#NOOOO THEY REMOVED SHAKE IT SHAKE IT

[ham1lton]

superstar.

pairings: oscar piastri x uni student!reader.

faceclaim: _jannah on ig!

summary: lando knows oscar is hiding something from him. he attempts to go on the hunt but unbeknownst to him, the truth is an open secret. he’s dating you, the incredibly smart, talented child prodigy.

— part five of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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yourusername: travelling is cool and all but i miss coming back to pepper. show jumping is my one true love. <3

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friend1: babe omg where did you go?

->yourusername: internship in new york! very blessed and the pizzas were incredible.

user56: where is ur bf? miss his comments on ur vlogs.

-> yourusername: he’s working!! hopefully he can rejoin us again soon <3

user1: she’s living the life.

-> user7: being pretty, smart and athletic? that could have been me if bed rotting wasn’t so addictive.

-> user9: me if my mama didn’t perm my hair 😒

user2: oscar… babe 🤨 why are u in her likes…

-> user5: she has good study tips! maybe he’s into that content?

-> user2: girl i think he wanna do a different kind of studying w/ her if u get my drift…..

-> user5: ?? virtual or in person i’m confused…

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yourusername: my two weeks off have been very productive as you can see.

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yourbffname: omg is that *****

-> yourusername: you don’t have to censor him 😭

-> yourbffname: i don’t like typing men’s names. i’m allergic.

friend1: you look so pretty!!

user2: TWO WEEKS NO Y/N VLOG…. SHAKING FROM WITHDRAWAL…

-> yourusername: i’m coming back next week! <3

oscarpiastri: are you single?

-> yourusername: no.

-> oscarpiastri: damn.. i hope he dies.

-> yourusername: WHAT?!!

user7: not oscar flirting with y/n when she has a bf?

-> user27: he’s a homewrecker ew :/

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yourusername: date night <3

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user12: not oscar third wheeling? 😭

-> oscarpiastri: use ur critical thinking skills. thanks. 👍🏻

user3: MORE BF VLOGS? 😁

-> yourusername: he said yes 😍‼️

user6: being a gorgeous show jumping debate president who studies at a top ten university on a full scholarship with a hot formula one driver bf? i’m so jealous!!

-> user9: real 😩 living vicariously through her

user90: oscarpiastri have you met pepper the horse yet?

-> oscarpiastri: i have. she loves me.

-> yourusername: only because you bribe her with apples and she loves apples. he classically conditioned her.

logansargeant: NOOOO THE SECRET IS OUT…. lando was going to get me a car next….

landonorris: if i buy you a car yourusername will you tell me all of oscar’s embarrassing stories?

-> yourusername: i am very loyal. i will not sell out so easily…

-> yourusername: but… just for curiosity’s sake. what car?

-> oscarpiastri: NO 😟😰

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[i6eyes]

2:05 am. gojo satoru

"what a mess," you sigh, shaking your head in bemused affection as you take in satoru's disheveled state. his body is sprawled across yours; his head finding a comfortable resting place against the softness of your stomach, while his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though afraid you might disappear.

"yur sho pretty babe," he mumbles, the words slurred but filled with a child-like sincerity. his voice is a low rumble against your skin, sending a warm tingle down your spine. and although the baby blues of his eyes are slightly glazed over from the alcohol, they still hold a look of pure adoration as they meet yours. "sho gorgshus."

"thank you baby," you giggle, unable to scold him for drooling on your shirt like a child. normally, you would say something, but you decide to save it for when he's sober. "you're wetting my shirt, though."

"oh noooo!" his eyes widening in mock horror as he quickly springs up from his comfortable perch on your tummy. the throbbing headache that had led him to collapse on top of you is momentarily forgotten, his focus now solely on rectifying the situation.

"let's take it off then!" he ushers with an eager enthusiasm, his charming boyish grin spreading across his face like a radiant sunrise. he lifts the hem of your shirt in a hurry, as if the mere thought of undressing you is a thrilling adventure, a shared secret between the two of you.

despite your best efforts, the allure of a man in the throes of love, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol, is a force that cannot be easily ignored. it wraps around you like a warm embrace, pulling you closer and blurring the lines between reason and desire. within seconds, you find yourself beneath him, breathless from the fits of giggles he's elicited while removing your shirt.

"looking reaaal nice baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the spot beneath your ear and down to your neck. "claire and clementine."

who in god's name is claire and clementine?

confused, you use the hand that was previously caressing his hair to gently tug his head up, only to find his eyes fixated on your chest.

"claire and clemen— oh my god. satoru!"

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#1000 WOOOOOOO!

It's Spa sleep-over night the first pact Quad+Mc!

Mc*With a nose pore remover and eye masks under your eyes seeing the time is up*-You can remove the one from your nose

Mam*Has the same thing you have with a fluffy headband*But we have the one from the eyebags ontop?

Mc*Already about to peal the pore remover BUT as you were talking and peeled a bit you whined in pain* -Doesnt matter just remove the n-AAH!

Mam*Looks at you with a glare and now regretting ever putting this on*...wait-ITS GONNA HURT!?-THATS SOMETHING YOU WARN ABOUT!?!HUMAN!?

Beel*Eating the cucumber slices plate, also with nose pore remover and cucumbers on his eyes*Are you kidding me mc?...dang it...

Both you and Asmo cackle seeing Mammon, Levi & Beel afraid of what to do till-

Mam*Is peeling it and yips in pain*AAH!....AAAH!.....AAAAAaaaAAAAh!-

Levi*Looking at his older brother who is peeling it, worried ignoring both you and Asmo wheezing in the back at Mammon's pain*...does it really hurt that bad?...

Mam*OOZING with sarcasm as he still rips it*NOOOO~JUST A LIL BIT~...AH!?-oh shit...I feel a big one got pulled...*Actually, a bit impressed but still screams* -aaah!?-diavolo...ah!?

Levi*Shaking his head and points are nose pore remover*Nah guys this shit is staying...his name is Henry the 3rd and he is my new best friend-

Beel*Is carefully peeling it but... decides to go for it like a demon and rip it one go...regrets it and starts to cry with a squeaky voice*...o-ow...

Mc & Asmo:

Mc*Is on the floor on your knees hitting your fist on the floor* -IMMA PEE MYSELF!? DAMN, IT!?

[banj0possum]

Hello, I'm the person who requested the yandere orc and I just wanted to say I loved it! At the end of that request I said I would ask for minotaur if you didn't do orc. But I still want to request yandere minotaur because I am a big fan of how you write yandere stuff. So can you please write yandere minotaur x reader.

(I would like it if the minotaur was just a hunk of muscle that no one would dare mess with, but becomes putty for reader. If you have another idea, use it!)

Flowers For My Cleric

Yandere! Minotaur x GN Reader

Edit!! Nsfw content removed! Replaced with some extra fluff!!

🌾 Ashvan was a part of a clan of warriors, ones that are feared and respected for their strength and brutality throughout the land.

🌾 He's seen fighters of all kinds from the biggest orcs and golitaths to the smallest goblins and kobalts. He's seen almost everything and everyone on the battlefield.

🌾 But nothing prepared him for you.

🌾 You looked so small and soft compared to everyone else. So out of place from the rough and tough warriors with bodies decorated in scars and tattoos.

🌾 It was during a welcoming feast that he first met you. You were the newest member of the clan and everyone welcomed you warmly.

🌾 He asked one of his close friends what your deal was and he learned that you were supposed to be their healer.

🌾 Vibrant music played in the tavern, but all he could see and hear was you and your adorable little laugh.

🌾 Your smile shined like the sun and your movements were so graceful and soft.

🌾 You went around meeting everyone, occasionally healing a fresh wound or two until he came face to face with you in all your glory.

🌾 "H-hi.."

🌾 "Hi!.."

🌾 He's almost crumbling at the sight of you. It's the first time he's ever been nervous.

🌾 Never before has he felt such a feeling, not even when he was facing the deadliest foes. How is a big and tough minotaur like himself shaking at the feet of such a gentle creature?

🌾 You start to laugh awkwardly the more he just kept staring at you. You pat his arm comfortingly before moving on to greet the rest of the clan.

🌾 It felt as if he was touched with the finest silk!

🌾 You'd run into him quite often while in the clan. You'd see him laughing with his friends with confidence and pride in his walk, but the moment you say hello, he'd be reduced to a stuttering babbling mess trying to say hi back. His friends would have to bring him away from you so he won't embarrass himself further.

🌾 "O-oh! Hello cleric! W-we were just uh..going to spar, you can join us if you want..b-but you don't have to! I mean you're probably busy but I would love to have you there..n-not to spar though! I mean you can..but you can watch..I-I'm not calling you weak or anything! You probably can take care of yourself pretty well, b-but if you ever need anyone to protect you, you know..o-only if you want to-"

🌾 He follows you around sometimes, pretending to be doing something else like carrying around some supplies or sharpening his weapon. When you turn away, he would have a lovesick smile on his face.

🌾 If you catch him staring, he'd panic and try to hide behind a barrel or crate, doesn't really help that he's a large minotaur. You'd giggle at the sight of a tall and fearsome creature hiding from you as best as he could with his tail and horns peeking through the crate.

🌾 "M-me? Hiding? Noooo! I-I don't need to hide! I-I'm a warrior!..heheh.."

🌾 His friends would try to help him out, telling him advice that may or may not work. I don't think gifting your crush the head of your enemies is pretty romantic though...

🌾 You would be fixing up your medical supplies when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and Ashvan would be towering above you, shakily offering you a small, sort of roughed up bouquet of wild flowers in his large cloven hand.

🌾 Some of the stems look a bit bent and most of their petals have fallen off, but it's cute either way.

🌾 "C-Cleric! I uhm...found these uhm..flowers and uh..thought of you!..Well they're small and cute..n-not saying you're small! I-I mean you are because I'm bigger and stuff and uhm...j-just take them.."

🌾 You giggle and thank him, taking the flowers from him. He huffs out from his snout as your hands touch. As you take the flowers from him, he grunts, nodding as he awkwardly walks away.

🌾 As soon as he's out of sight, he's giggling like a little schoolgirl at the thought of you liking his gift, he's going off to get more flowers for you if you don't mind.

🌾 He might confuse normal plants he finds cute as flowers, so you now have a vase full of yellow wheat he got from a field one day.

🌾 The first time he was sent to be healed by you was like being in heaven. He watched you closely as you gently healed the gash on his chest as if it was a seam on a fabric.

🌾 He took the time to study your face, how you stuck your tongue out or pursed your lips when you concentrate, or the way you ghost your delicate fingers over his rough skin, it took a lot not to swoon as you touched his chest.

🌾 "You're uhm...very good with your hands! hahah.."

🌾 Yes he steals your clothes, and its ok because you have more anyway that he'll also eventually steal...

🌾 He would get hurt on purpose to see you again and be touched by you, going to bed that night and fantasizing about you coddling and cooing over him. Hey! Even a big burly minotaur wants to be treated right!!

🌾 But for now, he's just a shy and nervous bull man who adores you from far away <3

[enhaloves]

When you remove their arms from hugging you

Genre: Fluff

pairing: bf!Hyung Line x reader

A/N: it has been a looong time since i've written my last headcanon

Requests are open!!! request here

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HEESEUNG

he'd stare at you for a long time

"what's wrong?" with his bambi eyes. "what do you mean hee?"

you were doing your homework so you didn't even notice you swatted his hands away. he shrugs and walks away from you.

you're left there sitting and you're like ?????

you eventually follow him to the room and see him sitting on the bed, arms crossed and staring blankly at the floor.

"hee? what are you doing?"

"i'm sorry." he says standing up and grabbing both your hands. he gives each a peck.

"what are you sorry for? what's happening?" you're honestly very confused.

"i don't know, but whatever it is that made you upset, i'm sorry." he says. you're still so confused making you tilt your head.

"what do you mean upset? i'm not upset"

"i was about to hug you earlier but you swatted my arms away."

UGH ADORBS ISTG

you laugh and hug him very tightly

"noooo. i don't know why i did that hee, i'm sorry. i loooove your hugs." he hugs you back and kisses your temple.

"i love you."

JAY

school was being a bitch on your supposed to be date day with your boyfriend. you were supposed to go out and be romantic but your prof suddenly posted your early finals since he had to leave for a few weeks.

you were seriously in a bad mood and stressed out since it was a final test.

your bf on the other hand witnessed your tantrums constantly just eyeing your every move. he slowly approaches you deciding to give you some comfort and support by giving you a sweet wrap but finishes disappointed when you swat his arms away before it could even touch you.

ofc the understanding person that he is, backs away from you and gives you time. "i'll be in the living room y/n"

it takes you a couple of minutes to realize what you have done and you quickly go to him.

you stand in front of him who is seated, watching the tv. he looks at you confused.

you feel guilty rejecting his affection earlier so you pay what you owe.

you sit on his lap giving him multiple kisses everywhere on his face, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly giving him a tight hug.

he quickly understands what you're doing so he hugs you back. "it's okay y/n. i'll be here."

JAKE

one word. pouty

you were baking cookies for thanksgiving and of course your guy just had to hug you from behind. it was fine until you couldn't move properly from the fella clinging unto you. you remove his arms from your waist and continued to do your work.

"why'd you do that?"

you turn around to face him and awwwww HE POUTS LIKE CRAZY

you almost jump on him, swaying him around with a hug.

"i'm sorry love, i couldn't move around." you said pulling away from the hug. when you looked at his face, the pout was still there.

"not good?" you ask him, fixing the hair blocking his eyes. he shakes his head and crosses his arms.

you sigh and remove your apron. HE'S SUCH A SULKY BABY.

you grab his arms and lead him to the sofa. he giggles on the way to the sofa, knowing what's about to happen. "yay" he celebrates quietly.

"you're such a babygirl" you say wrapping your legs around him.

he cuddles deep into you and giggles once more.

SUNGHOON

having a relationship with sunghoon means getting teased every single time you do something. don't get me wrong, he loves you but what he loves most about you is your reaction whenever he teases you.

"you like my hair down? you're such a softie." he says, nudging you.

you roll your eyes crossing your arms. "i take it back, it looks bad."

he chuckles before pulling your arms. "oh c'mon, don't get upset. just admit it, you're soft for me." he tries to uncross your arms, pulling you in for a hug but you pull your arms away from his grip aggressively, letting out a scoff, crossing your arms once more.

he tries to hug your side but you nudge your shoulders refraining him from doing so.

it suddenly gets quiet so you look at him wondering why he stopped chirping. you see him staring at you, brows furrowed with a slight pout on his lips.

his hands slowly slides up and down on your arm still looking at you. "are you mad?" he carefully asks.

you don't answer and just continued looking at him, curious on where this leads to.

he attempts to hug you once more very slowly, afraid you'll reject it again. but you stay still letting him do whatever he wants.

he places his chin on your shoulder rubbing your back gently. "i love you."

"who's the softie now?"

[meeludrawz]

New Rehab program

Shigaraki x Reader

~ You're the very last therapist that the law has sent to "help" Shigaraki Tomura. All Might is the one who recommended you but the thing is, you have to be roommates with the villain ~

Warnings: You have anxiety and skin picking problems (Not mentioned in this text but will be in next parts)

"Young Shimura is in his bedroom, forgive him but I do not think that he will come to meet you."

You simply nodded at the blonde 7ft tall man. Even though he wasn't in his "buff form", he looked huge nonetheless. "I understand, I'm like, what, the 10th therapist he's seeing in the span of 2 months?"

All Might offered a little smile as an apology. "Yes, but I believe it will work this time. I have faith"

You showed a weak smile, that was totally not stressful at all. The former Symbol of Peace was trusting the rehabilitation of the biggest villain of Japan into your hands. Yeah, noooo pressure.

In front of the apartment where Shigaraki lived, All Might gave you the keys and reminded you that Tomura couldn't do anything since he was wearing a necklace that was deactivating his quirk. Which reassured you, because your quirk couldn't do anything against his. But if he tried attacking you, while wearing that necklace, you'd be fine.

Your quirk consisted of enhancing your reflexes, you could dodge pretty much anything or anyone. You couldn't read their movements, but your body warned you everytime something dangerous would occur. It also helped a lot whenever you dropped something, multiple glasses of water weren't broken to this day.

All Might eventually left and you took a deep breath, you hadn't realized it earlier but you were shaking a little. Who wouldn't? You were going to become the new roommate of the worst criminal in all of Japan.

You unlocked the door and walked in with your luggages. To your surprise, the place was neat. You wouldn't need to clean on your first day, how great!

You looked around and realized that there was no one in sight. In all honesty, you didn't know how this new rehab program worked, should you tell him you were there? So he wouldn't jolt if he ever laid his eyes on you? Tightening the grip on your backpack, you shakily walked forward and closed the door behind you. "Hello?" Your voice trembled. "Um.. I'm your new roommate" Nothing happened, maybe you should've said you were the new therapist? Though, being the 10th one in the span of 2 months, you didn't think he'd care.

"Well.. I guess I'll put my stuff in the room.." You sighed to yourself, a bit relieved that he didn't directly jumped on you to try to kill you or something.

You removed your shoes and spotted a bright red pair of sneakers, they were too big to fit you. Maybe they were his? They looked almost new, guess he didn't go outside that much. You put your shoes next to them and walked towards the hallway. Based on what All Might had said, your bedroom was at the end of it and on the left.

The left door was wide open, and from what you could see inside, there was only a bed and a desk. You guessed that it was yours then, since it was empty. Right in front of your bedroom was a closed door, from the inside, you could hear noises. Mostly fast clicking and music. The sound was similar to when you used the buttons on a controller. You weren't unfamiliar with video games, but with your job, you didn't have that much time to play anymore.

Maybe you could play a bit today, you weren't planning on giving a therapy anyways as you would give yourself some time to unpack.

It was around 6pm when you were almost done unpacking most of your stuff. You just couldn't focus on that anymore when your stomach kept screaming that it was hungry. You sighed and got up. Fine, you'll eat, even if you would've preferred to finish placing your stuff first but your belly was being annoying.

Walking out of your new bedroom, you realized that Shigaraki's door was still closed. He only went to the bathroom once but you never saw him. You were inside your closet, folding clothes when you heard his bedroom door close. Maybe it was a missed opportunity, but you didn't want to force him either.

You entered the kitchen and looked inside the fridge and cupboards. After a few minutes of searching, you eventually decided to make some donburi for you and some for him too. Usually, you'd make food for yourself alone but you lived with someone now so, you thought about his stomach.

Multiple minutes later, as you were still cooking, you turned around and jolted very badly. Luckily, you didn't drop anything due to your quirk, but Shigaraki Tomura was standing right behind the kitchen island, staring at you.

Shigaraki was a bit taller than you, his scarlet eyes were almost hidden behind his long white locks. He was glaring at you like you didn't belong here, and truth to be told, you also felt like you didn't belong here either. But it was your job and you needed the money to pay for your bills.

You silently stared back, what were you supposed to do? Your breathing and heartbeat increased as you felt anxious in his company, but you tried your best to remain calm.

"H-Hey, uh, I'm… making dinner… It's.." You turned to look at the pot on the oven, then back at him. "..Not ready yet.." You almost talked in whispers, your throat wasn't able to talk louder, you were just too anxious. "Y-You like donburi?"

He didn't answer, instead he just walked back to his bedroom.

Well.. That was going to be interestingly awkward.

At least, he didn't try to kill you..

During the next week, you just calmly lived your life and Shigaraki lived his. He didn't do much except locking himself into his bedroom and sometimes walking out to go to the bathroom.

The second week was more.. Rough.

The young man had decided to threaten and provoke you.

You, personally, didn't know why.

But him? He was already sick of you. Why weren't you forcing him into therapy sessions? That was more than annoying, all the other therapists were just tossing him onto the couch and forced him to have a therapy. But you never did, why?

One day, it just slipped out of his mouth. "Why aren't you doing shit?"

He was standing at the edge of the living room, his hands in his hoodie's pocket. He was fuming, you could easily see it in his body language. Yet, sitting on the floor as you played your favourite video game, you only confusedly glanced back. You put your game on pause and turned to him. "What do you mean..? I've been cooking, cleaning-"

Tomura quickly interrupted you. "I'm not talking about those, idiot. Why the hell aren't you doing your job?"

You tilted your head to the side, slightly scared and still confused. "..You want a therapy?"

His expression switched for a second, you would've missed it if you had blinked. "Obviously not" He snarled.

"Then.. W-Why are you asking? Why would I force you?" You tried your best to stay calm as you weren't sure how he would react if he'd get mad. "My job is to help people, sure, but if you don't want any help, I can't do anything." You took a deep breath as he would probably not like how you would word what was next. "It's your problem, not mine. I can only do something, if you, want to get helped"

Tomura blinked, he looked surprised at your answers for a few seconds before he stormed back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You also blinked, not really understanding what was going on.

In the past two weeks, he had never talked to you this much. Were you progressing? Maybe.. Maybe not.

Part 2

[cameronspecial]

I Will Be Your Girlfriend, Rafe

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Wisdom Teeth Removal

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Y/N is a little bit confused after she gets her wisdom teeth removed and Rafe takes advantage of this for a prank.

A/N: The video inspiration was sent in by Anonymous.

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Y/N’s wisdom teeth have been bothering her for months and she has finally been able to get an appointment to get them removed. Rafe had been a little nervous about the procedure. Sure, the surgery is safe, but what if something happens to her? Even though he didn’t have to wait in the oral surgeon’s office, he wanted to stay just in case his fiancée or the doctor needed him. About an hour and a half later, Rafe is called into the room because she is waking up from the procedure. “Hey,” he greets when he sees her dopey open eyes. Y/N gives him a goofy smile caused by the effects of the anesthesia she was under. Her finger points at him, “You’re pretty.” Rafe chuckles, approaching her to sit on the chair beside the bed. “Thank you. You are beautiful too,” he states. She continues to grin at him, “What’s your name?”

“Rafe, Angel.”

“Rafe Angel is a funny name.”

“Angel is what I call you.”

“My name is Angel?” she asks confused with her hand on her chest. Rafe is having such a hard time keeping in his laughter, “No, your name is Y/N.” She nods in understanding. “I will be your girlfriend, Rafe,” she declares, changing the topic in her high state. Her hand squeezes his cheeks together. Rafe sees this as her opportunity to play a little prank on her and although he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, he thinks she’ll find it funny. Rafe sets up his phone to film them so that they can rewatch this moment later. He looks at her regretfully, “I’m sorry to say that I have a fiancée, Y/N.” She pouts and he swears tears might crop up in her eyes. “Oh no, but you are so pretty. Please be my boyfriend,” she whines, trying to kiss him. Rafe pulls away with a shake of his head, “I’m sorry, but I’m very in love with her. She’s so smart and beautiful and funny and nice.” “Noooo, I want to be your girlfriend,” she cries. Regret instantly fills Rafe. He hates seeing her cry. His arms envelop her in a hug and bring her into his chest. 

“Hey, hey. No need to cry. Look at your finger,” he instructs, kissing her temple. Y/N’s teary eyes look down at the ring on her finger. Her crying ebbs, “Who gave this to me?” “I did, Angel. I’m going to be marrying you,” he whispers. Her grin turns massive and she pulls him in tighter. “We are getting married?” she repeats, looking up at him. “Yes. Now, how about we get you home?” he suggests. “Can I have a kiss first?” she pleads, her voice still soft from crying. “Of course.” He closes the distance between their lips and laughs into the kiss when he feels her hand give his butt a tiny squeeze. They pull apart and she takes his hand into hers. “He’s my fiancé,” she announces to the dentist assistant, who walks in to go over the discharge procedure. The assistant smiles at her, “That’s great, Sweetie. You guys make an adorable couple.” Y/N beams at Rafe and cuddles into his side. Her head may be a little hazy from the drugs, but she knows for sure that this is a man who she loves. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @queen-shadow22 @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl

[daisybell17]

Dancing with Loki hc’s:

“Alright the food is on the way…eughhhh I’m so tired” You fall onto the couch and closing your eyes for a second

“Gods me too…This week was something was so damn frustrating” Loki huffed out as he laid his back on the floor and ran his hands through his hair

There was a short silence as you both laid there in exhaustion

Loki sits up and looks at you “You want me to put on some music?”

“Not really…i feel like i’m going to fall asleep” Slurring your words as you slowly drift off

“But if we fall asleep now we might be up till late”

“I don’t care let me sleep” You murmured back

You hear Loki laugh to himself

He then tapped your forehead and you look up to see his tired expression, handing you a glass of water “You haven’t drank since you got home half an hour ago”

You smile and take the glass, finishing it entirely in mere seconds

“Cmon let’s danceeee, it will wake us up a little before the food gets here”

“hmmm noooo! please just let me rest” You groan, slamming your face with a pillow

Instead of leaving you alone to rest Loki had turned the speaker on, blasting some modern Asgardian music

“Loki turn it off pleaaeeeee” He didn’t listen and instead started dancing

You removed the pillow from your face and watch as your goofball of a boyfriend started putting his heart and soul into the silliest and goofiest dance moves you have ever witnessed

Smiling at his impressive moves you watched as Loki danced to the music

(ik yall have seen the behind the scenes of Loki S1 where Tom us busting some moves, so just imagine the same thing)

As the song ends and another pop song comes on, A midgardian one now, he extends his hand out, inviting you to dance

You smile and shake your head as you are still so genuinely tired

“Oh cmon darling! don’t leave me hanging now”he pouts at you but continues to shake his hips from side to side

You watch as he tries his best to get you up, but now you give in, moving your shoulders a little

His face lights up as you start moving a little…he grabs your hand and yanks you up, pulling you close to his chest. Staring into his eyes you smile and he twirled you around.

Laughing as you spun, you both started dancing to the cheesy pop song. You love this. Everything. Every time you’re with Loki. Every moment with him felt like you could swim, even when everything tries to drown you

The song comes to an end and you both are panting, exhausted from dancing.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, you continue to catch your breath when…”We can keep the christmas lights up till January”

“And this is our place, we make the rules”

Its you and Loki’s song

Opening your eyes, your met with a blushing Loki, hand reaching out to yours

Grabbing his hand, you stand and put your chest against his

“And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear” Loki locks his eyes onto yours, his right hand on your waist, the other holding your hand, interlocking both your fingers

You both sway from side to side as the song continues to play, he swears you are the most perfect being in all of the nine realms, hell, the entire universe in fact, you were his, he was yours

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?…Can I go where you go” Loki twirls you around as the chorus starts playing, pulling you back in as face him again.

You rest your head on his chest and smile, enjoying this simple moment of love

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?” Loki leans you back, kissing you deeply. You grab his jaw, pulling him deeper. You stay like this for a moment before he pulls you back up and goes back to slow dancing, swaying you both side to side, twirling you here and there

“And ah, take me out, and take me home” He pushes you back onto the couch ever so slightly

He kisses you deep, hands on your waist, your own hands running through his beautiful hair. Oh his beautiful hair.

His knees presses in between your legs as his lips trail down your neck, marking you up, marking his pretty girl up with kisses

“You’re my, my, my, my…Lover” “L-Loki mhmph…” You call his name out as you become sensitive

The doorbell rang. Foods here! and things were just getting good…You push Loki off and grab the money to pay.

Setting the food down on the counter, you start unpacking the takeout packages when suddenly Loki grabs you by the waist

“Oh my darling not just yet, I want to dance some more…oh and! mark your pretty little body up before we eat…”

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(a/n): hope yall enjoyed this! ik it’s been awhile but a lot of things have been happening in my life and i’m just doing my best to relax for a bit! Also Loki S2 Ep1 was amazing!!

[bonniepop]

title: of rumors & wrong assumptions parts: 1 / 2 / 3 character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,200+ warnings: violence towards oikawa's person. experiments in chem lab. notes: i think this is one of my funnier fics so of course i had to bring this back! (also i am not compensating for forgetting about this website at all!)

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life would’ve been so much easier if you’d ended up having a crush on literally anyone else instead, but noooo. you had to go and have a crush on oikawa's best friend.

oikawa's probably gay best friend.

“i’m telling you—iwa-chan is not gay,” oikawa insists with a hushed voice, leaning over the beaker he poured water into earlier, his face so near the bunsen burner it was giving you anxiety.

“what the fuck, oikawa,” you nearly cry, shoving his face away from the open flame. “get your face out of there!”

your palm presses over the goggles on his face and he yelps. “ow!” he pouts and pulls away his standard chem lab goggles, running his hand through the red marks pressed against his skin. “that hurt!”

“would you rather i let your face burn off in case it exploded?” you shoot back, grabbing a pen and writing down your observations. “also can you get back to work? this is a partner lab report.”

“that’s just water,” he snaps.

"there's an open flame!" you practically shriek, but he ignores you.

"—and i’ll read your notes later.” he says the last part dismissively, and you had to stop yourself from launching your pen at his face—like a gladiator spear through one of his eyeballs.

life would've been so much easier if you'd fallen for literally anyone else, because their best friend probably wouldn't be an insufferably annoying volleyball captain that you'd ended up being partnered with.

at first, it made you giddy. this was your chance—be friend the volleyball captain, make friends with iwaizumi, flirt, fall in love, and live happily ever after.

okay, you're thinking too far ahead. but it was a great setup. until oikawa'd said, "i need to talk to you about something," with that something being... righting... his best friend's reputation.

is there any possible way to get run over by a truck? while inside a laboratory on the third floor of a building?

“anyway, he’s not gay,” oikawa brings up again, louder than the last time, and you sink down against the table and groan.

you can feel your table mates look back at you suspiciously, and you pray to every deity out there. someone, anyone. just open up the earth and swallow me whole.

“oikawa,” you bark, peering over your shared equipment with sharp eyes. “can we not talk about this here?”

he shakes his head quite vigorously. “no! we need to discuss this. because you are wrong, and i am here to tell you that you are wrong.”

your face wrinkles into a scowl. “i really don’t wanna talk about this,” you grumble, looking away.

you don’t even know how he knows. as far as you remember, it was a speculation you’d mentioned to your group of friends in jest, and two days later, oikawa—who had sweet talked your previous lab partner into switching out, apparently; if you think about it, this was all her fault for agreeing—started pestering you about it.

“add the iodine and stir,” your teacher says, and dutifully, you grab the smaller beaker and add the brown liquid, noting the color change when you stir.

“seriously!” oikawa insists, “he’s not. believe me.”

“wh—” you point your pen at him and glare. “you know what, i will remove your name from this lab report if you don’t work on anything in the next—”

you watch him grab his pen and, without looking, scribble quickly on his notebook. “there, done.”

your jaw unhinges, unreasonable, murderous irritation flooding your entire body. “you didn’t even—”

“now get your second beaker,” your teacher instructs, and you use it as a distraction to stop yourself from lunging at your lab partner. “add the remaining water, hydrogen peroxide and fabric starch.”

you take a deep breath and reach for the materials—which were near oikawa’s elbow. when your reach comes up short, you glare at him. “maybe you’d like to help me?”

“oh, sure,” oikawa goes, plucking the materials and placing them on the center of the table. “there you go.” 

you count to ten in an attempt to prevent yourself from hurling the second beaker at his head, opting to focus on the experiment instead.

“anyway, i—”

you nearly slam your hands on the table. “look, oikawa,” you tell him, leaning closer. “i don’t know how you found out about that, but it was meant as a joke. i didn’t mean it, and whoever told you that? give me their name. give me their name, so i can find them, break their phone, and burn their house down. end of story.”

he blinks. “so you don’t think he’s gay?”

you lean back. “if he is, it’s none of my business.”

“but he’s not,” oikawa whines. “what made you think that in the first place?”

you give him a bewildered stare. “what? why wouldn’t i think it? he’s obviously in love with you.”

his face morphs into one of complete and utter shock, and then he booms into laughter, which makes the class turn towards your seat at the very back. he sheepishly quiets down at the call of his name, your teacher evidently not as amused as he is at his new discovery.

“he’s not in love with me,” oikawa denies at a much softer, but not any less irritating, volume.

you ignore him. “he’s so scary but he turns sweet around you—”

“sweet? sweet?” he’s wide-eyed and appalled. he aggressively points to the back of his head. “is throwing volleyballs at my head sweet?"

you defend, “i don’t know what you’re into—"

"do you know how many almost-concussions i've had because of him?! i'm basically a fall risk at this point!”

“now, transfer everything in beaker 1 to beaker 2,” your teacher calls, interrupting your argument. “note the time.”

he stares and shakes his head. “anyway. well, that’s not the case. at all,” he declares, leaning forward to continue the rest of the experiment. “we’re just friends. you note the time.”

“sure,” you say, signaling for him to go once you track the seconds on your watch. you scribble in your notes when the liquid changes color. 

the bell rings, and students are shuffling to dump their liquids in the giant erlenmeyer flask at the back of the room.

your former lab partner smiles at you as you both dump your waste liquid. “seems like you and oikawa had a lot of fun,” she chirps.

not at all. “he’s okay,” you say before you part ways. when you get back to your desk, she notes that oikawa is waiting for you and that you walk out of lab together, bickering.

while the rest of the day went ahead as normal, for the next day at school, you were not granted that same luxury.

“hey,” one of your friends asks over lunch, “are you and oikawa dating?”

your fist clenches in surprise, and the juice sent ricocheting through the straw and into your throat makes you choke. “what?” you ask, coughing, and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “where'd you get that?”

the rest of your friends meet gazes. “we heard you were really close in lab yesterday,” one of the girls says.

“yeah, like an old married couple,” another says.

your brain is going into overdrive. what? said who? “we are absolutely n—”

someone calls from outside your classroom. someone with very familiar and annoying voice, someone who you've, quite frankly, had enough of.

you look up to see oikawa, waving merrily at you. behind him, iwaizumi’s stony face is dark and threatening.

the girls around you giggle, and you flush, hunching over at your desk in an attempt to hide.

this cannot be happening, you think despairingly. not only was your crush probably gay, he also thinks you’re dating his best friend.

the best friend he was probably in love with.

“fuck me,” you groan into the wood grain of your desk. "fuck me so very much."

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

Thinking about that bloodsmith on tiktok, who makes jewelry and other little things from blood, and how Eddie would get you a cute little hear pendant made with his blood. You would get him Dnd dice made from your blood.

A/n: Not proofread, this is pure fluff, but I still don't want minors interacting with my work.

Eddie came running up from behind you while you're getting ready to head out for the night. You were checking over your makeup and outfit in his mirror.

"Babe! babe!, close your eyes. I got you something." He smirked, hiding one hand behind his back. You squinted for a moment, eyeing him curiously. You obliged anyway.

Shaking your head and closing your eyes tight. "Alright, they're closed"

Eddie looked you over and waved a hand in front of your face. He stood proudly behind you, looking at your face through the mirror. He wanted to make sure you weren't trying to take a peak. This was a surprise he had been keeping from you for a few months now. Every day since he bought and had it made for you, it killed him not to spoil it.

He took the golden heart necklace out of the velvet pouch. In the middle of the pendant was a deep red stone in the middle. You felt him putting something around your neck as your eyes were sealed shut.

"Now open your eyes." Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You got me a necklace. it's so pretty." Your face lit up as you looked down at the pendant, resting right above your chest.

"A pretty little necklace for the prettiest person I know." He smirked.

You felt your face heating up from his compliment, "What's the stone? Garnet?"

He shook his head. "Nah, it's my blood." Eddie continued watching your reaction to the gift from his mirror. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"You got a little piece of me with you all the time." He gave a quick little kiss to your neck.

"I love it." You reach your hand up to scratch his head.

You gasped, snapping your fingers, "That reminds me I got you something pretty similar." You removed his arms from your waist, digging around in your bag that was thrown on his chair.

You pulled out a similar velvety pouch that held your necklace. "Here for you."

"Don't tell you got me the same necklace." He teased, taking the bag from your hands. Eddie couldn't hide the big smile spreading across his face. He loved that you were both so insync with one another. It was like you could read eachothers minds.

You rolled your eyes, "noooo not a necklace."

He opened the bag and took out a new set of DnD dice. The numbers were etched in cold, and the color of them were a deep crimson red similar to the stone on your necklace.

"I remembered you said you needed a new set, and I got these made special for you." You watched him hold them in his hands with so much care. He was cradling them in his hands like there the most fragile thing on earth.

"You're so weird." His tone was full of affection. He couldn't help but fall in love with you more right here in this moment. "I'm not letting anyone touch these."

Your mouth falls open. "You're weird too." You pretended to get offended.

Your fingers played with the heart pendant dangling around your neck. The pendant was a pretty good size. you can see he gave quite a lot of blood to make the stone part. You gave a lot, too. It took way more than you thought to create those dice for him. All of it was worth it to see the smile he had when you handed them to him.

"You keep this up, and I'll have no choice but to marry you." He held up a dice to the light between his two fingers, inspecting every little detail.

You slapped his shoulder and continued to get ready for the night. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

[jae-bummer]

Gentle Pressure

Request: 1 & 4 from the prompt list with Joshua!! Maybe something cute?? ���

Prompts:

1) "Please don't stop touching me."

4) "Okay...so this is new."

Pairing: Seventeen Joshua x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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You let out a soft groan as your bedroom light flipped on.

"Y/N?"

Squinting, you looked over to the figure in the doorway that you couldn't quite focus on. You slung your forearm over your eyes before muttering an unintelligible response.

"Wake up sleepyhead," the familiar voice chuckled, crossing the room to sit on the bed beside you. He gave your shoulder a gentle shake, but you were unmoved.

"Not sleeping," you croaked.

"That sounds suspiciously like something someone who was sleeping would say," he hummed.

Removing your arm from your eyes, you glanced to Joshua, your best friend in the entire world.

"Go away."

"Rude and uncalled for," he muttered, now resorting to flicking your nose.

"Noooo," you moaned, rolling away from him. Your whole face already hurt and that didn't make it any better.

"Sensitive today," he clucked. "What's wrong?"

"Headache," you rasped. Turning back toward him, you winced. His cheerful expression had quickly fallen into one of concern. Reaching upward, you moved to rub a finger over the crease between his brows, but he immediately pulled away.

"Aw.." you complained, your hand still hanging in midair.

"Did you take something?" Joshua asked, springing up and beginning to flutter around the room. "What about ice? That can help with..."

"I took Tylenol," you grumbled slowly. "Tried ice. Drank water. Turned off lights."

You watched Josh's eyes grow in alarm before launching himself toward the door and smacking the switch, once again plunging you into dim lighting.

"Jeonghan even made me this awful ginger drink he said would-"

"Never trust Jeonghan, especially when he's mixing ingredients together," Josh laughed lightly.

"He was just trying to help," you muttered.

"Pfft," Josh laughed. "He could smell your weakness. He can't control himself. His goblin sensitivities take over."

Making his way back toward you, he sunk into the mattress again. Pulling himself toward the middle, he sat crisscross, and furrowed his brows. Looking behind him, he snatched one of your pillows and set it flat against his lap.

Patting it lightly, he nodded to himself. "Let me try to help."

"Would said help involve me moving?" you croaked.

"Unfortunately," he nodded in mock sadness. "But I think it'll be for the greater good."

Heaving a sigh, you shifted your body backward. Targeting him with a questioning expression, he nodded as you leaned back into the pillow and placed your head in his lap.

"Okay..." you hummed, looking up at the underside of his face. "So this is new."

He smiled down at you, causing your chest to stir with something akin to butterflies. This whole moment felt entirely too intimate, and headache aside, you weren't mentally prepared to handle whatever was going on here.

"Tell me if this doesn't help," Joshua cooed, sinking his fingers into your hair. "If it still hurts, I'll stop."

Rubbing gentle circles into your scalp, you tried not to illicit a moan of pleasure. While your headache was still rooted deeply in your skull, this was definitely providing some sort of solace. The pain instantly eased enough for you to close your eyes and exhale softly.

The simple sound caused Josh to shutter to a stop, wary of causing you any discomfort. "Are you okay?"

"Joshua Hong," you ground out. "Please don't stop touching me."

After a beat of silence, your words slammed back into your understanding. Opening your eyes, you could see Josh's ears turning red.

"I mean - I," you stuttered.

"No, no," he said swiftly, beginning to move his hands again. "I get what you meant."

His fingers moved more quickly and erratically than before, causing you to hiss out an "Ouch."

Stopping again, Josh looked down at you with wide eyes. "What did I do?"

"Just," you whispered, reaching up to grab his palms. You moved them around your head slowly. "Gentler. Like you were doing."

"Right, gentle," he said sternly. "Got it."

Allowing yourself to be leisurely pushed into the pillow, it wasn't long until you fell into an easy silence. You could tell Josh had been nervous, but you were unsure if it was centered around his fear of hurting you or simply having you this close.

It felt like you had been friends forever, but as you looked back on it, you had never been very physically affectionate. In general, skinship could be overwhelming for you, so you didn't necessarily seek it out. If it happened, that was fine, but it seemed like Josh never wanted to make you uncomfortable in that way.

But the thing was, he could if he wanted. Glancing up at him, you reckoned with yourself. Joshua was one of the few human beings in this world who felt cozy. As an entire person, he was warm and agreeable and safe. Even though this contact was new for both of you, you had never felt more secure than you did in this moment.

When what he was doing felt this good, it was easy to blur the lines of friendship you had so carefully set up between the two of you. He was the type of boy you fall in love with without meaning to. He was the type of boy you could happily introduce to your mom. He was the type of boy you would gladly file your taxes with and trust with your credit information.

That was Josh. Safe, stable, loving, Josh.

Chewing on your lip, you finally noticed that he was watching you as well.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he said quietly.

"How good this feels," you fibbed. To be fair, it wasn't an outright lie. It did feel amazing. It just wasn't at the forefront of your mind.

"A little bit of pressure helps things loosen up," he hummed. "You'd be surprised how often I do this for the members."

Your stomach sank a little bit at his words. For whatever reason, you had felt special with him doing this for you. It was silly to get hurt over him interacting in the same way with other people he cared about.

"It definitely helps," you whispered, looking away.

After a few moments of silence, you felt him poke your cheek. "Hey."

"Hey," you exhaled, looking up at him again.

Sucking in his lips, he seemed to be warring with himself. Halting his motions, you were surprised when he pulled his hands from your hair. You remained still as he set his palms on his knees and took a deep breath.

The next part felt like it was in slow motion. Before you could even register what was happening, Josh began to lean forward. Arching his back until his face hovered directly above you, he paused. Without saying a word, he placed a small, tender kiss at your hair line.

Your mouth popped open at the small gesture. A feeling of comfort unfurled in your chest and burned brightly. Had he really just done that?

"That...that was also new," you managed, searching his eyes as his gaze remained locked on you.

"I...I thought maybe it would feel good," he said, his voice raspier than it had been only a few minutes ago. "For you. Pressure and all that. Lips are softer than fingers and-"

"Josh," you laughed. "You don't need an excuse to kiss me."

"I don't?" he croaked.

"No," you breathed, admittedly surprised by your own words.

A small, delicate smile played across his lips while his eyes danced mischeviously. "In that case..."

[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #2: drunk and can’t get home

CW: implied alcohol use (MC is drunk)

You’re on an empty street.

You don’t know what time it is but last time you checked it was definitely after midnight.

You concentrate and think and wonder what it is that you're supposed to be thinking about. It was definitely something important… you pat your pockets to look for clues, there's gotta be a reason you were thinking so hard in the first place.

You pull out your phone from its secret safe spot and check it for messages. Nope, just blackness. No juice… Juice… Blame it on my juice… Your eyes wander from your dead phone to the myriad of stamps and fluorescent paper wristbands decorating your forearms. The neon clashes with your outfit but the colors make you happy. Blame it, blame it on my juice! The song continues playing in your head and you start to dance.

Your feet throb with pain and all you know is you have to sit down right now. Normally you wouldn't dare to sit on a dirty street curb but your legs almost give out from under you before you can even think twice about where you are planting your ass. Ah, that feels so much better… but the sudden change in altitude makes your head spin. You put your head between your knees to steady the world.

You take a deep breath and hold it…

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…

Why are you counting again?

Your lungs burn and you remember to breathe. You start to giggle uncontrollably. What kind of idiot forgets how to breathe? You look back down at your phone and something sparkly catches your attention.

It's the Harrison Porter keychain Mammon gave you. It's too big to be a phone Keychain but it's something you like to keep on you at all times. You absent-mindedly spin the keychain and watch it dangle from your phone. Your favorite idiot probably doesn't forget how to breathe… Do demons even need to breathe? They're so fucking weird already it wouldn't surprise you.

You keep giggling, shoulders bouncing, when a warm gold light washes the floor beneath your feet. You would've noticed it if your eyes weren't closed with how hard you were laughing.

A startled noise interrupts your thoughts and you look up to find your favorite idiot, standing right in front of you, with a worried look hiding behind yellow tinted glass.

You gasp and clumsily shoot to your feet, ignoring the throbbing protest of pain, and throw your arms around the demon, "Mammoney!!" If you didn't have his neck in a vice grip, you might've noticed his face reddening at the silly nickname.

"M- MC… were you just crying?" He asks warily. You can hear the concern in his voice.

You loosen your arms - but don't remove them from around his neck - and look at him. When your eyes meet his searching ones, you cock your head to the side and blink a couple of times. The gesture reminds Mammon of a dog trying to understand English. You touch a hand to your face to feel if any stray tears were rolling down but you catch nothing.

You return your hand back around Mammon’s neck and shake your head slightly, "I don't think so?"

"B- but you were sitting on the curb… a- and you were shaking?"

You turn your head to look over your shoulder and back down to where you were sitting. You take a moment to think about what you were doing just a moment ago.

"Hmmm…" You think audibly.

"Well, if you weren't cryin’ then what did ya summon me for?"

You turn your head back around to look at Mammon… What did you summon him for?

"And why are you in the middle of a street all alone?? What time is it?!"

"Ugh, so many questions…" you close your eyes and plant your forehead against his chest.

Time… time… You can check the time on your… phone! You pop your head up and check your phone!

Oh right… it's dead.

You show Mammon your blank phone. He grabs your wrist and inspects the stamps and bands.

"Wha- MC… are you drunk??"

"Whaaat? Pshhh, noooo I'm having fuuun…" you slide your arms from behind his neck and down his arms. You grab his hands and start swinging them. "The night is still young! Now that you are here, the party is just getting started!"

You let go of him and spin out into the empty street, dancing to music only you can hear. If your inebriated mind were paying any attention, you might’ve heard mammon whisper, "That explains it…" under his breath.

"Okay,” he says, louder so you know he’s talking to you, “maybe you can answer this: shouldn't you be out with friends? Where are they?"

You stop dancing and squint at Mammon.

"Friends? Some friends! They ditched me!" You fold your arms and pout at the memory just now surfacing.

You're new at work and you really wanted to make new friends. You overheard some co-worker’s plans to go clubbing this weekend and were excited by how fun it sounded. You asked if you could come along and they agreed politely, though with the way they were acting all night you really wish they had just said no from the jump.

"I was basically a third wheel until I was a fifth wheel, then I lost them in the third club…"

You feel an angry warmth radiating off Mammon as he practically snarls, "Those jerks… What if something happened to you out here?" You calmly approach and wrap yourself around his tense arms.

"Don't worry about that, now I have you to protect me, Mammoney." You press your cheek against his bicep and you can feel him tense again before he relaxes. You look up to him and see that cute dusting of red across his cheeks before he looks pointedly away from you.

You entwine both of your hands with one of his and pull him, "C'mon… let's go have some fun!!"

Mammon looks back at you, redness fading, and searches your face for something. You tug harder, letting practically your full body weight fall to the earth, with Mammon being the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground. You try to take another step back when a sharp pain prevents you from going any further.

You cry out and Mammon quickly pulls you into him. He fully supports you with a hand against your lower back. You look down at your feet. Man, they hurt. You let out a small whine and Mammon sighs.

"As much as I would love to go out with you right now,” he says, reluctantly, “I think it's time for you to head home…"

"But I wanna partyyyy," you look up at him and whine again.

"You can't even stand up on your own."

"SO true bestie…" You slump against him, cheek pressing to his chest. You hear mammon softly chuckle and mutter, "I'm supposed to be the irresponsible one here." He lightly pushes you off him so he can shift around with his back facing you.

"Alright, let's go."

You sway on your feet and cross your arms in protest. "BUT I'm too heavy!" He looks back at you from over his shoulder, grinning wolfishly.

"Need I remind you, you are talkin’ to THE great Mammon, second -most POWERFUL Avatar of Sin in the Devildom! And you ain’t nothing but a puny human." He crouches down so you can climb on his back much easier. "Now, c'mon! We gotta get you to a bed… and some water probably. When's the last time you had water, huh?"

You drape your arms over his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist. He stands up, lifting you with no effort at all. You tighten your arms around his neck and close your eyes. Comfy…

Mammon chuckles. Oops, did you say that out loud?

"Alright, human, where are we headin'?" He says with so much affection, your heart swells.

Until you process what he says and remember you have no idea where you are or where that is in relation to where you live. Your eyes shoot open.

"UHHHH…"

"Whaddaya mean 'UHHHH'??"

"WELL! I UBERPOOLED HERE! And My phone is dead!! You know how bad I am at directions!!"

Mammon sighs in frustration. "How the hell are we supposed to get you home…?" He asks, more to himself than you.

"Well! Can't you do some Devildom magic and just whoosh us right over there or something??" You reply indignantly.

"Ya know teleportation magic is kinda a big deal right? And even if I could right now, I don’t even know where ya live!"

You blow raspberries, deep in thought. You didn't even know your address that well because you had just recently moved. Curse your shoddy memory!

Mammon sighs again and starts walking, which startles you out of thought. "Woah, what-"

Before you can finish, Mammon interrupts, saying "Might as well pick a direction and start walking. Beats standing around doing nothing."

"Wait, wait, wait…" you bring a hand to your forehead and start rubbing, activating the memory juices. Maybe there's something Solomon taught that you could use?

"Oh! Let me try something!" You stick out the hand that wears the ring of light and concentrate on home.

"MC… what are you doing?" Mammon asks.

"Shut up, I need to concentrate. Trust me, I saw it in a movie once."

"Movies ain't very realistic, MC."

You close your eyes and ignore him and think think think: about home, where you're most comfortable, where you can be your true self and not have to hide any facets of yourself.

You open your eyes and are actually surprised when you see a red line shooting out of your ring… and pointed directly behind you!

You laugh triumphantly! "SEE! It worked!"

Mammon looks impressed for a second before rolling his eyes dramatically and turning around, "Well, ya got lucky this time but don't expect things to work out the way you want them to just because you want them to."

You pshh him dismissively before noticing that as he turns around, so too does the line pointing home.

"Uhh…" you move your hand around and notice that no matter where you move, it always points to where you're standing.

"Hold on, lemme down." You let go of Mammon as he crouches to let you off his back. You take a step back from him and realize what the line is pointing at.

You slowly circle Mammon and start grinning like a fool when you step out in front of him, holding out the hand with the ring. The thin red line points directly to the center of Mammon’s chest. His eyes widen as they trace the line to his chest and his eyebrows attempt to leave his face altogether. He looks back up at you and the red on his cheeks spreads all across his face, down his neck and to the tips of his ears.

“MC what-” he sputters.

You burst out laughing and quickly cover your mouth. “Oh that’s so cheesy, I love it!” You just can’t help the giggles that escape.

Mammon scoffs and looks to the side, attempting to hide his blushing face behind his hand. You run up to him and wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek on his chest.

You close your eyes.

You can hear his heart thumping.

“You’re my home, Mammon.”

“I mean- of course, I am. I’m THE-”

You shush him, “Nooo, nope, don’t say it- let me savor this moment before you ruin it.”

Mammon chuckles softly and wraps his arm around you. He clears his throat and says, “As cute as that was, it doesn’t get us any closer to getting you to your… apartment or whatever.”

Your eyes shoot open again.

“Oh yeah,” You pull out of his embrace just enough to look down at the ring on your hand. “Maybe home was too vague… I guess the ring in the movie also pointed to a person rather than a place.”

You think apartment? But the ring doesn’t point away from Mammon. Hmmm… bed? Still nothing.

“OH!” you say out loud, “what about my sweet little boy, my prince??”

Mammon looks at you incredulously. “Who???”

“My cat!!”

Right before you close your eyes to concentrate, you see the relief in Mammon’s face as he quietly says, “Oh…”

You picture his fuzzy face in your mind, his cute whiskers, his soft paws. “Hey, it’s workin’!” Mammon says as the line starts to twitch. As you get more excited about seeing your little bean, the thin red line gets stronger.

“Alright, let’s goooooo!” Mammon picks you up bridal style and takes off running. You shriek and laugh, holding onto his neck and shoulders for dear life, knowing he would never let you fall.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#189 Manly Men men

It's Spa time Human fighters and Y/n!

Y/n*With a nose pore remover and eye masks under your eyes seeing the time is up*-You can remove the one from your nose

Nikola*Has the same thing you have with a fluffy headband* But we have the one from the eyebags on top?

Y/n*Already about to peal the pore remover BUT as you were talking and peeled a bit you whined in pain* It doesn't matter just remove the n-AAH!

Raiden*Looks at you with a glare and now regrets ever putting this on*...wait-ITS GONNA HURT!?-THATS SOMETHING YOU WARN ABOUT!?!ASSHOLE!?

Leonidas*Eating the cucumber slices plate, also with nose pore remover and cucumbers on his eyes*Are you kidding me y/n?...dang it...

You cackle seeing All minus You and Dadam afraid of what to do till-

Raiden*Is peeling it and yips in pain*AAH!....AAAH!.....AAAAAaaaAAAAh!-

Lu Bu*Looking at Raiden who is peeling it, Then looks at you wheezing in the back at Raiden's pain*

Soji*Worried he whispers to Raiden*...does it really hurt that bad?...

Raiden*OOZING with sarcasm as he still rips it* NOOOO~JUST A LIL BIT~...AH!?-oh shit...I feel a big one got pulled...*Actually, a bit impressed seeing the blackheads on the pore remover but still scream* -aaah!?-fuck...ah!?

Buddha*Shaking his head and points are nose pore remover*Nah guys this shit is staying...his name is Junior and he is my new best friend-

Qin Shi*Is carefully peeling it but... decides to go for it like a Man and rip it one go...regrets it and starts to cry with a squeaky voice*...o-ow...

Y/n & Dadam:

Y/n*Is on the floor on your knees hitting your fist on the floor* -IMMA PEE MYSELF!? DAMN, IT!?

The ones who don't need it, Pore remover...Dadam,Kojiro, and Jack...they got

[girlboypersonthingy]

ONE MORE BC THE LAST ONE WAS SO CUTE- like jinx and vi’s gf overworks herself and they nag her while she’s sick but still ended up babying here and being soft 🥺🙏

Whaaaat? Only one more? Plz request as much as you want! It’ll take me a bit to write it but I’m obsessed with all the requests I’ve been getting omfggggg 🥹 dude also I’m SOOOOO sorry this took me forever to get to, I’m so busy…but thanks for the ask! This was so cute to write AH ENJOY~

JINX 🦋

You were startled from your seated and slumped over position by the door slamming open. As you turn in your seat, you’re greeted by an angry faced Jinx. “What the hell are you doing, (Y/N)?” She watches as you lift the goggles off your face and onto your head, her hands on her hips and a frown on her lips. There’s a sheepish smile on your bright red face as she begins to stomp her way over to you. “I’m working on that-“ She’s quick to interrupt you. “No, actually! You’re sick and you’re supposed to be in bed right now.” “I’m not sick anymore.”

With a frustrated sigh, Jinx presses her hand against your forehead and glares at you soon after. “You’re bright red and you’re burning hot.” You take the chance to distract her and change the subject. “Ooh, so you think I’m hot, huh?” This causes her to turn bright red as well, a small smirk now replacing her frown. “Psshh, yeah you’re like super hot- WAIT! Don’t change the subject! Get your butt in your room and in bed right now or I’ll have to drag you there kicking and screaming.” Her frown is back but she’s still blushing at the flirting that just took place between you.

Reluctantly, you stand and begin trudging towards your room with Jinx following right behind you. “Babe, really, I’m fine. I’m feeling so much-“ “Nonononono, shush. Just keep walking.” She gently pushes your back with just one finger, skipping behind you now. She’s so cute when she’s all concerned about you like this, it always makes your heart swell. Once in your room, Jinx slams the door behind you guys and suddenly her hands are all in your clothes.

“Whoa whoa! I know you think I’m super hot but Jesus…” This pulls a small giggle from her as she shakes her head at you. “I’m getting you in some comfy clothes, you perv!” Now you’re laughing too. She helps you change and you can’t help but notice how soft and slow and patient she is being with you right now, this is so unlike the Jinx you know. She’s slow as she pulls your top off and she is careful as she helps you remove your shoes. Her hands move with a graceful purpose as she pulls the thin shirt over your head. “I’m just sick, not injured…I can dress myself, Jinx.” Now she’s giving you a playful glare. “I thought you said you weren’t sick anymore.” You simply roll your eyes in response before she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bed.

You quickly crawl under the covers and take a deep breath in, exhaling loudly as you close your eyes. It surprises you a bit to feel the covers lifted up and as you turn to look behind you, Jinx is also half dressed now and climbing in next to you. You scoot away from her a bit. “Noooo, I’m gonna get you sick.” “So?” “And don’t you have work to do?” “No.” You decide it’s probably best to stop arguing because she’s already spooning you now, her chest pressed against your back, her breath drifting across the nape of your neck, your butt up against her thighs.

After a minute of her holding you tightly like this, she eventually breaks the silence. “Thanks.” You’re confused now. “For what?” It takes her a second to respond. “For finally resting. You worry me sometimes.” And now you’re not sure what to say next. You never want to worry her. Geez, maybe you really should start taking better care of yourself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry-“ She shushes you and scoots herself even closer to you. “Shut up and just take a nap with me. Gosh, you talk too much.” You’re acting as if you’re offended but also you can’t hold back your laugh. “You’re one to talk.” “I said shut up!” You’re still laughing, even harder now but you decide you should probably listen to her before she tries to hug you any tighter. You’re kind of having trouble breathing right now but there’s no where else you’d rather be than right here.

VI 💘

“Excuse me.” You look up from the floor at your pink haired partner, noticing the angry look on her face. “Yes?” You respond plainly as you try to catch your breath and watch as she crosses her arms. “Why are you not in bed?” “I’m training. You’re the one who said I need to train more and learn to protect myself better.” Vi furrows her brows at you and shakes her head. “Yeah but not when you’re sick.” As you stand to meet her gaze, she just watches you with an annoyed expression. “But I’m feeling better. Really, I’m fine.” You weren’t really feeling better but you wouldn’t admit that to her. You didn’t need to, she could tell you were lying.

She doesn’t even bother to argue with you and instead she grabs your wrist and begins dragging you to your room. “Vi, please. I’m not a child, I don’t-“ “Well you’re acting like one.” You gasp in surprise at her harsh words. “I am not! I’m fine, I swear!” She’s silent now as she pushed the door to your room open, still firmly grasping your wrist. You’re kind of frustrated with her but you’re also very flattered that she’s so concerned about you.

“Vi-“ “Shush.” You finally obey, staying quiet now as she pulls some more comfy clothes out of your closet and tosses them on the bed. Without even being asked, you begin changing right in front of Vi and you can’t help but notice her staring. “Like what you see?” You don’t even need to look at her, but you taunt her with a cheeky smile as she crosses her arms again. She’s trying not to smile but she’s failing miserably. “Shut. Up. I’m just making sure you don’t run off when my back is turned. I don’t trust you.” You stop what you’re doing and look over at her with wide eyes and a pout. “Wow! You don’t trust me?” She chuckles softly and finally looks away from you. “Not right now, I don’t. Just hurry up and get in bed. Don’t make me come pick you up.”

That’s something Vi always uses as a threat- if you don’t do what she wants you to do, she’ll just come pick you up and carry you along as you complain the whole time. You secretly love it…and so does she.

Once you’re changed, instead of getting straight into bed, you walk over to Vi and offer her a small smile. “Get out of here. I know you’ve got shit to do. I promise I’ll stay here and rest, okay?” She returns the sweet smile as she gentle rests her bandaged hands on your shoulders. “The only shit I’ve got to do right now is take care of you.” Now you’re smiling even bigger, your cheeks slowly turning red. “You’re gonna stay with me? What if I get you sick too?” Vi pretty much ignores you as she sits on the edge of the bed and begins pulling her boots off. You watch her as she stands and yanks her pants off before crawling up into your sheets.

“You coming?” She asks as she shimmies under the blanket and then holds it open for you to join her. Your face feels hot and tingly, like you might pass out and you’re not sure if it’s because you really aren’t feeling good or if it’s because Vi is in her underwear in your bed and she actually wants to cuddle you right now. Either way, you try to ignore the feeling as you fumble your way in next to her. She laughs softly at your flustered state as she wraps her arms around you and pulls your head to lay on her chest. Naturally, as you lay on your stomach, one arm falls over her waist.

“Damn, you’re burning up.” She tosses the blanket off of you two and sighs. “You need to take better care of yourself, (Y/N). You’re gonna work yourself to the grave pretty soon if you don’t take a break every now and then. You’re pushing it too hard.” You’re surprised to hear this from her, she often pushes herself too hard and never takes a day off. As if she could read your mind right now, she continues with “I know I push myself too hard. But…Do as I say, not as I do.” This makes you laugh softly against her and you’re closing your eyes now. “I just…I worry about you. You deserve to rest.”

You’re pretty much speechless now, this is the most calm and gentle she’s ever been with you and you both wish this moment could last forever. After a minute or so, you clear your throat because speaking. “Sorry…” Vi hugs you a little firmer before kissing the top of your head. She doesn’t respond to your apology, instead she sighs again, more of a content and relieved sigh this time. “And thanks…” Your voice is just above a whisper now. Vi doesn’t respond and as you tilt your head to look up at her, you notice her eyes are closed too but she’s smiling so hard right now.

[manikas-whims]

the inevitable farewell [AO3]

this was my first thought after finishing the Lightseeker Myth, and so here's me dumping this..there may be inaccuracies and shit might not really add up, so forgive me for that..

Hope you enjoy! ♡

⚠️ warning! major character death ⚠️

loosely based on the Lightseeker Myth ✨

what if Xavier somehow succeeds in his mission? what if the aether core is separated from your heart without having any adverse effects on you? and what if instead of him going back, it causes a change in the entire timeline, and he ends up being erased from existence due to this?

An incandescent silver stretched across every inch of his skin, its glow permeating even through the thick fabric of his clothes. And if you hadn't reached out with a hand to touch his face, or seen the wistful smile upon his lips, then you'd have mistaken this moment to be a weird yet fantastical dream about the man you had come to love. The eccentric yet kind deepspace hunter you'd willingly given your heart to.

But this wasn't a dream and everything your eyes perceived was real, and right in front of you. He was positively sparkling, like a bright star in the dark cover of night.

“I guess it’s time.” He said, the smile unable to match the sense of guilt and regret evident in his eyes.

“Time..for what?” You asked, your own lips finding it difficult to curve up and match his smile.

Somehow you understood without him explicitly saying it out loud. Yet you chose to deny the fact and shook your head.

The glow covering his skin became brighter, and became slightly uncomfortable for your eyes to directly look at. But you tried to maintain eye contact despite it. And it made you realize that with the increase in intensity of the glow, his own countenance became paler. No. Lighter. A little less. He was there yet merely a translucent version of his glorious self.

“Time to say goodbye.” He spoke. “Time to find someone who'd stick around a little longer.”

And you shook your head vehemently, tears streaming down your cheeks. How could he be so stupid as to not realize it was always going to be him? That there could never be another! That your heart had permanently etched his name upon itself and wasn't ready to let it be erased by the sands of time.

Desperately you reached out with your hands and grabbed handfuls of his white sweater, head shaking emphatically as if that would will the fate to change its course. Deny this bleak occurence from proceeding any further.

Xavier chuckled, the sound hollow and hopeless. His hands slowly came up to wrap around your back.

The aether core had been successfully removed from your heart nearly a month ago. And somehow he had known that doing so could inevitably lead up to this tragic conclusion. To the end of his own existence in your life. But he had been prepared for this outcome since long. And he would rather depart with the memory of your breathtaking smile than your tears of torment.

“It’s alright. My work here is finally done. No one will hurt you now.” He stroked your hair, his voice a soothing whisper in your dismal reality.

“NOOOO!! STOP SAYING THAT!” Your fist hit his chest in actual fear. But instead of the firmness of the muscles that you were used to, you felt the spot crack under the impact of your hit, as if his body was a mere shell of the strong fighter and protector you had always known.

Xavier smiled more genuinely this time.

When he had left you on Philos– the other you– he had hardened his heart and vowed to himself to never stray from his goal. And he had sworn to never allow himself the blissful distraction of falling for you– a different you– all over again during Mission Backtrack. But such was the twist of fate. And he was grateful for it. Grateful for the time he got to spend in your company. For the moments he was able to share with you. For the memories he'd take with him.

Separation was his second home now, the first always being you. So if he wasn't meant to be with you any longer, then he could at least make peace with this inevitable separation until he could return to you in the next life.

And he knew that with time you would heal as well. That despite your tears and agony in this moment, this too would pass. That you'd live a better, and happier life (albeit not with him). That you might even forget him in the coming days, the flow of time erasing his existence completely. Not just out of your memories but even from public records, rectifying this timeline entirely. He wasn't sure about that last bit but it was a possible outcome of his mission. A cruel yet fitting end. One that might aid you in leading a fuller life.

“Shhh..take a breath.” He rested his chin upon your head, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Liar!” You sobbed into his sweater.

“I’m not lying.”

“You are! You do lie to me..alot.”

“Not this time.” He pulled away from you and gazed earnestly into your eyes. “I will always watch over you.” He pointed a finger towards the sky. “From up there, twinkling the brightest amongst that sea of stars.”

You knew he would say something poetic like that. But his words didn't assure you in the slightest. You might be used to seeing him disappear for days on end but you were equally used to him always returning to your side. However, you knew this time would be the last. And your heart wasn't ready to part.

“There must be some other way.” You shook your head incessantly. “Something that can fix this. Some— that protocore! Maybe if I take it back..everything will go back to how it was. Or-or maybe we can use the core to help you..”

And Xavier had the audacity to laugh in your face. A mirthless, brittle sound. Shallow and forlorn.

“There’s no other way. This is it, little star.” Xavier spoke with a sense of finality. An urgency; the tone of his voice sounding as feeble as his breaths. “Now promise me..that every once in a while you’ll make time to eat hotpot and buy yourself a fresh bouquet of forget-me-nots. And then, every night as you'll look up at the sky, there I will be, shining radiantly just for you.”

Your body felt heavier with every word he spilled. There was barely anything left of him now, the glow of his skin becoming so intense that you were left with no choice but to shut your eyes, and rob yourselves of the fleeting moments you had left with him.

You sobbed uncontrollably. How were you supposed to make any promises when your lips could only let out cries of anguish?

But Xavier was unrelenting as ever. You felt him entwine his pinky finger with yours. “Promise me?”

You could only nod along.

And it was enough for him.

“Good.” He said, and you could imagine the relief that you heard in his voice.

His warm breath tickled your face then, his lips brushing against yours in a tender yet lingering kiss.

“Goodbye, Angel. Till we meet again.” He whispered like an eternal promise.

And you couldn't help yourself. You opened your teary eyes but it was already too late. His body was glowing yet dim. Like the last flickers of a dying star. And in the very next moment, he was gone. His body crumbled into innumerable shining fragments that got scattered away by the harsh blowing winds. And all that you were left with were a pair of keys to his apartment, the soft clothes that still smelled like him, some food coupons, and a small, star-shaped tassel that felt weirdly familiar.

And you wept, clutching the empty sweater tightly to your chest, wishing that it were all just a nightmare. And that if you kept your eyes shut long enough, you'd wake up in your bed, and find him right next to you.

Alas, nothing changed even after the passage of several minutes. And you wept some more until there were no more tears left to be spared.

And then, in the pitiful quiet of the otherwise peaceful night, you tilted your head and looked up at the sky, choosing to believe that he was indeed up there, watching over you, just as he had sworn in his last breaths.

“Goodbye, Xavier. Till we meet again.”

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[linos-luna]

Two Daddys are better than one❣️

Namjoon x fem!Reader x Bang Chan

Warnings: daddy kink, smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, lightly drunk sex with consent

Synopsis: you’ve been friends with Namjoon and Chan for quite some time and couldn’t help having a crush on the both of them. You couldn’t tell if either of them felt the same; you thought my maybe they just like you like a sister. They were always so caring and protective. After a birthday party the three of you are left tipsy and alone…

Namjoon

Chan

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Chan was cleaning himself up in the bathroom before coming back to the bedroom where you and Namjoon were waiting. You were removing a necklace and giggling at a text that popped up on your phone. Meanwhile, your friend Namjoon was sitting on your bed, also on his phone.

You turned around to show him the funny picture that was just sent to you and next thing you know, you’re on his lap, making out with him.

Chan came back in a bit stunned. He didn’t realize you liked Namjoon like that. He felt awkward and turned to leave.

“Channie, come here!” You broke the kiss and turned to look at him.

“Oh, I um… you can keep-…” he stumbled.

“Channie~” you whined, now getting off Namjoon’s lap and laying across the bed. “Take care of me…”

Both men looked at each other, seemingly contemplating their next move.

“Please…” You sat up in a bit of a daze. “Take care of me, daddy…”

They looked at each other trying to figure out who you just called daddy before getting on each side of you with a smirk on their faces.

“Daddy?” Namjoon said, holding your chin. “Who’s daddy? Me?”

You nodded before feeling Chan’s hand going under your dress now rubbing you over your panties. “Use your words, babygirl…”

“Yes daddy… both of you.” You replied, looking at both of them. “I want you both…”

Namjoon laid you down and leaned over you. “Wow, what a greedy girl you are.”

Chan slipped your panties off and spread your legs; he started kissing your inner thighs while Namjoon was kissing up your neck.

Namjoon was getting impatient and lifted your dress off, noticing that you’re not wearing a bra.

“She’s really teasing us, huh?” Chan said, looking up for a moment.

“She is…” Namjoon nodded and groped your breast. “You’re such a tease…. Don’t think we didn’t notice you earlier.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy…”

“Being all over us… grinding against me…” Chan said, now fingering you, inserting two fingers in. He was moving them in and out, relishing in your small moans. “Grinding on Namjoon too… are you even a good girl?”

“Christopher.” Namjoon suddenly snapped his fingers and gave Chan a stern look.

“Sorry… Hyung…”

“Hm… I don’t think you’re such a good girl…” Namjoon went back to you and smirked while kissing down to your breasts. “Bad girl, hm?”

“No! I’m not a bad girl…” you whined and gasp when Chan added a third finger.

“Really?” Namjoon pinched your nipple while Chan continued thrusting his fingers in and out.

“Daddy…” you said while bucking your hip. “I’m gonna cum!”

Before you could hit that high, Namjoon stopped and looked to Chan, causing him to pull out.

“Noooo!” You pouted.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum…” he said, shaking his head.

“Christopher, sit there. Y/n, on knees, in front of him.”

Namjoon’s demanding tone put the both of you into motion quickly. Chan also removed his pants when he noticed Namjoon undressing.

You got on all fours in front of Chan and Namjoon grabbed you by the hair.

“Now… you’re going to suck off Chan while I give you your punishment.” He said, going to your ear level. “Then maybe… I’ll consider letting you cum…”

You nod but yelp as he suddenly spanks you.

“Words!”

“Yes daddy!” You cry out, looking to Chan.

“Be a good girl…” Chan was definitely softer than Namjoon. He moves your hair out of your face and rubs your cheek.

You rub Chan’s cock and give some kitten licks before taking it completely in your mouth. As you got used to the position and sucking him off , you were met with another hash spank. You gasped, almost causing you to gag.

“Four more, babygirl…” Namjoon said before spanking you again on the same spot. It definitely stung and you made a muffled whine.

Meanwhile Chan was groaning with his head thrown back.

Namjoon gave you two more spanks on the other cheek, causing you to move forward and nearly choke on Chan’s cock. This caused him to moan and buck his hips in desperation. Once Namjoon delivered the last smack to your ass Chan hit his high; his head was thrown back and eyes closed.

“Are you going to be our good girl now?” Namjoon said softly.

“Y-yes, daddy…” You sat up on your knees and looked at him with glassy vision.

Namjoon was satisfied and pushed you back on your hands and knees, now removing his boxers and propping you up to this liking. Next thing you know he thrusts his cock In. Luckily for you, your pussy was already wet and prepped by Chan earlier.

Chan was recovering from his high and you thought it it be fun to tease him by sucking on the tip of his cock, causing him to whine..

Then as suddenly as he entered Namjoon started thrusting.

Your head was now on Chan’s lap as he gently played with your hair. A big contrast from namjoon practically railing you into the bed.

“Daddy! Daddy please!” He hit your sweet spot multiple times, causing you to moan out incoherent sentences. “Fuck— fuck! Fuck!”

“You like this? You like this, you dumb dirty slut?!” Namjoon teased while reaching for your clit.

“Yes daddy!” You were practically crying at this point. “Daddy let me cum! Please please please!”

Both of the men loved the sound of you begging.

“Go ahead, babygirl.”

And with that you came, causing Namjoon to do so right after, This orgasm was intense and exhausting so you laid on Chan’s lap to catch your breath. There was a moment of calm before you were suddenly flipped onto your back.

“Did you think we were done?” Chan said with a tease in his voice.

“Daddy has to clean his baby up…”

You couldn’t even answer and instead whined a little as you looked at the men looming over you.

Chan went down to your thighs, spreading your legs again. He started eating you out like a starved man causing you to arch your back. It was overstimulating and your eyes were rolled back.

“D-daddy!” You cried out , bucking your hips.

Chan held your hips down as Namjoon turned your head to the side.

“You enjoying this, babygirl?” He said in a teasing voice while holding onto your chin. “You’re such a greedy girl…”

He bent down to kiss you deeply, tangling his fingers in your curly hair. His kisses became sloppy, drool going down your chin. He bit at your lip and inserted tongue. He was also pinching at your nipples, making you feel very overstimulated and uncontrollably moaning and whining.

You moaned into his mouth, gripping the sheets as Chan continued kissing and sucking at your wetness.

“D-daddy-…! D-da… please! I have to-… I- I-…” You let go of Namjoon’s mouth and gasped. You couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“Go ahead, babygirl…”

You then let go. Chan lapped up your cum and kissing up your stomach, holding onto your waist.

“Good girl… such a good girl…” Chan gasped.

Namjoon rubbed your flushed cheek and wiped your tears. “Good girl indeed…”

“Christopher.” Namjoon said looking at the younger man. “Kiss her. You were a good boy too.”

Chan blushed at that, obediently climbing up to your lips.

You were barely coherent as he kissed you but you eventually started kissing back while grabbing onto his hair. Chan also couldn’t help groping you.

Namjoon dressed himself while watching you both, finding you so hot in this weakened form.

Once Chan was satisfied he got up and put his boxers back on as Namjoon went through your drawers to find some panties. He found a cute purple pair with a little whale on it and slipped them on you.

Afterwards, they laid on each side of you. You cuddled into their brace, buring your face into Namjoon’s chest while Chan kissed your back and shoulders.

“You want to sleep now, baby?”

“Mmm…” that’s all you could get out before drifting off. The two men chuckled and continued holding you until falling asleep themselves.

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This was a self indulgent, un proofread birthday gift to myself 😅

I’m working on all the requests! I’ll be posting them this week ☺️