#like ik i sound horrible so

[ear-motif]

as people learn more about transmasculinity im debating if itd make me more dysphoric to be a permanently clocky tboy to well-meaning libs who still view me as a woman regardless or to keep embodying my cissona

[acetheta]

bruh system communities on discord are so fucking toxic

[itadorii]

as much as i dislike the sick feeling that comes with unrequited love (which is how all my romantic encounters have ended up) life is incredibly boring without a crush to talk to

[rocaillefox]

can people please stop turning furry worlds into fantastical racism/making up furry stereotypes. i do not want to read 'all cats are troublemakers. all bears are police. all rabbits are caregivers.' like, peoples features and bodies do not signify anything about personality, morality, political stance, etc. and the bioessentialism inherent to that concept absolutely reeks. this is not a politically neutral thing jsjfbvj

[nomaishuttle]

well nvm gets scared. made a poll but now im scared bc its music based

[itsalwaysdark]

the worst part is like . I know it sounds like ocd and i know a lot of ppl with ocd and i watch them talk abt their experiences and i relate a ton but then my brains like How dare you relate to them and try to compare. youre just an evil person and youre trying to pretend you have ocd . and its actually different and the fact you even thought for a second "oh thats similar to what i experience" means that you will be a bad person forever and you cant fix it and you need to go to hell. and you dont have ocd youre just actually an evil person. so i cant actually let myself think abt it being ocd basically

[gorillaxyz]

im gonna start my proper rebision on monday so the weekends are my days off... but american history hyperfixation means im still pretty much revising when i listen to or watch speeches delivered

[oysterie]

Went back to lapvona decided to finish it. I don't think anything has happened this whole book 👍

[little-mimikyuwu]

oh my fucking God my cat came back today let's goooo I love him 2 death

[logansdoll]

Heyyy. Ok really cheesy but I’d like to request a Logan x reader friends to lovers where it’s like an accidental confession. Maybe someone makes fun of the reader and Logan without thinking about it just starts yelling and defending why the reader is great and everything he loves about her? Ik it’s a little OOC but maybe he gets so mad (as Wolverine does) that he gets all mushy without realizing lol. Thanks ❤️❤️

lotus

while on library duty, Logan overhears two girls talking shit about you... and corrects it quickly.

CW: sorry i went in a little different direction, suggestive, profanity, takes place during the timeline of the og X-Men, these girls are bitches, etc.

"I just don't get what's the big deal about her," Maya scoffed, resting her cheek in her palm as she thoughtlessly flipped through her biology textbook.

Talia nodded, glancing up from her notes with an excitement that screamed nothing to do.

"No, seriously," she agreed. "Like we get it... you can grow shit. Big deal."

That piqued Logan's interest.

With Jean and Scott off on a date, the professor away, and you and Ororo teaching a joint class, he was slapped with library duty—watching the kids during their scheduled study period.

Now, originally, he planned on simply plopping himself down in a corner and puffing his cigar, hoping to fall asleep and just ride out his sentence.

And he was halfway there, too.

But just as he was about to catch some Zs, his hearing picked up on a conversation between two older girls who seemed to be trash talking his girlfriend.

"Word," Maya turned the next page, a grimace settling on her face when she noticed the image of a flower.

One you were very vocal about liking.

"She won't shut up about these stupid lotus flowers either... Hey! Did you guys know that the lotus is considered sacred in many Eastern cultures? And it often symbolizes purity, beauty, and rebirth!"

Talia let out an obnoxious snicker, the impression not nearly as funny as what she was making it to be.

But maybe she just hated you that much...

"You sound just like her," she commended, very much amused. "Only she's always smiling. Like I've never seen her frown before... it's almost creepy."

"Seriously creepy. But Peter can't get enough of it... you know he has a crush on her, right?"

"Seriously?!"

Logan let out a quiet chuckle, tickled by the news.

He'd caught the boy staring at you during a few Danger Room sessions, but didn't think much of it, assuming he'd just caught him while he happened to be looking in your direction.

Oh, how wrong he was...

He couldn't wait to tell you later tonight.

"Mhmm. Half the boys at school nearly fall over themselves to make sure they're not late to her class... It's almost funny."

"Funny, my ass. Why'd it have to be Peter?" Talia huffed, tossing her pencil at the textbook in frustration. "She's not even that pretty. I've had dogs that look better than her."

Maya attempted to muffle a snicker, but Logan heard it loud and clear, his brows furrowing at the horrible comment.

"I'm serious. She puts up this whole nice and innocent act, but I bet she's a raging bitch behind closed doors."

That was it.

All the stuff before was just normal, teenage jealousy; something he'd—albeit reluctantly—let slide.

But calling you out of your name?

Insulting your character?

Comparing you to a dog?

A line had to be drawn.

"Tali, you can't say that," Maya chuckled, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

"Like I care," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd tell it to her face if I ever got the chance. Just walk right up to her and say—"

"Say what?"

The girls nearly jumped out their skin, whipping around, only to be met by Logan's arched brow, the man leaning up against a bookshelf as he puffed on his cigar.

They were at a loss for words, unable to say anything under his imposing presence.

"Don't get shy now," he goaded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go on. Tell me what you're gonna say to Dr. (l/n)."

The two were practically frozen, frantically glancing at each other for assistance, Logan's eyes flicking between the two expectantly.

"Nothing?" he hummed. "That's funny... 'cause you both seemed to have plenty of shit to say earlier."

Both their faces fell almost instantly, the color practically draining from Talia.

"You heard that?" Maya squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every word," Logan nodded. "And what I managed to gather from it was that you both just can't stand her because she's kind, passionate, pretty, and beloved."

He listed each trait off on his fingers, glancing at the two for confirmation.

"How's that? Am I in the ballpark?"

They remained silent, hanging their heads in embarrassment as Logan's confrontation had garnered the attention of the whole library.

"Well, then, how's this..." he pulled the cigar out his mouth. "I'll let you both off this time with a warning... but if I catch either of you trash talkin' anybody again, teacher or student, you're grounded."

"'Til when?" Talia asked, nervously.

"'Til I tell you you're not."

The end of day bell punctuated his statement, a flourish of shutting books and closing pencil cases muffling the girls' sighs of relief.

"Now get outta here."

He had never seen two students pack up so fast.

They were gone in T-minus ten, and once the library was cleared out, Logan allowed himself to sit down, letting out his own sigh.

He could've tore into them infinitely worse—and he honestly wanted to for that dog comment—but he figured that was the right, and legal, amount for a teacher.

But even still...

'I dunno how a girl who can only float two inches off the ground is talkin' about (n/n) havin' a shitty power...'

[txrully]

MOVIE NIGHT!

summary: so ego decides to be a christmas miracle himself and gives everyone a night off (unheard of, ik). the boys manage to scrape together a projector, a massive pile of snacks, and enough blankets to turn the place into a blanket fort kingdom.

but surprise surprise… the bllk boys end up sitting next to their crush. 🫣

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, hiori yo, shidou ryusei

a/n: hmm blanket fort kingdom hcs when..? :3

isagi yoichi

this boy is so nervous. like, he’s sitting stiff as a board, trying not to even breathe too loud.

accidentally knocks over the popcorn in the first five minutes and apologizes like a thousand times. 🫠

“no, really, it’s fine! it’s not like i was gonna eat it all… probably.”

sneaks a glance at you every time the screen lights up your face but immediately panics when you catch him.

his hand brushes yours when reaching for snacks and he freezes. you giggle, and he’s pretty sure that’s the sound of him falling harder.

bachira meguru

insists on sitting next to you, throws his blanket over both of you like it’s no big deal. 😌

spends half the movie whispering horrible jokes in your ear to make you laugh.

“what’s a snowman’s favorite snack? ice crisps!”

when you actually laugh, he looks so proud of himself. 🥹

by the end, you’re sharing a pillow because he “accidentally” leaned too close, and he’s trying to convince you to join him in building a blanket fort after.

rin itoshi

immediately sits down like it’s no big deal, but inside? pure panic.

keeps his arms crossed to avoid contact at all costs.

pretends to be completely focused on the movie but flinches every time you shift even slightly.

“stop moving.”

“i’m literally just breathing. 🤦‍♀️”

at one point, you lean closer to comment on the movie, and his brain blue-screens. he responds with some dry remark, but his ears are definitely red.

nagi seishiro

lets you sit next to him because he honestly doesn’t care where he is… until you’re actually there.

spends most of the movie too relaxed, slouching into his blanket, but his eyes keep darting toward you 👀.

when you laugh at something, he suddenly perks up and starts actually paying attention to the movie.

offers you snacks like, “want some? too much effort to finish it myself.”

lowkey hopes the movie never ends because you’re close enough for him to feel your warmth.

reo mikage

made sure your spot was next to his on purpose, 100%.

pulls out a whole charcuterie board like it’s just a casual snack 🤷‍♀️.

offers to share, and when you hesitate, he goes, “what, you think i’m gonna poison you or something?” with a smirk.

leans over to point out random details in the movie, his shoulder brushing yours every time.

when you shiver, he throws his fancy, designer blanket over you without even thinking 🥺.

chigiri hyoma

politely lets you take the better seat while he sits right next to you with the softest blanket known to man.

when you mention you’re cold, he just casually drapes it over both of you like a pro.

the two of you end up whispering commentary about the movie, and he laughs softly at your jokes.

if you fall asleep during the movie, he’ll adjust the blanket and make sure you’re comfortable.

definitely sneaks a photo of you asleep and saves it for himself (totally not to tease you later).

hiori yo

doesn’t make a big deal about it, but you can tell he’s happy you’re sitting next to him.

quietly offers you some snacks, trying not to disturb anyone (but he’s also just shy ; me core fr.. ).

makes cute little comments about the movie in his soft voice that make you smile.

if there’s a jump scare, his hand accidentally brushes yours, and he gets so flustered.

“sorry! didn’t mean to—uh, you’re not scared, right?”

shidou ryusei

flops down next to you and throws his arm over the back of your seat like it’s no big deal.

constantly trying to make you laugh with dumb commentary (and somelike times it works).

halfway through the movie, he starts jokingly stealing your snacks just to get your attention.

“if you don’t stop, i’m gonna bite your hand.”

“oh? i’d like to see you try, princess.”

he’s obnoxious, but when you laugh, he actually softens a bit and keeps sneaking glances your way.

i have so many drafts but im lazy to publish.. ToT

© txrully :: 2024

do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize my works in any way.

[ippi2un]

♥︎—L&DS REACTION TO YOU BAKING SOMETHING FOR THEM

But it turns out tasting horrible.

pairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you

note: i loved making this esp rafayels and xaviers 😍 but mf why did u mess up their treats....😒😒😒😒 (btw yes ik u didnt bake smth for Xavier but idc u made it either way) ... AND TUMBLR RANDOMLY DECIDED TO POST THIS???? EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT FINISH??? SORRY IF ITS BAD

After a long, sweltering day, you and Xavier decide to chill out at your home. It was afternoon and very hot, so you decided, why not make a little treat for you and Xavier?

As Xavier peacefully dozed off on your couch in the living room, you started to whip up a masterpiece: Banana Icecream. As you were beginning to make the masterpiece, you get a phonecall from a scam caller. They kept calling and calling, and it was annoying so you picked up the phone, deciding to give them a taste of true annoyance.

"Hello?" You say, your irritation barely concealed.

"Yes, hi! You just won a brand new super flying car!" The other person on the line said, their voice too enthusiastic.

You roll your eyes, playing along.

"Oh my! Really? That's so amazing, how can I claim it?" You say, grabbing a bowl and setting it on the counter.

"Just provide us with your credit card information."

"Hm? Why would I need to give you that..." You say, feigning innocence.

"Just for verification and stuff."

Suppressing a laugh, you reply, "Okay! My credit card number is..." and you began to give random numbers as you made the icecream. You put in milk, and heavy cream was supposed to be next. But in your distracted state, you added sour cream instead. Alot.

"Um, excuse me, the credit card you are listing is too long. You put too much numbers. Are you...sure about that?" The person on the line said, sounding confused.

"Oh my bad... I have alzeheimers or something." You say, holding in your laugh as you added 3 bananas to the mix and mushed them in with the sugar, vanilla extract, milk, and sour cream.

The person ended up hanging up. You laughed out loud, putting your phone aside before sighing and staring at your icecream mix. It looked wonderful to you.

You put it in the freezer, and after about 3 hours you retrieve it with great excitement. You eagerly place a few scoops into a nice bowl, before sprinting to Xavier, excited for him to try your "masterpiece."

You crouch down near the sleeping Xavier, before poking his cheek slightly.

"Xavier...Xavier. Wake up. I made banana icecream." You whisper.

After a few tries Xavier arised, sitting up slowly while rubbing his eyes.

"It looks really nice...thank you." He said, grabbing the bowl and spoon.

He scooped out a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The first taste was sweet, just as he'd expected with banana ice cream. But as it melted on his tongue, the sourness crept in, catching him off guard. His eyes widened slightly, and your smile grew more. He swallowed and took another bite, trying to figure out the peculiar flavor profile. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Hmm," Xavier said thoughtfully, his sleepy brain trying to process the unexpected twist. "It's nice."

He thought it was a new trend or recipe for banana icecream, so he shrugged it off, thinking that it was actually supposed to taste good, and that his tastebuds are just weird.

"Good!" You reply happily, getting ready to taste the icecream as well.

Xavier nodded, taking another spoonful. "I like how tangy it tastes. Its a new combination for banana-"

"TANGY?!" You yelled in disbelief, dropping your spoon.

Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you realized your mistake.

Xavier, unminding, took another spoonful, his eyebrows furrowed. "Isnt it how its supposed to be?"

"NO?!" You sighed. "Wait, what if the milk went bad?" You say with panic.

"No, expired milk does not taste like this." Xavier said calmly.

"Xavier how do you know that."

Xavier ignored your question. "This icecream honestly tastes like sour cream."

You frown. Sour cream?

And then you realize. You did indeed put sour cream. You cursed yourself, regretting that you picked up that stupid scam call for fun, which got you distracted.

"I'm really sorry Xavier, I got distracted because I was fooling around with a scam caller that wouldn't stop calling me." You sigh, grabbing the bowl from his hand.

"No." He took the bowl back. "It isn't that bad, I can still eat it. Thank you." He smiled softly, before absolutely devouring the banana icecream.

You gaze at the time, and its one hour before Zayne arrives from his shift. You certainly miss him, and to wait just an hour more was something you didn't want to believe. How else would you pass your time?

You abruptly stood up. You decided to make a treat for Zayne, because he's hardworking and you love him dearly. You rushed to the kitchen, excited with your idea: triple layered chocolate cake with raspberry filling and a silky vanilla lemon buttercream frosting.

The next hour was filled with several ingredients scattered around, with utensils meticulously beating into the bowls. A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, you were so into it. You measured with the utmost precision—because who wouldn't? This is a treat for the most hardworking cardiac surgeon ever.

You poured the chocolate cake batter into 3 smallish round cake pans, mesmerized by the elegance of the batter falling smoothly into the pan. After, you opened the preheated oven, met by a gust of hot air. You set the cakes in, before closing the oven with a contented sigh.

Time for the raspberry compote. You threw raspberries into the pan, adding some sugar and a little of lemon juice, mixing it. You finished, tasting its rich flavor.

Now is time for the vanilla frosting. Grabbing the butter, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and vanilla, you were excited to make what you thought was the most important part for the cake. As you were done mixing the butter and powdered sugar and vanilla, it was time to squeeze half a lemon.

But Tara had to call you just this moment. You groaned, but answered either way, and started chattering away. You were so immersed in the call that you did not add one, not two, but three whole lemon juices into the frosting, forgettng the delicate balance between sweet and tart.

And when you started mixing it, you questioned yourself on why the frosting was more on the liquidy side—and you didn't get the answer because you were still on that damn call with Tara.

The timer dinged and you almost jumped onto the oven in excitement. You sprinted to the oven, taking out the decadent, rich smelling chocolate cakes. You put all 3 layers next to eachother, before lining the circumference of the cake with the vanilla lemon frosting as a barrier for the raspberry compote. You did this for all three layers, assembled them, then applied the rest of the frosting to the outside of the cake.

You had to step back and appreciate how absolutely majestic the cake looked. Wonderful.

Just in time, Zayne arrived, closing the door behind him softly. You rushed to him, giving him a big hug, to which he returned with equal love.

"Hm? Whats this delightful smell?" Zayne's soothing voice said, his eyes staring towards the kitchen.

"I decided to make a little something for you. Come." You smile, taking his hand and presenting him the almighty cake you made him.

He smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "You didn't have to, love," he said, heading to the kitchen. You followed him as he sliced a piece of the cake. The vibrant raspberry filling was slightly oozing out, which made Zayne's mouth water. The room was silent as he grabbed a fork and took the first bite. The reaction was slow, but you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his face. He didnt say anything.

You panicked. "Is there something wrong?"

He stared at you, taking another bite slowly. "Its...different."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Different how?"

Zayne chewed thoughtfully, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. "The filling," he said finally, "It's...very lemony."

You blinked slowly, trying to figure out why it was that way. "But I only put half a lemon..." You said, trying to remember what the hell went wrong.

You peered into the trashcan to confirm that you only used half a lemon—but you were shocked to see 4 entire lemons in the trash.

"Oh my-" you facepalm yourself. "I used four. Im pretty sure I got distracted while Tara was calling me."

Zayne had a warm smile on his face. "Well, atleast the sourness woke me up."

You sighed, smiling back. "Im really sorry, ill make it right next time."

Zayne nodded, setting the fork aside. "How about we make another one now?" Zayne was really craving it, and wanted to help you do it again.

You smile widely. "Really?! Okay! Lets do it."

And so you both join eachother in the kitchen, whipping up the masterpiece cake, and this time, you added the right amount of lemon juice.

Rafayel was painting over at your home, and he has been working hard ever since the morning. You decided to create a delicacy for him, because why not? You decided that a blueberry cheesecake will do, but you didn't know the cream cheese at the store you bought would be...expired.

Your kitchen was busy, with you dashing around, carefully combining the ingredients together along with the evil cream cheese. The aroma of blueberries filled the air as you cooked it in a pan with some sugar and lemon juice to turn it into a blueberry compote. You mixed in half of the compote into the cream cheese mix, reserving the other half for after you bake it for you to spread it out on top. You finally add some vanilla extract into the cream cheese mix which you almost forgot. But that didnt matter. Because it would still taste bad. But you wouldn't know that...yet.

As you waited for the cheesecake to finish, you decided to clean up the counter a bit.

As soon as the alarm went off, you dashed to the oven to get the cheesecake out. You wait for it to cool down before spreading the rest of the blueberry compote all on top of the cheesecake. There was some compote left, so you just set it to the side.

You heard footsteps coming, and you turned around to see Rafayel, his hands blemished with colorful paint.

"Ooh, what's this delightful aroma?" He said, standing next to you and staring down at the innocent looking cheesecake.

"Blueberry cheesecake! I made it just for you~"

"Oh my, thank you for this~ I'll finish this in seconds." He said, eagerly grabbing a spoon.

"Wait! Let me slice it first, you impatient fish." You said, rolling your eyes before cutting a slice and setting it on the plate.

You handed it to Rafayel, who took a bite with dramatic flair.

The first taste sent a symphony of flavors across his palate. As he swallowed, his expression shifted from one of delight to a grimace of horror. The cream cheese betrayal left him surprised.

"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh." Rafayel set the spoon down, his eyes wide.

Your smile froze. "What's wrong?"

He ran away to the bag of sugar set aside on the kitchen counter, pouring some in his mouth to get rid of the pungent taste. It didnt work. He frantically ran to the vanilla extract, and took a good swig before coughing.

"Help...me..." He coughed out.

You watched in shock as Rafayel stumbled back to the counter, his eyes watering. You took a tentative bite yourself, and your face mirrored his. The cheesecake was absolutely TERRIBLE.

"What the hell..? Why is this bad?" You say with shock and confusion, upset with how things went.

"Please...I think the cream cheese is expired...oh..." He said his expression still grimaced yet he chuckled a little.

Your eyes widened. "Expired?"

They both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter that filled the room The sound was infectious, and soon you were both leaning against the kitchen counter, holding your stomachs and gasping for breath.

"Well, I suppose it's...an acquired taste," Rafayel managed to say between giggles, wiping a tear from his eye.

You nodded, trying to regain your composure. "I'll just throw it out and start again or something."

"No, no," he protested, still smiling. "We can't let a little sourness ruin the moment. Besides, I've had worse."

He took another bite. He chewed and swallowed with exaggerated effort, patting his chest as if to keep the food down. "See? It's not that bad."

He said that right before he ran to the trashcan, spitting it out. You shake your head as he once again frantically scrambles to take another swig of the strong vanilla extract.

"Oh my stomach...."

"You barely even digested anything yet. You only swallowed one bite."

"Oh..oh my...ohhh....ahhh.."

"Well, i have some blueberry compote left." You took the pan which has a little amount left. "This will be good atleast. Open your mouth~"

He opened his mouth as you spooned in a generous amount.

The taste was heavenly. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and let out a contented sigh.

"I feel like a new person. Oh, I dont feel sick anymore. I feel good."

You giggled, watching Rafayel's theatrics with affection. "I'm so sorry about the cheesecake," you said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rafayel waved it off, his grin never fading. "Don't be. It's not every day someone tries to kill me with dessert."

The room filled with more laughter, the tension from the failed cheesecake dissipating quickly.

At Sylus's wonderful home, you had the entire grand kitchen to yourself. You wanted to create something delightful for Sylus, something decadent yet simple to make. You once made eclairs for Sylus, but it turns out you mixed up sugar with salt, which left you a little embarassed and disappointed. You settled on a chocolate soufflé because it was simple, yet rich and filling.

The aroma of cocoa powder filled the kitchen, measuring each ingredient precisely and whispering sweet nothings to the eggs and flour. This was so easy to make, and so hard to mess up.

Or so you thought. Because you made the most simple mistake of replacing sugar with salt. Again. The bag of sugar was next to the bag of salt, therefore, you just ruined the chocolate soufflé. Yet you continued to mix in the ingredients, unknowing of the certain imposter in the batter.

You put it in the oven gently, before closing the oven door. You sigh, leaning against the countertop, taking a well deserved break. You smile to yourself, imagining how pleased Sylus would be with the soufflé you've made him.

You take it out after its desired baking time. It looks astonishing, smells fragrant. Even Sylus got out of his room, taking a break from his little work things, but it was really just because of the rich smell of chocolate.

"I smell alot of chocolate," He says, smiling. "Seems like you're having much fun in my kitchen." He walked over, staring at the chocolate soufflé.

"This is for you, Sylus." You smile, handing him the warm chocolate soufflé, which looked absolutely scrumptious in that small ramekin.

"What's the occasion?" He smirked, taking it from your hand, grabbing a spoon.

"No occasion," you playfully winked. "Just felt like making a little something for the most charming rogue in the world."

He chuckled, getting a spoonful.

"This, is a chocolate soufflé to remember." You said with pride.

The words hung in the air as Sylus took a tentative bite, his eyes never leaving yours. The taste hit him like a sledgehammer, not the sweet symphony of flavors he had been expecting, but an assault of saltiness. He swallowed slowly. It brought him memories from the last time you made the atrocious eclairs for him.

"Indeed, it is a chocolate souffle to remember." He smirked, setting the spoon down. "Tell me, are you trying to get in my daily dose of sodium?"

You looked at him quizzically, your smile not wavering. "What do you mean?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a tad...salty. Did you mix up the sugar with salt...again?"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you slapped your hand to your forehead. "Oh no, not again!"

He broke up into laughter, setting the soufflé aside before pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't worry, sweetie, this just serves as a reminder that nothing is as sweet as you."

[worstgenerationloser]

Need some fluffy tooth rotting luffy headcanons for Luffy please 🙏 🙏🙏

Fluffy-ish Luffy Headcanons! (x Reader? im superrr tired...)

look at this guy and tell me you dont love him..... (luffy haters DNI!!!)

Luffy is a handful in more ways than one, considering the fact that he has almost no concept of personal space, he can and will be slingshotting himself towards you at record speeds for a hug.

•❀━━•°•°❃°•°•━━━•❃°•°❀

You raise a brow, hearing what you think is the sound of an object shooting through the air, but the question was, what was it? Your eyes dart around the deck, failing to notice a familiar figure on the crows nest descending rapidly.

"Y/N!!"

Oh no.

"Wh- LUFFY?!" You screeched so loud you accidentally caught the attention of an enemy ship.

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Chopper was very worried when you seemed to magically appear infront of him with your captain wrapped around you like a snake, and a large knot forming on your forehead from where he collided with you.

Luffy is horrible at lying. You happened to stumble upon this little bit of information by closely observing the way he pursed his lips to the side whenever Sanji asked him where all the food went, resulting in Luffy having one too many knots on his head. Consequently, when he has small things planned for you, he just can't seem to keep his mouth shut, although he seldom tries to shut his trap, he tries for you.

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"Luffy? Why can't I go into my quarters?" You questioned, wrapped up in his arms yet again.

"Because... Theres.... A.... Big.... Snake!" Luffy began to sweat profusely, earning a eyebrow raise from you. Was he busted? He hoped not!

"...Really?"

"Uh-Huh! That's right, Y/N! And I definitely didn't ask Sanji to cook you your favorite dish! Also, I guarantee that—" His face goes pale as he clamps his hands over his mouth, eyes widening at the realization he blabbed a little too much, but you just smiled at him.

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Although Luffy can hardly stay still most of the time, his insatiable lust for adventure never stops him from mellowing out from time to time when it's just you two. He actually enjoys naps and sleeping alot more if you're there with him, resting his head on your chest, stomach, lap, your shoulder, all over you basically. He snores alot and he always has a little snot bubble coming up... He's so adorable.

Luffy is unapologetically himself, no matter who tries to put him down, he will always get back up. That being said, he often does get a little anxious when things get unpredictable, but his fears can be quelled the second you pop up, like clockwork.

The second you dock on a new island, he will always grab your hand and drag you off with him, no matter how eerie the island seems, he happily trots away with you, leaving the reasonable crew in the dust.

•❀━━•°•°❃°•°•━━━•❃°•°❀

You had zero clue where you had just docked, but there was no port, and zero signs of life. You peered into the dense jungle in the distance, spotting what seemed to be a giant swarm of beetles flying in the distance. Suddenly, with an arm around you, your captain appeared, eyes shimmering in awe at the sheer amount of beetles. If theres one thing you knew about him— He loved beetles.

"Y/N! Let's go catch beetles!"

Without another word, you were shot into the air while Luffy kept his arm coiled around your middle section, unfortunately flying into the swarm of beetles who just so happened to be some odd species that made Luffy break out in hives. Luffy was a knucklehead, but he was your knucklehead.

•❀━━•°•°❃°•°•━━━•❃°•°❀

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! i think i might actually rewrite this since its like 1am for me, and my brainis all jumbled, sorry, ik its sorta ass....

[whoiseduardito]

Heeey so I've come to the sad realization that marvel has yet again made me simp over a character that is NEVER written for so, I was wondering if you would be willing to do a fluffy magneto fic.

Maybe where you are a new teacher a the school and had never me Erik and end up with a crush and he ends up finding out somehow. Idk sorry ik that was a long one.

I need something fluffy after these past episodes and Smut is fine with me but I'm not sure if your comfortable writing smut if not no big.

HEY! GET OUT OF MY WAY!

pairing: erik lehnsherrr (magneto) x reader warn: i love this type of fluff!!!!!!! a/n: my first req!! not proof read!!! horrible writing, rushed, you can tell i loved the sound of music trope.

so maybe you have a type.

older guys who have the humor of a rock.

...maybe just the older xenotype- but that's not important, totally not. the issue is that, you're crushin'. you're crushin' hard.

maybe it is the face, maybe it is the hair, but something about erik lehnsherr pulls you in, like a magnet, ironically.

you were the new teacher at the 'xavier's school for gifted youngsters, it was a pleasant experience, the students were nice (until their mutations were triggered, but that's not their fault), the ambient was too, and the pay? you could pay your rent, and more!

for you, the 'no crushing on coworkers' was bullshit, a harmless crush can't do that bad, as long as it's harmless.

so you continued with your lecture, 'history of mutation', very cool, you had even made a presentation, and then a kahoot, pretty cool right?

"so, the history of mutations can date back to many years, such as the sixth century-"

the door opened, all of the heads turned, and the person stepped in, you turned away from the board you were writing, your eyes searching for the person.

it was your fucking crush, it was fucking magneto.

your face drained of all color, and his electric freezing blue eyes stared back.

"uhh-"

"-..this is a senior class, correct?" he walked around the class, his eyes cutting contact from your's

"...y-yeah totally" he stopped near a decoration with 'mini prom!" painted on it with photos of the students as younger kids.

"then why are decorations everywhere?" he stared at it "this is not kindergarden."

damn. "well?"

"i-i thought it would be good to make this a nice atmosphere for the students."

"the world is not an nice atmosphere for mutants, is it?"

the class was dead silent, no one dared to breathe, even lightly.

"i want this off the wall before the end of the day." he made his way out.

"why?" you whispered

he stopped "because i said so, miss l/n. now rip it off"

oh, your mood had soured

"i'm sorry magneto, sir, but the decorations stay." you said those words with all of the backbone you have

"i'm the headmaster. it goes off."

"i'm the homeroom teacher, it stays."

you were a teeny tiny scared but for your students you'd fight him without your mutation. he glared, his piercing glare stayed on you

"i'm sorry mister magneto but in here, i give the best ambient for my students."

his stare became harder, and then he blinked, sighing and walking away "...i'd like to see you in my office, right now."

you gulped loudly, you're pretty sure he heard.

he began walking away, a beat passed until you realised he wanted you to follow him, you began walking alongside him.

the way there was silent, but your head was running, this is it, this is what you get for standing up for your students, shit.

he opened the door, and let you in, murmured a 'take a seat'

"...i am not fond of people disobeying my commands."

"i am aware, mister magneto."

"just call me sir, mister magneto is ticking me off"

"sorry, sir" you quickly said, most of the backbone you had you used it on standing up to him, and now you were getting fired.

"just answer me this." you nodded, you complied "you are aware that in this school you're just needed to teach them, and just make sure they understand how the world works, not pamper them, not make them decorations."

"but-"

"are you aware?"

"yes, but-"

"then why are you pampering them?"

ouch

"i'm going to move you, transfer you if you will"

"what?"

"roulette, the mutation to be able to randomize whatever power you have seen either physically or by any media."

you're screwed

"your mutation, am i right?"

"sir-"

"you're going to work with me to make them control their mutation."

"...what?"

"you and me, are going to train them."

"uhm.... who?"

he sighed loudly, he surely had a small fuse "your students."

great! teaching with magneto.

"...you sure sir?"

"i am sure."

breaking the news to your students was easy, making them behave so you don't look like a doof, was hard.

many classes had passed with mag- mister lehnsherr (he had told you to stop calling him 'magneto'), each day was hard but sometimes you picked at his stony personality, hoping that he would notice, sometimes you swear you saw him crack a small grin when you made a joke or had integration activities for your class, and your tiny crush had maybe turned into a bigger crush.

"teach'?"

"hm?" the voice of one of your students pulled you out of your meditation spot "what is it?"

"are you okay? you've been in this spot for the whole break."

"oh here? this is a great spot to think." it was a tree behind the mansion, in a secluded corner.

"mister magento is looking for you." they sat next to you beneath the tree

"why?" they shrugged

"maybe's cause he likes you" your head snapped to their direction

"...don't be silly" you tried to look away "he doesn't"

"really? 'cause i always hear his heart beating faster, when you do something or appear." their mutation was enhanced hearing, you blushed

"oh, stop lying." you snorted

"he does!" they jabbed you with their fingers to tease you "and you like him back!"

"shut up!" you laughed

"you do! you do!" they chuckled, suddenly they remained quiet and a smirk slowly was painted in their face "i'll leave you both alone" they walked away

"wha?-"

"miss l/n?"

oh shit.

"do you like me?" you turned your head slowly to face him.

"mister lehnsherr!-"

"please, call me erik." he chuckled, maybe the first time you saw his face in a smirk that isn't evil. "and how about a coffee to discuss about your teaching methods?"

[dolliels]

I’VE BECOME THE FIANCÉ OF THE VILLAIN?! pt 2

synopsis: going to bed after reading a horribly self indulgent romance novel, you seemed to wake up as an extra of the series. what stories will unfold while on a mission to find a way out?

author’s note: ik i said there would be more romance but i lied i got carried away and wrote too much and so i divided the sections as equally as i could make it without making it end too clumsily.

[one] [two] [three] [four] [epilogue]

it's been about two days since you housed leona from his injury. damn, he slept like a log.

you had been sleeping on the couch ever since you decided to carry this absolute wall of a man into your bed, so you spent most days lounging around.

the first night leona came into your store, you frowned. you've read in the novel that leona is an unstoppable, powerful and consuming being. there was no reason for him to be so gosh darn injured.

then you thought back to when roselia and leona first started falling in love. You had to constantly remind yourself that this novel was not realistic at all and terribly self indulgent. of course there was some stupid reason as to why leona would end up like this.

you already had the gist of the idea.

the thing is, the kingscholar family's royal ties weren't exactly held up by blood alone. there was some string magic that bounded the current king to be worthy of leading the kingdom.

leona stubbornly believed that the magic was false, thinking that his brother had no true leadership at all, just charming and handsome (just how charming is king falena anyway? you almost shed tears looking at just leona. how much would you evaporate if you saw the king?)

so, he took a trip to an ancient cavern where a dragon guarded a book containing some of the most powerful answers in the world, including the truth to all magic. leona really wanted to see if his brother's claim to the throne was true at all, wanting to use it as a way to get one step closer to the throne.

(the dragon was in fact, prince malleus of the briar valley kingdom. he was roselia's second love interest. but only because roselia went to find the book for herself, encountering him along the way. you, however, had no interest in meeting the briar prince. roselia eventually convinced malleus to let her take a peek at a book and spoiler alert: nothing about reality transmigration was there. that was how roselia decided that she would just live in this world forever.)

however, something was extremely odd.

the dragon, far more powerful than leona, beat him almost to a pulp (embarrassingly, haha!) and leona scurried away and snuck into the castle once more, into the arms of roselia, where she sat and took care of him (she couldn't try to get the maids to do it– she didn't have the heart to tell anyone of leona's plans. the transmigrated roselia in the novel still viewed leona as an OC after all, and had an attachment to him, no matter how insignificant the story was to her.)

so the question is: why the hell are you the one taking care of him? where is the hell is roselia??

you placed a cold towel over his forehead (he had a really high fever– probably a cold from walking in the rain. he got sick in the novel too.) you sighed. you also wondered what motivated leona to walk into your bookstore instead of anywhere else. he's seen you only once.

up until the evening, leona was sound asleep, soft snoring being heard in the background as you kept track of all the books you've sold so far on a piece of paper. owning a bookstore is little more complicated than you thought.

your eyes shot up when you heard a distant grumble. leona was waking up.

you instinctively brought leona to your home instead of calling for authorities, so you never really thought about what would happen when leona was conscious again. your mind started overflowing with consequences. you didn't know the law system in this world very well, and only skimmed through some books you've had about it.

"w… what…?"

leona touched his own forehead, feeling the soft cold towel cover his head. he took it off and slowly sat up, finally noticing your presence.

"where am i?"

instead of scared or surprised, leona just looked confused and really frustrated. the overthinking getting to you, you prompted to answer straight away.

"you're in my room. uhm. you've been asleep for nearly three days."

"what…?"

he scanned your bedroom, then at you.

"oh. you're the bookseller."

-

having leona kingscholar in your living room wasn't something you had on your bucket list today, but you didn't seem to mind.

leona adjusted quickly. although he didn't thank you for your efforts, or try to explain himself of who he is and how he ended up here, it was better than going on a rampage and punishing you via death. you knew that if things pissed him off, leona would make sure it goes bad for the other party from simply the flick of his hand. this meant you weren't such a bad host.

his entire left arm was wrapped up in bandages, still soaked from some of the dried up blood (you were intending to change but now that he's awake, you're not sure if you should)

he sat at your round dining table. you placed a hot english muffin stuffed with bacon and cheese (it was the only warm food you were able to make. coming into this world, you oddly developed an obsession with english muffins…)

without a word, or any thank yous, leona snatched it from the plate and ate it with no complaints. I mean, as long the food isn't that bad, right?

being a bookstore owner, you had stacks of books lying around the house, including the dining table. leona was silently flipping through one of them. wuthering heights, it read. he kept frowning as he skimmed over the pages. it looked like he'd read it a hundred times before already.

you slowly sat yourself across the table, fiddling your hands together as you watched leona eat and read, unbothered.

"uhm… your highness?"

there was no reply, but his ears flicked and he subtly lowered his book down. his eyes weren't gliding across the pages anymore.

"how long… how long are you planning to stay here?"

"does that matter? you work for me, so there should be no issue with housing me for an undetermined period of time"

you sighed. what a bitch. you pretended to laugh nervously.

"alright… uhm. anything else you need?"

"more of these." leona said waving the book at you.

"more emily brontë? i mean i could–"

"wuthering heights is her only novel, you dumbass, i meant more of this genre. i thought you read?"

oh he's a pretentious dick!

the next day, you ran shop like usual. leona, ungratefully so, snoozed away in your bed and ate all the meat you had left in stock. you were barely able to create a balanced meal with some left over ham you stashed away for emergencies. it seems like you have to go grocery shopping tomorrow…

leona seemed to be devouring one book after another. he was a fast reader, and seemed to be rummaging over piles and piles of books in nearly just one day. that seemed a little (very) impossible. you just shrugged and assumed he was skipping through them because he was bored.

dinner was entirely silent. you still had a lot of questions, especially with how the story isn't going as planned.

you watched leona just push away his plate and walk up to your room (again) in which you assume he's planning to snooze away again. he surprisingly sleeps a lot, it was never mentioned in the novel.

"so?"

you turn around to see leona look down at you halfway up the stairs.

"huh?"

"aren't you coming?"

"why?"

leona just glared and pointed at the bandaged arm.

"oh! right! I'll just get my medical kit–"

-

"so… uhm… you highness…" you started, as you slowly started unwrapping the bandages. the injury was pretty hard, cuts everywhere, dried blood cover nearly his entire arm, a piece of skin completely gone… it was truly a sight to look at.

leona yawned widely before replying; "what?"

"how… how did this even happen?"

he just stared off into the distance. "take a wild, wild guess."

"a fight?"

"bingo."

you sighed. well that was probably it. it didn't seem like leona wanted to explain further, and you didn't want to pry. you knew the reason anyway. it's just that the uncomfortable silence was murdering you in half.

"i'm not good at taking care of injuries… i really do think you should go back to the palace and get medical treatment. i heard the royal doctors are good!"

"pish posh." leona replied. "they're going to go on about how i need to be inside and i'm gonna be caged in the palace again for an entire week."

you shrugged. "well maybe your fiancé? I don't think my medical skills can match up to even the higher class…" there was no reason for you to say this, but you were prying in. so far, you've had absolutely no mention of roselia anywhere. you decided that it was best to get the information from the source alone.

"fiancé? i don't have a fiancé. what are you talking about?"

you felt your blood run cold.

"oh! nothing! i must've gotten the words confused… i meant friends! yeah. your friends could help, right?"

leona scoffed. "no."

as you slowly patched up leona's injury, you bit your lip. leona doesn't have a fiancé…?

that completely ruins the trajectory of the story.

you had two options: the universe where roselia transmigrated into the novel, or the universe where no one but you transmigrated, except leona still had a completely helpless fiancé that he kills eventually. the universe you were in… doesn't make sense.

does that mean you have no way of going home…?

no. you shake your head. just focus on the present and good things will come your way.

"ouch. watch it."

leona glared at you as you jabbed an injury too hard.

"i'm… uh… sorry."

he rolls his eyes and looks back at you. since you were tending to his injury, you were able to see his face even more up close. you probably would've actually shed a tear, except leona was being so unlikeable that despite his good looks rubbing in your face, you could only scowl.

"what's with that face?"

"nothing… just thinking about how a thank you for hosting you these past few days would be nice."

"what?" leona snorted.

"i-" you tightly wrapped the bandage on leona's arm. his face didn't change but you could see a jolt of movement in his ears. "have been watching over you-" another tight pull. "and feeding you-" leona winced.

"but not a single acknowledgement is there!" you huffed. "i'm sorry your highness, but even people of the noble class should know how to have some gratitude. i don't mind housing you in my place forever if i have to, just a simple thank you would've worked."

leona stared at you, wide eyed for a second, rubbing his injured arm, probably from the hot pressure against it. you do admit you've been pulling the bandages way tighter than you should've.

he then lets out a laugh.

"no one has ever spoken to me like that before! haha, you really have no comprehension of what i am capable of, are you?"

in all honesty, you did not. you did know that leona was merciless, cold and unforgiving. but the novel spent 90% of its entire story just talking about the better half of him when he fell in love, so, no, you really didn't. nor did you care. you still had a hard time viewing leona so highly, even if you had been constantly reminding yourself to call leona "your highness" (blegh…)

"I guess not…" you mumbled, looking down.

"could I at least get a thank you…?"

leona huffed. "there's nothing to be thankful for. the food is lousy, the house is small, this bed is too stiff and there's way too many books scattered all around to move around comfortably."

hah… this bitch…

you breathed in and out deeply, calming yourself. you needed to be composed, you couldn't risk getting on leona's bad side for now. you have no idea where roselia is, meaning there is no other alternative way for you to get out of this world.

your hope was diminishing the longer you were here…

"sorry." you replied quietly, standing up to leave. the idea that you couldn't possibly go home now put you in a sour mood. it seemed like leona felt the shift in vibe and went silent himself as you walked out the door.

"by the way, the food is lousy because you keep eating all the good food."

you shut the door.

-

the next morning, you ran shop as per usual. you didn't bother checking up on the prince, you assumed he was fine. and there were more urgent matters.

flipping through your collection of books on transmigration, you sighed.

there was options of weird chants and rituals you could do to go back home, but that meant you had to have done already in the first place, so that a checkpoint is saved between two worlds. you, however, passed out on your bed with your phone open to the novel on one hand and your other in a bag of chips. that's probably not how you came here… right? honestly, if desperation got to the best of you, you'd probably do it.

you felt movement behind you, as a certain someone comfortably sat himself beside you.

"oh, the store and the house are connected. didn't know that."

you rolled your eyes out of leona's sight.

leona glanced at the books you had stacked on the table. "transmigration? you want to leave this world or something?"

"if it means leaving you, then precisely." you snapped. then blinked.

"oh wait- im sorry-"

leona snorted. "yeah, yeah. whatever."

you coughed awkwardly. "people come into the store pretty often, your highness. are you sure you want to be seen? you are a recognizable prince after all. you should just go back inside." you said, trying to get him to go away so you can focus.

"nah. i don't care."

you scooted closer to you as he skimmed through your list of research. you tried to hide the paper away but he just leaned in closer, your shoulders touching.

"wow… rituals and stuff. you sure you know what reality you want to go to?"

you huffed. "no. this is just for fun."

leona shrugged. "alright."

ding

the doorbell to the bookstore rang again and you looked up.

"welcome-"

two men in armor walked up to you, squishing past these tiny book shelves.

"hello." said a tall man with white, gruffed hair.

"hi…?"

"we're the royal guards."

"yeah… i thought so."

"don't mind him" said the shorter, blonder one beside him. "it's his first day here. anywho, we're looking for prince leona." he shoved a drawing of leona to your face. "have you see him?"

you turned to your side to find that leona was gone. actually, he still there, just under the table.

"uhmmmm… errrr…"

you felt a pinch on your leg.

trying to keep your composure, you smiled. "no. I haven't. I'll contact you guys when I have, though!"

the guards nodded in understanding and left.

you finally looked down to see leona.

"what the fuck was that???"

leona shrugged. "i've been gone for days. they're probably looking for me."

"then… shouldn't you be going home?"

"no." leona leaned against the table. "i don't want to."

you heard another customer walk in.

"okay mr prince, you should go back into before someone recognizes you." you hissed, pushing him away.

leona proceeded to walk back inside your house, as you closed the door. you felt a little nervous, like you were hiding a criminal.

the drawing of leona did make you laugh a little, though. he looked dead and pissed off, really capturing what he looks like on a day-to-day basis.

TO BE CONTINUED..

a.n: 2 more chapters and a prologue to go.. 😩 anyone whose really into the story i love you and hopefully you can survive the next 3 days because i’m trying to survive too

[hyun0o]

hiii!!! hru, sweet???

ik you don't write for nmixx but can I get a request for gp lily?

a little detail::::

kinda tomboyish lily LOVES f innocent kinda girlyish reader.

remember! (don't pressure yourself, you don't have to do it + take your time + love yourself = YOUR INCREDIBLE)

love you!

- idea Bank 💡 🏦

Small Touch Up

[G!PTOMBOYISH LILY X GIRLY F!READER]

(-//=//-) = Such a sweet req☹️🫶 I'm fine with doing any female kpop idols as long as you guys want it, I'll do it🩷 This is kinda short so I'm sorry anoniie but I hope you can still enjoy🫶

(^=^)

Nervousness leaves your body as the final performance of NMIXX has finally ended, the girls resting in each of their dressing rooms as that is by far their only time of being alone and rest before calling it a night. Sure you're just one of their many make up artists but hey they still treated you like a friend. The other staff members even teases you about how they all take a liking to you, to which you can't help but get flustered at. All you want to do is be there for them and support the talented girls. Cleaning your things with a graceful manner you felt an uneasy aura towards your other fellow make up artist, with a soft voce you asked her what's wrong. She seemed to fidget a lot, pacing back and forth with her eyebrows knit together. "Y/n... can I ask you a small favor please?" Her voice seemed desperate, even if you didn't want to do, it seems like you have no choice, your heart is just too soft for that. Nodding your head with a raised eyebrow, the worried girls face lightened up and came closer to you with expecting eyes. "Can you please fill me on lilies check up on her touch up? It's just I have a really really urgent family matter and I don't think I can wait around here any longer!!" She was practically begging with her hands clapped together, you're not a horrible person nor a busy one so you gladly took the favor, it's not everyday you get to have time with Lily alone. As your co worker packed her bags and waved her goodbye to you, you went to Lily's small yet private changing room to help her out on retouching. It was a surprise, once you twisted the cold knob and opened the door, you saw... Nothing.

Lily wasn't there, this was a bit unusual since the other girls are already in their rooms yet the short haired girl isn't. You tried to search for her in the closed space but to no luck. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you hear a sudden twist of the door knob. Getting the view of the beautiful blonde, you two make eye contact, making you feel flustered and awkward since this was your first time being with her in this lonely setting. "You're here? Where's um... Miss Choi?" Her voice sounded smooth, you've always idolized her because of her amazing talents even though you two are quite the opposite duo. While she has more of tomboyish style while you were more feminine and girly. Although, you know what they say, opposites attract. "She had a family emergency so she couldn't really help you, luckily I had nothing else to do and so I'll be doing her job for today, I hope you're okay with that..." You smile awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible, but the silence didn't help ease your anxiety. As you finally look at her, she had a confused face, eyebrows raised and one end of her lip downward which you found very cute. "Why would I not be fine with you?" She slowly walks towards you, making you inhale her rich fragrance. She was so close you felt like your heart was about to leave your chest from beating so hard!

"Um... Well you know, I'm not really your usual staff who's always fixing you up aha.. " Your nervous chuckle didn't help the awkward air between you two, it was almost as if it had some sexual tension too. Her strong stare made you shift and felt small, like a tiny mouse caught by a cats fangs. With a swift motion, you turned around to avoid her. Pretending to get something on the smooth white desk for the blonde's make up. As you started to do your usual routine, you can't help but notice her small glances at you, it's not that it made you uncomfortable, but... You actually liked it, you asked yourself why you were such a pervert! While putting on some of her eye shadow that will compliment her facial harmony, her lips distracted you, as they looked plump and lovely. A sudden heat chained through your body with such unprofessional thoughts. "Y/n?, why did you stop?" Shit. You were so spaced out, you didn't even realize your frozen state." Ah, I-I'm sorry just got a little blank there" You tried to laugh it off to not be so obvious, but hey, Lily isn't an idiot you know?

As you brought you brush down, turning around and trying to clean up before the last step, which was lip gloss. Lily had this heated feeling where she can't just let you go like that after making her so god damn hard. I mean come on you were so cute and awkward, it was hard not to get turned on. With a small smile on your face while trying to think on what you can have for dinner tonight, you suddenly felt fast yet gentle arms taking you in with their body fron behind, the warmth not helping with your already messy state. You looked in the mirror, lily laying her head on your shoulder while mumbling soft words you can't hear properly. "L-lily? What's wrong do you not like your make up? I can change it if you'd li-"

"You're so oblivious sometimes, you know?" With her gentle thrust to your ass, you felt it. Her hard thick boner teasing your warm ass, God you felt your pussy clench into air while already dripping so much. You can't help but stop your small sounds from letting out. "I'm sorry if it may come to a shock for you but... I need your help hun." God if she couldn't make you more horny! The setting was so bad, anyone can walk in and find you two fucking each other IN THE DAMN DRESSING ROOM!. But come on, who can say no to her right? You look at the reflection, her eyes filled with desire and certainty. In a speedy manner, you turned around and hugged her, this is what you've always wanted to do to her for a while now. To smell her comforting scent and feel her warmth. "I'll gladly help you lily. I'll do anything for you" What came over you for confessing such a bold statement? You mentally slapped yourself. Lily paused for a moment, "How can you be so cute?, Well then, please let me ravish you till my hearts content" without wasting another moment, she captured your pillowy lips. Getting the scent of her cherry gloss that you've been wanting to try on, since it reminded you of her.

The back of your waist was gently pushing back at the table, your heart beating too fast to comprehend that Lily was now slightly parting your lips to finally get the taste she'd always craved. Both tongues longed for each other, waiting till one's lungs get tired out. Unfortunately, your's was the loser to drag you from heaven on earth. Your heaving chest rose and set, mind getting clouded with desperation, and heart pumping with excitement and nervousness. "It's just the two of us for now okay? Let's fulfill our desires at lasts" Lily gently inhaled your scent with her hands in action with unbuckling your bra. Your fantasies were coming true, or maybe all of this is just a dream. If it were, you wished it would never end. She slowly took ahold of your breast, teasingly playing and pinching at it for your sharp whimpers. "Don't get too loud now baby" The adrenaline of this scandal is one of the turn ons Lily has, the secrecy of fucking her own stylist? Honestly she wants everyone to hear how good she can make you feel but sadly, the company is a little too strict for that. You placed your hand on your mouth, trying not to moan loudly while the blonde idol sucked on your nipples while her other hand started palming your sweet core. "L-lily a-ah!" Your whole body jolted to the feeling of one finger entering you, your panties getting pushed aside as Lily kept her slow pace.

Her beautiful finger moved in a stable pace, making sure to remember every single part of you. Your back arching with how all the feeling was just too much. But god,why did you want it all? With now two fingers,she was able to hit your gummy spot, your bit your lip from moaning her name. "I found you, baby" She raised her head, eyes more lost in lust. With your heart and mind filled with her, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her again, for the first one was far way too short for your liking. You could feel her smile into the kiss, her fingers repeatedly abusing your sweet spot that no one has ever been able to reach. "mhm... Fuck Lily please" You are close to going insane, her fingers are now echoing through the whole room with your wet pussy. Honestly the sounds itself made you wanna cum on how lewd it is. You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to cum on Lilys fingers, you want to cote her with your warm juices. In desperation for your release, you started moving you hips with the same pace as her. This time you couldn't stop the loud moan, it felt like you were going to explode with ecstasy! "You're amazing Y/n... Fuck, I can just cum by just watching your angelic figure" Lily dug her face on the crooked of your neck, "I love you so fucking much..." She said with full sincerity and finally marked you on your neck as hers. Those 3 words, were the only thing you needed to release your love for her. "I love you, I love you, I love you lily!!" You screamed in pleasure as your milky substance finally creamed Lilys fingers. The blonde couldn't take it anymore, not after you screaming her name like that she can't. She wasted no time to taste you making you blush, her eyes darted at you. Another smirk formed on her gorgeous face, "So needy..." she whispered and pulled out her suffocating hard cock. You were still spinning in the best high you've had. "You don't know how much you make me go insane, fuck my cock has been wanting your tight walls for so long now." Lily said as she kept placing soft kisses on you cheeks and neck, making you feel comforted and warm. Lily was big BIG, you can see how structured her dick was with the veins popping and top just so pink from how hard she was, topped with so much pre cum. You couldn't stop yourself from stroking her, moans coming form her mouth, making you feel determined to hear more of her heavenly moans.

"Mhm... If you keep this up, I might cum from just a few strokes my love" She confessed, she's so weak under your amazing touch. You let out a small giggle, "well shall we finally get to business?" You gave her the exact same smile that made her fall in love with you. Lily pressed both of your foreheads together, closing her eyes and heaving a big sigh. "I'll do anything to pleasure you. Tell me when you're uncomfortable okay?" Lily's voice and gentle face comforted you so much, how can she be such a sweetheart. Your lips met once again before whispering "take me as yours Lily" and with that, she positioned her tip on to your wet pussy, before slowly thrusting and filling every single crevice that yearned for her. Your whines were hard to control when you felt her veins practically pulsating!! "Oh my god baby I- fuck!" You wrapped your hands around her neck for stability and hid on her neck. Feeling her adjust her cock made you feel so damn weak. "Holy shit... You feel so fucking good my love, may I?" She kissed your forehead making you giggle at her affection, "it would be cruel of me to deny your release baby" And with that, Lily desperately started thrusting with her full and hard length hitting the spot she just abused a few moments ago.

And you thought her fingers were amazing, then what's her cock? Perfect? because oh my god it really did fill you up to the brim! You were literally a moaning mess with just a moments of her thrusting hard and deep, while her rhythm kept going faster and faster. "A-ahnn... Lilysh o good Ah!" It's hard to talk when the love of your life is pounding you mercilessly while kissing you and sucking your delectable tongue. You were sure that everyone can hear the two of you fucking hard, even the vanity was making a sound at this point, but the two of you just wanted one thing. Each other. "You're so fucking tight princess, ugh Fuck!" You could feel Lily's grip on your hand tightened, she was so close. "Ma-make me yoursh baby" That made her a little to excited, and with a few last hard and sloppy thrusts, she pulled out; completely cumming on your perfect cardigan. It was your favorite to wear since it goes well with anything, but now it's your favorite with a different reason. The room was filled with the scent of sex, but you two couldn't get the grasp of reality yet. Lily rested her head on you shoulder and went up for your sweet kisses. Fuck you two were in trouble, but in all honesty. It was so fucking worth it.

"I love you lily..."

"I love you so much more my Y/n, thank you"

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Honestly I'm so sorry anon :((,i hope you still see this cuz this was way back. I'm still so touched by your req. Also I've been thinking to change white bunny,since I wrote some of it's first chapters. I want to change the plot a little and some characters. But pls take note I'm only available on weekends so progress will still be pretty slow. I love you guys❤️