#hmm doe is losing her mind over this

[oops-all-concrete]

Okay, you lovelies voted for fluff, so you're getting fluff! Welcome to:

BG3 companions react to: Tav drawing the companions in their sketch book! (Romance implied)

Beware spoilers and cuteness ahead, please enjoy!

Lae'zel -

Eventually she gets irritated of being stared at, while Tav is sat pencil in book and puts down her sword from being sharpened, and paces over. "Chk. You've been ogling at me like a child for at least ten minutes. Is it with purpose or are you simply bad at keeping to yourself?" She asks, head tilted with wide eyed threat. Once she gets a glance at the page, she softens, jaw unclenching, shoulders dropping. She admires the sketch before she realises she too, is staring. "Hmm. Acceptable. Continue" Before she returns to her tent, and totally doesn't stay stiller on purpose.

Shadowheart -

Shadowheart doesn't suspect a thing, until she passes by them and totally doesn't take a glance in the journal from over Tavs shoulder. She pauses and appreciates the work long enough for Tav to realise they're being watched. "Oh don't mind me. I'm just appreciating my good side from your point of view." She smiles. "Oh, we should draw each other! I haven't sketched in so long, but I'd like for you to see what I see too." She offers, going and grabbing her own sketch set, sitting beside Tav, comfortably drawing them.

Wyll -

He allows Tav their privacy, even if they stare sometimes. He needs to be physically shown because he is too polite to snoop or look over their shoulder. Upon being shown, he smiles, but winces a little. "Oh, I love it, don't get me wrong. You've captured the Blade of Frontiers in all his glory...just, all his glory with horns and the devil's details" He chuckles, trying not to seem dissappointed. But upon another look, his eyes become wider with wonder. "...you know what, if thats what I look like to you, it's not as bad as I thought." He smiles.

Karlach -

She's nosy, okay? So when Tav puts down their book to help Gale with dinner, she sneaks a little peek, grabbing the pages with a clean cloth. She however, gives herself away immediately. "WOAH??" The whole camp turns but Karlach does not take notice. "SOLDIER?? YOU DREW THIS?? THIS IS AMAZING!" She yells, eyes bright, brows up, grin wide with teeth. The camp settles while dinner happens, but later in the evening, she pulls Tav aside to show them something. Upon a large empty plot of just dirt, Tav finds their face messily drawn with a stick into the dirt. "Can't quite draw right now, or ever really, but I wanted you to have a portrait too. Not bad, eh?"

Gale -

"Oh, and who's that handsome fellow?" He smirks, catching sight of the page one day. He asks for a better look and takes a moment to admire the sketch, before frowning. "Did you...draw me with gray hairs? Am I graying??" He asks, a hand combing through his so well maintained mane. "You didn't know?" Astarion weighs in, finding an opportunity to bully the wizard. "For a human, you are at that age, are you not, Gale?" Lae'zel adds. The wizard makes an almost theatric gasp, crossing his arms. "Gray suits you Gale!" Karlach insists, taking the drawing from Gale and admiring it. Gale pauses, looks again, and grins. "Now that you mention it..."

Astarion -

"Okay, so, that's clearly not any of the imbeciles over there, what handsome young men have you been seeing without me?" He jokes. It takes a minute, but the way Tav looks between Astarion and the book, gives it away. "...oh. That's me?" He seems to entirely lose his ability to speak. He gestures to take the book and have a better look, running his hand over the sketches, and then over his face, seeming almost confused. When prompted, he clears his throat. "Well, it's- ah, certainly flattering. Nice to have such a flattering mirror" He smiles, slipping back into his more confident persona. "In fact, I'd love to keep such a flattering masterpiece, if that would be quite alright with you?" He smiles confidently, but the way his eyes stray to the sketch tells all.

Bonus! The older generation

Halsin -

"I cannot recall the last time I have received a portrait in such likeness." He smiles fondly when Tav shows him the piece. "Might I take this back to the Grove? I'm particularly fond of anything you do really- but especially this" He asks, warm smile spread over his face. Should Tav allow it, he gives the best hug in thanks, promising to return the flattery in kind. (Yes, it will be whittling)

Jaheira -

Of course she gets a look while Tav is distracted. "Not bad. Better that bard songs, that's for sure" She smiles, nodding at the adventurer. She takes a second look and thinks for a moment. "...When did my face get so wrinkly?" She asks in a vaguely dissapointed wonder.

Minsc -

"Oh, my friend, you have a talent of flattery!" He claps and grins when he sees the work, but seems to be looking for something. "Oh- Erm, might I ask a question...where is Boo? You cannot have the great Minsc without his tiny, fluffy brain on his shoulder!" He asks, proudly producing the hamster in hand. Tav turns the page to reveal quite a few sketches of Boo. "What?? Did Boo pose for these?? How is he so accurately cute?? BOO, YOU LOOK ADORABLE! WHY DID NOBODY TELL MINSC IT WAS PORTRAIT DAY??"

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you'd like to read next. I have another poll coming soon as well 👀

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “i just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”

TAGS — vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, light degradation, slight dirty talk, jk’s possessive here, oc’s a cute bean, daddy kinks, some nipple play, public sex, unrealistic sex to me bc how tf did no one see???, pimp!jk, stripper!oc, oc needs to know, WAP WAP WAP, this is for my birthday babes, praise kink(?), happy birthday @hyunjinswifeee this is late sorry :((

WORD COUNT — 3.3 k

Wanna know what it's like, baby, show me what it's like, I don't really got no type, I just wanna fuck all night,

The crowd becomes completely immersed in your smooth hip gyrations and body rolls, they holler and catcall while endless money falls at your feet. Tonight’s a special night, you figured why not spend it at work getting money rained on you. All you really had to do was dance because your oh so lovely boss prohibited you from being requested by the club patrons.

Speaking of your boss, he too was in the crowd just right above you in his private balcony. He was watching with those dark onyx eyes of his, filled with desire and hunger. Each time you looked up he was staring right back down. Jungkook looked so fucking good sprawled out like that over the velvet couch with one hand nursing a glass of whiskey, his hair wild and unkept. Just the display of dominance and power had you weak in the knees.

You bit your bottom lip and slowly ran your hands down your body before reaching back to grip the pole tightly and slowly walking around it. You wanted him to know that you were very much on the same page. The cheers from everyone spurred you on as you spun high on the pole with your head thrown back, the screams grew louder and the crowd wilder as they fought each other to get a better view.

I just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,

You hold your breath and slowly slide down as your eyes flicker back up to Jungkook who is now standing leaned over the balcony. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and a lit cigar sitting in his hand. You decide to kick it up a notch. Just a tiny bit.

The lights suddenly go out and your shadow is illuminated by fuschia pink LED lights all around you. No one can see a thing but your silhouette as you reach behind you to unclip your bra. The club goers lose it as you dangle the item teasingly in the air before tossing it into the crowd wishing it was Jungkook you were throwing it at.

“More, more, more,” they chant as you move sensually. Luckily another bouncer comes to hand you another bra top to put on just before the lights around you snap back on.

You're exciting, boy, come find me, your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" fuck that feeling both us fighting, could he try me? Mmm, most likely,

You mouth along to the song while staring right at Jungkook, a tiny smile adorning your lips as you spin around once more on the pole. You don’t look over for the rest of the dance because you’re too nervous to face the outcome. This was the first time you’ve pulled a move other than looking at him and giving Jungkook “fuck me” eyes.

When the show ends you’re pulled to the side by a squealing Soyeon and a giggling Soojin. “Did you not fucking see the look he gave you when you did that?!” Soyeon gasps, “He literally looked so fuckin’ pissed—in a good way though—like he did that thing he does with his tongue and cheek and then he pulled one of his guys to the side!”

“He wants you for real.” Soojin smirks as she pokes your side, “Looks like the birthday girl is gonna get some dick tonight.” She coos in your ear while cupping your tits in her hands, “So what’s your plan, hmm?” She lays her chin over your shoulder, Soyeon nods too and waits for your response.

You contemplate for a second but quickly make up your mind, “I think you guys already know,” you lean back into Soojin with a playful little smile, “who wouldn’t?”

“True,” Soyeon nods, “but you have to tell us the details okay? You gotta tell me if that thing he’s carrying is like nine inches or something.” She looks pretty serious and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you reply ‘then why don’t you find out?’ She gives you an almost offended look, “Girl that’s your man first of all, secondly I got my own.” She winks.

The three of you chat a little more until Namjoon, one of Jungkook’s closest bodyguards, comes through the door searching the room. When he makes eye contact with you he strides over with a friendly demeanor, “y/n, right?” He tilts his head a little to the side, “Jungkook’s asking for you, said if you could meet him up in the balcony?”

You nod in a heartbeat, “I’m just gonna clean up a little, ‘m a little sweaty ‘n stuff.” You softly reply as Soojin gets to quickly re-touching your makeup. He nods understandingly and murmurs a low “Come up when you’re ready.” After he leaves, Soojin and Soyeon slowly turn to you with little smirks on their faces and brushes in their hands.

.

When you reach the balcony you come across Jungkook sprawled out on the sofa with both arms stretched out. He looks a hot mess with the way his tie is hazardously tossed to the side and his white button-up sits messily undone over his chest. “Seems like we’ve finally met.” He hums.

“Hello Mr Jeon,” you softly greet like the polite little thing you are. Your eyes flicker down to the gold cross hanging over his chest, not missing the way his eyes flashed when you said ‘Mr Jeon’. It’s nerve wracking looking into his eyes because Jungkook always held eye-contact and you hated how he made you cower in delight, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to be requested by patrons.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly and brings the cigar up to his lips taking a long drag from it, “Oh? And does that include me too sweetheart?” A pleasant little shiver runs down your spine when the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly. You find yourself craving for more.

“I don’t know,” you softly say while inching closer, you come to a stop in front of him, “does my boss consider himself to be included..?” You teasingly run your finger over his shoulder and slowly lower yourself on his thigh, “Does he?” Jungkook’s nostrils flare as he blows the smoke to the side, dropping the cigar on to the ashtray below.

“You wanna give me a dance, is that it sweetheart?” Jungkook drawls out lazily. His eyes inch downwards as he admires the pretty little “outfit” you got on. It reminds him of the little show you put on out there.

Your breath hitches when he grabs the hanging garter string between two fingers and twirls it around in his hold. “...is a dance what you want?” You reply breathily.

Jungkook lays his hand flat on your thigh and strokes over it slowly, idly rubbing his hand up and down over the soft skin. “You offering me more sweetheart?” He licks his lips, “You gonna be a good girl and put on a show like out there—give me a private show just for little ol’ me?” He leans closer to you with his hot breath fanning over your chin and lips.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, “ ‘s not fair.”

He grins and noses along your jawline towards your slender neck, “Not fair? How so sweet girl?” He whispers as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your inner thigh, “Hm?” He blows in your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

You tilt your head to look at him, “Because, it’s my birthday.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as you unconsciously lick your own, “Aren’t you gonna wish me happy birthday?” You whisper.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook looks up at you in amusement as he leans closer, “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

Jungkook gently slips his lips against yours, barely moving as he inched his hand upward between your thighs. You’re so lost in the taste of him as you let your thighs fall open invitingly, and your hands came up to rest over his shoulders. Jungkook grunts under his breath, he moves his lips sensually over yours causing wet smacking noises to fill the space between you two. You softly whine as your lips become glossy and kissed raw from Jungkook’s little bites and harsh kisses.

“Why don’t you lay back, hm? Gonna show you what birthday girls get from me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your neck as he slowly guides you on your back, “there you go, just like that baby—yea..spread ‘em for me.” He watches you in pure delight over how well you’re following his instructions.

You stare up at him with a dazed look, “Do you give every birthday girl this?” You purse your lips in annoyance just thinking about all the other girls who have probably been under him like this.

Jungkook toys with the strap of your bra, “No, just ones that like to tease me on stage.” He smirks as he hooks his finger under the middle of the bra, he tugs it downward until both tits spill out from the cups, “Will you look at that..” He murmurs appreciatively when he sees your pretty pebbled nipples, “I wonder if you’re pretty everywhere else too.”

Your lips part to say something but Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You sigh quietly and enjoy the feeling of his wet hot tongue circling and licking over your nipple. He moves his other hand to your other tit and gently wraps his hand around the doughy flesh. Jungkook pulls away and leaves a small trail of spit over your hard nub, as he rolls and kneads your tit in his other hand.

A surprised little “oh!” escapes your lips when he dives down to suck on the other nipple. “Mm–wait,” you throw your head back when his other hand dips low between your thighs, pressing two fingers over your drenched pussy. He teases your clit through your panties as he presses the soaked material against your slicked up cunt.

He hums to himself and pulls away to trail kisses down the middle of your body. His other hand slides down your side until he’s resting it against your hip where the waistband of your panties sits. “Been dreaming bout this day n night sweetheart, you don’t even know how fuckin’ crazy you drive me.” He hooks two fingers under the waistband, “You make it so hard for a man sometimes, you got me fiending like a dog for you.” He growls.

You look down at him and slip your hands over his, “Then make me yours,” you breathily whisper, “ ‘s all yours,” you dreamily smile while hooking your thighs over his shoulders.

Jungkook all but tears your panties off with a loud riiip. He leaves open mouthed kisses trailing down until his mouth’s hovering over your pussy, he wastes no time in letting his tongue dip between your folds. He laps at your messy folds and lays his tongue flat against your clit as he flicks it back and forth teasingly. You quickly become a whimpering mess under him.

He uses his grip to bring your cunt closer to his face, his hands slip under your ass cheeks and he grips both cheeks in his palms. Your eyes flutter shut as you slip your hands into his hair, you wonder if anyone was watching right now. The balcony itself had a thick siding but the thought of them watching Jungkook and you sent delicious little tremors down your spine. “Mm–like that,” you whisper softly while lifting your hips more for him.

It feels like he’s making out with your pussy with the way he’s licking and sucking at your chubby folds, taking a lip into his mouth as he sucks on it teasingly before dipping back in to tease your clit. A choked up moan escapes when his tongue slips lower and pokes at your winking hole, “Please, please,” you tearfully whine, “want more.”

Jungkook leaves a gentle little smooch on your pussy before he goes back to business. His hot tongue slips right into you pushing past your tight rim. Your lips fall open in a small ‘o’ as you shudder, he’s flicking his tongue upwards against your g-spot repeatedly. You scramble to get a hold of him with your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Mmm,” you push his head against you and sigh when his nose accidentally bumps into your clit, “...daddy—” You cry out when the pleasure gets too much and you curl into yourself from the sensitivity.

Jungkook freezes under you, he pulls away and climbs over you with your legs falling from his shoulders. “What did you say?” His eyes narrow, they’re dark with hunger and lust. You look up at him through bleary eyes and giggle instead of answering. Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, relishing in the moan that bubbles out of your throat, “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” He chuckles breathily, “Go on then, tell me what you just said now.” He squeezes gently and runs his thumb over your lips, it’s nothing too drastic but it serves as a reminder.

Your tongue darts out to run over your upper lip seductively, “Would you rather I called you sir? Or Mr Jeon?” You breathily giggle, “Does it turn you on laying me out here in the open for everyone to see?” You whisper as your lips wrap around his thumb, you suck with a low lewd moan.

Jungkook cusses under his breath, “Fuckin’ hell.. Nothing but a straight demon, look at you, jesus.” He bites his lip and pops his wet thumb out of your mouth, “They can look all they want but this pussy’s mine,” he cups your cunt with his free hand, “daddy’s gonna have you all dolled up with a little collar so people know who you belong to.” He smirks.

You mewl at the thought of him putting you in a collar as you eagerly paw at his slacks, “Please daddy,” you slur out, “ ‘m so wet for you. Aren’t you gonna be nice and give me what I want? Or do I have to find someone to do the job for you?” You grin deviously.

Jungkook’s cock is out within seconds after hearing that, he slaps the wet tip over your clit in soft taps. He listens to the wet squelching your cunt makes, it’s like music to his ears hearing how soaked you are. You let your legs slip open wider as he crowds you while slipping his cock between your folds. The tip catches on to your hole and prods at you, “Please,” you whine softly, “wan’ it in,” you buck your hips so more of his cock pops into you.

“Shit, relax for me baby.” He sighs as he slips his cock inch for inch slowly. His cock fits snug in your tight little cunt, you struggle a bit to house the rest of his cock inside of you but eventually he bottoms out with a small smack. “There you go,” he moans in bliss, “doin’ so good for me.”

You shudder at the praise and stare up at him with puppy eyes, “Don’t want it soft and nice daddy—want it fast n hard.” You hook your arms around his shoulders and bring him down for a sweet gentle peck, “You’ll give me what I want, right daddy?” You bat your lashes at him.

Jungkook groans shakily, “Fuck yes—I’ll give you everything you want baby.” He pumps his cock in and out of you, “Gonna have you dripping in diamonds.” He gasps as his hips roll forward with each time being a little more rougher than the last.

His movements cause you to lightly bounce in place under him, you can only moan and whimper as he drives his cock in and out of you. Your pussy hugs his cock tight when backstrokes making it a bit hard to fuck into you. He shoves his hand between the two of you and presses down on your clit with his thumb causing a loud cry to escape your lips.

“Harder..!” You rasp out and throw your head back. Jungkook wastes no time in diving in to bury his face between your shoulder and neck, leaving a mess of hickeys and love bites in his wake.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he gasps, “ ‘s like this slutty little pussy was made for me.” He fucks into your rougher and makes sure to press in deep each time he bottoms out.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, you dig your nails into his shoulder and curl your legs around his waist tightly. “S-So good,” you gasp. His fat cock fills you up just nicely and rubs up against every sensitive spot inside your cunt. You can feel every throb and vein on his cock as he fucks away mindlessly.

Jungkook tilts his face to messily slot his lips against your own, he slams his hips upwards rather harshly. Each punishing thrust leaves you shaking and mewling for more, you weakly hold on to him for dear life and try not loosen your grip on him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites teasingly as a low whine escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you baby? Got myself a little painslut don’t I?” He purrs low while circling his hips and letting you feel every inch of his cock.

You hiss softly and hide your face in the soft cushioning of the couch, you’ve long blocked out the music in favor of focusing on two things: Jungkook and the wet noises your cunt made. You could feel dollops of slick run down your taint and between your ass cheeks. His cock was drenched in your wetness, everytime he pushed back in a loud squelch was followed shortly after.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock baby? Gonna make it nice n messy for me?” He huskily whispers, “C’mon baby, answer me.” He lightly slaps your cheek forcing you to look at him.

“Y-Yes,” you softly gasp, back arching when he strikes your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yes what?” He licks his lips.

“Yes daddy.” You whimper out. Jungkook captures your lips in a heated kiss and then proceeds to slam his cock in and out of your battered pussy.

You hug him tightly while messily kissing back as his cock slips in and out of your gaping cunt. He pulls out to the very tip before slamming back in and repeating the process over and over. Loud wet smacks are heard but you’re too cock drunk to see (or care) if anyone is looking. Before you even realize it, your cunt squeezes tightly around him and you cum with a loud cry. Your pussy absolutely gushes around him.

Jungkook groans low in his throat, he comes to a halt and simply grinds his cock into you. He feels more slick coat his cock until he’s covered in slick. He throbs at the sight of your trembling thighs and presses his cock in, letting his creamy cum fill your pussy up. You both slump into each other, he pants heavily and just lays there with his body covering your own.

“Got all night baby,” he murmurs in your ear while kissing the side of your head, “why don’t we get a little more comfortable in my bed, yeah?” He whispers.

You turn to press your lips to his, “Mmhm,” you pull away as a string of spit follows, “gonna give you a REAL show daddy.” You softly say.

Jungkook chuckles quietly, “I’m sure you are.”

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[unreliablesnake]

Not on my watch (Ghost x reader)

Summary: Soap finds out Ghost is dating his little sister.

Warning: mention of miscarriage, age gap

“No,” Soap said sternly as his eyes moved from the lieutenant to you. “Don't even think about it.”

“Johnny, I–”

“No, LT, there's nothing you can say that would change my mind. She's my little sister! I've been sheltering her from assholes and people like us from the beginning.”

Ghost let out a groan as he buried his hand into his hair and grabbed a fistful of it. “Come on, she's an adult. She can decide who she wants to date,” he tried. 

“Have you stopped to consider how much younger she is? Hmm?” Soap began as he poked his superior’s chest. “Because I can assure you our parents would be against it too. Imagine the scandal if they or anyone we know found out.”

And while Ghost was losing hope of having a proper conversation with the Scotsman, you seemed pretty confident that you could win this debate. “They love me, they wouldn’t object. They only have issues with your girlfriends because they’re usually–”

“You'd better not finish that sentence, lassie,” Soap warned her with a raised finger. 

“Just saying,” you told him with your hands held up.

“Can't we discuss this like adults? Please, just try to consider supporting us. I love her, we've been through hell already, I won't break her heart,” Ghost tried, feeling a sudden wave of guilt pass through him when he felt you tightly wrap your fingers around his hand.

Soap didn't miss any words, he immediately picked up on a hint. “What does that supposed to mean? What hell have you been through?” he asked.

Before Ghost could answer, you put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Don't,” was all you said.

But Soap was like a dog that didn't wanna let go of the bone he got. “I'm gonna ask again. What are you talking about?”

“She was pregnant,” Ghost suddenly announced, causing you to let go of his hand and begin to pace the room. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but he had enough of games. “We wanted to keep it, but she had a miscarriage.”

The sergeant suddenly understood everything that had happened in the past months. “Is that why you were so mad at everyone for a while?” he asked you, earning a cautious nod in response. “Fuck me.” He ran a hand through his mohawk as he took a few steps back. “Mom and Dad can't find out. Ever. And if anyone asks–”

“I don't need you to control my life, Johnny! I'm not a kid anymore,” you reminded him. “Just accept we're together and don't sabotage our relationship. That's all I'm asking for.”

Instead of speaking up, Soap walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. He knew you were right, it was probably time for him to treat you like an adult. And as for Ghost, he would be a hypocrite if he said he had never laid his eyes on younger women before. Because he did, and he also knew how persuasive you could be if you wanted something.

“If you end up breaking her heart anyway, I might shoot you on the field by accident,” he warned the lieutenant over your shoulder.

[verinarin]

The mission and how it teaches him the slight difference between protectiveness and possessiveness

(Dr. Ratio x Partner Fem! Reader)

Part One (￣^￣)ゞ - Part Three ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

This would be a trilogy so expect one more part

This is mainly spicy fluff as I like to call it (fluff with sexual tension ψ(｀∇´)ψ) The sum of this fic is… let’s watch Ratio lose his marbles over Reader gambling her life yet again !

comment what do you think about this part, it sorta motivates me lolololol (*⁰▿⁰*)

Support me on Ko-fi ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

If someone could be an embodiment of both the path of erudition and nihility it would be you, because he couldn’t fathom how a person could be so strategic yet so careless at the same time

Your eyes glimmers with vexatious enthusiasm as the dealer distributes the cards, he shouldn’t have agreed to meet with the potential client in a casino of all places

“Don’t fool yourself, think before anything else,” he leans beside your ear, trying to at least guide you to not do anything heedless

“Veritas Ratio, don’t you worry we’re not here to gamble,” you smile as you glance at your cards

He audibly sighs as he leans back, his arms folded as he see your opponent in front of you, a well known casino owner in Penacony someone so powerful that the IPC would want in their pocket

You’re tasked to invest in said casino, no matter what choices you have to make in the future, you need to report back with satisfactory results

That’s something you never cease to succeed in, doubling the profits. While he is here to assure your safety while doing so and the legality of your methods, while the casino owner over there ogles all over your body, how disgusting…

“I’m here to extend my sincerest gratitude for setting the meeting for today,” you extend your hand for a handshake towards the man seating before you, which is reciprocated but you can’t help but to feel a little bit distraught over the firm handshake

“Now now it’s not a big deal really, so what does the IPC wants from me hmm?,” the man chuckles, his eyes glaring at you, like a predator stalking its prey

Ratio took notice of this, the man exudes a strange aura that he can’t seem to pinpoint, leering at you while seemingly unaware of him currently seating beside you

“Ah a man that gets right to the point, I like that ! Ratio if you don’t mind,” with that he nods as he took a briefcase filled with a hefty amount of credits

“We’re here to invest in your casino sir, to further aid us in widening our connections and intel pool,” Ratio opens the briefcase to reveal its contents for the casino owner to see and he doesn’t seem to be interested at the slightest

You study his micro-expressions and quickly state that everything is negotiable if credits doesn’t suit his taste, he smiles before revealing his true desire

“Well now I’m a casino owner and I have plenty of investments under my name, I need no more credits in my life, but well what I do need is a beauty like you,” hearing this a gear starts to move on your head, your eyes glints underneath the yellow light

Ratio on the other hand can’t believe in such fool existing, worse yet breathing in front of him with such mediocre want, if his sharp gaze could be considered blades, then this man already have his neck severed seconds ago

“A lady like me have a high price tag y’know ?,” you let out a small snicker as you fold your arms, a sudden soreness blooms on your thigh you struggle to keep your smile as you glance down to see Ratio’s hand digging itself into your thigh

You glance up to see his expression, it’s screaming ‘foolish girl are you seriously going to do what I think you’re going to do’

You forgot that Mr. Veritas Ratio over here also has a PhD in reading you, he knows very well you’re going to gamble away your life yet again

The casino owner notice quickly of the tension between you both and so he cuts straight towards his price “I’m willing to let you invest in my casino for 40% profit if you win sweetheart, but if you lose then you’re going to stay and be my personal doll,”

Before Ratio could even open his mouth to disapprove these moronic terms, you’re quick to give your own terms

“Now now as I say before I’m quite the expensive asset, if you want me to be your pretty little doll then I’m afraid you’re going to gamble more,” you pout your soft lips at the casino owner, successfully riling up both him and Ratio at the same time

“With a cute face like that, you’re making me want to gamble my life away,” he boisterously laugh

“Then please do !, if you win you’ll have me but if you lose you’re going to sell this casino of yours and the payment would be the amount of credits that’s inside that briefcase,” you quickly reply

The man scoffs before dimming the cigarette he was smoking “What makes a pretty little thing like you so confident about winning ?,”

“Let’s just say I have a winning streak these past days, now what do you say sir ?,” well that’s true to some extent Ratio needs to applaud your constant stream of luck but that doesn’t justify whatever this is

“I love that feisty attitude of yours, so let’s gamble !,” the casino owner seemed to be riled up by your confident nature

While Ratio is currently questioning how does his life leads to being stuck in here between two gambling maniacs with questionable intellect, his cover his face back with his alabaster head, not wanting to interact with this monstrosity of a situation

“Great !, Ratio please draft us a contract immediately, I can’t wait to start,” you turn your head to the side to reveal Ratio glaring at you, with that look of disapproval emanating from his person, well you can’t see his expression but you definitely feel it, like mentally and physically feel his disappointment…

“Of course excuse us sir, while we compose a fair contract,” Ratio took off his alabaster head before excusing himself outside the private room, dragging you with him

Before you could protest however, he shoves you towards the wall and pins you in place with his arms caging you in, holding you captive for as long as he deems fit to scold you

With one of his arm on top of your head and the other holding you in place by your waist you could hear his uneven breathing pattern accompanied by his rather intoxicating scent “Did I not make myself clear earlier, think before executing your task !,” he whispers beside your ear, his tone deep and demanding

At this point you wish for him to yell at you instead as per usual because being close to him like this makes your brain melt, especially after that incident an hour ago.

‘What’s with the sexual tension !!!?!’, you silently scream as you try to come out with an excuse, but your brain has failed to do so because it’s currently overheating

He’s grown impatient with the silence you gave, he uses his hand to gently force your face to look at him, forcing you to stop ignoring him. “I-i umm if I win this gamble y’know how profitable it’ll be right ahahaha,” you nervously mumble, your sentence was a bit jumbled because of him unnecessarily squeezing your whole face

His eyes stares dead into yours before asking one more question with that deep silky smooth voice he used earlier, “What if you fail to win ?, it’ll be a tremendous lost for the IPC and you’ll be gifting away yourself in a silver platter to a fool who doesn’t deserve you, not even worth your time,”

‘ASDHDJFHKSK,’ is the inaudible sound that internally plays inside your brain as you feel his thumb caressing your bottom lip. I mean sure the IPC would suffer quite the loss for losing one of its high rank employee but not tremendous loss and what’s with the last statement?!?, you feel like Ratio is threading on a thin line between being protective and possessive

“I live by ‘audaces fortuna iuvat’ and I’ll stick with it till the rest of my life Ratio, so please believe in my ability to win or at least try to be supportive of me,” you sternly reply

There it is, the fiery passion reflecting in your eyes that he oddly founds to be attractive

Well this whole ordeal goes against his way to conduct negotiations and he doesn’t like to admit that the stakes are pretty tolerable considering the reward. As much as he hates to admit it, you do have an unparalleled ability to gamble your way out of situations; scarily reminds him of a peculiar person back at the office

“It seems that you’re certain with your decision, once I draft this contract and send it to headquarters there’s no turning back and I can’t assist you in anyway,” he sighs as he puts both of his hand on your shoulder, insinuating the high pressure of this gamble

You already feel the pressure by his mere presence, but you won’t back down not when you already manage to lure that casino owner into a shitty gamble

“Draft the contract, I assure you by the end of this I’ll be taking the Casino’s land certificate,” you smile, with that he can’t help but to take a deep breath and sigh, that’s it there’s no going back now

“You can’t afford to lose, this is your freedom we’re talking about and you’re not a damn trophy he could flaunt,” he huffs as he now retracts his hands away

“Relax, if I don’t know you any better I might mistake this as you feeling a little bit too possessive over me,” you jokingly punch his arm

However his reply is no joke at all “Maybe I am, who knows it’s open to interpretation, but do note that I can’t afford to lose you too,”

“W-what for what possible reason?!?,” this man has a tendency to really keep you on your edge doesn’t he ?

“I have my own reasons and agenda, that I will not disclose at least not when you’re gambling your freedom away,” he sighs as he massage his temples

“Fine have it your way mister I’m soo morally ambiguous!,” you huff as you walk back towards the door, however he grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards his embrace,

“May fortune bless the bold,” he mumbles against the crown of your hair, his arm loops around your shoulder as, holding you close against his chest as he inhales your calming scent for the last time, you took this weirdly affectionate Ratio as a good sign of luck !

Since he usually hit your head with that ridiculously heavy codex instead-

“Stop worrying about this, you know that the chances of me winning is higher than that guy !,” you mutter against his broad chest before pushing him away and turn your heels toward the door

With a huge smile on your face you open the door to reveal decks of cards and poker chips waiting for you “Let’s gamble shall we ?,”

[jade-jini]

could i request my loser gp!sakura who keeps getting a hard on during rehearsels because of seeing reader doing the throwing it back move in Perfect Night 😓 and ofc reader has to helo help!!! duh!!!

(Pervert Sakura is a popular favorite am I right or am I right yall?)

Sakura looking at you like this as you kept practicing the same moves over and over again ‘cause you couldn’t seem to get them right. At first she was just cheering you up, calling your name and clapping so you could feel supported and motivated by her as the good member and unnie she was<3 but when you were throwing it back -

Even after you got that part perfect, she kept telling you to work on it ‘cause “you weren’t there yet”, she’d say while discreetly fixing her boner in her shorts. What a good unnie, even offering to stay with you when everybody else left so you wouldn’t be alone practicing :((. Whole time she just loved how you moved and wanted to watch you without the risk of the other members and the choreographer catching her. Having to constantly check she wasn’t drooling ‘cause she kept staring at you with her mouth open like a dumbass 😭. Telling you she was gonna help you fix your posture, but it was just an excuse to get her hands on you, rubbing herself against your ass hoping you wouldn’t notice it ‘cause she wanted that feeling in her brain for later on that night when she gets home and touches herself thinking about you.

But Ofc you noticed, girlie was hard af, and too much of a stupid pervert to realize she was being too obvious.

“Unnie, what’s that?” You said, trying to turn around to see what was it that was poking your low back lmao

“W-what’s what?” She asked, trying her best to sound calm.

“I think your belt is hurting me wait”

“No! y/n wait-” she argued, trying to stop you from turning around, she didn’t need one of her members knowing how dirty minded she is :( but as you guys struggled a bit, she fell on her ass. With her hands still on your waist, she took you with her, making you fall seated on her lap. “Oh fuck..” she groaned, the pressure on her cock hurting but not in the bad way at all.

“Oh God, unnie I’m so sorry, are you ok?” You asked her, worried that you might have hurt her since the sounds she was making made it seem like it.

“Hmm y/n wait, stay like that please…” Sakura practically begged, starting to lose a grip on herself, having you so close to her like this making her forget she couldn’t just have you without making sure you were ok with it first. Her hands firm on your body stopping you from getting up. Her behavior got you a little confused, did you actually hurt her? If you did she would’ve tried to get you off her, right?

“What? Kkura unnie are you sure you’re ok? And what’s this on your pocket that keeps poking my leg-” you moved a bit just to give your hand enough space to check what was it on Sakura’s pants, and stopped when you realized. How stupid were you not to think about that possibility before. Sakura gulped, both ‘cause of the contact of your hand with her member, and because you caught her in such an embarrassing state. She was a little scared, what if you were disgusted by it? What if you didn’t wanna be friends with her anymore? What if you tell the others? Oh god, how would this affect the whole group? A million thoughts running through her head, while her other head stayed hard as a rock. However, you were everything but disgusted by this.

“So that’s why you kept telling me to continue practicing, huh?” You said, teasing her neck with your nose, your breath causing shivers on the older girl. “Tell me, unnie. When did I actually get it right, hm? For how long you kept me going just ‘cause you wanted to see me?”

“y/n, I-I’m sorry. I really am, I didn’t mean to-” she started apologizing, her voice trembling.

“Shh, it’s ok. You’re already having a hard time right now anyways, aren’t you?” You asked her, your voice softening as your eyes moved to her covered member. “Does it hurt, unnie?”

She didn’t say anything, she just nodded while her eyes followed yours, ashamed to look at you.

“Then I guess I should help you.”

“Eh?!” Sakura asked looking at you so fast with eyes wide open, not sure if she could trust her ears.

“Oh please, don’t act silly now. We both know this is what you wanted, right?” She nodded again, her face red. “Then let me be good and help my unnie. She helped me enough today with my practicing, right? It’s just compensating.”

And that’s how you ended up sucking her dick while she was seated with her back against the wall, the mirror in front of you guys as she enjoyed looking at you from time to time. Sakura’s cock was so sensitive though, that with every lick your tongue gave it she left out whimper after whimper. The tip turning from a pinkish to a more red color, you couldn’t help but play with it with the tip of your tongue. This making her not know what to do with her hands, they went from rubbing your back as she moaned “so good, baby. So fucking good…” to biting her fingers, to grabbing her own neck slightly with one hand, to her nails scratching the floor and the wall behind her, trying to grab anything while her brain became nothing with the delicious sensation of your mouth on her length. The deeper you got it inside your mouth, the closer you were pushing her to her orgasm.

“Ugh baby I’m so close, just like that…” She asked, her hands grabbing your head and keeping you close, making sure you stay right where you were. “Be good and keep unnie’s cock in your pretty mouth when she cums, ok?” She cooed you, letting you breathe for a few seconds only.

“Yes unnie…” you said, catching your breath as you quickly put her back inside your mouth.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” the older girl moaned, her voice hitting higher tones as she started fucking your mouth. You looked up and felt yourself clenching around nothing as Sakura looked so hot lost in her pleasure. Her eyes closed, biting her lip to try and fail to contain the obnoxious noises coming from her mouth. “Oh my god…” you heard her at the same time that thick ropes of cum went down your throat, barely allowing any air to enter but you didn’t care at all, you felt so good knowing it was your Sakura unnie using you like this. Knowing she was this horribly horny just ‘cause she watched you dancing.

You swallowed everything Kkura gave you, and when the grip on your head got loose, you finally took her cock off your mouth. When you sat next to her, she was still not there, clearly. Processing her orgasm, she just sighed and whispered “thank you..” and Omg she just looked so cute, with her hair all messy and her facial features clean of makeup and relaxed. You just giggled “anytime, unnie~” and kissed her cheek before resting on her shoulder, hoping practice becomes this interesting next time soon.

Ngl I went back to watch the dance performance and I got distracted🧍🏻‍♀️

[pumpkinbxtch]

:D omg, you are going to make me addicted to apolo, the man cries out to be loved, a request for the favor of our dear apolo (in devinart there was a farm where the reader dated leo but he cheated on her with calypso, then the He realizes that he made the worst mistake of his life, seeing that because of calypso he was attracted but he loved the reader)How does Leo react when he discovers that his ex-girlfriend, whom he still loves, is now Apollo's partner(fiancee) pleeeees

i'm a loser.・゜-: ✧ :-

leo valdez x fem!reader x apollo

summary: Leo realizes that he messed it up a little... well no, he totally screwed up. And now he's going for you, he's going to tell you that he loves you, that you should be together for the rest of your lifes oooh, wait. Are you married with Apollo? THE GOD APOLLO? warnings: THIS IS SO LONG, HAHA but another one? mmm nope, i don't think so. a/n: yeaaaah, the concept you gave me is so hilarious, i love it. Leo is literally my boyfriend but making him suffer makes me laugh, it's like YES DAMN CRY FOR ME, but whatever. i was even inspired by that song by my beloved Beatles. i hope you like it.

w/c: 2.617 (the longest I've done so far, followed by "lovelorn")

Apollo wanted to laugh, he really wanted to, but he had learned not to make fun of other people's shit, but damn, could you blame him? He definitely never thought that Leo Valdez was an opponent for him, don't get him wrong, he was saying it because he likes him. (really) and helped him during his mission, but there, standing from his palace on Olympus, he could see everything, including if someone was threatening against you, his wife.

Flames rose as Leo threw the map into the air in fury, totally frustrated in Festus. He couldn't find you, in fact, Apollo kept wondering how he was tracking you, but he didn't seem to want to answer that question. No, or he would end his patience, yes, he had appreciation for the Son of Hephaestus, but when they messed with you, he would lose his mind immediately, or worse, try to get into their relationship? He would be in charge of throwing Leo from the Mount Olympus.

Of course, he wasn't afraid, much less jealous, but he knew what the relationship with Leo had meant to you. You were totally in love, even Apollo knows that you would have married him if only Leo hadn't screwed things up, and boy did he do it big.

He mean, cheating on you with the now ex-sorceress Calypso? Oh, man. Who the fuck would cheat on you? Hmm, yes, Leo Valdez.

The main doors of the palace opened and Apollo dissolved the image. Some murmurs were heard, followed by footsteps heading towards the main throne room, it was definitely you.

— Apollo?—  He heard the doors opening, and he stood in front of the fire, he didn't want to lie to you, but he couldn't interfere either, he knew that would make you upset. The footsteps approached and he felt you take his arm. — Apollo!— 

He looked at you and feigned surprise. He raised both hands in welcome and cradled your face with them before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. — My beautiful wife.

You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours, and you smiled tenderly.

— Dear husband — You said in a soft mocking tone. You used to do it when Apollo couldn't help but sound so… posh. But to tell the truth, he filled you with joy.

He ran his fingers over your forehead, removing some baby hairs, and made a golden wreath of laurels appear on the crown of your head. He always spent his time adorning you and making you feel loved, you loved him.

Then, Apollo forced himself to blow out the bubble.

— Do you want something, dear?

— I know we're on… — your cheeks turned pink — the honeymoon, but I need to go to Camp Jupiter.

Your pleading eyes, damn, not even Zeus would dare say no to you. Then, he realized what was happening. Apollo tried to hide the realization from himself, but that name began to swirl in his mind; The Fates. Those antiques would hear about him.

—The honeymoon is an old concept, with traditions that we really don't take so… literally anymore —Apollo said as he gently ran his fingers over your blushing cheeks. —So, you know you can come and go whenever you want. I'm not like my uncle Hades.

The blonde giggled, and you poked his arm, making him jump.

— Apollo!

— My love!

You looked at him with a frown, and he smiled even more, trying to push aside all those thoughts where you could get hurt.

It was a fact, you were going to meet Leo at Camp Jupiter, and he wouldn't be able to do anything.

He caressed your face once more and turned, walking to the large window of the great room.

You felt bad leaving him alone, you didn't want to leave him like that, but you were in the last semesters of your degree. Yes, you were on vacation, but you had to leave some paperwork behind.

— I won't take a second.

Apollo let out a short laugh, full of knowledge. He knew it would take you at least a day and a half to get back to him. He turned to you and walked slowly.

—Just come back to me, dear.

Your eyes shone, and you walked the distance he needed to close the distance between you. You took his hands and kissed his knuckles.

— Always.

He turned his hands so that he was the one holding yours now and made a wedding ring appear on your ring finger. When you looked at the diamond, you raised your eyebrow and your look became amused.

—Do you mark your territory?

Apollo smiled and kissed your forehead.

— In case some fool hasn't heard the great news that I am your husband.

The fool was Leo, yes. Apollo said it for him, if not, for who else?

Your husband had done you a favor and made you appear right at the entrance to Camp Jupiter, advantages of a god making you his wife. When the campers guarding the doors saw you, they immediately opened it for you.

You excused yourself and made your way towards New Rome, in fact, you hesitated whether to go there first or go say hello or… If you would meet them anyway near the university.

You walked to the limit.

You loved New Rome, it was definitely home to you, at least when you had to stay on campus during the semester. But to live the rest of your life there would also have been pleasant, although Mount Olympus wasn't bad.

You made your way and some looked at you. So, you quickened your pace, you didn't like to attract a lot of attention like that.

You moved quickly towards the university and found the campus. Blessed be the gods.

You clutched the papers to your chest and walked.

— HEY!

You turned around slowly, not really wanting any questions. But you turned completely around when you saw Frank holding hands with Hazel, trying to reach you.

— GUYS!

They both caught up to you and smiled hungrily. They wanted to hug you, but they backed out at the last moment, which made you frown.

— What was that?

Frank started babbling and Hazel laughed nervously.

—Can we hug you?

You laughed and threw yourself at both of them, so you hugged at the same time. — You fools, I'm the same as always. Just how married and that's it.

Frank denied. — WITH APOLLO

Hazel punched him in the belly, making him double over. The three of you laughed, and then she looked at you nervously.

—Have you seen anyone else? —She asked. You denied.

— I figured Percy and Annabeth would be in New York for the holidays. Nico and Will, Camp Half-Blood, Jason finishing his accounting for the new altars. Piper, in Oklahoma… — You made loops with your hand and thought if you had forgotten someone.

Hazel looked at Frank, and he encouraged her to say whatever had them both acting that way.

Hazel sighed.

—Leo arrived in the morning.

Your expression did not change at all, a reaction that your friends had not expected.

— AND?

Frank scratched the back of his neck nervously. — He is actually searching for you.

Then your eyebrows raised, showing your confusion.

— what? — You snorted. You looked for any sign that it was a joke, but there was none. — So? Do I owe him money?

Hazel laughed nervously and shook her head.

— I think he's looking for you because he wants to fix things with you.

— He's desperate —  Frank agreed.

You laughed sarcastically.

—But he knows that I'm already married, right?

— Apparently… no one told him.

— What? — You asked again, raising your voice a little more. Both exchanged nervous glances. You mean, how far is Indianapolis? — Wait, he was with Calypso, he literally cheated on me with her because he said she was the love of his life.

The two of them raised their shoulders and you scoffed.

—Anyway, I'll leave these documents and go off to enjoy what's left of the vacation. Apollo waits for me. Will you accompany me?

Damn, the three of you were about to enter when you heard someone call your name, then Hazel's and finally Frank's, he was definitely the one who turned around, consequently forcing you and Hazel to do the same.

What your eyes saw were priceless. It was Leo running across campus with half his shirt burned and a desperate expression. Your heart raced, and your feet wanted to run away, instead, you stayed still and speechless.

—You are seeing the same thing, right?

Your friends nodded.

—He wasn't like this when we last saw him— Hazel said, forcing a smile and shaking her hand at Leo.

Leo had stopped at Camp Jupiter for supplies, also to check that you weren't there, and you definitely weren't there when he arrived, but rumors spread fast. You wondered if your ex-boyfriend had heard about why everyone was whispering about your arrival, but it seemed like not, or at least he seemed to ignore it.

And so it was.

Fate, the planets, and the stars aligned to ensure that Leo was ignorant about it, so that you would be the one to deal the final blow.

Things with Calypso didn't work out, why? Leo couldn't get you off his mind. Oh, what had he done? He literally cried like a baby when he realized he still loved you. He loved you, you loved him, so as always, he had to screw up.

Leo ran harder; He was taller, a little stockier, and his curls were fluffier than ever. Everything you used to worship was probably just a shadow of its former self. You weren't saying that he was bad, but you definitely no longer felt anything for him, although you couldn't help but feel a tug in your tummy full of melancholy, pain, and anger.

You had already forgiven him, but his recklessness made you want to kill him.

With little breath, Leo crouched down in front of you, grabbing his knees and looking for air.

You took a step back, your face dripping with confusion.

Hazel and Frank looked at him disapprovingly.

—I've been looking for you—he finally said.

— That's what I heard.

Leo stood up and wanted to hug you. To your surprise, you didn't stop him. You missed your friend Leo Valdez. Not your cheating ex-boyfriend, Leo Valdez.

Frank and Hazel screamed and became nervous.

—I've missed you.— He said, breathing softly, taking in pinches of your scent.

Your heart clenched and you forced yourself to smile.

—Me too, Leo.

That gave him courage. He broke the hug and gently took you by the arms.

— I was wrong… — His brown eyes projected remorse and sorrow. — I was seriously wrong, I shouldn't have…

The son of Hephaestus took a deep breath.

— I betrayed your trust. I put your love aside to think that my place was with someone else, but what a jerk… My place has always been with you. You are the one I love the most. Please forgive me …

Those words, as you would have liked to hear them so long ago, but now they were slipping over you, completely meaningless.

—Leo…

— Please! Give me another chance.

His plea resonated, drawing the attention of some residents. They took it as just a student love situation until they saw you. Oh shit, weren't you the wife of the great Apollo?

— Leo, you see… No. We can't have another chance.

Leo's heart beat so fast that he felt like it would jump out of his heart. He held you a little tighter and leaned down.

He was going to kiss you.

— No! — Hazel gasped and Frank hid behind her.

People around the campus seemed on the edge of their seats, they even plead the gods for Apollo didn't appear out of nowhere and incinerate them all. The god was definitely struggling to control his breathing from the palace. Where did his Yoga classes go? Someone meditate with him, please! He wanted to hang Leo.

You put a hand on Leo's lips, and he felt something cold. You slowly pushed him away with a frown on your face.

— I said no.

You turned your hand and revealed the glow of the diamond to his view. The Sun made it look ethereal because, well, it was.

Leo's soul fell at his feet, and he shook his head in confusion.

—I don't… I don't understand.

— I'm married, Leo. I married someone. Did you think I would be heartbroken since you 

cheated on me with Calypso? That I will wait for you? — You snorted and pushed him gently.

— But with who?! Who the fuck-

You put your hand over his mouth again and shook your head.

—Don't do that.— You sighed brokenly and tried to do it delicately. If you named Apollo, everything could go to Tartarus. —He considers you for helping him during his mission as a mortal.

The gossipers laughed, some adults denied indignantly, and their friends, shit, Frank was almost having a heart attack fearing that Apollo would burn Leo to ashes.

—Apollo? —He said, with even greater confusion.

The god was still clinging to the edge of his throne, expectant.

You looked above and came to the conclusion that he was giving your ex-boyfriend a break. That action fell like a bucket of cold water on the son of Hephaestus.

He walked away from you.

— what?

You turned your gaze and caressed his cheek kindly. — I don't hold a grudge against you, Leo. I loved you so much. But I found someone who did not doubt his love for me and without thinking wanted to grow with me.

The boy shook his head and stumbled as he relented, leaving your hands suspended in the air. A gust of sweet air embraced them in that silent moment.

He let you go and thought he might have you back.

You were his friend, his confidant, and the love of his life, yet he let you go.

He disguised his doubts with bad jokes, dishonest touches, and lies.

How could he have been so stupid?

Haha, there goes the idiot that lost the love of his life to a god.

How could a love like the one you used to possess lose?

Look at me, then, Leo said to himself.

You returned with Apollo and your nerves were overwhelming you. This time you felt so distant to the palace, as if you were not worthy to enter. Still, they received you and welcomed you.

— is in his room.

You thanked and headed to the bedroom. Taking care not to be noisy and watch your steps. 

Being at the foot of the entrance, the door opened and revealed your husband. Smiling?

Apollo opened the door and pulled you into the room. You couldn't help but laugh.

Your clothing magically changed upon entering, your modern clothes replaced by a white robe edged with gold. Your hair now adorned with laurels and golden jewels.

The jingle of jewelry amidst your loved one's laughter seemed like the most exquisite sound to you. He held you in his arms and hid her face in the crook of your neck. 

You stroked his fluffy blonde curls.

— Welcome.

He said, bumping his forehead against yours.

—  Did you miss me?—  You said with humor. Apollo kissed your lips, instantly making you feel disoriented. He traced your cheek, your chin, and your neck. Kissed you behind your ear and hummed.

— I know I told you it would be fine if you went, but gods, how I missed you. Don't leave me the rest of your holidays.

You nodded.

That was your home.

[loveinhawkins]

Once they’re far enough away from Angry Hicks Land, Erica rifles through the supplies before finding the bag she’s looking for. She throws it at Eddie, only for him to immediately fumble the catch.

“Wow,” she says. “You’d be immediately kicked off the basketball team.”

“Uh, my talents don’t exactly lie on the basketball court,” Eddie says—his tone is dry but his face is slightly flushed in embarrassment.

“Huh,” Erica says. “Guess Lucas is multi-talented.”

Steve chuckles in approval from the driver’s seat—hopefully not too loudly; yeah, she’d defend her brother to the hilt, but she doesn’t want to get too ridiculous and actually have him overhear her.

Thankfully he seems in a world of his own, sat with Max and Dustin at the back of the RV. His eyes keep flickering over Max and her Walkman headphones.

He’s frowning. He’s been doing that a lot—Erica’s sure he’s had a permanent crease in the middle of his forehead since the year began, probably before then, too.

She wants to iron it out. Doesn’t quite know how to.

The bag rustles as Eddie opens it up. “Um. What’s in—?”

“Essentials,” Erica says.

Eddie blinks. “Sinclair, this is a belt.”

“Your jeans are very sad,” Erica tells him pityingly.

Steve cackles. Eddie’s blush deepens, and he jabs the back of the driver’s seat with his elbow.

“You having fun over there, Harrington?”

“Oh, tons,” Steve says.

Erica laughs. Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

Once they’re parked outside, she half-loses track of him while correcting Lucas’s abysmal attempt at spear-making. He’s there in the corner of her eye, rough-housing with Dustin, but her thoughts turn vague and distant as she double knots the rope.

A little while later, she’s lying on her back, stretched out in the grass. She can faintly hear Lucas and Max having an arm wrestling match, Dustin providing old-timey sports commentary.

A shadow falls over her.

Erica sits up.

Eddie’s standing there with his hands on his hips. He’s wearing the bullet belt, the metal glinting in the sun.

“Whaddya think?” he says.

Before she can reply, he actually does a full-blown twirl, and it’s maybe one of the most embarrassing things she’s ever seen—which is definitely saying something.

She can’t help the fond smile from breaking out as she rolls her eyes. “Well, at least you’re dressed for the part.”

“Coming from you, Lady Applejack, that’s the highest of compliments.”

Eddie flops down next to her. He leans across and picks up something: her spear. She’d actually forgotten about it, just for a moment.

“Not quite a kukri, huh?”

It’s meant to be a joke, Erica can tell—but she can still hear the tension in his voice. He tosses the spear aside.

A sinking feeling she’s been pushing back makes itself known again; she wishes this was all just a game.

Eddie’s eyes are unfocused, like he’s thinking something similar.

Erica nudges him. “What’s up?”

He shrugs. “Just thinkin’, Sinclair.”

“Hmm. Seems rare for you.”

Eddie snorts. “Shut up. S’just…” He sobers. “Had this whole… plan. I forgot.”

“About?”

A smile. “You. You were gonna, uh. Be it. If you wanted.”

Erica raises an eyebrow.

“Um. The, uh… the leader of Hellfire.”

Eddie’s fingers drum nervously on his knees. Erica takes pity on him.

“You do know I’m eleven, right?”

“Trust me, I’m painfully aware,” Eddie says with a fleeting grin. “Your introduction is seared into my memory goddamn permanently. No, I was gonna… there’d be stand-ins till you got to high school, like whoever wanted to try out… And you’d be the official, uh—”

“Next in line for the throne?” Erica says wryly.

Eddie laughs, but it’s short-lived—he soon turns thoughtful again.

“Sure. Now I’m thinking, what, eleven, twelve…” He counts on his fingers. “Yeah. By the time you start high school, maybe that’s just enough time for people to not lose their minds about…” He smiles weakly. “Hey, maybe don’t call it Hellfire under your reign.”

“Oh, so you think I’m chickenshit,” Erica says.

“No,” Eddie says softly, and suddenly he’s not half-joking; he sounds deadly serious. “Just don’t want you to—y’know, be mixed up with…” He trails off.

Erica’s not told him about what happened at the town hall, but from the way he’s talking she suspects he knows at least a little.

She wants to be able to snark back at him, you really think Hawkins will still be talking about you years later? Please, you’re not that important.

But the thing is, she can’t know that for sure. She doesn’t know what’s going to happen next.

And that scares her.

Something else mixes with the sinking feeling in her stomach. It’s cold and unstoppable: the righteous fury she felt in the hall, as grown adults condemned a boy they did not know, when she’d figured out within barely five minutes of meeting him that he was all bark and no bite.

“Was gonna give you an open invite to Hellfire, anyway,” Eddie’s saying—almost under his breath, as he twists blades of grass around his fingers. “Like, just whenever you could make a session. I was gonna ask you, obviously, but… Was gonna write up, like, solo adventures your character could be part of whenever you couldn’t come. Same for Lucas, if he—”

“Okay, did you actually tell Lucas that?” Erica asks knowingly. “Or did you just think it?”

Eddie shifts guiltily.

“You need to tell him,” Erica says—remembering the week before Christmas that she’d accidentally broken his mug; they’d fought, and Lucas had eventually slunk into her room, somehow convinced that he’d been completely at fault. “Otherwise he just gets all quiet and thinks he’s done something wrong.”

“Noted,” Eddie says quietly. Contrite.

He looks off into the distance at the ongoing arm wrestling match and sighs; falling onto his back, an arm flung over his eyes, he says, “Thought I had all of Spring Break to figure shit out.”

“And what’re you doing right now?” Erica says pointedly. “Get planning, Eddie The Banished.”

Eddie huffs. Smiles. “Okay, okay.”

He lapses into silence. It makes Erica think that he isn’t just dwelling on ideas for a campaign. There’s a crease between his eyes—and maybe it’s a different kind of frown than the one Lucas wears, but it’s a frown all the same.

She gives him a moment, then pulls out a blade of grass and pokes him in the cheek with it.

He lifts his arm off his face. “Hmm?”

Erica holds out her hand. “I’m making the arrangement official.”

“The arrange—oh.”

Eddie sits up, blinks, blinks, blinks.

Oh, honestly, Erica thinks. He’s one of the most soft-hearted people she’s ever met.

She waits until he takes her hand before saying firmly, “To the future of Hellfire.”

Eddie smiles again, and his lips shake just a little at the edges. “The future of Hellfire,” he murmurs.

They shake on it.

“Seems like a fair trade,” Erica adds. “You get a belt, I get your club.”

Eddie laughs, puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes.

“Erica Sinclair,” he says, eyes bright with affection. “I’d give you the whole goddamn world, if I could.”

[webslingingslasher]

cherry def wears cherry chapstick and peter loves it so it’s her cheat code to get him to initiate kisses bc she’s too scared to🥹

🥹🥹🥹 wait stop this is so cute cause it's so true

wanting to kiss peter so bad you're itchy, but there's no way you're going to outwardly ask, so you pull out your chapstick and swipe it over your bottom lip.

peter smells it before he sees it, several small sniffs before a deep inhale. 'cherry.' it works, you get comfortable on his pillows, you're expecting a little more than a kiss.

'yes?' there's a tilt, you're asking why he's not over you yet. he lets out a small laugh, 'no, i meant i smell cherries, i wasn't talking to you.' you grumble, you're not getting what you want.

peter catches on, his back hits the bed. 'i didn't mean it like that, you know i love talking to you.' your thumb runs over his bracelet, it's a beaded one, matching his best friend's.

'is that all you love doing with me?' peter pretends to think about it, drawing out a long 'hmm,' before shaking his head. 'no, i really love something else we do together. wanna guess?'

your mind starts racing, there's so many things. 'making breakfast! no, wait, brushing our teeth together! ooh, no, wait is it the museum? we've been there like, a hundred times but if you love it that much we can go more.'

'we went twice, but okay. i do love doing those things with you, but it's not what i'm thinking of miss. cherry chapstick.'

you think you’re getting what you wanted, so why are you ducking down to hide your face from him? 'do you mean you like giving me kisses?'

'baby, i love giving you kisses. i'd give you a hundred every minute if i could.' he does too much, he always does too much. your cheeks feel hot, it amplifies when he asks if you want one.

'yes, please.' it's a bruising kiss, he's overly affectionate, following up with a series of pecks. you don't miss out on how lucky you are to have picked peter, he's a good person.

'you'd be a good boyfriend, you know.' your kisses stop, you didn't mean to throw him off. you know he won't be your boyfriend, you hope he didn't take it that way. you're not his type, there's no way you are.

peter can have his pick of the litter and a virgin wouldn't be his first pick. he's just doing you a favor. you'll part ways amicably once you have sex, you'll find someone eventually and peter would hopefully settle down.

'not with me or anything, i just meant that you seem more like a relationship sort of guy. you're good to me so you'd be a good boyfriend, so if you doubt yourself, you shouldn't.'

you hope you'll land someone as gentle as peter down the line. you can't read his face for a second, but then he's kissing you again, the way he's doing it has butterflies swirling in your stomach, you're still trying to get used to the feeling.

'yeah,' two kisses. 'that's what i'm aiming for.'

you lose count, peter wasn't lying about a hundred in a minute.

[leviathansshadycorner]

Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Innuendo

Summary: Aemond shows up with suspicious marks on his neck and chaos ensues.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Just some comic relief. Aegon being Aegon. Daeron being a cluelessly endearing. Sweet Helaena and her bugs. Alicent losing her patience.

Word count: 700

“What are those marks on your neck, brother?”

“Hmm.”

“Brother?”

“Bruises,” Aemond eventually spoke before taking a sip of his mead.

Daeron’s natural inquisitive nature was as adorable as it was inconvenient.

And right now it was extremely inconvenient.

“Well, yes… but how did you get them?” he said as he craned his neck to get a better look. “Does it hurt?”

Aemond said nothing as he glared at you from the corner of his eye, his silence bearing enough judgement. He was definitely not pleased with the attention those marks were earning him.

To make matters worse, Daeron Targaryen could be as perceptive as his elder brother, so he followed his gaze and turned his head to you.

“Do you know of this, my lady?”

You cleared your throat, suddenly wishing you were skilled enough to dodge this matter. “It sometimes happens… when… huh…”

Gods… what a reply.

Daeron held a puzzled look on his handsome face for a moment before breaking into a boyish smile. “Ah! Were you two sparring?”

“With lips,” Helaena’s faint and delicate voice was suddenly heard as she fondled the beetle resting in the palm of her hand.

Aemond nearly choked and you felt a wave of embaressment wash over you.

She wasn’t wrong at all… things between you and Aemond had gotten heated the night before and you couldn’t help having your lips on his neck, gently suckling.

Daeron’s face twisted into a confused frown. “What do—”

Aemond sat upright, ready to intervene. “Daeron—”

“Aegon!” you beamed so loudly it caused the young prince to flinch as he paced towards the table.

“Not so loud!” he groaned with a roll of his eyes, covering both ears before sinking into the seat next to Daeron.

Truth be told, you had never felt so relieved to see him. His presence would definitely cause the subject to die out.

Right?

Your uncharacteristic outburst of joy earned an eyebrow raise from Aemond. “Daeron I can handle, but Aegon can be… insufferable,” he whispered in your ear, placing his hand on your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze. “Do not draw his attention to us.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, offering Aegon a forced smile who didn’t return the gesture as his face dropped to his hands with a grunt.

“You’re late,” Daeron shot at him with the slightest hint of a pout.

“I’m never late. All of you are just… early,” Aegon replied with a dismissive wave that seemed way too exaggerated.

“Are you drunk already, brother?”

Aegon lifted his head and crossed eyes with Aemond. “Always so observant,” he said. “But no… not yet, at least.”

Aemond had warned you not draw attention, yet he was the one foolish enough to taunt his brother, whose attention had now suddenly shifted.

“Say, brother… what are those marks on your neck?”

You cursed inwardly as Aemond’s grip around your thigh tightened.

“They were sparring,” Daeron chimed in, endearingly clueless as always.

Aegon’s eyebrow immediately shot up. “Sparring? You managed to best Aemond?” he then glanced at you in utter disbelief.

“Not everyone is as incompetent in close combat as you, brother,” Aemond came to the rescue with mocking words.

Aegon could be a drunken fool most of the time, but he was not easily swindled and could read in between the lines like no other.

“Interesting,” he drawled out, visibly reining in a grin. “See, I doubt those marks came from sparring.”

“Is he sick?” Daeron’s eyes widened.

Aegon chuckled and you felt Aemond stiffened next to you. “Not quite, little brother.”

You panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. “Aegon, would you be so kind as to introduce me to Sunfyre?”

That caught him off guard. “What?”

“So what are those marks?” Daeron’s eyes shifted between you and Aemond.

“Made with lips,” Helaena spoke again, absentmindedly as expected of her as she patted her pet beetle.

Aegon gave her a long and odd look. “Must you carry your bugs everywhere?”

She merely shrugged happily with a smile on her face. You envied her ability to distance herself from the this complete mess of a conversation.

“Aegon,” you pressed, completely ignoring Daeron. “I really wish to meet Sunfyre.”

He chuckled loudly. “I know you’re into riding dragons—”

Daeron seemingly understood that reference and gasped, a faint blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Enough!” Aemond slammed his fist on the wooden table, effectively bringing the commotion to a halt. The servants nearby jolted back before freezing in place, as Helaena’s beetle hurriedly crawled away from her hand.

“By the Gods!” Queen Alicent’s exasperated voice echoed through the hall. “Can we not break fast without starting a war?”

She squeezed your shoulder warmly as she walked past you.

“Aemond, what is that on your neck?” Alicent asked as she paced towards him to get a better look. “That looks painful.”

“Do not worry, mother,” he said through gritted teeth. “A small… predicament.”

“Aemond has been indulging in a newfound style of close combat, mother,” Aegon said dramatically, knowing fully well that could set Aemond off quite easily.

“He’s already had too much to drink, mother,” Aemond said plainly, but the hand on your thigh was proof enough that he was getting impatient.

“By the Gods, Aemond…” Alicent sighed heavily as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “We are having visitors today. That is no way to present yourself,” she said, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “Go get changed.”

Aegon’s smile grew wider but soon dropped as Alicent turned to him. “And you… please go take a bath and sober up.”

He rolled his eyes. “I am not drunk, mother.”

Aemond held a triumphant expression on his face as he too another sip.

Your heart slowed down into a steady rhythm and you offered Daeron a smile. “All is well.”

Aegon leaned forward as he rose from his seat until he was close enough for you to hear his voice. “Didn’t know you were this… feisty,” he then took his leave before Aemond could get to him with his free hand.

You shot him a death glare, which was enough to earn Daeron’s attention. The indication that he had finally caught up with true nature of those marks was splattered across his face.

“You two weren’t sparring, were you?”

Alicent’s brow quirked up. “Sparring?”

Aemond heaved a deep sigh and turned to face his younger brother. “One day you’ll find a partner and I can guarantee you that things might get out of hand in the heat of the moment.”

Alicent’s mouth hung open. “Oh…”

Daeron nodded as he swallowed hard, lowering his gaze to avoid yours. “I… see…” he said. “Now I understand why Helaena spoke of lips…”

The girl sitting next to you smiled widely at her brother as if talking about something extremely amusing. “Precisely,” she nodded enthusiastically with a clap of her hands. “I think it suits you, brother,” she then said to Aemond who rolled his eyes.

“Oh Gods…” Alicent groaned in exasperation.

[desires-of-chain]

Hey-- still taking requests?

If so, can you do separate scenarios where their crush does something to accidentally turn them on? And they have to hold themselves back from doing something or showing it but they're struggling?

For Warrior, Hyrule, and Time?

Feel free to alter anything or ignore lmao

🧚🏼‍♀️thanks!!

Oh-ho, say less 😏 GN Reader (No Specifics) Characters: Warriors, Hyrule, Time Content:

Warriors

'For goddess sake,' he groans internally, slapping a hand harshly against his cheek. Warriors berated himself endlessly in his head that this was innocent; you were trying on clothes to wear to a wedding that he, plus you, were invited to, but you looked so good in those clothes it made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Commonly, you don't always get dressed up, and he doesn't mind since you are both working officers of her Highness's army, and you are both busy with the workload that often you're not playing dress up when you need to do dirty work.

You looked gorgeous to him, turning side to side in front of the mirror, smoothing any wrinkle or part of the cloth that may have gotten bunched up. Jewelry that lay around your neck and graces your ears glinted in the light, accentuating your beauty more; he stared, smitten by the sight of you, but the urge to rip those clothes off and bend you over the vanity was too great.

To paint your skin with his marks, to lap at every part, leaving no area unlavished. Fucking you to where your voice would disappear, your eyes fluttering with sharp gasps and whimpers escaping your lips. Crooning into your ear how delicious you look, a thumb in your mouth, head tilted back with a glazed, love-struck stare into his own. Warriors silently huff away the thoughts, packing the idea in his mind for later, eyeing your backside before flickering back to your face.

"I rather those clothes be just for my eyes," he muttered.

"Hmm," you hummed, not looking away from the mirror, "what you say, dear?"

Warriors cleared his throat, shifting himself in his seat one last time with the subtly of him slightly gripping his cock.

"I said you look beautiful, love; can you turn around for me?"

Hyrule

How dare you look this cute, laying on top of him as the group settled down for the night. Hyrule gulped, subtly shifting to gain a better position for you and him. He stilled when you whined straight into his neck, snuggling deeper into a sensitive spot low on his neck that made him shiver and bite back a sharp gasp that threatened to leave him. The feeling of your breath brushing against his sun-kissed skin; this was not fair! You sleeping was completely innocent!

He silently prayed in his head for someone to listen and give him the strength to not lose control in front of the members in the group. Some were still wide awake, and the others were setting their bedrolls up for sleep. Hyrule eyes stared up at the stars that twinkled in the night sky, hoping that by counting that it'll displace the feeling burning deep within his groin and occupy his mind instead of the thought of you whining so loudly underneath him.

'1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...'

It works. 

For a while.

His mind wandered back to the thought of you whining, wiggling your hips in his hold while begging him to 'cum with me, baby!'

Chest revealed to the night with nipples sore and wet with his saliva coating them. Not even caring if the group was there right behind him as he thrust into your hole, hitting that sensitive spot perfectly with a loud 'squelch' that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Hyrule quietly whimpered into your hair,

"Not fair at all."

Time

Time knew you spoke a language that wasn't well-known or not native to either his or the boy's eras. He knew that you were not born into Hyrule or any of the regions that lay within Hyrule. Yet, the way you spoke in your mother language did some things to him. The rolling, the blending, and others you do when you talk made him flustered and squirmed quietly.

Calling him an affectionate name, but in your mother's tongue, caused him to mentally reboot right then and there. The feeling of heat slid from his shoulders to his stomach, boiling deep at the sight of your lovely smile and gentle eyes staring up at him. He swallows thickly,

"Say that again?"

"Cara Mia," you whispered into his ear, giggling at the sudden red flush that framed his ears.

"I didn't think that would get you all flustered," you leaned back with a smug look. Time clears his throat, his eyes avoid yours, thoughts wandering at the idea of you under him, nails scratching down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. The sharp gasps that left your pretty little lips when he thrusts wildly in you, groaning when you rolled your hips up into him. Breathlessly calling him all kinds of endearments into his ear before gently biting the lobe that made his hips stutter.

"I didn't think you were in a spicy mood, my dear," Time quietly laughs when you squeak.

[harlowcomehome]

The wedding guest:

It’s always the twinkle in your eyes…

“…Being able to watch your love blossom over the last few years, has truly been one of the most eye-opening, whirlwind and exciting examples of love I’ve ever been so honored of witnessing. I only hope that I find a love magnetic and fulfilling as the two of you” you finished your speech and held your glass up to the crowd earning a wave of applause.

A pair of baby blue eyes watched you as you fixed your dress before sitting beside your best friend. He had been subtly smiling at you throughout the night, silently peeking at your interest.

You and Sandra had been friends since middle school, she was your other half. The platonic soulmate everybody wanted in their life. Sandra was always lucky in love, or- just luckier than you.

You always knew that Sandra would get married first, so when she met James (a music producer from Atlanta) and you saw a twinkle in her eye that you’d never seen before you got mentally prepared to lose her, at least in some form.

James was a good guy, so you didn’t mind it as much as you had initially expected to.

The remainder of the wedding speeches went well, your eyes scanned the room for reactions as jokes were told, and memories were shared.

You couldn’t help but continuously find him in the crowd, he was tall, so it was easy. You felt drawn to him immediately.

He was nursing the same drink pretty much all night, barely sipping it. You were intrigued by his build, toned arms that were almost bursting through his suit, defined chest, and muscular legs that made his pants tighter than he cared for. His hair was curly, it was shaped like a mullet which usually wouldn’t have worked for anyone else but he had the face for it.

“That my boy Jack” James leaned over Sandra, snapping you out of your very obvious daydream.

“Hmm?” You giggled, knowing you were caught.

“Do you want me to introduce you?” James smirked, earning an excited nod from your best friend.

“What does he do?”

“He’s a rapper, I’m sure you’ve-“ James stopped realizing your taste in music was far more underground than most.

Before you knew it Jack was headed your way, you felt the acid in your stomach bubbling to the top. You weren’t sure why but his presence made you nervous, which was out of character for you.

The closer he got, you realized just how tall he was.

“Holy shit,” you thought to yourself before you were met face to face.

“James!” They embraced with a handshake before he shook Sandra’s hand, congratulated them both, and then moved on to you.

“You must be…?” He held his hand out, but you barely noticed, your eyes were scanning his face. His cheekbones were defined, covered in freckles, his beard freshly lined up.

“That's Y/N” Sandra stifled a laugh, as she rested her hand on your shoulder to bring you back to life.

You shook Jack's hand, feeling your body grow warm with embarrassment. His hands were frozen, you weren’t entirely sure why Sandra wanted to get married in December but there weren’t enough propane patio heaters in the world to fight this winter weather.

The tip of his nose was red, and his cheeks too. You took this opportunity as it came.

“Do you want to go somewhere warmer?” You swallowed, worried you were being too forward with a stranger you had just met moments ago.

Jack smiled so hard his cheekbones physically hurt, “I’d love that.”

Jack followed closely behind you as you led him to a single empty table, a propane heater beside it.

“How’d you know about this private spot?” He smirked, sitting down beside you.

“I actually made sure we had this, in case the bride and groom wanted to be alone for a moment” you shyly replied, as your knees began to touch.

“I like that, a woman who thinks of it all” Jack cheekily replied making you giggle with how forward he was being.

“So how do you know James?”

“He worked on my last album with me. I make music” he knew you weren’t aware of who he was, he always had a hunch.

“Do you think I’d know any of your songs?” You scooted closer to him, now able to smell the cologne he practically bathed in.

It was almost comedic timing, when one of Jack's songs began to play in the background, and all of the wedding guests stood to their feet in the distance.

“This one, this one’s mine” he pointed with his index finger to the sky. He blushed as the two of you took in the moment together.

“I like it” you hummed, knowing his ego would love the sound of that.

“I like you” Jack rebutted, his boyish charm strong with that comeback.

“Oh yeah?” A soft giggle escaped you as he smoothly took hold of your hands, much warmer now than before.

“I’d like to think so” he smiled.

The two of you talked for what felt like hours, about music, family, and everything else under the sun.

It was nice for Jack to feel “normal.”

It was nice for you to feel seen.

“When this night is over, will I see you again?” Jack was worried as the two of you made your way back to the party, bumping shoulders as neither could walk in a straight line, nerves overtaking you still.

“Who said the night had to end?” You grabbed his hand, taking him to the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

Normally Jack would have worried, worried who saw, who would take pictures, things of that nature but this wedding was phone-less and he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

The two of you swayed back and forth as neither one of you could really dance.

“You blew me away with your dancing” you teased as the two of you giggled off the dance floor, him taking your hand as you went to get a drink together.

Sandra and James watched from their seats, smiling as they couldn’t stop watching the two of you interact.

“Did you see it?” Sandra nudged her husband of just a few hours.

“See it?” He hummed, confused.

“The twinkle in her eyes” she whispered, grabbing his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

[https-tia]

Control || Theo Nott

Summery: Theo found out you went to Pansy’s for a girls pamper night without telling him…

Warnings: Theo being a MASSIVE red flag, controllingbf!theo, toxic relationship, shouting, swearing, angst, anger.

Word count: 2.3k (i got a little bit carried away 😌)

You walk into your dorm that you and your boyfriend Theo share, and you see him playing a game on his pc. His face was scrunched up almost as if he drank some out of date milk, slouching in the chair mumbling to himself about something random. You had gone to Pansy’s dorm for a girls night the night before and hadn’t told him about it.

Honestly, you thought he wouldn’t give a shit about it as you haven’t seen Pansy in just over 3 weeks. You walk over to the bed and place down your bag, and he didn’t even say a word to you making it clear something up. He hadn’t even looked at you.

You decided maybe he was just focused on the game “what’s the matter with you” you said with a smile on your face slightly laughing whilst sitting on the edge of the double bed. He doesn’t answer you, you can’t make out the words he’s saying whilst playing his game. He still hasn’t even looked at you, you’ve clearly done something to irritate him, as per usual.

“What have i exactly done Theo, you can’t expect this to work if you don’t communicate with me” getting slightly irritated yourself to the fact he’s just going to give you the silent treatment instead of talking to you and trying to resolve things. He eventually sighs and turns his computer off spinning the chair around to face you. He finally speaks “what were you doing last night?”.

“I was with Pansy why?” you reply confused as to why he was asking, you had told him about this at least a week ago. He stands up walking over to look you directly on the eyes, there’s a look of anger on his face as he speaks “why weren’t you spending that time with me hmm?” with an arrogant, harsh tone.

Surprised at the fact he was angry with you because you had spent the day with Pansy and slept over in her dorm “because Pansy asked me to have a girls day with her”. His nose scrunches up in anger as he paces the floor of the room never breaking eye contact with you “that doesn’t matter. i wanted to see you last night and i bet you didn’t think about me once”. The pure irritation was evident in his voice, he was pissed and you could tell.

“How do you know i wasn’t thinking about you?” with this statement he walked back over to you, standing in front of you once again this time more intimidating. You didn’t know how to act so you pushed yourself back on the bed to avoid his getting too close to you. “Do you expect me to believe that once you were with Pansy. I was still on your mind.” he speaks with an eye roll, combing his hands through his hair in frustration.

He glares at you with a scowl across his face “well you should’ve cancelled with her as soon as soon as you realised i didn’t know about your plans. i don’t think it was right that you were spending time with her while i was worried about where you’d gone” with this statement you were starting to think you could’ve actually worried him and he was upset that anything could’ve happened and he wouldn’t have known, although you did tell him ages ago you made this plan. “Why does it matter to you anyways i told you ages ago i was doing this with Pansy last night” he didn’t like that.

He lets out a low grumbling sound as he rolls his eyes dramatically “you never told me you were going out with Pansy last night, so how on earth would i have expected you to be with her” when you told him exactly 1 week and 2 days ago that you made this plan. “You know what Theo, you’re acting really controlling right now so i’m going to go and give you time to calm down so we can talk later” you say calmly trying to be the bigger person in the situation.

Theo looks like he’s about to completely blow a gasket at what you’re saying. His fists clench and unclench, he’s clearly losing his cool “i am not co trolling anything here! If you really cared about this relationship then you’d spend time with me and not your friends!”. That was the bottom line for you as you couldn’t comprehend that he just suggested you don’t see your friends and spend that time with him instead.

“i do care about this relationship! But right now you’re acting like a child, i don’t have to be with you every second of every day. If you’re going to act like this and control what i do with my free time then i think it’s best we stop seeing each other” you stated not wanting to break up with Theo but knowing if he kept acting like this you’d have to do it for you’re own good.

Theo’s anger was reaching its boiling point “you can’t be serious! Don’t you dare break up with me because of something like this. You’d honestly drop our relationship to continue seeing your friends?”. Was he being serious, would you drop your friends to be with him. He must be delusional because no flipping was were you doing that.

You decided to stick up for yourself, soon regretting that “no it’s not to continue seeing them, its the fact that you’re acting like a 7 year old all because i did something for myself for a night” you get up standing by the door threatening to leave as Theo approaches behind you sparking you to turn to face him.

He slams his hand firmly against the wall causing a loud bang “you don’t get it do you! I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to see you. Not your friend. You have no concept of just how much you have hurt me right now, i cannot believe this.” he was manipulating you into agreeing with him, of course you couldn’t see this though. “I’m with you every day!” you shout back standing your ground despite the fact you’re shaking, yes Theo’s gotten angry before but he’s never been this bad.

Theo finally loses his cool and shouts back “I wanted to be with you last night! How many more ways do you want me to say that, what on earth is so hard to understand about that!”. Still standing against the door your fists were digging into your palms, while sweating you replied to him “well i wasn’t with you last night! end of!”.

Let’s just say he did not like that one bit, Theo’s tone gets more aggressive and louder taking one step closer to you “Why?! You knew i’d be expecting you back and you went out with Pansy anyways!”. This was getting out of hand, he was shouting you were shouting and you were sure he was going to do something more extreme soon.

He was being unreasonable, saying you couldn’t be with your friends? That’s not how a relationship works. “Because she asked me to, i don’t have to be with you all the time Theo” voice cracking and eyes brimming with tears.

“When will you understand you’re putting your damn friends above your own fucking boyfriend!” shouting loud enough the other students in the hufflepuff common room definitely heard him. “When will you understand this is the first time i’ve seen her in 3 weeks because i’m always with you!” you yelled in a shocked tone, yet still frustrated he’s acting like this.

You turn the doorknob with your hand and walked out of the room, Theo following you. Theo grabs your arm spinning you around to meet his eyes “don’t you dare walk away from me! You will listen right now. Me. I’m more important than Pansy fucking Parkinson”. This is what you were dreading, the time that things finally got physical. “Let go of me Theo or i swear to god” tears fully rolling down your face now as you shouted at him to let go of you.

His grip tightens around your forearm. “No i won’t let go. You’re not doing this. I’m not losing you to your friends y/n!” shouting in the corridor, causing a scene as per usual. “You’re not losing me, I need time to myself. I never get it because i’m always with you. Maybe we should uh… maybe we should go on a break” saying the last bit in a slightly lower tone hoping he still heard you.

“Don’t you dare say that. We are not breaking up. We are not going on a break. There is no way i’m letting anything come between us!” yelling at you still but saying things to try and get you to go along with him. “Well you’re the one causing the problems Theo!!” shouting louder this time realising he has been the root of all the problems in your relationship.

You try to walk away from his grip but he pulls you back toward his with a force you never knew he had “No. You are not going anywhere until you listen to everything that i have to say to you. You are not breaking up with me.” he sounded serious and drunk? It wouldn’t be a surprise if he was drunk and expected to start an argument and it end in sex. That’s what he usually does, and you give in…

“I can do what i want” you say lowly trying not to make him shout again but still hoping he heard you. He gains a more aggressive tone and speaks sharply “well you are damn well going to listen to me, or you can say bye bye to this relationship all together”. At this point you wanted to just go somewhere else, anywhere else. “Okay. Bye bye relationship” in a sarcastic tone still looking him deeply in the eyes. You were trying to intimidate him. It didn’t work, it only riled him up more.

“Oh? You can say goodbye to our one year relationship just like that?!” He yells at the top of his lungs, maybe even Dumbledore heard it. But you were done with fighting. You thought maybe if you just agree with him and act like you were in the wrong he’d leave it and you could go back to normal. “You will not break up with me” was the last thing he said before you decided your idea was the best thing to go with right now.

“okay” you spoke in a low tone, stood in the middle of the corridor, you couldn’t be arsed to deal with this anymore. You just wanted to go bed and sleep this awful day off. “You don’t just say ‘okay’ to something like that. This is serious” he was still angry but his tone had lowered slightly, not shouting as loud as he was before.

“Okay” this seemed the easiest way out, just agree. Theo still isn’t fully convinced you’ve fully understood him “you are not treating this with the seriousness it deserves, so say it. Say ‘i’m not going to break up with you’”. You replied with your usual response and he was not satisfied to say the least “Say one more thing other than ‘okay’. Say ‘i will not break up with you’” and instead of using the ‘okay’ card to get you out you had to what he wanted.

“I won’t break up with you” you mumbled as he took a step back glaring at you for a few seconds before deciding whether you were being genuine or not, his voice calmer now and his face less agitated “so you do actually care about this relationship?” he asked.

“Of course i do but-“ not finishing your sentence, not wanting to set Theo off again because quite frankly you could not deal with that. Theo nods but he still isn’t fully calmed down yet, you can tell by the way his fists are clenched tightly “but…?” he questions. “Nothing” you reply thinking the less words the less you can cause to go wrong, Theo grabs both of your shoulders shaking them lightly before speaking “say it. i know there’s something else on your mind”.

Slightly scared again you just managed to stutter out a question to Theo “can i please just see Pansy at least twice a week… please Theo” practically begging him to let you see your friend. He stares at you firmly and then finally breaks his glare “fine. You can see Pansy as much as you want. just make sure to give me just as much time as you give her”.

You mutter out a small ‘i promise’ before looking away from Theo and down at your shoes on the ground. Theo has finally fully calmed down now “good…” his demeanour completely changes. His tone softens as he smiles softly at you “can you please promise me you’ll communicate with me from now on?”.

“Yes i will” you say with tears in your eyes, Theo smiles softly at you his expressing changing from one of anger and frustration to one of care and love. “Thank you that really means a lot to me, i’m going out with the boys now” he says before kissing you on the forehead and walking down the corridor and out of the common room door.

Leaving you standing there, “no worries…” you say standing there, tears rolling down your face hands shaking and palms sweaty. Knowing he was in the wrong made you feel even worse, and now he was going out after completely slating you for doing it. You walked back into the dorm room, Theo never returned that night, he stayed out smoking and drinking with his friends and then crashed at Mattheo’s dorm.

You were in a toxic relationship. And you knew you could never escape it…

A/N: This is my first proper one shot so if you like it i would really appreciate a like or even a comment thankyouuuu xoxo

[onlyonetifosi]

It was a stormy afternoon at the Leclerc household, and Y/N and her twin brother Arthur found themselves bored at home. With Arthur having a break between races, and the rain pouring outside, they had no choice but to find ways to entertain themselves indoors. Arthur, being the older twin, always boasted about his age, claiming superiority at every opportunity. But today, they were determined to set aside their differences and have some fun together.

Y/N sat on the couch, flicking through TV channels, while Arthur paced around the living room, bragging about his latest racing achievements.

"You know, Y/N, being the older twin has its perks. I'm always one step ahead," Arthur boasted, grinning mischievously.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N replied, "Oh, please, Arthur. Just because you're a few minutes older doesn't mean you're any better."

Arthur chuckled. "But it does mean I have more experience in life."

Y/N smirked "Only by 8 minutes and well, experience doesn't always mean you're right. Let's play a game to prove it."

Curiosity sparked in Arthur's eyes. "Alright, what game do you have in mind?"

Y/N grinned and suggested, "How about 'Two Lies, One Truth'? We each take turns telling two lies and one truth, and the other person has to guess which one is true."

Arthur nodded, intrigued by the idea. "Sounds fun. You go first."

Y/N thought for a moment and then said, "Okay, Arthur. Two lies and one truth. I once jumped off a tree and sprained my ankle. I have met Shakira in person. I can speak three languages fluently."

"Hmm… I know you're always adventurous and you sprained your ankle, you speak French, English and Italian so it’s true. But meeting Shakira? That's hard to believe. I'll go with the second one."

"Wrong! I did meet Shakira at Charles’ race last year. It was amazing!" said yn laughing

They continued playing the game, taking turns and laughing at each other's outrageous lies. As the storm outside grew stronger, they moved on to playing board games.

Uno was their first choice, but their competitive spirits took over, and before long, they were arguing over skipped turns and wild cards. Y/N pouted as Arthur triumphantly declared his victory.

"Next time, I won't go easy on you," Y/N grumbled.

"Arthur, you can't just stack all those +4 cards on me! You cheated!" Y/N accused, pointing an accusing finger at her brother.

Arthur chuckled. "Bring it on, little sis" setting up a game of Uno. The colorful cards flew across the table as they battled for victory. The game, however, quickly turned into a heated argument over who had forgotten to say "Uno" before discarding their last card.

As they played Uno, the competitive nature of the Leclerc siblings emerged. They argued over cards and strategies, making the game intense and thrilling.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Me? Cheat? Never. You must be imagining things."

Determined to find a game they could enjoy without arguing, Y/N suggested Twister. They cleared a space in the living room, set up the colorful mat, and spun the spinner.

The game started off lighthearted, but Arthur quickly discovered a way to use his height advantage to his benefit, making Y/N lose her balance and stumble.

Y/N protested, "Hey, that's not fair! You're using your height against me!"

Arthur grinned playfully. "Well, it's not my fault you're shorter. Maybe next time you'll think twice before challenging me."

Their bickering continued, but their voices echoed through the house, catching the attention of their older brother, Charles, who had just returned home.

Charles entered the living room with a smile. "What's all the commotion about?"

Y/N pouted, pointing an accusing finger at Arthur. "Arthur is being impossible, he's cheating at Twister!"

Arthur defended himself. "I'm not cheating! I'm just playing to my strengths and she cheated at Uno," Arthur complained, crossing his arms.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, you two. Enough arguing. How about we all play a game together? I'll mediate and make sure things stay fair"

Y/N and Arthur exchanged glances and nodded, realizing their squabbling had gotten out of hand. They were still siblings, after all, and deep down, they loved spending time together.

Charles pulled out a classic board game, and the three Leclerc siblings spent the afternoon and evening engaged in friendly competition, laughter, and teasing banter.

As the storm raged outside, their joy filled the house, and their bonds grew stronger. The hours flew by, and before they knew it, they were exhausted.

Late at night, their maman, Pascale, and their oldest brother, Lorenzo, returned home to find an unexpected scene. Charles, Y/N and Arthur were fast asleep, curled up on the couch, their heads resting against each other, Y/N had her head resting on Arthur's chest, as the younger brother had his head in Charles’ lap.

Pascale and Lorenzo stood quietly, gazing at their sleeping children, their hearts filled with love and pride.

"Maman, regardez!" Lorenzo whispered, a tender smile gracing his lips. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Pascale's eyes filled with tears, her heart swelling with love for her children. "Oui, mon chéri. C'est magnifique" whispered Pascale, her voice filled with tenderness.

Lorenzo nodded, his voice gentle as he replied, "Indeed. It's moments like these that remind us of the unbreakable bond between siblings."

Pascale leaned against Lorenzo, and they shared a quiet moment of admiration for their children, realizing that despite the occasional arguments, their siblings' love was unwavering.

In that stormy night, their connection as twins and as siblings, was etched into their hearts forever, reminding them that the storms of life would only strengthen their bonds, making them unbreakable.

[chrollohearttags]

hmm for the hc request how about shy football player!reiner and nerd!reader meeting in college because of a shared class? I would think he would be so shy to talk to her because shes sooo sweet and pretty and thick. and he doesnt want to drive her away because of the popularity being a football player.

omg this is literally how I imagine him being! like this is so adorable 🥺

!football player reiner, one of the most popular guys on campus and the star quarterback of the college football team is extremely well liked and loved by the ladies. Despite this, he is very shy and anxious. So he doesn’t talk much.

!football player reiner, who rarely paid attention to anyone because his social anxiety was through the roof first saw you in his math class and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was enamored because you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

considering that he had cheerleaders and sorority girls practically throwing themselves his way, it was a bit of a shock as to why he would be fixated on you but with those cute kinky curls, round glasses on that pretty face, big doe brown eyes and gorgeous dark complexion. Not to mention the jiggle that your stacked features done when you walked out of the classroom…it was his dream. But you’d probably never know that!

!football player reiner, who’s struggling in class seeks out a tutor to avoid losing his spot on the team but he’s too scared to ask for help.

“I’d be more than happy to help you, Reiner.”

shocked to learn that you’re the math tutor and comforted all the same. Only problem is, not freezing up when he speaks! Which is impossible when he gets close to you.

!football player reiner, who’s face is literally plastered all over the campus and the tv every Saturday is blushing like a schoolgirl as he sits across from you. You can’t figure out why he’s being so quiet but you try to push your own boundaries and speak first.

you ask him if he’s okay and if he’s ready to start? Mans starts stuttering and laughing all nervously. The sound of your sweet, innocent voice is driving him crazy. He wants to talk but he’s so afraid of embarrassing himself and saying the wrong thing.

“I-uh. Yes. I’m ready to start. Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“The school quarterback nervous? Please, you’re probably just saying that. No need to be shy around someone like me.”

!football player reiner, who loves downplaying his popularity swears that he’s no big deal and that he’s just glad you decided to help a dummy like him.

“Aww, don’t speak about yourself like that! You’re really smart, we just all need help sometimes and that’s okay. You’ll pass this test in no time, I promise.”

literally this man wants to melt hearing you talk to him like that.

eventually though, he’s able to get through the session and you’re able to teach him a lot. As does the next five or so before your next exam.

he loves stealing glances of you; just staring in awe of your beauty as you explain away equations and formulas. You’re just so damn pretty, he can’t help himself.

!football player reiner, who could be at practice, a party with his teammates or in a room full of Barbie dolls wouldn’t care in the slightest about any of them because you’re on the front of his mind. That smile, that cute laugh and pretty face..it’s all he thinks about!

!football player reiner, who thanks to your help, passes his test with flying colors and he’s so relieved!

!football player reiner, who immediately comes find you to tell the good news and say thanks is a blundering mess when he sees the adorable outfit you’re wearing that day and your makeup done.

“I just uh—wanted to say thank you..for helping me. I appreciate it so much.”

totally just stands there all nervous, still not finished but unable to get his words out to ask you the question he’s been dying to: which is would you get coffee or go to lunch with him as a token of gratitude.

“Is that what you were trying to ask me? That’s so sweet, thank you Reiner!”

he’s so expecting you turn him down because he knows how people are and would think that the two of you shouldn’t be in the same vicinity.

“Of course I’ll go, I’d like that a lot.”

mans heart is about to beat out of his chest thinking about it but he’s so happy you accepted. Smiling like he’s just hit the lottery.

[delcakoo]

sunghoon with a short gf‧₊˚.﹅♛ ｡‧₊

requested <3 ! jay ver ! jake ver ! niki ver !

PAIRING ! sunghoon x f!reader

WC ! 1.2k

GENRE ! fluff fluff fluff, crack + slight suggestive

WARNINGS ! none just hoon being the most annoying ever <3

a/n: bejdhjd this was in my drafts for a while sorry T-T i hope u guys enjoy hoons ver, my man fr :D

well you’ve got yourself an absolute menace for a boyfriend i’m sorry

mf is so tall that you don’t even make it into his line of sight and he’s rEVELLING in this fact

you’re standing right in front of him and he just

“hmm, where’s y/n? i can’t seem to find her..”

“anyone seen my girlfriend? she’s like.. 4’2.. careful you don't step on her!”

probably has your contact name as thumbelina or smthn

please just punCH him please

kidding he wouldn’t even feel your tiny fists 🧌

when you’re trying to y’know

mind your dAmn business

having a peaceful conversation with literally anyone BUT sunghoon

the big baby gets all annoyed that you aren’t paying attention to him so guess what he does

“—and so i explained that i wasn’t going to go with her!” sunoo exclaims to you with crossed arms

“yeah of course,” you agree, “why would you? that’s totally—“

you don't even get to finish because soMEONE has laid a bulky arm on your head like you’re his own personal armrest??!£<%!]?

yup, there's your boyfriend in his stupid white muscle tank top looking down at the two of you

“hey guys 😎😎”

you give him the ‘why am i dating you’ stare

“what?” he smirks, literally challenging you to TRY and fight back, “go on, keep talking tiny people”

you and sunoo take turns punching him ❤️

it has no effect

damned muscle pig

don’t even get hoon started on how much he secretly LOVES his ability to pretty much do whatever he wants with you

“babe, want me to give you cuddles?”

“what? 🤨 not right now, i’m in the middle of cooking this—heY!“

suddenly you’ve been snatched up bridal style as if you’re a ragdoll

“ahh, if you insist, i guess i can spare you some time 😇”

proceeds to throw you on the couch before juMPing ON YOU

giggles the whole time too

“i don’t think i should hug you too tight, how are you so small?”

you wouldn’t mind dying to one of his hugs anyway <3

but please don’t tell him that

hoon never misses an opportunity to make fun of you for being whipped

another example. playing board games and he loses? bro throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

then he takes you to the nearest couch or bed and tickles you WHILE HOLDING BOTH YOUR WRISTS WITH ONE HAND. 😢

he needs to get his ego back somehow after such an embarrassing loss 💔

watches you squirm under him with a dumb smirk, “you’re so pathetic jagi, i need to take you to the gym with me, seriously”

you don’t know if you should be blushing or scowling

speaking of blushing

eventually sunghoon discovered another one of your weak spots

with your height, all you can see is his chest unless you crane your neck up

that is, unless he takes the initiative to bend forward and get right up in your face like some kind of siREN trying to seduce you??

“sunghoon i don’t know how many times i have to tell you,” you frown, rummaging through your empty pantry, “that was MY ramen, and it was supposed to be for when—“

you have to pause because when you look to your left, sunghoon has an elbow on the counter, bent forward to finally be at your height with his face all in in your personal bubble

and on his lips is a big, FAKE innocent pout, brows furrowed and puppy eyes staring straight at you

you know exactly what he’s doing

trying to flirt his way out of his mess as usual

not that it isn’t working of course, especially due to how weird it felt being face to face with your boyfriend without having to practically break your neck

but you still attempt to stand your guard 🙁

“what do you think you’re doing? you think your pretty face will make me forgive you?” you move away nervously, continuing to reorganise the cupboard

that lasted about 2 seconds before the idiot grabs you by your waist and pins you against the kitchen counter

he leans down even further, whispering in your ear, “c’mon.. i said i’m sorry baby, what else should i do to get you to forgive me..?”

you see where this is going and quickly push him away

“okay okay! whatever, buy me some more ramen and i’ll forgive you..” you mutter in defeat

he releases you right away at that, cheering in victory ☹️ sigh

your weak spot for him never fails to resurface at the worst times

even when other people tease you and he just JOINS IN

you’ll be at the dorms laying on the couch with hoon and niki (the absolute WORST combination, god bless you) watching a movie

and conveniently enough it just happened to be ‘tall girl’

listen

it was for the shits and giggles, but of course mr dumb and mr dumber next to you took every opportunity to make fun of you

niki would punch your shoulder (for what reason sir??) “y/n, she’s like you in an alternate universe!”

your BOYFRIEND immediately laughs in agreement, “maybe if you stack 3 y/n’s on top of each other, it’d equal the height of this girl”

LIKE THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE THOSE TWO ARE MAKING THESE DUMB COMMENTS 😭

eventually you save yourself though <3

“sunghoon if you make another stupid comment you’re sleeping on the damn couch tonight 😊”

niki ofc is all “ooOoooooOooHh 😱😱😱😹😹”

meanwhile bro is flabbergasted, “what?! but niki was doing it too!”

“is he my boyfriend??”

“you wish i was—“

sunghoon punches him 😁

but but every once in a while hoon makes sure you know he really does love you for how you are despite all the teasing :c

it’s usually in pretty subtle ways like just. trying to be your one and ONLY assistant

“hey hee, can you reach that plate for—“

“DID somEone SAY hoon can you get that plate? why of course princess!”

before you can protest it’s in your hand already 🧌

“…thanks hoon”

heeseung in the distance shakes his head, muttering about how whipped this man is for you

another time hoon found you crying in the bathroom after a rather unfortunate incident earlier that day

someone SOMEHOW thought you were his little sister due to your height difference

hoons usually very shy with strangers but this time he was NOT pleased

of course he didn’t wanna start anything in public

but he was absolutely passive aggressive

wraps a protective arm around your waist, “uh, no this is my girlfriend actually.” 😐🤨

when he found you crying he literally felt his heart shatter and quickly ran up behind you

back hugs you and whispers softly against your neck

“who cares what those single losers think, you know you’re perfect for me right? you make me feel so useful, always failing to reach everything.. needing my help..”

you laugh through your tears at that, making sunghoon smile as well

“.. it’s okay when i tease you right?”

you quickly nod, “yeah, just not when anybody else does it”

inside his heart just bursts :c

he nods in agreement, “damn right”

hugs for my shorties part 3 🫂🫂🫂 !!

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