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Kansas City Home Bar Galley A large transitional galley seated home bar design with porcelain tile flooring, an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, dark wood cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, and mosaic tile backsplash is an example.
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#Example of a large transitional galley porcelain tile seated home bar design with an undermount sink#shaker cabinets#dark wood cabinets#granite countertops#beige backsplash and mosaic tile backsplash dark stain#wolf range hood#t.v. in mirror#wood tub surround#rev-a-shelf
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*deep breath* Ok, someone found a loophole. Requested through messages.
Aftercare Headcanons
Alastor/Angel/Husk X Reader
Warning! ⚠
⚠ suggestive/implied, implied nudity, fluff, implied biting/scratching/bruising, consent ⚠
So after your...ahem..activities, this is what the boys do.
Alastor🎙
Of course he's going to treat you like a God after something so tiring. Only the best of the best for his significant other.
Everything is taken care of. Don't you dare try to lift a finger.
Can you? I mean *cough cough*
Has the bath prepared with rose petals and candles, water at the perfect temperature. He does join you.
Towels and robes folded on the counter nearby the hygiene products.
His shadows take care of cleaning up the bed and changing the sheets.
Will sometimes apologize about the marks left on your skin. Depends.. He does like some of them.
Sometimes he'll add more
Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses while you are being taken care of in the water.
And some sweet talking.
"Tu as goûté devine ma chéri/e~" (You tasted devine my darling~)
Want a massage? Of course.
Food or drinks? Already taken care of.
Once you're ready to get out of the bath, don't bother on getting up. He'll pick you up and dry you himself.
Once in your towel or robe, he'll carry you back to the now clean bed and make sure you're comfortable.
He'll dress you up too if you asked.
If not then he'll bring you your clothes, kissing you on the forehead once you have them in your hands.
No? Nothing at all?
Now you're tempting him.
"Be careful darling."
Won't do anything unless you want to.
He'll hold you close as you sleep.
Extra
Angel🕸
He'll have everything set up for you to take care of each other on the days he's not exhausted from work. Sometimes its a last minute thing.
Wipes or rags are on the nightstand. Along with some other things like a water bottle and easy snacks.
There's a towel on the bed so you don't have to switch the sheets.
He'll clean you up with those first or will scoop you up to the bathroom. Or maybe you scoop him up?
Gets the bath or shower ready while you make sure to get the face masks and robes/towels out.
Expect kisses and tickles while helping each other clean off.
Aw
Once out of the water, both of you put on your robes/towels and get the face masks.
"Fuck babe, you left marks.", he'll say after checking himself in the mirror. "Can you make more?"
You help him dry off as best as you can, giving him kisses as you go.
He might take the kissing up a notch and turn it into a make out session...
Or more
Then its face masks time!
After that, you both get ready to cuddle up in bed and watch t.v.
Fat Nuggets joins the two of you and makes themselves comfortable under one of the blankets.
Pig in a blanket
Helps you take off your face mask when noticing you getting sleepy.
Will kiss you goodnight and spoon you/or be the little spoon.
Husk🃏
He'll do what he can for you. He won't admit it but he went to Angel for some advice and bought whatever he needed to make sure you were taken care of.
He'll help you clean off before offering the shower.
A little awkward because he has not done something like this in a long time. Will start the water if you asked/or teach you how to work the water.
Is a little shy if you ask him to join you.
"You won't like the wet cat look."
He'll go get drinks and snacks if he doesn't join you. If he does join, then he'll call room service beforehand.
Expect kisses and gentle touches while in the water.
Notices that he did leave some marks.
Cat pupils go =◽^◽= > =⬜^⬜=
Let's you out first because he'll get embarrassed if you see his fur puff up after drying off.
Or you do see it and it makes you smile.
When he gets out, he sees that you've taken care of the bed sheets and opened a bottle.
Accepts the cup you offer him and sits next to you.
Feed each other snacks, maybe share a few more kisses. Might turn into a make out..
"I had a good time."
Falls asleep first while holding you and purrs.
*screams into pillow*
~Seline, the person.
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Reflections - e.e
‣ emily engstler x reader
‣ wc: 2958
‣‣ synopsis: emily had no choice but to bail on your planned day together, so you decide to get a little revenge, leaving your reflection as the only thing on her mind all day.
‣‣‣ a/n: sorry this took SO LONG to release, i was a little nervous to write smut for the first time so hopefully this isn't too bad! i'm still working on more fics and hopefully i can still follow my plan to release one a day!
You adjusted the position of your body in front of the mirror, lifting Emily's shirt to reveal just a sliver of your boobs as you posed for your selfie in your lacy thong. You weren't posing for a social media post or anything of the sort, you were just trying to torture your poor girlfriend a little bit.
The two of you had planned a day-long date today, as she wasn't supposed to go in for practice or any sort of team events, but her coaches had changed their mind, calling the team early in the morning for mid-day practice, followed by a workout session, ice baths and checkups with their athletic trainer, and a film session to end their packed day.
Unfortunately for you, the text had come in during an early morning makeout session, causing Emily to leave the comfort of your bed to eat breakfast, get ready, and head out for her long day. Leaving you a needy, pleading mess for her in the process. You knew the change in plans wasn't her fault, nor was it in her control.
You were just seeking revenge for the fact that she chose to leave you orgasmless before heading out, promising to finish what the two of you had started later in the evening.
Grinning as you finally got the perfect shot, you sent off a text to Emily, containing both the selfie and a short text that read, can't wait for you to get back Em. Now, all you had to do was wait for her response, which you knew wouldn't come until a little later, when she finally got the chance to check her phone during a water break.
To your delight, Emily's response came in sooner than you had expected, not even ten minutes after you had sent the text, your phone pinged with a new text. you better find a way to wait, don't you dare touch yourself without me.
You knew that was one of Emily's "rules", if she wasn't away for a game, your pleasure was hers and hers only. And usually, that was always enough for you, as you had no need to get yourself off either by hand or with any of the toys hidden in your shared closet, Emily was always there to take care of you. But today, you found yourself struggling to hold off on relieving the deep ache that had settled in your core.
You swear you did everything in attempt to pass by the time that Emily was gone. You ate breakfast, dusted nearly every surface in your apartment, wiped down every mirror, scrubbed down the bathrooms, ate lunch, cooked dinner for you two to enjoy later, took an everything shower, and finally settled down in on your bed to watch t.v. around four in the afternoon, knowing Emily would be home before six.
Just as your eyes began to shut, drifting off into a light sleep, you heard the front door open as Emily entered the apartment, dropping the keys in the little ceramic bowl you had bought for the apartment and taking off her shoes, walking towards your bedroom.
You shot up in bed, eager for Emily to walk through the door so you could capture her in your grasp and lure her into bed, finally able to relieve the throbbing between your legs. She greeted you as she entered the room, dropping her practice bag over by the laundry hamper before making her way to you, not that you were paying attention.
You leaned in and grabbed the back of her neck, smashing your lips onto hers the second she was close enough. She climbed onto the bed with you, laying her body over yours as you continued to make out, her tongue intertwined with yours as her hands moved up and down, from kneading your braless tits to squeezing your waist, the two of you just couldn't get enough of each other.
You whined as she pulled away from your kiss, she chuckled before ducking her head down to kiss across your jaw to your ear, "missed me that much baby?" She questioned smugly as she moved her lips under your ear, alternating between sharply nipping at your skin, open mouthed kisses, and soothing licks over the trail of reddish-purple marks she left behind.
"Please Em, don't tease. Been waiting for you all day," you begged, arching your chest into her, hoping she would get the hint. She popped her lips off your neck with a smirk, gazing at your needy expression before moving her hands to pull her t-shirt off your body, uncovering your perky nipples, begging for her touch.
Her lips began a trail of kisses, licking, biting, and sucking her way down from the base of your neck to your chest, leaving hickeys at the very tops of your breast before finally latching her mouth onto your right nipple, her hand coming up to twist and tug at the other.
Your hands flew to her ponytail, gripping it as you moaned at her teasing, urging her head to continue its descent down to where you needed her the most. Thankfully, she continued to kiss down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your lace thong to nip at the fat of your hips. She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys around the perimeter of your inner thighs as you whimpered the arousal continuing to pool within your panties, yet Emily purposely avoided your throbbing pussy.
“God Em, please I can’t take it anymore, need you so bad,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at her as you pleaded, your mind far too hazy to feel embarrassed of how desperate you sounded. She propped herself, perching herself to the perfect position in between your thighs as she finally ran her fingers up and down your lace-covered slit, feeling the wetness that had begun to soak through.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this baby,” she hummed, “Wanna try something different with you, that okay?” She asked as she pulled your thong down, a strand of your slick sticking to the fabric. "You're this wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet baby," Emily rose to lean back on her knees, moving her hands to rest upon your thighs.
“Please Em, do anything, I just need you,” you whispered back, sitting up as you watched her rise from the bed, walking over to the floor length mirror you had taken the picture in. She picked it up and adjusted it so that it leaned against the wall in front of your bed, such that you were now gazing at your own naked reflection.
Your attention, however, was quickly drawn back to Emily, who had now stripped her t-shirt and sweatpants off her body, leaving her in just a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. She walked back over to the bed, settling against the headboard and planting her feet flat on the bed to take a seat behind you.
"Come here baby," she requested, and with such a low, sultry tone, how could you resist for even a second? You quickly turned onto your hands and knees, crawling up the expanse of your California king bed to kneel in between her thighs, capturing her lips once again.
You took the chance to tease Emily back a bit, taking control of the kiss by biting and dragging out her bottom lip before slipping your tongue back into her mouth, moaning eagerly into her as your hands tugged at the straps of her sports bra.
She didn't allow you to continue for long, grabbing your waist and manhandling your back into her front before you could take off her bra. She traced her hands down your body, grabbing the back of your thighs to rest them over her bent legs, spreading you open in front of the mirror.
"You see how wrecked you are for me?" She mumbled into your ear, you watched as her tattooed hands kneaded at your hickey covered tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples once again. "Mhm," you nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.
Emily, however, wouldn't accept that as an answer. She grabbed your jaw firmly with her right hand, using her thumb to pull your lip out in between your teeth. "None of that tonight ma, I wanna hear you properly, whether your answering me," she spoke softly, beginning to suck hickeys into the unmarked side of your neck, "swearing," she flicked her tongue out to soothe a particularly rough area, the skin already turning purple, "or moaning my name, begging me for more," she whispered into your ear.
Your brain turned to mush at her words, which meant you didn't notice how her left hand dropped from massaging your breast to reach your cunt as she was whispering filthy things into your ear, turning you on even more. A borderline pornographic moan tore from the back of your through as Emily finally pressed her middle and ring fingers onto your clit, rubbing small circles at first.
You threw your head back against her shoulder as your body arched against her, desperate moans spilling from your lips as your hips moved upwards to search for more friction in her touch. Her right hand wrapped around your waist, holding down your bottom half before she quickly lifted her fingers from rubbing circles on your clit to lightly slapping it, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough for your head to shoot up at the sparks it sent through your core.
"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, you stop looking and I stop touching you, okay baby?" Emily insisted, her fingers only moving down from your clit to trace your folds after you agreed, dragging her fingers to collect the arousal dripping from your entrance back up to your clit, this time adding more pressure onto your clit.
Your body squirmed in her hold, your mouth emitting a near constant stream of desperate whines, begging Emily for more. "C'mon ma, tell me what you want from me," she murmured, her breath warm against the bruised skin of your neck. "Fuck me, please Emily, need you to fuck me so bad I," your words were cut off by a guttural moan leaving your mouth as she plunged two fingers into your sopping heat, the prolonged foreplay had made you so wet she slipped in without any discomfort.
Your eyes fluttered, as your body melted into hers, illegible pleas, swears, and cries of ecstasy continuously fell from your lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Emily through the mirror. Her fingers increasing their speed as she plunged a third into you, continuing to pump in and out of you, curling into you with such precision you preened her grasp, rolling your hips forward to meet her thrusts. In the process, the heel of her palm brushed against your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms, all the while Emily ducked her head down to suck at your sweet spot.
Her name fell from your lips repeatedly, the coil in your abdomen was so close to snapping, you could almost taste how close your orgasm was. Sensing this from how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers, she moves her unoccupied hand up to your nipples, roughly tugging at them while she moved her lips up to whisper filth into your ear.
"Just like that baby... see how pretty you look while taking my fingers, my dirty little slut getting off on being finger fucked in front of a mirror, thought about fucking you like this all day... such a good girl for me," her continuous praise and encouragements, combined with the sensation of her playing with your tits, her fingers curling so deep inside of you, and her palm providing friction to your clit was all too much for you to withstand any longer.
Your moans turned into near screams as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you full-force as your legs shook on top of Emily's, full body shudders coursing through you as Emily continued to fuck into you at the same pace, insistent on having you ride out the full extent of your orgasm.
As your orgasm finally began to subside, your body going limp against hers, Emily slowed the pace of her fingers until they stilled within you. To distract you from the emptiness she knew you felt as she withdrew her fingers from your soaking cunt, she peppered kisses along the side of your face and placed a few gentle pecks on you lips accompanied with soft praises as you tuned to face her.
She brought her fingers up to your lips, shoving them into your mouth so you could clean off your own slick, humming as she felt your tongue swirling around her fingers. After popping your mouth off her fingers, you removed your legs from on top of hers, twisting your body around in her grip to face her as your hands reached upwards to cup her face, pulling her mouth down to yours in a searing kiss, all the while your knee pressed into her core.
You were acutely aware of the fact that you hadn't even touched Emily yet, and as stubborn as she was, you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your knee, and you would be damned if you didn't get her off after the earth-shattering orgasm she gave you.
Your lips continue to move roughly against hers, attempting to establish dominance and only separating when you tugged her sports bra over head. Your lips met the soft skin of her neck, peppering gentle kisses as you knew you couldn't leave hickeys on such a visible area just two days before her next game.
You continued placing kisses to her chest, circling her nipple with your tongue as right hand reached down to cup her warm cunt through her boxers, forcing an airy moan from her. You were able to feel through the fabric how aroused she had gotten from making you cum.
You paused your ministrations to retract your hands from her body, moving to grab at the waistband of her boxers, the only material still separating the two of you. You looked up at her glazed over eyes, nonverbally checking for her consent. Emily's past relationships and hookups always had the same dynamic, she gave a lot more than she received, if they even made an effort to reciprocate her pleasure.
With you, that was never the case. You were just as concerned with Emily's satisfaction as she was yours, despite her having the more dominant personality, you almost never allowed her to leave without at least one orgasm.
With her approval and the slight lift of her hips, you discarded her underwear, laying down on your stomach and spreading open her thighs to be eye-level with her glistening cunt. "All this just from watching my reflection Em?" You teased, your breath warm against her inner thighs as you sucked and nipped at the skin closest to her center, knowing no one would be able to see the bruises left there.
"Yeah baby, it's all for you," she breathed our, grabbing your tousled hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you closer to her sopping pussy. Even now, she still Deciding she had waited long enough, you dove your tongue into her, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her head back into the headboard as she moaned deeply.
"Right there ma, just like that," she encouraged as you devoured her, running your tongue through her folds to lap at her leaking arousal like a woman starved. You gather her wetness to move up and press your tongue flat against her clit, sucking and lapping at her bud. "Oh fuck baby, doing so good for me," her hips moving up to meet your mouth.
She groaned loudly as you began to hum against her clit, holding her hips tighter as moved down to her entrance again, dipping your tongue to curl into her as your nose moved against her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching from the friction you provided. You moved back up to her clit, knowing just what she needed to be pushed over the edge.
You latched onto her nub, sucking and slightly grazing her with your teeth, humming and pressing into her as she came with a throaty moan, pushing your head deeper into her to draw out as much of her orgasm as possible.
You continued to suck at her for a few moments after, slowly reducing your touch to a few soft kitten licks as her body went limp against the headboard, relaxing fully as you detached your lips from her, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs.
Her thumb wiped the slick that covered your lips and dripped down your chin, grinning at your wrecked state. “Worth the wait ma?” Her smug but somehow genuine demeanor took in the blissed out expression on your face, exhausted from your previous activities.
“Well worth Em, should mess with you more often if this is what happens,” you beamed, only half joking. “Yea right, try that again and I won’t be so nice next time, I could barely make a single shot at practice,” she grumbled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, crawling off the bed to grab a washcloth from your joint bathroom. Your reflection had truly served you well today.
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Savanna Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/mini fic [1/3]
splitting this into three headcanon parts because my god its long
eat up :]
Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn
Ashlyn's POV
So the question is: How did we get here? Simple answer really. Taylor. She was always the one to suggest these kinds of things, team building hang outs, though last time it was just us.
The rest of the boys had plans. Tyler had practice to attend, one of the late kinds, Ben and Logan had a project together due for bio in a day or two, and Aiden, for some reason, had a late dentist appointment (much to his dismay). Only Taylor could make it to the graveyard early. Initially, we were just meant to manage our resources, which was manageable with one person, but it was always easier with other people to bounce ideas off of. That's all it was meant to be, but Taylor had other ideas.
"Girls night!!" She had cheered, and we just hung out.
And I had fun.
But as Logan fights with his laptop to mirror on the T.V for the presenters, that being us, I can't help but feel like I'm going to regret this one. Especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the background yelling about something that I don't want to know about, but will probably learn against my will.
Just as Taylor and Ben come downstairs with blankets and pillows, Logan's T.V finally projects the wallpaper of his laptop.
"It's set up, thank god," he sighs, with that last part being under his breathe. And as we set up in his living room, Ben dragging Aiden and Tyler from the kitchen, both with bags of snacks in their arms, and Taylor handing out blankets, we finally sit in our places.
The next question, however, is Who goes first?
Taylor Hernandez
Taylor goes first because she's the one who planned it and was the most excited about it. Aiden tried to go first, but it was collectively agreed that he would be going last for no reason other than to piss him off lmao
Anyways, we love a STEM girl (be still my own heart) so her presentation would be all about her tools and work for the mechanics club. She takes this club seriously, not only because it's good for networking, but because she genuinely finds it fun. I like to think that there are two levels to the club where one is just a standard club and the second level is a competition team, and she was shooting to be a part of the competition league (totally not projecting because I'm a robotics kid)
Her presentation is so well done. It's not only really well organized, but it is just so pretty. It's the type of presentation that teachers would drool over. Avid Canva user b/c it has a lot of customization options that she loves.
What's a toolbox tour without the actual toolbox that's just as decorated as her slideshow. And she takes care of it, too.
Her presentation is so fun and sets a fun tune for the night, and she manages to make this topic really engaging. She would have a little quiz at the end, too, where if one of the group gets a question correct, they get a piece of candy
shows off tools like she's filming a makeup tutorial, I saw this on tumblr, and it's just canon at this point. No criticisms are accepted because it just isn't possible.
Group's reaction
Ashlyn and Ben are the ones who pay the most attention to the presentation. Ashlyn also gets the most questions right at the end of the quiz.
Logan asks the most questions in between slides, but not in an annoying way. He does get a bit lost, though, considering just how many tools there are.
Tyler and Aiden are still bickering a bit. Aiden can't sit still for the life of himself, but he swears that he is listening. Tyler would say otherwise.
Aiden is, though, and he ends up getting Taylor a really nice tool set that she mentioned she wanted when presenting just because he can. He is her favorite for a few days. He absolutely would have a shit eating grin looking at Tyler to just say, "See, I was listening :D". Tyler would then say that he could go fuck himself /hj
Logan Fields
Logan is next. The laptop hates him, and it's old and shuts down multiple times in his presentation. The group then had to watch this man fight with a busted 4-year-old laptop and lose several times. Have you ever seen your parents fight with a printer the night before you have a school project due? It's like that, and the rest are concerned.
He is an astrology bitch, and I will take no criticisms. But like, not in the way that it controls his life, he would not be caught dead saying that the stars told him to do something, like not let him eat alfredo on Sunday or something like that. He's more interested in the concept itself since the idea of zodiacs have existed for so long. Its his comfort research topic.
Absolutely went HAM on researching each and every one of their birth charts. Ask him to show you his notes, and he would not show you. Why??? because he took up an entire notepad (it's one of the smaller ones but still).
"Logan's so innocent" "Logan's so sweet" "My boy can do no wro-" NO!!!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER WILL READ YOU TO FILTH AND I STAND BY THIS. ITS LIKE HE LOOKED YOUR SOUL, UP AND DOWN, AND EXPOSED IT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE (something tells me Tyler gets it the worse. idk why it just feels right)!!! If he feels like something doesn't fit one of the people in the group he is clear about it
"Here is Gemini, a social butterfly. Here is Ashlyn. A Gemini. I love Ashlyn, but like a year ago I have actually seen you jump a fence to avoid a group of people who go to our high school without thinking, and I would say that needs an intervention but you'd also avoid it by jumping a fence." "..."
The presentation itself is long as hell. Like he goes in depth about everything that he talks about, and if you interrupt him, he will shoot you with a spray bottle. Did I mention there's a group spray bottle? Guess why they have one.
Somehow, he is still only the second longest presentation.
Group's Reaction
Taylor is his biggest hypeman. I feel like she'd also enjoy astrology a bit, too, though she's more of a casual fan. She is also one of the few people who is free from Logan's jabs.
Ben is also free from his jabs because he helped him with the laptop, which, thank god, because Logan was about to lose it. I don't think he really believes in astrology. The most he knows is his sun sign on the surface level. He is invested, though.
Don't think Ash is very interested in astrology either, and at some points in his presentation, he just loses her attention.
Tyler gets sprayed at least twice with the spray bottle because he gets defensive. Surprisingly, I do think he would be somewhat interested and knowledgeable about his star signs at least, mainly because he had to deal with Taylor when she went through an astrology phase (let me tell you it was brutal).
Aiden is also interested and engaged in the presentation, but maybe a little too much. What I mean is that he interrupts at points and is the reason why the spray bottle exists. Logan is flattered, but istg Aiden if you interrupt this man one more time...
By the end of the two presentations, the group is in pretty high spirits and having a good time, despite the fact that two of them are a bit wet.
Logan's laptop, however, is not, and just as they were setting up Ben's powerpoint, it decides that it was a good time to perform a mandatory update and restarts.
Absolute silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
And all eyes go to Logan.
"..."
"..."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!"
Long story short, the presentations have to be postponed for around an hour and forty-eight minutes (maybe you never know with computers), and Logan is taking a walk.
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Hey, can I request an Evie (Descendants) x younger brother reader where R stayed behind on the isle and Uma swept in and became R’s sister figure and when Evie comes back to the isle she tries to make up with R? Up to you how it ends :))
OOO I love this concept, sorry it has taken me so long to get this out, life sucks 😭 anywayss ENJOYY
-WHERE'D ALL THE TIME GO-
Evie X Male!Brother!Reader (Platonic) Uma x Male!Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: Angst, Neglect, Verbal abuse, Suicidal thoughts (if there's smth I missed pls lmk idrk what goes in the warnings)
Y/N ran through the dark streets of the isle, long held in tears streaming down his face as he weaves through the people. He hated his mom, he hated his life, he hated everything, and most importantly..
He hated his sister.
[1 day before]
"Evie!! Come with me this instant, we are due for a very important meeting with the others." Y/N heard his mom yell, and in curiosity he goes down from his small attic like bedroom and makes his way to the front door where his mom stood.
Nervously he looks up, "Um, mother? Where are you going?" He asked sheepishly, and he watches as she looks down at him. Disgust growing on her face.
"That is none of your concern boy."
With hesitation he speaks again, "...can I go with? I'll be quiet and-" a scoff from his mother interrupts him, "You annoying brat, not everything is about you. You are not going with, you have no purpose to, you would be absolutely useless and I don't need you embarrassing me in front of the others. You're as worthless as your father was."
Y/N's head falls as he looks at the floor, he shouldn't have asked. Just then Evie finally makes her way out of her room, their mother leaving the house mumbling that she's waiting outside for her.
Evie doesn't even spare a glance at her younger brother, eyes too focused on the small mirror in front of her as she fixes her lipstick and walks out as well.
The door shuts behind her and Y/N is left in the silent and empty house...again.
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The next day is just as quiet as the day before, both Evie and his mom not at the house. In boredom, he turns on the T.V, flicking through the very few channels that were available at the isle, then one thing catches his eye.
He watches as an announcement was made how four VK's had been chosen to attend Auradon prep for a new chance in life...and he watches as his sister and her friends appeared on the screen. Standing by this sleek black car by the gate.
Before Y/N even realized he had bolted out the door, heart pounding against his chest. She couldn't leave, She couldn't leave him alone with their mother, He needed her.
Pushing his legs to the max, he finally spots the group and car way off in the distance. Maybe he could make it and convince her to let some other kid go.
They all get in the car...
"EVIE HANG ON! WAIT!!" He yells, but to far away for her to hear.
The car door closes and the engine starts...
He runs faster. Eyes wide with unshed tears. "DON'T GO!! EVIE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!"
The car starts to drive away...
"NO!!!" Y/N reaches out, the unbalance making his overworked legs buckle and he falls to the ground. Looking up and catching the magic gate slowly closing behind the car.
She's gone. And he didn't even get to say goodbye.
He quickly stands up, heart still beating quickly as he looks around. He felt so lost... Y/N turns and runs again, going wherever his feet take him.
[Back to present moment]
He had ran all the way to the other side of the isle. The smell of salt water and fish everywhere. Y/N finally stops at a cliff, the dark water below hitting against the rock, as if it tried to reach for him.
He hadn't planned this, to come here, and to find the water looked so welcoming. Like it whispered to him that all his problems would fade away if he is fell in.
He couldn't go back home, he couldn't go back to his mother alone.
Y/N closes his eyes, maybe he could...
"Hey, kid." Someone calls out, causing the boy to spin around quickly. Eyes wide in panic.
The girl in front of him raises her hands in surrender. She looked around Evie's age, she had blueish braids that flowed from under a pirate hat.
"I'm not here to hurt you or anything, a person in my crew had spotted you and I just came up here to make sure you weren't about to raid my ship."
His brows furrow in confusion at her words, he looks back over the cliff and just now notices the rugged boat off to the left. "Oh..I didn't even notice, I-Im sorry I didn't mean to make you think that, its not why I'm here." Y/N stutters, shrinking in on himself. Wishing he could disappear already.
The girl just shrugs, "Yeah I figured." She pauses for a moment, looking the younger boy over. "...You Evie's brother?" She suddenly asked.
"...yeah...um Y/N." His face saddens st her words.
She raised her brow at that, "I'm surprised you came to this side of the isle then." He looks surprised at that, what did his sister do? "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to, did my sister do something?" Y/N asked cautiously.
"I wouldn't say that, just have a bit of a rivalry with her group is all, did she not tell you?" She questioned.
He shakes his head, "we don't really talk a lot anymore."
A silence falls over the two, before the girl speaks up again. "Tell you what kid, why don't you come back to my ship with me, me and my crew were just about to head out and get some food."
Y/N thinks about it for a moment, he didn't want to go home."Okay.."
"Great, your with Uma now kid." She smirks down at him, putting her arm over his shoulder as she leads him to the boat.
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Y/N waits in the birds nest for Harry and Gil to return, Uma had sent them out on a mission. And after about ten minutes he spots them coming in through the tunnel, Gil carrying someone on his shoulder.
Hurriedly, he grabs the rope he tied to the nest and slides down it, running to greet them at the front of the boat. "Oi there squirt!" Harry calls out smirking as th boy gives him a hug.
"Hey! Hi Gil!" Y/N says, bright smile on his face that Gil gladly returns.
Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulder, but he knows exactly who it was. "Good job you two, tie him up against the post. Its time to wait for our old friends to arrive." Uma says darkly. Harry smirks and bows "Aye aye captain."
She then looks down at Y/N, ruffling his hair. "Go ahead and wait in my cabin kid. I'll fill you in here soon." He nods and goes over to Uma's cabin, laying in the bed she set up for him a while back.
He waits there for a while, not that he minded though, but all of the sudden he hears a bunch of commotion. Yelling that was very muffled and he couldn't make out. What was going on?
He steps out of the cabin and walks towards Uma, seeing Gil and Harry close to her. "What's happ-" he stops mid way as he looks up, making eye contact with someone who he thought he'd never see again...
"Y/N?!" Evie called out, confusion and shock on her face.
He couldn't pull his eyes away from her, his chest starts to heave as that day flashes in his eyes. He only snaps out of it when Uma lays a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Lets not get distracted now, you know the deal. No wand, no crown." She calls out. And then the exchange happens, they hand Uma the wand and we give them the guy Harry and Gil took which was Prince Ben.
The crew watches in anticipation as she goes to use it, their faces drop when nothing happens. It was fake.
"GET THEM!" She calls out, and a big fight breaks out. Y/N goes to hide back in the cabin when he feels an arm pull him to the side. And he was now once again staring into his sisters eyes.
She looked upset, "Y/N what are you doing over here? These people are dangerous." He shakes his head at that. "No they arent, they actually take really good care of me."
Evie's eyes widen at that, "Take good care- how long have you been here??" She asks.
"How long has it been since you left." He says with bitterness. And she freezes at that. Looking over Y/N. He had changed a lot, his hair was longer, he had gotten taller, and you could faintly see the fuzz of facial hair starting to grow in. "It...its been a while hasn't it?" She said sadly, much to her surprise though, the younger sibling just scoffs.
"Don't even act like you missed me Evie. I didn't exist to you anymore. You left me with mom, you didn't say goodbye. Which I don't even know why I thought you would, you'd never even help me when mom would yell." Her heart stings at that, how could she let this happen?
Evie thinks hard, before her face lights up. "Come with me, I'll take you to Auradon and you can stay there with me. Its so much better then the isle Y/N you'll love it there, and I can make up for everything and we can spend time-"
"No." He says dryly, not even giving her the chance to finish. And her heart breaks. The group calls put to her as they head towards the exit, and Evie knows she has to go. "Please?"
He shakes his head at her plea. "Why would I run off with someone I barely know." Y/N then turns and heads towards the cabin again, hearing Evie's footsteps run off as she escapes with the group.
Uma grunts in annoyance at this. Sighing in exasperation. And then she feels a hand on her back. "Don't worry Uma, we'll get out of here soon." Y/N softly smiles, and watches as she slowly relaxes.
The crew heads down to the fish and chip shop to wind down. Even though they lost this battle, laughs and banter echo around them, and in the front of the group, Uma leads walking and saying something small here and there, rolling her eyes at Harry's bad jokes and Girl's innocence. Y/N sat on top of Gil's shoulders as he laughed with them. He would never leave these people.
He would never leave his family.
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Thank you for readingg, I really hoped you liked it, and I'm so sorry anon that it took so long to get out, procrastination will kill me one day I swear. But I hope this made your daydream a little more real!
Have a good day/night, and go drink water rn, don't even fight me ik you haven't, BE WILD OUT THERE GOOBERS 💃
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losing game // trevor zegras
part 2
pairing: trevor zegras × reader
word count: 3.1k (might have gone a little overboard)
a/n: based on the song arcade by duncan laurence. lyrics are in bold italics (jumped around a lot and changed some lyrics to fit the story). no use of y/n.
a/n two: this is my offering to hockey tumblr pls let me in (f1 offering coming soon maybe idk).
warnings: mentions of sex but no actual smut (bc i suck at writing it), alcohol, angst with no happy ending
You watched as he collected his clothes and put them back on. Turning to you when he reached your bedroom door.
“Bye, babe. See you later.” He winked and left.
Silence ringing inside my head.
You sat up, one hand clutching a blanket to cover your bare body, the other running through your now messy hair trying to tame it. It didn't help. After ten minutes of complete silence and staring off into space you finally dropped the blanket and stood up. You walked over and stared at yourself through your full length mirror, examining your body and all of its features in the lightly lit room. You began to wonder why he didn't feel the same. Of course he wasn't obligated to, but still it made you feel like there was something wrong with you.
A broken heart is all that's left. I lost a couple of pieces.
You both had agreed to this. Friends with benefits in private, best friends in public. Nothing more, nothing less. However, now you felt a small piece of your heart get chipped away every time you hooked up.
Jamie had warned you both that this wasn't a good idea and that it would probably end in disaster, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you, but neither you listened. Both swearing that the two of you would never be anything more than friends, who occasionally hooked up. Now you wished you had listened.
The way Trevor now made you feel was unlike anything you had ever felt. Before he grew to understand your body, even better than you did, and what made it fall apart in those moments of tangled limbs, lips moving in sync, heavy breathing, and extreme pleasure, the two of you were just each other’s best friend. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never wanted anything more until a few months in and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it though Trevor's fun and loving nature carried over into those moments of close intimacy. It made your stomach to erupt with butterflies.
You finally silenced your thoughts and rummaged through your dresser for new clothes. You then picked up the clothes you formerly wore, the pieces scattered across your bedroom floor, tossing them into your laundry basket. You sighed deeply and returned to lay in your bed. You quickly stood up again as small tears began to build in your eyes. You didn't want to lay in the bed you just sex on. In fact, you didn't even want to be in your room. His scent was everywhere. His cologne was all over your bed and the smell began to spread around you like wildfire. You knew it wasn't going away anytime soon, it never did.
You collected yourself and headed to your bedroom door when you saw a crumpled up shirt hiding in a corner of your room. You picked it up and instantly realized it was Trevor's. It was the shirt he was wearing underneath his hoodie and he must have forgotten about it. You tried to stop yourself from taking off your old tattered tee and putting his shirt on instead but you failed. You stood there in shameful silence before finally heading to your living room.
You noticed a glass slightly filled with water sat next to the sink, Trevor must have stopped to get himself a drink before he left. You just wanted to take a nap so you left it there as you went to lay on your couch.
You opened Netflix, just playing a random show you knew you weren't really going to watch, you just wanted to end the silence that flowed through your apartment and sleep.
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You opened your eyes slowly, trying not to be blinded the bright light coming from the t.v. You didn't want to sit up, you just wanted to lay there until you sank into the cushions. You finally checked the time, 8:56 pm, you had slept there for over six hours. You felt your heart stop when your phone began to ring and the screen showed Trevor's name and a picture of the two of you from years ago. You didn't want to pick up but your fingers didn't listen to your heart or your brain.
“Hey babe.” God you hated that nickname so much, it made your heart both shatter and melt.
“Hey Trev,” you groggily mumbled as you stood up heading back to your room. You looked over at your bed and flashbacks from earlier played in your head. Trevor laying on top of you, his lips on your neck, and his hands roaming your body. You shook your head trying to wipe away the memory.
“So, Jamie and I spontaneously decided to throw an end of season party since everyone's here and I wanted to call to see if you'd come,” he sounded happy, excited, and a little hopeful.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you tried to sound as happy as him but you failed and you knew Trevor noticed, he always did. You used to love that he knew you so well, but now it just hurt because he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, notice your true feelings for him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Nothing I'm totally fine. I just woke up from a nap and I um...” You paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I just need to take a shower and get ready. Bye, see you soon,” you heard him start to say something else but it was too late, you had ended the call. As soon as you hung up Trevor called again. You let out a frustrated groan before hitting decline. You quickly put your phone on do not disturb before he could try to call again and tossed it on your bed, you then went to your closet. You just stood there and looked at your clothes, too lazy to actually look for an outfit. You sighed and decided to take a shower before picking out an outfit.
You stepped in the shower and just stood there for awhile, letting the water run down your body hoping that it would wash away any remaining trace of him.
The hot water felt nice against your cold body but it only reminded you of the warmth you felt when you were with Trevor and you hated it.
Once you were finished you returned to your closet to finally pick an outfit. You didn't feel like getting too dressed up so you opted for something simple, a pair of leggings and a random top. Your breath hitched when you saw what top you had randomly grabbed. It was one of Trevor's team USA jerseys. You didn't even know you had this, he had been looking for it for ages.
Once again you tried to stop yourself from putting it on but you once again failed. You stood there in another shameful silence. You looked at your phone to check the time, 10:05 pm. You sighed before grabbing a random pair of shoes and your keys.
The drive to Trevor and Jamie's house was a quiet one, no music, just the sound of your car tires on the road, passing cars, and your quiet breathing. When you got closer to his house you could see a long line of cars parked along the street and what seemed like never ending groups of people walking through the door. A tiny voice inside your head begged you to turn around immediately and drive back home but it was too late. You had driven all the way here.
You were hit with the smell of booze as soon as you got out of the car. A small part of you wanted to throw up but the rest of you wanted to drink until you blacked out and forgot about him.
The music was loud and people were everywhere making it hard to walk through the crowd full of drunk kids with sweaty bodies. However, the kitchen was less crowded. Vodka was the first thing you saw so that's what you filled your cup with.
You heard a loud and dramatic gasp followed by a familiar laugh and turned to see Jack rushing towards you with open arms.
“I missed you so much!” He beamed and hugged you tightly. You could tell he was a bit drunk by how his words were starting to slur together.
“I missed you more, Jack,” you laughed. “Jack, sweetie you’re suffocating me,” you jokingly muttered out.
“Oops, my bad,” he laughed as he pulled away. He noticed the cup in your hand and grabbed it before taking a quick sip. Before you could jokingly get on to him Luke walked in. You knew he must have been his turn to be on ‘watch drunk Jack duty' by the look on his face.
“There you are! I swear I'm going to a harness and leash so you can’t wander off and I don't have to run around while having a heart attack trying to find you,” he said, slightly out of breath from running around the house and through the sea of people, trying to find Jack. Jack just smiled and shrugged his shoulders causing Luke to roll his eyes. He looked over at you and smiled. “What's up, I missed you!” He exclaimed towards you before pulling you into a quick hug.
“I missed you too,” you smiled back. Before he could reply you both turned to where Jack was once standing only to find that he had wondered off again. Luke rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
“I have to go find him again before he does something stupid,” he said begrudgingly. “I'll come back once I find him. I wanna hear about how annoying Zegras has been this season,” he joked while he ran off to find Jack once more.
The mention of his name made your heart feel like it was being ripped out of your chest and squeezed right in front of you. Wanting to distract yourself you looked around and skimmed over the crowd. You didn't want to admit that you were looking for him, but you were. You were about to take a drink of the vodka in your hands when you finally found him. You cursed every single higher being for the sight in front of you. There he was in the corner talking, dancing, and obviously flirting with some blonde girl. Their hands were all over the other’s body and they were close, too close, it made your body go numb. You felt completely defeated.
We were always a losing game.
Now your heart felt like it completely stopped working. You watched as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear with a giggle. The smirk that broke out on his face could've been seen from a mile away. Your cup slipped out of your hand and you felt it splash everywhere. You looked down and let out a shaky sigh. Quickly you grabbed the roll of paper towels and fell to your knees to clean up the mess, but it became harder and harder as your eyes started to blur with tears. You heard mumbling through the ringing in your ears but you didn't look up. You just sat there on the floor furiously cleaning up the spilled alcohol.
You finally looked up when the person shouted your name and placed a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. There stood Nico and Quinn. When they saw the tears running down your face both of their eyes filled with worry.
“What's wrong?” Nico questioned as he crouched down next to you.
“I spilled my fucking drink and I have to clean it up.”You continued scrubbing the floor.
“You've cleaned it all up,” he said softly. “You can stop now.” He gently grabbed your hand to stop you.
You looked at the floor and saw that he was right. The alcohol was gone but now it was being replaced with your tears spattering on the floor. You fully sat down on the floor and Nico followed.
“Okay, everyone out of the kitchen now!” Quinn shouted to the few people still standing around you, whispering to each other as they obviously gossiped about your breakdown. You watched as everyone listened and quickly walked away.
Quinn joined the two of you on the ground.
“Why are you crying?” Quinn asked as he scooted over to sit right next to you. You didn't want to say it was because of Trevor. You knew that no matter how much the two of them playfully argued and fought Trevor was like a third younger brother and, though he'd jokingly never admit it, he loved him. He didn't deserve to be burdened with your problems. But deep down he knew and you knew that he knew because of the look on his face.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you let out, in your opinion, a pathetically loud sob as you buried your head into his chest. Quinn didn't even care about the tears and makeup that were most definitely staining his shirt, he just cared about being there for you.
“He's over there with some girl.” you stuttered as you began to hyperventilate. “And I know I shouldn't be acting like this because we're supposed to be just friends but it hurts so fucking bad. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself!” You lifted your head
“I need you to take some deep breaths. You need to breathe.” Nico softly said. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath of his own so you could follow along.
“Alright, who told me everyone to leave the kitchen?” Jamie interrupted as he entered the kitchen. You looked over and saw that Jack and Luke had walked in too. ‘Fuck!’ You cursed in your head. It was hard enough crying in front of Quinn and Nico, now all of your closest friends were standing there watching you sob on the floor. You watched as they all quickly sobered up.
One by one they all sat on the floor with you. All of them extremely worried. You wanted to somewhat keep your composure so you didn’t freak them out, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore you just let it all out. You knew your makeup was probably a mess and your jersey, his jersey, was covered in tears and running mascara.
“He's over there, with some girl, and they're all over each other and I'm over here crying. God I'm such an idiot!” You hiccuped. You wiped your eyes with the sleeves of his jersey. All of them instantly knew who you were talking about. “You were right Jamie. I should have listened to you. It’s okay you can say ‘I told you so’…"
“I would never do that,” he said gently.
You watched as Quinn stood up, Jack and Luke quickly followed.
“Be right back.” Quinn mumbled, trying to hide the anger in his voice. You saw the three of them clench their jaws and ball their fists. Before you could protest they were gone. Now it was just you, Jamie, and Nico. They both scooted in closer and engulfed you in a hug.
“I guess giving us up didn't take a lot to him, huh?” You forced a chuckle trying to lighten the mood and joke but neither of them laughed or even looked slightly amused. You sighed. “Deep down I saw the end before it even began, but I still carried on.” You lowered your head.
You heard someone softly say your name and you instantly knew who it was. Trevor. He had that the slight roughness in his voice, the roughness he got after a one too many drinks and you hated that it was still sending shivers down your spine.
“Please look at me.”
You don't know how or where you got the courage, maybe it was because your friends were there to support you and protect you, but not only did you look up, you stood up and marched straight up to him.
“Babe-”
“Don't call me that! I think you have made it clear that I am not really your ‘babe' so stop torturing me by saying that!” You angrily interrupted. You knew that now everyone was staring at the two of you and the scene you were making.
“What's wrong? Talk to me. Why are you crying?” His eyes were soft and you wanted to let this whole thing go and forgive him but you knew you couldn't, your heart couldn't take this anymore. He took a step towards you as his hand came up and tried to caress you face but you pushed his hand away.
“You! You're what's wrong with me! You’re why I’m crying!” You spat. “I stupidly fell in love with you and loving you is a losing game and I got addicted to it. But now l'm done with your games, I have to be because now I need to go and put myself back together. So game over. I'm getting off of this emotional rollercoaster. I am completely drained because I've spent all of the love I had on you!” Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall and you didn't care you needed to say this before you lost the courage and let him back in. “I know I was nothing more than a quick fuck to you but to me you were everything and more. So this,” you gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is between us is over and so is our friendship. Because if I stay I'II let you back in and I will shatter into a million pieces and I will never be able to put myself back together again.” You walked past him and quickly headed towards the door.
You didn't want to stop but you remembered what you were wearing. You looked down and saw his now tear stained jersey. You turned around and Trevor was right behind you causing you to run face first into his chest, you quickly pushed him away and saw his eyes filled with hurt, panic, and tears.
“Can we please go up to my room and talk about this?” He pleaded. “I can't lose you...”
You softened for a second before regaining your composure. You didn't answer him, you just pulled his jersey over your head and threw it at him, not caring that you were now shirtless in front of all of these random people.
"Goodbye, Trevor.”
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“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
Will hums, flicking his focus away from his work for a moment, eyes narrowed.
“If you’re sure. Tell me if you need a break.”
Nico says nothing. When the prick of the suture needle drags through his inflamed, torn skin, pain pushing through the numbing cream, he grits his teeth and stays still. Will notices anyway.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, brushing a gentle finger along his cheek. “Three stitches left, and then we’re done, promise.” He frowns. “It’s gonna scar, though.”
Nico huffs bitterly, careful not to move his face too much, careful to keep his eyes blank and trained forward.
“Whatever. Can’t make me look worse than I already do.”
He bites his tongue, furious with himself. He doesn’t care about a stupid scar. He has more of them than he can count. He doesn’t even count them anymore, doesn’t even bother. Werewolf scratches? Whatever. Monster in the woods leaves a gash on his leg? A little bit of nectar and a bandage, he’s out of the infirmary in an hour, the bandage staying on for even less time. Spattering burns from the lava wall? Not even worth a hummed note from a busy Kayla. He’s a patchwork, and he doesn’t have the time nor freedom to give a shit. This is his life, this is all demigods’ lives.
…He’s never scarred his face before, though.
The hellhound had caught him off guard. He’d been — distracted, stupidly, walking through the wood with his head in the clouds. It had snuck up on him, scratched him from temple to cheek before he could blink. He’s damn lucky he didn’t lose his eye.
The snip of the medical scissors startles him, eyes flicking to Will’s face on reflex. There’s a wrinkle in the space between his eyebrows, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth. Nico can smell the pungent salve, eucalyptus and lavender and something else he doesn’t recognise. It tickles pleasantly as Will spreads it gently over his red, torn, inflamed skin. He presses a cotton pad to Nico’s eye in silence, guiding his hand to hold it while he wraps it around Nico’s head.
The medic makes a little humming noise as he pulls away, tilting Nico’s head left to right as he inspects his work. Clearly satisfied, he nods, then busies himself with removing his gloves and organizing his suture set. Nico slides off the bed and walks over to the little square mirror on the infirmary wall, next to the nurse’s station. He looks quickly around, checking that the infirmary is empty — except for Will, it is — and then squares himself in front of it, examining himself critically.
It could be worse.
The first thing he notices is how stark the sterile bandage is against his skin. He’s tanned in his time at Camp Half-Blood, obviously, endless sun and walks around camp deepening his skin back to its original shade. His hair has grown out, wavy and fine and framing his face. Freckles dot his nose. His eyes — his eye — is dark, dark, dark brown, iris barely distinguishable from pupil. His cheeks are no longer sunken (were his cheekbones always this high?) and his ears stick out a little.
He looks, to his bewilderment, like Bianca. Without the bandage on his face, and if he grew his hair out a little more, they could be — twins.
“It’s never a good thing to worry what others think,” Will muses, voice floating in the empty air. Nico startles, whirling around to face him. He slides the last sterilized instrument — tiny surgical scissors — into its case, then turns to face Nico, smile soft and eyes like clear sky. “But for what it’s worth, I’ve been crushing on you forever, and I don’t think you’re any less gorgeous. With or without the scar.”
For the split second after Will speaks, Nico’s ears ring like T.V. static. Crush. Forever. Gorgeous.
The rage bubbles up in him so quickly it burns, red-hot, sharp and painful. He recognises half of it as hurt. Another chunk as — confusion, bewilderment, childish fear.
The look on Will’s face strikes him silent before he can open his mouth to seethe.
Nico knows how to read people. He has to. He’d learnt it quickly and he’d learnt it young, because he’d be dead if he didn’t. He knows the averted eyes of insincerity, the bitten-red lips of a liar, the twisting fingers linked with a con-man’s smile.
Will carries none of them.
Apollo’s golden child, he squirms when he lies. Diverts attention when Austin asks him the last time he slept, smiles a guilty smile and changes the subject when the last pack of Twizzlers goes mysteriously missing from the Hermes’ cabin secret stash. His dishonesty is easy to read.
His smile is wide, if a little lopsided, and his too-wide eyes don’t leave Nico’s face. His hands, for once, are still.
Nico swallows.
“Stitches will be out in a week,” Will says, seemingly oblivious to Nico’s gawking. “Bandages changed twice a day. And, Nico, for Olympus’ sake —” his stare turns stern — “do not be a stranger. I’d appreciate your company. Obviously.”
He leaves Nico staring as he damn near sashays out of the Big House, humming to himself.
What in Hades.
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part two
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day four
~2.2k
chapter select!
she woke up well-rested and smiley.
she decided to go ahead and prepare for the day as well, greeting mirko as she got a drink of water before going to shower.
the mission wasn't until two in the afternoon, which meant they'd have to be at best jeanist's agency at noon.
so she had three hours just to herself.
she soaked in the sun, effectively getting her meal for the day, as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.
huge weights were off her shoulders with bakugo, but still
she'd promised she'd explain her feelings after the quirk wore off.
"you really shouldn't be worrying about that today,
not unless you really wanna die. and i kinda don't want my best partner to die so.. leave it for later."
rumi (mirko) said, while handing her tea.
she accepted, and sipped it slowly.
"yeah, you're right. for tomorrow then.
tomorrow."
for the rest of the time, she relaxed around, soaking in just enough sun so she wouldn't get a stomachache, but not too little so she wouldn't get a headache.
she watched some t.v, ate some snacks for fun, doom scrolled again,
all until rumi ordered her to start her ready.
it's not like they weren't late yesterday already, but she guessed real missions were a lot more important than debriefings.
the only sound in the huge room was music as rumi and [name] both prepared for the mission at hand.
[name] admired herself in the hallway mirror as she waited for rumi to hurry up.
as soon as mirko stepped out, [name] opened the door for them both, and shut it behind them.
as they walked, [name] texted mina, thinking she'd be too busy to respond.
flowered[name]
crazy stuff happened yesterday
accidental confession gone right
but i worked it out with bakugo so my
life is no longer the worst :))
delivered
now that that's out of the way-
oh mina texted back.
alienqueenslime
NO WAY
YOUR LYING
flowered[name]
youre*
and i'm telling the truth so
do w that what you will
i got a mission tho so i won't respond at all :D
alienqueenslime
you can't just drop that and leave ong
omg**
the second u step in the dorms your explaining what's up [name]
read 10:47
she muted the suddenly lively "OPERATION [NAME] x BAKUGO" chat.
she had to focus, her life was on the line from now on.
after a familiar walk, with an even more fmailair annoyance at the time they lost because of mirko's rabid fans,
they arrived at the agency, [name]'s heart in her throat.
she'd be dealing with real murderers, people who viewed her as a disgrace to society. people who wouldn't care about killing her.
she had to be flawless. it's all she could afford.
⋆。˚ ⋆。˚ ❁
the walk to the area was calm.
she couldn't stop her hands from trembling as she walked. the missions she'd been on before had involved murders, injuries, and blood splattered. it'd involved her hurting people to the brink of death, seeing the destruction she caused.
but in her mind this was another level of cruelty though. they were killing heroes just to prove something.
how many bodies would they let fall to prove their point? would she become on--
she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"calm down. you're strong, and the rest of us are too. you're not gonna get hurt. or fucking die or something, got it?"
"got it."
best jeanist and mirko continued to lead them through a building, they had to climb to the top.
now was the waiting game.
genie would pass through this alleyway at approximately three o-clock sharp. it was currently two-forty.
the twenty minutes of waiting was pure anxiety manifested.
katsuki kept annoyingly walking around in a circle, seemingly bored as hell.
mirko wasn't any better, the thumping of her foot revealing her anticipation.
best jeanist had been eyeing the same spot in the alleyway for the entire duration.
and [name] was fighting off the internal deja vu that came from being on the building.
"you scared?" katsuki suddenly asked.
"yes."
"oh yeah, almost forgot you're a truth teller now or some shit."
"right."
she continued to mess with her hands, now shaking slightly. even more with his added presence.
"so, you think i'm too weak to save you? is that it?"
[name]'s face scrunched up in confusion as her truth left her mouth. "no. where did that come from?"
"do you think dumb and dumber behind me can't save you?"
"no. why are you asking me this?"
he turned to look her in the eyes, his arms moving dramatically to make his point.
"then wipe that look off your face and focus. we're all strong as hell, you're strong too, you being on this team is proof.
so, get the fuck out of your head already. it's pissing me off."
he turned and got back to his strolling around.
he's right. [name] thought.
he always is.
just as [name] was about to thank him, she suddenly sensed the presence of a group of people in the building under her.
nine.. no.. twelve vigilantes were waiting for genie too.
mirko sensed it too, and immediately signaled to bakugo and jeanist not to speak anymore.
it was time.
as genie did their routine inspection through the alley, calling out for any homeless or lost civilians along the way, they suddenly became surrounded by.. it had to be at least twenty villains.
one of them suddenly spoke out to them.
"does it feel nice to be rich because of us?"
"what?" genie replied, genuinely confused.
"you're only rich off the suffering we cause to people. the suffering of humanity as a whole."
"what are you talking abo--"
"if people like you didn't exist, heroes who are only in it for the money, heroes who misuse their quirks to hurt people, villains or not, we wouldn't need heroes at all."
"maybe, but that's not what's happening. that's not the society we live in, so you all should stop playing hypotheticals." genie reasoned, trying to discreetly call for backup.
before one of them noticed and used a string quirk to snatch the device out their hands.
genie scoffed. "so what? you kill me and a couple heroes, go back and feel good about yourselves? why not kill a couple villains instead--"
"we have. and don't worry about your future, it was set in stone the day you began to study as a hero. playing hypotheticals might be what we're doing now but,
soon it could very much be a reality."
the twenty villains all assumed fighting stances, it seemed at least five of them were quirkless or had non-combative quirks, as nothing manifested directly from their bodies.
genie was suddenly bound by strings, and before they could manifest their three wishes, they were silenced by another villain's quirk.
mirko and jeanist motioned to both bakugo and [name] to get ready for battle. they were jumping in.
with mirko and bakugo as close-range fighters, and jeanist and [name] as support, they ran in to stop the fight from progressing.
"oh, so more heroes joined the party? don't you feel bad using literal children to fight your battles?"
"oh shut the hell up! you don't know what you're talking about, i'm here because i'm destined to be the best, number one. and you losers are nothing to me!" bakugo proclaimed, letting out a huge explosion with his gauntlets.
while it managed to knock out a couple of the villains, the talkative one seemed to have a deflective quirk.
"so, you're interested in heroism just for the money and fame too huh? guess we have to take you out before you become a future problem, kid."
the same explosion that was absorbed by the man's reflective ability was then released back,
with his aim on mirko.
she dodged just in time.
jeanist used the fibers in the clothes around them and managed to restrain another handful of villains.
it seemed they had only had a small number of actual combative quirks, and used their pure numbers as an intimidation tactic.
the six left standing were protected by some sort of force,
they thankfully had no bargaining power, as genie had escaped during bakugo's first attack.
the force didn't extend to the ground beneath them, so [name] let out a devastating attack that scattered the group evenly across the wide alleyway.
it seemed whoever made the force field couldn't keep it up unless they weren't at harm.
only two of them had now revealed their quirks, with the rest being unknown.
bakugo and jeanist blazed through their enemies, explosion after explosion was let out as they plowed through.
the energy-absorbent man became no issue as jeanist focused on him instead, giving him no power to bounce off of.
mirko and [name] however waited for the others to make a move first.
a villain finally did, with blades unsheathing from every part of his body he ran in to attack mirko.
if [name] didn't have to worry about the two suddenly charging her, she would've had an easy advantage over him.
"you heroes think you're so much better than we are, you're not! take this!" he threw a star shaped object at her, and it clung to her body.
she tried to rip it off fast, but she was suddenly winded by a punch,
crap. that other lady.
she was thrown into the ground, a painfully harsh exhale leaving her lips as she made contact with the floor.
"[name]!" katsuki yelled, attempting to rush over to her aid.
jeanist had finished restraining the other villains, the ones she and mirko were facing were the only ones left.
but a forcefield suddenly overcame her.
the realization set in as she saw the strange purple field set over her.
she'd have to beat the two herself.
katsuki, who skidded to a stop at the sight of the forcefield, felt at a loss.
he needed to help her, but he couldn't. he felt so helpless.
"fuck! [name] don't you dare die or ill fucking kill you!"
his words didn't reach her as the villains started to mock her.
"are you scared little girl? you picked a big fight."
"i'm scared as hell." i didn't want to say that.
"but ill try."
"try what?"
"try to win."
she was so terrified. terrified at the realization that these people didn't care if she died. they'd even prefer it that way. she was so preoccupied that she didn't notice mirko had taken down the blade-filled man, and was now attempting to break down the forcefield.
the villains mocking words and laughs were incoherent as she tried to form a plan and fast.
okay, if i take out the force field. i can get help.
the woman is the one who's upholding it, so i have to focus on her, no matter what.
the grass that had been under the laid concrete that was destroyed as she fell was now partly exposed. a small leaf from the overgrown side of the building right on top.
i can win.
she got up, and feigned attacks at the man with the--
wait, what was his quirk anyways?
as he dodged her attacks, he started counting down out loud.
"ten, nine, eight,"
she didn't know what would happen, but she didn't want to find out. his words revived the huge pit of despair that she had grown accustomed to. she frantically used the rocks around her to attack as fast as she could, while slowly growing a vine towards the force-fielder.
"seven, six, five"
the vine was almost reaching the lady's leg, just a little further. her arms were burning from the force she was exterting.
"four, three, two"
all the tenseness had finally left her body.
a smile adorned her face.
it made it.
"one!"
as the star shape object blew up on her body, the vine had rapidly grown to fully restrain the other villain.
while the damage on the exterior of her body was a wound that resulted only from the small explosion that occurred on her body, it sent a paralysis through her that sent her falling.
i won.
mirko tackled the star-wielding man, effectively knocking him out.
jeanist quickly restrained the remaining villains and called for a medic, as katsuki ran to her side.
she was awake, just in shock.
"hey, [name], you okay?" katsuki said, his voice unsure, and softer than usual. He shook her lightly."
"i'm so scared, but happy.
i won.
did you see?"
it felt like katsuki was the one hit with a truth quirk at the question.
"of course i did, you went insane [name]."
she let out a satisfied laugh, accompanied by an "ow!" afterwards after she had tried to reposition herself.
"okay, well, as my victory reward, i'm gonna go to sleep.
don't think i'm dead or anything."
she shut her eyes immediately after. what she didn't know was that her absolute happiness at being recognized by her crush, who she respected so much, made small pink roses blossom out of the crack in the floor.
all that she remembered before she drifted off to sleep, was the feeling of being picked up, and the distinct smell of caramel.
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Collar-ful Engravings
Vox x Hellhound!Reader - Fluff - Gender Neutral
Vox gets a hell hound, you, as a business gift. He doesn't really care about you until he sees how much your presence bothers Alastor. Now he's all about you, spoiling you and flaunting you around. Now, he's even got a gift with your name on it... its not too tight now, is it?
TW: Unsexualized petplay(? Reader is a Hellhound so it comes with the territory?), any Hazbin Hotel warnings
Hello hello!!! This is my first attempt at publishing a fanfic. I know it's not perfect so if you have any feedback then please let me know!! Remember to stay hydrated and remember you are loved! <3
You cleared your throat; the sensation of something against such a vulnerable place felt odd. The collar sat proudly around your neck, the design wasn't anything over-the-top, which was how you preferred most things. It was black with a simple silver buckle but in neat cyan cursive engravings read “Vox”.
Vox stood next to you as you stared in the mirror, you hands gingerly testing the fine leather.
"So what do you think? Pretty nice, right? I had Velvette pick the material. It's not too tight now, is it? If you don't like something about it then I can get it altered, or better yet, get you a new one. I think a neat collection would be nice, wouldn't it?" The T.V. head rambled behind you, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. Occasionally, his hand would lift off to do some gesture, ever the animated talker.
"No, it's..." You struggled for words. Oddly possessive? A bit kinky? Really fucking embarrassing to wear? "It's something. Nice quality it's just... a bit much, don't you think...?" You chose your words carefully, not hoping to incite his wrath. You were never a disobedient hellhound after all.
He laughed off your concerns. "Of course not! You're now a face in the brand. You need to represent, y'know? People have to know who you belong to, that you're associated with the best of the best," he explained, turning you around by your shoulders. He didn't seem to understand how his words sounded. People have to know who you belong to.
You tried to school your face into something a little more pleasant, so he at least knew you were receptive to his generosity. "Thank you, sir. I believe this luxury is wasted on me though. There are better ways to allocate your resources and money rather than on some random mutt,” you tried your best to explain your thoughts gently. You winced at his unamused expression. It felt like you were letting him down simply by letting the emotions slip.
“No, no, no. None of that” he chided, booping your nose with his index finger. Your snout wrinkled up as it always did when he booped you. “Are you judging my taste? My impeccable eye? Keep your head up high. You aren't just some mutt. No, you are among the big players, so show some respect for yourself. Anyways, it'll show off your brand-new accessory better if you keep your chin up,” he hummed, grabbing your chin to tilt your head higher. He always spoke in such a theatrical way that lifted your mood. Your thoughts may not be kind to yourself, but he was plenty proud of you to make you feel better.
You instinctively straightened up, not wanting to let him down. He smiled, clearly pleased. “There we go. Now then,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the loft and into the elevator. During the long trip down (seriously, it always took a bit to get from the top floor where all the Vee's usually buzzed around in to the bottom) Vox's screen split into two.
On one side was his face, on the other were designs for another collar. The sight of him going split-screen always amused you greatly, reminding you of the silly reddit story videos trending in the living world. “I was thinking for the next collar we go all out. There's this trend of really decked out chokers with charms, charms and all the ribbons. We can easily apply it here, so look, what do you prefer? Black or silver chain? Ah, actually let's just get both variations,” he seemed to be more of talking to himself as he guided himself through a collar shopping spree.
You were flustered at all the spoiled attention he was giving you. You felt like a cute doll with how he pampered you, meant to sit still and look pretty as he handled all the rest. It was funny, to think a few months ago you were simply another hell hound in your old master's army of hell hounds, doomed to do menial labor for the rest of your life. Now you were on T.V. screens, even a few posters. You were a mini celebrity, the latest gossip when people talked about Vox.
“How about we leave it to Miss Velvette? It's more of her department,” you suggested meekly. You hoped Velvette would have some mercy and create less flashy collars.
He snapped his fingers, creating finger guns pointed at you. His face maximized, no longer sharing two windows. “You’re right. She'll make sure it's perfect. We can even get some new outfits to match,” he agreed much to your relief.
The elevator doors opened and it was like being seared by a million blinking suns. Vox's hand traveled to your waist, pulling you against his side as he flashed a charming grin. You blinked, trying to look pretty and charming to some degree as your eyes adjusted to the flashing cameras. He guided you out, the reporters parting like the Red Sea for the two of you. You were always impressed that they never tried to block him, but you supposed frying a few daring reporters and stepping over them when they tried him was an effective message.
You shifted closer into his side, a feeble attempt at shielding yourself from the lenses. To the outside perspective it was a sultry move, as if bragging that only you could get close to him. The news articles for the next few days would rave about this, much to your future dismay.
“Sir, where are we going?” You muttered to him, a shy smile on your face.
“There's a new VoxTek megastore opening. We are doing the opening. You want to hold the scissors for the ribbon?” He teased you, his claws pressing into your side slightly to convey his joking intent. It wasn't a threatening gesture, but rather a comforting one. The pressure was like a gentle reminder that he was here, with you, holding you, and his grip was firm, ensuring no rascal could steal you away.
His smile seemed to grow even larger as you both walked down the street. You glanced around, noting nothing of interest or joy around the two of you. He looked down at you, as if understanding your confusion.
“They're already posting about your latest accessory. I wonder, if they're going so wild over a collar, what will they say when the leash comes in?”
Ah shit, he got you a leash too?
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my favorite part
Stray Kids Imagine
Summary: what body part of yours is your boyfriend’s favorite?
18+ !! smut (warnings under the cut) hehe, mature themes, cussing, the works
-OT8
-7.8k words (im sorry idk im mentally unwell)
(smut warnings: rough, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), oral (m & f), foot fetish (mind ur business), degradation, body worship, creampie lowk, if there’s more lmk)
format:
1. before you are dating
2. after you become a couple
3. smut.
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Bang Chan: your back
Chan always has his hand on your back. Whether he has his hand on your lower back and is guiding you through a crowd or if you are laying in bed together. He loves to lay face to face with you and rest his hand on your back.
"Your back is so pretty," Chan's fingers lightly graze over your lower back. He had bought you a low back dress to wear to your date tonight. The plummet stops just above your butt, preventing you from wearing any underwear, which he was also well aware of.
"You tell me often, Channie," you reply and smile at him through the mirror. He is the sweetest and he always has his own way of showing it. His hand trails up your spine until he reaches your shoulder and rubs both of them lightly with both hands before letting them trail back down, leaving electricity in their wake.
"Stunning," he mumbles out below his breath and kneels down, pressing a kiss to your lower back, then the middle of your back, then between your should blades.
Although the two of you haven't kissed yet, this feels just as intimate as a kiss would and you feel your face heat up at the affection that he is giving you.
“You’re too sweet to me, Bang Chan,” you giggle out as his fingers graze your spine again, causing a chill to shudder throughout your entire body.
“Because I want you to be mine,” he replies simply, his hands on your waist and his thumbs rubbing your exposed back.
—2—
"I love your back so much, baby," Chan lets his hand lay flat on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. You smile and turn your head away from the T.V., resting your chin on his chest.
Chan was already looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You push your body up, allowing yourself to touch his lips with your own before returning to your position with your cheek on his chest.
Chan's hand creeps under the sweater you have on and he lets his pinky inch into the waistband of your leggings so his full hand was on your bare skin.
“You always tell me this, Channie,” you breathe out and start to watch the show again. You feel him chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath your cheek.
“I know. I just never want you to forget it. You are the first person I have ever met that got me so hot and bothered by just their back,” he mumbles quietly, almost like he was embarrassed and now it is your turn to laugh.
“Are you admitting to being absolutely obsessed with my back right now?” you tease, poking at his sides with your fingers. He wiggles under your touch, pulling you even closer to himself to try to make you stop.
“I’m obsessed with everything about you,” he admits and you sit up again to press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips.
—3—
"Fuck you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. Look at yourself," Chan's hand finds your chin from behind as he continues to thrust into you. He turns your face to force you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.
The sight in front of you is insanely erotic and you have to fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head. Your mascara was ruined, running down your face and your neck. It now covered Chan’s hand that was gripping your chin tightly.
You make eye contact through the mirror and he lets out a groan at the sight of you. He breaks the eye contact and looks down where your bodies are connected. He places both hands on your hips, his thumbs resting on your lower back and you drop your head again.
“I said look at yourself,” he repeats himself and grips your chin again, forcing you to look at him in the mirror.
Chan releases your face and places one hand on the sink and the other on your back, pushing you even further into the sink.
"F-fuck, Chris. You feel so good," you moan out, half your mind already leaving from how good Chan was making you feel.
"I love fucking you from behind and seeing this pretty back tense up when you're about to cum," he groans out and speeds up his thrusts, feeling you clench around him. The pleasure overwhelms your body and you scream out.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck Chris," you're chanting out as his pace never slows down, fucking you to oversensitivity before he pulls out and cums on your back, jerking himself until he is certain he is empty.
"You are so perfect. Look at this pretty back covered in my cum. Should I take a picture?" he questions and you let a laugh out, your legs feeling like jelly under you.
"Shut up," you mumble out, trying your best to compose yourself. Then you think that it couldn’t hurt and you are curious to see what Chan is so obsessed with.
“Go ahead,” you grumble out and Chan scrambles to grab his phone that was sitting on the sink before he stands behind you again, taking a picture with flash of his cum all over your back.
“Ready for round two?” he questions and you shake your head, holding up a finger.
“Give me like…two minutes,” you breathe out and hear him chuckle behind you.
Lee Know: butt (i had to)
We all know that Lee Know is always on the lookout for butts. You saw it with his friends before you ever even really knew him. He would randomly grab or smack his friend's butts.
The first time Minho touches your butt, he doesn't even realize he did it. And as much as you would be creeped out if anyone else did it, it made you realize how comfortable Minho had gotten around you. He treats you exactly how he treats his closest friends and it makes your heart flutter.
"Hey, champ. How is lunch going?" Minho questions nonchalantly, his hand making gentle contact with your butt. You jump at the action and he leans on the counter next to you, looking down at what you're doing.
"Are you comfortable around me?" your question causes him to immediately look at your face, confusion all over it.
"Of course, y/n. You're my lady," he smiles at you. You smile back, pushing him lightly with your arm. He always does this, probably knowing that you have the fattest crush on him.
"Oh, hush. Stop teasing me," you scold him and turn back to focus on cutting up lunch.
“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t want to be my lady,” he says quietly, his hand reaching out to rub your lower back, his pinky resting dangerously close to your ass. You feel your breath hitch in your throat but you roll your eyes anyways trying to keep your composure.
“I-I said stop teasing me. Especially pretending to flirt with me all the time,” you glance over at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. He makes his way to behind you and rests his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.
You tense up, letting the knife freeze over the vegetable you are cutting. The heat from his body overtakes your senses and you have to fore yourself to breathe.
He leans in closer and you can feel the zipper of his jeans pressing into your ass through your leggings. He is practically pressing the most sensitive part of himself up against you. If he didn’t have on jeans and instead had on sweatpants, you are certain you would have been able to feel the outline of him.
“Who said I was pretending?” he whispers into you ear, sending chills down your neck and back.
—2—
You feel Minho's hand make contact with your ass before you even realize he is in the room. You squeak in surprise and then feel him gently knead where he had just smacked you. He climbs onto the bed, straddling your thighs and presses his chest to your back.
"You should know better than to lay on your stomach with me around. Especially with these little leggings on," he pinched your butt and you groan, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
"Hush, Lee Minho. I'm trying to read," you reprimand him and he sighs, scooting down your body. He places a kiss to your tail bone then to each of your cheeks before flipping over and laying his head on the soft flesh.
"Read out loud," He suggests, his hand trailing up and down your calf absentmindedly. You let out a sigh and he slides his other hand behind his head to rest on your ass, his elbow on the bed
"You won't know what's going on," you counter, glancing back at your boyfriend. His eyes are closed and he looks in complete bliss. He shrugs and squeezes your ass before dropping his arm and letting it rest across his stomach.
"Don't care," he murmurs and you let out a chuckle before flipping the page and starting to read aloud.
—3—
"I love this view. I could stare all day," Minho pulls away from your soaking core, half from his spit and half from how wet you are.
"Baby.. don't tease. Please?" you plead to your boyfriend. He has you bent over, your elbows on a pillow while he absolutely devoured you from behind. Every time he sensed you about to cum, he would pull back before you could.
"You want me to fuck this perfect pussy already? Would you rather me fuck your tight ass?" He asks, his thumbs spreading you open to tongue fuck your core again. You let out a groan and reach behind you, pushing his face closer to your pussy.
He feels you about to cum and this time, he allows it. He dives deeper into your pussy and you also push his face closer as your orgasm washes over you. After being edged a few times, it hits you like a ton of bricks when you finally get that release.
He groans at you forcing him to bury his face into you as you came. You let out a string of moans as you came around his tongue. He licks a long stripe from your throbbing hole, up your perineum, around the tight ring of muscle until he reaches your tailbone, planting a kiss. He sucks gently on the flesh before moving over to each of your ass cheeks and planting a kiss. He can feel you shuddering from the after shock and he laughs.
"Taste so good, baby," He sits up and pulls you back towards his body, his hands on your hips were the only thing keeping you from collapsing as you recover from your orgasm.
"May I?" he asks sarcastically and before you can even reply, he eases into you. You let out a groan, the oversensitivity almost too much but you quickly adjust.
"Fuck yourself on me, princess. I want to see this pretty ass move," he commands, landing a slap to your ass before gripping it tightly. You oblige instantly, fucking yourself back onto your boyfriend.
Every time you meet his pelvis with your ass, the squish and jiggle of your flesh has his head all over the place. He feels like he might lose his mind from all you were doing to him. He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop before leaning over and kissing the back of your neck.
“You’re so needy aren’t you,” he whispers in your ear and you nod, eagerly, wanting to continue what you had started. He laughs again at this and sits back up on his knees.
He lands a harsh slap to your ass but instead of a squeak, you let out a nearly pornographic moan and the sound flips a switch in Minho. He takes grip of your hips again and starts fucking you beyond comprehension.
Your brain turns to mush as you have a second and a third orgasm, without Minho ever pulling out of you. Tears were streaming down your face and Minho loved every second of it. The sight alone of your ass against him has him fending off his own orgasm with all his willpower he can muster.
Chnagbin: thighs
Before you two started dating, you noticed that he had taken a liking to your thighs. He would talk to you and his hand would tap your thigh or pat it if he was trying to make a point. He honestly didn’t even notice it. It was like a magnet just brought his hand to your thigh.
He then started to enjoy laying on your lap.
“Can you play with my hair?” Changbin asks quietly and you look up from your phone at his pouting face before tapping your thighs, signaling him to lie down.
He does and he immediately makes himself comfortable, tucking his hand under your thigh as you detangle his hair and he quickly falls asleep.
He always sits with a hand on your thigh. If you're in the car or just sitting on the couch, he has a hand on your thigh. He likes to pull your legs into his lap and rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly. He isn't sure when he got so obsessed with your thighs, but neither of you are complaining.
One day you were both watching a scary movie and you had your knees pulled up to your chest, protecting yourself from the scary scenes. Changbin let his forearm rest on your knee but before long, between you jumping and him jumping, his arm fell between your legs.
He wrapped his arm around your thigh, his hand laying on the back of your thigh. Butterflies erupted from your chest and you felt your whole body tense up. Once he started rubbing your thighs, it was like a puddle in your underwear.
—2—
"I can't see," you complain from your spot next to Changbin, although he couldn't really see either. You two were in a crowd at a concert and not only were you back in the grass, you were behind an insane amount of people.
"Want to get on my shoulders? Your favorite song is coming on next," he offers and you smile at him. He is too precious.
"I'm gonna be heavy, baby," you complain and turn again to stand on your tip toes and try to get a view of the stage. He walks behind you and squats down, pushing his head between your thighs before standing up. You let out a squeak and rest your hands on his head. You were about to scold him but got easily distracted.
You were perched up high on his shoulders and could finally see everything, just in time for your favorite song to begin.
"Oh my gosh, Binnie! It's crazy up there. Hand me your phone!" You exclaim above him. He reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone. You take it and snap a few pictures and videos of the stage so he could see it as well.
When the song came to an end, you expected Changbin to put you down, but he didn't.
"Baby, I know I'm heavy. You can put me down now," you laugh and pat the top of his head. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then a little nibble, making you jump.
"You're not heavy. This is the reason I go to the gym, y'know," he teases and turns his head, biting your other thigh.
"Hey!" you exclaim as his teeth clamp down on the flesh.
He was really just happy to have your thighs on either side of him like this, especially exposed since you had on shorts.
—3—
"I love having these thighs wrapped around my head. I could die right here," Changbin grumbles out against your cunt. You moan when he reconnects with your throbbing clit.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," your groan out, wrapping a hand into his hair. He groans as you tug lightly at his roots. He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs until his hands rest on your inner thighs.
Your orgasm comes crashing through you and Changbin pulls back as you come down from your high. He turns his head, kissing your right thigh before sucking a mark there. He observes his work and the deep purple bruise that is already forming.
"Binnie, you're gonna mark me up," you complain and he chuckles at your complaint. He knows you enjoy his mouth on your thighs just as much as he does.
"You're the one that decided to wear that little skirt today. Thought I wasn't going to ruin you, princess? Or was this your plan all along," he inquires and sucks another hickey next to the one he had already sucked into you. He trails kisses back towards your core and just his breath against your still sensitive cunt has you shivering.
"Let's keep going. I'm just getting started, sweetheart," he speaks up and before you can protest, his hands are on your thighs, prying them apart.
He licks his lips before leaning down to your exposed soaking cunt and continuing to ravish you.
Hyunjin: feet (wbk)
Everyone would always joke with you when you and Hyunjin became a little more than friends.
"You know he likes feet right? I have proof," Minho speaks up to you and your eyebrows fall into a furrow at this statement.
"Who?"
"Hyunjin," he replies, pulling his phone out. He scrolls for a little while before stopping and flipping the phone to show you. It was a picture of Hyunjin with Minho's foot in his mouth. You burst out laughing and grab his phone to look at the picture more closely
"This doesn't mean anything! Plus you have a sock on so I don't think it counts," You laugh out and hand his phone back just and Hyunjin walks into the room.
"What are you two laughing at?" Hyunjin asks, plopping down next to you and resting his arm on the couch behind you.
"Your foot fetish," you tease, elbowing him in the ribs. He freezes on the spot and looks at Minho with narrowed eyes.
"W-what are you talking about," he asks and lets his arms fall to your shoulder, pulling you into himself. You laugh and Hyunjin changes the topic before you can stay on this conversation.
—2—
The first time you realize that it may not be a complete joke, is a few weeks after the two of you officially started dating.
You stumble drunkenly into the house and towards the couch, plopping yourself down. You sigh and let your legs relax, Hyunjin was by your side in a moment.
A night out to celebrate their recent win had gotten you far too drunk and much drunker than anyone else, including the boys who actually won the award.
"You okay, baby?" he asks quietly, kneeling in front of you. You nod, letting your eyes close to try to stop the room from spinning.
"Yeah. Just," you sigh and take a deep breath, "Dizzy," you gasp out and throw an arm over your face, your cool skin to your hot face helping a little.
Hyunjin carefully unstraps your right heel, tilting your foot to slide the shoe off. He presses his lips to the ball of your foot. They were red from having been on your feet all night and the sensation sends chills up your spine. It was a place you had never been kissed and the feeling was strange but also quite intimate.
He pulls your other shoe off and repeats the action on the other foot as well. He trails his lips to the arch of your foot, then your ankle, then your calf before he finally looks up at you. You were looking at him from under your arm, eyes glazed over.
"Is it weird that this is turning me on right now?" you question and laugh. Your laugh is cut short though when the overwhelming feeling of needing to let the drinks out takes over your body and you stand abruptly, running to the bathroom.
—3—
You graze your foot up Hyunjin's calf, then thigh, before pressing down on the bulge in his pants. He clears his throat and shoots you a glare over his wine glass at the table. You move your foot a bit, feeling him grow hard under your touch.
"Hyunjin, you okay?" Chan questions from beside you and he breaks eye contact from you to glance at his older friend.
"Yeah, Jinnie. You okay? You look a little...hot," you bat your eyelashes innocently at him and his jaw clenches.
"Yeah I-I'm fine. Just a bit tired," he smiles at Chan and lets his hand fall into his lap, resting on your foot against his cock. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly, anyone looking would think he would just be adjusting in his seat and not rutting against your foot.
"Want to go to bed?" you offer and pull your foot from his grip, causing him to shudder. He nods and you stand, distracting Chan from his friend so he doesn't notice how hard he had gotten just a foot (lol) away from him.
"I'm gonna tuck the princess in. Goodnight, Channie," you smile and pat him lightly on the head as you walk passed and he tells you both goodnight. You barely make it into the room before Hyunjin has you pushed onto the bed and is hovering above you.
"You think you are so funny don't you," he comments, his tone demanding and you moan as he licks a stripe up the column of your throat. He trails kisses down your body, down your legs, down to your ankle until he is at your feet.
"Answer me," he commands, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He takes one of your toes in his mouth, sucking lightly before he pulls away.
"I-I just wanted some attention," you confess and Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly, pressing his cock against the bottom of your foot. He starts to move leisurely, stimulating himself with your foot.
"Mhm. Is that right? You were so needy that you wanted to get me hard right in front of Chan? Did you want me to ask him to join us? So he can see how dirty you get?" he questions, speeding up his rutting against your foot.
He lets out a few cusses before he's cumming, all over your feet and ankles. He rubs his fingers through his own cum before crawling up and stuffing them into your mouth.
"Since you are so needy, suck on my fingers and if you do a good job, maybe I'll think about stuffing this tight cunt," he growls, inches from your face. He rests his hand against your cunt and you roll your hips against him, desperate for friction.
"You're this wet from a foot job? That is borderline pathetic," he degrades you and you bite your lip before his crash into yours.
Han: lips
"Let me get a kiss," You hear Jisung beside you and you turn to him, his big puppy dog eyes staring at you. He rests his head in his hands and closes his eyes, puckering his lips at you.
"Ask Felix," you roll your eyes and turn back to your phone, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You would never let him know the effect he has on you. You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of the boys but somehow Han Jisung had crawled his way into your heart.
"You are heartless," He groans and rolls over on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You laugh and stand, walking over to him. He puckers his lips again as you stand above him. You kiss your hand and bring it down to his lips.
"Indirect kiss. Does that satisfy you?" you question and cross your arms. Jisung smiles and sits up, turning to face you. Your faces were much closer now so you try to sit up to get a little further from him. He notices and grabs the back of your neck, preventing you from moving away from him.
"Not really. I want to feel those pretty lips on mine," He breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up at you. You blink a few times, your body turning up a million degrees before you snap out of it and sit up.
"Ugh, Jisung," you groan, walking out of the room.
—2—
Jisung tackles you onto the bed and you laugh, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He pulls back after a moment and stares at you.
"So I look good then?" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had gotten ready to go out with some friends, complete with a red lip.
"Good? Baby you look amazing," He assures you and places a kiss to your lips, unexpectedly. You push him away from you quickly, worried about him ruining your freshly done makeup.
"Yah! Don't mess my makeup up, Jisung!" you exclaim and he pouts, which you mirror to tease him, letting your bottom lip jut out.
"Oh my God. Don't make that face. It's making it harder to not ruin your lipstick. Your lips are so perfect," He complains and pushes away from you slightly to get a better look at your lips, painted red.
"I already messed it up a little bit," he mumbles and brings his thumb up, swiping just under your lip line. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed in focus, then he lets his thumb dip into your mouth.
You suck on his thumb against your tongue without even thinking. It was almost like a habit and the way your lips looked around Jisung's thumb, he thought he would cum right here, right now.
"Fuck. You need to leave and I need to take a cold shower now," he laughs and sits up, making his way to the bathroom.
"Call me if you need a ride later!" he calls out and you nod, gathering your things and heading towards your car to meet your friends.
—3—
"Fuck, y/n. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh my God," Jisung was staring down at you, his hands tied to the head board above him and his legs tied to the bed post below him.
You let his cock fall from your lips with a pop, right before he cums and he whines out, looking down at you as you lazily stroke him.
"Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me," You command and he peels his eyes open, glassy from the denied orgasm and nods at you. You place a kiss to the head of his cock and feel him jump, muttering a quiet cuss under his breath.
You take his entire length into your mouth again and all Jisung can stare at is the way your lips look wrapped around his cock. He cums, second later without warning and you swallow quickly, almost choking on the unexpected release.
He is breathing heavily and you crawl up his body, before he can get soft, however, you hover yourself over his sensitive cock and sink down onto him, your walls welcoming him.
His back arches off the bed and he throws his head back, letting out a whine at the sensitivity. You sit for a second until he comes back to earth and looks you in the eyes again. His eyes are filled with tears and it gives you the energy you need to starting bouncing on his cock.
He lets out a hiss every time you make contact with his pelvis until he starts moaning normally, the oversensitivity morphing into pleasure as he feels his high quickly approaching.
"Kiss me. Please, please? I've been so good. Please kiss me. I want to feel those pretty lips on me, baby. Please?" He begs and you can't deny him when he looks so pretty, tears in his eyes and begs leaving his mouth. You lean down and press a kiss to most sensitive spot on his neck as you worm your way up to your own orgasm.
"Please baby. I've been such a good boy for you," He pleads again and you smile against his neck before leaning forward, resting your forehead against his.
"Anything for my good boy," you groan out and connect your lips just as your own orgasm reaches you, forcing Jisung into his at the feeling of you tightening around him.
Felix: hands
Felix's hand found yours in the crowd, guiding you to prevent you from getting lost. As the two of you come out, he makes no effort to let go of your hand. You instead feel him rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
"Your hands are soft," you comment and he chuckles, pulling away from you but you stop him, instead turning your hand so you could interlock fingers with him.
"Thank you," You see a light blush take over his cheeks and smile at the effect you have on him. You keep walking making small talk until you reach the coffee shop that he had told you so much about.
You don't even realize how cold it is outside until Felix releases your hand to open the door for you and you smile, stepping into the shop and heading towards the counter. You both order your drinks and wait for your name to be called out to get your order.
"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" You ask and walk towards the counter when they call your name out to get your coffee and Felix's hot chocolate.
"Let's sit outside. I love the autumn chill," He suggest, taking his cup from you. You fingers graze against each other and this time it is your turn to blush.
You settle at at table outside and sit across from each other. One of his hands rests on the table, adorned in rings and without thinking you reach across the table while Felix is talking and take his hand into yours.
You start twisting the rings around and his eyes leave your face to glance down at his hand in both of yours.
"You have pretty hands," he comments and grabs one of your hands into his before flipping his hand and comparing hand sizes with you.
—2—
You sit on the couch, your back pressed to Felix’s chest while you both scrolled through social media, occasionally showing each other a funny clip or picture.
Felix's hand was playing with yours absentmindedly while he scrolled through social media in his other hand. You eventually got bored of doing the same and lock your phone, dropping it to the couch and picking up his ring clad hand into both of yours.
You start twisting his rings before pulling them off and placing them on your own fingers, making sure they were in the exact same spots that he puts them in.
"Look! I'm you!" you exclaim holding your hand up between Felix's face and his phone. He leans forward and wraps his hand around your wrist, placing a kiss on each of your fingers. He switched his phone to his other hand and hold out the now empty hand to you.
"What about the other hand? My rings look much better on your pretty hands," he comments and you giggle, pulling the rings off and placing them on each finger. Both of your hands looked exactly like Felix's and you smile to yourself.
You hold your hands up in front of you and Felix and he laughs, taking a picture of your hands with his rings.
"You're precious," he grabs your hand again and places a kiss to the palm of your hand.
—3—
Felix's fingers interlock with yours as he continues thrusting into you. His eyes glued to yours.
"You are so beautiful," you speak quietly from under your boyfriend and he leans closer, letting his forehead rest against yours. You move your freehand from around his body to his cheek and rub his cheek bone lightly.
He pulls away from you and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. You run your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before an idea crosses your mind.
You start to gently press your thumb into his mouth and he eagerly wraps his lips around it before you pull it back out of his mouth.
"Dirty boy," You tease and his thrusts start to speed up.
"It's not my fault that your hands are so pretty," he tried to reason. His voice coming out shaky from the speed he was fucking you. Every time his drove himself back into you, you grip his hand that was still in yours tightly.
This time, you tease his lips with your ring and middle finger and his tongue pokes out, licking your fingers before he takes them into his mouth again. Then suddenly he stills, emptying himself inside of you.
The mix of your fingers in his mouth, your hand in his, and the hug of your cunt around him sent him over the edge, without much warning even to himself.
"You really are a dirty boy," you tease again and he lets his forehead fall into your neck.
"Hush. Give me like 5 minutes and we're doing that again," he breathes into your neck and you chuckle.
"I need to be on top this time. I have some ideas," you speak out and he nods, catching his breath.
Seungmin: eyes
Seungmin walks into the room and makes eye contact at you for a full second before he quickly averts his gaze. This was progress. He usually avoids your eyes all together. Still, you feel your face fall into a frown.
This guy that you have been stupidly crushing on for forever couldn't even maintain eye contact with you. You don't know what you did to make him dislike you so much but you have finally had enough.
"Kim Seungmin! Why won't you look at me? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?" you suddenly blurt out, standing from the table and marching over to him sitting at the bar.
His back is to you but you still see him let out and exasperated sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head at you, still not turning to face you.
"I didn't do anything wrong or you don't hate me?" you question and cross your arms across your chest. He is silent for a few moments and you grab his shoulders, forcing him to turn around in the bar stool. You lean down so he is looking you directly in the eyes.
He quickly closes his eyes after only a few moments of eye contact and you stand, throwing your arms in the air in frustration.
"Obviously I did something if you can't even look me in the eyes!" You exclaim. You were starting to drift away from frustration and drift towards anger.
"It isn't that, y/n. It's just..." he groans, running his hands through his hair again, "It's just you make me insanely nervous. Every time we make eye contact it is almost unbearable because of how pretty your eyes are. It effects me physically," he finally confesses, his neck turning red and you stand, staring at him blankly.
"My eyes turn you on, Seungmin?" you question with a laugh and he looks down at his feet, shaking his head, then nodding, then shaking his head again.
"Which is it?"
"I don't know! When you put it like that I sound like such a perv!" He exclaims and stands, scooting past you and back to his room.
—2—
"Just look at the camera, y/n," Seungmin commands, looking at you through the polaroid camera. He is standing above you while you sit on the floor. You look up at him and stare into the camera. Be snaps the camera just as you look up at him.
"Hey! I wasn't ready!" you object and he laughs. He pulls the photo out of the camera and sits it down on the table while it develops before turning the camera and holding it up high to get a picture that could capture the both of you.
He snaps the picture and then sits down on the floor beside you. He pulls the photo out of the camera and leans towards the table to grab the already developed photo from the table.
You were looking into the camera in the same way that you look at Seungmin and it sends butterflies throughout his entire body.
"That's ugly," you complain, reaching for the other picture on the table.
"Are you joking? Look at your eyes, dude," Seungmin says and turns the photo towards you. You glance between the photo of your own eyes and Seungmin's a few times before raising an eyebrow at him.
"So I'm 'dude' now?" you question and he rolls his eyes at you. Of course that was your takeaway from his sentence.
"Shut up, baby. Look at your eyes. I swear you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen," he comments looking at the picture again before leaning towards you and placing a kiss to either of your eyelids.
"You're a sap. I like this one," you reply and hold up the other polaroid. The flash barely shows you in the background and it is mostly just Seungmin cheesing at the camera. You giggle before placing the picture in your phone case, which Seungmin mirrors with the picture of you as well.
—3—
"Mhm. You're doing so good, baby. Shit. Look at me, princess," the nickname has you snapping your eyes open to make eye contact with Seungmin. He looks amazing.
And he could say the same about you. The way you look with your eyes watering and his cock stuffed down your throat makes him feel like he could cum at any moment.
"Move your hands," he commands you and you oblige, resting them on his thighs. He wraps a hand into your hair and starts thrusting gently into your mouth. He never goes far enough to reach your gag reflex but he is just a centimeter away every time.
He speeds up his movements and looses control a little, going further down your throat and causing you to gag. Tears fill your eyes and you close them to try to prevent them from falling past your lash line.
"Look at me." He demands again and his tone alone has you soaking the floor under you. You open your eyes again and the tears fall out, pushing down your cheeks.
"L-look so pretty with my cock in your m-mouth, baby. I'm the only one who can make those pretty eyes water like this. Keep looking at me," he demands again and it takes everything in you to maintain eye contact with Seungmin until suddenly he throws his head back and is cumming down your throat.
He pulls out of your mouth and leans down, wiping the tears from your face and presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, like he has now done a million times.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He asks softly and you nod, clearing your throat.
"More than okay," you assure him, voice raspy. You lean in and close the gap between the two of you, letting your tongue push into his mouth. He hesitates for a second but then immediately starts kissing you back once he realizes that you literally just jumped his bones.
I.N: neck
You thought Jeongin was glancing at your cleavage when you wore the corset top to go out with your friends. You had on a corset top and some leather pants. It wasn't a crazy outfit but it was cute and one of your go to's when you go out.
"Can I give you some fashion advice?" Jeongin suddenly speaks up and you swallow thickly, embarrassment creeping up your throat.
"You should put on a necklace. You have a really…” he pauses, trying to think of the right word “-pretty neck and I think it would look good. Does that make me sound like a creep?" He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and you let out a sigh.
"Innie, I thought you were going to tell me my outfit was horrible. I was going to cry," you place a hand over your chest dramatically and he lets out a laugh.
"My opinion really matters that much to you," he teases and nudges you with his foot under the table. You nod and look up at him.
"I don't have a necklace though. I didn't bring anything with me," you explain and open your phone camera. He really is right. You could use a necklace. You knew something was missing in the outfit but couldn't quite put your finger on it. You should’ve know that Yang Jeongin, the fashionista, would help you.
"I probably have one for you," he stands and heads towards his room, beckoning you to follow him. You walk behind him and sit on his bed while he digs through his jewelry box.
"Try this one? It's a gift I got recently," he hands you the necklace. It's a silver necklace with a heart on it. He walks behind you and kneels on the bed. He pushes your hair over your shoulder gently then he puts the necklace over your head and clasps it in the back. He moves your hair back behind your shoulder and walks to the front.
"Mmm almost," He walks back over to his jewelry box and you use the opportunity to look down at the necklace. Upon further inspection you notice that it is actually a locket with some writing on it. You keep looking before can finally make out the words ‘Alexander McQueen’ on it and let out a gasp.
"Innie I-"
"Found it!" he exclaims, interrupting you and walking over to you with another necklace and doing the same thing again. This one he clasps on a tighter loop so it sits right in your Plender gap. It is too tight for you to be able to see.
"I hope you don't mind sporting me tonight with your friends," he laughs and you stand, walking over to the mirror to look at the necklace properly. It was another silver necklace with a small "J" pendant hanging on it. You smile and lightly touch the pendant.
"I love it," you grin at him through the mirror.
—2—
"Should I wear my hair up or down?" You ask aloud, not really to anyone in particular but more so to yourself.
"What did you say baby?" Jeongin asks from behind you, pulling one of his headphones off to hear you.
"I was just debating if I should wear my hair up or down today. This shirt is strapless so I feel like if I wear my hair up, it will be too much neck out," you reply holding your hair up in a ponytail with your hand.
"No such thing. Wear it up," he comments and pushes his headphones all the way off.
"You always say up," you comment and grab a claw clip anyways, twisting your hair and clipping it to your head. You pull a few face framing pieces out and look at yourself in the mirror. You take the clip out again, not completely sold on having your hair up.
"You have such pretty neck. I love when you have it out," he replies and stands up from the bed.
"I have a gift for you. I think this will be the perfect occasion," he says and walks towards the bathroom.
"Innie..." you start but he holds up a hand, stopping you from complaining about his constant gift giving.
He returns a few moments later with a box in his hands and stands behind you in the mirror.
"Close your eyes," you roll your eyes at his antics but oblige. You feel him sweep your hair over your shoulder, same as he has done a million times before, and then you feel the cool metal on your neck. You feel him press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck the another to the side of your neck.
"Open," he whispers into your ear before placing another kiss in the junction of your shoulder and neck. You open your eyes and smile at yourself in the mirror.
It is a beautiful layered necklace and the color compliments the color of your top perfectly. He was right about this being a great finishing touch to the outfit. You bring your hand up to gently touch the metal and smile.
"You spoil me too much," you comment and he smiles, placing another kiss to the side of your neck.
—3—
"Please, I'll have to wake up so early tomorrow if you keep this up," you complain but Jeongin doesn't stop, he instead sucks harsher on the your neck, sure to leave the darkest mark of the night.
"I could just fuck you all night so you don't have to worry about waking up. You'll already be up," he shrugs at you and you try to wriggle your hands out of his grip. He has one hand clasping your wrists behind your back, the other on the back of your neck while you are straddling his lap.
"Keep wiggling like that and I really might," he groans under you and bucks up under you, his hard on pressing into your heat. You let out a moan at the contact and he finally releases your wrists.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep," you tease and lean forward to meet his lips, however, a hand on your throat stops you from making contact with his lips.
"Do you really think you are in a place to have such a smart mouth right now?" He leans forwards and you shrink a little bit at his intimidating gaze on yours. His grip on your neck tightens and he pulls you towards him, connecting your lips. He pulls away a few seconds later. He uses his grip on your neck to stand you up and he stands as well, pulling his pants down to his knees before sitting back down.
"Sit on my cock, baby," he commands you, his tone sweet and demanding at the same time. Who are you to not follow his directions? You straddle him again, your heat only centimeters from his cockhead and his impatience takes over. Both of his hands land on your hips and push you down, making you take all of him at once. The stretch burning but making you feel so good at the same time.
His hand finds its way to your neck again and he squeezes, causing your eyes to fall closed.
"Are you going to move or do I have to do all the work?" he asks and thrusts his hips into you lightly, causing you to groan. Your legs quiver at the movement. He gets easily impatient with you not moving and flips you both over on the couch so now you are under him.
"Useless. You can't even fuck yourself on a cock," he grunts at you and starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. You find his hand above your head and guide it to your neck, making him smirk.
"Such a naughty girl," he grumbles at you but still wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing to stop your air flow as your eyes roll back into your head. He fucks you until your orgasm comes racking over you but then pulls out right after.
"Flip over. I'm not done with you," he demands and you stand to flip over but he grabs you, practically throwing you over the back of the couch then plummeting back into you again.
"F-fuck," you groan out as he sets another incredible pace. His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back so your back is flush with his chest.
"I feel you clench around me every time I wrap my hands around this pretty neck. I think you might like this more than me," he groans into your ear then drops you, causing you to fall forward. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck as he keeps fucking you, holding you in place.
You know there would be countless hickeys and finger marks on your neck to cover the next day but you really couldn't care less.
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Jaune: *Waking up* ugh, Did I fall asleep with the T.V. on?
Jaune: *Standing up* My memory's getting weird ... C'mon! Turn off!
Jaune: *kneeling down* I swear that movie Nora convinced me to watch was actually- *Unplugs T.V*
T.V. : *Still on, Spilling water*
Jaune: - C-C-Cursed!
???: *Ghostly Moan*
Jaune: What the HELL!
A Figure poured from the Static on the T.V. Long, Dark, Soaked hair covered their face as they pulled themself out of the screen, Water Gushing forth with them.
???: AAAAA-
Jaune: AAAAAHHH!
???: *Stretching* AAAaaaahhh~ Man, a decade cramped inside a tape really knots up your muscles! *She brushes her hair from her eyes* Um. Hey, Sorry about this! My Name is Ruby! What's your's?
Jaune: *Faints*
Ghost?Ruby: Yep. I figured that would happen.
~~~~~
Jaune: *Waking up* AAAH! WHA! I! Ho! okay. That was a nightmare.
Ruby: Good morning.
Jaune: AAA-
Ruby: *Covering his mouth* Don't faint again, and stop screaming!
Jaune: *Wide eyed*
Ruby: My name is Ruby. I was living in a tape, and watching it let me out. I don't know how or Why, I just was. I won't hurt you. I borrowed some clothes I found in your closet so that I wouldn't be wearing a wet white dress. I don't even know if we speak the same language, but I'm going to move my hand now, okay?
Jaune: *Nods*
Ruby: *Removes hand*
Jaune: ... Hi. I speak the same language as you. My name is Jaune. You crawled out of my T.V. last night.
Ruby: Yes, but I haven't seen a t.v. like this before! What year is it? When and Where am I?
Jaune: Twenty-twenties north america?
Ruby: Okay, so that's forty years of my life gone.
Jaune: You sound like a modern girl.
Ruby: I mean, I could hear things in the tape. it was like I was half asleep.
Jaune: Huh.
Ruby: By the way, do you have scissors and a Mirror I could use? I need to cut my hair.
Jaune: Uh. Yeah. In my bathroom.
Ruby: Thanks! Also I'm going to be your roommate from now on! *Closes Bathroom door*
Jaune: Why can't this happen to anyone else?
Nora: *Breaks his front door in* HEY JAUNE! My T.V. spit this Hunk of Man out of it last night!
Ren: Hello.
Jaune: ... Why can't this happen to anyone else who has normal reactions to this kind of stuff?
#rwby#jaune arc#ruby rose#rwby shitpost#nora valkyrie#lie ren#spoopy season!#BTW this was based on The Ring if you were wondering.
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Are you sleepy?
Warning ⚠18+
Soft/passionate sex
Size difference/kink (he's taller)
D/s dynamic
He's obsessed with u
Pet names (pretty, baby,)
somnophilia
black reader in mind
Chubby reader in mind!!
The day was long for you and your head aches as your keys jingle unlocking the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend Kirishima. Today was just a long day and all you want to do is smoke and cuddle up with your hubby. Sadly Kirishima still wasn't home most likely still on patrol, so realizing you have some time to yourself deciding to take a hot shower, finding one of his shirts and a pair of silk panties
The shower was amazing and much needed helping with your aching joints and muscles. Sighing as you take a look in the body sized mirror staring at your chubby form gently poking, prodding, and pinching at the fat of your stomach. Deciding enough is enough and if Kirishima was here he would scold you so deciding to get dressed and slipping on your silk bonnet with zebra print looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before walking into your shared bedroom, sliding into bed and turning on your T.V. and deciding to open hulu and watch "Bobs Burgers" and hitting your cart while turning the lights off above your shared bed. Your constantly drifting in and out of consciousness in your current position.
The door knob rattles as someone opens the door of your apartment. You shift in your sleep changing positions to get more comfortable pulling the blanket close to you. The figure drops his keys in the little fish bowl they have at their entrance. Toeing off his shoes by the door neatly placing them in a corner. Foot steps make its way toward the shared bedroom gently opening the door stepping inside looking at the figure sleeping in the bed as the light from the other room shines through and lands on your exposed thighs as you shift in your sleep. He lets a groan slip out as he takes in your sleeping form admiring the way his shirt looks on you realizing it looks better on you than it ever did on him. Deciding it would be best to take a quick shower before he ops to get in bed with you so that's what he does, opening his drawer to pull out a pair of boxer briefs and a loose fitting black wife beater.
Stepping out of the shower he stands there for a moment before getting dressed quickly and walks back into the room. Gently sliding under the blankets to land next to you. You shifting in your sleep from the bed dipping you sliding to his side pushing your ass up against his hips yearning for his warmth even in your sleep. He couldn't but to roll his eyes to the back of his head at the realization that you are always needy for him even in your sleep and he loves it so much just like he loves you. His right hand grabbing at your waist to adjust himself him inadvertently grinding against you only for you to retaliate with pushing your hips back again this time more enthusiastic. The hand on your hips slipping under the shirt gently playing with your stomach as he fiddles with the skin gently rolling his hips. His breathing becomes uneven and he starts panting against the outer shell of your ear causing goosebumps to appear all over your body just at the feel of his hot breath on you. He starts to push against you harder rolling his own hips in an upward motion, his right hand gently sliding down your stomach moving to fiddle with the elastic of your booty shorts as he pushes his left hand underneath you and gently gripping and groping at your breast. All the the while his breathing has turned into whines and whimpers begging you to wake up quickly.
"Mhm I'm sorry baby I can't help it I wanna touch you" He whispers as his left hand pushes your panties
"Damn baby such pretty underwear all for me,what a pretty girl" He whispers against your ear as he begins to gently rub at your clit in a slow circular motion as he pushes up against you and gently rolls his hips. He soon becomes impatient pulling his hand away only to hear you let out a whine of desperation even from your sleep. He roll's you onto your back pulling off your panties completely noticing how wet you are even in your sleep your ready for him. Shimming your underwear down your legs tossing them onto the floor. Getting down on his stomach between your legs exposing you to him completely with a wicked grin on his face his face so close to your pussy you can feel his breath on your pussy as he begins to gently ease a finger inside of you while gently kissing your clit, thighs twitching from the pleasure as he hears a gasp slip from your lips, he can't help but to smile against your clit. Back arching from the pleasure as your eyes begin to gently flutter open, hands going to grip at Kirishimas thick red locks as your hips begin to roll up against his face.
"Mhm Kirishima fuck" you gasp out "What-what are you doing" you moan out but you don't stop your own hips from moving that is until he pulls away with a chuckle still keeping his fingers moving inside as he reaches and rubs the spongy spot that makes you squeal and your thighs shake
"I just saw you lying there in my shirt all pretty and defenseless all for me. I couldn't help it baby I needed to touch you. To feel you. Can you blame me?" He says ducking his head back down in between your thighs suckling your clit and rubbing roughly against your g-spot. He feels as you begin to clench and unclench around him hips your own hips moving faster chasing your high desperately.
"Fuck Kiri I'm gonna cum. Don't stop please. Don't stop." You begin to chant begging him to not stop he just hums against your clit having no intentions of stopping and was just enjoying his midnight snack. Just a few more thrusts and a couple rough sucks as you falling over the edge as your back arches off the bed squealing his name as you cum on his face. He pulls away pulling himself up back on his knees making eye contact with you as he wipes his mouth that was covered in your cum. Your chest heaving up and down but you can't help but to plush at the action and look away with a blush on your face.
"I wanna fuck you now baby. Can I do that? Do I fuck my pretty girl?" He asks leaning in to plant his lips on yours as you moan wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Yes please. Fuck me Kiri." He groans hearing your desperate voice beg for him it gets him every time. He uses one hand to hold himself up as he begins to shimmy his boxers off you helping along the way, you can't help but to grip his cock gently pumping him a few times
"Mhm damn baby as much as I would love for you to blow me I just need to be inside you now or I'mma explode he saying laughing a little as he kisses you lining himself up with your entrance he gently pushes in. You both gasp from the feeling of the pleasure his lips still on yours even if it's just ghost like. His hips begin moving slow at first finding a rhythm that will suit you both.
"Faster Kiri faster" you whine out as your fingers rake down his back most likely drawing blood but he doesn't even seem to mind. Listening happily his hips move faster one of his hands snaking between your bodies to rub at your clit as he fucks you into the mattress.
"I'm gonna cum again. Please Kiri please" you beg panting in his ear as you
"Yea baby it's okay be a good girl and cum for me. You wanna be my good girl right? I know you do." At this point your desperate hips moving against his as you practically sob from the pleasure. Thighs clenching around his hips as your nails dig into his shoulders biting his neck as you cream on his cock, your own hips twitching continuously as Kiri chases his own high.
"Ugh fuck baby I'm almost there. You've been such a good girl for me baby. So good and so pretty and so sweet all for me" commenting as he tucks a strande of your hair behind you ear.
"Can I cum inside you princess? You think I can do that?" You whine
"Please" is all you can muster as he thrusts a few more times cuming with a moan of a 'fuck baby' as he cums inside you his body going limp for a moment before pulling away, you let out an audible sound of displeasure and uncomfort as he shushes you gently saying he'll be right back and that he needs to get a wash clothes. Leaving the room for just a moment to grab said wash cloth only to return to find you completely passed out and he can't help but to smile at himself as he walks over and gently spreads your legs cleaning you up as best he can. He decides to slide his shirt back on that you were wearing no need for panties though he figured as he himself just slipped his boxers back on before clinging to your back wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep soon after you.
#bnha smut#mha smut#bnha x chubby reader#chubby reader smut#kirishima smut#eijiro kirishima#mha x chubby reader#kirishima x reader#eijiro kirishima smut#kirishima x chubby reader#eijirou kirishima smut#somnophilia#mha somnophilia#somnophilia mha#kirishima eijirou smut#kirishima size kink#bnha x black reader#bnha x black!reader#kirishima x black reader#mha x black reader
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Out with the Old | Part 4
Part 1 part 5
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader
Part 1 above!
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: 18+, fighting, cursing, alcohol, general violence, symptoms of panic
Tag List: @yyiikes @talooolaaloolla @strawberrygateau @cumsluut @sofiacoppolaslut @blackbeautyiloveyouso @casalucard
I apologize for taking so long to get this out, things have been a little crazy! I hope you enjoy :)
You look over yourself in the mirror as you finish brushing out your hair, this was it. Thursday had come far faster than you would have hoped, and now it was time to see if your patience and sincerity was worth it.
Brushing your clothes off and standing tall, you leave the bathroom to finish getting ready. You move to the small coffee table where you had been relaxing before to check your phone, it was 6:18 and you had no new messages. Feeling a small drop in your stomach, you decide that once and for all tonight had to be final. You feel yourself beginning to reminisce in your trials of the relationship, how it had been better at some points and worse at others, one outweighing the other. You blamed yourself partially for not expressing your needs, but knew that there was a serious lack of effort coming from his side as well.
Shaking your head you stand from the couch, where you had sat instinctively as you began to think. It felt better to try and be hopeful than already preparing for the worse, although you wouldn’t allow yourself to feel disappointed, either way tonight meant change.
You grab your purse, pulling out your keys you leave your apartment locking the door, turning to leave you check your watch, 6:31. As you get downstairs you’re thankful that you’ve dressed slightly warmer, the sun beginning to set meant it would get colder than this by the time the night was through. You begin to make your way down to the road, watching the cars fly by, waiving your hand as a taxi pulls over.
Again Ghost was listening to the group, giving them a head nod or even a small chuckle as they talked about various things. Tonight the bar wasn’t too busy, most people chatting or laughing leaving it to feel typical. Ghost looked around at the numerous T.V.s playing sports or broadcasting channels, nothing holding his attention very long, when the door chimes.
He looks over from the T.V.’s to see, was that you? He watched you another moment longer, realizing that it was he leaned back in his chair, turning his head back towards the group. He was watching as Price told another story, although he wasn’t listening. His own mind dragged him back to sometime last week, truly not thinking much of it until you had shown again. He hated how quickly seeing you had made his brain pull the attention from almost everything else. He would never drop his awareness of the environment, of what was going on around him, but he couldn’t help his mind wandering.
Again he makes small glances as you walk past the bar to a different table than before, still tucked in the back. Memories of the night he had interacted with you first came flying back, how you had looked scared and then cold and tired on the curb outside. He felt his jaw tick thinking back to the person who had picked you up.
He took a breath as he tried to refocus on the group, but to no avail. His mind continued to throw thoughts at him, thoughts of how he couldn’t sleep as well that night when he got home, or how he had drawn the conclusion that he could do better, which came as a surprise to him. It wasn’t that he doubted his capabilities of being respectful or considerate, but rather that he didn’t know that he had ever thought something similar to it before.
Sitting down, you adjust yourself to be seated comfortably, pulling stray hairs from your face and tucking them away. Within a few minutes a waitress comes by, although you simply tell her you are waiting for someone and wanted to wait to order. Time felt as if it were dragging on as the screens above the bar flickered through different channels, your knee beginning to bounce in anticipation. You pull out your phone to check the time, 6:44. You sit back in your chair as your mind begins to pick away at your nervousness. You had told him Thursday at 7, right? The same bar as before, it didn’t seem complicated to you. Flipping your phone over on to the table you take a deep breath. You wouldn’t do this anymore, this blaming yourself before you get a true explanation, this was on him now. You tried to convince yourself further that you had to be ready to cut all your relations with him. You wouldn’t allow yourself to wind up again at his home or in his car, not if you didn’t feel it was where you belonged. You fold your arms Infront of you on the table as you again watch one of the many screens surrounding the bar, when the door chimes.
Ghosts attention is again pulled from the group as the door sounds again, a habit that has been built for quite some time, as disgust forms in his mind and his hand grips his drink slightly harder. He watched as your excuse of a boyfriend made his way over to the table where you sat. Ghost looks him up and down to see his outfit is poorly thrown together, and that he had a slight stumble as he made his way across the bar. His lips press together as he feels himself becoming irritated, you were still here waiting for him, and he had been drinking.
Your attention snaps to the door as he makes his way inside. A small true smile comes over your face, he was here and-looking to your watch, on time. Though, your smile begins to fade as he makes his way closer, walking through the bar he sways ever so slightly, but you don’t doubt what you’ve seen. He gets to the edge of the high top table, making his way into the seat across from you, not making eye contact as he settled.
He looks up after a moment of silence and begins to talk to you, his voice and smell confirming that he had in fact been drinking.
‘Well, I’m here aren’t I?’ He lets out a laugh that makes your stomach twist, he really didn’t care. You throw out a causal ‘yeah’ as he picks up the small menu Infront on him. You felt plenty of emotions and didn’t entirely know how to react. You were angry for him showing up in this state, you were trying to feel positive about him being at least on time, you were feeling disappointed in yourself for thinking this would work, and you felt foolish for letting yourself stay in something so unhealthy.
You too pick up a small menu as you look through the options, you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat. To your relief a waiter made their way by asking if you had wanted something to drink. You stick to a soda as he orders a drink you hadn’t heard of before, and then orders a burger with fries. You told the waiter you weren’t going to have anything as he turned and left you to silence.
You look over his outfit and see stains from various items near the collar of the shirt and on one of the sleeves, he didn’t even try. He turned in his chair to be facing a T.V. pointing to the screen he began to talk about what game was playing and the players. Your drinks came within a few minutes and you were grateful for the distraction, placing your straw in your drink you look to him. Almost as if he could tell you were watching him he turned in his seat to again be facing you, his eyes drawn to the drink Infront of him and then up to you. He began to drink, where you figured you had found room for discussion.
‘So, how was your day?’ There was a moment of silence as he continued to sip his drink, an ‘Mmh’ echoing from the glass. He set the glass back down wiping the condensation from his hands on his pants, he pauses as if trying to remember.
‘I spent some time cleaning the place up. Then I got some gas and headed here.’ You felt a small glimmer of relief watching as he looks around the bar. He had heard you then, and it made you feel almost better that he had cleaned up the house. Yet, you couldn’t convince yourself that this was better than him not showing at all, not to mention him lying. His burger came out of the small kitchen, as he quickly grabbed it and began eating, again an excuse to avoid conversation.
You watched him eat, feeling pathetic as reality seemed to sink in farther and faster than ever before. The stains on the shirt, the lack of interest, how could you ever see this as acceptable? You thought back to the beginning where effort was in mass quantities. He would pick you up at a decent time and help you to the car and to your front door, he had manners and was respectful, where had it all gone wrong?
You both sat in silence as you waited for him to try and begin a discussion, about anything really. As he continued to eat his burger and fries, watching the T.V. you found yourself growing angry. He finally put his food down before finishing his drink, staring to the table then sliding out of his seat. He looked as if he were going to be sick, slightly swaying where he stood, he tapped his hand on the table,
‘I’ll be right back, I-I’m just gonna go…to the bathroom.’ He sauntered off towards the bathrooms, hitting his shoulder on the doorframe as he pushed himself inside, your head fell in disappointment. You were feeling as if you should leave, he could get a cab home, this clearly wasn’t going to work in your favor. You watch the bathroom as people go in and out, when he reappears almost looking worse than when he entered.
He sauntered over to the table, again heaving himself into the seat. You were now burning with an anger that was filled with pity and disrespect, it was time to end things.
‘Hey, I wanted to say thanks for coming out tonight.’ You started to speak, but it was only when you got the end of your sentence that he looked up to you. You pushed on, hoping that you would be clear.
‘I think that… That it would be best if we stopped seeing each other…For good.’ He crinkled his brow and murmured a noise that you couldn’t make out as a word. You push on,
‘I’ll pay for the drinks and food, I just don’t see this working-‘
‘What?’ He had his hands interlocked on the table now, a serious look on his face, the slight slur in his voice had gotten worse.
‘I just don’t think this is-‘
‘No, I get that part, I jus…I just don’t think that your right.’ You were going to try and explain yourself before he cut in again
‘No, no. I showed up. You told me to show up, and…and HERE I AM!’ His voice grew louder, with a pinch of irritation you knew wasn’t a good sign. His face became slightly more red as he stared at you, almost as if he were confused.
You stand to get your things, slowly sliding out of the chair, people were looking towards you now.
‘Listen I think you should get home and get some sleep.’ His jaw opens slightly as if he were shocked by your direct tone.
‘Well what, are, are you just going to leave?’ He was staring at you more aggressively than before, although your heart was beating rapidly you held a stern look on your face. You grabbed your purse off the edge of the chair as he started to get out of his seat. You turn to leave when he grabs your wrist.
‘Let me go.’ You look into his eyes that are in a panic bouncing between your own. You give your hand a tug, although it didn’t move. You lean in closer, keeping your voice low but as serious as you could force it,
‘Let.me.go.’
Ghost had tried to keep himself focused on the group and whatever they were talking about now, but he still couldn’t resist looking over to see that you were there. He watched as you sat there awkwardly, your body language clearly indicating you were upset or didn’t feel comfortable. His own leg began to bounce in anticipation, although he didn’t know what for, resting his hands over his knees he took a breath and tried again to refocus.
He watched as the man stood from the table and made his way to the restrooms, glancing to you he saw you staring into the nothingness. He felt a sort of irritation now, watching the man come back from the restroom, only to ignore you further. More time went on as the group continued to joke and discuss various things when Ghost hears something. Outside of the groups discussion he hears a whisper, once than twice. The second had been a little more clear, enough so that he had turned to look.
An entire new anger began to fester in his mind when he saw the man was grabbing you. Not only was he a sorry excuse of a man, but now he was just pathetic. Ghost watched as you forced your wrist from his grip, making your way to the counter. He fights the urge to stand as the man makes his way from the table to follow you, he knew this wouldn’t end well.
You pull your wrist from him, turning on your heel you hike your purse up over your shoulder to head to the bar. Making it to the bar you wait for someone to come by, all you wanted was to pay the bill and leave, your heart was pounding in your ears now. A bartender comes by as you hand out your card and tell her what you had ordered. She takes the card and walks over to the machine when you feel a hand on your waist. Jerking your body sideways you see him, with a grin on his face?
You look to him with more disgust than ever as the bartender makes her way back over to you, handing you your card. You bid her a goodnight as you turn to leave, you feel a sting on your behind. You felt like crying, like screaming at him, like throwing a tantrum as if you were a child. Anger resurfaced that you didn’t know could possess you so strongly, and you stopped in your tracks. Turning on your heel you face him, pure rage surging through your veins, and you slap him hard. He leans over forward with a hand cradling his face while plenty of people turn to look- you didn’t care, you were still processing that you had hit someone.
You couldn’t muster the words to speak to him and instead turned to again leave, when you heard him move towards you.
‘you..you BITCH, you think you can hit me!?’ You heard his steps quicken behind you as your heart was pounding so loud in your ears it was as if there was no other noise. You had almost made it to the door when you hear his steps stop. Turning around you see the stranger. The stranger from before, he was in between you two, one of his hands splayed Infront of the others chest. He was still cradling his face as the stranger gripped his shirt into a fist, he looked over his shoulder to talk to you,
‘Go on outside.’ You took no hesitation and instead pushed open the door to the bar and walked away. Any direction would do for now, but you knew you had to go somewhere.
Ghost along with others looked around to see you clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, when the man finally gave him an excuse to get involved. He heard most of the interaction before standing to watch, when he intervened. He had a grip on the mans shirt that alone made him stand down. Once he had heard the door chime and knew you were out, he hit the man square in the face, he was unconscious. He moved the man closer to the table where the group still sat, looking to Price he told him,
‘Take care of him for me yeah?’ Before pulling out his wallet and leaving payment for his drink, the rest of the table didn’t speak. Price looked down to the man, and nodded to Ghost before turning to the rest of the group. Ghost turned to leave, stepping over the man, he made his way out into the night, determined to find you.
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Here, have a little Sanders Sides Prinxiety fic.
"Hey uh, Roman?" Virgil asked, approaching the creative side, as they were both sipping on carbonated drinks.
"Hm?" The prince said, turning to look at the side who approached him. He greeted Virgil with a smile.
"Greetings my Dark and Stormy Night!" The royal beamed.
"How may I assist you this fine afternoon?"
"Uh- yeah, whatever-" Virgil said, he was never quite sure how to respond to Roman's energy. But, he didn't act too much on it.
"Are you gonna use that soda tab for anything?"
"Hm, no, I don't think so." Roman replied, looking down at the now empty can in his hand, raising a brow.
"Why?"
"Well, I was wondering if- I could maybe have it? I just need that one more."
"You never did tell me why you were collecting these. Usually collecting garbage is my brother's thing." Roman pressed, earning a slight glare from Virgil.
"They're not garbage! They-" he began to stammer. Virgil just shook his head, Roman would get his explanation later, after all.
"Whatever! If you're not gonna do anything with it, can I please just have it?" Virgil's speech began to speed up and he was notably getting a little agitated.
"Sheesh, alright-" Roman gave in, tearing the tab off of his can, and handing it to Virgil.
"Just be careful not to injure yourself with it! Those can be quite sharp!"
"Yeah, yeah- thanks or whatever." And with that, Virgil went off to his room.
An hour or two had passed, and Virgil's project was finally done. He was hoping he'd receive a pleasant reaction for his work. Judging by the belting coming from the living room, and it being only one voice, Virgil concluded that he and Roman were the only ones in the Mind Palace. He took a deep breath, and headed down.
"Princey!" He said, as he came down the stairs.
"Virgil if you're coming down here to tell me I'm being "too loud" again-"
"Um- actually, no... Not this time. But, to be fair I could hear you even with my door closed."
Roman just raised a brow.
"I uh- I came down because I have something for you... "
"Oh?" The prince said, his expression softening, and his eyes lighting up with curiosity.
"U-um-" Virgil stammered, feeling his hands begin to shake.
"Close your eyes- please?"
Roman stood there for a moment, but eventually complied. Virgil raised his arms, and carefully set something atop Roman's head. He then quickly recoils his hands into his hoodie, pulling the collar up to his face a little.
"O-okay... You can open them now..."
Roman raised a brow, and took what Virgil placed onto his head into his hands, and looked at it. He stared in awe, impressed. For what he was met with, was an intricate silver and red crown, made entirely of soda tabs. It was actually quite a beautiful piece of art.
"Virgil!" Roman exclaimed, putting it on again, and looking in the nearest mirror.
"Do... Do you... Like it?"
"Like it? No, I don't like it!"
Virgil recoiled further into his hoodie with fear. He began to sweat.
"I LOVE IT!" Roman exclaimed, turning back to Virgil with a smile so bright that it put the very sun itself to shame. Virgil pulled his collar down slightly.
"Really?"
"I absolutely adore it! It's chic, it's fierce, it's exquisite! And you made this yourself?" Roman checked himself out in the mirror once more before turning back to Virgil again.
"Yeah, well... A prince needs a crown... Right?" He said, shrugging.
"SO Right!" Roman exclaimed, taking Virgil by his waist, spinning him and dipping in a swift, dance-like movement. Virgil yelped in surprise, gripping onto Roman for fear he would fall.
"Thank you so much! I shall cherish this beyond my last breath!"
"Ha, glad you like it..."
Roman helped Virgil stand again, and glanced at the t.v. screen.
"Hey, uh... It was getting a little lonely down here... You wouldn't want to watch the rest of this Disney marathon with me... Would you? I promise, I'll keep the volume to a minimum! But I will keep singing! It's my thing."
Virgil laughed a little.
"Just don't be too loud, alright Princey?"
Roman smiled and sat down with Virgil, and after a few hours they both fell asleep to the Beauty and the Beast theme, Roman's new, and favorite crown, falling over his face.
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Hi! Could I request an ot6 reaction where their s/o is crying because they're overwhelmed with how much they love them? (Praying that made sense)
I really love all your works and it's a good day when you upload ~
Hello! (It made sense)
All members •< ^ ~ ^ >•
Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you crying because you’re overwhelmed by your love for them.
WC:~1.6k
Warning:grammar
photo not mine credits to owner.
Gunil
Today was yours and Gunil’s anniversary. The two of you went out to dinner to celebrate and had just returned home.
“Can we exchange gifts now?” Gunil asked excitedly, making you smile. You nodded your head.
“Me first,” you said. You went to grab your gift for him. You returned with a box in your hand. “Open it,” you told him. Gunil takes the box from your hands, unties the ribbon on it and opens the lid. It reveals a pair of drumsticks you got him with both of your initials carved at the ends of them surrounded in a heart.
“I love it, thank you.” Gunil pulled you in for a hug. “I can’t wait to use them.” Gunil pulls away to drum the air with the sticks. He sets them back in the box. “My turn.” He pulls out a small square box. He hands you the box and you open it to reveal a beautiful bracelet full of charms of things that you like. “I picked out the charms myself,” he said proudly.
“I really love it. Help me put it on,” you say, taking out the bracelet. As Gunil attaches it to your wrist you feel your eyes fill with tears. Gunil looks at you to see your now glossed over eyes.
“Aye, what’s wrong?” He cups your face.
“I just really love you,” you chuckled, a single tear flowing from your eye. Gunil wipes the tear away from your eye with his thumb.
“I really love you too,” he smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss. Some tears prick his own eyes at this precious moment.
Jungsu
It was one of those nights where you and Jungsu found yourselves aimlessly strolling around. Talking about everything and anything or even nothing at all, letting a comfortable silence sit between the two of you. Your hands are locked together, swaying in tune with your footsteps. The two of you round a corner, heading back in the direction of your apartment, not wanting to stay out too late. When you rounded the corner it felt like all of your emotions for Jungsu hit you. It was sudden and you don’t know why it happened, but you felt how much you truly, deeply loved Jungsu. Your eyes stung with tears and your footsteps halted for a moment, making Jungsu check on you.
“You alright?” he questioned. Concern washes over his face as he notices the tears welling up in your eyes.
“Yeah,” you sniffled, wiping away your tears. “I just realized how much I love you,” you told him. Jungsu softly smiles.
“You’re crying because you love me?” You nodded, letting out a half chuckle. Jungus thinks that it’s the sweetest thing. “I love you too.” He wraps her arms around you in a hug. Your head rests on his chest. “Like truly truly love you.” he lays his head on top of yours. The two of you stay embraced for a few moments, basking in your love for one another. It’s a simple moment, but you feel like it’s one you’ll never forget. After you pull away you continue on your walk back home. Holding each other’s hands a little tighter than before.
Gaon/Jiseok
Jiseok was staying over at your place tonight. The two of you were watching a show together cuddled up on the couch. Both of your eyes began to feel heavy and blinks were becoming longer. Jiseok took note of this and suggested that you two call it a night. You turned off the t.v. and groggily stood up from the couch. Jiseok giggled at how tired you looked and guided you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth. You stood at the sink half asleep brushing your teeth. You looked up at the mirror and locked eyes with Jiseok. He made a funny face with the toothbrush in his mouth foam spilling out from the sides. It caused you to laugh. That laughter somehow turned into you feeling every ounce of love that you had for Jiseok and it overwhelmed you a bit. Laughter soon became sniffled.
“I don’t think the face I made was that funny,” Jiseok stated. You shook your head.
“It wasn’t, but I don’t know I suddenly felt how much I love you,” you explained.
“You love me so much it makes you cry?” Jiseok questioned a bit confused.
“Apparently.” Jiseok affectionately cases your face with his hands.
“When did you become so emotional?” he says playfully moving your head from side to side. You push his hands away to spit out the toothpaste from your mouth into the sink and splashed your face with water. In bed Jiseok holds you close to his chest. “I love you too y/n. Like so much I don’t know how to describe it,” he reveals.
O.de/Seungmin
Today was not shaping up to be a good day for you. Your computer crashed while you were working on something important and none of your work got saved. Meaning that you had to start all over. It was very stressful. You called Seungmin to vent about it. He was very caring and empathetic about it. Not too long after you ended the call with him Seunmgin showed up at your home.
“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.
“I came to help you with your work and cheer you up since I know you're really stressed. A bought your favorite dessert too.” He held up a bag. Seungmin’s kind actions really touched your heart. He didn’t have to do any of it, but he did.
“You didn’t have too.” You step aside letting him in.
“I wanted to because I love you,” he says sincerely. Hearing his words stirred up some of your emotions. Maybe it’s because you were already stressed. You couldn’t help the tears that pricked your eyes.
“Thank you,” you hugged him tightly. Seungmin hugs you back.
“Are you crying?” He pulls away when he thinks he feels something wet on his shirt.
“Sorry,” you apologize, wiping your tears. “I really really love you.”
“I really really love you too.” Seungmin kisses your forehead and pulls you back in for a hug. He feels some tears prick his own eyes. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as he loves you.
Junhan/Hyeongjun
Hyeongjun and you are trying out a new baking recipe together. The ingredients are sprawled out all over the counter. The two of you are huddled over his phone as you read the recipe.
“Ok, I’ll work on the filling and you work on the batter,” you said. Hyeongjun nodded in agreement. The two of you got to work on your tasks. It didn’t take too long for you to get the filling done. You put it into the fridge so that it could chill. You began to tidy up. Hyeongjun put the batter into the oven and now you two had to play the waiting game. You guys finished tidying up together and now sat in front of the oven to watch your dessert bake. You looked over at Hyeongjun as he stared at the rising batter. Something just clicked inside of you. You knew you loved Hyeongjun, but now it was like you truly felt just how much you loved and cared about him. Your emotions built up inside of you until some tears leaked from your eyes. Heyongjun notices your tears in the reflection of the oven.
“What’s wrong? Did something get in your eye?” He turned to check on you. You shook your head.
“I love you,” you tell him. Hyeongjun smiles.
“I know. I love you too, but why are you crying?” he asked, not fully understanding.
“Because I love you so much.” Hyeongjun never thought someone would cry because they love him so much. Your words bring tears to his own eyes.
“I love you so much too,” he sniffled. Your sweet moment is ruined by the timer going off, but it makes you both break out into a fit of giggles.
Jooyeon
The two of you laid on the floor of your bedroom. You guys were supposed to be putting a puzzle together. However the pieces ended up being forgotten as Jooyeon started to tell you a funny story that happened today with his members at practice. Jooyeon talked adamantly. His eyes were bright and his hand gestures were grand. He was fully immersed in telling the story. Watching and listening to him speak like this somehow made you feel like you were falling in love with him all over again and you were able to feel just how deeply you fell.
“This is a funny story. Why are you crying?” Jooyeon leaned over the forgotten puzzle to wipe your tears away. You didn’t even realize that you were crying until he said that.
“It’s probably gonna sound silly, but I just suddenly felt how deeply I’m in love with you,” you chuckled lightly.
“You love me so deeply that it makes you cry. You must hold a lot of love for me then,” he says cheekily.
“I do,” you stated sincerely. The sincerity of your words pluck at Jooyeon’s heartstrings. He crawls over the puzzle to be at your side.
“I love you a lot too,” he squeezes you tightly in a hug as if he’s trying to show you how much he loves you. “But please stop crying that scared me.” He placed a hand on your head.
“Sorry,” you giggled as your teary face was replaced with your smiling face.
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