#i would love to get some feedback from you all on wether or not it actually looks functional

[scarletfire03]

currently working on the mouth they have green meat now cause they have green blood lol

the goal is to make it look like it actually can latch onto your head, crack your skull like a nut and then take control of your nervous system

[struniolos]

bags.

“cant you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: the one time chris convinces you to sleep in his room instead of nicks, and the truth comes tumbling out.

warnings: smut. minors do not interact.

the sound of chris’ mindless humming fills the air of his room, as you watch from his plush bed the way he thoroughly reads through your mid-term college paper. his hair falls over his eyes, and his legs sit apart. you could watch him like this for hours, how he just seems so calm and present- you try and capture these moments in your mind, like you could take a photograph with your eyes.

“honestly, i don’t think you should include the part about when your childhood dog died.” he speaks up, looking back at you.

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, it’s not like it’s a core event that impacted my life which is exactly what the paper is supposed to be about.”

he quirks the corner of his lips upwards. “it’s just so depressing, you know?”

“my life is depressing.” you counter with a laugh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

“you asked for my feedback, and that’s what i’ve got. cut the dead dog story.” he says, trying to be as serious as chris sturniolo can possibly be.

you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he pushed his feet against the ground to sway his desk chair back and forth. his pyjama pants were definitely a sight to see, blue plaid. a secret, shameful voice in your head fantasised about how soft they would feel up against your skin. you glance down at your watch, which pulses to remind you of your sleep schedule.

“fuck, it’s 12am. i should probably head home.” you sigh, rubbing your eyes.

chris looks up as if he were a puppy. you imagined if he had dog ears they’d be perked up. “it’s too late! what if you get murdered or something on your way?”

“in my car?” you question.

he nods, wide eyed. “uh, yeah, what if someone, like, pretends to have been hit by a car then when you stop and get out boom! they stab you.”

“you sure it won’t be you? seems like you’ve had that planned for a while.” you chuckle, shaking your head. chris always had such strange theories and scenarios running around in his mind- if it was possible, you’d love to open it up and take a peak inside. a part of you wondered if you had a place in there somewhere.

he wafts you off with his hand. “you can sleep over, you know nick and matt won’t care.”

you hum in agreement, not particularly wanting to drive home at this late hour, not because of the potential murderers, but the fact that you were ready to collapse in a heap from how tired your brain was. “alright, i’ll go ask nick to pull out his spare mattress for me.”

“it’s so strange he has a spare bed for all his friends when they sleep over, like, just share a bed?” chris rambles, as he stands up and stretched his arms over his head, his stomach peaking out from under his white top. god.

“it’s not strange, it’s very thoughtful. he’s even got a spare cabinet of toiletries for when people stay over.” you point out.

“jesus christ.” chris groans, rolls his eyes.

“whatever.” you scoff, beginning to stand up off chris’ bed, dreading the thought of having to walk up two flights of stairs to get to nick’s room.

chris frowns at you, tilting his head. “you don’t have to go. why don’t you just sleep in here?”

“uh…” you try to muster up something, some dumb excuse for why you couldn’t. because i’m madly in love with you? because i won’t be able to control myself?

“so you’ll have a sleepover with nick but not me?” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “don’t make it weird. we’re just sharing a bed.”

“yes, exactly the point of why it will be weird.” you laugh.

“come on, it’ll be fun. we could watch a movie?” he suggests, a smile adorning his plump lips.

this flusters you, the thought of being so close, watching a movie together, alone, in his room. there was always someone with you, wether it be nick, matt, nate or madi. but not tonight- and that scared you.

“alright, i’ll stay for a bit but i’m not sleeping in here.” you tell him firmly, trying to lay down boundaries before you did anything stupid.

this seems to please chris enough, as he smiles and jumps onto the bed ridiculously, the weight of him bouncing the bed and making it squeak. a dark part of your mind thought about the other ways his bed would make those noises, but you shut it down immediately. once you sat down beside him, with your legs crossed, you scrolled through the netflix catalogue on his tv. you finally settle on she’s the man.

you can see chris in the corner of your eye scrunching his face up. “oh come on, really?”

“it’s a good movie!” you argue, hitting his arm playfully.

he scoffs at you. “so you’ve said about a million other movies that were all shit.”

“actually, could we not watch a movie? i’m really fucking tired.” you yawn, snuggling yourself into the duvet. you remain on top of it though, in a way of telling yourself to not get too comfortable. “i cant be bothered arguing about what to watch, anyway.”

“okay, well what did you want to do instead?” he asks, turning onto his side to face you, now. the only light in his room was that of the tv which illuminated his pale skin, his bright blue eyes glistening. it hurt just how gorgeous he was without even trying.

you shrug. “sleep?”

he nods, now rolling onto his back. you assume this means he is in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything. he just stares up at his ceiling fan, breathing slow. you watch him deep in thought, like his mind is really tinkering over something and gnawing at his insides.

“why don’t you want to sleep in here?” he suddenly says, turning his head slightly to face you.

you sigh. “because chris, it’s weird. we’re friends- we aren’t like, dating or anything. it’s not weird with nick, but with you…”

“with me what?”

your mind fogged with a cluster of everything. all of the stolen glances, the going places you knew chris would be there, always being at his beck and call because you were a ‘good friend’.

you sigh, deciding if you didn’t say anything now, you’d beat yourself up for it. “because...because i like you, chris, and i know you don’t feel the same. i know how you feel about relationships, they scare you. so it’s just easier if i set boundaries for myself and-“

“you like me?” he cuts you off mid sentence, now propping himself up on his side on his forearm.

your stomach sinks. there’s no turning back now. “yes.”

there’s a thick pause between you, and you prepare yourself for the worst. you squeeze your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands. why the fuck had you told him? you’ve ruined everything. now he will never want to hang out with you, and it’ll be awkward with nick and matt and-

“why have you never said anything?” he whispers, quieter than you’d ever heard him.

you swallow, biting your lips hard. “because i didn’t want to ruin not only our friendship but mine with nate, madi, matt, and oh god especially nick.”

chris nods slowly, like he’s really taking to what you’re saying, like he understands the weight of it and why you’d never said anything. why you’d always stayed quiet, and admired from afar. he touched his hair, mindlessly twirling a strand.

“nick never told you?” chris said softly, his eyebrows knitting into one. he looked sad, almost.

“told me what?” you whisper back, your heart now beating in your throat.

chris was never one with words, so when he leaned over and pressed his lips softly to yours, you understood this was his way of saying i like you too.

your cheeks were burning, as he cupped them in his hands. you both slowly began to roll over, with chris now hovering above you and his knee between your legs. you kissed him pathetically desperate, your body keening against his. you lips didn’t seperate once, as if you were breathing air into each other’s lungs and if you parted you’d suffocate. his hair tickles your forehead, his nose pushing into your cheek. you were waiting for yourself to wake up, that you had fallen asleep and this was only a sick part of your mind playing tricks on you. but it was real, he was real.

“fuck, i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he whispers against you, as his hands roam down your body.

you gasp at the feeling. “you have?”

“mhm.” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “can i take this off?”

you nod, batting your lashes to look at him, and god, he was beautiful as ever.

“this isn’t going to ruin things between us, is it? because i’ll stop right now if it means you’ll never speak to me again.” he pleads, doe eyes looking at you wide and earnest.

“chris.” you whisper, your hand coming to hold his warm, pink cheek. “i would never not talk to you. i want this, i have wanted this.” more than you know you wanted to add, but couldn’t find the willpower.

“i want this too.”

you both assisted each other in swiftly discarding of your clothes, leaving you both only in your underwear. you felt so exposed, the fact he knew how to you felt and that your body was on display. he stroked your thigh as it came to curl around his back, his kisses travelling to your neck and collarbone. you moaned softly at the feeling, his warm lips lighting little fires within your skin. he bit at the plush flesh above your bra before removing it, his hands coming to hold and massage each mound.

you guided one of his hands down to your heat, begging with your eyes. “please.”

chris snaked his hand under your waistband, his slender fingers softly touching your folds. it was all so painfully soft, how he rubbed circles at your core while kissing you slow and deep. he shimmied your panties down, leaving them at your thigh. he dipped a finger into you, your velvet walls pulsating around him. your body begged for more, and chris listened. he was in tune with you, without having to say a word. he pushed in another finger, which elicited a deep moan from within your throat.

“that feel good?” chris murmured, his lips at your cheek.

“god, yes.” you whined, your body curling against his.

he pumped his fingers in and out of your wetness, as you clawed into his shoulders and shuddered against his bigger frame. you could feel him through his boxers, as he ground down against you. his pace increased as he felt you clench around his fingers, the sounds coming from you almost pornographic.

you moaned and cried for him, “chris! i’m almost- ah!”

your orgasm came strong like a thunderous tsunami, your legs stretching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth hung open silently as no noise could possibly explain how euphoric you felt.

“mhm, that’s it.” he cooed, riding you through your high and praising you in your ear.

you would never be able to see him the same, never look at him platonically ever again. you knew this would ruin you. he kissed you deep, his tongue licking into your mouth.

“i want to feel you.” he moaned, grinding his constricted mound against your heat. “i want to be inside you.”

the weight of him on top of you combined with his honeyed words began to make you feel all hot and tingly again, as you pulled him incredibly close, your lips puffed and swollen.

“i want that too.” you manage, grinding up against him, the friction euphoric.

he pauses, looking down at you, his chain dangling in your face and hair flopping over his face. “are you sure?”

“mhm.” you hum, “need you.”

chris gives you one last firm kiss, before reaching down to pull his boxers to his thighs. your face flushed a deep maroon, watching as his leaking, pink tip pulsated. he rubbed himself gently, and you reached down to help him. he guided your hand up and down his length, and you felt yourself getting wetter. you shimmied your panties the rest of the way down, kicking them off your ankles. swiftly, he reached over to his bedside table drawer to grab a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth and gliding it down his shaft. you clenched your thighs with anticipation.

the brunette lined himself up with your weeping entrance, as you stroked his hair. you both watched as he slid into you, his tip disappearing into you. your jaw went slack, a pathetic moan tumbling from your plush lips. chris slumped over you once he had bottom out, his face in the crook of your neck.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, his hair tickling the nape of your neck. “can i move?”

“please.” you beg, as he lifts his head to lock eyes with you. you could no longer see the blue, they were merely bands around his blown pupils.

the first thing you felt was relief as he began to thrust in and out of you, his forearms leaning at each side of you as he held himself up. you knew it was quite vanilla, but thoroughly enjoyed being able to see his pink cheeks and open mouth as he moaned on top of you. his thrusts were passionate and deep, something you least expected from him. it felt ridiculously good, your body overcome with a warm fuzzy feeling deep from within you.

“faster.” you whimpered, holding his head with both hands, clawing into his soft dark hair.

he did as he was told. he picked your legs up, pushing them to your chest so you were folded in half. he began to snap his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. he was impossibly deep, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. he grunted and groaned as he thrust, while you whimpered and clawed at his back. the noises coming from your bodies were ridiculously erotic, the wetness of your pussy and the moans escaping your throat.

“i want to hear you.” he growled, eyes dark and swirling with lust.

“ah, chris yes!” you cried, as he slammed deep within you, his hands holding the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

he quickly slipped out of you, and you almost cried at the feeling of being empty. he flipped you over so quickly you didn’t have time to register, your stomach flat against the bed and his chest flush against your back. he sunk back into you, and you pressed your head into the pillows, muffling your cries.

“oh my- fuck.” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

his hands found purchase on the flesh of your hips, gripping it tight and using it as leverage for his relentless thrusts. his body slammed against yours, fucking you into the mattress. he reached around between you and the sheets, rubbing your sensitive bud.

“i’m close! shit!” you swore, biting your fist as he continued to slam into you, your ass bouncing against his pelvis.

“me too, ah!” he grunted, “i wanna see your face when i fill you up.”

you moaned at the thought, hoisting one leg up and twisting your core so that you turn around to look at him. he had a sheen of sweat coating his body and his lips between his teeth, while his hair fell in his face and his arms tensed as he held you down. the bed frame squeaked rapidly, thudding against the wall. there was no way nick and matt couldn’t hear you.

“fuck!” you cried, your orgasm washing over you in a thick wave. your vision was blurred, and your body froze.

the feeling of you clenching around him must’ve sent him over the edge, as chris’ hips stuttered with a cracked moan coming from his throat. he thrust into a few more times, spurting his hot liquid into you. your eyes were lidded, a dumb smile overcoming you as you watched him puff and pant. he collapsed beside you, but you made sure to face him so you could admire his post sex haze. you both lay in silence for a while, basking in each other.

“i cant believe we just did that.” chris mumbled, his finger tracing mindlessly over your face.

“me neither.” you breathe.

he thinks for a moment, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal his pink cheeks, freckles spattered over his nose. “you think matt and nick heard?”

“definitely. secrets out now.” you say, scrunching your nose.

chris laughs, reaching his arms to envelope you into him. he switched the tv off, now leaving you in the pitch black. as you lay there, caged within his arms, you couldn’t help but let somber thoughts cloud you. you wondered how things would change, what would you two become? was this a one time thing? did he really like you back or were you just another warm body?

“do you really like me too?” you whispered into the darkness, nuzzling your nose into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“i always have. i just never know what to say in these situations. i get stuck.” he confesses, his hands running through your hair soothingly. “girls scare me.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “who knew, huh? chris sturniolo, ladies man…is scared of girls.”

he laughs with you now, squeezing you tight. “shut up.”

you find yourself lulled to sleep by his breathing and the feeling of him pressed against you. you’d never felt so comforted, like you belonged somewhere, more than what you did in that moment.

[another-random-paradise]

The future awaits

bringing up the future while you're together

characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim

Format: Headcanons

warnings: None that i can think off

Riddle

-You'd probably bring it up while drinking tea together

-He'd go quiet for a moment, deep in thought

-He is so caught up in making sure everybody follows the rules and studying, that he never really had the time to think about it

-He'd be very serious about it 

-He wants to marry you in the future, that's for sure 

-Probably wants a kid or two

-Honestly wants a very typical future, a house, a stable job, ect.

-I'm not really sure what Job he would want/have. Maybe he'd take after his mother and become a doctor, or maybe something to do with politics. I could also see him as a judge, due to his ability to memorise rules, or in this case laws, and his tendency to punish rulebreakers accordingly

-i feel like he wouldn't have preference about wether you work or not

-ALSO, If you are the one to bring up kids and marriage, especially if you start describing it in detail (Like your dream wedding, or what your kids could look like) he'd grow very flustered, very quickly

-Poor guy still isn't used to affection, even if you two have been in a relationship for quite a while already 

-all in all, he'd take the question very seriously. He wants a typical, almost stereotypical, future

Leona

-You'd probably bring it up while he uses you as a pillow cuddling

-He'd scoff 

-"Why are you worrying about that now??" or something along those lines.

- He most likely brushes you off in favor of sleeping

-or at least, that's what he'd tell you

-the question might actually keep him up a bit longer, he's seriously thinking about it

-In his dreams, of course, he'd be king and you'd be his consort, as you rule over the land together, admired by all. But that will sadly remain just a dream, and he knows it

-Instead he opts for wanting a quiet live, where the two of you can just laze around all day, everyday 

-He probably doesn't want to live too close to his brother and sister-in-law, either on the opposite side of the palace, or in some sort of estate a bit further away (idk how moving out as royalty works tbh)

-I don't think he would want kids, too much work

-all in all, a quiet life where the two of you won't be bothered

Azul

-Immediately flustered, no matter how long you have already been dating

-I don't think he'll ever get used to affection

-another one that gets really serious, but this one is really flustered while he talks 

-He'll definetly will want to continue the mostro lounge buisness, just outside of school. Maybe one day take over his mothers buisness too, so she can retire.

-He won't even realise it, but he might just start talking about your wedding, about wether you'll get married on land or in the sea, ect..

-tease him about it, and he'll put Riddle's hair to shame

-tbh he wouldn't want much to change from now, he wants to be with you, keep running a successful business, and stay close with the twins

Kalim

-Immediately gets excited 

-If you're on the magic carpet, you'd have to hold onto him so neither of you fall off-

-Immediately starts rambling about all the things he wants to do with you in the future 

-He wants a VERY big wedding, like the type that continues over multiple days, he just  really wants to spoil you and show the whole world how much he loves you

-He most likely wants a big family, the man has like 40 siblings, he wouldn't be used to anything else

-He's already planning hundreds of party's you two will could hold in the future!!

-He probably won't shut up for a good few hours. Good luck

-You'd have a very annoyed Jamil the next day, because after you brought it up, he would not shut up about wedding plans and stuff. Jamil had to force him to sleep.

-He'd be even clingier than normally after this 

First time writing and posting headcanons, kinda nervous-

Feedback is welcomed, just be nice please!! hope you enjoyed and have a nice day :)

[flonkertn]

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : rafe cameron x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : pure fluff, proofread like once so apologies for any mistakes!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.5k

𝐚/𝐧 : this is my first time publishing any writing so feedback would be greatly appreciated!! these hcs are mostly fanon!rafe but i tried to incorporate some of his canon traits. for the most part, i just wrote about scenarios/pieces that came to mind and sprinkled in some of my own fantasies (also that butterfly took so damn long i nearly gave up)

𖡼 he hates the fact that you work, it’s not that he values tradition, but he longs so desperately to provide for you, to take you away from the stress of your job and have you relax at home all day. he wishes he could come home after a long day and find you curled up on the sofa, asleep or covered in a blanket watching a show or cooking a meal for you both and feeding him a spoonful to make sure it tastes just right. he begs you to quit work and let him care for you and treat you all day every day by simply letting you do nothing.

𖡼 when you do have a bad day at work, he’s devastated (but also very smug). he runs you a bath and slowly takes off your clothes, wiping your tears as he does so if it’s been an especially unpleasant day. he sits you in the tub and tells you to wait, bringing in a bottle of wine or champagne (or just straight vodka who knows) and lighting a candle before quickly stripping off and sinking into water. he pulls your legs up so that they rest on his body and rubs your feet whilst you tell him about your day, having you let all your emotions out here and now, nodding along and chipping in with a “i know, baby” or a “i’m so sorry, love”

𖡼 he loves surfing and any other water sports, he just needs to be on the sand and by the ocean, but he knows that you sometimes aren’t in the mood for something so thrilling or dangerous. so there’s days where he takes you down to the beach, playing with your hair as you read a book leant against a palm tree and constantly asking if you’re thirsty or hungry, running off to get you anything you mention before you can even finish the word. as the sun sets he gets a paddle board, sitting on the edge and rowing through the soft waves as you lie down in front of him, head plush on his lap as the sun hits your back, perfectly highlighting the drops of water that have found their way onto your skin.

𖡼 he hums, like all the time. it doesn’t matter what he’s doing, wether he’s pottering about or cooking or literally just walking down the corridor, he’s humming a tune. it’s so soft and quiet that you can’t hear it unless you really listen, but he makes sure to be a little louder when you’re lying your head on his chest at night, his hands gently massaging your hips as your body rises and falls in unison with his heavy breath, his heartbeat echoing in your ears as you fall asleep.

𖡼 he loves to wake up the same time as you, he wants to lie with you for ages whilst you both get your bearings and keep asking you for five more minutes whenever you try to get up. if he wakes up before you and has nowhere to be, he’ll just go back to sleep, or at least pretend that he has, just so you can take your time and eventually wake him up with kisses.

𖡼 he’s always late because he’s too busy watching you get ready. sometimes he’ll stay lying in bed if you’re out before him, lazily watching you as he props himself up on his elbow, a smile pulling on his lips. the way you hum to yourself and hesitate before each step of your routine trying to remember whats next is so satisfying to him. he does the same on a night, rushing to get ready just so he can sit and watch you, often placing himself behind you and planting kisses on your cheek and temple and neck, all the while staring at you through the mirror, waiting for your cute little smirk when the two of you make eye contact. each time you ask him what he’s doing, his answer is the same.

“jus’ tryna memorise it. what if you want me to do it for you when you’re too tired?”

𖡼 he likes to be impossibly close when you sleep with one another. even when you can hear the soft snores escaping from his lips, his arms are wrapped around you or fingers tangled in your hair or body beneath yours. even if he just gets to have a hand on you, a fingertip, it’s all he needs to fall asleep, and he always makes sure to help you. his hands find your waist as he rubs against your sides, grazing your skin up and down or smoothing his touch in soft, slow circles. his breath falling warm on the back of your neck or against your ear and calming you into a deep sleep.

𖡼 his camera roll is FULL of you. like he genuinely runs out of storage sometimes because he can’t stop taking pictures and videos of you. he’ll go through it with you as well. you’ll be lying in bed reading or just waking up and he’ll mumble something with a smile on his face.

“look at this one, babe”

he rests his phone in front of you, a candid picture from the night before filling your eyes as a wide grin is plastered on his face behind the screen.

“aren’t you beautiful? my perfect girl.” he murmurs as he pulls his phone back to him, staring at the photo for a minute more and smiling to himself, before swiping onto the next item and repeating the process.

𖡼 most of his camera roll, however, is pictures of you sleeping. not in a creepy way, he does sometimes take a picture of you in bed when you just look too perfect to forget, saving it just for his eyes, but he can’t help it. a large amount of these pictures are the times when he does have to get out of bed before yourself, he has a stupid meeting or a stupid mistake to fix that pulls him away from you. he’ll creep out of bed and quietly get ready, scrunching his nose and squinting his eyes every time an action is louder than he wants it to be. just as he comes in to kiss you goodbye, he has to stop and look at you. you’re so beautiful. your hair sprawled out against the pillow and tangled in your mouth. the faintest snores falling from your nose and the duvet he’d only just neatened up is already disheveled from your movement. he can’t help but snap a quick picture of you and press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for just a little too long.

𖡼 he keeps a picture (or twelve) of you in his wallet. he keeps them everywhere. he just needs to look at you all the time. a keyring with your face attached to his keys. his wallpaper(s) on his phone and work computer are all you. his desk is covered in framed pictures of you so he can sit staring at your face and your smile, head resting in his hands whilst he avoids work and thinks of how he can treat you that night, desperate to spoil you.

𖡼 Rafe will never argue with you, he never even raises his voice at you if it isn’t laced with excitement. despite his short-temper, and his impatience and (at times) his arrogance, he refuses to show you that side of him, or at least direct it to you. if he does disagree with you or he feels something coming on, he’ll simply excuse himself, muttering “jus’ one minute” and squeezing your hand gently before walking into a separate room. he sits there, trying to slow his breathing and pressing his forehead into his palms to try and gain some perspective and, if nothing else, calm himself down. the first few times he did so you just stood there confused, eventually following him and peeking round the corner of the door, to which he’d raise his head and rush over to you, practically chanting the word “sorry” and kissing your hands as he pushes you out. you soon realised he needed the time and space to gather himself, and left him alone until he was ready to carry on the conversation, greeting him with a wide grin each time he came back to you.

𖡼 his hand(s) are on you at. all. times. it started as an act of protection, to ensure nobody tries it on with you in public but he’s become so accustomed to it that it’s now a constant. he’ll walk around with a palm spread across your lower back, arm swung around your shoulder, fingers intertwining with yours, hand squeezing your side, and it only gets more intimate at home. tracing patterns on your back, grazings his fingers against your thighs, peppering kisses on your stomach and cheeks and jaw and nose. he acts as though he’d die if he didn’t feel you against him for more than five seconds.

𖡼 he can read you like a book, literally nothing gets past him. you could walk into a room, a smile plastered on your face, not a hint of sadness around you in a meter radius, and Rafe would still be asking what’s wrong. before you even realise you’re upset he’ll be comforting you and insisting you tell him what’s got you “so worked up.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @sadfury

[hyuniyz]

SKZ AS BOYFRIENDS

PAIRING. stray kids!bf x female!reader

GENRE. fluff

🗒 NOTES. i am so sorry for the small post 😟 but here’s something while i finish up my exams!! also maxident is so good 😭 im getting the heart version delivered soon im so excited ‼️

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ best boyfriend me thinks

★ very protective but never overdoes it. he just makes sure you know that he’ll be there for you in case of anything.

★ always makes sure you’ve eaten etc

★ keeps you entertained even when he’s at work because he’ll update you about everything 😭

★ “oh han’s tackling felix rn” “they’re on the floor” “felix is screaming i’m tired” yeah you get to experience the chaos first hand

★ he regularly invites you over to the studio no matter how many times you protest that you fall asleep he doesn’t budge. he just needs you with him while he finishes up on some songs.

★ doesn’t say it out loud but he thinks he can really focus on and wrap up songs but only when you’re there

lee know ( 리노 )

★ he’s everything you could ask for as a bf

★ he’ll make you laugh, make you cry out of happiness and so easily have you absolutely smitten

★ you get to experience everything with him

★ he’ll take you to dance with him very often but you guys only play around until your stomach hurts from laughing

★ focuses a lot on your interests and if it’s something new/he doesn’t know about it, he’ll do his research so you guys can talk about it together ❤️‍🩹

★ YOU BOTH GO TO CAT CAFÉS TOGETHER !! i can’t stress this enough

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ he loves spending quality time together!! so he’s always looking for new activities you guys could do

★ regularly takes you to his workout sessions if sometimes you just sit and do nothing

★ he believes in his haste to impress you he completes the workout quicker 😭

★ always asks for your opinion on their songs! he does it mainly because he knows you only have positive feedback so it boosts his ego. but he also does it because he loves how excited you get while complimenting all components of the song.

★ he’s mainly big on pda and has a hand on you at all times wether at your shoulder,back, waist or your thigh.

★ he really adores just how small you are compared to him, so while cuddling he’ll sometimes cover your entire body with his, or he’ll marvel at the fact that your entire hand can completely be encased by his much larger one.

★ smothers you at every chance he gets 😟 does not care for his image he will snuggle into you when he’s tired don’t doubt him

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ your perfect art boyfriend

★ i feel like he’d mainly show his love for you through handmade gifts like paintings etc

★ invites you with him while he finishes on a painting so he can enjoy the way you compliment his talent –he’s a sucker for compliments

★ HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU

★ he loves when he’s scrolling through his camera roll and all of a sudden he sees a picture of you

★ all the memories come back 🥹

★ swears up and down his favourite and most happiest memories are with you <33

han ( 한 )

★ your no.1 source of entertainment

★ it’s never a dull moment with him tbh 😭

★ especially if you manage to match his energy he’ll be even more hyped up!

★ ruins his image just to get a smile from you <3 very dedicated

★ he’ll have his soft, calm bf moments too though

★ he’ll be there to hold you if it has been a particularly tiring day

★ basically like a warm blanket

★ enjoys the rare serene moments he gets to spend w you 🫶🏻

★ adores you truly and doesn’t bother to deny it even if the members tease him like hell

★ “aww!! our han’s in love :D!!,” “chan hyung, i will yeet your laptop,”

felix ( 용복 )

★ sunshine

★ felix would ruin other men for you

★ like after him you’re standards are way too high

★ he’s just so endearing

★ loves spending time with you

★ HE LOVES WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM 😭

★ blushes so quickly

★ like it’ll just be a normal “you smell nice today babe”

★ and suddenly felix is a red tomato while he rambles about how he ‘picked that perfume because he thought you would like it’

★ your emotional support system 🫶🏻

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ very attentive as a boyfriend

★ like he remembers even the smallest detail you mentioned casually

★ it’s so endearing when you’re talking about something and then all of a sudden he goes “oh yeah i remember, you told me already,” 🥹??? it’s not only me right

★ he’s very good at knowing how you feel

★ like if you’re in a position where you can’t voice out how uncomfortable you are, one look at your face will tell you and he’s already pulling you away

★ very much acts like a mother

★ wipes your face after you’re done eating, fixes your hair, kneels down to fix your untied laces

★ YOU GET ALL THE SMILES!! like whenever he’s with you he can’t control how big he smiles or how loud he laughs

★ loves you very much ofc

jeongin ( 아이엔 )

★ you guys are the best dressed couple !!

★ he makes sure you’re always matching somehow

★ he’s a really sweet bf

★ does all the typical relationship stuff

★ will buy you flowers randomly, brings you coffee/your favourite snack whenever he sees you

★ thinks about you a lot!! that’s why you’ll sometimes get random “i love you” or i miss yous during the day <3

★ GIGGLES RANDOMLY ???

★ like for no reason, he’s lying down beside you snuggled in your chest and just randomly starts.. giggling and blushing 😦⁉️

★ babygirlism in his veins it’s true 😔

⠀© hyuniyz | fav && follow

[rafecameronsmistress]

Sunday Morning at Tanny Hill

[description] Rafe Cameron & fem reader

[summary] as Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend you aren’t sure wether to laugh or to cry.. to stay or run.. to be scared or to fall more in love..

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - smut, swearing, angry male character, angst, fear, fem character used s3xu@lly, oral m receiving, rough oral, g_uns used

[authors note] this is my first time writing and posting smut - inspiration came from Outer Banks Season 3 (buzz cut Rafe) - would love feedback and i am open to requests!

Enjoy!

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waking up to the sound of birds and a slice of daylight peeking in through the curtains. i check the time 8:04am. i groan, it’s too early. im alone in bed, rafe must have gone to take a shower or grab some food. i roll over on my stomach in hopes of catching more sleep.

i smile big as memories from last nights party pour in. beer, shots, dancing, a few hundred people swarmed tanny hill last night. defintley one for the books and summer has just started.

the cameron family has vacated tanny hill, all but rafe. he and i have been dating for about a year and now tanny hill is ours and only ours, a real dream come true.

just as i’m about to fall back asleep i hear a loud bang and glass shattering. “FUCK” rafe screams at the top of his lungs i immediately sit up with my heart in my throat. i hate to admit that i’m scared of my own boyfriend. i throw on his t shirt that was draped over a chair and tip toe across the room.

“rafe? you okay?” i say very softly as i peer outside of the master bedroom afraid of what i might see. he’s leaning over the railing with his head in his hands rubbing back and forth furiously. “baby?” i call out in hopes to get him out of whatever trance he’s in. he shoots a look my way, his eyes are dark and cold. my heart skips a beat. fight, flight, or freeze. i freeze.

rafe stands up tall and starts laughing and slamming his fist on the railing “you know what’s funny y/n, it’s funny how i do everything for my fucking dad and he gives everything to sarah and treats ME like a fucking child. DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CHILD?” he yells practically spitting at me. this isn’t rhetorical, he seeks reassurance from me when he’s upset. “no baby, you’re not a child. you are an amazing man. sexy, smart, strong.. you’re rafe fucking cameron”

i wasn’t lying. even while terrified i can’t help but be turned on by him. he’s standing there shirtless and in his boxers, nothing else. he puts his hands on top of his head and turns toward me. his muscular arms flexed in all the right ways, his v line just peeking out of the top of his boxers, and the way the sun hits his abdomen through the giant windows.. god i fucking love this man. i can feel myself getting hot between the legs.

he throws his arms in the air “i dont know what to do anymore y/n i really don’t” he says while shaking his head, becoming increasingly more frustrated. “come lay down with me” i said as i hold my hand out praying he’ll take the bait. rafe let’s out a sigh, grabs my hand, and follows me back to bed. he sits down on the bed and i stand in front of him. he lays his head on my chest and i stroke the back of his neck lightly with my fingernails. it gives him goosebumps and he melts into my body. this continues in silence, i enjoy soothing him. his hands trail up the back of my thighs until they reach my bum and he squeezes before smacking my right side hard. he man handles both cheeks again then stands up. he towers over me. rafe is 6 foot 2 and i’m 5 foot. he’s now looking down at me and his eyes are filled with fire. rafe likes rough sex, rafe uses my body when he can’t process his emotions. i don’t mind, i just mentally prepare for what’s about to come.

he kisses my forehead “on your knees” he demands, i comply and drop down. “open your mouth” he seethes. i open as wide as i can and close my eyes preparing for his delicious erection to be shoved down my throat. instead i’m met with cold… hard… unfamiliarity… i open my eyes. rafe is holding his glock 19 in my mouth with no expression on his face. “do you love me?” he asks as he cocks his head to the side. i nod viciously, tears starting to form. confused as to what is going on but not wanting to upset him. i don’t budge, i don’t scream, i don’t take the gun from my mouth and run. “good, now show me how much you love me” he asserts as he replaces the pistol with his cock.

i take all of him into my throat and cradle his sack with my right hand, my left hand on the back of his thigh for support. the tears are flowing at this point out of fear and because i’m giving a blowjob like my life depends on it. i look up at him as i gag, his head is tilted back and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. his hand slithers onto the back of my head and he intertwines his fingers into my hair. he uses my head as leverage to get him off. “fuck” he grunts through gritted teeth “you’re such a good girl.” now both of his hands are on the back of my head as he thrusts himself deeper into my mouth. i drop my arms and allow him to use me. saliva, tears, and rafe cameron’s cum drip down the sides of my face and onto my chest. he slides his now satisfied dick out of my mouth and brings me to my feet lifting me by my chin. he wipes my bottom lip with his thumb and gives me a tap on the cheek. rafe pulls me into his chest hugging my head with his arms and places a kiss on the top of my head. “you always know what i need, thank you, i love you” he says with a deep breath. “i love you too baby” i reassure.

[fiepige]

brooo I literally can't get over how much I love your concept 😭

im reading through your pinned post over and over again to help me write my Venom!Hobie inspired fanfic and its absolutely blowing my mind

you have a beautiful brain

also do you think venom!hobie, when the symbiote mostly takes him over, would eat people like cops or criminals by choice? or would he be against eating people at all

cuz I'm trying to have a scene where when he first gets taken over by venom he gets really hungry and the symbiote kind of takes over and when he wakes up he realizes he accidentally ate someone without even realizing

that sounds really stupid rn but I swear it'll sound better when I actually write it out I just want ur feedback 😭

much love <3

😭

AAHHHH Thank you so much!!! I don't even know what to say!! Just!!! Thank you SO MUCH you are so kind!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

(I'm still insanely happy that Venom!Hobie could inspire someone else to actually write a fic about him! Like how cool is that?!?)

imo Venom!Hobie can have a little cannibalism, as a treat

lol in all seriousness though, I personally like to think that even though the symbiote definitely has the upper hand when taking control, Hobie still gets to influence it in some smaller ways

- such as his hatred for cops in particular still shining through (the symbiote would be aware of Hobie's influense but it wouldn't really mind as long as it gets to eat some humans- food is food lol), but if he got really hungry and there weren't any cops around I'm not sure his influence would be strong enough to prevent them from targeting someone else... (again I'm just a sucker for angst, the thought of Hobie being driven so desperate by hunger that he just lets the symbiote do what needs to be done to make the hunger go away is just!!! 👌)

Of course Hobie himself would normally be against eating people- it's one thing to kill a cop (which he has done before). Killing a cop and eating the body is a whole other story. But I like the idea of the symbiote manipulating its host to an extent where they don't even realise how messed up their actions are!

(after all the symbiote would usually have to manipulate its host into killing someone first, since most spider people don't kill, and then it'd have to make its host eat the body as well! In Venom!Hobie's case the symbiote can pretty much skip step one since Hobie isn't against killing in the first place (as long as it's cops or something in that vein) so I feel like it could probably push Hobie to eat people as well. Wether or not Hobie is conscious/lucid while doing so could depend on the situation)

Hope this helps! 💜 If not, please let me know if there's something you want me to elaborate on, I sorta just start to ramble when I talk about this guy lol 😅 (I love your take on him so don't be afraid to do your own thing with him if you want!)

Also! That scene sounds so good!!!! 👀👌👀 Can't wait to read it!!!! Him waking up and realising he's eaten someone while not even being aware of it?!? Oh this is gonna be so good I just know it!!! 👀💜👀

Thank you so much for this ask (I'm always down to talk about Venom!Hobie!!!) and the kind words! They made my day 💜💜💜

[hannahhasnofriends]

happier | dream

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summary: based off the song happier by olivia rodrigo!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: angst, break ups, this is just fucking sad lmao, real names are used (srry not srry)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i love olivia rodrigos new album i literally have not listened to anything else since it came out omfg😎 also i think i like this fic?? idk gimme some thoughts n feedback :)

We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

"Hey guys! I've missed you all so much." I hug Sapnap tightly and move on to the next person I was greeting.

A "reunion" we were calling it, it'd been a year since the SMP ended and everyone wanted to get into touch again. It was bittersweet seeing everyone , it seemed like we'd grown up so much since then. Hell, I know I have.

"Hey darling, " I turn and see Niki, I missed her so much. We were the first female streamers on the SMP, she'd been my best friend. "How are you?"

"I'm good, really." I could see the sympathy in her eyes. I pretended not to notice when everyone did a double take when I walked into the room, they really thought I wasn't going to come today.

"That's good, I've missed you." She had a tight smile on her face. "You know he's coming today, right?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I knew someone was going to ask. It was fine, I had prepared myself for the questions and stares. It'd been 6 months, half a year, 6 damn full moons since we'd ended. We share the same friends, it was hard knowing they were going to pick sides, we both knew it wasn't going to be mine.

"Clay? Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we've both moved on. We're adults and I don't need to hide from him. We're friends!" I was lying through my fucking teeth. I saw his instagram posts, the subtweets, and everything else that had her named burned into it.

"Ok, I just wanted to check in. I know we all took the erm- break-up pretty hard." Her eyes avoided mine but I know she truly meant well by everything she was saying. "Anyway, I'm going to say hi to a few others. I really want us to talk more, ok?"

She squeezed my arm as she was walking off, I nodded my head even though I probably wouldn't be able to bring myself to message her after this.

I took a deep breath and eyed my other company. I was sticking out like a sore thumb, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Honestly, it'd probably be best to make a cowardly dash before he showed up.

Just as I'd made up my mind, I saw it. The main doors opened and there they were. Well. Too damn late for that.

He was as tall and gorgeous as he was 6 months ago and she was stunningly perched on his arm. The worst part wasn't how goddamn good they looked, it was how you could just tell they were right. You could simply glance in their direction and tell she was nice and kind and he was completely devoted to her.

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Just like that, all the air in the room had been sucked out. I was doomed.

As he made his way around the room, his eyes finally found mine. His smile faltered and I could tell he was taken aback. I averted my eyes quickly, this was so stupid.

“Y/n! Hi!” I jumped as I heard his voice, sneaky little bastard. I forced my best smile on my face as I turned to face them. She was standing next to him, still arm in arm but she stayed silent.

“Hey! How’s it going.” I pressed my lips together, he seemed so… ok? His eyes no longer had those dark circles and the cuts on his knuckles look healed.

“I’m good! How about you?” He tilts his head, curious.

“I’m doing good, too. Pretty busy, but you know.” I nodded along to what I said, it wasn’t a complete lie.

Abruptly, she clears her throat and side eyes Clay, obviously wanting something. “Oh, right! This is Grace.”

“Hi, I’ve heard great things about you.” She smiles so warmly, she seems so great. I could feel the jealously sinking into my skin, it was suffocating.

“Hello, it’s really nice to meet you.” This time I really was lying. But I couldn’t tell her the truth. How I couldn’t let her boyfriend go.

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed You meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind She probably gives you butterflies

She kept up the small talk with me. I learned she was an artist and slightly older than him. She taught art to kids on the weekends and her parents were still married. She even volunteered to help me move.

I noticed the rings she wore and thought about whether he gave them to her. If he gave her the same gifts he gave me. Maybe she knew too. Maybe she knew he took her to the same places we went. Did the same things, laughed at the same jokes. I hope she did.

But the conversation continued, and I kept searching for a flaw. Something to make him realize she wasn’t meant for him. Something I could point out and have my aha moment.

But she was perfect. And I had nothing that would make him pick me instead of her.

I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The music picked up again and they excused themselves to the dance floor. It was a sappy, corny love song. It fit them perfectly. I could see him whisper in her ear and rock her back forth to the beat. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

As they swayed, I was hoping he was thinking of me. I hoped he would drop her right then and there and grab my hand and lead me out of this mess. I hoped he would lock eyes with me and pretend none of this happened. I hoped they weren't as happy as they looked.

I hope you're happy Just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

As I watched them, I swear every memory we shared came fleeting into my mind. Every smile, every laugh, every fight, everything. The way he’d let me wear his sunglasses in the car and the time we danced in the rain and we’re sick for days after.

As I watched them I wondered wether they were truly happy together. If he was in love, if he loved her more than he loved me. If he ever thought of me when he was with her.

I wonder if he watched me as I left.

[meowzfordayz]

oh my goodness goddess i really debated wether or not to send you a req until the 11th hour, because i assumed you had so many to get through BUT how could i not participate in your 10.0 Milestone??!

if you have too many requests and they start to overwhelm you, toss mine overboard and save yourself🏊🏽‍♀️ it would literally be impossible for you to offend me💛

for your 10.0 Milestone Event:

could I get a familial matchup with Shinobu? sfw for obvious reasons🙈 i’m really in a Shinobu family mood since her relationship with her sisters is so important to her! i’m so weak for sisterly connections, i just think they’re so powerful🫶🏽

im a happy little taurus, the gremlin/mom friend combo, and just absolutely in love with beautiful things. anything that sparkles really revvs the old engine✨ intp through and through, i like to think things through fully before acting and really value the feedback of my family whenever they’re willing to give it to me :) they’re my most important people

you are also important people lol! we’re so lucky to have you on this scrungly app to share your creativity and kindness with us for no reason other than you’re just lovely and generous🫂🫧 thank you for you T and happy 10.0 milestone!!

(if i may ask, what does 10.0 stand for?)

MILESTONE 10.0

💞: Kocho Shinobu

assuming you've both left the nest aka moved out, she mails you monthly care packages. Thus far, you've received: a really shiny penny (I found it heads up, and figured I'd send a little luck your way <3); a Dunkin gift card (Regifting this to you. Feel free to use it or regift it yourself <3); movie tickets (I know you've been meaning to watch this. Wish I could be there with you <3); and sooo many letters. Some of the letters are brief: I miss you <3, I love you <3, and You suck, thanks for being the best <3. Some are much longer (usually when you've been too busy to call each other). You can even tell when she's written something over the course of multiple days — the pen changing colors, certain sentences more legible than others, topics abruptly ending and beginning.

is your biggest fan as well as your harshest critic (besides, yanno, yourself). She doesn't intend to be cruel, and believes ~tough love is a flimsy justification for lack of empathy. However, sometimes, "That was stupid," is all she can really say. In other words: she's definitely the type to laugh when you trip over your own two feet — while simultaneously reaching down to help you up.

has digital AND physical albums solely dedicated to ~awkward photos of you. Drool in your sleep? She's got a photo. Mid sneeze? She's got a photo. Pained expression after dropping something on your foot? She's got a photo. Cringe Halloween costume(s)? She's got photos. Not above using them to blackmail you (for playful/petty purposes), and dreads the day you finally shed any lingering embarrassment from your childhood/adolescence.

[glossvante]

Behind Closed Doors 01

Rated: M | 18+

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: High school/Step-Siblings, Explicit smut.

Word Count: 5.1k

Part: One | Two |

Warning: Step-siblings, Explicit & graphic sexual content, Alcohol consumption, Language

Summary: After moving to a new city, a rager of a party and an intense, all consuming, mindless fuck with a tall dark stranger seemed to be exactly what you were craving. A one night stand never hurt anyone, right? Until of course, that stranger turned out to be your new step brother.

Note: I’ve been looking for a new step-sibling Jungkook fic for a while and couldn’t find one so I decided to write it myself sdjkdjfjk. This chapter is more setting up the rest of the story but I hope you guys like it! Also, the other bts members make brief appearances as the story progresses, as well as a few blackpink girls. I’m newer to tumblr so if you like the fic please show some love & some feedback and I’ll upload part two soon. Love you guys and hope you enjoy ;).

Part One

You realized your room had turned into somewhat of a shit show while getting ready, as per usual. Nothing you couldn’t fix later though, you had enough on your mind right now. You were mildly panicked while getting dressed because you had to look at least somewhat attractive tonight. It was the first party you’d been invited since you moved here 3 weeks ago and you wanted to make a good impression. Moving away, changing high schools and leaving behind all your friends in the middle of the year wasn’t the most ideal situation for you, to say the least. You tried as long as you could to avoid accepting the reality of everything but the first day of school is when it really hit. Considering the fact that your last school wasn’t even half as big or well-funded as your new one, it was an adjustment figuring everything out. You were anxious about not knowing a single person the entire day until you met Lisa and Jennie in physics. The three of you guys sorta just clicked and became friends with ease. They showed you around and it relieved some of your social anxiety to know that there were at least a few cool people here.

Earlier in the day, Jennie texted you, inviting you to a party at her ex-boyfriends place. You hadn’t met him yet and were slightly confused as to why Jennie parties with her ex but she explained that her and Taehyung were cool with each other now. She also mentioned that pretty much everyone else in your senior class was going to be there too. Hence why you needed to look hot as fuck.

You studied your reflection in the mirror, deciding wether or not to change your outfit for the third time in the past 10 minutes. Yup, you needed to. You lifted the dress off of your body with a sigh and returned to your closet, hoping to find anything remotely cute at this point. Shortly after making another mess, you came across an old satin black dress. You picked it up and held it to your body, wondering if it would still fit, it had been a while since the last time you wore it. It couldn’t hurt to just try it on, you thought. You slipped the dress on over your head and adjusted it to your body before reaching towards the small of your back, praying to God it would zip up.

Finally, you were able to get it closed. You turned your body at all angles in the mirror to get an extensive view of your look. The dress had become a bit too form-fitting and an maybe an inch too short on you over time but you looked...good. Finally, you thought, you could work with this. You knew your mom would never let you get away with it though. To compromise, you decided to throw a sweatshirt on over the dress to cover up, at least until you left the house. You threw your lipgloss, phone, and all the necessities into your handbag and rushed downstairs to say goodbye to your mom.

You opened her rooms door and stuck your head in, shocked to see her getting ready to go out as well. “Where are you going?” You asked, confused. She didn’t mention she had any plans. “John invited me out. He said it’s a surprise.” She said excitedly, with half of her attention focused on styling her hair. “Again? The same guy?” You asked. After your parents divorced when you were young, your mom became somewhat of a serial dater. No one guy was ever right for her or stuck around long enough. If you were being honest, you stopped keeping track of your moms love life a while ago. “Yes the same guy.” She replied with a slight attitude. You were taken aback by that, this had to be the longest she’s been consistently seeing one guy. You knew she was glad you guys were able to find a house in the area, so she could see him more often but you didn’t think much of it at the time. Maybe she was finally starting to get serious with someone. You hadn’t met him yet but now, you were starting to get curious. “Alright, I’m gonna go but have fun on your date.” You replied getting ready to turn and leave. “Wait, you’re hanging out with Jennie tonight right? Tell her I say Hi.” She said. You almost forgot for a moment that you lied to her about the party. So what if she thinks you’re going to a girls night out with Jennie? You figured the less she knows, the less she’ll worry. And technically speaking, you weren’t really lying to your mom, you actually were going to hang out with her tonight. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. “Yeah, uh I will. See you later! Love you!” You said. “Okay bye, love you!” She replied as you left, shutting the door behind you.

-

You almost thought you had the wrong address when your gps began taking you up into the hills. Even though you were new to the area, you knew only rich people lived up here. Your jaw dropped when you finally pulled up to your destination, going back to your texts to make sure you put the right one in. It was a massive house, like some shit you’d see in a magazine or on TV. Jennie’s ex must be rich rich you thought to yourself. There were a bunch of cars parallel parked on the side of the street, so you pulled in and did the same. It really did seem like everyone was here. You quickly checked yourself in the car mirror, reapplying your lip and fixing your hair before heading inside. You could hear loud music pour out of the function as soon as you stepped out of your car, thankfully there weren’t many other houses nearby to complain about the noise. One of the many perks of living in luxury you supposed.

Your anxiety started to kick in as you headed in through the front door with a few strangers, losing them in the crowd as you entered. Woah. You definitely didn’t go to parties like this at your old school. Red neon lights saturated the air in every room, a dense cloud of smoke lingered above the crowd and the music followed you wherever you went. You tried to take it all in as made your way through the crowd hoping to find a single recognizable face. You walked through the living room and entered the kitchen, shocked by how many bottles of alcohol were just laying around, expensive ones too. You poured yourself a diluted mixed drink in attempt to calm your nerves.

“Y/N!!!!!” You heard you’re name in a high pitched scream from behind you. It was Jennie, she jumped up and gave you a hug from behind. “I was looking for you! God you scared me.” You admitted with a laugh. “Oops sorryyy.” She apologized, she was entirely too giggly and spoke with a slur. You could tell she was a few drinks ahead of you. “You look so hot tonight what the fuck?” She exclaimed, a too little loud. “Thanks.” You said with a smile, flattered by the compliment. “What are you doing?” She asked looking down at your cup. “You need a shot! Not whatever this is. Do one with me!” She pleaded, you considered it for a moment. “I don’t know, I don’t wanna get too drunk.” You explained. She rolled her eyes at that. “Okay bitch, first of all why not, and second of all come on! A couple shots never hurt anyone.” You saw the look on her face, Jennie could be pretty convincing when she wanted to be. Fuck it right? After all, you were at a party. “Okay fineee.” You agreed reluctantly. She was ecstatic at your response, immediately reaching for a dark liquor and pouring both of you a shot. You clinked glasses before taking them down, feeling an immediate bitterness in your mouth and a warmth in your chest. “That tastes like shit.” You told her, wiping a drop from your lips. She laughed at that. “Trust me you can’t even feel it after a few.” She poured another shot for you and herself. You both braced yourselves and took it back. She lied, the second one definitely tasted worse. You cringed from the taste. “The faces you make are too funny.” Jennie teased while laughing. She reached for the bottle one more time and started to pour another round. “Are you trying to get me drunk? Cus if you want me or something just say that.” You said, trying to holding back your laughter. She shoved you in response, only mildly amused by your words. “I hate you.” She handed you the last shot and you both took it down.

No Idea by Don Toliver began playing loudly from the speakers and Jennie screamed in response. “Ah! I love this song! Dance with me?”Jennie asked, extending her hand to you. You rolled your eyes before taking it, allowing her to drag you to the living room. You weren’t exactly a talented dancer, like Jennie, so usually you’d feel a bit awkward while dancing but that wasn’t the case tonight. Maybe it was just because the crowd was so live or the music was thumping or those shots you just took, but you were feeling right. Jennie put her hands on your waist and pulled you closer to her, guiding you into the rythym. You both moved as if your bodies had synced with the music, dancing all over each other. For a moment it felt like you and everyone else in the room were on the same wavelength. While dancing, you locked eyes with a guy leaning against a the wall, a distance away from you. His eyes were dark and peircing, shaded by long locks of his jet black hair. He took a sip of his drink and a slight smirk crept onto his face as he realized he’d caught your attention, as if he’d had his eyes on you for a while. You kept your focus him on while you were dancing, observing him as he gave you a long look from your head to your toes.

In the midst of the moment, the two of you were interrupted by Jennie. “There’s no fucking way.” She said, shocked. You quickly turned your attention to her, wondering what she was talking about. Her smiled had faded and her body stilled as she looked at something in the crowd. As if she had seen something she wished she didn’t. “Jennie.” You said concerned. You tried to follow her line of sight to see what was going on, scanning the room. “What’s wrong?” You asked loudly, leaning into her. “Fucking Taehyung.” She gestured towards a far corner. You turned to look, only to see a guy you assumed to be Taehyung with his tongue halfway down some girls throat and his eyes on Jennie. He winked at her, like he was glad that she had seen. Gross. You couldn’t help but feel shitty for her. Guess everything with them wasn’t cool after all.

“I’m sorry. Fuck him.” You said loudly, trying to console her over the sound of the music. You could see she was hurt but she hid it behind a wall of anger. “Two can play at that game you know.” She replied calmly. “I invented that game.” You hadn’t really seen her like this before, she was lethal and you could feel it. She pulled away from you. “I’ll be back.” She shouted. “Wait what? where are you going?” You asked, worried about her. “I’m fine I just have to do something. I’ll find you later okay? Sorry!” She said, before walking away, leaving you in the middle of the crowd. You didn’t fully believe her when she said she was fine but if she wanted some time alone, you were gonna let her have it. It didn’t stop you from worrying though.

You sighed before shuffling your way out of the living room and to a quieter spot against the wall. You pulled out your phone to check it. You sent a few snaps to some old friends and a text to update your mom so she wouldn’t worry. After that, you headed back into the kitchen in search of something to drink that wasn’t hard liquor. All that dancing made you thirsty. You opened the fridge, allowing the light from inside to pour out, mixing with the neon red tint already in the air. You bent over to look inside for a water bottle, juice, or even a godamn soda. After shuffling some things around, you came up dry. All you could find was extra beer. Did these people only drink alcohol? You shut the door of the fridge in disappointment and turned to walk away, only to be stopped by the view in front of you. The same eyes you spotted from a distance earlier were now right in front of you. You studied all of him for a moment, just now being able to get real look at him. He was leaned against the kitchen island coolly, looking right at you. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was attractive, in pretty much every single physical way there was. You found yourself admiring his style and shiny silver rings over his black ink tattoos. You nearly let yourself get lost in his picture before the thought occurred to you. How long had he been standing there? You immediately felt timid, realizing that if he was there for long enough, he for sure had a perfect view of your ass while you were bending over in the fridge. Now was probably a good time for you to stop starting at him say something, like anything.

“Hi.” You said, regretting it immediately. Hi? Really? In your defense, it was all you could get out in front of his naturally intimidating presence. At least you broke the silence, you thought. “Hi.” He responded with a soft smile on his face. “How come I haven’t seen you around here before?” He inquired, taking a sip from his red solo cup. “I uh.. I just moved here a couple weeks ago.” You explained, wondering why he had taken a sudden interest in specifically you. “Ah that explains it.” He said nonchalantly. “Explains what?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why we haven’t hung out before.” He finished. It was obvious to you he meant more with his words by the look on his face. “So is that why you were watching me earlier? You wanna ‘hang out’ with me?” You teased, being thankful that alcohol gave you more courage than you ever would have sober. He chuckled at that before taking a step toward you. You notably felt your heart rate increase. There was a part of you that wanted to take a step back, increasing the space between you two but you ultimately ignored it. He leaned into you to speak in your ear, just loud and close enough so you could hear his words and feel the warmth on his breath on your neck. “You know why I was watching you dance, just like I know why you’re still standing here, talking to me.” He withdrew slightly, now facing you. His focus shifted from your eyes down to your lips for just a moment before returning. Fuck. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t melt a little right there. He was confident if anything, and nothing turned you on more. You could smell the alcohol on him, his lips still wet from his most recent sip. Lust and drinks were dangerous combination and he seemed determined to get his fix.

”So what are you going to about it?” You asked calmly, faking just enough confidence to pretend like he didn’t have you dying inside. A devilish smirk appeared on his face as if he were playing out the answer in his head. You could feel yourself get warmer, your cheeks had to have been noticeably red by now. You had an overwhelming feeling he could see right through you. He didn’t give you an answer and instead, pulled away returning to his drink, seeming all too satisfied with himself and his effect on you. “Hey!” You heard a voice call out to you from a distance, both of you turned to look at the source. It was Jennie, finally returning. Worse timing just didn’t exist, you thought. She gestured at you to come near her and you nodded in agreement. Hesitantly, you pulled away from the kitchen but not before sharing one last loaded look with those dark eyes, as if there was more to be said, more to be done, and not nearly enough hours in the night for any of it. He let you leave without a word, and the interaction lingered fresh in your mind.

You walked up to Jennie. “Hey! Where’d you go?” You asked. “I kinda did something bad.” She admitted. You were instantly curious and slightly worried at the same time. “Don’t scare me, what happened?” You asked. She hesitated a moment before answering. “I kinda... blew Tae’s best friend. In his bed.” She laughed, covering her smile with her hand. What? You were wondering if you heard that right. “No you fucking didn’t. Who?!” You inquired in awe, shocked but impressed at the lengths this girl would go to for revenge. You made a mental note to not get on her bad side. “Jimin.” She pointed him out in the crowd so you could put a face to the name. “He’s always had a thing for me so it was easy.... and quick.” She joked, now making you laugh, you shook your head, still in a state of disbelief. Okay so obviously, Jennie wasn’t the best at dealing with her hurt and her & Taehyung definitely didn’t have the most healthy relationship but they’ve been on and off for like two years now, you figured they’re probably used to shit like this. And even if you didn’t completely agree with her method of revenge, Taehyung had it coming. You knew she was on one tonight, already hurting, and you figured it’d be easier just to be supportive. “Honestly, he kind of asked for it when he made out with that bitch in front of you.” You pointed out, she laughed at that. Your smile faded as you looked to your left to see a more-than-pissed-off Taehyung walking towards you two. Looks like news traveled here, fast. “Jennie.” You gestured towards him to let her know he was coming, by the look on his face it was obvious he knew. “Here come the fireworks.” Jennie announced under her breath. He walked up to you both, sparing you a moments glance before grabbing Jennie by her arm. “What’s up babe?” She asked casually. He wasn’t having it. “We need to talk.” His voice was so low it was kind of scary, he pulled her to the side and she went along, only with some resistance.

Once again, you were on your own. You decided to find a bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit in the mean time. Unfortunately, all the ones downstairs were occupied or had muffled moans from behind the door. You decided to head upstairs, hoping to find an unoccupied one there. Most of the doors were locked, storage, or closets. You were close to giving up before you found a room at the end of the hall was empty and unlocked. A bedroom. You didn’t think anyone would mind if you used the mirror, so you walked in real quick and did. You rearranged your hair and reapplied your lip gloss.

As you were finishing up your last coat of gloss, you heard the door creak open behind you and shut. You immediately turned to look, surprised to see the same guy from earlier. “Hi.” He said with a smile, leaning against the door. “You stalking me now?” You teased, putting the gloss back into your handbag and setting it on the side table near you. “Can you blame me? We didn’t get to finish our... talk.” He said, locking the door behind him. With the sound of that click, it became clear your meeting had a different context. You could feel the atmosphere in the room change to become... heavier almost. He approached you, deleting the space between you with each movement. It also didn’t help that you already had your back against a wall, there really was nowhere to go this time. You swallowed a lump in your throat you didn’t realize was there to begin with. “You know...” He began, getting closer to you now than before, “I can’t stop thinking about you in this fucking dress.” He spoke lowly. You saw his lust-filled eyes staring back at you as his hands reached down to your waistline, tracing the edges of your body. You felt chills follow as his hand found its way from your hips down to your outer thighs, lightly grazing your ass. “Yeah?” You asked, at a loss of words due to your proximity to him. You were rendered practically helpless to his touch, there wasn’t much your body allowed you to do in his presence except submit to his will. “Yeah.” He replied. Once he reached the lower hem of your dress he let himself teeter at the edge. You bit your lip, maintaining eye contact, knowing what you craved at your core, praying he knew too.

He let hands linger on you a moment before he slipped two fingers under the lower band of your dress, you immediately felt the coldness of his hands against the soft skin of your outer thighs as he lifted the fabric slowly, just high up enough to have access to you. And all you did, was let him. He placed a hand at your center, feeling the wetness that had soaked through your panties. You blushed, embarrassed at the wet mess you’d become throughout the night. “Fuck, you’re so wet...” He said, speaking in a tone much lower than before. “...all for me?” He asked. It definitely was. The built up tension mixed between you two was enough to get you there. You were flustered by his practically immediate hold on you, all you wanted to do was anything he wanted you to. All you wanted to say was everything and anything he wanted to hear. “Mmhm.” You nodded, your faces closer than ever. He seemed satisfied with your response because in turn, he gave you the friction you were craving. Your breathing became unsteady as he let his hand grind against you outside the fabric of your panties, pressing his middle finger into your slit with the perfect amount of pressure. He created just enough need burning inside of you for you to know it wasn’t nearly enough. He enjoyed teasing you, it was all over his face. You needed more. You craved more.

And as if he could read your mind, he finally slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your panties and stimulated your clit with his bare hand. You let out a a whine as he felt all of you, high off the sensation of skin to skin contact. Every warm and wet bit of you was in his hands. “Fuck.” You said breathily. He moved softly, in small circles at first, setting every single one of your nerve endings on fire. He could see the satisfaction in your face, you couldn’t hide it even if you tried at this point. He increased his pace, hearing the sounds of your scattered whines and whimpers gradually increase in volume. He was relentless, reaching the most sensitive parts of you and exacting completely and utter pleasure. His forehead rested against yours as your eyes shut in pleasure. It felt as if there was some overwhelming magnetic pull drawing you into each other, you couldn’t really tell who leaned in first as your soft pink lips collided desperately with his. You moaned into his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, gliding perfectly against yours in a heavenly rhythm. You felt a kind of intimacy within the kiss that was rare to you. Of course he was a good kisser, like really good.

You lightly bit his lip as he slipped a finger inside of you. It was as if kissing you only set him off more. You adjusted to him with ease considering how wet he had you before even touching you. He began pumping in and out of you, creating a new sensation only adding to the hopeless mess you’d become due to him. He moved inside you at the perfect angle. You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his for a moment so you could catch your breath. “Please.” You moaned softly, stunned with pleasure. “Please what?” He asked sternly, as if he wanted you to use your words, describing the sensations you were feeling, how he made you feel. “Please d- don’t stop.... please? It feels so fucking amazing.” You pleaded, feeling your impending climax within reach. He inserted another finger in you, curling them both inside you to hit your sweet spot with every pump. Fuck. That was it. How did he seem to have every inch of your body figured out already? In response, you, without consciously realizing it, began grinding your hips into him hopelessly. Your mouth opened in pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He asked lowly, studying every part of you, he was so enamored with the moment, there was nothing in this world that could pull either of you away from this. You were almost too high off him to respond, but you nodded frantically as another moan escaped your lips. “Yes.” You admitted. You could feel your orgasm nearing as you slowly lost your others senses. “You’re gonna cum all over my hand?” He asked, moving himself faster somehow, you didn’t think it was possible. “Fuck, yes.” All you could feel now was him, pushing you to the edge, moving his fingers to penetrate inside of you at a pace you’d never felt before. “Cum for me.” He ordered, ready to witness you fall apart in front of him, all because of him. You obeyed, feeling a wave of euphoria crash into you and travel to the depths your body, cumming hard. Your cunt pulsated around his fingers as your body trembled in complete physical pleasure. This had to be heaven. The only thought in your head while you were in the clouds? You wanted more. How could you still crave more?

When you opened your eyes, returning back to planet earth, your breathing returned to normal again. All you could see was him in front of you. Those dark eyes were filled with want. You let your eyes trail down to the bulge between his legs. His cock was begging to be released from the restraining fabric of his clothes. Poor guy, he was so focused on you the whole time, he needed immediate relief. You slowly reached your hand down to the waist band of his pants. He didn’t make a single movement, as if he didn’t want to miss a moment of you. You slipped your hands underneath his pants, tracing the length of him from outside his briefs. He was so fucking hard. You wondered how he managed to fight the urge to turn you over and fuck you right there against the wall.

You dropped down to your knees and lowered his clothing, allowing him to reveal all of himself to you. You looked him in the eyes as you let your tongue wet the underside of his cock until it reached the head. He watched intently as you let your tongue slide across his slit before taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his hypersensitive head. Teasing him, just like he did you. You heard a suppressed moan from deep inside him. That was enough to motivation for you take all of him into your into your mouth. The warm wet softness surrounded him as your mouth fit tight around his cock. You heard his breath hitch. The sight of your face on him mixed with the sensation, it was just enough to drive him crazy. He was leaking with so much precum, you could taste it. He slowly began rocking his hips into your throat. You felt him sink into further and further into pleasure with each thrust. He threw his head back as you finally took him deep into your throat. Holding your breath, you rocked yourself back and forth on his cock. The soft tightness of your throat bobbing up and down on the head of his cock was overwhelming enough for his eyes to roll back into his head. “Fuckkk.” He moaned breathily, it was obvious he was already close to his limit.

“S-stop.” He said hesitantly. You ignored it and continued, determined to make him cum as hard as you just did. “Don’t make me cum. I-...” He paused what he was saying, distracted by the wave of pleasure he felt as you took him deep into your warm throat again, disregarding his words. “I’ve been dying to get inside you all night.” He admitted breathily, in attempt to get you to stop sucking his cock so he could stuff it inside you instead. Your insides throbbed at the thought of it. Although you wouldn’t mind having him inside you, like at all, you knew he was close to riding out his orgasm and you wanted to see the look his face when he came, from this angle. You looked up at him innocently and kept going. He tried to back up slightly, but you didn’t let him. “Fuck.” He said under his breath, tired of trying so hard hold back his release. Everything he was saying went out the window as he gave into his most primal desires, rocking his hips into you, chasing his orgasm, and contradicting himself once more. “God you feel so fucking good.” He mumbled as his thrusts gradually became sloppier and more desperate. He reached a hand down to entangle in your hair, pushing himself deeper into you as his body tensed up and stilled. He let out a moan as he came down your throat. You could feel the warmth of the large pool of cum in you, you swallowed it all cleanly.

He pulled out of you once his orsgasm faded. Seeming satisfied that you swallowed. You stood up and cleaned off your mouth, and readjusted your dress. Assessing how bad the damage was to your appearance from what you two had just done. He put himself back in his pants and did the same in the mirror. There was an kind of afterglow that surrounded the both of you. You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror. “Sorry I didn’t stop.” You said with a smile, realizing afterward that you probably should have. He returned a smile and shrugged. “It’s fine. You can make it up to me next time.”

He left you with those words and exited the room. You found yourself wondering what he meant by “next time” and if there would be one. How could there be? You didn’t even know the guys name, or number, or anything substantial about him really. You shrugged it off, deciding not to think too much into it, sometimes a one night stand was just that. A one night stand.

End of Part One

[rrasado]

• Realization before Reconciliation •

Hngggggg Gomen Gomen Gomen

I tried getting this out on my birthday but schooldwork said No💙

And I feel really bad that this is all I can give ✋. Anyways who knows.

Tagging: @cherryxart, @anuswaterlily, @raymiazaki, @dittoqueeno, @thatweirdomidas, @bnhastakenover, @jae-tries-writting-stuff, @nightcore-re-val

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“Psst! MC wake up!”

The human groaned as she sat up from the white sheets of her bed. Ah, that’s right...

She’s a resident of purgatory hall now.

How long has it been...a month now? She’d rather not keep track honestly, that day she left the House of Lamentation, carrying her bags and never looking back, was it the right choice?

“Ah! Sorry Luke, I’m coming don’t worry!”

She groggily stood up, quickly getting changed into a more casual outfit before treading out of the room to meet the other exchange students.

“You’re finally awake MC.”

Simeon gave his usual serene smile while solomon only crossed his arms and chuckled.

“Let’s go, we’re meeting up with satan at the place correct?”

“Yeah! Just let me go grab my D.D.D real quick.”

The device was plugged in prior to charge before the human pocketed it, dismissing the notification as the four of them treaded out the doors of Purgatory Hall.

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How long has it been?

Mammon was slumped over the edge of his bed, scrolling through his D.D.D, taking in every old picture and selfie he took the last few months.

The months he spent with the human. He pushed back his hair and let out a frustrated groan at the memory of the exchange student. Damn his stupidity, damn his ignorance, damn his selfishness, damn his greed, damn everything about him for not realizing that his human was hurting. Honestly, What did he feel about the whole ordeal? Would things be different had he noticed the subtle changes in her routine? Everything frustrated him to no end. The day she left... does he even remember what happened then. That day was still vivid, the venom that seeped out of the human’s gaze when he tried to chase after her through the door was still engraved in his mind, and he hated it. But what he hated more was how he just gave up on the spot, watching her leave the gates with her bags.

He stood up to go grab a drink from the kitchen, abruptly opening his door garnering a loud crash through the air.

“Tsk Mammon!”

The fourth born stood their with eyes squinting. He caught the door with his bare hands, which showed the almost accidental crashing had it not been for his reflexes.

“Satan bud you scared me.”

His azure blue eyes flickered to his brother’s attire, is he going somewhere?

“Where’re you headed?”

“It’s none of your business, tell the others i'll be going home late tonight”

His usually calm tone dripped with spite as he marched down the velvet ebony staircase, his coat trailing behind him leaving the Avatar of Greed to his own devices.

“Tsk...jeez what’s his problem…”

He ran his hand through his stark white locks, treading towards the kitchen to get his mind off of everything so far.

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“Hey Luke! slow down”

The human chuckled while being pulled by the angel, the child had a skip to his step as he whined even more.

“Oh c’mon MC! I can’t wait any longeeer. We might lose our seats if we don’t make it there in time!”

The white haired wizard gave a chuckle whilst Simeon pried off Luke from the other human.

“Luke it’s called a reservation for a reason, besides! We still need to wait for Satan to correct?”

The younger angel gave a pout as he crossed his arms.

“He better show up in the next five minutes or else-”

“Or else what?”

The familiar tuft of blonde hair approached the group with a wave, garnering the angel to shut up before he could say anything else.

“Fashionably late as always”

“Well as fashionable as Satan can get anyways…”

“Oh haha very funny”

An amused chuckle escaped the human’s lips as she shoved her hand in her pocket.

“Shall we get going? The cafe is a 15 minute walk from the campus’ gates”

A series of nods and grunts of agreement had the peculiar group on their merry way.

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The white haired demon pulled his hair in frustration while the Avatar of Gluttony hunched over the table behind him, stomach demonically growling in hunger as Mammon gave an exasperated sigh. The first born merely sipped his coffee as he read through whatever documents he was holding, only working there instead of his study because of the need for a change of scenery.

“Oh for hell’s sake the fridge is empty again! The cabinets ain’t in better condition either!”

Lucifer pushed back his hair as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Stop complaining like a child and go ask Satan, He’s on grocery duty for this week anyways.”

“That’s the thing tho Lucifer, Satan left earlier to who knows where.”

“Tsk oh for crying out loud is there no one in this house who knows how to be half the least competent!”

Beel only sunk his head further on the table letting the hunger consume him.

“...MC would usually accompany Belphie during emergency grocery runs…”

A deafening silence wrapped the dining hall in tension, daring the occupants to make the first move.

There it goes again… that human, the former resident of the House of Lamentation. It still stung them all, was it the guilt? The guilt of not being able to ease her hurting? The guilt of being the very reason why she was hurting in the first place? The guilt of repeating history’s misdeed?

Oh how cruel of them to be so selfish.

‘Diavolo would be disappointed’

‘You had no hand in helping’

‘You’re no better’

‘You had the audacity to even smile’

‘You have the gall to even eat?”

‘You dare have the right to be angry’

The first week was a hell in of itself, Lucifer was snappier than usual, Leviathan never came out of his room, even taking his classes online rather than showing face at school, Asmodeus partied out late less than usual, it’s even noticeable by his hair that he disregarded his self care routine by a bit. Beel and Belphie took it the worst out of all of them. Beel couldn’t bear himself to eat any food MC was fond of. His appetite abnormally dropped and his palette shrunk down to mere bread and stale meat, all washed down by nothing but water. Belphie on the other hand… oh gosh Belphie , the youngest never woke up unless it was Lucifer himself who commanded him, even then he was asleep for 23 hours a day, not even giving a single care wether he understood the school material as he naturally would due to his mind going static at anything that reminded him of the Human.

The Deafening silence was broken by a loud thud from the stairs as the Avatar of envy rushed down with a rare frantic expression.

Leviathan heaved heavy breathes, reeling over to his knees in nothing but an energy drink stained sweatshirt and old sweatpants that he probably wore for a week straight. His usually unenthusiastic voice echoed throughout the dining room.

“LOOK!’

The third born shoved his D.D.D in their faces as their expressions faltered, the bright screen illuminating a shot of a candle lit dessert in front of a close eyed genuine smile they failed to keep.

And the oh so daunting caption ?

‘Happy Birthday MC’

..The mug of coffee was now shattered on the floor..

Oh how cruel of fate to torture them this way...

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Aaaand cut, the end...? Idk what’s angstier the fic or how disappointing the ending is. I don’t know how to end this honestly, that one insomnia induced fic blew up two months ago for some reason and I never had a plan in the first place 😂. The demand was high and I tried my best to deliver but I am no writer. 👉👈

Anyways thank you for all the love and feedback for this crappy mini series. I didn’t want to end this fic abruptly but alas my mind said No💙.

The prequel.

The first part.

The thought.

[fantasywritings]

Good Boy- Yoo Taeyang smut

warnings: very slight femdom

genre: smut: oral, male receiving, tease and denial, very soft femdom

summary: reader has a fantasy about using a vibrator on her partner, Taeyang; who hasn’t experimented with sex toys before.

The sound of water running down Taeyangs body could be heard coming from the shower. You sat on your side of the bed and waited for him to come back so you can tell him what’s on your mind lately.

“I waited for you” you said playfully as he stepped in your room with a towel covering his torso only, smiling from your previous comment.

He made his way to the drawers and picked underwear and a T shirt.

Despite him being a shy guy, he felt like he had nothing to hide from you, so he usually changed in front of you, today wasn’t an exception either.

“Hey Taeyang?”

“Mhm?” He turned his head while putting on his underwear, after he’s done dressing up he sat near you, pulling you in his embrace, head leaning on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest.

“Have you ever tried toys?” You asked out of the blue, you could see him smiling down at you, eyes in confusion, cheeks becoming slightly flushed.

“Toys? What toys?”

“You know... adult toys” you said while avoiding his gaze, you felt a bit embarrassed for bringing this up so suddenly.

“Why are you suddenly” he giggled in embarrassment, you felt bad for putting him on the spot

“Sorry I was curious that’s all”

“it’s fine, I’ll tell you everything you want to know, no, I haven’t tried it” he said, his checks getting redder.

“I’m really into them so I was asking” you said, still avoiding his gaze

“you are? tell me more” he said, fascinated, smiling down at you

“nothing too kinky, I just like using vibrators, i had to keep myself entertained when you’re busy on schedules or on the other side of the world” you said as you took in a breath “.. and I was wondering if I could use it on you one day” you finally looked at him, to see wether it was a look of approval or not.

“On me?” He said, still smiling down on you, shoving a hair strand behind your ear.

“Yes like, I was wondering if I could give you a handjob and try my vibrator on your cock” you said “we don’t have to” you added. Taeyang sat silent with a slight pout; his usual thinking face. you could tell he was thinking about this.

“okay, I want to try” he said with a soft smile “now? really?” you asked and he nodded as he leaned back on the sofa; hand caressing your cheek, motioning you to kiss him, he let you lead the kiss, your hand still resting on his chest.

“let me get the toys yeah?” you broke the kiss, he nodded as you got up to the closet, taking out a box and placing it on the bed as you go through the toys inside, taking out a wand vibrator, Taeyangs eyes widened a bit while observing your actions from across the room, hands resting on his stomach, waiting for you to control him like a good boy.

You picked the bottle of lube from the drawer next to him and hopped on the bed, placing the items right beside you.

“alright, where did we stop?” you asked while smiling, Taeyang didn’t waste any time and leaned back in to kiss you. You straddled his thigh, your legs from each side of his thigh, your hand making it’s way from playing with his soft hair to roam his body, lifting his shirt off and throwing it on the floor, allowing you to touch his bare skin. Deepening the kiss, your fingers travel from his trimmed chest hair down to his happy trail, your hand rested above his waistband as your lips left his, leaving soft faint kisses on his neck, making him want more. You noticed his member was semi hard, as the outline of his member changed from a shy flaccid cock outline to a growing erection outline.

Your fingers played with his waistband as you gave him a devilish look.

“Stop teasing or I won’t last very long” he said in a deep, impatient voice

“you’ll last for as long as I tell you to, right?” you shot an innocent look at him, for some reason it made him even more turned on than before.

“Anything for you baby” he said in a deep voice.

Your lips locked with his once again, your tongue asking for entry to his mouth, hungrily but gently sucking on his bottom lip. As your hand went down to touch his growing member over his briefs, his kisses became wetter.

Your hand slowly jerked off his member through the thin fabric.

You wanted to see his growing erection, not just the outline of it, you wanted to see his plump head peeking out and the pre cum leaking out of his tip.

you slowly slid down his underwear, his length sprung up as you took them off.

“Lay back baby” you motioned as Taeyang sat back comfortably on your bed, you kneeled between his legs and spread them a bit more.

Your hand held his cock up very gently from his base as you pressed a butterfly kiss to his tip, earning a shy moan from him.

Moving from circling his tip with your tongue to licking his shaft slowly. After he was completely erect, you faced his now plump and big head, placing another kiss as you get up on your knees to take the bottle of lube.

Squeezing the product in your hand and on his dick, being careful to not mess the bed sheets.

Your thumb drew circles on his tip, your hand embraced his shaft, going up and down, feeling the veiny texture of his member. Your thumb slowly massaging the area between his balls and base.

You lifted yourself up again to bring the toy, making sure it’s lubed enough so the friction would be pleasant.

“alright, if at any time you want me to stop, go slower or faster, just tell me okay? I want to please you the best i can” you said and he nodded, giving you a sign to start this new experience.

Your hand embraced his cock from its base, keep it still as you placed the vibrator on spot that connects his head and shaft, going up and down.

“How is it?” You asked while pressing the vibrator to the same spot, earning a moan back as an answer, causing you to smile, that’s exactly the feedback that you wanted.

You then lowered down the vibrator wand to gently press on his swollen balls, as your other hand jerked his shaft and drew circles on his base every now and then.

At first it felt like Taeyang was stopping himself from being vocal, since he was unfamiliar with the feeling, but after getting over the initial shock, he wasn’t shy anymore and gave you whiny moans as feedback.

You then quickened the pace of your strokes, his dick slightly moving in your hand, his sounds hinting that he was close.

You decide to play with him a bit, just before he thought you’d jerk him off to finish, you let your hand loose, lowered the level of the vibrator on his balls.

His hands jumped almost immediately to his cock, but you pushed them away before he could grip on his aching cock.

“...why” he whined in frustration as his body squirmed.

It felt bad to tease him like that, after being such a good boy and let you experiment with him, but at the same time, you couldn’t resist it, and you knew it would make his orgasm even more intense.

“sssh.. ssh” you whispered gently as you put the vibrator on his shaft, on a higher level, earning a moan from him. Then you lowered the vibrator back to its previous position on his balls. Your other hand made its way to wrap around his cock, sensually massaging his tip, making eye contact with him as you spit on it, causing his body to squirm a little more. using your thumb to spread the liquid on his tip and pressing faint kisses on his shaft. Once again, you gripped his aching cock and jerked it fast, faster than before.

As he was getting out of breath you let your hand loose once again. Earning another whine from this good boy. This time his hips automatically raised up to thrust the air, needing something to finish him off but being the good boy he is he didn’t dare to touch himself, in fact, he liked that you have power on him, he liked to feel dominated by you.

As his head fell back once again, tears started forming at the corners of his eyes. At first you were slightly worried, but knowing your partner, if he wanted to stop he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you. Denying him two times is enough for this experience, after all, you don’t want to overwhelm him or make him cry in despair.

You ditched the vibrator, your hands going back to his cock making him squirm as you continue at a slower pace, not wanting to make him painfully sensitive.

After a few light strokes you quickened you pace, you wanted him to experience the best orgasm of his life, your hands worked faster and better than before on his shaft, while you softly pressed kisses to his balls, earning a train of moans.

His thighs were trembling

“please...please” he mumbled under his breath, his shaky voice have you goosebumps.

“You earned it” you reassured him, but he was too fucked out to listen to your words.

His dick twitched in your hand, at this point he stopped caring about the sounds he was making, as you continue to jerk him off on high speed, his hips jerk up as he let a loud grunt, a big load of white thick liquid splashed on your hands, the amount of liquid that spilled out of his pretty tip really seemed as if you emptied out his balls.

You wrapped your lips around his member, causing him to intensely squirm. You hungrily sucked the liquids off of his beautiful cock until his member was completely soft again.

You stepped out of bed, bringing tissues so you can get him cleaned up and any other possible mess.

“Wow.. I came a lot” he said shyly, cheeks flushed from the intense orgasm he just experienced.

“Does that mean you liked it?” you asked naively

“Yes” he chuckled and gave you a sweet eye smile. Almost out of energy, he pulled your body close to him, pulling you in his embrace, resting your bodies together

“You’re amazing” he said in adoration

“You’re amazing for letting me live my fantasies” you kissed the top of his head

“I love you” you murmured into the kiss

“I love you too” he said in a smile that made your heart melt.

[lupustella77]

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[skylinesnsunshines]

hello! can u please do a reading regarding taeyong's ideal type? and idk if u do nsfw content, but if u can also elaborate on that would be perfect. tysm, love ur work 💕

hi lovely! of course i can but unfortunately i don’t include nsfw in my readings cause i feel uncomfortable doing that without their consent. however, i will try my best to include as much i can :) requests are currently closed so keep an eye out when i’m gonna take requests again! 

DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)

decks used: modern witch tarot, archetype cards by caroline myss, heavenly bodies astrology, the wild unknown animal by kim krans, gods & titans, goddesses & sirens

(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)

TAEYONG’S IDEAL TYPE

PERSONALITY

4 of wands, ace of wands, knight of wands rx, queen of pentacles | poet, artist, dragonfly, oya: powerful, jizo: support, pisces: intimacy, intuition and compassion

with the 4 of wands taeyong wants someone who’s very altruistic, family-oriented and balanced, they’re the types to be well-known amongst their family and friend group to be the optimist since they love helping and being surrounded by their loved ones, they have an innate sense of stability and nothing completely “derails” them as they have a very strong sense of self. the ace of wands tells me taeyong wants someone who’s bold and pure-hearted, they have an innate sense of curiosity due to their different hobbies and ideas, since taeyong’s a leo moon with a gemini venus i do get the feeling he wants someone who’s more youthful appearance and maturity wise but are also independent and go after their goals. the knight of wands in reverse tells me taeyong finds people who are spontaneous and go-getters very attractive, since wands cards deal with the fire element (aries, leo, sagittarius) and taeyong got three of them he wants someone who’s a bit of a challenge and is determined with their pursuits, since his moon is in leo and moon deals with emotional satisfaction it’s unsurprising he wants someone to be able to match his level of passion as it’s the more intimate parts of himself. with the queen of pentacles on the bottom i do feel he wants someone who can take care and nurture others too just like himself, i also feel he wants someone who’s aware of their power but uses it for good to help other people, someone who also uses empathy as a strength is also very attractive to him i feel. 

with the poet card, someone who’s skilled with words is very attractive to taeyong since his venus and mars are ruled by mercury (gemini and virgo), taeyong could often express his love via words or even acts of service but i do feel communication is the most important trait to him in a relationship wether that’d be verbal or mental. the artist card tells me he wants someone who’s a creative as i can see him wanting to share his work with his partner and get feedback or possibly work together, i can also envision taeyong’s ideal type is someone who draws inspiration from pain and hardship and turn that into art which helps people. the dragonfly card describes someone who is naturally joyful and has a radiant light within that emits from them, his person can definitely be some sort of a serial optimist and is very bubbly especially when surrounded by people they’re comfortable with. with the oya card, he wants someone who doesn’t let any setback derail them from their goals, they pick themselves back up after a setback and will continue working towards making their goals a reality. the jizo card tells me taeyong wants someone who’s able to be his own support system, just like everyone taeyong sometimes doubts himself or his abilities especially due to his virgo mars being a perfectionist so he wants someone who’s able to reassure him and instil that confidence and belief in himself. the pisces card tells me taeyong wants a very cheesy and fairytale type of romance since venus is exalted in pisces, he wants someone who he can live out his dreams with.  

APPEARANCE

wheel of fortune, strength, 10 of wands rx, 10 of swords rx | healer, femme fatale, spider, the muses: inspiration, ra: power, taurus: trust, patience & sensuality

immediately all his cards tell me he wants someone with a very strong appearance, they could be conventionally attractive but they definitely have a certain feature that makes them stand out. the wheel of fortune is represented by the 4 fixed signs so taeyong might want someone with a distinctive/memorable voice (taurus rules throat, neck, vocal chords) or unique/eccentric hair (leos are known for having big hair like a lion) or a very intense/smoldering gaze (scorpios have that trademark deep gaze) or someone with an eccentric fashion sense (aquariuses are known to be very innovative) so just someone with one feature that captivates people. the strength is represented by leo so he might want someone who also is very leo-like and exhibits those qualities, it’s possible his ideal type’s personality is someone with a sense of duality to them as they either seem very intimidating at first but are super soft or vice versa, since taeyong’s moon is in leo i do feel he wants someone who is able to command a room without having to do much. the 10 of wands and 10 of swords both being in reverse basically reiterates my points, but i do feel he wants someone with duality, sharp features and a unique face, i do gravitate more towards someone who’s very intimidating looking and people wouldn’t really wanna mess with them, i think his person uses a lot of monochrome colours but they also occasionally use statement colours like red. his person could also have a very strong physique as the strength card and both of the 10s talk about someone of that nature. 

the healer card tells me that those who look past their initial bias of his person finds their presence very healing, i definitely get the feeling that his person’s a very kind individual inside but a lot of people have preconceived notions due to their external appearance. with the femme fatale this person’s very sensual and knows they are, they could purposely use this trait if they want to but i do feel that a lot of the attention they get isn’t on purpose as they just naturally have a very magnetic aura. with the spider card for appearance i feel his ideal type’s appearance is someone who’s very eccentric, basically reiterates my point about some people being intimidated by them but i do get the feeling his person is someone who’s quite graceful. the muses tell me that taeyong might want someone with multiple different aesthetics, they’re a bit like a chameleon and don’t follow one type of trend since they make their own by drawing inspiration from multiple sources. with the ra card, this person is someone who’s aura is very strong and people have an immediate reaction towards them wether it’d be positive or negative, since ra is the god of the sun, order, kings and the sky i do believe taeyong wants someone with a commanding presence and is attracted to someone who others seem is “unattainable”. the taurus card reiterates my points from the femme fatale card earlier, i do think his ideal type is someone with a high level of sensuality since taurus’ ruler is venus, since taurus’ sister sign is scorpio he definitely would want someone who’s quite private and a bit of an enigma. 

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[qbanalras]

Hey, a follower here. I was not aware how important is feedback to you. I really like your art, posts, ideas... wether they are from a fandom or original, I personally consider you a great storyteller and creator and every time I enter your blog, I make sure to leave a like. When I read your post I can’t help but feel like, I as a follower getting good quality content for free, failed. I’m very shy, and English is not my first language, so i don’t usually engage more than a like because of 1/2

Thank you for understanding.

Doing art is difficult. And as much as I would love making it my part time job, seeing how people react at my hard work just tells me « you’re worthless, even your "best" is not enough, you’re just wasting your time, stop dreaming about it and just go. do. something. real »

And this hurts a lot. I share my art in which I put a lot of efforts, a lot of thoughts, time and feelings... and people just tell me it’s worthless...

In my life I learned a good lesson: even if hate can hurt you, passiveness/indifference hurts you much more. Will word of a bully hurt you? Yes. But your friend staying near you and just looking, without a single emotion on their face, at you being bullied or doing your best will hurt more. You feel worthless.

That’s how I feel. It makes me wanna stop drawing. Delete this block. And wish you all good luck in ever seeing my art again.

I’m glad that some people could understand it.

[russellsppttemplates]

Four-Paw Wingwoman (Mick Schumacher)

Note: english is not my first language

This was going somewhere in the beginning and then I didn't like it so I added a few more things

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: cooking accident (mentions of finger cut, blood)

When Mick decided to invite you for a date, he thought that staying at his place would be a safe plan where you wouldn't get unwanted attention from fans and media. He was grateful for them, knowing he wouldn't be able to drive for a living if he didn't have all that attention, but he also wanted you to be comfortable and at ease in his presence. So that's how you ended up at his door on a Tuesday late afternoon, "Y/N, so glad you could make it. Come in, come in", he ushered you in, "get yourself comfortable in the living room just there, I'll bring some drinks and food for us" he said guiding you to the room.

You had sat down on the sofa for no longer than two minutes when you heard some patter on the wooden floor, not having enough time to think about it until a big ball of fur jumped on your lap, offering licks to your face. Petting what you now recognised as a dog, you interacted with the dog, giggling everytime she rolled on your legs or asked for more pets, "Aren't you gorgeous? Look at all this fluffy fur you have!", you beamed as Mick was entering the living room, "Oh Angie, no, get down, please", he said calmly. Looking at your and seeing you enjoyment of the situation, he didn't feel too worried about his dog's sudden appearance or persistence in staying in your lap, "she's usually good with guests and she was sleeping in the other room, she must've have been able to open the door", Mick said watching you both, "It's okay, she heard there was a gathering and wanted to join, didn't you?", you said as you kept petting her belly, "that's Angie, I've had her since 2015", he commented, "she's lovely, look at her!", you said as Angie got down and sat by the blond man's feet, her head nudging his hand for more pets.

After sharing some drinks and snacks, Mick looked at his watch to find out how it was approaching dinner time, "Would you like to stay for dinner? My mom would be really mad if she knew that I didn't invite you to stay", Mick began, "I promise I'm a decent cook", earning a giggle from you, "I don't want to overstay my welcome", you expressed, "only if you're sure", secretly hoping you'd get to stay as you were enjoying you time with Mick. He was attentive, always asking about you and your interests, letting you ramble on about your interest in the books you have been reading and in what you were studying, not interrupting you a single time, but also sharing some of his stories, wether they were about his job or about his family. "Nonsense, you're staying for dinner", Mick smiled as you helped him bring the tray back to the kitchen and get started on dinner. "I have planned meals for the weekdays, but I can change them for you if you don't like it so... does salmon with rice and vegetables sound good?", he looked for your agreement before the both of you started cooking. You were chopping some vegetables while you were talking when your finger got caught between the knife and the broccoli resulting in a tiny cut on your finger, "and then we were go- Shoot", you said grabbing a paper towell and pressing on your finger, "sorry Mick, there's blood on the board", you cringed as the man rushed to your side after wiping his hands that had been seasoning the fish on a kitchen towell, "are you okay?", he worried as he inspected your finger, "I think it looks worse than it is", you nodded to the blood on the board, "can I have a band-aid, please?". The driver made his way out of the kitchen and returned after a brief moment with a first aid kit in hand, opening it on the kitchen island and grabbing some cotton to soak in the solution, grabbing your finger, "are you sure okay?", as he dabbed the cut, he knew it was a simple cut and in a few days it would seem like nothing happened but he couldn't help but feel guilty that you did cut yourself, "I'm good, thanks Mick. And I'm sorry for ruining that bit of dinner and your board. Thank you". Grabbing a band-aid, he placed it on your finger with utmost gentleness, "No need to apologise. I'm sorry you got cut, there, all good", he said as he smiled back at you, "I'm just clumsy, that's what that is", you carried on as you cleaned up and finished preparing the food. When all that was left to do was wait for the food to cook in the pots and the oven, you and Mick set the table, "where do you keep your cups?", you asked from the kitchen, "Top left corner", Mick answered as you heard the cutlery clinking on the table. When you opened the cupboard looking for two cups, you realised that top corner meant the last shelf of the unit and after a few attempts to try and reach it, you realised that with your height you would either not get anything or end up knocking things over. As you were heading to the table so you could ask Mick for help, he decided to check on you after he hadn't heard you for a bit, "I'm too short for your shelves, I tried reaching the ones closer to the edge but I didn't want to ruin anymore of your things", you blushed at your admission as he went to the cupboard and easily grabbed what was left on the table, "thank you". Helping Mick bring the tray from the oven and the pots to the table, he served the both of you before you fell into comfortable conversation. You had spent some time with Mick before despite this being the first time that it was just the two of you, and since you got to his place, conversation had flowed easily, laughs in the mixture and just a good sense of belonging.

The week after, as you were leaving work, you took notice of the warm breeze outside, wanting nothing more than to change into comfortable clothing and go for a walk in the park near your place. Maybe showing some initiative would be good, so you grabbed your phone and texted Mick, asking if he wanted to join you. Hearing your phone beep, you waited until you got home to read his reply, confirming that he would be there and asking wether it was a dog friendly park as he hoped to bring Angie for a walk too. After agreeing in the meet up time and directions, you put on some legings and an a t-shirt, grabbing a hoodie as you knew the temperatures could drop, and then heading to the spot you had told Mick. You got out of your car when you saw Mick's parking next to yours, greeting you as he opened the boot for Angie to get out, "Hey, how are you?", he said as he put the leash on, "Hey Mick", you hugged him, "good, we can go through here, there's a juice bar for drinks and then there's a little more secluded part where you can let her run a bit if you want to", you suggested as the Australian Shepherd licked your hands. Grabbing something to drink for the both of you, managing to pay for them and letting Mick promise he was in charge of the next date, you headed to a part of the park where there was a giant bit with grass and flowers and a few benches where you could sit whilst Angie ran around.

"So, how did it feel getting your first points? I can congratulate you now in person", you asked, referring to the previous weekend at Silverstone where the driver finished in 8th place. You had watched the race at home, trying to grow your knowledge on the sport and supporting him, managing to sneak a message to him congratulating him and definitely not expecting the quick reply he gave you, assuming he had so many messages and would probably loose yours in the middle of them all. "Yeah, it felt amazing. We worked a lot for it, the team stayed up late that night so we could have the best car possible and at the end we got there! It was incredible, all the overtakes and the pace was also really good and we managed to do it... Thank you for you message, it meant a lot to me", he smiled shyly, "I have a few photos if you want to see", he grabbed his phone and waved it, not sure if you were interested in it. "Ooh I love photos, I'm the one who is always taking pictures of things, I just like the idea that you can have a memory physically present forever", you mused, looking at his phone screen. He scrolled though his gallery, showing you different moments that no fan page or media communication service could have shown you, pictures of his engineers and strategists biting their nails nervously at his position, toasting to his first points, different people showering him in champagne until a picture of who you recognised as his mum and sister standing proudly on either side of him showed up, an enormous (and gorgeous) smile on his lips forming straight away. "That's my mum and Gina, my sister. They're weren't going to come see the race originally but then they decided to come and it was really special", he almost whispered, "I imagine! Look how proud they are of you", you pointed to a picture where you could see his mum's glossy eyes and his sister hugging her side as they both watched him get interviewed, then a photo of Sebastian Vettell hugging him and many other drivers congratulating him, the photos making up a digital portfolio to remind him of an important moment on his F1 career.

Angie then came to you, panting after running around some brave birds that dared stop next to her, only to fly away after being chased by her, "Are you thirsty, Angie?", Mick said grabbing a portable water bottle that could be converted into a bowl for her, letting her rehydrate. After filling up, she went to Mick's backpack and nudged her nose in one of the outside compartments with enough strength to make a tennis ball drop, grabbing it between her teeth and placing it on your hand, "You want us to play with you?", getting up and throwing the ball before running to the grass as she chased both you and Mick, who took turns in throwing to ball to eachother and then feeling sorry for Angie, tolling the balm back to her. You must have stayed like that for a really long time as you only noticed how late it was when the sun was nearly disappearing in the sky. "I had a really good time today, thank you for coming", you offered him a smile, "So did we, it's been awhile since Angie has had a new place to visit! And I enjoyed your company a lot too, we should do this more often", he forwarded, taking his chances in showing how much he appreciated spending time with you. It was easy to be with you, he felt like he was Mick and, most importantly, that you saw him without his surname attached to him like some prize, showing genuine interest and concern about him. "Yeah, maybe we can make this a weekly thing. This one seemed to enjoy it too, and I really liked having you here, I visit this park a lot on my own so now that I have a different experience it might jinx my opinion on coming here on my own", you chuckled as you reached the cars, stretching your hand so Mick could grab Angie's leash, his fingers grazing yours and sending a chill up your spine.

"Knew I shouldn't have told Gina about Y/N, now you know too!", Mick muttered into his phone, his mother on the other end of the line asking him why he had to learn about his recent daring life updates from her daughter, "We're just going to a garden exhibition in town that she wanted to go to, and Gina helped me with the tickets, that's all. No, mama, we're just friends. I met her a few months ago and we've been on a few dates, nothing more", proceeding to explain to his overly excited mother that meeting you the next time she was in town would not be a 'lovely mother in law/daughter in law' moment as she had put it, "we're taking things slowly, okay? I've got to go, I don't want to keep her waiting and tell Gina to not ask me how it went because I'm sure she'll tell you right away, and that snitches get stitches too", bidding her goodbye and making a mental note to never tell his sister anything he didn't tell his mum. Grabbing his keys and scratching Angie's head goodbye, he headed out making his way to your place.

The cloudy sky prompted you to put on a flowy pair of black pants and a t-shirt, holding a cardigan on your arm as you waited for Mick, and hearing an engine stop outside you closed the door and locked up, heading to greet him. "Hey you", you placed a kiss on his cheek, a little bit closer to his mouth, "Hi, you look gorgeous, as always", he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. The last few dates you had been on had been amazing, a nice walk around town on a weekday and lovely dinner that was about to end with a kiss if the cute little boy hadn't come to Mick, grabbing his jeans and asking for a photo and autograph as he had decided to kiss you, leaning in when he heard a little shriek followed by his name. So you were both hanging on this tightrope, knowing that there was something more there but not finding the moment for it, "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself. So, do I get to know now where we are heading?", you asked, curious about this surprise he was keeping from you. As he opened the passenger door for you and then got in the driver's seat he replied, "you'll see when we get there, for now, just enjoy the view" as you drove through town, the turns and corners not yet making it clear where you were heading, until the last turn into a car park, a sign showing the exhibition you briefly mentioned that you'd like to go see. "Last week you said you wanted to come here and I thought that today would be a nice day to come here", Mick said, flashing you one of his amazing smiles, earning him a big hug once you were out of the car, "thank you thank you, I love it", you beamed. The exhibition was beautiful, everything beyond what you had expected, you and Mick pointing out many different shapes and colours of flowers to eachother. But the colour on the sky was not one you liked to see. Suddenly it started raining heavily with no sign of slowing down, prompting the staff to tell everyone that the exhibition would close and that the tickets would be valid for any other day. You and Mick ran back to his car, shielded by his black puffer and your cardigan, and as soon as you got inside, you both laughed, "Just our luck, hm? Are you good?", he questioned as he turned the heating on, "My top is a bit wet from the first rain, and my feet too, but I'm good. You look little bit worse for wear no?", noticing how his top was clinging to his body (showing all the muscles under it) and his jeans dark from the rain too, "yeah, I'm a bit cold. Maybe we can go to my place and warm up?", he suggested, "I can take you home too if you want". Smiling at him, "You're not getting rid of me that easily", making him smile and head home. When you got in, you were greeted by Angie, licking away and jumping excitedly at your presence, "I swear she is more excited to see you than to see me, and I'm the one who gives her food", he teased the dog that didn't seem to be fazed by it, instead going to grab a soft toy for you to play with her, "do you mind if I go change quickly?", he questioned, "No, no problem. When you come down, do you have a hoodie or something that I can borrow, please?", referring to the t-shirt you were wearing that was starting to dry on your body the feeling not comfortable in the slightest, "Absolutely, yeah. Make yourself at home, I'll take 5 minutes". True to his word, he came downstairs quickly and holding a black hoodie, "I'm going to go to the bathroom and change then, thanks", you said as you went to change, appreciating how it smelled like him and how it felt soft against your skin.

You found Mick in the kitchen, preparing some hot drinks and two cake slices in a tray, "Can you help me bring this to the living room, please?, he said, not before gulping at the sight of you engulfed in his clothing, looking cute as ever. When you crossed the corner to the living room, Angie was sitting in one of the corners of the sofa, insisting that she occupies a corner of the sofa, "You're not letting me have this, are you?", Mick acknowledged as he scratched her head, "It's fine, I can sit next to her, not sure if I'll share my cake with you, little lady", you teased her. Mick sat next to you and you warmed up from the food he had brought while you decided on a movie to watch on the TV, leaning back so you could get comfortable. Sensing Mick's intention on looping his arm behind you, you facilitated his job and you snuggled into him, feeling shy after such a confident movement, but fortunately for you, Mick seemed to enjoy it as he cuddled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead, grabbing your hand in his. The movie was not bad, but your attention kept drifting to how things felt when you were with Mick, it was comfortable, he made you happy, confident even. So when you felt his eyes on you, darting to your lips and back to your eyes, it felt natural to place your lips on his, letting go of his hand and placing it on his cheek as you shared your first kiss. Your foreheads touched and you both chuckled breathlessly, "I've been wanting to do that for a long time", he said, opening his blue eyes and looking at you, noticing how you had yours lips pressed, "me too", you whispered before a very excited dog got in the middle of you, wagging her tail as she got her humans together.