat is sultry enough for you to understand why wooyoung would play this.

and truly, when he starts to move above you, you fully understand the appeal of this angle. getting to watch the way his skirt sways and teases what’s underneath as his cropped top flutters with his winding movements — it’s a heady feeling being under him and seeing this unfold over you.

wooyoung does his job, and he does it well in only a few swaying moves that promise more to come. if you had to make a comparison, you’d say it’s like watching art in motion, an exhibit where the artist shows you each stroke and twist of his brush. that’s wooyoung now, with the showcase of how he stretches his arms to the ceiling and brings them down the front of his body. the dim lighting in the room does nothing to make the mood less than what it is — pure seduction at its finest, and wooyoung is quickly bringing you down that pit of lust with him. you only know that’s where he’s headed as well because of how his skirt begins to tent a little as time goes on, evidence to how turned on he is by merely dancing to the music. he hasn’t gotten down far enough to even have physical contact with you, but with the way he’s moving now, you aren’t sure he’ll even get that far either.

he does go lower as the song shifts, beat still unfamiliar against your ears, but you’re barely hearing the music beyond how the bass thumps through your veins. as his knees settle on either side of you, close to your waist now and closing in just enough to squeeze you with a hair of pressure, his hands move up under the fabric of his top. they press higher and higher, catching on the hem and tugging as he reaches his neck. your eyes burn like you haven’t blinked in ages, and to be frank, you most likely haven’t because the grip wooyoung has on your focus currently occupies every fiber of your being.

wooyoung works the shirt off, tossing the sheer material over to the side. the look of his tanned skin with blush pink lace overtop clinging to him like a vice under the low lights: it’s sin in its purest form. and that sin only amplifies as he draws his hands down to the waistband of his skirt. he teases and pulls at the material, still lost somewhere between his mind and the music. one of his hands works back up his chest and throat, and when he reaches his mouth, he pulls the lollipop stick out to reveal a now empty stick that is also promptly tossed in the same direction his shirt went.

“aren’t i pretty, y/n?” he asks all of a sudden. he’s not looking at you, not with the way his eyelids are barely shut, but it captures all your attention nonetheless. “pretty and feminine, hm? some people think i don’t dance as well as the girls out on the stages. but i’m just as pretty as them, aren’t i?”

“more,” you exhale without thinking.

“more,” he echoes back to you with an airy giggle to accompany it. his hands go to the side of his skirt, grabbing onto something on the left, and two seconds later he’s pulling away the entire strip of fabric in one swift movement. you inhale so sharply it stings your nostrils and aches in your chest, and wooyoung takes that as the opportune moment to roll his hips down against your abdomen. it’s not meant for your please, not in the slightest, but you still feel the coil of arousal in your gut snap and pull at itself as he repeats the motion and rubs his barely concealed erection against your stomach. “i’m always prettier than them, y/n.”

wooyoung’s eyes snap open at last, and he drops his skirt to the side before sitting up on his knees over you. the position is nothing if not lewd with how close to your face he is like this. you don’t have much time to think about it because he’s tugging the band of his fishnets down as well, shoes still caught on his feet so there’s no way they’ll go all the way off, but that doesn’t seem to be his intention anyway.

no, wooyoung just tugs them low enough to go under his knees, then he’s back to sitting on his heels and splaying his thighs to the side. the whole thing is a show: each piece of clothing, each drag of his hands, and every word from his lips.

it continues with him pressing his hand against your chin, then teasing your lower lip with his middle and pointer fingers.

“you know… people always call me a brat. a bratty little bitch, to be specific. they aren’t wrong, of course. but they mean it as an insult whereas i take it as a compliment.” you suck wooyoung’s fingers between your lips and let him explore your mouth with the pads of them. he makes a show of stretching the insides of your cheeks, stabbing against them and watching your skin bulge under the pressure, then he’s pinching your tongue and scraping his nails over the top of it. it tickles in a pleasurable way, the kind that makes your stomach knot up and tense with lust. “i think i’m prettiest when i cum though. and that’s not something i let a lot of people see. they always get handsy even after i tell them not to. think that because i’m all subby and docile, they can break my rules.”

you watch in something of a daze as wooyoung reaches his other hand down to the lace lingerie clinging to his cock. he grips hard enough for you to see the harsh outline of his member, strained and stretching the fabric like it’s about to break. his slow rolls and sways of his hips continue even as he fucks into the palm of his own hand. you don’t think you could move or touch him even if you wanted to right now. each limb feels like it weighs ten tons.

“call me pretty again, y/n. a pretty little brat, yeah?”

you can’t very well do that with his hand halfway down your throat like it is now, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. all that comes out are muffled moans caught on wooyoung’s fingers. he laughs, throwing his head back as the sound permeates the air, and you were right. you love the sound even more now when he’s a bit breathless and hoarse from arousal, hips canting against your abdomen still as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

“gonna cum, y/n, and make a pretty mess of myself. pay good attention to me please. i want you to see every second of it.” his eyes blaze with unbridled desire as he rubs over his panties a few more times. teeth sink into his lower lip, his nose scrunches up, eyes fighting to stay open and stay on yours without blinking. then he hits his high. it’s beautiful the way he falls apart over you, how his hips stutter and give a few jerky thrusts until his whole body goes still on top of yours. you think you have to agree with him too; this is the prettiest he’s looked all night in your eyes.

it lasts either ten seconds or ten minutes — you have no concept of time right now, too enamored with the man above you and every movement he makes.

when he does come down, there are stars in his eyes and a sheen on his brow that trickles down the side of his face to his chin. he pulls his hand out of your mouth, but you can’t even bring yourself to close it as you watch him tuck the same hand into his underwear and scoop the stain of translucent white cum out.

“taste for me?”

you manage a shaky nod, letting wooyoung return his hand to your lips, and when he cups your mouth gently, you poke your tongue out to lap the cum off his palm.

“hm, now wasn’t that good? better than promised, in fact?”

“y-yeah,” you exhale, finally finding your voice after god knows how long of shocked and aroused silence. wooyoung grins. he leans over you, all but bare chest pressing to your clothed one, and you can feel the heat radiating off his skin with ease. his face hovers over yours. you can see his eyes clearer than ever.

“how about we go again then?”

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imagineaworld · 4 years ago

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hungry eyes | b.b

part one | part two

pairing : bucky barnes x reader, dadsbestfriend!bucky

summary : after the show you gave him last night, bucky wants more

word count : 1.1k

warnings : smut 18+ ONLY, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), bit of thigh riding, bit of finger sucking, kinda rough sex

You'd taken a while to get to sleep that night, unable to take your mind off of what you had just done. The way Bucky had watched you come undone, how you wished his hands were yours, how you thought of him as you climaxed.

You had the house to yourself the next day, your parents had told you they were heading out for a few hours. They had been gone barely half an hour when there was a knock at the door.

Your heart raced to see Bucky standing in front of you when you answered. Weird, you thought, he never usually knocks.

"Hey," you greeted, flushing slightly. "My parents are out right now I'm afraid."

"I know," he said. "I watched them leave."

He was here to see you and you only. That much was clear. You could invite him in and see what happens, or you could turn him down. Truthfully, there was only one option you wanted.

"Oh," you caught your lower lip between your teeth. "What can I do for you?"

He leant against the door frame, one arm on either side to show off his large biceps. "You know exactly what I want, and I think you want the same thing," he spoke roughly. "Why don't you show me that room of yours I've seen so much of, hm?"

Wordlessly, you stepped aside to let him in. You shut and locked the door behind him. He followed behind you as you lead him up the stairs.

"Enjoy the show last night?" You asked, leading him into your room.

He chuckled humourlessly, closing your door. "I'm about to enjoy this a lot more."

Closing the space between you and him, he towered over you, more intimidating than you had ever seen him. You worried for a moment that you were out of your league.

"I wished my hands were yours last night," you whispered.

He reached up to caress your cheek. "I know you did. All you have to do is ask doll, and I'll do whatever you want."

You thought about exactly what you wanted him to do to you. "I want you to ruin me."

His lips curved into a wicked grin, instantly aroused at the thought of corrupting your innocent young body. Desperate to hear you scream his name, he tossed you onto your bed and climbed on top of you.

Slipping a large hand under your shirt, his eyes darkened when he realised you weren't wearing a bra. You writhed underneath him as he massaged your bare tits. His muscular thigh pressed against your aching core and you bucked your hips, desperate for some friction.

He took your shirt off and discarded it on the floor, staring down at your exposed chest. "Such nice tits," he worshipped, leaning down to kiss and suck on them. "Been dyin' to see these for so fuckin' long."

You moaned as his tongue left a wet trail between the valley of your breasts, and yelped as his teeth pinched your nipples. He unbuttoned your shorts, sliding his hand down your panties, feeling your arousal pooling down there.

"Always wondered what it felt like to be inside this pretty pussy of yours," he murmured, inserting a finger into your cunt.

You whined as he curled his finger slowly, hitting just the right spot to make your climax begin to build. He added another, curling them both until you were an incoherent mess underneath him.

He took his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. "Taste so good, sweetheart," he praised, tugging off his shirt and jeans.

You wiggled out of your shorts, spreading your legs wide for him. He licked his lips as he looked at your pussy. Leaning down between your legs, he ran his tongue along your slit, his facial hair scratching the sensitive skin.

"Can't get enough of you," he spoke before diving back down, tasting every inch of you.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, thighs wrapping around his neck as he ate you out, letting out a groan that rumbled through your body.

He didn't stop until he had worked another orgasm out of you, his cock now painfully hard. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to be inside you.

He pulled off his boxers and your eyes widened at his size.

"Fuck," you breathed out. "So big."

"Wanna feel your tight little pussy stretch around my cock," he grunted, flipping you over onto your stomach.

He lined himself up and pushed into your hole slowly, feeling your walls flutter around him. You gasped at the painful pleasure, you'd never been with anyone this big before. He bottomed out and you clenched around him as he stilled, allowing you to adjust.

You moaned, trying to buck your hips, wanting him to move. "Please, Bucky," you whined.

He began to move, sliding in and out of you, each thrust so deep it caused a wave of euphoria that grew stronger every time. As his pace built up, so did your pleasure.

"Takin' me so well, doll," he praised in your ear. "Still want me to ruin you?"

You mumbled a 'yes' and he wasted no time.

His pace was feral, slamming into you. He pushed your face into your pillow to muffle your screams of pleasure. His body pressed yours into the mattress, leaving you completely helpless underneath him.

"Go on," he urged. "Cum on my cock for me, princess."

You had no choice but to obey, your pussy gripping his thick cock as he pounded you through another orgasm. You screamed his name as your body convulsed with pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised. "Wanted to hear you scream my name for so fuckin' long."

Bucky knew he was close, but he didn't slow his pace. He was enjoying hearing you cry out for him too much to slow down.

"Gonna cum inside this sweet pussy of yours," he groaned. "I want you to take every fuckin' drop."

He stilled his assault as he filled you up with his cum, not pulling out until he was certain you'd taken every last drop of it. As he pulled out, a few drops leaked from your now sore pussy, which he pushed back in with his fingers.

He climbed off you and helped you to your feet. Neither of you spoke as you dressed, you felt too fucked out to try and make conversation.

Once you were both clothed, you turned to Bucky. "I've wanted that for so long."

He caressed your cheek again. "So have I. If you want it again, you know where I'll be."

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otptings · 4 years ago

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Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn’t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

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aereres · 3 years ago

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Wedding Shenanigans - Lando Norris

Summary: After getting paired with the one and only Lando Norris at your best friend's wedding, the night takes a sharp turn.

A/N: Repeating again in case anyone has missed it, from now on I'll be reposting my old hockey stories for the F1 fandom. The original posts can be found in my Hockey Masterlist.

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: plotless smut, swearing.

“Jules, get in that damn dress,” you stated, ignoring the groomsmen walking into the room as you pushed your best friend towards the dress. “You’re going to be late,”

“I have to assign you girls to your dates, first,” Jules mumbled, scrambling for the paper inside her bag. “Jen, you’re with Mac,”

You let Jules' voice become background noise as you smoothed the soft fabric of her dress, taking a good look at it. “Kourtney with Tyler. Melany with James,”

“And Y/N with Lando,”

“Lando who?” You asked, your voice taking that sarcastic tone you knew too well as you finally grabbed the dress for her.

“Lando Norris, dummy,” Jules chuckled. “If only you turned around and paid attention to me,”

With a playful huff, you turned around to face her, your eyes finally meeting Lando’s. His light orbs stared back at you, what you could only guess was a smirk painting his face as he gave you a once-over.

“Hi,” you said, voice soft, almost whispered.

“Hey,” was all the man said, his voice already making the coil inside your stomach tighten. You snapped out of your thoughts with a shake of your head, looking back at your best friend with a playful pointed look.

“Now, get in your dress, missy,” you said, squeezing her hand tightly. “And don’t you dare to make me cry,”

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By the time the entire ceremony and dinner were over, you were more than ready to get yourself on the dance floor and dance the night away.

Was it going to be with Lando? You didn't know. But you were hoping so.

You had watched Melany and James look like shy teenagers the entire evening: stealing looks from each other, letting their hands touch every once in a while, laughing awkwardly at the other's jokes.

It was weirdly entertaining - you were going to admit it - to see a 5’11 man acting like a teenager in love with the bride's cousin. You knew you were going to laugh at it for years.

"It's fucking boring in here," Lando coughed out from your side, making you stop nursing your glass of red wine and turn around to face him.

"It's a wedding, Lando," you chuckled, downing the liquid left inside your flute. "We'll probably be heading to the dance floor in a few minutes. Don't be such a baby,"

You met his eyes with a smirk as he readjusted his body on the chair, his legs spreading as he looked at you with a challenging look.

"Doesn't look like you're having fun either," he commented, eyes moving along your body as he kept talking. "You've been drinking your sobriety away for at least an hour,"

"The wine is so good, shouldn't be wasting it, right?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as his hand grasped your knee, making you jump in shock. Your widened eyes met his at the feeling of his hand inching upwards, roughly stopping on your inner thigh.

"Watch your tone, Y/N," he whispered in your ear, voice an octave deeper as his fingers drew shapes closely to the space where you needed him the most. "You don't wanna mess with me,"

"Maybe I do, though," you were able to breathe out, eyes snapping shut in a moment of weakness before you opened them again, remembering just then you were still in the middle of a venue. Well, with a guy's hand between your legs.

"Shouldn't have said that,"

Your eyes snapped to his as he squeezed your thigh. "We both know there's a room down that hall," he said, decently pointing towards one of the many hallways that led to the main part of the venue. "A room nobody uses,"

Your heart started beating against your rib cage as you realized where the night was leading. "I want you to get in that room and wait. Can you do that for me?"

He had put you back in your place, and you submissively nodded your head, getting rid of the napkin resting on your legs before standing up. Your legs felt wobbly as you walked towards the room, the darkness of the hallway being enough to hide you from unwanted eyes.

You closed the door behind yourself, nervously playing with the skin around your fingers as you waited for something to happen, for him to come in. Just as you were about to leave the room and see if Lando had only been playing with you, the door opened and closed in a second, his cologne filling your nostrils.

His body caged yours against the nearest wall, his eyes boring deeply into yours as his breath fanned against your face, his nose touching yours. "You don't know what you're going after, baby,"

Your breathing was ragged as your fingers grabbed his collar, pushing him closer to you and finally letting your lips touch. All the pent-up tension you had built during the night started to finally release, resulting in you having enough courage to palm his crotch over the soft material of his slacks.

He groaned loudly in your ear, his lips finding the skin of your neck. His movements were slow, teasing; they made you unable to resist him even more.

There was something about him, and you knew it.

You found yourself dropping to your knees, tugging the button of his pants open and awkwardly sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. His hard-on was close to your face, it made your mouth salivate. His palms against the wall were keeping him in balance as he looked down at you, a smirk on his face as he let one of his hands card through your hair.

You hesitantly sucked on his tip, looking up at him as you waited for his reaction before letting him hit the back of your throat, a small gagging noise filling the room. His low moan had you addicted, it had you wanting for more. Your movements became quicker, more erratic, and you were so into him that you almost forgot to breathe.

"Slow down, princess. Take your time," Lando said from above you, his smirk making your heart flutter. You slipped his cock out of his mouth for just a few seconds, taking in a deep breath before diving back in. His hand was gripping your hair tightly in a makeshift ponytail, helping your movements on his member as he let himself give in to the pleasure. Oh, did the night just take a turn.

You weren't expecting to be pulled off his cock so quickly, but he tugged you away, helping you back on your feet before lifting you up in his arms and continuing your make out session.

"I want to taste this pretty pussy-" he mumbled, his fingers playing with your drenched lips after pushing your panties to the side.

"You'll do it later tonight. Now, just fuck me, Lando," was all you breathed out, your head leaning against the wall as he teased you, chuckling into your ear.

His tip teased your clit, tracing small circles around it as he watched your face contort in pleasure. His dick then reached your opening, waiting a few seconds before gently thrusting inside you, stretching you out. You loudly moaned, gripping his shoulders as he began thrusting, the angle feeling amazing. He was thicker than you had thought, and it felt like heaven.

You let him take over, sending you into a frenzy as you tried to keep your moans to a low, your hands getting lost in his messy curls. "I want to hear you moan for me," he said, his voice low as his deep thrust left you breathless. "Whose cock is making you moan, baby?"

"Yours-" you breathed out.

"Yours what?"

"Yours, sir,"

His hand gripped your ass tightly as he quickened his movements even more, his cock tapping against your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. Everything became too much, and when his thumb started moving against your clit, you were done. You came with a strangled moan, your face hiding in the crook of his neck as he kept thrusting inside you, reaching his own release with a groan.

He held you close to him for a little more, his forehead sweaty as he kissed you again, his hands smoothing your dress down your middle.

He left the room quickly, leaving you on your own to clean yourself up before you also joined him outside. You found out just then that everyone had left the main part of the venue to reach the dance floor, so you were safe to put yourself back together before joining the rest of the guests.

In front of a mirror you found, you started fixing your hair, noticing your flushed face and sweat stained forehead.

"So, later tonight?" Lando said from beside you, fixing his tie with a smirk as he quoted your words.

"Don't get your hopes up," you hissed back, looking at the small love bite he had left on your shoulder. "Your ego is already too big for you,"

"My room or yours?"

“Hey there!” A familiar voice yelled, making you turn around to face your best friend and her husband with a shocked look. "We were wondering where you had gone,”

“You didn’t see anything!” You yelled back, pointing a finger her way warningly as she walked away. Just as the newly married couple turned the angle, you grabbed Lando by the collar of his shirt again and kissed his lips hungrily.

"Yours,"

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

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ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy.

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window.

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable.

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?”

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming.

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years ago

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so they released a trailer for the Clementine comic and I am laughing

Honestly I dunno what’s funnier: the use of this unfitting music to make the comic look more epic than it really is or the fact that skybound disabled the comments on the damn thing.

If you haven’t watched it, I’ll give you the link to DomTheBomb’s upload of the trailer because unlike Skybound, he didn’t disable the comments and you’re free to share your thoughts on it there if you wish.

If not, don’t worry, I’m gonna go through the whole thing and we’re gonna have a cheeky lil’ laugh about it.... because what else can ya do?

Alright, what’re we lookin’ at....? Lee and s1 Clementine. He’s telling her to get back, then he grabs her and they’re running away from some funky lookin’ walkers..... like what the hell is happening with these walkers?? look at them??

Seriously, they look like messy blobs, not walkers..... why?

these aren’t anything new, we saw these in one of the teaser pages that was previously released. Clementine’s having nightmares about Lee leaving her to the walkers..... which isn’t a thing that actually happened but I’m assuming this is an attempt at showcasing that lovely trauma she’s trying to put behind her, I imagine there’s gonna be some abandonment issues, some survivor’s guilt, the works.

Honestly, I’m a little worried about Tillie’s approach to covering Clementine’s trauma. This whole thing taking place during the winter time AND in a ski lodge...? Is Tillie gonna bother bringing up what happened last time Clem was in a ski lodge?

You remember- she reunited with Kenny, their group was attacked by Carver and his people, she watched at least one of her friends get executed in order to prove a point, was possibly held at gun point and threatened so that Kenny would surrender, and then they were brought to a new community as prisoners made to do hard labor.

What about the fact that AJ was born in the cold? That after she was shot and stuck with Kenny and Jane, she was made to walk through a snow storm with frozen walkers all around her.... only to then be told that AJ was dead, she watched Kenny and Jane fight to the death, she had to make a difficult choice which lead to said death... and then found AJ alive.

Are we gonna bring up any of that, or is that too hard? Are we only gonna talk about Clementine’s trauma with Lee because that’s “easy” and fan servicey? If so, then what a huge fucking wasted opportunity.

I mean, this whole comic is a wasted opportunity but I dunno, Tillie claims she played the whole series.... maybe actually use the source material a little?

A nice close up of her new foot.... which by the way, I was thinking about the whole “Clementine giving her new foot a name” thing and like..... y’all wanna make some bets?

Either she’s gonna name it something silly, or we’re gonna attempt to make readers go “nawww” by naming it Lee.... possibly AJ....

.....Dude, if she names her foot AJ, I’m gonna scream. Y’all will hear me scream, no matter where you are, you will hear it.

Then again, I’m leaning more toward Tillie pretending AJ doesn’t exist for this comic sooooo..... who knows?

“Based on the hit Telltale Games series” ....hnnggg

Speaking of Telltale, has anyone checked on the devs? the writers? hell, the voice actors? Jared Emerson-Johnson? Literally everyone who worked on the games? Are they okay?

Surely it can’t feel good to have gone through all the bullshit of losing your job so suddenly when you’re in the middle of finishing Clementine’s story, having all of that stress, then getting a second chance to finish the story you started and the opportunity to end Clementine’s story the proper way, the way you envisioned...... only for Skybound to be like “but the milk! The cow still has milk!”

Seriously, are they okay? Has anyone checked? Is Kent okay? Mary Kenney? Lauren Mee?? Adam Esquenazi Douglas??? Everyone else?? Are y’all okay??

Yeah, we know.... we all played TFS. We know she lives.

You didn’t need to make a comic trilogy to tell us something we already know.

I see you there, Amos. You and you’re funny little hat.

Alright, so Clem and Amos are fighting walkers. She has her hat and scarf that she got from the community where she got her new foot, so this is after that................... hnnnggg, can I just say that I kinda hate that I can piece together these events now?

And yes, I’m laughing..... oh, how I’m laughing.

....Amos, my dude.... why does your face look like that?

Relax your eyes, you’re freaking me out.

Oh good....

oh GOOD

Are these the evil twins we were promised?? Probably. They probably are.

Then again, everyone has the same damn face to begin with so who knows.

I just... I can’t help it.

Tillie, I have some questions and all I want are some honest answers...... were you at all inspired by Minerva and Sophie, or is the twin thing a mere coincidence? because I’m fully aware that twins aren’t a new thing. I’m pretty sure that TFS didn’t invent twins, so I’m not gonna sit here and wiggle my little finger at you dramatically......... it’s just an interesting choice since the twins were pretty important in TFS.

I mean, I assume you’re trying to make this story, and by extension Clementine, you’re own so I’m just a little curious of why there are so many things that could be linked back to TFS..... like the damn twin thing.

I’M SORRY I KNOW IT’S NOT FUNNY BUT C’MON

Okay... new love.

First of all, I told you. Let the record show that I told you that Clementine would be getting a new girlfriend. Tillie Walden writes wlw stories, that’s literally what she’s known for, you don’t hire her and then expect her to NOT give Clementine a new lady love interest.

Second, we don’t know this new love interest’s name, therefore I shall refer to her as Glasses.... because she’s wearing glasses. Creativity.

Now, I know some people were assuming that Amos would be the potential love interest for this, and to that I refer you to my first point...... however, I do wanna note that since this trailer dropped, I’ve had chats with my discord buddies about this whole romance storyline and we talked about how the concept of the goddamn love triangle isn’t completely thrown out of the window.

Thanks. I hate it.

To be fair, I don’t think Tillie is gonna write a love triangle because that’s dumb, we all know that she’s going to end up with Glasses because Tillie’s the one writing it. There’s no point to it. Tillie went off about how she wants to write Clementine and show what it’s like to be queer in the zombie apocalypse, she only writes sapphic love stories... 2+2=4.

Plus, TFS had a love triangle.... kinda. But that worked because you are playing as Clementine, you get to decide if your Clementine has romantic chemistry with Louis or Violet, or neither of them. They’re both interested in her, she shows an interest in both of them, it’s just up to you to push her in the direction you want.

Comics don’t work like that.

And you’re not really helping yourself out with in the parallels department if this is a thing. We already got the twins, the theory that Amos is white, amish Louis and speculation that Glasses is just gonna be Violet but with glasses slapped on her face....... stop digging, your grave is gonna hit lava at some point.

Again, this is only a theory that we came up with, there’s no evidence that I can tell that this is even a possibility............. but if it happens, I’m gonna laugh.

..................Clementine’s face........ hhhnnngggggg

Oh no, why you lookin’ so sad, Amos? Is Glasses giving you the stink eye? That’s not nice.

...........aaaaaaaaand it looks like we might be getting an enemies/rivals to lovers with Clementine and Glasses. Wow. Great. Never heard of that trope with wlw stories, it’s not overdone or anything, nope.

Seriously though, look... I know that trope is popular for a reason, a lot of people eat that shit up and I’m not here to shame you for that. You do you.

However, I’m not a fan of enemies to lovers soooo I’m not exactly pleased with this idea at all. For me to like that trope in a story, it has to be done exceptionally well and I don’t think this comic is gonna pull it off.

Remember when I mentioned that there’s already speculation that Glasses is just gonna be Violet 2.0 based on looks and what we’ve seen of her in this trailer.... well, Clementine and Violet had a little bit of a “rivals” [if you can really call it that] to lovers thing if you went down that route.... kinda? I’m not saying that since violentine kinda did that then no one else is ever allowed to do it again......... but I dunno, man.... it’s not looking great.

Watch Glasses be named after a flower.... Rose, Peony, Blossom.... if she’s named after a flower, I am going to laugh.

At that point, it can’t be a coincidence, I’m sorry.

Also look, with this romance everyone is getting screwed by the comic. It doesn’t matter if you romanced Louis, Violet, or had Clementine remain single- the comic is pointing and calling all of us nerds.

You romanced Louis? The comic said “nah we don’t like him, have glasses instead”

You romanced Violet? The comic said “yeah but this model has glasses”

Singletine? “single doesn’t sell, here’s some glasses”

Y’know, if anything good comes outta this damn thing, it’s that we can all finally agree on something, yeesh.

Evil twin is evil. Next.

Wow, what a power couple.

............................also, I’m sorry, but Clementine’s face... hhhhnnnnggggg

Nawww, c’mon Amos, don’t look at me like that. You’ll probably survive this comic.

Unless you don’t.

.............If Amos has a name for his fancy little axe, that’s just gonna be another point to my theory that he’s just white, Amish Louis and I will not be happy and you know why.

Oh no. Clementine is in danger. Will she make it out of this alive?

Yes. Yes, she will.

Can’t milk the cow if she’s dead.

Also, there are two more books after this. I’m not worried about her dying, Tillie and Skybound don’t have the balls to do that.

aaaaaaaaaaaand here is where Tillie’s art style really gets in the way.

I have no idea who the hell this is.

Is this Glasses without her glasses and hat? Is this one of the twins?? Is this someone new?? I can’t tell because y’all have the same fucking face, same fucking hair, same fucking clothing, WHO ARE YOU?? ARE YOU NEW HERE?? HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE??? ARE YOU LOST?? AM I LOST???

WHO ARE YOU???

Aside from Denny in the previous teaser pages we got, everyone looks the same! THEIR GODDAMN FACE ARE THE SAME! Clementine looks kinda different, but I can’t tell if that just because of her hat and scarf! And I can tell where Amos is because he has obvious blond hair, freckles, and wears a distinct hat! GLASSES WEARS GLASSES BUT IF YOU TOOK THE GLASSES AWAY THEN SHE LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!

I might be losing my goddamn mind, this trailer is hurting my brain

salkdfjlksdjlkfsad.....sakjdlkasjdlkajdalkkekeeeeeee

dkslcleeeemmmakldll......faaaaaa.......dkjflkajslkda.......whaa.....wAHAT IS FACE?????

Oh look, Glasses got her glasses back assuming that was her before....unless it wasn’t, though I’ve given up on trying to tell anymore.

So, it looks like Glasses might be injured with Clementine holding her and crying, very dramatic, so tragic.

But the real tragedy here is Clementine’s pencil thin eyebrow..... do you see that thing? Remember Clementine’s eyebrows in the game? They were thing, defined, and so lovely that they got a fucking CREDIT at the end of the game.

hhhnnnnnnnggggggg Clementine’s face what are you???

Are we done yet?

.We’re done, thank god.

Side note, but as I was writing this, Tumblr called me a bitch and deleted half of this post when I tried to save it.... so I had to rewrite a bunch of stuff.... I am very tired....

ANYWAY

That’s everything in the trailer.

The music is fun, but doesn’t match the tone of what the comic is trying to do. I don’t have much else to add, at least I don’t think I do.

Oh, another fun little note, just in case you’re interested-

She’s currently working on book 2....... so there’s that.

Let me know what you guys think, I’m interested in your thoughts! We can all be salty little pandas together!

#twdg #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg clouis #twdg violentine #long post

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Author san!!! Can I use my free pass for the Black bull team pleasee!! I am sure one piece requests will flood away but I wanna read about the black bulls team so much. Fluff/Romance HCs. It can be anything like first meetings or kiss idk what ever you wish and feel like writing. Its your choice. The black bulls, I love them so much especially Zora... I absolutely fell in love with his charecter design, his outfit and his personality. Sadly he is not that popular. Please do justice for him. Thankyou!!!

Hi Abhi! I’m so glad to see you requesting something for the Black Bulls, they are such an amazing squad! For this one I decided to go with first kisses, since I recently wrote more kissing headcanons and I think they’re surprisingly fun to write UwU Zora is up first, and since you mentioned him not being popular, I decided to put more of the less-popular Bulls in here! I hope you enjoy ❤

Zora Ideale

Behind his though exterior, Zora is actually a little bit of a romantic. He doesn't quickly grow attached to someone, let alone fall in love, but it happened. Zora believes you deserve someone better than him, but you picked him so he'll just have to be the best version of himself for you.

He'll make sure the setting is right for the first kiss. Some place away from people, some please you can relax. Probably one of your favourite places. A first kiss should be memorable, right?

He'll place his hand on your cheek and lean In slowly, giving you enough time to turn away in case you'd be uncomfortable. He half expects you to punch him in the face or something.

The kiss is soft, your lips just barely touching. Zora is a little worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and his pointy teeth may or may not be part of that worry. He's not changing them though, he likes them this way.

When he takes his hand off your cheek after the kiss there's a stinkbug on there. Zora wouldn't be himself if he was a perfect gentleman, right?

Charmy Pappitson

Your first kiss with Charmy will be kind of spontaneous, a kiss that will surprise both you and Charmy. It will, however, also be a sweet one, in more ways than one.

You and Charmy will just be relaxing, eating something sweet Charmy has made. Cupcakes, donuts, anything. As you're both enjoying it and gushing over the taste, Charmy notices a bit of frosting/filling/whatever stuck just above your lips. She'll point it out, but instead of describing exactly where it is so you can remove it yourself, she'll grab her chance, quickly lean in and clean it up herself.

The kiss lasts about a second, it's over before you even realise what just happened.

Charmy herself is a little surprised at her sudden bravado and looks away with a blush on her face, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She liked it alright, but what if you didn't like it?

She'll be so taken off guard by her own action, that you have the perfect opportunity to lean in and place a kiss on her lips, this time a proper one. Once your lips part, she will be laughing awkwardly, probably avoiding your eyes by looking at the sweets.

Asta

“Y/n! Can I kiss you?!”

It's Asta's typical stressed/flustered way of shouting and even though he asked you away from other people, you're pretty sure anyone within the vicinity has heard him yelling.

Once Asta falls in love, he wastes no time getting his feelings across. He has no problem proclaiming them to you, be in privacy or in front of others. Once he knows you return his feelings, he will be so ecstatic that he forgets everything else. Including that he wants to kiss you.

So somewhere between 30 minutes and 3 hours after he confessed, he will be asking you if he can kiss you. When you say yes, he'll step closer to close the distance between the two of you, put his hands, which you can feel are a little sweaty because of the nerves, on your cheeks and slowly closes the distance.

The kiss itself is very careful, Asta has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't want to do anything wrong either. First kisses are special, right? He keeps his lips pressed to yours for a few seconds before pulling away with a big grin.

Grey, Henry, Luck, Noelle, Gauche, Gordon and Secre after the cut!

Grey

Grey is just not doing it. She's way too embarrassed, and there's just no way she can get herself to ask you to kiss you. She'll consider catching you by surprise and just doing it, but what if you don't want a kiss? Or what if she does it wrong?

She's an absolute mess. She'll ask Gauche and Noelle for help, but their advice is simply ‘just ask it’ or ‘just do it’. It's no help to her, which only makes her believe even more that she's a lost cause.

She will make several attempts to ask you, but she just never can get any further than the word ‘can'. The stuttering already starts when she calls out your name to get your attention, and after a few attempts to ask ‘can I kiss you?’ the embarrassment becomes too much and she transforms herself into the big guy. She's not finishing that sentence and no matter how much you ask her about it afterwards, she won't complete it.

Ideally, she'll wait for you to kiss her first. It'll still be super embarrassing, but at least she won't be the one who has to make the moves.

Henry Legolant

Henry is a little hesitant about kissing you, he knows what effect he has on the people who come too close to him, but he really wants to! So he'll think about it for a good while before hatching a little plan.

On a moment when nobody is around, he'll call out your name, step closer to you slowly so you can step away if you become uncomfortable, slowly leans in when he's close enough and kisses you. He has his arms around you to support you, in case he's draining too much mana from you.

The kiss is soft and slow, and he stays close to you for a few seconds, not wanting to part from you too quickly. He tightens his hold on you a little, enjoying the rare feeling of being close, certainly this close, to someone.

He'll then hand you a little plate of food he had asked Charmy to prepare for him beforehand and step back to give you some space. It's Charmy's special food to restore mana. Of course Charmy was in on his plan, he had to tell her to get her to make something for him, and unknown to you she's sneakily watching through the keyhole of the door to see if their plan worked.

Luck Voltia

Luck didn't plan on kissing you today. Luck doesn't plan on anything. He always goes with the slow and his only goal is for the two of you to have fun. Aside from that, it really doesn't matter what happens. Though if fighting or pranks are involved, that's a plus! And that's exactly what put him in a good enough mood to kiss you.

The two of you had just played a huge prank and were running away from your poor victim, who seemed about ready to murder you. You were laughing like maniacs as you ran and you eventually lost them. The two of you now stood still, catching your breath and laughing.

That's when he does it, suddenly and unexpectedly. The kiss is story and sweet, gone as soon as you felt it. Just a little peck. Luck simply keeps smiling at you while you're trying to process what just happened. He'll start laughing at your reaction, and it makes you unable to stop yourself from laughing as well.

The whole situation is a little absurd, but there's no uncomfortable silences, no tension, no awkwardness. Just your boyfriend playing a little prank on you, one you certainly don't mind.

Noelle Silva

Noelle is going to do everything in her power to make you be the one to kiss her first. She's a royal, she shouldn't be the one making the first moves. Right?

She's tried to a few times, but she just gets too embarrassed every time and chickens out. Hence her new plan: make you want to kiss her. You're already attracted to her so it shouldn't be too hard, right?

She'll put some extra effort into looking pretty, and she'll try to bait you with things like a subtle with pretty lipgloss, or by leaving a little bit of food hanging on her lip. She's not the most subtle person, so her message should come across pretty easily. It's up to you whether you want to tease her a little about it and pretend to not notice, or to just give her what she wants.

If you keep ignoring her hints, she'll eventually find a moment to just tell you that you can kiss her. Mostly likely when you've gotten her something or done something for her.

“You did good, as a reward, you're allowed to kiss me.”

No, even though she said it, she's still not making that first move herself.

Gauche Adlai

Gauche is not a very subtle person. When he wants something, it's obvious. Usually he just makes sure he gets it too. You, however, are the one exception to that. The one person aside from Marie that he's careful with, about whose opinion he cares. So, instead of just kissing you right the moment when he feels like it, he waits a little.

He's not too worried about setting up a good romantic setting, that's not what matters anyway, it's the kiss that matters, but he does try to get some privacy for that moment. He doesn't need people commenting on him kissing you when he does, it's a pain in the ass.

But getting some privacy with the Black Bulls around is nearly impossible, and Gauche is struggling to even create such an opportunity. His patience runs thin pretty quickly, he just wants to kiss you already, so he pulls you away behind a corner, pulls you close to him and kisses you there.

The kiss is a little on the rough side, mostly due to Gauche's annoyance at the whole situation and at how long he had to wait. He calms down pretty fast though, now that he's gotten what he wanted.

Gordon Agrippa

Gordon usually goes with the flow, letting you take the lead, letting you set the boundaries. It was like that in his friendship with you, and it will continue to be like that in his relationship with you. However, you two have yet to have your first kiss and he's getting a little worried about it. So this time, he decides to make a move.

When the two of you are relaxed and away from prying eyes, he'll just talk to you about it. Not in a sad or an accusing kind of way, but in a way filled with curiosity. Were you shy? Were you uncomfortable? Did you just not want to? Were you waiting for him to make the first move? Despite the somewhat weird topic, it's a comfortable conversation.

Once you let him know you're comfortable with it, be it during that conversation or later, he'll carefully cup your cheek in his right hand, put his left hand around you to pull you close and then he'll kiss you in a soft yet sweet kiss. Nothing too overwhelming, just a relaxed and loving moment.

Mind the lipstick stains though. The other Bulls will have a riot when they see them.

Secre Swallowtail

Secre never really thought too much about kissing you. Sure, she loved you, but physical displays of affection are not really her forte, nor are they extremely important to her. She always figured that if you wanted to kiss, you'd come to her and kiss her, simple as that.

However, when Vanessa, be it in an alcohol-induced haze, informed her that kisses were needed to assure the other of your love for them, she got a little insecure. Was that the ramblings of a drunk woman? Or was there some truth in that and were you doubting her love for you?

She remembered Tetia and Licht, and how happy they seemed when they kissed, so there must be some truth in it at least, right?

So she asks you if it's bothering you. Expressing her emotions aren't her strongest point, but you can see some worry and uncertainty in her eyes. If you assure her you're fine, that's that. If you let her know in any way that you would like to kiss her though, she'll lean towards you and place a quick peck on your lips. The contact doesn't even last for a second, but Secre can't help herself from smiling. Maybe kisses were better than she thought.

#zora ideale x reader #charmy pappitson x reader #asta x reader #henry legolant x reader #luck voltia x reader #gauch adlai x reader #noelle silva x reader #gordon agrippa x reader #secre swallowtail x reader #grey x reader #black clover x reader #black clover imagine #cookie writes #headcanons #700 followers event #requested #vemuabhi #scheduled post

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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My beloved! I do not know if you watched the recent lore stream ( if you haven't please! Watch it before answering my ask! ) I was wondering if you could do something with eret and foolish where instead of foolish dying it's the reader? And the reader is on her last life after she died from badboyhalo? Just some angst ( please I wanna cry out my feelings after this stream omg- and plus your my favorite writer so yea :p)

Have an amazing day! <3

-Moosh

BELOVED! EEEEEEE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ERET FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'm just going to make it an Eret x Reader because I don't know Foolish's character too well if that's okay?

(ALso, you will make me cry from all these compliments, please ;^;)

I actually am adding onto this because I want to make a hybrid reader for once, hope you don't mind! ^^

SPOILERS FOR THE RED BANQUET AND MULTIPLE PRONOUNS USED FOR ERET

My Monarch (C!Eret x GN!Butterfly Hyrbid!Reader)

You giggled softly, your beautiful paper-thin wings flitting behind you as you hopped around Eret's room while he got his newly tailored red cloak chained together, "My goodness, monarch, you're going to waste up all your energy before the party even begins!" He laughed at your reddened cheeks while he put his crown on top of his neatly styled hair, putting his sunglasses on shortly after, "How do I look?"

"Like a true queen!" You chirped, adjusting your outfit in the mirror beside your lover before frowning and taking the glasses away from her, "Ah, ah, nope. If I'm having my wings out of my cloak, you aren't wearing your sunglasses, darling, we've been over this."

The royal huffed and gave a small pout but didn't argue much on the matter, as they did, in fact, practically beg you to keep your wings out for display for the banquet. With a small chuckle, they reached over and picked up your crown that was decorated with rainbows of jewels, placing it on your styled (h/l) (h/c) hair, being mindful of your antennae, "There... There's my monarch."

You blushed slightly at the nickname and gave a small giggle as you took his hand, "Come on, let's get going, Bad will get impatient if we're late." Eret gave a nod with a smile, leading you towards the door and out of his castle.

The two of you were happily chatting with each other as you travelled to the stairway that led underground, happily saying hellos to your 'mama' Puffy, who gave you typical motherly affection, ie: smooshing your cheeks as she gave you a light headbutt while calling you every motherly compliment in the book, and anyone else that was also invited to the Banquet. When you arrived, you took a sharp breath as you saw the room filled with red vines crawling and writhing everywhere, it sickened you... But, this was about Bad apologizing, and you supposed that you could put your discomfort off to the side for just a little bit.

Eret, being the gentleman she was, pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, smiling softly as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in the chair. She pushed you in and sat in the chair to your left, Puffy on your right, gently taking your hand once she was tucked into the table.

You were so anxious that you could barely focus on the speech Bad was giving, until your ears and antennae picked up the sound and scent of running lava which successfully shook you out of your thoughts, but before you could mention anything to Eret, you heard a chuckle.

"Now, prepare to die."

There was a chorus of gasps that tore from everyone's mouths as the sound of lava got louder. You lifted your head from staring at the red soup in the bowl in front of you and looked around in horror as you saw lava blocking the exits. You felt Eret tighten their grip on your hand, but by then your heart was already racing in fear and your wings were shifting around nervously.

"Oh my god!"

"We've been walled in!"

"After all that?!"

Bad tossed his empty glass bottle to the side, causing it to shatter on the ground below and get greedily grabbed at by the red vines, "Well uh, that's right."

"Bad, what about turning over this leaf?!" Captain Puffy snapped, slamming her mostly empty bottle of water down on the table as she stood up.

The nine-foot-tall demon seemed to nonchalantly brush off her outburst and shook his head lamely, "No, the leaf is staying the way it is." He sat up properly in his chair and rested his elbows on the warped wooden table to hold his chin in his hands.

"Is... There any way out?" You asked aloud, quickly spinning around, looking for any gap that you could possibly fly through. Eret quickly wrapped his arm around you, his white eyes wide with slight hints of fear that he was used to hiding with his glasses.

"No! There's literally no way out!" Fundy cried out, restlessly shuffling and running around, trying to find anything everyone could use to escape.

HBomb gave a small shriek of pain as he burned his hand on the lava, "It is real lava! It is real lava!" He gasped out as Puffy quickly made him shove his hand into the bowl of beat soup. Bad calmly walked over and gave him a glimmering gold apple with a sickly sweet smile.

"You should try not to die yet, HBomb." He chuckled softly as he returned to his seat once the man eagerly bit into the potion soaked fruit, desperate to get rid of the burning sensation.

Puffy took a few deep breaths and held out her arms, trying to get everyone to stop freaking out completely, "We're fine, we're fine, we're fine! I- I didn't trust you, Bad, I didn't trust you at all. I didn't trust Antfrost. I knew! I knew something was up, it's unfortunate to say I can't trust either one of you... Because... I planned this..."

She eagerly ripped off the red silken table cloth to reveal a chest buried in the table, spilling drinks and soup everywhere for the vines to eagerly writhe towards, "Oh?! What?!" Bad gasped, his mouth parting in shock... Before it fell bad into a devious smile as Puffy gave a cry of confusion, finding the chest completely empty, "Oh? Were you... Looking for this, perchance?"

Bad equipped diamond enchanted armour and held up an enchanted diamond sword that glimmered in the light of the lava, Ant, Ponk... And Hannah... Doing the same, "Sorry Puffy. I had to do it..." Hannah Rose walked over and sat in the empty seat on Bad's left.

"Do... What, Hannah? Why?!" The Ram hybrid whispered in horror.

"I had to tell them." She responded simply, blinking a few times as her eyes went from a forest coloured green to redder than the colour of the egg's vines slithering around your ankles, "The egg..."

Biting back a sob, you looked at Hannah, "You were with them the whole time...?"

Sam stood completely still, looking at the girl sadly, "You... Told them, Hannah?" The warden murmured.

"I had to." She glanced at Bad with a small grin before looking back at her former friends, including you, "It was the only way."

"I'm sorry," Bad started, sounding almost completely genuine, if it wasn't for the crooked smile he was wearing, "I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Puffy. But, time to get on to the main event!"

The creeper hybrid held up his hand, pointing one finger to the ceiling to silently tell the Eggpire to hold on for just a moment, "Well... That is, tragic, that you told them about our plans for the armour, but..." You could tell Sam grinned behind his mask as his green eyes gave a few sparks of smugness, "Something, you should know. I had another plan. Because I didn't trust you."

"...What do you mean 'another plan'?" Bad pointed his loaded crossbow at the warden, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Well," He pulled a remote out of his pocket and scanned it in mock curiosity, "I think, that we all can agree, that this has gone on long enough now. I'm tired of all this fighting. So I say we just blow the egg up. For good, this time, with an amount of TNT that it can't survive... So I hid a trap..."

'Of course... The creeper hybrid is using TNT...' You thought with a small smile, trying to distract yourself from the heartstopping fear overwhelming your body at the moment as Bad stuttered in surprise.

"A trap?! Wait, what do you mean!?" the demon growled as Sam got up and walked slightly closer to the egg, digging his thumb into the button on the remote he held.

"We did something even you couldn't prepare for!" Puffy shouted as TNT began to rain out of a small gap in the ceiling.

Eret, worrying for your safety and how the sounds or smell of gunpowder would affect your hypersensitive senses, pulled you close and she wrapped you in her cloak. You desperately grasped at the fabric of her red dress as she covered your ears in an attempt to make the loud booms easier for your insect senses to handle.

By the time it stopped and Eret let you go, there were shocked gasps and the egg... Had... Turned to crying obsidian? "You guys-" Bad had to take a breath through his maniacal laughter to wipe a tear, "You really thought you could defeat the egg? With TNT? After Quackity tried that, we took proper... Preparations. And we made it so that we wouldn't have to worry about TNT anymore, thank you very much!"

"I think you mean precautions..." You murmured quietly, curling in on yourself and hiding behind Eret slightly when you saw soulless white eyes glare in your directions.

"Shut up, (Y/n)." He huffed, and Eret had to physically stop Puffy from storming over and fighting the man in diamond armour with her bare hands, "Now, would you all please kindly make your way over here... We can begin the summary executions."

Shock flooded through your veins at how eagerly Bad hopped out of his chair them walked over to where the Egg, the crying obsidian fading away, and standing on a platform. There was a chorus of shocked cries and just cries in general as Bad waved his crossbow around, "What about the speeches man?!" Fundy growled, glaring at Bad as he tried to get you all to leave the table.

"Oh, that was all just to lull you into a false sense of security!" He responded with another crooked smile and a 'duh' tone, "You see, the egg needs something, and it's gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the egg to hatch, it needs energy, and it gets that energy from people dying near it! And that's the role that you guys are gonna fill! We are gonna kill you one by one..."

"You're a monster..." Eret mumbled under their breath, holding your hand tightly, able to feel your racing heart from the pulse in your wrist. This had gone on long enough, sure, destroying everything on the server was one thing, but threatening not only their life, not only their friends' lives, but their lover's life as well! You only had two more before you were gone from this world forever... And by whatever gods were listening, they swore that they were going to protect those final two, even at the risk of their own life.

Bad turned his head, his twisted smile faltering slightly, "What was that, Eret? What did you say?" He leaned closer mockingly, to see if Eret really had the guts to repeat what was just said.

"You're an absolute monster," Eret repeated with a slight growl to his voice this time, taking a step closer to the corrupted man as a threat and also effectively blocking you from Bad's gaze, "How could you? We all trusted you, Bad."

"Trust?!" Ant spoke up for the first time that night, grinning almost like a Cheshire cat, "Okay, Eret... Keep talking. Keep talking about trust."

Sucking a breath through your gritted teeth, you cringed as Ant retorted with a verbal dagger, one he knew would hurt Eret deeply, and hurt her it did, "That was a long time ago!" You snapped immediately, stepping forwards to defend her which definitely caught everyone off guard. You were NOT about to let some egg puppets trash talk your lover, "She's changed!"

"You know what..." Bad hummed, almost comically tapping his finger to his lip before pointing at Eret, "I think, Eret, you would be a perfect person... To sacrifice first!"

Giving a cry of horror, you felt the red vines react to Bad's words and grab you and Eret, successfully yanking you away from each other despite your cries and struggles of protests. The large vines picked Eret up and brought them to the execution platform that Bad was standing on. The entire time, you were trying to run over to grab them, but the vines kept creating a wall and pushing you back, "No! No, no, no!" You screamed desperately, trying to reach out to the crown-wearing lover that was now being held on the platform by the very vines that were holding you back.

"Does anyone have anything?!" Foolish cried, quickly patting his pockets and looking around for anything, anything at all, to use as a weapon.

"I- We have no weapons!"

"No one has anything?! We literally can't do anything about this!"

Bad only chuckled, seeming to find amusement in everyone's distress, "Excellent, excellent, I really appreciate you guys following the directive and not bringing any weapons. That's very courteous of you." He turned towards Eret with his readied crossbow, gleefully ignoring your cries.

"We trusted you!" You yelled, throwing a useless punch at the wall of vines that blocked your way again, everyone roaring at the Eggpire in agreement with your statement.

"Well that was your first mistake," He chided in almost a playful manner, "Did you really think we were just going to stop trying to spread the egg's influence over the server, just because a couple people got mad at the vines? Like, come on. That's been the objective all along. It's been to hatch the egg. The egg wants power, and it's gonna get it."

His finger lightly began tapping at the trigger of his crossbow that had the bolt pointing to your lover's head, which caused a sob to escape past your lips as you finally had enough and finally flew into the air, expertly weaving past the red vines that tried to grab you out of the air. Quickly, you swooped down and reached out for Eret, but you felt something fly past your ear... Then suddenly, the king gave a cry of his own and you felt your flying balance get thrown off, causing you to begin to plummet towards the ground.

The horrified shrieks of your lover, mother figure and your friends rang through your ears as you quickly plummeted towards the earth as a result of gravity, only to be suddenly halted in mid-air which caused your crown to fall to the ground, completely wrapped in vines that clearly didn't care how badly they were bending your wings. You whined in pain at the tight grip, and looked over at your beloved butterfly features, only to give a sob of pain as you saw a large tear had sliced through your right (f/c) wing... "You... You bastard..." You hissed at the demon who came over and reloaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"You know, I think I like your energy more than your lover's." He cupped your chin in an almost loving fashion, causing Eret to immediately lash out and begin barking insults as well as threats. Unfortunately, her violence was ignored as the vines picked her up again, "Your unwavering loyalty, your love, your fierceness despite how fragile you are..."

"Get your hands away from them!" Puffy yelled, she and Foolish going to run to help you, but they were blocked off by the vines in the same way you once were, "For fucks sake Bad! Leave my child alone! They were just defending Eret, you know, their lover?!"

Bad only hummed as the vines lamely tossed Eret to the crowd of people, but thankfully he was caught by Foolish and Sam instead of hitting the ground but his crown hit the ground close to yours, breaking most of the rainbow coloured gems off, "I'm quite aware of their relationship, thank you, Puffy." He stepped back and the vines threw you to the ground on the execution platform, causing you to bounce off the nether bricks harshly before finally rolling into the centre.

Your head was spinning and your sight was blurry, but you still managed to hear the screams of terror from your friends, the begging from Puffy for Bad to leave you alone, and the sobs leaving Eret's throat as they cried out for you, "Monarch... (Y/N)!" They screamed, trying to run to you as well, but unsurprisingly they were held back as well.

It... was funny... You wanted to go to this party so badly... You begged Eret to come to this party, you spent weeks picking out your outfit... You were so excited...

And now here you were... Flightless and beyond concussed...

About to die...

"I love you..." You managed to whisper to Eret before Ant rose his enchanted sword... Then quickly lowering it, piercing through your chest...

"(Y/N)! NO!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Antfrost. Lives 1/3

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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a high school prom au where the reader and Dream are like childhood best friends and the readers date shows up with someone else then when the reader feels all lonely, Dream is like “what if we danced🥺” ??? anyways love you and your fanfics you’re like my favorite writer on tumblr💖💘

+ this is such a cute concept! I’ve never written anything like this, but I hope it was what you wanted<3

++ also this is such an old request, I’m so sorry

prom night - dream

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: high school au! dream x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after being abandoned by your prom date, the person you expected the least to spend the night with asks you for a dance.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.501

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, fluff, swearing, slight mention of alcohol use.

song recommendation: love on the brain - rihanna

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

there your date stood, arm wrapped around a person that you for sure knew wasn't you. the excitement disappeared from every corner and edge of your body, hands falling to your sides in complete disappointment.

proudly, your so-called date stepped forward in line with a smile on their face, waiting to be the next for the photo shoot the had been set up. your smile was gone. and so was your passion for continuing this prom.

looking down, you turned on your heels, walking away from the great asshole of a date, and finding an empty seat by one of the available tables.

you’d wondered why it took so long for your date to arrive - you should’ve known, really. but no - now you were just left sitting alone by an empty table. what was the point of even being there anymore when all you could feel was loneliness?

everyone else was having fun, partying and smiling about the night ahead of them - just like you should’ve been. but now, you were just left with feeling disappointed in yourself. how could you make yourself believe that someone actually wanted to bring a date like you to the prom? what were you thinking?

you sighed deeply as you rested your head in the palm of your hand, other hand busy with tracing the cutouts on the table.

“just go over there, man!”

“yeah, they’re just sitting there all alone… this is your perfect chance!”

clay scratched the back of his head, staring down at the drink in his hand.

“I don't know… what if they say no?”

george and nick both rolled their eyes. the only one who really believed that was gonna happen would be clay. it was crystal clear to literally everyone else that the two of you had developed feelings for each other over the many years of knowing one another. clay would always brush it off with a “we’re just friends”, but really, he knew they were right.

he’d known you since he was 8 and you 7 - having been best friends since that day and until last year. you'd kinda… broken off since then. as you grew older, more important things had distracted you from keeping the connection, and eventually, you just slipped away.

he knew he liked you as more than a friend. but he was certain you didn't.

after all, you wanted to go with a complete dickhead, who ditched you anyway. and now look where you were.

“hey guys~ why are you wasting the night just standing here? let’s party!” karl slurred as he came crashing into george and nick, swinging both arms around their shoulder from behind.

as george was busy pushing karls’ arm off of him, and nick pulling him closer, clay’s eyes were only focused on you. you looked so… sad. no one should be sad on their prom night, and frankly, maybe his friends were right.

before he knew it, his feet dragged him across the dance floor, towards your place on the chair. george’s eyes widened, a big smile spreading across his face, showing off his braces.

“would you two stop flirting with each other and watch what is happening right now?”

nick and karl giggled.

“why, are you jealous gogy?” nick teased, causing a light shade of pink to brush across george’s cheeks.

“shut up-”

“hey.”

the second you broke away from your melancholy stare at the table, your heart started racing and a wave of sweat danced across your skin. he hadn't talked to you since… you couldn’t even remember the last time.

lifting your head off your hand, you sat up straight, watching as clay scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“hi,” you responded, voice quiet and unsure.

why was he talking to you all of a sudden? after all these months with absolutely no contact with each other, now he wants to talk to you? on the other hand, it’s not like you'd been very communicative with him either…

clay hesitated slightly, shifting on his feet. “why are you sitting here all alone? I thought you had a date?”

you sighed, corner of your lips turning down slightly. “yeah… they ditched me.” you looked away from him, feeling somewhat embarrassed that you'd let yourself get into a situation like that.

clay felt bad. how could someone let go so easily of someone as perfect as you? on the other hand, this meant that no one else could have you - and that made him kind of relieved.

he hesitated a little before speaking up again; “what a dickhead.”

that made you laugh a little. “yeah.”

silence approached after that, and a tension started building up. the both of you could feel the unspoken words you'd been keeping from each other rise up - yet you remained quiet.

after all, there wasn’t really anyone you could blame your fading friendship on - apart from yourselves.

clay cleared his throat, as a new, slower song came on, hand reaching out in front of him, hovering right before you. your eyes trailed along his tux-clad arm and up to his eyes, noticing the withheld love in them.

“do you wanna dance with me?”

you blinked at him, thankful that the fluorescent lights made it hard for him to see the blush on your cheeks. your heart felt as if it was pounding out of your chest.

“I-,” you stuttered, recollecting yourself quickly before placing your hand into his, fitting perfectly right into his palm. you smiled up at him softly. “I’d love to.” he smiled back to you, gripping onto your hand and lead you through the large crowd of people onto the dance floor.

he turned to you, taking in how absolutely breathtaking you looked right then. it was hard for him not to blurt out compliments at you at any given chance.

his hands found their place on your waist, and you let your hand snake around his neck, resting right where his haircut ended. it tickled him in a way that made him realise just how much he had missed your touch - hell, even talking to you reminded him of how lonely he’d felt without you.

slowly, the two of you swayed from side to side along to the song, just staring into each others eyes. clay sneaked a glance down at your lips, quickly averting his eyes again once you parted them.

“I’m really sorry we haven’t talked for so long,” you spoke, twirling a finger around one of his locks. “I miss it a lot. I missed you, clay.”

you stared at him with a look of guilt, biting down on your bottom lips once you'd finished your sentence. you looked down again, feeling sorry that you hadn't reached out to him before.

clay moved a hand to your cheek, tilting your head upwards so you'd look at him again. your eyes widened at the touch of his fingers, and you melted into his hand once his thumb bushed across the soft skin of your cheek.

“I missed you too, y/n. don't be sorry about that - I could’ve reached out too, y’know? we’re both guilty on that note. but, now that I can finally talk to you again, I don't wanna worry about the past, okay? I just want you to have a good night.”

you smiled softly at his words, feeling a wave of forgiveness wash over you. it felt good to know that you had your friend back again.

“I don't think my night can be ruined at this point,” you smiled, moving your hands from his nape to his shoulders instead.

“well, can I still make it a little bit better?” you raised an eyebrow at him, cocking your head to the side slightly.

his eyes fell down to look at your lips again, this time not being able to hold back from the temptation.

your lips attached to his.

and everything around you just stopped.

your eyes fluttered closed, leaning into the kiss once you realised what was happening, only making him pull you closer to him. his lips moved so gently, slowly against yours, a withheld desire finally being released.

who cared about the things that’d gotten in the way of your friendship? all that mattered right now was this very moment - that’s all that ever mattered.

“yes clay!”

“finally he fucking did it.”

the yelling coming from karl and nick from a distance away made the two of you break away from each other, turning your heads to the direction of them. george elbowed nick in the stomach to stop him from jumping into the air, revealing their spying spot.

you chuckled lightly at them, slowly turning your head back to clay with a lick of your lips. clay sent them a nice “fuck off” with his middle fingers, before also returning to the current situation and smiling at you widely.

“better now?”

you smiled wider at that. if only he knew.

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 3 years ago

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sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc

so that with peter parker like i can just see him upset about something but too overwhelmed to actually spit it out so you lead him to sit down, get him to talk, and calm him down until all is well again :)

this was really fun to write and i cant wait to write the rest of the fics, i hope i did it justice <3 word count: 1402

One less thing to worry about

Peter had told you about being Spider-Man only a couple of months ago. He hadn’t planned to but it was either that or lose you to a whole mess of miscommunication.

You sighed as the text pinged up on your phone. This was the fourth time Peter had cancelled on you this week, you were beginning to think rescheduling date night was a waste of time. What could possibly happen four nights in a row that would stop Peter from hanging out with you? You were sure if it was anything serious he would’ve told you, you hoped he would have anyway.

“Is everything okay?” your mum called from the kitchen. Sitting in the connected room your sigh was obviously louder than you thought.

“Peter’s cancelled.”

“Again, are you okay honey?” her voice was filled with sympathy.

“Fine.” You left the room, finding recluse in your bedroom. You stared at the text, insecurities filling your head. Maybe he’d met someone better, or just didn’t want to hang out with you. You couldn’t decide what was worse, at least if he’d found someone else it would be because he preferred them not just because your company was so awful.

You almost regretted phoning him once the beeping sound started, obviously he wouldn’t want to talk to you if he’d cancelled again. You were just about to hang up when the call connected.

“Y/N?” his voice was muffled out of breath. It made you want to scream and throw your phone across the room.

“Are you with someone else?” your voice cracked halfway through. Tears pricked at your eyes and your thumb hovered over the hang up button.

“What! No, why would you think that? Hold on. I’m on my way over.” After a hurried goodbye Peter ended the call. You sat on your bed anxiously waiting. Thousands of scenarios of what Peter could have been doing flooded your mind. Three taps on your window signalled his arrival. It was a code you’d come up with as kids, whenever you’d sneak out to go somewhere Peter would climb up the tree by your room and tap on your window three times to let you know it was safe to leave. You pulled open the window, just enough for him to climb through. You sat back on the bed watching him.

“Why’d you cancel?”

He drops his bag on the floor and crosses the room to be in front of you in a few short steps. “Y/N, I have to show you something, but I’d never be with anyone else I promise.” His eyes are full of worry, and you know he means what he says.

He steps back and begins taking off his top with a ridiculous chemistry pun printed on the front. If the situation hadn’t been the same you would’ve laughed at how dorky and cute he looked with a ‘the names bond, hydrogen bond’ joke in an obnoxiously large font. Underneath he was wearing the Spider-Man outfit you’d seen so many times although only in newspapers or on TV. You’d never had any suspicions on who it could be, and you definitely wouldn’t have suspected your sweet boyfriend, Peter Parker, to be the one saving the world.

“I wanted to tell you the second I found out but Mr. Stark said I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you, and I really don’t wanna let him down. But I love you and I promise I wasn’t seeing anyone else” his eyes scan your face searching for you to give him a sign that you’re okay and you forgive him, “I was just out being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” He’s sat down next to you by the time his mini speech ends. Now it’s your turn to be worried, your hands cup his face, stroking his cheeks comfortingly. “Please forgive me.”

“I couldn’t be mad at you if I tried.”

Ever since he’d told you you’d begun to notice small things that were nothing to anyone else but to you were hints to how stressful the second life he lived was.

There had been one morning where he hadn’t turned up for school, when you rang him it turned out he’d had a hell of a time trying to get to school. First he’d overslept after patrol the night before, then he’d got on the wrong bus which he only realised at the last stop because he’d been so tired he’d fallen asleep on it.

He’d also started slipping behind in school. It wasn’t that big of a deal when subjects like English started coming back with fails, he’d never liked them anyway, but when he failed a chem test you knew you had to do something.

“Peter.” You slid your lunch tray onto the table, sitting in your usual chair next to him, you were out of breath, having speed walked the fastest you could from your last lesson since Peter SOS texted you that he needed help. Ned and Mj hadn’t arrived yet, probably being held back in another class for talking. Your eyes found the chemistry paper on the table, a big bold F coloured on the front.

“Aunt May’s gonna be so disappointed.”

“Peter, won’t she understand if you tell her?”

“I can’t tell her Y/N, Tony already went beserk when I told you” you felt a twinge of guilt “but I told him you’re one of the most important people in my life and he can suck it” he added, seeing your face.

You raised your eyebrows skeptically.

“Well, something along the lines of that anyway.”

“Ok, so telling her’s off limits, why don’t I tutor you.”

He nodded slowly. You weren’t as good at chemistry as Peter but you were good enough to help him get his grade up to at least a pass.

“We can study at my house tonight.”

“Oh my god Peter have you seen the new Star Wars lego” Ned excitedly gushes over as he joins the table. The conversation quickly turns to Star Wars before the bell rings.

The rest of school dragged on slowly, even though it was to tutor him you were always happy just to be able to spend time with Peter. It wasn’t like you never saw him but he was also busy a lot with Spider-Man duties.

You’d set out your laptop and textbooks ready before he arrived, also making some food that would be ready by the time he arrived. Your window was already open as it was a warm day but he still alerted you with three knocks on the window frame.

“You know the door works just as well” you joked but you secretly loved him coming through the window, it was kinda cute how disheveled he looked after climbing up the tree and into your room.

“Yeah but then where would your entertainment be” he winked, ok maybe it wasn’t so secret after all.

Hitting him with the textbook you pulled him into your chair. “There’s some questions there, I just need to get the food out of the oven but I’ll be back in a minute.”

It didn’t even take you long to get the food but by the time you’d come back Peter was pacing the room, hands pulling at his hair. There are tears in his eyes and you’ve never seen him look so distraught.

“Peter?”

“I can’t do it Y/N”

“Peter” the sight almost makes you want to cry as well.

“I can’t do it, I’m going to fail and then I’m going to have to retake the year, making the record for the stupidest avenger ever.”

You join him in the middle of the room, your hands gripping onto his shoulders. His breathing’s laboured as he panics. “Peter, just look at me, okay?” You guide his face towards yours, holding on gently to his face. Grabbing his hand you lead him over to your bed, pulling him down with you to lie down. You run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

“But Y/N we have to study-”

“Shh Peter you can’t study like this, we can work later, besides you’re literally a genius it’s just because you’re so tired.” His eyes begin to shut as you rub your thumb in circles on his cheek. “Also ant-man’s probably the stupidest avenger” you mumble when you’re sure he can’t hear you.

#peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker mcu #peter parker fic #peter x you #peter parker x y/n #peter fluff #mcu fluff #mcu fic #mcu #marvel #marvel peter parker #peter x y/n #i had to do the tags on my phone bcs my laptop was dying so i hope tumblr doesn’t fuck it up and hide this fic

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