#but it was wild. I kinda couldn't tell when I stopped dancing with one and started with the other lol they looked so similar

[reineabeillexo]

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Bonjour, tumblr!

Halloween isn't very big over here in France, but I'll never turn down an opportunity to dress up all cute. We don't have a lot of candy giving out (that's pretty American), but there were some fun costume parties going on. Here's me as your guardian angel coming to bless your dash 🤍

What did you all go as? 🎃

[dorkydiaz]

CAN I GO WHERE YOU GO? 920 words | bucktommy | 7x06 coda a/n: look it me! i wrote something :P just a soft little thing that i couldn't stop thinking about <3 idek how long it has been since i published something episode related lol so be kind and gentle if you please<3 title is kinda just what fit best lol, enjoy!

Buck twirls his niece around as music plays quietly over a speaker, barely loud enough to hear over the quiet chatter. He swings her up and deposits her next to her newly-wed parents, and they look perfect. Buck remembers the reception of her first wedding, his cheeks didn’t hurt from smiling then, they do now, and by the looks of it so do Maddie’s. 

“You might want to–” she points toward the chair in the corner that holds his beast of a boyfriend, a bottled water coming dangerously close to slipping from his exhaustion-induced slack grip. 

“I should get him home, the adrenaline has worn off. I love you both so much, and you,” he ruffles Jee’s hair and leans in for a group hug, placing a kiss in his sister's hair. If he thinks too hard about everything he might cry, so he leaves unsaid and squeezes her tight hoping she understands. 

He takes the water bottle from Tommy’s hands and stands between his legs, gently cupping his cheek, “Hey, you are exhausted, let’s get you home. I’ll drive you.” 

And Tommy looks up at him through his eyelashes– how had Buck not noticed those before now? 

“You don’t have to– you should stay here. I’m sure Maddie–” 

“What she wants is for me to get you home safely, and visiting hours are almost over anyway.”

He can see Tommy trying to come up with a rebuttal, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something and then gives up.

Buck grabs Tommy’s turnout coat from the back of the chair, folding it over his arm and taking Tommy’s hand in his. 

“Congratulations again you two,” Tommy says as enthusiastically as he can before they turn toward the door.

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Buck is awkwardly sitting at a table in the common area of Harbor. It feels weird to be in another station without his reason for being there within sight. Tommy had assured him that it was okay for him to sit, and if anyone gave him trouble to tell them that he was there with him. 

“Buckley! What are you doing here?” a familiar voice nearly makes him jump out of his seat. 

“Lu-Lucy! Hi.” 

She stands behind the chair across from him, leaning on her elbows on the top of the chair. And she actually waits for him to answer. 

“I-I’m waiting for Tommy. Had to swing by to drop off his turnouts and get his bag.”

Her brow crinkles a little and she cocks her head, “his shift ended hours ago?” 

“He uhhh, he came to Maddie and Chimney’s wedding. He’s pretty exhausted so I’m driving him home.” 

“He went to a wedding after that fire? In his turnouts?”

“It was at the hospital, wild story really. And I asked him to be there, so he was.” he blushes a little as he watches her do a little math. 

“Donato! Are you bullying Evan?” Buck can hear the smile on Tommy’s lips as he feels his hand land on his shoulder. He looks up at his boyfriend, and Tommy leans down, giving him a light kiss on his cheek. He looks a little brighter after rinsing off in the station showers and changing back into his Henley. 

“I was wondering why you had table privileges,” she smiles. “So, Chim finally got hitched huh, tell him and Maddie congrats for me.”

“Will do,” Buck smiles at her, and she walks away toward what he assumes is the snack cabinet. “Let’s get out of here and you into bed huh?” 

“You read my mind.” 

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There’s a stillness in the car as they sit in Tommy’s driveway. 

“Evan, come inside. You’ve had a long stressful day too.” 

It’s like Tommy is inside his head, he doesn’t want to be alone tonight, not when he didn’t have to be. 

“And if the texts you sent me last night are any indication, you also did it all while hungover which I’m sure wasn’t all that pleasant. And, besides, you still owe me at least one dance.” 

“You are practically falling asleep sitting up and you want to dance?” 

“It’s what I was promised.” 

TOmmy reaches over the console between them, turning Buck’s face toward him, leans in and kisses him in earnest. Not quite as intense as their greeting earlier and not as gentle as their first. “Just come inside please,” he says just above a whisper against his lips. 

“Okay.” 

—

Buck takes in Tommy’s little house, it’s cozy with some of its years showing. 

“You can move past the entryway Evan. Just take your shoes off.” 

“Oh,” he replies softly, barely having noticed that he was slightly frozen. He toes off his shoes.

“C’mere,” Tommy holds out his hand, a song that Buck doesn’t know the name of softly drifting from the speakers. He lands in his boyfriend’s arms and it feels like it’s exactly where he is supposed to be. One hand on his neck, the other clasped together in Tommy’s, his other hand resting on his waist. It’s mostly quiet as they sway in the middle of the small living room. 

“You know, I never really got the whole hot firefighter thing until I saw you walk through those doors?” 

“You really are adorable.” Tommy smiles.

“Thank you for today. It means a lot that you did really try your damndest and succeeded.” He says earnestly. 

“Of course. It was important to you.” 

And Buck can’t help but kiss him for that, and he does, because he can. 

[liveforjeongin]

hello! I'd like to request (if you want, of course) a lee hyunjin with ler lino and/or ler chan (or you can pick the ler/lers). i love the idea of hyunjin being the best and cutest lee oml😭 i'm so soft for it

also since i'm here i want to tell you that i really like your blog and your stories :) i hope you have a nice day !! <3

Cute

Okay this is so cute I'm gonna die of cuteness overload

Thanks for the request anon<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: nibbles, raspberries, kinda short I think💔

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Skz were on the practice room of the company, getting ready to record the dance practice of their song "Maniac", but this time in 'Zombie Version'

Members were all ready, the camera started to record, the music to sound, and the members to dance

Around the first minute of the song, during Seungmin's part, Hyunjin had to do a step with Changbin of getting back to back, opportunity the older took to tickle Hyun a little

This occasionated Hyunjin to giggle a bit and kneel down on the floor, as it was expected

The two oldest members in the group found Hyunjin's reaction really cute and endearing, making them want to see more of that.... Maybe they could try later...

After finishing the recording, all the members changed their clothes, removed their makeup, and went to their dorms to take a shower and remove any rests of makeup on their body

In the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, Hyunjin was the first one to go take the shower, and in the maknaes+Minho dorm, it was Seungmin

In the meanwhile, Chan and Minho were texting each other. Chan, in his oldest, leader and almost dad position, wanted to know if they arrived well, and Minho, being the second oldest, was his kid-in-charge in the other dorm

They kept talking, one thing led to another, and they ended up planing on how to wreck Hyunjin together

Oops...

About one hour later, in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, a knock on the door was heard. Chan opened, knowing who it was.

Han and Changbin were currently sleeping. Hyunjin was on his bedroom, scrolling through his phone on... Who knows? When his hyungs entered

"Hi Hyunjinnie~" Minho said as sat down on Hyun's bed, followed by Chan

"Hey hyung. What are you doing here? You usually don't come to visit us"

"Minho came today cause we both couldn't stop thinking on something we wanted to try out... And it envolves you" Chan said as smiled innocently

"Me? What you need me for?" Hyunjin put his phone away

"You know... Today at the recording? Changbin tickled you during Seungmin's part, and I have to admit your giggle was really cute, so we wanted to hear more of it~" Minho replied, in a slight teasy tone

"W-Wait what? You're gonna-? No. No no no no no. No. Hyungs, please no... Don't do this to me!" Hyunjin begged

"Awww, but Hyunnie, you're too cute to not tickle you!" The oldest said as started to lightly tickle Hyunjin's belly under his shirt

"N-Nohohoho Channie hyuhuhung!" The youngest between the three started giggling and squirming a bit at the light tickling, looking extremely cute at his hyungs' eyes

"Awwww, look at you! You're so cute~ And you're really ticklish too, of course~" Minho teased while tickled the ferret boy's neck, he wasn't much ticklish there, but they could still get some cute giggles out of him on that spot

Hyunnie couldn't help but blush at the pointing out of his ticklishness, making his hyungs coo at him.

Soon enough, Minho and Chan stopped being gentle with their lee. Suddenly Chan lift Hyunjin's arms up above his head, while Minho sat on his hip and started tickling Hyunjin's armpits, not much gently to be honest

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HYUNG! HYUNG HYUNG LEHEHEHEHEE KNOW HYHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEHEASE MEHERCY!"

"Awwww, Lee Know is being mean to our Hyunjinnie?" Chan teased as did his best to reach Hyunjin's side, squeezing, poking and scribbling there, doing his best to wild the poor lee crazy

"CHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAN HYUNG NOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Hyun's eyes filled with tears, they were killing him

"Hyung, can you take over his armpits? There's one more thing I want to try" Minho asked his only hyung, sitting now on Hyunjin's thighs and lifting up his shirt, as Chan nodded and left the younger's side alone to sat on his hands, keeping his arms up but setting his own hands free, to be able to tickle Hyunjin's armpits properly

Hyunjin was breathing hard, thankful to have a least a minute of rest. He was so lost in his own thoughts that didn't notice when Minho took a deep breath and blew it on his tummy til he felt his lips already against his skin

Chan took this as a sign and went to the town on Hyunjin's armpits, wilding the younger completely mad

Hyunjin laughed, moved his head and kicked his legs like crazy when Minho started to change between nibbling and blowing raspberries all over his belly while squeezing his hips and Chan kept on tickling his armpits

Tears fell down his cheeks, wetting his neck. His face was red and his mind couldn't think of anything more than the tingling feeling expanding all over his body... He felt so weak, but so happy at the same time

Soon, Hyunnie's laugh went silent, and his hyungs slowed down the pace of the tickles, til finally stopping

Chan layed Hyunjin's head down on his lap, stroking his hair and rubbing his tummy to ease the ghost tickles and calm the younger down a bit. Hyunjin couldn't stop smiling and could've sworn that was the best thing that's ever happened to him

"Were we too rough on you? I'm sorry, you were too cute to resist" Minho commented while ruffling Hyunjin's hair a bit and smiling down at the ferret boy

Hyunjin shook his head, smiling widely "It was fine, I... Actually enjoyed it a lot" admitted, blushing when the olders cooed at his words

"You're the cutest member to tickle, being honest" Chan praised, causing Hyunjin to blush a bit more

Hyun soon fell asleep in his hyung's lap, which didn't bother Chan at all, and Minho left the dorm after some minutes watching the younger sleep

Even asleep he looked cute...

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Motivation hits hard

And honestly I loved writting this one😭 (Hyunjin is mi favorite lee, what can I say?)

Everyone, remember requests still open sooo if you want me to write something just send it on my asks on in dms :3

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello 👋 can i request a scenario or a short story on how eyeless jack, masky and hoodie meet SO (separately pls) thank you :DD

There weren't any pronouns specified so I just used GN ones, I hope that's ok!

Thank you for requesting!

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Eyeless Jack

Jack goes out on runs a lot. Due to his demon nature, sometimes he just needs to let loose and let his instincts run wild for a bit. This specific time though, he went a little bit off the path he normally goes. Instead of running around the woods around Slender's mansion, he decides to go further and further until he finds himself in a city.

At this point his adrenaline has worn off, and now he's just confused. Where is he? How does he get back home? He didn't know that there even was a city this close to the mansion. Either way, he can likely just smell his way back home, so he decides to explore a bit.

As he's walking around, he looks around at different store's windows, stopping at a particularly lit up one, especially for so late in the night. He peers into the window to find a person asleep at the counter of the store. He steps back to look up at the sign of the store. "Generic gas station name, open 24/7...huh." He mutters to himself as he steps forward to look at this person again.

As he looks at you, something primal in him sparks. It's a need to protect, and love you, and to make sure you are his eternally.

The sun is coming up, and he still needs to rest before heading out to work again, so he makes a mental note of the gas station you work at, as well as the name on your name tag. "Y/n..." he whispers, speeding off before the sun can rise.

Masky/Tim

As per usual, Slender tells Tim he's working too hard and needs to take it easy. Well, if he can't work what else is Tim supposed to do? I'll tell you what, dear reader, he goes to a bar. He was only going to drop by just to treat himself, but all of those plans are ruined the second he sees you.

My god you are the most gorgeous being he's ever seen in his life. And he looks like shit right now. He knows he'll never see you again if he lets this opportunity slide, so he makes his way over to talk to you, pushing aside drunken couples and dancing maniacs that are practically falling all over themselves. Fun fact, he did not in fact think about what he was going to say to you when he does approach you, so as he stands in front of you, he looks terrifying.

A beefy, 6'4" man, whom reeks of whisky and cigarettes, and also looks like he could pick you up and throw you against the wall with ease? And he's staring at you menacingly? Yeah, not the best first impression. But as he stares at you, he finally seems to find his words and say "Hi, I'm Tim." You look him up and down. "Hello." you say. "You're really pretty." He blurts out, like an idiot. Despite how creepy this should sound, you can't help but giggle at his words. This guy looks like an overgrown dork now that you've gotten a good look at him.

"Thanks." You say, biting your lip with a smile. This is the start of a very interesting friendship, you can tell.

Hoodie/Brian

Brian isn't a very social guy. He sticks to Tim for the most part, and he doesn't really try to meet new people. Fortunately, you just kinda fell into his lap. There are other businesses in the underworld, just like Slender's. Extermination companies, if you will. Every few months, there are meetings between different businesses, and representatives are selected. Hoodie was one of the 3 selected from Slender's company, and you were one of the 3 from another company.

He couldn't help but stare at you through the meetings, thankful his mask covers his gaze. And when he learned your companies would be working together? He was ecstatic. Every chance he gets to be with you, he takes.

He's very quiet, which was a bit odd to you at first, but you figured everyone has different comfort zones. He was also really helpful in teaching you how to use different weapons.

He's a true gentleman with you, treating you like fine China that could break st the slightest touch. He really wants you to think highly of him, so he does his best to impress you when he gets the chance, practically begging slender to allow him to do his work with you, even though you're from another company.

Slender catches on pretty fast on how his employees feel, and he wants what's best for them, so expect Slender to be around you a lot as well, making sure you won't hurt Brian, and of course making sure you wouldn't do anything to hurt his company. It's a bet of a tight squeeze, but eventually you and Brian are able to spend more time together, your relationship ever building.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I didn't forget!!! This idea is gonna drive me crazy.

Warnings: stripping, dancing, a club, bi panic, Valentino, gyrating. Tell me if I missed anything. (Also yes I cut off the dance I'm the fic. My brain can only describe so much)

Summary: Mal was relieved (and a bit confused) when she found her best friend was in hell. It meant she wasn't alone anymore. Apparently aponi had been there for almost a year prior to mal joining her. Aponi got Mal a job working for Valentino at his club. Tonight, Mal finally gets to witness her best friend's performance... which was a surprising one considering Mal has only ever seen Aponi do ballet.

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"Hey Lills!" Mal called as she plopped herself on the couch in Aponi's dressing room.

"Hey Mal! How's your day off?" Aponi asked as she applied makeup, getting ready for a show.

"Pretty good. Kinda just sat in bed all day," Mal replied as she pulled out her phone, scrolling through sinstagram.

"Lucky you!" Aponi teased as she looked at Mal through her mirror. "You gonna stay for my performance?" She asked, completely and honestly expecting Mal to say 'no'.

Mal shrugged. "Sure why not. All you do is ballet anyways," she stated, half joking, half telling the truth.

Aponi tolled her eyes. "You say that like it's bad," she stated as she walked behind her dressing board.

"Its not! It's just ALL you do," Mal replied, a hint of humor in her voice.

Aponi emerged, a robe wrapped around her so she wouldn't be cold from the lingerie she was wearing.

She said nothing, only rolled her eyes.

..........

Mal was able to get a good seat, not in the front or back. Just perfect. She'd be able to see the whole show.

The lights flickered before turning off, save from a few orange ones on the stage to illuminate the dark outline of the dancers as they took their places on stage.

"Now ladies and gentle demons! Our star attraction of the night! Aponi Wiiiings!!!!" The announcer yelled as the music started and the lights blasted on.

Mal's breath caught in her throat as she saw her best friend in the skimping clothing she's ever worn.

Aponi moved her hips sensually to the rhythm of the music, the crowd cheering loudly as she moved to the beat before straightening up and walking confidently to the front of the stage, placing her hands on her breasts to the beat of the music, her background dancers doing the same.

Mal's eyes widened.

This was the girl who went to church every Sunday with her mother, who never snuck out, who always did her homework.

Jesus christ

Mal thought to herself as she caught herself staring at her best friend in a not so 'best friend' way.

Aponi turned around, removing her entire robe and throwing it into the crowd of horny demons who all looked at her ass as she walked rhythmically.

She turned back around, swinging her hair as she ran her hands through it.

As the dance continued Mal couldn't help but rake her eyes over her best friend's figure.

Nope! No! Stop! Best friend! That's all she is!

Mal thought to herself as she watched Aponi's performance.

The dance went on, almost torturous for Mal as Aponi practically folded herself I. Half before standing back up again, dancing to the beat.

Mal looked down only to notice the very VERY high heels Aponi was wearing.

Goddamn.... if she breaks an ankle on stage that's her fault....

Mal thought to herself some more with a chuckle.

Aponi moved so she was kneeling on the stage, the demons went wild with cheers before she whipped her hair around.

Mal winced at how much that must hurt....

Aponi continued to dance on the floor, the movements of her hips almost the most mesmerizing thing about the dance.

As aponi stood up to her full height again with ease, Mal let out a cheer for her best friend. Mostly for not tripping in the heels, but also because goddamn this was a good dance.

Aponi danced more, moving back down to the ground as she messed with her hair.

And just on beat, she threw herself back, her back arching and her hands on her heels, her body making a 'c' shape as the lights flashed orange.

"WOO!" Mal cheered at the move, trying to suppress the thoughts she was having about her best friend... suppressing the thoughts shes ALWAYS had for her best friend.....

As the music continued, aponi stood up from the ground before walking to the back of the stage again, her background dancers following her.

Aponi looks up with a smirk before the lyrics begin again.

.........

Mal ran backstage after the show.

"Okay what the actual FUCK?!?!?" Mal exclaimed with a wide smile. "Where the hell did THAT come from?!?!?" She practically yelled as she sat next to her best friend on the couch.

"A hear is a long time! I had pretty good training!" Aponi replied with a chuckle as she took off her heels.

"I have NEVER seen something so hot in my entire life or death!" Mal exclaimed.

Aponi giggled. "Thanks!"

Mal sat there for a second, staring at Aponi- Lilly.... Mal was debating something.....

Until Aponi spoke up.

"Oh! I've been wanting to introduce you to someone!" Aponi stated as she took her earrings out.

"Oh? Who?" Mal asked.

And just in the nick of time, a knock sounded on the door only for it to burst open to reveal the radio demon.

"Hey Al!" Aponi smiled before turning to Mal. "Mal, this is my boyfriend, Alastor! Alastor, this is Mal, my best friend!" Aponi stated as she stood up, kissing Alastor on the cheek.

Mal's heart practically broke, the peices sinking down into her stomach.

"Ah! It's very nice to meet you my dear!" The radio demon stated with a large, fake, smile.

Mal took a deep breath and put on a fake smile of her own before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you too!" She stated.

[sylix-royalty]

Jemily Prompt 40.

Mostly because neither are the type to admit to help/vulnerability.

So true, Anon, so true. #40: I need you

Type: Hurt/Comfort typea feel

Warning: Talks of being dead/self-doubt

Enjoy under the cut!

Emily was struggling. She was reaching a breaking point that she wasn't sure she could pull herself from. Things kept popping up from her past, threatening the home she was building herself, and the new family she was making, and she couldn't stop it. She wasn't strong enough to prevent it, she thought it was over when Doyle died, but it's never over. It'll never be over. Not until she's dead.

She kept finding herself staring in the mirror. She's a fighter, she won't give up, but this was getting exceptionally more difficult to fight, and fight, and fight. She could run, and protect her new family that way. But she was so tired of running. Maybe she was paranoid. Maybe nothing was wrong, she couldn't tell. Her brain was too wild to tell. Could she ever be free from the secrets of who she was? Who she is?

A knock at her door pulled her away from the mirror. She was on edge, so with her gun in hand, she slowly made her way over, looking into the peephole. With a soft breath, she set the firearm in her belt, unlocking the door and letting it swing open for the one person who always seemed to make her feel her safest. JJ.

"Hey, you weren't answering calls," JJ said gently, following Emily into the apartment. "I wanted to know... are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I got a phone call and it kinda spooked me," She admitted softly.

"Why, who was it from?" JJ asked, crossing her arms.

"No one important, what'd you want to know?" Emily asked, taking her gun out of her belt and setting it aside, trying to make it seem nonchalant.

"Emily," JJ whispered, "You promised we'd start being more honest with one another."

"JJ," Emily whispered.

"Please just talk to me," JJ said, "Emily, we can figure this out. I can see you, I can tell you're dancing around idea's up there, I can see you're scared. You need to stop pushing people away, stop pushing me away."

"I'm not really sure of his name, but I know he's one of Doyle's old friends," Emily whispered. "God, JJ I just... I wanted to protect all from this, and I thought that with Doyle dead, that would've been the end of it, or that he himself killed all of those people. I can't keep bringing these people who could kill you-"

"You're not going anywhere, Emily," JJ whispered. "You've, you've been gone enough. Okay? Whatever it is, whoever it is, we will fight with you. We need you here, Em. I need you here... with me... okay?"

"I need you too," Emily whispered, opening her arms as JJ came in for a hug, squeezing the blond tightly. "More than you'll ever know."

[broodsys]

btw had another weird very thematic dream

post-apoc. kinda graphic?

so i was with a small group and we were trying to find a place to settle - lots of ppl were gone for some reason that wasn't clear in the dream, but yeah, whole societies had crumbled and the ppl who were left were trying to make it on our own

we ended up nearby this thick forest and were going to camp just at the edge of it when we came across this person who had clearly been killed by wild animals while he'd been sleeping. something happened that was vague dream logic that made us realize these fucking rats would come out en masse overnight and devour everything? so we were like, hm, maybe we WON'T camp here - but we still had to stop for a while so we just rested during the daytime

at one point for some reason we had to eat one of the rats? and i was vegetarian in the dream, too, so i was like. struggling to eat this damn thing on so many levels, one major one being that i knew it'd make me sick bc i wasn't used to consuming meat anymore and it'd be a waste of the already-scarce food. but i ate it :c gross.

then we found this house that still had some electricity and water (like... stored? idk. dream logic.) and we were living quite decently in it until another group came along. we had several kids in our group and this new group had quite a number of kids, but the adults of the new group were a lot more hardcore than we were. couldn't rly blame them, they were trying to protect their ppl, but they scared us and we tried to lock down the house so they'd just bypass us (as if, lmao...)

so ofc that uh Did Not Work. and when we realized it wouldn't work i went to a window and opened it and just talked to this woman who seemed to be their leader. and it was so strange. bc i was like, hey, two of you can come inside and take water and use the oven/stove (why?) if you need to, but then you have to leave. and she was like well i appreciate that, but also no, we're going to take this place. and i was like well we'll defend it then and is it really worth fighting over it? and she was like, well, yeah, we need a place to keep our people.

like it was SUCH a civil conversation through a window about the to-the-death fight we were both gearing up for. she's just like i'm sorry and it's nothing personal, but yeah, we're going to kill all of you and take this house. and i could tell it rly WASN'T personal.

and then for some fucking reason their kids were inside our house and i put on a dvd of a jazz concert and there was... a dance...? that a lot of the kids knew but i also knew so i performed it in front of the kids and their adults to try and like, idk, humanize us to them?

and then i woke up. so.

shrug emoji???

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Pepa has a praise kink. Just look at her, she absolutely melts into a puddle when Félix praises her. I’d love to see this in action, please.

Aye I gotchu 👍 let's get some Pepa praise in a bitch.

Birthday's in a Madrigal household were KINDA a big deal, especially when its the original triplets. It was an all day event, literally only stopping till it was well into the night. Not that Pepa minded, if it were up to her, she'd party till the sun came up. But with Julieta being tired and Bruno having a small limit for social interaction, the party unfortunately had to end. Well, sort of. As Félix took her back up to her room, this crazy woman was still trying to dance, body working on autopilot and barely avoiding things in the hallway. He laughed, trying not to be too loud as he twirled her, keeping her from breaking a vase and probably waking up the exhausted members of the family.

"You're WILD Pepi!! It's like you never stop!"

With strength that'd make Luisa jealous, she yanked him right towards her, a smirk on her lips. Pepa didn't drink alcohol anymore, but this woman was absolutely drunk off the party atmosphere. Enough to make her frisky anyway, given the hand on his ass.

"Why would I WANT to? It's not midnight YET, it's still mi cumpleaños!"

He was a gentleman as he pushed her door open for her, helping get this beautiful woman inside her room. He put his hand at her hip, which automatically made her wrap her arms around him.

"I love how you love your birthdays. Most women hate their birthdays, they feel old."

"Oye- I'm fifty three now, I AM old! But you're old too, and you haven’t gotten ugly. Not yet, anyway."

He snorted. He had one or two or drink, so he was just a BIT goofier than usual. Not too much though, he wanted enough of a clear head to be present with his wife, in this moment.

"You will NEVER be ugly. Ever. Look at you. Give Papi a spin, let him look at you~"

He helped her give him a slow spin, and he whooped loudly, acting as if they hadn't been married for over thirty years.

"Ay, you're stupid, Félix."

"And you're GORGEOUS Pepa! Look at you! Dios, I can't believe I got to MARRY you!"

She chuckled into her palm, crying out in gleeful surprise as his body weight sent her onto her bed, with him on top of her. They were giggly, blushing messes, and his heart couldn't feel more complete. He felt himself lean into her hand like a cat, and if he could, he'd be purring.

"I love you, Félix. I have the best husband."

"You really do. Especially since I have a birthday gift for you~"

THAT got her excited, he could tell from the rainbows over her pretty little head.

"Oh oh oh! Is it chocolates?"

Félix snorted, shaking his head.

"Pepa, you got chocolates as most of your gifts. How much more do you need?"

"All of it. Literally all of it."

If he could, he'd give her all the chocolate the world could offer. Really, he would. He sat up a bit, holding one of her hands in his.

"How about tomorrow, I take you to the Merchant's square? We can go see Gunter, and you buy WHATEVER candy you want from him. On me."

"Isn't it all so expensive?"

"Oh absolutely, he charges up the ass- but for you? Worth it. Though if you wanna get me a discount, show a bit of cleavage-"

"Félix."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Seriously though, that'll be part two of your gift."

She raised a brow at him, clearly suspicious.

"And what's part one?"

"Part one, is me telling you all the things I LOVE about you. I made a whole list and everything."

With her free hand, she put her hand over her chest, clearly flattered.

"Aw, Félix. You made a list? For me?"

"Of course! I have it right...uh, I think I paid Bruno twenty pesos to eat it."

She wanted to laugh, but settled for a small sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry, what? WHY would you do that?"

"I was a few drinks in, and I thought it'd be funny. It was, he like, swallowed it whole. It was impressive."

"See, this is why you can't drink tequila."

He raised a finger at her, slightly scowling.

"Hey, YOUR mamá keeps offering to drink off with me. And that woman can put drink me under the table, hijole!"

He loved her family. Her hard working sister, her weird little brother, her sassy and strict mother. She folded her arms over her chest, nose up in the air in a sense of displeasure.

"So, no list?"

"No no no, you're getting a list. It just won't be organized worth a shit. Trust me, I don't REALLY need it. Not for you. Hell, I'll start now. I love your hair."

He gently carressed her braid in his hand, making sure not to damage a single lock of hair of hair on his head. She still tried to look unimpressed, but he knew he was already getting to her, based on how he was looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Go on."

"I love how soft it is. I love how long it is. I love watching you put it up in the morning, I love how it clings to you when you're sweaty or just got out of the shower. I love how it moves when you dance,"

His fingers slowly trickled up her braid, and the second his nails hit her scalp, he watched her just melt under his touch.

"I love how when I touch it just right, you melt under me. Como un gato bonito~"

He kissed the hair on the top of her head, ever so gently pulling on the hair in his hand, just a bit. She sighed dreamily into it, clearly basking in his touch.

"You're cheating. You're so cheating."

"You're just mad because you like it~...now, about your face. Where do I START with your face?"

He cupped her face in his hand, studying her fearures for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"I'd punch anyone else for saying that, you know."

"I love how your brows furrow when you act grumpy. I love your eyebrows, even though you hate them."

"I do, they're bushy."

"I mean something else is bushy, never hear you talk shit about that-"

"Félix."

He tried not to snort as he held his hands up in defense.

"Just saying, I love them. Your eyebrows. Your beautiful eyelashes, your nose, your cheeks, and your lips...ay Pepa, tus labios~"

He couldn't resist a kiss. Another one. Another. He unfortunately had to close his eyes after who knows many kisses, in order to fully enjoy them. They tasted like chocolates and various mocktails. He LOVED it. He opened his eyes after a moment, sighing dreamily at his absolutely gorgeous wife.

"You have the softest lips. They're softer than any cloud, any flower. Everytime I kiss them, I think to myself, 'so this is love'."

Her poor face was misting now, she was trying to hide in her pillows. It was precious, watching those red cheeks through them, like a lighthouse through a fog. He held onto her hand, and ever so slowly trailed kisses up her arm. From her shoulder, to the tips of her fingers.

"And tus manos. Your fingers are so long, your nails are always perfect. I could hold your hands forever. I ever tell you which fingers are my favorite?"

"...no."

Still embarrassed. Still beautiful.

"Your ring finger is one. Seeing it on your finger, knowing it means you're mine, Pepa I still have to pinch myself."

He kissed the gold band, once, twice, thrice. The coolness against her soft, warm skin was to die for.

"And the second one?"

"Your middle. I've seen you start fights with these, it's incredible."

"Like that one woman at the bar?"

He chuckled as he kissed that finger, recalling the moment.

"Oh I remember that. Pepa, you ACTUALLY elbow dropped a woman, we're still not allowed at that bar."

"She deserved it. She kept flirting with you, the middle finger was a warning that she did NOT listen to."

"It was so impressive, I couldn't stop you. Seriously, even the bouncer stepped the fuck back."

They both snorted at the thought. Pepa was passionate in everything she did, including violence. He lifted himself up a bit, in order to kiss her chest.

"Your heart is beautiful too. You love with EVERYTHING that you are."

"...if you need to take off my dress to continue, you can take it off."

"Gracias, Pepi."

It took a little bit of movement for him to get her out of it, but when he did, he whistled, and whistled loudly.

"And your body. Such soft skin,"

He leaned down to kiss between her breasts, finding comfort in the soft material of her yellow bra. Women had such lovely, such soft clothes, he loved it.

"So smooth, it's like god carved you by hand. And he painted you with so many lovely, lovely freckles. He thought you were so beautiful, he trapped the stars right onto you."

"You talk too much, Félix..."

She acted so confident sometimes, but even the most brazen woman needed to be told how lovely she was. He kissed down her lovely stomach, with the patience of a saint, taking in slow, soft inhales of her practically glowing skin. He could tell she was aroused, given her slightly shakey breath, given the way sweat clung to his lips at every kiss. Sweet, but salty. If Pepa were a dessert, she'd be something light, with a dash of sea salt carmel. He chuckled, hands softly cupping her thighs now, kissing JUST above that lovely underwear.

"You're too modest. I'm only telling you facts. I could kiss every freckle on your body, all night long, and I'd still be unable to reach them all."

He made a good attempt though, kissing at freckle after freckle on her stomach, hip, and to be a tease, her thighs. She was starting to squirm now, hip ever so lightly trying to buck into his mouth.

"Félix..."

"Easy, mami. I'm getting there. I also love your legs. God they're so long, so smooth. I LOVE seeing them when you dance. I love seeing them when you walk, or even when you stomp. They're so gorgeous- there's no other legs like these in the entire Encanto."

He hoisted one leg over his shoulder as he slowly trailed his kisses up her leg, stopping just shy of her feet. From here, he could see just a damp spot on her underwear, ever growing from his tempting affections. He switched legs, now kissing downward, mumbling about her legs seemed to go on for miles. Then, he was face to face with the cute little cloth, so tempted to just dive in headfirst.

"Félix please-"

"Shh. I'm not done. I love this part too. Ever seen I was a teenager, I've been interested in whats up the skirt of pretty girls. But Pepa...when I first tasted you. I knew I didn't want anyone else. You're like a drink of water after a long, exhausting day in the desert. You remember that one time, we were at the library, and I was 'helping you study'?"

Her cheeks were so red at the memory, he had to fan away some fog from her face to get a proper look at her.

"You're an awful study partner. Everytime I tried to read you'd pull up my skirt como un pervertido."

"You looked cute. Especially when you wore the one with little lemons on them-oh you made me so hungry. You still do. Only, it's SO much worse now."

She gripped onto his hair, trying to prompt him forward. She hated waiting.

"Is it? You were AWFUL then. Under the desk...touching me. I ruined a perfectly good chair that day."

"It's what the chair would've wanted, I'm sure."

He chuckled. He hooked a thumb over her panties, parting it to the side. It revealed a hairy, sopping wet pussy, with its juices slowly seeping onto the poor sheets below.

"Ay Pepita...you know just seeing this, it makes my heart race. You're so beautiful. All this gorgeous hair, all these wet folds...Pepa, you're a man's dream. You're MY dream."

He covered his head as it started to gently sprinkle. Oh, the poor thing was starting to tear up now.

"Félix...you mean that, don't you?"

"Si. Every word. You sometimes think you're a problem, with your gift and all, but the only woe you’ve ever caused me, is leaving the room without taking me with you. Te amo, Pepa. I can say it till my voice gives out."

"Or you could stop being a tease and TOUCH ME."

Little bit of thunder came with that one. Holy SHIT he loved this woman. Not patient to save her life. He hummed in thought, figuring he had been TOO sweet for his firey wife.

"You're also a lot of talk. Which is cute~"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. You just like yip yip yipping, like a chihuahua. It's cute. You'd think you'd just make me, but-"

"Escucha pequeña mierda- you want me to make you, I'll MAKE YOU."

She grabbed onto his head, keeping it still, and practically suffocated him with her wet pussy. Good lord, his cock was throbbing in his poor pants. He was about to lift himself up for a second, to thank her, but she refused to relent, keeping his face right there.

"Keep talking. You had a whole list, figure it out."

So be it. As his wife rode his face, as he loudly slurped and sucked, as he fucked her tight pussy with his big, thick tongue, he continued. He mumbled over her beauty, over her larger than life personality, over her incredible gifts. It made his words lost amongst her wetness, so only bits and pieces of sentences came out when he was allowed to breathe.

"And...taste...dripping...rough...mas..."

He wasn’t making sense. He didn't have to, not for her. Not when he was painting her walls with his saliva, not when she was barking at him to do more, and certainly not when she came for him, barking out a swear that would normally cost her a pretty penny in the swear jar. He peeled his tongue out of her, and didn’t let her recover as he lifted her lower part of her body towards him. Not one, not two, but three fingers slid inside of her, fucking her pussy the same way she'd expect from his thick cock. It made her angry, being in such a state, but she was simultaneously in love with it, he could tell. Her nails gripped onto the sheets under her, she grit her pretty teeth, as if she was ANGRY that she was feeling so good.

"Maldito bruto-how DARE you touch me like that?!"

"Because you fucking love this. You love it, and I love making you happy. Now cum on my fucking fingers like the pretty little mami you are."

The thunder stopped scaring him pretty soon into their relationship. Now, it aroused him. The thunder illumated her features, the carnal, desperate anger that demanded more and more from him. She was like a roaring, wild fire, and he was hopeless towards taming her. But he didn't want to tame her. He wanted to make her cum, make her bark at him in frustration, because he wanted to be consumed by her. She wanted to be furious and yell at him, but it was difficult over the loud, pathetic cries, and her loud, already overwhelmed pussy.

"I'm g-going to cum, and it's YOUR fault, you stupid fucking- ay FÉLIX!!!~"

She couldn't hold it. Even though she wanted to. She lost their staring contest as her head tossed back, and her pussy seemed to just pour juices all over his palm. She was always a loud, passionate woman, he LOVED it about her. He looked at the clock, then leaned down to kiss her.

"We got two minutes before midnight. I think I can make you cum before your birthday is over."

"Fucking DO IT THEN."

"God you're a loud ass woman~"

He didn't hesitate as he yanked her hair, making her cry out in a way that said it hurt, but not exactly in a bad way. He bent her over his lap, and while still holding onto her hair, started to spank that cute little ass of hers.

"Félix you fucking-"

"I forgot your birthday spankings, Pepi. Come on. One, two, three, four, five..."

Each count was met with a loud, swift, open palm spank that made his poor wife yelp oh so loudly. By the time he hit ten, she was already repeating 'damelo' over and over like a good mami. Her little toes curled, her tongue hung out, and her pussy was ruining his pants leg.

"Forty nine, fifty. Almost there, so fucking close. Just three more."

Her poor ass was ready beaten red and blue, she was going to need an arepa after this one. And she was clearly LOVING it.

"Right, on,"

Smack

"That,"

Smack

"Fucking,"

Smack

"Pussy."

She screamed for him, legs straightening and toes curling as she came, yet again, just in tune with the final stroke of midnight. Félix let go of her pretty hair, and after so tenderly rubbed her back as she trembled, trying to recover from not only the ass-sault, but the rapid fire orgasms he had thrusted upon her. He waited until her heavy panting stopped before speaking. He knew the rainbows meant whe was happy, but you should still ask.

"Pepi? You okay?"

"You're...awful. Terrible. Hijole my head's SPINNING...~"

He chuckled, and after so carefully got her onto her back, taking a look at her sweaty frame, content smile, and half lidded eyes. THAT was a satisfied woman.

"And that's another reason. Even AFTER you've gotten what you wanted, you still give me that 'I want' look. God you're sexy."

She peered down between the big issue between his legs. She un did her bra, and gently played with her tits for him.

"And you're hard, Félix. Come to mami~"

"This is literally the breast day ever."

"...I love you, Félix."

"And that's MY favorite thing to love about you~"

And to think, his list wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

[rosepetalsblogs]

Dating The Golden Guard Headcanons

Note: I made this directed towards a wild witch reader, I might or might not do a coven/Emperor Coven reader. Depends if I feel like it

Omg he would be so whipped for you

If you were a wild witch with Eda, Luz and King, he would always go easy on you because he can't bring himself to actually try win against you

He would notice you in the market or something idk

and see how the sun hit your face, he would feel some sort of fuzzy, happy feeling

and then immediate sadness when he saw you talking to Eda the Owl lady :((

Tries his hardest to convince you to join a coven so that then he wouldn't have try arrest you

When you refuse and tell him you're too loyal to Eda

The sadness and frustration this boy will feel

Will send you two into a duel with magic, talking as you send spells at each other

He'd lose on purpose when he saw how cute you looked when focused

Would make up some lame excuse for leaving

"Let's call it a draw, okay? I can't battle when I'm tired."

Slowly (and secretly) comes to coming to The Owl House to casually visit

Would get close to Luz just so that he could get to know you better

Luz seeing the blush on his face when he's around you and is the first one to find out about his crush

Luz Tells Amity

Which Eda and King then overhear her telling Amity

Luz and Amity teaming up to find some sort of way for the two of you to spend alone time together

Of course at the price of the two of them teasing him whenever he laid eyes on you

Eda having enough of beating around the bush and pretends to accidently lock you two together in a room

He FINALLYYY tells you that he has a kinda sorta itsy bitsy crush on you in that room

When you smile and tell him you like him back, his heart does a little happy dance

Amity and Luz being disappointed that they couldn't put all their 263 plans to get you two together in action :(

You 100% initiate the first kiss

His face being a blushing mess right after

Texting each other non-stop on your crystal balls

Especially after he gets yelled at by Belos for not bringing you in yet :((

Secret dates

Rooftops

The Knee

Forests

Anywhere really

Though his favourites are sitting inside The Owl House, his arm around you, snuggled in a pile of comfy blankets, scrolling through your crystal balls together and showing each other funny videos or posts now and then.

Gets flustered when you dress up for a date

So much PDA at home <3

Always has at least one arm wrapped around your arm or your waist at all times

This, of course, leads to teasing by the residents of The Owl House

"Aww, look at Hunter and Y/N snuggling, who knew our Hunter would be such a soft marshmallow when it comes to Y/N?"

"That's rich coming from you, Luz."

LOVES to make you flustered

Something about seeing your cheeks turn red because of something he said or did, gives him such a confidence boost and teases you for it

OMG TEASING

Any SLIGHT mistake you'd make, he'll be there, front and centre to rub it in your face

Accidently stub your toe?

He's there to laugh but then immediately make sure you're okay

Mispronounce something? He'll repeat what you said and then laugh

Brings up the moment multiple times that week

Until you kiss him to shut him up and then he's the clumsy blushing mess again

Kisses

So many kisses

Forehead kisses

Cheek kisses

Eskimo kisses

It makes his heart so happy and can't stop smiling

Smiles when you two kiss

He just can't believe that you're his

When no one's around, he'll definitely get his crystal ball to play music

So that then the two of you can slow dance in the living room :(

Flying on the back of his staff in the woods, beach or in The Knee so nobody sees you

Him doing show-off tricks just so you hold onto him tighter

Is just an annoying smarty pants

He'll 100% find all these creative ways for you to compliment him

And when it works the smirk on his face and the sarcastic "Gee thanks" right after to make your blood boil

You lightly punching him on his arm as payback

Definitely calls you along the lines of Prince/Princess

Just kinda admires you when you're not focused on him

So happy together <3

[igotanna]

Is this a bet??

Summary: Jinyoung takes your words seriously. And he loves proving his point. You should think twice before teasing him again.

Warnings: smut, sort of orgasm denial

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x park jinyoung

Rating: 18+

A/N: pic is mine

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"Please tell me you didn't just eat that popcorn that fell into your bra..." Jinyoung sighed as he heard you munch again after a long time. He sat in his favorite armchair and didn't bother to look at you. The movie was more interesting.

"Shut up I can’t hear it now."

One would say that after three years of dating and living together, you two would stop bickering. But that was the dynamics of your relationship, and you still kinda enjoyed it this way. But sometimes he got on your nerves with his lecturing.

The movie ended and Jinyoung got up to stretch and to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Y'know, it was really goo-"

"It was bullshit." you cut him off.

You scrolled through your phone and didn't really pay attention to him when he came back to look at you with his 'what did you just say?' face.

"Come again?"

"I said it was bullshit. It was absolutely unrealistic during the sex scenes," you explained and sighed like him.

He frowned and sat down, now actually interested to hear your thoughts "What do you mean?"

"I mean c'mon! One could never make woman cum without touching her clit - when they were together for such a short time! You couldn't do that and we’ve known each other for quite some time now!"

You were so serious, and didn't really see the shadow of deep shock that flew over his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief. "Do you really think that?"

Putting the phone down you looked at him "Yes, it's really hard - maybe even physically impossible for a woman to cum completely without touching her clit. It's the most ac-"

"Wait," he stopped you, picking up his words and thinking your statement through "is this a bet?" His eyes pinned at your face.

You had to laugh - this was more of a "scientific" discussion for you and here he was dirty minded as usual thinking you're teasing him.

"I'm just saying,-"

"Is this a bet?" he repeated, voice lower. Now it was you blinking quickly to adjust. When he said it out loud you were even more sure - it is impossible.

"What would be the prize for the winner?" you narrowed eyes suspiciously. You knew he was able to pull your leg all the time.

"Anything." he said deadly serious.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Completely free options. If I don't make you cum without touching your clit you can make me do anything you want. One time. Make me go up on stage and do stand-up comedy, make me say something stupid in front of your mother. Whatever you say."

"And if you do make me cum?"

His expression darkened, a low-key sadistic smile flitting across his face. "Anything as well."

You laughed again, shaking your head "This is too.. too much you. I don't trust you."

"What? Whyy?" he looked at you like a surprised puppy with his big round eyes.

"Because!" you exclaimed and got up, almost shoving him off the couch. He followed you with his eyes and regained confident expression. He already knew you're in.

"Because games like these never end up in my favour!"

"Well, if it won’t end up in your favour now, I don't know when it will!" he laughed and left to take a shower. Jinyoung was well aware to give you some space to consider his proposal after presenting you a new idea or assumption.

While he was showering, you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some solid sex. And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Jinyoung laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed, almost like he pushed you into doing it. Which he did. In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." he demanded

"Of course, that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words," he smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Jinyoung's fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you, satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview, even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Jinyoung was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was low and muted, intimidating.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." he whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you, heard his breath, your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who’s in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Jinyoung’s demeanour changed, he’s going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new, trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he’s going to take advantage of this.

His fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth, daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside, forcing its way between the buttons by stealth.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly, but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth unwillingly. At that very moment, his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles like snake's skin.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

His arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much, but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. Having a mental list of your erogenous zones he needed to use, and saving few new ones to try out. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button, your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.

He bit your earlobe in warning.

Surprised by his nip, your hand went up for revenge but his was quicker, smacking yours away like annoying insect.

Sliding his palms down to your panties he slowly pulled down. You felt a sudden gust of coldness as he kneeled down and your back were left unprotected. His heart started to beat faster as your panties revealed your bum. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips on your left butt cheek. It took you by surprise – he never was this gentle. Still only with the tips of his fingers on your sides, he got up. Parting your hair and putting them on one side he uncovered his most favorite part of your body – the nape of your neck.

He pushed you to the bed.

Enough of warming up.

"However bad it's going to be..." his voice was dark, wild and almost aggressive because of the long silence "Rule is- you can't touch your clit either." he said locking eyes with you.

"It's either me making you cum," he continued and leaned on his elbows above you, only inches above your face, "or nothing." you opened your mouth to kiss back, but he pulled away. Pressing lips on your neck and going down, between your breasts, your belly.

You felt yourself getting wett, heat pooling in anticipation.

The thing is - it was usually never this slow - Jinyoung was more of a rough, fierce sex type. He didn't need any time to prep and wasn't really a fan of foreplay. Lube was always there to fix everything.

But now- he was careful, sensual, paying attention to details - dancing with his fingers on the inner side of your knee. You almost forgot this place was so sensitive. He harmonized the feeling with his lips on your thigh, temptingly close to the clit.

Closing your eyes you didn't watch what he's doing - just bathed yourself in the feelings.

He was already almost rock hard, given the sight of you closing your eyes with pleasure. He had to focus on the edge of his limits. It was so tempting to imprison you in his arms, to thrust into you, deeply and fully.

But a bet is a bet, and he had his plan.

You felt like you were ready for him, so much so you unknowingly spread apart more. His hand moved your leg up to rest on his hips, facing you again. Still not opening your eyes, you turned your head a bit to make him space for more neck kisses.

As his hands pulled yours up above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jinyoung left the best for last – he finally pressed his body fully on you, and inch by inch dived in you. You heard him smirk as he found it amusing how easily he could slide in as you were already so wet and open for him.

He moved slowly. Not just because he knew it’s stimulating, but because he focused on your nipples. He knew you were sensitive, and it helped him on many occasions to make you cum. Kissing, licking and carefully biting them he took you on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your fingers found his hair and you wanted to pull it, to participate somehow. But he was the leader here and immediately put your hands back in place – above your head.

It was all so good.

His breath so close to your neck, the heat from his body. The precision he moved with, how much attention he paid to you. How he held your jaw like he needed it to breathe.

But something was missing, the tension just kept cumulating and piling up, peak nowhere in near sight. You could even feel yourself stretching your arm up, as if to grab the orgasm that was just inches away.

But apparently your other hand headed down again because Jinyoung smacked it angrily "Don't even try it." thrusting in over and over.

"Fuck the bet, I want-"

"Rules!" he hissed as his movements quickened. Placing hand on the concave of your neck and shoulders, he squeezed a bit as a warning.

You bit your lip in frustration and pleasure. He bend down and kissed your jaw, following with his mouth parting yours, being dominant even now. Leaving you only to wait for his next move. Pulse racing, he repeatedly broke the kiss to look at you, to burn this exact picture of you into his mind.

Feeling him inside, holding your hand up, your breasts on his chest... everything felt like a flash of a fire, but the flame didn't appear. You almost fell his heart beating in your own veins.

He was close, so close.

Face next to yours, his lips found the spot below your ear again, biting the earlobe.

Breathing faster you knew it was coming.

Was he right? Can he do that? C'mon just a bit more- it's so close.

But he suddenly stopped moving, head buried in your hair heavily breathing. You tried to keep up with the wave of pleasure that was inside of you, waiting to be released, you tried so hard to slide it on your own. But it was gone. He was gone, leaving you in the water searching for a way out.

As he rolled down from you letting you alone with the helplessness and frustration he propped on one hand and looked at you "You were right." he caught his breath and put away lock of hair from your neck.

"You did it on purpose! You knew I was close!" you cried out loudly, hands rubbing your face.

"Yes." he admitted, glad you revealed the truth.

Looking directly at you like a teacher wanting his answer he asked "Lesson?"

After the minute of silence you gave to spite him, you felt a quick, light smack on your thigh. "Never. Try me out again."

[nothing-but-dreamy]

REGRET

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.416

Warnings: hurt - comfort; some small cursing

Summary: Nyx dates you for you eight months and everything seems good. At least, you think that. Therefore, you're shocked as Nyx breaks up with you.

Nyx broke up with you because of reasons but ... was it really the right decision? And might his friends be helpful to knock some sense into Nyx?

Nyx watched how you danced through the kitchen. Soft music was playing from hidden loudspeakers. With a low voice, you hummed along while preparing two cups of hot chocolate. For eight months, Nyx dated you. You were pure joy, the kindest person Nyx had ever met. You cared for him in a beautiful way. You gave him the feeling to be something special. To be valuable. There was no time you weren't there for him. You had been able to soothe the pain he was carrying in a loving, self-less way.

"We have to stop this.", Nyx said low but serious and almost feared you hadn't heard him as you didn't react.

But you had heard him. Frowning, you turned over to the man who stood in the middle of your apartment, "We have to stop- what?", you asked, confused even if you already had an odd feeling spreading through your body as you saw Nyx' serious expression.

"This. Between us. I can't do this anymore- well... I could but I don't want it anymore.", Nyx said while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Y-you wanna break up with me?", you considered that it might be some cruel kind of a joke but the longer Nyx stayed silent, the less funny it became, "Nyx? You scare me. What is going on?", you asked, stepping forward, reaching for him.

But Nyx stepped back, drawing his brows together, "I told you what is going on. I'm leaving you. Now. We… Sure, we had some fun together but… it's not enough. You are not enough for me."

Your blood ran cold by his emotionless voice. The soft blue eyes you loved so much resembled more sharp diamonds, "I- I don't understand. Nyx, where does this come from? Have I done something wrong?"

"No. I mean, yes! It's not one thing you have done. It's everything you do. To be with you gives me nothing. I'm bored having you around.", he continued his merciless honesty.

Tears were brimming in your eyes, almost spilling out of them, "No… you can't mean that.", you whispered helplessly, feeling your heart breaking into tiny pieces while a voice told you that his words were just lies. Even the way Nyx looked at you, told you that there was more than he said. He wasn't telling the truth but you had no idea why he tried to hurt you then, "Tell me the truth. What is really going on?", you asked.

Nyx stared at you, blinking several times because he couldn't believe what he heard, "Damn, I had no idea how stupid you are! I told you what is going on. I'm leaving you. I don't have to explain anything. Don't call me or stuff like this. Just … forget me.", he said, grabbing his jacket and leaving your apartment without looking back for one second.

You stared at the closed door, motionless. Just one single, hot tear was escaping your eyes, rolling down your cheek, leaving behind a trail of sadness on your skin.

***

Three days had passed since the last time Nyx had seen you. Three days since all the things he had said to you. You, the most precious and important miracle that ever happened to him. You, whose eyes would forever haunt him. Day and night. His nightmares were nothing compared to the shock and the sadness he had seen in your face because of the words he had chosen to hurt you.

Nyx was awake for seventy-two hours straight. Trying to drown his guilt and sorrow with alcohol but no matter how much he drank, Nyx couldn't get your tears-filled eyes out of his mind. Or the way you had tried to reach out for him. The TV blurted some nonsense. It was nothing more than background noise. He couldn't focus on anything around him because you always came back to his mind.

Therefore, Nyx needed several minutes to realize that the dull knocking sound came from his own door. Slightly swaying, Nyx crossed his small, one room apartment to answer the door. He already expected to see you. That, even if he had said you should stay away from him, you would ignore him. Somehow, Nyx hoped you had come to see him.

But instead, Crowe and Libertus stood in front of a tired looking Nyx. His hair was tousled and all in all, he looked miserable, "Wow… you look…", Libertus said, searching for the right words.

But Crowe was faster. She pushed past Libertus, "You look like shit.", she said. As she spotted all the empty bottles, she added: "And you smell horrible."

Nyx crossed his arms over his chest, "Are you done with insulting me?", he said, turning around to let himself fall into his armchair.

With a stern expression, Crowe followed Nyx while Libertus opened a window for some fresh air before he looked at his best friend, "Spit it out. What is going on?"

"YN left me. That's going on. I'm just trying to deal with this. Problem?", Nyx hissed and glared at his two friends.

Crowe frowned, looking skeptical, "YN... left you…", she asked doubtfully, "And when?"

"What day is it?", Nyx asked, noticing that he had kinda lost track of time.

"Friday.", Libertus answered serious.

"Oh, then three days ago or so-"

"Or so? Nyx!"

"What?", Nyx snapped, looking at Crowe with gleaming eyes, "They left me, ok? They said they couldn't do this anymore with me being a Glaive. And I don't blame them.", he said angrily while taking the next bottle of booze, "And now, if you don't wanna drink with me, I would be thankful if you two leave me alone."

Crowe and Libertus waited a moment but they saw that there was no way to discuss anything with him. So, they left Nyx alone with his self-destructive behavior. At least, for a little while.

On the street, Crowe stemmed her fists into her sides, "You believe what he said? That YN left him?", she asked Libertus.

He shook his head, "Not for one second."

***

But no matter how often one of his friends asked, Nyx stuck to his story: you had left him after eight months because the life with a Glaive wasn't what you wanted. You wanted more. You needed more stability and mostly, you didn't want a life where you always feared for Nyx' life.

So, one day, Crowe and Libertus walked to Nyx who was busy polishing his Kukris while looking tired like every day during the past two weeks.

Nyx noticed the two well-known shadows towering above him, "What is it now?", he asked, annoyed, without looking up.

"We watched you long enough and this has to end!", Crowe said.

Nyx was about to answer but the siren interrupted him and the others. A new attack by Niflheim troops killed this unwanted conversation before it even started.

*

While getting ready for action, Crowe watched Nyx. From the outside, he seemed to be composed and calm, dressing his combat clothes and putting his Kukris into the right spots but she knew the difference. She saw his wild eyes that told her that some kind of storm was raging inside of him. She just wasn't sure how this storm could break through: if Nyx would just let off some steam or if he would do something stupid.

Slowly, she walked over to Libertus and Pelna, "Hey, guys, do me a favor when we're on the battlefield. Look out for Nyx."

Pelna frowned, "You think he's not ready to fight?"

"Oh, trust me. Nyx will fight. I just fear he could do something stupid."

*

And somehow, Crowe should have been right with her assumption. While she was busy with the other female Glaives to create a thunderstorm to destroy some of the Niflheim ships, Libertus was fighting on the ground against upcoming waves of demons. Pelna fought on his right side while Nyx on his left.

It was a hell of a battle and everyone was busy but at the same time, Libertus kept an eye on Nyx as he had promised. But as Libertus checked Nyx' position once again, his friend was gone. Quickly, Libertus called Pelna over to him and together, they searched for Nyx.

"Over there! Is he suicidal or what?", Pelna asked as he watched how Nyx tried to fight against a bunch of ass-kicking demons at the same time. One demon aimed for Nyx without his knowledge and both, Pelna and Libertus, feared the worst.

"We have to do something. He has to get out of there or he will get killed!", Libertus called out over the ear-piercing sound of an explosion some distance away.

"I will warp me to him, help him to fight.", Pelna said, threw his knife to Nyx' position and fought against the last few remaining demons.

As the field was clear, Libertus ran over to Nyx, grabbing him by his uniform jacket to push him against the next half broken wall, "Stop this shit!"

"What? Doing my job?", Nyx hissed, pushing Libertus away from him with a glaring expression.

Libertus kept Nyx' glance, "No! You try to get killed! Since you left YN, you're more reckless than ever before."

"I told you YN left me!", Nyx called out, ignoring the next explosion which covered everyone in dust and debris.

Libertus stepped forward, towering above his childhood friend, "You weren't really thinking that I believed that for one second, right? Crowe neither. YN would never leave you like that! Unlike you, they are sure how they feel for you. YN already loves you too much to leave you! And that's why you left them with some flimsy excuses, am I right? Because you’re too scared to admit your feelings you have for them.", Libertus hissed angrily.

Nyx' eyes flickered back and forth between Libertus' eyes. He swallowed thickly before he tried it again, "N-no… YN... They said they couldn't do this anymore-"

For a quick moment, Libertus lost his temper and punched Nyx right in the face so Nyx' head snapped to the side before Libertus grabbed Nyx by his collar again, "Don't lie to me ever again! YN spoke with me. They told me what you have said to them! And you know what? They weren't even crying because they knew that everything was just a lie! YN knew that you did it to push them away from you!"

Nyx felt how the guilt was back in charge about what he had done to you. There was no excuse in this world that would ever be enough for what he had said, "But I... I...", he whispered weakly.

Libertus let go of Nyx, staring at him with a stone cold expression, "We will end this damn mission! Alive! All of us! And then, you apologize and go back to YN!"

***

It was raining for hours and you were just making a cup of hot, delicious chocolate as someone knocked. As you opened the door, curious who it would be for such an hour, a dripping wet Nyx stood in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy with his long hair clutching to his face.

He still wore his Glaive battle uniform, coming straight from a mission. Libertus and Crowe had made sure that he went to you. He still had dirt and dust in his face, a few scratches were crossing his skin while the rain water was dripping onto the floor of the hallway. His eyes were red-rimmed and all in all, he looked more tired and worn out than you had ever seen him before.

Nyx' heart hammered in his chest as he saw your eyes holding a caring glance while you looked at him patiently, "I- I'm sorry-", he breathed, shaking with coldness and a tear filled voice. He wanted to say more. He wanted to apologize for everything but he got cut off as you just pulled him to you for a strong embrace with your arms firmly snaking around his neck.

Nyx immediately snuggled into the crook of your neck with his nose, shaken by sobs while inhaling your warm, familiar scent. Your body heat enclosed him and within one second, he felt back home again. The emptiness and darkness he had felt during the last days slowly vanished and got filled with warmth.

"Welcome home, hero.", you breathed lovely, raking your fingers through his soaked hair to soothe him.

"I don't deserve you.", he breathed against your skin, embracing you even stronger, clinging to you desperately in fear you could disappear.

"Well, maybe you're right... maybe you're wrong. But ... it doesn't matter. I just want you, Nyx.", you answered honestly.

Nyx leant back, slowly cupping your face with his shaking, cold hands to stare into your eyes he had missed so much, "But why? Just why? I'm a mess. I could die so easily and I don't wanna put you through this pain because you would miss me... So, why god damnit do you want me?"

You nudged Nyx' nose with your own, "Because you're wonderful. Nyx, I saw your real you. How caring you are. How lovely you can be. You're so soft and sweet to me. You're perfect. Even without admitting it, you love me so much and I try to give you as much as I can back because you deserve it."

"And still, I tried to push you away...", he whispered, devastated about what he had done to you, about all the cruel things he had said.

"Yes, and you know, I understand why you did it. But, trust me, I would rather live a life in pain because I have lost you than to live one minute without having you in my life at all.", you swore solemnly.

Nyx couldn't stop the tears from running down his cheeks, "I'm so, so sorry.", he whispered and kissed you desperately because of the loyalty and unconditional love you showed him when he didn't even deserved it but when needed it the most.

You broke the kiss after the first sensation to have him back again. With closed eyes, you were slightly swooning and with a soft smile on your lips you said: "Come in. You have to get out of these wet clothes before you get sick. I also made some hot chocolate that will warm you up.", and with these words, you brought Nyx softly back into your apartment and into your life where he belonged.

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ATEEZ reaction to you dancing and singing to their song

Summary: You were alone since the boys had practice so you decided to just wait for them and occupy yourself 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: some of these might be kinda suggesting, but no full smut ;)

Can you guess which ones will turn kinda suggestive before you read it? Tell me in the comments~

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Hongjoong:

He came home sooner than you expected so you got startled and kinda embarrassed when he literally caught you dancing and singing to Wave. He'd at first think you just miss him that's why you're listening to his music, but when he entered the living room and saw you dancing he was so shy and happy. He didn't want to disturb you, because in his opinion you were so cute, but you spotted his presence and turned the music off embarrassed.

"Why did you turn it off?" he'd ask you lowkey sad.

" I was just- uhh"

"Oh come on don't be shy" he walked to you and turned the music back on. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to do something.

"Dance with me?" he gave you a cheesy smile.

You accepted his offer and danced together.

(this would be his face seeing you)

Seonghwa:

You decided to take a shower, because you wanted to have your full attention on Seonghwa when he came back. It was so quiet, only the shower was heard and it was driving you crazy so you decided to sing since you were alone. The echoing sound bathroom made was so beautiful it almost made you believe you could sing.

When Seonghwa got home no one was there so he thought you were outside, but then he heard shower and singing?

"Y/N?" he called out, but no response of course. He smirked as he heard familiar lyrics. He called out once again just to confirm you couldn't hear him. Then he got in, stripped himself and sneaked behind you.

You didn't seem to see him, still singing to Horizon, then you heard a voice behind you singing with you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you yelled at him, covering yourself. Seonghwa licked his lips and got closer to you.

"You're hot"

"That's not what I asked you pervert" he just smirked at you and kissed you as the shower was still running. You couldn't help, but moan while his hands traveled all over your body hehe.

(please use that tongue on me sir)

San:

You were making dinner as you were waiting for San to get home. You had your earphones in listening to your favorite songs when Inception started playing. It was your favorite song and you could never resist to sing along. You haven't noticed San being at home already as you were busy cooking and uhh singing and dancing along.

San smirked seeing you like that and oh how he loved your voice. He couldn't help but hug you from behind, pressing his whole body onto you. His actions made you jump.

"Hey y-you're back" you stuttered from the embarrassment.

"Mhmm" he stayed still, his arms holding you tighter. (his arms omg dad-). You could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck and pressed himself on you more. You could feel his bulge poking your back.

"You sound so beautiful.." he said before kissing your neck again, leaving marks. You moaned at his actions which made him smirk against your neck.

Yeosang:

You were sitting in your room, studying for finals, but you always had to listen to some music. It calmed you down and for some reason you could concentrate more.

"Raise me up, take me up..." you were singing you favorite part, not because it was your boyfriend's part....maybe...bur because it was just so beautiful.

Yeosang found you in your shared room after he got back from practice. He knew finals were incoming so he didn't want to bother you much. He just wanted to "show himself", but he didn't expect to hear what he just heard. He couldn't contain his smile and If you were really close to him you'd see tears of happiness of course. He found it so cute.

Yeosang slowly approached you not to scare you. He gave you a soft hug. You looked at him a bit shocked since you haven't seen him enter the room.

"Oh hi you're back" you smiled at him and returned the hug.

"I know you're studying, but would you mind singing some more? I promise I won't bother you, I'll just sit there" he pointed at your bad while walking over there. You chuckled at his cuteness and continued studying and of course singing for Yeosang. Every time you looked at his he was sending you hearts *gif* and cute smiles.

Yunho:

You absolutely loved Yunho's low voice, but what you loved more was his dancing. You wanted to surprise him with small dance cover of Say My Name so you were practicing.

Today wasn't any different. It took you a lot of time to get the dance right since you weren't really good at dancing. As you were practicing, you haven't seen Yunho come in.

Yunho heard a growl from you, when you suddenly stopped. He felt kinda sorry.

"Need help?" he asked you smiling, with s light pink cheeks.

"Aww you're back! How long have you been standing there though?" you asked embarrassed.

"Long enough to see you need help" he stepped more inside the room.

"Oh o-okay" you blushed at the thought of him seeing you fail.

He tried to explain to you how to do the dance properly. You followed his every move, but it looked a lot better when he did it. Yunho heard you growl again. He looked at you and saw you pouting.

"N-No don't be sad you're doing great"

"Why do you need the dance anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you" you pouted at him, going for a hug. He couldn't help but smile and blush at your cuteness and the will to learn such a hard dance.

Wooyoung:

You were just finishing cleaning, when one of your favorite songs started playing in your earphones. You for some reason already knew some of the moves definitely not because your boyfriend always made you watch them dance

As you were dancing around and minding your own business you haven't noticed 6 pairs of eyes looking at you.

Wooyoung was eyeing you the most, but he was mostly proud of himself since he taught you the Wonderland dance.

"Well this is awkward.." Mingi whispered to the boys.

"But she's got better moves than Wooyoung" Seonghwa smirked down at Wooyoung.

"That's my girl" Wooyoung said proudly.

"Yeah we still can't believe she'd date you.." Seonghwa replied, seeing Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean" Wooyoung said in a louder voice, which you could hear as well.

You turned to where they were standing, all kind of face expressions on their faces.

"We're you just staring at me. ... dancing?"

"You've got nice moves" Seonghwa smirked, who knows what he was thinking about. You chuckled making Wooyoung kinda jelly.

Mingi:

You just got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around yourself. You had your playlist on full volume, jamming to every song playing.

Thanxx was playing next and let's be honest there's no way one does not dance to it right? Right. You were doing so while brushing your hair and doing your night routine. You almost slipped on the wet floor while dancing, but managed to get ahold of yourself.

Mingi arrived home hearing familiar tune playing in your shared apartment. He smiled to himself happily knowing you like his music. However he hasn't imagined you would be almost naked out there. That's why he was kind of taken aback when he saw you only in a towel. He smirked to himself, wild thoughts running through his head.

You saw him in the mirror, smirking down at you. You smirked back at him which turned him on more. Mingi then got behind you and gave you a a jone crushing needy hug. You loved when he was turned on honestly. You smirked again and untied your towel, revealing you naked body. Mingi almost choked on air as he didn't expect you to do that. After he regained himself fun stuff happened hehe.

Jongho:

You were laying on couch, enjoying your alone time. But you missed Jongho.

You closed your eye to relax and let your mind wander around Jongho. Obviously

"Deep in my heart, deep in my soul. . ." you sang out at the thought of Jongho.

"you should go a bit higher" you heard a voice. Huh? Was s dream? Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

You replied, eyes still closed

"you know not everyone has a vocal range like you..but If you want me to die I'll try it"

"Please don't try, I don't want to be the cause of your voice loss...besides you have a wrong technique anyway and-" you cut him of with a kiss. Sometimes you hated he cocky he got as he got older.

*sorry this one was short*

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 5

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Afterglow chapters Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader CHAPTER FIVE

Sometimes, the universe works in different dumb ways. You're one of the few lucky people if you get what you want, and one of those who aren't; the ones who run out of luck every damn time. There's nothing more miserable than finding what you're not looking for, meeting the right person at the wrong time (or vice versa), getting the wrong take out food, or riding the wrong cab.

Unlike your first cab ride, this one was different. There was no loud music, no speeding, no overtaking, and no yelling -- definitely not what you needed right now. See how the universe works in different dumb ways?

If Bucky wasn't hungover right now, you would've ran all the way from White Wolf to the bar. God, how much did he drink last night? After thirty minutes, the cab finally stopped in front of the bar. Bucky paid a generous amount. "Keep the change." He said casually before stepping out of the cab.

Without second thoughts, you walked the steps down that lead to the door of the bar. In front of it were sealed boxes and cases of different kinds of liquor -- beer, champagne, wine, whiskey, vodka; you name it. Luckily, you always had the bar keys in your pockets in case of emergencies. Lucky for Steve, one of his employees just lived right above the bar and had the freedom to come down any time she wanted. Steve lived all the way in Brooklyn. Why he chose to work in the Upper West Side, you might never know. He was a pretty secretive person. No one from the bar staff knew anything about his personal life -- except that his family was from Rhode Island (perhaps).

"That's a lot of boxes." Bucky caught up with you. "Good thing I'm here."

"Please." You scoffed. "You're still hungover." I bet he couldn't even carry one small box, and even if he could, he'd just spill them all over the floor. But you didn't really know Bucky. You just knew him from Peter's stories. So, when he carried two big boxes at the same time right before you opened the door, the shock came over you. You wondered, spending all his time partying and drinking, where he stores all the alcohol he consumes.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Bucky asked.

"Just right behind the counter." You replied. "If you need some help, let me know."

"I got it all, doll, don't you worry." He chuckled, placing the boxes on top of the counter then jumping over it to reach the other side. You rolled your eyes and got more of the boxes that were sitting lonely outside. You put a stopper right between the small gap between the floor and the door. "Nice place you got here!" You heard Bucky yell amidst the city noises. "Different kind of bar."

"You mean not like the kind of bar you go to?"

You heard him chuckle. "Yeah, that. This one's kind of vintage."

"Yeah." You replied, sticking your head out by the door frame. "Like you!"

He gave you a small chuckle. The bar did give off some vintage mood -- that was why it was a bar for everyone. The kids were now discovering and loving all kinds of vintage stuff, people in their fifties come here 'cause it reminded them of their time, and some are just curious.

On the inside of the bar, everyone was completely shut out from the outside. There were no windows, only color-stained glasses on the wooden walls near the ceiling. You can never tell day from night inside unless you look at the wall clock.

You pushed some of the boxes on the floor. You didn't have enough upper body strength to carry them all the way to the counter. By the time you reached Bucky, you carried the boxes one by one and placed them on the counter, then he carried them over to the other side.

"So vintage." He commented once again. "You even got a jukebox. Does that even work?" He motioned towards the jukebox.

You sensed he wanted to try it for himself so you told him he could give it a little push. He smiled and jumped over the counter once more. "You don't always have to jump, Bucky." You showed him the wooden counter pass-through he could easily open but his focus was set on the jukebox. He found the plug and waited for it to light up.

"Cool. Just like they do in the movies."

"Of course. What did you expect when you plugged that in?" You carried one box to the counter and stopped near the jukebox, leaning over it. "Besides, didn't you guys have this during your time?"

"You make it sound like I came from the fifties."

You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms. "So, what did you guys have?"

"Cassettes." He mumbled.

"We had iPods. But at some point I think we did have cassettes, then the CD, then the iPods. Still doesn't change the fact that you're basically a dinosaur." Then you made a roaring sound which you thought was the sound of dinosaurs.

"That's not how a dinosaur sounds like, Aria."

"Of course, you'd know." You teased before going back to get some more boxes.

Bucky started to push some buttons until a mellow song played. "It's been a long, long time." He mumbled.

"What?" You asked and stopped pushing the boxes.

"The song. It's named 'It's been a long, long time.' A buddy of mine's favorite song. He and his girlfriend used to dance to it. Haven't heard this song for a long time. Quite nice."

"It is nice." You commented. "But it's too dramatic. Put some Beatles on!"

He chuckled and pushed more buttons until a song from The Beatles played.

You resumed moving all the things inside. As the boxes got heavier, assuming they were mostly the new plates and glasses, Bucky removed his polo shirt and dropped it somewhere. He was still wearing the tank top he had yesterday. "Remind me to buy Peter some new clothes."

"You're really gonna buy him new clothes?" You grunted, carrying a heavy box on the counter, passing it to Bucky.

"Yeah." He made a face, clearly struggling with the box. "I kinda destroyed what was half in his closet."

"I heard, yeah." You replied while walking to the front door to get the cases.

"You got some more back there?" Bucky yelled.

"It's the last one. I got it."

For the next hour, you and Bucky spent unpacking and placing everything where they were supposed to be. You had a few phone calls from Peter, most were just him checking up on Bucky. You promised to tell him you'd tell the whole fiasco at the White Wolf when he gets here in the bar.

"I'll be there as fast as I can." Peter replied before hanging up. You told Bucky about the phone call and he mumbled something under his breath you couldn't quite decipher. You decided to leave him be as he unloaded the last box.

Before you could even ask about the mean drink he was supposed to make, he emerged from behind the counter, holding up two bottles in his hand. "You up for some drinks?"

"As long as you pay for it."

On his hands were two expensive unopened bottles. As long as they were still half full and paid by Bucky, you wouldn't get in any kind of trouble with Steve.

"I got you, doll. Don't worry." He popped both of them open and grabbed two cups and a shaker as you sat down one of the stools, shaking off the nickname he'd been giving you ever since you arrived here at the bar.

You barely paid attention to the song still playing on the jukebox as you watched Bucky make his supposedly mean drink. He started to tell a story about how he learned to make his own drinks. Unlike Peter, he didn't bother to beat around the bush. He kept everything short and precise: A bartender friend of his taught him how to make drinks then experimented on his own in his penthouse where he had a mini bar just for himself, which was inside his own office. Odd, you thought. Most people would have them on the corner of the living room, with wine glasses dangling on hanging wine holders and shelves full of liquor. Bucky's mind worked in a different way.

Bucky's very short story made you wonder of all the other classic Bucky stories you've been told -- the long ones Peter would tell you. You wondered if they were only adventurous and wild in Peter's words. Would they have been different if you'd heard them from Bucky?

"I'm gonna name this drink after you." Bucky snapped you out of your train of thought.

"What?"

"This one." He carefully  handed me the drink. "I made it based on your personality."

"Bucky." You chuckled, gazing at the drink before me. Then returned it to him. "You don't even know me."

"And to think we were just engaged a while ago." He pursed his lips and leaned on the bar counter, then licked his lower lip. You tried your hardest not to give a quick glance at it but you obviously failed, so you stared at the drink in front of you once again.

"This drink is basically your judgement about me." You replied.

"It's a good judgement." He retorted. "Trust me."

"You're gonna pay, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Go on, try it."

Before you could even take a small sip, someone came in the door and your instinct was to say: "Sorry, we're closed right now" but it turned out to be Steve wearing denim on denim and a cap.

"Steve!" Quickly, you gave Bucky the drink he made you, then he hid it behind the counter where Steve could not take even a small peak. "Hey, I thought you were with your family."

Steve managed to catch his breath, leaning against the wall while keeping his eyes on you. "I have been calling you for the past few minutes. I thought you didn't make it here."

Your eyes widened, taking a quick glance at your phone which was on top of the bar counter. On the bright screen were a bunch of missed calls from Steve. You gave him an apologetic look and he just sighed as he walked towards the counter. Then, he caught a glimpse of Bucky who was right behind you.

"Right, right." You shook my head. "Bucky, this is Steve. He's my boss. And Steve, this is Bucky. He's Peter's stepbrother. He's just helping me out with the boxes."

There was an odd exchange between the two for a second or three. A knowing look. But you shrugged it off when Steve shook Bucky's hand over the counter. "Bucky. Nice to meet you."

Steve nodded. "Aren't you the owner of White Wolf?"

"That's me." Bucky chuckled, withdrawing his hand back after the friendly handshake.

Steve focused his attention back to you. "You could've called me y'know."

"It's okay. Bucky came to help. Besides," you gave Bucky a side glance, "he owes me."

"Zip it, doll."

You laughed, looking at Steve. "Aren't you supposed to be at your family gathering?" you asked, practically shooing Steve away, not wanting him to see Bucky making drinks behind the counter.

"Yeah, well I thought -- "

"Go, Steve. We're basically finished." You stood up and walked Steve out the door. Bucky yelled a simple goodbye as we walked.

"So," Steve whispered once we were at the door, "are you two..."

You gave him a look of disbelief. "What? No, no, no, no, no. We're not. We just met."

"That's what they all say."

"Rogers." You grunted as you opened the door. "Go."

"Wow, so eager to get me out of here. Are you gonna have sex on the floor?"

"Steve!"

"Please, don't have sex on the floor."

"No, we won't. Now go."

Steve laughed as he walked up the steps and hailed for a cab. "You say that now, Aria. Just remember to clean up afterwards."

[itsadamcole]

NSFW ALPHABET WEEK - day 4

➳ kyle o’reilly

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Kyle loves to take care of you after sex. He'll cuddle you for hours, grab snacks for you, get drinks for you. Of course, you'll make sure he and his blood sugar level are okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite part of his body is his hands.

His favorite part of your body is your lips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kyle will cum inside of you or in your mouth, all over your face or breasts. He loves when you cum on his dick or on his mouth when he's eating you out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kyle loves when you're on top in bed, but he'll never tell you this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He's not that experienced but he does know what he's doing most of the time. Sometimes he'll take a while to find your spot but when he finds it, oh boy. He will not stop hitting it until you cum who knows how many times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He also likes to pin your wrists down to the bed when in this position if he's feeling confident in himself.

He loves any face to face position. He likes to kiss you when you orgasm sometimes. Plus, it makes it easier for him to hold your hand when you're face to face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kyle can be both serious and humorous. He will crack jokes all the time. He won't crack jokes when he's in a more serious mood, which is rare. Jokes are a pretty usual thing during sex, and you don't mind.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's well trimmed down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He'll hold you hand and tell you how much he loves you. He'll shower you in compliments and praises. Sometimes he'll even set the scene with candles or flowers for a birthday or anniversary.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Kyle tries not to jack off if he can help it, but it's hard for him when he's away from you for a while. It's even harder when you decide to be a tease and send him some pictures.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a bed or on a couch usually, but he's never against fucking you against a wall or in the shower either. Against a wall is usually when he's jealous, which is kinda rare.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tease him, which is all the time. Whether that's flirting with him, touching him, or sending him sexy pictures of yourself. Sometimes you do it just for fun, but other times it's how you tell him you want sex.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he would never degrade you or do something that would hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you put that pretty mouth to work. He also loves to eat you out. He has no preference on giving or receiving, but he's skillful at making you cum with his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's always slow and sensual. He likes to be careful to make sure he doesn't hurt you. Usually you'll have to beg him just to speed up. "I'm not fragile" you'd always say, to which he'd laugh and speed up his movements.

Kyle is only fast and rough when he's angry or jealous. You'll see a more confident Kyle when he's angry or jealous because he wants to make sure you know you're his and only his.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kyle prefers proper sex but he's never against a quickie or two a week, especially if it's been a while since he's been with you. Usually they're in his locker room or in the shower.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not really a risk taker, but sometimes he'll leave the door unlocked. Kyle's willing to experiment in bed if it's okay with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He only goes for four or five rounds, but that's because he can make each round last a while. You'll also make him take breaks to make sire his blood sugar levels are okay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's against them. He doesn't like using them on you and he doesn't like when you use them. He likes it to be only him that pleasures you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kyle does like to tease you, especially when he's wearing his wrestling gear. He knows how much you love seeing him in his gear, and he knows how horny it can make you if you are in the mood. He likes to kiss your neck or grab your ass to tease you.

But you, you love to tease Kyle. When he's away, you'll sext him and send him naughty pictures. You'll surprise him with new lingerie sets when he's home, giving him a nice strip tease or lap dance if you're really in the mood. You're also not afraid to just walk into the bedroom naked after a shower just to tease Kyle.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kyle's more on the quieter side. He likes to kiss any part of your body while you have sex but he will let out an occasional moan or grunt. You're the complete opposite. You'll scream Kyle's name any chance you get.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You hadn't seen Kyle like this since his loss at Takeover 31. He was so sad, so angry, and so frustrated with himself that he still couldn't win that damn title. While Kyle was back in the showers, you told Adam and Roddy that you were going home so you can get something ready for Kyle

When you got home, you quickly changed out of your Undisputed Era t-shirt and jeans into a new nightgown that you bought a few days ago. It's white, short, and almost completely sheer. You wear a pair of lacy white panties beneath the nightgown.

The front door opens and you pull your hair down out of the ponytail. There are footsteps up the stairs and you hear a "Y/N?" come from the hallway.

"Bedroom," you call back, leaning seductively against one of the bedposts.

Kyle appears in the doorway and almost drops everything he's carrying when he sees you. "What's this for? I didn't win," he says, putting everything next to the door.

He approaches you and you say, "I'm not going to let you feel sorry for yourself. I'm going to show you that you don't need that stupid title to be a champion."

Your boyfriend looks down at you and says, "I kind of do need the title to be a champion."

You pout at him and say, "Kyle, let me have one of my supportive girlfriend moments please."

A laugh leaves his lips and he says, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, baby. Go on.”

Deciding to be a tease, you say, "Well now the moments over." You go to walk away but Kyle grabs your wrist and pins you against the bedpost you were just leaning against.

"You don't get to dress like that and tease sex then walk away," Kyle almost growls.

You smirk and say, "There he is."

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Kyle's not too big and not too small. He's perfect for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

About average, but he's he's needy or jealous then it's really high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kyle likes to make sure you fall asleep before he does. He'll spoon you from behind as you doze off in his arms before burying his face in your neck and falling asleep himself.

[fanofnightz]

Imagine

Group x Reader

Being best friends with Guns N' Roses

You had met the boys a few days after one of their gigs at the Whisky a Go Go you had been to

They had gone for a drink at the bar you had worked at and you couldn't help but tell them what you thought about them

Soon, you had them all wrapped around your finger with your knowingness of music

Whenever they had shown up at the bar, they had asked you about your opinion on things until one day, they had invited you to one of their rehersals

After that, you had been with them more and more

Of course, Axl had tried to chat you up in the beginning

So ever since then, you had this funny flirty thing going on with him but neither of you took it seriously

Hey baby won't you come here and sit on my lab so you can feel my dick grow hard?

I don't think that I would feel much even if you were hard as rock.

The boys stayed over at your place so often that you didn't even made the effort to put the bedsheets they used back into the closet

Making food for them was a MESS

They all were in your tiny kitchen with you to watch you cook until you had to kick them out

You were lucky if they left something over for you because as soon as the food was ready, they literally attacked it like young dogs

Once, they had eaten everything you'd made and then they had tried to cook something for you in return but they had just almost burned down your kitchen

When one of them wanted to do something illegal at your place, you dragged them out of your apartment by their ears

Ouch, ouch, ouch, Y/N you're HURTING me! My hair! Don't pull my hair!

Don't you dare bringing your drugs into my apartment ever again! I could get sued for that shit!

That's it! I'll never come back here again!

In the end, they always were back at your door, asking you for forgiveness

Of course, you let them come back in because you knew that they would be lost without you

But you had to admit that you needed them as well

They always cared about you and worried about you more than they needed to

Surprinsingly, whenever you had a problem or were down, Izzy was the best to talk to because his advice were good and his way to not give too many fucks about something calmed you down

But when you just needed to cheer up, Steven was the right one to go to because he would just make jokes and tickle you until you were happy again

Chilling was the best with Slash, he was able to be really calm if he wanted to be and playing with his wild curls was really relaxing

Can I braid them? Or can I straighten them? Pleaaase let me straighten them!

I'm not your barbie doll, Y/N!

I know you also want to know how they would look

Okay do it. But don't you dare telling anyone!

If you were angry or really hyper, Axl always took you somewhere to destroy something or to just freak out together and most times, you had to run from the cops afterwards, so you didn't do it a lot

Duff was just the best to do drugs with if you did it on rare occasions, he always took care of you and made sure you didn't take too much or did something you would regret afterwards

He also was really helpful if you weren't able to reach something because he was much taller than you

Whenever you were at a party, at least one of the boys had an eye on you

And oh dear if someone came too close to you without your permission, they were DEAD

Not that you weren't able to protect yourself, but your "bodyguards" were faster than you

Duff once ended up getting arrested for fighting with a guy that had touched your boobs while you were dancing

He got away with it and the next day, you threw a surprise party for him (that had ended with the worse hangover you had ever had)

Whenever the boys did a show, you were there to support them and to be their roadie

Of course, you also helped them with their make-up, but it took them a few times until they fully trusted you with doing it

Don't you dare messing this up, Y/N, I need to look like a rockstar

Stop being a whiny bitch, you would look like a rockstar even if you wore a bright pink princess dress

You always stood right next to the stage, watching them with a proud smile

Afterwards, you were the first to tell them how good they did and to be there for them

When they rehersed and were doing new songs, you helped them figuring out the sound of the song and sometimes you even were able to help them come up with lyrics

Steven loved to teach you play the drums and you always had much fun with it even if you were AWFUL

Slash and Duff also sometimes tried to teach you to play guitar and bass but they stopped after one of the strings on Slash's favourite guitar had broken while you had been playing it

Because of that, Izzy never even let you touch his guitars

After the boys had gotten their record deal, they took you with them to the studio almost every time

They ALWAYS asked for your opinion

How was this take? Did you like it better than the last one?

It was awesome. Just like the one before that. This is the 5th time of you asking me that within the last 20 minutes. Stop being so insecure about your playing.

When their first album was finished, you were the first one to listen to it and oh boy you felt like a proud mum

After Appetite For Destruction had dropped, you also were the first one to buy the record, even though the boys had already given you one

And as they got popular more and more and suddenly were big stars, you stayed by their side, supported them everywhere you were able to and tried to keep them grounded

During their first big tour, you worked as their "Lady for the Important and the Fun Stuff" (what the boys called you) because you helped everywhere and kinda were the glue that kept everything together and made everything work

And shit yes, it was a hell of a job to take care of Guns N' Roses, but you knew that you wouldn't trade your boys for anything in the world

[venomsvl]

Frozen Weather

Requested: Yes/No BY: Anonymous

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Summary: "I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you"

Warning: bad Grammar, poor description, very very bad writing skills, it's so Fluffy am gonna DIE!!! Kinda part 2 of Moonlight

Word count: 654

A/n: now am sorry for posting it late but I have quizzes and test all week long and I are have time with all the tuitions I take since this year am writing my IGCSE. Now I made this like kind of part 2 of the other part but it could be read as a stand alone

After that night by the Black lake you and Harry become inseparable from each other, basically joined by the hip. Where ever one of you goes, the other just follows, like a lost puppy.

No one suspected anything since you guys where pretty close before that night. So they simply thought nothing of it. But sooner or later both of you started to show more interest in the other, to the point where you were caught holding hands with each other in the corridor, and that is when the suspicion of the others around you started. No one dared to ask either of you, afraid to maybe make both of see that you were showing PDA without the realization of it and would stop immediately after being aware, after all they were betting on you. They specifically made bets on how you two would get together and what how long it would take either of you to say something to the other. And do you know what is even funnier? Even the professors were in on that.

It wasn't until both of you were caught kissing in an abandoned corridor by one of the professors that your secret got out, at least it was fun while it lasted. You had fooled everyone at Hogwarts and it was fun sneaking around to have some private time with each other.

Today was your first public date, and you were so nervous, feeling like your legs are made out of jelly. Harry wasn't all that better too, he kept on running his fingers through his hair.

The three Broomsticks was filled to the brim, not a single chair left for anyone who came to enjoy a butterbeer, but luckily you and Harry got the last table available. Harry liked his butterbeer cold with warm foam, while you on the other hand liked it hot with cold foam, you liked the feeling of warmth that seemed to seep through you with every sip you take.

After both of you finished your drinks you got up to let another couple sit in your place. Getting out of the warm pub, you pulled your jacket tighter around your body to try and defend it against the harsh cold wind, that of course didn't go unnoticed by Harry, who immediately took off his scarf and tied it around your neck. It was a small gesture but oh boy, did it warm your heart, it made you fall in love all over again with the chosen one.

The used to be a colorful meadow was frozen, the flowers seemed to be dead but yet it still looked beautiful, the tall green grass now as white as a ghost with tall trees covered by a blanket of freezing ice, made the area look magical. If you didn't know any better you would have believed that this place was Bewitched.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" You were asking Harry, thinking he was looking at the meadow as well.

"Yeah it is, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen" turning to take a look at him, you found out that he was staring right at you.

"It's wrong to stare you know that?"

"Am not staring am admiring" that simple sentence had made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, it made you feel giddy with love.

"Ok mister charmer tell me what your thinking as of right now" it wasn't a request but an order and he knew that so he did just like he was asked.

"Am thinking of how I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you" you couldn't help but let out a small 'awww'. The way he sounded, the way he looked at you, the way his eyes had so much love in them, made you weak in the knees. That moment were both of you were kissing so passionately, just living in the moment. And this moment as well as other ones, always reminded you that you had indeed found your soulmate.

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