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yeokii · 9 months ago

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⌗ ADORE YOU ﹕이희승 (TEASER)

꒰ synopsis ꒱ all hopes were crushed when you realized there was no way to get close to your crush, choi beomgyu. your advances to get close to him never seemed to work. so, you decided to get closer to his best friend, heeseung, by joining the broadcasting club. but as scripts change, so do crushes, and you end up falling for his best friend instead.

▸ auditions are open . . . !

ㅤ❕MATCHMAKER ── crush bsf ! heeseung x reader

fast forward ⃕ [ genre ] : written, fluff, angst, 90s au, unrequited love

meet the members ! beomgyu, gaeul, jungwon, taehyun, juyeon [more tba.]

warnings 𖧷 [only in this scene] unrequited love, yn kinda uses hee, thats all I think

ㅤhe's a real catch ▹ est. 2OK ❨ 이희승 ❩ ⌗ catch adore you here!

⌕ [ archives ] one result found . . . hi (still on hiatus kinda) js came here to post the fic teaser :D (im prolly gna post this after mocks or after my igcses) also ty @yenqa sewlmate for writing the synopsis (ly dookie) send an ask or comment to be added in the taglist !

THE FALL OF NINETEEN-NINETY SIX MARKED A PIVOTAL MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. Ever since you came into the world, you never really could grasp the concept of love.

You wrapped your head around the myths and tales your mother would read to you every night. You thought that every princess would have her own shining knight in armor. So, after thirteen years of living, where was yours?

Your knight in shining armor, or knights in shining armor, existed within the pages of the comic books you read. You often wondered if they would magically pop out of your books and transport you into their world. Similarly, you wondered whether any of the characters from your adored TV shows would step out and bring you into their lives.

So, it wasn't a surprise when your jaw dropped to the ground as you saw the most beautiful man in your life (well, technically, boy). If the epitome of beauty was a fourteen-year-old boy, it would be Beomgyu.

But it wasn’t just his face that made your thirteen-year-old self swoon over him, it was also the way he acted. You loved the way he conversed, his smooth way of talking at a young age and the way he smiled at you every time he made jokes with his friends. You loved how his eyes lightened every time he’d pull a silly prank.

But the problem was, he never talked to you. You admired him from afar. You never actually had the guts to talk to him, as if. You were content with watching his funny actions from a distance.

There were some moments when you pushed aside your nervousness and talked to him. You remember having butterflies in your stomach the moment you first talked to him. There were times when you both were paired up as project partners for a biology assessment and at that moment, you swore you could’ve worshiped the floor that your biology teacher walked on due to her giving you an opportunity like this.

You knew this was an opportunity to make your move. And you did. You brought him small snacks with little notes on them. Gave him gifts regularly. Maybe even took lessons from your best friend on how to subtly flirt with him. You really thought you had him. Because whenever you used to play out these little acts, you saw the subtle smile on his face. You were so close. It’s like the universe laid it out for you. Gosh, how lucky you were!

Luck. The luck that you thought you had. If luck was a person, you would’ve tackled it to the ground already. Because the day you were about to confess to him was the day he announced his new girlfriend.

His first girlfriend. You doubt you called it ‘love’ since the only thing she cared about was that he was popular and pretty. That’s it! All that girl could get from Beomgyu was his looks and his reputation. You could’ve scoffed at the sight.

Beomgyu was so much more than that. He was loyal, kind, and trustworthy. And she went for his looks. Even though she had him, you felt as if she was missing out on so much. You were partly sad due to them getting together and also due to Beomgyu getting used to his looks.

So, you were practically prancing when you heard the news of their breakup a month later. Did you care that Beomgyu was absolutely heartbroken? Well, yes, but you felt relieved that Beomgyu was finally unleashed from that mean troll's wrath.

And as he got older, he grew more handsome. And God did you love it. When you entered high school he was a completely different person. He had gotten more flirty and way more pretty. He was way out of your league.

Out of the years you were in this crappy high school, you made absolutely no improvement in your and Beomgyu’s relationship. Beomgyu, who kept getting new flings every summer and tons of situationships seemed to discard your existence. One could only say ‘What the fuck?’

Your thoughts swirled, and you had a collection of emotions roaming around your head until your best friend jolted you back into reality with a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

“Are you even listening?” Seori’s voice cut through your thoughts, annoyed, since she had to explain what she was talking about in the first place.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You blinked, focusing your attention on your best friend.

She sighs, “I was saying that I think Doyoung is going to ask me out.” Seori pouts “Why does he not get that I don’t like him that way, jeez.”

Her ramble about her current boy toy washed out in the background. You were once back in your thoughts until you saw him heading into the cafeteria. Beomgyu entered the cafeteria, his smile widening at something his best friend said.

Lee Heeseung, Beomgyu’s best friend. His ride or die. As long as you can remember, they were attached to the hip. They were basically the package deal. If Beomgyu was the life of the party, Heeseung would hold up his hair while he threw up in the host’s toilet. While Beomgyu was the exact depiction of a social butterfly, Heeseung remained aloof, keeping people at arm’s length. You could only wonder how he dealt with Beomgyu’s outbursting personality.

“Earth to Yn!” Seori snapped her fingers in front of your face which once again, brought you back to reality.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly smiled looking at your best friend's annoyed face. Your friend followed the gaze you had fixed before looking over to her. And her eyes followed the trail of your alleged ‘man’–– Beomgyu.

“Him again.”A sigh erupted from Soeri, having enough of your rambling over your four-year-old crush.

“I’m sorry, alright!” You pouted, your back hunching over the disappointing development between you two which was nowhere to be found. “He’s just so cute, God!”

Your sigh was followed by your best friend. Not long after, your best friend’s fed-up expression converted into a rather eager one.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, her hand hitting your back while she practically screamed. You winced in pain as a few fellow students gave you judgemental stares.

“All you have to do is be close with his best friend, Lee Heeseung.” She slowly said, almost like a mastermind coming up with a villainous plan–well, you would consider your best friend to be some sort of evil criminal.

But this, this opened new angles in your head. It felt like the universe–or more like your best friend–laid it out for you again. Your once unsolvable puzzle showed a new direction, and the missing piece was all in front of you.

Okay, maybe you felt bad that you were going to use Heeseung like that, even looking forward to it. But, you were really desperate. To the point where you would actually be eager to attend Sunday mass just to ask God for Beomgyu to like you back or even spare one glance at you. Well, what could you do?

Out of excitement, you pulled Seori in for a hug with a squeal while giving her a kiss on the cheek which she in return, yelped. “Seori, you’re a genius!”

“Yes, I know.” She laughed a bit, escaping your tight grip on her before wiping the spot you kissed her hastily with her hands.

“I mean, how hard could it be?”

You smiled and your gaze wet up to the boy you loved for most of your life, then slowly to the equally handsome boy.

Jackpot.

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erideights · 1 year ago

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Little pieces here and there (2)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, three, four, five

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive flirting, heavy pinning

A/N: GUYS THIS CHAPTER HAS ME ON THE FLOOR, I HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE and if you like it let me know to start preparing part 3 ♡ (sorry for any grammatical mistake!)

"The One Piece will never be yours!" He shouted angrily, that -now- dwarf with a red nose, giant hands and feet, when he was defeated. Just like in a cartoon for kids.

"You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat!" She could not understand how it was possible that this intimidating, psychopathic, eccentric clown had turn around so quickly into this little thing that was so... dare she say pathetic, but she didn't wanna be too cruel to him.

The moment Luffy declared his intentions again, Buggy began to look around him, desperate for a way to escape, maybe one of his crew members who would miraculously come to the rescue, or an unexpected ally. Like (Y/N).

"Wo wo wo wo, no no no no, wait wait!"

He opened his mouth and begged, probably to suggest some kind of pact, to promise (Y/N) a place among his crew like he did with Luffy before, but before he could say anything else, the rubber boy already threw him into the sky.

And that was the last time she thought she would see Buggy The Clown. Little did she know, she was wrong.

Oh, so wrong.

Let's say that the days to come were anything but calm. From the Kuro Incident™, at least they won Usopp's friendship and the Going Merry, one of the cutest ships she has ever seen, to be fair.

And then they arrived at the Baratie, where they met the oh, so attentive Sanji, Zoro was about to die, and Nami... Nami left with the fishmen. Although (Y/N) was on Luffy and Sanji's side when they claimed something bad was actually happening, because she wouldn't have chosen to leave with them just like that, without a hidden, ugly reason behind. Didn't fit in with the idea she had of the ginger.

"I know someone who knows where to find her," says her "captain" when they all discuss their next step.

"Hello boys!" Buggy's head coughs and exclaims in the most forced, sarcastic way possible. Imagine threatening to kill those people after kidnapping them less than a week ago, and now your life depends on them. Low blow, if someone asked her. "Sweetheart." He then smirked devilishly when he saw (Y/N) a little further back, resting her side on the kitchen counter. Surprised to see him and the way he calls her, she raises an eyebrow and gives a small, amused smile. "Hello Buggy."

"Arg, Doll! I'm so happy to see a beautiful face like yours around here." The clown shouts when (Y/N) comes out on deck after several hours organizing the pantries with Sanji. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a little smile on her lips when she leaves a snack for Usopp and goes towards the bow of the ship or, in fewer words = in the opposite direction to where her mere existence is spiritually needed. The clown is already tired of giving Usopp directions after all morning arguing where to go, so infatuated and hypnotized by the mysterious aura that surrounds the woman, he doesn’t give up, and his head floats in the direction of the girl, following her, resting right by her side as she sits on the ground, legs falling over the ship's railing and out to the sea.

"Pretty sure you didn't hear me back there" because the idea of someone ignoring him was unthinkable. A war crime. An insult to God itself. He was still Buggy The Clown, The Flashy Fool, even without his crew. Or his ship. Or his body. Fucking hell, what did he have left apart from the head? "I was saying I'm glad I'm not only surrounded by idiots. Having your beautiful face around here makes standing them much easier." He flirts, winking an eye, which (Y/N) doesn't fully get but finds kinda interesting. "We had a moment the other day, right? It wasn't just my imagination, I know it."

"Yeah, we totally had a moment" She agrees, clearly being sarcastic to everyone but him. "You kidnapped us, you called me pretty, you searched me, I threatened you, you liked it..." she lists, lying her back on the deck, arms raised, own head resting on her hands, enjoying the breeze, the sun, and the smell of the salty water.

"I loved it," he corrects her after emitting a little grunt of satisfaction, vividly remembering that scene. What would he not give to go back and enjoy it a little bit more before the rest of her crew ruined his entire day -week- so blatantly and unnecessarily over the top.

"You're welcome. Any time." She answers after an amused giggle, eyes closed.

"Don't tempt me."

"Now tell me," Buggy resumes the conversation after about 30 seconds of silence. He clearly doesn't know how to enjoy it. He is that type of person for whom silence not only makes him uncomfortable, but also terrifies him. Theatre kid. "What's a woman like you doing with a bunch of insufferable kids like them? I know they're trying to organize their boy band and go on adventures around the world, but you... you should look for someone more suitable to your needs, capable of giving you different stimuli. More mature." He adds in the end with a low, seductive tone of voice, shamelessly feeding on the image of the curve of her body now that she's not paying visual attention to him.

"Hmhm. Maybe I'll look for them." She answers nonchalantly, just because. She finds really entertaining this type of tug-flirting-war. Even if he's the only one that flirts and she just gives him opportunities to do so.

"You don't have to look too far." He was so cliché, how cute.

"You talk too much to be no more than a floating head."

"I could always put my tongue to better use." Snapping her eyes open, (Y/N) holds her breath for a second, taking in what she just heard = what he just offered. That would be, literally, giving head. In all the glorious sense of the expression. Raising both eyebrows, she turns her face on the ground to observe him, nibbling at her lower lip. She seems to consider it for a few seconds, because no, she cannot deny how interesting and, at the same time, weird, degenerate, the idea is. But before he has the opportunity to keep talking his way into convincing her, she breaks into a cruel smile and decides to cut his mood "You mean like guiding us to the Konomi islands instead of talking with me? You're right, you should get back to work."

He looks at her like he was just betrayed by his second in command, hoping she would agree by the expression on her face seconds ago, the way she looked at him and how she was biting her own lip in that tortuous way that pushed him to want -need- to do it by himself.

"Wait, no need to play difficult with me sweetheart, I--" But it's too late, (Y/N) is already standing, grabbing Buggy's head between her hands, and before he could add anything else, she winks at him, kiss one of his cheeks, screams at the top of his lungs "USOPP!! CATCH HIM!" and throws his head like she was playing volleyball, Usopp jumping to be able to reach him, both of them celebrating the pass like children, ignoring Buggy's complaints.

The third time he flirts -tries to- with her, she's back on the deck, helping Zoro and Sanji moving some things around. He begins to scream desperately, and knowing damn well that if no one pays attention to him he won't stop even if that means losing his voice, she approaches, hands on her hips, sighing as she looks at him like someone that is about to regret getting close to a crying, annoying child. "What's wrong with you?" she asks dryly, pressing her lips together. "Ah, my guardian angel. Could you do me the favor of scratching me behind my ear?" Oh. A waaay more harmless request than she expected. Of course, she relents, because she sees nothing wrong with this small favor; she’s quite the empathetic, and in his place she would surely prefer to jump headfirst -ba dum tss- into the sea rather than suffer that itch and not be able to scratch it. After granting his wish, just as she is about to leave, Buggy moves his head much faster than anyone would predict, to catch one of the girl's fingers in his mouth and suck and lick and nibble, in a… God, a sample of what he could do with his tongue somewhere else.

A shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine, and it reaches a pleasurable end between her legs, causing her to press them together as she inhales deeply.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He whispers as he releases her. She can hear him over the crash of the waves against the hull of the boat, eyes fixed on his face, will to complain nowhere to be seen. Bold, not in a hundred years she would have expected that. And for a moment, she is tempted. That has been undeniably attractive. And it had a really strong effect on her. "I would gladly show you if you let me, you just have to ask, sugar lips. I bet it's been a damn long time you don't treat yourself--"

"(Y/N)!!" Zoro calls her, instantly exploding the bubble between Buggy and her.

She sighs in relief because only God knows she was close to give up. Then swallows, shakes her head exaggeratedly to shake herself out of his spell, and, licking her lips, gives the clown a mischievous smile, recomposing herself. "Nice try"

"Stop trying to deny the obvious" He tried again for the... 5th time? She /really/ lost count during their journey. Appearing from nowhere, he startled her in the process. He was now in a shelf of the kitchen, at the same height as the girl's face. "The chemistry between us is unbearable, you can see it from miles away." Jumping to approach the edge of the shelf, his eyes look her up and down. "Turns me on how you play hard to get because I don't like easy things either, so I respect your game," he nods, raising an eyebrow "But come on... I know you like me. I've seen how you look at me or bite your lip when I flirt with you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

This whole thing was really trying her patience. Not because she wanted to fuck him off, but because she knows that all that flirting would end with her giving in and doing something she certainly shouldn't. As of for now, he had gotten her to vaguely consider it, and she had to admit, she was growing some kind of attraction slash fondness slash crush for him, but it wasn't enough to fall to her knees.

He wanted war, tho? He would have it.

"You're right, I like you, but you know, I like my men body and all, capable of grabbing me by the hips and pushing me on theirs, to fuck me and make me scream their name until I lose my voice. To make it difficult for me to walk straight the day after." she whispers, approaching him slowly until they share the same air, her nose touching his red one. (Y/N) closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as her tongue caresses her own lips, almost touching the clown’s ones too. Yes, she likes him, she has some sort of twisted soft spot for men who ranged from intimidating psychopath to the most pathetic human being depending on the day, and Buggy was the perfect example for that. "And you..." she tilts her head to the side, attempting to close the distance between each other and kiss him, but at the last second she withdraws, leaving the poor clown with his eyes closed, waiting for the touch of her dreamy lips. "Unfortunately you're just a head."

"Try again when you get your whole body back!"

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy x you #op buggy #one piece x reader #one piece live action #captain buggy

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kikixreverie · 2 years ago

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Need to know

Best friend!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?

Word count - 5k

Warnings - kind of smut, Dry-humping, slight dirty talk, a lot of kissing, fluff, jealousy

A/n - This was a request from an anon but Tumblr ate the ask... and I don't have it written down, but it was something along the lines of 'Best friend!bucky x reader where she asks him advice about a guy to make him jealous'. I wrote this months ago and it definitely wasn't supposed to be this long but here we are. I have edited it about 50 times now and still feel kinda anxious about it since I haven't posted in a while so I really hope you enjoy!

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You had always been close with Bucky. Always. Having met in your teenage years and grown up together, you were thick as thieves, he'd been your best friend for now the majority of your life. Someone you'd always go to over anyone else when problems would arise at home or school, and he did the same with you.

He had found you hiding out in the library on your second day at your new school, picking at your food with distaste as you sat alone. You were surprised at the fact that the boy had even talked to you in the first place, offering a small wave of his hand and a kind smile when you first saw him, but when he asked politely if he could sit with you and didn't hesitate to pull his lunch from his backpack and complain as dramatically as possible that there was just 'far too much food in his bag and no way he could eat it all', you remember smiling the most you had in weeks, rolling your eyes as you took the fruit he had offered you wordlessly.

You'd been best friends ever since, and there was always this unspoken understanding between you, one that you never had with Steve, as much as you loved him, or Natasha, as close as you are. It was always different with Bucky, always a different atmosphere between the two of you.

That was also unspoken. You'd mentioned it once to Natasha, explained to her that somehow, just being in the same room as him managed to calm that ever-looming anxiety you tended to feel, and when you'd meet his eyes across the distance, you always knew exactly what he was trying to tell you without any words needing to be spoken, that for weeks after your childhood pet passed away when you were 15, Bucky held your hand every single day because your anxiety had spiked and he had noticed the constant shake to them. That became a hard habit to lose.

Her response was 'the look', almost deadpan, wordlessly saying to you 'I know you're not a fucking idiot, c'mon now'.

You had blushed and changed the subject.

Of course there were times you might've looked at him a bit differently, you met at a fairly young age, and it was after meeting him that your interest in boys grew.

Watching the scrawny boy you'd known since you were 13 get his braces off and grow a sudden foot taller was a lot for your growing heart to handle, and then that Brooklyn-boy charm came in and girls were falling at his feet, not one of them knowing or caring about who he was, just hypnotised by those light blue eyes. You always hoped he was too distracted by those girls to notice how desperately hard you tried not to fall under his spell too.

So yeah sure, there may have been a time during your mid-to-late teens and possibly your early twenties that you might have liked him in a' more than a friend' way.

But that didn't mean anything had to come of it.

However, there's a certain red-headed Russian woman in your life that, for some reason, refuses to let you hide in your dark pit of misery and denial.

You shouldn't have even mentioned it. the one time you willingly brought up the topic of James Barnes with the all-knowing Natasha and she had immediately fed your delusions.

"I'm not saying he was jealous at all, Nat, I'm just saying... he looked kind of upset."

"What kind of upset? Did he look sad? Angry? Were his eyebrows all furrowed? ooh, did his fists clench? I bet his fists clenched. The jaw definitely clenched. He's a jaw clencher for sure-"

"Nat, Stop! He just..." You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically as you leaned against her kitchen counter, "He just seemed off."

"Okay, but did his jaw-"

"Yes! Now can we stop talking about it."

She stopped what she was doing to stare at you, her eyebrows raised, "You do realise you're the one that brought it up right?"

You sighed and pressed your palm to your forehead, before dragging it down your face, and Natasha tutted, wrapping her arms around you in a tight squeeze.

"You're stressing yourself out too much about all this, babe. Why don't you just ask him how he feels."

You pulled back from the comforting embrace quickly, but still stayed in her arms, "Fuck that. No. No way. Then he'd know, he'd know why I asked, or he'd at least ask me why I asked and then I'd either have to run away or lie to him and I've never been able to-"

"Okay, breathe angel. Stop this, you can't do this forever, honey. I know you're scared of losing him but this is what could break your friendship if you let it, half the time you're avoiding him because you are so scared of him knowing how you feel." Said Natasha, before she pulled away to continue with her cooking.

"What do you mean how I feel?" You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot when she sighed and shook her head, not even looking your way.

"Nope, no, not even gonna get started on that one. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

You opened your mouth to argue but she only gave you another look, and your mouth snapped closed.

It was silent for a moment and you leant your elbows on the counter, holding your face in your hands as you watched her expertly sprinkle different spices into her food, but you knew not to get too comfortable in her silence, Natasha was scheming, and that was definitely something to be frightened of.

You practically jumped out of your skin when she finally broke the silence, "I have an idea, but I need you to have an open mind and actually listen for once, okay?"

You hesitated, struggling to hold the intense eye-contact she was currently giving you. A part of you was ready to say no, tell her to leave it be and let you wither in a pit of sadness, but the rest of you leaned in to her words, wanting, no, needing something to happen, anything after years of this constant stalemate, this strange game of cat and mouse between yourself and your best friend. You were constantly holding your breath around Bucky, waiting for something inevitable to happen. What that would be? You had no idea, but you couldn't do it anymore.

"...go on." You finally said, having made up your mind without realising. Natasha almost seemed surprised, but you weren't sure that was even possible. She nodded and gave you a smile.

"You wanna know if he was jealous? Give him a reason to be and then figure out if he is, that way, you'll have more of an idea of how he's feeling, and when it comes to talking to him about your feelings, you might actually do it this time. Plus, you might get some info on how to get him even more interested."

You thought over her words, still confused as to what her grand plan was, "And how might I do that exactly?"

"Say you've got a date, ask him for advice, play with him a little bit. Works every time, trust me."

She said it like it was no big deal, and you were stuck on the way her smirk widened when she said 'play with him a little bit'.

"I just told you I can't lie to him." You replied.

Natasha simply raised her eyebrow at you, "As if you haven't been lying to him since you were 15."

"Hey, that's not lying, it's just... concealing certain parts of the truth."

She tilted her head in your direction but you ignored her, turning away completely and crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

"Don't lie then, tell him that your interested in some guy and play it off like your asking for advice. He doesn't have to know that he is said guy and its all a secret ploy to make his jaw clench again."

"Nat." You groaned.

"What?"

"Why would I ask him for advice though? He knows I'd go to you."

Nat sighed this time, frustrated with your excuses, "Tell him you wanted advice from a guy."

"But Steve-"

"Just do it! If he's actually jealous he'll be more focused on the fact that your trying to get into pants that aren't his." She raised her voice, dropping her wooden spoon into the simmering pot to turn to you, that Russian accent peaking through her words.

"Nat, I'm telling you now, he isn't jealous."

She almost started to argue, but then she spotted that dejected look in your eye and stopped herself, taking a deep breath to calm her frustrations and think of a good response, "Are you saying that because you believe it? Or because you want him to be jealous so bad you wish he wasn't, because you're terrified of losing him."

You went silent, staring down at the floor when you realised you had no response for her.

"Thought so." She said before shuffling closer, pulling you in for a hug, "Look babe, you need to stop worrying about what could happen, and just focus on what is happening right now. If you're not ready to tell him how you feel, you don't have to. Trying this won't hurt, and it won't hurt your friendship, okay? Go one step at a time, you're getting too ahead of yourself."

You thought about it for a while as you enjoyed the hug, before you pulled back and nodded, thanking her for the advice and apologising for being difficult, she only chuckled and began to dish up the food.

"No worries honey, I'm used to it."

It's not like you had ever said you'd actually do it, and you never exactly planned to. But Natasha's plan had started to loom over every interaction you had with Bucky, so much so that without realising you had started to avoid him, and that only made you feel worse.

It took a sleepless night of tossing and turning and missing your best friend like crazy when you finally made the decision. You can't do this forever, why not just say fuck it for once.

It started when Bucky had invited you to his place for a movie night, like he did every weekend, like he had the past two weekends where you had declined, but this time you said yes, and decided that this would be the night you tried to make him jealous.

You weren't proud of it, and a part of you felt incredibly guilty as you stood at his door and knocked. No matter how many times Natasha told you this was harmless, you still couldn't believe her.

"Are we knocking now? What happened to 'your place is my place'?" Bucky asked as he opened the front door to let you in, barely moving aside so your arm brushed against his when you walked past him.

"Ha ha. Just didn't know if it was locked or not." You punched his shoulder and he scrunched up his face in mock offense.

"Sure. Go sit down and pick a movie, I'm just getting some snacks ready." Bucky said, nodding to the couch before he turned and walked into the kitchen, black sweatpants so low on his hips you could just about see the waistband of his boxers, wearing a black t-shirt with his hair pulled back into the low bun you'd helped him learn how to do.

You nodded slowly, watching him walk away for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at your own idiotic behaviour and slumping down across Bucky's couch, the remote in your hand as you lazily flicked through Netflix.

"Any particular genre?" You shouted out to Bucky, who came out from the other room to shrug his shoulders at you.

"Like I said, doll, whatever you'd like. Only fair after I made you come with me to see that god-awful movie Pheobe forced me to watch."

You snorted a laugh, frowning when he walked away again, your mind wandering to the last time you went to the movies with Bucky, over a month ago now, when he had forced you to third-wheel his second date with 'Pheobe' for no apparent reason.

It was almost humiliating the way she had pulled you aside in the bathroom.

"I seriously don't mean to be rude but... why are you here?" Pheobe whispered, despite the fact that every stall was empty and Bucky was stood outside the building, but your face grew heated as the woman across from you voiced the exact question you'd been asking yourself all night, "Like, at first I thought you were a lesbian, but after that story you told earlier I'm assuming you're not, which is fine, but why are you here? I told Bucky this was a date. Does he really not like me at all?"

You were stumped, opening and closing your mouth like a blank-minded fish, searching for the answer that you didn't have, only coming up empty, "Honestly Phoebe, I have no idea. I'm sure he does like you, maybe he just wanted me to come to..."

"Maybe he just wanted to go on a date with you."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I think I'm the third-wheel here." Her voice went quiet, and you instantly felt bad.

"No, Pheobe. That's absurd, he's my best friend."

"You might want to re-think that."

"What did you pick?" Bucky asked, placing the bowl of popcorn in-between you as he sat down and you smiled at him, pushing away the memory.

"Twilight." You replied, sinking back into your seat as you grabbed and handful of popcorn and shovelled it into your mouth.

Bucky nodded as his eyes focused on the screen, his jawline prominent as he chewed, licking his lips of the salty flavouring, a light stubble on his jaw from not shaving in a few days-

"You good?"

You gulped loudly, taking a breath as you met his eyes, embarrassed that you'd been caught staring, "Yup." You said, nodding as you turned to look at the screen again, ignoring his amused chuckle.

Your mind wandered to the conversation you'd had with Natasha only hours ago.

'Don't overthink it, just bring it up when you get the chance, be casual about it'

No overthinking, casual. Easy. Maybe now would be a good time to bring it up, casually, without overthinking anything.

"Actually-" You started, clearing your throat when it immediately closed up and your fight or flight was begging to kick in, your mind instantly wondering to all of the negative repercussions this could-

You were definitely overthinking right now.

"Yes?" Bucky asked, still half watching the movie before he fully turned to face you, sensing that this sounded fairly serious.

Definitely not casual either.

"I wanted to uh, talk to you about something." The temptation to smack yourself on the forehead was growing unbearably stronger by the second, but you imagined that would probably raise some concern. Your hands twitched by your sides instead.

"What is it?"

"Well, it's kind of- I basically, well." You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but sighed instead, just fucking say it, fucking lie to your best friend to find out if he's jealous, "There's this guy."

His eyebrows raised, lips parting, before he quickly snapped his mouth shut and furrowed his eyebrows, taking on a sort of clinical expression as he nodded, motioning for you to continue.

"He's uh... I really- like... him, and... he's..." You took a breath, too many pauses, "different, you know?"

He scrunched his face up, "Different? What does that even mean."

"I don't know I just-" You covered your face with your hands, regretting every decision that had led you to this point. "I really want him to like me."

It was quiet for a moment, and you wanted to peak at him, but couldn't.

Bucky sighed, hands gently taking hold of your wrists to pull your hands away from your face, "Look sweetheart, if he's really a smart guy, he'll already like you. Any person would be lucky to have you, you don't need to change for anyone."

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nonetheless, "I know Buck, thank you. I just..."

Don't overthink it.

"I was wondering if maybe, you might give me some advice? I'm seeing him on Monday and I guess I just want to make him want me, you know?"

He paused, still holding onto your wrists, "Want you?"

"Yeah, you know like- I wanna know what guys really like. I want to make sure he'll never forget me. That sort of thing."

"Sweets, I don't know if you should be asking me that. Why don't you just talk to Natasha if it's that important." He said, letting go of your wrists and pulling away.

"Because I want to hear it from a guy, and Steve's far too awkward for this conversation. C'mon Buck, please. I want you to teach me."

"You want me to teach you?" He asked, more than slightly breathless, and you quickly realised that this sounded much less like getting advice for a guy you like and more trying to get info on what Bucky liked sex-wise.

You did not plan for it to go down that route, and you wondered if you should pull it back, change the subject and try this again another time, without getting too explicit, but the way Bucky had almost whispered those words, was driving you insane. You wanted this to go further. "Yeah, I want to give this guy the night of his life."

He clenched his jaw, and tried not to laugh at the situation, almost tempted to text Natasha at that very moment and break the news. 'Jaw has clenched, I repeat, the jaw has clenched'. You managed to keep that temptation under control, still finding the situation slightly humorous before you actually realised what this meant.

Holy fuck, he's jealous.

You knew now was as good a time as any to push further, and with your new-found realisation, came a new-found confidence, the nerves pushed to the back of your mind, the only thing left of them being the fluttering in your chest.

"What do you think I should wear?" You held back a smirk when he leaned forward in his seat, elbows rested on his knees as he dropped his face into his hands. You kept pushing, "Remember that green dress I wore to your birthday last year? Do you think I should wear that one? You'd think he'd like that? Would you like it if it were you?"

"What do you mean if it were me?"

You froze, your cheeks heating up, that heat spreading to your neck as you quickly tried to save yourself whilst keeping this strange relaxed smoothness to your voice. "If you went on a date with Pheobe, and she wore that dress, would you like it?" You asked, before deciding to push it even further. Natasha's voice echoed in your mind 'play with him a little', "Would you think about taking it off her?"

He didn't even hesitate to reply, turning his head to look at you as he continued to sit forward, an almost angered air to his words, "It wouldn't suit her."

"You don't like it? But I thought-"

"Yes, I liked the dress, you looked fucking gorgeous in it. It just would suit her." He urged, the words coming out in one breath, his voice straining over the final word as if it was physically uncomfortable to say, like he held a certain distaste for the word. Her.

You could sense the atmosphere in the room changing, warping with the darker, heavy feeling that radiated off the man you were teasing without him even realising it, and although you knew you should probably stop, that you were getting on his nerves and for some reason this seemed to be a touchy subject, that nagging, red-headed voice was seeping into your thoughts again, telling you to go further, so you continued to push.

"Would he like it do you think?" You asked, tilting your head, keeping that sickly sweet innocent look on your face, he sighed and closed his eyes, his tongue wetting his lips again, teeth biting at the soft skin.

"If he had half a brain he'd fucking love it." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing along the words 'fucking love it' and you knew exactly what he was thinking of, the picture he had in his head.

Your smile faded, watching the way he opened his eyes but kept them trained to his feet. That heat grew in your chest, that weight, that feeling, weaving its way around your heart and seeping into your bloodstream, it carried through your veins, and suddenly you had never felt closer to your teenage self than you did now, like she had pushed the older you aside and taken her place, because she knew this feeling, she was the only version of you to ever fully accept and admit it for what it was, that the reason she blushed so much when her best friend asked her to prom because he'd rather go with you than some random girl he didn't care about, was because you loved him, and of course you still do now, of course you do.

You thought of what Pheobe said that night, you thought of what Natasha was constantly telling you, or that time Steve accidentally slipped that Bucky had a crush on you when you were younger, and you looked at him now, quickly realising that it was never them who warped your idea of Bucky's feelings, it was you.

The feeling had encapsulated your entire being now, the realisation of yours and his feelings and you decided that you had both waited far too long if this is what you wanted.

And you wanted him.

So you continued to play, speaking with a much more serious air this time, you didn't smirk, you just watched him as you spoke.

"I guess that's settled then, I just need to know what to wear under it." You practically whispered it, the warm apartment feeling sweltering now.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, dropping his head in his hands again, "What are you doing?"

He looked at you from his bent position, almost looking desperate. No, he did look desperate, and you hated and loved it at the same time, for two very different reasons, you understood exactly what he was feeling, having been a victim to his teasing one too many times.

You parted your lips to talk, thinking for a second that you might actually be upsetting him, but then his eyes dropped to watch the movement, staring at your lips as he released a breath.

"I'm asking you for advice, Buck." You said quietly, eyes darkening as you leaned closer, your nose almost touching his and his eyes dropped again, entranced by your lips, "What about kissing?"

His lips parted, eyes darting up to meet yours, but he made no move to go back, in fact, you realised with a feather-light touch of his nose to yours, that he had inched closer to you, "What?"

His eyes were soft as he waited for you to speak, no apprehension to be seen.

"I need to know how to kiss him, how guys like it, you know?" He moved back an inch, that not so subtle disappointment in his eyes, "How do you like to be kissed, Buck?"

He shook his head in a barely there movement, eyes still not leaving yours, swallowing roughly when he caught you looking at his lips.

You moved closer to him, filling that inch that he had put between you, your heart thumping faster in your chest when he did the same, like he was magnetised, he looked at your lips again and you decided to take the chance.

"Like this?" You asked, before filling the gap completely and your pressed your lips to his, kissing him soft and slow, your stomach fluttering when he didn't hesitate to reciprocate, kissing you back the exact way you were guiding him to, but you pulled back before letting it continue for long, his breath fanning out across your lips, you gaze fluttered to his eyes for a moment, "Or like this?"

You kissed him again, this time harder, more urgency in it, your right hand lifting to his shoulder before you slid it to the nape of his neck, a sudden desperate need for his lips on every inch of your skin overcoming your thoughts when his arms wrapped around your waist.

You pulled away again and he tried desperately hard to follow you, eyes opening to voice his frustration when you wouldn't let him.

But you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, silencing him, "Or maybe like this."

This, this was definitely the one.

You kissed him soft and slow, but this time parted your lips to brush your tongue across his, relishing in the noise that escaped him when you did so, and the way he then did the same to you, parting his lips in a way that breathed hot air into the kiss.

You were so enraptured with the taste of him that you barely even noticed when he pulled you onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of him. You only realised when his thighs between yours had suddenly stopped your ability to squeeze your thighs together in hopes of relieving that throbbing ache that had formed between them.

This kiss continued much longer than you had planned it to, forgetting what you were going to do next, but you didn't mind much, too caught up in the way his lips were so stupidly soft and his tongue was hot and wet, and his hands were huge and grasping at your clothes with a desperation so similar to the way you pulled his hair.

You pulled away again, much to his dismay as he practically growled and rolled his eyes in frustration. He rested his head back against the couch and licked his kiss swollen lips.

You needed more, barely letting yourself think about the fact that you had just kissed Bucky, The Bucky, Your Bucky.

"What about this, Buck? You like it when a girl does this?" You asked and he frowned, looking up at you in almost annoyed confusion, opening his mouth to speak but then you moved forward on his lap, sitting in a way that your core was pressed against his, his cock twitching in his sweatpants when you rolled those hips of yours, the annoyance and confusion faded and he reached for your hips, eyes fluttering shut when you made the movement again, biting your lip when it stimulated your clit, "Do you think you could come from this, Bucky? Or would you need more? Would you want my hand, or my mouth? Or would you just be begging to fuck me at this point."

He groaned at practically every question, his hands holding your hips as you grinded yourself on him, his cock now achingly hard as his hips started to lift slightly.

"Fuck, sweetheart, what is this? Why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice urgent and needy as he forced himself to stay still under you, gripping your hips tighter to signal for you to stop your movements, much to either of your dismay, "Please tell me this isn't all for some fuckin' guy."

You froze, confused for a second, before realising he still had no idea, and that guilt you had shoved away creeped back in.

Your heart was in your throat as you finally told him the truth, "It is, but he's you Buck. It was always you, it's always been you."

His lips parted, eyes widening slightly at what you had just confessed to him, "I'm the guy you were asking me advice about?"

"Well yeah, who else am I gonna get better advice about what you like from? Better to hear it from the horses mouth, eh?" You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders as you watched him huff a laugh with a shake of his head.

"Natasha, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow but you didn't respond, probably looking very guilty of his accusation, "Well, I guess I should tell you that we may have been two-timed by her. She actually gave me the very same advice a few months ago, I just never had the guts to take it as far as you did."

"You talk to Nat about me?" You teased, but he only smiled gently, soft eyes watching you.

"Of course I do, how could I not tell her all about the girl I've been in love with since I was 15." He confessed quietly, blush reddening his cheeks, "God, she must be sick of me talking about you."

You laughed quietly, trying not to settle into the disbelief of it all and instead focus on your excitement, that teenage girl inside of you was screaming with glee and kicking her feet. You didn't let realisation that James Barnes just confessed he'd loved you the whole time you'd loved him be tainted with regret about wasted time.

"She must be sick of us both, I've been doing the same thing ever since I met her."

He smiled at you and you smiled back, pressed your forehead against his.

"What do we do now?" You asked, still very much feeling the physical after-effects of your intense make-out session.

Bucky huffed a laugh, "I'd love to say go to the bedroom, but not yet, I think we should work up to that."

You nodded and smiled, understanding what he meant and feeling thankful he was able to voice it for you, "Agreed."

"We could do this for a while longer though, still got four and a half twilight movies left to go." Bucky joked, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to brush against soft skin.

"Hm, sounds like an excuse to make out with your best friend all night."

"Maybe it is." He whispered back before he kissed you again, using his hand on your back to press you against him.

It felt so natural to the both of you, your bodies fitting together perfectly, no awkwardness or anxiety. You knew you'd both need to talk properly soon, but that could wait a few movies more, for now you could settle with kissing him until you ran out of air.

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glitter

⇢ pairing(s): park seonghwa x reader

⇢ genres: childhood friends to almost strangers to lovers, SMUT, fluff, a little angst but literally just a smidge

⇢ warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (i could not help myself with this one), subby-ish seonghwa because we love desperate men around here, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex, cowgirl, reader gets called 'noona' once, creampie (i simply forgot to write in a condom but practice safe sex everyone!)

⇢ word count: 3955

⇢ author's note: well this took a bit longer than expected but i was able to proofread and tie up the loose ends on this fic last night and now here we are! this is also my way of wiggling into writing for ateez more as they are one of my favorite groups 😁 also the song title is based off the song glitter by jamilah barry <3 enjoyyy

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“Did you know your little boyfriend is back in town?”

The question stopped you in mid-sip of your cup of tea as you peered over the rim of the mug at your roommate, Hongjoong. He peered back over his own mug with a little smirk on his face and a lift of his eyebrow.

Slowly bringing the mug down you let out a heavy sigh. “Oh, I’ve only heard the news about a hundred times. Kinda hard to forget, y’know,” You bit back with a sarcastic smile, “Also, he was never my boyfriend. Why does everyone keep saying that shit?”

“Hm, I really don't know,” Hongjoong said with a shrug, taking a drawn out sip from his coffee before speaking again, “It’s not like the guy followed you around like a lost puppy before and you let him. Honestly, I’m a little surprised you two didn't tie the knot right after high school, I was so sure you would be childhood sweethearts turned old, disgusting married couple.”

Hongjoong hissed as your foot kicked at his shin from under the table, glaring at him before you finally downed the contents of your mug. “God, you all are so annoying! First, my own family and now you? I don’t care if he’s in town, okay? We haven't talked in like 5 years and I highly doubt that I’d see him anyways. It’s whatever.” You said exasperatedly, chair scraping against the floor as you got up to place the empty mug into the kitchen sink.

“What if you do see him, though?” Hongjoong asked, the question once again catching you off guard. “What if he hasn't forgotten about you in the slightest in those years you two have spent apart?” He pressed on with a pointed look, watching your mouth open and close as you blinked over at him.

Park Seonghwa, from what you recalled years ago, was a very sweet boy.

You remember the first day you had met him, walking into your elementary homeroom class clinging to his mother with a thumb in his mouth and fat tears rolling down his face as he refused to let her go.

You were only 2 years older than him but still had felt the overwhelming need to protect him from any harm. And that's also how you two became close friends.

When Seonghwa would fall down and scrape his knee or elbow, you were there telling him not to cry while dusting him off and helping him get back up. When he wanted to be like the bigger kids, who were taller and strong enough to get on certain parts of the playground, you were there to encourage him and give him a boost. And when his eyes sparkled with curiosity, wanting to learn more about this and that as he gained new interests, you were there to talk and listen to him ramble on and on about anything and everything.

That Seonghwa was the one you hadn’t seen in years. You had been really good friends leading all the way up to high school and then slowly drifted apart during that time. Once college had begun, it was like he dropped off the face of the earth and you didn't hear from him for a while.

It wasn't like you to be stuck on anybody for too long, you watched many people come and go into your life before. But Seonghwa wasn't just anybody and you couldn't help but wonder about the crybaby often and what he had been up to lately.

Okay so maybe you did care just a little bit that he had come back to town. But did it really matter? After all, neither of you really made the effort to reach out to one another after going your separate ways.

You shook your head, pushing those fleeting thoughts away before you reminisced too deeply. “Like I said, I highly doubt it.” You mumbled with a shrug before turning away, a part of you truly doubtful while a sliver of yourself remained hopeful.

✧

You were home alone the very next day. Usually Hongjoong would be the one to stay inside while you were out and about but he had run off to god knows where and he insisted that you stay at the apartment to relax. “Because you deserve it.” He had told you with a wink.

So, naturally, you were suspicious.

Not that Hongjoong was an untrustworthy person or anything but this almost, overly-nice front he had put on since this morning was just a little off-putting. Before you could really begin to question him, he had already flown out of the door and was barely responding to your text messages.

He did make sure to tell you to listen out for the door, however, as he said he was ‘expecting something’. You had almost forgotten about whatever that ‘something’ would be, hours into the afternoon, until you heard the sound of knocking coming from the front door of your apartment.

Dreading on leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch, you heaved a sigh before getting up from your seat and dragged yourself over to the door to answer it. “Hello-” You swung the door open and were immediately greeted by someone's chest in your line of vision. Your eyes traveled upward and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Y/N… It’s good to see you again.”

The man before you looked much different from the last time you had seen him. But even with the big and little changes in his appearance and how he seemed to carry himself differently, you could still tell exactly who he was just based on the look in his eyes.

“Seonghwa,” You gaped, still not entirely sure if you were seeing him in front of you or just hallucinating after watching TV all day, “H-How… How did you…?” You trailed off with furrowed brows as he gave you a sheepish look in return.

“Ah, sorry, this is rather impromptu of me. I bumped into Hongjoong a few days ago when I first got back and he mentioned you two were roommates so…” Now it was his turn to trail off as a small blush formed on his cheeks. You mentally cursed at Hongjoong, finally putting the pieces together that he had set this all up. You didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him.

“I see,” You muttered, reminding yourself to shoot the little mastermind a colorfully worded text later, “Well, please, don't be shy. Come in, come in.” You insisted, a smile spreading across your face genuinely as you stepped to the side for him to enter.

Seonghwa smiled back gently, a sight that made your heart soar as you saw a flash of the boy you used to know appear for a split second before he stepped over the threshold.

✧

It had been hours of just talking and catching up with Seonghwa. You had learned that he was finishing up his last year of college soon, reaching to earn his degree in astronomy, and planned to move out of his dorm and into a place of his own nearby. The university he had attended was well out into the city, roughly 8 hours away, meanwhile you had attended your local college in town and graduated with your art degree about a year or so ago.

“Definitely not as cool as studying the stars and planets, though. I’m like the definition of a starving artist.” You chuckled, albeit a bit bitterly, facing Seonghwa as you propped your elbow over the back of the couch and tucked your legs underneath yourself.

Seonghwa had turned to face you as well but a bit awkward in body language, one leg crossed over the other as his hands remained in his lap stiffly. “Ah, it's not all that interesting. Trust me. Once math is involved, then you’ll see what I mean.” He said, earning another laugh from you that made his shoulders less tense and a fond smile spread on his face.

“You were always the artistic type, though. That’s something I’ve always liked and admired about you. Never afraid to be yourself… Just being able to think of something so creatively, from a vastly different perspective than anyone else, and turning it into something so beautiful. That’s always been pretty cool to me.” He went on, leaving you a bit stunned at his words.

“Hwa…” The old nickname slipped from your lips in a whispered tone and his eyes found yours, locking onto them as a few seconds passed by in stretched silence. Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak again, hesitating at first before licking his lips, and asked, “Can I tell you something?”

Words felt like they would fail you right now so you simply nodded for him to continue. Seonghwa swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again. “I’m really happy that you still remember me. I know that's silly to say because it's only been a couple of years but I wouldn't know how to feel if you acted as if I was a complete stranger…” He said, looking away with an almost pained expression despite the smile still on his face.

“I would never! We were important to each other back then.” You told him, scooting closer to him on the couch as you reached out to place your hand over his own. Seonghwa’s eyes shot down toward the movement, feeling the warmth of you from your body’s proximity and your fingers touching him so delicately, then back up to your face. “And now? He questioned, hopeful, as he placed one of his hands over yours and squeezed.

You squeezed his hand back and sighed. “I was scared of the same thing… that you would forget about me or pretend like you did. Or you would see me and want nothing to do with me so I figured I’d try to avoid you... But after you showed up and we talked, it feels like you never really left at all.” You admitted, feeling Seonghwa subtly shuffle closer to you.

“I thought about you almost all of the time during the years we spent not with each other, Y/N. I don't think I could forget you even if I tried.” He admitted back, similar to the words Hongjoong had said to you the other day. That had to have been something Hongjoong had heard him say when they bumped into each other and you mentally noted to punch the man whenever he got home.

Right now, however, you were going to focus on Seonghwa and what you wanted to do next.

Your hand came up to wrap around the back of his neck and he froze, his body stiffening as you leaned in close until your lips were a breath away from his own. “Tell me if this is okay. I want to show you how important you still are to me.” You murmured, the movement of your lips lightly brushing against Seonghwa’s causing him to exhale shakily.

A quick nod was all the confirmation you needed before diving in, catching his mouth in a deep kiss. You untangled your other hand from his lap and brought it up to join the one around his neck as you pulled him closer, crawling your way into his lap in the process until you were straddling one of his thighs.

Seonghwa’s body shook slightly underneath you, his hands hovering over your sides as if he were hesitating to touch. You pulled away briefly, nibbling at his bottom lip before tugging it and making him groan. “You can touch me.” You said, sensing his hesitation, and started to lick the seam of his parted lips.

He let you in with no resistance, the feeling of your tongue against his wet and probing as his hands gripped onto your waist tightly.

You licked in to Seonghwa’s mouth eagerly as you started to move forward until he was effectively pushed onto his back with ease. Feeling breathless, you parted from his mouth again to catch yourself but started to trail your lips from the side of his face to his neck where you began to bite and suck at the sensitive skin there.

“Y/N…” He gasped before letting out a whiny moan. Your eyes flitted up to his face to take in the sight of Seonghwa— already looking debauched and fucked out, and you barely even started. “What do you want, Hwa?” You mumbled against his skin and he shivered at the sensation.

“Whatever you want. You take the lead. Please.” Seonghwa replied in a strained voice, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline.

When you suddenly pulled away from him and stood up, Seonghwa shot up in panic wondering if he had said something wrong until you put your hand out for him to take wordlessly.

He kept his mouth shut and took it, letting you guide him all the way to your bedroom where you closed the door behind him with a click of the lock, officially sealing your fate together.

“You told me to take the lead, right?” You questioned once you were facing Seonghwa again, slowly approaching him. Your finger traced small shapes onto his chest as you backed him up into the bed, the back of his knees hitting the edge and making him sit down.

His ass hadn't been on the bed for more than 3 seconds before Seonghwa slid off of it and onto his knees in front of you, peering up with wide expectant eyes. “Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll enjoy anything you give me.” His tone of voice sounded airy as he uttered those words and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair as he leaned into your touch.

“You’re already on your knees for me… surely you already had something in mind.” You smirked at him teasingly, watching him shift under your gaze. “Can I…?” He trailed off questioningly as his eyes flickered quickly from your face to the crotch of your sweatpants and back up again. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach seeing how eager he was to please. Eager to please you.

You tugged your sweatpants down until they dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, kicking away the article of clothing before stepping closer to Seonghwa. His breathing had gotten shallow once his eyes fell onto your panty-covered pussy, the thin layer of the material leaving little to the imagination. The small wet spot he could see near the center made his cock twitch, straining against his pants.

Seonghwa’s hands gently grazed along your ankles first, gradually going higher from there to the back of your knees and up the back up your thighs. A small shiver raked through you when his fingers traced the lining of your underwear, slipping under the band a little as he grabbed ahold of your ass.

“A-Ah… Hwa…” You moaned softly when he pressed you forward into his face and placed a lingering kiss onto your mound right where your clit was. You took a step closer to him, pressing his face fully into your pussy now, and what little hold he had of his composure immediately slipped.

Seonghwa groaned as he buried his face into every crevice he could fit into, his long tongue rolling out of his mouth so he could run it along the moist material messily. “Knew you’d taste good,” He mumbled against the inside of your thigh, “Smell good, too. I could only dream about something like this happening in real life.” He added before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking the bud through the fabric. This plus the friction of your panties still covering your pussy was enough to make your body lurch forward a bit.

The back of Seonghwa’s head was now pressed against the edge of the bed, pinned between the comforter as you began to grind against his face.

“You should've told me sooner. I think I like seeing you like this.” You told him with a breathless giggle, swiveling your hips as Seonghwa tried to follow every movement to the best of his ability. He didn't mind it. You were using him to pleasure yourself and he couldn't be any more happier.

His grip on your ass had tightened when he felt you begin to back up and you rubbed your thumb against his wrist to make him loosen his hold. “I just wanna move onto the bed, Hwa.” You reassured him and he reluctantly let go. Despite not being completely bare, the evidence of your arousal shined like a gloss on Seonghwa’s bruised lips when you got a good look at him.

You crawled onto your bed, peeling your shirt and dampened panties off before throwing them somewhere you’d worry about later, and waited for Seonghwa to join you. Realizing your lack of underwear now, he followed along until he was stripped bare and crawled slowly up the bed until he was situated between your spread thighs.

Seonghwa’s eyes stayed locked onto your own as he trailed kisses along the inside of your thigh, bringing his face closer and closer until he could finally taste you without restriction or barriers.

The first swipe of Seonghwa’s tongue starting slowly from your hole up to your clit had your legs spreading out wider for him. And when his plump lips wrapped around your clit sucking earnestly, you felt your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as you reached out to grip his hair roughly.

Seonghwa groaned, muffled by his ministrations, and the vibration of it made your hips buck up. He unlatched himself from your clit briefly only to laser focus his attention on dipping his tongue into your hole to lap up whatever juices started to leak from it.

“Hwa,” His name came out in a shuddered moan as you placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed to get his attention, “I really need you.”

Seonghwa’s response came delayed, spending a couple extra minutes using his tongue to simply savor your taste before he made his way up your body where his mouth came crashing into yours. “You have me, baby.” He panted between open-mouthed kisses as his hand came up between your bodies to grab ahold of his throbbing cock.

“Do I?” You smirked against his mouth, nudging his hand out of the way so you could wrap your own around his length. Seonghwa gasped lightly, bucking up into the tight ring of your fist. “You think you could switch places with me, baby?” You purred as you stroked his cock languidly. It didn't take long for him to carefully flip the two of you over and have you hovering above him.

“Fuck, you're–” Seonghwa breathed out, eyes glued to your face as you rubbed the tip of his dick through your folds, “you’re just as beautiful as I always remembered but this is truly a sight.” He said while trailing his hands along your thighs then higher up to your hips where he held onto them as you lined him up to your entrance.

The breach stung a bit once you started to sink down onto him and Seonghwa rubbed his thumbs gently into your hip bones as you took your time taking him all the way inside of you. “I’m starting to believe that crush everyone keeps saying you had on me.” You sighed out once your pelvic bone met his, moving your hips slowly in small circles as you relished the way Seonghwa felt so deep inside of you.

“Have,” Seonghwa corrected as he tried to keep himself still under your movements, twitching every time he felt your walls constrict around his cock, “I think it was obvious to everyone but you.” He licked at his lips before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when you lifted yourself up momentarily only to sink yourself back down onto him.

Picking up a steady pace now, not going too fast or too slow, you simply enjoyed the way Seonghwa stretched you out and filled you up with every movement of your hips. A whimper-like sound punched out of him when you came back down just a little bit harder, clenching around his cock, and you cooed at the noise. “Poor baby. Am I at least making it up to you well?” You pouted at him with a tilt of your head, smoothing a hand down his chest soothingly.

“Noona,” Seonghwa whined, your body immediately stiffening at the sound of his voice sounding so wrecked, “Please, please go faster.”

You obliged without question, deciding that you would have a chance to tease him another time. You pressed your hand down flat on Seonghwa’s chest and used it as leverage to ride him the way you knew you would both love; bouncing on his dick as he thrusted upward involuntarily to meet the action.

This helps Seonghwa to go a little bit deeper, the head of his cock brushing along your walls just right until he hits directly at the spot that has you quivering above him.

You can barely hold yourself up and soon feel your arm give out as you bow your back and press your foreheads together. “Feel s-so good, baby…” You muttered while staring into Seonghwa’s eyes. His half-lidded gaze stared back briefly before pressing your mouths together in an intimate kiss.

He then caught you off guard by starting to buck up into you, almost frantically, as he wrapped his arms around your body and pressed you to his chest. “Cum with me, please, please, please–” Seonghwa begged, seemingly right on the edge of cumming.

Thankfully you weren't too far behind him with the way he had started to desperately fuck into you. And with the remaining body strength you could muster, you rode him with just as much urgency while still pressed closely to his chest.

Seonghwa had been the first to tip over, pleading over and over again until his voice became slightly hoarse. He stilled himself deep inside of you before you felt warmth filling you up in spurts, a pretty drawn out moan falling from his lips as you clenched around him tightly and followed suit.

You whimpered as Seonghwa helped you ride it out, his hands placed on your waist to help you grind down against him and giving your clit some added friction.

Feeling boneless, but most of all satiated, you finally collapsed against him as he started to rub along your back and traced over your spine. The delicate feeling of his fingers sent a tingle throughout your being that you could only chalk up to the resurfacing of those feelings you had kept hidden so deep within.

Seonghwa attempted to sit up and you grumbled in protest causing a laugh to escape him. “We have to get cleaned up.” He reasoned but you only clung on to him tighter as he rose and had you seated on his lap. “Will you stay afterwards?” You asked quietly, hope laced into your tone with a hint of vulnerability. Because now that you had him in your life again you would be damned to see him go so quickly.

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere without you again.” Seonghwa said, leaning forward to press his lips chastely against your forehead before looking at you with eyes full of love and sincerity.

Those same eyes that always held the stars in them that sparkled like glitter and reassured you that he would be right by your side for as long as you would let him.

#park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez fics #ateez reader insert #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop fics #kpop smut fics

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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Lesson 37 spoilers below - it's screenshot heavy again because OH BOY we had a lot going on this time too. I took almost 100 screenshots lol. But don't worry, I narrowed it down... uh but there are still a lot so I apologize for that.

I do believe I said in my last post that if they were going to go full Dante, they would bury Lucifer in ice.

I only said that because I WAS NOT EXPECTING THEM TO GO FULL DANTE.

Now listen, it's been a long time since I've read the Divine Comedy, so there may be a lot more references that I am missing. I can tell you that the four circles or sections or whatever that Simeon named for us are from Dante. That right there is straight from Dante's Inferno, along with their names and who they're supposed to punish. I don't really feel like any of this has much relevance except that they used it as a backdrop and to create reasons for us to lose most of the people who came to help us as we went.

And truly the lore was fascinating in general, but there are a couple of specific pieces about this that made me go EXCUSE YOU.

It's the Celestial Realm again, guys. Cocytus is part of their domain. And the last area is for those who betrayed "him" as they so eloquently put it lol. Both Mammon and Lucifer are considered traitors in this regard, but I kind of suspect that if the rest of the bros made it to that level, they would've had a similar experience.

Anyway, I was pissed. I was like Diavolo in the hard lesson.

Right, so let's talk Mephistopheles. I'm not familiar enough with the legend of Faust or its variations to know if the way they described his special power is based on that. However, I highly suspect it is at least somewhat inspired by it. Considering making a deal with the devil is what that story is all about.

But aside from all that - I LOVE HIM OH NO.

WHAT. This guy... all this time I thought he was really stuck up. And like I kinda get it, considering how he was supposed to be Diavolo's right hand man and everything. But he's straight up saying that he underestimated them. He seems to have no problem saying yeah, turns out I was wrong and you guys impressed me. So don't go around giving up now. AND he says they learned it from Lucifer? Like... he gets them. He understands them. And I was not expecting that at all. He keeps surprising me and I'm loving it.

Welcome to my life, Mephi.

It's pointless to resist.

I'm telling you, this is just how it always goes.

BUT OH! I'm not gonna lie, this made me feel something. All the brothers usually say such nice things to me, but this guy is basically like ARE YOU STUPID? And I love it?!?!? Augh I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance before, sir.

Okay, now let's talk Solomon being the hot old grandpa that he is. I SWEAR every time he shows up lately it's been making me more insane about him.

WE SUMMONED HIM. We needed him in Cocytus and he wasn't there, so we straight up SUMMONED HIM. We couldn't do it without Mammon giving us his power 'cause our magic is weak, but STILL!?!?

I think Simeon referred to it as teleporting, but really it was the same as summoning him. I think the words were even the summoning spell words.

If this was actually me we were talking about, I would start doing it ALL THE TIME. Consider yourself on call, old man.

And then we got this excellent exchange:

Not only am I always here for big bro Mammon getting protective, but Solomon bringing it right back was also great.

Okay, now let's talk about Raphael and Simeon.

Do you think we're dealing with Michael disguised as Raphael again? For some reason I don't think so, but... at this point, it's like how do you tell? I'm going to talk about it with the assumption that it's actually Raphael and not Michael.

Simeon during this part gave me chills. Because when Raphael showed up and spoke the punishment or whatever and Luke was about to protest, Simeon silenced him. Simeon wouldn't let Luke protest because he knew that wouldn't be good for our baby boy. Simeon was prepared to take the fall instead. And he wasn't about to just let things stand.

I can't accept it. I swear, Simeon's character is far more complex than anyone gives him credit for. He doesn't get anywhere near the amount of appreciation he deserves. I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT.

Right, but back to Raphael.

Baby. He's crying. He was just delivering the ultimatum, the decision about the brothers' punishment, and he was crying. I was so surprised, it was so soft and sad and I wanted to hug him. And look at Simeon's frown. AND THEN

EVEN LUCIFER. This man is chained up in some ice and he still sees how Raphael is struggling and feels sorry for him. (Like maybe he's been there before himself...)

This is why I think it really is Raphael. Because this feels like such a significant revelation of his character, I think it'd be a disservice to him if we found out later it wasn't him at all. So I'm hoping it's still him.

Now. Let's talk about Diavolo. I'm pretty sure this was in the hard lesson, so be aware of that!

He is so pissed. I don't think I've ever seen Diavolo quite like this. Worried, sometimes serious, but angry? Like to the point where he thinks he might lose control? I don't think that's happened, has it?

AND BARB. His reaction is so interesting! At first he has this look of surprise, but then LOOK AT THAT SMILE. Here's Dia being like, I need you to stop me, but you can't tell me that smile on Barb's face belongs to anyone who's going to stop anyone. He looks like he's looking forward to it. I love him so much it's stupid. (Also I think Barbatos is just as much of a menace as Solomon is, he's just better at hiding it. Where do you think Sol gets it from??)

And of course the lesson ended with Lucifer BREAKING THROUGH HIS CHAINS. Ugh another cliffhanger.

In general, I really loved the brotherly affection that was running amok in this chapter. They were annoying each other and protecting each other and sacrificing for each other and it was all amazing. They banded together because they care so much about Lucifer, there's no way they would leave him to his fate.

And once again, the Celestial Realm is to blame. I think it makes sense that they're doing this. Before, they said that the seven brothers assuming positions of power in the Devildom meant that the power balance between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm was out of whack. That's why they wanted the brothers back. But the brothers wouldn't come back.

And while the Celestial Realm threatened war, they didn't do that, either.

Do you think perhaps the Celestial Realm collaborated with the House of Lords to get Lucifer trapped in Cocytus? The House of Lords controlled the train where everything went down. The Celestial Realm controls Cocytus. They probably knew that Lucifer's brothers would try to rescue him and counted on them getting trapped in the ice, too.

But perhaps they weren't expecting any interference from Mephisto or Simeon. They had to be expecting MC, I would think. Maybe they underestimated MC because they're human? And maybe they thought Diavolo would just accept it? (If so they are duuuuumb lol.)

Okay just a couple more screenshots because they made me laugh.

PLEASE. I love their dynamic SO MUCH.

Hmm. Is that a threat, Barb? 'Cause uh... you can casually threaten me with that slight smile any time I MEAN yeah, you tell 'em.

I cackled about what do you mean "ahaha" like I can't believe Levi actually said that out loud lol.

Cheer up, Belphie. Let Asmo live the otome dream, won't you?

Okay, okay, I'm done. Overall, I quite enjoyed this chapter, but I'm still sensing more drama, probably until the end of the season, honestly.

You think Nightbringer will make an appearance before it's over? It's almost like I forgot this whole new app was made to tell a story about him. He's just been mostly MIA. UNLESS someone else has been him in disguise all along...

Nope. No. I refuse to get into theorizing, this post is already too long.

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jtownraindancer · 1 year ago

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Thank you darlin'!

Put my entire discography on shuffle for this one. Some of these I hadn't listened to in years, so seriously thank you~

God Save The Queen- The Sex Pistols

Cathedral- Wasback X JETFIRE X REGGIO

All My Friends Were Punks- Beach Day

Goliath- Smith & Thell

Honey Bee- Louden Swain

I Follow- CASTLEBEAT

Hoping- X Ambassadors

Hotel California- The Eagles

Chasing Twisters- Delta Rae

Heaven (Don't Have a Name)- Sam Feldt feat. Jeremy Renner

Tagging: @myloveistoblame @shaylogic @performance-fart @carebearloveshp @likemonstersinlove @princessegrenouille @alientrade @synthapostate @the-scribe-and-other-scribbles @whothefuckisknives & any one else who wants to play~

Ten songs, tag ten people

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag people. Thank you for the tags @almost-a-class-act @lewis-winters

Much like @lewis-winters I have too many playlists so I've just shuffled my Liked Songs for maximum chaos.

1 - Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex

2 - Punk Tactics by Joey Valence and Brae

3 - Ballroom Blitz by Sweet

4 - Your Song - Elton John

5 - The Pretender by Foo Fighters

6 - Should Have Known Better by Sufjan Stevens

7 - Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

8 - Sister of Pearl by Baio

9 - Somebody To Love by Queen

10 - De Selby (Part 2) by Hozier

Tagging @cody-helix02 @georgieluz @bitch-butter @jtownraindancer @ep6bastogne @baberoe and whoever else would like to join in bc my brain is fried rn

#tag game #tunes #ahhhh thank you! this was such a good blast from the past~#gotta swap around my phone music again #i have close to 15k songs saved between my hard drive and various thumb drives ^_^;#kinda surprised there wasn't any fall out boy here @_@

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jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 3 months ago

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Because I’m a sucker for Emerald corrupting Jaune

Right before the finale of the Vytal Festival Tournament, Pyrrha Nikos was beyond nervous. The pressure to win along with possibly being the Spring Maiden and finally getting enough courage to ask out Jaune was overwhelming. So getting a text from Jaune lifted her spirits a bit before she opened up said text.

It was a video with Jaune completely nude and tied up under Emerald. She sat on his chest, teasingly reaching back to stroke and edge Jaune while making him say out loud who his true love was. Who had the best ass, the best pussy, who his Mistress was~

Pyrrha took a deep breath, contemplating the chips laid before her. The pressure of winning the Vytal festival, and becoming the new fall maiden weighed heavily on her shoulders. As a celebrity, she should be used to this feeling, but it wasn't like any she felt before. Before it was just to appease her sponsors, a smile here, a few autographs there, simple stuff. But now, the fate of the world bore down upon her. Ishe made a mistake, it would spell doom for everyone. But she was Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, she had to be strong and shoulder this weight. For the world, her family, her friends, for...him.

With a heavy sigh, she readied herself for combat. However, a ding from her scroll stopped her dead. Checking the notifications, she saw a message from Jaune, and a smile formed on her face. Jaune's name alone was enough to ease the burden if only a little. Especially since it was the first time she's seen or heard from him in weeks.

Opening the message, she was a bit puzzled seeing it was a video. As it played, she saw Jaune lying on a bed, tied to the bedposts and completely naked, aside from a blindfold. with an erection that seemed to be impossibly long. A small blush graced her face at the sight but that soon disappeared when she saw one of the Haven students, Emerald come into view. Still, in her uniform, she crawled over onto the bed, planted herself on his chest, raised a hand to her lips where she spat onto it, wrapped it around his cock, and began stroking his slowly.

*what the fuck is she doing to him?!* she screamed internally, her fury rising as she watched the vid.

"So Jaune," Emerald said eyes looking directly into the camera, "Who's got the best ass in the school~"

Pyrrha's brow furrowed. What kinda of a question was that?

"Y....You Do!" He cried, surprising Pyrrha.

Emerald faking shock, asked him another question, "Even better than....Oh, I don't know...Blake Belladonn?"

Pyrrha scowled, her scroll nearly cracking under her grip.

"YES!"

Her fury was quickly replaced with shock upon hearing his reply. She could him moaning Blake's name a couple of times at night, so hearing him reject her was quite shocking. Her hands slowly began trembling uncontrollably as she continued watching.

Emerald smirked, increasing the pace on his cock. "Good boy, Jaune~ now who has the best legs in the school~?"

"YOU DO!" he cried once more

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Pyrrha watched this process repeat itself. A process that broke the spartan the more show watched. She watched as Emerald jerked him, adjusting speeds, fiddling with his testicles, even denying him and orgasm or two. All the while he sung her praises, complimented her body, and proclaimed her to be the best of all maidens in Beacon. Even above his own partner.

Sensing his climax, Emerald asked him one final question. A question that would be the nail in the coffin for Pyrrha.

"Jaune~.." she said facing the camera directly with an evil smile, "Who would you rather.....Spend the rest of your pathetic little life with. ME, your goddess, or the invincible girl~"

Hearing this question gave Pyrrha a small bit of hope. Since their first semester, she and Jaune grew closer. From their training to the study sessions they'd have, even the one kiss they shared after the dance. There was no possible way he chose a stranger over her. How wrong she was.

"I CHOSE YOU, GODDESS" He cried

"You'd chose little old me over the Pyrrha Nikos?" Emerald replied, mouthing to Pyrrha *He's mine now*

Pyrrha tilted her head, steading herself for what came next.

"PYRRHA.....WHO?"

*CLACK*

Pyrrha's scroll fell to the floor, her heart completely broken from being forgotten by her crust, not her first love. Her face displayed no emotion as she sat on the cold floor, the indication of her sorrow was the tears pouring down her pale skin. However, those tears weren't only from a broken heart. No, the streams of clear fluid running down her legs showed another emotion she felt, shame. The shame of watching your lover be stolen from you.....and getting pleasure from it.

#rwby #rwby smut #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #emerald sustrai #reverse ntr #rwby emerald knight #jaune arc x emerald sustrai

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kazuyakun · 14 days ago

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One Time for the Birthday Boy | Miyuki Kazuya

A.n: I'm a little rusty. I haven't written x reader Fandom fics in so long. It's kinda bad and short but I had to write something for my love

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Reader

Word Count: 854

"So, no cake, right?" Miyuki asks.

He's sitting next to you in the passenger seat with the sun visor pulled down to cover his eyes from the sun.

"Right," you agree.

"And no party? Right?" He asks once more.

You turn to look at him, eyes narrowed and then turn them back to the road. A soft sigh escapes you.

"Right."

"Oh good," He sighs.

He's so completely dramatic. However, it's something you've always felt was endearing. After all, it was one of the things that made you fall for him in the first place.

He's been adamant that he doesn't like to celebrate his birthday or really any other thing that regards celebrating him and his achievements. Why? You weren't completely sure. He just always said he didn't need to do anything.

"But, I really don't think it's fair that I can't celebrate you when you always do something nice for me."

"That's different."

"How?" You chuckle.

He sighs and leans his head against the headrest. He's restless from a five minute car ride. You insisted on driving him back from practice. He wasn't too happy about the special birthday treatment but he agreed.

"Because." He answers.

You look over at him waiting for more but he doesn't say anything, he only smirks at you in response.

"Alright. Anything for the birthday boy."

"Ew, gross. Don't say that." He says. "Honestly, I'm good with being here right now. I already have everything I need or want."

"Are you rubbing your professional baseball salary in my face?"

"A little," He teases. "Technically it's our salary though. Y'know, since what's mine is yours."

"Ah, what's yours is mine except for your baseball equipment."

He looks at you blankly and a deafening silence fills the car. You glance over at him with narrowed eyes.

"You know what you did." He eventually mutters under his breath.

"I told you that I did not lose your baseball. You obviously misplaced it."

"Sure, sure. We'll go with that."

"You're such an ass." You laugh.

"Really? Insulting me on my birthday? That's so harsh." He feigns hurt with a hand pressed to his chest.

"Make up your mind, loser. Do you want special treatment today or not?"

"Yesn't."

You turn into the shared driveway and shut the car off. Miyuki places a hand on your thigh before you get the chance to open the car door.

"Seriously, though. Thanks for giving me a good day for my birthday. I appreciate it."

You smile at that and squeeze his hand.

"Happy birthday, babe." You say to him. "Ready to go in? I have something that's not cake."

"Promise?"

"Promise." You laugh softly.

The two of you get out of the car and walk up towards the house. Miyuki grabs the keys from your hand and slots the key in the lock.

It's quiet once he pushes the door open and the house is dark for the tiniest second. After a moment, the lights flicker on.

"Surprise!"

Miyuki's face twists in a combination of surprise and shock, then he relaxes. He still hasn't stepped inside yet and you're still behind him in the doorway.

You sigh as you look over his shoulder.

"Guys," you say to his high school friends. "We agreed on no surprises."

Sawamura's grin doesn't falter and Kuramochi cackles as he walks up to Miyuki with a birthday hat in tow.

"We know, but the idiot got bored and wanted to hide." Kuramochi says.

He places the hat on top of Miyuki's head with a grin.

"We gave in." Tetsu-San explains.

"Well, as promised, it's not a party." You say to your husband. "I did manage to get everyone here for your birthday, though. Which wasn't an easy task considering everyone's schedule."

"Professional pitching schedule." Sawamura points out with pride.

"Shut up, idiot. We all know, we were there when you got drafted."

Miyuki laughs and steps inside. "Where's Jun-San and Furuya?"

"They went to the store to get some drinks."

"You guys didn't bring any cake, though, right?" you ask them.

"We followed your instructions and brought ourselves." Sawamura cheeses. He turns to Miyuki. "We wanted more people, but your wife said no to the party we were planning."

"Oh?" He questions and glances at you.

"Yeah, we were gonna invite all the guys from Seidou. She talked us down though." Kuramochi says.

“Would've been more fun that way. It would've been even better if we had a cake.”

“It's a good thing it's my birthday, then.” Miyuki grins.

Sawamura rolls his eyes and nudges Kuramochi.

"Let's check on the bananas.”

The two of them head off towards the kitchen leaving you and Miyuki alone. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“So?”

“Bananas?” He questions.

“A substitute. Peanut butter and bananas. There's chocolate drizzle for everyone else though.”

“Hmm. Smart.” he nods at you.

"Is this good for no party and no cake?"

"10 points." He answers.

"10? 10 out of...?"

"10/10, babe." He chuckles. He slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead. "It's perfect."

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki #Miyuki kazuya #Kazuya #Miyuki x reader #Miyuki kazuya x reader #Ace of the diamond #Diamond no ace #Miyuki kazuya headcanons

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shinestarhwaa · 2 years ago

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NO HOMO || JUNG WOOYOUNG

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?"

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x male reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings/tags: Highschool!AU, Wooyoung and reader are 18!!Legal age!!, hand job, dirty language, kinda enemies to lovers?, porn with plot, needy schoolboys, dryhumping, naked humping

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw-deactiv @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main

Tell me if u'd like to be tagged in my works!❣️

ENJOY!

You shuffled your way through the long hallways, barely caring about lifting up your feet. You were so tired, you had barely slept last night.

All you could think about is stupid Jung Wooyoung and his stupid face. Why? Because he had flashed his abs during gym yesterday. You rolled your eyes at yourself, noticing you were thinking about him yet again.

The sight of a sweaty Jung Wooyoung flashing his abs confused you, wishing he would have flashed his lower region as well. Were you just curious? You couldn't possibly have any feelings for him, you weren't gay.

You probably were envious, wanting to be him, although that sounded crazy. Why would you wanna be like him? He was loud, annoying and acted tough, always getting in trouble. You wished to push his head through a wall.

Entering the classroom, your eyes immediately fell on Wooyoung. He wore his tie so messily you rolled your eyes as you plopped down on the empty seat in front of him. Can't he dress normally for once?

"Yah, Y/N, you're blocking my view, I wanted to stare at miss Kim's tits today," he whined, but making sure it wouldn't be heard by her. You looked at him, rolling your eyes at him. "Then scooch to the side so you can act like the pervert you are, Jung fucking Wooyoung."

He had the biggest smirk on his face. "You like it right? Being pervy? I see you checking out miss Lim's ass every time. And Haerin too, you wanna get into her panties don't ya? She probably wears those cute ones with a little bow on the front," Wooyoung grinned.

You scoffed, not believing his vulgarity. "That's not very respectful, Wooyoung." "I don't really care, she's not here is she? Your little girlfriend," he teased. You sighed. "Can you shut up for one second? Also, she is not my girlfriend, we just work together for the Biology project."

"Wow, you're cranky today? Didn't sleep well, huh? Bet you spent the entire night thinking about her, wishing you fucked her instead of your fist?" Wooyoung laughed. "You're a dickhead," you said, turning around as miss Kim wanted to start the class.

You couldn't focus on the assignments though, you only thought about what Wooyoung said. You weren't thinking about Haerin. You couldn't care less about her, actually. Sure, she was sweet and you'd rather find yourself obsess over a sweet girl like her than a dickhead like Wooyoung.

No, it's just body envy. He might be a dick but he's got a good body, you thought. Would he have a nice dick attached to that? Your eyes widened, smacking your book closed in surprise. The entire class looked at you, including Wooyoung as you felt his eyes burn in your back.

You excused yourself, signing to your teacher she could continue teaching. You heard Wooyoung's annoying muffled giggles. Would he giggle when he kissed?

No. This couldn't be happening, you thought. Not over Jung Wooyoung, a man. A boy. You shouldn't think about his cock. Or your cock in his mouth. You shouldn't. But his plush lips would be heaven, you were sure. This was just a phase, you decided. It'll be over soon.

Except it wasn't over, because three weeks passed and you still found yourself obsessed with him, watching his every move and feelings tingles in your stomach everytime he spoke up or looked your way.

You even caught yourself fantasizing about him briefly, but you quickly cut off that thought. But you couldn't help that you were falling for him. You were paired up with Wooyoung so much nowadays during class projects that it was impossible.

You two actually tried to be nice to each other, although you still annoyed the living shit out of each other. You almost thought, he might be checking you out too. His gaze on your lips, as if he thought about kissing them. His hand brushing against yours, reaching for the same thing. It must be a coincidence.

"Earth to Y/N?" You heard his voice right next to you, pulling you out of your absentmindedness. "Yeah? Huh?"

He grinned. "Come to my place tomorrow after school, we can work on this then because we need to finish it soon." You agreed, although that could've been a very stupid decision. Well, you'd have to find out, right?

You entered Wooyoung's house through the backdoor, as he had ordered you to do. Even then you knocked on the wooden doorframe, checking if he was there. "Wooyoung?" You called out. He showed up, still wearing his uniform, but with a loosened tie and his hair a bit messy. It was cooler, somehow, sexier. "Hey, come in."

Half an hour later you were seated in Wooyoungs bedroom, a place you thought you'd never visit. You were working hard on the new project, almost finishing it up. You dropped your pencil by accident and you and Wooyoung reached down to pick it up, faces ending up so close to each other you thought you'd faint.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips, his beautiful chocolate eyes staring at you. The two of you came up again, gradually, together, not moving an inch back. Before you knew it, Wooyoung placed a peck on your lips. Your eyes widened at the shock. The shock of him giving you a kiss as well as enjoying it and wanting more.

"I'm sorry-" he started to apologize, but you cut him off, pressing your lips on his once more. It was still a peck, only a longer one. You looked at him after a few seconds, pulling away from his face.

"What are we doing?" You breathed out softly. "I'm not sure." Wooyoung thought for a second. You tried to focus back on the project, but you could feel Wooyoung's warm hand on your thigh, making you freeze.

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?" Wooyoung asked. You both knew that wasn't entirely true. But it seemed like the perfect excuse for what you were about to do. You nodded and spoke, "No homo, man."

Wooyoung pressed his lips against you, leaning towards you. His plush lips were so soft, like a heaven full of pillows. Your lips moved against his, feeling him suck on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a tiny breathy moan.

The two of you grew needier as you pushed your tongue in his mouth. His hands started to roam over your body, but you felt like he wasn't close enough. You tried pulling him closer, but the chairs were in the way. Stupid chairs.

He made you stand up with him, pulling you towards his bed. His lips never left yours as he got you two to lay on his bed. Your hands roamed over your bodies, groping every part of flesh you possibly could. You couldn't help but growing a painfully hard boner after feeling Wooyoung's hands on your ass.

He rolled you over so you laid on your back, Wooyoung sitting on top of you. The print of his own hard cock in his jeans made you weak. Why did you like this so much? No. It was just a guy helping out this other guy, right? No homo.

But it didn't feel so straight as Wooyoung started rutting his crotch against yours, making you whine. He gasped as he humped you, holding your hands. "O-oh fuck," he moaned out, gasping loudly.

"Take it off," you told him and for the first time, Wooyoung obeyed to something. He shoved down his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his hard veiny cock. As he sat up to strip, you followed him, pushing down your pants and underwear as you untied your tie.

You unbuttoned each others shirts, your hands quickly roaming over his chest and delicious abs. He had a gorgeous body. A gorgeous cock.

Wooyoung aligned his length with yours, starting to rut against you again. It was uncomfortable, the dryness, but it was exciting you. "Wait," you ordered, spitting in your hand. You wrapped your hand around the two of your cocks, covering them in spit. You collected the bits of pre-cum spilling on the tip of your cock, smearing it over your lengths as well.

Wooyoung threw his head back as you rubbed the tip of his cock, whining out your name. You pumped his dick quickly, smirking as you noticed you were the one who had control over him instead.

"Y-Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out, body trying to hump against you again, fucking your fist. It didn't take long before he was moaning louder, coming over your hand, panting out. "Sorry, couldn't hold it," he excused himself as he took your hand, wrapping it around your own length so it was covered in Wooyoungs cum.

Wooyoung then wrapped his hand around your length, pumping it at a rapid pace. He kissed your neck as you moaned out. Not being able to take it, he aligned his crotch with yours again, humping you for the third time.

"Yes, yes, god," he moaned out. "F-fuck Wooyoung, Wooyoung!" "Y-yes, fuck, so good, Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out. Your nails dug in Wooyoungs bare, soft ass as you moaned his name, coming over your own chest in thick white ropes. Wooyoung came for a second time, mixing his cum with yours on your bodies.

You laid on each other, panting. You weren't sure what to do now but... it wasn't gay, right? You had said no homo.

No homo, right?

Read part 2 here: Maybe Homo

#ateez #kpop #smut #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #oneshot #wooyoung x male reader #wooyoung makes me feel things

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romanscoming · 2 years ago

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Hi. Will u do evan peters x reader. Where Evan's friends are celebrating 🍾 his birthday at a strip club but he feels nervous since it's his first time being in a strip club since he's awkward and shy, but the reader works at a strip club gives him relief and makes him come out of his shell.

I was think about a face claim of the reader either to look like kali uchis or sza. But I chose sza bc she's wifey.

Love u girly pop.

“BEAUTY AND THE BEAR.”

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SHY!EVAN PETERS x BLACK!FEM!SEXY!STRIPPER!READER (READER IS A MIXTURE OF SZA & KALI) SMUT - 18+

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3RD PERSON | EVAN PETERS POV :

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p in v, oral (m&f receiving), soft sex, gentle sex, praise kink, celebrating sex, birthday sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap), stripper/strip club, hair pulling kink, body worship, size kink, belly bulge kink, Evan wanting it slow so it can last long, spit kink, cum control, cockwarming, biting, marking kink, inexperienced/kinda experience, goddess kink, pleasing kink, pussyeating, Evan/Reader in control for the most part, whiny/sensitive Evan and Reader, begging, pleasuring and pleading, making out, tit sucking, edging, grinding, dirty talk, tongue fucking, reader playing in Evan's hair, overstimulation, mention of public fucking and owning Evan.

EVAN WAS NEVER THE TYPE OF GUY WHO WOULD GO TO CLUBS.., maybe bars, and small little clubs but never a strip club.

That's what he thought until now, all of his friends wanted to celebrate his win of best act, and his bday; January 20th, at a strip club, but nobody told Evan they surprised him with it, and boy oh boy was he embarrass.. and so nervous when he seen the girls dancing, and the smirks on his friends faces.

"Why are we here..?" they just smirk at his question before pulling him into a boot which was quickly followed by a waiter asking them what would they like to drink, before Evan could answer with 'water' his friends shouted "About 10 shots of Whiskey, and 5 shots of Crown"

Evan was in shock still nervous as ever but only the drink arrive he was forced by his friends to take at least about 7 of them, back to back.

That's he'd realize it was a busy night at the club, they were about 5 girls on the stage but nun caught his eye,, not yet.

Just as you arrived on stage, with a silky see-though rope as you had gotten closer to the rope and let your hand slip off of your shoulders pushing the rope off your your body exposing your glamour body roped ties around your body, showing off always your curves, the thickness around your thighs as the lining of the tongs laid out, all of your body fat showing making him crave you.

Just as his eyes rises from your legs to your breast as the straps of the sequin tank top hugged against your big boobs causing them to spill out around any open area it can find,, eyes falling back onto your stomach as he watch the rhinestones coming from your belly button all the way between your boobs.

It was like he was in heaven he didn't know what to do or what to think and was all just you,, a goddess.

He could tell this wasn't your first time dancing, by the way your outfit stood out of the rest, your shiny, like a Emperor,, a Feminine empress, like gold.. like the stars on a starry night.

Just as you stopped your little warm up, they called out your starring name, "Lady 'Gorgeous-Gensis' and her last and special dance for the night!"

Your head raised at the state of your name, and your let out a cheeky smile before swaying your hips against the pole, your hands stroking it, sliding up and down as your eyes travel throughout the audience smirking at all of the men with their heart eyes staring back at your while throwing cash.

Do to being a starring stripper, you hardly had to do shit to get the men attention, it was just the need of revealing clothes which intended to always get the attention the more.

Double DD cups, and a slim waist and with big juicy ass, and you'd have everyone in the whole world attention, no eyes off of you.

But you think that was way your became a stripper?

You friend and you loved to dance as you grew up, elementary School dance team, middle school dance team, and aa track-star in high school and dance team again, you just loved to sway your hips around and dance around,

Whenever you were on the stage, next to the pole with the lights shining on you, it was as if nobody was there you were just dancing to be happy, to feel like how it was to be young dancing on tv or something,

All of the motion in you, just rolling on your body, sassing your hips, jiggling all of the shininess of your outfit around the whole room and your eyes fell onto Evans sparkled eyes as he wanted you out of all of the women in the room, he was watching you

Watching your every move, every step, every bounce, every shake, everything, and once your eyes locked in, and you smirk and blew him a kiss he was calling from heaven,

he could have died in your arms right then and there.

A loyalist man, who is just craving you attention, your body and wants to make you feel like .

Evan would make your pleasure his top priority, did do anything to have you moaning, crying and moaning his name in pleasure from what he was doing to you.

Locking in eyes with him was like a predator and a prey right in action.

You didn't think but was your swing on the pole legs half wide and your back arched as your head fell back looking into his eyes one again before standing up and bouncing on the floor in a slip,,

You wanted to get him in action, hard as a rock.. you just wanted him as much as he wanted you, but who was going to tease the other the most.

You stood up a little like a pornstar, as your felt back to your knee throwing your head back

Before telling your hands fall to the floor and hold on to it as your whipped your head back and front letting your energy max out as your started to crawl to the edge of the stage where Evan was standing before facing your back toward him and bouncing your ass up and down acting as if it was him.. you know his cock.

You hungry little slut, you take it anymore and you knew you were getting closer to the end of your dance before you walked back to the pole all sexy and sassy just as your stripped from up to down on that pole before posing with your body upside down.

Legs crossed holding you on the pole as your hands landed on the floor keeping your head from dropping dead on the floor, you wink as the eyes on you screamed and cheered as the room went all dark, and you were off the stage and into the back dressing rooms.

You were fixing your hair, makeup and wiping all of the sweat from your body off as your sprayed your perfume and felt all pretty and beautiful again, like a beauty model.

Just as your disappeared in the darkness Evan frowned.. he wanted to see more of you, he'd stood up from his stop and sat at the bar dressing the alcohol he was given, "Your eyes were on Y/N huh boy?"

"that's her name?" Evan grin to himself before looking from his drink, hands and then finally at the man,

All he could think of is your pretty, full of beauty skin, and a gorgeous name for your gorgeous-self,, so beautiful.

"She's not quite new maybe joined in about a couple of days ago or a week, but her moves are always something new, yk."

Evan just smiled at the man before smirking as he started to move away, noticing you in a rope walking around towards a closet.

"Hi..uh-Hey Y/N,, I can-" Evan had tired to say before you continued to walk farther away from him.

He frowned to himself but it was turned upside down when he heard your soft voice..

"Hold on,, just a second baby." He had heard you say,, it was like you were sent from heaven for him, you have him floating following you like one of the cartoon characters madly inlove.

Evan let out a small whimper, "uh.. Okay!"

You walked back out with shoes and your heels in your hand as you backpack was on your back hair clipped up, but in a pretty way to make Evan fall for her more.

He watched as you got closer to him letting out a small chuckle, "What is it honey?"

She started to walk off, waving at others stripper and the bartenders and other worked before walking out the door.

Evan was following her close behind, forgetting about his birthday and about what he friends sent him here to do, to celebrate right?

He followed behind you ramble as he stayed behind you all the way to your car, just are you let out a hum and grabbed a hold of the door handle of the car.

You body turned very fast and you locked eyes with the taller men, as you heart skipped a beat, and word were caught in his throat.

You smiled and grab ahold of his hand before kissing it, "The infamous Evan Peters caught a eye fa' me?"

You could see the redness of his cheeks as he was flushed with blush across his face.

You smile before kissing his hand and up his arms before licking his name, looking at him while doing it before his grip on your hand had gotten tighter.

Just as you were getting on your tippy-toes to kiss him, as your breath was on his bottom lip..

His body shocked, which making you press your forehead against his, before..

Whispering in his ear, "Relax birthday-boy.., Would you a present from me?" Just as you kissed him before he could even answer your question.

That's how it leaded to the position you were in now, you were in the back seat of your car just as your legs were spread wide open.

You had teased him enough he shoved you in the back seat and ripped off the rope you had on before and the lingerie your had one before fingering you for a while.

But now it was something different,

Evan hands with a mad grip on your thighs as his head was buried in between your thighs deep inside of them, he'd made you cum at least twice already,

You were just begging him to let you please him; whining moaning, whimpering and crying balling in tears.

"Baby-Baby, Bb~AagHh~Evannn!"

Moans leaving out your mouth left and right and his tongue worked hard on your clit like he had double the speed and double the tongue going rapidly between your pussy lips.

over and over and over, you were happy but sad, it was his birthday and he was suppose to be getting the pleasure, just as you felt about orgasm coming up your looked in his eyes just as he thrusted his tongue into your cunts hole, again and again and again.

He hummed against your pussy, "Cum all over my face cmon, precious." he said as he bit on your pussy making you let out a loud cry.

Just as your body started to shake at your approaching pit in your stomach, Evan hands fell on your body, the feel of your curves against him was like heaven

He would be lying to you if he'd say no he wasn't palming himself thought his pants, he'd been at it sense the second time you came,

The way he was licking you like he was a man who hadn't even in seconds, days, weeks, months, years..

So ferocious..

Savage,..

And VICIOUS

You were loving it just as much as you were losing it, your hand quickly fell to his hair as you pushed him closer inside of you pussy before thrusting your hips upwards letting his nose slip up and down your slit over and over..

You let out a loud ass moan, "Please!!, Evan-Babyyyy-ahhh~ nngh-pleas'Honeyy!" you whined as your eyes fell into his eye just as his watch you twitch on his tongue and seen how your eyes were trying to focus on him, you needed to be praised.

"Y/N, you doing so good baby, just cum on vanny's tongue, cum all over his face for him okay, just keep your eyes on me when you have your orgasm?"

You nodded quickly as he mumbled a small, "good baby girl" in your pussy before licking it up better then he was doing before.

His finger shoved into your hole, thrusting them back and forwards,, and starting to curl them up inside of you as your eyes were on him and as they rolled back for a bit.

"Cumming!!.. Im cumming evvy!! Aaaah~ I can't hold it its so strong aagh~ pleaseeee.. nngh! You whimpered just as your body shaken bad, all of your body moving as your pussy squirted all over Evans face just as his fingers in your cunt were covered in thick white substances..

Pussy fully juiced as most of it was still coming out falling into Evans mouth as his opened it whine wanting more, you moaned at the sight before, his fingers circled your clit just as you came once again, as the liquid spilled out of your hole.

His pants were off now, boxed still of as he sticked his hand out and palmed himself as you watched whining wanting to touch him as you reach for him but he didn't save you.

Evan kissed your stomach up to your neck, peppermint kissing your face cooling you down as he kissed your lips..

"I was supposed you please you vanny-bear!"

He shushed you just as you got settled on his lap, just as he exposed he coded cock with his pre-cum mixture of gulps of his white thicken cum.

Finally as you were pushed down on his cock, you started ridding him, as his sucked on your neck, letting marks all around.

Slowly, bucking your hips back and forth as his cock filled you up.

His hands quickly gripped on your waist squeezing roughly as he became all nervous and clingy to you, wanting you to be closer.

You whimpered as his nails were starting to go into your stink, just as another loud whimper fell out of your mouth.

Evan hand darted up to over your mouth shushing you a little.

"Shh, doll, you can't be too loud." He spoke softly to you,

You nodded quickly looking deeply into his eyes as you started to ride faster.

Evan didn't wanna to rick him wanting to hear you so he didn't hand from your mouth, instead he stuff two fingers; middle and index into your mouth chargering you to suck them.

Evan had never been ridden like this, it was like a dream, he was still a little clingy but wanted to control himself because he was scared he was going to lose it and was going to bone you into the seats on the car,,

But it seem like he was going that anyways like his hands were rolling around you body all over as he started to play with your tits for a while as he squeezed them and pinch the nipples making you whine again..

"Holy fuckkk-you're riding me sooo'g good babyyy doll." He groaned under you as your head fell in his neck as you started to bounce more, but slowly gave out.

Evan began lifting your hips, meeting you half way, but in the same pace, just thrusting much faster then you.

Your moans were going to be the death of him as they became louder even though they were muffled.

He knew for a fact you hadn't been touch like how he's been touching you know.

"Please.. Bear.. I don't think I can't last any longer.."

Just as you choked on his fingers he flipped you guys over just as the white liquid circle was reveal around his cock as he thrusted in and out.

Your hands grabbed his shoulders and the right hand fell to his back as you whined loud and moan, as you breathe was caught up as you felt him slipping in you as you had a dent in your stomach.. which was his fat mushroom tip and thick member.

You whimper and all, as you nails duged into Evans skins as his head fell back as he groaned for the pain and started to ram into your cunt.

Fast and faster by the second your eyes were rolling back just as he was watching you slowly kissing your forehead and rubbing his thumb around your lips as he pushed it into your mouth making you suck on it, as you were full on babbling while sucking.

"Such a pretty cockdrunk dollface."

He kissed your lips deeply, both of you huffing mouths together,

as the kiss was very angrily or passionately which to choose, pulling on the bikini top, which were now not even covering your breast, they were exposed to the fresh lustful air.

You were pulling Evan closer to you just as you were humping upwards while his dick was hitting your celivix over and over

You eyes rolled back, just as your head fell back and you kissed your teeth as you held Evan more closer wanting more just as you guys both started to thrust against each other..

"Evannnn! bear,, vanny.. mm.. ah! please god.. Soooo good s'good!" You cried and babbled just as you guys locked eyes again as you clench to him once you started to cream his cock, full of your juices and wetness.

You kissed Evan heatedly as he started to ram into you over and over, quickly as his dick twitched in your warm thigh cunt..

"Y/NNNN!" He groaned as he felt you tighten around him, "I don't think I can pull out.. you sucking me in Y/N.. fffff'fuck!"

Just then and now, you were nodding at him as you cupped his cheek wanting him to stay focused on you, a sex kiss, wet and sloppy as you guys tongues slapped and played against each other just as you clench around him more.

Wrapping your legs around his hip pushing him deep was you sensitive pussy was feeding him in more and more, you cried as you felt him rack into your womb, you nodded your head more

His cock twitches even more finally as his cupped face in your hand focused on you and your tight cunt just as his thrusts were getting sloppier and quicken slowly,

He moaned and groaned as you clenched on him more wanting him to stay and not more, before you knew it the wall of your cunt were painted white, you smiled at him giving him a lazy kiss as you let him ride out his orgasm and kissed you deeply but breathlessly feeling him still in your stomach

SORRY IF ITS SHORT, IF WANT MORE VISUAL P LINK I CAN DO IT JUST COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW ILL DO IT FOR ALL STORIES NOW.

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rui-drawsbox · 9 months ago

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halo halo this might be out of blue but may i ask how’d you fall in love w Baxter? I wanna hear the story of like how you started to like him if you don’t mind sharing . tysm!!and i love all your artworks!!!!

AGHHHHHHH i was about to go to sleep but healty schedules are overrated. Take a sit cuz this is gonna be LONG bc i dont know how to get to the point (jump right to the end to get the 3 lines resume lmao)

if you ask me why i like right now: he's a dramatic loser. But that was when i finally understood his character! you wouldn't be surprised if tell you that i'm an idiot right? i'm super slow to read between lines and understand people, that applies to fictional characters too lmao (+add that english isn't my first language) So! at first i didn't actually understood what was going on with -well- anything :D.

Took me a few playthroughs to actually understand the game in general, i started to play before step 4 was out so all i could do was play and replay different ways to fall in love with Cove (starting to crush at step3 was my fav) but tbh he was never my *type*, Derek was interesting but just bc he like us by default. Even after playing his dlc i felt like he was just a really good friend (which was kinda weird bc to this point i've just played his romantic route). So, what's different with Baxter?

To begin with! he's... he's....... huhh my first impression wasn't actually strong tbh, i was like "huh new guy to date yay". I didn't actually understood his character the first few playthroughs ngl. I started in fond ofc to get into the dlc but *I* was pretty indifferent, probably in Drinks where we finally see Morning Baxter was that i said "oh shit he's cute" and cuteness+gapmoe is enough to make me fall for any character tbh.

But! that was not enough to provoke a brainrot like this right? i'm the "Oh i love this *forgets about in a week*" type. What sealed the deal (badum tss) was probably bc of the fandom? Once i was done replaying the dlc 5 times in a row i went straight to tumblr to feed of headcanons, fanarts and fanfics. My favorite way to understand a character is thru the fandom tbh, my favs are the long aa essays talking about a character personality.

Long story short, he was dramatic troubled flirty gap-moe guy (my fictional type, coincidentally) with an excellent storyline. I still wasn't 100% into him but he was top1 romatic choice for me (sorry Cove and Derek, love ya but platonically), so i made 2 fanarts for his dlc in may and let the hype die... only for 6 months otherwise we wouldn't be here, would we?

AH-HA-HEM the day 28th of november, beginnings of summer, i went out in the morning to do some errands with my mom, we stopped to buy vegetables in our way home and she bought a small watermelon bc i love them. That same afternoon i was eating it and thought "watermelons are finally here, summer it's officially here!" and got struck with Olba memories like a sleeper agent. (made a minicomic abt that, that's why i have the exact date lol) SO i replayed the game again, reading everything again, and oh boy i finally understood so many things, one of those things was Baxter himself!

A lot of stuff made sense once i actually took the time to comprehend his character with the information i gained out of the game (mainly all the asks ppl sent to gb). Add the way that i always played like *me* on my first playthroughs of anything and then you'll notice why he hit me so hard, it felt like i wasn't giving him enough credit before dasjkfas.

Tbh his dlc is my fav bc it has such a strong storyline, you get to know him and his insecurities thru all step 3, and have a lot of sweet moments too! (and that night goodbye?? omg it hits me so hard bc it's right after the ending song) and because step 4 it's right after you go with all the fresh memories of your summer together and seeing him so cold towards you it's so painful but also so funny because HA I CAN SEE THRU YOUR FACADE YOU STILL LIKE ME HAHAHA and i finally knew the perfect word for him: loser.

Anyways i also did a deep dive in the Olba and Baxter Ward tag here in tumblr and eat pretty much everything, also helped me to get a better grasp for all the little details i didn't noticed before bc haha i told you im an idiot?

sO yeah i made a few drawings of my Mc interacting with the characters, surprisingly it got a lot of attention from the fandom so i made a few more and when i noticed i was deep into the brainrot and i wasn't able to draw anything besides my Ruri and Baxter being cute lmao

Funfact. Ruri is a variation of Rui (duh) that i used in games when i didn't feel like i wanted to be called my name directly, now that she expropriated me of that name i use Ruru, i'm so creative right?

Long story short: it was mix of the game itself, fandom content and people actually liking my oc content. The fandom is super welcoming with everyone's oc's i love that akjdlfhask

ajksdfhasjk WOAH THAT IS SO LONG i def went over the top didnt i? I tried to explain my train of thought and fill the spaces where my memory is blurry with stuff i think i would've thought at the moment, it's also 3am so im- not entirely here tbh hjadfhkj

ANYWAYS THANKYOU ANON FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE I LOVE TALKING TO NO ONE IN SPECIFIC ABOUT THE THINGS I LOVE LOVE YAA<333

#rui thinks loudly #gonna upload the drawing i actually was staying up late for and go to sleep #took me 2 hours to write this omg im so lost #idk how much i wrote but i still feel like it wasnt enough. i need to ramble and be redundant about olba for another 3 hours #rui answers

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storiesundercandlelight · 10 months ago

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I jumped out of my bed when I saw you updated!! 🥹💕💖

The Geoffrey fic was amazing…! You’ve been well? Life is going oki?

I was kinda laughing the other day as I talked with a friend of new things we’ve been reading; and told her about u and was like “man, I miss them”. And whenever I got excited talking about books and then remembered some that disappointed me or were just plain I would said that again out of reflex; “man I miss them sm”

That’s my new “I should call them”. 🩵✨ You never disappoint, I’m so glad you’re alive and active!

I wasn’t into Geoffrey and after reading this I’m like that Kombucha girl video like “mmm nah, BUT lemme check twice just to be sure” 😭

Could I request something Jonathan xFem reader that begins with someone being super affected by voice/sounds/talking; taking things to something physical/NSFW? I’m super into Jonathan’s voice and accent; in gral all the VA’s did an amazing job!!

I’m super close to finishing the game now and DAMN they’re all (characters) so well made 🥹

Or just whatever you’d enjoy writing or been wanting to write for a while! I trust your amazing taste.

Take care of yourself and I hope you’re well and happy! Lots of hugs 💕🩷💕🩷✨!!!

There's Something In The Way You Speak

Here you go! I hope you love it! Jonathan's voice could definitely make us all go feral!! And Geoffrey is my best boy 🤣 I will make you love him!!

I haven't proof read this yet so I'm sorry for any mistakes! <3

Jonathan knew how easy it was to rile you up now, a small perk he was more than happy to take advantage of especially on a night like this. He'd hated social obligations before being changed into an Ekon, he still hated them. He couldn't even eat or drink to distract himself from the dull conversations he was pulled into.

Damn Edgar for forcing him to come to this thing. He knew it was all about keeping up appearances. The hospital requires funding Jonathan, these men fund us. So make them happy and feel like they are needed, because they bloody well are. The only perk to tonight? Having you by his side, dressed so finely. The curve of your neckline was bordering scandalous for this day and age, more than one set of eyes had landed on you tonight, much to Jonathan's annoyance.

But, as Jonathan had recently been made aware of, he had a little weapon to use against you. The memory made him smirk, your cheeks had grown so red after your all but blurted out the effects his voice had on you. I don't know, something about the tone and just the way you say things....just forget I said it alright?

He definitely would not be forgetting you said it, how could he just stand by and let quite possibly his best advantage over you go to waste. Before it was always Jonathan falling head over heels whenever you beckoned, how easily you made him want you, how simple it always was to make him lust after you. Oh how the tables have turned.

Jonathan moved closer to you, your body leaning delicately against one of the pillars adorning the room. It took a slight amount of bending to bring his lips right beside your ear before he whispered, nice a deep. "You know, I've been thinking about all of the doors in this hall. Where they lead to, which of them will be the one I'll pull you through, the one where I'll ravish you across whatever surface we find"

Your head turned towards him, eyebrows lifted and eyes wide in surprise. "Behave Dr.Reid" you whispered back.

"I don't want to behave, I want to fuck you" Jonathan felt your body tense beside him but this time he wasn't told off, you simply stared straight ahead, eyes flicking over the couples dancing or socialising. "Don't you want to?" His lips were all but pressing against your ears now, the soft tickle of his breath had you shivering.

"What I want is for you to behave" You quipped back, but Jonathan saw the redness growing on your cheeks, he was fairly curtained he'd never used that sort of language around you before....why wasn't it working? Jonathan straightened up, the glass of whiskey - still as full as when Edgar handed it to him- was the only thing he could use to occupy his hands as he tried to think of what else he could say to you.

Two - or was it three?- tedious conversations with men you had no desire to listen to, had come and gone since Jonathan's attempt to scandalise your thoughts. You wouldn't let him know it but your entire body had flashed hot and cold at his words. The idea of him whisking you away to have his way with you hadn't left your mind since he'd put the thoughts there.

Jonathan all but pouted his way through the conversations, waiting impatiently for them to end so he could try his luck again. He didn't have any ideas as far as what to exactly say to you, filthy talk wasn't exactly in his list of strengths, but the thrill of trying to rile you up was enough to keep him excited to try.

You had somehow managed to slip away from the small group that had Jonathan cornered, his eyes searched for you across the room, as the men in front of him continued their dull conversation. There you are. You had clearly just come from the bar, a tall glass in hand as you let your eyes wander over the room, stopping on the paintings along the walls. Truth be told Jonathan would feel happy enough to simply watch you from a distance, your beauty was always something that had him catching his breath each time he looked at you.

You felt Jonathan behind you before you heard him speak. "You abandoned me" He spoke low again, his lips not as close as before but close enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck prick up.

"You seemed to be doing alright"

"I don't appreciating you playing so hard to get...especially given how much effort I'm putting in to trying not to get hard while looking at you" Lord above this man would be the death of you, you turned your head towards him, catching him playing innocent as he met your. gaze.

"Have you gone mad?" Of all the time for Jonathan to be trying his new found technique to get you in the mood, now was certainly not the time! But the boyish smirk that pulled at his lips made you think that no matter where you happened to be at this moment, nothing was going to stop him.

"I think that one" Jonathan nodded his head towards a door positioned near the back of the room, out of the many doors that lined the walls between painting in the room, this one was likely the easiest to take and not be seen. "Given that it isn't locked of course, but I have a good feeling"

"You can't just wander around!" You whispered back to him. "One, people will notice you've gone-"

"After a while"

"And two, we can't just walk into whatever room we please, certainly not to do what you have in mind! What if someone catches us?"

"What if the sky falls on our heads? What if Priwen storms in and burns me at the stake? What if's are too boring for tonight my dear, and I have had the last three hours of nothing but boring so... shall we?"

Before you could even argue Jonathan had gripped your wrist and walked towards the door with much more confidence than you could muster. The creeping paranoia that someone would see you both sneaking away was almost enough to have you fighting against his pull. But before you knew it Jonathan had turned the knob on the door and pushed you both through it.

The hallways was dark, lit only by the moon light that came in through the windows on one side of the space, more doors lined the walls on the other side. "See? if it was in use tonight they would have lit it up" Jonathan walked forward leaving you by the doors you'd just come through. The first door he tried was locked, with a purse of his lips he moved onto the next one. "Hmm, a linen closet?" Again he moved onto the next, seemingly unhappy with this one also.

"Jonathan..."

"Perfect!" He motioned you over with a flick of his hand, only allowing you to get so close before pulling you once more through a door and into what looked like a small - very small - laundry room. Shelves covered one side of the room, an assortment of sheets and towels were folded neatly in stacks.

"Perfect? Oh lord if this is what you're calling perfect right now then you must have slipped a few marbles out, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Jonathan pulled the door closed quietly before reaching for a wooden chair sat off to the right of the room (presumably used when the servants were polishing or sewing) and fitting it under the handle, effectively locking you both in, and more importantly locking people out.

"There!" Jonathan turned to you, the boyish grin back. He gripped you by the hips moving you slowly backwards until you bumped into the counter top lining the other half of the room. You felt weightless for a moment as Jonathan lifted you onto the counter, his hands quickly pushing up your dress enough for his to stand between your thighs. "This is much better" His voice depended as he leaned forward, pressing his lips for your neck and trailing kisses up towards your jaw. "Do you know how difficult it has been for me tonight to see you dressed this way?"

Not that you imagined he wanted answer, but you wouldn't have been able to speak even if he had. Your mind was entirely too focused on the way Jonathan's hands travelled up your thighs, pushing under the bunched up fabric of your dress. "So many men were looking at you... I had a mind to let the beast take over....the walls would have looked better red"

You let yourself shiver fully, the idea of Jonathan being enraged at other men looking at you had you reaching out behind you, looking for support to keep you upright as he continued to lean over you. You felt the most subtle scrap of his fangs against your neck before he spoke again. "Will you let me have you? God I want you"

His voice grew deeper as lust quickly consumed him, his grip tightening on you as he lifted you again, just high enough to quickly slip your underwear down your legs. You couldn't even help yourself now as your hands slipped around the back of Jonathan's neck, pulling him in for a kiss that was entirely too needy and downright messy as you both started grabbing at each other. Your hands clashed with Jonathans as you both reached for his belt, but with a chuckle you both managed to free him, already so firm and ready.

Jonathan pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and by doing so, closer to him. "If we get caught-"

"Shh we won't" Jonathan nipped playfully at your bottom lip before lining himself up and pushing into slowly, his eyes closing as you enveloped him. "Christ you feel good" Hearing Jonathan's words of praise in this setting was new to you, he was far too much of a gentleman to whisper filth into your ear. But apparently those days were over.

Your gentle moans filled the small space as Jonathan moved against you, whispering and groaning against your neck, letting his fangs nip you in-between words. God knows if you weren't at a party you would tell him to bite down, to drink as he took you. It was almost as if Jonathan had the same thought as a broken whine tore out of him and his hips began moving faster.

You kept one arm behind you, using both the wall and counter top for support while the other pulled Jonathan closer to you, your lips finding his for another messy kiss. You knew it couldn't last forever but you desperately wanted it to, especially when Jonathan was being as vocal as he was.

He wasn't even sure what he was saying now, he'd lost the sense to form full sentences when you started rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts, your hand in his hair gripping and pulling him closer to deepen your already wild kiss. But Jonathan did know you were both so close, he could feel how tight you'd become around him, your face moved to press against his shoulder as you tried to conceal the moans that were falling from your lips.

You came with a shuddering gasp, you grip on each other tightening as Jonathan followed. It was only a few moments of you both regaining your senses before you pulled apart. Your eyes looked over Jonathan and a small smirk pulled at your lips at the sight of him, his hair messed and falling out of place, his tie and shirt was pulled and wrinkled but his fangs were what had your eyes lingering, they were extended, just visible as he looked back at you.

"You look a sight" Jonathan chuckled before righting himself and his clothes as best as he could, pushing his hair back with his hand before reaching forward to help you down from the counter. You started straightening yourself up as Jonathan bent down to retrieve your underwear from the floor. You reached for them but he pulled them back out of reach. Jonathan watched as confusion washed over your face before quickly tugging the fabric into his pocket.

"You cannot be serious"

Jonathan simply shrugged. "You wouldn't need them for long anyway" You huffed a disbelieving laugh at the man before you as he stood smugly by the door about to remove the chair he'd used to lock the door.

"Jonathan?" You both froze. Edgar. He didn't shout but he definitely spoke loudly enough for you both to hear him and be sure of who it was. Your eyes snapped to Jonathan, a clear I told you so, written all over your face.

Jonathan couldn't help it, he started smiling, and then giggling, covering his mouth with his hand so that Edgar - who was walking closer and closer to the door that hid you - wouldn't hear. You couldn't believe this, you couldn't believe him.

It took a few moments and a brief amount of panic when Edgar tried to the barricaded door before his footsteps receded down the hall. and then another few moments before either of you felt safe enough to crack open the door to see if the coast was clear. "See? I told you we'd be fine"

"Jonathan he will know as soon as he takes a look at us what we've been doing!"

"So you're telling me we should sneak out of one of the windows and go home? Excellent idea" You shook your head but you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you watched Jonathan check every single window on the way back down the hall to the party, just in case you could plot another great escape.

#vampyr #vampyr game #dr jonathan reid #jonathan reid #jonathan vampyr #vampyr 2018 #jonathan reid x reader

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blushblushbear · 4 months ago

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You could say he already counts as one, but what would a werewolf AU involving Volks be like?

THIS CAN GO SO MANY WAYS HONESTLY I COULD MAKE SO MANY OMG

but my main two OKAY SO

in a modern setting:

You are a barista (surprise it's also a coffee ship au) and Volks comes in one time, not even for him, it's for his mom. And it's kind of an awkward meet cute sort of thing where he thinks you're kinda weird but he thinks that about everybody and you're not that bad (and maybe kind cute) so he'll give you a pass. Not that it matters cause he doesn't drink coffee and he's not coming back here again shrug

EXCEPT--- that was the best cup of coffee his mom ever had. And she ends up sending him back a few times when she has to work the night shift. And he's such a mama's boy he does it every time she asks without question. And honestly coffee from your cafe becomes one of her favorite parts of her week-- AT LEAST UNTIL A NIGHT WHERE YOU WEREN'T WORKING. Then it wasn't as good. And when Volks let's slip it was a different barista that made it she now knows it's not the cafe it's you and she basically makes him only get coffee from you for her lol. She even comes in on a day where she's running errands with Volks! You're her favorite! And between the forced proximity and the fact that his mom loves you he couldn't help but start crushing BIG TIME. So his life is a little complicated now but in a good way. A fun way.

UNTIL....

one night he's out on one of his usual solo camping trips when he gets attacked by a strange wolf. It ran super weird and was way bigger than a wolf usually is. He got bit and ended up in the ER, which was very scary for his mom. Over the course of him healing you actually stop by and bring him flowers and food while he's getting over his injury... you even started dropping off a coffee for his mom each night since he's out of commission. You promise you'll stop by again to help him out and he sort of wants to refuse but he also can't seem to tell you no.

In between that first and second visit however, he has one weird night... lots of sweating and feeling a sort of burning pain all over... along with a really freaky dream of him running through the woods...

It happens 3 times and on the 3rd time he finds his back door open and dirt trailing from the open door to his bed. He's not sure what to do or who to tell cause he doesn't wanna give his mom a heart attack. That's when the doorbell rings and he opens to find you standing there with food and flowers. Knowing he has no one else to turn to, he lets you in and asks if you can keep a secret... a very weird secret.....

In a fantasy setting:

You are a child of a noble and he is the son of the village healer who has be offered nobility so long as his son marries the family into it. His mom is initially against the very idea of marrying her son off for money but he insists he go through with it. He wants a better life for his mother and he doesn't care about things like love or marriage, so he agrees.

Meanwhile you are being married off to the village healer's son to form an alliance and you are--- not feeling it. Like at all. You attempt to run away from your first ever meeting with your husband to be and end up crawling out a window where you fall into the bushes and meet a very nice young man who helps you out of said bushes. Before you can take off he asks what your running from and you respond with a sigh 'my fiance. I never met him and I'm sure he's a nice guy but--- no. Just no. I'm out.' He smiles and asks if you would like some company, 'in case there are any wild bushes you need to climb out of'-- also he admits he also has a meeting he's looking to avoid. So you two end up playing hooky. You spend the day together, learn a bit about each other, he's very quiet but you like to chatter so it's okay. He's not half bad, and he seems to think the same of you. When you finally head back it turns out your parents have been looking for both of you (his mother is worried and your father is PISSED), oops, he's your fiance.

He says that he wasn't looking forward to this either, but after a day with you, maybe this won't be so bad after all.

You two start to spend a lot of time together. There seems to be a day out of the month him and his mother refuse to see anybody, it's apparently a special family day or something. You try to ask about it and he's cagey at first. Eventually he gives you a sort of half answer that seems to satisfy enough.

UNTIL, one day you go out to their distant farm house for some reason-- maybe you had a fight with your father, maybe they forgot something, maybe you're just curious-- but when Volks and his mom aren't in their home you immediately get worried. You hear a noise coming from the shed in the distance and with dagger in hand you go to check it out, fearing all kinds of worsts.

What you find however is something you never could have predicted-- Volks, beastly and thrashing, chained to the walls, as his mother attempts to sooth him through the pain of his transformation.

Thus the family secret is now out-- what ever shall you do next??

These are both rough ideas and frankly I wanna make fanfics for both of them AHHHHHH

#bear text #blush blush game #blush blush #sad panda studios #bear talks #volks #blush blush volks #volks blush blush

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vampirepersay · 3 months ago

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The afterlife of Pip Pirrip: old fic that I wrote back in 2022 it was finished but after I deleted the fic I lost the ending

CW: canon character death,religious imagery but it's the south park version of religion.

WC:1009

My name is Pip and I'd like it if you'd stop smashing our little town to bits".

That

was the last thing he said before he felt his body being crushed by mecha Streisand.

It felt like a

bad dream, like something that couldn't have happened.

But it wasn't a dream Pip was dead.

But if he had died why did he feel himself starting to wake up?

So it was just a bad dream Pip

thought to himself while rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes but when the young

British boy opened his eyes he was not greeted by the familiar walls of his bedroom, but

instead, by blinding white light and calling out from that light pip heard an unfamiliar voice

despite having never heard the voice before for some strange reason he found it comforting but

before he even had a chance to hear what the voice said he felt himself starting to fall, it felt like

he was falling for an eternity, time seemed to be going slower if this was a dream then why did it

feel so real he thought. After what felt like a lifetime Pip stopped falling. And what he saw

confirmed what Pip was so terrified of not only was he dead but he was in hell.

There were no

other explanations for this;

everything as far as Pip could see was on fire, but Pip wasn't afraid.

A voice he would have recognized from anywhere could be heard Damien Thorn the one person

who was at least somewhat kind to him was standing in the flames unfazed by it all Like this

was something he saw every day before pip could take everything in or even ask for some kind

explanation a red figure appeared from what seemed out of nowhere.

"Damien, are you scaring the newcomers again?" said what pip could only assume was satan

himself, "Father, I know this person, why is he here?" asked

the young demon, the larger and much More intimidating demon replied with

clear sarcasm in his voice "for a nice vacation, he's dead, why else would he be here!

"you don't have to yell, I know that already what I meant was why is he here? he never struck

me as the type to end up here". "Look, Damien, you know I'm not the one who

decides who ends up where. If your little friend is here then he's here for A Reason". Before the

father-son conversation could continue Pip decided he was going to get the answers he so

desperately needed.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but where am I?, also hello

Damien I thought I'd never see you again.

"oh yeah I should probably explain,

thanks a lot Damien for getting me distracted so as you've probably already guessed your dead

crushed to death by a giant robot to be exact, and as for where you are if it wasn't obvious

you're in hell.

If you have any other questions feel

free to ask me. I'm not busy, also this whole hell thing is kinda my whole job".

Said satan who

was surprisingly nice. After his speech to pip, a loud buzz could be heard "ugh that better not be tom" after pulling his

phone out from who knows where the demon looked at his phone before saying "sorry pip I got

to take this Damien should be able to answer whatever questions you have".

"umm what just happened now I'm just more confused" said the British boy.

"don't worry he's always like that you'll get used to it". Said the raven-haired demon.

"thanks Damien there's something I must ask you if that's alright?"

"what is it?" replied Damien.

"when you asked why I was here you seemed surprised, why is that?"

"come on pip you know

why you're not a bad person". Said Damien with his usually fiery eyes with a hint of sorrow in

them.

"I'm sorry what, Damien do you actually think

I'm a good person, or are you just saying that to make me feel better".

said pip who was

shocked that someone would say something so kind to him

"Look pip I've come to realize that

you didn't deserve anything that happened to you, and I want to apologize because of me

wanting so desperately to be cool I hurt you, and that wasn't okay".

"You're apologizing, thanks no ones ever actually said sorry to me before," said pip.

"That's horrible but at the same time I'm not surprised",

Damien replied, who seemed to be the

first person to like pip.

"thank you Damien's That exactly what I needed to hear".

The British boy responded. "Damien, can I ask you a question?

it's a rather stupid one

but I just need to know" "sure I don't have anything else to do, and if I don't help you i'll definitely

get in trouble.

The demon replied. "I warned you it's dumb but you know how you went

to earth,

"yeah what about it"?.

"well that's the dumb part of the question is there any way for me

to do that". Said the blonde boy feeling like an idiot for even asking the question.

"No, I'm sorry

there is no way for a human, who has gone to hell to go back to earth.

Said the young demon

with sorrow in his voice.

Just as Damien finished his oddly sweet speech to pip a fall could be

heard and an oddly familiar muffled voice could be heard saying something pip couldn't make

out.

That was Until the source of the voice was in Pip's Vision, it was Pip's classmate Kenny

McCormick.

Pip was shocked to see one of his fellow classmates in hell, deciding to make

conversation with him Pip called out his name "KENNY!".

The young hooded boy looked Pips way

with disgust in his eyes before flipping him off, what happened next Pip could only describe as

some cruel joke from the Universe kenny's body began to glow with white light before he

teleported out of hell.

AN: I'm aware Damian is super ooc in this and I apologize, I wrote this fic back in 2022 so that's why so many things are out of character or just not accurate to canon Im not going to finish this because it had an ending originally and it's been so long since I wrote this I don't want to change the original ending.

#south park #south park fanfiction #sp pip pirrup #pip pirrup #sp pip #kenny mccormick #unfinished fanfic #sp damien #south park damien thorn #sp damien thorn

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sirtaehyunsalot · 2 years ago

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What’s His Deal? (pt 1)

pairing: Thomas Valles x fem!reader 💀

one-sidedish love, crack if you squint really hard

warnings: cursing, some racist remarks from white fam 🧍‍♀️, my horrible Spanish, lmk what else

word count: 988 💀💀

AN: im so embarrassed lmfao; i know this movie takes place in the 80s but i didn’t center it arnd that 1) bc i don't know shit about the 80s and 2) bc now u can visualize it in any time period you want. And if you’re not white then you can just act like you were adopted by the White family lmao

You reached into your locker and hung up your bag. Just when you were about to close your locker you heard 3 pairs of footsteps running in your direction. By the time you turned around to see what was happening, it was already too late as one of the boys plowed straight into you, causing you to fall backwards into your still open locker, dropping your things all over the floor and twisting your ankle in the process. Some people who witnessed the whole scene unfold were nearly peeing themselves laughing (you probably would have laughed too if it wasn't for the fact that you were the one experiencing this) and others were looking at you in surprise.

Today was your first day at school in McFarland, California. You already hated this place because it was hot, musty, dirty, noisy, and boring. You and your family had to move here after your dad lost his temper at one of his football players at your old school. Now here you were, in a town where almost everyone spoke Spanish, and roosters woke you up at the ass crack of dawn.

One of the running boys had stopped and turned around to see what had happened to you. When he saw you trying to get out of your locker he turned back around to push the guy that had bulldozed you into the locker.

“Look what you did, ese! Didn’t even bother to apologize” He exclaimed before walking towards you. “Here, lemme help you,” He pulled you up from your locker, closed the door, and started helping you pick up your things.

“Gracias,” You blurted out. You had no idea why you said “thank you” in Spanish, you already knew full well that he spoke English.

“You’re welcome,” He answered with a smile before walking away.

You thought that boy was kinda cute. But you knew a little bit better than to fall head over heels for a dude you had just met and didn't even know the name of just based on looks alone, but you still couldn't get your mind off of that boy. You thought about him so much that during first period you almost didn't hear the teacher telling you to introduce yourself as the new girl in class, which led to you standing in front of the classroom in silence for a good 10 seconds before you realized what you were supposed to be doing. You thought about him in class, at lunch, while you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, and even during the ride home.

“Hellooooo, (nameeee), earth to (nameeee),” your little sister Jamie called out to you from the backseat of your dad’s car.

“What do you want?” You sighed, slightly annoyed that she had interrupted your daydreaming session.

“Who’s that dude?”

“Why would I know anyone in McFarland? We’ve only been here for like 3 days”

“Because he’s really fast!”

You finally looked out of the window to see what this girl was talking about, and what you saw was honestly something out of a superhero movie. The guy that helped you earlier was running. Running as fast as the car you were in!

“But we’re going-” -you pause to check the speedometer- “12 miles an hour-! And he’s able to catch up to the car??”

“Like I said, really fast!”

“Oh, I know him! That’s Thomas Valles, he’s the one that gave me a tour around the school today,” said your other sister Julie, around the same age as you.

“Thomas?” you became flustered at the mention of his name.

“OOOO! (Name) likes him!! Dad!! Get closer, get closer! (Name) wants to be closer to her crush!!” Jamie screamed

“SHUT UP JAMIE! I don’t like him, it’s just that he helped me get myself together when I fell ass first into my locker after one of his ‘amigos’ mowed me down while running in the hallway,” you huffed in annoyance as you remembered all the people that were looking and laughing at you.

Unbeknownst to you however, Thomas had stopped running because he noticed your family stalking him and went to stand in front of your car (not the smartest move on his part.)

“Why are you following me, blanco.” he demanded rather than asked when your dad stopped the car.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” your dad questioned.

“What are you a cop?”

Your father was quite taken aback by Thomas’s reaction to this. The guy didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he was going 12 miles an hour!

“You were running at 12mph, that's pretty fast, Valez,” your dad quipped

Thomas chose to ignore the fact that Mr. White had butchered his name. “Well I obviously don’t have a car, right?”

“Can I give you a ride..?”

“No, but you can stop following me.” Thomas replied before he turned around and continued running off to wherever he was going.

“What’s his deal?” Julie scoffed at the whole interaction. “We were only trying to be nice to him, is this how everyone acts in McFarland?”

“I know right?” Jamie agreed.

“In his defense, I think I would be pretty creeped out too if I was a Mexican boy being chased by a van full of random white people,” you half-joked.

Your family let out a loud laugh at your little joke and moved on to other topics soon after. Although, you on the other hand, were still thinking about Thomas for the rest of the way home. And during dinner. And while you were watching TV. And before bed. And even when you were in bed he still managed to creep back into your thoughts. You were also thinking about the question Julie asked during the ride home. “What’s his deal?” What was Thomas Valles’s deal? You had no idea, but you immediately knew that you wanted to find out.

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This was wild 💀 lmao pt 2 will be coming soon shoot me an ask if you want to be in my taglist

#thomas valles #mcfarland usa #💀#thomas valles x reader #kee writes

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