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Live report - Tour24 Who Is This Hell For? 2024/11/23 at Sendai PIT
Setlist
CONCEIVED SORROW
DOZING GREEN
IIID Empire
Phenomenon
Keigaku no yoku
Magayasou
Tsumi to batsu
DIABOLOS
VINUSHKA
Soshaku
Ochita koto no aru sora
The Inferno
-encore-
The Devil In Me
Cause of fickleness
Uroko
Eddie
Wow, tonight was way more energetic and intense than in Sapporo, which makes me feel sad because Dir en grey don't tour in Sapporo every year, and it was just a matter of using one setlist versus the other.
And well, the highlight of the night was definitely that blunder Shinya did in Soshaku hahah!
First, the SE was the same. Shinya walked on stage wearing black pants rather than white like yesterday. I found that it didn't suit his grandeur that much. Die came next with the same thights but the tunic/vest he wore was white, I think with some smokey design? I was in shimote tonight, so I didn't see much of him. Overall, the members did not change places even half as much as they did in Sapporo, which is odd considering that the energy was much higher today.
Toshiya arrived and BAM, he has a beautiful red satin dress cut from a bit above the belt/hip all the way down, exposing his left leg. Sometimes, when he raised his bass, we could see his belly a bit! The top portion of the dress was like a somewhat ample dress shirt, with long sleeves and buttoned up, and Toshiya wore a black tie with golden ornaments, some dingle at the bottlm of the tie. I felt that it was a detail that tied in subtly with Kaoru's outfit, which was the Versailles/Innocent Rouge costume! It looks amazing! Nobody had mentioned that he was loyal to the style all the way to the toes: he wore shorts with black thights underneath, and I didn't see his shoes much but they seemed to match that old French royal fashion. He had an elaborate bowtie or whatever, hair tied and sleeked back except for one strand on his right. He looked downright fabulous. He remained entirely stoic and without a drop of sweat yet again tonight! Kaoru had some zigzag makeup lines on his left temple at least.
Kyo then arrived at the very end of the SE and,.as I thought I'd remembered, he walked slowly, smugly with his hands in his pockets, dressed all in sleek black. His chin was even a bit up, like he was indifferent to our cheers or that it was the very least he expected. Like damn, he and the other members know exactly what kind of effect they have on us!
Conceived Sorrow started and already, it was 100% felt, emotional. Everybody raises their hand when the line about not being able to reach comes up. Kyo ends the song with the loud a capella to seal the deal.
We didn't really do anything or make any noise after that ending, which Dir en grey seems to have prepared for because the intro to Dozing Green started soon after. Already, it was clear that Kyo was engaging us more into the show from early on, and I think he even had us sing one part in this song already.
The IIID Empire was then played, which I had kind of forgotten that it was in this tour! And man, these two shows have checked a few things off my bucketlist: I saw Toshiya throw his mic stand meters in the air, with my own eyes! Every single soul in the venue was looking forward to it, so it would be a real downer if he didn't do that one time. The crowd participated a lot in the lines, fist-pumping, etc.
And then, I really did see Phenomenon live! I feel like it must have happened in one of the early tours I attended, but I'm not sure that Kyo had been doing those hip sways with his arms up back then. If he did, then I certainly wasn't in the second row with a perfect spot on the side to watch it!
Phenomenon starts with Toshiya crouching, before any sound is even made, which is really like... intimidating hahah? He stayed in a low posture like that for a very long time.
Keigaku no yoku - How could I have forgotten last time that Kyo kicks at his crate right before the song starts? I've never seen him do it. The crate is taped to the stage, but his kick is strong enough that the crate moves forward a little. And it was an odd action today especially because I think we hadn't really cheered after Phenomenon's: "kore ijo" kind of grated by Kyo, so the kick almost gives the impression of being frustrated by our silence. Anyway, Kyo again changed most of the lyrics of Keigaku no yoku, and once it seemed like he was making a mistake and sang the second line of a verse before the first, but he ad-libbed the second portion, so let's assume it was intentional hah. I don't really remember what he said. At the end though, I want to correct that he sings about "you" shouting: "Hurry up and die!", not himself like I'd written in my 11/21 report.
Magayasou was as always Shinya's spotlight, but Kyo was definitely more invested in the song today compared to the Sapporo show. The backdrop video had a lot of colourful flowers which turned into... Mush? Something rotten? I,m trying to remember what kind of thing they transformed into by the end of the song.
I don't remember if there was as much of a break between the two songs as last time, but Tsumi to batsu came next and again, it feels like Kyo sang more diversely this time around. His growls are awesome no matter what though. He gets on his crate and crouches almost for the entire song. I think there might be a lyrics memo sheet taped there just for that song?
I think it was in Tsumi to Batsu that Toshiya literally dropped to his knees, out of nowhere? And/or there was another song where he went on one knee, then rotated to the side and stretched one leg while his bass touched the floor. Again, quite "intimidating" hah.
By the way, twice throughout the show, I can't remember which songs specifically, but Kyo was so invested that he almost fell backward from his crate. No actual danger, just a step backward which seemed to serve to catch his footing because he'd gotten intense.
DIABOLOS was once again very felt, but this time Kyo did not ask us to sing half as many "Blue Velvet"s. And by this point in the show, Kyo had already called out "Sendai" 2-3 times, and I'm certain he did during that song too. The segment before: "Saa, ningen o yamero" was also different and shouted, I'd say even more emotional than in Sapporo, like probably with Kyo clutching his shirt or his head during that part more? Oh and he thumped his mic on his chest super hard most likely in this song and another time near the end of the show.
Vinushka starts after the break with Toshiya just leaning back on his speakers, arms draped widely on his side while he looks at us sexily. There's no other way to describe it, and it's more or less appropriate for Vinushka hah?
Toshiya kept nodding and smiling at us, whether it was because we knew the beat or were reacting like he wanted to the melodies.
In Vinushka, I think it was, Kyo placed his hands at his sides, palms facing us, after throwing the mic over his shoulder, and raised his hands slowly to demand our cheers. I'd love to remember exactly what song it was, because Vinushka is pretty obvious from all the times they've played it, but the song in which Kyo did it and he got almost no response from the crowd, only after a delay, you could see that he raised his eyebrows and looked down at his positioning, as though pondering: "I'm in the right position, aren't I? Isn't it clear what I want?" It wasn't necessarily something he did every time in whatever song it was, but yeah, the crowd should have been more adaptive and smart.
Oh, in terms of Kyo's facial expressions, there's also one growl or scream he did at the end of a song, which he seemed taken aback, blinking a bit after it like he was surprised by how much it took out of him.
Soshaku... It started a bit off from the start, like Shinya was one note too late, but then he fucked up the drum melody for real by seemingly repeating that first 'phrase' of the song rather than moving on to the rest of the composition. The band kept going for a few seconds, but it was Kyo who just stared unimpressed first toward us, then circled back to stand right in front of Shinya without singing anymore. We couldn't see his face, but his posture exhibited a polite: "What the actual fuck?" Die had actually been at Shinya's platform already with one foot raised on it, but I don't know if he was subtly trying to steer Shinya in the right direction or if that's just what he wanted to do in Soshaku anyway. Once the others realized that Kyo had properly disconnected from the performance, everyone else stopped playing. Shinya appeared clueless at first, then he seemed to shake his head quickly. I don't think any words were spoken between the members. When Kyo was assured that Shinya would do his part, he turned around to face us and said: "Suman" (Sorry about that). They picked back the song from the start, and I can't say that Shinya's drumming was 100% synchronized or accurate, but at least he did proceed with a different phrase than the one he had repeated.
Kyo made extra efforts to pump us up after that, and even had us sing multiple parts of the song, from what I remember.
Same thing with Ochita koto no aru sora. Kyo gives me the impression of emitting a vibe of: "This song is yours, guys" and we sang a lot.
It was in one of those last couple of songs that Kyo actually smiled in satisfaction. Always so heartwarming to see!
Toshiya was the MVP backup vocalist as always!
The Inferno was very much the same as in Sapporo, with Kyo throwing his mic and leaving before the song's even finished. However, I think he engaged more with the audience this time, coming up in front of his crate, crouching, and at one point either in this song or another one, he even did the hook fingers or something like that toward us.
The Inferno ended much differently though, unless I missed something from being in kamite in Sapporo. Kaoru dumped his guitar near the front of the stage after he finished, Toshiya was low and dragged his bass across the floor toward the back for the audio effect and punkassery, Shinya left at some point and Die stayed to do some distortion but for a shorter period of time. He was all smiles as usual!
It was funny because all the technicians/assistants had to come on stage when the band left before the encore to clean up the instruments that had been left there, which I hadn't seen in Sapporo. Toshiya's guy even had a hard time with his mic stand, which in fact looked bent a bit. The technician tried to force it back in shape and tested its balance on the floor a couple of times. What's funny is also that Toshiya's mishandling of his bass was apparently so bad that it took forever for it to be tuned, and we chanted: "Encore! Encore!" for so long before it was ready. The poor guy didn't seem to be able to fix the cords, based on what I saw on the monitor in the background.
Maybe to make up for that delay, but it also felt that way in Sapporo a bit, but the members walked back on stage almost simultaneously, not one at a time for each to savour their cheers.
Toshiya made a gesture toward his left, presumably at Shinya, smiling and I think even clapping afterward. I don't know if the band had a mini "What the hell happened there?" chat backstage about Shinya's mistake, which could also explain why it took them so long to return for the encore.
Kyo was once again utterly nonchalant, indifferent, but in a super teasing way, as if to say: "I deserve all your cheers and attention, but it doesn't sway me."
Shinya had changed into a sleeveless version of the tour T-shirt, Die I think also had that custom sleeveless sweater, Toshiya came with the black sweater this time with the same shorts and long leather boots, Kaoru might have removed his upper jacket, and Kyo had only wiped off his sweat hah.
The Devil In Me was intense as always. Kyo did the noose at the end, and I saw exactly how he measures the right length. He didn't do the disvesting/shedding part with the mic cord afterward though. In the song, the bass seemed off at first, and we could barely hear the back vocals at all? Even more reason to have Die and Shinya properly do them on stage. Kyo asked us to sing the first or second chorus, which ends in: "What did you really love?" but it sounded like nobody sang or few people knew how long to maintain that: "Kaaaaaaaketa"
Man the people in the first row were almost not headbanging sometimes, it was so stupidly frustrating hah.
I remember Cause of fickleness starting and Toshiya just nodding like: "Yeah, you know which one." All the members who could came at the edge of the stage. Kyo had us sing most of the "Wake me up"s. He took off his ear monitor once in a while to hear better.
Uroko also had Toshiya nodding and mouthing like: "Oh yeah, you know it" hahah. Kyo demanded that we sing more than just the "Anata shidai de", or it was in another song, but man was he demanding tonight hahah. His own voice was spotless but he gotta come for us!
Before the last song, Kyo asked: "Sendai? Sendai? Sendai? Sendai?", so much that at one point we were exasperated, who else was he talking to if not Sendai hah? Then he asked us if we could go on, become one, etc. and I think his new variant where he growls about us going to die then or something?
Kyo let his mic drop to the ground after Eddie. He seemed to contemplate what to do after Shinya's last hit of the drums in the final climax, but he opted for not leaving and took one of his water bottles, drinking briefly from it, then tossing it in the crowd. Actually, I can't remember if it was with the first or second bottle, but he threw it in the general direction of someone in front of him who he gestured at and the reversed L that they had on their shirt. Hopefully they did catch the bottle meant for them, because Kyo's throw was not that gentle and precise hah. He also christened people a lot in front of his crate.
Shinya once more took a very long time to get off his platform. He seemed characteristically impassible, but everybody cheered for him, so I hope he felt our appreciation despite his mistake. He threw his four drum sticks and I believe he waved at us briefly.
Die squirted us from far away, huge smile on his lips. Kaoru did the same but just to shimote. He threw a towel right to the first few people in front of his position on stage, delicately.
Toshiya threw some picks and got on Kyo's crate to clap with us and smile. He climbed back down and bowed ever elegantly before leaving the stage.
On his way out, Kaoru pointed to the background, which had the tour name, as though to really make us think about it.
Die left with much appreciation and satisfaction as usual. People were cheering him on as he prepared his towel to throw, and he made it almost reach the back!
That's what I remember for now. I need to sleep hah.
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Fight me or Fuck me
WLW Enemies to Lovers Smut
Your roommate brings out such an intense anger in you, hating every single thing she does or says. It isnât until she walks in on you masterbating that things change rapidly. âď¸âď¸
You had always hated her. Every single thing that she did drove you fucking crazy. Layla was just one of the five girls that lived in your college house. You didnât know her well when she moved in- she was just a friend of one of your other roommates who needed a place to live and your house happened to have an empty bedroom. At first you didnât mind her, you guys didnât really talk, just seeing each other in the mornings before class and at the end of the day when she wasnât staying at her girlfriends house. It wasnât until they broke up that you had to start seeing her all the time, and that's when you realized just how much she pissed you off. There wasnât even a specific reason you didnât like her, it just felt like everything she said or did made you want to rip your hair out, or better yet her hair out.
Tonight was no different, you and some of the girls were in the kitchen listening to your favorite music and goofing off. On the freshly cleaned island sat 4 glasses of wine, a celebration of another week of school being finished. You had all decided you would have a chill Friday night before a big party on saturday. When the front door opened and you saw Layla's long dark hair as she shut the door behind her, you immediately felt annoyed. Just her presence alone kills your vibe. The other girls had no problem with her at all, they all called out her name as she came into the kitchen. âWoah Layla, who you lookin so hot for tonightâ your roommate called out, eyeing her up and down and whistling. Layla giggled and did a spin, showing off her whole outfit. You couldnât help but agree, her outfit complemented her body perfectly. Her tight black long sleeve shirt hugged her curves perfectly, and her low waisted super baggy jeans sat on her waist in just the right spot. The massive holes in her jeans showed off the fishnets she had underneath and though her pants were almost too long for her, you could see her doc martins just enough. The fact that she had such good style almost pissed you off more. Everyone around her was always complimenting her appearance and the way she accepted them was always so cocky. âNo one but myself bitchâ Layla said, finally answering your roommates question and finishing it off with a wink.
You picked up your wine glass and took a big swig, needing something to take the edge off of the bitterness she brought out of you. âOh shit we drinking wine tonight?â Layla loudly questioned, before turning to the cabinet directly behind you to grab a glass for herself. As she walked towards you, you saw a close up of her makeup. Her eyeliner so neatly wrapped around the entirety of her eyes, boldly making the green of her irises pop. Her mascara showed off just how long her eyelashes were and her lipstick was the perfect light pink to even out the darkness of the rest of her outfit. Itâs so frustrating how beautiful she is, god you wished she wasnât. Her pin straight long black hair hit you in the face as she turned back around and oh you so badly wanted to push her away but you chose to cuss her out in your head instead. Being such a non confrontational person only made your hatred for her bottle up, sometimes feeling like it was going to explode.
It was clear Layla didnât like you either. One day when she was facetiming her friends you could hear her loudly as she said she liked âmost of her roommatesâ. When all of you were in a room together, she would never directly speak to you, pretty much avoiding eye contact as well. You had a few friendly conversations here and there, mostly talking shit about your least favorite music theory professor, but even then it was obvious you both were forcing it. But nothing pissed you off more than when you were playing your acoustic guitar and Layla turned on her amp and began practicing her electric guitar, making it literally impossible for you to continue. She does it every single damn time.
When she noticed her hair had flown into your face, Layla didnât say sorry, she just threw you a smirk and walked away. She pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge and without asking anyone if theyâd like anymore, she poured the rest of it in her glass and sat down. That was the last straw for the evening; You couldnât be around her any longer. You walked to the pantry and grabbed the new wine bottle you had bought the day before, and began to head to your room, âIâm calling it a night early guys sorryyyyyy. I need my me time before the fun ass night we are about to have tomorrowâ you announce with a sweet smile before continuing to your room. âMe time as in a bottle of wine and your rose toy?â your best friend yells back to you laughing. You lift the wine glass above your head as you shout back at her, âyou know it babyyyyâ
About two hours had passed in your room and you had accidentally finished the entire bottle of wine. You heard things quieting down in the kitchen and knew that everyone was probably heading to their own rooms for the night. Your room was lit up by your fairy lights and salt lamp, creating a beautiful orangy pink hue. You had your overhead fan on, not only cooling off the air, but also creating a soft hum to play in the background. A âMe timeâ night is your favorite type of night, you strip down to your favorite matching underwear and bralette set, put on your favorite lotion, one that smells like the perfect mix of masculine and feminine, like flowers and musk. You lay in your bed, usually with a brand new set of sheets and freshly shaved legs, and read your favorite poetry books. Eventually, it almost always results in a sexy night with yourself, with oneâŚ. or twoâŚ. or three strong orgasms.
Tonight was no different, except for the entire bottle of wine adding to the mix of it all. You had just put on fresh sheets, your favorite ones, and you decided to spray them with some of the cologne you have worn for years, the one that makes all you friends âhornyâ (their words not yours) every time they hug you. As you laid down your cheeks were warm and buzzy from all the wine. You smiled to yourself, euphoric from how good the night turned out to be. You opened Tumblr to find your favorite smutâs, and began to read. As it began to heat up, so did you. Your hand finally crept its way under your panties, feeling the wetness already growing.
You were so happy, so warm, so drunk on joy. The thick smells of your lotion and cologne, the silkiness of the fresh sheets against your smooth legs, your fingers pressed against your clit, circling tightly, soaking in the pleasure, it all only added to your euphoria. Your eyes had closed, no longer reading the smut but using your mind instead. Memories of previous nights, of previous hookups helping to fuel your self love. One of your hands was on your boob, grabbing and squeezing and pinching your hard nipple, while the other was dancing in between your thighs. The top sheet had fallen down right above your waist and the thicker blankets were now in a pile by your feet. You were creeping closer and closer to the edge, so in love with the way you were making yourself feel. Sweet moans were quietly spilling from your lips, moans that caught tightly in your throat when your door opened abruptly. You tried to stop fast enough, tried to grab at the sheet to cover your body, but it was too late.
Layla was standing in the doorway, her face bright red, eyes wide, just as frozen as you were. âI- Iâ she stuttered, then stopped again, seemingly unsure of what to say. âLayla what the hell are you doing coming into my room at fucking 11pm?! Jesus can a girl get some fucking privacy?â you spit out at her, trying to cover up the embarrassment you felt. Embarrassment mixed with something you couldnât quite put your finger on. âIâm so sorry, I came in to ask if you had an extra guitar pick, I canât find any of mine. I didnât mean to interrupt your momentâ she giggled just a bit at the end, making your cheeks fill with blood, maybe from anger, maybe from embarrassment, maybe from lust. You couldnât tell, your emotions were all jumbled in your mind. Layla was still staring at you, looking back between your eyes and your chest. When you looked down to see what she was so eager to see, you noticed your boob was still out. âFuckâ you grabbed your bralette, placing it back where it was supposed to be as quickly as you could. âWhy are you still here?â you ask, your voice was tight and angry. âWellâŚ. Do you have one or not?â she responded nonchalantly. âAre you joking? You are still worried about getting a damn guitar pick after walking in on me clearly wanting to be aloneâ she just stared at you, as if she was waiting for you to give her what she needed.
You just wanted her gone, still feeling incredibly horny and craving your release, so you got out of bed and walked over to the cup on your desk filled with your picks. You didnât even care that you were just in your underwear, I mean she already saw the worst of it, you couldnât be modest now. As you turned to walk towards her you caught her staring directly at your ass, and when she saw you watching her, she didnât try to hide it, continuing to eye your exposed body with a small smirk on her face. God you hated her, why was she looking so smug at you, why was always ruining all your good moments. When you handed her the pick your hands touched briefly, causing an unexpected electric tinge to run through your body and the feeling of her skin on yours. Fuck. Was the feeling embarrassment or was it attraction? Was it hatred and anger or attraction? Your mind felt overwhelmed by all the things you felt and for some reason she was still standing there.
âAlright, there ya go, you got what you needed, now can you please leaveâ you slightly barked at her, even more annoyed knowing that she had your mind playing emotional twister. She looked you up and down again with a small smirk growing onto her face. Her eyes met yours and she had a look you had never seen from her before. âI could leave, yeaâŚâ she started, âOr I could help ya out a littleâ you were stunned at her words, fully unsure of what to do or say. âExcuse me?â you finally manage to get out. âI mean I did interrupt you and ruin your fun, you looked like you were really enjoying yourself. Itâs only right that I help you out nowâ you stood there, just staring at her, trying hard to process all that was happening, all that you were feeling. The wine wasnât helping the situation, only allowing you to focus on how hard your clit was still throbbing, and how badly you still needed a release. Before you could stop it, words were pouring from your lips. âYou did stop me right as it was getting goodâ your voice was thick with lust as you said it. âIt's only fair I help you now, I donât need another reason for you to hate meâ You laughed at her words, not denying any of it anymore. As you looked up at her you bit your lower lip, unable to hide how much you suddenly wanted her. That was all the confirmation she needed to grab you by the waist and kiss you hard.
She pulled away long enough to shut the door behind her as she guided you back to your bed. As your lips attached again, they were fueled by intense amounts of anger, anger that had been building for months. Anger that you now were realizing had been disguising a deep attraction you had for her. As she pushed you on the bed and crawled on top of you she took a deep inhale, taking in the scent that your bed was drenched in, your scent. âFuck that smell has been driving me crazy ever sense I met you. You smell so fucking good its sickâ her words came out with so much heat. A heat that was coated in both anger and lust. Your bodies moved against each other so forcefully, like you didnât know if you wanted to fight or fuck. Her hands squeezed your hips so tightly it stung, only making you want her more. The way she was dominating you was making you core throb, hungry for her touch, drunk off her power. Your lips continued tangling together but it grew sloppier and sloppier every second. When she finally pulled away you were gasping for air. âYouâre so fucking hot Layla, god it makes me sickâ you still felt the anger in you, still looking at her with hatred, but it was now mixed with desire, which made it all so much stronger. She reached down, latching her lips on your collarbone as you groaned and threw your hands into her hair. âI need your body y/n, fuck let me touch youâ she looked down at you, her eyes rapidly darting across every part of your body. You sat up to take off your bralette as she reached for the waistband of your underwear pulling it off. As soon as she had you naked she was working hard to get her own clothes off, tugging and ripping so fast she was almost getting tangled in it.
When she was finally naked your lips met back together harshly, slamming into each other as if they were strong magnets, not able to resist the force. Your hands were all over her, moving so quickly, not sure where you wanted to touch most. Her hands did the same, finally landing on your boobs, pulling them just as you were earlier. As she pinched down on your nipples you moaned into her mouth. It came out so quickly you had no way of stopping it, or quieting it. The way you craved her was so intense it scared you. Your hands reached underneath her body, which still hovered over you, and snaked their way between her thighs. She inhaled deeply as she spread her legs slightly, inviting you in closer to her. Her small movement gave you full access to her, immediately reaching up feeling how wet this had made her- you had made her. She groaned at your touch but quickly reached under her and grabbed your hands, pinning them down harshly beside your head. You yelped at the dominance, your eyes filled with lust and hunger. Every part of you was ready to submit to her fully, ready to let her do whatever she wanted to you.
When she began to slide off of you you whined slightly, unsure of what was to come. She spread your legs and let her spit drip down, hitting your clit perfectly causing your hips to jolt slightly. You watched as she sat back up moving quickly, but not where you expected for her to go. She moved her legs so they were intertwined with hers, and lowered herself slowly until your pussy met hers. You both immediately groaned out at the feeling of your lips sliding together. Her arousal was mixing with yours and it made you feel so hot it almost hurt. When she quickly began moving her hips back and forth you closed your eyes, back arching off the bed immediately. She grabbed your thigh hard as she thrusted her wet cunt onto yours, your clits rubbing together so perfectly you felt like you could cum on the spot. âOh god Layla yesâ you whispered passionately, trying your best to stay quiet, to hide what you and the roommate you were supposed to hate, were doing. âYes baby yesâ she whined back, thrusting faster as she felt your hips pushing up, adding pressure to the contact of your clits. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as her clit hit yours over and over again. You felt her juices dripping into you, the sensation so intense you wanted to scream.
âGod youâre so fucking hot y/nâ Layla said, out of breath, her movements not slowing down at all. The intensity of your energy was only growing as she fucked you. The anger still lingered, but you wanted it to, it only made this whole thing hotter. âLayla donât stop, your pussy feels so good on mine, please donât stopâ you were begging, having to take breaks from your words to let out the moans she was fucking out of you. One hand reached up to grab her big boobs, bouncing and swaying in front of you as she let her pussy circle your clit perfectly. The sight of her getting herself off on you was overwhelming. Her hair was stuck to her flushed forehead, eyeliner smudged only making it sexier. Her head was thrown back showing off her neck and collarbones so nicely, and her free boob was boucing with every move she made. The pleasure made her abs tighten, showing off her toned stomach and her belly button twinkled with the light pink glow of your room. âMmm baby you pussy feels so good, youâre gonna make me cumâ she groaned a little too loudly, before closing her mouth and humming intensely, trying to keep in her moans. Her words brought you right to the edge and you began thrusting up and down against her, needing to feel more, needing to get out this aggression somehow. âOh shit, oh fuck youâre gunna make me cum Layla, fuckâŚ. Cum with me please babyâ you begged. As soon as you got your words out you hit your high, throwing your hand over your mouth as you came hard. Layla came at the same time, both of you thrusting harder and trying your best to keep your moans quiet. You could feel your cum mixing with hers, drenching both of you messily. Your legs shook against hers as you both continued to ride out your highs. It was as if you were floating together, lifted off the bed in one tangled mess, hypnotized and high from how good you were making eachother feel
She finally collapsed next to you as you both worked hard to catch your breath. You were silent for a moment, still only half way back on earth. After a while you were able to find your words again âWhat the fuck just happenedâ you laughed out in between your panting. âI interrupted you getting yourself off and i helped outâ she laughed back at you. âHelped me out too, damnâ she continued. âJesusâ you sighed, still trying to ground yourself. âI knowâ she responded, very much in the same state you were. You laid there trying to process what just happened, trying to understand how Layla was laying next you, both fully naked, both covered in each other's cum.
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if byan has your phone number, you will find yourself receiving way more selfies than you want
#and they WILL expect compliments tyvm#this is just a fact of being some amount of close with them smh#sometimes it's to show off their makeup or their outfit#other times it's simply that they're feelin cute#other other times it's to be a problem by sending u photo evidence of them doing that thing u told them not to#or flipping off the camera with the 'fuck you' tattoo on their middle finger on full display as a double fu#hey hi I've been in agony due to cramps all day so please accept my dumb rambling#I may try doing some writing after dinner if I'm feelin better but I don't have high hopes :/#ââ Ë â° â° ooc ⎠donât @ me.
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look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader
!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...
you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.
you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.
" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.
" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.
he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.
the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.
" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.
while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.
after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.
you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.
he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "
you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.
" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "
" hurry up and stop being so picky! "
after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.
a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.
" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.
he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.
he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.
you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that prettyâ "
a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.
" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "
" i'd like to see you try. "
you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "
you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.
" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.
" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.
you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.
he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.
he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.
your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.
he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.
" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.
" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if youâ " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.
" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "
you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.
he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.
you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.
but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.
he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.
" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.
he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.
you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.
" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "
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you asked for requests and you shall recieve my baby!
iâm obsessed with the idea of ethan x popular!bimbo! reader. sheâs always dressed to the nines, loves pink, smells so sweet and heâs just so obsessed with her
a/n: omg!!! yesyesyes, Ethan would sooooo freak out with a bimbo r!! and also ty so much, saved my life T-T
Ethan Landry and his pretty bimbo girlfriend!
Ethan never truly understood what he did to deserve you.
Seriously, he just didn't get it.
He was only a nerd, a geek obsessed with horror movies, a mundane overshadowed guy â if you don't count the massive killing he does at night â he's just a normal person, some would even say boring.
And you... you're everything. You're popular, always circled by a big group of friends, always wearing pretty pink little outfits, always wearing large heels that sometimes get you taller than him, and honestly, he doesn't mind it, he stands proudly next to you when you're walking with him, likes it when your hair flies all over his face and he can scent the mix of sweets you put on as perfume today, likes to identify if you're wearing strawberry or passionfruit - but sometimes, he can tell which one by your outfits.
Plus, he's a good boyfriend, he doesn't think he's all that but you always tell him so when honestly he's just doing the bare minimum to keep a girl like you. He holds your hair out of the way when you're eating so it doesn't get stuck in your gloss, he holds your hand when going up the stairs so you don't fall, he makes sure your makeup is removed after you've had too many drinks so you don't complain the next day, and truthfully, he likes this lifestyle.
How couldn't he? He's obsessed with you.
Obsessed with the cheerful smiles, the pink lipstick stains on his neck, the way you laugh, the way you bounce on him and make his eyes roll back like he's the best dick you've ever had, the way you leave rings of lipstick on the base of his cock, the way you kiss him in front of everyone just to make him blush.
But especially, he likes it when you're a brat, when you cry and shout and act pissed at him, just for the pleasure of pinning you on those sheets, pulling your hair and give you what you've been wanting all day.
"If â if you wanted dick, y´could´ve said so," he grinds into you slowly, the same loving way he shows you affection off bed. "No need to be a bitch." he grunts, pace quickening as he shoves your head down on the sheets.
"I'll always give you what you need, hm?"
And sometimes, he even believes he's a good boyfriend.
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One Piece Boys As Lovers - Headcanons
The poll has spoken! I kinda figured this was gonna be the result but I was curious anyway. So without further ado-
Law:
Works with you asleep in his lap.
Doesn't get jealous often, but it's obvious when he is.
Not big on PDA but loves subtly showing people that you two are together, and looks real smug about it the entire time.
Massages your hands when he's distracted or thinking about something and accidentally made it into a habit, so now he does it to bring him comfort.
Lots of late night cuddles. He's a big koala. The stickiest parasite, does not let go even when bribed.
Huffs at a lot of your most energy draining ideas, but always goes along with what you want or say regardless. Often has a fond smile as soon as you aren't looking.
Zoro:
A lot of nap time sessions where he's your pillow and blanket. But he'll wake up the second you ask him to.
Spars with you and tries to teach you to swordfight because he likes sharing his interests with you.
Does not make it obvious, but he worries about you a lot.
Doesn't like it when you're out of his sight for extremely long periods of time, it makes him antsy.
Holding hands almost all the time in public. Not as much in private, because the private time between the two of you is a different kind of safe intimacy.
Has a sixth sense for when you're upset and acts on it instantly.
Sanji:
Favorite foods, all the time, at all times. No food request is off the table, he'll make anything you crave when you crave it without any fuss. Sometimes he'll make it just because.
Really likes to dance with you, whether it's wildly spinning around the room or slow dancing under the moonlight.
The physical embodiment of 'just to be the man who walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door.'
He's very weak to cheek kisses. Melts. Like butter.
Rubs your shoulders when you're tired.
Matching couples outfits. His idea of matching with you is wearing a shirt or tie that matches the general color of your outfit.
Ace:
He occasionally takes you stargazing where you spend the entire time making up constellations and the stories behind them. Eight times out of ten you end up huddled together and asleep outside.
Cuddling gets rough in the summer because his temperature runs high, but it's non-negotiable during the colder months. Personal heater go brrrrr.
Holding hands while walking down the street, swinging your arms and laughing like love struck fools.
A lot of adventure themed dates. Amusement parks, hiking, canoeing, or even little walks through the park.
Needing to label your food in the fridge so he doesn't eat it all. He eats it anyway, but always apologizes and makes up for it.
Brags about you a lot to his friends.
Mihawk:
Candlelit dinner dates that become regular dinner nights because they happen so often.
Makes you breakfast every morning and knows how you take your coffee/tea like the back of his hand.
Pet names. It's always 'my dear' or 'darling' and never just your name.
Not the most physically affectionate but always takes care of you.
Occasionally he'll do something for you and you'll be like 'oh I love this' and then he'll proceed to respond with 'I know, you- [brings up extremely obscure habit/interest/trait/tic of yours]'.
Sleeps significantly better with you in his arms and the morning after a night without you he'll offhandedly mention how he slept well but not that well.
Buggy:
You do each other's nails and makeup. Sometimes when he's too tired, he'll ask you to do his makeup for him.
He adores it when you play with his hair. Whether that be styling it, washing it, or simply just running your fingers through it, he loves it all. Goes literally weak in the knees and has to sit down.
Bad jokes when drunk that are so bad the both of you spend an hour straight just laughing.
He gets very easily embarrassed whenever you do nice things for him or compliment him. His face gets redder than his nose- which you may or may not tell him.
A lot of singing together. All kinds of songs and tunes, at any time of the day. Also very loudly. Sometimes off key.
He'll try to be straight faced around you, but the second you say something or make physical contact he giggles like an idiot. He's very shy about physical affection, and acts nervous about it every time.
Crocodile:
The physical embodiment of 'they asked for no pickles.'
He really likes to keep an arm around you whenever he's next to you, and will occasionally tug you a bit closer.
Long, mellow conversations that turn into late night talks.
It's hard to tell when he's jealous because he tends to glare at anyone and everyone that gets a bit too close to you.
Buys things for you. Not to be nice, it's actually a genuine problem. He buys way too many things for you because he tends to get something if it reminds him of you, which happens often.
Does face masks with you on the weekends and you can occasionally convince him into doing a spa night with you
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âł DRESS TO IMPRESS? â
đźynopsis. in which you convince your boyfriend to play dress to impress with you, will they slay the runway? đšairing. enha!member x female!reader đ°enre. fluff, crack, trendy. đarnings. curse words, not proofread, riki is that annoying player and almost all the members are bad at this game ă
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⥠đŞmelie's đˇote: oh gosh i had so much fun writing this, especially because i am addicted to this game lol anyway, do you guys have any headcanon request? i am curious...
â đąeeseung: gets upset but doesn't quit playing.
you might be wondering why heeseung changed his mood like that, and that's because placing on the podium in dress to impress is hard â for him. in the beginning, and sometimes unfair. when you told him you wanted to play with him â your boyfriend was feeling very happy and giddy, creating his account the same second, not knowing how he would feel a few rounds later...
"BRO?! HOW DID SHE PLACED?!" he screamed after standing up from bed while his hands rested against his head, indignant. "LOOK AT ME, I LOOK MUCH PRETTIER!" and heeseung turned his ipad screen at you after laying back on his stomach on bed. "hee, baby... your skin is literally blue, that's not what coquette means..." you replied. "nonsense, even my fit is better! and you placed second you can't say shit! i am not playing this game anymore." he argued, throwing his ipad away from him. "don't quit, continue playing with me," you pouted, waiting for a new round to start. "i'm sorry, baby, but this game is absolutely dog shi- a new round has begun?" when the sound of a new round starting echoed, his mind seemed to have changed. "... yeah?" "okay, maybe one more round won't hurt..."
â đłongseong: gets into arguments with 8 year olds.
jongseong is a good, caring, handsome and mature boyfriend, however, immatureness possesses him when playing dress to impress. just to clear things up you had asked him to play the game with you before, so nothing was new to him â neither to you: hearing him raging about a girl talking shit about his fashion sense. i can't forget to mention that he takes this game very serious â especially when his girlfriend has an awesome ranking.
"look at me, i look so good," "yeah... you do..." you couldn't ignore how terribly your boyfriend's makeup was done. "give me five stars, okay?" "'kay..." "baby, if this girl tells me i look terrible one more time i'll do something really bad." "babe-" " 'you look ugly'...?" he read the chat. open his microphone: "SHUT UP, YOUR FIT LOOKS LIKE A TRASH BAG AND A PIECE OF SHIT JUST HAD A BABY," "JAY! she's a kid!" "and i am eating with this outfit- tha-that's how you guys say right? eat and all...?" "yes, you ate that outfit up babe."
â đłaeyun: you have to be patient.
don't get me wrong, jaeyun is good at games, however, not in this one specifically. it took him about two days just to learn how to walk on roblox's games and how to jump, etc. imagine when you introduced this fashion game which you have time to dress yourself up, oh boy, he was confused. if learning the basics from controlling your avatar on roblox took him days, it took jaeyun a week to understand how to put on items, take them off, where you choose your hair and face... well, it was a pain, but he was able to get through it and play it almost normally.
"babe, why you're skin is grey?" "i didn't know where to change it," shrugs then tries to pose. "oh my god, babe, i showed you where a minute ago!" "okay, chill...! where do i pose though?" "oh my god, jaeyun..."
â đźunghoon: has lots of difficulties but doesn't give up.
sunghoon is like a mix of heeseung and jake, which means he gets addicted, angry but can't stop playing and still has to be handled with patience and love. with that being said, be prepared to hear a bunch of questions and him leaving and then joining your server a few many times. also! can't forget that sunghoon is still a english learner, so the themes might be misunderstood by him sometimes heh... (áľâá´â)
"y/n~" he whines. "i'm done with this game!" leaves "babe, the theme was baggy and you literally dresses up as a trash bag..." "baggy means... bag? what did i do wrong?" "baggy is a style, not a trash bag," "should've told me earlier, y/n!" "hoonie-" "now everyone on the server thinks i am stupid! let's change server, join me now."
â đźunoo: is the one who places first.
sunoo is undeniably the best dressed on the game among the members, usually winning against you. he has almost all the poses, knows how to layer and is always creative, even reaching top model before you.
"baby, can we play dress to impress together? i'm so close to reach top model." "yeah, su- WAIT! TOP MODEL?!" â ooohhh, i might have forgotten to mention... sunoo plays dress to impress without you sometimes. "baby, just join me 'kay?" "sunshine, explain me how'd you reach top model before me? i play more than you do," "uh... i surely play more than you do, but okay," "wait, wha-" "babyyyy just join my server, i want you to celebrate this with me, alright?" "okay..." your heart softened when you realised he wanted you to be part of his reaching. "can we duo?" you asked. "we can, but just once; i would much rather vote you five (5) stars."
â đłungwon: jungwon.exe stopped working.
jungwon is like jake and oh gosh why i feel like every single one of them is a bit like him?!?! anyway, jungwon would be more than happy to join you, but has already told you that his skills might not really show up in this dressing game â discreetly admitting that he doesn't know how to play it. he actually heard about the game because the other members seem to enjoy it. still, it's just not his cup of tea. however, since you were so excited about him playing with you, sigh, he might make this sacrifice â in which he slowly gets very excited as well.
"wonnie, baby, why are you posing? you have to dress up before the times is up!" you warned him after spotting him on the game. "huh? it doesn't make sense, we have to dress up? where?" "there, baby," you gently took the ipad out of his hands and guided him to the changing booth. "oh... but is too far away from my spawn and why do i walk slower than that girl?" "because she bought a walk faster pack, now dress up wonnie, hurry up...!" "i want to buy that, how do i buy her pack?" "jungwon, dress up now, you have literally one minute." you spoke between your teeth. "okay, okay... y/n, where do i get the items though?" "jungwon..."
â đťiki: it's that annoying giggly kid who doesn't follow the theme.
if you ever played dress to impress you probably came across to one of those annoying players who never follows the theme, with that, you might refuse to believe riki is this type of player; but trust me, he surely is. and why? because he doesn't take the game that seriously, doing whatever he wants and trolling people â making them believe he's gonna gift them vip or one of the other packs.
"RIKI? HOW'D YOU PLACED FIRST?" "i'm just too good, i guess," your boyfriend shrugged, but you couldn't believe him. "you're lying." "are you saying i am not good at this game?" "..." "y/n," he would call you after suddenly bursting out of laughter. "what?" your annoyed tone of voice echoed and it sounded like his favourite music to his ears. "wanna know how i placed first?" riki looks up at you, hiding just half of his face with his ipad. "mhm..." you hummed, confirming. "i tricked a few girls saying that i would gift them vip if they voted me five (5) stars," he giggled, knowing you were about to get angry at him. "RIKI! you can't do that, imagine if that was me..." you pouted. "oh, yeah? i should've done worse then." "RIKI!" "OKAY! SORRY, enough of riki now, okay? i am baby, not riki..."
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in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.
18+ minors dni!
You and Ellie arenât together.Â
Youâre not a couple. Youâd both agreed to keep things casual. Youâre just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that.Â
So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?
Youâre dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt.Â
You and Ellie arenât together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. Thereâs nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because youâre single⌠Right?
On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. Sheâs sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes.Â
âYou look nice,â Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that sheâs paused her game; sheâs sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice.Â
âThank you, Ellie.â You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice.Â
âWhere are you going?âÂ
Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that youâre going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But itâd be stupid to lie - youâre single. Youâre allowed to go out.
âIâm, um, going on a date.â
You donât look at her when you say it - you know youâd feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or⌠Roommates with benefits?
âOh,â Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. âOkay. Have fun, then.â
Thereâs no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and sheâs back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again.Â
You clear your throat. âThanks. Iâll, um⌠See you later.âÂ
Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellieâs lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck.Â
And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs.Â
God, this date was a mistake. Â
Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your dateâs job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinnerâs finally over and theyâve signed the check, youâre itching to leave.
Not long after youâve made it back home, youâre face-down on Ellieâs bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit.Â
Sheâd asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadnât given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, âThatâs it, moan for me.âÂ
And sheâs always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but thereâs something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval.Â
âGood fucking girl,â she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. âWanna tell me whose pussy this is?â
There it is - something sheâs never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie wonât let you off so easily.Â
âFlip over,â she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when youâre on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellieâs fingers makes you want to sob.Â
âEllie,â you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. âPlease make me come.â
A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles.Â
âI will, princess,â she assures you, âbut I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you mightâve forgotten.â
Guilt twists in your gut. âYou, Ellie.âÂ
âWhat about me?â
Thereâs a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. âI⌠Belong to you.â
âMm, thatâs right.â Ellieâs hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. âThese are mine?â
âYours,â you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellieâs bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive.Â
âWhat about this?â Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole.Â
âYours, Ellie, itâs yours,â you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. Sheâs enjoying this just as much as you are.Â
âThis is mine?â She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.
Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. âNo, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?â
And itâs not so hard to admit - Ellieâs had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellieâs fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming.Â
âMy pussyâs yours,â you pant, âsâall yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.âÂ
Youâre pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like itâll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and itâs like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her.Â
When you come, itâs with Ellieâs name on your lips. And you know itâs true - youâre entirely hers.
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thick thighs save lives (but ruin racing suits) | ln4, op81
hi! i got this idea from one tiktok i saw today. this one goes for my plus size girlies (including myself lmao) so please enjoy as much as papaya boys would enjoy some pair of thick thighs!
summary: lando and oscar never seen their friend with something tight on, so when it comes to try on new racing suits she have a big surprise for them
warnings: slightly disturbed perception of body image
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!mclarendriver x lando norris
Y/N sometimes forgot that she was a girl.
At the beginning of her career she tried to make an effort to look good, showing that a male-dominated sport wouldn't take away her feminine grace. Years ago she used to wake up early, style her hair, do makeup and spend a lot of money on fixing cosmetics but unfortunately everything was lost due to sweat, a balaclava and a tight helmet. So the girl decided that this fight made absolutely no sense - she decided to stuck only to lip balm and mascara.
Despite keeping her makeup to a minimum, even her mascara remained treacherous, smearing under her eyes after each race or training session, making her look like a panda. In terms of clothes, the girl didn't have much opportunity to show off either. Her clothes were largely either team tracksuits, a racing suit, or just a baggy orange T-shirt and jeans.
And just as Oscar and Lando looked great after the race despite sweat and messy hair, her post-race glow didn't really existed. On the contrary, she looked as if she had a hard, sleepless night.
It is known that when media days fell on the calendar, the girl tried to look her best. She had light make-up and nicely styled hair, but her body was still covered by loose layers of clothes. It would seem that apart from her physiotherapist and the team doctor, no one around her had any idea what kind of figure the girl really had.
However, everything changed when the break between seasons came. When places had numerous galas and events and you could throw away uncomfortable helmets and team clothes. However, as we know, everything comes to an end at some point and we have to return to the gray reality. This was the case, when the day came and it was time to try on new racing suits for the upcoming season.
Y/N hugged Lando and Oscar upon seeing them outside the entrance to McLaren's headquarters. The trio hadn't had the opportunity to see each other for several weeks, so there was a lot of joy. In a good mood, surrounded by conversation, they went inside and immediately went to the designated place. After a short presentation of costumes, everyone received theirs and went to change, only to come back after a while and report any reservations regarding comfort and range of movement. Y/N took her suit without thinking and went to change. She was surprised when the suit got stuck on her butt and refused to go up any higher.
"What the hell"
The girl muttered under her breath, gripping her fit tighter and jumping in it several times. When it finally slid over her ass, Y/N slipped her hands into the sleeves and zipped up the zipper, sealing the Velcro around her neck. Something was definitely wrong. The girl looked in the mirror at her reflection. The outfit was great and looked amazing, the only problem was that it was a bit tight. Which shouldn't be the case, because the outfits were based on last season's, so the dimensions shouldn't differ drastically. It was impossible to gain so much weight in three months, right?
The girl turned around, looking at the back of her body. The outfit was definitely tight. Just as it was still relatively tight on her chest, it was very tight on her thighs and butt.
Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her reflection. Have she really always had such big thighs? Did she actually gain weight during the past break?
She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the bathroom and the voices of Lando and Oscar outside the door.
"Are you ready?"
The girl felt her cheeks burning with shame.
"I think I have a problem"
Hearing this, the friends fell silent and looked at each other.
"Can we come in?"
Y/N agreed quietly, still staring at herself in the mirror. With each passing second, she became more and more confused about her reflection.
Oscar and Lando entered the bathroom, also wearing their suits. When they noticed their friend standing with her back to them, the first thing they noticed was her butt. Lando quickly looked up at the ceiling and Oscar walked over to the girl, trying his hardest to focus on the reflection of her face in the mirror.
"What happened?"
Y/N bit her lip in shame and silently turned towards them. Her friends involuntarily looked at her, pretending they didn't know what she meant. But as soon as they saw the material tight around her ass from the entrance to the bathroom, they knew exactly what the matter was about.
"My suit is too tight" The girl said quietly, looking at herself "It doesn't fit at all"
Lando wrapped his arms around himself and covered his mouth with his hand. He tried his hardest not to speak, because all he could think about were comments about her thighs and whether she could crush him with them. It didn't get much easier for Oscar. He put his hands on his hips and looked at his friend silently. He was afraid that he would be unable to comfort her in any way, because his mind was completely blank.
Piastri cleared his throat after a while, trying to return from the land of fantasy and behave as if the whole situation was really dramatic.
"Is it very tight?"
"Oh, just look!"
The girl spread her arms and spun around. Lando bit his lip and tilted his head back. Oscar held his breath, having no idea what to say. He was totally mesmerized by her curves.
"I- Uhm, I think it's just a mistake and they'll make you a different one without any problem."
"Different one?" Y/N asked, feeling tears in her eyes. âWhat if it's not a mistake and I've gained weight these past few months?â
"After all, the tests showed that everything was fine with your measurements."
Oscar said calmly.
Y/N turned to the mirror again and looked at her reflection.
"What a total shit"
"Hey, don't say that" Lando was immediately outraged "You look great"
"Great?" The girl snorted, "Come on, I look ridiculous."
"To be honest, I agree with Lando one hundred percent."
Oscar replied, looking once more at the back of the girl's body.
"My thighs are a disaster! What kind of racing driver has such big thighs?"
The girl burst out, turning again towards them.
"Max has nice thighs," Lando pointed out, thinking for a moment, "I'm sure his thighs are the national pride of the Netherlands."
Y/N wasn't in the mood to joke. Devastated, she looked down her body.
Oscar walked up to her and hugged her without saying a word.
"You look beautiful. And you have a really amazing figure"
Lando walked over to his friends and hugged them as well.
The girl felt a little better with the support of her friends. However, for a moment she forgot that men would be men and nothing would ever dissuade them from having dirty thoughts.
"I agree with Oscar, because you really look great," Lando started. Oscar looked at him, knowing full well what was coming and knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop it. "But with all the respect I have for you as a friend and as a woman in general, holy shit, I would pay extra for you to strangle me with your thighs. And man, that mad bunda, too."
Y/N didn't know what to say for a moment. She only felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Did she just receive the strangest compliment of her life?
She freed herself a little from her friends' embrace and looked at Lando's face.
"Seriously?"
He seeing that his comment was not received negatively, quickly nodded.
"You have such a body that-" "Lando meant that you shouldn't worry about what you look like because you look really great."
Oscar interjected, knowing full well that Lando's comments should be kept to himself.
The girl smiled weakly and sniffled. Her friends' words lifted her spirits a bit.
"My only concern now is how I will get this contraption off of me."
Lando and Oscar smirked, involuntarily exchanging glances.
"I think we can help you with that."
#f1 imagines#f1 one shot#f1#formula 1#f1 oneshots#op81#f1 imagine#lando norris#ln4#oscar piastri#lando norris x reader x oscar piastri#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri x reader
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breeding/pregnancy kink, incest, thoughts of kidnapping, daddy kink, controlling behaviour // reader is written with female anatomy and wears makeup but isn't gendered
Price knows that his relationship with you is complicated, to say the least.
There's no room for acceptance of your relationship - no one understands the festering need clawing underneath his skin, the way his hands itch for you. Any normal person would be horrified by the way he feels about you, the things he does to you - but years of service have shown John just how far from normal he is.
Sometimes he longs to show you off - present you to the world, take you out on dinners and dates, bring you to functions without questions about why you hold him so close, or why his arm always wraps dangerously low around your waist. It gets considerably worse when he entertains that barely dorment desire to fight his thick cock between your thighs and breed you again and again. The miracle of contraceptives have provided him with an outlet; he can fuck you raw and stick to secretly hope it somehow takes, despite the odds. But it only tampers the wishful thinking that has him pinching your nipples and wishing they'd leak, running his hands over the fat of your stomach, longing to feel that little bump of seed grow and grow.
He knows there's one solution to all this - to escaping the judgement of others keeping him from consuming you whole. Not a day passes where he doesn't consider taking you off-grid entirely - he knows Nik has a house somewhere in the mountains he could inhabit. Just you and him, a small cabin and some livestock.
But it's not realistic (-yet-). He couldn't leave you all alone, no help or company around, during the long periods of his deployment. So he sticks for ravishing you in private, desperately trying to convey the need he feels with each thrust, like he could imprint the depths of his depraved love if his fingers grip your hips just a bit tighter. He never leaves you unsatisfied, and it's not over until you're blurry-eyed with exhaustion, dripping his cum onto the sheets already damp with your slick, mumbling nothing but love and appreciation for your Daddy as he scoops you up against his chest.
There are other small pleasures, too. Hearing you splutter on video calls when your friends make teasing quips about the marks you can't even begin to cover with clothes or makeup, avoiding questions and alluding to some vague hookup. Watching you get ready to go out for a night, just to force you down to your knees and wrap those pretty coloured lips around his cock. You complain every time he tuts at the short cut of your outfits (even when they're appropriate, but he'll never admit that), chastising you for lacking modesty, but your pussy is always wet when he pushes you back to the bedroom for a lesson.
Eventually, John will work something out. A man like him always does. But for now, he relishes the shadows that he keeps you in - his hidden prize, kept safely up on the shelf. But a prize is made to be appreciated, no? Good thing John can think of a few boys with an eye for a pretty toy.
#@ anon that asked for more price incest - i got one coming up specifically for you baby <3#cw: incest#cw incest#tw: incest#tw incest#price x reader#john price x reader#price x you#john price x you#call of duty fanfic#cod fanfic#jams shorts
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Even Bunnies Bite
"When you get harassed during a night out - not once, but twice - Jungkook shows you that even gentle guys like him can fight, saving you from the harassers. You show him your apprecitiation for it once home. He deserves to know that he is the most perfect person to ever exist."
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Romance, slight Angst in the beginning
Warnings: sexual harassment by strangers in a club, protective!Jungkook, he is so angry at first but calms down in her arms, the most romantic love confessions ever, they're so in love it's insane, cuddles and snuggles, this is so romantic you have no idea
Wordcount: 3.6k
a/n: someone sent in this idea for kinktober and i was inspired. as i was writing it, i realised that smut would be out of place here, hence you are getting a super romantic, emotional oneshot instead đi love this couple so much, you girlies have no idea đ¤
You like to go out with your best friends sometimes. You spend all day preparing for it. You take an Everything Shower, plan outfits and send them into the group chat, asking which outfit was the best. You look up hairstyle and makeup inspirations and try to recreate the looks as best as possible. You make sure to eat something just in case a drink or two will be bought later. Truly, nights out with your girls means a day full of self care and the most divine feminine energies and you are loving them.
Sometimes you also take your men with you. Yongsun brings Shiwon, Moonbyul brings whoever she is currently dating and you bring Jungkook. You donât think that the nights with your men are any less fun, on the contrary, you love having Jungkook with you.Â
Tonight is such a night. You put on a tight mini dress and some heels, feeling like it. Jungkook went for some skinny jeans and a shirt which he tugged into them. He matched the colour of his watch to the colour of your clutch.Â
Yongsun and Shiwon came matching as well, Moonbyul came solo tonight because her last man dropped her. He was trash, so the loss isnât big.
You hug and squeal in greeting, then enter the club together.Â
The night is amazing. You dance until your feet hurt, share some drinks (except Jungkook and Shiwon because he was the driver), dance some more and talk whenever you find yourselves in a calmer spot. It is exactly how a night out should be and there is nothing that could spoil it.
Or so you thought because some men have nothing else but audacity. Stinking, annoying audacity.
You are on the dance floor with Moonbyul, shaking your booties to an amazing song, when you suddenly feel two hands on your waist. You donât have to turn around to know that this wasnât Jungkook touching you. Moonbyulâs instant yell and her hand coming up to slap the guy away is another indicator. You jump away with the first touch, whipping around to yell at the guy.
âFuck off!â
âLadiesâ, he says, lifting his hands in defence, âno need to get emotional, I was just getting a feel of you.â
âYouâre gonna get a feel of my fists if youâre not letting off of herâ, Moonbyul spits, almost jumping at the guy if you werenât holding her back.Â
Moonbyul has always been a fighter and someone who takes no fucking shit from anyone, especially not from men. She says that itâs the reason why men are too afraid to stay with her to which you always tell her that these men wouldnât be the right match for her anyways because she is a goddess and they are trash. She accepts it with a smile each time and a little kiss to your cheek.Â
The dude she is currently waving her fist at, seems determined to change her mind.Â
âJust one dance, alright?â
âNo. Leave us alone.âÂ
âIâll leave once I danced with you.âÂ
âYou motherfu-â
âUnnie, letâs just goâ, you stop her, dragging her away from him.Â
He thankfully doesnât follow you.Â
âNo, why are you dragging me away? Iâll punch him so hard.â
âThatâs why Iâm dragging you away. Youâre gonna end up with a warning again.â
âHeâd deserve it. The fucking audacity. Why do we have to stop having fun and dancing just because he decided? Why do we have to give up our space for him?â
âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â Hyejin asks, sitting by the bar.
You and Moonbyul explain the situation to her and she rightfully gets angry with you. You all agree that it is unfair that you always have to give up your space when entitled men decide itâs time to invade it.Â
In the time you curse the dude, he seems to leave for good. You share a shot then drag Hyejin onto the dance floor with you. It was clean again and Moonbyul a lot calmer. The music still was good and you try to let the incident be in the past. Soon you forget all about it, dancing happily with the other people around you invisible to the three of you.Â
Jungkook and the others return from taking an air break outside in the time you are dancing. Yongsun drags Shiwon onto the dance floor while Wheein stays with Jungkook. She often stays close to him during your nights out because he makes her feel safe. Tonight is no different.Â
âWant another drink, noona?â he asks her, waving the bartender to them.
âReally?âÂ
âOf course, what do you want?â
âMaybe just another beer?â
âAlrighty.âÂ
Jungkook orders for her and orders a coke for himself. He pays and clinks bottles with her.Â
âThank you for paying.â
âDonât even mention it. Cheers.âÂ
âCheers.â
They drink their beverages, moving their bodies to the music slightly and enjoying the view of the dancing people.Â
Soon you and Hyejin return to the bar. You seek out Jungkook instantly, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to pull him into a kiss. He smiles, rubbing your lower back. You break the kiss with a goofy giggle, smiling at him.
âIâm so thirsty.â
âCoke?âÂ
âYes actually, thank youâ, you say and drink from the bottle Jungkook offers.Â
Hyejin in the meantime, convinced Wheein to join her on the dance floor.
âCan I keep this with you?âÂ
âOf course, give meâ, you assure her, taking her beer and shielding the opening with your hand. Soon the two women disappear on the dance floor. Jungkook glances at the hand on the bottle. This has never been his instinct to do. He would take any of the girlsâ bottles like this, but he never developed the instinct with his own drinks. He thinks itâs insane how different the world is for someone just because they have something different between their legs.Â
You seem happy however, using the moment of togetherness to talk to him.
âI think we should go on Saturday because I checked the cinema and on Friday, there are only five seats in the front row left.â
You and Jungkook want to watch a new horror movie in the cinema and canât decide on the day. You talked about it before meeting with the others.
âSaturday sounds good. Itâs less stressful too because we have all day. We could go for dinner afterwards, somewhere nice maybe.â
âYeah? Then Iâll book the tickets for Saturday.â
âSounds good to me. And Iâll books us a table. Should we go for sushi?â
âYes, thatâs perfect. Iâm so excited.â
âMe too.â
You grin at him, he retorts it.Â
âHey thereâ, a random guy comes up to you. Jungkookâs face darkens instantly, his alarm bells are ringing. He stays calm for now, wanting to give you a chance to handle it yourself.
You turn to him. His face is unfamiliar to you.
âHey? I think youâre mistaking me with someone.â
âNo, I donât think I am. Iâm Woonyong but you can call me whatever you like. How can I call you? Sexy or maybe mine?â
âAh yeah noâ, you say with a scoff, turning away from the guy.
âHey, donât ignore meâ, the guy says and tries to turn you back to him by touching your shoulder.
You wriggle out of his touch at the same time as Jungkook tugs the guyâs hand away. He can accept people trying to flirt with you and then pissing off once you told them no, but he draws the line at them getting pushy and touching you.
âDonât touch herâ, he spits and drapes his arm over your shoulder protectively. âShe already told you no.â
The guy studies Jungkook and lifts his hands in defeat.
âDude, Iâm sorry I didnât see you. I thought she was still to take.â
âWell sheâs not and even if she was, sheâs not something to take. Sheâs a person not a thing to own.âÂ
âChill man, you donât gotta play white knight just to impress her.â
âIâm not playing anything, Iâm being a decent human!â Jungkook yells.
âChill dude, damn. Sheâs not gonna want you anyways.â
âYah asshole, seriously piss offâ, you speak up in a dark voice, âI literally said no to you and heâs my husband of five years, youâre just embarrassing yourself at this point.â
The guy gawks for a second then sends Jungkook a poisonous look.
âFucking simpâ, he hisses and leaves.
âIâll actually punch you, come-â
âJungkook.â You stand yourself in front of him, calming him down by kissing his lips. âHeâs not worth it.â
âHe objectified you. Heâs worth it.â
âIâm okay, Bunny. Iâm okay, thanks to youâ, you assure him, kissing his cheek gently.Â
âI canât do this. Iâm so angry. How dare he objectify you. Youâre a person and, and youâre amazing a-a-and he made you a thing. And he touched you, he fucking touched you eventhough you said no. He is such an asshole, Iâm gonna hurt him. I mean it.â
âFuck him then, Iâm alright. Promise.â
He looks at you, both angry and frustrated, but also deeply saddened and defeated.
âDo you wanna go home?â you suggest, rubbing his chest soothingly, âI think this club is kinda trash. I already had someone grope me on the dance floor and now this.â
âWhat? Who did that?!âÂ
âI donât know why I told you that. Iâm fine seriously.â
âNo, itâs not fine. He has to pay. Who groped you? Show him to me, Iâll rip off his hands.â
âOkay letâs not do thatâ, you say in a chuckle, rubbing the nape of his neck, âbesides, Moonbyul already cursed him.â
âGoodâ, Jungkook says scanning his eyes over the crowd angrily.Â
You shift his eyes to you by cradling his cheek.
âLetâs go home, yeah?âÂ
He nods his head, huffing out air as he pouts angrily.
âOkay. Letâs just say bye to the others and then leave.â
âIf you see the guy, tell me.â
âOkay I will.â
The others bid you goodbye, wishing you a good night. You hand Wheein her beer and tell her that you took the best watch of it, then you leave.Â
Jungkook puts his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to him. You glance at his face. He has his scary look on, dark and serious. You donât say anything. You simply smile to yourself and drape your arm over his waist. Itâs actually so nice to know that youâre safe when he is with you.Â
Jungkook drives the car home because you drank one beer and a shot. You donât feel the effects at all, but you know better than to trust your judgement. People who drank alcohol, should never ever sit down in the driverâs seat of a car. No matter how little they feel the booze.Â
Jungkook obviously is sober and uses almost the entire drive home to rant about âassholes like these dudesâ. You let him because he seems so worked up about the topic that stopping him is impossible. For the last quarter of the drive, he has finally tired himself out, sharing the ride with you in silence. You appreciate it, watching the familiar streets pass you by.
You donât get to talk in the elevator because there are other tenants and a few house worker who ride it with you. The first few moments in your penthouse are silent as well. You slip out of your shoes and jackets, where Jungkook helps you hang it up.
âThank you Bunny.â
âMhm.â
You glance at him. He has his back turned to you, busy with hanging his own jacket, but he is standing right in front of the mirror so his face was visible to you. He is clearly upset. You let out a deep sigh of defeat and put your clutch on the dresser so you have both hands free. Then you close the distance, calling his attention with a gentle hand on his right shoulder. Jungkook lifts his head and turns, lowering his head instantly when you run your fingers over his undercut. It is as if he leaning into the affection.
âAre you still upset, Bunnybaby?â you ask him.
He nods his head, tightening his features.
âI hate when men treat you like thisâ, he murmurs, voice shaking. You canât decide if itâs anger or the first indicator of tears. âYou donât deserve it and, and I feel so helpless because whatever I do wonât make them see their shitty behaviour.â
âI know, baby, I know. Itâs so frustrating and I share your feelings.â
He lets out a sound of defeat and nods his head, burying it in the crook of your neck within the next second, arms tightly around you. A whimper leaves him, he practically melts in your embrace.
âYou deserve the world, but the world doesnât deserve youâ, he mumbles into you.
You smile, playing with his hair gently.
âYouâre the sweetest person, my love. Mhm I gotta squeeze you.â You tighten the hug, shaking him from side to side gently. âIâm squeezing the frustration outta you, Bunnybaby.â
He lets it happen at first, but soon canât stop himself from giggling. You chuckle, lessening the pressure to ruffle his hair.
âNo but seriously, youâre the sweetest person and Iâm so grateful for you standing up for me and other women. I know it feels like you arenât achieving anything, but you are. It only takes one person to be brave enough to stand up and for it to mean that there will be others who follow.â
âYou think so?â
âOf course I do. You know, Shiwon was always a good guy but he never really said anything when men were being pigs until you came around and actually stood up for us.â
âBut Shiwon always says something to sexists.â
âYes, because he saw you doing it and realised that he needed to change his ways.â
âReally?â he sounds in disbelief.
âYes, really.â
âWowâ, he lets out in a breathy whisper, âwowâ, his voice is louder and he steps back to lock eyes with you, âwow.â
You give him an adoring smile, cradling his cheeks.
âSo keep being yourself and keep standing up for us. Youâre helping, even if it feels frustrating to do.â
He shakes his head, âitâs not frustrating to help. Itâs frustrating that I even have to help.â
âI know, it really is.â
âBut ___, I made someone change his habits.â His face lights up. âI did it.â
âYou did it.â
âOh ___â, he swoops you off your feet and twirls you right here and now.
You laugh, holding onto his shoulders and throwing your head back in delight. He twirls three times then stands still with his arms under your butt and his sparkling eyes gazing up at you. You meet his pretty eyes, caressing his shoulders and neck.
âI will keep protecting you and standing up for you and being someone safe for you until you and every other woman can feel safe as well. The world doesnât deserve you right now, so Iâll make it be worthy of you. I promise.â
âOh Jeon Jungkook, you sweetheart of a person. I fucking adore youâ, you get out, cupping his face to pull him into a deep kiss.
Once the kiss breaks, Jungkookâs eyes are hazy in love and he canât stop smiling at you. You mirror his state, running your fingers over his temples and forehead.
âI really adore you, I really doâ, you speak softly.
âI adore you tooâ, he says without hesitation, voice nothing but a whisper.
âI donât think you understand how much I adore you though. I adore every single star in your galaxy brain, every single inch of your golden heart and every single particle of your perfect soul. I adore the way you think, the words you speak and how gently you voice them. I adore your silly jokes and adore your smile and laughter. I adore how you love so much and so big and so wholeheartedly because you cannot do it any other way. I adore that you are in love with love and that everything you do is done by your gentle, romantic hands. I adore how happy you get for food, how you hum to yourself when you do something, how you fill the room with warmth because you are such a warm presence. I fucking adore the very essence that makes you, Jeon Jungkook, and if I could turn back time, I would do everything the exact same way because I know that it would lead me to you one day.â
âWhy are you saying that?â he presses out and instantly bursts into tears, dropping you on the floor gently to hug you as tightly as humanly possible.
âOh sweetie, gosh, you gentle hearted soul youâ, you say softly, hugging him just as tightly.
âYou canât just say thatâ, he sobs into your neck, making you chuckle and ruffle his hair.
âGoodness, youâre so sweet. Are you okay, Bunnybaby?â
âNoâ, he whimpers, shaking his head, âIâm so grateful and I wasnât readyâ, he gets out and sobs again.
âIâm sorry, Iâll give you a warning next timeâ, you joke, eliciting both a laugh and sob from him. He is truly the most endearing and wonderful person to ever exist.
âIâm so grateful. Thank you so much for saying all of this, oh god, I adore you so much. I, I could fill the entire galaxy with it and it still wouldnât be enough.â
âOh my Jungkookie.â
You and he fall into a moment of silence where you hug and enjoy each otherâs presence. The night might have ended in a messy, frustrating way but does it really matter when at the end of it you and he are still together? Does it really matter that people are awful when you and he have each other? Does it really matter when you can forget all about the outside world in each otherâs arms?
The tranquillity of togetherness continues as the night grows older. You change into comfortable clothes and make a 1 AM snack with nothing but the stove light glowing. You eat cuddled up on the couch as you watch an episode of your favourite show and realize that the best part of going out will always be the coming home. You take separate showers for practicality reasons. You downstairs and he upstairs so you and he could be in bed sooner than later. It is already 3 AM by now and Jungkook has to wake up early tomorrow.Â
He drops into the pillow, bangs hiding his eyes. You reach out with a soft chuckle, combing them out of his face. You tug them behind his ear, giving his neck a little scratch afterwards. He flutters his lashes, clearly enjoying the touch.Â
âMy Bunny.â
He smiles with his eyes and holds the open hand you had resting on the sheets. Your fingers intertwine as tightly as possible. You guide your touch to his shoulder and upper arm, drawing little hearts on his clothed skin.
âI think we should stop going out. Itâs so nice to stay homeâ, he says sleepily.
âIf we do that, weâll just end up as cave goblins.â
âThat wouldnât be bad. At least we would have each other and nothing could hurt us.â
âMhm maybe youâre right, but in the end nothing can really hurt us, canât it? We have each other.âÂ
âYeahâ, he breathes and closes the distance, cradling the back of your head. He kisses your forehead then rests his own against it. His eyes fall closed.Â
You donât want to close your eyes, gazing at him. When he is as close to you as right now, you swear that you get soaked in the glow of his sunlight soul until the very colours of your own soul shine brightly.Â
âI adore youâ, he whispers.
âI adore you tooâ, you breathe.Â
âIâm so tired.â
âThen sleep, you have an early morning anyways. I hate when you get little sleep.â
âI donât wanna.âÂ
âWhy not?â
âI donât wanna end this. We are so together.â
âWeâll be together tomorrow too, I promise.âÂ
âNot like this.â He pulls your closer, furrowing his brows. âNot like this. I wonât feel like this tomorrow.â
âHow do you feel?â
âLike my soul is on my skin and Iâm basically living in your own soul, like with each touch we share I find new meaning.âÂ
âOh Kookieâ, you cradle the back of his head and kiss his forehead.Â
âLike thisâ, he gets out, hugging you as his face sinks into the softness of your chest. âItâs like I'm sinking into your essence. My soul feels so safe with you.â
âIt is safe with me, my loveâ, you say softly, petting his hair soothingly.
Jungkook lets out a sound of relief, growing softer in your arms. You know that this means that he is losing his fight with sleep, that your warmth and scent are relaxing him beyond saving. You begin caressing his favourite spot on his head, the one which knocks him out within seconds.Â
â___, you canât ever get hurtâ, he gets out in a quiet sigh, exhaling deeply afterwards. His body grows slack. He fell asleep.Â
You kiss the crown of his head, keeping your nose buried in his hair afterwards.Â
âSleep tight, my gentle hearted loveâ, you whisper and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep as gently as a boat drifting away on a calm ocean.Â
He says that his soul feels safe with you, unaware that he is the only person your soul ever felt safe enough to fall asleep with.
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bsf!ellie x reader!!
SUMMARY: You get ready to a party with your best friend, but acting like you don't like her will be more difficult than ever tonight.
CW: r! is afab, r! shows her tits to ellie (?), alcohol game, and I think that´s all.
A/N: This took me forever to write but I really really liked how it turned out
PROMISE OF A DRUNKâ It was kind of difficult to bring Ellie to a party. She would always complain about it being just loud music, alcohol and sex; but what's all that called together if not fun?
Probably what you most liked about parties was that you could get drunk and tell Ellie all you thought about her,how much you liked her, how hot she was, how much you loved seeing her with that reading glasses she wore sometimes... Because you could deny everything the next day. "I said that? what?" "I didn't do that" (whatever it was, yes you did) "Nah I don't trust you. I'm not the type to say that", you would say. It would seem weird for others but only you (and Ellie) knew how difficult it was to not confess to your best friend in the middle of watching a movie, or making bracelets, or having a sleepover. So yeah, sometimes getting drunk was a scape way to all your pretending.
After convincing Ellie to go to tonight's party, as you always did, she came around to you house in black jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket thatâyou'd never admit, made you go FERAL. The auburn watched you as you showed her your possible outfits: skirts and going out tops. You kinda noticed how she stared at some part (2 parts, if you want me to specify) of your body. Far from feeling harassed, you kinda enjoyed Ellie's gaze, like... She was just your best friend who liked watching you(r tits) and you were her best friend who liked... Her. So why not enjoying it?
"Oh, and-" you lifted your top, leaving your braless tits exposed to the air. "How are them? Like, they look good?" Her expression was completely shocked and in the matter of seconds her face turned red like a tomato. Completely.
"I, uh... They're good, yeah." She said and immediately covered her face with her hand and looked away, focusing her gaze in the floral pattern of your blanket.
"You didn't even look." You laughed. Then she turned to see your tits and the colour in her face intensified, if that was even possible. After like five seconds of being hypnotised, she finally looked up at your eyes.
"Good." She nodded. "Are you happy now?"
"I think you're the happy one here." You chuckled to yourself and took off the top completely, ready to try another outfit.
With Ellie's help you chose a midnight blue top with some black skirt and boots you didn't put on yet. Now it was makeup time. After less than 10 minutes, she started getting bored.
"When will you finish?"
"Not now."
She whined. Twenty minutes later, your sparkly blue makeup was done and when you turned around, you found Ellie sleeping, spread in your bed and a dumb smile formed in your lips. You sat beside her and looked at her eyelashes for a second, then at her lips. Oh, her lips. Impulsively, you leaned in and kissed her.
Her forehead. Because it didn't matter how bad you wanted to kiss her lips and how you dreamed about it (asleep or not), you couldn't do something she didn't allow you to, you just weren't able to. Maybe you loved her too much. You leaned in, getting your mouth close to her ear. You blew her, causing her to wake up suddenly and to sit up with a little scream.
"Hey! It's not fu- oh" Her almost inexistent amount of annoyance was replaced by... Something? when she saw your makeup. "Woah. You always surprise me." Her lips were parted now.
"I know." you shrugged cockily. "Are my eyelashes symmetrical?" You got closer and blinked a few times, looking at her beautiful green eyes. She couldn't help it and looked down at your tits. She dug her own grave and she knew it but come on, she couldn't help herself. And you obviously noticed this.
"My eyelashes." You repeated to Ellie in a teasing tone.
"I'm looking at your eyelashes!" She protested as her emerald gaze shifted to your eyes again. "They're symmetrical."
"The eyelashes too?" She hit your leg, a slight blush creeping onto her beautiful freckled cheeks.
"Shut up." Her reaction made you chuckle.
"Can i do your makeup?"
"Uh, just nothing weird."
"Just eyeliner?"
"Yeah, that will be good."
"Sit against the headboard please." Ellie obeyed you. She knew that was an excuse to sit on her lap, but she wanted you to so...
You took the bag from your night table, ready to do your job. You sat on her lap, with your legs on each side of that pretty black jeans of hers.
"Look upside." Ellie did as you said and you started doing your job.
You felt your cheeks turning a completely different colour when Ellie placed her hands in your waist. You wouldn't admit how nervous you got because of that, and Ellie wouldn't admit she too even though she was the one who made the move. While you traced small lines all around Ellie's eye line, you couldn't help but notice she had gotten red as well. Crimson red. Even though you would've loved to mock her about that, you were in the same position as her so you shut up, both of you enjoying the closeness and at the same time pretending absolutely nothing was going on between you, even knowing that if one of you pulled the other girl's face closer in a kiss none of you would pull back in a long, long time.
You kept doing her eyeliner, trying to ignore the indecent thoughts of Ellie that crossed your mind, mashing up the images of Ellie when she was changing in the same room as you with right now where you sat on her with some Twitter videos you'd never admit you watched. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend. She's your best friend and just your best friend, you repeated mentally trying to sound convincing. After like 5 minutes you were done, and with a phew you announced you were done.
"I thought I was gonna screw it."
"Me too." Ellie received a small hit in her arm.
"Hey!" You complained.
"I was joking, you're incredible." She said as she sobbed her arm.
"Oh, don't flirt with me now."
"You're delusional." You smiled at that.
"Shut up. Are we going to the party now?"
You took an Uber to the house of someone you didn't actually know, but you were invited by some friend anyways.
In the way there, you leaned your head in Ellie's shoulder with tranquility. You thought that maybe, if you had done something impulsive when doing her eyeliner, probably both of you would've been tense now, but that didn't happen and that wasn't even important to you right now because, come on, you were in Ellie's shoulder and her head was leaning on yours. Yeah, you used to do that but that didn't mean you couldn't get nervous, and getting nervous didn't mean Ellie would notice that. (Did it?)
12 pm
Music came from the inside of the luxury building, inviting you to come inside. The night was young and there wasn't any drunk people yet, not enough to notice.
You entered inside the building and in the kitchen you could see one of your friends, Dina, which was Ellie's best friend and when she saw you immediately gestured for the two of you to join the group she was with with a friendly expression.
"We'll have fun." You said and dragged Ellie with you by her hand as if she didn't know how to walk by herself.
2 am.
The vodka bottle, almost in the half now, rested in the middle of the round. If you didn't want to answer a question, two sips. If you didn't want to fulfill the dare, four sips.
"Truth." The blonde named Lacy said tilting her head to the side with a smirk.
"Who do you like?" Jesse asked.
"Oh come on." You complained about the same basic question everyone always make in truth or dare, interrupting; half of your politeness always faded away with a little of alcohol in your system. "Ask something interesting."
"Shut up. It's interesting." Jesse defended himself.
"Sure."
"Well, I like some girl who has short hair and is right here." She answered when your little argument with Jesse finished, looked at Ellie and winking at her.
If Ellie had been sober, she would have frozen and stay awkwardly silent. But she wasn't, so she smirked with a noticeable red face, looking the girl she didn't know down, and scratched her ear. If you had been sober, you would have dissimulated and tease your friend about the situation. But you wasn't, so you glared at the girl with the most pure hatred before shifting your gaze to Ellie. YOUR Ellie.
You placed your hand in the Auburn's thigh casually, something Lacy didn't overlook. And she shouldn't, you were threatening the hell out of her.
Ellie is mine. Stay away. As simple as that. Ellie looked at you with a surprised smile.
"Oh?" She got closer, you were frozen at this and when your soul came back to your body she was whispering in your ear. "Are you jealous baby? Is that why you touch me like that? Because I think she likes me."
She blabbed with a dumb smile. What did she call you? BABY? Your face was burning now and all you hoped (Besides Lacy's death) was that Ellie didn't notice your nervousness, which you were almost 100% sure overflowed your body, being almost palpable.
"I'm not." You said taking credit away from the situation. Your hand still rested in Ellie's thigh, wishing to go up. Now was Lacy's turn, who looked at you like you invented global warming.
"Truth or dare, Els?" Sorry? Els? Come on, only you called her like that. And Dina sometimes. Who the fuck did she think she was? Just going there and calling your girlfriend like that as if-
"Dare." She smirked.
"I dare you to kiss me." OH NO YOU FUCKING-, you shouted in your head as your poor knuckles turned white because of how tight you were clenching your fists. Ellie came closer to... The bottle? She directed it to her mouth and drank four sips, making a disgust expression.
"Sorry girl, I'm taken." She smiled at her before sitting beside you again. Now she was the one touching your thigh, sending shivers all over your leg.
"Taken?" You asked with true curiosity.
"By you." A silly smile appeared on her lips. She got closer in an attempt to kiss you.
"What are you doing?" You giggled at Ellie's interest for you, which she only showed when she was this drunk or talking between dreams, two things you were used to pretend that didn't happen because god it would be so awkward for Ellie to tell her about that, to confront her, to ask her if she had any actual feelings for you. You moved your head to the side so she ended up kissing your cheek. You didn't even perceive if she behaved like this JUST because of the alcohol or if she actually liked you and it was more difficult to hide it after some drinks but you decided to not think about it much, not now. Ellie rand her hand down your thigh slightly, squeezing it a little.
"Truth or dare?" The Auburn asked you.
"Truth."
"Do you like me?"
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VICIOUS â Theodore Nott
pairing :: theodore nott x f!reader (implied Gryffindor!reader but never mentioned)
summary :: (enemies to lovers). when you and theo get paired up for the nightly prefect-patrols, the yearlong hatred between the two of you may come to an end. or not.
based on the song vicious by sabrina carpenter
warnings :: angst!! she/her pronouns, use of y/n & y/l/n (only a few times), lots of cursing, british, mentions of killing someone (not serious), smoking, drinking, typos probably, 4.1k words
a/n :: english isnât my native language so please donât mind any mistakes and feel free to correct me! this is my first story published on tumblr so iâm a bit nervous. my requests are open, feel free to share your ideas and Iâll come up with something!!
âAs a result of the ongoing danger in and outside of Hogwarts, the prefects will now walk around in pairs during their nightly patrols after curfew. And to show that Hogwarts and the witches and wizards attending this school stick together in such times, we have decided to pair up prefects from different houses.â
Harry, Ron, Hermione and you sat on your usual seats in the great hall as Professor McGonagall made the announcement. The boys and Mione didnât really care about the announcement, considering none of them are prefects. Hermione at least listened to what the professor was saying, sometimes poking Ron in his arm to make him stop bickering and start listening, too.
You however, you didnât take the news as easily as your friends.
Once you realized that being friends with Harry had its downsides, you started to appreciate the everyday repetitiveness. The homey things.
Ignoring the strength of the dark side in the wizarding world, you found comfort in the mornings at Hogwarts that were always the same. The fun you had at lunch with the boys and Hermione and the quidditch trainings and matches you could always look forward to.
It gave you a sense of normality in an abnormal world, just like your nightly patrols did.
Whatever may have happened during the day, you could overthink it during those few hours you had for yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, occasionally greeting and having small talk with the other prefects or scolding the little amount of students you would catch sneaking around from time to time.
Those patrols were your way of coping with stress, wherever it may have come from. Usually school, or the cognition that Voldemort wonât be scared to lift his wand against you and your friends the next chance he gets, whenever that might be. Not very soon, you hoped.
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âTheyâve got to be kidding! Thereâs no bloody way I can go on those patrols with this assholes every damn night.â
You were furious. Taking away your alone time was one thing, but pairing you with none other than Theodore Nott, the biggest dickhead to ever walk the corridors of Hogwarts, that just had to be a sick joke.
You hated his guts. You hated his manwhore-behavior and his obnoxious superior complex. He thinks heâs too good to attend any of his classes and simply uses his prefect-advantages to take points from Gryffindor students for fun. You doubted he knew what playing fair even meant.
Every damn house party, he somehow felt the need to judge either you outfit, you hair, your makeup or just anything else he can find to complain about. And as if that wasnât enough, he loved taking advantage of your resentment towards hookup culture, never failing to somehow end up right next to you while one of the many girls who seem to be kissing the ground he walks on was hanging on his lips as if heâd remember her name tomorrow.
And donât get started on quidditch. the amount of times you leave the pitch with at least a dozen new bruises just because of him almost makes it seem like having pushed him off his broom that one time wasnât enough yet.
In comparison to you and Theo, Harry and Draco were just two puppies occasionally fighting over who gets to play with the stuffed animal first.
âLook- maybe it wonât be that bad, maybe youâll even, I donât know, start getting along?â Hermione tried to cheer you up, already knowing that âpossibilityâ isnât that probable.
âOh come on Mione, Nott just has to look at Y/N and she basically explodes with anger. We have to be careful she doesnât accidentally kill him one night.â
âShut it, Weasley, this isnât helping. I have to go and talk to professor McGonagall. Mione, come with me?â you asked.
âIâd love to, but curfew is about to start. I donât wa-â
curfew only meant one thing: the nightly patrol
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He was different than you thought. He wasnât that bad. Not when you two were alone. A few months had gone by and, even though the first nights were a bit rough, you both managed to get along well. Really well, actually.
It became a wordless understanding that in the depths of the night, in the comfort of the quietness, when the only source of light in the castle were your wands and the lumos spell, you two werenât hateful classmates. You were friends. Good friends even.
âIâm so tired, and why is this damn school still freezing cold at night? Bloody hell itâs juneâ you yawned. It was almost midnight and you and Theo had decided to sit down on one of the stairs. Itâs been a long day and night, the younger students seemingly wanting to be outside during the warm summer nights. Understandibly so, you thought.
âYouâre shivering, want my jumper?â
He handed it over to you after pulling it off of his body, accidentally showing a tiny bit of his toned stomach. You couldnât help but look, slightly biting your lip to hide your smile.
You happily accepted the offer and slowly pulled the jumper over your head, your stomach suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy when you smelt his cologne. You breathed in and mumbled a small âthanksâ to be boy next to you.
It wasnât the first time he had given you his jumper. And it also wasnât the first time youâve felt this fuzziness in your stomach because of him, and you knew what it meant.
And he felt it too.
Theo never liked you either. He hated your goody two-shoes behavior in front of the professors and the way you would scrunch your nose in disgust whenever you saw him smoking. Sometimes he lit his cigarettes near you just to annoy you.
It all started when in fourth year, you accidentally kicked him off his broom during a friendly quidditch match. He didnât get seriously hurt, he just felt humiliated. Even worse, by you, a girl he had been convinced to dislike ever since you befriended Theoâs best friendâs sworn enemy, Harry.
You wanted to say sorry the next morning during breakfast, but he strutted away right after seeing you on your way over to him. He was mad at you for embarrassing him, and you found his behavior childish. You both wouldâve sworn that this hatred was going to be endless. Until now.
And that scared him.
He couldnât possibly fall for the girl he had despised all these years. It wouldnât work anyway. Their houses, their families and their friends just wouldnât allow it. And their egos wouldnât either.
Who was Y/N to fall for someone who treated other girls so poorly? Someone who dared to call her best friend worthless and walk around in school he as if he was just better than her and her friends.
But in intimate moments like these, with your head gently placed on his shoulder and his warm jumper wrapped around your body, you both forgot. You forgot about youâre prejudices, about your friends and your families. It was just you two.
Sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way. You doubted it.
As soon as the sun rises, the birds start singing and the castle starts awaking from its tranquil sleep, the peace between you two stopped. His smoking annoyed you. At parties heâd still sneak around with girls. After quidditch matches youâd be still fuming with anger.
Therefore you wished you could stay like this forever. You felt safe in moments like these. Perfectly at peace.
Even though the feeling in your stomach when he looked at you or when you smelt his cologne was the same as always, tonight felt different. The usual comforting silence felt awkward and tense, like something that was yet to be said already made things harder.
âY/N?â
âHm?â
Theo sighed.
âMy friends would kill both of us if they saw us like this.â
âSo what? I donât care about you friends.â You scoffed. âI mean, they canât know.â he said, almost in a whisper.
âKnow what?â you asked as you slowly lifted your head from his shoulder and your eyes locked together. His gaze drifted from your eyes to your delicate lips and the air surrounding you was suddenly filled with a heavy tension and desire.
Your breath hitched and your whole body felt like it was on fire as he carefully started to caress your cheek. He leaned in and finally, his lips touched yours. The feeling of your soft lips on his slightly chapped ones was intoxicatin. The kiss was gentle yet passionate and in that exact moment, nothing else mattered.
All doubts you had suddenly left your mind, the only things you could think about being the feeling of his lips on yours, and the fact that you never want this to stop.
You wrapped your hand around his neck as the kiss deepened and it went on like this until you both pulled away to catch your breaths.
And ater that kiss, everything changed.
For the worse
His gaze landed on your eyes once again. And as your expression softened, his became harder. And darker. And the eyes you found yourself lost in just seconds ago suddenly turned cold.
âDid I do so-â
âGive me my jumper. I want to go to bed.â
âWhat?â You huffed. He canât be serious right now, right?
âGive it to me, Y/L/N. Our job here is done and Iâm tired.â
You scoffed and quickly pulled the emerald green piece of clothing over your head, breathing in his scent for the last time that night. He snatched it out of your hands and left without another word, leaving you alone on the huge staircase, confused and upset.
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The next morning was even weirder. Your friends had to basically drag you out of bed and once you were seated in your usual seat in the great hall, you just couldnât stop trying to catch his eyes.
But he seemed ratherâŚ. busy. Either you were imagining things or Pansy Parkinson was currently seated on his lap. At breakfast. You frowned and slowly picked at your food with your fork, never taking a single bite.
âY/N, I think thatâs your owl!â Hermione said, the daily prophet in one hand, a teaspoon in the other to stirr her tea. Once the letter dropped onto your lap, you swiftly opened it before quickly patting the owl on its head as a goodbye.
âItâs from professor McGonagallâ
âWhat does it say?â Harry asked, seemingly interested.
You squinted your eyes and Hermione immediately went to look over your shoulder, reading it too as you turned the letter to show her.
âIt says that she took notice of my complaints about the pairing and that changes will follow quickly. But I never went to complain about it. And we also never talked about it in class.â You scoffed. The letter was clearly directed at you, and professor McGonagall wasnât exactly known for making mistakes like sending letters to the wrong person.
Meaning, someone else mustâve told her.
âAt least you donât have to spend any more time with that snob.â Ron chimed in, chewing on his breakfast. You just nodded.
You stopped listening to the conversation as Hermione started to complain about Ronâs table manners and you let your mind wander back to Theo. It mustâve been him who somehow told McGonagall about your complaints. It wasnât that hard to believe him, considering the professors already knew about the hateful relationship you and Theo had going on.
âIâm gonna go tell Alex, maybe Iâll get paired with her.â You said, getting up from your seat. The trio hummend and waved at you, already being used this.
It wasnât the whole truth. Yes, if Theo wanted to be a bitch then you definitely wanted to be paired with Alex instead of anyone else. But she also was the only one who knew about you and Theo, and you definitely needed to update her on whatâs going on currently. You didnât dare to tell the Gryffindors, afraid of how they might react. Maybe cutting off contact with you wasnât so stupid of him. But it was so vicious.
Alex and you have already been friends before you even received your Hogwarts letters. You confided in her with everything, hence she also knew what had been going on between you and Theo these past few months.
She waved you over when she saw you walking towards the Hufflepuff table, letter still in hand. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to sit down. You exchanged quick hellos, and then you began talking, sharing every so tiny detail about last night. And the letter. And the still ongoing situation he had with Pansy Parkinson on his lap, giggling about something he said. You wanted to look away, but you couldnât. And he didnât spare you a single look.
âThat fucking twat! He canât just kiss you and then pull shit like this! You should beet him up, honestly. Even better, kick him off his broom again.â Alex suggested, maybe a bit too loudly, as you were on you way towards potions. Breakfast had already ended and because you didnât want to keep sitting where everybody could hear you, you decided to leave a bit earlier and take the longer way to the classroom.
âYeah- I donât know Lex, this is so weird. I used to hate him all this time and now- now Iâm crying after him? This is so stupidâ, you murmured, âmaybe itâs better this way. Everything will go back to the way it was before and Iâll just- forget.â
But it didnât go back to how it was before. He didnât go back to calling you names. And whenever he saw you in hogsmead, he didnât wait for you to cross paths to light his cigarette anymore like he usually did to annoy you. He just ignored you. And that frustrated you even more. Why couldnât he just act normal? Why did he have to suddenly act as if you died? As if you just didnât exist anymore? Why did he have to constantly remind you that something between you did change? How were you supposed to forget it about it like this?
Even in classes, when you dropped something, when you gave the wrong answer or when your potions turned into nothing more than a weird bubbling brown liquid and Snape scolded you for it, even when you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone, he wouldnât comment it. Draco would mock you. And Mattheo would laugh. Occasionally, if he saw you on your way out, Blaize would annoyingly remind you of whatever had happened in class. But Theo? He wouldnât look. He wouldnât react. He wouldnât care.
But, to your luck, every last Saturday of the month, the students threw a party with all students from every house invited. Only if they were of age. The houses always took turns on whose common room the party will be held in, and July was Slytherinâs turn. Meaning Theo would definitely be there.
Originally, you didnât want to act so petty. But you felt used after all these months of him pretending. So, there was only one thing you had to keep in mind for a few more weeks;
revenge is a dish best served cold.
And you managed. By now, you had already told Hermione about Theo and even though she didnât like the thought of you and him at first, considering you spent lots of time together, it made sense. After all, she said it herself when you first got the message of having to go patrolling with him. Maybe youâd start getting along.
So, for the next party, Alex, Mione, and you came up with a tiny, harmless plan. You didnât know if it would work because his ignorance towards you was still going strong, but it was worth a shot. And a little jealousy never hurt anyone anyway, right?
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You dressed up. You needed to break his façade one way or another. A tight-fitting, almost-too-short red dress and your favorite jewellery delicately hanging around your neck and wrists with a few rings around your fingers.
You werenât overdressed, but you didnât usually go to parties like this. You just went there to have fun with your friends, get drunk and take your mind off of things, never to catch anybodyâs attention. You were beautiful dressed up or not, boys always tried to ask you out at those parties no matter what you were wearing, but you always nicely rejected.
Today, you wouldnât.
After you finished off you makeup with mascara and lipgloss, you put on your heels and finally made your way over to the dungeons, Hermione and Alex right next to you. The boys went first, you assumed theyâve already had some drinks, so hopefully the vibe wouldnât be too bad.
âThis is so embarrassing.â
âItâs not.â
âHe probably wonât even look at me, just like he did the whole past monthâ you sighed, suddenly not feeling as confident anymore.
âIf you wonât catch his attention, then surely someone elseâs.â Hermione tried to cheer you up once again. âAnd itâll at least help you take your mind off of him.â Alex added.
They are right, you told yourself. Just go inside, drink something to calm your nerves, and donât focus on him.
Easier said than done. The moment you stepped a foot inside the common room, decorated with green lamps and lights, dark leather sofas and with loud music beaming through your ears, your eyes immediately searched for him. He was sitting there, hidden in a dark corner with a ravenclaw girl all over him, but his eyes focused on you.
You locked eyes.
Your breath hitched.
Goosebumps formed all over your body.
You looked away.
Your eyes settled on Harry who was calling you over, a drink for you in his hand. You took it from him, ready to just enjoy yourself and have a good time. For now.
You were more than just tipsy, stumbling over your words and your own feet. Your feet started to hurt in your heels and the guy youâve been flirting with started to annoy you. His hand was steady on your hip and his lips grazed your neck as he whispered things into your ear you couldnât comprehend, mind way too hazed.
Meanwhile, Theo felt as though he was going fucking crazy. He couldnât stand it anymore. He tried so hard not to think about you. He tried so hard to finally get you off his mind. To finally make these feelings for you disappear.
He was supposed to enjoy himself tonight. Make out with yet another girl and then forget about you completely. Some alcohol would help, wouldnât it? But no, you just had to show up in that tiny fucking dress, showing off your legs for everyone to see. And as if that wasnât enough, you let that guyâs hands and lips wander over your body as if you belonged to him. Youâve never done anything like this before. You never dressed up like this, and every bloke who ever came too close to you would be hushed away in a second and now you basically bathed in those boysâ attention.
He knew he wasnât one to judge. Not when he acted the same exact way every single party he went to. But the way you wouldnât react to his smoke, the fact your nose didnât scrunch up like it usually would, the way all of your attention was on that guy and not on him, it made him fucking feral.
âUhhhm you know, you- you look good and all, and we should reaaaaallyyyy continue this another time, but I need some fresh- fresh air right now, so Iâll go.â You hickupped, actually feeling like his weird perfume would suffocate you if you didnât leave right fucking now.
âIâll go with y-â
âNono, donât worry, Iâll- Iâll go alone.â
You hurried away, not wanting him to follow you. You needed to get out of this huge castle, go somewhere you could actually relax, because the alcohol, in fact, did not help and finally come to terms with the truth; Theo never once left your mind. And your plan sucked too, having achieved absolutely nothing.
You felt way too hot, the smell of that horrible perfume mixed with smoke and alcohol overstimulating your senses. Plus, your mind was racing. Why couldnât he just talk to you? Tell you what he was thinking that night, tell you what made him lie to your professors about âyour complaintsâ, tell you what fucking made him run away after such an intimate moment.
âFuckfuckfuck these shoes are fucking killing me!â you whined once you reached the exit.
âThen take âem offâ
Your eyes opened wide and the cold rain drops falling onto your skin one after one made you shiver.
And so did his voice.
You knew he was standing behind you, but you didnât dare to turn around. You stared ahead into the nothingness until you felt his presence next to you, arms brushing against each other. His cologne and the fresh air cleared your mind, sobering you up slightly.
âWhat do you want, Nott?â
âWe need to talk.â
âFinally grew a pair or what took you so long?â
Theo exhaled. He turned around to stand face-to-face with you, his blue eyes piercing into yours. And finally that night, you held his gaze. The tension was palpable and you couldnât help but fiddle with your bracelets and necklace, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden change of atmosphere.
âListen, I- I know what I did was stupid. And absolutely, in no way, was what I did okay. I just- Iâve kissed a lot of girls before, we both know that, but that kiss between us- it felt so different and t-â
âSo you left? And ignored me? And lied to McGonagall? And proceeded to let a girl sit on your lap during fucking breakfast the next fucking morning? Thatâs a low bow even for you, Nott. Stop behaving like a slut and then maybe weâll talk.â
âOh and how did you behave tonight? Youâre allowed and Iâm not?â His voice was low, his head bending teasingly low towards yours, eyebrows raised, awaiting your reaction.
You scoffed and dodged his gaze. Guess your plan did work out. âComplaining, Nott? One bloke I flirt with and suddenly youâre after me again? Well maybe next time you should think before leaving me! Because, believe it or not, to one of us that kiss actually fucking meant somethi-â
âYou seriously think it meant nothing to me?â He yelled, frustration growing in his eyes. âI left because I was scared of what our friends would think if they saw us together! I- I know it was stupid and I got unnecessarily rude after but Iâve never felt anything like that before and that,â he huffed, âI guess that scared me.â
âSo when itâs me you care about others opinions, but when itâs that Ravenclaw, or Parkinson, or just any other girl, then you donât?â You asked, acting as confident in front him as you could.
âFor fucks sake, itâs because I like you Y/N, donât you get it? I genuinely like you! I left âcause youâre not like those girls. âCause youâre actually important to me!â
You pondered for a second, lowering your eyes to look at your heels instead of his face. Your heart thumped loudly inside your chest.
You looked up again.
Took a step forward.
And smashed your lips against his.
Your eyes closed as he didnât waste any more to kiss you back and finally, you felt safe again. With that fuzzy and warm feeling in your stomach and his lips against yours.
âThis dress looks so perfect on you.â His hands steadied on your waist, pushing you lightly against the wall. He kissed down your neck, your skin feeling hot. You began playing with his hair as your body relaxed under his touch. You didnât care about the rain wiping off your makeup. Or about you clothes being absolutely drenched. Nothing mattered other than having him close to you.
âI like you too, Theo.â
His lips parted from your neck, instead he gave you a small peck on your lips, before embracing you in a tight hug, smiling into your hair.
And neither of you let go.
âYouâre shivering, want my jumper?â
âRed doesnât go well with green.â
âNah, I think it does.â
last part makes more sense as gryffindor!reader but whatever, I hope you liked it!
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TUNNEL VISION
pair: idol!sana x high fashion model!reader
wc: 3k
includes: alcohol consumption, scissoring, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation
Sana was ready to hit the bed as soon as she arrived at her 5-star hotel, but there was no time for her own plans since she had to attend fashion week.
She could curse her managers for making her arrive in Italy 3 hours before the show started, but she canât lie she still held the excitement she always had when going to a foreign country.
Milan held Sanas favorite gelato shop, a vivienne westwood boutique she shopped in every visit, and perhaps beautiful models she never forgot to pick up after certain events.
What got sana through her hair, makeup and styling process was the possibility of an after party, or planning on the side quests sheâd attend to during her free time.
Luckily, Sana had a love for fashion and was grateful to attend such events. The notable pieces of fabric piqued her interest every single time, and sometimes a pretty model would catch her attention.
Skimming down an outfit that captivated her, she failed to notice the face that adorned the clothing.
You had a face that kept her focused longer than any other model that walked the same stage. The clothes you were modeling were easily shadowed by your beauty and the rbf you displayed didnt help shift her focus back to your clothes. Easy enough to say, Sana was hooked.
It felt like you were off the stage quicker than you got on, and Sana regretted wasting her time focusing on other outfits you shared the stage with, but was grateful you caught her eye last second.
All she could do was hope to run into you somewhere else, maybe somewhere along the streets of Milan or even better, an after party.
The rest of the show was a bore for her thanks to you. She believes her eyes wandered around the room 10 times, checked her nails 5 times, and thought about you even more times before the show came to a close with the designer thanking everyone for their attendance.
Stepping out of the event was less of a hassle compared to when she arrived since most fans dissipated, except the ones who stayed till the end of the event in hopes of seeing Sana once again. Per usual, she waves towards fans, thanking some for showing out and supporting her, and finally steps into the black SUV that would take her to her next run in with you.
You on the other hand were on cloud 9. Yeah, modeling was fun and a passion youâve been pursuing for about 3 years, but you thought the scene that came with it was even better. Your timeless features paired along with the duality of your runway walks led you to being on the front cover of magazines, opening luxurious fashion shows, and an extravagant lifestyle youâve yearned for since you were a little girl.
Getting off the catwalk was a relief since you were able to finally slip off your heels and your mood suddenly lifted once you remembered your planned whereabouts after this.
Stepping into the function was like a reward along with the champagne that was served to you right at the entrance. This was a playground for socialites, networking, and public figures mingling with others on the same level as them. You on the other hand did not come for networking or mingling with other well -known people, but for the free drinks and a good time with your small circle.
You usually donât find yourself sharing a bed after nights like this, but you werenât opposed to the idea either, you typically just went with the flow.
Heading back towards you friend group after grabbing a shot from the bar, you slowed your pace once you notice the unfamiliar face next to one of your closest friends. She calls out, âY/N! Come here, I want you to meet someone.â You barely process what your friend says, instead focusing on the girl youâve never seen before. Her hair had slight waves with one side tucked behind her ear that exposed her sharp yet soft jawline, and her eyes pierced yours as if she was waiting for your arrival. Sliding in the booth, you turn to the unknown girl and push your hand forward, âIâm Y/n, itâs nice to meet you!â She takes your hand and smiles, âIâm sana, you looked great on the runway earlier today!â.
It was hard to find your words when she was giving you such an endearing smile, making you focus on her pink lips that were recently coated with lip gloss. Shaking out of your trance, you realized how familiar the name sounded.
Your friends head peaked out behind Sanas, âShes in that girl group I told you about how much I love, Twice! Remember?â That made your eyes light up and turn back to Sana, equally excited as much as your friend was.
âYou donât understand how much she talks about you guys. We were recently talking about flying out to Japan to go see you perform!â
Making further conversation with the girl came easy, you two were both interested in each otherâs careers, sparking many questions and soon enough compliments that couldnât be avoided due to each otherâs flirtatious personalities. You couldnât help but feel as if you stole Sana away from your best friend, but that became the least of your worries when you saw her drunk crying and being consoled by one of your other friends.
Sana soon put her open palm towards you wordlessly and after putting your hand in hers she leads you to the main dance floor. The heat radiating from the group of people dancing did not bother either of you since you two were wrapped up in each otherâs worlds. The song, sensual but upbeat, lead your back to her front and your hips swaying side to side against her. You were thankful you had made a friend who didnât mind being touchy, but it made you wonder if that would end in you guys becoming a one night stand.
You didnât push the idea away and instead found yourself wanting it to manifest into reality. This urged you to turn back around to face sana and wrap your arms around her neck.
The red strobe lights made her look like the devil in disguise, a sin to indulge in, and a face you wished to see more often. You find yourself becoming grateful your friend ran into her and introduced her to you, or else you wouldnât have been able to see her face leaning in towards you, making her forehead come in contact with yours.
Your eyes trail down to her lips and once you look back up into her eyes, hers are already focused in on your lips.
You kissed her with only your liquid encouragement and a dream, but in your favor she returns the kiss with even more assertiveness. Remembering that youâre out in plain sight, you pull away leaving sana to chase your lips, but you pulling away made her come back to her senses and realize her whereabouts.
âMy place or yours?â You get out as quickly as you can. Sanas quick to decide on her place and calls up her driver to get you out of the club and onto her bed.
Ushering you out of the place, Sana grips your hand and pulls you towards where her driver was waiting. Thankfully, no fans or paparazzi were there due to the late hour. Getting out of the club was not that difficult, but sitting next to sana for a whole 15 minute ride to her hotel was hard. She was scrolling through her phone while dragging her hand up and down your thigh, too close for comfort as if it was nothing.
The car ride felt agonizingly slow as her hand built up your anticipation, leaving you resisting the urge to cross your legs. Sana took notice when you suddenly tensed up, all she did was smile knowingly.
It felt like the car barely came to a stop when Sana dragged you out the car. You didnât notice you arrived at the hotel because of your hazy state, trying to focus on everything but Sanas hand on you the whole ride.
You let her guide you since you were unfamiliar with the place. She seemed to glide smoothly and kept her resilience impressively. You wondered if she had gotten soaked as much as you had. The thought made you flush, thinking of her seeing how wet you had gotten embarrassed you a bit.
This was a foreign feeling since you were always the most confident one in any hook up. Youâve never met someone who chipped away at your confidence and made you feel the need to submit. Sanas classiness didnât falter once all the while she was the one doing all the touching.
She remained calm as she opened the door to her room, lead you to her bed and motioned for you to sit down on it. It made you eager to find out what was to come next.
âIâve been eyeing you since the show,â To Sana, it was like tunnel vision. That whole day, she chose to barely acknowledge anyone who wasnât you. Besides your friend, she exchanged pleasantries with her but that was all because she saw you come in with her.
Her hand tucking the hairs that framed your face behind your ears, she finds comfort in sitting on your lap and pushing you back by your shoulders.
No words needed to be exchanged when her hands reached for the zipper of your dress and effortlessly dragged it off. She follows suit and feels like she has just opened a christmas present.
Her eyes trail down from your face to your bra, eyeing the lace detailing that kissed your skin. Your panties left drenched with her to blame, she eyes the wet spot
You unwillingly boosting her ego, Sana took pride in managing to get you so wet with barely any work. When she started moving her hips on top of your heat, you were already whimpering so lightly that your deep breaths were heard more. She grips onto your shoulders as she lowers her upper body onto yours and was disappointed as she felt the fabric of your bras blocking contact from each other.
Removing hers then yours, sheâs pleased with the feeling of your bare nipples rubbing against hers along with her hips rotating on top of you. You felt constricted as she used you for her own pleasure, almost feeling like a doll with the way she humped you.
She felt your nails lightly scratching her sides, they had a sense of urgency, begging for more of her attention. She puts your hands to a stop and places your fingers in her mouth. You look at her fascinated while she works her tongue up and down along your skin. She pulls them out with a pop and removes the rest of your garments.
She brings your two wet fingers onto her core and helps herself by dragging her lips along them, back and forth.
You glided over her clit, making her breath hitch but not making her stop. The tip of your fingers met her hole, leading sana to tease her entrance with your own hand.
You barely felt like you were alive, almost in a trance like state. You didnât notice her hands placing yours besides your head followed by the feeling of warmth where your cunt was practically leaking. Your back arched as your clit came in contact with the girl on top of you. All you could focus was on Sana, you couldnât pay attention to anything else but her face showcasing pure ecstasy and the sound of her slick mixing with yours.
Your legs felt like they were in a jumbled mess, but everything else felt just right. The feeling of sana moving back down for her breast to make contact with yours, her tongue searching for yours along your lips and her fingers sliding down between the two of you to feel how wet you were against each other.
Her moans were raspy and were drowned by your lips over hers. You break apart the kiss to breath since everything was overwhelming. You tried to voice out your words and what you wanted to say to her, but all that came out were hyperventilated breaths and incoherent sentences.
âShh, breath baby. itâs okay, Iâve got you.â Sana cradles your face and slows down her movement. You whine when the pace slows down and you finally catch your breath âGo faster please, I promise I can take it.â She contemplated for a few seconds then picked back up her pace. Her muscles burned but she didnât mind, she was glad to do the work while she got the perfect view of you falling apart.
Sana couldâve gotten off just by the faces you were making under her. She wouldnât be surprised if the neighboring hotel guest heard you, but she didnât care and was glad you didnât hold your noises back.
You reaching the edge purely by clit stimulation wasnât what you had expected, but here you are clutching sanas wrist up to your chest. âFuck- Iâm so close, donât stop.â You proceed to move your hips upwards, chasing your high and taking sanas thumb into your mouth. You used her thumb to silence yourself, truly believing you were going to scream once you came under Sana.
Sana was fascinated by how easy it was to glide herself on you due to how much more wet you got right before cumming. She focused on grinding her hips down harder against you, making the pressure against your clit just enough to bring you over the edge. Sana kept her movements up, not slowing down as she focused on finishing herself on you.
You were limp on the bed as she continued using you to get herself off. You never came that hard before just by scissoring, and you were on the brink of tears as she slowed down against you.
Sana leaned down and kissed the tears that fell due to the overstimulation you felt. Feeling like that wasnât enough for you, she made her way down your body and arched her back to come face to face with your pussy. It was a mistake looking down and seeing the view in front of you.
Her face was in front of your pussy that was once again being played with by her fingers, softly drawing circles on your puffy clit while she eyed down the milky liquid coming out of you.
Her tongue went straight to work at your hole, savoring the taste of you once your slick was welcomed into her mouth. Licking away at your entrance, sana closed her eyes and sighed getting lost on your taste.
You began whining for the nth time, realizing she was probably pussy drunk with the way she didnât notice your hand pushing her head away. Her ministrations didnât stop there and she continued to help herself by eating you up.
Itâs almost as if she enjoyed bringing you to tears, you laid there on the bed once again crying for her. You tried your best to take it all, her persistent licking on your sensitive bud, two of her fingers pistoling in and out of you, and her deep groans that vibrated against you.
The familiar liquid that came out of you motivated sana to keep going. She chased the taste of you and the way your legs shook around her head almost made her want to keep going once you came again.
She focused on hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arch.
What brought you to the edge was her her lips wrapped around your clit, switching between sucking on the bud and circling her tongue around it. Your senses were fucked up and you needed to grab onto anything to keep you grounded, which unbeknownst to you, made you grab her hair.
She groaned while attached to your pearl at the feeling of you tugging at her hair. Leaving her tongue out for you to grind on, she watches as you get lost on the feeling of her.
Sana letâs herself have a little more fun with you by cleaning up your slick, her tongue tracing patterns along your spent hole and not shying away from your bundle of nerves.
You truly did not have the energy to move yourself away or to bring her to a stop. Your makeup had to be ruined by now due to the amount of times you had already cried that night, but your tears felt uncontrollable while she licked away as if she hadnât already pushed you beyond your limits.
Opening your eyes, youâre met with the view of her licking your juices off of her fingers, one by one. The sight made you close your eyes, knowing if you continued to watch youâll get horny all over again, and it was better off that way since your sensitive cunt couldnât take her anymore.
Going up to your body, Sana peppers delicate kisses over your collarbone making goosebumps arise. You two laid there in silence with you finding comfort on top of Sanas chest, the rhythmic beating of her heart lulling you you to rest.
Waking up left you disappointed once you realized that Sana was not in bed with you. Youâve been through this routine a good amount of times by now, whatâs the difference now?
You tried to remind yourself how you shouldnât have expected any different from Sana but the thought of waking up besides each other, getting breakfast and exploring the city was an experience you wanted to share with the girl to get to know her better. In the process of picking up your thrown garments you notice a piece of paper on top of the bedside table. Picking it up, you read the written text with the prettiest handwriting youâve ever seen,
âI pushed the checkout till 2 in the afternoon so you can rest up longer. If youâre ever in Korea, text me (xxxxxxxxx)â
Feeling relief and excitement, you smile to yourself knowing youâll reconnect with the girl who left a lasting impression.
#girl group smut#twice x reader#twice imagines#sana imagines#sana smut#twice sana#sana x reader#twice smut
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OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"
A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 𼲠â¤ď¸
Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo
Sanji
Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly đAlthough you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!
He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.
A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.
Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.
Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.
He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan đđđâ¨
He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors
Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma
Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...đ
ZORO
He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one
He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled
But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.
Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend
He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.
In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.
Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.
Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute
Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.
You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" đ.
He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"
Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown
LAW
I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.
Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy
Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.
He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.
Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.
Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.
You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.
He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute
He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it
Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.
LUFFY
I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? đđđ
He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.
Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.
He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's
Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)
He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy
Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals
Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you
*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.
You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.
He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.
Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.
He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.
ACE
Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!
He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol
...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol
Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.
Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!
I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol
Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.
He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him đ˘
All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.
He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels
I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.
He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you
Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol
SABO
Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol
Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???
Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???
If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol
"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter
He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.
And brags about your skills to everyone
Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo
There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that
Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better
He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest
He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting
He'll always wear a little pink just for you â¤ď¸
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Riddle Rosehearts â¤đšâ¤
Is slightly more lenient with you then others but will still 100% scolded you if you break the rules
Will be the happiest boy if you make him sweets like tarts. Please cook for him. Please be gentle with him.
Gets all pouty and blushy if you tease him (especially about his height if your taller then him)
Gets super flustered if you h*old h*nds with him
Not big on pda as itâs against school rules but maybe a lil bitty kissy here and there wonât hurt
Floyd teases him endlessly about how cute you two are, his little shrimpy and goldfish together makes the eel twin so happy
Please be gentle with him and let him know that itâs ok to mess up sometimes
He would not hesitate to pop off at someone for talking shit about you. Talk down to his s/o and itâs off with your head
Riddles Jealousy is rooted in both protectiveness and insecurity. Riddle wants to protect you, make you happy so if he sees you with bad influences he gets jealous, but he wonât say anything just get pouty. The other half is with the insecurity that youâd want someone more layed back or who yells less
Is jealous of Floyd, Leona and kalim as they are generally layed back and âmore funâ
Azul Ashengrotto đđđ
Even After you two get together it takes azul a long time to fully trust you, the man has walls and oh boy are they thicc
Once he knows 100% he can trust you, he does almost a complete 180, suddenly azul is kinda dorkyand more open, granted still a little closed off.
DO NOT play monopoly with this man! He will reck your shit. The man will con you into paper debt and his web of hotels that litter the bord
Is confident enough in public to hold your hand and maybe give it a gentlemanly kiss, but on the inside? Azul. Exe has stopped working, please call idia for tech support
Sometimes he needs consoleing, heâs insecure and he wants a relationship were you two can lift each other up
The tweels tease him MERCILESSLY~ oh hoho little baby azul finally got a s/o~
LOVES to just like? Hold you gently? And just like? Be SOfT with you?
If someone talks down to his s/o heâs still calm on the outside but inside? Bubbling rage. He wonât have someone bullying his s/o. Itâs leech time.
His jealousy is almost completely rooted in insecurity. Heâs done bad things and heâs worried you want someone who Hasnât, someone whoâs a better person and who can make you happier, he will simply sulk about his jealousy
Heâs Jealous of Jack, Carter and even a little bit jealous of idia as for the most part they are good people without a shady past
Vil Schoenheit â¨đâ¨
His precious potato, but donât get him rong, youâre the most stunning lil potato
Spa days! So many spa days with vil, he has to keep both of your skin flawless â¨
Your the only one who gets to see him without makeup on. He trust you to see him in a more vulnerable state
Get ready to watch rom-coms and judge the shit fashion and actions of the main girl every Friday night
Yes you may be a (stunning) potato but God forbid anyone talk down to you. In his eyes youâre 1000x better than the other potatos so how dare someone talk shit about you. A couple rumors later and that persons image is ruined.
Heâs 50/50 with pda. On one hand it messed up his makeup if you kiss him and wrinkles his clothes big you hug him, so hell no, but on the other hand he loves to show you off. So maybe some hand holding and just being close to him.
Plans super romantic dates in cute Athstetic cafes and spas
You best fucking believe your outfits match! The amount of planning vil goâs through is honestly super cute.
Do his hair in pretty braids it makes him melt
Vils jealousy is routed in absolute bullshit and emotional Insucutiys. Vil doesnât get jealous often because how could you ever want to leave someone as beautiful as him so seeing you eye someone is fine as he knows heâs better, but seeing you be friendly with others? Hella jealous. He wonât admit it but heâs afraid youâll leave him for someone less self centered.
He gets jealous of rook, jade, and hella jealous of idia (witch pisses him off because idia is a emo shut in, but vil doesnât want another ghost bride Incident) this is because they are less self-centered but still attractive (even idia lmao but he wonât admit it. Ever.)
Malleus Draconia đ¤đđ¤
Legit thinks you are the cutest thing ajdjsiksd his cute little child of man
You donât know how his fae heart swoons when you invite him on dates or on little walks to class
If your awake and willing heâll invite you to come with him on midnight walks
His favorite dates are walks through the forest and cute picnics were you can talk away from prying eyes
He doesnât see why pda is considered bad, but also doesnât do much of it, its a human thing he doesnât understand, Heâll hold your hand and give you head kisses but if he goes to far please tell him. He wants to respect your boundaries
Imagine if you will, going on a midnight stroll with malleus through the woods, the moon is full and lights the woods, after a while, now deep in the woods, you and malleus just stand there and start to sway back and forth.
Eventually your softly dancing and falling sleepy, malleus kisses your head and leads you back to ramshackle, tucks you in, and then gos back to disomnia (might write that)
I pray for the poor bastard who is stupid brave enough to bullying or talk shit about the s/o of malleus draconia. Thatâll stop real quick, and oh boy if they decide to physically hurt you? Hahahaha donât.
He doesnât get jealous often but when he does itâs out of protectiveness and Insucutiys, he wants to protect you as you are his s/o and a small child of man, he also knows heâs typically a loner and is very intimidating, because of this he fears youâll leave for someone more extroverted and less intimidating
Heâs jealous of kalim, ruggie and ace as they extroverted and easily Aprochable
Leona kingscholar đ§ĄđŚđ§Ą
Lazy days and mid afternoon naps are his go-to dates
Get ready to have to drag him out of his room so that he can go to class
Will be grumpy with everyone but like is super soft with you
Brags about how he has a s/o, and how they are awesome
When he isnât sleeping, dates are simple and cute, likes taking you on walks around campus or watching movies with snuggles
He loves to watch you cook so he can 1) eat food 2) walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you
Letâs you put little braids in his hair and likes when you do it while he sleeps
Please let he sleep in your lap, please, he needs it.
Gives not a single fuck about pda. If heâs goona kiss you then other people can fuck off. Will hold your hand if you initiate it
Ok look, generally he doesnât give a fuck about things like drama and such so if someone talks shit itâs annoying but he doesnât do much, but, on the occasion that this âdramaâ Happens to be someone bullying or HURTING his s/o? They best prepare to get punched
His jealousy is rooted in protectiveness and possessiveness. Leona is slightly possessive of you, nothing serious or even close to yandere-ish, more of like âok but whhhyyyyy canât you nap with me all day your MY s/O and Iâm YOUR bf â And he also wants to protect you. Get more protective after the bolt thing.
Gets jealous of Jack, and his nephew
Kalim Al-asim đâđ
Your relationship is honestly so wholesome and sweet it gives jamil cavities
Surprisingly, heâs a lot more calm around you! Donât get me rong heâs still happy go lucky and hyper but he can also be soft and calm-ish
Dates are always spontaneous and super fun! His favorite dates are at amusement parks or partyâs!
Will enthusiastically drag you around to play games and have fun around the park!
Soft giggles and morning cuddles are absolutely precious
100% has you as his lock screen with hears ân such and itâs adorable because yours is the same but with him
He trusts you so much that he shares alot with you, like if heâs feeling sad or even a little jealous heâll tell you because he trusts you!
If someone is talking crap then heâll confront them about being rude but wonât get physical, heâll be protective and try to console you.
Doesnât really get jealous much but when he does itâs just him pouting that you arnt spending enough time with him.
He jets jealous ace and deuce because they spend a lot of time with you
Idia shroud đđđ
Precious shy goth boy is shy
Will be randomly thinking about you and he just loves you so much he combusts, literally. Heâll be thinking about you and then fwoom suddenly his hair is as red as his cheeks and the room is on fire
At first heâs super, super shy about physical affection and even a hand on his shoulder sets him on fire, After a while heâs still a shy boy and stutters but heâs more comfortable⌠And a absolute cuddle monster. He wants to have you sit in his lap while he games or programs, or just cuddle you and play on the switch
Dates are 98%in his room, watching cheesey horror movies and anime, if itâs not a cute inside date itâs taking orto to the park because your the only one who can get idia outside, or itâs cute little walks
When he has to go outside and he inevitably starts getting paranoid and panicked you calm him down, not completely but enough to be at least some what ok.
how can he do pda if heâs always inside? Jkjk , if he is outside itâs almost always with you. Heâs way to shy so almost no pda, I say almost because he still wants to be close to you as you make him less anxious. Heâll always lock pinkies
You know heâs panicking not only because he shakes slightly and looks terrified, but also because his large hands with completely engulfe yours
You the background of all his PC monitors
Hears people talk shit and the tips of his hair turns red, and if he finds out some one is actively bullying you heâs super angry and kinda blames himself because he knows how it feels (if he also isnât being bullied) but after that he straight up black mails them/ruins their lives. Gods forbid someone physically hurts you because he almost sets Ignyhide dorm on fire, if he ruind their lives before, oh boy are they goona get it. Might actually straight up almost beat someone to death before sulking and isolating for the next century.
Idia is very insecure and often sullks or gets grumpy when jealous. His jealousy is routed in insecurity. Heâs afraid youâll leave him for literally anything, heâs a naturally dark person and also a antisocial weeb, the shroud family are the long relatives of Hades and cursed with death and sadness to fallow close behind, you know this and heâs afraid youâll leave him.
Is jealous of Azul (a lot) kalim and Leona (hella lot)
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