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âTrespassing?â
Inspired by @missmungoeâs Moon and Her Maiden
#one piece#opfanart#fanart#red haired shanks#shanks x makino#akagami no shanks#makino#had this in my head for days#no go read it if you havenât#selkie#i know#I messed up the hands this time#sort of gave up đ
#but I really wanted to draw this part of the story#just ignore them
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So I went ahead and made the parody with Olive, so here's the lyrics changed to fit everyone's favorite veteran snarker!
I imagine this is Olive talking to Otto about everything that stresses her. (Hence "give it to your partner")
I'm calling this Under the Oddness, you'll see why
I'm your partner, I'm not nervous I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is Got the gadgets, squishinated Trustworthy, you can see how my face is...*beat* I don't ask about the cases Precincts don't have additional aces "Whatever's the problem", won't rest 'til I solve 'em I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded - but!
Under the surface, I feel stuck in a marathon runnin' forty-three full miles Under the surface, the Big O, was he ever like, "Yo, I don't want to take the files?" Under the surface, I know there's no freestyle if I don't pass the trials A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack That breaks the camel's back, what breaks the camel's back? It's-
Oddness that'll drip, drip, drip and'll never stop, whoa Oddness that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, your partner's wiser Make her every single agent's advisor Who am I if we can't score the go-o-oal? Can't control, the-
Oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness that'll a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, she's been here longer Always solving every oddity that crossed her Who am I if I can't carry it all? If I falter
Under the surface, I can't look back, but it jerks me, I worry the past is gonna hurt us Under the surface, the captain goes down, who's around to head without hassle? Under the surface, I think of the disasters, can we become forecasters? These things you've gotta face, the pieces out of place You try to stop the worsening, you're off in outer space
But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight of investigations Would that free some room up for fun, or relaxation, or taking time off? Just take your mind off of growing "oddstuff" Gets stranger, grows weirder 'Cause all we know is
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, it doesn't hurt, and See if she can handle every spiraling burden Trapped, lost in a game of chess, yet doesn't guess *boom* no distress
Just oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, but don't surrender Face all our problems by sticking together Who are we - the team to always progress Don't yield, no mess No distress, we fight oddness!
#odd squad#odd squad pbs kids#encanto#surface pressure#olive#agent olive#olive odd squad#okay first of all every single person who was involved in writing this song in any way deserves a medal#the rhyme scheme is so complicated and I don't even think I got it right đ
#you can tell where i gave up :p#anyway sort of proud of myself for finishing this#oh and happy new year!
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I seriously love getting to spend time with my niblings đ„°
#older brother came over with my three year old niece today#he's helping to fix up our house#she and I got to hang out for a while today and it was awesome#she used to be pretty shy and wary of me cause I wasn't around all that much at first (cause dialysis)#but now she's warming up and we played a bunch plus I did her hair#dad and I gave her some candy too đ
#I can't wait to hang out with her brothers too the oldest's birthday is coming up#personal#aunt life#aunt#family shenanigans#niblings#also I sort of explained my dialysis to her though Idk how much of it made sense
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Does this light blue-ish outfit on Yuna considered as dress? If yes, hopefully you can make something based on this, sorry for the back to back asks too authorđ
. Keep up the great work and take caređ
Sky Blue
(Shin Yuna X Male Reader)
Yuna is easy. In more ways than one. But one of them is definitely the one you thought of first. She is fun, easygoing, a sunshine. But whenever you even look at her the wrong way, Yuna is already on her knees, her mouth wide open.
You're not her her husband, or boyfriend, or even friend for that matter. And you doubt that Yuna sees anything in you. Well, except for your ability to make her scream.
That's why she is now standing in front of your apartment, wearing some sort of blue dress and white over knee boots. You don't know if she just finished performing or not. Itzy isn't your favorite girl group. And you don't follow Yuna. But you still see almost just as many stage outfits of hers than her fans.
"Are you going to let me stand here all night?"
Yuna can sometimes, on rare occasions, turn a little bratty. When she is needy and she can't get off immediately is one of them.
"Get in. You know where it is."
Yuna quickly steps inside and you close the door.
Five minutes later, Yuna is on your bed on all fours. She arches her back like she always does, slightly elevating her ass. She probably had safety shorts on during her performance, but they're already gone. Her skirt barely covers her ass.
Your cock is still wet from the blowjob she just gave you, but it won't be enough for what the two of you have in mind. The small bottle is almost empty, even before you start pouring the clear liquid onto your cock.
You kneel behind Yuna and push her skirt up. Her beautiful ass is right in front of you. You caress her cheeks, before letting some of the cold liquid drop between them. You catch it with your finger, right at her rear entrance. It slips inside, making Yuna let out a deep moan. Soon, a second finger joins. You finger her ass, making Yuna whine.
"Please, I need it. Please."
Yuna begs for you to fuck her. You align yourself with her entrance and push past the ring of muscles. You both groan in union as you both feel something different, but still the same. Pleasure washes through both of your bodies as you start to fuck Yuna's ass.
It has become much easier, compared to the first time. While her tight grip has stayed the same, her ability to let loose makes it so much better.
You take a fistful of her red hair, making her raise her head, which was hanging between her shoulders just moments ago.
"Please. Be as rough me with me as you want. I need it."
Yuna whines more the harder you fuck her. She can't get enough of your cock inside her ass. How she feels so full. How you stretch out her hole. How your length glides along her inner walls.
As you keep thrusting into her, the lube makes it easier to slide in and out. It was just a liquid at first, but you probably poured too much. Some of it is now sticking to Yuna's delicious cheeks and your hips. Whenever you move back, long silver strings connect the both of you. And when you push forward, it sounds wetter, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust.
"Fuck, Yuna. How are you still this tight?"
"It's just for you."
Yuna moans, her response leaving her mouth in small portions, interrupted by her lewd whines.
"I'm so tight only for your cock."
You start to lean over her and Yuna's upper body leans closer towards the bed. Eventually, her face is buried in your sheets. Her arms have moved to her side and you can see how her hands are holding onto her heels. Yuna's ass is at an even better angle than before.
Instead of thrusting forward, you're almost thrusting downward now. Her tight ass is just a hole for you to fuck. It feels like her whole body is made for sex. It's made to please you. And that's the only thing Yuna wants. She doesn't just get off by you fucking her ass. It's the fact that you use her ass like a cheap cumdump. That's what turns her on the most.
And you're about to fill her up again.
"Fuck, Yuna!"
Your hands have moved to her waist, but her moans are still muffled by your sheets. She can feel your cock throbbing inside of her. She can feel how you use all the power that's left inside of you, to ruin her ass. She can feel how your thrusts go deeper than before.
"Yes, breed my ass! Please!"
You climax, when Yuna begs you to cum inside. Your cum quickly fills up her asshole. It's warmth spreads through her body. Since she is in a downward position, she can feel how your seed flows deeper into her body.
"Stay like this."
After collecting yourself from this intense orgasm, you slowly pull out of her. You watch how Yuna's asshole opens and closes and opens again. Her body longs for your cock, even after you just filled her with your cum.
As always, Yuna lifts one of her hands and covers her ass, making sure her body isn't pushing anything of your precious cum out of her. You reach for your nightstand and pull out a butt plug. You have so many of them, since Yuna comes by so often. She either already wears them, or the two of you play around a little on days where you have more time.
But every single session ends like this. You take out one of the glass ones. It has pink sparkles on it, which reflect the light of your lamp. You usually like to go for something with writing on it, but Yuna took the last one home two days ago.
You kneel behind her once more and start to push the glass object inside her ass. Expect for an initial whimper, Yuna takes the butt plug with practiced ease.
Now your cum is secured. Deep inside her ass.
#ask#kpop#kpop smut#kpop girls#kpop gg#male reader#yuna itzy#itzy yuna#itzy smut#itzy#yuna smut#shin yuna#yuna
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Hello! Could you possibly write a Sol x gn reader where the reader calls Sol and tells him to come inside and cuddle with them because they've been tired mentally and emotionally and just want to be held? And that they actually know that he's been sneaking in their apartment but they don't really care and actually they find it a little cute
Also I'm sorry if this sounds awkward, I don't know how to words things properly đ
SOL X READER
Thank you so much for your request ^^ I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope I did an okay job
Fun fact, I'm actually working on making a Sol figure out of clay đȘ
Anyway, enjoy!!
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It was dark outside; nothing could be heard but the wind rustling through the leaves and the occasional hum of cars driving by. You felt tired, but no matter how hard you tried to fall asleep, nothing workedâthe stress consuming you whole.
You sat up on your bed, trying some breathing exercises you saw online to calm your racing mind, but to no success. Your mind was occupied with all sorts of things that caused you a great immense of stress and you couldn't help but feel emotionally drained as a result. Oh, to have someone hold you close right now. You let out a small whine as you rubbed your eyes. You glanced over at your phone charging on the bedside table, thinking to yourself. Sol, wouldn't mind if you called him, right? You picked up your phone and checked the time. Sol should be on his way right now. But waiting for him would be a bit awkward, you doubted that he'd even go near your window if he saw that you were still awake. You looked to your bedside table once more, where a glass of orange juice stood untouched, waiting for you to take a sip. You could just drink it and let the sleeping pills do their work, or at least that's what you think that he'd put in your drink to ensure you'd be sound asleep around the time he arrived for his nightly visits.
With a deep sigh, you decided to not drug yourself tonight. Maybe you could just give him a call. It wouldn't come off as weird, right? In all defence, he was the one breaking into your apartment every night. If anyone was weird then it was definitely him and not you for calling him at this ungodly hour. You tapped on his contact and raised your phone to your ear, calling him. No answer. Was he asleep? No way. He wouldn't be. You looked at your phone in disbelief and tried it again after a few seconds. You stood up from your bed and made your way toward the window when he finally picked up.
"H-Hello..?" He greeted you in a hushed tone.
You let out a chuckle.
"Are you serious?" You asked playfully.
"Huh?" Sol replied in complete confusion. "What do you mean...?" his tone shifted nervously, but before he could question further, you cut him off with a smug grin.
"Look up." Now looking down at him from your open window.
He froze and went completely silent, not daring to move a single muscle.
"W-whatâ"
You hung up and leaned further out the window.
"Why, hello there!" You called, winking unbeknownst to him.
He slowly raised his head to look at you and the look on his face was priceless. You gave him a knowing smile, waiting for him to say something. "I can explain...!" He stammered, raising his hands in defence.
"Can you now?" You settled your chin in your hand, your elbow propped up on your windowsill.
"I-I was... just going for a walk" You looked at him with a bored expression on your face
"Oh, really?"
"Yes." He nodded trying to look confident. He might've convinced you if it weren't for his all-black outfit and mask. With a sigh, you decided to end the senseless interrogation.
"Just come inside."
"What...?!" He exclaimed loudly in bewilderment.
"You... want me to come inside?"
"That's what I said, yes."
You walked away from your window and sat on your bed. It took Sol a few seconds to process what had just happened. He pinched his cheek to confirm he wasn't dreaming. Upon realising that it was, in fact, real, he quickly but carefully climbed to your apartment. As he slipped in through your window, making sure to close the window, he now stood before you, his face flushed crimson red. You let out a yawn and made yourself comfortable on your bed to which his breath slightly stutters."Can we cuddle?"
"What...?" he stammered, looking taken aback. "I said, can we cuddle?" You repeated, motioning for him to join you. He hesitated for a moment before muttering a quiet "Fuck it..." before walking toward you. He awkwardly tried to make himself comfortable next to you, keeping his arms close to himself, too nervous to touch you. His whole body tensed when you, without warning, wrapped your arms around him snuggling your head against his neck. Inhaling his scent, you let out a contented sigh. He lets you wrap your limbs around him, sensing that there's something wrong. He began to ease up in your embrace, wrapping his arms around you and began to gently stroke your head.
"Thank you..." You whispered quietly against his neck and he felt a shudder run down his spine. "No problem..." He whispered back, as a lovesick expression appeared on his face. Not paying him any mind you closed your eyes and slowly began to drift off to sleep in his his embrace.
#the kid at the back sol x reader#the kid at the back x reader#the kid at the back#tkatb sol#tkatb x reader#tkatb sol x reader#tkatb
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Dude since like you would continue writing poly moonwaterkiller. Idk if you okay with it, but do you mind writing poly moonwaterkiller x sick reader. I mean, we know barty is so fucking wild. Would love to see barty doing anything for reader to make her happy, but moonwater get stress cos "no barty! she shouldn't be outside rn! She's sick!" And Barty be like "but she looks happy out hereee!!!"
Something like that, thank you! And love you both
thanks so much for your request (and your patience in me writing this for you a few months later đ
). I knew I loved the idea; just needed to wait for the right moment to write it!!
poly!moonwaterkiller x sick!reader who Barty is taking very good care of thank you very much
CW: fem!reader is poorly, Barty calls Pandora peculiar [affectionately], disgusting amount of fluff
âDovey!â Remus exclaimed as he spotted you sitting on the stone floor of a small balcony on the side of Gryffindor tower. âWhat are you doing out here!?â
It had officially been about a week of this gods-awful flu that was wreaking havoc on your immune system (and more importantly, your lungs) to which Madame Pomfrey prescribed healing draughts, lots of water, and rest.
And this, Remus felt, was decidedly not rest.Â
He and Regulus rushed to crouch beside your hunched over form to see that your eyes were closed as you pointed your face towards the sky.Â
âHi boys.â You offered weakly, still never opening your eyes to greet them.
âAmour, what are you doing out here?â Regulus repeated, placing the back of his hand against your temple and grimacing at the heat radiating from it.Â
âGetting some sun.â You explained simply. âHavenât been outside in ages.â
And while Remus knew that to be technically true, he also knew there had been a reason for that.Â
âDovey, itâs barely spring and itâs far too cold for you to be out here; besides, itâs mostly cloudy.â He explained, wondering how in the hell you found the energy to move yourself from Remusâ bed all the way out here when you seemed completely incapable of even opening your eyes.Â
And where the hell was Junior!?
âExactly; mostly cloudy.â Bartyâs voice chimed in as he stepped out onto the balcony to join the three of them with a cup of tea in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other.
âJunior, what in Salazarâs name do you think youâre doing?â Regulus hissed at him as he placed the bowl on the ground in front of you.Â
âTaking care of our girl.â He hissed back at him before softening as he turned to look at you.Â
âHey Treasure, still doing okay?â He asked softly, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.Â
You hummed in acknowledgment.Â
âI brought some tea with lots of honey.â He explained as he placed the cup in your hands.
That, Remus noticed bitterly, enticed you to open your eyes.Â
âThank you.â You cooed, though the sentiment was sort of lost in the coughing fit that it elicited.Â
âJunior, itâs too cold outside; she needs to be in bed.â Remus sighed disappointedly.
Disappointed that he had to play the bad cop, and disappointed because this looked like a really nice way to spend the afternoon.Â
If you were tired of being sick, Remus was tired of watching you feel so poorly and not being able to do anything to fix it.Â
âI cannot believe you think me daft enough to leave her to the elements, Lupin.â Barty sneered as he resituated the blanket that had begun to slide off your shoulder. âShe has four layers on and a heating charm surrounding her, Evans had some muggle fever reducers that I gave her just before I went to the kitchens, and vitamin D is supposed to support healthy immune system function. So suck my dick; the both of you.â
âOkay.â Remus offered quickly at the same time Regulus let out a tiresome âBartyâ.Â
âYou feel better already, donât you baby?â He cooed as he sat beside you and pressed a kiss to your overly hot temple.
You hummed in the affirmative again.Â
âOkay, but where are her shoes?â Remus continued, noting the way you were sitting with your knees up to your chest and the soles of your feet pressed firmly into the stone beneath you.
Barty seemed to turn a bit bashful at that before quickly schooling his expression. âItâs quite simple, really. Pandora suggested that she ought to try grounding.â
Though his tone was haughty, he turned bashful again when he received no response from either of his boyfriends.
âSaid it would be good for herâŠchakras or her aura orâŠI donât know! Alright!? I donât know; but Salazarâs saggy balls, sheâs been so sick for so long and I just wanted her to feel better. So yeah, I listened to Peculiar Pandora, okay? Sue me.âÂ
Barty hardly had a moment to pout before Remus was wrestling the Slytherin into his lap as Regulus cooed at him.
âBartyâs going soft.â Regulus taunted lovingly.
âI will literally bite your fucking head off, Black; try me.â
âYouâre just soft for our girl, hm?â Remus purred into Bartyâs ear, relishing in the way the notoriously tense boy melted for him.
Barty made a harrumphing sound half way between reluctant admittance and a whine.Â
âBe nice to him.â You admonished quietly; opening one eye at Remus and Barty as you leaned into Regulusâ side who had moved to sit beside you in Bartyâs place.Â
âHe is being nice.â Regulus defended quickly.
âIâm always nice.â Remus added. âIâm alway nice to you, arenât I?â He continued as he looked down at Barty, currently curled up in his lap.Â
âYouâre mean.â Barty pouted.
âCome now.â
âHorrid.â
âYeah?â
âJust awful.â
Remus beamed down at the petulant boy before nuzzling his face into his neck.
âYou love it.â He accused.
Barty was quiet for a moment as he drew circles on the back of Remusâ hand. âMaybe.â
Remus was very thankful that Barty was such a clever person, because sitting out here with his three loves on this semi-lovely Scottish spring day felt an awful lot like Remusâ own little personal heaven.
#marauders era#marauders au#self insert#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#barty gate#bartyholics anonymous#moonwaterkiller#poly!moonwaterkiller#poly!moonwaterkiller x reader#poly!moonwaterkiller x you#regulus black#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#remus lupin#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x reader#barty crouch jr#barty crouch jr x reader#barty crouch jr x you#sick fic#fluff#moonwaterkiller fluff#poly!moonwaterkiller fic#poly!moonwaterkiller blurb#poly!moonwaterkiller ficlet#ellecdc fics
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So...I was wondering if you had a post on information concerning Ace's older brother? Purely for research purposes of course...đ
Ask, and you shall receive!
This is a compilation of all the canon information I could find on Aceâs older brother. He has yet to be named, so đ
errrr⊠I'll be referring to him as âAnippola" (as in âTrappola anikiâ) in this post.
Anippola is older than Ace by 7 years.
According to Ace, his brother was even more excited about Ace getting into NRC than their parents were.
Before Ace was accepted into NRC, his older brother would take him along with him to various places.
He is an alumnus of NRC and was previously in Heartslabyul dorm; this is why Ace is not surprised when he, too, is sorted into Heartslabyul.
Ace talks with his older brother over the phone. Sometimes they talk late into the night, which occasionally makes Ace late in the mornings.
He âbuilt up a whole repertoire of magic tricksâ from his days as a NRC student. Ace learned them by playing watching, memorizing, and then finally replicating those magic tricks, since Anippola refused to tell him how to do them. It is through these kinds of experiences that Ace has become quite adaptable.
He learned some sleight of hand tricks from their magicless father too.
Whenever the Trappola men are together, they will challenge each other to pull off various tricks.
Ace reports that his older brother told him "the most convincing lies are sprinkled with a dash of the truth". This implies that Ace may have learned how to lie so cleverly from Anippola, or at the very least was inspired by his advice.
Ace's brother bought a luxury watch with his first paycheck. He framed it as though it was Ace's birthday gift, but then revealed the item was actually for himself and gave Ace an empty box instead.
Anippola later apologized and gave Ace a box of candy, which annoyed his little brother (because Ace says he's not a little kid, of course he wouldn't be happy about receiving candy!)
Another time, Anippola purposefully snuffed out the candles on Ace's birthday cake. This resulted in a fight between the brothers.
From these stories, we can deduce that Anippola s a prankster.
He did his 4th year NRC internship at a theme park management company designing shows and attractions. (The dialogue could also be interpreted as generally working in the entertainment industry, not specifically for the theme park company.) Anippola currently works for that same place.
There is supposedly a picture of Ace's brother hung up in the hallway by the teacher's lounge. The photo is from when Anippola led the card solider parade for a Magical Shift/Spelldrive opening ceremony.
Ace says his brother is not the type to make sweets for him.
Anippola wasn't all too interested in dorm life.
He told Ace about various ways to kill time at his dorm.
Ace describes Anippola as someone who is light-hearted, casual, and easy to get along with.
Ace also admits that it can be advantageous to have an older brother, as they are an example to follow and could support him in that way. He specifically mentions school life and job hunting as examples.
#twst#twisted wonderland#Ace Trappola#twst resource#twisted wonderland resource#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#question#notes from the writing raven
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Falling Asleep on Them 2
SUMMARY: How would they react to you falling asleep on them?
CHARACTERS: Side Characters (Diavolo; Barbatos; Luke (platonic); Simeon & Solomon)
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points
WORD COUNT: An average of 290 words per character.
COMMENTS: Initially I was going to make this post theme just for the Demon Brothers, but I like to give all the characters the same rights, so I wrote this one. Just a little bullet points' list. But I hope you enjoy. âïž
âïž Falling Asleep on Them - Demon Brothers
CONTEXT: This takes place in the original time-line of Obey Me! One master to rule them all! So you were living with the Brothers in the House of Lamentation, but they asked you to go to the Castle/Purgatory Hall.
Except for Solomonâs part that takes place in the Nightbringer time-line because it's easier if you live with him. đ
Diavolo asked you to go to the Castle because he needed some information about the human world for his paperwork, or whatever plan he wanted to keep for a surprise.
He ended up entertaining himself talking to you to the point that it got late and he hadn't finished his work yet.
So you ended up giving in to his puppy dog eyes and helping him with the paperwork before Barbatos found out and got upset.
You two made it! And to thank you, he asked Barbatos to make your favourite tea and your cake to accompany it.
The tea made you even more sleepy and you ended up laying your head on the Diavolo's arm. He let you rest until he realized, by your slow breathing, that you had fallen asleep.
He couldn't help but smile, you were so cute. He asked Barbatos to inform the brothers that it was better for you to sleep in the castle that night.
But when Barbatos asked if he wanted him to take you to the guest bedroom, Diavolo said it wasn't necessary because he wanted to be the one to take you.
He took you to the bedroom carefully, but without worrying about it. He knew he could get you safely to bed.
He laid you on the bed as if you were more royalty than himself.
He enjoys the sight of you sleeping for a moment before kissing your forehead.
He wishes he could take you to his bed, which is the most comfortable in the castle, but of course he doesn't want to do that without your permission. So he leaves a note next to you saying that if you wanted, you would be more than welcome to sleep with him.
If you do, Barbatos will pretend he didn't see you, and Diavolo will wake up to your presence and welcome you with open arms.
Barbatos noticed that you have been tired. He's even seen you run your hand over the back of your neck and shoulders as if you had muscle pain.
So, one day, he invited you to the Demon Lord's Castle and offered to give you a massage. You deserved it after all your work.
Diavolo had gone to the human world with Lucifer, something to do with the Hotel Corvo. So, Barbatos was in the castle to serve only you. You couldn't feel more like royalty.
Needless to say, the massage Barbatos gave your shoulders and back, plus the relaxing environment he provided had you falling asleep in no time.
He chuckles. He knew perfectly well what he was doing. That's why he suggested massaging you on one of the guests' beds.
He covers you with a blanket ready for this very event, kisses you on the cheek, and leaves a note on the bedside table next to you, saying that if you need anything, whatever it may be, you can go to his room and enter at will.
If you wake up in the middle of the night and do this, Barbatos will ask you what you need, as if he was already ready to receive you and was just waiting.
If you say you'd like to sleep with him, he'll chuckle with a smile. And tell you: âOf course, master. This will even make it easier for me to meet your needs whenever.â and he will chuckle again when he sees your reaction to calling you master.
After another tiring day sorting out the brothers' messes, Luke invites you to dinner at Purgatory Hall. He made a new dessert and he really wanted you to try it.
After dinner, Simeon had to continue a certain writing work he was working on. And Solomon had a new magical experiment that he wanted to keep working on. So you stayed with Luke in the living room playing some board games for two.
Meanwhile, the cooking show that Luke liked to watch started. so you stopped the games and watched it together. As you were tired and wanted to rest your head a little, Luke insisted that you lie down on the sofa while he would be fine in the armchair.
You ended up falling asleep, and he only notices when he says something to you and you don't respond.
He goes silent and turns down the sound on the TV.
He saw that you were a little shrunken, so he went to his room, brought a blanket and covered you carefully.
He went to talk to Simeon to ask what to do, whether to let you sleep or wake you up.
Simeon suggested that they let you sleep for a while and that when you woke up, which might not take long, they asked if you wanted to sleep there. Luke's bed was really big and the two of you could pretend it was a little slumber party.
If you accept, Luke will ask, slightly embarrassed, if you would like to sleep with a sheep plushie he had. You know, to sleep better. Not that he does the same, of course.
After another tiring day sorting out the brothers' messes, Luke invites you to dinner at Purgatory Hall. He's been practicing making one of your favourite dishes from the human world that you said you miss.
Dinner was wonderful! Luke even made a special dessert for you. After it, Solomon had a new magical experiment that he wanted to keep working on, and Luke had to write a report for Michael before going to sleep.
Simeon says there was a movie he wanted to watch with you and he needed your help to play it on the computer.
Lying comfortably in his bed, snuggling together, watching a movie without much action while you're already tired from the day you've had, you end up falling asleep on Simeonâs pretty shoulder.
He realized you had fallen asleep when he felt your head slightly heavier on his shoulder. He chuckles. He moves to close the computer which makes you wake up a little.
âIf you are too tired, you can sleep here tonight.â He says in such a soft tone that it only makes you want to go back to sleep even more. âI can send a message to Lucifer to explain the situation. You looked very comfortable. And if you want to sleep alone, that's okay, my bed is yours. Ha ha.â
If you show that you want to sleep with him, he will smile, maybe make a little comment to himself about sins, and lay down next to you.
It wouldn't be unusual, when you live with Solomon in Cocytus Hall, for you to fall asleep on each other.
When it's you falling asleep on him, it would be very late at night. Either he would be teaching you something, or you would be helping him with some experiment.
You would be sitting next to him while he reviewed some papers. Being so sleepy and hearing him mumble sentences to himself, you end up falling asleep, laying your head on his shoulder.
In neither scenario would he be upset with you for not paying attention. He knows it's his fault, that he was demanding too much of you by robbing you of the hours of sleep you deserved. And he would feel a little bad about it.
He stops everything he was doing to focus only on you. He picks you up, being very careful not to wake you up, even if to do so he needs to cast a small, short-term spell until he can lay you down on the bed.
You were in his room, so he lays you down on his bed. It's all yours now.
He'll leave you sleeping while he goes back to work on his experiment. But before that, he kneels next to you, laying his head down to admire your sleeping face. How he wanted to drop everything to sleep with you right then and there. But he first needed to know if you wanted that too.
There's a good chance he'll take some pictures of you sleeping.
If you wake up in the middle of the night, you'll probably see Solomon sleeping at his desk.
If you get up to wake him up, he'll smile happy to see you before showing discomfort because his back hurts. But he would still be smiling at you anyway.
If you tell him that you would like him to sleep with you, he will be delighted! That's exactly what he most wanted to hear you say.
And he will return to bed with you, without being able to break his smile at any point, and pampering you until you fall asleep again in his arms.
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Hiiiiiâ€ïž I idk if this is a Drabble or a headcaon but here I go anywaysđ
. Hear some context So you donât think Iâm some weirdo. So in the 2017 movie called the babysitter and this character Allison got shot in the b00b and she âomg he shot me in the b00b what kind of dçk shots a girl in the b00bsâ (funny scene) so basically fem!reader with platonic!taskforce141. And there on a mission and suddenly they hear the same line on their coms and theyâre like đł
(feel free to ignore)
A/N: LMAO - I had to look up the scene for this as a reference. Just picturing Price's paternal disappointment when he realizes his team acts like a bunch of children. Sorry, this is rlly short!
Summary: Your attempt at comedic relief sets off a chain reaction of immaturity.
Warning(s): platonic!141, canon-typical mild injury, suggestive language, AFAB!Reader, no use of y/n
Word Count: 554
êŠê· MAIN MASTERLIST ê·êŠ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? â â đ Ë⧠âËÊ ao3 ver. | PART TWO
No Filter // 141 Drabble
Compared to some of the other operations youâd done with them, this was a piece of cake. A simple infiltrate and exfil mission where youâd be clearing house in one of Hassanâs safehousesâa mere breadcrumb leading to the man himself.
Price thought it would go smoothest if everyone split up, but to keep within shouting distance. It was only a small facility, after all.
Being ambushed? Shot? That was not something you saw in the cards for today.
Luckily, you got a bullet in him before he had a chance to do worse. But here you were, slumped against the wall with all the air knocked out of your lungs.
âHeard the shots, Sergeant. You broken?â
Captain Priceâs voice crackled through near instantly, the second he had pulled the trigger on you. Though it took a few seconds, you managed to recuperate, and asses the room in front of you. The man who shot you K.I.A, and you very fortunate.
You peered down at your chest; indeed not broken, but injured. The vest had absorbed the shot, causing a relieved sigh to escape your lips. Obviously, if you really had a bullet in your chest, you wouldnât just be sitting thereâbut the adrenaline of escaping death eliminated any rationality.
You unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, seeing a welt on your breast as if the man had his gaze set on them when he pulled the trigger. Still, with your hand on the button of your radio, you finally gave some sort of answer.
âBastard shot me in the boobs.â It was a mumble, but there was no way in hell they didnât hear that.
As you winced, you seemed to forget that the entire team was on the other lineâprobably way more concerned with your life than the health of your tits. âWhat kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?â You asked rhetorically, despite the astonished silence on the other line.
âYou were shot in yourâŠ?â Gaz was the first to speak up, his tone practically painting the picture of his signature squint.
Before the next voice chimed in, you could swear you heard whoever it was stifling a laugh. âThanks for that.â Soap chimed in, accent crackling against the static. His smirk was visible even if his words; the natural flirt in him coming out no matter what.
Ghost had remained silent, probably muting his comms so he didnât have to listen to this. And Price? Oh, Price⊠Heâs got his head in his hands with pure disappointment. How did this status update turn so unprofessional, so quickly?
âWait, let me get this straight,â Soap comes in again, a smug sneer on his face. âHe shot you on theââ
âKeep it tactical, Sergeant.â Price blurts, interrupting the immature banter daring to be further set in motion. He was fighting every urge to crack a smile at the pure ridiculousness, but his poker face and stern tone prevented it.
âTactical or not, John, itâs a tough break.â Laswell comes in, your only saving grace against Priceâs father-like disappointment. She was the last superior of yours youâd expected to find it humorous, but she did, nonetheless.
This would definitely be the source material for the next HR meeting, you could see it now.
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Apologies, first time asking for anything. But what about usually touch avoidant Alastor being intrigued by reader and he begins touching them more and more often that others begin noticing. When called out, he starts doing it more privately but maybe more intimately� (Just to figure out how he feels about it of course).
Can end however youâd like but I just thought itâd be funny to have confused Alastor and flustered reader. đ
*little snippet of the idea*
âWell arenât you pretty as a picture?â He asked lowly. You rolled your head to the side allowing his clawed fingers to reach further. You moaned lightly as his claws scrapped against your scalp, a small line of drool falling from your lips as he continued his slow intoxicating scratches.
âOh, now that isnât a sound I wouldâve expected to hear from this.â He says chuckling.
You buried your face in his thigh, turning to your growing blush as well as release more of your hair so he could move to another part as he continued his lazy caresses.
âI wouldâve expected this more from Husker. But you, you are desperate for some affection arenât you?â He crooned before his fingers wound on your hair and gave a gentle tug.
You felt your eyes water slightly and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you fought back another low sound. That simple action had changed the simple pleasure to one of a muchâŠ.darker more interesting one in you and you felt the stirrings of excitement begin to look in your stomach.
âAlastor.â You whimper softly, your eyes closed.
The hand holding your hair opens quickly and you slump down slightly as he released you unexpectedly until you tilt your face up to catch his eyes confused. His smile was seemingly frozen in place as his expression seemed mildly confused.
You blushed realizing what had happened and moved to push yourself off his lap. âI-Im sorry. I shouldnât have-â you begin saying before his hand moves to between your shoulder blades and he pushes you down firmly to keep your head in his lap.
âHush.â He says harshly. His grin more of a snarl now. âI did not say anything to indicate I was done. I was merelyâŠ.caught off guard.â He said, his tone softening as he spoke. His fingers returned to your head as he resumes slowly carding his claws through the locks gently. His ministrations entrancing as he intermittently scratched, rubbed, or pulled lightly at the strands. âSuch a curious little creature.â He murmured as his claws trailed towards your ear. âSo easily controlledâŠfar too trusting.â He says as he catches the hair behind your ear in his grip pulling at it gently causing you to gasp.
His grip tightens before he pulls you up to look at him. âYouâd allow me to do whatever I pleased to you, wouldnât you?â He asked lowly, the static overlay on his voice thick. You nodded quickly, tears pricking your eyes at the painful grip in your hair.
But his responding smile eased you slightly before he relaxed his grip allowing you to return to his lap.
âGood girl.â
HELLO ANON FIRST I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT THE SNIPPET WAS BEAUTIFUL I SCREAMED WHEN I READ IT đ
Next: I hope this fits what you were looking for!! I decided to keep it mostly fluffy with some suggestiveness đđ«¶
When Alastor first meets you he doesnât seem to know what to think of you- another cat demon roaming the streets of Hell that has found its way to the Hotel to join the Princessâ cause, surely. He eyes you similarly to how one might keep a cautious eye on a new pet- just sort of waiting to see what you would do. You watch him watch you across rooms and lobbies, keeping his distance, never getting too close.
Until one day when youâre making tea in the kitchen and he drops a hand on your head, trailing his claws lightly across your scalp like heâs petting you. You drop your cup in shock, and it shatters on the floor as you whirl around, the light dusting of fur lining your arms on end, teeth bared. You force yourself to calm down when you notice its just him, and when you ask him what he was doing he replies, âoh, just sating my curiosity! You looked so fluffy, I simply couldnât resist.â
But he does it again. And again. Just tiny touches here and there, a hand brushed against your ears, a finger stroking down your tail- you think once you might have imagined that he pushed the pads on the paws of your feet while you slept on a lobby couch. He always sites intrigue as his reasoning for touching you, like heâs testing the waters for⊠something. He doesnât deign to tell you what, of course, just emits his staticky little hum after every instance and goes about his day, unaware of the hammering of your heart, the instinctive desire to lean further into his touch. He does it everywhere, almost every day, and despite there almost always being other people in the room no one ever says anything about it.
Then Angel catches you.Â
Well, catches isnât the right word- you werenât doing anything wrong, or scandalous. But when Alastor drifts his hand over your head at the bar one night, a soft scratch behind your ears that makes you smile dreamily, the spider whistles high and loud. âDamn, Smiles, I thought ya didnât like physical contact! Scratchinâ kitten here behind her ears, this is downright pornographic for you!â
Alastor stiffened at the words, a short burst of static screeching through the air before he vanished, dipping into shadows without another word. Your heart sank and you shot Angel a glare before letting Husk serve you something sweet and tasty that makes your cheeks heat and your limbs loose and tingly.Â
You ran into Alastor on your way back to your room, and when you lowered your head and made to sneak past him he dropped his hand on your head and scratched behind your ears again, this time placing a hand on your arm to guide you to lean against the wall while he did so. âPerhaps it would be best,â he says lowly, eyes lidded looking down at you, âif we kept this to move private instances, hm? I find that my curiosity is not yet sated, but I donât relish the idea of others making comments on what should be kept between us. What do you think?â
You would have agreed to anything to keep his claws rubbing at that sweet spot behind your ears, but all you could do was nod, soft enough that his hand isnât dislodged. âLovely,â he murmurs, and rubs the thin skin of your ear between two of his fingers. You canât stop the rumble of your chest as you purr a little at that, and his amused chuckle makes your face heat. âLetâs get you to bed, darling.â He leads you to your bedroom door and drops a kiss on the back of your hand before he fades into the shadows again.
And then he doesnât touch you at all.
For two weeks.
No hands that brush against your skin or through your fur or across your tail. He sits away from you whenever he can, and when you do manage to snag a seat next to him on occasion he claims he has elsewhere to be and disappears, leaving you upset and twitchy every time. You hadnât realized how much you had come to enjoy those touches from him, even if he was just doing it to see how he felt about it. You had never noticed him touching anyone else- it had made you feel a little like you were special. But he was avoiding you now, his hands a safe distance away like he was with everybody else.Â
You lament about it to Husk at the bar one night, a couple drinks in- thinking that, as a cat, he might relate to the touch-starved feeling you were experiencing- before he finally cuts you off and shoos you away, complaining that âI donât need tâbe hearinâ that shit, go bitch to him about it.â You take his advice and slowly make your way up the stairs, only getting lost in the halls twice before you remember where Alastorâs room is and knock lightly on the door.Â
It takes him so long to answer you almost leave, tail swishing dejectedly on the floor until the door opens and Alastorâs ears perk up at the sight of you. âHello, dear! What brings you my way so late this evening?â
âOh, I was just⊠I donât know really, Iâm-â You cut yourself off, looking down at the floor in sudden, burning shame, ears flattening on your head. âThis was stupid, Iâm gonna go.âÂ
Youâre halted in your turn to leave by a claw-tipped finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his. âAhh, I believe I see the issue. Come in, darling, weâll discuss it.â He takes your hand and leads you into his room, his shadow flicking the door closed behind you.
Alastor settles into his chair by the fire and gestures to the one across from him for you to sit in, eyebrows raising in amusement when, instead of following his gesture you drop to your knees, a whimper escaping as you hit the ground painfully and lean towards him to rest your forehead on his knee. âI see,â he murmurs, and lets his hand brush over your ears, making them twitch. âHeavens, we canât have this, now, can we? Allow me to rectify the situation for you, dear.â He rubs gently at one of your ears, humming to himself when you tip your head to the side to grant him better access. âI hadnât realized you felt so neglected- my apologies.â
âItâs fine,â you mutter into the fabric of his slacks. âI didnât mean tâ- ohhh.â Your words devolve into a soft moan when he scrapes his nails against the base of your ears, mouth falling open at the feeling of bliss that it generates.
âArenât you just lovely?â He asks, and you can hear the chuckle in his voice. âWho could have guessed a little isolation would put you in such a state- youâre just desperate for some affection, arenât you?â
âDonât tease me,â you whisper, eyes clenched shut so you canât see the expression on his face- one of ridicule, surely. Perhaps this was what he had been curious about- how long it would take before you made a fool of yourself in craving his touch when it was denied after having it freely given for so long.Â
 âTease you? I would never.â He wraps a strand of your hair around his finger and pulls, gently but enough that your head comes up from his lap, tilting your face in his direction so he can look at you. Eyes still closed, they water at the tension, the faint ache of it pulling at something deep in the pit of your abdomen, twisting the pleasure from something soft into a dangerous, carnal thing.
âA-Alastor,â you whimper softly, hands coming up from where theyâve been pressed into the floor to grip at the fabric of his slacks, wrap around his calf with a gentle grasp. His hand releases immediately, your hair slipping through the fingers and making your head fall limp for a moment before you catch yourself. When you look up at him his smile is tense, brows cocked in a way that implies heâs confused about something and you realize your mistake- you take your hands off him immediately, starting to pull your body away from his. âGod Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have-â
Alastor reaches for you again, cups your cheek in one hand and brings his other over to twist back into your hair, gently guiding you back down to put your head back in his lap. âNonsense,â he says, his tone a little rougher now before he clears his throat and looks down at you, something reminiscent of fondness tinting his expression. âI reacted in a manner I didnât expect- you did nothing wrong.â He lets his clawed fingers card softly through your hairs, scratching and rubbing against your scalp in the most delightful way, making you shiver against him. The hand cupping your cheek brushes a thumb against your face and you lean into it. âSo responsive. So trusting.â His voice lowers again, his grip in your hair tightening a fraction before he eases the pressure, resumes his soft stroking of you. âI think I could do just about anything right now and youâd be pleased as punch to allow me, wouldnât you, dearest?â
âYes,â you mumble, only half listening to what heâs saying as he continues to touch you, caressing your head and ears and neck with the soft brushes of his fingers and claws. It's lovely, the way that you feel right now- weightless, carefree, taken care of. Why had he stopped for so long? What had you done wrong? âPlease,â you say, not really sure what youâre asking for, but ready to beg if needed.
âAh, good girl,â he says with a soft smile. âWeâll save all that for another evening, hmm? I think you need some sleep for the time being- join me up here, darling.â He uses his hand on your head to guide you up from the floor, standing from the armchair as you do and releasing your hair to slide his arms under your legs and back, lifting you in his embrace. He deposits you onto his sheets, pulling the covers over you. âWeâll talk in the morning- rest well.âÂ
When he moves to step away your hand darts out to grab his wrist- a weak gesture, but enough to halt him in place. âPlease stay,â you ask him, not willing to let the touch go quite yet after having been denied for so long.Â
âI suppose if you insist.â Alastor huffs a sigh but acquiesces, a tendril of shadow reaching across the room to drag his armchair closer to the bed. He takes a seat and resumes his gentle stroking of your ears, occasionally letting his hand run down to brush over your shoulders and the end of your tail where itâs flicking out from under the covers. âNow sleep, dear- sweet dreams.âÂ
You drift off to the soft sensation of his hands on you, Alastorâs staticky hum lulling you into an easy sleep.
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donnie had. SO. much concept art lol. i really enjoyed the whole design process though. his base design is very difficult to work with because of the battleshell, but it gave me a lot of chances to get creative and i'm happy with the results :)
(also as a disclaimer so i don't get asked about this: i don't have motivation to finish raph or the wish art for donnie, so i'm just posting what i've got)
i didn't annotate these as much since there'd be a lot to write, but i'll write out some of my thought processes and go into some detail about his final design below the cut if you're interested! (it's long. i'm talkative đ)
1st row - first iteration; much more literal 1:1 translation of his design into a fantasy setting. very steampunk-y. ended up completely scrapping it because, simply put, he looked more like an npc than a playable character. obviously, several features did still carry over throughout the design process :3 also wanted to imagine his attack pattern cuz i thought it'd be fun to incorporate his spider arms.
this was actually the first design of any of them i'd come up with! i've definitely learned a lot about genshin's character design style since then and i think it shows đ
2nd row - playing around with the idea of a floating battleshell (rather than a backpack-like one in the the show & first version), inspired by nahida's cape. also hard light constructs/attachments. was leaning too into the sci-fi and rectangular motifs with the design, but i liked the idea.
3rd/4rth rows - concepts for his final outfit and shell designs (the colored/more-detailed pics are the more finalized ones). took a lot of inspiration from sumeru this time around. it's a lot sharper, shinier, and less rectangular than his og aesthetic, but i think it's more in-line with genshin's design philosophies.
5th row - not entirely sure why i went through all the trouble of making a 3d model for this. i mostly just thought it'd be fun and good for reference. i was right, but i don't know what to do with it now lol. can't be bothered to be a perfectionist about it though, so don't look too closely at it đ
6th row - incomplete thumbnails of his burst/wish art. not super sold on that "wing" design in particular, but i do like the idea of his shell splitting and deploying hard light weapons/rocket launchers/etc sort of like in canon.
battleshell/misc notes - i'm thinking his battleshell is controlled using the pink sensor on the back of his coat, possibly in combination with his headset. it floats behind him by default and is sturdy enough to protect his back, but he can also freely fly it around like a drone if he wants. the holes on the side are mainly for the spider arms and the banners(?) and handles(?) with the blue/pink gradient are made of hard light and only appear when the shell is in use.
i imagine like in the series, his tech here isn't necessarily very reliant on his vision/powers; much of it he likely made himself long before he received a vision and he just uses his vision to enhance it.
his burst is a barrage of missiles from his shell that lock onto an enemy and deal a large burst of electro damage in an AOE. not sure if i want his skill to be a deployable or some sort of electro-infusion/boost đ€ maybe something that involves deploying his shell to boost his damage while leaving him vulnerable, like a glass canon? though i'm not sure he'd be that sort of risk-taker... đ
dunno! his signature weapon would totally be his tech bo though.
that's about all i can think of. thanks for reading!
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meet cute | choi yeonjun
pairing non-idol!yeonjun x gn!reader
wc 4.6k
genre strangers to lovers, fluff, lowkey crack
summary you meet your best friendâs roommate in the most bizarre borderline violating way possible.
warnings crack kinda wack, swearing, mentioned/implied nudity, yeonjunâs an embarrassing mess, suggestive joke at the end oop
notes this has been a wip for a few months now i thought it would be a funny little one shot to write.. i had too much fun writing it i fear pls enjoy đ
most couples have what they call a meet-cute. in other words, a cute or unique situation in which they met. sometimes theyâre quirky and awkward. and the way you and yeonjun met was definitely⊠something of the sort.
âi feel sticky,â you whined to your friend beomgyu. it was a hot day. there were barely any clouds to spare some shade and the sun seemed to have chosen to beam down especially hard on you. you tried your best to dress appropriately but even if you were naked there would have been no escape from the intensity of this heat.
beomgyu rolled over to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, squinting as he looked up at you sitting up and soaked in sweat. he grimaced, âew. you look disgusting.â
you shoved his shoulder, causing him to fall flat on his back, inciting a cackle from him. the two of you had been friends for a little over six months. and in these six months, he quickly became your bestest most trusted friend.
the day you met, you had just finished settling into your new apartment and decided it was finally time to explore your new city. but, you failed to take into account your terrible navigation skills. you ended up in a random pc bang after trying to look for somewhere to regroup before trying again to find that restaurant you heard such good things about. you must have looked lost enough because a random boy sat beside you, peering over your shoulder to look at the way your thumbs twiddled on the naver map.
âyou know,â the boy started, startling you. you jumped back, scooting away from him and staring at him with wide eyes. âif you want to find the soshi bar, you should try spelling it right.â
he looked at you innocently, sipping his cola. you furrowed your brows before looking back down at your phone, immediately noticing your spelling mistake. you shrunk in embarrassment as you corrected it before thanking him quietly.
âyou must be new to the area. are you a tourist?â the boy asked.
âuhm, no. i just moved here a few days ago,â you answered hesitantly.
he smiled brightly, extending his hand out for you to take. âwow, welcome to the city! iâm beomgyu!â
you gave him a friendly smile before taking his hand and introducing yourself back.
you couldâve just left and forgotten him. but, considering you had no friends in the city, you took him up on his offer to show you around. and what ended up blossoming from that chance interaction was a friendship youâd both treasure for years to come.
âwanna go back to my place and wait for the sun to go down a bit before going back home?â beomgyu offered, getting himself up off the grass and dusting his clothes off.
you nodded, holding your hands out, asking him to help you up to your feet. he grabbed your hands and pulled you up with more force than necessary, causing you to stumble as you tried to catch your balance. if there was one thing beomgyu was good at, it was teasing you as if he were your little brother.
his apartment wasnât very far from the park you two decided to take a break in after shopping together all morning. the walk felt like an eternity though. you could feel the sweat beads pouring down from your forehead and temples, finding their way down your neck to the collar of your tank top. you felt disgusting.
you came upon beomgyuâs complex and were immediately met with a smack of ac. the sensation was so satisfying you let out a contented sigh. but, your sweat began matting, making you feel even stickier than before.
âbeomgyu,â you exasperated as you watched him punch in his door code. âis there any way i can shower here? i donât think i can stand being this gross any longer.â
beomgyu shrugged, opening his door and letting you in. âsure, i donât mind. iâll get you a towel.â
it wasnât your first time at beomgyuâs place. youâve actually been over quite a few times. but, despite this, youâve never met his roommateâyeonjun. beomgyu has told you about him a couple of times saying he was more like an older brother than a roommate. he always says how he wants to introduce you two since youâre both important people to him. but, yeonjun seemed to always be at work. according to beomgyu, he worked at a dance studio as an instructor. he was usually there all day. with the way beomgyu spoke so highly of him, you were sure you would like him and get along well. whenever it would be to finally meet this elusive boy.
beomgyu walked you to their linen closet, grabbing a fresh towel for you to use. âyou can just use my products,â he offered as he motioned to the bathroom door.
you thanked him and walked into the bathroom, taking note of the blue basket of shower products labeled âbeomgyuâ. you smiled to yourself as you saw the rose and peony-scented soaps he had. no wonder he smelled so nice, you thought to yourself.
while you got yourself situated, beomgyu went back to his room, deciding to kill some time by playing some video games while he waited for his turn to shower. he sat at his pc and put on his headset, settling into his noise-canceling gaming world.
it felt so good to be out of your gross sweat-drenched clothes and under the clean running water. thank your luck you bought clothes you could get away with wearing until you got home. and thank the heavens you had a friend like beomgyu.
unbeknownst to anyone involved, however, this should-have-been refreshing shower was about to turn into the single most embarrassing and honestly violating moment of your life.
yeonjun was sloppily running up the stairs to his shared apartment with beomgyu. he really had to use the bathroom.
the ac unit at the dance studio stopped working, so they had to close down for the rest of the day much to yeonjunâs disappointment. he was already out of the subway when the urge hit him. he really had to piss. thank god he was just a few minutes away from his apartment.
he inputted the door code and rushed inside, not bothering to check if beomgyu was home. but, he assumed he was upon walking up to the bathroom and hearing the shower running. normal people would stay out of the bathroom when itâs already occupied, but beomgyu and yeonjun only had one bathroom. they had the agreement that it was okay for each other to walk in when needed if either one was showering or brushing their teeth. the only exception was if someone had to take a number two. that could wait until the bathroom was vacant and free of victims. but, yeonjun just had to pee, so it was fine.
the door was locked, which was unusual considering their agreement and should have raised some flags. but yeonjun just shrugged, easily unlocking it with a swift turn of the exterior locking mechanism with his thumbnail. when he swung the door open, he was met with an ear-bursting scream.
you were rinsing beomgyuâs apple-scented shampoo out of your hair when you began hearing noises outside the door. first, it was the sound of the front door opening and closing. then, it was hurried footsteps coming toward the bathroom. finally, it was the sound of the doorknob unlocking and turning. you peered around the curtain when the door swung open, eyes meeting with the man who had his hand on the knob and the color drained from his face. you screamed, clenching the curtain to hide what you could of your naked body.
âget OUT!â
yeonjun froze in place for a few seconds, trying to process what was happening. he stumbled with the door, forcefully slamming it shut. he turned around and leaned his back against the door, eyes still wide and mouth agape. what the fuck.
âwhat the hell is going on?!â beomgyu exclaimed, running out of his room and to the scene of the crime.
his face fell when he saw yeonjun against the bathroom door clenching his chest and face bright red. the shower stopped running and he could hear you fumbling around. when the puzzle pieces began coming together, beomgyu turned to yeonjun and glared.
âyeonjun, you perv!â he accused.
yeonjun shook his head furiously, taking awkward steps towards beomgyu. he moved his mouth but no words were coming out. of the thousands of thoughts running through his mind at this very moment, all he could say were splutters of sounds and exasperated breaths.
the bathroom door slowly came open, revealing you with the towel wrapped firmly around your figure and your clothes gripped in your arms. beomgyu looked in your direction, eyes sorry. but, yeonjun turned his back, not wanting to make you more violated than you probably already felt. you hurried to beomgyuâs room to change into some of the clothes you bought and get yourself out of this situation as quickly as you possibly could.
beomgyu turned back to yeonjun, crossing his arms and scowling. âmind explaining what you were doing walking in on yn showering?â
yeonjunâs eyes widened again. yn? as in the new friend beomgyu had been gushing to him about for months? the friend he swore up and down yeonjun would probably get along with really well.
âi thought it was you!â yeonjun finally managed to spat.
âyou didnât notice the smaller shoes by the entrance?!â beomgyu pointed.
âi had to piss, gyu! all i had on my mind was getting to the toilet in time!â yeonjun threw his hands up to his hair, clenching a fist full in each and letting out an embarrassed whine. âwhy didnât you text me about bringing your friend over?!â
âhow was i supposed to know you were leaving the studio early!?â
as the two continued to argue, you paced in beomgyuâs room and bit at your thumb. so, thatâs yeonjun.
this wasnât exactly how any of you planned to introduce yourselves. youâre just grateful the shower curtain saved you from exposing anything to him. still, it was humiliating and terrifying to be walked in on while in such a vulnerable position.
âyn? are you decent?â you heard beomgyu through the door. you cleared your throat, trying to collect yourself before answering with a yes.
the door opened cautiously, beomgyu slowly peering inside and walking in. he looked at you with an apologetic face, opening his arms for you to find comfort in his embrace. you smiled, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders. he rubbed your back, apologizing you were put in such an unfortunate situation.
âiâm okay, beom. i donât think he saw anything. besides, it was a misunderstanding,â you reassured. you werenât mad. it was just startling. and, you were certain yeonjun didnât have any malicious intent when he barged in on you naked in the shower. as odd as that sounds to say.
you and beomgyu walked out of his room and met with yeonjun who was sprawled on the couch face down.
âhey, pervert,â beomgyu whistled, knocking on yeonjunâs head to prompt him to get up.
âiâm not a pervert!â yeonjun cried, lifting his head. when he looked up, his eyes met with you smiling down at him trying to stifle a laugh after seeing him so sulky. he gasped, falling off the couch in an attempt to get up. the thud caused you and beomgyu to erupt into laughter, watching the taller and older boy try to collect himself.
yeonjun stood up, shoulders stiff as he held his breath. he tried his best to avoid looking at you too long, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead. he was afraid if he looked at you heâd start imagining you the way you looked in the shower. the mere thought of that made his face flush a bright red again.
âyeonjun.. is it?â you asked, walking towards him little by little. he nodded, still insisting on looking everywhere but at you.
âiâm not upset at you for walking in on me anymore,â you comforted. âit was an honest mistake.â
your tone was so reassuring and gentle. he expected you to give him a piece of your mind (and he wouldnât have been mad about it). he thought he deserved to get yelled at, but you were so understanding and kind. it made him relax a little. yeonjun released his breath, warily turning his attention to you.
once his gaze landed on you, he felt like he was knocked off his feet. his mouth fell slightly agape, face heating up as he admired the beautiful smile painted over your plush lips. your eyes were so kind, giving him a sense of relief.
âi hope i didnât scar you back there,â you giggled lightheartedly, trying to brighten his mood.
he shook his head, eyes wide and still glued to your face. âno way! youâre gorgeous!â
the moment those words spilled out of his mouth his hand jolted up and slapped over his lips. you were taken aback but immediately fell into a fit of giggles. beomgyu joined you in laughter, absolutely amused by how clumsily yeonjun was behaving. heâs never seen him so flustered.
âi am so sorry,â yeonjun said, shoulders stiffening again. âi swear i didnât see anything! i donât know why i said that.â
you shook your head. âno need to apologize! if it makes you feel any better, i think youâre pretty cute yourself.â
none of this was making him feel better.
yeonjun was so embarrassed and hearing you call him âcuteâ just made him want to crawl into a hole. just when he thought his day couldnât get any worse, he practically violated his roommateâs new friend. and, to make that even worse, you seemed to be having fun teasing him about it.
âiâm gonna go now,â he quickly excused himself and ran to lock himself in his room.
you and beomgyu could hear him cursing himself and whining as soon as he closed the door. it was amusing, youâll admit. but, it also made you feel bad for teasing him. he was clearly full of guilt and incredibly apologetic for the incident. beomgyu hadnât given him a heads up that there was a guest and he obviously was experiencing a bathroom emergency. you understood him and decided to give him a pass this one time, especially because there was no real harm done besides startling you. as quickly as he intruded he left.
yeonjun didnât dare step foot outside that room until he was sure you were gone. he paced around, debating whether six hours was long enough of a wait before attempting to crack open his door and check if the coast was clear. he walked up to his door carefully, pressing his ear against it, and held his breath, trying to hear if there were any signs of life besides beomgyu. not a single peep. he opened his door slowly, trying not to catch anyoneâs attention in case you were still there.
just when he thought he was safe to come out, beomgyu jumped out from the blindspot of his door. yeonjun let out a scream, hands jolting up to his chest and clutching his shirt. beomgyu began laughing, taking enjoyment out of scaring the easily startled yeonjun.
âbeomgyu, what the hell!?â yeonjun yelled, his fear quickly replaced with aggravation.
âsorry, itâs just too easy,â beomgyu teased, trying to suppress his laughter.
âdid yn leave?â yeonjun asked, relaxing his arms.
âthey left hours ago,â beomgyu informed.
âwhy didnât you tell me!?â
âi wanted to see how long youâd keep yourself locked up,â beomgyu shrugged, walking back toward the kitchen.
yeonjun followed him, annoyed but relieved. he took a seat at their dinner table, finally able to relax a little bit and eat something. he didnât know how much longer he could go listening to his stomach growl. beomgyu rustled around their cabinets and fridge, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.
âwe need to do some grocery shopping,â beomgyu announced, shutting the fridge and grabbing his phone out of his back pocket. âwanna order takeout tonight?â
yeonjun nodded in agreement. beomgyu took a seat across from him at the table as he placed an order for their favorite restaurant through an app. yeonjunâs leg bounced as he watched beomgyu place the order, hands clasped together over his chin. the silence between them was making him think and he needed answers before his thoughts ate him alive.
âis yn really okay after what happened?!â he blurted, face twisting into displeasure.
he just couldnât shake it off. no matter what you said earlier, he felt like he had to do something to make it up to you. it didnât feel right having you forgive him so easily.
âyeah, they said no harm no foul,â beomgyu replied, eyes never leaving his screen.
yeonjun shook his head. he couldnât accept it. âbut, i say yes harm yes foul!â
beomgyu paused his tapping and looked up from his phone with an amused smile on his face. he raised an eyebrow upon seeing how guilt-ridden yeonjun still was. beomgyu admitted it was kind of a messed up situation, but you insisted that everything was okay.
âwhat do you want to do then? make it up to them somehow?â beomgyu asked.
âi have to,â yeonjun pleaded. âitâs eating me alive how humiliating that was, gyu.â
beomgyu sighed, tapping a couple more times on his phone before shutting it off and putting it face down on the table. he straightened up, folding his arms over the table, and gave yeonjun his undivided attention.
âokay,â he started. âwhat do you want to do?â
Ë àŒâĄ âïœĄË
it was a ridiculous idea, but beomgyu would be lying if he said he didnât want to see yeonjun go through with it. he thought it was a bit extreme, but yeonjun insisted that it was the only way to match up with the situation he accidentally put you in. it made him wonder why yeonjun was putting in this much effort, but the look on yeonjunâs face when he saw you walking up to them gave him the clearest answer.
beomgyu had texted you asking you to meet them at the park by his apartment. something about yeonjun had gone nuts and you needed to be there or else his feelings would never recover. it was weird and cryptic, but it was beomgyu, so you didnât question it. though, that didnât stop your confusion as you spotted the two standing and anxiously looking around. as soon as yeonjun spotted you, he smiled brightly and began taking deep breaths to prepare himself.
âhey, guys? whatâs going on?â you asked, eyebrows furrowed as you got a better look at yeonjunâs attire.
beomgyu pointed at yeonjun, a smirk on his face knowing what was about to happen next.
yeonjun sighed, âi had to make it up to you somehow for what happened. and this is what i came up with.â
suddenly, yeonjun removed his sweater and sweatpants, revealing himself wearing a rather small pair of brightly colored swim trunks. your hand slapped over your mouth, watching as he rushed to the center of the walkway where buskers usually set up. he yelled trying to grab everyoneâs attention, and once he got it, he pointed at beomgyu as a cue. beomgyu had his phone in hand and a small portable speaker in the other. as soon as he got the cue, he pressed play on his phone and music began playing through the speaker.
park patrons watched in amusement, some laughing and others rather appalled at yeonjunâs act. he was dancing and singing to âhappinessâ by h.o.t, and rather terribly so. he was out of breath, purposefully exaggerating his moves and singing. despite everyone watching, his attention was only on you. watching intently how you were reacting and whether you were watching him at all. and how could you not? it was impossible to look away, you almost didnât notice beomgyu on the ground holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
three minutes felt like an eternity in this moment, and when they were finally over, you let out a breath you didnât even know you were keeping in. yeonjun stood in his ending pose for a few seconds, dripping in sweat, skin flushed red, and heaving begging for air. his audience cheered, laughing as he took his bow and rushed back to you and beomgyu. you were speechless as he grabbed his things, slapped beomgyuâs leg prompting him to hurry, and grabbed your hand before running back toward the direction of their apartment.
people on the street stared as you three rushed by and into the apartment building. beomgyu was still in a fit of giggles as you rushed up the stairs and finally into their unit. you stood quietly by the foyer, watching as yeonjun took a moment to catch his breath and beomgyu lay on the couch trying to stop his giggles as he replayed the performance in his head.
âwhat the hell just happened?â you finally asked, thoughts slowly coming together.
yeonjun stood up straight, still in just his swim trunks. he took one last deep breath, standing before you with his head held high.
âi put myself in a vulnerable, humiliating position to make you feel better for accidentally putting you in one, too,â he proclaimed. âi hope now you can forgive me and feel better about what happened. iâm sorry.â
you stood with your mouth slightly agape, slowly beginning to laugh. beomgyu erupted into laughter again watching you. the embarrassment finally began to settle in for yeonjun, his arms crossing over his bare torso and face turning hot. you sighed, an endeared smile taking over your lips as you reached behind him and grabbed his sweater off the couch. you held it out for him to take, earning a small smile of gratitude from him.
âyeonjun,â you began. âyou didnât have to do all that. i promise everything was fine.â
you paused for a moment, watching the way his lips began to pout. the doe-eyed expression on his face made your chest twist. god, heâs so cute.
âbut,â you continued. âi really appreciate you for wanting to make it up to me.â
yeonjun finally smiled, happy to hear you accepted his gesture. you pushed him to go get himself washed up and comfortable while you dealt with beomgyu, who was clutching his stomach in pain.
you plopped beside him, sighing as he sat up and winced. âmy abs are on fire.â
âthatâs what you get for not talking him out of that!â you scolded.
âi tried to!â beomgyu retorted. âbut he was dead set on it. honestly, i think he has a little crush on you.â
beomgyu laid back down continuing to massage his stomach, not thinking twice about what he said. his words were echoing over and over in your head, though. yeonjun has a crush on me? you thought. you bit your bottom lip, hiding the smile threatening to reveal your excitement over that revelation.Â
yeonjun walked back into the living room, changed and freshly showered. beomgyu got up, excusing himself to the bathroom to look through their medicine cabinet for a topical pain reliever to massage over his ribs. yeonjun decided to take a seat next to you, finally feeling more relaxed to be near you. but, because he was able to actually look at you, he noticed the way you tensed up as soon as he took a seat beside you. worry began to cloud his thoughts.
âyn? are you sure youâre okay? you seem tense,â he asked, cautiously giving you space in case you were uncomfortable.
you shook your head, placing your hand on yeonjunâs shoulder for reassurance.
âiâm fine, yeonjun! i promise!â
âthen, why are you so tense? do i make you uncomfortable? do you not want me here without beomgyu?â
he kept shooting questions at you, wanting to do whatever he could to make sure you felt comfortable and safe around him. you kept insisting that everything was fine and that he didnât do anything wrong. he wasnât buying any of it though and begged you to tell him what was wrong.
âyouâre gonna laugh,â you warned. âbeomgyu said you have a little crush on me.â
yeonjun fell silent for a moment, eyes widened. you stared at him, anxiously waiting for him to respond. an awkward laugh broke his silence, his fingers fidgeting with the drawstring of his sweatpants.
âhe said that?â he asked, eyes wandering around the room.
there it was again. he was avoiding making any contact with you. you slowly scooted closer to him, making him freeze.
âwell, do you?â
âdo i what?â
âdo you have a crush on me?â
yeonjun paused, looking at you for a brief moment before straight ahead at the powerless television screen in front of you. he cleared his throat before cautiously answering.
âi mean, i do find you⊠attractive,â he said. âso⊠what if i do?â
you smiled, finding his nervous mannerisms cute.Â
âwould it make you feel better if i told you i had a little crush on you, too?â
yeonjun snapped his head to look at you so quickly you couldâve sworn he got whiplash. his eyes were wide, nostrils flared in bewilderment. he didnât even try to hide the smile creeping up on his face. he didnât want to admit it to beomgyu then, but he was smitten from the moment he saw you. your smile, your laugh, your eyes. everything about you was so⊠pretty. so, so pretty. and it was killing him knowing he might have ruined any chance he had at getting to know you properly because of the incident. who would want to get to know the person who walked in on them in the shower?! even if it was an accident. but, hearing you say you took just as much interest in him as he did you, made him overjoyed.Â
âwait, really?â he asked, almost as if it were too good to be true.
âi told you i thought you were cute, didnât i?â you reminded.
âso, does that mean, if i asked you out, you would say yes?â
you shrugged. âi donât know. try.â
he laughed, beginning to find your teasing somewhat entertaining.
âyn,â he said, his shoulders relaxed and his voice calm. âwould you do me the pleasure of going on a date with me?â
Ë àŒâĄ âïœĄË
you loved to reminisce about that moment, even though yeonjun would prefer if you didnât remind him. itâs been a year, but no matter how long itâs been he will never get over the embarrassment that memory gives him. he still wished you two met in a better manner, one that made him look cool. but, you wouldnât trade that moment for anything. you donât think it couldâve gone any other way that would have made him appear more charming than that.
âyou know,â you said, playing with his hand as you lay in bed together. âyou could have just gotten me an âiâm sorry i almost saw you nakedâ cake and we couldâve called it even.â
âbaby,â yeonjun deadpanned, hand gently rubbing your back. âi was desperate and irrational. it was all i could think of at the time!â
you giggled, nuzzling into his neck and wrapping your arm around his torso. he was still as endearing as ever.
âweâve come a long way since then,â he said. you hummed in response, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to begin drifting to sleep.
âbecause iâm allowed to see you naked now,â he added quickly, suppressing his giggles as you playfully slapped his chest.
endearing and annoying as ever.
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firstly happy new year!
i wanted to tell you i love your works and maybe ask if i can request a Thorin's company x reader where the reader is from our world and has many tattoos (like a full sleeve) and the company's reaction, maybe the dwarves show their tattoos too?
thank youuu so much!
Ooh, this is cool! Sorry it took so long this got buried in my inbox đŁ Iâm going to try to keep the tattoos as vague/open as possible but I may describe em here & there, sorry đ
Hope this is enjoyable & accurate hehe, ya girl does not have any tattoos herself~
Warnings: slight suggestive jokes, minor blood in one
Showing Thorinâs Company Your Tattoos
Balin
It started the moment he pulled out the contract. Youâd gone traveling with the company but not officially joined until this moment. Soon as the parchment unfurled, you began rolling your sleeves up and out of inkâs way. Glancing upward, you caught Balinâs eyes upon the designs inked into your skin. âOh,â you cocked your head, pen momentarily forgotten, âhave you never seen tattoos like this before?â Such a question earned you a sudden burst of laughter from the white-haired dwarf, who shook his head. âNay, not in the slightest! Quite the opposite. We dwarves are famous for our designs. I suppose that yes, Iâve never seen ones like yours,â he glances over yours once more, âbut many I have seen.â Suddenly you felt compelled to ask: âWell, do you like them?â Balin smiled. âOf course I do! Just because they are different doesnât mean they are bad. Watch out for my brother, though, heâll be itching to give you a new one if you get on his good side.â He gave a wink and that sealed it for you- you knew it already, but it rang through your head once more that you had a place in this company.
Dwalin
It had started with a compliment. âI like your tattoos,â you told the shaven-headed dwarf with a smile and a nod his way. He looked surprised, then pride settled into his eyes beneath the fireâs flicker. âThanks. Bet youâve never seen anything like âem before, eh?â Matching Dwalinâs smug smile, you rolled up your sleeve to reveal the art covering your own body. âBy my beard,â he breathed. âWould you believe me if I said there was more where that came from?â You teased. âMay not have before,â the dwarf grinned, âbut I certainly do now. Bet you donât know what mine mean, thoughâŠâ "Well then, tell me." Brows raising, he crosses his arms and looks you over as if anew. "And perhaps if you prove yourself, I can add to your collection." As you can imagine, this turned into quite a long conversation.
Thorin
The king-to-beâs eyebrows raise, a look of pure shock crossing his regal features when you expose the long expanses of tattoos youâve decorated yourself with. Arching a brow, you assume it is some sort of royal sensibility and roll your eyes, at least until you hear Thorinâs faint words emerge, barely above a whisper. âMy sister has something quite like that. May I?â Stunned, you simply nod, holding your arm out as Thorin draws closer, fingers gently brushing over your inked skin as a small smile creeps to his lips. âI remember when she got it. She wanted me to get one, too, but I was too afraid.â A deep chuckle. âYou, I see, do not lack the courage. Dis would like you. Very much,â he comments, blue eyes shining into yours.
Oin
âYouâve gotta be more careful next time,â Oin shakes his head as he lowers you onto the blanket, one hand tucked carefully behind your head. âYouâre welcome,â you grin, though the expression quickly turns into a wince as pain arcs up your newly acquired wound. Tutting, Oin says nothing, opting instead to strip off your layers to dab at the blood collecting there. He pauses, though, over your bared skin. âYou never told meâŠâ Gloved hand waving vaguely over you, and you chuckle weakly. âWhat, that I have an amazing pain tolerance?â âThatâs one way to put it,â he replies, âand letâs hope so. Youâll need it. They did heal quite nicely, you know. Half the ones Iâve done looked a mess after.â âYou do tattoos, huh?â You chuckle again, smiling up at him as he worked. âNow that Iâd like to see.â
Gloin
Bursting into hearty laughter, Gloin claps a hand to your shoulder. "Thinkin' you can beat Dwalin, are you?â Obviously you are quite confused, tilting your head at him until you trace the line of his eyes to your exposed wrist. The edges of a tattoo showed there, bringing a chuckle to your lips. âHadnât thought of it like that,â you shot back, âbut I suppose I would have him bested.â Gloin bursts into hearty laughter as you push up your sleeve to reveal skin entirely covered. âBless me, I was teasing you! You really went for it, though! What did you do for yours? I managed to barter for mine,â he grins, pushing up his own sleeve to reveal a design near his shoulder. âI wish that was how it worked for me,â you sigh, rolling your eyes at the thought of all your lost money, âwhere I come from, itâs pay or nothing.â Cue Gloin lining you up deeds to get dwarven ink done should you so desire.
Bifur
Catching Bifur gesturing your way, you frown slightly and turn back around, fixing him with a look of concern at his hasty motions. Finally, he traces a hand up his arm, prompting you to peer down at your own. Ah, right. He'd probably never caught a glimpse of your tattoos before. You nod, sign a 'what?' you hope doesn't come across too cheeky, and grin when he gives up and rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. âWell,â you ask, âlike âem?â In all honesty, you have no expectation for his reply, but the enthusiastic nod and tug up of his tunic still has your eyebrows raising in shock. He has one, too, it seems, at least the one, and wouldnât you know it, itâs quite similar to one of yours. Smiling, you wondered if that was as meaningful to him as it was to you.
Bofur
âWell youâre full of surprises, arenât you?â You arenât even certain what the hatted dwarf means until you follow his gaze down the length of the arm youâd bared to spearfish with, tracing the lines of your tattoos. âSo you could say,â you reply mystically, waving fingers until the both of you are laughing. âWhich oneâs your favorite? I wanna see âem all. Well, if youâll let me, of course, andâŠ" Cutting him off with a hand held up and a smile, you answer, "I know what you mean. When we're done here, we'll need some time by the fire. I'll show you then." Eyes shining, Bofur gives you a grin and wades into the river with you. That evening, as you sat and warmed your soaked legs by the toasty fire, you rolled up your sleeve all the way this time, telling him the story of every single tattoo and chortling at his animated commentary.
Bombur
The others saw them, but Bomburâs reaction amused you the most by far. Without thinking, he grabbed your arm and held it up, eyes scanning your art beneath the warmth of his gentle hold. âWell,â you chuckled, âwhat do you think, do you approve?â âI quite like yours,â he agreed, âyours are pictures. I like them better than Dwalinâs.â A call of protest from the warrior dwarf rang out defending both his own art and of course the traditions of their people. But if you have any of things Bombur enjoys most, things representing family, food, animals, nature, and the like, he keeps fighting for you to the last word! "But I like the pictures! Have you seen them? Come have a look here." There you stand, your hand tightly in Bombur's grip, but you cannot help smiling.
Dori
The two of you had all but insisted the dwarves finally wash some of their layers, so they agreed under the express conditions that the ones who cared so do it. As you knelt at the riverside with a bundle of (frankly filthy) clothing, you rolled up your sleeves to the elbows and saw Dori staring out of the corner of your eye. He didnât look particularly scandalized and you were used to eyes upon your art, expected it even. âLooking at these?â You asked with a smile. Sheepishly he nodded. âMy brother has a couple of those. Always trying to get me to have one done,â he scoffed, âbut I donât exactly fancy a voluntary stabbing myself.â You canât help laughing at that. âThey certainly did hurt,â you agree in your mirth. Doriâs eyes slid down your forearm one more time. âYou must be quite tough, then, arenât you? Strong and sensible,â he beams.
Nori
One of your tattoos is especially meaningful, so the moment its subject comes up in conversation you are peeling back layers to reveal it. Many dwarven eyebrows raise as the sun strikes your skin, but you canât help noticing Nori specifically, the look of intrigue and perhaps something else in his eyes. Challenging him with a look, you cock your head a bit at him. âDidnât realize you had any,â he says simply. With a faint snort, you nod. âWell, here you go,â you roll up your sleeve further. Noriâs eyes trail up and down the expanse of skin one more time. âIâve got a few myself.â Naturally, you ask him where, and that is when he breaks into a rakish smile and winks. âYouâll have to guess.â
Ori
Smiling at Ori as you accepted his sketchbook, you pushed back your sleeve to save it from smudging his work or the addition he'd welcomed you to make on a new page. An entry into his little world you were honored at the invitation to create. But when you glanced back up at the dwarf, your joy faded sharply away at the widening of his eyes. Shock, no doubt, at the revelation of the ink covering your forearm, designs you'd hidden for fear of distaste or harsh questioning. Quickly you slid the fabric back down, but Ori just gaped, looking more than a bit awed. "You have so many. Did they hurt?" A common enough question, posed innocently as you'd expect from the company's youngest. "Some more than others, that is for sure," you answered simply, "but I took it in silence." Humming in further awe, Ori leaned closer to you. "Nori screamed like a baby bird the whole time he got his." Bursting suddenly from your chest, your laughter cascaded over your whole body in relief, comfort returning to your little world. "I quite like yours better than his, too, especially that one," Ori added, pointing where he'd seen a particularly nice piece. Perhaps you should have known the artist would understand.
Fili
âWhatcha got there?â Glancing down at the utensil in your hand, you shrug. âLadle. I was helping Bombur do the rinsing.â At that, the elder Durin heir smirks. âNot that,â he says, gesturing up from your hand, âthose.â Right. âOh, my tattoos? If youâve never seen anything like them, I can tell you-â âNever seen anything like it?â Fili snorts in amusement, crossing his arms. âI take it youâve not looked upon the dwarven kings of old.â Removing his coat and outer tunic, he bares his own arms. âIâd like to get mine here.â He touches his bicep. âOne ringing each side.â âHow convenient,â you tease as he flexes the toned muscle of his arms. âWhat?â âNothing,â you snort, shaking your head.
Kili
The pair of you had been sparring, Kili parrying your every move before you finally sat down in defeat, accepting a newly-filled waterskin gratefully. The dwarf kept teasing you, saying all that he could about how well he knew you and the like. "Why, I practically know everything about you," he said with a proud look, "you'll not be surprising me any time soon." "Well, then, if you know me so well," you countered, "which tattoo is my favorite?" "Very funny, you haven't any..." Kili's eyes widened as you rolled up your sleeve, scanning every inch of ink. "...Tattoos." "What was that you were saying?" You asked, smirking into his speechless gape. Curse him, he regained his composure quickly, though, expression falling back into the smile you had to admit you loved. "Well, I certainly know which one is my favorite."
Bilbo
You start tugging at your top at the collarbones and Bilboâs eyes practically pop out of his head when your tattoos peep at him. âYou too?â He asks, tone incredulous. Chuckling in amusement, you fix him with an inquisitive look. âAnd what does that mean?â âWell,â he begins, voice faltering, âI suppose I just thought of that as, well, as a dwarf thing. What with Dwalin and all.â âSurprise,â you tease him with a grin, exposing more skin he flushes at the sight of, âbut look, I think youâll quite like this oneâŠâ Any tattoo you have from nature, after all, surely catches the hobbit's gentle eye in a heartbeat. âOh, that is⊠quite beautiful,â Bilbo breathes with a faraway smile, âcan I touch it? Wait, what am I saying, Iâm sorryâŠâ
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âCâmon, babes. These blokes were cute. Val knows them. Said theyâre nice⊠enough,â your best friend, Poppy, made a teasing face, sticking out her tongue at you before getting serious, âHow longâs it been?â
You sighed, picking at your chipped nail polish,Â
â...sixâŠâ
âSix weeks!?â Poppy panicked in earnest.
â...months.â
âSix months. Are you ââ she snatched your hand and dragged you to your feet, âEnough. Dry spell over.â
You found yourself arm in arm with Poppy, dodging raindrops and puddles on your way to her coworkerâs flat, screaming and laughing so hard your lungs hurt, soaking in the cold downpour. There was a big party happening at her place that night. A key party. It was something she had picked up at uni. Everyoneâs keys went into a bowl, and whomeverâs keys you ended up with was who you went home with.Â
You followed Poppy into the alley, hiding under the awning as she buzzed up.Â
A crackled voice came through the grimey box,
âYeah?â
âItâs Pops! Let us in, you slag!â
Giddy screaming came through on the speaker and you heard the door click. Up you went, trodding four flights of stairs, panting and dripping at the top. The front door was wide open and music thumped out of it. A few guests were out in the stairwell, propping the door open to a small balcony, smoking and drinking, crushing their bodies together and swaying to the beat.Â
âPops!â A pretty ginger girl with a teensy tiny triangle top under a fishnet shirt came bounding through the foyer, âCome in! Come in. Nameâs Val, nice to meet ya. Give us your keys, Pops. And you, too, new girl. Look at that top!â
She pretended to grab at your breasts which, you had to admit, did look pretty killer tonight. Youâd worn a black leather bra top with silver glitter all over it, and you felt like some sort of rock star. A black leather miniskirt completed the ensemble. You couldnât stomach the heels, so you opted for your combat boots. Val looked like she was about to spill out of that tiny top, but she made it look good.
You handed over your keys, watching your little glittery Bulbasaur keychain bounce around her finger as she twirled them in circles.Â
âWhich bowl for you?â
âHuh?â You didnât understand.
She pointed to each one, presenting them to you like she was hosting a game show,
âThis one for if you like blokes, this one for if you like birds,â she gave Poppy a wink and tossed her keys in that bowl, â...and this one for if you donât care whatâs going on downstairs!â
âOh, um,â you pointed to the last one, âDonât care either way, really.â
âPerf! Okay, letâs see what youâre drinkinâ!â
You followed them through the packed flat and into the kitchen. Liquor and beer bottles littered the countertop, and the only cups left in the cabinet were coffee mugs. You watched Val pull two down and pour some sort of blue drink into each one. She handed them to you with a bright smile,Â
âBetter go mingle! Never know who might grab your key.â
You smiled, tight-lipped, wondering if you had just made a huge mistake or if you really would be going home with someone nice tonight.Â
Either way, you mingled, chatting with a few people, trying to hear them over the noise of the music. But, even in your rock star get-up, you werenât really the partier that Poppy was. You peeked around the apartment for an escape. The bathroom was locked and, from the sound of it, a couple wasnât patient enough to wait on their keys to get their night started.Â
You checked the next door and found the cloakroom. It was a bedroom slash office, and it was blissfully dark and quiet. You shut the door behind you, sighing with relief and then â
âHavinâ fun, yet?â
A deep, rumbling voice found you in the dark, and you froze. He was sitting in the window sill, smoking a cigar, and he put his hands up in mock-surrender,
âItâs alright, love. Just needed a bit of peace.â
âYeah,â you said, regaining your composure and straightening your skirt nervously, âNo, itâs okay. Sorry, Iâll just⊠go.â
âCanât leave without your key,â he laughed, holding up your house key. Your sparkling Bulbasaur glinted in the low light from the window.Â
âYou⊠how did you?â You stepped toward him, retrieving your key from his outstretched palm.Â
Now that you were closer to him, you get a better look at the man with your key. He was tall. Tall enough to dwarf you even while he was seated in the window. He had a full beard, shaved down the chin like a ship captain, or a pirate, and his eyes were the palest blue youâd ever seen. It was almost supernatural to look into them and be met with his icy stare.Â
He was sharp, too. You could tell that he had a quick wit, and an even more capable body. Huge, sculpted muscles pressed through his white tee shirt, tightening the thighs of his jeans. A veritable giant of a man. But when he smiled, just as he was doing now, you felt safe despite his stature. He seemed like he meant you no harm.Â
âHow do you have my keys?â You asked again, watching as the white smoke billowed and curled out of his full lips, carried away by the night wind.Â
âSaw you come in. Couldnât have some other arsehole picking you first, could I?â
âFirst?â You stood closer to him still, staring up at him as he rose from his seat, towering over you with his body, darkening the room in shadow.
âAye,â his hand went to your chin, raising it up as if to have a better look at you, âBit greedy, me.â
You thought he might kiss you, but just before he leaned close enough for your lips to touch, he took another drag from his cigar, letting you smell the tobacco and licorice scent on his breath, the lingering notes of whiskey not far behind.Â
âAnd you thought you could be greedy with me, is that right?â You whispered, unsure of why you were speaking so low, but he matched your register in his reply, purring his words at you and making your belly twist in on itself,
âI let myself hope soâŠâ You watched as something that seemed like doubt flashed through his gaze, and a primal piece of you hated that.
âGood thing you snagged them, then,â you reassured him, letting your hands roam across his belly, circling around him and testing the waters, âBe a shame if someone else got to me first. Some⊠arsehole.â
âCareful, love,â he warned you, âYouâre too pretty to be teasinâ a poor bloke in that fuckinâ outfit. Does things to us.â
You dragged your hand up his thigh, knowing exactly what things he was mentioning but playing dumb anyway,
âOh? What⊠things?â
Quick as a snakeâs strike, he snatched your wrist in his free hand and held you steady. It surprised you, and you froze from the shock of his strong grip. Then, your whole body lit up as he slowly moved your palm over to his zipper, behind which was pressed the hardest, fattest cock youâd ever felt in your life.Â
âThese things.â
He flicked the end of the cigar clean out of the window and grabbed you around the jaw, bringing his face down to yours to kiss you. He was smoke and fire and whiskey and sugar and something musky that could only come from a humanâs tongue. His beard scruffled your skin, tickling your lip as you kissed him back.Â
He pulled away, his eyes hooded from the pleasure of your kiss, and said,
âIâm John, and I am at your fuckinâ service, pretty girl.â
âTake your shirt off, John,â you nibbled on the bottom of his lip and smiled as sweetly as you could manage.
âYes, maâam,â he smiled back, wolfishly, and peeled his shirt off revealing his immense chest, covered in dense, soft hair.Â
You kissed him again, letting your hands touch him wherever you wanted to. You felt his soft nipples harden under your touch, and you stroked the smooth skin of his ribs, tattooed with some sort of skull and shield. In the midst of your lust-filled tour of his torso, he tossed you on the bed, piled high with coats and scarves, shoving them out of the way in a knotted, tangled mess.Â
He kissed his way down your body, stopping when he came to the swell of your breasts, chuckling and looking up at you.Â
You were already breathing heavy, a little annoyed heâd paused in the middle of something good.Â
âWhat?â You asked.
âYou canât be serious with these. Look,â he twisted a thick finger under the top of your braâs cup and shoved it down, revealing your nipple as it popped free from its enclosure.
He fixed his mouth over it and began to suck. Then, he popped his lips off of you before sucking hard again, making you whine from the sensation.Â
âFuckinâ perfect. Saw you and these gorgeous titsâŠâÂ
Suck. Lick. Suck.Â
â...across the whole bloody roomâŠâ
Suck. Suck. Suuuuuuuck.Â
â...and I had to taste youâŠâ
Suck. Bite. Kiss.
ââŠhad to fuckinâ know.â
You let your fingers peel through his hair, messing up his gel, scratching his scalp, listening to him moan as he groped your breasts, hungry like a rabid dog.Â
âAnd,â you breathed deeply, trying to compose yourself, aiming to tease him further, âAre they what you hoped for?â
He grinned, dropping one hand to unbuckle his belt. Then, you felt his steely length loll and roll against the inside of your thigh. You couldnât help but gasp, feeling his fleshy head drool across your skin. John looked down at you then, and returned your question with one of his own,
âWhat do you think, love?â
With an audacity you were not expecting, he slapped his rod against you, making little popping noises on your skin, opening some sort of feral door deep within your psyche.Â
âAnd then ââ John put both of his hands underneath your hips and flipped you over, making you lay on your belly, surprising you with his incredible strength, âI saw this fuckinâ arse. Mmm.â
He raked your skirt up your legs and grabbed two huge handfuls of your cheeks, squeezing them so tightly it almost hurt. Then, he looped his thick forearm under your hips and lifted you up, making you present yourself to him lewdly.Â
âThaâs it, pretty girl. Lemme see youâŠâ He sighed raggedly, âOh, fuck. Look at these.â
You felt his finger slide between the gusset of your panties and your aching hole, rubbing you up and down, pretending to admire your lace thong.
âThese knickers, and this perfect fuckinâ hole.â
All you could do was hang there, draped over his forearm while he bent his head to plant his mouth against your center, doing a lazy job of moving your underwear out of the way, preferring instead to just eat you through them. You felt the warm prod of his tongue as he pushed it against the fabric, writhing it skillfully to get to your insides, licking in long strokes to work your taste into his mouth.Â
Your bra was still askew, letting your nipples rub against someoneâs faux fur coat, and when you heard the clinking of metal sounds, you peeked over your shoulder to see John fisting his cock while he devoured you. His efforts were messy, and he drooled along your skin, not caring how much of you smeared all over his face.Â
âMmfââ
You let out a whimper, unable to hold back, feeling the pressure of your pleasure mount as he focused on your rim, laving it in deep, circular strokes, bringing you right up to the brink and guiding you back down, torturing you right on the edge of bliss.Â
âYeah? âS thaâ good, love?â He teased, releasing his cock to peel the thong off of you and shove his tongue deep into your hole.Â
âUngh! Fuck, fuck, fuhââ
Your whole body tensed, leaving nothing to the imagination about the orgasm he had just wrenched from you.Â
âGood girl, thatâs it. Thatâs it.â John talked you through it, speaking with his mouth full, licking you endlessly.Â
Then, he flipped you back over, prowling over your body like a beast, grinding his hips into you, asking wordlessly for permission. He kissed you again, letting you taste what he had done and you sighed into his mouth, eager for more.Â
You were soft for him, but you still wanted to push him. So, while he was looking down at you, pondering whether or not youâd let him go all the way, you stuck your tongue out, licking him from the bottom of his chin, over his plush lips, and up the tip of his nose.
He smiled and sat back, lazily playing with your breasts, trying to make damn sure you knew what you wanted.
âYou want more, love? We can stop when youâve had enough of me.â
You didnât answer him. Instead you let your knees fall open, pushing your skirt up over your belly, revealing yourself fully to him. Then, you reached between your legs, past your aching hole and found the silky body of his cock. He shivered at your touch, and his hips rolled involuntarily as you began to stroke him, moving your hand back and forth, rocking your hips to add to the effect.Â
âGot any protection, John?â
He dug his hands into his pocket frantically and pulled out a condom. Breaking the corner with his teeth, you watched him roll the thin layer over his dick, still eager and willing to serve you. Even though he was in the position of power, the expression on his face made you feel like you held the flog.Â
âFuck me,â he lamented, sitting back on his heels and gently playing at your soft, pliant hole reverently, âYouâre the most beautiful fuckinâ thing Iâve ever seen â ungh⊠or felt.â
The moment his fingers touched the inside of your body, his expression changed. It was as if a new part of his mind had woken up and taken over. He was fully in your thrall. You were sure that if you had asked him to leap out of the window, he might comply.Â
âCâmon,â you smiled, pulling him closer to you, kissing him softly and then as deeply as you could, breaking away to whisper, âLet me feel you.â Â
He reached between your bodies and you felt the wet lick of the lubed condom tip as it teased your hole. Then, the dense, hot pressure of his cockhead.Â
âOh! Youâre big,â you breathed.Â
John stopped,
âYou alright, love?â
You nodded, canting your hips, searching for more of his girth to drag into your waiting core.Â
âTell me,â John commanded, rocking forward a bit more, testing the waters.
âYes, I need â god, please â I need more. Please.â
âShh, shh. Here,â he pressed forward again, stretching you out, making your eyes widen from the new sensation, âHere I am. HereâŠâ
He was kissing your neck and breasts, leaving little red marks behind from his strong suckling, licking and nipping at your flesh. You could barely feel it. All your body could concentrate on was the seemingly unending supply of hot, heavy dick he had at his disposal. He just kept moving forward, inch after inch. You thought, at one point, there could be none left, only to have him press just that much deeper.Â
By the time his base grinded down against your pubic bone, you had tears in your eyes, and you imagined that you should be able to feel him in your throat.Â
You sighed together, and he regained his balance, planting his arms beside you, elbows on each side of your face, covering you protectively.Â
â...so damn big. Holy fuck,â you gasped, whispering to him.Â
He nuzzled your cheek, a little sweet for how insanely lurid his sex had been,Â
âYou ready, love?â
âYeah,â you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.Â
He began the long journey back out, and then his thrusting began in earnest. He was a slow fuck, but his girth made every pass a challenge. And he always made sure to bottom out. You could tell that was when he felt the most pleasure. So, you chased him with it. His cock would reach its peak in you, making your skin burn and your eyes roll back in your head, and just as he tried to escape, you would twist your hips to follow him down, making it feel as if you were locked together, unable to pull away from your warm muscles.Â
A few of those thrusts and he was breathing hard, fucking you harder, picking up his pace. Then, you opened yourself up for him, spreading your legs to allow his big body easier access to yours.
âOh, fuckinâ hell. Thatâs good. You are so fuckinâ good. So good,â he praised you mindlessly, just saying words that floated through his mind. You knew it wouldnât be much longer until he would go past the point of no return. So, you ran your hands over his body again, exploring him like you had been when you found him, swirling your fingers over his ribs and plucking softly at his nipples, kissing his neck, not caring if you left a hickey.Â
He was grunting and calling for you with every thrust now, his head buried in the crook of your neck, ready to spill himself for you.Â
Each strong thrust of his cock was shaking your bones, making your body want to come, twisting your muscles inside of you as a warning of what you were about to release.Â
His eyes lit up, finding yours,Â
âYou gonna come for me, love?â
âYeah,â you keened, pressing your forehead to his cheekbone, begging him for aid when there was nothing that could save you from being tossed into the deep end.Â
âCome for me. Fuck! There! Right there, hngh ââ
You saw sparks at the edge of your vision, and your whole body arched against him, reeling with wave after wave of glittering joy. His face was twisted in a snarl, and he stopped breathing, coming with you in your shared ecstasy, his cock pulsing within you through his orgasm.Â
Then, he gasped, a smile painted on his face, half in soporific joy and half in disbelief.Â
âFuckâŠâ he said, gently untangling himself from you, letting his fat dick slide out of your wet, well-used hole.
Youâd never felt so empty in your whole life, and you cried out from the loss. He heard you, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you beside him, letting you both catch your breath.Â
After a while, long enough for the bass-heavy song to change, he slid out of bed and put himself back together. Just when you thought he would be on his merry way, he took your hand in his and kissed you with more affection than you ever expected. He told you,
âCâmon, love. Grab your keys. I donât do one-night stands.â
âOh?â You smiled, pressing your keychain back into his open palm, âYou want more?â
âTold you I was greedy.â
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Hello :)
Can You do a one-shot or headcanon with Veneer from trolls 3 with a fem reader, were the reader is their manager or something like that but she has a crush on veneer that is very obvious and veneer likes to tease reader because of that ? đ
is ok if you don't want to write this :)
Hey!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, there are little headcanons and sketches, I hope this is what you wanted and you like it!đ©·
Veneer x !femReader teasing headcanons
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°He would literally call you all sorts of cute nicknames, not because he usually does this with all people, although rarely, but for you it would be constant and intentional. The dude enjoys and is proud of your embarrassed reaction to this.
°Veneer does not detach from you for a second, it seems that it can be even more demanding than Corduroy, but all the quibbles that he can express to you are purely a reflection of the fact that he wants to tease you, so to speak, to check, to see the reaction. He likes to see how you become stupid in his presence, how desperately you try to keep a cold face.
°while fiddling with paperwork in your office, Veneer often comes to you, under the pretext that «he is your boss and has the right to control your work» but for some reason he doesnât care at all about his other employees. Feeling the gaze of the big blue eyes of a pop star, your brain melts, your thoughts get confused into one lump and itâs difficult for you to continue working at the same pace as before. Frozen in one place and looking into the space above the laptop, you are unable to do anything, just waiting for what witty phrase will be said by the little attractive bastard who came here at such an inopportune time. âWell, well, kitty, while you spend time looking at the dust on your keyboard, productivity drops, if I didnât control this, you would continue to shirk!â - Veneer understood that the reason for your behavior was precisely his visit, knowing that you would not turn your head towards him, he also gave the blush on his face. Smiling mischievously at his latest teasing of you, he walked out of your office, quietly closing the door.
°Knocking on the door of Velvet and Veneer's dressing room, you notify them that the equipment is almost ready for rehearsal, and in (âŠ) time it will be ready. Having heard absolutely no response, not even Velvetâs languid sighs, you became worried. After knocking a couple more times and asking if everything is okay, you decide to go inside. Inside, all you could find was Venir lying alone on the couch with his eyes closed, but it didnât really look like he was sleeping. For a second you were overcome with panic, you quickly approached the pop star, throwing away all your embarrassment in front of his sweet face, you frantically asked if everything was okay. He was still silent with the same beautiful eyes closed. Being the drama queen you are, you've already come up with the worst possible scenario for why he could be lying there like that. You slowly knelt down in front of the sofa, and tilted your head towards Veneerâs face, trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, the opening eyes of the star took you by surprise and swept away, frozen in place, you heard a bored voice and his smug expression on his face.âuhh, you can just ask for a kiss, honey pie, donât have to force it while Iâm dozing.â At this moment, Velvet enters the dressing room, seeing you bending over Veneer in dangerous proximity to his face, she simply snorted with displeasure
âUgh, I donât understand why you canât postpone youre disgusting caresses after the rehearsal?â
And rolling her eyes, the older twin walked away, leaving behind the noise of heels on the tiles. Now, not only you were red, but also the one who was responsible for this room. âh-hah man, this action clearly has a rotten vibe, darling, just move your face away already..â It seems that after this it was Veneer who was the reddest in this situation.
°He asks you to give him a manicure. You, of course, tried to object to this, saying that you were hired not as a nail technician but as a manager, but Veneerâs pouty lips and face were displeased, and you simply could not object to him. And also his constant argument: âBut Crimp did this, maybe itâs worth bringing her back?â, of course, after that all your arguments against disappear. At first, you were very embarrassed to do his manicure, but later you noted that every time you wait for Veneer to ask you to do it again. You enjoy holding his hands in yours, each time surprised at how soft and smooth they are. Noticing your admiration, he, hiding behind severe stress and fatigue from star life, asks you to also give him a hand massage, although this really relaxes him! Although sometimes you may notice small scratches on his hands, most likely the pop star wanted to play with his smuggled monkey.
°The constant mentions of Crimp's former assistant were literally driving you crazy. You wanted, no, you needed to know who she was. What if she and Veneer had a relationship?! What if she really is better than you... One day, while you were helping choose the color of lipstick for Velvet, you casually asked her who this Crimp was. To which Velvet gave a cursory answer that it was an annoying sponge that she wanted to fire «literally every day spent with this little splinter» After that, a silly smile did not leave your face, which Velvet called âstupidâ, but you didnât care , because now you know for sure that Veneer really tried to make you jealous.
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A JEALOUS CONFESSION PT1
Gambit/Rumy Lebeau x Reader
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You and Gambit have been hooking up on the down low for the past couple of months. Of course neither one of you wanted anyone on the team to know. You were still new to the team, and he apparently had some sort of past with Rogue. It didn't really bother you though, it seemed like whatever they had was in the past, or, at least that's what you thought. But all today, he was following her around like a lost puppy dog. Constantly trying to start conversations with her, help her out in the kitchen, not to mention the shameless flirting! You weren't normally the jealous type and you hated that you were feeling this way, but, it was hard not to grow attached to somebody like Remy. When you first came to join the X-Men, he was the first person that made you feel like you were at home. That's not saying everyone else wasn't nice to you, they were, especially Rogue. That's why you hated feeling this way even more. You couldn't blame her, you also couldn't blame Gambit if they had something. You were the one sleeping with him, but somehow you felt like a side piece. Irritation and frustration filled you as you walked down the halls. You just wanted to get to your room and relax a little bit and try to get everything out of your head. You didn't know how much of this you were overthinking and how much of it was real, but of course nothing ever goes as planned. The moment you walked in your room, you saw Gambit sitting on your bed waiting for you. "Mon cheri Gambit, just wanted to come check on you" he said. As he stood up, walking over to you, you felt torn. A part of you felt irritated with him, but another part of you wanted to push him down against your bed and make him remember why it was you he always came back to for pleasure. "If you're looking for a quick fuck, I'm not in the mood" you said in a irritated voice as you shoved past him. "Cheri, Gambit ain't looking for that, I just thought you looked upset" he said in a calm Southern draw "why would I be if anyone should be, it's your girlfriend" you said in a pissy voice as you rolled your eye. "What are you talking about cheri? Gambit don't got no girl, well none besides you" he said, a little confused has he knocked his eyebrows together. You tried not to falter, but your heart was practically skipping a beat at his words. "You could have fooled me with the way you were all over Rogue today" you said a little petty as you crossed your arms over your chest. An amused smirk played on Remy's lips as he looked you up and down. "Oh I see what's going on here" he said with a smug smile. "What are you talking about?" you asked as you gave him a dirty glare. "You're jealous" he said taking a step closer to you. "So what if I am?" you said with frustration as you looked away from him, only to feel his hand lightly grab your chin, tilting your head up, making you look at him. "Cheri I'm sorry, Gambit knows what jealousy feels like. I didn't mean to make you feel it too" he said softly as he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip. It was almost impossible to stay mad at him in that moment as your heart pounded against your rib cage. You found yourself staring at his black and red eyes, and then down to his lips. He noticed you staring at his lips as the corners of his mouth began to pull up in a smile he leaned in closer, "Is there any way Gambit can make up for it" he said just above a whisper. Your heart pounded in your chest, he knew exactly what to say and do to make you fold, and as much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn't. You yearned for his touch, but jealousy was a bitch and didn't seem to want to help the situation. But what was jealousy if not wanting something that wasn't yours, and if that was the case, why was he here alone with you in your room?
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