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kyeomyun · 30 days

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pairings: dad!jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF :((

warnings: none... you might lowkey go through baby fever :)

word count: 0.8k

synopsis: jeonghan would do literally anything to stop his baby from crying, even if it included being dolled up.

::note: WELL- yes ik now those jewels on jeonghan hair are indeed stickers and not hairclips but YK WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. also hello strangers :). it's been a fat minute since I have actually written something down so if this seems a little dry... just know I haven't written anything since august 🧍🏾‍♀️but i do hope you enjoy this absolute brain rot I wrote last night at 2 in the morning 😍

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If there was one thing Jeonghan absolutely despised, with his whole entire being, it would be seeing someone who he holds, oh so dearly to his heart, cry.

He knows crying is a trigger for intense emotion, don't get him wrong, he knows very well it was common with toddlers. Including his. But that does not eliminate the huge tear he feels in his chest when the salty crystalline drops roll down his wife or his daughter's cheeks.

And he would do about everything (except cook the pot roast dinner that you LOVE that takes almost 5 hours to make and Jeonghan could not, for the life of him, stand on his two increasingly aging feet for more than 2), to make his loved ones stop crying. Even if that included doing something he thought he would not fit..

"Almost done, darling?" Jeonghan asked softly, careful not to make the tire of his voice get the best of his tone.

It was 2 AM, and his daughter, Yoon, had a rude awakening with cold sweat and vivid memories of a nightmare that she did not want have the guts to relive with her father. Which the father could understand, reliving a nightmare is not fun at all and he did not want to force that scenario onto his precious girl.

"Nu-uh," She clipped another hair clip onto Jeonghan long hair, humming in approval watching her masterpiece come to life in front of her eyes. "You said I can put a lot, daddy!" She pouted, hands flowing through the overload of bows: baby pinks, baby blues, even ones with sparkles and stars dazzled upon the long strands of freshly washed hair. Messy? Yes. Did Jeonghan care? Just a little tiny bit. "I have to make you really, really, really, pretty!"

"I did say that, did I?" Jeonghan said that more to himself, his words playing back on him tremendously. His eyes were drooping, fighting back the wondrous dreamland he was in before he was awoken by a frightened 4 year old. As much as his body wanted to shut down, his mind was stuck on one thing and one thing only.

Well maybe 2.

How long will it take to take these hairclips out and how is his miniature him doing?

"Mhm!" She clipped glittery pink hairclip on a randomly selected portion of her father's hair. "But at least daddy will look extra, extra pretty!"

Jeonghan butt was staring to numb, sitting on the carpeted floor of his daughter's room criss-crossed and Yoon standing up behind him with the next 2 hairclips awaiting their home on his head. But his heart filled rapidly, an intense feeling he has always had at moments like these. Ever since Yoon was born, this feeling was almost... unexplainable. Too immense to be just happiness and too extreme to be just love. It could be a mix of both but those 2 words are just not enough. No words could ever be.

Oh, he is down bad...

The smile that stretched upon his poorly chapped lips was one worth describing though; a smile that held so much value, love, adoration, did he think love?

"One more, daddy!" Yoon announced enthusiastically, a pretty baby blue butterfly, clipped on a strand near the front of Jeonghan head. A small giggle was heard as the little girl admired her work, grabbing ahold of the mirror and giving it to her pretty caregiver. "Is it pretty?"

Jeonghan took the mirror, its weight light but enough to slightly tilt his hand a bit. This motion was able to show the awaiting face of his daughter, who too stared into the mirror and tried to read her father's face. But he obviously had his answer.

But he still pretended to contemplate, his pointer finger tapping his chin in wonder. "It's not pretty,"

That cute pout adorned her lips again, her fragile heart clenching painfully. "You... don't like it? I thought–"

"It's beautiful, baby," Jeonghan looked behind him, and nothing, absolutely nothing, could match the cuteness of seeing his other half, his small angel, puffy cheeks bunch with joy. A smile that could kill many, Jeonghan being one of millions. Billions.

"Yay!" The excitement was barely contained in her small body, slightly bouncing in her place she stood in for almost 30 minutes before her stubby arms wrapped around the neck of her father. "Do you think uncles will be jealous?"

"Very," Jeonghan stared back in the mirror, his smiling bundle of joy warming his heart to the greatest. "Very, very jealous."

A kiss was planted on his cheek, and now he was conflicted about what his members will actually be jealous about.

His marvelous creation on his head, hairclips and bows that were placed in no particular pattern, or the creator, that shined her crooked teeth and eyes shining just as bright as she went back to slightly messing with the butterfly hairclip that hung just barely in his peripheral.

Ok, definitely the creator.

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if you did, please reblog, like, (pls) comment, all of that jazz :>

have a good day, sweets ^^

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twisted-lover-boys · 1 year

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Hello i hope you don't mind! I love your works sm! May i request the dorm leaders with male s/o that have a mouth scar like this, s/o doesn't actually mind showing them (which usually they hide it with a facemask) but actually a bit insecure about it because how dorm leader will react (maybe make the reader somehow accepted in pomiefore dorm?? The reader going to be shocked af lmao), please ignore this if it's against the rule or anything, thank you! Jave a great day/night! :^)

With A Boyfriend Who Has A Mouth Scar

{not proof-read}

This is adorable!!! It reminds me of Katakuri from one piece!

For the mask, I just envisioned Blade’s Crystal Awakening mask…if y’all even know what Nu Carnival is lol…

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Riddle met you during the entrance ceremony his first year. You were a first year, just like him, but he found himself staring at you for a while. He doesn’t know if it was because you were handsome, or the mask you wore over your mouth

When you went up to the mirror and it announced you into Pomefiore, you looked shocked. Well, it’s most likely that you were hoping for a different dorm but there’s not much you can do

You and Riddle ended up having many classes together so your friendship just started naturally

Of course, he couldn’t ignore the beating of his heart for you and confessed just before the end of your first year. Even now, you’re still as close as ever

Riddle learned that you weren’t very fond of lip kisses and, even then, you seemed to like wearing your mask when out and about. Still, that didn’t deter him from placing them on your cheeks or hands

At some point, Riddle had made his way over to Pomefiore to see you, making this date well known before hand. He knocked gently on your door before letting himself in and seeing you without your mask. The corners of your lips formed upwards in a scar-like smile pattern

As soon as you noticed him, you quickly scrambled, trying to find your mask and covering your mouth with your hands, shouting apologies which Riddle didn’t think was necessary

He slowly walked up to you and gently placed his hands over your own, slowly removing them from your mouth. He was silent for a while, before placing a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips

“You’re so handsome.”

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Leona was in his second year when he first met you at the ceremony. You were the only person he found interesting but it was probably because of the mask you wore over your mouth

He groaned internally when you were assigned to Pomefiore since he didn’t really like those students, but he didn’t miss the look of surprise on your face. Guess you weren’t expecting it either…

Leona didn’t really expect to see you again, but you actually joined the same club as him. He was immediately fond of your more aggressive nature. You stood out amongst the other Pomefiore students, and he liked that

Leona is very straightforward so it was only a matter of time before he confessed his feelings for you. Even in your third years well, Leona’s second third year, you’re still just as close

Leona isn’t very showy when it comes to affection so he does it whenever he wants. He respects your wishes on not wanting any lip kisses but you don’t get a free pass for anywhere else

Leona had made its way over to Pomefiore suddenly solely because he wanted to see you and got tired of waiting for you. He didn’t even bother on knocking as he just barged into your room and saw you without your mask. The corners of your mouth were curved in a scarred smile

You immediately started scrambling around your room, looking for your mask and covering your mouth with your hands while shouting apologies even though nothing was your fault

Leona swiftly made his way over to you, took both your hands in one of his and placed his over on your shoulder before kissing you on your lips

“Stop scrambling. You look handsome to me.”

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Azul, during his first year ceremony, was looking for future business opportunities and you just happened to be in his line of sight. What really drew him to you was the mask you wore over your mouth

He noticed that you looked shocked when you were accepted into Pomefiore, but he was more worried about how hard you’d be to reach since you’re in said dorm

Luckily, you ended up having some classes together so he was able to get close to you. What he didn’t expect was for him to form a friendship with you

Azul had planned his confession to you out perfectly but it just ended up happening thanks to the tweels and their erratic behavior and need for chaos

Azul craves affection, both giving and receiving, so he’s very open about it. He’s upset that you’re not a big fan of lip kisses, but he cares about your comfort so he respects your wishes

One day, he had informed you that he was coming over to Pomefiore for the selfish reason of wanting to see you. He knocked on your door, announcing his arrival, before noticing that you didn’t have your mask on. Your lips were scarred and curved up to your cheeks

You quickly scrambled, looking for your mask while also covering your face with your hands, spouting out apology after apology towards him

Azul would’ve waited for you to compose yourself, but he slowly walked up to you and gently removed your hands from your mouth, but not before placing a sweet kiss on your lips

“You’re so handsome, angelfish. Please don’t hide.”

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Kalim met you during his first year at NRC. He was excited to make new friends, especially ones that would be in his dorm. He hoped you would be one since he was very curious about you, your mask included

He was a little upset that you ended up in Pomefiore and not Scarabia but you looked shocked yourself. Maybe you wanted a different dorm?

We was happy that you shared many classes together. That means he’s able to make friends with you! And he did so very quickly

Kalim is a very blunt man so it was only a matter of time before he confessed how he truly felt for you

Kalim is a very affectionate man as well and loves to show you how much he loves you physically. Although he’s upset that you’re not comfortable with lip kisses, it doesn’t deter him in the slightest

Kalim had wanted to see you so he decided to take his magic carpet for a ride over to Pomefiore to surprise you! He didn’t think twice before barging into your room from your large bedroom window until he saw you without your mask. The corners of your lips were scarred and they formed a smile against your cheeks

You started scrambling, looking for your mask while he jumped off his magic carpet. He didn’t really comprehend the apologies you were spouting in your wake

He quickly took your face in his hands and placed a big, and kind of sloppy, kiss on your lips

“Please don’t hide your face! You’re handsome!”

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Vil met you his first year. He was focused on the looks of other future students in their ceremonial robes, but you caught his eye. Your robes were neat and you held an air of composure, but you covered you face with a mask

He was surprised when you both ended up in the same dorm together but at least he would be able to know more about you

You were very different from many Pomefiore students. You were rough and sharp-tongued but always managed to make yourself look presentable. It’s a wonder how Vil managed to form a friendship with you

Actually, Vil is emotionally passionate and, although it may come off as snarky, is very open about his feelings and that included the ones he felt towards you

Vil doesn’t mind physical affection but he’d much rather do such actions in private so he respects the fact that you’re not comfortable with lip kisses at the moment

It was an early morning when Vil came knocking on your door for mandatory dorm breakfast. He let himself in after not hearing a response after a while and was greeted to your unmasked face. The scars on your cheeks makes a faux smile connected to your lips

As soon as you noticed him, you started scrambling around your room, looking for your mask and covering your mouth in the process

Vil didn’t care about the apologies spilling from your mouth or the makeup she had applied on only hours before as he gently took your head in his hands and gently kissed you

“Stop blubbering, sweet potato. You’re handsome just the way you are.”

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Idia knew that the entrance ceremony was mandatory but he really wishes it wasn’t. He was surrounded by intimidating people, including you. You were mysterious and held yourself high, but you covered half of your face with a mask

He was sort of relieved that you didn’t end up in the same dorm together but he didn’t miss that far-off, shocked look on your face. Maybe you really didn’t want Pomefiore…

He had hardly any time to think about it as he started seeing you more and more during his classes. That’s when he started learning more about you. It even went as far as him inviting you over to his room to okay games together

Idia is a very reserved person so he wasn’t open with his feelings for a while so the only way he’d ever confess was by accident or because of Ortho. Nonetheless, it happened and no one knows how

Idia isn’t a very physically affectionate person so he’s absolutely fine with having few PDA interactions and it’s totally chill with you not wanting lip kisses

Idia doesn’t know how he ended up being persuaded into going to Pomefiore to see you but, here he was, standing in front of your door, contemplating whether he should knock or just enter. He decided the latter and immediately saw you, mask-less. The scars on your face formed a smile on your cheeks that connected to your lips

You jumped at his entrance and immediately started fidgeting around for your mask, too shocked to try and cover your face from him or say anything to him

Idia, in a burst of confidence, ran over to you, grabbed your face, and kissed you rather roughly

“You’re so handsome!..Ah! Sorry!!”

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Malleus was the center of attention during his first year entrance ceremony, and not in the good way. He didn’t really mind, finding comfort in looking at the students who would end up being his peers but he stopped when his eyes landed on you. Although half of your face was covered, he was already curious about you

He was a little disappointed that you ended up in Pomefiore and not Diasomnia but there really wasn’t much that could be done about it. Your shocked and far-off look, however, was not missed from the fae

He was shocked that you both had many classes together and that you even bothered to try and become friends with him. Spoiler: it succeeded

Malleus, like any fae, shows his affection via courting so while it did take some time to fully get the message across, it somehow did make its way over to you. Spoiler again: it worked

Malleus is a very affectionate fae and shows it in various ways, physically being one of them. While he is a little upset that he can’t give you kisses on your lips, he cares more about your comfort and is still content that he can just be sweet with you

Malleus has a weird way of going from one place to another…teleportation. He just decided to pop into your room because he wanted to see you but was not expecting to see you without your mask. The corners of your lips were connected to scars that spanned your entire cheek, making it look like a crooked smile

You immediately hid your mouth with your hands while apologizing that he had to see something like that

He didn’t even bother to listen to your ramblings as, to him, they didn’t matter. He gently removed your hands from your mouth, staring just a little bit longer before bringing you close for a passionate, yet chaste kiss

“Please don’t hide your face from me, my beloved. You’re handsome just as you are.”

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breakfastteatime · 3 months

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Greez has been disappearing into his cabin a lot lately. Whenever the ship is safely in hyperspace, autopilot engaged, Greez makes sure everyone has what they need in terms of food and drink and then just... disappears.

"Is it something we said?" Cal asks.

"No," Cere reassures him after a sip of her tea.

BD asks if it's because he accidentally tracked bogling droppings into the ship.

"No," Cere says without looking up from her datapad.

Cal and BD share a look. Both shrug.

"Do you know why he's disappearing?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You gonna tell us?"

"Nu uh."

"Thanks, Cere, that's real informative. Glad we had this conversation."

"You'll find out soon enough," she says. "Some things are worth waiting for."

The next morning, Cal awakens when something is shoved onto his head. Arms flailing, brain somewhere between a dream and reality, he finds Greez grinning and BD scanning at his bedside.

"Suits him, don't ya think?"

BD whoops and wags.

Cal reaches up and grabs what's on his head. A rush of emotions go through him, chief among them determination. I will teach this kid self-preservation if it's the last damn thing I do. It's a knitted hat, the blue and orange wool matching his poncho. He stares at Greez. "You made this?"

"Eh, my great-grandma taught me more than you know. No more running around ice planets without that hat, understood?"

Eyes wide, throat aching from the effort of not crying, Cal nods. "Understood." Somehow, his voice doesn't crack.

#it's really cold here #and i forgot to take my beanie to the pool the other day #walking around with soaking wet hair was not fun #but inspiring!#and i replayed ilum recently and SERIOUSLY why does Cal NEVER GET TO WEAR A HAT?!#star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #greez dritus #bd 1 #cere junda

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 1 year

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Wes lookin' like Neo in The Matrix

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#Wes got me wanting to down the entire bottle of red pills for my a-WES-ening (i just shoved his name into the word awakening fyi)#all I wanna know is if Wes is also hiding a leather suspenders + gun holster combo under that trench coat.#and can he dodge the slow motion bullet? now I wanna go watch the matrix and imagine Wes in it.#Wes Borland #Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Black Light Burns #down the rabbit hole

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jungle-angel · 3 months

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The One With The Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Something happens at a Friday night rager but Rhett and his frat brothers decide they're not gonna get mad.....they're gonna get even

Warnings: Sexual harassment, grabbing of a boob, frat boy revenge etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman

The Delta Tau Epsilon house was alive with the booming of music, the hollers and shouts of the drunken college students filling every corner of the house and the shenanigans that had followed them there.

The basement was no less than noisy with everybody packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing to the 70s, 80s, 90s and Early 2000s throwback music that boomed from the speakers. Beer and drinks spilled from red solo cups and onto unsuspecting freshman while a few sang along noisily to Sly And The Family Stone's "Thank You" and showing off their best disco moves.

You were behind the bar in the basement helping Cairo make everyone's drinks and enjoying the shenanigans yourself.

"I swear to Jesus, if Kyle ends up emptying the whole keg I'm gonna have to cut him off," Cairo remarked.

"Cai c'mon they're a bunch of drunken frat boys, what else are they gonna do?" you laughed.

"Oh I'll tell ya'll what I'm gonna do," he answered, laughing a little and snapping his fingers. "Imma come up into his room with a garbage can lid and give him the rudest awakening of his life!"

You laughed as you cracked open a Long Drink and filled a red solo cup with it, handing it off to one of the football players.

"Need a refill!" Foster teased, slamming his cup onto the bar.

"Sorry Babes, bar's closed!" Cairo joked.

"It's not even midnight!"

The two of them bickered back and forth as more barflies began to make their way over. You laughed when you had to spray one of the Iota Nu boys with the keg nozzle to shoo him away, the others around you laughing in return.

"Hey pretty thing,"

You turned around thinking it was Rhett but no. To your horror it was Smithfield Green, the leader of the notorious Alpha Beta fraternity. You felt your heart jump into your chest and your throat going dry when you saw him.

"Sorry Smitty, bar's closed," you told him.

"Not by the looks of it around here," he sniffed. "Don't suppose you wanna get outta here and I could show you a really good time?"

"No thanks, I'm all set."

"Oh c'mon you know you wanna....."

You yelped a little when he tried to grab your boob which quickly caught Cairo's attention. "Hey!" he shouted. "The fuck do you think you are?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Smitty retorted.

"I fuckin asked you first."

"Think you're so tough there huh?" Smitty questioned. "You sound like a fuckin girl."

"I might sound like a girl but I could easily have you on the ground and your balls dangling from the bumper of my car," Cairo hissed.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Eat me pervert," Cairo sneered. "And if I ever catch you trying to touch (y/n) ever again, that just might happen."

Smitty laughed and sauntered away with Cairo flipping him off behind his back. "You ok hon?" he asked.

You nodded, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I think I need to go get some air for a minute," you told him.

"Go get some air, I'll finish up here," Cairo assured you, giving you a hug.

He waited until you disappeared before waving and snapping his fingers, motioning for Foster to come over to the bar.

"Yo what's up?" Foster asked him.

"Smitty tried to pull a fast one on the First Lady," Cairo answered.

"Are you fuckin serious?!" Foster exclaimed.

"No, I'm not......chain call, now!"

Foster nodded, slapping his palm on the bar before heading up the basement stairs to find someone to start the chain call. He quickly wrote down what had happened on a sticky note so that word wouldn't change going up, finding Bo and Kyle in the little room off the basement bar room, engaging in a rather intense game of Cards Against Humanity with a few other freshmen.

"Yo we've got a Code Red boys," Foster told them.

"Sup?" Bo asked.

Foster showed him the note and the two were off to find the next person. The message traveled to Ravi Sharma who then handed it off to two of the new pledges and then to Sammy Inoue. Up and up and up the chain it went until Rowdy Collins, the football team's new kicker, raced up the stairs to hand it off to Kayce.

"Kayce!" he announced, pounding on the door.

Kayce opened the door, zipping up his jeans. "Bro what the fuck?"

"We've got a Code Red, go get Rhett."

"What's the Code Red?"

Rowdy showed him the neon green sticky note that had been passed around. Kayce's eyes went wide, his jaw slack with shock. "You fuckin serious?"

"She's outside in the backyard," Rowdy explained.

Kayce hurried off to Rhett's room down the hall and pounded on the door. "Bro you're never gonna believe this," Kayce told him when he opened the door.

"What? Did somebody get beer up their nose again?" Rhett asked him.

"No it's (y/n)," Kayce answered, showing him the note.

Rhett read the message, his eyes going wide. "Where is she?"

"Out back."

Rhett hurried his way through the chaos of the rager with Kayce close behind him. The night air was still just a little bit chilly as he sat down beside you, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you told him. "Just a little shaken that's all."

Rhett kissed the side of your head again, holding you as he kept his lips pressed to that spot. "It'll be ok darlin," he assured you. "Ain't nobody ever gonna do that ever again."

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The clang of the old ship's bell in the kitchen roused everyone in the house from their sleep, the house's residents clambering down the stairs, some still in their shorts, others in their mismatched pjs or a few still in their clothes from the night before. All of them lined right up and stood straight at attention as Rhett strode silently up and down the line.

"Alright boys," he announced. "Last night, it seems there was a little incident regarding the First Lady. Anybody recall what happened?"

Foster was the first to raise his hand. "First Lady was groped by Smitty Green at 10:02 pm in the Delta Tau basement, no injuries or marks but the boob in question was indeed grabbed by said parasite......SIR!"

"And do we let slimy little Alpha Betas like that grope our other halves?" Rhett questioned.

"FUCK NO!!!!" the Deltas thundered.

"Men," he continued, pacing up and down the line. "When ya'll were pledges, ya'll took an oath to protect your lady or your other half with your life. I know every single one o' ya'll would never do that to a lady or to anybody else. But those slimy little tapeworms think they can just crawl on in here and take whatever they want. So what are we gonna do about it boys?!"

"GIVE 'EM HELL!!!!"

"That's what I wanna hear!" Rhett bellowed. "Now lets go get'em!"

The Deltas let out their loudest war yells in response, shaking the house down to the studs as they charged off.

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The street was completely silent outside the Alpha Beta house with not a soul around, save for a sun tanner on the rooftop balcony.

Each of the boys in the Delta Tau fraternity marched across the street to the Alpha Beta house, the hoods on their sweatshirts pulled over their heads and an empty plastic binder in their hands. Their voices had become one as they chanted like monks walking towards holy ground.....or in this case, unholy ground.

“Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem,” they chanted, hitting their foreheads with the binders.

They repeated the little ritual with Rhett and Kayce leading them in the front, the two of them biting their lips as they tried not to laugh. As soon as they had reached the front of the Alpha Beta house, they faced their brothers who had halted on the other side of the street.

"KNEEL MY BROTHERS!!!" Rhett commanded.

All of them knelt and bowed their heads to the ground. Rhett and Kayce removed their hoods first before the others followed suit.

"Brother Kayce," Rhett announced.

"Yes?"

"Bring forth the holy book of the Delta Taus."

Kayce pulled out the book that had been written by all the other Deltas who had come before them. "A reading from the book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one," Kayce announced, reading as loudly as he could. ""And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chulapas..."

"THE SHORTENED VERSION DIPSHIT!!!!" Rhett commanded.

"Right, right, gotcha," Kayce snickered. "And the Lord spake, saying, ''First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'"

The brothers all arose and pulled out the huge water balloons from the bags at their sides.

"Gentlemen!" Rhett ordered. "Ready your weapons!"

The Deltas made ready.

"Step to the edge!"

They stepped to the edge of the sidewalk.

"FIRE AT WILL!!!" Rhett ordered.

With a swing of their arms, the Deltas lobbed the entire house with the huge water balloons, startling the Alpha Betas who had come outside to see the commotion, only to be soaked with the freezing cold water, including Smitty himself.

"Whatcha think darlin?" Rhett asked.

You pulled your hood from your eyes and placed a kiss on Rhett's lips. "Best revenge plan ever," you chuckled.

Rhett helped you load a rather large water balloon into the slingshot the boys only really ever used at pool parties, sending it flying right onto Smitty who quickly ran back into the house. So far, this had been yours and Rhett's best plan ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range

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spicymalepolls · 5 months

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ROUND THREE: POLL #2 - Semifinals

ROUND 3 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

🔞 18 + Content Ahead 🔞

Shen Qingqiu/Yuan:

*Warning! Light spoilers for the entire book!*

There are canonical, in-world, ooc hardcore rpf porn of him and his husband written by other characters, heavily featuring how sexy and domninatable he is. Shen Qingqiu has his chest stripped, causing his love interests gay awakening, his clothes torn sexily when in prison, his clothes torn and his waist caressed under house arrest, had the narrative interrupt his 'I must look like an old man' inner monolog to say he was looking fine as hell, and had an evil alternate version of his husband try to sleep with him despite looking just like that guy's childhood abuser.

Shen Qingqiu is also described as having a fat ass and long sexy legs in the explicit extras.

Image #1 (Rule 34)

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Olivine:

He's a guy from a BL porn gacha, so he quite literally exists to be lewded. Facts about him that make me feral:

- he's a big titted priest with nipple piercings, and it's all but stated that he pierced himself

- you see the outfit in the back in the official art? that's his formal preaching outfit. he preaches in that. not all the time, but that's because the outfit is, in his words, too formal.

- is a masochist. NuCa is one of those gachas that has damaged clothes portraits when characters take damage in battle, and in every single one of his variants, he has an ahegao in the max damage portrait. in all but one variant he has heart eyes with that ahegao. I have chosen my favorite from many choices to include in the image propaganda.

- one of his home screen lines is thinking out loud about how he's heard that having a dick piercing feels good, but then he realizes he's talking out loud and goes "ah! never mind, you didn't hear that..." it's adorable.

- has a scene where he gives a tit job, and cums just from giving said tit job. it was his first time giving a tit job and apparently he has a natural talent for it, and got turned on when he was praised for this.

- and also he loves sucking cock.

- and also loves being creampied.

- one time he fucked in a confessional booth. has a lot of public sex scenes, actually. he's also into exhibitionism.

I know he's going to immediately get swept because NuCa isn't /that/ well known as a game but like. Look at him. He's so submissive and breedable and incredibly lewdable

Image #1 (Official Art)

Image #2 (Danbooru)

Image #3 (Twitter)

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With Jack in NYC this week, I can’t get this image out of my head. He would wake you in the middle of the night just so you can scream his name because he wanted to with all the window blinds/curtains up.

City Lights

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut!⚠️

A/n: the link pic is in the fic also I changed the plot from the request the tiniest bit.

Synopsis: Jack and Y/n enjoy the view from their hotel.

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“It just makes more sense for you to be in New York for the week,” Chris tells Jack over the phone.

“Even though I only have a photo shoot and SNL literally a day apart?” Jack sighs.

“You could do some networking and meeting with others,” Chris explains.

“Fine, yeah whatever.” Jack agrees.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, Jack. Tell y/n I say hi.” Chris says before hanging up.

Jack groans and rubs his hand down his face.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask him, climbing onto his lap.

“We have to leave tomorrow to go to New York for the week,” Jack informs you.

“Well, I do. You can stay, I know we just got done doing a lot of traveling.” He tells you, rubbing your thighs.

“You know I’ll go everywhere you do.” You smile at him, cupping his cheeks to kiss him.

“I love and appreciate you so much, you keep me sane.” He sighs.

“I must not be doing that good of a job.” You laugh.

He pushes you off of him carefully and leans over to tickle you.

“Jack! Stop!” You laugh.

“Huh? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” He laughs.

“Baby! I love you so much, stop!” You wiggle, trying to get away from his tickles.

“Alright, baby. Let’s go pack.” He finally stops.

“My stomach hurts.” You sigh, trying to rub the tightness from laughing out.

The two of you pack for about an hour and a half before going to sleep and getting on the plane.

You’re awakened from your sleep by your alarm going off. You quickly turn it off and turn over to see Jack still peacefully asleep and the night sky dark. It’s only 9 P.M and your plane is set to leave at 10.

“Wake up, baby.” You tell him quietly.

You kiss his lips, multiple times until you feel him kiss you back.

“Good morning.” He says, his voice raspy from his sleep.

“Good morning, handsome. Even though it’s still night.” You giggle.

“Let’s get up and get ready to leave soon.” You tell him, getting ready to move out the bed.

“Mm Mm.” He grumbles, shaking his head.

“We can’t stay in bed any longer.” You tell him.

“Yes, we can.”

“No, we cannot.” You giggle.

“I’m getting up to brush my teeth, it’d be lovely if you join me.” You joke.

“Ha ha, you are so funny.” He says, catching a tired attitude.

“Whew, blowing that breath.” You giggle, walking away towards the bathroom.

Jack joins you in brushing your teeth, to brush his.

“Up now, baby?” You ask him, playing with his curls.

“Yeah.” He says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Alright, I’m gonna go put our bags by the door.” You tell him.

“Nu-uh, I’ll do that, baby. Will you get our plane bag ready?” He asks you.

You nod at him and go into your room to collect the chargers and anything else y’all will need on the plane or at the hotel.

“Ready, babe?” Jack asks, peeking into the room.

“Yeah.”

The two of you take an Uber to the airport.

Once y’all arrive you two get on his private plane and settle with each other. You cuddle up with him. The two of you fall asleep for the remainder of the flight.

You pack up y’all’s stuff and get off the plane before Jack.

“Hey, can I have some of those Biscoff cookies? I know she’ll regret not having them.” Jack asks the flight attendant.

“Yes, of course.” She says handing him a box full.

“Thank you.” Jack laughs.

Jack gets off the plane and meets you in the car Chris assigned to pick y’all up.

“Here you go, baby,” Jack says, handing you the box of Biscoffs.

“Where’d you get these!?” You ask him in awe.

“It’s a secret.” He laughs.

“Alright, boy.”

The two of you decide to go get food before going to your hotel.

“Let’s go to that pizza place by the Northstar,” Jack says.

“Ooo, yes! That place was so good last time we went.” You moan.

Jack tells the driver and he drives the two of you to Uncle B’s.

“Can please I get two slices of the deluxe cheese pizzas?” Jack asks.

“Course, that’ll be 12.99.” The man tells Jack.

Jack hands him his card and y’all are given the pizza.

The two of you eat on the way to the Northstar hotel.

A man approaches the car ready to take your and Jack’s baggage upstairs to your room while you and Jack follow him up.

“Wow, we’re high up.” You tell him showing him that you’re on the 17th floor.

“Yeah, the view is amazing from your room.” The bellman tells you.

“I can’t wait to see it.” You beam.

Jack watches you in awe. No matter how tired or worn out you were, you always look like the most beautiful woman alive to him.

The bellman brings you and Jack to room 1705 and unlocks the door for y’all.

“Wow.” You say, in awe of how beautiful the room is.

“Is it possible to have this room for the rest of the week?” Jack asks the bellman.

“Absolutely.” He nods to Jack.

He places the baggage off of the hotel bell cart and leaves the room after Jack tips him.

You and Jack walk into the room and are astonished by the view.

“This is so beautiful, Jack.” You gasp.

“Mm, it is.” He says, moving behind you and kissing up your neck.

“Jack-”

“I wanna fuck you in this room, with all the blinds open,” Jack admits.

“I want your pretty tits pressed against this window while I fuck you.” His words make your breath hitch and you feel yourself grow wet.

“Do it.” You say softly.

“I can’t hear you, pretty.” Jack teases.

“Fuck me, Jack. Do what you want to me.” You sigh.

“Good girl.” He smirks.

He pulls down your legging while you remove your sweatshirt.

Jack unclasps your bra as he moves you over to the ledge of the window. You put your knees on it and he pushes your boobs against it. You wince at the cold feeling as it hardens your nipples.

“Bet all those people could see you right now.” He says, looking down and seeing the streets of New York City.

“You’d like that hmm? Them looking at you getting fucked?” Jack asks as he pulls down his sweats and boxers.

You stay quiet, which makes Jack pull your hair back.

“Would you like that?” He asks again.

“Yes?” You moan out.

“Wrong, I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Who gets to see how wet you get for me.” Jack says, rubbing his tip through your folds.

His precum mixes with your slick. A sigh leaves your lips as he rubs against your clit. Jack slowly inches his tip into you, feeling how you stretch around him.

“Mm, Jack.” You moan.

In one slick motion, Jack bottoms out into you.

You arch your back, begging for more. His thrusts are languid and deep, making you crave more.

“Jack, please.” You beg.

“What do you want princess?” He asks.

“Faster.” You moan.

Jack grabs a hold of your hip as he quickens his pace. Your breath fogs up the window as you fail to make sounds. The noises of your slick combined with the collision of Jack’s hips hitting against you fill the room.

“Just like that, Jack!” You moan.

“God, feel so good, baby.” Jack moans.

Jack’s hand slips in between you and the window to rub your clit.

“Fuck, Jack I can’t! I’m gonna cum!” You moan.

“Cum for me, baby. Let the 1st floor hear how good I’m making you feel.” Jack groans.

“Jack!” You moan out as you cum.

Your body buckles and shakes as you reach your high.

“Fuck, turn around,” Jack says pulling out of you.

You turn around and drop to your knees as Jack jerks off in front of you. He groans loudly as he aims to cum on your tits.

“Fuck, so pretty for me.” He moans.

You scoop up his cum with your finger and spread it on your tongue.

“Fuuuuck.” Jack sighs, throwing his head back.

“We gotta get in the shower before I fuck you all night,” Jack says, all but jokingly.

He holds his hand out for you to grab and you do so. You stand to your feet and the both of you walk into the bathroom. You pee while Jack starts the shower.

“I love you.” He says as you join him in the shower.

“I love you too.” You tell him, leaning your face up toward him so he can kiss you.

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