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Low ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader Word count: 3.7k Warnings: cursing, mature themes, and slight NSFW, so this one is rated 18+ (minors DNI, see my masterlist for disclaimer) A/N: holy Toledo this one's a doozy. I've been working on it for a while, and it's def one of my favorite things I've written so far (at least, for now..). loosely based on the song Low by SZA, and lyrics are included in the text where I see fit. also I added color-coded dialogue for funsies. thank you guys for all the love on my stuff, and I hope you enjoy :)

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As a young, blossoming adult, your life so far has been overall steady. It staggers here and there, of course: moving in waves as life often does. But for the most part, it is everlasting mundanity. Your early twenties are supposed to be where it begins to roar; when you obtain the dizzying adrenaline and overwhelming fear of free will. Empty wallets, fleeting romances, broken hearts, anxiety, love, hurt. These emotions are meant to be felt, and life is not lived without them.

So, as life would have it, your steady mundanity was indeed set ablaze in your early twenties, when you fell in love with someone you had originally thought you hated.

Some might call that cliché. But, in actuality, not quite.

You had been friends with the mutant ninja turtles for years, ever since they saved New York City from the infamous Kraang attack of 2016. Your father was a police officer, and you had all met at the post-battle award ceremony and celebration. You and the turtles were 17 at the time, and you saw them repeatedly after that as they continued to work with the NYPD. Over time, you grew to become the friends you were now.

Well, not all of you. From your first encounter with the brawny brother in red, you discovered that he had quite the knack for pushing your buttons. While Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Donatello became some of your closest friends in the world, Raphael did everything he could to block you out. He was argumentative, temperamental, and unpredictable. You two could fight about anything: what kind of toppings to put on pizza, DC vs. Marvel, song or movie choice, even knitting patterns. The two of you were always bickering, always finding some way to make a snide comment or butt heads about something. You couldn't stand him, and the feeling was very obviously mutual.

On the topic of heads: flash forward five years later, when it finally came to one. You had been spending a lot more time with your turtle friends after finishing off your online degree program. While you were happy this was the case, the tension between you and Raphael seemed to be growing the more often you were around.

One day, the guys had gone out on their regularly scheduled patrol, with Raph staying behind because of a particularly nasty fight with Leo. You were waiting in the lair for them to return so that you could have your weekly movie night, but you were growing bored, and Master Splinter was nowhere to be found. Thus, you made the difficult decision to go bother Raph as he worked out in the dojo.

When he saw you approaching his bench, he groaned through a rep, his eyes rolling back into his head. "What do ya want, shortstack?" He grumbled as he continued to bench press his barbell, the veins in his big, green arms flaring with each movement.

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. "Save it, meat head. The more entertaining members of this family are gone, so I'm stuck here with you and nothing else to do. So..." You paused for a moment, watching as a scowl grew on his face while he continued his reps. "Do you want a spot.. or something?"

Raphael let out a breathy laugh as he set the barbell down back onto the stand. "Easy, tiger," He spoke as he sat up on his bench, side-eyeing you. "Even if you could lift this bar, I sure as shit ain't letting ya spot me. You'd purposefully drop it on my head before I could even bat my eyes at ya."

Your arms uncrossed and your hands went to your hips as you took a step closer to the red-masked brute. "Pssh, like I'd ever let you bat your eyes at me. I'd gouge out my own eyeballs before that could happen."

He scoffed up at you as he began to unwrap the bandages on his hands, which had been protecting his calluses from the aggressive texture of the metal bar. "Gee, yer a real charmer, aren't ya?" he questioned sarcastically, slightly under his breath. "Must be why you gotta line of men falling at your feet. Someone's gotta tame the tiger."

The dig at your love life (or rather, lack of one) made your face heat up, and you clenched your fists at your sides, taking another step closer to the brute. After all these years of bickering and insults, you were finally nearing your limit. "God, I try to be civil with you for one single day and you're a total asshole for no reason. What's your damage, Raph?"

Raphael whipped his head to you, the bandages he had just finished unwrapping long forgotten as he tossed them to the floor. He stood up from his bench as he spoke, taking a step towards you. "Ain't that easy. Yer my damage, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be."

"Oh, yeah?" You two stood not even a foot apart, and you were glaring up at him with the most intimidating look you could muster. "And just what exactly is your problem with me?" You could feel your heart rate increasing from the growing tension in the room. The air surrounding you felt like it had been injected with adrenaline, and you felt your temperature rising by the second. "Another easy one," Raph growled, looming over you. "You annoy the shit outta me, and ya never know when to shut yer goddamn mouth."

Your rage was increasing by the second, and by the fumes you felt radiating off of his mutant green form, you could say the same for the turtle in red. You were practically pressed against each other, him with a scowl on his face and you with a fire in your eyes. Your chest puffed up, and the words were out of your mouth before you could have a second thought.

"I bet you'd like to make me, wouldn't ya?"

It was silent after that. After quickly thinking it over, you almost gasped aloud at the implications of your words. The eye contact changed from a heated stare battle to his hazel eyes dominating, searching yours. You had been feeling very confident up until this moment, but that sentence alone caused the confidence to wither away, confusion at yourself taking its place. What the fuck did I just say?

Raphael's snarl had changed into a look of surprise. Confusion. And then back to anger.

With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed your waist and smashed his lips to yours.

And that was the kerosene to the match that set your young adult life ablaze.

The kiss was all burning rage, gory passion. It was tongues brushing and teeth clashing and a harsh grip on your waist and an even harsher grip on the tough, scaled skin of his shoulders. It was embers and flames and then the roar of a forest fire.

You couldn't help the sounds that the kiss drew from deep within your chest. You didn't know how or why, but your soft lips fit oh so perfectly against his rough, scarred ones. Your mouths moved together in a harmonious rhythm despite the chaos, even as he gripped you by your thighs and carried you to his bedroom, as if you had practiced this a hundred times before. It felt like second nature to kiss Raphael, even though this was your first time doing so.

And you hated that you felt that way.

What followed could, in no universe, be described as love-making. It was desperate and reckless ecstasy, a steaming release of the fury and tension you had been feeling towards one another for all these years. It could be seen in the way your nails clawed at his tough skin, in the way he pounded himself in and out of you, in the way your needy moans synchronized with his low grunts, in the way you clenched ever so tightly around him as he filled you with himself; it was aggressive, rough, almost mean.

You and Raph stilled for a moment after it was all over, breathing heavily and not saying a word, when you suddenly heard commotion coming from the living room. You made eye contact quickly, eyes widened, before scrambling to get dressed and cleaned up. You scurried out of his room and into the hallway, making it look to the returning brothers like you had been merely using the bathroom. And neither one of you spoke of it.

If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

The months that followed held similar tales of hidden passion. You and Raph never outright discussed what was transpiring, but assumed the unspoken rule of not mentioning it to his brothers. You continued to hang out with them when you could; on movie nights, you told them that you liked to wait in the lair for them to return from patrol so that you could eat all the popcorn without them. If Raphael stayed back from patrol, you snuck into his room or the dojo with a sarcastic remark and a smug look to annoy him to the point of 'teaching you a lesson'. If one of you was feeling particularly desperate to let off some steam, he would sneak out to your apartment on their nights off, telling his brothers that he was going to go get some air to 'clear his mind'. No matter what time he called or texted, you answered. It was almost like an addiction; you couldn't get enough of each other, and you couldn't deny how the other was able to satisfy you perfectly.

You know how to reach me every time and it plays in your mind With a rush that feels like we committin' a crime You know where you belong, I'm gon' save you a spot But we can't be outside 'cause the block is too hot And I'm all on your mind...

At first, as stubborn as you both were, you kept up your gig of hating each other, despite the passion you were displaying. Between kisses and within sexual acts, your bickering continued relentlessly. "Wow, ya didn't even wear panties today. Gettin' desperate, are we?" "By the looks of your crotch right now, I don't think I'm the desperate one, dumbass." "Ya better watch yer fuckin' mouth." "Why, Red? Can't handle the heat?" "Oh, I'm boutta show ya heat, sweetheart."

It was a balancing act, both of you trying not to break face and show the other how much you were enjoying these rendezvous of yours. Pride is a crazy thing, however, and as the situation went on, it began to manifest itself in other ways.

Raphael was the one to start it, about a month into the endeavor. He couldn't help himself; after a day of arguing with Leo and feeling like a disappointment, he sought you out to release his frustrations. And the way you looked writhing and whining above him (as he munched like his life depended on it) had him feeling real smug. His hazel eyes watched you as he worked, the liquid gold shining with mischief. When he came up for air, his hands still keeping busy, the pride emerged.

"Anyone else make ya feel like this, doll?" He asked, his low voice scraping your ears like gravel, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "Tell me. Can anyone else make ya feel this good?" You had rolled your eyes and scoffed in the moment, but couldn't help the moans that continued to emerge from your mouth at his actions, clenching the sheets beneath you. He saw your bratty behavior and abruptly halted his movement, holding your hips still so that you were trapped. "Answer the damn question, or I'm stoppin'." You squirmed for a moment, whining, but your need had consumed you like a demon. "No!" You yelped. "No one else makes me feel this good, Raph! No one else makes me feel like you do! Please don't stop, please!" You wouldn't have called it begging after the fact, but he most certainly did.

After that, something shifted. Sure, your sessions were still utilized for tension release, but there was more of a possession between you two than there had been before. The two of you were hanging out more often than you ever had. The bickering lessened, and in its place was validation, need, and your names on each others' lips. The contact grew more tender, and the conversations afterwards were more joke-y and only held friendly fire.

"So... do ya wanna put on that movie you were tellin' me about the other day?" "Wow, you wanna watch a movie with me? You must reallyyyyyyy enjoy spending time with me, Red~" "To be honest, I'm not here for you, I'm just here for the take out I know yer gonna end up orderin' later." "I love this hot n cold thing we have going on here. It's really turning me on." "Yer such a fuckin' goofball."

Between the two of you grew a mutual respect, an understanding, a cooperation: a love.

You found yourself thinking of things you wanted to tell Raph about when he wasn't around, and craving his input when you sought him out for advice. You yearned for the sound of his gruff voice and his blunt choice of words that always made you laugh or eased your mind. He found himself longing for the random questions you asked him or the jokes you'd regularly crack (whether they were funny or not) and the angelic sound of your laughter. Neither of you told the other about these feelings you were having, but they continued to develop on both sides.

Raphael found himself pondering these feelings one day while hitting the bag in the dojo, growing frustrated with himself. You had been in the lair hanging out with his brothers, and he continued his workout routine in the interest of being discreet, but he longed for nothing more than to hang out with you. To just be with you like his brothers were right now.

Of course, a particular brother in blue was bothering him more than normal. Leo was closer to you today than he normally was: giving you long hugs, sitting close to you on the couch, making you laugh with his idiotic jokes. Raph scoffed as he heard your laugh from the living room now, throwing an extra aggressive jab. What did Leo know, anyway? He'd bet that he could make you laugh twice as hard. He stopped, annoyed with himself for being so worked up, and stepped away to grab a towel and some water.

As he made his way over to the mini fridge to grab a bottle, he was surprised to see you making your way over to him. Normally, on nights like these, he didn't expect anything from you besides your staged bickering until his brothers went to sleep or you went back to your apartment. You had a playful smile on your face as you approached the mini fridge, a message in your eyes that he couldn't quite make out, but goddamn he knew they were trying to say something to him.

"Hey, big guy. Leo sent me to grab some water," you looked up at him as you spoke, the smirk still on your face. And all the hope that Raph had felt in that moment dissipated, like popping a balloon. He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes before grabbing a water bottle and walking away.

"Wait, woah. What's the matter?" He heard you ask from behind him, confused. He shook his head as he walked. "Nothin's the matter," He spoke slightly under his breath, but you could still hear him. "Why don't ya just go back to Leo? You're all over him, anyway."

He heard your footsteps as you followed him over to his bench. "Hold up, do you have a problem with me hanging out with your brother?" Raph couldn't make eye contact as he turned around to face you, so he looked down at the ground and huffed, eye ridges furrowed. "Well, ya know me, and I don't like ta share. So if you're gonna hang out with him like that, then go ahead."

"And just what would you be sharing?" You stood your ground a couple of feet in front of him, arms crossing at your chest and a determined glint in your eye. "Be straight with me, Raph, 'cause it's time we talked about this. What's going on between us?" He let out a grunt, shocked at your sudden confrontation, but still refusing to make eye contact. "Obviously nothin', if yer gonna go hang with Leo like that."

You inhaled, trying to maintain your patience. From the proximity you now held with the turtle in red, you knew you wouldn't get anywhere by fighting back. "Let me rephrase that. What do you want to be going on between us?" Raph moved to turn away from you, huffing again. "I don't know! Geez!" He exclaimed, before you grabbed his large bicep. He faced you, his massive form towering over your frame as you stepped close to him. He finally looked into your eyes, and saw nothing but a genuine question. No teasing, no tormenting, just a silent plead.

"Hey, talk to me, Red. It's just me." You smiled softly, begging eyes searching his liquid gold ones for something, anything, to grab onto and run with. He let you for a moment, before looking down at the ground again, growing more and more frustrated with himself. He took a deep breath, and kept his gaze on the floor as he spoke.

"...I'm not very good with words, ya know that." He paused for a moment, making quick eye contact with you before looking back to the floor. "But I just... I like how this is goin'. How we're goin'... I like us together. I like bein' with ya, Y/N, and I just wanna do that without any of the other shit. I..." He stopped again, taking another deep breath. "I want to be with ya for real. And I'm sorry if I messed this up and that's not what ya want--"

"I want that, too, Raph," You cut him off with a rising smile on your face, not being able to wait any longer. "That's all I've been wanting to be honest. I should have mentioned it earlier." Raph returned his eyes up to your face, shock gracing his expression. "Wait, so yer not into Leo?" He questioned, slightly caught off guard. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "No dumbass, I'm into you." He watched your smile grow into a beam, silent, before a smile began to grow on his face as well.

"God, finally," a voice exclaimed before Leo came out from behind the entrance of the dojo, walking up to the two of you. "It took you guys long enough. Even I was getting impatient." "Thanks buddy," you said to him, smiling as you guys bumped fists. Raphael watched the exchange, confused. "Wait... what?" He asked gruffly, eyes flicking between you and his brother. "You knew... about.. us?"

"Dude, we've all known for a while." Mikey shouted from the living room. Donnie walked past the entrance of the dojo and paused, a newly filled cup of coffee in his hand. "Yeah, you guys aren't exactly the most discrete," he said, before continuing his stroll back to his lab. Leo chuckled before turning back to his brother.

"I was tired of watching you guys sneak around, so I finally confronted Y/N about it last week, and she spilled the beans on how she felt about you. Something told me you felt the same way, call it a brotherly instinct. Or maybe it was all the times you not-so-secretly snuck off to her apartment." He gave his muscly brother a playful punch to the bicep. "So pardon me for playing matchmaker a little bit."

You took a step closer to Raph, hugging yourself around one of his arms and looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, I mayyyyyyy have gotten impatient and recruited Leo to help me move things along. That's why we were all cuddly today. But you don't mind, right?" You jokingly pressed him, batting your eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes at you and scoffed, removing you from his arm, but wrapped his arms around your waist instead of pushing you away. He pulled you from his side to his front, turning you to completely face him and ignoring his older brother present in the room. "Yeah, I guess it's fine or whateva," he fake-sighed, bringing you close to his plastron and leaning in toward you. You, too, leaned in, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"Okay, at least wait until I'm out of the room to start sucking face," Leo commented, turning around and booking it out of the dojo. The two of you turned your heads to watch him leave before facing each other again, glowing smiles on your faces.

"So... I guess I tamed the tiger, huh?" He teased gruffly, nudging his snout into your cheek. You giggled, a mischievous glint reaching your eyes. "Who said anything about tame?" You teased back, playing with the ends of his blood red mask.

"That's my girl," he murmured, before smashing his lips into yours.

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ballroamblitz · 1 year

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caramel pie | J.P

summary: james smells caramel pie on the amortentia potion

james potter x fem!reader

word count: 3.750 content: teeth rotting fluff, angst warnings: crying, reader blushes notes: one thing about me is i love me some amortentia fic with a side of james fluff ughh also i listened to glue song by beabadoobee while writing this :) p.s i accidentally posted this on my side acc so if anyone wanna be mutuals my main blog is @beastofbrden :)

- Someone please, kindly remind me why I decided that continuing Herbology after the O.W.Ls was a good idea? - Y/N huffed out, sitting at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

The four boys sitting around her laughed.

- Learned a lot today, uh? - Sirius asked, ironically.

- Oh yeah, loads! We had to feed toad flesh to those terrible toad-eating plants. For some reason, mine just didn't feel like eating it without regurgitating it all back on me!

The boys went hysterics, and even the girl couldn't help but laugh along.

- There's still a little piece there - James pointed. - Here, let me take it out for you.

He took out a small chunk of toad flesh off her hair.

- Well, may I remind you, Y/N, that no one told you to keep up with Herbology. We all dipped from it while we could and no one else has pieces of toad on our hair - Sirius noted, clearly getting a good laugh out of the girl's toad disaster.

- I just didn't want to hurt Sprout's feelings!

She sighed and brushed her hair with her fingers, only then looking at the food in front of her.

- Merlin, I'm starving! Could eat anything right now.

- Even toad? - Remus joked, sending the group on another laughing crisis.

By the time of dessert, Y/N started scanning the table for something. Clearly not finding it, her panic started showing.

- Oh no. Where's the caramel pie?

- They didn't serve any today - James replied, needing all the strength on his body to stay deadpanned. The other three boys were deep in conversation, and him being the one sitting closer to Y/N (as always) only he noticed the girl's agitation.

- What??? What do you mean they didn't serve any? In the six years I've been here they never not served it and I can't believe they chose today to…

- I'm just joking - James pulled a plate that was hidden behind the steak pudding, smiling playfully at the girl - Saved it for ya.

- James! I would go mad if they stopped serving this pie, y'know! - she let out a relieved breath.

- Nah, don't worry. They will keep serving it, or I would fight the elfs for ya.

- One day I’ll hide your figgy pudding, then we’ll see.

- You wouldn’t dare, missy.

James watched with a soft look on his eyes as the girl took the first bite of her favorite dessert.

- Thank you for saving me a piece, Jamie - she leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment to show gratitude. When she got closer, he smelled the vanilla scent of her hair and the caramel pie on her lips.

After lunch, the five went straight to Slughorn's classroom.

- Good evening, dears, good evening! Now if you could get up and get closer, I want to show you something!

The whole class shifted near the table Slughorn was sitting behind.

- Here, we have a very special potion. - He pointed towards a bubbling caldron full of a crystal clear liquid - Very tricky to make, very characteristic and perhaps one of the most dangerous we can brew. Can anyone tell me it's name?

Y/N's hand rose in the air.

- Yes, ms. Y/L/N.

- It's Amortentia, or simply the love potion. Since true love can't really be produced by any sort of magic, it causes more of a crush or an obsession.

- Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor! - Slughorn smiled.

- Nerd - James whispered, messing up Y/N’s hair.

- Sod off, Potter.

- You see, one of the most intriguing things about Amortentia is its scent. Everyone smells something different, because its scent is completely dependent on what each person feels personally attracted to. Now, who wants to come forward and tell me what it smells like?

No one volunteered. No wonder, since it's a very particular thing to simply say in front of a whole classroom.

- No one? I'll pick someone then. Let me think... - Slughorn scanned the faces around. - Ah! Mr. Potter, you will do.

James was caught by surprise. He had been distracted by the warmth radiating off Y/N, that was almost resting her head on his chest.

- Me? - he asked and pointed towards himself.

- Of course you! Is there any other Mr. Potter?

The whole class laughed as James stepped closer, his signature boyish grin splashed on his face.

- Now Mr. Potter, lean in and smell the potion.

James ran his hands through his hair and did as told. One single sniff and his smile fell off his face completely. The scent was unmistakable: vanilla and caramel pie. Vanilla body cream, caramel pie for dessert, everyday. He had the urge to see if Y/N wasn't standing next to him, but he knew she hadn't moved from across the table. He knew he had to lie. If he said what it smelled like to him, everyone would know it was Y/N's smell.

- So, Mr. Potter. Whenever you are ready to share.

He looked at where Y/N was. She was looking at him, just as well as everyone else. She looked relaxed, the potion's glow making her look specially pretty, angel-like. Think of something, fast. Something not at all related to what you are really smelling, something like...

- It’s wood and broomstick polisher.

- Very well then Mr. Potter. Looks like you've got a thing for Quidditch, uh?

The class laughed, and everyone looked convinced. James Potter, Quidditch captain, smelling broomstick polisher and wood? Fitting. James high-fived himself for his quick thinking, and let out a relieved sight. Now, no one would go around thinking the wrong things.

Later that night, in the common room, however, the potions class was almost burning a hole through James' head. Slughorn said Amortentia smelled of what attracted each person the most. Attraction was romantic, sexual attraction. But Slughorn had been pretty vague, hadn't he? He could've meant attraction in any context. It could mean anything. It could mean platonic love, right? If Slughorn didn't think much of James smelling Quidditch, it probably meant it could smell of anything the person liked a lot, right? But it was a love potion. That caused passion. And Slughorn said he had a thing for Quidditch. A thing. But he didn't have a thing for Y/N! He loved her, of course. Everyone knew she was his best friend, they did everything together and she was probably his favorite person in the world. Yeah, maybe he went to extreme lengths to see her happy, and yeah, maybe he was a bit too affectionate with her, but she was his best friend.

- Can't do homework anymore. - James was ripped off his thoughts by Y/N's presence. She threw her backpack at the ground in front of the sofa he was in and layed down - My brain feels like mush.

James looked at her. Her head was resting on his lap, and she looked extremely comfortable. That was obvious, since they always had been this affectionate towards each other. They both were very touchy people, and it felt natural to be in constant physical contact. James was always happy, eager even, to be like this with her. In a platonic way. Obviously. Today, however, her skin on his felt like it burned.

- How was it? - James asked, coughing to conceal the way his voice failed a bit in the first word.

- Homework? Awful. It's not that difficult, but it's too much. And it just seems pointless, you know? What will I actually learn from writing 19 inches about toad eating plants? Nothing, I tell you what! - The girl sighed and closed her eyes again - Just wanna go to sleep, really.

He didn't know what to answer. He normally would have made a joke about the plants, added more criticism about essays or something. But he didn’t even do his homework, with how paranoid he was. For the first time ever, he was completely speechless in her presence. Her eyelashes were resting peacefully on her pink cheeks. The light from the fireplace made her skin look more flushed, and her hair had a golden glow to it. She looked awfully pretty. James knew that, of course. She had always been pretty. But tonight.. when she moved her head a little bit, he smelled the amortentia smell. Vanilla and caramel pie, just as strong as it was that afternoon.

- You are way too quiet today, Jamie. - She opened her eyes and he felt something weird in the pit of his stomach - Ate too much pudding?

- Yeah, probably.

She stretched and yawned, sending another wave of vanilla and caramel pie to James' nostrils.

- Going to bed - she got up. Her hair was messy and the light from the fireplace behind her looked like a halo. - Night, Jamie.

She lowered herself and pecked his cheek lightly.

- Sleep well - her soft voice was way too close to his ear, turning James' legs into jelly.

He watched her going up the stairs to the dormitory, and the place she had kissed burned long after she was gone.

He had no reason to be this nervous for the potions class the next morning. Slughorn had already moved on from amortentia, since it was a difficult, dangerous and time-consuming potion to make, but James was half hoping the potion would be brought up again, and half hoping everyone would collectively forget about it completely. Slughorn didn't mention the potion again, moving on directly to Felix Felicis. He watched the whole class on the edge of his seat. He had decided he would ask the teacher about the potion just to calm himself down. Just to make sure. Everyone had been really concentrating on making the best draught of living death the whole period, but James just wanted the class to end so he could ask Slughorn and stop eating himself alive.

- Alright, alright. Congratulations mr. Snape on your draught. Truly outstanding! - Slughorn said, raising a round of applause - Class dismissed!

Everyone started to gather their backpacks and leave, but James made sure to stay back. He pretended to be very interested in a weird type of algae that Slughorn kept in a little ampoule. Just a few more moments and then he'll say that no, I don't have romantic feelings for Y/N and that i just really like caramel pie or something, and then i'll stop going mental...

- Gillyweed. - Slughorn’s voice dragged James off of his daydreams

- Uh? - James frowned in confusion, wondering what the teacher was talking about.

- The algae you're looking at, Mr. Potter. Gillyweed. Helps the person breathe underwater.

- Oh, yeah, right. Professor Slughorn, I was wondering if I could ask you something.

- Sure, my boy, ask away - Slughorn encouraged while distractingly stacking some parchments.

- I was wondering… about the Amortentia potion.

Slughorn stopped his movements and lifted his eyes directly to James.

- Oh, I see - He looked very amused, for some reason. - What were you wondering?

- Let's just say a friend of mine smells it and it reminds him of someone. It could smell like someone he just truly cares about, couldn't it? Like, it doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with the person that the scent reminds him of, right?

Slughorn's lopsided smile grew bigger.

- I'm afraid, no, my boy.

- What? - James felt like the classroom got three times smaller and hotter by the minute - But I smelled wood and polishing oil, and I'm not in love with a broom, am i?

- Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter... - Slughorn chuckled. - I think we both know you didn't smell any of that.

James felt his face getting warm and red.

- But, if you did, that would mean you have a crush on a Quidditch player, let's just put it like that. Amortentia is a very strong love potion, and we can only smell things in it that romantically attract us very deeply. Those of us that aren't in love with anyone would smell something quite abstract. But if this friend of yours smelled amortentia and recognized the scent as someone's, then boy do I have news for him. Does this answer your question?

- Hm, yeah, sure. - James agreed. He felt like he was gonna fall down from the absurd speed at which his mind was racing. - Thank you, Professor.

- Anytime. - James began to leave, completely out of it. - Oh, and Mr. Potter?

- Yes? - James turned around, hopeful that Slughorn would start laughing and admit he was joking.

- Tell your friend I wish him the best of luck with this new, blossoming love.

As James went out of the classroom and up into the common room, he deeply regretted not stealing that ampoule of gillyweed and swallowing it whole. That way, he could spend the rest of his days in the black lake with the merpeople. I bet amortentia wouldn't smell like anything down there, he thought.

For the rest of the week, James spent every waking hour trying to not think about what Slughorn said and what it meant, and he was succeeding. He kept himself busy with classes, Quidditch and even homework. He also did his absolute best to avoid everyone. He ate before anyone else and made sure he was far away from the great hall by the time he knew Y/N and the rest of the Marauders would go down to eat. In classes, he sat very distant and left early. He even pulled some pranks he didn't even feel like pulling on Filch to get detention in the nights he couldn't schedule Quidditch practices. He walked the halls in the invisibility cloak. Anything to keep his thoughts away from the big fire alarm going off inside his head. The only problem was that he missed Y/N in all of those moments. When he was doing homework, he missed the sound of Y/N's pen scratching the parchment next to him. While he ate, he missed the warmth of her body next to his, the satisfaction humming while she ate her pie . He missed laying down together after homework. He missed seeing her on the stands at practice. He even realized that the real fun in pranks wasn't the actual thing, but to see Y/N laughing hysterically afterwards. To put it quite simply, it felt like he was sleep walking all the time. He couldn’t go on avoiding her forever, but what he was gonna do, he had positively no idea.

Until Friday night.

It was late, and he had been in detention. Filch had made him write “I shall not turn the school’s trophies into pigeons” a hundred times, and his hand was hurting from all the repetitive writing. Normally, he would have complained, but this time, he was glad for the distraction. Enjoying detention, he thought bitterly while crossing the fat lady, I must be really going mad. His grouchy thoughts were interrupted by a sound. It sounded like.. crying. Or better yet, it sounded like someone was sobbing their heart out. He looked around the empty common room, but didn’t see anyone. He followed the sound to the sofa near the fireplace, where he and Y/N always rest after studying. Before you turned into a chicken.

Y/N was laid on the sofa, her face buried in a cushion, her whole body shaking with her sobs. James was flooded with panic.

- Y/N, baby, what happened? - he cooed, his voice altered with anxiety. Y/N never cried, except when something very serious happened.

Y/N looked up like she thought she was seeing visions.

- Jamie? - her voice was soft and shaky, her eyes were puffy and bloodshot red, like she had been crying for multiple hours. The hurt on her eyes broke James’ heart in a thousand pieces.

His mind raced with possibilities: maybe someone was mean to her? Maybe someone died? Maybe she was hurt? The thought of her being in pain panicked him even further. He sat down and pushed her into his lap, laying her head on his shoulder.

- Are you hurt, baby? Where does it hurt? Please, tell me.

She cried violently on his shoulder. He inspected her legs for bruises, but she seemed well physically.

- Y/N, tell me what’s wrong, I can’t stand to see you like this - he begged. - Did someone hurt you?

The question seemed to trigger something on the girl, because suddenly she was on her feet, out of his arms.

- Did someone hurt me? Seriously? - the tears streamed down her face, but her eyes glimmered with something new: anger.

James was confused, to say the least. He noticed that she was wearing one of his old sweaters, one that had vanished from his suitcase a few weeks ago.

- Baby...- he begged some more.

She looked as if he had twisted a knife on her wound.

- Don’t you dare “baby” me, James. Not after ignoring me like the plague for a whole week!

Oh. Oh. James had been so involved with his own confusion regarding the amortentia incident that he forgot almost completely that Y/N didn’t know what he was doing, or why. She was crying because he hurt her feelings. That was a lot worse than if she was crying because of another person: he could’ve gone out to kick said jerk’s ass. But if he hurt her, what was he supposed to do? Punch himself?

-Y/N - he cooed, apologetically. - Y/N, I…

She showed him her palm, urging him to stop talking.

- You don’t have to explain wanting to be away from me. I’m sure you had your reasons. But you could have at least told me that you wanted some space from me, or something, because I’ve been miserable, and…

She thought he wanted space from her. The sorrowful shaky breath that escaped her lips mid-sentence threw him over the edge.

- No, no, no… - he repeated while pushing her back into his lap - Oh my god, Y/N, no…

He caressed her hair while she sobbed violently on his shoulder. Her fists were closed tightly on his shirt, her tears dampened his neck, and he couldn’t recall the last time his heart ached this badly.

- Did I do something? Did I bother you? I’m so sorry.. - she whispered softly, like she was voicing what had been repeating in her head over and over again during the last few days. Her words were laced with anger, resentment, but, above all, hurt. He wanted to double over in pain.

- Listen - James lifted her chin up gently, forcing her to look into his eyes. - I’m the one who’s sorry.

The tears kept coming, but she was listening.

- I shouldn’t have avoided you last week, and it’s not your fault, okay? It’s my fault. I’m the one who got scared.

She looked confused.

- Scared? Of me?

James would have to confess what happened at Slughorn’s class. He had given zero thought about his messy feelings, and even though unraveling them in front of Y/N scared him endlessly, he would have to do it, because he could never let her think that he wanted space from her. That he wanted anything but to be close to her, at all times, if he could.

- Please - she asked, incisively, noticing his wariness. - Tell me.

He took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable, raw. As if he would undress himself fully in front of her.

- Remember Slughorn’s class about amortentia? - Y/N nodded, encouraging him to move on - He asked me to smell it, right, and I…

- You said it smelled like broom polisher.

- Well, yes. But I lied. - he decided to avert his gaze to the ceiling, or else he would never talk. - It was caramel pie and vanilla cream. So, I smelled… you.

Silence. A moment, two. He couldn’t muster the courage to look at the girl. He felt her hand grazing his cheek, urging him to look at her..

- Jamie… - She looked wonderstruck, and his heart seemed like it wanted out of his chest - Really?

- Really.

James was sure he’d never seen something as beautiful as Y/N after his response. She was smiling the biggest, most shiny smile he had ever seen on her face. Her eyes shined like gemstones at him, so soft he wanted to cry.

- Do you want to know what I smelled? - she asked, soft as a feather.

His heart somersaulted when she brought her face closer to the side of his neck. She whispered on his ear:

- I smelled… - She sniffed his neck once - Sandalwood - another sniff, followed by a chuckle - Broomstick polisher…

She distanced herself, looking deep into his eyes.

- And homework parchment. And fireplace naps. And figgy pudding.

His heart was hammering against his ribcage. Y/N smelled him. On the amortentia potion. Him.

- Y/N - James whispered, all warm and fuzzy on the inside. - Really?

She didn’t answer, just grabbed his hand, the warmth and softness of her skin overwhelming his senses. Placed his hand on top of the point of her chest where her heart was. Through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel her heart beating faster than a hummingbird's. She never unglued her soft eyes from his.

She likes him. Suddenly, all the thoughts he had been avoiding throughout the week came crashing down on him, like a dam.

James was an affectionate friend. He liked physical touch. But he never liked it half as much as he did with her. James was a thoughtful friend. He remembered things about his friends. But he remembered every single thing about her. He was a sensitive friend. He hated to see his friends suffering. But every time he saw her cry, it was like his heart was being crushed. James was an attentive friend. He loved spending time with friends. But when he was away from her, he couldn’t even function properly, like he was missing one half of him. Y/N is his best friend. But she is more, too. He loves her. But there’s something else: he is in love. Amortentia never lies, after all.

When his hands tangled on Y/N’s hair, he smelled vanilla cream. When he kissed Y/N’s lips, he tasted caramel pie.

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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love on tour, forever - blurb

i watched harry’s video and got super inspired to write this, it’s definitely one of my favorite things i’ve done so i hope you like it 🥺

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MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

“Do you think I should pack this?” you asked holding a video camera up, catching Harry’s attention.

“That would be great, love,” he said from the bed, watching you add the final items to your suitcase, “That way you can film me while I shower for when we’re apart.”

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes with affection and he smirked, “I’m filming special moments with this, you know, backstage moments your photographers don’t always catch.”

“Bummer,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes at him again, “I’m just kidding love, that is a very lovely idea.”

“It’s settled then.” You smiled at him and put the camera in your suitcase, knowing that by the end of the tour, it would be filled with the most special and heartfelt moments.

“What are you doing down there, lovie?”

“Making sure I get all of your angles,” you shrugged, focused on your video camera, “Here’s the rockstar, getting his steps in before hitting the stage.”

He let out a laugh before you could catch a flash of mischief in his eyes, “You know, there’s another way I could get my cardio in.”

“Stop it, you’re on camera,” you held your finger up and gave him warning eyes, you were planing on showing this videos to his mom who couldn’t be with him all the time, and the last thing you wanted was her knowing abouthis shenanigans, “How are you feeling, nervous about tonight’s performance?”

“I feel good,” he said truthfully, “I’m excited to see everyone and sing our songs, but most importantly I’m excited to wear sparkly gear again.”

“There he is, there he is,” you couldn’t help but shake your head and smile, “I’m going to film the real stars of the show, Mitch and Sarah, so say bye.”

“Bye YN’s camera! Such a shame you’re not catching my post workout shower!”

“It’s negative!” Nyoh said as she entered the room, making everyone cheer and clap.

“We’re not sick! That deserves a happy dance!” Harry said as he stood up and danced goofily around the room, making everyone laugh at him.

Looking at your camera sitting at the table, you decided it was a golden moment you couldn’t afford to miss.

“Okay Ny-ny, could you hold your test up so everyone knows why this man-child is dancing like a fool,” Nyoh showed her test to the camera, laughing as you moved it to show Harry who kept on dancing, “Sometimes I don’t know if I’m dating an adult or a five year old.”

“Come on lovie, dance with me!” he approached you, holding his hand out, “If you don’t I’m going to be sad” he said in a dramatic voice, and you passed your camera to Sarah who was sitting next to you, getting her to film the both of you.

“I want to kiss you right now but we can’t take off our masks,” Harry said before a minute of jumping around, “Easy tiger, we’ll be alone soon.”

“Rehearsal time!” you said cheerfully, filming everyone on stage, “Here’s Sarah, Mitch, Pauli, Niji, Ny,” they all waved as you mentioned their names, “And there’s a dude called Harry who claims to be the headliner of the show, no one knows him tho.”

“Come on woman,” Harry gave you an annoyed playful look, “You know me, very well. Actually you know parts of my body that-“

“Harry! What’s with you and your horny comments all the time, you’re like a teenager!” you shook your head, all of his bandmates laughing at your banter.

“Can you blame me? I go home to you every night, I’m a lucky bastard.”

“That you are!” Pauli chimed in, making everyone laugh again.

The band continued rehearsing, you standing in a corner and catching some moments on video. Once they were done with Canyon Moon, Harry called for you.

“So, love. What do you think? Do we sound good.” Harry asked, looking at your with happy eyes, aware that you were still getting it all on camera.

“If by we you mean your band, they sound amazing as always. If you’re included in that ‘we’ then I don’t know, you should practice some more”.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, grabbing the hem of his shirt with one hand and his mic with the other, “Why are you sassy with me today! What have I done?”

You only shrugged and laughed along with him, getting on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek softly.

“Practice some more, I said!”

“Aren’t you the cutest little thing ever?” you cooed at the baby in your lap, Mitch and Sarah asked you to watch their son while they run something with the rest of the band and you were more than happy to do it, “You’re the sweetest boy I know!”

“I thought I was the sweetest boy you knew!” Harry’s voice made its way to you ears, he entered the room accompanied by Mitch and Sarah, the baby instantly making grabby hands at his mom.

“You’re not a boy anymore, you’re basically pushing 30!”

“Don’t remind me!” he dramatically said, “I’m still young and full of life.”

The four of you laughed, Sarah moving to sit next to you and Mitch and Harry hanging out by the door.

“Did he give you any trouble?” Sarah asked, looking down at her son, “He just learned how to walk without any help do he could be a handful sometimes.”

“Not at all, he’s the easiest baby ever.” You smiled at them tenderly.

“He’s not only obsessed with walking, he’s obsessed with dancing too.” Mitch said before taking a sip out of his wine glass, he’s never without one.

“Oh! I didn’t know that!” Harry said excitedly, “Baby, dance for us!”

Sarah put him down and Harry tried to make a melody by hitting the wall and mumbling random stuff, the boy instantly moving his body in an adorable way that made everyone laugh and awe at him.

Harry noticed that you had grabbed your camera to film the moment and he spoke directly to it, “That’s it! We have Love On Tour’s official dancer”

“Here’s the boss man, with his brand new Love On Tour jacket,” you filmed Harry, who was posing by the door showing off his new clothing, “I have my own too, with my name on it and all,” you turned the camera around to show yours briefly before turning it to Harry again, “Anything you would like to say?”

“It’s show time, baby!” he bobbed his head, making the sunglasses who were resting on his head fall to his eyes.

You burst out laughing and so did he after a minute of holding his straight face, “You’re such a dork!”

“But you love me a lot!”

“Eu te amo, Brasil!” Harry yelled to the empty stadium after sound-checking Lights Up.

“As you can see, he’s excited to be here,” you zoomed in on him with your camera, “We love this country so much.”

“We do, we do,” Harry agreed, “I’m putting on my best dance clothes and shoes tonight, this show is going to be massive!”

“You’re a dancer now?” you asked to piss him off.

“Of course! Look at my moves.” He grabbed his mic with one hand, putting the other on his hip and moving funnily.

“Look at that! You’re going straight to Dancing with the Stars after this tour.”

“I’m more of a Dancing Moms kinda guy.” He shrugged, making everyone laugh before moving on with the next song to rehearse.

“There it is, the 10th tweet about how they’re going to the show for Lloyd only.” You giggled, scrolling down your timeline while Harry watched over your shoulders.

“Okay, that’s it,” he said before standing up, “Lloyd Wakefield !” at this, the photographer turned his head around, previously in a conversation with Madi and some other crew members.

“Yes?” Lloyd asked in a confused tone, you stood back and grabbed your camera, knowing a funny moment you would love to remember was coming.

“I might have to fire you,” Harry said, his voice trying to sound serious but his eyes gave him away, “You’re stealing the show and I can’t accept that.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes and everyone in the room turned their attention to them with grins on their faces, they were used to Harry’s humor.

“Yeah? And who’s going to be your photographer now?”

“Or we could solve this like manly man, with a fight.”

“As if you would fight anyone!” you chimed in from your place, making them turn your attention to you.

“Is that my own girlfriend doubting me?” he said, faking an offended tone, “Bring it in, Wakefield”

Lloyd laughed but played along, bringing his arms up and playfully challenging Harry, but somehow they ended up putting their hands together and moving them back and forth.

“Look at the manly man, fighting for who’s the star of the show,” you said, your camera focusing on them, “Just another day on the road.”

“I don’t know what we’re doing but I’m winning!” Harry chirped and everyone laughed again.

“Harry! Harry! Harry!”

Was all that was heard backstage at Reggio Emilia RFC Arena, some people holding up champagne glasses and jumping up and down.

“We did it!” Harry yelled as he placed himself in the center of the room, his vest long forgotten, jumping and twirling along with the cheers.

As usual, you were holding your camera, filming the special you knew he would want to replay over and over again.

“Congratulations baby, another world tour completed!” you said to him, “Any final words you would like to say to the camera.”

Harry paused to think for a few seconds before speaking, “I love you, that’s all,” she shook his head almost in disbelief, “You have been here for every step of the way, and that means the world to me, none of this would be possible without you.”

“Awe! Aren’t you a softie?” Jeff cheered, throwing his arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair playfully.

“I’m just in love.” He winked at the camera and that was your cue to turn it off and take in the moment.

For three years, Love On Tour ruled the world and changed yours, giving you the opportunity to be by Harry’s side for every milestone and special moment.

The tour might had come to an end, but the memories created around it would last forever.

And you were glad you got them all on camera.

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abditorial · 9 months

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You def fed the people with the dry humping post LAWD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

May I humbly request a continuation with inumaki 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

The song says lady boner gone but tbh lady boner is definitely still here…

Since you asked so humbly! 🤭

YOUR ACTIONS ARE DOING ALL THE ASKING,

I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY TREMBLING.

More dry humping ♥︎

FT. Toge Inumaki

X READER

WARNINGS: 18+, AFAB reader, Toge says actual words that aren’t verbs like “yes” “okay” and so on, semi-public sex, eventual penetration, creampie, not proofread (i’ll do it later leave me alone…)

It was just like Gojo to make a big deal about his own birthday. Plan a huge surprise party for himself at one of, if not the, most expensive restaurants in Tokyo and offering to pay for everyone who showed up as well as inviting all his students and co-workers. While he was rather charming, most of his friends tended to come from work or were his students and half of them found him annoying so he basically had to bribe you all to show up.

As expected you were sitting at one end of the table with the rest of the second years, which really only consisted of your boyfriend, Maki, and Panda. Yuta was still overseas… Lucky bastard getting to skip an awkward dinner party that was mostly just Gojo and Itadori having loud conversations about nothing important while the rest of you whispered amongst yourselves.

“Toge, what do you plan on getting?” Communication was hard as his lover, because you had to be careful what you asked and he had to be careful how he responded. Verbs weren’t allowed in day to day conversations because he feared he’d accidentally end up using his cursed speech on you. This was a simple question, though. He could answer truthfully without consequences. But he didn’t; Your boyfriend fell silent.

This piqued your curiosity and you lifted your gaze away from the menu to make sure everything was alright. However, you found yourself blushing profusely when you were met with a look that could only be described as hunger. Hunger for you. He was nearly undressing you with his eyes, letting his gaze drift all over your body and take in how gorgeous you looked in your nice low cut top and jeans that hugged your hips perfectly. The way the necklace he got you rested on your collarbone and dragged all his attention to your chest.

“Toge!” You whisper yelled at him, glanced around the table to make sure nobody was watching, and then gestured to the obvious tent in his pants. He finally looked away to where you could only see the tips of his ears going red. “Really? Now?”

“Salmon…” The way he said it was very pathetic, because he knew he should be slightly ashamed but all he could think was the dirtiest of thoughts.

“…” You gave a huff and leaned in to whisper, “I’ll meet you in the bathroom in like five minutes.” Don’t forget the light smack on the arm and a “hurry up!”

Exactly five and a half minutes passed when you were excusing yourself from the table and rushing off to the bathrooms. You had never been to this restaurant, and to your dismay the only options were bathrooms with various stalls, meaning you were very much at risk of being caught. After successfully sneaking you inside the men’s restroom, Toge had pulled you both in the furthest stall from the entrance. He had no problem finding out what he wanted from you, because he was also positioning you just right.

Your ass flush to his crotch, which was still raging hard and seeming like it didn’t plan on ‘deflating’ any time soon. You pressed your palms up against the stall door to keep yourself steady while you bent over because if anyone knew how much Toge enjoyed seeing your spine arch to amplify how plump your bottom was it was you. As expected, he was already giving a low groan of his approval.

Starting off at a slow pace, his hips were moving just like they would if he was really inside you, feeling your warmth. Shit, if it weren’t for the fact you guys were at your teacher’s birthday party maybe he wouldn’t have hesitated to take what he wanted. But since he was such a gentleman he figured he would avoid making such a big mess around all your guys’ friends.

A whine fell from your lips, and almost instantly he had leaned over your bent figure to cover that pretty mouth with his hand, grunting a low “Roe,” in your ear that was pretty clear it meant ‘shut up’. Of course he couldn’t really say that, Toge was too addicted to the soft moans you made to make you silence yourself entirely.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his hard on poking at your ass, or how his cold hands were pressed against your tummy, sliding up your shirt to make you shiver and squirm. He was damn near panting in your ear, trying to keep his mouth shut about how badly he wanted to be inside you or to feel your mouth around his cock to keep it warm.

“Toge,” You whined as quietly as you could. You didn’t want to get caught. How embarrassing would it be for a friend to walk into the bathroom and catch you two in the act, hearing your voice and knowing automatically what was happening? He grunted as a response, another way to tell you to keep your voice down. “Please, Toge…” But on the other hand, your begging was so cute. “I want you inside me so bad.” Well, if anything this night has told you how easily you can make him hard.

He pressed his lips to your neck, trying to resist your request and instead just focus on leaving you sweet kisses. Yet he couldn’t hold back from the way you grinded back onto him, your every movement clearly desperate. With a huff, your boyfriend straightened himself out and made quick work of your clothes. Fingers carefully yanking your jeans down by the belt loops, hissing when he noticed the circular stain in your panties that told him everything he needed to know. He teasingly brushed his hand against you, cupping your sex and letting his hand drag upwards over your ass and to the waistband of your underwear, taking his sweet time to slide them off and let them drop to your ankles.

You were trying to be silent when he initially slid himself in, but good god did you miss the feeling of him being inside you. The feeling was clearly mutual too, because he was, once again, hunched over with his face buried in your neck to stifle his little, pathetic whines. As much as he wanted to lose himself and just rail you like it was all he knew how to do, every thrust was slow and passionate to avoid making so much noise.

“Can I-?” You didn’t let him finish his sentence, because you already knew what he was going to ask and what your answer was going to be. With the nod of your head, he was pulling back to hold either side of your ass, rutting his hips forward as far as he could before painting your insides white.

It was quite awkward shuffling out of the restaurant with only the excuse that “something came up” while you were trying to not let his cum spill from your panties. That ‘something’ being your boyfriend’s dick. Again.

If Inumaki was talking with someone and he told them to go fuck themself as a joke would they actually do it??

It’s a little hard to write for Inumaki because I have to avoid phrases that can be seen as instructions or taken literally. But it’s worth it because I love him

As always, requests are open!!

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk toge #toge inumaki #toge x reader #toge x you #inumaki x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu toge

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winstonsns · 3 months

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this is gonna sound Rlly funny/ridiculous, but... Gang w reader from 2024??? Somehow????? LMAO. i jus thought itd b funny. LOLOL

the gang with 2024!reader (request)

authors note: sorry i’m doing requests late! i have many requests and i’ve been busy. also i have 100 followers!! this post is gonna have a lot of brainrot words so sorry about that LMAO. sorry this post is really short again!! i hope you enjoy!! 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, brainrot slang, alcohol, slightly suggestive but as a joke

PONYBOY CURTIS

you and ponyboy were in his room, reading stupidly romantic books as a joke

the two of you were close to tears due to laughing, both of your stomachs hurting because the book was so cringey

“oh my god! this reminds me of this one tiktok, so this girl was like ‘i think i made the new booktok anthem—‘ wait i told you about booktok, right?” you paused after talking

“yes, yes, very weird. continue on!” your boyfriend said, smiling widely at you

“so basically, the girl was singing, ‘i’m looking for a new book boyfriend. billionaire. six five, brown eyes.’ and would go on and on with the song!! literally everyone made fun of her and she responded to a hate comment, but then a comment on that video was like ‘we love an unbothered queen!!’” laughing at the end of what you said, ponyboy hunching over, dropping the book and wheezing

since he’s a teenage boy, he picked up on your vocabulary very quickly, using words like ‘sigma’ ‘grimace shake’ ‘gyatt’ (but only to you) ‘rizz’ etc

once he was saying those words too much and his brother, darry, got annoyed and said, “pony… just, stop saying those words. please, i’m getting a headache.”

your boyfriend responded with, “you’re such a beta, can’t handle a sigma rizzler like me.” a proud look on his face, darry sighing and walking to a different room

ponyboy thinks you’re the funniest person ever and even started using your vocab when talking to others or about something, and people would stare at him weirdly because they didn’t know what he was talking about, or what the words meant

JOHNNY CADE

you and johnny were outside, staring at the sunset together as a date

he was in your arms, feeling protected by you, you ran your fingers through his hair while the two of you were softly talking to each other

“i love you like how baby gronk loves livvy dunne…” you said with a smile on your face, knowing he’d think it’s funny and would laugh

he let out a loud chuckle, continuing to giggle multiple seconds after

then johnny sat up next to you, saying, “look over there!!” so you gasped, looking to where he was pointing

he lightly grabbed your jaw and moved it towards his direction, giggling when the two of you were making weird faces once you saw each other

you would always tell him that from your time, people would joke and do that gesture all the time but never in a serious way

he really loved the little diy gifts you would make him, telling him you would watch tiktok’s about cute cards to give your partner or friend

along with the pink bows you would put in your hair, sometimes asking him to tie them into your hair, telling him that coquette became back in style in your time

although others would stare at you on the street because they weren’t used to your style, you could care less

he knew you were so unique and perfect, so he would try to show you as much affection as he could to make you stay

SODAPOP CURTIS

“no one can rizz me up as well as you can, sodagyatt…” talking to your boyfriend in a joking tone

“ooh… yes, pookie… talk to me like that… maybe i’ll get you a grimace shake…” he replied, smirking and leaning in for a kiss

you giggled and lightly grabbed his face, pulling him in for a kiss, his hands on your waist

after the two of you pulled away, you looked into each others eyes before bursting out laughing, falling onto soda and curling up into a ball, your stomach hurting

he picked up on your words very quickly, specifically using the word ‘rizz’ a lot after you told him he had a lot

he began to call his brother, ponyboy, ‘ponygyatt’ because he thought it was funny

whenever one of his brothers did something embarrassing, he would tell them “your aura is decreasing. minus seven hundred points, darry.”

but he absolutely loved your sense of style, the way you would dress because it was from your time, but from his time, everyone wore denim and flannels

DARRY CURTIS

darry, your boyfriend, was baking a chocolate cake for you and his brothers

he was measuring the flour and cocoa powder, pouring them into the bowl

his back was facing you, your jaw dropped and eyes widened, you had a wonderful idea, and went through with it

“GYATTTTTT” you yelled, and spanked your boyfriend hard, on the ass

he yelped and you ran to the other room, him chasing after you, he caught up to you and grabbed you, spanking you too while you laughed

the two of you were out of breath, so you went back to talking like nothing happened, and darry wondered ‘how does she always manage to act like nothing happened..’ but in a funny way

so both of you waked back to the kitchen, going back to work on the chocolate cake dry ingredients

he never really picked up on the slang you used, him being an adult so he never cared much to use those words

plus he had a reputation to keep up, so he didn’t want to use those words but thought when you used them, they were funny

but you made his brothers laugh, and he really appreciated that

when you would help ponyboy with his homework if darry didn’t have the time, if you were confused, you would say something like “what the sigma is this bro!?”

DALLAS WINSTON

you were at your house, making roses made of pages of a book for dally, your boyfriend

then you heard a loud ring, it was your phone, you wondered, ‘who would be calling at this hour? it’s like… 2am, man..”

so you lay on your bed, kicking your feet while you thought about dally, picked up your phone and asked, “y/n l/n, what do you need?”

“mmm… hey baby, uh, i’m at the station right now. do you think you could pick me up? i’m sorry if i woke you up…” your boyfriend said

you gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, kicking your feet and nearly screaming at the thought of seeing your boyfriend, even though the two of you saw each other four hours ago

“say on skibidi to prove that you’re in the station right now.” you teased, wanting him to be embarrassed

you heard a sigh from the other end of the line, dally muttered a “on skibidi..” you giggled, saying you’d pick him up

“love you dal!! i’ll be there in a few minutes, i promise.” you continued, and he responded with a “love you too, doll. look forward to seeing you.” you hung up

he loved how you would ask people weird or rude things, but they wouldn’t understand, once you asked someone “why do you act like a fucking millennial?” and dally had to pull you away, laughing quietly because you told him what a millennial was

or when you quietly said to him, “why is that guy built like a discord mod…?” except you didn’t tell him what that was, so he had a confused look on his face and asked, “what…?”

you’d ask him if you were his skibidi alpha pookie bear, he would sigh but nod his head, repeating what you just said

he thinks you’re really fucking funny though especially if you have brainrot humor, no one besides him understands you and he loves that

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you and your boyfriend, keith, were at a store when you saw a couple making out

the girl looked young, too young, and the guy looked in his mid 30s, but they were acting very touchy and sexual

“erm, what the sigma..” you said in a certain voice, two-bit looking at you, shaking his head and sighing, trying to keep a straight face

then he couldn’t hold is any longer he chuckled and looked at where you were looking

he mumbled a “what the fuck…” squinting his eyes, blinking multiple times to see if he was seeing what he thought he was

what looked like a young girl full on making out with a guy who looked like he was in his mid 30s, you and your boyfriend looked at each other, eyes wide

then the two of you bursted out laughing, you unintentionally but loudly said, “bro is NOT a certified lover boy, certified—“ but two-bit covered your mouth, seeing the couple pass by you

once they passed and got to a certain distance, the two of you giggled to the point of your stomach hurting

when you started saying some slang from the 2000s, he picked up on it and started saying it too

when he started saying that type of slang around the gang, they had no idea what he meant and thought he was crazy

he even changed the lyrics to an elvis song into a ‘brainrot remix’ according to him

whenever he wanted to annoy someone because they wouldn’t know what he was doing or talking about, he would do a ‘shh’ motion, a finger up to his lips, then moving his finger to his jaw, tracing his jawline to his chin, which you taught him and called it mewing

he also did it when he wanted someone to be quiet, they would be confused so they would shut up

but when he picked up a bottle of alcohol, jokingly twitching and shaking, trying to act like he was tweaking, you said, “boy, it’s just alkahal!!” and he nearly dropped the bottle, chuckling loudly

STEVE RANDLE

“shh… i’m about to mew…” putting your pointer finger to your lips, moving it to your jaw, tracing down your jawline to your chin, doing the motion again but on the opposite side of your jaw

“the fuck are you talkin’ about?” a slight sense of concern in steve’s voice, people staring at the two of you as you walked down the street

he never really used the slang from your time, he thought it was funny but really stupid, so he never used it because he didn’t want to make people confused

he was a smart person, but of course people wouldn’t expect that because of the way he acted

besides that one time when he was with the gang, two-bit said something stupid, so steve said, “shut up you beta, you have a negative canthal tilt and a negative aura.”

they stared at him weirdly then all began to laugh, not knowing where he got those words from

but he loved your style, you had money but it was hard to find clothes from your time

authors note: i decided to post again because i feel bad for missing the post yesterday. i guess the one i posted at midnight counted for yesterday!! i get out of school super soon so i can post more yayyyy!!!

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be-missed · 6 months

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Find You Again (Drabble)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Four months post-breakup, Y/N "swiftly" moved on, entangled with a rising singer. Jenna, still raw from their shattered romance, covertly attended Y/N's performance at Coachella Valley Music. The echo of Y/N's new song sliced through her soul like a knife, reigniting her heartbreak with an unbearable intensity.

Warnings: curse words, notify me if there are any

A/N: This is a backstory. A new song released by Wendy, so listen to it if you can!

Song: His Car Isn't Yours // WENDY

Masterlist

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"Do you wanna go around to get some food?" Mia asked Jenna, obviously trying to get her away from the stage where Y/N will perform in a few. The both of you planned this; You will perform your first ever stage in Coachella while she watch you. But it turns out that the world has other plans for the both of you.

You broke up with each other four months ago, but you are now dating a rising singer for two months. It fucking hurt, really. It hurt Jenna so deep. She never heard from you after you dropped off her things in her house and she went away to do filming.

"No, uhm, you go ahead, I'm not really hungry" Jenna smiled timidly to her sister. Mia nodded and leaves Jenna alone at their spot, near enough to watch you clearly, but far enough to not be seen.

Five minutes later, the crowd are cheering for your opening song. Jenna was watching you sing, reminiscing those days where the both of you were in a studio and she was the only person that gets to hear your masterpiece. She wants to gatekeep you actually, she doesn't want anyone thinking that they wanted to be yours. Because you are only hers and she's only for you.

She remembers how she drives to your house, picking you up, driving fast in the highway and driving slow through the suburbs. She remembers how you were always waiting up in your driveway waiting for her car to park in front so that you can greet her. Jenna sometimes parks her car on the other side of the street just to surprise you, but hell she wonders how you still noticed where she is parked.

A tear fell from her eyes, she wiped it up fast, not wanting to be seen. She hates herself right now, she hates how she is so hung up on you while you were out there dating some dude. Jenna thought to herself, "Did some force take you because I didn't pray?" because if it did, right here, right now, she'll be on her knees begging that things aren't real and she's just dreaming.

Your voice break her thoughts when you said "So this song is for someone... that has been a part of my life. A big part actually." You bitterly smiled, Jenna saw the camera focused on you, it didn't go unnoticed that you were actually finding someone in the crowd. You continue to speak "So uhm, if you are ever here, this is for you."

Jenna is nervous, because it's either you sing a song about that dude or your gonna sing about her. But she doesn't want to get her hopes high, so she did some breathing exercises to ground herself when the intro of the song started.

You start singing the song, it was... a sad one. A song that is actually about you and her. The moon is taking over the sun making the venue a tad bit darker, making the fans lit up the flashlights on their phone.

You moved to the center of the stage, closer to the people that are watching you. Scanning every possible face that your low resolution eyes can see. Trying so hard to find Jenna, because she promised. She promised she'll watch your first performance in Coachella.

Am I supposed to find someone

Makes me feel how I felt?

I'm trying think it's time that

I try again with someone new

The stream of tears on Jenna's face is now continuous, no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she just couldn't. No one knew the relationship that you two had, no one knew that the two of you are connected. The both of you are rising stars in each track that you take, but the both of you are still not famous enough to break the internet with some dating rumors.

Now it's eight o'clock and I'm waiting on

This good guy to come pick me up

I just wanna have a good night

He's pulling up, oh my God, I see the headlights

And he opens my door but his car isn't yours

It's not you anymore in my driveway

It isn't you drivers seat on the highway

It isn't you on your way every Friday

And I hate that it hurts that his car isn't yours, yeah

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours

Yeah

The bridge hit every part of Jenna's heart that screams your name, which absolutely every part of her entire being. After your break up, she just drive past your house just to see if you are awake, to see if your dining room light is on, or just to see you in your driveway waiting for her.

Now it's 2 AM, he just dropped me off

Asked if he could come in, I told him maybe not

Then he asked what he did, I said that nothing's wrong

It wasn't your car

The song ended in a sad beat with you thanking everybody on your team, the festival, and the audience that watched you. Sad to say, you ended your set with a broken heart. You were happy, of course, being able to perform on a big music festival with a lot of people that can support you and listen to your music. But Jenna wasn't there, you didn't see Jenna standing on her spot, rooted there like she was planted.

But that car isn't yours

No, his car isn't yours, mmm-mmm

Eh-yeah, mmm, yeah

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A/N: Chapter 3 is not still finished but here is a drabble for Find You Again. If you have any drabble ideas for Find You Again, just send it! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x reader #findyouagain #wednesday x you #jenna marie ortega #wendy #red velvet #wendy red velvet

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nemesyaaa · 2 months

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pairing : nerd!bf!pope heyward x cute!gf!reader

warnings/infos : fluff and bittersweet angst, no smut actually but mentions of suggestive content.

highschool sweetheart trope. teenagers in love vibes.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sweetheart highschool boyfriend trope with pope heyward headcanons !

ღˊˎ your nerdy boyfriend pope was the one to always support you, more than your own parents and whole family. your academic weapon boy loved to covered your empty locker with full multi-colors post-it with motivation quotes.

ᰔᩚ “ i believe in you, pretty girl like you who never lose.”

ᰔᩚ “ the only thing so hard is the pressure you put on yourself when you think you can success this whole exam but i know how smart you are. and everytime in your late night session you show me how smarty you are, it make me more and more in love with you.”

ᰔᩚ “ if you want this ice cream so bad, you know what to do ;) “

ᰔᩚ “ you know what is bigger than your ass ? your fat thick brain. make me cum so bad everytime.“ (jj forced him to write this tho.)

ᰔᩚ “ but it's okay if you fail sweetheart, i'm here for you. but don't pout if i'm getting more strict in your study lesson. i just want to help you, how bad i will be to let my girl lose like that and don't win after ??”

ღˊˎ- every time you had a class, and he finished before you, he would wait against the wall. probably, playing video games on his console. jj keeping him company.

➸ btw if you're in an exam, that fucking smart brain is going to climb on jj's shoulders to reach the high window of the classroom and looked after you.

ღˊˎ- you and your genius boyfriend loved hanging out in the big library of the school. you helped him with his research, and you liked it when he taught you things. you loved the fact that he was so intelligent, and that he had passions to share with you.

meanwhile, you watched him speak, your eyes on his lips. and he will ended up kissing you. his soft mouth against yours. short’n lazily kisses.

ᰔᩚ pope was the type of boyfriend to kissed you while softly caressing your neck, getting his hands on your sensitive skin by his touch, his tongue pressed yours, light string of saliva covered your lips. such a fine loser boy.

➸ you were in love with his starry eyes. especially when they looked at you, and chased after you. you know, they cared.

"keep focus, sugar. we're not done yet.”

“ too bad, your smart brain actually turn me on.”

“ maybe i can help you with that ? “

“ oh yes, just continue to telling me some facts with this so serious face. don't stop using your brain but start to use your fingers, let them play with something better than your console.“

“ sorry ma’am but nothing is better than my conso…”

you rolled your eyes. and smiled. because you knew that he telling you the truth. you made him shut up by taking his console.

“ you need to make me cum, and i will give your console back. do you think you can do that, nerdy boy ? ”

“ be prepare to squirt, because is there is one thing here that nerdy boys are the most good at is clearly playing with their toys. so may i give you five orgasms ? “

ღˊˎ he walked you home, taking the bus with you. you were sitting next to each other. each of you had an earphones in your ear. you shared new playlists, and you loved going to a music store and collecting old vinyl with him.

he putted the music headphones on your small head, and you murmured a song that he tried to guess by the movement of your lips.

ღ ˊˎ pope was a pogue. he was not rich. but he will do his best to spoil you. but above all, he's a nerd, he's not obsessed with money. like everyone else he feels the desire to be rich but he is happy with what he has.

for him, it's more important to teach you new things, to spend time on the internet with you, or to play a game while you sit on his lap.

“ man, i can hear your boner.” say jj because pope and him were always together. sometimes, the blonde one came at your house without your consent, and his excuses was “ it's just for a game, i will not sleep here. “

"she's my girlfriend, she sits on my lap and plays like a goddess, of course i have a boner. but why my bestfriend have one?”

“ excuse me for getting a boner when my character is literally a woman with big tits jiggling all over the place, barely covered and in armor. and fights like a fucking soldier.”

“ you two are really….”

ღˊˎ you loved as much as you hated when pope helped you study. because he was so strict. he wasn't the type of boyfriend who was going to get distracted and fuck you because you couldn't think clearly and made him waste our time.

no he was the type of boyfriend to tell you "yes, we've been at this for hours but you can add three more hours since we're still at the beginning of the exercise.”

“ can we take a break ? “

“ i already gave you by let you procrastinate while i'm asking you these answers. “

“ ….pope ! “

“ no no, you can be dumb as you want with your idgaf teachers but not with me. if i'm asking for your answers, i will get it. you can take your time, i don't care. “

“ you're so mean. “

“ because i care of your results ? because i care about your future ? fine, i like being that mean so. “

you gave him a death stare.

“ you better change this look before i get far worse than you could have imagined. “

you pouted, even though it didn’t change anything.

“i don’t want to sound rude but if jj can do it, anyone can do it.”

“ the fact is i don't know who you insult the most jj or me….”

“ listen, i know how smart you are, like i know this brain is the most unique thing i've ever seen. use it, i'm already proud of you, but you just need to show me a little of your incredible intelligence. and not only me, to everyone. “

you started to think more and more, and ended up to work harder to gave him the answers.

ღˊˎ pope was the type of boyfriend to give you handmade jewelry. especially bracelets. and every time you wore them, he was so happy.

he was also the type to watch the sunset on the high school bleachers or on the beach sand for hours with you, his precious girlfriend.

when night fell and he didn't wanted to going home, he would teach you how to surf.

ღ ˊˎ pope loved it when you wore his clothes, mostly his summer shirts and especially when you wore nothing underneath. he was a shy nerd so he would never admit how much he loved watching your freely nipples, slapped by the fresh wind.

you appreciated taking a nap on his chest for hours and hours in the bed of your room, while he's playing with his console, and with his other hand, cuddle you a little. sometimes, he randomly talked, making your ears so soft to his calm asmr voice, while he told you about the games he actually played, geeking about the fantasy core that you were clearly not aware of.

ღˊˎ he was your first love and you had your first time with him. was the same for him, you were the first girl he loved, and it was crazy for him how you made him so dumb when he was so smart.

ღˊˎ he loved complimenting you, telling you how beautiful you were, but also how smart and brilliant you were. that you were more than what people saw or thought about you.

ღ ˊˎ he liked how precious your moments were, how time lasted so long with you.

ღˊˎ you had filled your bedroom wall with your first words sharing together, with things you loved about each other, with photos of our dates. you don't want to forget anything. him neither.

ღ ˊˎ you were so cute with him and always stuck together.

ღ ˊˎ you thought it was going to last a long time, forever and for life. you were teenagers in love, filled with hard feelings, young matters, academic pressure.

ღˊˎ but today, back in the present, you were wondering what happened to your high school sweetheart, was he married, was his wife as nice as you, did he have children, did they look like him, did he have a big house, did he have the one you dreamed of when you were teenagers, was he as happy as he was with you, was he still a pogue or had he changed his future? did he still think about you when you can't get him out of your mind ? did he hear your late night thoughts screaming his name ?

ღ ˊˎ you went back to high school. but he was no longer there. you were no longer young, nor in love. you were adults and married. in the same life that you thought you shared.

ღˊˎ when you tried to contact him by phone but another woman answered the phone to tell you that her husband wasn't there. you understood, understood that you had become a simple memory. and him, the hardest ghost to find.

ღ ˊˎ he was your high school sweetheart, such a smart nerd and such an interesting person. it was certain that he had succeeded in life.

ღ ˊˎ you tried to call him one last time. “you were wrong, i’m not that smart.”

and you burst into tears when you heard his breathing and alive voice.

“ congratulations, pope heyward. was the life you cherished for. “

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holdinbacksecrets · 1 year

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who in svt would get as close as possible to you in the subway train while you're standing and hover over you, just to assert their dominance? i feel like it would be mingyu and coups the most, god i can hear those shit eating grins-

ohmygod

also, what about being afraid to ride public transportation unless you’re with him… you probably had one uncomfortable night ride and told yourself never again. then minghao told you to call him whenever it’s late and you have somewhere to go. you have to close your eyes the first time and focus on the feeling of his hand holding yours. with time, you go from watching him alone, to the scenery outside the window to the fellow passengers in the subway car.

mingyu and seungcheol… they’re the boys to ride with during rush hour and the odds are not in your favor for getting a seat, but you’re glued to his strong build, barely noticing the sudden jerks. it doesn’t hurt that his cologne overwhelms your senses in the best way, and his knuckles run up and down the length of your spine continuously. hell, you nearly fall asleep.

every one stares at jeonghan when you take the train together, but he’s too focused on the details of your day and convincing you to come to a few of the abroad tour stops or entertaining you with his latest debacle

joshua meets you at your stop every night he can and ohmygod how it releases all the butterflies and love confetti. he leans against the closest light post and you beam

once, you and jun waited at a bus stop for two hours in the pouring rain, and the memory is something you write down again every few months because you’re terrified it will leave you before you write your wedding vows

soonyoung would light up like a christmas tree taking a train in europe during your honeymoon. so many pictures. so much love. so wholesome

reading the same book with wonwoo who looks over at you and waits for your approval to turn the page. he stops reading if you fall asleep

you convinced jihoon to take a mattress on public transit once. it was a distressing experience, and now he won’t even whisper metro card

seokmin packs sandwiches for you in a cute lunch box he ordered online, and you exude a cheshire-wide smile every time you read his notes. he also loves to take public transportation for dates. like picnics only happen if you take the bus because in his head, they go hand in hand, and watching him sit beside you with the gingham blanket on his lap as he mindlessly trails his fingertips over your hand on the way to the park makes your heart melt

you’ve watched seungkwan on the train for months and try not to laugh at his unimpressed expressions or his dissatisfaction with an americano picked up from a new cafe. every time you try to talk to him, his stop is coming too soon, and you’re terrified of making him late or interrupting is schedule

you finally connected with hansol on the bus after months of stolen glances. it took you a couple weeks to realize you ride bus five at the same time at least a few times during the week. you’re amused and keep track of how long it takes for him to notice and gradually work his way closer to your seat until he gets on three stops late and the only available spot is beside you. he says: “did you forget your headphones?” before offering you one of his airpods. the first song he plays is one of your favorites, and it gives you chills

chan meets you at the red line and always has a book in his bag for you to read if the car gets crowded. having something else for you to focus on is his top priority, as if his hand in yours wouldn’t do the job just fine

#seventeen reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen blurbs #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #jun scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #jihoon scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #minghao scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #hansol scenarios #chan scenarios

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unnoticed-poison · 7 months

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔! 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 °【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】°

Qᴜᴏᴛᴇv ʟɪɴᴋ

ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʟɪɴᴋ

【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟐 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

I got obsessed with this show so I decided why not write a yandere fic for it for fun.

I'm gonna post chapter one here as well, but then future chapters will most likely be posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev, the links will be posted soon.

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Everyone was familiar with the screams and pleads of terror and despair that echoed throughout the city, hundreds of demons, in a state of panic, could be seen running in the streets in desperation, terrified at the sight of the angels, who had determined smiles on their faces as they chased them down with the intent to end their lives, prompting them to run even faster, trying to escape their impending doom that was closing in on them.

Amidst all the chaos, in one of the buildings from the distance, unaffected by the madness, a low yet soft voice rang out, reading out loud from a book, seemingly oblivious to the horror happening outside.

"- Lucifer found her and the rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love-"

It was a story they'd read countless times before, but oh it never failed to bring them joy and comfort.

"She empowered the demon kind with her voice and her songs-"

Despite the screams of terror outside were practically impossible to ignore, this particular story offered a temporary escape from their worries, even for just a little while.

"And their dream was passed down to their precious son, the prince of hell."

The end.

....

The man let out a deep sigh as he gently shut the book and gazed out the window at the chaos. " Don't worry Mom, I'll make this work, I promise."

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 it takes.

"Charles, I enjoy your theatrics and all, I really do, but this is literally the fifth time you've repeated the same story to yourself."

A voice rang out behind him suddenly, making him turn his head in fright.

"Shit Dicckie! I didn't see you there." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Did you hear all that?"

Dicckie nodded. "Yeah, I literally just said that."

"Sorry, you know I always get worked up during an extermination." He smiled down at the book in his hands. " This book always helps, even for just a moment."

It was better than nothing...

"Don't worry, I love hearing your voice anyways, but you know you can always talk to me-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion echoed through the air, making them jolt in surprise and fright as they turned to the source of the noise.

Looking out the window, the men watched as an entire airship crashed into the buildings below, the group of exterminators who had taken it down cheered and high-fived one another before parting ways.

.......

Charles sighed. "They're extra ruthless this year, huh.."

It just gets worse and 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 each year.

.......

Dicckie struggled to find something to say to comfort the prince, before remembering what he was here for in the first place. " Hey, how about we go see what Alastor prepared for our commercial? That will take your mind off.. this."

Charles smiled, setting the book aside before standing up and grabbing his hand. "You're right! He should be done with it by now, let's go."

Dicckie smiled back at him, pleased to see him so enthusiastic again, it suited him better. "There you go, I'm positive he did an amazing job," he said, though he couldn't mask the slight hesitation in his tone.

At least, he hoped he did.

That radio freak better have made something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

I wanted to continue MC's part but I don't have much free time so I decided to end the trailer here

My friend told me to name vaggie Dicckie cause

Vaggie = vagina

So automatically

Dicckie= Dick 😭😭😭

#hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

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sturnprime · 6 months

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU, chris sturniolo 🩵

from h ꨄ︎ ⎯ this is honestly a oneshot i had written on wattpad a long time ago but i deleted it and then thought why not post it here because i absolutely adore this song.

i hope you enjoyed 🩵

THE SOFT HUM of the music seemingly blurs into the conversation they are indulging in, with the specific words coating the air yet falling short to their ears as a result of their attentiveness towards one another. though quiet and in some cases missed, they never fail to provide a sense of tranquillity nevertheless. the windows surrounding them are decorated in the breath of winter, mist painting across the glass as though an intricate design across a canvas. the cold air appears to settle there perfectly, cosying into the gaps and making itself at home but in a way, overpowered by the radiance supplied by the heater of the car that engulfs them. the air smells of a breeze and when they breathe in, they can almost taste the lingering frost that ever so delicately wraps itself around the houses nearby. it is, all in all, a comforting scene to be ensnared in.

the sound of a laugh vibrates through the vehicle before it settles in the atmosphere in a minimal buzz of contentment. it's bright smiles and flushed cheeks all around and it's perfect. chris reaches his hand out slowly to tuck a stray hair from amara's face and when his fingertips brush against her skin, it's as though she's on fire. it's a clear contrast with the climate and in some cases considered dangerous but she allows the heat to slip into every crevice inside of her, running the course of her body flawlessly until the redness in her cheeks is no longer a friend of the coldness but rather, a greeter to the affection.

the traffic light ahead shifts from the glowing red to a shade of amber before at last turning green and chris begins driving once more, his fingers strumming against the steering wheel to the sound of the music filling his ears. as always, his eyes subconsciously drift to his girlfriend beside him and the mere sight of her is enough to plant a smile onto his face. once she spots the smile, it's as though her lips move against her own will as she too smiles, her plump lips meandering beautifully as she stares at his side profile. he looks like home and his presence feels like familiarity so she continues to stare as they continue to their destination.

the rest of the journey is silent but it's the sort of silence that feels like a dozen words are said through eyes and expressions. the seconds pass by and turn into minutes ever so quickly and before they know it, they have arrived at the valet. frankly, the drive is short but their occasional stops and exchanges make it appear much further, not that either of them minds anyway. the simple fact that they have one another through the twists and turns of the roads, through the bumps in the gravel; it is all enough to cast aside any doubt and exhaustion from the route.

small interactions with the valet owner pass and once chris is ensured his car is in safe hands for cleaning, he laces his fingers with amara's and allows the warmth to shoot through him. through the intertwining, there simply is no else around them. he pays no mind to anything, not a single individual that passes by nor the trees that hang tall and bare, he merely keeps his undivided attention on her as she continues to ramble about something or the other. he watches in admiration as her free hand gestures around as she speaks passionately, as her nose crinkles whenever she comes across a topic she dislikes and the way her smile sprouts widely when she is happy. she truly is nothing short of mesmerising and he easily allows himself to get soaked into the whirlwind that is her existence.

"i've been seeing it everywhere and madi said it was good so that counts for everything. it's literally five minutes from here so we have to go while we wait," she tells him as she stirs them in the correct direction and chris goes because of course he's going to follow her.

they go wherever one another goes and it's always been that way, long before their hearts had even come to the realisation that they longed for each other. and so, he follows and he doesn't for a second doubt where she is leading him as he's more than positive he's in safe hands. how can he not be when her thump swipes against the back of his hand continuously, albeit a small touch but enough to expand his heart over a dozen times in size? he meets her thumb halfway and their touches linger, connecting and merging until they're sure they won't ever come apart again. soft presses of assurance and gentle swipes of love; it is all showing each other they're not alone. it's a touch of i got you and i'm going with you.

he doesn't even have to think twice about where they're going, her excitement is enough for him to agree in an instance. their fingers remain knitted together as they walk, even the cold air unable to weave its way between them. it's this miniature, intimate bubble around them that they've created and no one or nothing is perforating it.

"what exactly is it?" he asks because he can tell she's euphoric and wants to speak more about it and well, her voice is a melody he can play forever and ever.

"it's like a little café that's open pretty much all the time and there's this really cute fireplace in the seating area and apparently they have best champagne that people have tried!" she smiles at him as she speaks and he smiles back, eyes squinting in the corner at the genuineness.

and before he can ask any more questions, he notes they have already arrived. there's something about the place that neither of them can quite place their finger on but it instantly feels welcoming, as though stepping into your home after a long, tiresome day and being able to sink into the comfort of your covers. the outside is decorated in snowflakes that fit with one another with no difficulty, the intricate designs so very clear and pointing at the deck just in front of the door. the deck houses fake flowers but the scent somehow smells real, the flora wafting up their noses in efficient waves. the door to the café is also painted in snowflakes with a blue OPEN sign staring straight at them, the border glowing in the babiest of blues.

the seats are like blankets, warm and fluffy and chris pulls amara's seat so it's closer to his. she pecks his cheek lightly as a means of response and suddenly he finds himself wanting to repeat his actions again and again. instead, he connects their hands because that's always been their thing hasn't it? it's for them and no one else and they adore it. the physical touch fills them up and it always has done so. it's a small action but means to them more than they can begin to explain in words. but then again, they don't need to explain it because it in fact belongs to them and that's what makes it so heartwarming.

"you were right, this place looks fucking amazing," chris comments as his eyes wander around, trying to take in absolutely everything because he doesn't want to miss anything, not even for a second.

"i told you and we even came when basically no one else is here; that's like the best experience," she nods her head as she watches him look around.

he looks so at ease with his surroundings and it in turn makes her feel at ease. his eyes are glimmering with this sense of pure captivation and she finds herself grinning to no one in particular. the tide in his eyes seems to swirl with each glance he takes and she strangely wants to jump into the water so she can be even closer to him. her thoughts lead to her pressing a kiss to his knuckles which then makes him snap out of his trance. he smiles widely at her and god, she is so in love with him, it almost hurts.

no more words can be exchanged because a waiter approaches them to take their order and well they aren't really hungry, having just eaten a bit ago, so they order champagne, interacting a little with the man who compliments them multiple times before at last departing.

there's something so easy about existing with each other. it's like being together is as easy as breathing and at times, their oxygen is being supplied by one another. they're breathing the oxygen in and not even for a moment does the supply seem to run out. it's love that suffocates them yet instead of attempting to get out, they let it close in on them. it's hauntingly bewitching because the love is indeed a lot but at the same time, a lot feels just right when it comes to their love.

as anticipated, the champagne doesn't take long at all to arrive. the champagne glasses have a golden rim and the bubbling fills their ears, deeply reflecting the bubbling feeling in their stomachs as they look to one another. the affect they have on one another never changes, despite how many months and years pass in their relationship. it's like the spark decides to keep burning brighter, the flame decides to grow and the heat just gets hotter. every little moment feeds into the fire until the element encases their entire beings.

chris sips on it and he can't deny how amazing it tastes and when he notices amara waiting for his reaction, he just enjoys it that much more, telling her about it instantly, "you've got good taste mara."

she smirks in response as she takes a sip for herself, "of course i do, i never doubted myself for even a second."

"cough arrogant cough," he pretends to clear his throat and cough and she swats his arm playfully, shaking her head at his words.

"am i wrong though? did you doubt me christopher?" she continues, a teasing grin playing at her lips that chris honestly just wants to kiss more than ever.

"and what if i did doubt you amara?" he retorts in the same tone, making the two of them laugh briefly, the sound travelling straight to the heart and piling up alongside the other moments of laughter they have shared many times before.

"that doesn't answer my question idiot," she informs him matter-of-factly, shaking her head at him once more but never departing the satisfied expression from her face.

"of course i didn't doubt you stupid, i never do," he at last says and at that, she just can't help but connect their lips together.

it feels correct, just like everything else with them. it's a sweet kiss, not rushed or exactly passionate but filling them with the same feelings nonetheless. the butterflies still erupt inside of them and the feeling of their lips together makes their hearts soar, fast beating at the contact. they're thankful no one is around them to see but to be frank, even if there were, part of them knows they wouldn't care much anyway. it's never bothered them before because as established, when they are together, everyone else disappears. it's just them and no one else. when his hand moves to hold her face, she leans into it and their synchronised movements create a moment of serenity.

they pull away after a few moments, mirroring expressions with rosy tints ensnaring their faces and ears. chris nudges her side and she nudges him back and they settle there, drinking the champagne and talking about whatever comes to mind. the silence in the café around them should be alarming but it just makes them feel even greater because they can be themselves and they're always their greatest selves when they are together and alone.

they don't leave for a while, relishing in their solitude and the solace the café brings them for what it is but when they do eventually leave, it isn't with regrets or doubts. they do things without looking back because they tend to believe something forward could potentially be even greater. their hands are still linked, their strides match naturally and their laughter spills out of them as though it is second nature.

the car is ready for them at the valet and they linger there for a while, distracting themselves in their positions until they realise they are standing around in a place where that isn't exactly deemed normal. sheepishly making their way inside the car, a rush of adrenaline swipes through them as they drive around the city and at every red light, chris takes her in. his eyes roam her face and his ears swallow her laugh because he's unable to do anything but. she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl he's ever seen. she's so effortless in the beauty she holds and even sitting near her makes his heart hammer in his chest. she looks like she's from the cover of a magazine, posing for a shot though truth is, she's only existing and so, he loves existing with her.

"are we going back to mine or yours?" she asks him after a while, fiddling with his hand that rests on her thigh as he drives mindlessly.

"well your bed is more comfortable," he beams at her and she laughs at him but it doesn't really matter to her, so long as they are together.

"you're just saying that because you want breakfast in bed again," she returns and he smirks at her.

"that wasn't even on my mind. i was just thinking about how it's so nice waking up next to you but if you're offering..." he trails off and she tugs on his finger roughly, making him yelp dramatically.

"okay okay, i'll make you breakfast in bed," he decides and now she's even more against the idea.

"yeah and then i'll get food poisoning and die and you'll have to live without me forever and regret the fact that you made breakfast and killed your girlfriend until the day you die," she goes on and he shakes his head at her, rubbing circles on her hand softly.

"god you have this all planned don't you?" he chuckles as they turn the street, parking in the driveway.

"mhm, it's going to make the news and everyone's going to remind you of it daily," she proceeds as she steps out the car, cuddling against his side as they walk and humming in satisfaction when he wraps his arm around her.

"well i'm gonna love you till i'm dead so that means i have to die first," he leads her inside, wrapping his arms around her waist and clinging onto her as they walk to the living room before collapsing onto the couch.

"woah so if i die first, you're going to stop loving me?" she gasps dramatically and he throws a cushion at her face with a small huff of disbelief.

and after that, it's continued playful conversations and acting as though they're offended when it's practically impossible to be as such. even with their little bickering, they still remain ever so closely together and there's just something about it that makes them feel so alive and free. this is forever, not temporary, more than a fling and they never want it to be anything but. so, as the hours of the night waste away and consume them, their contentment stays and it doesn't disappear when they drift off to sleep or when they wake up the next morning because all that's on their minds is the speciality that is the person beside them. it's something they can't comprehend in the slightest yet one look to the other ultimately screams something about you.

#⎯ sturnprime #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fluff #the sturniolos #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fluff #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #something about you #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine

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bananaofswifts · 1 year

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Whether she's breaking records or breaking Ticketmaster, Taylor Swift has proven time and again that she's one of the most powerful figures in modern music — and the Eras Tour is a manifestation of that.

By TAYLOR WEATHERBY

But after witnessing it in person, it's clear that Swift is not just delivering the tour of the year — it's the tour of her generation.

Sure, Beyoncé fans can't wait for her tour this summer; Harry Styles is about to embark on the final leg of his highly successful Love On Tour trek; BLACKPINK sold out stadiums around the country too. Yet, it's hard to imagine that any other tour this year will have a cultural impact as big as the Eras Tour — something that's wildly apparent whether or not you were there.

Even before Swift hit the stage for her first night at Nashville's Nissan Stadium on May 5, her influence was felt. Practically every fan of the 70,000 in attendance (a record for the venue — more on that later) was wearing some sort of reference to their favorite Swift era: a beloved lyric, or an iconic performance or music video look. While that's not necessarily a new trend in the Swiftie world, seeing all 10 of her eras represented throughout a stadium-sized crowd was equal parts meaningful and remarkable.

As someone who has been to hundreds of tours and most of Swift's — including the Reputation Tour, which I naively referred to as "the peak of her career" — I didn't think this one would feel much different than a typical stadium show. But even when Swift was just a few songs in of her impressive three-and-a-half hour set, a feeling came over me like I wasn't just watching one of music's greats — I was part of music history.

Below, here are five reasons why the Eras Tour will go down as one of the most iconic of Swift's generation.

It's Treated Like A Holiday

In the week leading up to the shows and over the weekend, Nashville was abundant with special events in Swift's honor. From Taylor-themed trivia nights to pre- and post-show dance parties to wine lists transformed into "eras," practically every place you went was commemorating her return (she last performed in Nashville in 2018).

While it's unclear whether this kind of takeover is happening in every city — after all, she does consider Nashville a hometown, as she said on stage — it's rare to see an artist have such a ripple effect by simply just coming to town.

During her May 5 show, Swift added to the excitement by sharing the highly anticipated news that Speak Now (Taylor's Version) was coming on July 7. Upon the announcement, three of Nashville's monuments — the John Seigenthaler Pedestrian Bridge, the Tennessee State Capitol and the Alliance Bernstein building downtown — were illuminated in purple, the album's color.

It's Breaking Records Left And Right

Though Swift is no stranger to breaking records, she continues to do so with the Eras Tour. After setting the all-time attendance record at Nissan Stadium on night one of her Nashville run, Swift topped herself (something has become accustomed to on the charts as well) with another attendance record on night two.

And despite the controversial ticketing frenzy the tour caused, Swift also broke a Ticketmaster record with more than 2.4 million tickets sold — the most by an artist in a single day — in the presale alone. If Swift announces an international leg of the tour, Pollstar projects that the Eras Tour could surpass $1 billion, which would add yet another first to her ever-growing list.

It's Spawned Parking Lot Parties

As if history-making attendance and record-breaking ticket sales aren't indication enough of Swift's power, the Eras Tour is so highly in-demand that fans are sitting outside of the venue to still be part of the show. Fans crowded barricades and camped out in the parking lot of Nissan Stadium, ready to watch (and sing along) Swift on the big screen — something that has seemingly been happening in every city.

It Can't Be Stopped By The Elements

Adding to the magnitude of the Eras Tour, Swift performs 45 songs across three and a half hours. And to make her last night in Nashville even more momentous, she did almost all of that in pouring rain.

Swift didn't get to take the stage until after 10 p.m. on May 7 because of storms in the area (she normally goes on around 7:50 local time), but that didn't mean she'd be shortening her set. Carrying on until after 1:30 a.m. — even through the "element of slippiness happening," as she joked — Swift made it clear that she's determined to give each show her all regardless of the weather.

It's Simply A Feel-Good Celebration

Perhaps it was the five-year gap between the last time she toured. Perhaps it was the four new albums of material. Perhaps it was the celebratory nature of the show. Whatever inspired the vibe of the Eras Tour, I've never seen Taylor Swift or her fans so alive. The passion was tangible, the energy was magnetic.

Though Swift has always been known as an artist with a very loyal following, it was still mind-blowing to hear 70,000 people belt out every word for three hours straight. There aren't many artists whose catalogs are as equally beloved as they are extensive, especially one who hasn't even seen her 34th birthday. No matter how many albums and tours are in Swift's future, the Eras Tour captures a special moment in time — and celebrates a legend in her prime.

#taylor swift #the eras tour #grammy

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lieslab · 1 year

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Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Summary: You’re dating Lee Know and you have to remind him to take care of himself after a long dance practice.

Word Count: 700

Genre: Fluff & slight angst

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Sweat dripped down the side of Lee Know’s forehead. The sticky perspiration poured out of him like water. His gray shirt stuck to his body. He ran a hand through his damp hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The beat for the song started playing again.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” He threw his hands up to repeat the same steps for a choreography he had been working on for the past two hours.

Hand, hand, hip, swing, left arm, right arm, jump, and pump. The moves came to him naturally. He didn’t dare remove his eyes from the reflection wanting to make sure he hit every beat. He ignored the sweat dripping into his eyes and twisted his ankles together to spin around. He missed a step and down he went.

He slammed into the wooden floor with a thud. He sat on his ass with a slight daze. Long legs sprawled out in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook himself out of the small shock. Forcing himself up with a grunt, he headed back over to the laptop to restart the song. Chan had sent him the audio file, all he had been doing was creating a dance.

“That looked like it hurt,” you commented from the back of the room. You had walked in earlier and had been waiting for him to notice you for a while.

“Oh my fucking god!” He threw a hand to his chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to watch you fall on your ass,” you shrugged. In your hand, there was a small brown bag with the top folded down. “The guys said you’ve been in here for hours working your ass off, so I brought you dinner.”

“Thanks, just put it down, I’ll eat it in a while.” He ignored the frown that appeared on your face and went back over to the laptop. He turned the volume up and turned back around to face the mirror.

Again the music started up. He nodded his head and began again. Hand, hand, hip. He glanced back in the mirror and caught you looking at him. It was long enough that it threw him off his groove. Suddenly, he forgot what was next. Right hand? Jump? Left hand? You short circuited his brain without meaning to.

“Can you just go away?” Lee Know spun around. His arms crossed over his chest. “I can’t focus while you’re here.”

“Did you even eat lunch?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” he started.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“But I had breakfast,” he continued. “I’ll eat when I’m done. I need to get this right. I have to teach it to everyone tomorrow and I-”

“It is nine o’clock at night,” you butted in. “Chan said you’ve been in here, at least, since four. You’ve been working your ass off for hours!”

“It’s nine?” His eyes widened immediately. “Fuck, I forgot to feed the cats!”

“Don’t worry, I already fed them earlier.” You moved over to the laptop and hit the pause button to stop the music. “Please take a break and eat your food. I went to your favorite restaurant and got your favorite meal.”

His shoulders dropped and he finally came over to you. “I didn’t realize it was so late. I thought it was only around six. I guess that explains why I feel so tired. I was so caught up, I wasn’t even looking at the time.”

You handed him his bag of food. “I know you don’t like being interrupted when you’re dancing, but someone has to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

Half of his lips turned up into the beginning of a smile. “Thank you for caring about me. I’m sorry I got upset, I just want to get it right. I keep thinking I have it and then I screw it up.”

“How about you eat and then you can teach it to me? I know I’m not the best dancer, but it might help if you can teach it to someone. We can stay here all night if we need to.”

He leaned over and placed a quick peck on your cheek, “you’re the best.”

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#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stay #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #fanfic writing #fanficwriter #lee know #lee know fanfic #lee know fic #minho

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starboyshoyo · 1 year

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RAAAH 6TH TIME TRYING TO SEND THIS 😡😡😡 i hope this works

so i wanted to metaphorically cash in this request you said i could make, and i thought i’d do that as a reward for me getting into color guard!!

can i request the twst boys (surprise me on the characters) with a s/o who dresses in the dark academia aesthetic, listens to classical music all the time, and reads classic literature a lot? (totally not how i wanna be LMAO) thank you so much <33

https://www.tumblr.com/starboyshoyo/712163095699750912/permission-to-just-reblog-all-your-works-cause

A/N: @lacuna-at-dawn hello!! I have finished my AP exams and now have time to write. I didn’t get the other five rqs so it’s good you sent it in again hhhh. Dark Academia is my best friend’s favorite aesthetic so I know a little about it! If I get some things wrong lmk! I listened to the Enkanomiya soundtrack from Genshin Impact while writing this.

Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader, Cater Diamond x reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: general, romance

Malleus and Cater with a Dark Academia-esque s/o!

Malleus Draconia

Oh, dear Child of Man. You were made for him, weren’t you?

While Malleus knows better than to judge on appearances, he just knows you would fit right into the beautiful, thorny landscape of his home in Briar Valley. You may not be feared by others like he is, but he can’t help but think you might understand what a life in the shadows means. It’s not all dreariness- it can be beautiful too.

Your fashion sense is apparent to him on days when you’re not confined to your school uniform. It’s not all-black like his; instead, you opt for a mix of muted colors like wine reds, browns, and forest greens. It’s like you’re a lighter version of him- you are the shade to his shadows, the slumber to his death.

When he accompanies you around the school, he’ll always be one step behind you. It makes him feel as if he is your protector- though it is a bit funny to see Sebek and Silver trail behind Malleus, who trails behind you. Occasionally, Rook will join in (read: stalk them) as well, and then other students will wonder if someone had started a conga line in the hallways.

Malleus’s view of time is a little bit skewed in comparison to humans, so when he sees you reading classical literature, he might question if it’s a new release because he swears he met the author of the book just last week- nevermind, it was last century. Well, either way, he’ll go out of his way to finally get around to reading it, just so he can discuss it with you. Sebek is a big help in this regard as well- he’ll be more than happy to tutor Malleus in English so he can have more in-depth conversations about literature.

Classical literature also gives Malleus another way to spend time with you alone. During quiet hours in the NRC library, he’ll pull up two seats by the fireplace and invite you to sit with him, curling his arms around you protectively. You’ll take turns reading out loud to each other- and when you get tired, he’ll continue in that deep, relaxing voice of his until you drift off to sleep. Then, he’ll carry you back to his room in the Diasomnia Dorm, watching over you and keeping you safe until you wake again.

Besides library dates, Malleus’ most memorable time with you came when he asked you to show him your favorite songs. The music is somewhat melancholy and romantic, and he’ll close his eyes for a moment as he picks apart the notes. It’ll remind him of the slower songs played in the Briar Valley castle at mealtimes- only this time, he isn’t alone.

When he realizes this, he’ll stand up, striding over to you, and hold his hand out while looking at you with the love of the world in his eyes.

Child of Man, may I have this dance?

Cater Diamond

Cater is an expert on all things aesthetic. He’s a Magicam influencer, after all, and he needs to keep up on the times! You’ll immediately become a star, with Cater setting up a couples’ page where the two of you post various Dark Academia songs, art, photos, and other media.

Cater is used to dressing in whatever is trendy, but the more time he spends with you the more he’ll be converted to your fashion tastes. You’d better be ready to see Cay-Cay in turtlenecks, slacks, sweaters and the occasional pleated skirt! He’s not afraid to try everything at least once to find what he likes.

The two of you will have many dates where you’ll go to swap meets to find academia-esque clothing. He’s open to letting you dig around in his closet to find pieces you like as well. Cater will want you to pose in the mirror with your outfits, so he can snap a photo and post it to your page. The rest of Heartslabyul might be a little surprised with Cater’s change in looks, but they’ll definitely support him when they see how happy you make him.

TBH, Cater isn’t really into reading much. Books are so old school to him! The fact that they have no screen bores him. The middle-ground you find is digital books. When you introduce him to it, he might be doubtful at first. But he’ll quickly find himself absorbed in the stories as old as time and soon enough, he’ll fall headfirst into the classical literature rabbit hole. Don’t expect him to go to the library though! Just looking at the outdated computers makes him want to retch.

On the flip side, your boyfriend has always enjoyed classical music very much. Sure, he likes pop and country and rock too, but there’s something super calming and refined to the classics. He enjoys sharing earbuds with you while you walk down the hallways, listening to a mixed playlist of your favorites.

Over time, Cater will find that he enjoys the calming darkness of your aesthetic over the cutesy, bright one that used to cover his Magicam page. It makes him feel a little more seen- like he can be vulnerable under it all and not have to keep up with appearances as much.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #birdie.request

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 28 - Kitchen Sex]

Pairing: Good Days!couple (sub!Yoongi x Domme!Reader)

Kinks: rimjob, pegging, anal fingering, booty spanking over the kitchen counter, thigh grinding, smol CBT, size & strength kink but he has them ;), dirty talk, hand holding :), edging, loving aftercare, he wears an apron the entire time

Wordcount: 7.7k

a/n: i have to have him no joke i wanna EAT him!! he is so!!! y’all if you let this one flop i’ll never post again because this deserves so much!! it’s so!! have fun besties 💜

The sunlight of the new day wakes you. You stretch your arms above your head and yawn quietly, peeling your eyes open afterwards. It’s going to be a good day.

Your husband's side of the bed is empty, sheets ruffled and pillow dimpled. You rub your hand over it. It is cold, which means he woke up a while ago.

That can only mean two things. He is outside, making music or he is cooking breakfast. Judging by the faint smell of coffee forcing its way into your bedroom, it must be the latter.

You sit up and roll out of bed. You have to check it out.

You and Yoongi were on official autumn holiday for the next two weeks. It was Yoongi’s idea to go somewhere nice. And so you rented out a small cottage somewhere in the deepest countryside. It was located by a lake with a view of the mountains in the distance and only ten steps to the water. The next indicator of human civilisation was a five minute car ride away and even that was just the camp ranger's little hut and he was nowhere to be seen on most days.

You had warm, running water, electricity and even internet. And tranquillity. Truly, the cottage was an introvert’s dream and you and your husband have been enjoying every single second of being here.

"Good morning", you greet him.

He is currently sitting by the kitchen table and is dicing cabbage kimchi. He lifts his head to look at you.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby", you say, running your hand through his soft, unstyled hair, "and you? Have you been awake for long?"

"Just an hour. I let you sleep. I hope you don’t mind, I just thought that maybe you needed the rest after last night."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask in a chuckle.

"You were really drunk."

"I was not drunk, just quirky."

Yoongi chuckles, "if you say so. You did talk my ears off for an hour before literally passing out midsentence."

"That was just because I like talking to you and it makes me sleepy", you say in a chuckle.

"I liked it. It’s nice to fall asleep to your voice."

"Yeah, your voice too."

You lean down and peck his cheek. Yoongi tilts his head so you can reach him better, cheek puffing out in a shy smile.

"Are you making breakfast?" you ask him, now caressing the back of his head.

"Yes, kimchi and eggs", he says, standing up.

Only now you notice the apron he is wearing. Black and made out of cotton. He must be shirtless because the apron is the only fabric sitting on his torso.

“You look so cute”, you tell him.

He ignores you simply because compliments make him shy and he never knows what the appropriate response for them is. So he stays silent most of the time. Sometimes he also gives you a nod of his head and a thumbs up. It is truly endearing and just one of the hundreds and hundreds of things you love about your husband.

You claim one of the empty chairs, sitting down with a relaxed sigh. And while Yoongi moves to the counter to continue cooking, you lose yourself in the book you have been reading the past few days.

It was a really good book about a group of young people finding a magical tea service in an attic. There were owls on them and the most whimsical of things seem to happen because of it.

Yoongi is singing to himself. It is a nonsensical song about frying eggs and having it as your background noise makes reading just that much better.

Soon the chapter comes to an end and so you use the short break to watch your husband. Said husband is currently facing you as behind him the eggs are sizzling.

"Should I help you?"

"Mhm?" he lifts his head, studying your face, "no it's fine, I can manage", he says, turning back to the stove.

Your jaw drops, your eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

Yoongi isn’t just shirtless, he is buttnaked.

"Uhm…honey?"

"Hm?" Yoongi looks over his shoulder, running his eyes over your face, "what's the matter honey? You look shocked. Did the book become scary?"

"Your whole Bum is out", you put special emphasis on bum, waving your arms around wildly.

"Oh that", Yoongi says, looking away. He continues cooking as if it was the most normal thing to do. He stirrs the eggs, adds more oil and then hurries to get some salt, doing so with his butt turned to you the entire time and his hips swaying.

You follow him with your eyes hungrily, almost foaming at the mouth because of him. His butt is so sexy. So round and plumb and big. And now it is here. Just three meters from where you are sitting. Oh, this is riling you up.

Yoongi turns, singing a little melody. He passes you by, getting something which you are pretty sure is just an excuse so he can accidentally drop his kitchen towel as he walks back to the stove. Which he does because he is a tease. He drops it right in front of you.

"Oh, oops", he says, bending down in a way that would really make his butt stick out, "I'm so clumsy, I dropped it", he says, wiggling his hips when he is all the way bent down.

You gulp, fingers itching to dimple his flesh. He is such a cheeky tease.

"What are you doing?" you ask him, gawking hungrily.

"I can't get it, god why is that so hard?" he whines, struggling so much with the towel. He sways his hips, wiggles his butt, "I seriously can’t pick it up, oh no", he almost coos the words.

“Yoongi!” you whine loudly.

Yoongi, finally having managed to pick up the towel, turns just enough that you can see his face but with his bum still on display.

“I finally did it”, he says, pulling a cute face and with it, pushing your final button.

You jump up like a fast cat, grabbing his hips just to twist him around and pull him close.

Yoongi gasps, acting oh so surprised even if he knew exactly that this would happen. You push him, forcing him to walk with an authoritative grip.

Yoongi stumbles, "w-wait, what are you doing?" he asks, gasping as seconds later he gets pressed against the kitchen counter and you press your crotch snug against his'.

"You're such a little tease, do you know that?" you whisper darkly, dimpling his flesh as you massage his hips, "acting like you can’t pick up a piece of fabric when you look like this. We both know that this isn’t what you wanted to do either way."

"I, I don’t know what you're talking about", he acts innocent, fluttering his lashes at you.

"Don't lie to me", you hiss, forcing a shudder to run through him as you thrust your hips into him roughly, "I know how much of a pretty boy you wanna be for me."

"No, I’m just trying to, to cook breakfast", he lies.

"No you’re not. You’re trying to get me to fuck you."

"No, I would never", he says, shaking his head vigorously.

You lift your leg for the sole purpose of forcing it between his thighs and against his naked balls. Skin on skin, he is burning up even if you haven’t started yet.

Yoongi tenses up, eyelids struggling for just a second before falling closed as you begin rubbing your leg back and forth.

"Ah, what are you doing?" he sighs the words, fingers grasping your arms.

"I'm so crazy for you, honeybum", you rasp, forcing his hips to meet the rhythm by guiding their movements.

"Honey, the breakfast", Yoongi moans, arching his back and giving view to his throat as he tilts his head back.

Click. In two movements you have the stove off and the eggs from the heat.

"What breakfast?" you ask him, eyes glinting dangerously.

You grip Yoongi by his waist and twirl him around, forcing him to collide with the counter. You made sure to keep a safe distance between the stove and yourselves, you’re not that crazy yet.

With a strong hand on the back of his neck, you bend him over the counter. His cheek squishes against the cold marble, heels lifting from the floor as he has to get on his tippy toes to be able to reach.

"Honey, what the hell?" he gasps and yet despite his faux surprise, his body speaks the truth. His hips roll against nothing, his skin is covered in goosebumps. This is what he wanted to happen.

"What are you saying, Yoongi?" you ask him, staring at his butt obsessively. You can’t wait to play with it.

"Red", he says, head hazy in excitement.

"And do you want to say it right now?"

"No", Yoongi sticks his butt out, "don’t wanna say it."

"Good. Can I play?" you ask the question you always ask when Yoongi insinuates butt play and you want to make sure he is properly prepared for it.

"Yeah", he wiggles his hips, making his butt jiggle.

"Good. That’s what I expected", you say, "now stay down", you order, pressing him down harshly.

Yoongi obeys gladly, waiting with a racing heart for what you have planned.

You place both your palms on his bared back, running them along his spine down to his arch. Yoongi follows the sensation with shivers and his eyes closed.

Slap.

"A-ah", he gasps, body slamming into the counter and feet struggling to keep their position.

You just connected both of your hands with his ass. Harshly and mercilessly, now massaging the burning away by holding way too much of his plump flesh.

"So goddamn sexy", you murmur, spanking him doubled-handed for a second time.

Yoongi’s eyebrows lift, his lips part in a surprised squeak. The massage which follows is rough and makes the burning a hundred times more intense.

"You know why I have to do this, don’t you?" you say.

"No", Yoongi shakes his head, hoping that his naivety will earn him another spank.

It does. One on each cheek, placed with one hand and with accurate precision.

"Of course you do, don’t lie to me", you answer him, spanking him with both hands. You grip him, parting his buttocks for your hungry eyes and so he can feel the air on his rim.

It clenches in reaction, tensing up even more when you run your finger over it softly. You spank it with a flick of your finger, basking in the delightful moan he lets out.

"You're being such a tease, that’s why", you say, releasing his butt for the sole purpose of gripping his thighs instead.

You part them on your way down to your knees, surprising Yoongi with your lips on his balls.

"Oh god", he chokes out, knees wobbling and feet struggling again. It’s so hard to stay on his tiptoes when your mouth does that.

You care very little about his struggle, sucking on his balls all whilst swirling your tongue right around them.

Yoongi trembles, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched up. His throat rattles in a needy moan, his stomach is tingling.

You release him with a slurp, trailing your licks up to his rim.

The first contact makes his knees buckle.

"Oh god", Yoongi whispers, turning his head so he could hide his face in his arm.

"You taste so good", you moan, "so goddamn good", you add, burying yourself back between his buttocks.

His hole feels so soft under your tongue. So hot too and oh so reactive. It clenches each time you circle your tongue and relaxes when you press the flat of it against it.

Your fingers are dimpling his buttocks, marking them with crescent moon shaped nailmarks and the occasional hickey. You really love kissing his butt. It’s very fun and he is so adorable when you do it. Always gasping and squirming as if he is so embarrassed about it.

"Mhm sugarbutt", you sigh after marking his right buttock with a huge hickey, "you're such a tease, it’s unbelievable", you say, forcing his hips onto your face by tilting them back.

"W-wait", Yoongi gasps, struggling to keep on his tiptoes, "wait, I’m t-too small."

You hear him, but ignore him, tilting his hips even more.

Yoongi slips with one foot, whining adorably. He can’t think straight. You are currently burying your tongue in his hole while he is struggling to stand up. He should make it a priority to find support again, but all he wants to do is arch his back and moan your name.

Yoongi, in his blissed out state, does both. He arches his back while his poor toes work oh so hard to keep him standing. He moans your name and he swears you tongue fuck him even deeper because of it.

He is right. You do fuck him deeper. He is trembling and that shit gets you going. You are aware that he is struggling, but it’s what he deserves after the stunt he pulled. He probably snickered to himself when he thought of the idea. Oh the thought enrages you in the best way possible.

You break away from his hole to gasp for air, using the moment to really get a look at him. So pretty. Wet from your licks and looking soft.

"Did you shave?"

"Yeah", Yoongi croaks.

"Shit babyboy, you really wanted this plan to work didn’t you?"

"You, you talked about p-playing with my butt last night", he confesses something you were not aware you said. Perhaps you were way more drunk than you thought you were.

"And you got riled up because of it?"

"Yeah" he says, tilting his hips.

"Urgh baby, you’re so-", you don’t finish your sentence, pulling him onto your mouth instead.

Yoongi properly struggles. His little toes give up on him, he falls, sitting on your face for just a second.

"Ah! Sorry", he gasps, getting on his toes again, "honey please not so rough", he says while laughing. He is so embarrassed.

You giggle too, gazing up at him.

"You're so tiny", you say, "it's so cute. Gosh, I wanna eat you", you say, biting his left buttocks for emphasis.

"Oh", Yoongi gasps, flinching. He doesn’t quite know if he flinched away or did the exact opposite.

"So cute, so freaking cute", you say, kissing his hole before licking it quickly.

Yoongi moans, dropping his head back on his arm. You are so wet and warm. He is so sensitive.

"So good", you say, holding him open better just so you can trace him with your tongue.

He clenches in reaction, rolling his hips back needily.

"You're so impatient", you say in a chuckle, "stay still."

"But feels so good", Yoongi whines. There was a time where he was deeply embarrassed by the aspect of anal play. Maybe he was even disgusted by it. He isn't anymore these days. Once you pegged him that one night, he knew that he would never want to go back again. He fucking loves when you play with his butt and he hates that it took the two of you so long to figure it.

He gets turned around then, meeting your face now that you are standing again. He looks away instantly, blushing vividly.

That earns him a soft bite to his cheek. The kind which makes him want to lift his shoulder to his ear and then squirm.

"You're so cute", you say in a fond giggle, caressing his waist.

His blush grows, his eyes lower shyly.

"Can you look at me, honeybun?"

Yoongi tries, having to hook his fingers behind your neck for support. You look so sexy right now. With your lips all wet from eating him out and your pupils dilated.

"Good boy", you praise, rewarding him by lodging your knee between his thighs again. You grind it against him, stimulating his balls and sensitive hole.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, his lips parting in a surprised gasp.

"I don't know whether to take you right here and now or drag you back to the bedroom and literally ruin you on top of our sheets."

Yoongi gulps, fluttering his lashes prettily.

"Mhm? Do you know the answer?"

"I, I don't know", he stutters, gasping when you increase the pressure, "I don't know!" he exclaims, "ah I don’t know, please", he whines, squirming on your knee while grasping your shoulders.

"Your answer was wrong, honeybun", you rasp, guiding his frail little hips over your thigh, "you should have said I don’t care, just do whatever you want because I'm nothing more than your cute little plaything."

"I am", Yoongi gasps breathily.

"You are? Then say it."

"I'm your plaything, please just do whatever you want", he croaks, "pleaseee", he whines, tilting his head back because you are grinding his sensitive spot right against your skin and that feels amazing.

“Good job, that wasn’t so hard was it?” you say, releasing the tension on his balls, "jump."

Yoongi follows, jumping on the spot in confusion.

"No, you idi-", you snort ungracefully, "I meant jump into my arms not on the spot."

"Oh", Yoongi blushes vividly, "then say that clearly, I don’t know what you mean by jump", he whines with his signature Yoongi pout on his lips.

"God, you are such a stupid dork, I love you like crazy", you say, stumbling into a kiss mid chuckle. Your teeth collide, but that doesn’t stop you from deepening the kiss until Yoongi is mewling and grasping your shoulders.

You use the opportunity to sling your arms around his legs and finally pick him up.

"Ah", Yoongi moans, fingers tightening on your shoulders and legs wrapping around your waist. This is making his heart race like crazy.

"So tiny, I could carry you for hours", you murmur, stumbling through the kitchen, lost in a kiss and carrying him.

You stop in the living room, pressing him against the wall right next to the bedroom door. It gives your arms a little break and allows you to roll your hips into him as if you were already fucking him.

The kiss breaks. Yoongi lets his head fall against the wall, looking completely fucked. His long hair is all messy, hanging into his eyes. His lips are all puffy and pink from kissing. His cheeks are so incredibly rosy. He is panting heavily, barely keeping his eyes open.

"One day, I’ll fuck you just like that", you rasp, pinning him down with your eyes, "you against a wall while I'm carrying you. I bet you'd look so cute trembling for me."

Yoongi mewls and pulls you back into a kiss. He needs you to talk less and kiss him more. That is all he can handle right now.

Your stumbling continues. The bedroom door opens after some struggle and you almost dropping Yoongi.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" you mumble into his kiss

"M'okay", Yoongi answers you.

You leave the door open, hurrying to the bed in big steps.

You drop him gently, climbing on top of him instantly. The kiss continues, deepening the moment Yoongi places his big hands on your butt. Because of your tiny shorts and the position, the legs have slipped up far enough that Yoongi has perfect access to all of your exposed butt. And he uses that privilege not only to grope you like a madman but also to rile you up in the process.

Because Yoongi has a special technique of groping. One that involves his long fingers brushing over your pussy and clit every now and then. This morning was no different. He is kissing you hungrily, groping your butt and every now and then you feel the electric tingle of his fingers brushing over your clit.

You break the kiss, pinning down his head with your fingers on his cheeks.

"I'm so horny", you say, "it's crazy."

"Me too", he answers you, running his hands up and down your thighs.

"I could seriously ruin you. If you weren’t so cute, I'd do it", you say as you run the back of your hand down his face. Your words were a lie. Well, partially because Yoongi is always cute to you. But right now he looks way hotter than cute. That long hair of his' is going to be the death of you one day. All messy on his face and sprawled out on the sheets. He looks so sexy.

"Just do it, please", he whispers.

"Mhm", you rest your hand on his throat without applying pressure.

Yoongi gulps.

"Maybe, I’ll actually do it", you say, giving him one squeeze for good measure and then you run your hands down his body as you climb off the bed.

Yoongi props himself up on his elbows, watching you with curious eyes.

"The inner bag, wasn’t it?" you ask him, squatting down in front of his suitcase.

"Yeah, it’s in there", he answers you.

"I honestly love our horny butts for packing all the stuff", you say, snatching all the toys you need and a bottle of lube.

"Yeah me too. They came in really handy till now."

"Definitely", you agree with a smirk.

You brought quite a few toys on the trip, wanting to make good use of the cabin and your privacy. You packed your favourite vibrator, Yoongi’s favourite travel fleshlight and a few butt toys in case you were feeling extra frisky. The vibrator and fleshlight already fulfilled their purpose more than once and this morning you can finally use the strap-on. Perfect packing, one must say.

You secure the harness around your hips, making sure the small dildo is strapped in accordingly, before walking back to bed.

"You look so sexy", Yoongi says, eyeing the toy with needy eyes. Pyjama still on, face glowing in desire and lips all puffy from kissing. Yoongi loves the view so much.

"Thank you", you say, placing yourself between his legs. You touch his thighs, running your hands up and down slowly.

Yoongi sighs, parting his legs to make it so much easier for you to reach him.

"What do you need for preparation?" you ask him.

“I don’t know, I could honestly take it just like that”, he says, making you chuckle.

“You know that this would hurt you, love”, you say, caressing his inner thighs.

“Yeah I know”, he pouts.

You snicker, “so whatcha need?” you ask.

Yoongi blushes, lowering his eyes shyly, “can you eat me out again?” he whispers, “a-and maybe finger me a little?”

“Of course, babyboy”, you say, falling to your knees. You tug his hips to the edge of the bed, welcoming his needy hole with a deep moan.

Yoongi tenses up and relaxes in a shudder. He lets himself fall into the sheets, propping his feet up on the bed so he can part his legs even further. Your tongue runs up and down his hole, your fingers massage his thighs. Yoongi tingles like crazy, feeling short of breath. You’re so good in what you are doing. So goddamn good.

“So yummy”, you mumble, “love that ass so much, babyboy”, you add, flicking your tongue over it in needy hunger.

“Don’t stop”, he sighs, reaching between his legs to hold your head. He fails because you’re too far away and so you end up intertwining your fingers with him, holding his hand oh so safely. Yoongi mewls, chasing you with a roll of his hips.

“Hold onto me baby, hold on so tight”, you whisper, knowing that this scrambles his horny little brain and makes his heart race.

Yoongi squeezes your hand, moaning your name. His voice is drenched in pleasure. It makes you smile really, just how good you get him with something as simple as holding his hand. He is such a sucker for it. It’s so adorable. You caress his knuckles and moan happily, burying your tongue in his hole carefully.

“Ah”, his breath hitches loudly, he pulsates around your wet tongue. The stretch is so gentle and nice. It’s all that matters to him right now. That and holding your hand of course.

“Mhhm”, you purr, sending shivers through his body. You bury yourself deeper, using your head to fuck it in and out of him.

“Oh god, slow”, he begs.

“Mhm?”

“Slow please.”

You pull out of him, grinding the flat of your tongue against him. Yoongi sighs in relief, hips squirming on the sheets. The pressure on your hand stops too as he is relaxing again. It’s adorable how close you can get him just with a simple tongue fuck. He must be so sensitive this morning, because normally it takes a lot more to get Yoongi to beg for a break.

“That’s so nice”, he whispers, running his thumb over your knuckle.

“Yeah it is”, you agree, kissing him on his inner thigh for good measure and also to give him a little break, “you taste so good”, you say, marking his skin.

Yoongi sighs, feeling goosebumps cover his skin. He tingles when you mark his other thigh as well, swearing to himself that he’ll tattoo the marks to never ever forget today. He is so warm and fuzzy inside while feeling charged in desire. It’s the best mixture ever.

“Honey?” he whispers.

“Yes, honey?” you answer him equally as quietly, trailing kisses up and down his inner thigh.

“Can you put two fingers in me?”

He feels you smile against his skin, feeling his stomach tingle because of it. You’re so sexy when you do that.

“Of course, babyboy”, you say, lifting your head and letting go of his hand even if he whines about that. But you have to. You have to cover your fingers in some lube and that only works with two free hands. You spread the access lube on his hole and thankfully reach for his hand again.

Your eyes lock. Yoongi smiles, you retort it. He wants to say how happy he is that you are holding his hand again and you want to tell him that you are so happy to hold his hand again.

You connect your fingers with his hole, massaging it gently. Yoongi’s chest shudders as he exhales shakily, his brows furrow just slightly. He gives your hand a little squeeze, looking so excited for what you are about to do.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah ready”, he whispers, dropping his head back in the sheets and spreading his legs. He even closes his eyes, wanting to fall into the sensation without any kind of distraction.

You push carefully, gasping even louder than him when you slip in without resistance. You didn’t expect that as you normally always start off with one finger. So you had expected him to struggle a little with two, but he didn’t and now you are soaked.

“Fuck”, Yoongi sighs above you, arching his back. He knew that he could take them. It’s all he's been thinking about ever since you very drunkenly described to him how you "would fuck his bum until he can’t think anymore" in the most detailed of way. He must confess, he thought about it so much that while he was getting ready, he ended up fingering himself in the shower and he managed to get himself to the point where pulling out ached. He really wanted to make himself cum back then, but held back because he knew you would be so much better at it.

“You just took them so easily, what the hell”, you say, watching with widened eyes as you can easily bury yourself in him to your knuckles.

“Move”, he croaks.

“Yeah, uh, yeah. Damn”, you begin moving your fingers slowly, keeping them just a little curled to grace against his prostate, “I’m shocked at how easily you took me, seriously.”

“I’m horny”, he says, hips squirming happily and tummy tensing each time he feels the faint touch against his prostate. You are just about gracing it, but Yoongi doesn’t want to correct you because he knows that if you truly touched it, he would orgasm instantly. He likes that little teaser of what you could do if only he said the words. It feels so nice to be kept on edge.

“I can see that now”, you laugh, “you’re such a horny man, I’m loving it”, you tease, lowering your tongue to his hole. You trace it with the tip of your tongue, moaning deliciously.

“Okay fuck”, Yoongi squeezes your hand tightly, thighs twitching involuntarily, “urgh fuck, oh o-oh god.”

He tastes sweet because of the lube, feels so nicely stretched. You move your fingers inside him, enjoying the sensation with your tongue pressed against his stuffed hole. It moves around your fingers, feeling so hot and soft.

Yoongi tugs at your hand, releasing a shuddering breath. He clenches around your digits, spills precum all over his hard cock.

“Please”, he begs.

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me.”

You smile against him and Yoongi swears he is going to swoon because of it. You are so cocky. It’s so hot to him.

“Yeah?” your breath swirls against his skin as you talk. Your fingers continue fucking his hole slowly.

“Please. Imma cum otherwise”, he says. Yes, this is him paying the price for fingering himself in the shower. He is way too sensitive, way too quickly. Oh damn you consequences of his own actions. Yoongi arches his back and moans as his body flinches in sensitivity. Damn them indeed.

“I see. God, you’re so sensitive”, you tease, placing one kiss on his hole for good measure and then you stand up. Like this your fingers are angled differently, giving him such a new stretch that Yoongi gasps repeatedly, staring at you with big, pleading eyes. You need to stop or else he’ll cum. He whimpers, pouting at you in hopes that you will understand his desperation.

You roll your wrist, enjoying how he convulses around your digits. You know what he wants to tell you, but you don’t care. He’s so adorable when you edge him. You purr, bending over him just to get closer. Like this your strap is rubbing against his cock and his hole is getting stretched oh so much.

“Please. I mean it”, he begs, voice raspy and oh so shaky. He can’t bear it any longer. You are so hot when you are smirking down at him. He feels so tiny and fragile when you do. And that makes him want to crumble into a million pieces.

“You’re such a delight”, you say, eyes spilling over in fondness. You curl your fingers just to tease, eliciting a deep moan from him and for his body to tense up.

“Please”, he suddenly squeaks out, scrunching his nose up in synch with squeezing his eyes shut. His thighs cage you in, hips trying to flee.

You giggle, escaping his tight hold by straightening up. You lean down to kiss his knee, “cute.”

"Please. I. C-cum", he croaks, squeezing his thighs together desperately.

And that’s when you slip your fingers out of him, making him groan and arch his back. You hold his trembling thighs open, watching in delight as he clenches around nothing, cock leaking like crazy.

“You’re cruel”, he croaks, grabbing the sheets with his shaky fingers. It hurts. He was so ready to cum. Yoongi could cry. He was so, so ready.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask in a chuckle. You sneak a glance down at his throbbing cock. It leaks all over itself and his pubes, “awww I’m sorry, did I just edge you?” you ask in faux surprise.

“Yeah”, he whines, pouting terribly hard.

You giggle, grabbing his hips to massage them.

“I did it for you, you know?”

“For me?”

“Yeah, because you whined about it. I thought you didn’t wanna cum.”

“Yeah well”, he pouts, “now I did”, he murmurs cutely, cracking you up.

You scrunch your nose up, squeezing his hips, “it’s always the same with you.”

He huffs out air, looking oh so cute as he tries to frown at you.

You chuckle, kissing his other knee before taking a step back. You wrap your hand around your strap, calling his attention to it.

He gulps, parting his legs more. He totally forgot about the pegging. Holy fuck, he can barely breathe. He is so excited!

“How do you want it?”, you ask him, “like this or another way?”

“No, another way.”

"Okay, show me.”

Yoongi gets into position. He rolls to his side, shimmying his hips to the edge of the bed. Then he pulls his legs closer to his chest, making it easier for you to reach his butt.

“Like this”, he says, lifting his left leg so his hole is more exposed.

“That's so hot. You’re seriously so sexy”, you say, placing your hand on his hip as you lube up your cock.

You connect it with his hole once done, rubbing it up and down teasingly.

“I can’t wait to fuck that ass, babyboy”, you rasp.

Yoongi sticks his butt out more, chasing your cock needily, “do it.”

“Take a breath for me honey, I’m slipping in”, you say, pressing against his hole.

Yoongi sucks in air, exhaling it in a groan when you breach him. He wants to cry. This feels so good. Holy fuck, he’s so sensitive, this is riling him up so much.

“In. How are you doing?” you ask him, gliding into him more and more. You can do it so easily. It makes you dripping wet. Yoongi is taking you so well.

“Keep going”, he whispers, eyes closed and lips parting afterwards. He groans quietly, looking oh so lost in pleasure.

“You're so hot”, you rasp, allowing your length to bottom out. You let it sit inside him for two seconds and then you begin moving. You rock your hips back and forth slowly and carefully, caressing his skin the entire time. You are holding his leg for him, making sure he stays nice and open for you. It’s just comfortably heavy in your hand, letting you know that Yoongi is putting his entire trust in you not to drop it. You won’t. He can trust you.

“Oh god”, Yoongi chokes out, furrowing his brows. He is curling his toes, hips squirming desperately.

“Too much?” you ask, trying to slow down.

“Don't!” he lifts his head, looking at you with pleading eyes, “don’t slow down please.”

“Okay, okay”, you give him a smile, “like that?”

You give him smooth rolls of your hips, circling them a little each time you are deep inside him.

“Yeah”, he sighs, dropping his head back in the sheets. He closes his eyes and begins letting out little groans again. Good. That means he is enjoying himself.

And so are you. Not only because of the little nub on your harness grinding against your clit, but mostly because he's taking your cock so well. Bubble butt on full display, leg in your hands and pretty hole stretching around the toy. Yoongi’s made for sex like that.

"You're so handsome, my babyboy. So, so handsome", you talk softly, rewarding him with continuous rolls of your hips, "the position suits you so well."

"Hnhgnm", Yoongi lets out. It’s the only thing he can do. Make noises and take the fuck. He can’t do anything else. It feels so good.

"I love the noises you make, honey", you praise, "your voice's so sexy, love hearing it like that."

Yoongi squirms because of the continuous praise, opening his leg more before pulling it closer to his chest. It lodges your cock deeper into him, forcing it to grind right against his prostate.

"___", he gasps, tensing up. He reaches behind himself, gripping your wrist. His fingers are clammy and strong. He stutters your name, looking over his shoulder with widened, glassy eyes, "___."

Found it.

His reaction is a telltale sign that you just hit the jackpot.

"Right there, mhm?" you taunt, grinding your cock against his prostate each time you bury yourself in his hole. In theory, you wouldn’t have to ask him. You know that you’re hitting him right where it feels the best. His shaking body and little gasps speak for themselves. You still like to hear it. The surge of pleasure it gives you feels like nothing else.

"Yeah", he croaks, squeezing your wrist. He drops his head again, leg bending more, "holy shit."

The muscle in his butt is twitching each time you hit his p-spot. You know that it is an involuntary reaction. Your thighs get like that too when he fucks you especially good. Shaking and twitching and trembling like crazy because in this moment nothing compares to the way you fuck.

You caress his twitching buttock, tugging on it to reveal more of his hole to you. Yoongi is holding up his leg like a good boy for now, even if that makes him shake.

Yoongi mewls, tilting his head back which results in his lips parting widely. You are exposing him so much and in the process, his rim becomes so sensitive around your strap. He feels his thighs twitch as a result, having no control over it.

"That's it, keep making those sounds babyboy. You’re such a good boy", you encourage him, drinking in his pretty hole getting fucked so good.

All soft from being so stretched, all wet from lube and all pink inside each time you pull out. You’re so obsessed, soaking your shorts in desperate arousal. Fuck, all that grinding against your clit is making it a little difficult to move. But you have to keep going. You want him to cum like he's never cum before.

"You're taking me so well, babyboy. Your bum's looking so sexy all plugged and stuffed by me", you rasp, making him mewl, "do you like how I fuck you, honey?"

He nods his head vigorously, curling his toes.

"Yeah?"

"So deep", he moans, dropping his fingers from your wrist to instead grab a bundle of the sheets. His long fingers twist it desperately, forcing his veins to bulge. The view is breathtaking, really.

"I know, I’m so deep. You’re taking me so well. You look so pretty like that", you say, pulling out to cover your cock with more lube. You slip back inside, using your finger to spread it on his rim. With the new lubrication, you can go just a little faster. Not much, because you’re loving the slow movements so much right now. But just faster enough to make Yoongi’s breath hitch in his throat.

"I love that. I fucking love that", he croaks, nodding his head. There it is. The distinct nod he does when he is enjoying the sex a hundred and ten.

"Yeah? I love it too, honey. My clit's so sensitive", you tell him, hips fucking him oh so well.

"That's hot. Oh god, honey", he sticks his butt out more, "___ honey, my love."

"You're so cute", you gush, caressing his hip, "I love you too, you know?"

Yoongi whimpers and nods his head. His toes are curling each time you’re deep inside. He feels so hot and his ass is so sensitive. He can barely take it. You are such a natural in moving your hips. Granted, Yoongi already figured out as much whenever you rode him, but damn. You are on a different level when you’re the one fucking him. Maybe it’s because he is so into it, but Yoongi swears that his body turns into puddy each time you’re giving it to him.

"You're starting to tighten. Does it hurt? Do you need more lube? Or relax your leg?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "close", he gets out, gasping for air afterwards.

"Really? Already?"

"Don't mock me", he whines, writhing beneath you.

You chuckle, "don’t tell me you get off on it", you taunt, knowing very well that he does. He loves being teased for being so sensitive and horny. It makes him feel so good because it reassures him that you are aware of just how whipped he is for you.

"Shut up", he pouts, sending you a look only to squeeze his eyes shut again and moan loudly.

"You're so cute", you gush, lowering yourself just to kiss a trail up his arm. Yoongi drops his leg, pressing it against his chest. Your cock feels so good like that, your kisses make him tingle like crazy.

You have to get on your tiptoes to reach his shoulder, but it is so worth it.

"My handsome", you whisper between kisses, "my sensitive little babyboy."

He’s got a scar on his shoulder from the surgery he had a few years ago. You have been with him through it all. The painful days, the unbearable days, the better days, his surgery and all those long days of recovery and training. And you are so incredibly proud of how far he has come. He is such a fighter. You kiss his scar and kiss it again. You love him so much for always being so brave and hardworking.

Your hips chase him. It feels different now that his leg is resting. He is tighter, resulting in the room filling with the wet sounds of you fucking him open. You fuck him slower than before. Slow but deep. Yoongi loves it a lot. He loves the kisses on his shoulder, the warmth of your body atop of him and your skilled movements. He is so dizzy.

"You're gonna make me cum", he confesses in a trembling whisper. He twists more of the sheets, feeling breathless.

"Yeah?" you lift your head, gazing at him with sparkly eyes. He is so handsome. His cheeks are glowing and his pretty eyes are closed, "is my handsome close?"

"Yeah, really close", he says, groaning softly as he feels his tummy tense in preparation. The warmth against his prostate becomes hotter and hotter, your cock feels bigger and bigger because of his needy clenching.

"That's so good", you whisper, leaning down to continue kissing him, "I've got you, babyboy. Your love's got you."

Yoongi orgasms. Not only because of how amazing the fuck feels, but also because of how you make him feel. Taken care of, cherished and loved, important. You pushed him over the edge because he felt so incredibly happy and just couldn’t take it anymore.

He moans your name repeatedly, shaking underneath you while his fingers reach for you to hold hands. You give it to him happily, helping him ride out his high with deep, long strokes.

"Keep going, don’t stop", he begs, squirming uncontrollably. He is squeezing your hand, soiling the apron with his cum and covering the sheets with it as well. This is the best orgasm he ever had. Granted, he says that about every orgasm you give him. But this one is it. The best one. Yoongi feels it everywhere, hoping that it will never stop.

"Fuck. Yoongi. Baby. You’re making me cum", you confess and then all the friction gets too much, "Yoongi", you squeak, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you tremble out of control.

"That's so hot, oh that’s so hot", he chants, helping you ride out your high by fucking his hips back and therefore making the harness grind against your throbbing clit.

"Yoongi baby, oh baby", you squeak out, holding him close.

"Honey, my honey", he moans, enjoying the sensations with a fluttering heart.

You fucking love cumming with him. It's the best thing in the world.

"Damn", you whisper once your highs died down. You are gasping for air, as does Yoongi.

"Agreed", he whispers, "it's so hot that you can cum like that."

"Yeah", you laugh breathily, "it's pretty freaking hot. It feels really good."

"I'm so happy. You just made me feel so good too", he says and pulls your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

"I'm glad I did", you say and with a sigh, you lift yourself, working carefully to pull out, "are you in pain?" you make sure.

"No, keep going."

"Okay, almost done. And there we go. All done", you say, kissing his upper arm, "good job, my baby. You did so well."

"The lube is dripping out of me", he whispers.

"Yeah? Do you want a tissue?"

"Yes please."

"One moment."

You hurry to fetch it, handing it to him so he can press it against his hole. You take off the strap in the meantime, climbing onto bed behind him afterwards. You place your right arm around him, keeping yourself propped up on your elbow so you can lean down and litter his neck with loving kisses.

Yoongi sighs, drawing closer to you as his lips part in relaxed bliss.

"I love you so much", you whisper.

"I love you too", he breathes, turning his head to gaze up at you.

You smile. He retorts it. A loving kiss follows. The kind which makes both your hearts race. It breaks because you wanted to keep gazing at each other.

"You made me ruin the apron", he whispers.

"I made- hah", you let out a loud offended laugh, "you sneaky little liar. You were the one who put it on to seduce me. Don’t put this on me", you say, pinching his side to tickle him.

Yoongi giggles and writhes, eyes beginning to sparkle like crazy.

"Sorry", he whispers.

"Mhm", your hand stops tickling him, resting on his waist protectively, "you're so cute."

"You're so beautiful", he answers you.

You scrunch your nose up, Yoongi does the same.

"Do you think the eggs are yucky by now?" you ask him.

"You're getting hungry, aren’t you?"

"Yeah", you say and chuckle.

Yoongi smiles, "that’s so typical you", he teases then begins to sit up, "I'll clean up and then continue."

"Oh no, no. No", you press him back into the sheets, "sugarbutt no. Oh dear honey", you cup his cheeks, "you relax as long as you want to. Momma's gonna take care of it."

"I know you’re just joking, but that was really hot", he whispers, gulping afterwards.

You giggle, smooching his pink cheek, "you're so cute. Relax love, I’ll make the best breakfast ever", you say, gazing at him with sparkly eyes.

"Okay", Yoongi whispers, feeling like puddy in your hands. He married the best woman ever.

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