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mixolya · 15 days ago

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heyy! don’t know if you write for yukimiya, if you don’t it’s completely fine, but could i maybe ask for yukimiya, alongside sae, and otoya (including anyone else you want if you feel up to it!) when reader is on their period? Idk if this is an uncomfortable topic and i geniunely apologize if it is. you can ignore this! thanks so much anyway, i wish the best for you ^^

ᓚᘏᗢ — blue lock: when it hurts, they stay !

synopsis: period pains were never fun, but being taken care of by boys who loved you made it just a little easier to breathe.

yukimiya kenyu, sae itoshi, otoya eita x reader (separate) ⭑ fluff / comfort + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: hi!! thank you sm for your request and it isn't an uncomfortable topic for me dw <3 i hopeee this is good enough hahaha i never wrote for yukimiya & otoya BUTTT i tried

— yukimiya kenyu

it started with a text.

y/n 🩷: i want to rip my uterus out 😃

thirty minutes later, a knock echoed at your door, and there stood yukimiya, hair still slightly mussed from morning training, wearing his favorite beige coat and holding a tote bag full of survival supplies like he was on a mission.

"emergency delivery," he said softly, offering you a gentle smile that was tinged with concern.

you opened the door wider, wincing as another cramp rolled through your stomach. "i didn't mean for you to actually come..."

"i know," he murmured, stepping inside anyway. "but you sounded like you needed someone."

he moved with quiet care, setting down everything he brought. ginger tea. painkillers. a soft pair of fuzzy socks, pink with little white hearts. your favorite chocolate. a heating pad. even a tiny stuffed bear wearing a sweater.

"is that banana bread?" you asked, blinking.

he looked sheepish. "i tried to bake. had a bit of help. but i stirred the batter."

your stomach twisted. not from the cramps but from the way your heart felt suddenly too full. you shuffled forward, leaned your head against his chest and let yourself breathe in the calm he always brought with him. he smelled like soft cologne and warmth.

"thank you," you whispered.

"always," he said, arms wrapping around you like he'd been waiting all day to do that. "now sit down. eat something. yell at me if you want."

you did all three.

and he stayed, tucked you under his arms on the couch, listened as you complained about your uterus, your cravings, the universe. he didn't try to fix anything, just held you like it was enough.

and it was.

— sae itoshi

sae didn't ask what was wrong, he just knew.

you came home grumpy, sluggish, arms wrapped protectively around your stomach as if that would lessen the betrayal. you dropped your bag at the door, collapsed face-first into bed and groaned.

sae quietly closed his laptop. a moment later, you felt his hand on your back, rubbing slow, even circles through the blanket.

you peeked up, barely. "i'm dying."

"no," he said, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "you're bleeding. big difference."

you scowled. he almost smiled, just a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"do you want food?"

"..yes. and you. and the heating pad. and maybe death."

"i'll do three out of four."

he returned fifteen minutes later with warm food, a heating pad and your comfort show already playing. you blinked at him in disbelief.

"i thought you hated this show."

"i do," he said, sliding into bed beside you. "but i love you."

you curled into his side, clutching at the hoodie he was wearing (which was technically yours) and blinked hard against the sudden sting in your eyes.

later, as the world faded around you and sleep crept in, you heard him whisper against your hair, "if i could take the pain for you, i would."

he didn't expect a response, but your fingers squeezed his just a little tighter.

— otoya eita

otoya knew something was off the moment your text came in.

y/n 💫: my body is actively trying to kill me y/n 💫: if i go missing, avenge me

he did not reply. wow, rude!!

instead, twenty-five minutes later, your doorbell rang, and when you opened it, he stood there with a smug grin, a bag of takeout in one hand and a heat patch in the other.

"your knight in shining hoodie has arrived," he said, cocking a brow. "or should i say, knight in emotional support and grilled cheese?"

you blinked, still in your pajamas, clutching a pillow to your chest. "you didn't have to-"

"i wanted to," he cut in, stepping inside like he'd done it a thousand times. "also, you get super cute when you're in pain."

you glared at him.

he winked.

but behind the teasing, his eyes were careful, watching you, checking how you walked slightly slower, hunched over. he set everything down, then gently tugged you toward the couch.

"lay down. i'll warm the heating pad and feed you like royalty."

"are you always this dramatic?"

"when it's you?" he grinned. "yeah."

he made good on his word, adjusting the heating pad to your lower back, tucking the blanket around your legs with surprising tenderness and handing you a grilled cheese like ht was some divine offering.

"see?" he said, sitting beside you and resting his arm across the back of the couch. "being babied by me isn't so bad."

"you're so annoying," you mumbled, taking a bite.

"and yet, you texted me instead of dying alone."

you rolled your eyes. but when a particularly sharp cramp made you shift and whimper, otoya's teasing faded.

"hey," he said, voice softer now. "you okay?"

you nodded.

he didn't say anything for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your temple.

“if i could punch your uterus, i would.”

that made you laugh. and it made something ache in your chest too.

because beneath the jokes and flirty smiles, otoya eita always showed up when it mattered.

and when your head dropped onto his shoulder not long after, he didn’t move. just let you stay there, humming a soft tune under his breath while his fingers threaded through your hair.

#mixolya!#itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae imagines #itoshi sae fluff #bllk imagines #sae itoshi imagines #bllk x reader #sae itoshi fluff #yukimiya kenyu x reader #yukimiya kenyu imagines #yukimiya kenyu fluff #otoya eita x reader #otoya eita imagines #otoya eita fluff

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cynical-ghost · 1 year ago

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SECRETS OUT

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!motocross!Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Social media-smau

Warning(s): translated French, language? Use of Y/N

A/N: So this is my first post on here, I’m open to constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy, Stay hydrated xoxo

Synopsis: Charles and you soft launch your relationship - fc: multiple

Y/nforeal

Liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff, lilymhe and 654,583 others

Y/nforeal get yourself a guy that buys you flowers🌹

User1 since when was mother in a relationship🥲

User2 is this my new father?

Yourbff you two make me feel extremely single😭🩷

User3 tell us who he is!!

Y/nforeal Dw baby, you still my #1🩷🔥🩷🔥

Yourbff Love youuuu xoxo

User4 Who are we going to rant to about being lonely now…

User5 Mother has turned to the dark side😔

User6 this is sickening… carry on

User7 father??

User8 so we not gunna talk about the first pic?

User9 ikr like it’s only the start, I’m scared of what’s to come🤭

lilymhe ugh it’s a male

alex_albon ???

Y/nforeal Gf, I have an idea…

lilymhe…go on…

Y/nforeal right so, me, you white dresses=wives…???

lilymhe 💍💍

alex_albon tf just happed?

User10 so does this mean he’s an F1 driver?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc so how is everyone doing?

User7 now what is this…

User11 twt is bout to go crazy😃

User2 Y/n in the likes?

User14 who’s Y/n

User2 Y/n L/n is a motocross racer, you should check her out

User14 thanks 🙏

Y/nforeal now who took that pic🤔

charles_leclerc I don’t know, I think she was a crazy fan

Y/nforeal 😃😒

User3 oh so this is happening rn

User4 you see it too?

User3 oh I see it alright…

User15 you guys are dululu..

Y/nforeal

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Y/nforeal My back arched like a cat...😏🏍️

User1 that is so sick

User5 I can hardly do whips yet😭

Y/nforeal keep working, you’ll get there eventually🩷

User5 Omg ty, I love you so much!

Yourbff I’m still the cool one😁

Y/nforeal you sure about that?

Yourbff Fine, that pic makes you look cooler that normal😒

Y/nforeal love you to🩷

charles_leclerc 😏

carlossainz55 mate…wtf

Y/nforeal 🫡

User6 is this confirmation orrr..

User7 let him cook

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc the not so secret secret, je t'aime ma chère❤️💐(I love you my darling)

Y/nforeal I love you more❤️🫶

User7 I FUCKING KNEW IT!

User2 I waited a while for this one

oscarpiastri Lando is asking to be unblocked

charles_leclerc🫡

Y/nforeal 🫡

landonorris FINALLY I AM FREE FROM MY RESTRAINTS 🙌

Y/nforeal you know why you were restricted

landonorris I do not!

oscarpiastri You can’t help your self when you start gossiping you can’t stop🤐

charles_leclerc what he said^

Y/nforeal

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Y/nforeal does this mean I get to be horny for this man on main?😏

charles_leclerc come back to bed😏

carlossainz55 there are children present..

landonorris I am children

oscarpiastri ^^^

#f1 x reader #f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 smau

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luvyeni · 2 years ago

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PlEASE TELL ME YOU TAKE REQUESTSSSSS

If you do can you do one where fem reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend and felix zips in to save the day and comforts her but it escalates and next thing you know he's giving her backshots while taking a video to send to her ex boyfriend😃

❛GETTING OVER HIM❜ ( l. felix )

p. bestfriend!felix x fem!reader w. 1.3k

warnings? smut , lil angst , doggystyle , unprotected sex , dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( felix helping you get over your cheating ex ) !

felix was pissed , your body shaking as you sobbed in his arms. you had come running to his apartment , tears running down your face as you told him the story of how your ex had cheated on you with one of the friends he told you not to worry about.

"he's such a fucking asshole." he rubbed your shoulders. "you don't deserves this , and he doesn't deserve you." he massaged your scalp , as your head laid in his lap. "it's okay , i got you bubs ." the name he used since you became friends.

"what did i do wrong?" you sniffled. "everything he wanted , i gave to him , how could he do this?" without thinking — he grabbed your jaw , forcing you to look up at him from his lap. "listen to me , you did nothing wrong , he was the one who cheating , he ruined your relationship , so don't blame yourself , he's in the wrong here."

felix couldn't help it — he knew shouldn't have done it , you were his bestfriend and you were currently a mess because of this break-up , but he liked you first and you looked so pretty , your shiny eyes , looking up at him , and he just couldn't stop himself from bringing his lips to yours , your lips soft against his.

he pulled away , guilt immediately filling his gut. "i-i'm so sorry , i should've done that , im so stupid." he rambled , but that stopped when you reached up , your hands tracing his jaw. "it's okay , i liked it." he decided it was now or never , his hand soften against your cheek as he pulled you into another passionate kiss.

things started to heat up quick , his hand began to wonder , groping your breast , you moaned into the kiss , he took this as a sign to lay you down on your back , hovering over yours. "you're so pretty." he whispered against skin , leaving little red marks against your skin. "so fucking pretty." he stripped you of your bottoms , leaving you in your white panties.

"can i taste you , please that's all i ever wanted to do." he voice dripping with lust. afraid of the noise that might come from your mouth , you nodded. he got rid of your panties , your cunt glistening with your arousal. "such a pretty cunt."

he came face to face with your cunt , "fe-felix please." you whimpered , squirming against the bed. "please make me forget." this was about you , he wanted to show you want that dickhead of a ex didn't. "don't worry , i'll make you forget all about him bubs."

he licked a stripe up your cunt , your moans going straight to his cock. "mmh , fuck bubs , you taste just as good as i thought." he would've never admitted that he often thought about what your cunt would taste like , but he had a newfound confidence that he didn't have before , and it was taking over.

he dove right into your cunt , slurping and making out with your sweetness like a starved man , you gripped his hair , your back arching off the bed. "fu-fuck felix , feels so good." he moaned against your cunt , your taste was so addicting he didn't even want to go up for air , he could die a happy man if it meant he could spend his last breath tasting your sweet cunt.

"li-lixie." you whimpered , looking down making eye contact with him. "lixie , im gonna cum." his nose brushed ever so slightly against your clit , but it was enough to send you into earth shattering orgasm , cumming all over his tongue. "hnngh , lix!"

he pulled away , his blonde hair all messy , lips swollen and wet , his eyes black with lust and his chest heaving. "fuck bubs , you taste so fucking good , after im done fucking you , im gonna need another taste of that sweet cunt." you moaned at his word alone.

he turned you on your stomach , lifting your hips up. "gonna take you like this." he freed his cock from his slacks , stroking his hard cock. "show you that im so much better than him." his pushed his finger into your fluttering hole. "fuck please lix , please fuck me."

he pulled his finger out , replacing it with his cock , you moan against the bed as he sunk his cock into your sopping hole. "fu-fucking tight pussy , did he even fuck you probably , your hole is choking my dick right now." he grunted , finally bottoming out.

"fuck , fuck if i move im gonna cum." his hips were pressed against yours , he kissed your shoulders. "so-so full." you both moaned , he pulled out , pushing himself in and out of you , slowly. "yeah , you feeling full bubs? mmh , fuck i bet you he never fucked you like this." he began to speed up his thrust. "fuck , felix more."

"more?" he grunted , thrusting as deep as he could , you let out a pornographic scream. "so big!" he smirked. "yeah , you like the way my cock is stretching your pussy out -fuck- so much better than that dickhead , i bet you he probably could even make you cum." he was fucking you as if he had something to prove.

out the corner of his eye he saw your phone , an idea striking him. "bubs , you really want to make him feel like shit , give him a good reason to miss you?" he picked it up. "wh-what are you going doing?" he didn't slow down his thrust , unlocking your phone , going straight to your camera.

"ar-are y-you filming?" he pressed record , turning the camera to you. "yeah , gonna send him a little goodbye present." he said pressing down on your back , making it arch more. "sh-shit , go-goodbye present?" he hummed. "show him what he's gonna be missing now that this pretty pussy is mines."

he held the phone in his hand , using the other to squeeze the flesh of your ass. "fu-fuck felix!" he held the ends of your shirt , using it to fuck you. "gonna imprint my cock inside you , you're only gonna be able to cum on my cock for now on." he maoned. "fu-fuck , gonna fuck you better than he ever did."

he began to thrust into at a inhumane pace , the camera definitely picking up on all your screams , your cunt squeezing around his cock , he hissed. "fuck bubs , you keep clenching around my dick like that and im gonna cum inside your pussy."

his cock was slamming against your g-spot , your second orgasm approaching quickly. "lix , lix m'gonna cum." you moaned , before you or he could react , your orgasm hit you like a ton a bricks , your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. "fuck!"

"that's it." he fucked you harder , camera shaky. "cream my cock -ngh fuck- gonna cum , where do you want it? want me to cum inside you , fill you up to the brim?" you nodded , knowing your now ex would be jealous , you never let him cum inside you.

"fuck please cum inside me." he thrusted a few more times inside you , moaning as his cum filled your insides , he pulled out , finishing off on your back. "shit."

he stopped the video , throwing your phone to the side , so that he could tend to your needs. "you okay bubs?" his voice soft again , you hum softly. "just tired." your body was flat against the bed , exhaustion in your voice. "okay , let's get you ready so you can sleep."

he helped you into the bath , washing your body with his soap , helping you out of the shower , drying your body off while whispering sweet nothings into your ear , putting your panties back on , sliding on one of his shirts.

he fixed the beds , replacing the sheets , helping you into bed , snuggling up next to your sleeping figure. he finally picked up your phone , finding the video and your ex's number. "lix?" your eyes opened. "what are you doing?" he smiled , hitting send. "nothing pretty."

"now let's go to bed , i don't need you falling asleep on our date tomorrow."

©️LUVYENI

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amirawrah · 12 days ago

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⭐︎ Bienvenue à la Famille

with KYLIAN MBAPPE⭐︎

synopsis: While on vacation with his family in France, you struggle to keep up with the fast-paced conversations. Kylian notices and quietly translates everything, making sure you never feel left out.

amirah: guys my first kylian fic hope you all like this also i wrote a smut like 😃

The scent of salt hung thick in the breeze, soft waves lapping lazily against the shore as the sun cast its golden light over the terrace. The Mbappé family vacation villa sat like a postcard on the French Riviera—white stone, terracotta roof, and views that made you forget the rest of the world even existed.

You sat nestled between palm fronds and wicker chairs, hands resting in your lap as bursts of French surrounded you like music you couldn’t quite catch the lyrics to. The table was full—Fayza was recounting a story to Jirès with animated hand gestures, Ethan was teasing Kylian in rapid-fire French, and an aunt you hadn’t even known was coming had just arrived with a tray of fresh clafoutis.

You smiled politely. You caught a word here, a phrase there—but most of it flew right past you, leaving you nodding along while pretending to understand. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been learning French—you had. Duolingo, late-night YouTube videos, Kylian quizzing you before bed. But nothing had prepared you for the pace of a real family conversation.

You didn’t think anyone noticed. You were wrong.

Warm fingers grazed yours beneath the table, and then—his lips were at your ear.

“She said Ethan used to scream every time he saw seaweed in the water. Like full panic attack, swim-for-your-life energy.”

You turned slightly, startled, and caught the subtle amusement dancing in Kylian’s eyes.

“He’s lying,” Ethan called from across the table, in English. “I was like, five.”

“Six,” Fayza corrected sweetly.

You chuckled as Kylian leaned closer again, his breath tickling your skin. “Don’t worry, I’m your personal translator now. You’ll never be lost.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You just like whispering in my ear.”

“True.” He paused. “Also, it’s funny when you blush.”

And there it was—that smirk. The one that spelled danger with a capital K. He leaned back casually, arm brushing yours as he reached for his water, as if he hadn’t just turned your spine to jelly.

Later that afternoon, the group migrated to the beach. You walked barefoot through warm sand, your sundress fluttering in the breeze as you tried to hold conversation with one of Kylian’s cousins. She was sweet, maybe a few years older than you, but she spoke French like a bullet train. You caught the word jardin, something about her mother, and Instagram.

You gave her your best smile, heart sinking. You hated feeling like this. Like you were always one sentence behind, a guest in the middle of someone else’s language. The more you tried to keep up, the more the words blurred.

Suddenly, a hand slipped around your waist.

“She’s saying her mom wants to redo the garden and asked her to find inspiration online,” Kylian murmured softly. “Apparently, everything she pins ends up being pink.”

You exhaled, tension melting from your shoulders. You nodded at his cousin, laughed, and said, “C’est une bonne idée.” That's a good idea.

She smiled, delighted. Kylian squeezed your waist.

“She also just called you très jolie, by the way,” he added, dipping his mouth to your neck. very pretty

“Kylian,” you hissed, cheeks heating.

He grinned. “What? I didn’t want you to miss out.”

That night, the villa buzzed with activity. Someone had lit the grill, music flowed from a Bluetooth speaker, and laughter echoed beneath the stars. You sat curled on the outdoor couch, a plate of food balanced on your lap, watching Kylian help Ethan light sparklers near the pool.

Fayza joined you a few minutes later, handing you a drink.

“You look relaxed,” she said in warm accented English.

“I am,” you admitted. “It’s beautiful here.”

She nodded, then added, “You’re doing better with the language than you think, you know. It takes courage to listen this much.”

You blinked, touched by her words. “It’s hard, sometimes. I don’t want to feel like a burden.”

“You’re not. And you have him.” She nodded toward Kylian, who was now holding a sparkler like a sword while Ethan shouted something dramatic in the background.

You laughed. “He’s very helpful.”

Fayza gave you a look—one of those knowing motherly ones. “He’s smitten. You ground him. You notice that?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t know what to say, so you smiled, quiet and a little overwhelmed.

Then Kylian bounded over, cheeks flushed from laughter, still holding a sparkler.

“Come dance with me.”

“What?”

“I’m stealing you.”

You didn’t protest. He grabbed your hand, pulled you gently to your feet, and led you a few steps away from the group, into the soft shadows near the palm trees. The music floated out to meet you—smooth, slow, dreamy.

There, beneath the moonlight and fairy lights, he wrapped his arms around you and began to sway.

“You’re showing off,” you murmured, tucking your head into his chest.

“Always.”

You laughed softly, fingers brushing the back of his neck. “I don’t know the words to this song.”

“I’ll whisper them to you,” he offered. “But only if you promise to keep blushing.”

“I hate you.”

He grinned into your hair. “You love me.”

You looked up at him, at the way his eyes sparkled, at the hint of mischief and the abundance of affection.

“Yeah,” you said. “I really do.”

The next morning, you woke to the smell of croissants and sun-warmed linen. Kylian was already out on the balcony, shirtless, legs kicked up on the railing as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up as you appeared, eyes crinkling.

“Morning, sleepy.”

You stretched and padded over. “Did everyone already eat?”

“They’re downstairs. I saved you a chocolate one.”

You kissed his cheek. “Mon héros.” My hero.

He pulled you into his lap without warning. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“Mon héros. You sound cute when you try to be dramatic in French.”

You smacked his arm lightly as he laughed.

The rest of the week followed a rhythm—lazy breakfasts, chaotic lunches, sunburnt afternoons, and golden evenings spent wrapped in conversation, or wrapped in Kylian. You started understanding more. He would lean over to translate a joke, but by the end, you were laughing before he spoke.

Sometimes, he whispered things he didn’t need to translate.

“Tu es belle quand tu es confuse.” You look beautiful when you’re confused.

“Tu fais de gros efforts et c’est adorable.” You’re trying so hard and it’s adorable.

And your personal favorite, one night at dinner when you struggled to find the right word in French, and he leaned in and whispered, “Tu es déjà parfaite, ma chérie.” You are already perfect, my darling.

On your last night, the whole family gathered around a bonfire on the beach. The stars shimmered overhead like spilled sugar, and someone passed around roasted marshmallows and cheap red wine.

You leaned into Kylian, your head on his shoulder, and listened to the voices around you—laughter, teasing, warmth. And for once, you weren’t lost. You didn’t understand everything, but you understood enough.

You felt his hand slip into yours.

“You were amazing this week,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I fumbled through half of it.”

“And still you did it. I’m proud of you.”

You looked up at him, eyes soft. “You really helped me feel like I belonged.”

He leaned down, nose brushing yours. “You do belong.”

You kissed him—slow, grateful, a little tipsy from wine and love.

He smiled against your lips. “So, uh… want to practice your French?”

“Now?”

He grinned, eyes gleaming. “I have a few phrases in mind. Bedroom only.”

You swatted at him, laughing. “You’re unbelievable.”

He caught your hand, kissed your knuckles. “Tu m'aimes pour ça.” You love me for it.

You sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “Unfortunately.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you and tucking you into his side.

The bonfire began to dwindle, embers glowing red like coals behind your eyelids as Kylian led you up the path from the beach, fingers laced tightly with yours. The moonlight painted silver over the trail of your footprints in the sand, and your heart thudded a little harder with each step closer to the villa.

You knew that look in his eyes—the low burn, the barely-contained tension. He’d been on his best behavior all week: polite, sweet, translating for you, being the golden boy his mom adored. But now, with everyone asleep and the night stretched out before you, something different lingered in the air.

The moment your shared bedroom door closed, he pressed you against it, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

“You’ve been teasing me all week,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur, lips brushing your cheek as he spoke. “Smiling at me in that sundress. Kissing my neck on the beach. Whispering ‘merci’ every time I helped you with your French…”

“I was being polite,” you said, breath catching.

He leaned in until his lips hovered over yours, eyes burning. “You were being dangerous.”

Then he kissed you—and it wasn’t sweet anymore.

It was hunger and heat, weeks of holding back poured into a single, breathless moment. His tongue slid against yours with confidence, familiarity, and just enough restraint to keep your knees buckling but your heart racing.

His hands trailed down your arms, over your waist, until they gripped under your thighs. “Jump.”

You did—wrapping your legs around him as he carried you effortlessly to the bed, laying you down like you were something sacred. His mouth trailed down your jaw, along your neck, pausing at your collarbone where he sucked gently—claiming you, but tenderly.

You tugged at his shirt. “Off.”

He grinned, pulled it over his head, and you let your eyes linger—he was all golden skin and carved muscle, the athlete in him obvious, but what got to you most was the way he looked at you. Like you were the reason he breathed.

He kissed you again, slower this time, hands exploring the familiar curves of your body with reverence. “You’re shaking,” he whispered.

“I’m excited.”

He chuckled, dark and low. “Good. I want you breathless.”

Clothes disappeared, tossed to the floor in a trail that told a story of urgency and trust. He kissed every part of you—shoulders, hips, thighs—with a whispered compliment in French. You didn’t catch every word, but you didn’t need to.

You understood what he meant.

When he finally moved over you, hands on either side of your face, eyes locked with yours, he paused.

“You ready, mon cœur?”

“Yes.”

He kissed you once more before he slid inside—slow, deep, letting you feel every inch. You gasped, arching into him, and his mouth found your neck again as he began to move. His rhythm was steady, intentional—driving you wild but never rushing.

“Tu es si belle,” he whispered, his voice strained with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

Your nails scraped down his back. “Kylian…”

You understood what he meant.

When he finally moved over you, hands on either side of your face, eyes locked with yours, he paused.

“You ready, mon cœur?”

“Yes.”

“Tu es si belle,” he whispered, his voice strained with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

Your nails scraped down his back. “Kylian…”

“That’s it,” he breathed, voice thick. “Say my name. Say it again.”

“Kylian.”

He adjusted his angle slightly and you cried out—pleasure blooming sharp and bright through your whole body. His lips brushed your ear.

“Je t’aime comme ça… you feel that.”

You barely registered your answer—you were too lost in the feel of him, the tension curling tighter with each thrust. He reached down, thumb finding your clit, circling it expertly while his lips captured your moans.

“Let go, bébé. Viens pour moi.” Come for me.

And when you did—when the pleasure surged through you in a wave so powerful it left your vision white—you clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to the world. He followed seconds later, whispering your name like a prayer as he spilled inside you, body shaking, heart thudding against yours.

You lay tangled together in the aftermath, skin damp and legs still wrapped around him. He traced slow circles on your stomach, eyes half-lidded.

“So,” he said, lips curving into a lazy smirk. “Still nervous about French conversations?”

You laughed softly, breathless. “Not anymore.”

He rolled over, pulling you with him. “Good. Because the only phrase I want you to remember tonight is tu es à moi.” you are mine.

You repeated it, messy and sleepy. “Too-ay… ah mwah?”

“Close enough.” He kissed your forehead.

The room was still humming with aftershocks when Kylian sat up, brushing a hand through his curls. He looked over his shoulder at you, a little dazed, completely satisfied.

“You good?” he asked with a grin that could melt glaciers.

You stretched like a cat beneath the sheets, glowing, lazy, and so very warm. “I’m amazing.”

“Yeah?” He leaned down, kissing your shoulder. “Want to be even more amazing?”

You turned your head to look at him, already knowing what that smirk meant. “Kylian—”

He scooped you up, bridal style, without warning.

“Kylian!”

“We’re showering,” he said simply, like it was the most innocent plan in the world. “Can’t have you walking around dirty.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He nudged the bathroom door open with his foot and set you down on the tile, turning on the water to a perfectly warm temperature. Steam began to fill the glass enclosure, curling around your bodies like a promise.

The moment you stepped in, his hands found your waist.

“God, you’re unreal,” he muttered, eyes roaming your body as water cascaded down your curves. “Turn around.”

You did.

He stepped in behind you, his hands running down your back, fingertips gliding along your hips. You leaned into his touch as his lips kissed along your shoulder, and you could feel him harden against you again, pressing into your lower back.

“This was your plan, taking about dirty” you whispered.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, voice husky, grinding slowly against you. “Just trying to help you get clean…”

You braced your hands on the wall as his hands slid around to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you gasped. He tilted your head to the side and kissed you deeply, the hot water mixing with the heat of his mouth.

Then, with one arm wrapped tight around your waist.

He slid into you from behind with a slow, deep stroke that stole your breath. The position—his body flush with yours, the slippery slide of water and skin—made everything more intense. His rhythm was smooth and controlled, his hands everywhere: gripping your hips, sliding up your ribs, tugging gently at your hair as your moans echoed off the glass.

The glass steamed completely over as your body arched, and he reached down again, fingers circling your clit with precise pressure. It didn’t take long—between the warmth, the closeness, and the way he whispered your name like he was worshipping you—you fell apart in his arms, your body trembling as the orgasm rolled through you.

He wasn’t far behind, burying his face in your neck, hips jerking as he came with a groan that you felt all the way down to your toes.

You both stood there for a second, panting, water running down your overheated bodies.

Fifteen minutes later, you were wrapped in a towel, hair dripping, as Kylian walked out shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. You were mid-lotioning your legs, humming to yourself when—

“YO!”

The bedroom door burst open.

Ethan stood in the doorway, holding a phone charger, absolutely frozen at the sight of you on the bed and his older brother stepping out of the bathroom behind you with damp curls and a smug expression.

“Oh my God—”

“Ethan!” you shrieked, diving under the sheets with your towel clutched tight.

Kylian, unbothered as ever, just crossed his arms. “Tu frappes avec ta bouche ou… ?” You knock with your mouth or…?

“"Êtes-vous sérieux?!” Ethan yelled, covering his eyes dramatically. “ Je suis venu emprunter un chargeur ! Je n'ai pas demandé à être traumatisé !” Are you serious?! . I came to borrow a charger! I didn’t ask for trauma!

You peeked out from under the sheets, face flaming, as Kylian tossed a pillow at Ethan’s head.

“Get out.”

“I am out!” Ethan backed into the hallway, flailing.

Kylian closed the door behind him, chuckling as he turned back to you. “So… breakfast with the family might be awkward.”

You flopped back on the pillows, groaning. “He’s never going to let us live this down.”

Kylian climbed into bed beside you, pulled you into his arms, and kissed your temple. “He’ll survive.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Of course,” he said smugly. “We’re finally even. I walked in on him last year. Now he knows how it feels.”

You stared at him. “Your whole family’s just casually walking in on each other?”

He winked. “Welcome to the Mbappés, baby.”

#mirahsworks🦫#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe x black!reader #kylian mbappe x black! reader #kylian mbappe smut #kylian lottin mbappé #real madrid cf #footballer x black reader

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ghysry · 9 months ago

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You're asking for requests and what about a reader (who wasn't adopted by Reginald ofc) with the powers of clairvoyance who sees what's gonna happen in season 4 all of it the Lila x five arc and everything and is just like no 😃 and stops it and fixes it (somehow five is the same age physically and mentally as them) so it's a reader x five fic it can be an established relationship to make it more angsty or not up to you!!

angst....I can't!!! I can't do it! I'm sorry guys but this story will not be angsty😭

Tags:

Fluff, comfort, unestablished relationship, five Hargreeves, reader, tua x reader, five x reader, Five is a little bitch

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"Emotion."

What are you doing?

You'd be shocked with how much you can do because you have the power of clairvoyance. You, yes you, had single handedly warned the others of the imminent danger their sibling, Viktor, would impose. You saw it when you closed your eyes, the world ending, a paradox. Had Five not gone here, had you not followed him, had he not created this, had he not created that.. That's not to say clairvoyance doesn't have its downsides, though. The memories keep on repeating, when Five jumps forward in time, when Five goes back in time, when Five...when Five..

Oh, don't you know?

It was driving you fucking insane. Every time you blinked that picture of Lila and Five kissing surrounded by strawberries in this safe haven of intricate wood painted white to look cutesy, her throwing strawberries at him, he, smiling. He smiled for god's sake - not in the sadistic homicidal way that you were so used to, but he smiled because he fell in love, in love with a woman he spent maybe seven years with, while he could barely muster a hello towards your way when you spent roughly forty years together in a shitty apocalypse?

Don't you know you'll be my ruin?

But, what could you do? They were already speaking, Lila was already a part of the family, you, not so much. You almost felt bad for Diego, no, you did feel bad for Diego, in all of the scenarios your power could have put you in, it decided to put you in this one. Choosing between telling your feelings (of which you can barely do) to a man who you're not even sure likes you back to fix this mess, or biting your tongue and letting it happen.

You got me crying,

For now though, while you're stuck in this shitty hotel you know will cause the reset of the universe, you have no choice but to keep your mouth shut until the right time approaches for you to strike. See, clairvoyance is a balance, it should always be a balance. It's why your mother always told you never to tell people what you can really do, because if you had, most if not everyone would have been surrounding you now asking you what happens next. It was the peace that kept you quiet about your power, even if it meant lying about it.

Crying again..

Thankfully though, now was the right time. Ben, the sparrow, had been alone for quite a while, sitting by himself while everyone else went about their way, Lila and Diego a reflection of Luther and Sloane, who had their wedding just a day ago, it was sweet to see honestly, even sweeter to see drunk Five messing around in the hallways physically, and not just through a mirror in your mind. Carefully, you found yourself sat next to the lonely sparrow, looking at him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.

When will you let..

"Ben." You started, your throat weirdly dry ever since you've been seeing into this specific future. Your heart beats rather faster than it usually should, but it always has when you have to mess with the timeline. The results would show in your mind's eye once the dirty work was done. "Yea that's me..Ben." His voice snaps you out of your daze once you realize you've been quiet for longer than a minute now. "Don't trust him." You push, your eyes squinting as if to magnify your point. "Trust who?" "Reginald." Ben gulps, audibly. You could practically hear his blood rush throughout his body once he realizes you know. "How did you..?" He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't trust him." Is all you answer, before walking away.

You spend an extended time in your room with a headache you knew was coming. It was always like this after you alter time in your own way, like telling Ben not to trust Reginald, some change, some don't. Unfortunately for you, what doesn't change is Lila and Five kissing it out in that damn strawberry garden. You can't even bring yourself to eat strawberries anymore, it's honestly traumatizing. Thankfully though, because of you telling Ben all this, the outcome has changed once more. From Luther and Klaus dying, only Klaus dies. From Five thinking Allison made a deal to kill Luther, Five now only thinks Allison made a deal..of some sort.

Five..

Okay, this is dumb. Well, you walking to Five and grabbing him by the wrist, huffing out a "we have to talk" is certainly dumb on a whole lot of degrees, even worse when you both find yourselves in a quiet room, you seated on the bed, him pacing around in the room. "Is this about something important? Because the world is ending right outside," You can't help it anymore. "I don't want you around Lila." You blurt out like word vomit, it was vile enough that you actually covered your mouth for a second, and his little chuckle made it even worse. He thinks it's a joke.

"what? Are you jealous? Think she might steal me away-" He almost fully stops dead in his tracks when he realizes you're actually serious about him and Lila, and his eyes soften, finally realizing what you were meaning to say. He clears his throat, causing your soul to jump from your body and bring your attention back, the tips of his ears are awfully red, and he has this look on his face that he's criminally scared to fuck this up. "Well, if that's what you want then I'll always be by your side."

You pause.

"That was a really bad flirt."

"Well excuse me for trying!"

#the umbrella academy x reader #five x reader #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #lila hargreeves #diego hargreeves #tua spoilers #tua #ben hargreeves

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lixies-favorite-cookie · 9 months ago

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Rewrite the ending

-Just once, let him rewrite the story; Just once, he promises you will never have to watch the same ending again.

Paring◦ felix x mommy issues!reader

Genre ◦ smut with pain

Warnings ◦ The reader is described as having mommy issues though the argument is very brief so it can connect with more people, angst, talk about knives, PIV sex, CONSENT, ngl this is just some passionate lovemaking, tears during sex, references to the princess bride the greatest love story of all time I will die on this hill,

Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222, @ur-fav-lvr, @velvetmoonlght

A/N ◦ This is literally a story solely based on an experience I just had with my mother and needed something to comfort me while I have a mental breakdown 😃 also if you liked this man I have mommy issues I severely need reassurance 😭

can somebody please tell me if this is convoluted because I tried to make it poetic but I don't know if I just made it messy. THANK YOU.

Soundtrack ◦ Family Line by Conan Grey, Cover me by Stray Kids

~cookiecreates 🍪

The screen flickers off.

The velvet curtains close.

The world fades to black.

The End

Your ribs crack open, heavy sobs echoing through the gaps of your unfolded bones. Your hands make purchase around your shredded soul, the warm liquid of your sorrows trickling through your splayed fingers like the shadow's phantom finger tracing the lines of your melancholy, dusting over the hill of your cheeks.

One more time.

Just one more time.

You rewind the tape-

The velvet curtains stutter open.

The screen flashes white.

Just one more time.

How many times could you watch the same movie before you realized the ending would never change?

You rewind the tape-

How many times could you lick her love off the edge of a knife before you realize the blade will never dull?

You slide the tip across your tongue-

Just one more time.

Please.

Just pretend to love me one more time.

"For once, can you admit that you're wrong?" you snap, attempting to steady your rising voice.

You've been arguing with your mother for centuries, your breath grating across your throat like grains of sharpened sand. Talking to her was like bouncing wisdom off a wall; it will only ever come to bite you in the ass-

"I did what I had to do to teach you discipline; you were unruly-"

or punch you in the face.

"I was nine!" you shout, a weak and wounded cry. "Nine!"

How could she not see that?

"I did it because I loved you."

She rips your heart out of your chest, only to dust a gentle finger underneath the curve of your jaw; her sweet smile coaxes your lips open; she was your mother, and yet, with a wicked gaze, she draws her fingers together—you choke, a thick river of blood flows onto your tongue like a bitter stream of a thousand broken promises.

There was so much you wanted to say to her.

"Maybe you should reevaluate your definition of love."

"Maybe you should have just been a better daughter."

"Only she could spread sugar across your skin before feeding your soul to the ants."

The signal of an ended call rings through your ears as the world fades to black.

The velvet curtains close.

The screen flickers off.

The movie sputters to a stop.

The End

All you wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

All you have ever wanted to hear was I'm sorry.

You are far too entranced with the stillness of your spine to hear the door creak open, Felix’s hesitant footsteps carefully creep closer. It is only when he mumbles a soft, saturnine "sweetheart" that you finally feel something-

"How did it go?" Felix believed the strings of your souls were so intertwined, the two of you experienced emotions the way an instrument feels the thrum of a cord; but as your heart pumps with an intangible amount of anguish, maybe even for you, some feelings were simply too subjective to share.

It is only when your heart has been crushed by fingers made of feathers do you start caring a lot less about the hands made of knives.

How desperately he wishes he was a human with hinges, where he may unscrew his soul and allow your eyes to gaze upon his walls, with the knowledge that they were only ever painted with the thought of you.

He would not hurt you-

Please, collapse into him, just once-

Let him prove that you will never have to fall again-

Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, your hand chases his touch, a million different uncompleted sentences dissipating as soon as your skin connects; your fingers beg, hold me, even as your mouth shutters shut, dusty rivulets cascading across your cheeks like the desert's silky sand.

You were empty.

so, so, very empty-

Felix's soothing hands lock underneath the bend of your knees, pulling you into his warm embrace with a rush of unregistered movements.

You rewind the tape.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to not constantly live with the echo of a hollow soul.

Just one more time.

You needed to be reminded of what it was like to hear something other than a deafening crescendo of pure contempt.

Just one more time.

"Please," you have lived so much of your life caught in a perpetual state of emptiness, for once, you wanted to remember what your body was like before your mother bore you with the heavy burden of broken wings.

"Touch me," you shove the palm of his hand into your core, pleading with so much of your soul none left to protest. He gasps into your mouth, his face scrawled with worry, the etch of a million different fears drawn into the deep lines of his forehead.

Just once

Let him rewind the film

Just once

You will never have to watch the same ending again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Though his words are unsure, his actions tell a different story; tender hands massage the length of your thighs, reluctantly begging you to open up, to unfold your deformed ribs, where he will fill your hollow bones with the type of love you have only ever yearned for.

Just once.

"I need you."

You need him more than you need your heart to beat, your lungs to breathe; you need him more than you need the birds, the bees, the ground, the trees—

He lays you upon the silken sheets with such soulful kindness that your glassy eyes almost break; his heart thrums with the promise of I love you and the vow of I'll make you fly. His hand dips into the band of your shorts, pleasure peeking out from the shadows of your mind, only ever bobbing its head long enough to fill your skin with a minute tingling sensation—like running your hands under hot water after a long day in the snow, but it was not enough.

"I need you," you gasp into his mouth, his throat desperately sucking the sound in. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his features stricken with a sudden tightness, a burdened tonnage; you were handing him your heart with the hope his hands weren't made of blades, and the idea of the utter trust you have put in him to do that makes his stomach flip.

Just once—

He will prove it all to you.

"As you wish," nostalgia flutters in your veins as you reminisce the sentence pulled straight from the greatest love story ever told. His nose nudges the column of your throat as he presses a peck on your flesh, drifting his arms down to unceremoniously pull off his pants.

Even with such a simple act, he makes the effort to remind you that he is here.

He takes his time removing your clothes, fingers sliding across your skin with a delicate intimacy, a tender reverence; his lips trace the lines of your seams until your very atoms are etched with his name.

I hate her

I love you

He coupled every leak of anger with a river of love, kissing your limbs until all your body could remember was the pureness of his ardor.

"Are you ready?" he whispers against your skin, lining himself with your entrance, all he needs is a word to finally sink himself in. Your eyes are glassy, gazing up at him with such an unadulterated passion, a pure amount of pain—this will tear you apart, and he promises with every fiber of his being, he will put you back together.

"Yes." You have lived most of your life with the heavy burden of a body’s broken wings, and it isn't until Felix’s crafted hands finally crease your ribs that you realize origami can only emerge when you fold it up, the way a bird can only fly when it falls.

You are an amalgamation; so much of your soul is lost in his lips you don't know where he begins and you end, but when a rush of pleasure tingles up your spine, you don't care.

The world is tangled somewhere on the edge of in-between space and time, melding together into a mushy, gushy substance that slips through your fingers as they lace in his raven locks. You pour all your pain into the slit of his lips, where he sucks in every drop, leaving no room for your protests.

You were both overcome with a flood of delicate feelings—the passion that surged with the twists of your heartbeats began to be too much to bear; as his hips ruthlessly rut into yours, you cry out, chasing the edge of a daydream. So close, so close, so—his lips taste like I love you and his tears like I'm here. You can only hear the crash of your soul shattering before his ginger fingers sew you back together.

The juxtaposition of that orgasm was astounding.

You both slam down into the earth at the same time, holding each other's tired bodies as the ground swallows you up.

His arms lock around your head, quivering as he struggles to hold himself up, droplets of tears land on your cheeks as they dip down the slope of his nose. He was so perfect-

so, so, very perfect.

Your mouth raises to kiss a tear clinging to the tip of his nose. He chokes, squeezing his eyes shut. You both are thrumming with tension, overflowing with emotion; before you can even blink, he is pulling you to his chest, naked and sticky, he holds you closer than you have ever been.

It is through the tears of others that we remember we are alive.

Just one more time.

Rewind the tape and let him kiss your shattering soul with the knowledge that has already rewritten the ending.

Just once-

Collapse into him.

Let him prove that this story really is—

The End

©CookieCreates (posted: August, 12th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

~cookiecreates 🍪

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barcameowski · 5 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ⁻ gavi

warnings: none

face claim: estelle behnke

pairing: pablo gavi x reader (soft launch)

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

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pablogavi: ❤️

user1: is this gavis girlfriend?

user2: AURORA WHO IS THISSSS

user3: WHOOOOOOOOO ISSSS ITTTT

user4: please who is she

user5: tell your brother my phone number is *redacted* TELL HIM TO HIT ME UPP

user6: is that you or someone else in the photo?

⇝ aurorapaezg: it’s not me! it’s a friend of my brothers 💞

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yourusername: sevilla 🌴

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user1: do y’all know who else is in seville…gavi

aurorapaezg: guapísima 💕

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user2: WHAT CAMERA IS THIS?!???

user3: what’s gavi doing right now?

⇝ user4: why would she know

⇝ user3: they’re dating…

⇝ user4: no they aren’t…

user5: hear me out, her and gavi are on holiday together

user6: the breeze blowing her dress was a paid actor

user7: gorgeous

user8: vogue beauty secrets when?

⇝ user9: she’s not that popular 💀

yourfriend1: face card is deadly even when you can’t see it

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user10: gavi don’t be shy comment

user11: do you like barça?

user12: I can already see the hate comments rolling in

⇝ user13: gavi and princess leonor fangirls lmao

user14: can we talk about the view 😍

yourfriend2: is secret guy there?

⇝ yourusername: stfu this isn’t private messages

⇝ yourfriend2: oops sorry?

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user15: cásate conmigo 🫦

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pablogavi: 🤍

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user1: what on earth, first fermin, now gavi

⇝ user2: it’s okay, the only thing pedri has is a dog

⇝ user1: you right, you right

user3: AWWWW THEYRE MATCHINNGGG

user4: cutie

user5: the first photo is too good to be taken by a man, he has a girlfriend 100%

user6: my heart is ruptured

user7: hold up, the back of the girls head looks like yourusername

⇝ user8: maybe it’s just aurora?

⇝ user7: no he would’ve tagged her, also auroras hair is lighter

user9: gavi lets have a talk about this

user10: I want to bite his arm

⇝ user11: i want you to turn your phone off

user12: it’s obviously yourusername, her friend liked this post and so did she

user13: what if it’s princess leonor !!

⇝ user14: get out, it’s not

user15: maybe it’s just a friend?

user16: im just admiring the sunset in the second picture, have fun being nosy

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yourusername: three of my favorite pieces from yesterday ✨

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pablogavi: 📸😍

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user1: ITS THE SAME BACKGROUND AS GAVISS POSTT

user2: the white dress is the same

user3: I don’t like u

⇝ user4: gavi doesn’t know you exist 🥰

user4: the camera makes everything look so pretty 🤩

⇝ user5: looks like she used the same camera for gavis photo

user6: they’re so “secreto” by karol g & anuel

yourfriend1: background is almost prettier than u

⇝ pablogavi: stop trying to steal her

user7: gavis reply to that girls comment 🥲🥲

user8: I bet they just met lol

user9: maybe it’s just a coincidence

⇝ user10: oh yeah because she just happens to be at the same place as him at the same time and hangs out with his sister

user11: I’m noting that the way to have a footballer fall in love with you is to become besties with their sister

aurorapaezg: que hermosa eres

⇝ yourusername: 💖

user12: the fangirls are so obsessed

user13: gavi dating an influencer is embarrassing for him 😃

⇝ user14: no it isn’t?

user15: and suddenly the second bird flew from the coop

⇝ user16: pedri next

yourfriend2: I know nothing 😇😇

⇝ yourfriend3: me neither!

⇝ yourfriend1: samesies !

⇝ pedri: yo tampoco !

user17: the comments of pedri and her friends 🤨

⇝ user18: pedri just wanted to join the trend

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yourusername: i had a very special photographer for this one

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pablogavi: 🙈

⇝ yourusername: 🙈

user1: the photographer was gavi 😭😖

user2: the dress is perfect 🤩

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user3: im in awe

user4: dayum gavi knows how to take photos

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user5: she looks like she smells good

user6: why does gavi communicate in emojis

yourfriend2: you can’t be human

⇝ yourusername: but i am? what are you taking about

⇝ yourfriend2: YOU DONT GET IT

user7: this reminded me to wash my hair and get out of bed

user8: princess leonor > her

⇝ user9: why do you people always have to bring her up? this post doesn’t have anything to do with her. she’s really pretty but her and gavi are never gonna be together, stop comparing

user10: that background is immaculate

⇝ user11: alright shakespeare or one of those like word makers

⇝ user10: huh?

⇝ user11: let me word that better, you word things like my great grandmother

user12: 🥰😍✨

user13: how prettttttttyyyy

yourfriend1: art

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aurorapaezg: más lindo pareja del mundo✨

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pablogavi: guapísima cómo siempre

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requests are open

not proofread

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remember-the-fanfics · 5 months ago

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Imagine the first time Gen z Overlord meeting Angel Dust for the first time when Charlie and Vaggie brought Angel Dust to the hotel while GenZ reader was in the hotel preparing the welcome party preparations with Razzle and Dazzle, GenZ reader ignores Angel Dust's attitude and is kind and respectful to him by giving Ángel Dust cake that Genz reader for him?😃😃

"Razzle, Dazzle! This has to be perfect for Charlie and Vaggie will be back with the first guest!" Yelled (Y/n) decorating the not completely burned cake, the last two burnt cakes will be eaten by them or the tiny dragons.

"No- alittle to the left! No Razzle, that's down- finally thank you!" (Y/n) yelled watching the two put up a sign. "Okay, so I don't want to pressure whoever is coming so I think 'HELL-O (the o is silent)' is funny, it's a pun. I'm totally not feeling stressed about this." (Y/n) voiced to Razzle and Dazzle as the two came over to see the cake, words looking like it was blood and covered in rainbow sprinkles.

The pair looked at (Y/n) blankly.

"I used all the white with the actual frosting and being in hell most colors are red, black, and death."

"-and this is the entrance and Oh wow." (Y/n) heard Charlie say, they brought the cake towards the group. "You really decorated well, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) sees Charlie leading a fluffy yet skinny spider man sinner from the doorway with Vaggie trailing behind.

"Thank you, it was mostly Razz and Dazz since I was baking a cake for the guest." (Y/n) said putting the cake on a conveniently placed table, dusting off their hands. "Who are you?"

"You live under a rock? I'm Angel Dust, everyone on the streets knows me or wishes to." He said and (Y/n) blanking starred up at him.

"W-well (Y/n) here doesn't usally watch what you usally star in Angel." Said Charlie.

"Oh! He's an Actor then? I don't often watch TV, I'm usually working or helping Charlie." Said (Y/n) before Angel Dust started to laugh.

"I've never meet anyone who hasn't already seen all of me if you get what I mean." He finished and looked at the cake. "Hah. Funny if it didn't look like a rainbow was trying find me but thanks. Just know I'm only here for the free grub and room."

"Well I hope you atleast give a chance one or twice." Said (Y/n) before a sound from the kitchen was heard. "Shit, they're trying to eat the burnt cakes." They yelled rushing towards.

"How many did you burn? Razzle, Dazzle. Don't eat to much!" Said Charlie speeding after them.

"You never said you had child labor." Said Angel Dust taking a bite of his cake.

"(Y/n) was technically an adult when they dead also they are an Overlord."

"That explains why they've never watch porn with me in it-. Wait. How the hell does that child have that much power?! That's like giving a toddler a knife."

"I questioned it everyday."

"Isn't Angel Dust a drug?" Asked (Y/n), sharing the last burnt cake with Vaggie and Charlie because Angel Dust kept his.

"It another word for PCP." Said Vaggie, slightly cringing on how the cake was somehow raw and brunt at the same time.

"Like a pipe for plumbing?"

"That's PCV, kid. How do you not know these things?" Asked Angel.

"I died before I could I guess, my parents would probably kill me if they ever saw me with any drugs." Said (Y/n) shrugged. "So what kind of actor are you? I feel like i heard your name before since you mentioned it earlier."

"I'm porn star."

"...Well that explains alot of why people would be weird when I asked who they were talking about. I hope you enjoy your stay."

#hazbin hotel x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin vaggie #charlie morningstar #genz reader #gender nuetral

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celestialgallaghers · 24 days ago

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White Mustang: Monday

IT'S STARTING. finally get to write gratuitous smut for the remainder of this 😃

Summary: You were younger then, and it was only a crush. Something harmless born in the long hours of a studio summer. But now Noel’s here, newly divorced and quieter then you remember, sharing a house on your family’s holiday. He’s more distant, harder to read, and somehow even more gorgeous with age. Suddenly the feelings you thought had faded are back in full force. But he’s still off limits… isn’t he?

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Monday

The next day, you woke up and spent the morning with Emily wandering the city. Got pedicures. Bounced around tourist shops. Pretended not to think about Noel the entire time.

When you got back to the house, he was outside by the pool, lounging in the shade with a book in his lap. No shirt off this time, unfortunately. But that wasn’t going to stop you.

The way he’d looked at you yesterday in your bikini had been... electrifying. That faint, hungry flicker in his eyes. Like he’d forgotten himself for a second. It was thrilling. A little dangerous. And it made your blood hum.

But that wasn’t even the most revealing one you’d packed. You slipped into your room, heart hammering a little too fast, and changed quickly. Fluffed your hair, adjusted your top until it sat just right, and grabbed two cold beers on your way back out.

Noel glanced up as you approached, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. His eyes flicked down your body far too quickly for your liking. Like he was forcing himself not to look.

“Afternoon,” he said, casual as ever, eyes dropping back to his book. “Where you been?”

“Just out and about. Beer?” you asked, holding one out.

He took it from you with a small nod, fingers brushing yours.

“Ta,” he murmured.

He cracked it open and took a slow sip, eyes meeting yours over the rim. There was something sharp in his gaze. Something he was trying to hide. You smiled, slow and easy, and sauntered off toward the sunnier side of the pool.

You stretched out on the lounge chair, popped open your own beer, and pulled out your sunscreen. As you started rubbing it into your arms, you felt his gaze on you. When you peeked at him through your sunglasses, you caught the faintest twitch of a smile tugging at his mouth before he smothered it.

“Need any help?” he called, voice light but laced with something else. Something amused. Curious. Maybe testing.

He tilted his head toward you. “It’s hard enough getting my own back.”

You let the pause stretch. Let him think. “Well… if you’re offering.”

There was a beat. Just long enough to second guess yourself.

But then he pushed up from his chair and crossed the deck to you, plucking the bottle of sunscreen from your hands.

“Turn over.”

The words hit low. You blinked, stunned by the heat of them. So casually spoken. So full of possibility. You thought of other contexts where he might say that to you. Lower voice. Less clothing. And your brain short circuited a little.

But you obeyed, rolling onto your stomach and sweeping your hair to the side, heart pounding in your ears.

Then his hands found your skin.

And immediately, everything changed.

His touch was warm, rough in that unmistakably male way. You tried to stay still, but it was impossible. Every slow drag of his hands made your stomach curl tighter. Sent heat rushing lower.

He worked in slow circles before his fingers dipped just below your waist and something in you flinched. It was too much.

You squirmed suddenly and sat up quickly. “Sorry. Ticklish,” you offered, trying to make it seem light.

Noel had stepped back the moment you moved, his eyes flickering to your face. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he’d just crossed a line.

He let out a small, nervous laugh as he avoided your gaze. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“S’alright,” you said quickly, brushing it off with a smile you hoped looked natural. “I think you’ve gotten it good enough.”

You eased back into your seat, fingers twitching as you reached for your beer. Your skin still tingled where his hands had been. The sun was blazing, but you felt goosebumps rise anyway. Like your body was still chasing that touch.

Noel cleared his throat and walked back to his chair, sitting a little too upright.

You both read in silence for a while. At least, you pretended to. Half your attention stayed on him, tracking every time his eyes flicked toward you. Eventually, you sat up and stretched, empty bottle in hand.

“Want another?” you asked.

Noel looked up, blinking a few times. He met your gaze and gave a small nod.

“Yeah. Go on then.”

You came back with two more, handed his off without a word, and returned to your chair. Thank god for sunglasses. Anyone passing by would think you were reading. But you weren’t. You were watching him. Tracking every dart of his gaze. Every time his fingers tapped restlessly against the arm of his chair. Every time he looked like he was about to speak but didn’t.

You caught the way his eyes kept drifting to your legs. The curve of your waist. The little tie on your bikini top.

The way he was shifting in his seat had you biting your lip to keep from smiling.

This dance continued for another hour. A slow, silent burn. Like the sun was fueling it. Both of you silently ogling each other and pretending not to.

By the time you passed him the fourth beer, he quirked an eyebrow.

“You tryin’ to get me drunk or something?”

You just shrugged and turned away, letting your smile slip free.

“Gonna take a lot more than that to get me drunk, love,” he called after you.

There it was again. Love.

“Good to know,” you said over your shoulder, your voice light but your insides fluttering.

You, on the other hand, were definitely starting to feel it. The heat, the buzz of beer, the brush of his hands still haunting your skin. You felt warm all over, half drunk on tension alone.

At some point you rolled onto your stomach and untied the back of your top. Just for an even tan, of course.

Your eyes were closed, but a few minutes later, you heard the scrape of his chair. Then footsteps retreating inside. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you’d gotten to him.

Eventually, you slipped into the pool to cool off, letting the water wash away the heat clinging to your skin. You floated there for a while, half dazed, half hoping Noel would join you, but he didn’t.

When you finally stepped back inside, the house was quiet. You slipped into the bathroom across from your room and stood beneath a cold stream, rinsing the chlorine and heat from your skin.

You dressed quickly, barely bothering to dry your hair, and reached for the door.

But the moment you stepped out, you stopped dead.

Noel was there, just two steps away, hand raised like he’d been about to knock.

“Shit—sorry,” he said, stumbling back a little. “Didn’t know you were in there.”

He ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking away like he was trying not to look.

You blinked, caught off guard. “It’s all yours,” you murmured, voice softer than intended.

You moved to step past him, but he didn’t move out of the way. The air shifted. Neither of you were pulling back.

He hesitated for a long moment before taking a step closer. Your breath caught.

His eyes found yours and this time, neither of you looked away. The tension that had been simmering all afternoon flared, thick and hot and impossible to ignore. You could feel it on your skin.

His gaze dropped to your mouth. Then back up.

And then slowly, like every inch cost him, he stepped closer.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

He was inches away now. You could hear his uneven breathing. Feel the heat radiating off him. See the restraint coiled in his jaw. His lips parted like he was right on the edge of something.

As much as you wanted to, you wouldn’t make the first move. It had to be him.

His lips hovered mere centimeters from yours. You tilted your head slightly and your own lips brushed against his. Just then a voice cut through the tension.

“Noel? Did you find her?” your dad’s voice rang out from the kitchen, oblivious.

Noel recoiled instantly and the spell was broken. His eyes dropped and he stepped back, the space between you suddenly filled with air and silence.

“Yeah!” he called out, voice slightly higher.

He cleared his throat and spoke more to the floor than to you. “Your dad wanted me to tell you we’re heading out for dinner so be ready in thirty.”

And then he was gone. Leaving you alone in the hallway, flushed and breathless.

What the hell was that?

You walked back to your room in a daze, heart still thudding like it hadn’t caught up to the fact that the moment had passed. Your fingers brushed your lips, like maybe some trace of him might still be there.

You leaned against the closed door, eyes shut, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Or almost happened. You couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. You pressed your hands to your warm cheeks and let out a quiet, shaky laugh.

He’d been so close. To you. To giving in.

You’d nearly had what you wanted, only to have it ripped away. It left you reeling. Like you’d stood right on the edge of something and suddenly the ground had disappeared beneath your feet.

It took several minutes before you were able to pull yourself together enough to start getting ready. You didn’t go overboard. Just a simple white dress. But when you looked in the mirror, there was no denying the flush on your cheeks. The way your lips looked slightly parted like you were still waiting for him to kiss you.

Twenty minutes later, you emerged and padded into the kitchen. Everyone was gathered, seemingly waiting on you.

“Finally,” Emily groaned dramatically. “I’m starving.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, though your voice sounded far away even to yourself.

Your eyes betrayed you before you could stop them. They flicked towards Noel, who was leaning against the counter, arms crossed. Watching you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

He looked away the second your gaze met his, but it was too late. You felt it. Right in the pit of your stomach.

The walk to the restaurant blurred by. You and Emily lingered in the back, laughing at something stupid.

By the time you reached the table, Noel had ended up all the way at the other end. Honestly, it was probably for the best. If you’d been across from him, you might’ve been tempted to play footsie. And if you’d been next to him, close enough to feel his leg brush yours, you didn’t trust yourself to act normal.

This was safer.

Still, you couldn’t help but steal glances.

You and Emily ordered ridiculous, over the top beach cocktails that were garnished with umbrellas and fruit skewers. They looked fun, but were deceptively strong. Or maybe it only felt strong because your stomach was half empty.

Your cheeks burned. From the alcohol. Or maybe from the way Noel’s lips quirked into a grin every time you laughed. The way his fingers drummed against his glass. The way his sleeves were rolled up just high enough to show his forearms and that gold bracelet he always wore.

It was all too much.

You were half tempted to climb across the table and finish what he'd started. Jesus.

Back at the house, the night settled into something looser. Laughter echoed from the kitchen as you all sat around the table drinking and talking shit. It was fun. Took the edge off the heat that’d been burning through you all day.

You’d almost forgotten how funny Noel was. So quick witted. Every time he opened his mouth, he had the group in stitches. Emily had practically been in tears at one point.

Eventually you all said goodnight, Emily and your dad retreating upstairs as Noel wandered off towards the sad little pull out couch he’d claimed for the week.

You made your way back to your room, heart racing as you passed the bathroom where he’d nearly kissed you. You changed into pajamas, barely thinking as you replayed the moment over and over.

Twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door.

Your pulse stuttered.

You opened it and there he was. Still in the clothes from earlier, like he hadn’t even tried to sleep. His hair was a little mussed, sticking up at odd angles like he’d been running his hand through it repeatedly.

You became suddenly, acutely aware of your tiny sleep shorts.

He stood there for a second like he might bolt, then glanced off to the side, struggling to speak.

“Look, I…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry about earlier. That was… way out of line.”

There was a rawness to his voice. He looked like he’d been pacing for twenty minutes replaying that moment in his head and tearing himself up about it. Raking himself over the coals.

Your heart ached. For him. For you. Because as wrong as he thought it was, it hadn’t felt wrong. Not to you.

You leaned against the doorframe to steady yourself. Your silence stretched a little too long. Noel opened his mouth like he had more to say but stopped.

You licked your lips and his eyes tracked the motion. Something inside you cracked wide open.

You thought back to how much he’d tried to hold back. One of you needed to stop pretending. And if he couldn’t say it… maybe you had to.

Your voice wavered. “Noel, it’s… I—” But there was no way to say it. Not with words.

So you stepped forward and kissed him.

His whole body tensed. You could feel the war raging inside of him, like his instincts and his conscience were fighting one another. He was trying so hard to be good. To keep the boundary intact. But then…

Then he let go.

What started soft and searching turned quickly desperate. Like he’d been starving. For you.

You pulled back slightly, your heart racing, trying to read his face.

Then he surged forward. And this time it was pure fire.

His mouth crashed onto yours in a way that knocked the air right out of your lungs. You could feel his hand hovering near your jaw. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you. You made the decision for him, your hand gripping the fabric of his sleeve.

That was all it took.

His hand found your face gently, even as his kiss remained anything but. He backed you into the doorframe, careful not to crowd, but still so achingly close that you could feel the heat of him.

Your spine met wood, and a soft gasp slipped from you. His tongue slid into your mouth reflexively, but quickly retreated, still unsure. Until you parted your lips wider, letting him in. Inviting him deeper.

He began exploring your mouth, the slide of his tongue making you weak in the knees. You were unraveling beneath his touch. Losing yourself in the taste of him, the rhythm, the relief. Years of tension and never-quite moments poured into it.

It was a release.

You trembled. Every inch of you felt electric. Like you’d been struck. A soft, involuntary sigh escaped your throat, both sated and wanting all at once.

But it seemed to snap him out of it.

He pulled away fast. His eyes were a bit hooded, lips kiss bruised, chest rising and falling too fast. You watched the sharp bob of his throat as he swallowed.

Then you felt it. The way your nipples had hardened through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes dropped. Lingered for a moment too long.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging a hand across his face. “We can’t do this. This is… this…” He shook his head, eyes wide and furious at himself.

You opened your mouth to tell him it was okay. That you wanted this. Wanted him. But he didn’t wait.

He turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

You stood frozen in the doorway. Heart hammering, lips tingling with the taste of him, skin still buzzing where he’d touched you.

You wanted to run after him. Say something. Change his mind. But something stopped you. It would be too much. Too desperate.

A mix of shame and longing sank in your chest. You shut the door gently behind you, leaning your back against it. And in the thick silence, the weight of what had just happened finally hit you.

You’d crossed the line.

And now you weren’t sure where that left either of you.

#noel gallagher x you #noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher fic #noel gallagher

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coirinthyurilo · 1 month ago

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Headcanon that Will Solace knows his routine so well he's found little breaks in between to be able to have a short ass breakdown before going back to out himself together and be his happy self again.

(Ya'll I can write.😃)

"See you!" Will waves as he steps down on the grassy floor of camp. He feet pushing against the wooden panels of stairs as he rushes to talk to Chiron about the lack of supplies arriving in time for the infirmary.

The infirmary to Big House wasn't exactly a five minute walk. Camp was supposed to fit at least a hundred campers in estimation. The acres of camp had to be doubled for that many ADHD demigods to have enough ground to cover.

Will Solace was no exception. And yet he still ran across the field, dodging campers barreling through groups. (And maybe him.) If he wasn't careful, he'd hit the ground faster than you could say— eat dirt!

Routines like these weren't common. But they were often enough that — Will found loopholes to take a break, allow a little slip-up from the perfect smile he had practiced over and over in the mirror.

He still ran across the field. Like a coward running away from his problems and misery. With a goal in set. So different yet so similar.

He found himself somewhere secluded, somewhere people haven't made it into their spot by now. Will hid it well after all, he made sure no one was looking or following his direction.

No one approaching or noticing his existence behind the thick trees.

It was perfect. A perfect place to rest just for a few minutes before going to his mission. He had left earlier than normal. The sudden arrival of news about a day with the supplies of Nectar and Ambrosia had been delayed, and Will had sauntered off to hide between a small area surrounded by bushes.

They were thick enough to gain some time alone even for a short moment. And yet Will knew it so well, he didn't have to glance to know. Arriving at the same place for years has done things that came in handy later.

His feet hits the ground sending vibrations through the earth floor. He takes a moment to catch his breath. To make sense of the smile he had shown to everyone earlier.

A twitch appears. Corners of his mouth droop and it doesn't take long before Will slowly sucks in a breath that seems a little burdening to hold. It doesn't take long before a rush comes out crashing like a quiet sob.

The noises die out. Chattering fades into white noise. Heart pounding as his breath grows uneven just like the ground he stands, his chest swallows him whole. Like the pressure that had been building under that lock and key.

Only he threw the key out and was shoving his emotions in a cage as they grow twice in size. Doubling till the cage breaks.

Just a few moments. He said to himself, slowly dropping down to curl up in his own form of tried that still undoubtedly troubled him. Maybe for good.

He pulled his knees to his chest, as close as it can be. Even if uncomfortable from the way his back stretches. His arms wrap around the scraped knees and counted.

One. Two.

Breathe in.

Three. Four.

Breathe out.

A routine he's been familiar with all these years. Count two — hold it in. Count two again — let it go.

Five.

It was repetitive but it kept Will grounded for all these years since the Battle of Manhattan. A routine he had so carefully pieced together to relearn how to piece himself back as well.

Six.

He needed to be strong for his siblings, for camp. The children that knew nothing but only that camp was safe for them. It was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be perceived as safe.

If he breaks down in the middle of nowhere how the hell is he going to live that image up? Children would realize the person that they depended their lives can easily break as them— will they perceive him as strong? Or just a fraud?

Seven.

Tears filled his eyes but never out to other's. Just a few moments. A few moments to collect himself, let him break, just a small slip-up he'll allow this time. And then—

He cracked.

Eight.

Slowly his breath grew uneven. Not frantic. No. Even in his worst times, even if he's not able to grasp himself. He still tried to take control. He was greedy of it. Even in death he wouldn't let go of it.

Because if he had control he wouldn't be so miserable. If he had control no one would've died, no one would suffer. If he had control no one would mourn their loss like he did over and over again.

But he couldn't.

Nine.

In his own spiraling state. He let just a bit of desperate control slip. Hot tears streamed, his body shook and it was only a matter of time before he needed get back up again.

His sobs were like distance screams of an animal. If you were close you would hear it more clearly. The agony, the distress. Everything that had all been piled into life's cruel hands. Because everything had a place and time. And it never went out of schedule or stepped out of line. So did he.

Ten.

He gripped his arms, forcing himself to stop his shaking. He stiffled his breathing, counting backwards. Eyes closed, he looked up. Trying to breathe again. It was enough time for his self-loathing. He decided.

Opening his eyes, wiping his tears, pinched his cheeks to gain back it's rosy color. Fixed his composure and smiled.

Then with a steady stature. He willed himself to get up. His legs wobbled but never fell. Taking off with his goal in hand. He prompted himself to forget his vulnerability until another time came where he could allow himself to crack again.

He ran across the field to talk to Chiron about the lack of arrival of the supplies he had requested, just like a routine;

Will Solace never stepped out of line as everything always had time and place.

#pjo #rick riordan #riordanverse #will solace #no solangelo rn guys😔#fics?#writing will solace angst #will solace angst #sad will solace #Will solace has a routine for everything #even his break downs. i love this.

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demonsword586 · 1 year ago

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Gehenna pp headcanons! (Just nobles)

(A little warning. This gets explicit. I was trying to make it goofy but I think I might have gone a bit....off. Still I hope you enjoy it. Mind you,I never saw a pp before,only an imaginary one of my friend and they still didn't let me poke it.)

Sitri

- Okay let's start off with the size...just from what I seen of him,I think he's on the bigger side. Definetlly bigger than Satan and his king is still pissed about that from time to time.

- 20-21 cm I think

-Now he is a gentleman. He was raised in hell called Hades. Which means he was probably taught of proper higene. In other words,this man's lower region is as smooth as a baby.

-Smells like tea. He drank so much tea,his piss now smells good and his cum tastes like black tea.

-Now for the shape and color. I think his tip is on a brighter side of pink. It's suprisingly slim and elegant compared to someone like Satan who's penis looks like a meat claymore.

-Anyway good penis on a good man. Refreshing as well if you need a man with flavoured cum.

Zagan

- Hmm....Now for Zagan,I think he's a grower.

-His bulge is pretty small but if we think on how much he exercises,there's no way he isn't training his penis as well.

-Okay hear me out. He has a little workout routine for his pp. He flexes up his muscles and makes it go up and down,probably does a helicopter to warm it up.

-And it actually works! His pp has grown in lenght and girth from his training and now he can make it hard on command.

-He does smell a bit funny though. He works out and while yes,you can hide the scent of sweat on most of your body,this is one part where he can'r mask the scent because it is simply too strong.

-My point? His pp smells...of manliness!

-He tries to take care of his pubes but would prefer to keep a small white bush above the shaft. You can't get him to shave it off tho. The bush stays.

-Also I think most of his cock is the color of his skin except his tip which is just one shade lighter.

-His seed tastes like protein tho.

Paimon

- Tucks it. I can't explain why but he tucks it. This bulge? Those are his balls.

-The actual size of it is around 13 cm. A little small for a devil but still packs a punch.

-He wears very cute underwear. He knows no one will see it but it just feels nice to know he has something cute on. Wears comfier undies when he's home and done for the day.

-Likes to put glitter on it. He just thought it would be a funny little thing if he putted some of that super fine and sticky glitter on the shaft....and now he puts on a little fasion show for the other nobles every once in awhile.

-It's actually good tho. He uses those little brushes and stencils. He once even did it for Leraye who then ran around pantless to show everyone how talented Paimon is at dick decoration.

-Sometimes when he thinks he doesn't smell good,he might put some parfume on it. Don't be suprised when his pp smells like flowers or vanilla.

-Very well groomed. No hair on the balls or around the penis. The only thing that he does have...is a little heart shaped bush slightly above his pp.

-The penis itself is on a little more girthy side and when hard it leans slightly to the right. Pretty pale with a pale pink tip.

Leraye

- flat

- Anyway Leraye I think is also a grower. It may not look impressive flaccid wirh only 12 cm but when it gets HARD..oh boy. It goes from a puppy to a wolf. This thing is easily 21 cm once you wake it up.

- The shape is on a leaner side. Being slender but also long. He does hower go thicker around the base. But only at the base,like a slight knot.

- He once walked in on Zagan when he was warming up his pp with the helicopter move and then very euthusiasticlly asked Zagan to teach him.

-Next time you two were about to have a passionate night he wanted to show you a trick. Wipes it out and then swings his pp around like a disco ball while saying 'Look what I can do!😃' It ended up being a little joke between the two of you.

-Suprisingly doesn't have a headless teddy anywhere near his cock. If you ask him,maybe just our of curiousity,why he doesn't have a teddy there like on his horn he will look at you with dread. That would be just rude of him to dirty the dead body of a plushie by impaling it on his pp. He can't bring himself to go as low as Glasyal.

- He does have a bit of pubic hair. A small, dishaved,blond bush . Very pretty and suits him. Please let him keep it.

-His cock is as milky as him. A very pretty color with a flush tip.

Belial

- Normal. Questionably normal lenght. It's not too big and not too small. Just...normal. maybe falls a cm or two from perfect.

-It's also on a little skinnier side. Nice and thin.

-Still size isn't everything. It's important how he uses it....and unfortunatelly for you,he's good!

-He manages to fill in for the lack of impressivness with his experience.

-He is quite strong so with him you're able to try some more adventurous positions like the bicycle or the ballet dancer.

-Gets easily moist. His precum is very watery so his tip looks like it's always glistening.

-Very well groomed. Almost no hair down there except for a thin strip. Also the carpet maches the drapes,his pubes have red ends.

- He also has 2 frenum piercings. Astaroth recommended him to get them,saying " You will corrupt many mortals with these. "

-The dick itself is pretty pale with a darker shade of pink at the tip.

Astaroth

- OH HOLY MARY

- *cough* Sorry *cough* thighs...

-Anyway! Let's go from the size down....BIG. The snake on his bory isn't the only snake he has.

- 26 cm

- You know how snakes hide their pps in what looks like a slit? Yea Astaroth can do that.

-Normally he keeps it inside of himself,but when he gets shy or horny,it pops out and his pants suddenly look a little heavier. There was a time when Sitri didn't know about his anathomy and just saw him suddenly get a bulge. He asked him if he just shat himself.

- Once out and hard,his cock naturally curves upwards. It's just slightly thicker than a normal one but with how long it is,that may be for the best.

- He has a dydoe piercing on the head of it. He considered going for more but decided not to after how intense it felt. He does always wonder how it would feel like if his piercings got stuck inside of you. How romantic~ Two lovers tied together as one for eternity~ (Thankfully it never happens. He is nice enough to take them off if you don't like the feel of them)

- He likes to keep himself well groomed. I mean very well groomed. He waxes off everything and then puts extra virgin olive oil on top. He also puts some on his shaft from time to time to make it a bit more smooth and squishy.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb leraye #whb belial #whb astaroth #whb sitri #whb paimon #whb zagan #I wrote half of this on the toilet with no electricety #fear writting

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