#need him fr (i would pass out if he touched my shoulder)

[christianbalelover]

Me after saying i want my middle aged teacher to f me (i havent even had my first kiss and am too scared to talk to boys)

[planetdream]

DANDELION !

PAIRING ! jeong jaehyun, reader.

GENRE ! smut WORDS ! 2638

THIS POST CONTAINS ! friends with benefits. reader wearing a dress. smut [they use a condom! fingering. foot fetish—toe sucking. pussy eating. hair pulling. squirting.] I think that's all?

💌 haven’t posted nothing cuz i’m balls deep in some crazy sims 4 gameplay. but also bc i'll b fr... not really fucking with some of my writing for this month lol

There’s a knock at Jaehyun’s door. You’ve arrived earlier than he thought you would, although judging by the previous texts, he should have known. He rushes towards the door, smoothing out his white t-shirt before opening it with a slight twist of his wrist. His eyes scan you from the bottom up, lingering at the way the low cut of your summer dress accentuates your breasts. Then his eyes fall on that gorgeous face of yours, plump lips and that sensual look in your eyes. Time stops for just a few moments. 

“Hey.” Jaehyun smiles, teeth and dimples showing as he bends just slightly to hug you. He breathes in your scent, as you do his, and exhales calmly; taking in all your warmth. 

Jaehyun plants a small kiss on your cheek, and when the hug breaks, he steps aside, extending an arm to invite you into his apartment. Of course, you step forward, kicking off your shoes as you pass through the front door. It’s swift; the way that Jae closes the door and then slips his arms around you to hug you from behind. He kisses against the softness of your cheek, and then your neck. Soft, moist kisses, dragging his nose across your skin. 

“I ordered Chinese like you wanted,” He smiles into the kiss against your neck. “From that place you like.”

“Mhm, I see you cleaned up, too.” You’re rubbing your hands against his forearms. 

“Nothing but comfort and kisses for you.” 

You turn in his hold, dragging a finger down his chest and past his abdomen, hooking two fingers into the waistband of his gray sweatpants. “I hope I can get a little more than just kisses.”

“Anything you need,” His index finger holds your chin, and his lips meet yours in a sweet, simple kiss. 

He leads you to the couch, your hand in his. Jaehyun sits on the couch first, hands on your hips to bring you down next to him. 

“Now let’s see,” Jaehyun rests an arm around your shoulders to hold you closer to him, his scent overwhelming you just as much as his touch. His right hand hooks underneath your right knee, spreading you open for him. Your dress raises up farther, almost exposing you. Jaehyun drags his fingertips softly against your inner thigh. He’s moving insanely slow, giving him time to plan another kiss to your neck. “I think you wore this dress on purpose.” 

“And why is that?” You wiggle your hips, slightly lifting up to get Jaehyun’s hand where you need it the most. 

“We both know why.” He whispers directly into your ear, a kiss against it when he finishes his sentence. Before you know it, his hand is cupping your heat. Middle and ring finger practically fusing together to touch around your folds. 

“Just walking around with your wetness dripping down your thighs?” Fingers swirling around to collect wetness, one swipe upwards to lightly touch at your clit. The pads of his fingers coat your clit in the small pooling of your wetness. Jaehyun brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking your taste off of them. 

It’s not long until his fingers are back on your clit, moving those same slow circles. The feeling of his saliva coating your cunt sends shivers down your spine. You’re exhaling softly, albeit audibly; melting into the feeling of Jaehyun’s touch. 

“Or were you thinking about me on your way over? Did you touch yourself in the back seat of the car I sent for you?” 

Jaehyun leans in again, another kiss planted to the soft skin of your face. 

“Oh, as if you’d want me giving the driver a little show.” 

“I’ve seen the way you bend over, you drop one thing on the street and you’re giving the whole block a show, baby.” 

“Less talking, more touching, please.” You’re locked into each other's stare; you lean in and then he leans in. Lips pressed together, mouths slightly opening for air. Jaehyun holds your head in his hands, lips locked with yours, he chooses to be the dominant player within the kiss. 

At the same time that Jaehyun begins kissing your neck, his hand is right back against your cunt. With three, then four slow circles against your clit, his fingers dip down to tease at your entrance. A tight fit initially, two thick fingers prodding at your hole before slowly sliding in. Jaw slack, mouth hanging open in awe as you watch Jaehyun’s fingers thrust into you. He’s a bit impatient, thrusting his fingers into you faster and faster by the second; but he maintains a steady speed after a moment. 

It’s only a matter of times until your wetness is dripping down Jaehyun’s fingers. It excites him. His cock grows hard beneath his sweatpants, you can see it from your peripheral. The hand that was once caressing the side of Jaehyun’s face as he kisses against your neck, is now palming against his hard on. A firm, hard squeeze around his shaft has the man whimpering into your neck. His fingers curl into you, and soon enough he’s fitted three of them inside of you. 

Heat circles within the pit of your stomach, firing off around your body. Before you can get too warm, though, Jaehyun removes his hand away from you. Immediately after, his hand is flat against your cunt with a smack, quick and hot. Palm flat against your cunt, rubbing small circles to soothe the pain. The action makes you moan, rolling your eyes a bit at the sensation. 

“You want to head to the bedroom?” He asks you with a heavy exhale. You nod your head, a small word of agreement leaving your mouth. He leans in to kiss you, lips indulgent in yours; a gentler kiss than all those before. As Jaehyun stands, he holds out his hand for you to take, and you do; allowing Jaehyun to lead you from the front of his apartment to his bedroom. 

Walking past the frame of the bedroom door, you get a headstart in front of Jaehyun. Hands clutching the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head in one motion. Jaehyun offers you a whistle, licking his lips while you turn to give him a wink. 

You lean into the bed, turning to lay on your back. What a pretty picture, Jaehyun thinks. You’re staring up at him with long lashes, digging your fingers into the sheets in an act of self restraint. Knees bent, daring to be spread, yet you do the opposite: lifting your left leg up and pointing your toes towards his face. “Show me how much you missed me, pretty boy.”

It’s not a problem for him, really. He wears a wide smile on his face, kneeling onto your bed as he takes your foot in his hand. Jaehyun plants a small kiss to the sole of your foot; kiss after kiss until he reaches the tip of your big toe. Eyes on yours as he takes your big toe into your mouth, tongue swirling around it as he sucks and sucks. His eyes roll into the back of his head, hips moving on their own, thrusting into the air. He does it with each individual toe on your foot, planting a kiss on each after. 

The foot worship is cut short, though. Jaehyun kisses down your leg, inch after inch. A wet kiss to your knee and he has finally reached your thigh. You could cry. There’s an ache you feel for him. You want to grab him by his hair and shove his face into your pussy—but you know that there’s a lot of pleasure in patience. You know that Jae only wants to please you, to make you feel as good as he possibly can. So you let him continue on, taking his sweet time kissing against your soft skin. 

His lips trail down your thigh, one wet kiss after another, inching closer and closer to your cunt. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other, and even longer since the last time you felt one another. Wet lips meet the edge of your inner lip, completely skipping over your core to give attention to your other thigh. Jaehyun’s hands grip against your thighs, nails digging into your skin. He moans into your flesh with each kiss, eyes fluttered shut. 

“Baby…” You exhale with heavy breathing, but Jaehyun only looks at you momentarily. A flicker of warning glazing over his eyes before he gets back to playing his game of patience. 

His tongue, soaked in spit, swirls around your budding clit. He sucks the bud into his mouth, plump lips soft and tender around it. He pushes out the spit in his mouth, slobbering all over your cunt: he’s always preferred you to be soaked for him. Mouth and cheeks covered in your essence, tongue and lips attached to your cunt, Jaehyun continues to eat you out. His fingernails continue to pierce into your skin, unwilling to let you slip away from him. Your fingers work through his hair, clutching his locks and pulling at the scalp. This causes Jaehyun to moan, sounds vibrating against your clit; and if possible, he holds you even closer, shoving his face into your cunt. 

He’s skilled with his tongue, lips puckered to claim your clit into his mouth; alternating between licking and sucking. You’re both moaning without a care in the world; bodies heating up and overwhelmed with tension and lust. There’s a smack at your thigh and with a gasp, Jaehyun thrusts two thick fingers into your cunt with a scooping motion as he sucks against your clit. 

You admire the view across from you. His eyes are closed softly, long lashes resting gently against his skin—he seems at peace to be able to taste you. He does catch the long, burning gaze of your eyes on his face, and he lifts his head to stare at you; left eyebrow raising just a tad. 

“God….I’m all over your face.” It comes out as if you’re embarrassed, but truthfully, you’re far from it. If anything it’s added fuel to the fire that ensures you. 

Fingers still resting inside of you; Jaehyun’s free arm does half the work to lift himself towards you. Your cold hands come at either side of his face, holding onto him as if he were to slip away during your kiss. His lips are wet and soft against yours, and the excess wetness transfers from his face to stick and stain all over your cheeks and chin. With the slip of his tongue in your mouth, you get an extra taste of both yourself and Jaehyun. He moves his fingers in and out of you slightly, as slow and steady as possible. 

The speed of his fingers and wrists accelerates just enough to get you moaning into his mouth. Jaehyun devours your moans into his mouth, blending them with his own. From the taste of your cunt to the flavor of your spit, Jaehyun can’t get enough of you. His wet fingers slip away to grip at your thigh, spreading your legs wide as he grinds his clothed crotch against your cunt. 

When the kiss breaks, he’s lost in your eyes for just a moment. Chest heaving softly, licking his lips to recollect himself. “Need you so badly.” 

In his head, he’s whined the phrase, eyebrows furrowed as he sinks to his knees to beg you for a piece of your pussy. In reality, he bares a grin in realization of what you actually came here to do. He gives you a small kiss and bounces off the bed and onto his feet, shuffling towards his bedside table to grab a condom. He slips from his clothes, as do you, choosing not to waste any time. 

In a matter of time, the condom is wrapped around his cock, and he’s crawling over to you. Lips pressed against yours once more before he pulls back in concentration. Tapping the head of his cock against your clit once, twice; sliding his shaft against your cunt to wet himself with your juices. He slides in promptly, unwilling to waste anymore time, slowly burying his length into you. You both have done this dozens of times, you’re used to the stretch of him by now. Jaehyun leans forward to attach his lips to your neck, taking in more of your scent and taste. His hips thrust lightly, accelerating to a steady speed to coat his cock in your juices. 

His gaze remains on the vision of his cock ramming into your cunt. But every so often, Jaehyun looks up at you and gazes into your eyes a bit too sweetly; tender, and more than a contrast to the way he fucks into you. And even with his pupils blown, when you stare back into his eyes, you notice that there’s a particular bit of brightness to his eyes; a spark you never noticed until this moment. 

With a moan, there’s a tightness in your core, for reasons other than sexual. The irking reminder that you’re falling deeper and deeper within infatuation with this man. You look away from him, now uncomfortable with looking in his eyes; instead focusing on working up into your orgasm. 

“Turn over?” He’s breathless, a small smirk on his face, you’re unsure if he notices it himself. 

With anyone else it might've been a bit embarrassing with how fast you got on your hands and knees, but you’ll save cringing over your urgency for later. Jaehyun settles right behind you, a hand on your ass, cock stretching you open. He gives you a few slow, deep thrusts before he picks up the pace, hips slapping against your ass. Jaehyun’s hand reaches up to your head, fingers curling into your hair to pull harshly. Yet you know he can pull harder, so you prompt him to, nearly begging him to with a slight whine in your voice. Of course, he obeys, tugging at your hair harder and fucking into you with the same ferocity. 

His cock, thick and coated with combined cream and wetness, taps against the pillowy spot repeatedly. There’s a crack in your moans, a gasp of hunger, ready for Jaehyun to spill into you. The pit of your stomach aches as Jaehyun continues fucking into that special spot. Jae presses his chest against your back, holding you into him as he rocks his hips into yours. A wet kiss on your exposed skin, soft whispering to overstimulate; talking you through his movements. 

“Fuck,” You breathe out, biting onto your lip. You grab Jaehyun’s hand, squeezing, bringing it up to your lips to kiss at your entwined fingers. 

It doesn’t take too much longer; squirt spraying from your cunt whenever Jaehyun thrusts out, making a mess of him, yourself, and his sheets. Jae holds you close, fucking you through the bursting white light of your orgasm. The speed of his thrusts slow down, still fucking deeply into you, the impact of his thrusts is rough. Jaehyun’s deep moans soon turn into whines as he spills his load into the condom, still rocking into you until he slows down into a halt. 

There’s a few moments after Jaehyun pulls out where he pulls you into him. Arms wrapping around you to cuddle, sweaty bodies pressed together. A few words are exchanged, as are a few long kisses. His fingers drag slowly against your thigh as the two of you sit in silence. 

Jaehyun takes a look at his phone. “Oh shit.” 

“Hm?”

Jaehyun exhales a nervous chuckle, accompanied by a small smile. He’s wrestling with his clothes, doing his best to get them on quickly. “Our delivery driver has been outside for ten minutes; be right back.”

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[toxycodone]

"Are they into PDA?" - Dungeon Meshi Edition

content. multiple x reader, fluff

an. yknow i havent written in like a week ESPECIALLY for my beloved dungeon meshi so. here is this. I'm kinda using this too as like practice bc i have never written for a lot of these characters but I would love to try!

Let me know if you want me to do this for another fandom <3 or if i forgot some characters

Laios's Party

Laios - He can go 50/50. I think at the start of a relationship he’s really awkward about it (he’s not used to anyone being affectionate with him besides his sister). But as time goes on he starts to really get into it. He just loves finally feeling accepted and cared for it’s just 💕💕 yeah. He’s lovey dovey enough with you in public to make people cringe. And he doesn’t get it when people suggest he should cool it down. Laios’s PDA is never heated or anything. Just cute and romantic. He’s smitten.

Falin - Similar to Laios, but I think she’s more chill with it off the bat. Falin gets hit with that puppy love phase HARD when you first start dating so she’s all shy and her heart’s pounding but she’s only bashful because she’s just so into you!! post-chimera she becomes a lot more assertive and has less regard for others witnessing your PDA. She’s always sitting close to you, holding your hand, resting her head on your shoulder (or letting you rest your head on hers). I also think she has a habit of sneaking up on your and nipping your neck/shoulder.

Marcille - ENJOYS IT. Like…there is not denying it. Marcille loves PDA. You would think your hands are glued together or something my God when you two are walking she’s always holding yours and swinging your arms while humming a little tune AHHHH…of course her cheeks will be stained red though. You ask for a kiss in public and she’s squeaks out an “…okay.” (Then has to hype herself up and is timidly puckering her lips w her eyes squeezed shut comically tight). Anyways. Yeah. She’s a little obsessed with you okay.

Chilchuck - He’s more lowkey and chill about PDA. He admires other couples when he witnesses it “aaah, young love.” But I think Chilchuck is a bit too mature to just. Make out with you in public (now if he’s had a few beers. That’s different. Drunk Chilchuck is a different breed okay.) Chil will give you a goodbye kiss or hold your hand for a second and give you a gentle squeeze, but that’s about it when it comes to public affection. I think he shows his affection fr tho by buying you accessories to wear (scarves, rings, pouches, etc.).

Senshi - He’s not super affectionate in public in general but he doesn’t mind it. Like oh? You wanna give him a little kiss? Sure. That’s fine. But then when he realizes others witnessed it then Senshi gets bashful. Thank god he has that thick ass beard bc I know he’s blushing way too hard. He blushes really hard at any PDA between you two. It’s honestly super cute. :3

Izutsumi - No. Hard pass. Do not. It just makes her incredibly uncomfortable (honestly the idea of affection in general makes her feel weird bc Izu thinks she’s undeserving, but she likes you enough to try to love herself. For you.) I think Izu substitutes PDA with handmade things…like. One day after a little thinking and comparing you guys to other couples she’s a little nervous about you thinking she doesn’t like you/isn’t a good partner. So…you guys have matching necklaces she made instead. It’s just a pretty rock and some feathers tied clumsily in twine but! She’s trying! It’s a step in showing that Izu wants something to link you guys together to others.

Toshiro - (idc that he isn’t in the party anymore he just fits best here ok) Hear me the fuck out. Toshiro Nakamoto likes PDA. BEFORE YOU STOP READING HEAR ME OUT. I think it’s a huge deal w his characterization that Toshiro is really repressed and is learning to voice his needs/concerns/opinions/etc. and I think this also applies to like. Getting in touch with his desires. Toshiro desires to be loved and cared for and well. He enjoys actions of affection from you. They make him happy. And when he finds himself getting embarrassed about it…he thinks on it. Like why should he feel the need to not showcase this? Anyways, yes he enjoys it. But keep it classy 💕 He prefers to save anything more for when you two are alone.

Kabru's Party

Kabru - 50/50 like Laios. But Kabru’s initial dislike for PDA stems from his own insecurities. Like…Kabru is just still processing that he is capable of love and doesn’t have to basically set his own desires and needs to the side and sacrifice for others. After he jumps over that jump it’s smooth sailing though. (Kinda. Every now and then he gets hit w an insecurity episode). Kabru’s like a fantasy prince. He gives chaste kisses to your lips and forehead, kisses your knuckles…yeah. It’s cheesy, but from him it works.!

Holm - Average PDA enjoyer. Keeps it cool and classy in public. He doesn’t initiate a lot besides a gentle kiss to your forehead or patting your shoulder every now and then. He has no qualms with it, Holm’s just a really mature dude (plus with his religion I kinda think he values being respectful). But like. As soon as eyes are off you guys Holm is WAY more touchy and lovey. When mickbell and kuroo stay at his place he’s always a little miffed mainly because his privacy with you is SACRED to this man.

Mickbell - Says he likes PDA. Cannot handle being kissed without practically exploding. He’s so cringe (I love him). Mickbell the embodiment of that “first kiss” vs. “expecting a kiss with tongue” meme. But he’s the first kiss part. He likes to pretend he has any sort of experience (he does not) and any attempt at PDA leave him glowing red but in his mind he’s like heh…I was so cool. (He wasn’t)

Rin - NO. It’s a mix of bashfulness and her fear of doing something crazy via magic because of crazy emotions. But I think she desperately does crave affection. Being able to be treated like a normal girl and love and be loved with no issue. Yeah. You can probably sneak up on her and give her a smooch or something and she’ll be too stunned to react (thank goodness bc the explosion spell building up fizzles out before it can be fully cast)

Golden Kingdom

Thistle - Little pain in the ass he acts like he hates it but in reality he loves displays of affection. Like Thistle gets all red in the face and waves you off but then he’s blushing and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl when you’re out of sight. In my mind Thistle doesn’t do a lot of PDA (if any) but he’s most definitely writing about you in his poem books 💀 there’s likely books dedicated to you…and yes he’d die if you found out.

Yaad - In the most princely sense, yes. Yaad is very sweet. Polite. Demure. He kisses your hand as a greeting and may kiss your cheek if he’s feeling really crazy (omg). But he treats you like the most respectable being on earth. Absolutely adores you. PDA makes him blush and Yaad will have a cute little smile for a while afterwards and be in a good mood (Laios asks you to be affectionate w him particularly when he knows he royally messed up)

Canaries

Pattadol - DO NOT. Like maybe a cheek kiss is fine but Patty is working VERY hard to look like a formidable leader and when you distract her! She can’t! Plus the prisoners immediately start making fun of her! You guys gotta keep it cool around them. She still loves you though.

Lycion - This is weird but Lycion seems like the type of guy who can do sexual stuff in public with no issue but PDA? It makes him choke a bit. Only because he struggles SO much with self image + self worth so you doing an action just to show affection for him that doesn’t give you anything in return makes his heart skip a beat. Like damn? You really love him? That’s crazy. Anyways. It’s cute as fuck.

Fleki - I honestly don’t know what to say other than you could eat her out in front of a crowd and she wouldn’t flinch. She’s soooo touchy and all over you it probably makes people uncomfortable but she doesn’t give a fuck. She clings to you like a Koala with no issue (like she did to otta in that comic YEAH)

Otta - Yes but she’s going to be pretend chaste about it. Like Otta acts all down to earth in public but I can’t decide if it’s because she wants to tease you or pretend like she has any sense of self control. Once you’re desperate enough yeah you two will be making out in public’s

Cithis - Idk if this is against the grain but I think she’s a bit reserved about PDA. Not because of any bashfulness or whatever (she could give less of a fuck) but with her hinted past experiences with people not regarding her personal space and being weird to her. In my mind just. Cithis has some personal boundaries about being touched and stuff she doesn’t want to be crossed. That’s not stopping her from getting you off under the table with her foot though. (Insane.)

[mm-lurking]

Can i request a part 2 or continuation of the bringing up their dead exes in an argument🧙‍♀️

Specifically aventurine’s part yum, imagine he continues the bargain and reader ends up like his ex and reader was right,THE ANGST I CAN FEEL RADIATING IS GIVING IRON TO MY ANEMIC BLOOD 🧚‍♀️✨

Ofc though always take your time :3

(This is the continuation of my first ask, which you can read here)

Oh my my, you really like angst don’t you? You’re like me fr. Thank you for your patience, I was preparing for my thesis presentation. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Aventurine x fem! reader, reader dies, torture, angst angst and angst

WC: 3268 --- You apologised. The first thing you did when your emotions calmed down and you thought things through was to go apologise. You stood in front of his room, nervously fidgeting with your hands and wondering if he would be ok with seeing you. Would he get upset at you again? Threaten to shoot you? Would he hurt you?

Soft knocks resound on his door as you wait for him to answer. After a few more rounds of knocking and no answer, you grow increasingly worried and twist the door handle only to see Aventurine’s tear-stained face as he slumps on the sofa asleep. The tiny frown on his face and his gun lying on the floor tells you all you needed to know: you hurt him deeply and your words broke him.

With tears in your eyes, you quietly tiptoe over to him and cautiously sit next to his figure, carefully wiping the remaining tears from his face. His forehead is cool to the touch as you brush his hair away from his eyes, soothingly running fingers in his hair and watching over him. Him crying like this was your fault and you hated how you said such hurtful things without thinking twice. Unknowingly, the tears in your eyes plop onto his forearm from the surge of sadness you feel which prompts him to stir awake.

“Hm…?”

His sleepy voice rings in the room and you panic as you try to blink your tears away. He looks confusedly at you for a split second which makes your panic even worse and so you quickly get up from the sofa, thinking he wouldn’t want you around, only to be yanked back.

“Where are you going?”

He asks quietly as his arms wrap around your waist and he looks into your eyes. The redness of his puffy eyes and the dark under-eye bags make you burst into tears and bawl on his shoulder.

“Aventurine I am so sorry for hurting you like that I shouldn’t have said such cruel things I am so sorry for the things I said I-”

He inhales sharply as he hears you apologise; taken aback by your breakdown and the pain in your voice. Tears well up in his eyes too and he hugs you tighter. You both stay like that for a good amount of time, letting the tears flow unapologetically as the proximity between you both eases the pains of your hearts. After a while, when he sees you have calmed down, he gently pries you off his shoulder and cups your face.

“I should have confirmed with you before I did anything.”

You shake your head and caress his face sadly.

“No, I should have been more patient with you. I shouldn’t have brought up Lilac Iike that-”

“The matter has passed. Let us speak of it no more.”

You immediately hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him. He reciprocates and smiles as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“I will never allow you to get hurt, I promise you. You are my good luck, my royal flush.”

Hearing him say that makes you giggle and you kiss his cheek.

“And I promise I will do my best in this deal. What is your plan?”

You both spend the rest of the day discussing the deal and coming up with different strategies to handle the enemy territory. He was right, you always made it out alive even with the wildest risks and your life at stake. Why would it be any different this time? The Gaiaithra triclops always looked out for him…right? – “Aventurine…”

The cold metal shackles on your body hurt. Every limb is cuffed and chained tightly to prevent your escape. Despite the painful aching that sets in your body, you call out for Aventurine whose face appears on the phone screen in front of you. In contrast to the cold dark dimly lit room, his face is bright, like an angel that has come to your aid. The salty tears that flow from your eyes sting the fresh slashes on your cheeks adding to your agony. You struggle in your sleep-deprived state to keep your eyes open and see him clearly. Your throat burns and you don't remember the last time you drank water.

“Hello sweetheart- W-what happened to you?!”

You hear the horror in his voice as he stares at you, trying to make sense of your horrible state. Seeing his face brings you a strange amount of comfort and you try to smile but fail. There is so much you want to say but no words leave your mouth as you gasp for air.

“My lucky charm?”

You sob harder upon hearing his term of endearment for you. Your heart aches so badly and you want to run far away from this place into his arms but alas, you are chained and doomed to be imprisoned here.

“Your lucky charm isn’t so lucky is she? She won’t be able to answer you anytime soon, Aventurine from the strategic investment department of the IPC.”

The man who is holding your phone in front of you speaks with a cold monotonous voice. There is an evil grin on his face and you know he has no remorse for you based on the way he glares at you. Aventurine cannot see the man which further agitates him.

“Coward. It is impolite to talk to someone without showing your face to them, don’t you think?”

“It is more impolite to infiltrate our territory on the premises of mutual respect.”

Another man who is responsible for keeping you restrained pulls onto your chains and you shriek in pain at how your body is practically dragged across the floor. Like a plastic bag that is sucked into the currents of the wind.

“Urgh!”

You wince at the impact as your limbs scrape against the cold metal floor like cheese on a grater. When the man finally stops dragging you, he harshly tugs on the chain around your neck which makes you choke in pain.

“You! How dare you touch her, you bastard!”

Aventurine’s yelling rings in the room. You cannot see his face anymore as you’ve been pulled to the other side of the room but you can see your bright phone screen and your gaze remains fixated on it, as if your lover would step out of the phone and come save you.

“Don’t worry, we won’t touch her. We do not need to do so. Take a good look around this room.”

The man stands up and shows Aventurine around the room as if they were two old friends on a video call. He continues to grin as he points to various things in the room.

“Notice how we aren’t in the headquarters where you left your girl?”

“I do not have time for your games. What have you done to her?!”

The man completely ignores the question and continues to ramble despite the anger and frustration on Aventurine’s face.

“See that giant crate over there? And there? Those are our newly made explosives. Guess who is the lucky subject we are testing it out on?”

His laugh echoes in the room and your heart drops. You frantically look around and realise there are four of those crates in each corner of the room. And it just so happens one of those crates is right above your head. Panic sets in and you struggle against your chains which makes the man holding your chains tug on it harshly. You inhale sharply at the action and choke.

“Do you have any idea what will happen to you if the IPC finds you?”

Aventurine warningly questions, to which the man just laughs.

“We are ten steps ahead of the IPC. You can try, but you will never find us.”

Then he looks at you and chuckles.

“Or well, more precisely, even if you find us, you will never find your girl.”

His eyes narrow as he watches you shift uncomfortably in your chains. Then he flips the phone around to show Aventurine your dreadful state.

“After this phone call, she will simply cease to exist, Aventurine. You should have thought carefully before playing the Herald like this.”

“You son of a-”

Click.

The phone call ends and the two men in the room look at you. Neither says a word as the expression on their faces is enough: this was the end. your end. Your phone buzzes continuously in the man's hands and he scoffs at the caller ID before throwing the device towards you. Like a maniac, you attempt to catch the phone but unfortunately, your hands are tied which makes the device land on the floor shattering the screen. You try to drag the phone closer using your face, sobbing heavily as you see Aventurine’s name on the screen.

The men howl at your helplessness and proceed to walk away from the room, making sure your chains are tied to the wall first before doing so. The door closes with a loud bang and silence falls, making you shake in fear. You look at your constantly buzzing phone and attempt to accept the video call, struggling to unlock the phone in your tied-up state.

In what feels like forever you finally manage to accept the video call, huffing and withering in pain from your constant attempts. Aventurine’s face pops on the screen and your last few remaining tears drip on your phone.

“A-aven-”

Nothing but harsh chokes come out of your mouth as you try to call for him.

“I am on my way my love, hang on!”

You sob quietly as you watch him get on the aircraft, throwing around orders to his subordinates while simultaneously keeping an eye on you.

“I will find you. I will save you. Stay with me.”

A small smile creeps on your face as he speaks with conviction and you nod your head as if accepting what he was saying. However, a part of you knows that this is the end, that this is where you must part. As if to confirm your cruel destiny, the timers on all four explosive crates start to go off one by one, filling the room with an ominous sound. With wide eyes, you look around the room and then back at Aventurine.

“My love?”

You aggressively shake your head and gasp for air from the lack of oxygen in the room. The timers on the crates only get more jarring and cold sweat drips down the side of your face. With the last remaining energy you have left in you, you look up at the crater that’s hanging right above your head.

60 seconds.

A harsh choke leaves your throat and you try to show Aventurine the timer. When his gaze lands on it, he freezes.

“No, no!”

You hear him yelling more orders to everyone, asking the officers to locate you faster, asking the pilot to increase his speed but you know it’s not going to suffice.

35 seconds.

“A-aven…! A-Aven…turine…!”

You desperately try to get his attention in your final moments.

“Yes, yes my love?!”

He is completely facing you now as he replies to you. The deep frown and his heavy breathing tells you all you need to know; he is worried sick for you. You take this opportunity to mentally trace his features and take him in for one last time.

14 seconds.

“I…love…you…”

You choke out with all the power you have left in you. The timer gets increasingly louder as if signalling your demise.

“Stay with me! I’m almost there!”

7 seconds.

“I…love…you…Aven…”

The last of his name is lost in the constant beeping of the crates before it all explodes one by one like fireworks. You remember staring at his face lovingly as the last tear in your eye rolls down your face and the explosion hits you. Every inch of your body burns before silence falls and eternity sets in. — He’s been clenching his fist since the moment he picked up the phone call. The amount of outrage, anger and pain in his body is unexplainable. There is nothing more he wishes to do than to beat those men into pulp and carry you back home in his arms, safe and sound.

He has no idea how things turn out like this. Every single detail of this plan was meticulously calculated and designed to ensure nothing would happen to you. You both had gone over all the possible outcomes and devised escape plans but this, what he was seeing on the screen, was not one of them.

His head is pounding as he thinks of Lilac. He thinks of how she had gone through something very similar and how he was a split second late to save her. The fear that sets into his body is one he cannot explain as he feels his throat close up and his heart rate spike. No, no. He wasn’t going to relive that situation again. He wasn’t going to let you leave him too.

Everything is a blur as he rushes to board his aircraft and issues orders to his team. He tightly grips his phone as he keeps watching you, making sure you’re alive. Inova-XI wasn’t very far from the IPC, surely he would make it in a minimum of 10 minutes? And with the amount of brainpower his team had, he was certain he could locate you on his way there and save you.

All or nothing right? All or nothing. He had to give it his all if he wanted you back. His lucky charm. His goodluck. His royal flush. His future and forever. He was the blessed child, Kakavesha of the gaiaithra triclops. Nothing would happen to him. He wouldn’t lose anymore bets.

But all that hope goes out the window the moment he sees the countdown you struggle to show him.

60 seconds.

His heart drops. He looks at the tablet in front of him and he feels his blood go cold. 5 minutes left until the destination. 300 seconds to land on the planet. Not even save you.

“No, no!”

He screams. He yells more orders to everyone, asking the officers to locate you faster, asking the pilot to increase his speed, to just do something to get to you faster.

But deep down he knows it’s not going to suffice. He hyperventilates as he looks at you, who's struggling to call out his name. 

“Yes, yes my love?!”

He answers you rapidly, afraid that even a second away from his phone would make you disappear into thin air. He cannot bear to see your condition as it reminds him of his own days as a slave, chained and tortured to be a puppet at play. Yet he continues staring at you, watching your face over and over knowing this would be the last time he sees you.

I…love…you…”

He swears if it weren’t for his duties he would burst out crying at your declaration. How he wishes he was hearing those words in a better circumstance, where you were safe and by his side, giggling and hugging him. As if things couldn’t get worse, he hears the timer get increasingly louder as if signalling your demise.

“Stay with me! I’m almost there!”

There is nothing else he can say except that. He looks at his tablet and clenches his teeth, fighting back angry tears as he looks outside the window. The planet is visible in his eyes but still so far away. He then looks back at you, eyes swirling with intense emotions of pure regret and pessimism.

“I…love…you…Aven…”

That’s the last thing he hears from you as the explosions go off and he loses signal.

“NO. NO NO NO!!!”

His subordinates jump at the sight of him yelling. Never ever had anyone seen Aventurine in such a frenzy, yelling and punching the armrest over and over.

“No, she has to be alive-! No she has to-“

He breaks down completely, tugging on his hair and staring off into the distance with wide eyes, a look so distraught that his team is growing increasingly concerned.

He can’t breathe. There is not a single atom of oxygen that passes through his lungs and into his blood. His throat is on fire as it completely closes up, restricting him from any taste of air. The aggressive throbbing of his head makes him stumble and he gasps for air, very much like you had been, while clawing his nails into his chair.

He doesn’t remember how he manages to stay alive for the next few minutes. He remembers screaming more orders and then falling to his knees on the floor. It is only when the aircraft halts and his assistant quickly helps him up does he recover to some extent. — His legs feel heavy as he walks towards your room of imprisonment. Or well, what it was. There is nothing left on the land except a massive hole in the ground implying that there was a structure there. Even in the severity of the explosion, he spots some chains left on the ground and upon getting closer-

“L-lucky charm..?”

-he sees a dead body slump on the floor, lying in a cradle position. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that’s you.

He falls to the floor as his legs give out from the realisation. Like a child, he crawls towards you, sobbing and heaving as he gets closer. He doesn’t care how undignified he looks, how his lavish bright attire is now covered in ashes and dust, how his hands sting from the stones puncturing his palms…he drags himself towards you with every fibre of his being.

“Sweetheart…my lucky charm…”

He calls for you over and over as he gently takes hold of your body, crying aggressively to the point his tears disfigure your already damaged body in his vision. The explosion has blown off a decent amount of your limbs, and the only thing that’s passably recognisable is your face. He is completely shaken by how you look, unable to believe this is what has happened to you.

He stays there in the ashes and dust with you, letting the smoke of the explosion completely suffocate him while he caresses your face. The anger that brims in his heart is subdued by the sheer amount of grief he feels. There is nothing left for him to do or say yet he mumbles your name continuously as if it is the very reason he can breathe.

“What will I do without you my love? Who will be my lucky charm now?”

He hangs his head as he continues to cry heavily, completely admitting defeat. His subordinates watch from a distance, turning their faces away at one point as they are unable to bear seeing this leader like this. No one disturbs him and no one has the heart to either, for their leader lost the very beat of his heart.

“Gaiathra triclops…you promised to protect me, then why, why couldn’t you protect my love?! Have you destined me to have a life of loneliness as I watch everyone I love die?!?”

His agony is lost to the winds. When Lilac died, he vowed to never gamble with his partner again. And now with you, with you gone, he vowed to never love again. In the gamble of life, he would always lose his love. Life was a grand gamble and when it came to being loved, he was the destined loser. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[restinslices]

This one's majorly because I want your funny take on it bc my mind can't decide LMAO. Could I request LKBS when their daughter or kid is being flirted with/asked out. I majorly think Bi-Han would tweak tf out but pretend he isn't buuut- I'm here for your take on it!

My bad for the wait anon. I've been sick for over a week and I was tryna wait for it to pass but it's still here sooo imma stop waiting and thug it out. My body hates me. I'm typing this on my phone and tumblr is so glitchy on here. Imma start biting my walls-

Bi-Han is for sure tweaking on the inside

It's not even just the fact that his daughter is being flirted with. It's the fact that this is happening IN FRONT of him

That gif is what he wants to do

Now do I think Bi-Han is like "oh my little girl can NEVER date?

No.

Do I think that he thinks dating shouldn't be their priority?

Yes.

She should focus on other things he deems important before getting distracted and dating

Bi-Han would just be standing there like the Hash Slinging Slasher while this rando is flirting with his daughter

If she starts flirting back, which she probably would, I could legit see him walking over and making his presence known

The poor teenagers-

"Bàba this is Dylan" "Hi Mr-"

Bi-Han grabs his daughter by the top of the head and starts walking away

It doesn't hurt. He just has a very firm hold and is like "we're going this way"

The absolute audacity to flirt in front of him? What happened to respect? Decorum?

Back in his day, he would NEVER do such a thing in front of his father. And he let that bitch die.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" "That boy is no good for you" "You don't even know him!" "Look at his arms. They're skinny. He can't protect you. He'd be dead weight"

Wow. I always love our talks Bi-Han :D

I don't think Kuai Liang would start tweaking, but I think he shares the same views as Bi-Han

There's just certain things he thinks is inappropriate to do in front of parents

And by "in front of parents" these two mean "in the same area". Doesn't matter if they're on the other side of the room

"Harumi, who is that boy?" "That's Dylan! Him and (name) are rather close" "Oh so she told you about Dylan but not me?

I don't think he necessarily wants to pull her away, but he would wanna make his presence known

Y'all know how some dads are with their daughters. She's his Princess and the thought of her growing up tugs at their heart

He wants to go over and stop the whole scene but Harumi tells him no

So instead he pretends he's not staring but definitely is

This mf has the most intense gaze as he's watching them. Harumi got a tight grip on him. She needs a damn leash

At some point his daughter and Dylan (idk why this name is sticking-) look over

He's just standing there... menacingly!

"Um, Dylan, I gotta go. I don't think my dad is happy"

Meanwhile "See what you did?" "I'm just standing here"

Exactly. You're just standing there and being a creeper

If this mf dies in Khaos Reigns, y'all are never seeing me again

Moving on-

I'm not exactly sure how Tomas would react

On one hand, he's grown up with Kuai Liang and Bi-Han, so he probably shares some of the same ideas and mentality

On the other hand, I just don't see him having a strong reaction

He prefers if this wasn't happening in front of him, but he kinda knows that teens don't be thinking fr

One thing's for certain though, he better not see SHIT become physical over there

No shoulder touching, no hand touching, no kissing, no hugging for too long-

It's just a bit too much

Tries to act like he's doing other shit but his eyes keep darting

Like bitch you're never pretending to be counting leaves. Didn't think this through, did you?

I can imagine his daughter looking over and being like "Hey papa! What are you doing?

"Nothing. Me? Haha... just hanging around"

"Would you like to meet Dylan?" "Well if you insist"

Actually talks to Dylan

Yay!

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Please, TF 141 + Konig with a s/o who is very affectionate and caring. Like she likes to kiss them all over their face, pamper them all the time, make sure they eat good and healthy and constantly remind them that they are appreciated and loved.

𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢

I absolutely love this idea😭😭😭 This is gonna be my favorite art because I love these kind of fanfics and this is so me fr. My mans are traumatized asf and I‘m just gonna sit there, hold them and take care of them 🤭 Anyways I hope you enjoy! Love you 🩷🩷🫶🏻🫶🏻

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König

Königs body was weary and his mind filled with the echoes of gunfire. But as he stepped through the door of your shared house, he felt a rush of warmth and love envelop him. You greeted him with open arms.

"Babyyyyy" you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness, "Welcome home, my love." Your eyes sparkled with adoration as you leaned in and showered König's face with gentle kisses, your affection pouring out in every touch.

The weight of the world lifted from König's shoulders as he felt your love embrace him. The battles he fought seemed distant, replaced by the warmth of your presence. Your caring nature knew no bounds, as you pampered him with tender care, ensuring he had everything he needed to recover and regain his strength.

Every day, you prepared delicious meals, meticulously crafting dishes that would touch his body and soul. König's heart swelled with emotion as he saw the spread you had prepared for him. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mix of gratitude and overwhelming love.

With a choked voice, König embraced you tightly, holding onto you as if he never wanted to let go. The tears flowed freely down his weathered face, releasing the weight of the battles he had fought. In your arms, he found solace, a safe haven where vulnerability was allowed.

"Mein Schatz" König murmured, his voice filled with a mix of appreciation and awe, "I can't begin to express how much this means to me. Your love, your care, it's more than I ever expected or believed I deserved. Thank you. Ich liebe dich über alles. Danke, dass es dich gibt."

You felt your heart melt at his words and even through you didn’t know what the last sentence meant, your soul knew what he meant.

Your arms wrapped around him, providing comfort and reassurance. "König, you are so much more than a soldier. You are a person deserving of love and tenderness. I see the strength within you, but I also see the vulnerability. Let me be the one to remind you of your worth, to show you that you are appreciated and loved."

Your affection and care had become his refuge, a sanctuary from the chaos of the battlefield. The bond you shared grew stronger with every passing day, built on a foundation of unwavering support and genuine affection.

And as König's heart swelled with gratitude, he vowed to protect and cherish the love you had given him just as fiercely as he fought for his country. In your embrace, he found a home, a place where he was truly seen and loved.

Simon Riley

Simon is a stoic and battle-hardened soldier who found himself in a whirlwind of emotions ever since you entered his life. As a soldier, he was accustomed to facing danger head-on, but your affectionate and caring nature opened up a world of tenderness he never thought possible.

You and your boundless love and affection showered Simon with kisses all over his face, your lips leaving a trail of warmth and adoration. Each touch and caress reminded him that he was cherished, appreciated, and deeply loved.

You made it your mission to pamper Simon, ensuring he took care of himself both physically and emotionally. You cooked delicious and nutritious meals, placing them before him with a gentle smile, knowing that proper nourishment was essential for his well-being. You watched as he ate, your eyes filled with pride and joy, knowing that he was taking care of himself even in the midst of chaos.

But it was not just the physical care that touched Simon's heart. You constantly reminded him of his worth, whispering words of affirmation and love into his ear. You saw the depths of his soul, the scars he carried and yet you loved him unconditionally. Your voice became the balm to his wounds, mending the broken pieces of his heart with each tender word spoken.

One evening, as you held Simon in your arms, a moment of overwhelming emotion washed over him. Tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his face, as the weight of his past and the beauty of your love collided within him.

"I've never felt so happy," Simon whispered through his tears, his voice filled with awe and vulnerability. "I never thought I could experience this kind of love, this kind of happiness. It's overwhelming."

You tightened your embrace, holding him close as you kissed the top of his head and whispered sweet reassurances. "You deserve all the love in the world, Simon. You are strong, courageous, and deserving of every kind of happiness that comes your way. I'm here for you, always."

Simon buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tears mingling with the warmth of your embrace. In that moment, he realized that vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength. Opening his heart to you had allowed him to experience a love so profound that it moved him to tears.

In the safety of your arms, Simon found solace. You had given him a sanctuary in a world of chaos and uncertainty. With every touch, every kiss, and every word, you reminded him that love could heal even the deepest of wounds.

“I love you Simon. I‘m proud of how far you’ve come. I will forever love you“ after this sentence Simon continued to cry and you just sat there with him and held him like your life was depending on it.

And as you held Simon, his tears slowly subsided, replaced by a sense of profound peace and contentment. He realized that with you by his side, he could face anything that came his way.

John MacTavish

As the evening sun bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, you found yourself standing in front of John, your heart brimming with affection and adoration. John had always been the strong man but you knew that deep down that he needed to feel loved and appreciated just like anyone else.

With a gentle smile playing on your lips you moved closer to him, cupping his face in your hands. Your fingers traced the lines of his rugged features, your touch conveying a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture. His piercing blue eyes met yours, a mixture of surprise and warmth dancing within them.

"Hi John!" you greeted him with an excited tone "I want you to know that you're loved, John. Every part of you. From your hardened soul to the tenderness you so often hide. You mean the world to me."

The corners of John's mouth twitched with a hint of a smile, his usually guarded exterior slowly melting away under your affectionate gaze. His arms enveloped you in a tight embrace as if he couldn't bear to let go.

"I don't deserve you, baby" he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "You've shown me a love I never thought I could have. And here I am, currently living in that dream"

You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering against his skin. "John, you deserve the love. You're human, just like everyone else. And love doesn't discriminate based on perceived flaws. I see the strength and resilience within you, but I also see the gentleness and vulnerability. It's all a part of who you are, and I love every single piece."

Tears welled up in John's eyes, and he held you even closer, as if he wanted to merge his being with yours. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. You make me want to be a better person. Thank you for loving me." You let got of him and go and get the flowers you bought him and show it to him. He smiles at you and he looks like a lost puppy. As you placed the flowers into John's hands, his grip tightened, his touch tender and grateful.

He brought your lips to his, a fervent kiss that spoke volumes of the love he held for you. With each caress, each whispered declaration, he poured his heart out, reminding you just how deeply you had touched his soul.

Kyle Garrick

You couldn't resist showering Kyle with affection, your gentle touch caressing his face as you attacked it with kisses. Each kiss served as a reminder of the love that blossomed between you, a love that grew stronger with each passing day.

In your care, Kyle found comfort. Your attention to detail knew no bounds as you crafted every dish with love, understanding that good food was not only essential for his physical well-being but also a way to show how deeply you cared.

"Have you eaten baby?" you asked him and he looked at you with a sad smile. "No" he replied and without asking any further questions you made your way to the kitchen and started preparing something for him. You felt happy. You were happy because you’re taking care of the boy that doesn’t have anyone but you that reminds him that he is loved. In the moments when darkness threatened to consume his soul… you were there, a steady presence that offered comfort and support. With a touch of tenderness, you wiped away his tears and held him close, whispering words of solace and encouragement. You reminded him that vulnerability was not weakness, but a testament to his strength and resilience.

From the corner of your eyes you saw him standing there and looking at you with nothing but love written in his face. He slowly moved closer to you and watched you cook pasta for him and move to prepare the salat to eat next to the pasta.

Kyle is a man of few words who struggled to articulate the depth of his emotions. He suddenly took your face in his hands, making you drop the spatula and his gaze reflecting the love that radiated from within. And in that timeless instant, he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that conveyed a thousand unspoken words.

In that kiss, all the emotions that had swelled within him poured forth. Gratitude, love, and a sense of profound connection intertwined, leaving no doubt that you were his anchor in this chaotic world.

John Price

You entered John’s life and a different side of him began to emerge. You had a way of softening his rough edges, reminding him of the warmth and tenderness that still existed within him. And John secretly loved everything you were doing. He was watching you close as you were cooking dinner or looking at the flowers you got from the mall.

And every chance you got you would kiss John with love and affection. Your gentle kisses dotted his face, a sweet gesture that never failed to bring a smile to his lips. He always makes an annoyed face but you both knew that he was enjoying it. Whenever you were sitting next to him he was secretly wishing you would attack him with your kisses.

The emotions between you and John ran deep. In his eyes, you were the light around the darkness that often consumed his world. Your unwavering care and devotion touched his heart, melting away the walls he had built around himself.

On one particularly intense day, as the weight of his missions bore down on him, John found comfort in your presence. You could see the weariness etched across his face, the burden he carried threatening to crush him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close.

"You are incredible, John. I want you to know how appreciated you are, how much you mean to me and everyone around you. You're a beacon of strength, but you're also human. It's okay to lean on others, to let yourself be cared for."

John's eyes met yours, gratitude and emotion shining within them. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your love and adoration pouring forth in that simple touch. "John, deserving has nothing to do with it. Love isn't earned, it's given freely. And I choose to love you every day with every part of my being."

In that moment, the weight on John's shoulders lifted ever so slightly, replaced by the warmth of your affection and the understanding that he was not alone. And as the intensity of emotions swelled within him, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate and tender kiss.

It was a moment of connection, a testament to the love that had blossomed between you. In each other's arms, you found solace, strength, and a deep sense of belonging. The world around you faded away as you embraced the power of love and vulnerability.

[artdcnaldson]

whatever i'll rewrite!!!! tumblr you will not win over me buddy. also if anyone thinks i'm day drinking or something, it is 11 pm here, i am within my right to be tipsy 🙏 idk if i'm able to cook up anything toooooo elaborate atm, but pervy art 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 loved loved loved that thing you just wrote RRRAAAAAHHHH WOOOF. need him to take advantage of me fr y'all, like over the line shit. i'm so sorry y'all this is probs a coping mechanism. but need him to live the rest of his life in guilt over what he did to me, meanwhile i'm fully unaware and unaffected. but like need him to spike my drink or something, maybe he really likes me and doesn't think he has a chance with me. so he convinces himself the only way to be with me is to "coerce" me aka against my will. need him to offer me a drink at a party, and obviously i think he's hot and sexy he doesn't even need to do anything, but he's so in his head. he tells my friends he's just gonna carry me back to my room when i get woozy, he's heading home anyway and it's on the way. but he takes me to his dorm room, i'm not even totally gone or passed out, just out of my body. vaguely aware of my surroundings but in no way capable of properly consenting (regardless of the fact that i would have if i had been sober!!!!) need him to touch me all over and need him to be unable to help himself as he slips inside me. had i been sober i would've been fucked stupid, would've been babbling about his huge cock and how sexy he is, would have been begging him to cum inside. but i'm not. but he does it anyway..... brings me back to my room after cleaning me up. maybe he never speaks to me again, maybe he befriends me and pretends we've never met before

idk y'all honestly i'm sorry 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 no worries if this is too much 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 gonna book a sesh with my therapist LOL clearly we've not worked through all the stuff

love you cat!!!!!

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LOVE U LADYBUG ANON <3

TW NONCON beneath the cut

auauauuurrghhhh something about him feeling sooo guilty and you just not knowing anything happened 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

He doesn’t think he can have you he just needs one night and it’ll be out of his system, right? And you won’t remember, so it will be like it never happened. And you take him so willingly, limp and you smell so good beneath him when he buries his head in your shoulder and fucks into your pliant, willing cunt. You’re just so relaxed for him, he didn’t know it would work *this* well. Mouths at your neck as he buries himself balls deep inside and just humps ingo your pussy :((( he cums so fast, pets your hair, makes sure you’re still okay. Cleans you up so carefully, kisses your sweet, still lips, then carries you back to your dorm.

And the next day you “run into him” and thank him for being your hero and taking you back to your dorm, that you must’ve been really out of it bc last night was a blur. Tell him he’s really sweet, and it means a lot.

He thought he’d feel better that he got away with it, but he just feels a little (a lot) sick.

[2qties]

❝𝘼 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙀❞

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In which water pillar, Tomioka Giyū, faces the death of his lover and wishes to cling onto them physically in his hardest moments yet cannot.

🪐 : here's my first attempt at angst as someone who only mainly writes fluff !!!!! tell me how i do 😋🗣️‼️day 3 of no wifi , gotta keep y'all updated!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️issa Sunday and da library closes at 6 pm 2day and im pulling up at like 3 pm cs it opens and 10 and yk i can't pull up looking like a clueless nobody ya know ya know 😋 i ain't sleep all of last night idk why and my bby bro aint sleep either so all im hearing is his loud ahh babbling 👻 but anyway daddy TJ gotta keep pumpin cs i can't have yall thinking i died fr 🐺

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how long has it been since you passed?

he hasn't forgotten. six weeks ago. in the cold. when the universe decided to take you away from him. the one time he had something of his own, something that he felt would last.. it was selfishly taken from him.

he didn't think the wound was that bad, he thought you'd make it. but he was so wrong. before he even reached the butterfly estate, you were limp, cold and dead in his shaking arms.

how foolish he was to get so attached to someone in a time like this. someone who wasn't of his caliber, someone who hadn't gone up against what he was fighting each night… someone weak.

how foolish he was to fall in love.

was it how you said his name? was it how you welcomed him when no one else would? what was it that was so appealing? maybe it was your smile, beaming solely at him in a way that could never be replicated. maybe it was your hands, holding him as if he was fragile to the touch.

maybe it was your eyes, looking at him as if there was something worth looking at.

and now that it was all gone, what would happen now? in life, you lose some and you win some. but what would he do? he didn't want to lose you.

what could replace you after you showed him what it meant to be loved? you showed him more, how could he settle for less? he'd ask himself.

yet what he truly meant was how could he settle for anything that wasn't you?

he doesn't want to settle for anything that wasn't you.

each end of the week, he'd visit your grave. this evening, it was cold and raining. the wisteria incense around your grave had died down due to the pouring rain. he'd figure out some way to keep it from dying, no matter the disaster.

he didn't want the same creatures who had killed you to step anywhere near you. if he couldn't protect you when you were alive, he'd protect you in death.

he gently placed flowers onto your bed of eternal slumber, watching the rain pitter and patter over them.

“maybe, just maybe, the nature will reclaim you and you'll sleep under the loveliest garden.” he whispered, imagining the beautiful greenery that could grow around you.

it wouldn't make this place half bad. maybe bring back some memories of you.

“i miss you. i really do.” he muttered, praying you'd hear him and come comfort him in some way, “it's not the same without you. i miss all of you. i miss how you'd look at me.. how you smiled at me.. how you said my name. heck, the weird looks you'd give me… i miss your hugs and how you'd hold me too.”

it didn't replace the hurt but it elevated some sorrow off his shoulders.

“you know, i had plans for our future. i wanted us to get married. wanted us to kids. wanted a peaceful life after the war with you. i just wanted to be able to wake up and have you and our kids being the first faces i see. my sister, my friend and now my love. God, please make it worth it in the end. please.

i just need a hug..”

he whispered, his hand tracing your gravestone before he slumped back where he was sitting, eyeing your name and death date simultaneously.

he wanted to hug himself but would it feel the same?

it wouldn't.

“what will i settle for, i ask myself countless of nights, if not your hugs, who elses?”

yet, when he thought of hugs, it felt like you were still there. so close that he could grab you.

soft arms from behind, wrapping around him and nuzzling your face in his neck. he felt his spirit slightly lifted during this melancholic moment, feeling your arms around him once more.

it felt like a mother or wife’s loving embrace, something he hadn't felt in a long while.

the wind felt warmer and it felt as if the rain stopped.

settle for the hugs of my spirit.

he jumped. in a situation like this, he would grab his katana and scope the surroundings in search of the uninvited stranger. yet this stranger had the aura of his love, their symphonic voice. how could he ever lift a blade at a voice like theirs?

giyū didn't notice it, yet he was crying. a tear running down his eye as he sniffled.

his tense body relaxed at the sound of the voice that had swept pass and the loving embrace of his lover’s spirit who was seated beside him.

“i’ll settle for this.”

[catohphm]

HPHM Ship Week '24 Day One - Quidditch

The Day before the Match

Special thanks to @autisticarachnid and @eternalchaoschocolaterain.

This is the first of my fic for @hphm-ship-week! I have been writing a trilogy of short fics about my main MC x Canon ship over the summer for this event. It is my MC Cato paired with Penny Haywood, which I like to call Reesewood. I've been long-awaiting for it to come and now it's here. These were so fun to brainstorm and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed creating them!<3

The fic begins after clicking the "keep reading" cut below.

The next day would be the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Cato Reese, one of the Ravenclaw team’s chasers, had been trying his best to focus on transfiguration homework. He was in the courtyard studying with Rowan to complete the assignments. They had just finished for the day when Rowan saw his best friend looking concerned.

“What are you thinking about, Cato? You can say, I won’t assume anything.”

“I’m having a hard time getting my mind off the match tomorrow, Rowan.”

He leaned in closer to Cato “I get uneasy whenever something big comes up too. It’s never stopped us from passing exams or being on time with homework, even the vaults.”

“Well, I’ve been trying to figure out why it’s hard to keep those thoughts to the side. I think it's because every challenge is different, so are the steps.”

Putting up his hand up to his cheek, Rowan commented in a thoughtful tone. “Hmmm, I see where you’re coming from on that. I doubt it is necessarily a problem, though.”

Cato quickly paused and elaborated “I’ve been trying to remind myself of that. It’s hard because there are so many things going on.”

Something clicked in Rowan. “Ravenclaw honors and values big achievements in learning, being intelligent and knowledgeable.”

“Yes, Rowan. It’s the pressure to do well when you’re dealing with the cursed vaults and people who doubt, or depend on you. I’m trying to enjoy my time here, I’m only fighting them out of a sense of duty.”

Cato’s friend nodded. “I wouldn’t worry about letting anyone down. You’ve got us, your friends. I’m confident you’ll best Slytherin in the game.”

“Thank you! I best put the vaults aside for now. They’re missions that take time to complete.”

Penny was walking by. She saw her friends and approached them

“Hi Cato and Rowan! How’s it going?”

Cato spoke first. “Hi Penny. I was a bit worried how well I’d do in the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin.”

“He’s been stressed somewhat about everyone expecting highly of him.” added Rowan.

“Ahh, I know how hard it is being popular.” Cato and Rowan encouraged her to join them. The Hufflepuff smiled and sat down with her two Ravenclaw friends. 

She then elaborated “Many of our classmates look up to me because of my beauty and my skills at potions. I really do appreciate it, but they must remember it all comes naturally.”

“That’s a great point!” Rowan exclaimed then frowned. “Sadly people these days tend to take those things for granted.”

In a somewhat exhausted tone, Cato reflected “I only wanted to build my skills in magic and make friends at Hogwarts. Never have I imagined in the first place that I’d have such obligations. Schoolwork is one thing, but all it together with quidditch and the vaults is too much.”

Penny and Rowan rested their hands on Cato's shoulders. He looked at both of them on his sides and felt brighter.

“I wouldn't dwell too much on trying to impress or prove to everybody. I try to pay attention to my own work first.” she said.

Rowan added “We can only do the best we can. All we want from you is to be happy, do well in class and stay in touch with you. We're always by your side regardless of what comes, Cato.”

“Thank you, Penny and Rowan, it does mean a lot.” their friend answered with a warm smile and nod.”

Rowan then got up from the bench. “I need to return this book real fast before the library closes. I'll be back.” Cato and Penny nodded in response as their friend went to drop off the book.

With them having a short moment to themselves, Penny then spoke.

“So, Cato, are you still feeling nervous about this at all?” she asked him.

“Still some, I guess. Worrying about getting knocked off my broom by a bludger keeps me going in the game but it's more a hard thought to shake off more than anything, Penny.”

She smiled. “You can always keep me in your thoughts.”

“Ah, Penny, how so?” he asked in a giggly voice.

“Even if you get knocked off your broom by a bludger, I'll be there with you in the hospital wing.”

She then kissed him on the cheek. It made Cato blush a bit and laugh. “How could I never count on you, Penny? You've always done your best to look out for me ever since the day I first faced Merula in a duel, got in trouble just for standing up for Ben and helped me up, get my things when I fell trying to face Rowan about to be late for Charms. That's some real above and beyond stuff.”

“I've always appreciated that about you, Cato. The prophet and those other students, they treated you harshly for what? Stuff your brother did when you were just at home? I could never see any of that being true in the first place. You've always been there to help people who need it, even when you know it goes against the rules.”

“I still did what was right?”

“Yes!” assured Penny. “It doesn't make anything you did less right, Cato. I wouldn't worry about it. Rest up when the time comes for tomorrow, I have faith you'll make an amazing effort for the team!”n

[onesaltyhunter]

Sleep Token x Gender Neutral!Reader HCs

what type of inhuman creatures would they be?

Side note: I've never made one of these before so props to all those people who make these regularly--they're difficult for my 3 brain cells to pop out something in return

VESSEL (I)

VAMPIRE

Protective, yet kind and passionate (he's also moderately awkward but we love that for him)

Tried his best to use his special "mind powers" to make you attracted to him after years of jokingly flirting with you

(It didn't work lmao)

He's still a hopeless romantic so he tried again

it still didn't work but you ended up falling for him anyway (he still believes that it worked)

Has an undeniable urge to hold onto you in some way, whether it may be an arm around your shoulder, waist--holding hands, and even the occasional fumbling with each other's fingers when walking somewhere

he's cold. like SO FUCKING COLD.

You used to jump at how freezing he was to the touch, but you've gotten used to it (for the most part)

If you decide to go to one of their shows and someone looks at you for a split second with even the slightest look of disgust/infatuation, Vessel with put the fear of God into them

He wouldn't tell you what he did, but, you could easily figure it out

bro is HORNY like ON GOD

II

WERECAT

kinda shy--very cuddly though

yeah sure they have a "Holy duty to be constantly awake" but sometimes, II feels a bit eepy

either very energetic or very tired, no in-between

Can barely hold back the urge to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle your neck (even if you're taller than him)

Acts like he needs some alone time every once in a while (lies)

Doesn't really know how to explain to you that he wants to spend more time with you--doesn't want to come off as clingy

Has literally overslept cuddled up to you and nearly missed a show because of it--loves violating his duty to Sleep if it means he can spend more time with you

It doesn't feel like he has to ask to "accidentally" pass out on you, bypassing any means of attempting to ask you if it's alright

You'd always be okay with it though, unless you were nommin on a snack and it felt weird to see him schlumped over your thigh, snoring--which felt weird but eh, its just II being II

After you found out what he was, you jokingly called him a "catboy"

The weird stare off lasted a solid minute

II was a little weirded out by the fact that you were unphased by your reaction to him telling you that he is a LITERAL monster

III

WEREWOLF

sorry if you thought he was going to be some big strong werewolf man--he has the personality of a golden retriever

Needs hugs (SHOW HIM SOME AFFECTION LIKE 24/7 PLS HE NEEDS IT)

VERY ENERGETIC

Fuckin loves running around like a maniac with you on off-days or even after a show

You still wonder how he has the energy to do stuff after bouncing about and toying with Vessel on stage

Will NOT hesitate on making a scene if it looks like someone is harassing you

Will (attempt) stop the ENTIRE SHOW and jump down into the crowd and shove them

if he can't, well--let's just say that he had a very unpleasant snack that night

Comes back acting as if nothing happened

IV

FAE

very chill (as per usual)

loves to dance around

you came home to him jamming out on his own and all of your seemingly dying house plants started living again

(Bro forgot he can do that 💀)

will dance with you until the middle of the night (goblin behavior but we love him fr)

loves taking you to botanical gardens

can't stop bringing you flowers (like no he really can't stop, it almost a problem)

another hugger (you want to hug him--you NEED TO)

[hardstraykidshours]

So I keep seeing myself sitting on Chan's lap after a nice shower and my wet hair tickling his face

nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

omg??? this idea? this idea?? like holy shit i need this in my life literally right now.

no bc fr now all i can imagine now is showering at chan's apartment while he hangs out in his room working on music

he initially said he would join you in a minute, but he got so wrapped up in this one part of a song he was working on he didn't realize how much time had passed

so when you're done with your shower you join him in his room, climbing up into his chair to straddle his lap in nothing but your towel

when he realizes you're done with the shower he immediately starts apologizing for losing track of time, but you silence him with a kiss and tell him you're just gonna hang out with him while he keeps working

you do let him keep working, but you pester him the whole time, peppering kisses across his face and shoulders, your wet hair constantly brushing across his chest or tickling him in the face every time you moved

every time he tries to touch you or kiss you back, you brush him off and gently scold him, telling him to ignore you and focus on his work

he tries to listen to you, he really does

but then your kisses start to linger longer and longer on his neck

there's just something about the combination of your cold, wet hair brushing against his skin and the warmth of your mouth and tongue that makes him lose all sense of reality

not to mention the fact that his partner is literally straddling him while completely naked sans a small towel

it's not long before he loses all focus on his work and ends up with you riding him in his chair until he takes over and fucks you senseless across his desk

here's to hoping i can dream about this tonight. thank you lovely anon for blessing us all with this absolutely excellent thought.

❤️ abbie & courtney

[josephquinnswhore]

Hiiii bub thank you soooo much for the request here’s another one I have (based on me)

TW: blood & commit and anxiety attack

May you please do a Pedro pascal x plus size reader where readers worst fear is blood and any time they see it the feel nauseous and go in to an anxiety attack. Basically I was sick last week and had the absolute worst tummy bug (I’m all better) and threw up so hard my nose bled that I almost passed out and had an anxiety attack. Basically do it based off what happen to me and if u can add Bella and Nico and Gabriela calling Pedro bc he is the only one to calm reader down from these panic attacks.

Thank you in advance

My Comfort

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem/Plus Size Reader!

Summary: you’re sick and Pedro’s called back from his luck to see you in a bad way.

Word Count: 2k

Content Warning: reader is sick, mentions of blood, panic attack, vomit.

Note: hi sun bun 🐰, I love you. We must be the same person fr cause I’ve been sick for over a month LMAO and I get so queasy when I see blood. UGH, hopefully this gives you what you need. I also throw up to the point where my throat bleeds lol it’s so fucked. 🫶🏼🥰 I made it pretty dramatic LOL. M sorry it’s short.

You told yourself you were fine, you could do the filming through the sickness. You were sipping on your water and drinking your raspberry flavoured hydralyte, even though it tasted like shit. Just to try and get yourself through the day, unable to tell yourself you’re not sick enough to show up for work. It was too important, it came before everything else in your life, well, almost everything. It was second in line to your boyfriend and co-worker, Pedro.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Just one more scene to shoot, then you can go home.” You chanted to yourself as you look in the mirror trying to convince yourself it to be true, thinking maybe if you said it aloud it would enforce some truth. Your face was losing colour with every passing minute, and the darkness around your eyes was a clear indication that everything was far from okay, that you were not okay.

But you felt guilty, you didn’t want to let the team down by going home and delaying the episode when you had one measly scene left to shoot, you may as well just tough it out and get through it as best you could. It would maybe take a couple hours at most, you could do that! Right? You started to doubt yourself at the way your limbs started to ache and feel heavy. It hurt to hold your head upright.

You turn on the tap to the cold water, letting the water gather into your cupped hands before you bring it to your face, the coolness is refreshing, you exhale a deep breath to try and relax, patting your face dry with some paper towel and throw it into the trash bin. You could do this. You couldn’t give up.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You don’t look so hot.” Gabriel sets a hand on your shoulder, his thick black eyebrows were nearly touching as he frowned, his dark brown eyes squinted with concern at one look of you, his hand feels like it weighs a tonne on your aching shoulder. “I-I mean you are, but, you know.” He gestures to you and you raise an eyebrow at him, you didn’t wanna have to deal with this right now-as much as you liked him.

“Dude shut it, are you okay?” Bella asks, her face strewn with concern for your well-being. You swallow your spit loudly, gulping down the clump that sits in your throat, feeling more ill with every passing second. “Um…I’m ok, I think.” you can’t decide what to say, unsure of whether you even believe your obvious and blatant lies. Bella looks to Nico and they know you’re lying, sharing a look of sympathy toward you, watching as you slightly sway as you stand still.

“Why don’t you just sit down for a second, have some water.” You nod to Nico, “thanks,” you mumble in agreement as she sets a gentle hand on your back, helping you sit, agreeing it’s a good idea. The bright lights of the set don’t help the ache in your head that’s contributing to your illness. Your eyes squint as your brain throbs at how bright it is, you blink harshly, trying to rid the ache that’s set in motion, the shadow of a headache you knew would grow into a migraine.

“Wouldn’t hurt to sit for five minutes.” You mumble in an unintelligible slur, as you feel a wave of nausea coming over you, it shakes your whole body to the core, the feeling settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. Your fingers grasp your bottle shakily with the hydralyte, desperate to rid your body of the nausea setting, but it wasn’t your bottle, and it wasn’t hydralyte. It was a bottle of soft drink, the fizz of the soda causes a rift in your stomach that feels like it’s about to explode. The feeling builds and builds until it feels like it’s going to erupt, from your mouth.

“Oh my god, someone get me a bucket.” You hunch over in your seat with one arm wrapped around your stomach, the other holding your hand over your mouth, the nausea rising up your throat that you have to swallow down the first time it attempts its exit because you would’ve just spewed all over the floor on set. You heave again, this time Gabriel is holding a bucket underneath your mouth, the taste of the liquid makes your stomach ache even though it barely has time to digest.

The same coloured liquid comes out as clear, mostly bile the first few times, until the stench of the contents in the bucket circulates through your nostrils and churns your stomach again, twisting until it shoots up your throat, this one hurt your throat badly, the sting it made coming out has you unable to breathe for a few seconds, your lash line full to the brim with unshed tears, coughing violently as someone rubs a hand along your back, trying to soothe you.

You feel something dribbling from your nose and you wipe it with the back of your hand, not caring how disgusting it would seem to anyone else. You expect to see snot or mucus on your hand associated with the tears brought to your eyes from the vomiting. To your surprise you see a bright red liquid, your blood was coating your hand in a rugged line on your hand, your nose was bleeding.

“Oh shit you’re bleeding.” Nico exclaims, panic evident in her voice, inspecting your nose and handing you a tissue, the blood filled the tissue within a few seconds, the flow from your nostril not giving up. You must’ve burst a blood vessel in your nostril with how it’s pouring out of you, you start to feel dizzy at the sight of how much blood you’re losing. You pull back the tissue and feel it leaking through the tissue, your fingertips were now stained red from how profusely it was bleeding.

It starts with your hands trembling, your body becomes stiff and you can hardly hear anyone around you. Your fingers are shaking that badly you drop the bloody tissue, your nose is now free bleeding all over you and your clothes. Your breaths are rugged and panicked. The ache in your neck causes it to fall, your whole body falling forward destined to hit the ground until Gabriel catches you, sitting you on the floor, lying you on your side.

“Call Pedro back from lunch, now. And get the damn medic.” Bella demands Gabriel who stands in a panic not knowing what to do, he rushes to get his phone and makes the call to Pedro, Nico rushes away to find the medic on set while Bella stays with you. She’s knelt down beside you, trying to pry you upright but your body is stiff and unmoving other than the small underlying tremble of your body.

The medic arrives first, she’s kneeling down beside Bella to look at you, eyeing the teenager in shock at the state of you. “Hey hun can you hear me? It’s Cas I’m here to help.” You feel a warm hand on your body as she rolls you onto your back, the ache from the touch alone causes you to whimper, your eyes are strewn shut at the brightness of the room, it was all too much, you just wanted Pedro.

She pulls out of her bag a cuff, to check your blood pressure, the tightening of the cuff on your arm was pleasantly satisfying, slightly grounding you with each notch of pressure that was released. “Okay, blood pressures a little low but nothing to be worried about. Just going to check your temperature sweetie.” She moves your arm, shoving a thermometer under your armpit and waits for it to beep. She checks it and purses her lips together on a thin line.

“Baby, oh my god is she okay?” Pedro kneels down next to you, his hands are holding your cheeks, cupped in his own large hands the warmth from them makes you sweat, a result of your ever rising temperature. “Is she okay?” Pedro asks Cas, she puts the thermometer away. “She had a reading of 39.2 degrees, she’s got a fever, not sure what’s causing it though.”

“Hey baby, hey can you hear me? It’s me baby I’m here.” You could barely find the strength in you to open your eyes, eyelids squinting to protect your eyes from the brightness of the room. “Hey.” You mutter, with the last of your strength you could muster before you fall unconscious.

-

Pedro’s leg is bouncing the whole time he’s sat in the chair beside your bed in the hospital. The beeping of the monitor keeping your reading would sometimes make a commotion in the event of a momentary spike in blood pressure, “it’s just trying to regulate itself.” The nurse offered, which didn’t make him feel any better.

“Mr Pascal, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Dr Wrent, we’ve been doing some tests on your girlfriend here today. We’ve come to find that she’s somehow contracted a deadly stomach bug, it’s rare but not unknown, we can give some anti biotics to take home and she should be fine within the week.” The doctor put your folder and hung it on the end of the bed, “by the way, make sure you enforce that she takes a break, tell her to stop working so hard.”

“Right, I’ll do that. Thanks for everything.” Pedro sunk back into his chair and waited for you to wake up, the small sandwich and juice from the cafeteria sitting unopened as you lie peacefully.

You start to stir right when Pedro feels his eyelids drooping, begging him to close so he can have a moments rest. He hears the shuffling before his brain has the chance to fully lull him into sleep, rustling around in the front of his mind to wake up, sending an alarm throughout his body that you were finally awake.

“God baby you’re awake. You scared the shit out of everyone you know that?” As if you hadn’t felt guilty enough, the worry on His face made it worse. You couldn’t look at him, avoidant in your stare towards him, looking quite literally elsewhere until he leaned over the bed and grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry baby- I didn’t mean,” he takes a deep breath before continuing. “We were worried about you, why didn’t you tell someone you weren’t feeling well?” You should’ve just done that to begin with you knew, but you were too stubborn.

“I just convinced myself I should do it, I didn’t want to disappoint anyone by delaying the season for one last scene.” Pedro’s hand caresses your hair, fingers gliding through your hair as he calms you. “From now on you put yourself forward okay? Promise me.”

You pull your bottom like between your teeth, enjoying the sting it brings when you bite down too hard, “okay, I promise.”

“I’m proud of you though, you saw that blood and didn’t die, soooo.” Pedro trails off with a small laugh and you groan and roll your eyes, shoving his arm. “Don’t remind me, that’s so embarrassing.”

Pedro stands from the bed, handing you a sandwich wrapped in a paper bag, “you know I think they’re gonna put a scene of you passing out in the show.” You stop feeling back the paper bag and look at him suspiciously, “they wouldn’t want to!”

He simply shrugs, “you didn’t hear that from me, now eat. Need my baby strong.” You unwrap and bite into the sandwich, it contained all your favourite fillings and you smile, stomach feeling settled and the ache of the emptiness was now gone as you’d managed to swallow some food. You’d sure learnt a valuable lesson; Gabriel is useless when it comes to emergency situations.

[the-kr8tor]

You don't have to respond to these at all, but I just wanted to give you some so maybe you'll feel a bit better and maybe it could take your mind off of things for a small while. I hope you're taking care of yourself, Katy<3. Daily Hobie HC! Before you moved in with him, the sleepovers you and Hobie would have, especially at his houseboat, where nothing less of interesting. Hobie always finds himself surprisingly tired out as soon as he flops onto the bed, and can tell you feel as equally drained as him after the day of baking random things you both find, tainting spare clothes with bleach, nerf gun fights. He drags your limp, yet somehow still conscious body under the covers with him, the blankets light since it was summer now. He could remember the first time you slept over around autumn, with the blankets slowly thickening as it went into winter, then thinning as spring rolled around. Hobie's arm snaked around your midsection, hearing you tiredly hum in appreciation as he pulls you closer. Hobie plants his face into your hair, taking in the smell of your shampoo as his chest presses gently against your back. He notices as you tiredly hand earbuds to him, playing some music to help lull him to sleep. Hobie takes them gratefully, pecking at your temple as you both eventually fall asleep. You've woken up in his bed, but Hobie isn't there. With a yawn, you flip to your other side, with Hobie sitting cross-legged on the floor. The floor, covered in multiple scattered studs and spikes, looks like a minefield, with the only clear part being where Hobie's flat ass is. He's in the middle of gluing the studs onto his leather jacket, making you wonder how much sleep he really got. Hobie turns around to look at your sleepy, confused face, chuckling. He reached out to you, teasing you and asking if you wanted to help him. Playing along, you huff out an indignant 'no' and retreat back under the covers. Hobie stands up, stretching out his back as his spine cracks loudly in response, before tiptoeing his way to you to avoid the studs. Maybe they were a bit like a minefield. As he tamps down a chuckle at the lump, which is your curled up body, his fingers wrap around the edge of the blanket, throwing it away and revealing you, turned away from him. Hobie climbs onto the bed, settling next to you as he begins to pepper kisses to your shoulder, his voice sickly sweet as your faux frown deepens and you scrunch up your nose. As he seems to relax into you, you quickly flip around, attempting (and failing) to playfully land a sparring hit. However, your 'war-cry' had unintentionally changed from a playful "HAH" to something that sounded like if Simba from the Lion King had a sore throat. Hobie blinks at you, stunned, before bursting out into laughter, quickly infecting you and causing you to begin laughing as well. He watches as you dramatically sigh in defeat, opening your arms for him to slide himself right in between the free slot, which he definitely didn't pass the up opportunity on doing so. Hobie rested his forehead against yours, just soaking in the close proximity and perfect temperature before you two could barely touch each other without getting too hot. -🐦‍⬛

Thank you, my love ❤️ this helped a lot! And dw I'm taking care of myself 🫶

Daily Hobie HC ❤️

Oh this got me yearning HARD (I need him so bad)

"where Hobie's flat ass is" this made me choke fr 🤣🤣🤣

Are u in my walls lovely? Bc I have a fic coming up in a few minutes where it has the same vibe as this one!

[tacosarehappiness]

The Little Wildflower

This is a short story of how my oc, a drow called Saevel, met his so Iliana 😭💔🖤

Disclaimer: I gotta stop writing and uploading from my phone fr. I am sorry for any mistakes you may (surely will) find😭 I know very little of drow society and this is a fanfic so pls don’t take it too seriously. Hopefully I’ll upload soon Saevel’s backstory to shed some light on his personality. Also please, PLEASE check the warnings. There are subjects here that might be triggering. Also, obviously MDNI. Text divider by @wethairjoel

Warnings: mention of violence, blood, non con, SA.

Saevel had met Iliana while passing through a small village. She had a little stall where she sold some herbs and food provisions. She had a sad and slightly hopeless look. Saevel had noticed that ibliths avoided contact with her. He was intrigued. What had this lovely little human done to be rejected like this?

He walked towards the little stall, gold at the ready to get some provisions. He also prepared himself for her reaction upon seeing him and although he had grown used to such reactions, he found himself hoping that she would be different.

He approached silently and stood in front of her stall, pretending to check through the herbs and food, as if he didn’t already know what she sold after observing her for the last hour. She seemed to sell goods she could forage or hunt in the nearby woods.

Iliana seemed absent and lost in thought, hopeless that anyone would approach, no one ever did. Saevel cleared his throat softly to make his presence known and braced himself for the look of fear and disgust he’d get from this lovely looking human woman.

Startled, Iliana looked up and saw a lean tall man with broad shoulders. His ashen complexion did not make her recoil in fear, all she felt was fascination. A drow? What is a drow doing in a human village? Her eyes were drawn to his and she gasped, they were completely black and only seemed to heighten his exotic beauty in her eyes.

“H-hello. W-what would y-you like to buy?” She seemed to make herself smaller with shyness but surprisingly he did not perceive any of the fear or disgust he’d expected to see in her eyes. Saevel gave her a soft crooked smile “I’ll have these berries, some mint and that hare over there”

Iliana seemed to be entranced by the low and alluring timbre of his voice, still staring in awe. Saevel smiled a little wider and held her stare intensely , which seemed to snap her out of it. She hurriedly packed the provisions for Saevel and while she thought he wasn’t looking, she added a small white wildflower.

He took the provisions he didn’t really need and gave her more gold than necessary. Before she could protest, he left. As he walked away towards the woods, he thought about her peculiar reaction. He usually didn’t care about iblithts’ reactions to him. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed them. But this woman had moved something deep within him.

By the time he reached a good camping spot in the outskirts of the village, the sky seemed to have darkened. Saevel began setting camp and after lighting a small fire, he decided to take a look at the provisions he’d gotten from the woman. As he grabbed some berries to snack on, he noticed a white wildflower. He took it delicately and smiled at it. He thought it was like her, small, beautiful, fragile. He wanted to see her again.

Saevel found that he didn’t mind the idea of bringing her gifts for her kindness. Always uncaring of ibliths and their treatment, but she was different. She was lovely with her tanned complexion, her sweet pale green eyes framed by a myriad of freckles. Her full beautiful lips soft and with a light darker tint to them. The scar that ran across her nose, starting from her right cheek did not lessen her quiet beauty, quite the opposite, it seemed to elevate it. Though it did make him wonder what had caused such scarring in the first place. He felt angry that something or someone would dare touch a creature so delicate and beautiful as her.

He knew her situation was somehow dire, he’d seen the dark circles around her lovely eyes. Her clothes were worn and full of holes. Her cheekbones unnaturally prominent. He felt the need to help her, he wanted to know how she looked like when she smiled. Come the morrow he knew he’d bring her gifts. He’d hunt for a deer, buy some vegetables, give her some more gold.

As he finished his berries, he heard a scream. Curious he brought himself up and ever so quietly approached the source of the scream. He heard a struggle and as he approached, he saw a male iblith trying to force himself on a woman. “Fucking beast” he thought. He approached the man silently in the cover of the night. Saevel smiled at the idea of burning him slowly, starting from that pitiful disgusting worm he dared called a dick.

The man seemed to have punched the woman in the face and on her sides, only stopping to tear her clothes to reveal her body to his filthy gaze. She whimpered but didn’t surrender. Oh Saevel would have fun killing him. As he got closer, the man began talking to the helpless woman underneath him “Such a fucking whore consorting with dirty drow! I’ll remind you what a real man’s cock feels like and you’ll end up begging for more”

Saevel had nearly run towards struggle after hearing the man’s words. Not caring about catching him by surprise. He knew who the woman was now. He was still incredibly silent and agile in his movements, that beast of a man could not have heard or seen him with his limited senses. Saevel pulled him from the woman who had intrigued him so. His rage making him forget how slowly he’d planned to kill him.

Before he could plunge his dagger repeatedly into that sack of shit, the woman stopped him “WAIT!” Saevel turned to her in disbelief. Wait? Was this pile of excrement something to her? Was she so kind she’d want to save him? Was she truly such a fool? She approached Saevel wobbling slightly. Blood running down her cracked nose and her lips.

The short woman extended her hand towards Saevel’s. She wanted the dagger. He smiled deviously and handed her the dagger. He held the man as in offering to her. She stabbed the iblith once then twice and more times. Saevel’s dagger landed on the man’s face, torso and pelvis. She was lost in a frenzy. Tears running down her face, snarling and whimpering as the dagger connected with her tormentor’s body.

She hadn’t even been able to voice any words in anger or in pain. Just her quiet rage and suffering. Her movements were now weak and slower as the adrenaline faded away. Saevel grabbed her wrist and dropped the man. She looked at him with defiance and anger. “If you continue, you will hurt yourself further.” He said gently as he directed his eyes briefly to her hand.

She handed him the blade and without it, her strength seemed to leave her, her knees wobbled causing her to fall, but before she touched the ground, Saevel held her and slowly he brought both him and her to the ground. She grabbed onto him, wailing, hiding her face on his chest. He brought her closer and held her, cupping her head gently. He wanted to bring that bag of shit back to life just so he could kill it again.

Saevel stayed with her like that for a while, comforting her in silence, wishing she could draw strength from him. When she was no longer sobbing and seemed to have come back to herself, Saevel spoke “We need to move. I have a camp nearby. I can treat your wounds and feed you there.” He said as he looked down. She nodded, still unable to say anything. “I am going to need to carry you. I give you my word that I will not hurt you” She just nestled against him closer and something about her silent trust and vulnerability twisted something in his heart.

He lifted her with care, and walked in silence towards his camp. He was furious, her own people seemed to reject her but also abuse her. That wasn’t new to him, he knew what it was like to be hunted by his own people too. This man seemed to have found the perfect excuse to force himself upon her and it had been Saevel. He should burn the whole village down.

As they got to the camp, Saevel tried to place her by the fire carefully but she wouldn’t let go. Gently he tapped on her arms “I need to get salves. It won’t take me a minute”. Hesitantly she released him. Her body hurt. Her face, her torso, her right hand, her legs. New tears fell down her face.

Saevel came back from his tent with salves, wraps, water, a blanket and a potion that would hopefully numb some of her pain. She seemed entranced by the fire as he put these things on the ground and then placed the blanket on her shoulders. “I will begin with your hand, some of the bone has caused small cuts.” She didn’t answer, she just let him grab her hand, clean it and treat it with salve. She hissed occasionally and he would stop and look at her, only continuing after she nodded slightly.

Once he was done with her hand, he moved closer to inspect her face. He’d have to adjust her nose. Luckily her busted lip didn’t need any stitches. He didn’t want to bring her any pain. “I will have to adjust your nose, it will hurt but it is necessary, otherwise you’ll have difficulty breathing and it’ll hurt more.” Again she nodded without looking at him and as he knelt before her, she placed her hands on his sides. Her eyes were closed but she gave him a quick nod, indicating she was ready.

Saevel quickly adjusted her nose and cleaned her busted lip. She kept her eyes closed as some fresh tears fell from them. He was moved at how she’d held up in silence, never uttering one complain at the pain she was in. When he moved away, she wrapped herself in the blanket he’d placed on her shoulders. Still not looking at him, just focusing on the fire. “I need to check the rest of you for other injuries.” She didn’t move. “If you have any cuts and they get infected, it could be very dangerous. Know that I will not touch anywhere you don’t want me to.”

She looked away and parted the blanket. He’d seen the man tear her clothes apart. Those rags doing nothing to cover her, only hanging in random places. He avoided having his gaze linger longer than necessary and quickly gave her a once over. Her sides were bruised, as well as her arms. The skin of her inner thighs had been slightly torn and bled slightly. He reached for pieces of wrappings and wet them with some water. “the skin on your thighs is slightly torn. Take this and clean it. Use this salve after. Be gentle.”

She grabbed the wrapping from him and only began cleaning when she saw he walked away towards his tent. She couldn’t look at him, the shame she felt burnt too hot. The salve relieved some of the pain only to burn slightly afterwards. She realized she didn’t have more wrappings for her thighs. As she looked around, it didn’t take her long to find the extra wrappings he’d left next to her. Carefully she used them on her thighs.

He’d been in his tent some time now, she realized it was to give her some sense of privacy as she treated her wounds. She was moved by his gesture and more tears fell down her face. After a few moments he came back out from his tent, more things on his arms. He sat close enough to her so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable and reached out. “Here, you can use this shirt and these briefs, they might be too big but we can adjust them, if you want. I’ll go get some more water, you can change here or in the tent, wherever you are more comfortable. If you need any help moving, just call to me” as he stood up he realized he hadn’t shared his name. “My name is Saevel. I’ll be close by”

She heard him walk away and go through some bushes and she knew he’d done it so she could hear him. Thankful she took her time removing the remaining rags on her body and putting on his shirt. The smell coming from it bringing her comfort. She tried to stand but she felt weak and she was in pain. She wouldn’t call to him, she’d already bothered too much, taken too much. Some minutes passed and she heard Saevel come back.

He noticed the unfolded briefs next to her and realized she probably hadn’t been able to put them on. Patiently and gently he approached her “would you like some help with the briefs?.” Again she nodded, looking away in pain and shame. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and softly and effortlessly lifted her up. Her hurt hand didn’t seem to be cooperating so he grabbed the other side of the briefs and leant down to help her.

Once the briefs were on, he carried her and placed her down on the entrance of his tent. She saw him walk towards the spot where she’d been sitting and take some things she hadn’t even notice, back to her.

He sat down, giving her some distance and placed food and water in front of her. She was hungry and exhausted. She was hurt and ashamed. And she was deeply moved by the kindness of this beautiful stranger called Saevel.

When she took the first bite of bread, she began sobbing. Unable to control herself. She cried not because of the abuse or her injuries. She cried because she’d never been treated with such kindness and gentleness. She cried because she felt underserving and ashamed. She cried because she knew that after he left, she’d have to keep on living a life full of pain with the memory of his gentle touch.

Saevel couldn’t help but draw closer and hold her in his arms. His warmth seeping through her bones. He held her until no tears seemed to be able to fall from her eyes and her breathing evened out. They dined in silence looking at the fire, listening to the calming sounds of the woods. As they finished, Saevel began cleaning up “I prepared the bedroll in the tent for you, you should try and get some sleep.” She decided to look at him, it would be the last time. She knew that when she woke up, he’d be gone.

He was so beautiful and strong. She knew his handsome face would be etched on her memories until her final days. She’d think of him first thing in the morning and last before sleeping. She knew she’d draw whatever strength she could from his memory to keep on living. She’d keep him in her mind to bring her peace and in her heart to give her soundness. She only hoped that he wouldn’t remember her as a pitiful human. “My name is Iliana” she said almost too quietly, despair etched on her face.

Saevel smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. “Iliana” he made her sound glorious, as if it was a prayer to the highest forces of this world. “If you need anything, call to me.” She nodded and after a moment she turned around and crawled into the tent, finding the bedroll opened and ready. Surrounded by his smell and full of thoughts of him, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Iliana was awoken by a tantalizing smell. As she sat up, she groaned in pain and discomfort. Ignoring her body’s protests, she crawled up outside the tent and found Saevel cooking breakfast. Judging by the sky coloring, it was still very early. “Ah, I was about to wake you. I apologize but we have to get ready and leave soon if we want to make it to the next town before evening. It is not far, don’t worry”

Iliana was shocked, she gulped. “W-we?” Saevel nodded, his eyes now a little defensive. Maybe she was afraid of him after all. “You shouldn’t stay Iliana. I thought… I thought maybe you could join me in my travels until you find a place where you’d like to stay. A place where you can start anew”. Iliana gasped. He had not left her. He wanted to help her, have her join him even knowing she’d slow him down.

“I-I’ll slow you down. I can’t pay you, I…” Saevel approached with a warm plate. It smelled so good, her mouth watered “I don’t need payment and I am not in a hurry.” He smiled softly. He went back to the fire to get his own food and sat next to her and as they both ate in silence Iliana couldn’t help but think about his words. He wanted her to join him, find a place where she could start a new life.

After they finished eating he stood to clean up and handed her a potion for the pain and to help her recover. She watched him pack the tent, the supplies and gather some stuff they’d probably need. As she observed him, she realized that she had already found where she wanted to start her new life. It was with him, by his side

[luv4fandoms]

Most definitely (Bill S.Preston x Fem!Reader)

Ok so go easy on me, I've never actually sat down and watched Bill and Ted before (I just remember scenes in passing when I was a kid and my bros would watch it. But I'm trying to practice (I also need to just sit down and watch it fr lol) . I saw this writing prompt and my brain immediately thought of this, but yeah, the slag for them is a bit difficult for me lol.

Also I pictured the girl to be kinda like Wednesday, and her friend like Enid, Idk why lol.

Word count: 1,321

Pairing: BillxFem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking?

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You didn't even know why you came to this party, other than the fact that your best friend in the whole world F/N was dragging you along. You both had recently moved to San Dimas after graduation, your parents wanting a change in scenery and her dad getting a better job. Though you did live a little ways away from each other, at least it wasn't the thousands of miles you were terrified of at first when her parents said they would be going. Really though it was lucky that your mom and her mom had been besties since high school and couldn't stand to be apart. 

But back to the overly atrocious party that you had stepped foot in. It wouldn't have been bad if there had been at least good music you supposed, but come on, where was the Motorhead? The Metallica? The Van Halen?! All there was were drunks, newly graduated teens jumping around with cups of clearly spiked punch, either seeing how stupid they could be, or how far down each other's throats they could stick their tongues.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea" you spoke, look around, luckily not spotting anyone you knew from your short time living here.

"Oh come on! Live a little!" Your friend yelled over the music as she pulled you further along. 

"I'd rather die a quiet death," you told her,but let her lead you nonetheless. Though a little ways into her walking, she stopped.

"Hey, isn’t that the ‘super hot’ neighbor you were rambling about having a crush on earlier, over there?” she asked with a shit eating grin, causing your eyes to widen..please no.

"What?! Please say psych!"

"No I’m serious, look." You followed her line of sight towards the kitchen, easily finding the curly blonde locks of, indeed, your 'super hot' neighbor you had rambled about any and every time you talked to F/N.

"..Fuck" you breathed. You couldn't help it really, he wasn't like any guy you had ever seen before, it was like he was a Greek God walking amongst humans. Or an angel sent to Earth. You had never actually spoken to him, just little hesitant waves between you both, you didn't know what you would even say to him if you talked, or if you would be able to. His friend was far more chatty, that was the only reason you knew his name was Bill, because Ted had stopped to talk to you before heading into Bill's house. He told you they had a band, and you should come by sometime to hear them play, an offer you never had the guts to take him up on. Sometimes you really hated being shy, sometimes you really wished you were as outgoing as F/N, the social butterfly..Instead of the goth moth.

"I mean they do clean up pretty ni- Wait, where are you going? We just got here." F/N spoke, quickly catching up with you.

"Home! I only agreed to this because you said no one would know me here!" You stated, almost to the door when.

"Most bodacious neighbor babe!" Ted's voice rang out, causing you to stop just as your hand touched the doorknob.

"Are you already leaving? So not cool" he stated while throwing his arm over your shoulder.

"..Ah.."

"We actually just got here" F/N spoke up, causing you and Ted to look at her, his eyes widening.

"Whoa" he breathed while taking her in.

"You must be Ted" she smiled, before, to your dismay, adding.

"Y/N has told me about you"

"You talked about me?" Ted smiled.

"You and Bill" she added, smiling while you glared at her.

"Bill is here as well, come on! He will be most pleased to see you!" Ted spoke excitedly as he pulled you along, arm still over your shoulder while F/N followed behind. He led you to the kitchen area, calling out to Bill once he spotted him.

"Bill! Look at the bodacious babes that I found" you watched Bill turn around, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled, giving you a wave.

"Neighbor babe" he spoke, though you noticed the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

"Hey Bill" you waved back, trying not to get lost in his hazel gaze.

"Ah this is F/N" you stated, gesturing to your friend who happily waved.

"Very nice to meet the infamous Bill S. Preston" 

"How did you-" 

"F/N isn't this like, your favorite song?" You asked quickly, turning to her as you tried not to murder her. 

"Oh my God it is!" She smiled, before turning to Ted.

"Wanna dance cutie?"

"Most definitely!" He smiled, letting her lead him to the dance floor and giving a thumbs up to Bill, who gave one back.

"They will make a cute couple" you spoke, mainly to yourself, but Bill heard.

"He is her type?" He asked, and you turned to look at him.

"How did Ted say it? Most definitely!" you told him, cracking a smile when he laughed at your impression.

"Hey, you actually do smile" he stated, causing your smile to fall.

"No wait-I didn't-I mean you don't have to smile if you don't want to-it would just be most heinous if you didn't smile-what I mean to say is you have a most beautiful smile" he rambled, the pink growing darker.

"Oh…Thank you" you spoke, your own blush darkening your cheeks.

"Hey, can I ask you something"

"Sure"

"How did your friend know who I was?"

"Oh…I'm not sure" you replied, watching as he nodded, looking off to the side with a slightly sad look on his face, dammit. He looked over at you when he heard you sigh, your eyes trained on the punch bowl.

"I…may have mentioned you in passing" you stated, trying to play it cool, noticing his smile return from the corner of your eye.

"Really?"

"Maybe"

"A most bodacious babe like you?"

"I wouldn't consider myself a bodacious babe" 

"I would" you looked up at him, his eyes shining as he smiled at you, dang it why was his smile so contagious? Looking back at the punch bowl you groaned when another song came on.

"Would it kill them to play Black Sabbath every now and then?" You watched Bill's head snap back to you, having looked out at Ted and your friend.

"What?"

"Or Megadeth? Def Leppard? ACDC? Ratt? Anything!" You stressed, before looking over at Bill, and instantly your blushed darkened even more, because you had never been looked at like that before, not like how you usually look at him.

"Not only are you the most bodacious babe I have ever met, but I'm pretty sure you were the most excellent angel in heaven" he smiled at you, only grinning bigger when you giggled, that was definitely a sound he could get used to.

"Is this where you ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?" You asked.

"Did it?" 

"No, but I did scrape my knees crawling out of hell" you replied, earning a laugh from him this time.

"That was the most excellent comeback"

"Do you maybe-wanna go out sometime?" He asked after a moment, and you swore your heart went into overdrive, your brain telling you to keep your cool.

"Yeah" you nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely" you smiled.

So there it is! Like I said, I definitely need to practice more lol. But yeah idk I think it would be hilarious to see these two with girls like this.

[azucarmorena97]

𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓛𝓾𝓿…🍬|| BTS Reactions to Having a Plus Size GF

Love is beautiful in any and every form- and your form is his absolute favorite ;)

Makae Line coming soon <3

Jin

Absolutely ADORES your body, cannot stop touching you

Pokes your stomach incessantly, as it's his favorite part

will always choose staying home and stuffing his face with you over going anywhere else

Will stab anyone who makes fun of your weight protective

loves to reenact Lady and the Tramp whenever you guys eat noodles

"I made us some noodles, my love," He says, carefully walking over your bowls to the table. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry." He stares at you for a long while, bowls still in hand, an irritated expression on his face, "Then what did I do all this for?" "I didn't ask for you to make me noodles," You laugh. He puts the bowls down and then takes chop sticks out of this pocket, "Stop talking nonsense. Eat."

2.) Suga

hates when you insult yourself

thinks it's cute when you try to wear his t-shirts and they make you look like a sexy Winnie the Pooh

likes to randomly pinch your stomach when you're cuddling

Isn't as expressive with words

praises your body with his tongue

"Ugh, for ONCE I want to be able to wear you clothes without feeling like burrito busting out the foil," You groan, glaring at your reflection. He rolls his eyes, though admittedly it does cause him to chuckle a bit, "Oh stop." He comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. He takes in the way your beautiful curves fill out his shirt- he especially loves how it looks paired with only those pretty little panties. Without another word, he kisses your neck; gently at first, but as soon as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access, it's a wrap.

3.) Jhope

Will not let you walk by him without smacking your ass

Loves your confidence and your massive thighs big heart

Put a mochi emoji next to your name LOL

keeps a photo of you in his wallet

loves every square inch of you

He leans back, eyes fixed on you as you focus on your reflection while you put in your earrings. Everything about you looks absolutely right tonight. "Baby, can you help zip me up?" You ask, turning your back to him. "With pleasure," He says. You press your boobs up higher to help the zipper a bit, sucking it in a bit as well. Once its all the way up, you're able to relax and smooth out the dress. "Oh yeah- this dress was a good choice," You say, turning sideways in the mirror to check out your ass. "Hell yeah it was," He says, runnings his hand down your back and then letting it trail down to your butt, "I might just keep you in this room to myself for the rest of the night."

4.) Namjoon

Never had the opportunity to date a plus sized girl before you (see below)

addicted

instant attraction from the moment he met you

attracted to your confidence and the way you carry yourself- like you're really THAT girl.

would throw hands for you fr

You wrap the towel tightly around your body, careful to tuck the top in so it doesn't fall as you walk around the room gathering everything you need to get ready for bed. "'Joon, can you pass me the shea butter from that drawer over there?" You ask, sitting down on the corner of the bed. "Of course," He says, his voice sounding giddy, "Can I do it?" "Why?" You laugh, watching him excitedly approach you with the the shea butter. "Come on, just say yes." "Alright, go ahead." He gets on one knee in front of you, dipping his finger in the butter and then rubbing it between his hands to melt it. You stare down at him, a sense of power rushing over you as you lift your leg and rest it on his shoulder. He looks over at your thigh, bottom lip falling open slightly. He begins rubbing the shea butter up and down, making sure to coat every single inch, though after a few moments he can't contain himself as he begins peppering your inner thigh with kisses. He's absolutely hooked.