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gloriousmonsters · 4 months ago
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'which hazbin character do you think least/most deserves Hell' well personally i think we're coming at this story from fundamentally different angles
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xxsunoosprincess · 8 months ago
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hi, can i reqs enha reaction to waking up with their back all scratched up after a long night with their s/o?
back to my regularly scheduled content 😋 absolutely delicious request
Enhypen’s reaction to seeing the marks you left on their back. (OT6)
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pairings: enhypen legal line x reader
warnings, 18+, minors DNI, mentions of sex, handjobs, and marking
Heeseung
Shy baby…. doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want you to feel bad (and also secretly wants you to do it again). When you wake up he is fully dressed and sitting in bed, back facing away from you which is weird. He’s never awake this early and is he watching you sleep?? Can’t pry what’s wrong out of him so you end up wrestling him down and flipping up his shirt, exposing the marks (and making his cock throb). Repeated tells you it’s not a big deal but walks around with his shirt tucked in like a dork just in case anyone else tries to pull a fast one on him.
Jay
Loves that shit. Type of boyfie that sends you $200 to get your nails done all pretty. Taking care of you is his top priority!! Plus, he loves the way a nice manicure looks when you have your hands wrapped around his cock. He can also feel the scratch marks you leave down his back that much better with a nice set of acrylics. When he catches sight of them in the morning, you will have another “investment” sitting in your bank account immediately.
Jake
Shakes you awake after he takes a shower and the body wash packs an extra sting. Once he has you up and sufficiently panicked… “It’s important, wake up!!” Is not the most delicate way to wake up your partner… he pulls off his shirt and flips over to show you the damage. Thinks he has a rash at first, but it doesn’t take much to deduce what the red lines running down his back are from. Once you tell him, he switches to “Look what you did to me! You wild animal!” all whiny and rosey cheeked. Makes you kiss it better.
Sunghoon
Likes it and makes sure everyone knows about it. “Oh these? Y/n was over last night” cue groans from the other members. After that they stop asking but he makes sure they are visible. Will probably even ask you to do it again and leave marks along his shirt line so they “accidentally” show. And when you do, he makes sure to reward you with an extra nice pounding that night <3
Sunoo
Sweet blushing baby!! He sees it in the mirror while doing his morning skincare and shrieks. It obviously attracts the attention of everyone in the dorm, but he runs back to his room with his shirt clutched to his chest and back pressed against the wall. He finally slips into the room and sees you sitting up in bed, clearly just awoken by the chaos happening behind the door. Jeers of “damn Sunoo I didn’t know you were a freak like that!” from Jake as he turns around to show you what all the commotion was about sends you into your own fit of laughter.
Jungwon
The first time it happened he didn’t even notice. Goes about his day until he is at dance practice and is getting sweaty so he takes his shirt off. Sunoo’s scandalized gasp is all he heard before a shirt is thrown at his face with a hissed “are you crazy? what if the managers see?”. Oops. Not so secretly happy about it. Now he walks around the dorms shirtless after a romp with you in the sheets just so he can show off a bit.
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a/n: short lil thang to get back into the swing of things after everything that went down today. Good lord… thinking about getting two requests out tonight to make up for deleting last nights :( also reminder that requests are open for 100 follower event!! anyways, hope you enjoy! xx - princess
taglist: @sunoofairyofsass @cha0thicpisces (fill out form or dm to be added)
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gibberishfangirl · 5 months ago
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Hello! I'd like to request Bofurin (and anyone else if you'd like) with reader who's very feminine
Pink dresses, bows everywhere, sunshine energy.. You get it
WIND BREAKER | dating the coquette girly
Synopsis ✰ head cannons of the boys dating a girly coquette sunshine girl who is aesthetically pleasing
Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Mitsuki Kiryu, Toma Higari, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama
Contains ✰ sfw! boys being mesmerized, cute content of them admiring your style
★ a/n <3 : I LOVE THIS. i love all my cute girly girls out there. i envisioned a coquette aesthetic/style when i first saw your request so i ran with it! hope you don’t mind and this is what you were also thinking <3 ★
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Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 your style makes him more bashful
𝜗𝜚 he’s very protective over you
𝜗𝜚 fights off any creeps whose eyes linger on you for too long
𝜗𝜚 “stop staring, it’s creepy.”
𝜗𝜚 loves how nice, gentle, and optimistic you are
𝜗𝜚 you’re the only person he has photos of saved onto his phone
𝜗𝜚 blushes and stares at his phone for hours whenever you send him selfies
𝜗𝜚 “what are you looking at Sakura?” “nothing!”
𝜗𝜚 such a shy blushing mess whenever you happen to wear sundresses or short skirts
𝜗𝜚 on guard 24/7 wanting to make sure no one else is looking at you inappropriately
𝜗𝜚 his favorite season quickly becomes spring since it reminds him of you
𝜗𝜚 secretly loves whenever you take his phone and snap cute selfies of yourself (he constantly has a new wallpaper because of this)
𝜗𝜚 100% gets teased by his friends for having so many photos of you
Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 matches your energy perfectlyy
𝜗𝜚 you two bounce off each other so well
𝜗𝜚 loves how cute you are
𝜗𝜚 literally plants flowers that remind him of you
𝜗𝜚 loves to take pics of you with his plants (hello?? pics of his favorite things on earth together? consider him obsessed)
𝜗𝜚 he’s obsessed with you
𝜗𝜚 loves to show all the cute photos he has of you to his friends
𝜗𝜚 bro is literally kicking his feet and giggling over you
𝜗𝜚 his mood instantly gets better with you around
𝜗𝜚 is even happier once he finds out you and Kotoha get along
𝜗𝜚 strongly convinced that he will marry you in the future
𝜗𝜚 tempted to propose now
𝜗𝜚 loves to watch you get ready and do cute hairstyles on yourself
𝜗𝜚 learns how to do ponytails so he can help you with your little half up half down pigtail hair-do’s (hopefully i made that make sense LOL sorry if i didn’t)
𝜗𝜚 you can practically see heart shapes in his eyes whenever he looks at you
Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 fell in love at first sight
𝜗𝜚 he was star struck when he first saw you
𝜗𝜚 you’re literally his ideal type
𝜗𝜚 loves how pleasing you are to look at and be around
𝜗𝜚 has a hard time believing you’re real
𝜗𝜚 100000% will let you put bows in his hair
𝜗𝜚 keeps a close eye on you since he doesn’t want you to get bothered by anyone
𝜗𝜚 takes you on the cutest dates ever
𝜗𝜚 takes the cutest pics of you during your dates
𝜗𝜚 will ask you to send him selfies everyday
𝜗𝜚 his social media accounts are basically fan accounts of you
𝜗𝜚 sweetest couple alive
𝜗𝜚 your gentle energy matches well with his
𝜗𝜚 is slightly taken back by how genuine you are (in a good way)
𝜗𝜚 has the urge to protect you from the world
𝜗𝜚 constantly thinks about how lucky he was to cross paths with you and be your boyfriend
Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 being the fashionista he is, he loves your outfits
𝜗𝜚 is in love with the aesthetic and totally gets the picture
𝜗𝜚 will help you plan out your outfits on facetime
𝜗𝜚 still can’t fathom why someone like you would choose someone like him
𝜗𝜚 feels lucky you to have you and never takes you for granted
𝜗𝜚 he always assumed someone as cute as you would go for a guy more like Suo or Kiryu, so he feels special that you wanted him
𝜗𝜚 loves to go shopping with you
𝜗𝜚 buys any cute item he sees because it reminds him of you
𝜗𝜚 expect him to gift you tons of things due to that
𝜗𝜚 “here i got you this because it made me think of you!” (CUTEST BOY)
𝜗𝜚 will always defend you if anyone says anything
𝜗𝜚 literally becomes your personal photographer
𝜗𝜚 you guys are such couple goals on social media
𝜗𝜚 blushes whenever you’re very caring towards him
𝜗𝜚 you help boost his confidence since you always have so many positive things to say about him
Mitsuki Kiryu ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 have you seen this man? he lovesss your style
𝜗𝜚 thinks you’re the most precious thing to ever exist
𝜗𝜚 he loves to hold your hand in public and show you off
𝜗𝜚 spends most of his day resting his cheek on his hand while admiring your cuteness
𝜗𝜚 will match with you if you ask
𝜗𝜚 will twirl you around so he can watch your cute dresses/skirts flow in the air
𝜗𝜚 brags about how cute his girlfriend is to others
𝜗𝜚 compliments you whenever he has the chance
𝜗𝜚 takes so many pictures of you
𝜗𝜚 his phone screen is definitely a photo of you dressed up all cute in a field of flowers
𝜗𝜚 loves to fix up the bows in your hair
𝜗𝜚 won’t mind if you ever ask to put a bow on him
𝜗𝜚 both you share love for the color pink
𝜗𝜚 loves it when you sit on his lap during hang outs so everyone knows your his
𝜗𝜚 of course no one is surprised to find out how adorable Kiryu’s girlfriend is
Toma Higari ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 he’s very shy about how polar opposites you two look
𝜗𝜚 no one really saw you two coming
𝜗𝜚 you’re like a breath of fresh air to him
𝜗𝜚 loves how peaceful you are in comparison to his chaotic lifestyle
𝜗𝜚 you live in bliss as your boyfriend practically scares off anyone from messing with you
𝜗𝜚 feels refreshed being around you
𝜗𝜚 seriously you’re like a glass of cool water on a hot day to him that’s how much you affect him
𝜗𝜚 loves how caring you are about him and those around you
𝜗𝜚 your hopeful attitude rubs off on him after hanging out with you consistently
𝜗𝜚 definitely has a problem with anyone who makes any weird or sly comments about you or your relationship with him
𝜗𝜚 has no problem defending you in any case
𝜗𝜚 gets very flustered by your wardrobe choices at times
𝜗𝜚 might want you to change sometimes if your skirt is too short
𝜗𝜚 will consider beating up any guy who looks at you
Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 he’s a sly dog
𝜗𝜚 100% checks you out when you’re not looking (hell, he’s doing that even if you’re looking)
𝜗𝜚 loves how dainty and delicate you look in comparison to him
𝜗𝜚 he’s all over you 24/7 even if it’s just casually hugging you from behind
𝜗𝜚 definitely makes sure everyone knows your his girl
𝜗𝜚 very protective over you
𝜗𝜚 won’t be afraid to check anyone if they’re being inappropriate towards you
𝜗𝜚 finds you very sweet for being so nice to him and being very considerate of him
𝜗𝜚 ruins your outfits by making you wear his jacket over them
𝜗𝜚 he thinks his jacket makes you look cuter with the way it swallows you
𝜗𝜚 makes you wear his jacket because it shows to others you’re his and it makes people back off
𝜗𝜚 encourages your clothing choices
𝜗𝜚 “wear whatever you want, i can fight.” (HEAVY ON THIS ENERGY)
Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩
𝜗𝜚 has the same “wear whatever you want, i can fight.” energy
𝜗𝜚 be careful, he will literally beat anyone into a pulp if they look at you funny, talk about you vulgarly, hits on you, etc. all he needs is just one reason
𝜗𝜚 he doesn’t really understand fashion but thinks you’re beautiful
𝜗𝜚 loves how confident you are and how you know exactly who you are
𝜗𝜚 admires how much effort you put into getting ready
𝜗𝜚 always wants to take you out to lunch, dinner, the movies, anywhere he can just so he can see what new cute outfits you can come up with
𝜗𝜚 compliments you 24/7
𝜗𝜚 will ask you to put your hair accessories on him
𝜗𝜚 definitely the dresses up gf and dresses down bf couple
𝜗𝜚 he actually likes how much you stick out when you’re next to him
𝜗𝜚 always wants to suffocate you in hugs after he sees how adorable you look that day
𝜗𝜚 two peas in a pod
𝜗𝜚 you both radiate the same energy at times
𝜗𝜚 you help him stay at a happy place, if he ever feels himself feeling sad again you’re always there to grab his hand and pull him right out <3
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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months ago
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Can you please please please make the pastor’s daughter x rafe little blurb a longer fic omg and it would be so good if Rafe gets her pregnant and her parents find out and either kick her out so she moves in with him or they make her marry rafe you def don’t have to use my ideas because honestly any way you write this it would be so good ❤️
ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅
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a/n: ooo!! Love this sm.🫶🏽
warnings: pregnancy, mostly fluff ig? morning sickness, mentions of hook ups, sort of an arranged marriage?? But they both actually secretly like each other.
lovely div by @/xxbimbobunnyxx !
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You felt sick, miserable as you rolled around in your bed. You let out a groan, feeling the bile rise back up into your throat.
You leaned over the bed and grabbed the bowl for what felt like the tenth time this morning.
“Oh, poor thing.” Your dad had sighed, bringing in more medicine for you to down. But nothing had made you feel better.
When you went into the bathroom, it was then that you had realized you were late. You swallowed, a thought popping into your head before you pushed it back down.
You looked over to the window, the window that showed you the balcony of Tannyhill. You spotted a figure on the balcony. You turned back quickly, shaking your head, and turning the sink on, washing your face with the running water.
You sighed heavily, turning back to the window and looking out. A part of you knew what you needed to do. But you hoped that you were wrong.
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“No, no, no, no, no, no.” You mumbled, looking down at the lines. “F…” the words died in your throat, a sob escaping instead. You held your head in your hands, glancing out the window.
It was a couple hookups. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
You walked over to Tannyhill, wiping away any stray tears, the test hanging heavy in your pockets. You raised your fist, rapping on the door.
You heard a voice talking from inside. “Yeah, y- Look, it’s all taken care of, swear.” He murmured. You knocked on the door again, fishing for the test. You held it up, waiting for him.
“I’m fucking coming!” He shouted this time, opening the door, phone held to his ear by his shoulder. His gaze went to your face to your hands, holding something out in front of you.
His eyes widened, mouth going agape.
“L-listen, Barry, I gotta go.” He mumbled, taking the phone from his ear and hanging up, looking at you again.
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It took longer to tell your parents. Weeks for you to finally get the courage. Rafe sat next to you, looking down at the ground, arms folded together.
“Let me get this straight, you’ve… been having premarital sex… underneath this roof?” Your father asked, voice raised. You nodded, looking down as well.
“Honey…” your mother spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking at you with sympathy.
“I know. I sinned…“
“I didn’t raise you like this.” He was disappointed.
“I know, daddy.” You mumbled, tears falling onto your sock covered feet. Rafe pulled you closer to him, trying his best to comfort you silently, a hand on the small of your back.
He sighed, pausing before speaking again. “You understand… that the church is gonna speak, right? This affects me. Us.”
“I know.” You repeated.
“Unless… unless you got married.” He looked at Rafe. Both of you snapped your heads up to look back at your dad.
“Daddy, what do you mean?” You asked the man.
“I’m sorry?” Rafe asked with raised eyebrows, asking him to repeat.
“Would your dad be opposed to you getting married?” He directed his question to Rafe.
“N-no.” He mumbled. “But, sir…”
“And do you love my daughter?”
Rafe looked down at you, you turning to look at him. Rafe huffed. “We haven’t really… gotten that far yet.” He looked back to your dad, avoiding your gaze.
“Well… You two’ll get married. No one needs to know.”
“Wait, daddy, I- I- I don’t even know how far along I am, how am I supposed to hide it for that long?”
“I’ll arrange everything to be done by next weekend. The church will host it, and I’ll ask for donations and everything.” Your dad spoke, standing up and leaving the living room with your mom.
You swallowed, looking back to Rafe. “Fuck.” He grumbled out, his hands going down his face. He exhaled.
“It’s not all bad… is it?” You asked him quietly.
He looked back down at you. “You’re a… a good girl, I’m a fucked up guy. It’ll never work. I’m gonna mess everything up.”
“Now we can be fucked up together.” You mumbled to him, a chuckle escaping his mouth.
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joostsblog · 5 months ago
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Omg hi your writing is so so good!! So I just saw the new photos of Joost (with his broken phone etc) and I thought of a new story… can you maybe write something where Joost trips and has some small injuries like a scraped knee and elbow etc, and reader takes care of him??
I loooooove this! I also noticed that there's a red spot on his knee so I wondered if he actually fell down or something
kiss it better ~ joost klein one shot
My masterlist here ✨💌
Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader
Description: A bloody scratch on your crush Joost's knee turns into an interesting opportunity for you.
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: You already know, it's another friends to lovers one shot, i'm a sucker for those. I hope you like it, if you do pls show your support by reblogging ❣️❣️ send in requests i'm having fun with this! 💌
Warnings: blood, not proofread
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Joost had always been clumsy. His drink accidentally slipping out of his fingers when grabbing it. Bumping into a corner when he just told a funny anecdote to his friends. You could even say that the way Joost stumbled into your heart was clumsy. Because he definitely didn't mean to do it, after all, you were just one of his friends. But there he was, definitely not leaving anytime soon - that you were sure of.
Your strategy for dealing with your uncurable crush on your friend was definitely unique. You and Joost were known within your friend group for being ultra-affectionate and flirty to one another. Always alternating between bickering and jokingly complimenting each other. Always making a joke out of every hug and touch you shared.
"Go get a room already," Apson would occasionally say with a roll of the eye and you both would laugh along but secretly you would wish that you could tell Joost about your crush earnestly. Instead, you hid it away under layers of jokes.
Right now you were watching Joost as you and your friends wandered through the streets of Vancouver. You were laughing as Joost walked backwards in front of you, his arms gesturing around wildly as he talked about an idea he had for a music video. You watched his steps intently as you already noticed this to be a risky situation for the clumsy man. You breathed a sigh of relief as Joost dropped the antics and decided to turn around to walk normally again. But as he did, you could only watch as he tripped over the seam of his long pants and fell on the concrete.
"Oh shit," your friends around you exclaimed. "Jooooost," they started to laugh as they realised that he must be not seriously hurt.
Joost sat down on the pavement, his legs bent at an angle and his hands behind him to prop himself up. You kneeled down between his legs to check on him.
"Are you alright?" you asked concerned.
"Yeah," Joost tried to press out a convincing laugh but you could see in his eyes that he must be either hurt or embarrassed by his fall - or maybe a mix of both. When you looked Joost in the eyes you saw him evading your gaze and for a second you were scared that he might start crying. You were glad that your friends didn't seem to pay much attention to the both of you since it was no news to see you lost in your own little world.
"Are you hurt? Let me see," you said and tried your best to be comforting for Joost.
Joost looked down at his hands to inspect them and you noticed a few scratches on one of his fingers. The phone he was holding in his hand was also shattered since Joost didn't use any protective phone cases.
"It's fine," Joost said unconvincingly.
"No, that sucks," you reaffirmed his feelings and softly touched his knee. Joost winced with a smile and you looked down to where your hand just touched. A small spot of red was bleeding through Joost's jeans where he must have scratched his knee during the fall. "Oh, I'm sorry," you said, instead caressing the side of his knee now. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" you said cheekily, right back with your flirty banter you two were so well accustomed to.
"Are you taking the piss out of me?" Joost asked with a pout.
"No, never," you tried to reassure him. "I'm serious," you said and reached into your bag to pull out a pack of tissues. You grabbed the bottom seam of Joost's jeans and looked at him for confirmation before he nodded. Your friends were still not paying much attention to you down on the floor as they instead talked and joked among themselves. You pulled Joost's jeans up until his bleeding knee was exposed. Using one of the tissues you carefully dabbed at the wound to remove the blood. Joost winced at the contact again. "I'm sorry," you said as you were finished.
After one moment of hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a light kiss on the skin of Joost's knee just above the scratch. You looked at Joost and saw a shy smile creeping up on his face so you decided to leave three other kisses on his knee for good measure.
"Better?" you asked.
"Yes, so much better," he said grinning.
"Is there anywhere else you're hurting?" you asked, feeling courageous.
"Here," Joost said and showed you the scratch on his hand which you had inspected earlier.
You carefully took his hand into yours and also cleaned off the blood using the tissue. Joost's hand wrapped around yours as you pulled it towards you until you also pressed a few gentle kisses around the fresh wound.
"Anywhere else?" you asked as you looked at Joost.
"Here," he said quietly and pointed to his lips. Your heart started racing.
"I don't see any scratches there," you teased. You wished you were alone in this moment and nobody would be here to see or interrupt.
"But I'm hurting," Joost said with a pout and you smiled.
Fuck it, you thought.
You leaned forward and cupped his cheek with one of your hands. Joost rested one hand on your waist. You made sure to plant the most gentle, sweetest and loving kiss on Joost's lips. As you leaned back again you both looked at each other and you wondered if this was one of those times when you would show each other affection or say something sickly sweet about the other person under the guise of it just being a joke. Something in Joost's eyes gave you the feeling that this might be different actually, that the both of you were earnest this time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you decided to go in for another kiss, a second kiss you definitely couldn't play up for laughs anymore. It was longer and deeper and you could feel Joost leaning into you.
"Hey, look at Joost and (Y/N)!" Apson shouted in delight as your friends finally noticed what the two of you were up to.
You pulled away from Joost who looked at you biting down on his lips to hide a grin. You offer your hand to Joost as you get up and help him get up as well. The both of you just ignored the bickering around you as your friends tried to pry into what just happened. Instead, you just continued your path down to wherever you were going anyway. As you walk beside each other you take notice that Joost never let go of your hand, still firmly fitting around yours.
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artsy-waffle19 · 6 months ago
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They literally put Edwin through every possible gay-romance trope but made it realistic and that's so special to me like
we got the "probably former friend can't handle feelings and turns into bully instead" but it doesn't end with them, making up and being happy, they break apart, things escalate and they both suffer from that situation for a major part of their existence. With a bit of luck and a LOT of growing they manage to talk it out and the victim finds it in himself to forgive his bully but it's never going to be truly fine. But even though they both suffer tremendously, they are faced to deal with themselves in the process and find a kind of peace they wouldn't have gotten otherwise. Because maybe it's better to hurt for a long time only to realise that it really doesn't have to be torture to be the way you are and finally freeing yourself entirely than quietly live without the conflict but also without the realisation and resenting yourself for its entirety.
then there's the situation with the cat king. Older, emotionally unstable guy obsesses over younger inexperienced guy who actually understands him and causes some sort of gay awakening. But instead of some "I can fix him" bullshit with them, ending up happily ever after because "they're the only ones who understand each other"TM we get to see Edwin set boundaries and standing up for himself which benefits the both of them. For Edwin this ends in going "Hey thank you for opening that door to discovering that part of myself but I'm actually gonna have to leave you at the doorstep now" and for the cat king it ends up with him actually feeling seen because for once somebody didn't fall for his probably usual game of "I'm bored so I'm going to make a game of getting that guy to do what i want by seducing him". The fact that they don't end up together is the reason they were good for each other.
Also the situation with Monty which is basically the experience of a lot of queer peoples first relationship. They meet and they're both somehow new to all of this. Being queer, relationships, all that stuff. And they get along and share some interests, they like soending time with each other and technically it's like in a romance book because they meet and one of them is immediately interested and then they talk and they sit on a swingset and they kiss. And there's the excitement about "apparently I'm making my first experience with romance right now" and the worry of "I'm queer...I have it harder with relationships...what if this is the best option i have? what if it's the only one?" so they go through all the romance book tropes but the spark simply isn't there and it ends in one of them getting way more invested tha the other and they eventually end up breaking up in blood. But in a way both of them got an idea about what they actually want in life out of it so even if that sone didn't end well, it did give them something.
And last but not least the "in love with best friend who likes someone else/someone of the opposite gender specifically" but instead of having that best friend be secretly in love with the character all along or suddenly turn homophobic and the friendship being ruined they talk about it and they move on and the friendship isn't damaged and in a way it might even be better because sometimes our feelings are unrequited and sometimes that's okay.
I just really really love how the show took all of those options for cheesy and in a way sometimes even forced romance tropes and went "hey, life is not a romance novel but actually that kind of makes it better because look where it got you now"
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daydreams-after-dark · 7 months ago
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Behind the Curtain |
han jisung x reader x minho (Minsung x fem reader)
MDNI // SMUT
Pairing: mean!han x bratty!fem reader x helpful!minho
Synopsis: you tease your boyfriend Han before a show and he's not happy. So he punishes you, leaves you in a needy mess, and sends Minho to look for you. What happens when Minho can't resist your needs?
word count: 3.5k
MDNI // CW BELOW
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CW: oral sex in semi public place, edging, mean Han, bratty reader, unprotected p in v sex, unprotected double pen 2 holes.
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a/n: this is a slight rework of a request / ask from my other blog, but feel that the readers here might enjoy. X. Shorsha.
It probably wasn't a good idea to have tagged along to the show. All you did was distract him, making him all needy, his grabby hands clawing at the hem of your shirt. “Come on, baby, I have to touch you before I go out there.” he said “Come on, please baby, let me get a taste of your sweet pussy”, “Come, on… no one will know.” He teased, even though, literally anyone would know what was going on if they happened to walk in the room.
“It won’t take long.” He whispered as he pushed you to sit on the makeup table, knocking bottles and brushes all over the place.
“But Hannie,” you cried as he pushed your underwear to the side and his fingers squeezed into your very tight, very wet, very needy pussy. “You need to practice your vocal warm ups. You don’t have time for this… You need to wait until after the show.” You tried to sound stern.
Han looked at you devilishly. “You’re right. I do need to do my vocal warm ups.” He said low, and he knelt down between your legs, lifting your skirt and pushing a thigh wide with his unoccupied hand. Han proceeded to practice his vocal warm ups, trills… all that, right against your clit, whilst his fingers roughly fucked you. You didn’t last all of five minutes before you were screaming his name and your legs shook around his head. Surely the others would have heard you, and Han secretly loved that idea.
He looked absolutely fucked out after you came all over his face, your wetness smeared all over his mouth and chin, messing up his stage makeup. “Baby,” he said with pleading eyes. “Can you suck me off before I go out there?” he bit his lip and stared at you with Bambi eyes.
He just would not be told that he didn’t have time for this. So you decided to be the biggest fucking tease. “Okay baby, sit on that chair there. Let me take care of you, okay? Sweet sweet baby.” You had his cock out in no time. It was already rock hard, you knew he wouldn’t last long as you stroked his length and teased the tip with your tongue. “So much precum, honey.” You noted. Then you really gave it to him. A mix of long, slow strokes, and swirls of the tongue on the head, then taking him all the way in to the base, and then almost pulling off entirely. “Fuck.” You heard him mumble under his breath. You stole a look up at his face and you knew he was in a whole other world. And so very close.
That’s when you popped off entirely and packed his beautiful cock away, zipping up his trousers and slapping him on the thighs. “It’s showtime baby.” You announced brightly and left him there while he came to his senses and realised what the fuck you just did. And let me tell you he was not happy.
From your view of Han from the side of the stage he seemed absolutely fine to anyone else, except you knew better. His tight leather trousers were struggling around his package. Lucky they were black and already somewhat wet look because you were sure he would be oozing precum in there. And he seemed a lot more aggressive with his rapping.
But it wasn’t until he was walking to come off stage and he made eye contact with you that you knew you were fucked.
It was exactly what you wanted.
You thought he was going to take you backstage and fuck you against the door to the make up room, or bend you over the sink in the bathroom while he made you watch in the mirror. You were definitely NOT expecting him to grab you arm and take you behind the stage curtain that partitioned off the unused section of the arena.
You did not expect him to push you to the floor while he sat in one of the seats and whipped out his cock. “Finish what you started, baby.” he said rather cruelly. This is the Han that really gets you going. You thought about teasing him further, but you realised that you didn’t actually have a lot of time before someone would come looking for you both.
Han didn’t wait for you to protest and grabbed the back of your head and pushed your mouth down over his cock until it hit you in the back of the throat. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in, baby? Letting me make you come, and then you leave me like that.” he panted as he thrust himself up into your throat. He attacked your mouth with a mix of anger, aggression and so much passion. All he wanted was to feel you around him when he came. How dare you tease him like you did. He was making your eyes water and your saliva ran down your chin and hand and landing on his lap. Han loved it messy. “Look at you, taking my cock like this…” he tangled his fingers in your hair pushing you down even further than you knew was possible, and absolutely fucking your mouth without any care for you.
Why should he care when you left him like that? He threw his head back, growling as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. But he was still hard. And you hadn’t learned your lesson. He stood up and lifted you off the floor only to force you to kneel on the seat with you holding onto the back of the chair. He pushed your skirt up around your back and tugged your underwear down. Grabbing onto your hair to both hold you in place and to use as leverage, as he lined up his cock with your entrance. “I’m still so fucking hard, and you still need punishing.” He sighed and he pushed into you in one motion, slamming into your cervix and making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Han paid no attention to your needs, this was about punishing you and chasing another climax of his own.
You smirked to yourself. You enjoyed teasing him in the hopes you would unleash this version of Han. The wild, frenzied, relentless, brutal? Han. The one where he just wanted to use you for his own pleasure. He was always so attentive and caring, and sickly sweet (which you love), but when he was like this, fuck it did things to you. He’d never fuck you like this is you merely asked. You had to taunt and push him into it. Make him snap.
Han came inside you with a loud “fuck!!!” and pulled out of you without a care for your climax. You whined at the emptiness when you were so close to coming. Your vagina clenched around nothing. You turned to see Han putting his cock away with no intention of helping you as his semen started seeping out of you onto your legs, the chair… everywhere.
“But Han?” you say helplessly. He just looked at you unamused “You’ve got five minutes to make yourself come and clean yourself up, before I send Minho to look for you.”
You were left absolutely stunned and highly turned on by what just happened. You set to work to try and relieve yourself before you were caught by Minho.
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Han left you on the arena chair, in the semi darkness, panties down around your legs, cum leaking out of you. Not to mention the cum all over your chin either. Your skirt was hiked up around your hips. You looked like an absolute sight. But you were still so horny from what just happened.
Your legs were jelly from kneeling on the chair, so you decided to plonk yourself down on the seat (also getting cum on the chair - Han had given you fucking bucket-load), and set to work on trying to relieve yourself. You slid your hand down between your legs and closed your eyes, concentrating on bring yourself to orgasm.
Han headed backstage and immediately looked for Minho. He wanted to teach you a lesson for edging him and leaving him so fucking horny that he knew he was showing a partial erection the entire time he was on stage. But he also loved you. You were his sweet angel whom he loved more than anything in the universe. Part of him thought the idea of leaving you needy and in a compromising position extremely arousing, but at the same time he didn’t want to just anyone to find you. Plus, he had an idea.
“I need you to go find y/n. I’ve left her in a…um…situation… and I really don’t want anyone else to find her in the state she’s in.” He instructed his friend. Minho appeared disinterested, but on the inside he was intrigued, and maybe a tiny bit concerned that a random person might come across you first. “I just need you to go make sure she’s taken care of… and then bring her back.”
Minho had his suspicions on what he might see when he found you. He knew what you had done to Han before the show. He heard you both through the door before the show. He saw the look on Han’s face when they’d finished on stage, and he saw him grab your arm and pull you back behind the curtain.
Minho knew you liked to play games with Han. He knew you liked to bring out that rough, aggressive, brutal side of him. I’m aggressive too, Minho caught himself thinking.
Then he saw you. Minho stopped in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. “Jesus fucking Christ” he whispered. He’d never seen anyone look so beautiful and at the same time so fucking dirty. You were reclined as much as you could be, legs parted with your panties around one of your knees. Your skirt flicked up around your waist and your eyes were closed. You had no idea Minho was standing there, fixed to the spot, mouth agape, staring at you as you dipped your fingers through your dripping folds.
“I just need you to go make sure she’s taken care of… and then bring her back.” Minho hadn’t missed the devious look in Han’s eye when he’d said that. Did Han actually mean…?
As Minho stepped closer to you he truly saw the state you were in. Your mascara was smeared down your face. So Han fucked her mouth ‘till her eyes watered, hmmm? There was an obvious sticky substance plastered to your chin. Yep, he definitely fucked her mouth. Minho’s eyes drifted over your body. Your breasts were heaving under your shirt, hard nipples showing through the thin fabric, a sheen of perspiration on your chest. Then he dared to look down between your legs, where your fingers were buried inside yourself. Minho sighed at the sight. “Fuck!” He muttered under his breath when he saw Han’s cum coating your inner thighs.
Minho’s dick was hard in his tight leather trousers. He couldn’t help but imagine being inside you, having your tight walls choking his cock. He felt his dick twitch when he imagined filling you up mixing his cum with Han’s. Minho sighed louder than he had meant to. Your eyes flicked open. Your eyes locked on each other.
Shit. Thought Minho swallowing hard, but he couldn’t look away. He stared at you with his classic unamused glare, that you could only imagine was him trying to snap you out of this ridiculous neediness you were currently exhibiting.
But the look had the opposite effect on you, and only made you even more aroused. He looked so sexy in his stage outfit, his makeup was still pristine despite him having been sweaty earlier while performing. You thought about the way he moved his body on stage and the way he rolled his hips. So strong. So powerful. So sexy. You bit your bottom lip at the mere thought of him rolling his hips against you, between your legs, inside of you, and you felt your walls flutter. You wanted him to fuck you.
“Minho…” you squeaked, your voice sounding so needy, your eyes hooded.
Minho shook his head. No please don’t make this harder than it is. He thought.
“Please… Minho… I need to you to help me. I’m supposed to be quick…. But I’m having trouble.” You said timidly, almost shyly, although your current situation did not scream “shy” at all.
Minho sighed, feigning annoyance, and sat down on the seat next to you. “Look,” he said “I think you should just tidy yourself up and come back to the makeup rooms. You look really slutty right now you know that right?” He wanted to touch your body so bad, but you were his best friend’s girlfriend.
He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. And then you were on him, straddling his lap, grinding yourself against his stage clothes. Your wetness and Han’s cum all over him.
It felt so good to grind yourself against him, against his erection, the friction of his trousers against your bare clit offering some relief. But you needed more. You smashed your mouth on his and threw your arms around his neck. Minho could taste Han on your mouth which made him hornier than ever, and he grabbed your face, holding it still so he could plunge his tongue into your mouth, kissing you rough and urgently.
His hands slid up your thighs to squeeze your ass, lifting you off his lap slightly, then pulling you back down as he rolled hips up against you. You both let out a moan. “Fuck, you’re making this so fucking hard.” He breathed as he repeated the action.
“Come on Minho…” you cooed. “Hannie left me like this… all needy… all ready… for you to find me.” You said breathy.
Minho let that sink in for a moment. Maybe you were right. Maybe he could help you. Minho really wanted to help you.
You stared at each other for a long moment.
Fuck it. Thought Minho.
“Lift up.” he instructed gruffly, pushing you off his lap enough for him to reach his fly. Your eyes lit up as he freed his cock, watching it spring up and hit him on the stomach. “You want it, then get on.” He ordered as he gripped your ass with one hand and lifted you up enough to sink you down over his length in one swift motion.
Minho wasted no time, fucking you hard and steady from the start. “Is this what you wanted, hmm?” He growled.
“It is what I wanted, Minho…Hannie made me want it…” Minho’s mind froze but he didn’t slow down his thrusts. “It’s true,” you continued, oblivious to Minho’s confusion. “he’d say little things… putting ideas in my head… making me wonder what your cock felt like.” You closed your eyes concentrating on chasing your release.
“But, Minho… I’m pretty sure this is what you want too.” You rolled your hips. “I’ve seen the looks you give me and Han.” You leaned in to his ear “I know you were listening through the door earlier.” You whispered.
It was true. It was what Minho had wanted. For so long. Oh how he’d imagined going down on you, wondering what you tasted like. He’d imagined you sucking his cock too, and how it might feel to have your lips around it. He’d imagined what your tight, wet cunt felt like. He never imagined he’d really get to feel it squeezing around his cock like this. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so he could attack your neck, sucking and nibbling, marking your skin. You moaned, your climax building rapidly.
Han’s words from earlier repeated in Minho’s head “make sure she’s taken care of…”
Minho’s hand slid up your shirt. “No bra. Should’ve known.” He said squeezing the flesh of your breast. “I need your mouth on my nipple. Now.” You panted. Minho hurriedly lifted your shirt, and attached himself as instructed, making you cry out at the pleasure/pain as he bit down. One hand was still glued to your ass assisting you as you bounced wildly on his cock.
“What do you imagine Han would think if he saw you ride another man’s cock like this? Like a fucking whore?” He hissed, not slowing down.
You laughed “What do you think he’d think?” You challenged.
“Fuck! He’d probably want to watch!” Minho replied. “You’re both such fucking exhibitionists”.
“He’d probably want to join in.” You added.
“I do want to join in.” A voice said.
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Neither you or Minho knew that Han had actually been watching from the beginning. A row back and seven seats away. His heart had exploded with happiness as he watched his best friend and you having sex. He loved you both dearly. He wanted to give you anything you wanted. But he also had his own fantasies. Like sharing you with Minho. When he realised that both you and Minho were attracted to each other, he set his plan in action. Even though neither of you had said anything, you didn’t need to say anything. Han knew, and he had been secretly planning a moment like this, where he could get the two of you together, and today’s events made for a perfect opportunity.
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You and Minho didn’t even slow down when Han appeared at your side. “You fucking asshole, Han.” You choked “leaving me so horny.” You didn’t mean it, you were just trying to spur him on.
“Yeah, Han… not sure it was really a good idea to send me to take care of her.” Minho winked at you. Tormenting Han was something you and Minho did well individually, but together, it made Han hard as fuck.
“You’re girlfriend is such a cockslut, I think she’d happily take two.”
This was exactly what Han had fantasised about. It was also what you had fantasised about. And Minho had definitely fantasised about it as well.
“You two have played right into my hands. You do know that don’t you?” Han smirked freeing his dick. “Is that so?” Minho sneered taking you in deep kiss.
It felt so incredible on Minho’s cock, but as soon as you sensed Han coming up behind you, and his hand land on one of your ass cheeks, you suddenly became wetter than ever.
“Pull her other cheek for me.” Both men had one hand on each of your cheeks spreading them apart and holding you still, so Han could press the tip of his penis against your other entrance. Minho halted his thrusts. You weren’t sure how Han was managing it in such an awkward position, but you soon stopped caring once he pushed the tip inside.
“Fuck!!!” You cried out. “That’s it baby, you can take it. I need you to take it. Fuck… your so… tight.” Han grunted as he inched his way in.
The stretch felt unbelievable as you were filled and stretched with two cocks. “How’s it feel for you, Minho?” You panted as Han began to thrust into you slowly. From Minho’s expression it was evident that he was trying to compose himself.
He gulped “it’s so fucking tight. It’s like your choking my dick.” He closed his eyes and started to move too. “Fuck… Han… I feel your dick moving against me.”
“I can feel you too, baby.” Han replied.
Shit! That’s hot. You thought. “Please… harder… faster… just fuck me.” You cried.
The men built up an unrelenting rhythm as they fucked you over the edge, coming hard and squeezing their cocks, and laying limp against Minho’s chest.
Minho had been close to coming for a long while, although he hid it well. But now that he’d taken care of you, he let himself go, releasing himself deep inside you with a few final thrusts and a long groan.
Now that you and Minho were both still, Han picked up the pace, tugging on a fistful of your hair and slamming into your ass until he too had come, filling you up once again. That was Han, always horny and always ready to coat your insides.
“Fuck, baby…” you weren’t sure if Han was talking to you or Minho.
But it didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter that you had no idea how you were going to clean yourselves up.
All that mattered was the feeling the three of you felt for each other, and that you had finally done something about it.
If you enjoyed this, please share with your Minsung x reader friends xxx and leave me a comment if you enjoyed. Luv you, Sorsha
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unluckilyimnot · 8 months ago
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lazy day with bllk boys
characters: sae, rin, nagi, karasu, reo
fluff
m.list || rules || requests are open :)
note: i had more ideas but i got lazy lmao, feel free to ask for more
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Sae + beach day
it’s better when it’s sunny but honestly he just needs it
he goes whenever he has a day off
you two usually eat around the harbor, take cute pictures, visit a little if you can
Sae loves beach more than anything in life but if you ask him he’ll never admit it. Yet that’s where he find himself naturally going when he needs some fresh air and needs to clear his mind. It happened to be rather cloudy today, but it means less people outside so he’s not complaining. He didn’t felt like dealing with people trying to talk to him. Beside you.
You always tag along since you’re a sea lover as well – and that you love collecting rocks.
“Sae, Sae look at this one !” you cheered while getting up and rushing to him. Showing off your really cute, red rock to him with a smile, he can’t help but nod with a little smile in return before offering his hand. You leave it to him so he could clean it up before giving it back to you. It’s an habit now, because you hate it when you have stuff on your hands.
You took his other hand and started walking around the beach again, admiring the view even without sun or boats. It was calm, just like you like as well.
“There.” He gave the rock back to you as he secretly promised and he couldn’t wait to see where you’re going to put it in his apartment.
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Nagi + gaming
understand : usual day off
he’s always gaming anyway but that’s the rare occasion you play with him
“Ah… Ah! Aaah!!” you whined, almost throwing the controller across the room. You fell on your back, laying down with open arms. “I think I’m gonna die now. It’s fine, I can’t face the shame.”
“You did great.” Nagi added quietly, already getting ready for the next game. You two were playing Mario Party together, one of the only game you play in fact. “Come on, I choose the next one.”
No answer.
“Come onnnnn.” It was his time to whine but when you still didn’t answer him, he had to use his special technique : laying flat on top of you. A strangle oof left your lips before you tried to pus him. It’s your tall, heavy boyfriend against your limited strength.
“Move !!” you command but it fell into deaf ear. You cry even more, not really in the mood to receive the treatment you gave.
“Okay,I’m sorry ! I’m ready now move please ! I can’t breath !”
“You’re a liar,” he started, pulling himself up on one arm. “You’re still breathing.” You roll your eyes at his statement.
“No shit.” you scoffed before pushing him for good. “I’m gonna win this time.”
Nagi only nod, knowing dawn well you won’t but still loving your enthusiasm.
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Reo + bath and skin care
he likes to take care of you and himself
his day off are dedicated to that
+ funny picture to decorate your wall
A mask now setting on you face, your whole body was immersed in hot, bubbly water and all your muscles were finally able to relax. Your back resting against Reo, you look up to catch him looking at his phone, with a mask on his face as well.
You two just had the best skin care routine hour and Reo had the wonderful idea to run a bath. That’s how you ended up with both you hair up and you blowing bubbles around like a child. It’s been a while, you missed it.
“Babe, hear this,” and then he goes on about some news about one of Mikage corporation’s partner and their research. You don’t get about everything about business but you still into it as well, but you weren’t really in the mood. Kissing his jaw, you answered.
“What about I don’t and you try to disconnect a little ?” You took his phone off his hand after whipping your hand. Reo sighs behind you but you didn’t mind. His head laid on your shoulder, waiting for you to come back in the water. After putting a soft, lofi background music you were back in the hot water and in your lover’s arms. Reo slowly stroking your arm while talking about some book he’d like to read, finally leaving work behind. You couldn’t ask for more.
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Karasu + reading together
he likes some quality time on his resting day
some tea, a good book and you reading by his side
Karasu couldn’t ask for more when you asked him to make another tea pot. You already have finish it when he only drank 2 cup, but it also mean that you’re really into your book and he loved that sight. You gasping from time to time, holding your month or even when it shows that it takes you everything to not get up to run laps around the house.
You know he likes to have close while reading session but sometimes it just physically hurt you. And he makes fun of you every times. His laughter filling the whole place, light and so annoying but you can’t help but tag along after a few second.
You can’t even give it back because he doesn’t react at all, annoying you a lot, but you accepted it in the end.
All of that with the tea he kindly makes every single time you two sat down in his living room to read.
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Rin + him reading for you or vice versa
depends on who’s tired
but he reads better than you
still find it calming when it’s you
“ “I’m just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.” “Huh ?” I asked –” you quoted, reading one of your favorite book to Rin. He was laying his head in your lap, kind of falling asleep from time to time but still catching up when something bothered him in your tone or the story.
“She’s annoying with her maze.” he noted.
“I think he is to not get it.” she answered, sounding a little offended. “He’s annoying all the time in fact. I get her, but I don’t get him.” she added before going on. Rin knew that, he heard about it enough, yet he never once read it and the last time you said you felt like reading it again, he asked you to read it to him.
You two don’t really share any tastes in books, but you still kind of enjoy it when the other is reading it for you. You usually get fed up by his reading and Rin found yours comforting, but maybe it’s just your voice. He likes the fact that you try, maybe a little too hard, to show the emotions. It’s deep too, in some kind, and he knows you’re especially close, if he may say, to the things you read. It’s like discovering you again.
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i hope you liked it !
it's me, i collect rocks. the book y/n's reading in rin's one is Looking for Alaska by John Green.
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hariboz · 11 months ago
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PROMISE ME…!
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“when you don’t tell your boyfriend you’re sick and still perform!”
pairing: idol!bf!ricky x gn!idol!reader
genre: fluff, tiny angst (?)
warning: mention of headaches, blurry vision, nausea and similar symptoms, softie bf!ricky, that’s it i think?
notes: ty to nonnie for requesting this!! i got a little carried away but i got into a pretty good flow writing it so i hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏻 also!! this is my first time writing idol!reader so i hope it feels somewhat realistic…? as realistic as it can be i guess 😵‍💫
word count: 1.8k (😵‍💫 how and why…)
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five, six, seven, eight.
five, six, seven, eight.
five, six, seven—
“y/n, are you okay?” the voice of your leader rips you out of your trance, your tired eyes meeting in the mirror. you nod and put on a bright, although fake smile in hopes of being reassuring, though you’re not sure you were being all too convincing — either way, none of your members pry, because they understand. they understand the need to push through, especially now with all these end of the year award shows happening; you simply can’t afford to be sick, to fall behind and to be absent from such huge events. so, you decide to push through the dizziness, nausea and pain. you’ll take some medication later, it’ll be fine. (at least that’s what you’re telling yourself when you catch yourself stumbling from the dizziness when you get ready to practice your solo entrance.) even though there is a silent understanding between you and your members, there still is one person you know you won’t be able to convince, no matter how hard you’ll try — your boyfriend and professional overthinker in regards to your well-being, ricky.
it’s quite cute, the juxtaposition of his public image and the way he tends to worry. did you eat? does your throat hurt from vocal practice? did you trip during dance practice again? (a question that’s especially annoying considering you told him about tripping once, roughly six months ago. he refuses to let it go.) he sends you teas and throat sprays to make sure your voice is taken care of, secretly checks the soles of your shoes to make sure they aren’t getting slippery, somehow manages to pack you little snacks you can munch on when you haven’t eaten anything before practice again. he’s very rarely stern, much too soft-spoken and gentle towards you to speak to you in a more serious manner when he’s worried, so he shows his care and love through these things — which makes you feel all the more guilty when you straight up have to lie to him when he asks if practice is going fine, if you’re feeling well, and letting you know how excited he (along with gyuvin, he mentions) is to see you perform in person up close.
you try your hardest to get better before the performance, you really do. well, as much as you can between hours and hours of practice and barely any sleep, at least. all your efforts seem to be in vain, though, because the day of the performance seems to be the worst day yet — if you had a choice, you would bury yourself under every blanket available and not leave your bed for at least a week, that’s how awful you feel when you and your members are picked up from your dorm during the wee hours of the morning.
unfortunately, the little perfectionistic gremlin that lives at the back of your mind refuses to let all these weeks of practice go to waste, so you muster up a brave smile through your shaking pupils and tell your worrying members that you have everything under control — you’ll smash this performance just like all the other ones, even if you have to do it while being a little dizzy. it’s no big deal, you’re a professional after all.
your stylists is making some last minute adjustments to your outfits when a gentle knock sounds through the room, a very familiar blonde head of hair popping in. you rush over to ricky, his arms snaking around you immediately. “hey, handsome,” you mutter as you observe his face, a small grin playing on his lips. “you’re not looking to bad yourself, hm?” his voice is smooth as he brushes some of your hair out of your face, careful to not interfere with your hairstylist’s hard work. you’re thrown off your balance a little when another dizziness spell hits you out of nowhere, the look on ricky’s face immediately morphing into one of concern, “are you okay?”
you muster up a smile and just nod, eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the black dots bouncing around in your vision, “yeah, i’m just a little nervous,” you reach up to adjust his collar to avoid meeting his worried eyes, “i’m fine. just freaking out a little, that’s all.” you can tell ricky doesn’t entirely believe you, but he trusts that you would come to him if there was something wrong — so he reluctantly lets the subject go. he steals a quick kiss to your lips, whispering a “good luck, i love you.” before he turns to leave to make any last preparations for his own performance.
your first wave of regret overcomes you when you stand ready beneath the stage, you and your members getting into position to perform the intro to your performance. your head feels like it’s about to split and your hands are shaky, but it’s too late to turn back now — as queen sunmi once said, the show must go on.
your second wave of regret comes when you’re actually on stage, all the lights, the music, the screams and your in-ear monitor feeling less like the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve and more like your own personal hell. your group having your own amazing entrance with one of the stage elevators excited you at first; unfortunately, right now you’re preoccupied with managing your expressions to make sure you won’t let any irritation or discomfort slip.
your third and final wave of regret comes when you stand in the middle of the stage in this massive venue, tens of thousands of eyes on you as you start to perform your solo part of the song — your head is pounding and you can barely hear your own voice through your in-ears anymore, your steps are shaky and imprecise, your vision is blurry. you manage to push through, somehow, but it’s clear in the way your chest is heaving once the lights go out that you’re not well.
the atmosphere is very much tense in the part of the audience where your fellow idols sit, all of them having to cover their very obvious concern with faux excitement — you pulled it off well enough, but it’s clear to every single one of them that you’re sick and that you probably should not have performed. ricky especially has to keep his expressions in check, because the mix of worry and concern but also frustration and maybe a little anger is raging heavily inside him right now.
the worry and concern are obvious, the last thing he wants to see is you being sick, much less performing in that state. the frustration is bubbling inside him because he knows that you know better, that even the chance of you hurting yourself even worse by performing while sick is enough reason to sit out one performance. the anger is entirely directed at your staff and maybe some of your members, your leader at least — they must’ve seen that you were unwell, no? and they still let you on stage? is that not what managers and leaders are for, to take matters into their own hands and to know what’s best for their members? it all comes to a head when your members join the other idols in the audience while you’re nowhere in sight.
ricky is getting restless, his hands sprawling against his dress pants, occasionally pinching the fabric to keep his mind occupied. gyuvin and matthew both gave him little reassuring pats on his back but neither did much to comfort him, his mind entirely preoccupied with worrying about you and counting down the minutes to when he will finally be able to check up on you backstage.
it’s about an hour later when the award show is finally over, and for once ricky is the first one to rush backstage, a little ahead of all of his members. he swerves past staff and security and doesn’t even bother knocking on your group’s dressing room, ripping the door open to find your shocked but still very exhausted eyes staring up at him in surprise, “ricky?”
he’s in front of you in the blink of an eye, squatting down to meet you eye-to-eye, his hands gently cradling your face, “are you okay? for real, this time?” his brows are furrowed and you feel a little bad for thinking that he looks pretty handsome all serious like this. you nod sheepishly, apology ready to spill from your lips when he squishes your cheeks together to silence you, “shhh, you listen to me. never do that again, okay? do you know how scary that was, watching you perform like that? what if something had happened, you know you could’ve—,” he stumbles over his words a little, clearly worked up, “i don’t know, fallen off stage or something. you could’ve fainted! or you could’ve broken something or— i don’t know, just, promise me, don’t do that again.” ricky’s once so stern voice turns soft towards the end again, never really able to keep up his serious tone for long, especially towards you.
“‘m sorry, just didn’t want to let anyone down,” you mumble, leaning into his touch. his cold hands on your face feel incredibly nice, a stark contrast to your feverish face. he sighs and one of his hands comes up to brush your hair away from your face, his hand stroking your head softly, “i know, but still. don’t do stuff like that, okay? talk to someone when you’re not feeling well. your managers, your members, me — there’s so many people you can go to, okay? anyone, as long as you tell someone,” you nod along to him, and maybe it’s the guilt of making him worry so much or the fact that you’re overwhelmed from the amount of affection coming from him while you’re still a little delirious, but you feel like you need to lighten the atmosphere with a little joke.
“even gyuvin?” the gentle expression on his face falls almost immediately, replaced by a very unimpressed stare. you break out into quiet giggles, muttering a “sorry” before pressing a kiss to his cheek. ricky grumbles a little before getting back up, running his hand through your hair gently one last time. “i have to go back now but i’m ordering you some soup to your dorm later. you’re on bedrest for the next few days, you hear me?” he tries to sound stern again and puts on his best serious face, but his façade is broken when you smile up at him so tiredly, the exhaustion clear on your face.
“thank you, i love you,” you call after him when he turns to leave, ricky sending you a flying kiss before leaving the room, “love you too.”
(your fourth wave of regret came when you realised ricky formed an alliance with your members, all of them exchanging “y/n intel” to make sure all of them can keep an eye on you while you’re recovering.)
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yournightmary · 5 months ago
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Jackson!Ellie HCs
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content warning:: fem!reader, mentions of being drunk
AN:: I love fluff.
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who somehow always has an excuse to talk to you or for you to come over. You wanted to watch a specific movie? She has a DVD of it! You want to learn how to shoot a bow? She’s the first in line to be your teacher.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who loves when you laugh at her unfunny jokes. Gets them all from her stupid little ‘No Pun Intended’ books.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who always makes you share a horse with her whenever you go on patrols. Says something about being ‘economical’, yeah- whatever.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who smiles whenever she thinks about you. Just staring off to the distance with a goofy smile like a schoolgirl.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who takes care of you more than of herself. She’ll be worried about you seeing an infected while she’s being swarmed by 3 bloaters.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who has a talent for finding good quality vinyls. She has a whole collection of music from the 60s/70s. Loves ‘Stand By Me’, ‘(Don’t Fear) The Reaper’ and ‘Stayin’ Alive’ (because I said so).
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who makes you dance with her to said songs whenever she gets slightly drunk/high. Gets embarrassed by it once she’s sober.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who was so oblivious and stupid you had to make the first move or you’d be stuck in limbo forever.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who is really awkward when it comes to affection, but it’s cute? Like she’s blushing, looking away and all that stuff.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who told you she’s immune one time when she was shitfaced and didn’t remember it the next day. Then on patrol you were passing by a shopping mall and you joked about it and she thought you were a mind reader or something.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who keeps every single note you give her, maybe glues them into her journal. One time she found a red lipstick and begged asked you to kiss some of the pages.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who is always humming some songs to herself. Literally all the time, maybe even in her sleep.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who begged Maria to let you both move in together to a bigger house. She got tired of living by herself in an old garage😔
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who carves your initials in a heart into almost every tree she sees.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who will always prioritize your needs. If she finds any clothes while on patrol, they’re yours. You’re running out of food? She’ll give you every last crumb.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who sings you love songs ‘as a joke’ but she’s just afraid you’ll find it corny or won’t like it. Give her some words of affirmation, please🙏
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who doesn’t let you around Joel because you both team up and poke fun at her. (She secretly loves you both get along so well)
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who doesn’t care about having a wedding or anything like that, I mean come on- it’s the apocalypse. But she’ll be more than happy to give you a ring.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie whose only purpose in life is to make you happy (since there won’t be a cure lol). She’ll go above and beyond, whatever it might be- just to make her girl’s life better.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who loves to go back to the old pages in her journal, the ones when she first met you and you started dating. Maybe even showed them to you on your anniversary.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who is like a kid and will make everything into a competition. She’ll race you and trip ‘on accident’ so you can win though. Btw, still calls herself the Brick Master, even if no one understands.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jackson!Ellie who at least once a week will remember you’re her girlfriend and starts giggling and kicking her feet.
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I need to read some ff myself.
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yoonvvs · 5 months ago
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✧ ⠀.·:*¨¨*:·. BUT I PROMISE YOU THIS, ILL ALWAYS LOOK AFTER YOU
BLAISE & SKZ
BLAISE & BANG CHAN !
now playing > saturday nights ( khalid )
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blaise & chan have such a sweet friendship. chan is so so so tolerant and patient with blaise, regardless of if she’s joking around with him, full of energy or full of anxiety. chan would 100% go to the moon and back for blaise - blaise knows whenever she gets in a sticky situation, she can run to chan and he will find a way to make the situation all better, after he scolds her for her poor decisions. she knows she can tell him anything - and he knows everything, more than anyone, even her parents - and even though it took awhile, chan knows he can tell blaise anything too, and he does. they care for each other so much.
she’s chan’s passenger princess, he’s the only member that refuses to let her be the driver when they go places together - not that chan thinks blaise is a bad driver, but he much rather not fear for his and hers life in the passenger seat when he can do it in the drivers seat. but blaise mastered being a passenger, she always has the ac on the right temp, great at giving directions and keeps the vibes good with the music! best and most chill duo!
BLAISE & MINHO !
now playing > hits different ( taylor swift )
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blaise & minho are constantly on the same brain length - the amount of times they texted each other basically the same thing is unreal - causing stays to call them the “twins”. despite this, they are pretty much polar opposites, for example, to tease one another minho likes to “threaten”, while blaise likes to get overly affectionate and harass him, like “oh, you’re just mad because you think im pretty!” but they get along so well!!! always hanging out! fans also often call them tom & jerry because they are always teasing each other and have chaotic antics. there’s a literal compilation of blaise & minho chasing each other around for stupid reasons.
despite their chaos, minho is the one who gives blaise the most princess treatment. he’s always making sure she’s warm (although he might pretend to be annoyed, “blaise, stop shivering you’re making me dizzy! i’m going to make you run laps to keep you warm!” while taking his hoodie off and giving it to her), he lets her use him as a pillow if she gets sleepy, and always makes sure she has a blanket to cover up with on award shows. the glares he gives staff if she doesn’t have a blanket or is wearing uncomfortable clothes is so scary…he also loves to secretly buy her gifts and just leave it by her door, leaving no note. but blaise knows it’s from him and subtly shows her appreciation in small ways <3
BLAISE & CHANGBIN !
now playing > OMG ( new jeans )
vibes
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blaise is a #1 changbin supporter, she looks up to him SO MUCH. she loves his confidence, his humor, and the amount of skill he has. she’s always trying to do his raps, and whenever she does it well SHES SO PROUD OF HERSELF! and so is changbin, he’s like “ i taught her well ☺️ ”. changbin loves that she looks up to him so much, it makes his heart so full knowing that he can be a good example for someone, esp his members! he is lovey dovey towards blaise, always giving her hugs and complimenting her, he’s always poking her cheeks and cheering her on!
changbin also likes to try to take her to the gym, and while blaise likes working out - she does not like to do changbin’s routine. she wants to match his energy…but she is not on his level ( yet ), so they pretty much just go to the gym together…then go their own ways. but besides that, they are such an adorable pairing to watch! their vlives are always so precious, and they are always laughing or giggling. stays love their vibes so much!
BLAISE & HYUNJIN !
now playing > i hope ur miserable until ur dead ( nessa barrett ) | yes, i’m changing ( tame impala )
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blaise & hyunjin have a…complicated relationship. pre-debut, before anything happened, they were inseparable. they were always seen together, and they could always find excuses to spend together, pretending like they were “practicing”, while they were just hanging out. when they debuted, they quickly caught feelings for each other. they couldn’t help but fall in love through all of the chaos. fast forward a couple months later, they were dating in secert, eventually coming clean when seungmin caught them kissing…everything was going good - they were happy and in love, until hyunjin did the unforgivable and cheated on her.
for awhile, they could not stand each other, they couldn’t even breathe the same air without getting upset. they were angry, heartbroken, and petty for months. but eventually, hyunjin & blaise cooled down. hyunjin apologized, and promise he’d be better. it was genuine, he stopped being inconsiderate, and put himself in blaise’s shoes. after multiple, long, conversations, they started to heal their friendship. they aren’t back to being best friends, but they’re happy to call each other friends. now, they go on coffee trips, watch movies together, and can now have a peaceful and kind time together! they won’t ever get back to where they were again, but things are better now!
BLAISE & JISUNG !
now playing > the spins ( mac miller & empire of the sun )
the vibes only ok
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BESTIES FROM DAY 1! jisung was blaise’s first friend from skz, they both joined the company around the same time, and were paired up together for their first evaluation (as well as other trainees), they showcased fly by got7! out of all the trainees they were paired with in the group, blaise & jisung got the closest. the other two trainees in the group were very rude to blaise, and jisung immediately stuck up for her, without even knowing her! after seeing his kindness, she knew immediately that they had to be friends :)
now, blaise & jisung are SO iconic, the comedic duo we all need! they always match each others craziness, and will never let one be alone in being weird. will constantly bicker like siblings, and are not scared to insult each other with no shame. minho posted a video of them wrestling each other on the beach on his insta, and later shared part two of jisung throwing blaise into the ocean like a menace 😁. blaise couldn’t let stays admire jisung’s strength for long, because she posted the video of her dragging jisung’s ass into the ocean on her own story later! utter chaos.
BLAISE & FELIX !
now playing > birds of a feather ( billie ellish )
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blaise is protecting felix WITH HER LIFE! if felix is every getting a penalty and has to do something gross or just something felix is not excited to do, blaise is immediately getting up and doing it with him. she’s his literal “if you go down, we go down together” best friend. blaise also brings out felix’s impulsive side - whenever blaise & felix are together you know you’re going to have a good time.
felix also adores blaise SO MUCH. whenever blaise is off, felix immediately notices and silently tries to make her feel better, like getting her water or food, he’s the first to notice when she’s about to get hangry. that boy always makes sure she’s well fed, or else he knows they are all going to pay for it later 😀. he learned to braid hair for blaise! when they first became friends, he started practicing on her hair, and now he is so good at it! blaise always lets him do her hair whenever he wants to, she loves it so much!
BLAISE & SEUNGMIN !
now playing > best friend ( laufey )
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blaise & seungmin are almost always giving each other a hard time, but it’s out of love everytime! somehow, they manage to compliment each other and insult each other all in one sentence, but they know it’s all jokes. stays love their pairing, because they are literally the yapper ( blaise ), and the listener ( seungmin ). blaise will be talking and telling stories, while seungmin is like “why is there a bug buzzing in here”, but he loves to listen to blaise even if he acts like he doesn’t.
they are literal siblings, felix & blaise are the expectation of siblings while seungmin & blaise are the reality. sometimes he just stands in her room and looks at her, giggling and running away when she finally gets annoyed. blaise always gets him back by pranking him in some way, her favorite thing to do is to knock on his door and then run away, finally revealing herself when seungmin gets frustrated. he falls for it everytime. despite their fun & games, they will always make sure they never go too far, and will check in on each other in their own ways, for example, blaise loves to bribe seungmin in running errands with her, when in reality she just wants to take him to lunch!! and she always wins in paying, but seungmin won’t give up until he gets to pay.
BLAISE & JEONGIN !
now playing > sit next to me ( foster the people )
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jeongin is the human version of blaise’s impulsive thoughts. this man will encourage her to do anything, just so he can watch and laugh (and later make fun of her). she wants to spend all her money at the mall even though she’s trying to save? jeongin is giving her a long list of reasons to do it. that being said, jeongin and blaise have had countless of chaotic memories together. blaise wants to do something, and jeongin is like “let’s do it!” esp after he became legal and could drink ( blaise’s parents didn’t see this )
jeongin can always make her smile - whenever she’s having a hard time, she’s knocking on jeongin’s door, and sits on his floor - all jeongin needs is a look from her, and he’s turning on their playlist, grabbing a blanket, and sitting on the floor with her. and they will just talk, for hours, and whenever jeongin needs her, she will do the same exact thing. when things got really bad with blaise ( mental health ) jeongin was there to drag her out of the bed and pretty much forced her to live. jeongin & blaise are each other’s soul friends!
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jasminerva · 2 months ago
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What kind of father would Nagumo be?
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Saw this magnificent fanart of Papa!Gumo by GOOSANG04 and got inspo!
This is Part 1 of the Papa!Gumo series!
gn!reader co-parent
Check out Part 2 here: You v. Nagumo and Toddler
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Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑
Banner img from Gakuen Babysitters by Tokeino Hari.
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If you manage to get this man to settle down AND have a kid with you, he (and your kid) is going to make your life a living hell and heaven.
Nagumo would be an unpredictable but fun dad, always coming up with spontaneous activities to keep his kid happy and entertained.
He'd pull small pranks on and with his child, like hiding their favourite toy or sneaking up on them, just to see them laugh when they catch him.
You know peekaboo? Think to the EXTREME! Gumo covering his kid's eyes and VOILA he's a whole 'nother person! (Warning: this may or may not traumatize your child, like, have you seen the videos where babies cry after their dads just shave their beards???) Soon, I'm sure the kid will get used to it and can tell when their dad is disguised better than you can.
Despite his carefree attitude, he'd be fiercely protective, always keeping an eye on his kiddo from the shadows to make sure they're safe.
He'd make teaching self-defence a game, showing his child how to be quick and nimble without making it feel like a strict lesson.
Nagumo would struggle with deep emotional conversations, but he'd always be a good listener when his child wanted to talk, especially if they were feeling down. He'd be on their level (much to your chagrin.)
On that note, you most likely will have to be the 'mean' to his 'fun' parent. Don't even get me started on the 'birds and the bees' talk. He might even volunteer to do it, but I wouldn't count on him to do it properly.
Physical affection would be a big thing for him—playfully ruffling his child's hair, giving them gentle pats on the back, blowing raspberries on their cheeks and bellies, or even picking them up for a hug and swinging them around. Just keep an eye out in case he starts throwing the kid in the air (you can trust him to always catch them, but you don't want either of them getting too carried away).
He'd probably joke around with other parents and show up at school events unpredictably, causing a stir with his antics, but always making his child feel proud and loved.
Nagumo would encourage his child to be independent, letting them figure things out on their own while secretly making sure they're safe every step of the way.
When it comes to advice, he'd drop bits of wisdom disguised as offhand remarks, teaching his child important life lessons in the most unconventional ways.
He wouldn't follow a strict parenting style, instead preferring to give his kiddo the freedom to explore the world, knowing he'd always be there if they needed him.
If his kid ever felt embarrassed or shy about something, Gumo would immediately do the same thing, just to make them laugh and feel better about it.
He would tell white lies / unrealistic jokes to his kid because he believes children and their innocence should be protected (and maybe teased for their naïveté). "Santa is fosho real!" "I went to Area 51 a while back!" "If you eat your carrots, you can see in the dark like me!"
Nagumo would spoil tf out of his kid--whether it's toys or sweets. He'd be responsible for all their potential cavities, but he'd also ensure the kiddo brushes their teeth every time (maybe even using one of those fun songs to count the time, etc). The kid would never think of it as a chore with him around.
When the kid is young-young, like still a toddler/preschool-aged and did things to get them in trouble, Gumo would get scolded along with them (but mostly him, because he should know better and it's probably his own dang influence). When the kid is school-aged, they will get scolded equally (except you can withhold a lot more from Nagumo lmao). I'm going to post a mini scenario of this one within the next few days! Stay tuned!!! (Part 2: You v. Nagumo and Toddler up!)
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Thank you for brainstorming with me, Memi (@dearsecretlover)! The spoiled rotten with toys and scolding were just 🤌 the best additions!
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violettathepiratequeen · 6 months ago
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I have solved the mystery of why Spike feels so off in AtS Season 5. Because I'm rewatching Buffy's cameos in S1 of Angel and she feels the same way, in that she just doesn't feel like Buffy, at all. She's bitchier, whinier, way more self-absorbed, which was kinda the problem with Spike in AtS S5 as well.
And I can't help but wonder if that's because it's how Angel secretly sees them, so that's how they're portrayed on his show. It explains why he's such a dull hunk of wood and Spike is just charisma and sexiness and love and devotion and danger and pain on BtVS. Because that's how Buffy subconsciously sees them. Of course the actions are still the actions, obviously, however they're perceived, but that's not what I'm talking about. I mean that the characters were written and created from the POV of the protagonist, and even the actions we're not fond of just came along because the protagonist expected nothing less of them.
Would have been interesting to have a Spike series and see how he views these two lol. I'm guessing Angel as one of those French aristrocrats in a powdered wig and Buffy as a sword-wielding queen of the fairies.
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Editing to add that I actually think there is a very clear divide on who belongs on which show. Angel, Cordy, Wesley, Faith, Harmony, Dru, and Darla THRIVED on AtS character-wise, and I actually liked every single one of them so much better on that show than I did on Buffy.
Spike and Buffy belong on the original. I'm a strong believer in crossovers, but only in micro doses, haha, and not destroying the stories that BtVS had been so carefully building.
Andrew can bop around on whatever show he wants, he's good at picking up the flavor of whoever he gets close to, like a mushroom.
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cakerybakery · 6 days ago
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Huge fan of your work
Hear me out, Cow sinner Adam 👀 (I feel like I've seen this idea before but imma say it just in case)
Basically Adam is just living in the hotel like normal, however his tits start to lactate like crazy so he has to secretly milk himself. He realized he could sell his milk and so that's what he does and the hotel starts to notice all this new shit Adam keeps buying. So Lucifer gets suspicious and sneaks into Adams room and is very surprised to see 2 fridges, one was provided to the guests while the other is new.
Lucifer opens it to reveal breast milk in those baggys. Lucifer basically starts stealing some after realizing how good it tastes and Adam starts to notice some missing milk.
I’ve done a bull Adam before, I can totally picture a cow Adam.
@sir-tater-of-the-tot
Milk snake
They were truly top-tier tits. The best fucking pair Adam had ever seen or squeezed. Firm, large, and perky. He could spend all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. Adam wanted to bury his face in them. Just go to fucking town on them. Their only problem was that they were his.
He dropped his tits and sighed, watching how well they bounced in the mirror.
It wasn’t fair. He finally found a pair of tits better than Eve’s, and they were his own.
Playing with them got him hard, but not because he found them attractive. Oh no, nothing as great as that. In fact, he didn’t find them sexually attractive at all. They were hot, he could appreciate how perfect they were, but seeing them didn’t get his dick hard. Nope. Nothing. Instead, playing with the sensitive breast and nipples did.
Adam had even cum a couple times from just fondling his tits. Groping them, squeezing them, rubbing and pinching the nipples. It was just supposed to be a little foreplay before getting to the good stuff, his dick, instead, he found himself unable to stop playing with them. He followed his needs, stimulating his breasts until he came.
He lay there in the afterglow, slowly coming to his senses that his hands never left the glorious pair of milkers he’d been gifted when he fell. That he lay there on his bed, legs spread, cum dripping, and his tits aching to be touched again, and never once laid a finger on his cock.
They had been so hard to hide as well. It wasn’t so bad when he had worn robes. He was rather shapeless in the robe. But then Angel started asking why he always wore a dress, and it seemed pants were in order.
So he started muzzling his sweater puppies down with tape and a few large hoodies.
It hurt. Like a shit ton. Eventually he stopped and ended up just buying a sports bra. It stopped him from jiggling, and no one seemed to notice his tits. Not even the princess of pep, who once noticed he changed his shampoo from honey and milk scented to almond and milk scented.
It could be that at his size they simply weren’t saying crap to his face about his sinner form. Maybe coming in near nine feet tall with sharp horns, big, thick hooves that easily crushed anything he stepped on, and generally being a bull in a China shop got most folks to back off.
At least the majority of his golden spots were hidden under his clothing. There was only the one over his left eye that showed. The one covering his back, wrapped around to his sides and thighs, shaped annoyingly much like his wings used to be, was always covered. Along with the random splotches on his legs and arms.
His breasts had been aching like crazy lately, though. Just soreness. Like he had a knot but in his tits.
He looked at them in the mirror again.
It just hurt. Right along the side of his tit. He pressed with his thumb against a hard node. Rubbing it towards the nipple, but that didn’t help as the breast moved too easily. He grabbed the breast by the underside to hold the tit and pressed again. It was definitely what hurt. Some sort of bump. He rubbed, pushing his thump towards his large areola, and watched as a thin stream of milk sprayed the mirror. The pearly, shimmering white milk beaded on his nipple, and he nearly cried.
His breasts ached so badly because they were full of milk.
Adam tried to ignore his breasts after that, but they hurt so fucking much.
They made it hard to sleep. The aching was constant and edging into pain.
He felt the instinct to relieve his heavy chest constantly.
The nodes were hard, and he eventually gave in. He did it in the shower so he wouldn’t have to clean crap up and could just pretend it never happened.
As he massaged his breasts and expressed his milk, Adam recalled vaguely that the little lumps were clogs. Eve got them sometimes when a baby was latching poorly or weaning from milk. They came from not expressing the milk out enough.
Adam remembered what happened to Eve when the clogs became a problem. Ignoring his breasts was going to give him an infection.
Expressing the milk felt so good. His heavy, aching tits felt relief for the first time in a couple weeks.
He stood there in the shower, hot water running down his back, steam in the air, and milked himself until nothing else would come.
Adam liked to claim he was a bull sinner, but the truth was he was a cow. One that had desperately needed to be milked.
For a few weeks, Adam showered about three times a day, expressing the milk from his breast by hand. He was starting to fucking hate the shower.
One day as he was procrastinating a shower, and looking up ways to express milk faster, when he got an ad for a breast pump and realized breast pumps fucking existed. He would be saved from multiple daily showers, and the hotel’s water bill would go back to normal.
He ordered some to be delivered discreetly and waited an agonizing three days for the free delivery. The only kind he could afford after splurging all his savings on the pump.
Following the instructions, he sterilized the components, sat properly, hooked himself up, and moaned in relief as his tits were sucked dry.
“Oh yeah. That’s the shit right there.”
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t ache.
As Adam watched the bottles that came with the machine fill up, he kind of felt guilty. In the shower, he didn’t see how much it was, but looking at it, there was a lot of milk being wasted.
‘Fuuuuck!’
He thought the W-word.
His old anxieties from Earth kicked in. The hard winters when they didn’t have enough, and he wonder how he would feed his wife and children. The warm summers filled with times of plenty when things went to waste because they didn’t know how to preserve things yet and it hurt to let things go to waste.
Adam hated waste.
He hated wasting food. Even in heaven, he made sure to finish off whatever he took.
He hated wasting time. There was always stuff to do.
He hated the wastes of sperm the sinners were, wasting their shot into heaven in order to harm others.
A fucking waste!
And now, here he was, wasting precious milk. But what could he do? He had no babies to feed it to. He checked on that situation as soon as he fell and realized what was going on up top. The fact that he was all male below the waist had given him a mixed bag reaction. Relief but also a sense of longing he hadn’t felt since being alive.
So he went to the only place weird enough for answers. The internet.
He found recipes and art, but he didn’t want to eat his own titty juice, and he wasn’t interested in making art. Adam liked music, but he never had the sit stillness for painting and drawing.
Giving up, he moved on to sinstagram. Half-heartedly thinking that maybe there were some ideas there.
Normally he just paid attention to the imps and succubi posting pictures of their tits when one of his favourite actresses came up. She wasn’t in her usual revealing outfit, and he almost kept scrolling when he caught the word breastmilk in her post.
He scrolled back up to the beginning, and the video started to play.
“Hey guys! I’m working with the Pentagram City Hospital as this month’s charity of the month. They’re looking for things like baby hats, blood donations, and even breast milk donations. And as per usual, I’ll be working with them to personally donate my time and money. For every donation of hats, blood, or milk, you’ll receive fifty dollars from me. And this is throughout the month.”
You can donate milk?
This stuff would probably go to waste today, but he could still go down and get signed up.
He cleaned himself up and the pump up, puttered around with one of the princess’ exercises before excusing himself and taking the city bus down to the hospital.
Possibly the worst part was the surprised look on the imp nurse’s face when he told why he was there.
“You’re a… a… well… a sinner though.”
So it actually wasn’t too bad. He expected more judgement, but he supposed this was hell.
They were far more surprised by a sinner producing breast milk than him being male. The nurse immediately clocked him as a cow instead of a bull, and he’d be offended, but she just shrugged, “I lived on a ranch.”
They asked him some questions and ran some tests, and he was good to go. Since he was full again, they pumped him and were amazed by the volume.
For the rest of the month, he kept the milk in his personal fridge and then took it down to be donated and to get pumped down there. Collecting fifty bucks every day.
It got annoying quick though. If he wasn’t getting paid, he wouldn’t do it at all; he bitched once to the nurse.
Adam didn’t really mean it. But likely he’d just freeze it or something and take it down every few days instead. Breast milk was only good for a couple days; after that, it needed to be frozen. He didn’t want to waste it, not when there were a bunch of hell-born babies that could use it. But once they were no longer paying him, he wouldn’t be down every fucking day.
Well, the nurse must have said something to someone, because next thing he knew they were offering him four hundred a week to keep coming. Adam was a golden cow to the neonatal ward.
With no babies to feed of his own, which gave his heart an envious twinge when he saw the little ones go by, the milk bank wasn’t just getting the leftovers of the few hellborns that were overproducing. And oh boy was he overproducing. He could definitely fully feed a set of year-old twins with his milk every few hours.
All the pumping had a downside. He had to up the pumping from just three times a day to six to relieve the ache and had to buy a fridge/freezer combo to keep it all in. On the days he donated the milk, he didn’t bother freezing it.
Other than the inconvenience of having to pump, it was a pretty sweet gig. Babies in the hospitals around hell got breast milk. He got four hundred bucks a week for something he could do while scrolling on his phone or watching TV.
He looked antisocial as fuck, always having to go up to his room to pump during the day.
And getting the breast milk out of the hotel undetected was a nightmare. Lucifer was always in the lobby with one of his projects, making ducks, doing crosswords to help stop him from just making ducks, or painting ducks on canvas because he was bad at crosswords but promised to stop making so many duck toys after they started spilling out of his own room, to asking where he was going.
But four hundred bucks was four hundred bucks.
He was enjoying having the extra cash on hand too.
-
Angel was the first to notice, and Charlie was the first to suggest Lucifer talk to Adam.
He had no job but suddenly had money to burn, and everyone now wondered if he’d gotten mixed up in some criminal, even if not actually a crime in hell, activity.
Charlie kept gasping and listing some horrible mortal crime.
“Ah! What if he’d dealing drugs? Ah! What if he’s burying bodies at night?” She paced back and forth in his office. “Dad! What if he runs a gang?”
Lucifer had quite enough of her theories. He was trying to do one of the crosswords from the book Charlie had given him, and it was hard to concentrate with her freaking out over what was likely nothing.
It didn’t matter how much he assured her that Adam likely just picked up some part-time job; she still fretted.
Of course he was secretly worried that Adam had some sort of criminal job by accident. Adam wasn’t an innocent man by any means, but he’d been tucked safely away in heaven when people really started to sin. He could be getting tricked by someone.
So Lucifer agreed to check it out. Every third day Adam left with a large backpack and the least believable excuses in the realm.
“Going on a private picnic, my skinny white ass.” Lucifer muttered to himself.
Adam hadn’t left yet for the day, so whatever he was hiding was still in his room. Charlie was keeping everyone busy with an exercise, so he had about half an hour.
Shapeshifting into a snake, he easily slipped under the door. He slithered through the messy room. Flicking his tongue as he went to try and get a taste of some sort of drugs or gunpowder, unusual dirt, anything out of place.
All he got was milk. Lots and lots of milk.
He moved among the dirty clothing and discarded junk, past the mini fridge, the counter, the full-sized fridge, and the potted plant that had seen better days, making his way towards-
Wait.
Lucifer picked his head up and looked back. He twisted his head to the side in confusion. Residents only got one mini fridge, not a full-sized fridge. What could he need a second fridge for?
Transforming back to his regular form, he went back to the small kitchenette area. Each room had one. Just a place people can use to store little food items and prep snacks or such.
A mini fridge, a small sink, cupboards, a little electric range, and a microwave. Enough that someone doesn’t have to go down to the hotel kitchen to make some instant noodles or something.
The large fridge isn’t supposed to be there. Whatever’s going on is being stored in that fridge.
On one side were a couple dozen strangely flattened bags, frozen. On the other side were a few unfrozen bags standing up.
He pulled one out, and the bag had measurements on them. Lucifer opened it and sniffed. It smelled like milk.
Sticking his finger in, Lucifer gave it a taste. It was definitely milk. But it had a flavour he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was rather good.
The lock on the door suddenly clicked, and he could hear Charlie shout Adam's name suddenly.
Lucifer quickly closed the fridge and shifted back, but he still held the bag he had grabbed from the fridge. He slithered into a pile of laundry.
Waiting, nestled among Adam's dirty boxers and sweaty t-shirts, Lucifer tried not to flick his tongue absentmindedly lest he lick something he’d rather not or smell something he definitely didn’t want to.
He watched as Adam managed to get away from Charlie and shut the door.
Adam rubbed his chest and grimaced as he walked to the kitchenette. There was a lot of shuffling of metal pots, some water running, and Adam turned on the stove.
Pulling his sweater off, Adam tossed it on the dresser, and Lucifer stared at Adam’s chest.
If his little snake jaw could drop, it would. At first Lucifer thought Adam was wearing some sort of crop top, but when Adam pulled the garment off, Lucifer realized it was a bra, and that bra was hiding a lovely pair of breasts.
Lucifer could see the spots as golden as Adam’s wings from when he’d been an angel. How Adam’s fingers absentmindedly petted the patch that crossed his back and hips.
With the beasts freed from their cage, Adam seemed to breathe easier. He leaned against the counter as he scrolled through his phone until a timer went off and he started doing something Lucifer couldn’t see at the counter.
As Adam went to walk by, Lucifer ducked a little into the clothing and accidentally flicked his tongue.
‘Ugh.’ All he could smell was sweat and old milk. Not a pleasant combination. That was it; he was putting washing and drying machines in each room. Lucifer drank a bit of the milk in the bag to get rid of the taste and smell in his mouth of Adam’s dirty laundry.
God, it tasted really good. It reminded him of- something. Just right there on the tip of his forked tongue. Where did he get this?
He watched Adam sit down in his chair, turn on the TV, and hold some weird-looking devices to his breasts. As Adam turned them on and it made a sucking noise, Lucifer was even more confused.
The fuck was Adam doing? It was like those ads Lucifer would see on TV before he stopped watching television for penis pumps. Was that some kind of breast pump? Was he trying to make his tits even bigger?
Why? Unless he was showing them off for money, why would he want bigger breasts?
Oh god!
Was Adam a stripper? Is that why he has so much money now? Was he trying to earn more by making his breasts bigger? Did he like his job, or was he just desperate for money? Did he make a deal with someone? Were they forcing him to strip? Forcing him to make his breasts bigger?
It took close to a minute of Lucifer trying to wrap his mind around the whys and the thousands of questions and the brewing anger that someone was probably taking advantage of his normally so modestly dressing frie— guy who lives at the hotel, who actively avoids his body being seen. A guy whose tits were going to be featured in every one of Lucifer’s sex dreams from now on, which was its own set of issues in Lucifer’s brain. It took him that long to realize he could hear a spraying noise.
Looking back at Adam, the copious amount of milk in the fridge and freezer, and the strange bags, it started to make sense.
It was a breast pump, but not for what Lucifer had thought.
This answered the questions Lucifer had about the milk in the fridge but not what he was doing with it. And he still didn’t have an answer for why Adam could afford the things he was buying. Lucifer suspected both things were related; he just didn’t know how.
Lucifer waited half an hour or so until Adam was done and he got up.
Once Adam was in the kitchenette and had his back to Lucifer, he slithered out of the pile of dirty laundry. Moving quickly but trying to stay hidden as he slithered through the room, Lucifer made his way into Adam’s backpack.
There was a side pocket on the backpack, and Lucifer had to shrink down a little, but he was able to coil up inside of the pocket.
It took patience, but once Adam washed and put away his breast pump, then dressed again, he grabbed the backpack. Lucifer stayed very still to not draw attention to himself as Adam filled the bag up.
The backpack was slung onto Adam’s back, and Lucifer poked his head out just in time to see the now empty fridge being closed.
Adam sounded fidgety. Lucifer could hear him playing with the strap and pacing from foot to foot as they waited for the elevator to descend. They pass through the lobby quickly, and Lucifer pops his head out just enough for Charlie to see him before ducking back in.
Hopefully that will reassure Charlie that he had everything well in hand.
He didn’t; right now he didn’t even have hands. But he wasn’t worried either.
Lucifer was the devil. Whatever weird fucking shit Adam has gotten himself mixed up in, he could handle it.
They took the bus, and Lucifer moved carefully from the pocket up to Adam’s hood. It was a bit of a risky move, but Lucifer didn’t want to get left behind with the backpack if Adam set it down or gave it to someone.
He peeked out as they got to their stop, and Lucifer nearly twisted all the way around in confusion when he saw that they were at the hospital.
Adam spoke to the nurses like he knew them all personally; he even stopped to chat with a couple about some upcoming concerts he was saving up to go to.
“Tickets in the nosebleed section cost like two weeks worth of milk.” He lamented. “But it’ll be worth it. And I have a couple months to save up.”
"I know the feeling." The nurse sighed. "I went a few decades ago when they were last in Pentagram City. The ticket cost me an arm and a leg, both right for some reason, but it was so worth it."
"You'd think they'd come to the capital city more often." A different nurse said. "Shouldn't we get all the cool shit? The king lives here."
Adam scoffed, "As if he'd go to something as cool as a rock show. Guy's an old man with his ducks and crosswords. Totally lame."
Lucifer almost bit him.
"Besides, the band broke up for like twenty years. This is a reunion tour."
One of the nurses just snorted, “Old man or not, the king is still cute.”
Oh, he liked that one.
"Hey, Adam!"
Someone new had come up, and Lucifer desperately wished he could put a face to the voices. See what was going on a little. But if he poked his head out, he'd be caught.
"Hey, Helen. Good to see you."
"Weren't you just here the other day?" Helen teased.
Adam laughed, "What can I say? I love visiting with you ladies."
"Flirt." Helen laughed. "I'll take everything down to the milk bank and be right back with your check for the week."
"Thanks, Helen."
So Adam was selling his milk to the hospital. There was nothing illegal or criminal about that. Not even unethical. Honourable even. The bastard might just make it back to heaven doing this sort of thing.
Adam continued to chat with the nurses until Helen returned with his check and he left. The rest of the trip was fairly boring. The bank, he stopped to get some ice cream, which just made Lucifer think about breastmilk ice cream, and finally back to the hotel.
Lucifer dropped to the grass outside and waited for Adam to go inside before turning back. He immediately fell as he went to move forward because he'd been a snake for a couple hours and forgot for a moment that he had legs.
With the information he gathered, he put Charlie and everyone else's minds at ease but didn't tell them what he knew. Just that it was fine and safe, and obviously Adam didn't want them to know.
For the most part, people were content with that. Secrets around the hotel had a way of biting everyone in the ass. If Adam wasn't mixed up in some criminal type of activity and they wouldn't be going into battle again, then people were mostly happy to let sleeping hellhounds lie.
Lucifer couldn't let things lie, particularly not as he lay in bed at night, remembering Adam's breasts. He wished he hadn't left what was left of that baggie of milk in that pile of Adam's dirty clothing. That flavour was bothering him. It tasted familiar.
He lay there remembering it and it clicked. The milk tasted like how Eden smelled.
He wanted more.
Ignoring the craving he'd developed didn't help.
Just being around Adam was giving him urges he couldn't explain. Not to a sane person anyway.
Lucifer wanted to drain Adam dry in more ways than one.
He could smell the milk on Adam now. The hint of milk when he started to look uncomfortable, before he left to go up to his room for a bit.
Lucifer hadn't been paying attention before, but now he was.
After a couple weeks, he couldn't take it anymore and snuck back into Adam's room. He opened the fridge only to find it empty.
Adam had frozen every last drop.
So he waited. Lucifer didn't even leave Adam's room.
All night he watched Adam sleep and resisted the desire to slither between those tits.
It was apparently delivery day, as Adam didn't freeze the batch he pumped that morning.
As soon as Adam was gone, Lucifer stole a bag from the fridge. Promising himself it was just this one time.
-
Either he was going crazy or someone was stealing his milk.
Adam had just finished his fourth pump of the day, and each tit filled their own bag; even he could figure out that he should have eight bags of milk. But counting the ones in his hands that he just pumped, there were only seven bags.
Someone was definitely stealing his milk. Worse, they were stealing it from fucking babies. The preemies in the NICUs across hell were fed his fucking milk to help them grow.
He was going to fucking murder someone.
But first, Adam was buying a camera and setting it up in his room. Once he caught the bastard and tore them a new hole, Adam was going to be strictly freezing the milk and putting a lock on the fridge.
Of course it took a few more days, but Adam saw what he was looking for.
Lucifer.
The fucker was at least drinking it. If Lucifer had been dumping it or something, then Adam would have ripped him two new holes instead of the one Adam owed him.
Adam decided it would be best to catch Lucifer red-handed instead of just accusing him. So he waited.
It took until early afternoon a few days later for Lucifer to show up in Adam's room. As soon as Lucifer opened the fridge and started pulling out a bag, Adam burst in with a triumphant, "AH HA!"
Lucifer dropped the still closed bag and froze in shock. He fumbled over his words and Adam interrupted him.
"Cut the crap, asshole. I have you on camera. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Turning golden, Lucifer admitted to stealing the milk to drink.
“Fucking, why?”
“It- it tastes good.”
Adam could have strangled the man. “That’s not a fucking excuse to steal from babies! You know how many babies one of those bags can feed. Like fucking eight newborns!” Scooping up the dropped bag, he put it back in the fridge and slammed the door shut.
He boxed Lucifer in at the counter. The bastard king of hell barely came up to his elbows, so Adam had to lean down to loom over him properly.
Adam was livid. “You sick little bastard.” He jabbed Lucifer in the chest. “I know you’re a fucking sin and all but to steal from babies is a new low.”
“It-!”
“I don’t want any of your shit!”
“I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Oh is that so? You want milk so bad? Fine!” Adam tore off his hoodie and bra without so much as a second thought. He grabbed Lucifer and pulled him to his chest. “Drink up, if you want it so fuc-!”
Lucifer did just what Adam told him to do. He latched onto the breast and suckled.
Adam’s knees felt weak and started to buckle as pleasure ran through him. They crashed against the counter as Adam’s legs gave out on him. He went from enraged to horny like the flick of a switch, or the flick of Lucifer’s forked tongue over his nipple.
He rutted against Lucifer and whimpered. The urge to moo was insane. Adam could feel what little had replenished in his breast draining, and he could hear Lucifer swallowing.
Lucifer’s hands held onto Adam as they sank to the floor together.
They ended up with Adam on top, just keeping himself up by his forearms, while Lucifer switched breasts.
Adam let out a whimpering ‘moo’ as he came.
His whole body thrummed with every draw of milk from his breast.
Kneading the empty tit with one hand, Lucifer drank from the other to his satisfaction. Coming off with a pop, Lucifer continued to pay attention to Adam’s breasts. Groping them, pinching the nipples as the pearly white liquid beaded up slowly, and lapping up the milk until Adam couldn’t stand the attention anymore and rolled off of Lucifer onto his back.
The man tried to follow, but Adam pushed him off.
“Cut it out.” Adam groaned, holding the little milk snake back by the face. “Too much stimulation. I need a break.”
Lucifer’s long tongue licked around Adam’s wrist, and he let go of Lucifer’s face, wiping the saliva onto Lucifer’s jacket.
“If I tell you to stop drinking the donor milk, am I going to catch you in here again?”
Looking stricken, as though he was trying to tell Adam he wouldn’t be back but knew in his heart he would, Lucifer let out a little whine.
Adam sighed and got up onto his hooves. “You do not touch the milk in that fridge, got it?”
Lucifer muttered a half-hearted agreement.
“Good.” He held out a hand and helped Lucifer to his feet. “Then you can come back at midnight. My chest should be full again by then.”
He had to shield his eyes as Lucifer burst into excited flames.
The flamed died down and Lucifer’s eyes deadlocked onto Adam’s tits as a goofy grin spread across his face. Adam covered himself as he flushed and shoved Lucifer towards the door and out of it.
The rest of the day was a long one. Adam still did everything he normally did. Pumped, dropped off the milk, ate dinner, got ready for bed, pumped some more.
Adam wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this as he showered again to make sure he was clean for when Lucifer came over. It felt important even though it was his third shower of the day.
Restless, he’d turn on the television only to turn it off again. Adam scrolled on his phone only to keep jumping from app to app, too impatient to even wait for a load screen half the time. He tried reading and playing guitar, but nothing distracted him from the clock and the looming knowledge that he’d invited Lucifer over to practically come suck on his tits.
He tried to placate himself by telling himself that Lucifer coming over was for selfish reasons. That his breasts hurt in the mornings since he didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to pump. That he was just staying up later than normal and getting that extra pump in to keep Lucifer out of the stuff for donating.
Midnight hit, and Lucifer knocked as soon as the clock rolled over to the next day.
Adam barely let Lucifer in the door, and the devil was wrapped around him. Lucifer pressed his face against Adam’s abdomen and was lost under Adam’s tits.
He muffled a horny moaning moo and shut the door.
“Okay,” Adam peeled the gluttonous king off him. “Let me pump, and you can have it.”
Lucifer frowned before shooting Adam a coy smile. “Or, instead of getting the pump all dirty and it needing to be washed again, how about I just drink the milk from the source?” Lucifer’s hand reached up and kneaded Adam’s heavy breasts, full to burst with milk. His thumbs ran over Adam’s sore nipples, and Adam’s knees weakened as he bit back another mooing moan.
He remembered how good it had felt and how he came with little effort. It was very different from the pump. But Eve had said something similar when they were alive. That when she fed the babies, it was different than when Adam would stimulate her breasts and nipples during sex. The pump was clinical. Its purpose was to draw the milk from Adam’s breasts, and Adam didn’t find it anymore sexy than he found his own chest attractive. But Lucifer drinking from him was sexual and arousing.
That snake was pressing Adam back across the room, down into the armchair, and climbing into Adam’s lap.
Lucifer had barely touched his breasts, and Adam’s cock was hard. It was too difficult for Adam to tell Lucifer no, so he told him yes.
Adam had forgone the bra.
To avoid leaking too much milk he had avoided pressing on his breasts, they still leaked, just not as much. Not for the first time, he considered buying a few maternity bras.
Since buying the breast pump, the ads in his feed were full of things like that. But he’d been afraid a maternity bra, something made to absorb the milk that naturally leaked out during the day, especially when full of milk, would accentuate his tits instead of hiding them.
Pushing up Adam’s hoodie, Lucifer helped himself to Adam’s tits.
Lucifer rocked his own dick against Adam’s as he drank. Adam had tried just holding onto the armchair, but his hands found Lucifer’s hips and ground them together as a moo escaped his mouth.
As Lucifer finished draining him on one side, Lucifer kept fondling and sucking on the breast. Kissing it, lapping at the large nipple, and giving the tit small nips.
A hand went down the waistband of his sweatpants and gripped him firmly. Lucifer stroked Adam’s cock, lavished attention on the drained tit, and teased the full one with release as Lucifer squeezed it to encourage the breast to letdown.
Adam could only hold onto Lucifer and try not to be too loud as he came. He wasn’t sated. There was the other breast left, and Adam’s legs were spread as wide as the chair would allow. He needed Lucifer between them. In him. He desperately needed Lucifer to cum in him.
Lucifer pulled his hand away from Adam’s cock, and Adam stopped him. Not wanting to admit what he needed out loud, Adam guided the fingers dripping in cum further down between his legs.
The wet stroking and teasing was frustrating. Adam just wanted Lucifer to fuck him.
“Let’s go to the bed.” Lucifer suggested. “Then I can really spread these pretty legs of yours.”
Adam didn’t need anymore persuading and quickly found himself stripped and on all fours on the mattress as Lucifer teased him.
“Does the pretty cow need to be bred?” Lucifer thrusted his lube and cum-covered fingers in and out of Adam.
Adam whimpered. It was good, but he needed Lucifer’s cock inside him or he would go nuts. “Yes, oh god. I need it so bad.”
“What was that?” Lucifer slowed his fingers to rub against Adam’s prostate. “What does the pretty cow say?”
Adam moaned out a moo, and Lucifer praised him for his answer.
As a reward, Lucifer pulled his hand out and pushed the tip of his dick in.
“Come on, Adam. Does the pretty cow want more?”
“Moo.” Adam had to force himself to answer correctly instead of saying yes.
“Good girl.” Lucifer sank in another couple of inches, and Adam caught onto the game. He mooed, and Lucifer fucked him deeper.
Adam mooed again desperately. He’d seen Lucifer’s dick when they’d undressed and knew Lucifer had a ways to go. But the teasing bitch just pulled out and waited for Adam to beg again.
He mooed over and over as Lucifer teased him. Thrusting in a little deeper each time and pulling nearly all the way out. Slowly, so Adam could feel every inch of dick in his ass. Lucifer praised him, calling him a good girl and whispering how he was going to bred Adam so fucking good.
Adam was living for it. He was a good girl. He wanted Lucifer to bred him. He needed to be fucked by Lucifer so badly.
It was a shame that Lucifer wasn’t a bull. Adam bet that would feel amazing. Lucifer pushing down on him, Lucifer with ears like his, big horns, fucking Adam until he filled Adam with cum. Adam needed to be breed. He needed their little calves growing in his belly. Put the milk in his tits to work.
He must have spoke mindlessly as he heard Lucifer chuckle that deep laugh of his and go, “Oh, you want to be fucked by a bull, do you? Alright.”
Adam choked out an “OH GOD!” As he felt Lucifer’s dick widen and spread him more. Looking over his shoulder, it was just what he wanted.
Lucifer with cute little cow ears and bull horns. And apparently a cock to go with it.
A hand yanked a little on Adam’s little cowtail, and Adam mooed, “Bred me. Please!”
“Of course. So long as I get some of that milk too.”
“Yes. Just please! I need calves.”
“If that’s your desire.” Lucifer kissed Adam’s back, and a warmth spread through him. “Let’s get you pregnant, Adam.”
Oh god, it was really going to happen? Fear spiked through Adam as he realized he was going to get pregnant, then disappeared as he realized he was going to get pregnant!
He rocked on Lucifer cock and mooed. He wanted it so fucking badly. Adam felt like he would die if Lucifer didn’t fill him with cum and give him a baby.
Lucifer fucked him hard and fast. A hand on Adam’s back easily pushed him into the mattress, and Adam just had to brace as Lucifer screwed his brains out.
His mind was a melty mess that could only focus on two things: Lucifer’s wondrous cock and the pleasurable sensation of it setting off his nerve endings until he could taste electricity and his brain tingled, and that he was going to have a baby.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
Adam really couldn’t wait. “Cum in me already, you bastard!”
“You’re so impatient, Adam.” Lucifer wrapped a hand around Adam cock and stroked him as Lucifer fucked him. “Cum for me first, my pretty golden cow, and I’ll be able to get off too.”
It wasn’t hard for Adam to cum. His cock was already leaking as much as his still full tit; in only a few strokes, Adam was mooing into the mattress as his legs finally gave out. Only a few good fucks into him, and Lucifer moaned his own moo before slumping down onto Adam’s back.
Lucifer laughed as his breath came back to him. “Fuck. Really can’t help that moo, can you? I was kind of wondering if you were playing that up. But fuck. No. That just slipped out of my mouth.” He pulled out, and Adam moved out of the wet spot on the bed to lay on his back.
He ached so good. In all the most satisfying ways.
While almost. Adam’s one breast was still full and ached. Normally he was asleep by now, and it wouldn’t bother him. Adam groaned and started to get up when Lucifer snuggled up to him.
Adam figured he could probably wait a couple more minutes to pump and closed his eyes.
He’d been having a nice dream about being in a field of flowers with a cute little baby with his own little golden spots and flicky cow ears while an unusual sensation woke him up.
Opening an eye, he groaned at the brightness of the room. Adam had fallen asleep with the lights on. As he woke, he realized the sensation was his breast being drained.
His brain was still waking up, and it took him embarrassingly long to realize he hadn’t fallen asleep while pumping, but Lucifer has helped himself.
Pulling off, Lucifer licked Adam’s nipple before he nuzzled Adam’s breasts. “Did I wake you?”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “How long was I asleep?”
“Not long. Fifteen minutes, maybe?” Lucifer rubbed his face on Adam’s tits again as though he wanted to get back to drinking the milk inside.
Adam ran his hand through Lucifer’s hair, then held the breast up. “You might as well finish, asshole.”
Lucifer licked the sensitive nipple and smirked, “Is that any way to speak to the father of your child?” He ran a hand down to Adam’s belly and rubbed the soft skin.
“Am I actually pregnant?”
“The spell is foolproof.”
“Oh good, so not even you can mess it up.” Adam teased.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and kneaded Adam’s breasts before taking the half-empty one in his mouth and continuing to drink.
Adam groaned. It felt good, but he was too tired to actually enjoy how horny it made him. At least he’d be able to sleep comfortably soon.
Pulling off again, Lucifer looked at him quizzically. “You think your tits will get even bigger with the baby?”
Adam groaned. He hadn’t thought about that. “If they do, I’ll never get rid of you.”
“Sorry, but I do believe we had a deal; you get calves and I get milk.” Lucifer licked Adam’s breast. “You’re definitely not getting rid of me.”
He just hmmed and petted Lucifer's soft little ear. “Perhaps you should have gotten that in writing. Because I don’t recall any such deal.”
Lucifer opened his mouth and shut it again. He knitted his brows together and looked fit to be tied. Because Adam was right, verbal deals were worth the paper they were written on.
“Being pregnant, I don’t have use for a bull anymore.” Adam continued to stroke Lucifer’s ear. “You’re pretty cute like this, though. I suppose I’ll keep you around.”
He perked back up at that.
Adam tugged Lucifer’s face up to his, and Lucifer leaned in and kissed him. It was everything their sex wasn’t. Soft and short.
Yeah. He’d keep Lucifer around.
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They were still top-tier tits. Firm, even larger, but it was hard to tell if they were still perky as they sat on his large pregnant belly. Lucifer seemed to like them. He spent all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. He would bury his face in them. Just went to fucking town on them whenever he could.
Adam put a hand on his stomach and felt a kick. He watched the skin across his tight stomach move as the baby rolled. It wouldn’t be long now. The baby had dropped the other day, and Adam could breathe easier again as his son was no longer taking up residence against his lower lungs.
The downside was that it made his waddling worse as the baby settled into his pelvis. The bed seemed so far away now that he couldn’t move very fast.
Sinking down onto the bed felt good. Getting off his feet after a long day and settling into bed was heaven. Adam rolled over onto his left side, towards the empty side of the bed.
Something coiled around his ankle under the covers. Winding its way up his leg. Squeezing itself between his thighs and into Adam’s boxers. Up the waistband and across his firm belly and nestled its head between his tits.
Giving Lucifer’s snakehead a pet first, he shooed the devil out of his maternity bra and to his side of the bed.
Lucifer turned back into himself with a couple bullish changes and reattached himself to Adam. “How about a roll in the hay, my pretty cow?” He fondled Adam’s breasts through the absorbant bra.
“Roll in it by yourself. I’m tired and sore.” And cranky.
He’s spent all day doing last-minute baby stuff and had to be up early for an appointment in the morning with the OB.
Adam felt guilty about it, but he was a bit glad his milk had slowly gone dry over the first months of his pregnancy. He didn’t need to pump anymore, so that was one thing off his plate. The little bit of colostrum he leaked now wasn’t anything worth trying to pump.
Lucifer scooted up to kiss him on the cheek as Adam yawned. “Okay. I’m going to stay up a bit and wind down with a crossword then, if you don’t mind.”
“No, go ahead.” The light never bothers him. It was barely after nine anyway. Adam was just too wiped to stay up any longer.
Besides, it was nice drifting off to the sounds of Lucifer’s pencil scratching on paper and muttering to himself.
He pulled the covers up to his face and closed his eyes while Lucifer got out his crossword book and pencil.
“A nine-letter word for a serpent thought to have drunk milk?” Lucifer grumbled, annoyed. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Humans keep changing the names of animals.”
Adam chuckled to himself and snuggled down under the covers a little more. Of course the little milk snake wouldn’t recognize himself. It was a good thing Lucifer was cute, cause fuck, he sucked at figuring shit out. At least he was going to give Adam cute little calves.
He couldn’t wait.
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listofwhyyouloveher · 3 months ago
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can you write gang x reader who is really into theater? Thank you🩷
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Summary: The gang and a theater person
Warnings: none
Authors Note: none
PONYBOY is so wowed by your performance in the school play that he talks about you every day. Eventually, it circled back around to him, and you started talking to him. He was always praising you, telling you that you could be an actor, or a Broadway performer. He's all smiles around you.
He loves watching your plays, he thinks it's fascinating how you can portray people so perfectly.
JOHNNY isn't a big fan of plays but went because he likes you. He ends up really falling in love with theater and will secretly watch all your old plays that have been recorded when he comes to your house. He's always helping you memorize your lines, saying one's that you find tricky at random times to remind you.
He wants to one day try theater but he doesn't ever really try. He thinks it's a little embarrassing and he might not be good enough.
SODAPOP is actually in love with theater. His Mom used to reference it a lot, so he's grown his passion from there. He'll always try and catch a free play whenever he can, so he's come to all your school ones. He thinks you're the perfect actor and will always try and tell you that after your plays. He starts talking to you every time he sees you and eventually you guys start dating.
He will always help you rehearse. He'll have some lines memorized, and he'll act it out with you. He finds those moments really beautiful.
STEVE is also crazy about theater because Soda introduced him to it when they were younger. However, his tastes are more war and violent plays rather than the things they'd show at a school. However, McBeth was a good enough alternative. He was absolutely stunned by your performance. It was one of those performances where people could tell that you were going places.
He'd always try to catch your plays after that, and asking you on multiple dates. He'll always try and recommend more action plays for you to do but you just laugh and say maybe.
TWO BIT didn't know theater really existed around him. He thought Broadway was the only place and that it was only for rich people to enjoy. However, he asked you out once and learned that you do theater, so he decided to check it out. He was blown away at how good you did and started attending all the plays that you did.
Sometimes he let's his sister tag along and she stops you from holding hands because it was "only for married couples", she will stand in between you two and hold your hands and make you swing her like a swing. You've gotten a lot of comments about how "cute of a family you have"
DARRY doesn't have time to enjoy things like theater. He'll go because Pony once did a play. It was required by the school so everyone was in it. You were directing the play and Darry saw you and was smitten. You were a recent hire so he just asked around for the new teacher and found you. He apologized for how brash he was but that he wanted to take you out. Obviously it worked.
He'll always buy you tapes of plays from Broadway. He knows that you love watching them and he wants you to be happy.
DALLAS thinks you're a nerd. But he'll date you because you're pretty and smart and good enough to get him out of trouble. He'll never go to your plays if you invite him, but he will watch you mrk out and rehearse for your college drama exam. He thinks you're pretty good at it and he's always pushing you to try acting because he thinks actor is better than "theaterer" (that's what he calls it).
He sometimes finds himself repeating the lines you've been rehearsing to cool off when he's mad.
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woominutes · 9 months ago
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ko kyungjun as a boyfriend
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he is THE hates everyone but you bf
bad boy with a soft spot for you kinda trope
just replace bad boy with bully
he doesn't go out of his way for anyone except you
princess treatment? you got it.
he'd make jinha and seungbin do the work when they are around lol
his love languages are;
acts of service
holding doors for you, buying you snacks, walking you home, helping you the week before and during your period. the things he does for you can erase any doubts that may arise in your head about his feelings for you.
he might hold back sometimes to not appear as a simp and maintain his reputation as the tough bully though.
physical touch
always has his hands on you in a way, mostly around the waist or shoulders. it is a sign of affection but also ownership as he wants to make your relationship known to other boys so they don't even dare to make a move.
also having you on his lap, he loves that. especially during recess at school, you can be found sitting on him while he zones out or talks with jinha and seungbin.
and quality time
asking you to hang out after school, inviting you to his place to chill, tagging along when you have errands to run if he is in the mood for it.
this guy literally walks away from people and situations when he doesn't care to be bothered so spending his time on/with someone definitely means something.
now about gift giving
i don't think he'd put a lot of thought into gifts. on specific occasions like anniversaries or trying to impress you, yes, but nothing too fancy otherwise.
however, you'd get little things; like a flower from a random garden he passed by from.
in my eyes, he's a casual sharer in a relationship
what is his is yours, his basketball sneakers being the only exception. food, clothes, his bed, his heart, everything.
you like his jacket? you'll share it back and forth, one week his and two weeks yours. you like his hoodie? take it. you like his shirt? wear it (but bring it back after a month and borrow another). you like his earrings? you can wear the right one and he'll wear the left one.
words of affirmation is not something he is good at
it's hard for him to express himself. he can throw a few playful sweet words here and there but rarely gets serious. he has his moments, especially after intimate situations with intense feelings, but they're few.
rarely says "i love you", he shows it instead.
he'd be the one to secretly need words of affirmation despite denying it
not too much praise though, he'll get cocky
bro felt love for the first time and his world changed #canon
such a show-off, especially with basketball
"this is for you" *misses the shot*
once threw the ball in hyunho's face because you were looking at the poor boy for too long and kyungjun got jealous
cue nahee running to help hyunho with his bloody nose
he eliminates your worries when he can
(we all know how I'm talking about)
tending to his wounds whenever he gets injured
insecure hence extreme jealousy
someone looks at you for too long? glares at them. someone talks to you? either waves them off or mocks them when they leave. someone confesses to you? they get threats as a warning. someone touches you? disappeared from the face of earth.
i could actually see him wanting to kill other boys out of jealousy but he'll hold himself back by giving them a light beating instead.
"me? jealous? ha! I'm better than that asshole"
yeah yeah sure
bro is so aggressive
you'd most likely have to witness a lot of outbursts of anger
but he apologises after, usually
intended empty words or not, you'll witness his wrath again because that is his reaction to almost everything that inconveniences him
he's throwing things and punching walls
BUT NEVER EVER hits you
even if he unconsciously shoves you, he regrets it immediately
many, mostly minor, arguments because of misunderstandings and lack of communication
he is not very confrontational when it comes to a relationship, either because he doesn't want to appear vulnerable and clingy or he doesn't know how to express himself and figure out why he is feeling the way he does.
when his hidden feelings of insecurity and discomfort bubble up, it's hell for the both of you. screaming, crying, him acting like he doesn't care to protect himself.
and his impulsivity makes it harder to make up sometimes
he might say hurtful things out of anger that will keep you away from him for a while but he rarely actually means them, it's just his defense and illusion of security.
possessive and slightly controlling
he cares too much when he considers his relationship serious and it's not just him fooling around.
unfortunately, he'll use manipulation when he wants something badly or to convince you of something. if you call him out, he'll drop the act and most likely get annoyed.
he needs a lot of work when it comes to the negative aspects of his personality for a healthy relationship to exist
he is not too much of a bad guy, he just has issues
and needs therapy
passionate makeout sessions
those big palms and veiny hands know how to grip. he's the dominant one and he won't have it any other way, wanting to have power and control over the pace and movements.
high libido, that's all i'm apparently allowed to say :P
learns and remembers a lot about you
especially your habits and quirks
if you smoke too;
he'll share his cigarettes with you
and steal a couple of yours when he is out of his
if you hate smoking;
LIKE LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE AROUND SMOKERS
he'll make an effort to not smoke when you are present
brushes his teeth or eats a piece of gum before he kisses you if he meets you after smoking <3
can't have you thinking he is gross smh
if you're short;
he definitely teases you about your height
picks you up just for fun or carries you around like you weigh nothing
ties your shoelaces for you
playfully insulting each other and bantering all the time to show affection
you're the only one he actually listens to <3
you shove him or nudge him when he is being too mean to other people or crossing a line
still goes wild when you're not around
you are his lockscreen <3
not too much of a talkative texter
sort written replies but long voice messsages
oml that voice
sends you pics of himself all the time, expecting compliments and praise
shirtless mirror pics focusing on his abs? all yours. manspreading pictures? you got them. selfies in which he tries to appear tough but his cheeks and soft features make him look like the cutest boy you've ever seen? yep.
cares a lot about how you view him so he takes a lot of time to make sure he picks the right pics to send you.
let's not fool ourselves, he knows you love those muscles and he purposely puts them on display for you
cuddles with kyungjun are warm and tight, becoming one under a blanket
more of a motorcycle guy
buys you your own helmet <3
not one for fancy dates, maybe dinner here and there, but prefers casual hangouts
movie nights at his house, late night walks and rides, chilling at a convenience store after school.
just peaceful private moments.
pretends to not like cheesy couple things, such as matching outfits or pajamas, but they secretly warm his heart
he takes your gifts very seriously; wears them to please you or carries them around with him
get him a neck pillow
you have him wrapped around your finger no matter how much he denies it
jinha has gotten a good smack in the back of his head for voicing that fact multiple times
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