#y music ensemble

[glazeflower]

Ensemble Stars characters giving there S/O pet names (my favs edition)

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Dear

My angel

Beloved

He would be so old fashion type of lover

Or he would use your name

Depends on were you guys at

Shu Itsuki

100% he uses this pet name the most

Doll

No further explanation needed for that one

Other pet names are

Ma/mon cherie

Dearest

My muse

Tsukasa Suou

Dear

Beloved

My lady/lord

My queen/king/majesty

My liege

Idk were anymore but in someones post they said that "if they audition are princess then your the queen because he is Knights king" and I love that(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

He's giving fairy tale prince vibes of pet names frfr

Eichi Tenshouin

Dearest

My love

Honey

Classic gentleman real(⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Hajime Shino

Honey

Sweetie

Love

Just sweet little pet names form this sweet little guy

Arashi Narukami

Love

Dear

Cutie

Sweetie

She would definitely be that type of lover

She would also say it with the most sweetest tone ever to you like

Sweetie~

Skdndbcixnsndncb died

Note

This was just a silly idea to do hihi also little side note I would date Arashi like I'm not in to womens at all but like Arashi is an exception she is so ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ anyway hope you like it!

[valeriele3]

Ah ic then!!! Can i request hurt and comfort with bullied reader whos childhood friends w Chiaki?

Chiaki Morisawa x GNBullied!Reader

✎ Sorry for taking so long on this!! And if the ending seems rushed. I'll admit, I was stuck on this request. I apologize if it isn't satisfactory and because there actually isn't much Chiaki in this and its more abt y/n... ^^;

Warnings: Bullying, possible inaccuracies regarding in-game lore, not proofread, and ooc Words: 2,809

Chiaki Morisawa.

That was the name of your best friend and savior.

You were often bullied as a child.

It was just light teasing at first, but slowly, over time, they've turned to picking on you, hiding your textbooks, writing mean things on your table, throwing your backpack somewhere—you know, the typical things bullies do like in those films. But it was nothing too extreme.

You didn't mind much at first; after all, you guys were just kids; they would get tired of it eventually, right?

You were wrong.

Since you never stood up for yourself, they just assumed what they were doing was "right." Their behavior was never corrected, and so it lasted for a long time—that is, until he came. Chiaki Morisawa.

He opened your eyes.

It made you realize that what those people were doing to you was wrong and unjust.

It happened on a particularly cold day. You were at the park playing by the swings when your bullies came and decided to ruin your day.

You ignored them, and they, in turn, pestered you more.

One of them, certainly not liking the fact that you were ignoring them, picked up a nearby rock and threw it at you.

Not expecting such a thing to occur, you fell off the swing, and your head is now bleeding.

'It hurts', you think, feeling tears starting to well up.

"𝖯𝖿𝖿𝗍—𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺! 𝖠𝗐𝗐~ 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍?"

"𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢!"

"ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪!" They laughed.

They laughed and laughed, their voices ringing, echoing inside your head.

Their laughter was interrupted when a rock came flying out of nowhere and almost hit one of them in the head.

Turning your guys' attention to the person who presumably threw the rock, there stood a timid looking child with brown hair and matching colored eyes.

"G-Go away before I call the cops!"

"𝖧𝖺𝗁! 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽? 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽?" Bully 1 turns their head to you.

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜!? 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝! 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚑~" Bully 2 sticks out their tongue as if mocking the brown-haired child.

"T-Then..I'll tell your parents!" The brown-haired child threatened.

Bully 3 laughs, "ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ!"

Hearing this, the timid look he had immediately went away and was replaced with a courageous, confident look. "Hehe~.. Your house is the red one right down that street, isn't it?" He points to the street where the bully currently lives.

"I can run there and tell your parents about the bad things you guys are doing to them!"

"𝖲-𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗍! 𝖫𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇!"

Bully 2 gasps, "[𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 1] 𝚍-𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍-"

"𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌!! 𝖢'𝗆𝗈𝗇!"

And with that, Bully 3 grabs Bully 2's hand and runs after Bully 1.

You and your brave hero watched as the three fled to somewhere far, far away. Probably going somewhere where their parents won't be able to easily find them should you and the brown-haired kid tattle on them.

"Hey, are you alright? I mean, I know you aren't, but you know..Ah! That's right, my name is Morisawa Chiaki." He reaches out a hand and smiles.

You accept his hand and stand up. "Morisawa..L/N Y/N."

"Hm? Sorry?"

"L/N Y/N, that's my name."

"Ah, you have quite the beautiful name, L/N-san."

"Thank you, you too."

...

The awkward silence was clearly getting to you both.

"W-Well, uhm, I'll get going first, L/N-san."

"By-" Chiaki sneezes, snot now dripping down his nose.

He stood there frozen, clearly embarrassed.

You giggle at the boy. "Here," pulling out your handkerchief, you begin to wipe his nose. "You can have this for now."

"Thank you.." He was back to looking timid.

Seeing him go back into his shell, you bring the subject from earlier back. "I'll see you around then, Morisawa-san."

"Yeah! I'll see you around L/N-san."

"Oh, wait!" You reach out for his arm. "You don't have to call me with honorifics; just L/N or Y/N is fine."

"Hmm..then..you can also just call me Chiaki, Y/N."

"Chiaki..Yeah, sure!"

And with that, it marked your guys' first encounter, with many more to come in the future.

╰┈➤ The following is a "short" It's not but it was supposed to be extension. And the timeline will start a day before Chiaki attends Yumenosaki Academy.

During the years you've spent with Chiaki, you've come to know about how he was sickly and how a simple weather change could render him ill.

Whenever he got sick during those times, you would nurse him back to health; he even proclaimed that you must have healing powers due to how fast you always managed to "heal" him.

He also has the habit of reading something before going to sleep, something you've learned whenever you had sleepovers.

He was your best friend and savior. He may not know it himself, but he was a hero. He appeared when you needed him most and saved you from the darkness, just like the shows he loved to watch.

He was like a fire—no, a sun—he always shone so bright. Spreading his light to every inch and every corner of the world

Or, well, that's what he was like to you, but in reality, he hasn't shined upon every inch, corner, or crevice of the world. But you believe that he'll be able to do it. In fact, it may very well happen soon.

"Y/N."

"Go."

"But,-"

"Just go already, Chiaki~ You'll be late at this rate."

The energetic man held onto you, refusing to let go.

"𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙠𝙞"

"..Fine... Reluctantly, he let go of his hold on you. "You're sure you'll be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Chiaki."

"Besides, it's only the first day anyway. Nothing eventful happens on first days."

"Right.." He looks at you suspiciously, obviously not buying the "Nothing eventful happens on first days."

"The one we should focus on is you, y'know. After all, you're going to attend the Yumenosaki Private Academy. THAT school."

"I should be the one asking you if you'll be fine. Sooo, do you think you can survive the first week?"

"Nevermind the first week, Y/N, I don't think I'll be able to survive a day in there!" The look he has right now can only be explained in three words: puppy dog eyes.

"And why is that, hm?"

"Because you won't be there!" He exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You chuckle. "Now, now, it'll be alright. You'll survive just fine without me." You pat his head. "It's not like I'm your heart or something."

"You may not be my heart, but you are in my heart," he mutters.

"Hm? What'd you say?" You question.

"Nothing!" He answers bashfully.

"Hmm..Alright~" You pat his head again and give him a little push. "Now go. You really will be late if you stay here any further."

"Oh, right!" He exclaims. It seems he's forgotten why he was prolonging his stay and clinging to you.

He bids farewell and starts running towards Yumenosaki, stopping a bit to look back at you. Noticing his stare, you wave him goodbye.

█▓▒▒░░░Chiakis Morisawa's POV░░░▒▒▓█

꒰ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ˢᵏⁱᵖ꒱

'..I didn't expect to get out this late..'

Chiaki stares at the late afternoon sky. 'I hope I didn't keep Y/N waiting for too long'

I start walking, or rather, sprinting, towards Y/N's school. It's getting late, and the streets are dangerous after all.

If anything happens to them, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for not being by their side.

Once there, I stop to take a short breather.

Glancing around, I spot a familiar figure curled up in a corner.

"Hey! Y/N!" I jog up towards them. "Sorry, did you wait long?"

"I lost track of time, and before I knew it, bam! The sun was already beginning to set!"

█▓▒▒░░░Narrator's POV░░░▒▒▓█

Noticing your strange silence, he slowly approaches you, crouching down and asking, "Are you alright?"

You still remain silent.

"Hey, did something—no, did someone bother you while I was gone?" His voice was laced with concern, and his pitch was a bit higher than normal.

The world seems to be frozen. You then break the silence and utter, "I'm fine, Chiaki. Sorry, just a bit tired from today." You sniffle at the end of the sentence and try to cover it up by clearing your throat, although you doubt you'd be able to fool him anyway.

"You.." His eyes slightly widen. "Who did it!?" He grabs you by the shoulders with a bit more force than he wanted.

You wince from the force, and he loses his hold a bit. "Sorry," he mutters.

Lifting your head a bit, you say, "I'm really fine, Chiaki. There's no need to worry. I just..tripped."

"Tripped? Y/N, a little stumble wouldn't cause injuries like these." He eyes you from top to bottom.

"I-I'm really, really fine. C'mon, let's just go home. The moon is coming up." You push past him and start walking.

"Y/N!" He shouts. Grumbling, he jogs up to your side.

Ever since that day, you always ended up with new bruises every day and came up with all kinds of excuses as to how you got them.

Chiaki didn't seem to believe any of them, so you tried to hide them as best as you could.

You started learning more about makeup and concealing the bruises in it. While it didn't make it any better, it did hide it from prying eyes. You also wore long-sleeved clothing whenever you failed to completely cover them up.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

It was alright, you thought. You'd be fine. They'd realize how childish they were acting and stop. Soon. They'll stop soon.

You knew. You knew what they were doing was way above teasing and acting childish.

You knew. You knew what they were doing was way above teasing and acting childish; however, you just couldn't find it in you to apprehend them or report them.

So you let them continue, suffering through their endless onslaught of harassment.

You were slowly crumbling apart. You were losing yourself with each passing day.

You needed help. "Chiaki.." you mutter. You miss him. You miss him so much.

You don't know how long it's been since you cut off contact with him. You didn't want him to witness your current state, afraid of what he'd think of you. And so, you avoided him, changing your route home, ignoring his calls and messages, and pretending you weren't home whenever he'd come by.

You even went as far as climbing over your school's walls just to avoid him when he'd try to catch you leaving school premises.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

You were on your way home when suddenly, someone tackled you from behind.

"Y/N!" That voice. You could never forget it. It was his voice.

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝔀𝓪

"Chiaki.." You whimper, your voice cracking. "Chiaki..!" You wail, slumping and crying in his arms. "It's alright, I'm here now." He tightens his hold on you. 

Everything from that point on was like a blur. By the time you came back to your senses, you were back home cuddled up with him, his shirt still wet with your tears and snot.

You somewhat recall telling him about the things you've experienced over the past few months. Sniffling and hiccuping between sentences

You look up at his sleeping face. Somehow, you feel like you've gotten stronger.

Is this what they call the power of love friendship?

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Taking Chiaki's advice, you decided to skip school for a while to recuperate both your physical and mental health.

While he couldn't stay with you 24/7, he did make sure to drop by whenever he could. His presence was like a light. As cringey as it may sound, perhaps he was the light at the end of the tunnel.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

After getting a call about your missing attendance, you decided that maybe it's time to return. Bracing yourself, you opened the door that led you outside your home. Taking a deep breath, you stepped your foot out.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

While walking down the halls, you spot your bullies: Tabitha, the so-called leader; Gracie, the minion; and Daphne, the silent observer, or, I suppose, harassers, is a better word for what they did.

You decide to keep your head down, hoping that they won't notice you. "Phweeee~ Is that L/N Y/N?" Lara whistles.

"Oh, pfft, you're right! How've you been, loser?" Tabitha sneers.

You kept your head down, allowing them to say whatever they wanted. You were about to walk away when his face and his words flashed through your mind.

You stopped your steps and turned around to face them.

"What? Got something to say?" said Tabitha as she signaled Gracie to hold you down.

The crowd around you started murmuring and staring; their stares were suffocating.

Daphne, without saying a word, forced everyone to disperse. While you were somewhat thankful, you doubt she did it for your sake. Daphne was always watching; she wouldn't participate unless asked, or rather, ordered. She was a somewhat fearful figure, and it's only due to her influence that Tabitha and Gracie can freely do whatever they want.

It frustrated you how Daphne could've stopped everything without even lifting a finger, but she just watched. Perhaps she was secretly a sadist or just lacked empathy.

Whatever, you will not be bothered to care about any of them anymore.

Finally raising your head, you digged your heel into Gracie's foot and broke free of her hold. 'Huh, was she always this weak? I swore her hold was stronger'

Gracie jumps a bit in pain, holding her foot. "How dare you!?" She attempts to poorly slap you, but you kick her in the kneecaps, and she tumbles over forward, hitting her face in the landing. "Ouch," you mutter.

"Tabitha, can you just stop this childish act already? I'm honestly embarrassed for you."

"We're already in high school, yet you still act like a middle schooler." You sighed.

"W-Wha..Who do you think you are to be saying that to me, huh?!" She raises her hand, preparing to hit you.

As Tabitha swung her fist, you swiftly grabbed her arm and deftly flipped her over your shoulder.

'Good thing I did those self-defense lessons with Chiaki..' You thought, panicking on the inside while remaining unbothered outside.

"Oww!" Tabitha shrieked.

"Tabitha! Are you alright!?!" Gracie rushes, or well, crawls, to her side. You stare at Gracie, dumbfounded by how she still can't stand up. You swear, you didn't even hit her that hard.

You expected Daphne to do something next, but when you look at her, she's just there, staring and standing as still as a statue.

You sweat dropped, hoping she could focus on something else instead, but she was just staring at you.

Concluding that she won't do anything but stare, you grab your bag, which you accidentally dropped when Grace held you, and start heading towards the principal's office.

You knew that if you went to the teacher's or any other staff, they would just ignore you, as they're too afraid to go against Tabitha's group, or that's what people say, but the one they're truly afraid of is Daphne.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Stopping in front of the door, you take a deep breath and knock three times. You wait for a response. Hearing a "Come in." through the door, you slowly push open the door.

"Good morning, Ms."

"Ah, L/N Y/N, correct?"

"Yes ma'am"

"What brings you here this early? Classes are about to start."

"I would like to file a bullying-no-harassment complaint."

She widens her eyes upon hearing what you say.

"Pardon?"

"I said I would like to file a case of harassment."

"I heard you the first time, Ms. L/N..Ahem, would you mind telling me all the details? And I mean all, don't leave a single detail out."

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

"I see.."

"Don't worry, Ms. . L/N., I'll make sure nothing of the sort happens again. As for the harassers, I'll deal with them quickly." She gives a closed-eyed smile. "And here, take this." She hands you a slip of paper, excusing you for being late to class. "Thank you, ma'am." You bow and head out.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

After that, everything returned to normal.

You can't believe it was that easy to just. stop everything.

What had made you cower in fear? You honestly don't know, but you're thankful that everything's been done.

You were often praised by your peers for standing up for yourself. They were also victims of their bullying.

But the one that's most deserving of praise is Chiaki. Chiaki Morisawa. Your childhood best friend

If it weren't for him, you would probably still be cowering in fear. Accepting Tabitha and her groups' assault

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Everything was back to normal.

You wake up, get ready, and when you open the door to head outside, you'll see Chiaki waiting for you, walking side by side. Forever and always

Maybe.. when the time comes, you'll confess your undying love for the man.

[y1ay2]

Songs that kinda remind me of Valkyrie x reader relationships

Note: Heyo :D I’m writing something else rn and I noticed that I haven’t posted in a while so I did this quick thing. I SWEAR SOMETHING PROPER IS COMING. Ive been a little busy w school so yea sorry D: Also I’m aware my music taste isn’t the best but give some of these songs a try :>

—————— Shu Itsuki

Numbers- TEMPOREX Best Friend - Rex Orange County (idk ab this one) Pyjama Pants- Cavetown ( THIS ONE ESPECIALLY!!) So This Is Love- Cinderella song Je te laisserai des mots- Patrick Watson (ik its French but I like it a lot soo 😔) Crush Culture - Conan Gray (not necessarily romantic but I feel like it just suits him well) — Mika Kagehira Be careful with my heart - Rocco Let you break my heart again - Laufey (THIS ONE ESPECIALLY HIS RELATIONSHIP W SHU AHHH) If You Only Knew- Yayyoung My Jinji- Sunset Rollercoaster Scrawny- Wallows Like or Like Like- Miniature Tigers Pretty Boy- The Neighbourhood Baby- Crisaunt ——————

Note 2: Ill be posting a drabble or more headcanons either tomorrow or the day after that latest sometime next week

-Y ay♬ 6/11/2022

[peppermint-angel]

i asked what animal do you associate me with and leo, shinobu, and riddle said butterfly 🦋 (leo and riddle both said pink butterfly) and epel said duck 🦆, i really can’t complain

[oyster-sauce-tart]

ENSEMBLE STARS MASTERLIST

Last update: 02.25.23

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Realizations (IbaHaji crack fic, AO3 link)

[migueldelaguila]

Just uploaded! Miguel del Aguila's #BrokenRondo's new version for #solo #bassoon and #windensemble performed by bassoonist Carlos Clark, Central Michigan University #Sympyhonic #Wind #Ensemble/#ChrisChapman, conductor https://youtu.be/wDFCBKjyVQE Versions for bassoon and chamber orchestra or piano also available. - Miguel del Aguila

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Concert with a Twist

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summary: Y/n eagerly anticipates attending a Taylor Swift concert in Vienna with her husband, Toto Wolff. Their plans are disrupted by the concert's cancellation. Toto arranges a surprise for her.

Warnings: non

One shot Masterlist

Don't be shy to ask me for a One Shot I would be happy to write it.

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The anticipation was electric. Y/n had been eagerly counting down the days until Taylor Swift’s concert in Vienna. As a long-time fan of the pop star, the concert was a dream come true. Toto Wolff, her husband, had agreed to join her despite not being particularly interested in the pop star himself. His primary goal was to see Y/n happy, and he had been looking forward to their trip to Vienna, which would also serve as a chance to visit his children, Benedict and Rosa, from his first marriage.

Vienna was a special place for Toto. The trip was intended to be a blend of personal and professional—a visit to Vienna’s historic sites, quality time with family, and a glamorous concert experience.

In the days leading up to the concert, Y/n’s excitement was palpable. She spent hours curating the perfect outfit, envisioning herself amidst the crowd, singing along to her favorite songs. She had chosen a stunning ensemble for the evening: a shimmering silver dress that hugged her figure perfectly, complemented by elegant high-heeled sandals. Her accessories included delicate silver jewelry that sparkled under the light, and she planned to carry a chic clutch that completed her sophisticated look.

The dress was a statement piece, reflecting her love for Taylor Swift’s bold and glamorous style. As she laid out her outfit on the bed, she could almost feel the energy of the concert night. She imagined herself dancing and singing along with thousands of other fans, the music filling the air and the lights creating a magical atmosphere.

Two days before their departure from Monaco, disaster struck. The news shattered their excitement. A credible terror plot targeting the concert venue was uncovered. Authorities canceled the event for security reasons. Y/n’s heart sank as she processed the news; the concert she had been dreaming of was suddenly out of reach.

Toto noticed Y/n’s distress and took her hands in his. "I’m so sorry, Y/n. I know how much this meant to you."

Y/n forced a smile, her eyes misty. "I just can’t believe it. I was so looking forward to this."

Toto, seeing her disappointment, felt a pang of guilt. He had agreed to the trip mainly to support her excitement for the concert, but now that it was canceled, he felt a stronger resolve to make their trip memorable. The Vienna visit was important for him as well, but he knew the concert was a significant part for Y/n.

"How about we still make the most of our time in Vienna?" Toto suggested, trying to sound upbeat. "We can focus on visiting Benedict and Rosa, spending time together, and exploring the city. And we’ll find a way to make it special for you."

Y/n looked at him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?"

Toto just smiled mysteriously. "You’ll see. Trust me."

The day of what would have been the concert arrived. Y/n and Toto met up with Benedict and Rosa, who were excited to see them. Benedict and Rosa had always seen Y/n as a good friend and mother figure, and their relationship was warm and affectionate.

They decided to make the most of their time together and explore the city. The morning began with a visit to Schönbrunn Palace. The baroque architecture and meticulously landscaped gardens were breathtaking. Y/n tried to immerse herself in the beauty around her, but the thought of the canceled concert lingered in the back of her mind. Toto, Benedict, and Rosa noticed her occasional distraction and made a concerted effort to keep her spirits high.

"Y/n, look at this!" Benedict called out, pointing to an ornate fountain. "Isn’t it amazing? The craftsmanship is incredible."

Y/n smiled and joined him, appreciating his effort to engage her. "It’s beautiful. I’ve always loved the details in these old structures."

Rosa linked arms with Y/n as they strolled through the gardens. "How about we grab some coffee and cake at a local café? Vienna is famous for its coffee houses, and I know just the place."

Y/n nodded, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds lovely, Rosa. I’d like that."

They spent the afternoon at Café Central, enjoying delicious pastries and rich coffee. The atmosphere was lively, with the hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain. Y/n felt a bit more at ease, the warmth of the café and the company of Toto’s children providing comfort.

As the day turned to evening, they visited the Prater, Vienna’s famous amusement park. The giant Ferris wheel offered stunning views of the city, and the playful environment helped lift Y/n’s mood further. They laughed and joked, Toto’s arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they strolled through the park.

Throughout the day, Y/n did her best to hide her disappointment about the concert. She didn’t want to dampen the family’s spirits, but Toto knew her well enough to see through her facade. He decided it was time to unveil his surprise.

That evening, Y/n decided to wear her concert outfit, determined to make the best of the situation. As she slipped into her shimmering silver dress and fastened her high-heeled sandals, she felt a glimmer of the excitement she had felt before. She styled her hair in loose waves and put on her silver jewelry, adding a touch of glamour to the night.

Toto had been secretive about his plans, and Y/n’s curiosity grew as he led her through the hotel. When they reached the ballroom of the Hotel, Toto opened the door, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

The room had been transformed into a cozy, elegant space. Soft lighting and a beautifully set table created a romantic ambiance. But what really caught Y/n’s attention was the grand piano in the corner and the microphone stand beside it. A pianist and singer stood ready, their instruments and setup perfectly arranged.

When the first notes of "Love Story" played, Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise. She turned to Toto, her eyes shining. "Toto, what is this?"

Toto smiled, taking her hands. "Since we can’t go to the concert, I brought a bit of the concert to us."

Y/n’s heart swelled with emotion. She was speechless as the singer began to perform heartfelt renditions of Taylor Swift’s hits. The intimate setting and Toto’s thoughtful gesture filled her with overwhelming gratitude and love.

As they sat down to enjoy the music, Y/n couldn’t help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her. She danced with Toto, laughing and singing along to the songs that had been the soundtrack to so many of her moments. The private concert turned into a magical evening, filled with love and joy.

After the performance, Y/n turned to Toto, tears of happiness in her eyes. "This is incredible, Toto. I don’t even know how to thank you."

Toto pulled her close, his voice soft. "Seeing you happy is all the thanks I need."

Y/n, still feeling the magic of the evening, leaned in and kissed him deeply. "You always know how to make everything perfect," she whispered against his lips.

They spent the rest of the night talking, reminiscing, and cherishing their time together. The evening had been a heartfelt gesture that Y/n would remember forever.

As they finally went to bed, Y/n snuggled close to Toto. "Thank you for making this trip so special. I love you."

Toto kissed her forehead. "I love you too, Y/n. And I’ll always do whatever it takes to see you smile."

[xtra7s]

𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧 (𝗪𝗟𝗪) ──── 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and y/x broke up a few years ago, falling out of contact instantly. Y/n is a photographer, and went to an event for a job, unaware it was for her ex girlfriend, Renee Rapp.

Content: Renee Rapp x female reader, pure fluff. Enjoy lovies.

Word Count: 955

masterlist

The glow of city lights danced on the horizon as Renee Rapp stood on the rooftop of a chic restaurant, her silhouette framed by the ambient glow. She was in the midst of a lively gathering, a celebration of a successful movie premiere where her talent shone both on-screen and through her vocal prowess in the film's soundtrack.

It was a night of accomplishments, a night she couldn't help but savor.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Y/N found herself in attendance, drawn by the allure of the event. As a photographer and a presence in the pop culture, she couldn't miss the chance to witness the culmination of the star's talents. Little did she know that the evening held more surprises in store, especially the fact that the event was centered on her ex girlfriend.

The night air carried a sense of anticipation, and as Renee moved gracefully through the crowd, she caught sight of a familiar face – Y/N. The years apart had done nothing to diminish the spark of recognition in Renee's eyes. There, amid the glamorous backdrop of the city, memories resurfaced like echoes of a familiar melody.

Renee could almost see the last interaction they had when she closed her eyes, the spilled maroon staining her dress, the anger in your eyes.

A cautious smile played on Y/N's lips as Renee approached. "Long time no see," she greeted, her voice carrying a blend of nostalgia and warmth.

Renee's smile mirrored Y/N's, and she replied, "Indeed. It's been a while."

The two stood there, caught in a moment suspended between the past and the present. A world of unspoken words lingered in the air, memories of laughter and shared dreams that had once defined their relationship.

"You look amazing, Renee," Y/N complimented, her gaze appreciating the elegant ensemble that adorned the actress-singer.

"Thank you," Renee replied, her eyes not veering away from Y/N's. "You look stunning, as always."

As the night progressed, the two found themselves drawn into a conversation that flowed effortlessly, dancing around the edges of the past without delving too deeply. They spoke of their respective journeys over the past two years, the highs, the lows, and the lessons learned along the way.

The rooftop offered a breathtaking view of the cityscape, the twinkling lights below creating a romantic backdrop to their reunion. Amid the laughter and animated chatter of the celebration, a sense of ease settled between Renee and Y/N.

As they shared stories and caught up on lost time, a gentle melody began playing in the background. The strains of a familiar tune filled the air,

'American Wedding' by Frank Ocean returning them both to the nights they spent moving around her living room in sync.

Renee's eyes twinkled as the music played, and she extended her hand to Y/N. "Care for a dance?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before accepting, allowing herself to be led into a cultivated dance under the starlit sky. The world around them faded into the background as they moved together, a silent conversation unfolding in the dance.

"It's surreal, isn't it?" Renee remarked as the faded out when her gaze fixed on Y/N's eyes.

"What is?" Y/N inquired, her heart beating in tandem with the gentle rhythm of the music.

"Being here with you, under the stars, like we're back in that apartment all those years ago," Renee confessed, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Y/N couldn't help but smile in return. "Life has a way of surprising us."

The dance continued, a seamless blend of shared memories and unspoken promises. In that moment, surrounded by the city's lights and the gentle embrace of the night, it felt like time had folded in on itself, bringing them back to a familiar space where the world seemed to pause.

As the music reached its final notes, Renee and Y/N found themselves standing close, the distance between them bridged by shared glances and the unspoken understanding that had always lingered beneath the surface.

"I'm glad we ran into each other tonight," Y/N admitted, her voice soft.

"Me too," Renee replied, her hand finding its way to Y/N's, their fingers intertwining. "Life is unpredictable, but sometimes it brings you back to where you're meant to be."

Y/N nodded, a warmth spreading through her. "Maybe we needed this."

The night continued, the celebration unfolding around them. Renee and Y/N remained in each other's company, navigating the delicate balance between the echoes of the past and the possibilities of the future.

As the event came to a close, Renee turned to Y/N with a sincerity that mirrored the sparkle in her eyes. "Can we do this again? Grab a coffee, catch up without all of this?" Renee asks hopefully, gesturing to the party happening around you.

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in the simplicity of the suggestion. "I'd like that."

And so, against the backdrop of a city that never slept, Renee and Y/N embraced the notion of a fresh start. As they walked away from the celebratory scene, the echoes of their shared laughter and the gentle melody of a serendipitous reunion lingered in the air, their voices fading from the scene behind them.

"There's an old song I wrote for you, 'forever will last', I think it went something like that. It would've played every wedding night."

[jungkit]

homecoming

jungwon x f!reader genre: fluff warnings: suggestive towards the end wc: 800

“Hello, everyone, it’s Jungwon. Today, I have a surprise for someone. Y/N and I haven’t seen each other in approximately one month! It’s a long time, I know.

Enhypen has been touring and she’s been busy with her activities. Of course, we texted and called as much as possible, but not physically being together has been challenging. I’ve missed her more than anything, and today, I will surprise her!”

Jungwon unbuckles his seatbelt, exits the parked car, and takes the camera.

As he looks into the camera, he begins to speak again.

“She’s doing a solo shoot today, and I’ve decided to ambush her completely. She thinks I’m coming home tomorrow, but I’ve arrived early! I imagine she’ll be super surprised and hopefully give me lots of hugs and kisses. I also brought her favorite flowers.” He shows them to the camera, zooming in on them slightly.

As he and the crew behind him head inside, he can hear music pouring out of speakers, the familiar voice of your favorite artist filling his ears.

He greets staff as they pass by, having already informed them of his arrival.

Jungwon knows what kind of shoot you’re doing, as you told him the week before, but he still wasn’t expecting his jaw to drop.

He hides behind some crew members and cameras, ensuring you don’t spot him.

You’re dressed in the most beautiful white ensemble. Your hair is done elegantly, and your makeup is stunning. You look like a princess.

Jungwon’s heart begins to pump faster, wanting nothing more than to run up to you and engulf you in a hug.

As planned, the photographer calls for a break once you've taken several photos.

You smile, thanking everyone around you, as always being kind and considerate, something Jungwon loves about you.

He makes his way from behind the crew, holding the camera, hiding his face behind the flowers.

“Delivery for Y/N?” He says, doing his best to disguise his voice.

You look up from your phone, eyes widening.

A colossal bouquet presents itself in front of you.

You walk up, not noticing all the staff's smiles and giggles.

There’s a card, and you pull it off.

“Read it aloud!” Someone shouts.

“To my love, I want nothing more than to be in your arms again. See you soon, love Jungwon.”

Everyone around you awes as you pout cutely.

You take the flowers from the man, stepping back in surprise as you see Jungwon’s smiling face.

“Oh my god!”

With that, you throw yourself into his arms as he laughs at your reaction.

He wraps his arms around you, inhaling your scent.

You smell like fresh laundry and strawberries, his favorite.

You pull back, grabbing his face and kissing him eagerly.

Jungwon can feel himself blush as everyone around you cheers and claps.

He’s never been one for PDA, but he doesn’t mind.

He kisses you back passionately, cupping your cheek.

When you separate, you begin peppering kisses all over his face, making him laugh.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow!” You say, laying your head against his chest.

“I came early and just couldn’t wait another day.”

You blush this time, hugging him tighter.

“I missed you so much. Every day without you felt like torture,” you say, dragging out the e.

“Me too; I was starting to go crazy.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softer this time.

Your lips feel like heaven against his.

“Are you staying for the rest of my shoot? You ask as you pull away again.

He hums, “And to thank everyone for pursuing my devious plan, I’d like to buy everybody lunch!”

The staff and crew start cheering again at the offer of food.

Half an hour later, you and Jungwon sit in your private dressing room. Your hand rubs your belly, having devoured your food.

“That was delicious, thank you,” you say to Jungwon beside you.

“It was my pleasure. Come here.” He pats his lap, beckoning you to sit.

You do, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him.

“I really missed you,” you coo in a cute voice.

“I missed you more,” Jungwon replies, rubbing your back slowly, “I won’t be leaving the country again for a while, so we have plenty of time to make up for the month we missed.”

“Good! Can you sleep over tonight? My bed’s been lonely without you,” you whine.

“Of course I can. Are you sure you’ve missed me, though? It seems like you missed something else?”

He smirks at you and you smile back.

“I did miss you…all of you.”

Your hand begins to trail down his chest, but he grabs your wrist before it can travel any further.

“You’re such a minx, yeah?

“Only for you.”

t/n: another quick something that came from the delusions of my brain, enjoy!

[toskarin]

recently put together a broad-spectrum album recommendation list for an oomfie, but it felt like it'd be fun to throw this on tumblr as a blunt force answer to everyone who's asked for album recommendations from me

no particular order, no particular quality threshold, no particular mood, no particular genre, we're shooting for variety here

if there's one uniting factor, it's probably "most of this would be considered 'extreme' music" but even then there's plenty of wildcards mixed in to keep you on your toes

enormous recommendation list below the break

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秘部痺れHIBUSHIBIRE - Magical Metamorphosis Third Eye

の子 - 神聖かまってちゃん

Envy - All The Footprints You've Ever Left And The Fear Expecting Ahead

asami - 屑籠

Blind Girls - Residue

COLD DEW - 欲​欲​YUYU

The Angelic Process - Weighing Souls With Sand

[ALBUM ART IS A SURGERY PHOTO] Maenad Veyl - Reassessment

abriction - Banshee

The Sweet Release of Death - The Blissful Joy of Living

Orchestroll - Hyperwide Lustre

Luminescence - 羞Shyness

Mahti - Musiikki 1

Evvolves - Mosses

Nastia Y - Robot Meaheret

Limbs - Everything Under Heaven

Grima - Will of the Primordial

Full of Hell - Full Of Hell & Merzbow

No Point in Living - Idolatry

Sadness - Leave

Marmalade Butcher - Onomatomani​[​a​]​kus

An Autumn For Crippled Children - try not to destroy everything you love

Theodor Bastard - Beloe: Hunting For Fierce Beasts

My Bloody Valentine - Ecstasy and Wine

ベス・クーパーに+現代日本縮図+色覚異常 - SUCKER PUNCH 2​：​FATALITY

Anti-God Hand - Blight Year

Nadja - Radiance Of Shadows

Thousand Leaves - Twilight Symphony

Ultar - Kadath

群青リボン - 夢の底

Mind Matter - Les Brumes de l'Abandon

Beast Jesus - Distributed Denial of Self

Ethereal Shroud - Trisagion

Trhä - Endlh​ë​ton​ë​g

Signs of the Dying Summer - Oto jest Pustka

i, of the trees and wind - Cry of the Forest

Hypnodrone Ensemble - The Shape of Space

The Stalin - 虫

Story of Hope - Historia

DOPE PURPLE & BERSERK - This Is The Harsh Trip For New Psyche

HEALTH - GET COLOR

Nghtly - An Afflicted Body

Ekselsior Rec. - Funky Impulse '17

Sigillum Azoetia - Erennwell

Little Nemo - Turquoise Fields

VANDAL - 地​獄​変

Sacrimoon - I'm gonna miss you

Havukruunu - Kuu Erkylän Yllä

пуща - éph​é​m​è​re

The Elements - Elementary

Second to Sun - Nocturnal Philosophy

have fun!

[peppermint-angel]

nah this is kinda mean 😉

[littlefireball]

ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ|ꜱ*x ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ (ᴍ)

ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ x ɪᴅᴏʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʟᴏɴɢ~ʟᴏɴɢ~ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘᴏʟʏ ᴀᴜ|ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ|ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛᴇ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ

Every summer, renowned music programs host special stages, featuring collaborations between popular male and female group members.

This time, you find yourself among the chosen few.

The theme of the collaboration song revolves around being healthy and sexy, a departure from your usual conservative image.

Despite this, you embrace the opportunity, eager to shatter stereotypes and astonish your two boyfriends, Wooyoung and San.

Keeping your participation a secret from them, you tread cautiously, whether en route to the TV station or backstage, hoping to evade their notice.

Your silhouette was accentuated in the alluring ensemble; a low-cut, cropped suspender top highlights your delicate chest and alluring waistline, while denim shorts elongate your slender legs.

Before stepping onto the stage, you meticulously groom yourself in front of the mirror, the unfamiliarity of the sexy attire causing a flutter of unease within you.

The anticipation of Wooyoung and San's reactions - be it surprise, delight, or any other emotion - adds to your jitters. Amidst the chaos in your mind, you find solace in deep breaths, attempting to soothe your anxious heart.

"Hey! There's a summer collaboration stage this time! I wonder what song it will be?" ATEEZ exclaimed with excitement.

"Watch and you'll know!" The members of ATEEZ sat on the sofa in the resting room, eagerly staring at the TV, anticipating the upcoming performance.

The camera panned to the black curtains, then suddenly the lights illuminated the stage, revealing a lineup of performers. As the music began, you turned around, stunning everyone with your presence.

"Y/N??" Wooyoung and San exclaimed in unison, surprised and delighted by your unexpected participation in the collaboration stage.

The summer-themed music continued to play, and you effortlessly danced to the beat, captivating the audience with your alluring performance. The camera zoomed out to capture your elegant movements and striking outfit.

The members of ATEEZ were taken aback by your outfit, which contrasted with your usual style. Your graceful dance moves and statuesque figure exuded a seductive charm that left them mesmerized.

Lost in the moment, Wooyoung and San were completely engrossed in your performance, unable to look away. Your magnetic presence held them captive, as they watched you with admiration and awe.

Their bodies pulsed with warmth, a magnetic pull drawing their focus to their throbbing desire. Thoughts of your moans, your enticing presence beneath them, and how expertly you handle their arousal flickered through their mind. Sensations of heat and moisture intertwined, fueling their urgent need.

Oh, they wanted to fuck you now.

"Wow, Y/N's dancing is so good~," Jongho teased, finding their reactions amusing.

"Hey! She's mine, don't even think about it," Wooyoung retorted possessively.

"She belongs to us. She's never been just yours," San interjected, his possessiveness tinged with annoyance.

"We've never seen Y/N look so alluring before," Yunho joked, unconcerned with the consequences.

"Hands off, she's off-limits!"

"Someone's getting jealous~~"

"Hush, let's not start a fight," Seonghwa quickly intervened, sensing the tension rising.

The cheers from the TV signaled the end of your performance, but the desire you ignited in them only burned brighter.

Wooyoung and San looked at each other as the same idea pop up in their mind and left the room.

"Hey, use protection." Seonghwa reminded.

"What're you talking about?" They rolled their eyes in the back and smirked.

"Your mind is so dirty, hyung."

"Thank you," you said with a bow before making your way back to your room. The lounge was situated in a secluded area, ensuring minimal foot traffic. The staff were busy preparing for the next performance, creating a serene atmosphere around the lounge.

As you opened the door, you eagerly anticipated any messages from your boyfriends. "Any messages?" you asked, hoping to hear from the manager.

Instead of your manager, it was Sannie,who greeted you. Surprised and delighted, you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss.

"Sannie~~"

He responded in kind, holding your face gently as he kissed you again, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"where's Youngie?" you asked, eager to see him. Sannie explained that Wooyoung had gone to fetch something important, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Wait for what?"

"You guess?"

His hand caressed your face, while the other moved to your backside, his deep voice sending a thrill through you.

"Hmm, Sannie," you murmured, feeling his touch ignite a fire within you."Who was the sexy performer on stage today, keeping secrets from us? Naughty," he teased, his voice dripping with allure.

"I just wanted to surprise you," you replied, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hand squeezed your butt.

"Well, I want to surprise you too," he whispered, his hand sliding down your arm and behind your back.

Feeling his arousal against you, you blushed and bit your lip, caught in his intense gaze. "What do you think we should do about this?" he asked, his knee pressing between your thighs and his cock rubbing your lower core, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

"But…here…"

"Just keep your voice down and everything will be fine."

Your words were interrupted by his passionate kiss. He kissed you with intensity, nibbling and sucking on your lips, creating a soft, intimate sound. The kiss was brief, as his arousal was difficult to ignore.

"Oh, I need to fuck you now."

"Let's be quiet, okay? We don't want to be caught," he whispered.

He kissed you again, offering reassurance. Deep down, you craved their desire to fuck you, but you hadn't expected them to be so bold as to engage in intimacy backstage; you had imagined it would happen at home.

"You look so sexy. I never knew my girlfriend was so daring," he murmured, trailing kisses along your earlobe and leading you to the dressing table, turning you to face the mirror.

San couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that surged through him as he remembered you dancing in that alluring outfit-your chest bouncing and hips swaying.

Every fiber of his being tingled with the allure of your beauty, his heart racing and breath quickening.

"Oh, my beautiful one. Your pussy belongs to me," he whispered, pressing you against him, his hardness pressing against your backside, teasingly pushing into you through the fabric.

"Ha…San…" You rested your head on his shoulder as he slid down your pants and underwear.

"You're already wet for me," he observed, his hand tracing up your thigh, over your buttocks, and finally to your moist entrance.

As he prepared to enter you with his fingers, you stopped him.

"Just fuck me, Sannie. No need for preparation."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, his gaze filled with lust and tenderness.

"I'm ready. Please," you insisted.

"Of course, my love." He unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound heightening the anticipation as he prepared to enter you.

"I'm going to show you how much I desire you." With one hand cradling your neck and the other on your waist, he wasted no time in sliding his hardness into your wetness after he slide the condom down on his cock.

Your mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, and your toes curled involuntarily. "You're mine," he declared, thrusting deeply, drawing a moan from your lips.

"Ahhh…San…" "Shhh, remember what I just said?" He maintained a steady rhythm, his movements synchronized with the softness of your touch. Despite the lack of preparation, your wetness allowed him to penetrate you fully.

He grabbed your hair and you closed your eyes, not wanting to moan out so loud but only panting so heavily. Your throat feels constricted, and the excitement in your lower body consumed your senses.

"Watch yourself, honey. I want you to see how I fuck the life out of you." You opened your eyes and met his gaze, attractive as fuck. Your body moved back and forth from his thrusting and collided to the table.

"Tight af, my honey." His tip hits your most sensitive spot, and the sounds of wacking and squeaking of water and flesh colliding acts as an aphrodisiac, urging San to thrust harder and faster.

"Fuck, San!" He slapped your ass, causing it to slightly bounce. The soft touch was his favourite. He increased the strength of his hands, raising your head higher, and the slight pain pushed you further into excitement. He gritted his teeth, and you saw beads of sweat on his forehead in the mirror, but his charm remained intact.

His hardened cock reached as deep as possible, twitching every time when you let out a moan. It was hard to fully suppress groan and you could only cover your mouth and bite your lips, even drawing some blood.

'Knock─Knock─" The knock on the door jolted you awake, fear gripping your heart as you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with each other. The thought of being discovered sent a shiver down your spine, the consequences looming ominously in your mind.

"It's me," came the familiar voice of Wooyoung, bringing a wave of relief as he entered the room. However, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of San already engaged in passionate intimacy with you.

"Hey! How could you start without me?! Weren't we supposed to wait?" Wooyoung exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You were taking too long, my friend. I can't wait," San replied, his movements not faltering as he continued to thrust with a steady rhythm.

Wooyoung grumbled but eventually settled onto the sofa, watching the scene unfold before him with a mix of curiosity and arousal. The sight of you panting heavily, your body moving in sync with San's thrusts, was undeniably captivating.

So sexy.

Of course, just like San, Wooyoung couldn't bear the heat running through the body and his erection. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock and started to jerk off while watching you to make love.

"Ahhh…" His head rested on the sofa, and the speed of his hands became faster, panting continuously, with embarrassing moans mixed with yours.

"Fuck, Y/N." Now your image filled with wooyoung's mind-how his cock was wrapped around by your velvet wall, how your warmth drove him crazy.

"It seems he wants you so much, honey." San pecked at your nape and kept thrusting. You turned your head and watched what wooyoung was doing.

He was so sexy.

"You want him too? I can feel how wetter you are."

"Hmmm…"

"But baby you have to cum first or I will not let him fuck you." San released his hand and caressed your clit, circling and giving a hard press.

"Oh shit, Sannie…" "Cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, San brought you both to the peak of pleasure, your moans filling the room as you reached climax together. Wooyoung, also, came all on the tissues with a loud moan.

As San withdrew, WooYoung took his place, pulling you into his arms with a possessive yet tender gesture, his fingers gently caressing your hair.

"My turn."

"Sorry, I can't wait." San leaned in to kiss wooyoung's temple, a silent apology for his impatience.

Wooyoung's gaze shifted as he met yours, a flicker of desire passing through his eyes before he masked it.

"Are you alright, darling?" Your weary eyes met him with a mix of exhaustion and longing, sensing the intensity of his desire that threatened to consume you. You knew he wouldn't easily release his hold on you.

"I'm fine, I guess," you replied softly, the words barely escaping your lips before he lifted your chin and claimed your mouth in a hungry kiss. The passion between you ignited, each kiss a fervent exploration of shared desire, a merging of souls that left an indelible mark on your hearts.

Breathless and lost in the moment, your lips remained locked in a dance of fervor. Wooyoung guided you to the couch, positioning himself above you as your kisses continued to convey a shared hunger, a mutual enjoyment of the escalating tension without a struggle for dominance.

"It seems we don't need any more preparation, do we?" he murmured, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Please, Wooyoung," you whispered, already dizzy with anticipation, the remnants of your previous climax still coursing through your veins. Surrendering to instinct, you pleaded, momentarily forgetting your surroundings.

"Patience, my love," he replied, his voice a low rumble as he pressed against you, entering you with practiced skill. Your body arched in response, hands clutching his shoulders for support.

"Oh, Wooyoung," you moaned as he set a deliberate pace, each thrust slow but deep, as if seeking to push you to your limits with every movement.

As he teased you with shallow withdrawals followed by deep, penetrating thrusts, you felt a wave of pleasure building within you, overwhelming your senses. Your moans were stifled, muffled by the intensity of the moment.

"You were so sexy today, babe. How can you wear such an outfit but never tell us, huh?"

"Hmm…I just wanna surprise you…"

"Oh really?" He suddenly thrust so hard and hit your g spot without any error.

"Ah!" You shouted out and he immediately covered your mouth, wearing a smile on his lips.

"Feel so good, right?" He repeated what he did just now as if teasing you. You closed your eyes as everything was just overwhelming. Moaning and groaning were suppressed, only muffled sound came out.

Beside him, San shifted uncomfortably, his own desire reignited by the sight of Wooyoung's fervent lovemaking. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of envy and arousal evident in his expression.

"Damn… darling… you drive me crazy," San muttered, his hand moving to pleasure himself as he watched Wooyoung claim you as his own, a possessive glint in his eyes that dared San to challenge his dominance.

Wooyoung deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance with a hint of aggression, a silent declaration of his claim over you. You yielded to his advances, allowing him to take the lead as his movements grew more urgent, more possessive, a silent promise of unbridled passion yet to come.

After parting from your lips, he nestled his head in the curve of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss.

"No…no hickey…others may see it…"

"Yes, babe." WooYoung increased his speed, pounding against your G-spot and rubbing against your inner walls in a fast paced.

"Oh fuck!" He knew you were about to reach limit.

"Don't cum until I tell you."

"Hmm, please, youngie~"

"Be good, hm?" He pecked at your lips and turned his head to San.

"Someone needs help, babe." He pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"San, come here."

"Fuck her with me." You widened your eyes surprisingly and couldn't believe what you just heard.

"It's okay, babe. You can take it, hm?" You nodded, snuggling into the nook of his neck, feeling a bit awkward in your current position. All you wanted was for them to fuck you as quickly as possible.

"Can you take us at the same time, honey?"

"Yah..yah…"

"You're so good as always."

"Take a seat, babe." Wooyoung planted a gentle kiss on your temple before you felt two hands grip your hips. San lay on the sofa, easing you down slowly while guiding his hardness towards your entrance.

"Hiss…."

Now you were sandwiched between them, with your back against San's chest, sensing his warmth and the rhythm of his breath. Your chest pressed against Wooyoung's, the friction against his damp skin sending shivers down your spine.

The blend of your three scents, mingled with the aroma of passion, filled the air, heightening the erotic atmosphere.

"Its amazing!"

They could sense each other's arousal through the thin barrier between them. Your legs were spread on either side of Wooyoung's, hands intertwined with San's.

Wooyoung thrust into you with a fervor that seemed endless, as if he could never tire. The previous intimacy had only fueled his desire further. Meanwhile, San maintained a steady pace, relishing the sensation of your tightness enveloping him.

The heat of your inner walls drove Wooyoung wild. He could feel the intense warmth concentrated at the tip of his arousal, caressing your soft flesh, eliciting soft moans from him.

"Oh fuck, Y/N, take me so well." "It's us." San peppered your face with kisses, his tongue tracing over your skin, occasionally nipping gently. His marks left a trail of passion on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Sannie, Youngie…I… I'm, oh fuck." The intense lovemaking sent your mind into a whirlwind of pleasure, rendering you almost speechless. Observing you in this state, both San and Wooyoung felt immensely gratified.

"Want to cum, babe?" "Ahhh, yah…I'm gonna cum…" You shut your eyes tightly, releasing loud moans as if trying to expel every last breath from your lungs.

"Shh, be quiet," San hushed you, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your ecstatic cries, feeling the ebb and flow of your breath, alternating between hot and cool.

"Cumming mess on my cock just like you always. You are so good for us. Fucking tight, fucking delicious."

"…!" Driven by his words and intensified thrusts that teased your most sensitive nerves, you reached the peak of pleasure once more.

"Hold on, babe. We still not yet." Wooyoung thrust with a speed and intensity that defied description, his energy seemingly boundless as he took you to new heights. Despite your exhaustion, he showed no signs of slowing down.

"Hmmmmm!" After a few final thrusts, his release came suddenly, leaving you both panting heavily, yearning to gradually come back to earth. Yet, in the heat of the moment, San's own climax had been momentarily forgotten.

"Oh, honey. Its my turn, sorry."

"Fuck you San!" "Shut up, wooyoung."

Pushing you up and withdrawing, San positioned you on Wooyoung's chest, reentering you with a fervor that matched his counterpart. With one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor, he moved with a rhythm that set your senses ablaze.

"Ha…ha….Sannie…" "You love moaning his name, huh?" "Hmm, youngie…" "Good girl."

Wooyoung tenderly caressed your back, gently tucking your hair behind your ear, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. The overwhelming sensation left you breathless, a whirlwind of fatigue and excitement coursing through your body. Your legs trembled like leaves in the wind, requiring all your strength just to open your eyes.

Embracing you tightly, Wooyoung comforted you with a passionate kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. Meanwhile, San quickened his pace in pursuit of his own climax. With a fervent exclamation, San reached his peak, pushing you to the brink as your essence dripped onto the sofa and their thighs.

"You did so well, my love. Let's tidy up," Wooyoung said softly, but you hesitated. "I don't want to move," you murmured. "That's alright, just rest," Wooyoung reassured you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead; San got some tissues to clean you all. As you drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the day's activities, you missed their whispered words.

"I adore her in those sexy outfits. Imagine if she wore them every day.""She wouldn't be able to stand straight," San chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Wooyoung. They each placed a tender kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room to prepare for their performance.

Upon waking, you discovered a message from them: "Can't wait to see you at home. Love you."

Returning to your shared space, they had already prepared dinner, showered with you, and of course, made love with you again and lovingly tended to your needs. As the night unfolded, you found yourself enveloped in their care, drifting off to sleep nestled between them, San gently caressing your waist and Wooyoung massaging your head.

The following day, a video of your electrifying stage performance was shared on social media, quickly sparking conversations across the city. Your captivating presence and alluring attire became the talk of the town, attracting attention from major media outlets. Meanwhile, San and Wooyoung cherished your personal fancam, watching it daily as a reminder of your mesmerizing beauty.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now Live: Stream 4

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, vibrating cock ring, voyeurism

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

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“Wait so you used to watch my streams all the time?” Beomgyu looks at you all cocky as you both walked to the uni’s concert hall, music sheets in both your hands of the arrangements you had finally finished to show the ensemble to play. “That’s so adorable. I appreciate my fans so much, I really do.” He presses his hand to his chest dramatically.

“Shut up.” You elbow his side, causing the music sheets in his hand to fall on the ground in the chilly and windy breeze.

“Owww. Hey! You should help me pick those up!”

You don’t, carrying on strolling as he speedily grabbed the sheets, racing to walk beside you again.

“What was your username, come on tell me. Don’t be embarrassed.” He looks at you with a shit eating grin.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Come onn! I think I deserve to know!”

“No.”

“But-”

“-No.”

“Why not?!”

You give it some thought whether you should tell him or not but he probably would never let it go if you didn’t. Sighing, you decide to just let it out. “I was…user seggsysax…”

Beomgyu bursts into a fit of laughter in disbelief, “You were seggsysax?!” He can’t stop laughing and you just stand, staring at him with a deadpan gaze. “I always see your username in every single one of my lives! Even from the very start! Wow. Thank you for being such a loyal fan.” He laughs even more, “I thought your username was weird though.”

You roll your eyes, slightly embarrassed. “I play saxophone! And…it’s sexy? I don’t know I just came up with anything! Will you stop laughing?!” But beomgyu looks like he’s about to hurtle to the ground any second.

You make it to the concert hall, waiting for the other musicians to start coming in. Strings, woodwind, brass, and percussionists to sit in their assigned positions, you and beomgyu handing out the scores on the music stands.

“Hello! I’m Beomgyu and this is Y/n. We’re the two organisers of the music department’s Christmas performance this year.” Beomgyu introduces you both cheerily once everyone settles in and begins to explain what will be happening.

And then you all start practicing and learning the pieces, you and beomgyu taking it in turns to conduct and play and telling them how certain sections should sound like. It was already beginning to come together and was already sounding great.

You were actually pretty excited about it, people coming up to praise you both on how you’ve arranged it after it had finished and you and beomgyu giving each other a little fist bump once they all left.

“So, you’re gonna be my manager or whatever then? What are you even gonna do?” Beomgyu asks, both of you at his place, sitting on his comfy bed after practice to discuss your earlier proposition.

“Well, since I’ve watched a lot of camboys and have been part of your audience, I could give you input and ideas on what other watchers would want and like so we can make more money. I could also help you film everything since it must be hard trying to film it yourself and I’ll monitor what people comment and what gets you more tips.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Alright then. Interview’s over. Sure, you’re my manager now I guess. Why do you want to though anyway?”

“Because I am broke as hell and couldn’t find any part time jobs and this doesn’t seem that bad. Why did you start being a camboy?”

“I’m also broke and need to pay off my college tuition.” Beomgyu shrugs his shoulders, “I stumbled across a camboy once and thought hey! I can make money at home just jerking off so…”

You nod, “Yeah, you’re good at it.”

He smiles at your praise, eyes scrunching into little crescent moons and cheeks blushing, “Thanks!” Clearly, he likes compliments. It’s kinda really cute. You clear your head at the last comment-Off topic, off topic.

“So…why don’t we try out and film something now?” You suggest nonchalantly.

“What? Like, right now?” Beomgyu’s eyes pop out his sockets.

“Yeah if you want to”

“O-okay. Y-yeah, yeah...”

He gives you your phone so you can set everything up, putting it on the tripod and angling the cameras to one of his bare walls, ready to stream. “What should I do?” Beomgyu asks shyly.

“I don’t know. Do you have somewhere where you keep all your toys and stuff?”

So he goes to his wardrobe, getting a pink box at the back and opening it for you to look at a variety of little vibes, dildos, plugs and many other things. Your eyes catch a vibrating cock ring you’ve never seen before.

“Oh I haven’t seen you use that before.” You point at it.

“Yeah I got it recently.”

“Do you wanna use it today? I bet the viewers would go crazy. It’s pretty.”

“Y-yeah okay then.” Beomgyu’s voice suddenly sounding mouse-like.

Beomgyu starts changing out of his clothes to put on his usual thigh highs and putting the cock ring on with slightly shaking hands. He doesn’t know whether he should tell you to look away since you’ll literally be watching him anyway and it’s not like you’ve never seen him naked, given you’ve watched multiple of his streams.

But you turn your head anyway, taking your phone out and going on it, acting as if you were extremely busy replying to life changing messages. You just had twitter up and kept refreshing it.

Once he was done you look up, not daring to look anywhere but his face. He passes the controller to the vibrator to you, averting your gaze as well.

“You want me to do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. Should I start the stream now?”

He nods and positions himself where you set the tripod and then you press the live button. Loads of users washing in and beomgyu says his usual greetings and welcomes to them.

After that he looks at you as if to indicate for you to start the controller and so you do, putting it on a low setting. Beomgyu also starts to fuck himself along with it, pumping his dick with his hands, slowly.

Beomgyu is beyond embarrassed right now. Whilst he’s fucked himself for thousands of people to watch, it’s incredibly different to this right now. A real person, right in front of him. Someone he knows. It made him so nervous, especially with your firm gaze on him, you not saying or visibly reacting to anything he’s doing making him even more squirmy. Somehow though, he thinks it’s making him even more turned on with you right there watching him. What was this weird feeling? What were you thinking of him right now?

You press one of the buttons to the controller even higher. Beomgyu looking at you with wide eyes as he carried on stroking his cock with the added vibrations, not even looking anywhere else but your face at this point, completely forgetting there was another audience watching him right now besides you, but he doesn’t bother checking the comments this time as he moans, feeling the pleasure overtaking him. He can’t believe he’s acting like this in front of you. Literally moaning with you right there. Because of you.

You know you shouldn’t feel like this at all. Like, absolutely at all. It was so, so wrong for you to feel like this but watching beomgyu like this, falling apart in front of you, stroking his dick shyly, you controlling his pleasure made you so unbelievably aroused. You could moan yourself to be honest.

You’d think that knowing Angel was actually beomgyu would make you stop feeling attracted to Angel at all, but you’re starting to think it’s only increased it. You watched every one of his streams, your favourite camboy and you’d fuck yourself as well while watching him, thinking he was perfect. And now, he was a mere few feet away from you. In real life. Fucking himself whilst you got to watch. In person. What you used to watch on your laptop screen doesn’t even compare to the real thing. His moans, reactions, body even prettier in real life.

The amount of willpower it took to not go and just fuck him right there. But that would be so wrong. It’s beomgyu. Not Angel. Well, actually you’re a bit confused now. But either way, it would be so wrong. Especially since you’re just his manager now. You’re professionally working with him. You can’t do that.

You turn the button up to the highest beomgyu looking at you fearfully and throwing his head back, whining. He slows his movements down on his dick for a second but you give him a glare as if to say ‘don’t you dare’ so he doesn’t, whimpering as he continued to stroke his dick for you.

You look at the comments to see viewers confused on whose controlling the cock ring since that’s never happened before, but they find it hot, him not not knowing what’s gonna happen.

He squishes his legs together, pumping his dick faster, eyes facing the ceiling and moans increasing and you know he’s just about to cum, seeing the scene loads of times before to know when he’s just on the verge. You press the button multiple times to go to one of the more lower settings, beomgyu snapping his head to you, distraught from not getting his high yet.

Then you go again, pressing it to the highest immediately, making beomgyu’s body jerk from the shock. He stills his hand for a second but knows better than to stop, so he just keeps jerking himself off until he’s about to cum again which doesn’t take long at all. And then you make it go to a low vibration again, beomgyu whining out loud at you. Then you start it all over again.

His hands go up to hide his face, embarrassed from the sounds he’s making in front of you and the reactions he’s making. “Y-y/n…!” Beomgyu whimpers out your name accidentally, from you still not letting him cum.

His comments go absolutely crazy. Everyone wondering who the new person behind the camera was on Angel’s channel.

@iheartsubby324: Whose y/n?!!?!?! Does he finally have a fuck buddy for himself after all this time? We’ve been telling him.

@angelsno1fan: Fuck that’s not fair. I wish I could be doing that to him right now. 😩

Many other users in all caps shouting from the screens, going mad that for the first time, Angel has someone else there. Of course you’re literally just his manager/kinda camera person helper but they don’t know that. You know if you were watching that right now you’d also be going crazy.

You let the cock ring stay on the high setting this time and beomgyu’s movements go faster on his cock, his thighs shaking together as he closes them shut again, cock twitching in the vibrating ring and he cums everywhere with a strangled pretty moan, more cum coming out of him due to the cock ring.

He can’t believe he just came in front of you. He’s never done anything like that in real life before in front of someone ever. He’s embarrassed to say he kinda liked it. But also embarrassed he just did that.

Fuck, that’s literally hottest thing ever and you got to see it in person. It was also painful to just sit there and watch. You continue to just stare it at him with your mouth slightly parted, he looked so gorgeous like that, panting, eyelids fluttering, cum covering him—you need to stop. That’s beomgyu!

You check to see how much money he just made. It was more than usual you don’t why. It wasn’t really anything different.

You wait for beomgyu on his bed as he takes a shower, feeling incredibly awkward and tense, swinging your legs off the bed. Then beomgyu walks out the bathroom, making you jump. His hair wet and masking his eyes, he dries his long hair with a towel not looking anywhere near you, you could also see how awkward he felt. Most people looked like ugly drenched rats when they came out the shower but he looked kinda…attractive-off topic! Off topic again! Beomgyu picks up his phone when a notification buzzes.

“My friend’s having a party right now. Wanna go?” Beomgyu asks, trying to ease the tension away. Just act like it never happened for now.

“Of course you have a party to go to.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, are you coming or not?”

“Fine. I don’t really have anything better to do.”

You walk into Choi Yeonjun’s house, one of beomgyu’s other playboy friends, music—if you’d even call that music—blaring, making your ears slightly hurt and shit-faced people frolicking about, some play beer pong and other stereotypical house party games. Ah, how serene.

Beomgyu approaches Kang Taehyun and you follow as he excitedly jumped on his shoulders, scaring the dude.

“Taehyunnn!” Beomgyu shouts.

“You scared the shit out of me. What the hell gyu.”

You stare at them perplexed, “You guys know each other…?” Kang taehyun was one of the top students at your university and was extremely intelligent. And beomgyu was well…You can’t imagine they would both be friends at all.

“Of course we are! We’re best friends!”

“That’s stretching it a bit.” Taehyun jokes.

“Hey! You can’t say that to your husband!”

“We’re not husbands…I would never marry you.”

Beomgyu gasps. “So you want a divorce?!”

“Yeah because he’d marry me instead!” Huening kai walks over, drink in hand , another music student you recognised but he took it as a minor.

“You’re cheating on me?!?!” Beomgyu gasps even louder, making huening Kai laugh.

“You’re scaring away all the hoes beomgyu…” Taehyun sighs.

“What hoes? You get zero bitches. Me on the other hand…” Beomgyu flicks his hair at taehyun which only causes Kai to laugh even louder. A very unique laugh, you note. “Anyway this is Y/n! We’re working together on that music performance.”

“Oh hello! Nice to meet you.” They both say in unison.

“Nice to meet you too!”

The rest of the party is pretty uneventful to you. You hang out with taehyun and kai in the kitchen, talking and laughing with them. They were very entertaining to be around and friendly, happy you made some new friends. Beomgyu disappeared at some point and you see him again, clearly very drunk and making out with some girl. All three of you rolling your eyes at him.

“How much do you bet he won’t actually end up fucking them again.” Taehyun turns to Huening Kai.

“Hmmm. $30.”

“You guys know Beomgyu’s a virgin!?” You say the last part quietly.

“Yeah. I have no idea where those rumours came from in the first place.” Taehyun answers.

“Why does he act like that then though?” You ask.

“Beats me.” Huening Kai shrugs.

Once all three of you have had enough at staying at the party, you scavenge for beomgyu, finding him in the garden, passed out in a weird beetle position. And you all take him back to taehyun’s car with much effort.

Huening Kai gets dropped off first since his accommodations are a lot closer and taehyun parks his car since your block was just next to taehyun’s and beomgyu’s. You help taehyun carry beomgyu inside though.

“Hey, my dorm is just right here and I’ve got an exam early in the morning. Do you mind taking beomgyu up to his dorm yourself?” Taehyun asks, since his was at the very first floor and beomgyu’s was at the very top.

“Yeah sure. See you later taehyun. Good luck on your exam!”

“Thank you so much y/n! I’ll see you around!”

You know why taehyun chose not to come, it took absolutely forever to try and drag beomgyu up all the stairs to his dorm, elevator conveniently out of order.

You had to stop multiple times to catch your breath going up those stairs and dragging a mostly unconscious beomgyu with you but you finally make it after what feels like an eternity. Taehyun so owes you for that. And beomgyu. You genuinely feel like you’re gonna collapse but you open beomgyu’s place with his keys.

You tuck beomgyu into his bed. It was quite amusing seeing beomgyu passed out, covers tucked tightly up to his face and his mouth parted, a little unflatteringly.

He tugs on your sleeve before you can leave though, seemingly awake again. “I pussied out on fucking someone again. Is it…is it weird…Am I weird for being a-a virgin…? Beomgyu looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes ever, slurring his words from still being drunk.

“Hey…no of course not! You don’t need to have sex. It doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t be that important. You’re not weird for being a virgin! It’s…it’s normal.”

“But everyone thinks I’ve fucked everyone. And I haven’t fucked anyone. Isn’t that really embarrassing?”

“No it’s just stupid you have rumours like that about you. You shouldn’t care.”

And then he’s passed out again, probably not hearing a word you said, your hand in his to his chest from when he stopped you leaving. You clear your throat, letting go of him and exiting his place.

Next chap

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Well Ain't You A Looker?

ALASTOR x (F) READER Summary: You and Alastor are from two completely different worlds, eras even. So what happens when you try and maybe understand his world a bit more? Warnings: NONE If you would like a GN version of this, feel free to ask!(REQUESTS ARE OPEN, see pinned post for details) This is based off a request from the dearest @anon-of-the-void

Y/N and Alastor had always been inseparable. From their time of meeting to an interesting friendship and now as they donned a romantic relationship, almost nothing had kept them apart. Their relationship was a whirlwind of laughter, shared musical interests, and undeniable chemistry. But there was always an unspoken barrier between them – the gap of time separating their worlds: Alastor being from the 1930s and Y/N being from the early 2000s. 

Often one would use terms, mannerisms, or speak of time relevant events that left the other utterly confused and needing clarification. This tension often accompanied dinner, walks around Hell, and even small talk in the Hotel. While both were a great match, it certainly wasn't one made in Heaven. As their relationship approached its six-month mark, Y/N found herself curious about Alastor's origins. She longed to understand the era from which he hailed. Determined to bridge the gap between their worlds, Y/N sought guidance from Rosie the Overlord, a figure well-versed in the ways of the past and a very good…if the only…friend of Alastor. 

And so, after a few weeks of secret planning, Y/N found herself in the bustling underworld, making her way to Rosie's domain. The Overlord welcomed her with open arms, her peppy demeanor softened by genuine curiosity. Rosie, intrigued by Y/N's eagerness, took her under her wing. Secretly relishing the chance to indulge her penchant for mischief, Rosie adorned Y/N in elegant 1930s attire, complete with a brown dress and a cloche hat. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Rosie schooled Y/N in the art of 1930s slang and mannerisms, eager to see her impress her demon beau.

"Ah, so you're the lucky one who's captured Alastor's heart," Rosie remarked with a knowing smirk. "Well, darling, if you want to understand the 1930s, you've come to the right place."

Meanwhile, Alastor, with his keen senses, couldn't help but notice Y/N's newfound enthusiasm for his era over the past few weeks and her sudden absence. He observed her with silent amusement, marveling at her determination to understand his world. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, Alastor's heart swelled with affection for the woman who had stolen it. No one had quite done anything for him like Y/N did, so imagine his surprise when one evening, as the crimson hues of dusk painted the sky, Y/N made her grand entrance. 

Adorned in her vintage ensemble, she exuded an air of timeless elegance, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence. Alastor, lounging in his parlor, couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

"Darling, what's all this?" Alastor inquired, his voice a melodic blend of curiosity and admiration.

Y/N flashed him a dazzling smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "I wanted to understand your world better, Alastor. So…I sought Rosie's help."

Alastor's grin widened, a glint of pride shining in his crimson eyes. "Well, ain’t you a looker?" he chuckled, extending a hand to his beloved as suddenly his microphone decided to play some tunes as if from an old LP. 

As they waltzed across the room, Alastor couldn't resist whispering sweet words of encouragement to Y/N. "You may be from a different time, my dear, but your beauty transcends all eras."

With each step, their love blossomed, a testament to the timeless nature of their bond. For in the depths of Hell, amidst the chaos and despair, Alastor and Y/N found solace in each other's arms. As they danced to the crackling tune of an old record, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in Alastor's world and he found a sense of belonging in hers. And as they laughed and twirled through the night, she realized that, no matter the time period, their love would always transcend the boundaries of time and space.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo x Stereotypical! Popular bitch! Reader

Okay, so this is a songfic... NSFW at it's most, a lime at it's least.

Not the songfic that has lyrics on them, but fics that are heavily inspired by songs. And this time, it's Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica.

I'm not that knowledgable with Emos to be fair... I'm only doing it in a way where the fic reads like a stereotypical late 90's and early 20's teen flick! I think. I hope.

Also, the bitch here means someone who sleeps around quite a lot, and not the mean type. Just wanna put that out there.

So, I do apologize if I offended someone ಥ‿ಥ

Like any song fic, I recommend listening to Emo Boy while reading.

Yandere! Emo name: Ashton

TW: stereotypical Emo, stereotypical popular bitch

Ashton always had a fascination with the Emo lifestyle. He loved the music associated with it, especially the people indulging in the lifestyle. He loved how emotional and in tune they are with their emotions and is not afraid to show who they are.

When the got the opportunity to study senior high school in a small yet lively town, he knew he had to grab it.

And when he finally got out of the grasps of his conservative family, he felt free.

No more people calling him demon worshipper, finally (although, now that he thinks about it, aren't the goths the one being called demon worshippers?)

So with black skinny jeans, long, dark black hair that covered his eyes, rings, piercings, chains, sneakers, and a graphic tee shirt, he knew he was ready.

But what he didn't expect was being ostracized by being Emo.

But then, don't people like him always get bullied?

With a grumble while sitting on his chair, all alone, he gripped his pen while in the middle of writing a poem.

"Nobody understands me." Ashton muttered, his dark eyes a stormy grey.

This school he's in is filled with stereotypes, he just realized. Mean Jocks and Cheerleaders, two faced popular bitches, pushover nerds, slobbery otakus, social outcasts... He wonders if his life is a real life teen flick.

So rather than dive into the complicated social hierarchy, he just sits in his seat, reading and listening to MCR and P!ATD just like a true stereotype.

His life filled with such deep melancholy as he trudged in this hormone filled prison that he calls a school.

Hmm. He should write that in his journal.

But then he woke up in his bedroom, his hair having a cowlick he can't put down.

Okay... That's weird.

Then, when he tried to tease and straighten his hair, it won't budge, forcing him to let it stay wavy/curly and covet his eyes just like that.

Then, his favorite graphic tee was eaten by rats...

And his sneakers were accidentally bleached...

Then, as if the day was mocking him, it was really sunny and hot, smiling and cooking him in his dark ensemble.

"What the fuck..."

He suddenly felt a foreboding dread inside of him.

When he got in the school and sat down at his seat at the back, he heard whispers of a new person transferring to this school.

The talk of the town, y/n, was now being speculated which clique they will belong in.

And when they rolled in a pink rover, the school crowd knew they're going to be in the popular rich kids.

Immediately, you integrated into the clique like it was a natural thing to do.

With your quite the revealing clothes, your bimbo/himbo like personality, and your knack for bedding people if you wanted, you got into the social hierarchy just like that. Labeled as the slut, you paraded around the school with that title with your newfound friends.

Trendy, social, quite the airhead, yet charming in your own right, and such a seductive figure too. Nobody can resist your charms.

Not even Ashton.

He tried to fight back the attraction he had with you, and your fashionable pink fit, and fluttery eyelashes.

But he can't.

The hierarchy said no, and his brain also says no.

Yet his heart sings yes.

And he always follows his feelings and his heart.

It was small efforts at first. Poems, love letters filled with such romantic words.

All slipped in your locker, in a cute pink envelop and a sweet sampaguita smell on it.

You knew who it was from, and you loved it.

"Are you really interested in that Emo boy in the HUMSS department?" One of your friends asked, sipping on a disguised flask of alcohol.

You and your friends are in the rooftop, hanging out and skipping classes. Gossip flies out of your mouths and recent "relationships."

"Yeah I am. He's cute and funny... And him being soooo in touch with his emotions is soooo hot." You said, a typical valley accent on your tone.

You twirled your hair and bit your lip, a hot feeling in your body.

You really don't know why you're so attracted to him.

"I just really want to see and feel how good in bed he is." You nonchalantly added, fanning yourself a bit.

Your other friends grimaced a bit.

"... Really? But he's so..."

"Dark."

"Weird."

"And so complicated with his words."

"He's also always alone and listens to those sad emo bands."

You huffed and cocked your hips to the side.

"Hey! He's emotional and deep!" You rolled your eyes. "Besides, I just want to fuck him. I mean, I haven't been with an emo boy."

You thought back to how Ashton walks away from you in those tightest skinny jeans, his ass round and his legs toned.

You wondered really as to why you're so... Desperate to fuck him. Because most of the time, other people are the ones who want to fuck you.

Frustration welled up inside you as you groaned.

"Yeah I truly wonder why myself." You grumbled.

You grabbed the letter from your back pocket, reading Ashton's poem for you.

I burn for you. Your lips so tantalizing, So pillowy and so sacred. It's something I, so lowly am I, Cannot dream of locking with mine. I do not need to know if you're the devil, Tantalizing as you are, Or the deity you claim to be in my dreams, Bringing retribution to my dark and dreary life. Your body so tempting, I want to embrace and bury myself within you. I want to claim and mark you as my own, My bleeding heart corrupting your alluring self. But I know I can't. So I only look at you with starry eyes, As you shine the most beautiful in a pedestal that I molded in your visage.

You understood the poem a bit, and it irritated you.

"What do you mean you'll not pursue me?!" You yelled, gripping the letter. "I can't believe he'll confess like this and not... Go for me?!"

Your friends chuckled and read the poem and was surprised to see how whimsical this confession of lusty attraction is.

"Wow... Okay, I give you my blessing to bed him." One of your friends said and you rolled your eyes and snatching the poem away from him.

"I know. And I'm trying." You spat out. "I need a stress reliever. Let's go shopping."

What you didn't know is that Ashton is listening to your confession, and is fighting the urge to take you then and there.

He smirked and tried to calm his fast beating heart as he slowly unbuckled his pants, lust filling him as he continued to replay your confession of wanting to fuck him.

Maybe next poem will be an invitation to his house.

The sound of bed creaking filled the dark room, along with the pants and moans of two people indulging in the desire of flesh.

"Hmm fuck... Ashton..."

"Y/n you're so tight..."

You moaned as Ashton continued to thrust inside of you, his throat audibly clearing as sweat trickled down his throat.

Your eyes trailed down his body, loving the feeling of being under this man.

The hot and damp air encased the two of you, giving a secure and secret paradise, away from the prying eyes.

"Harder Ashton!" Your raspy voice demanded, gripping his arm as he pushed your thighs to the sides of your torso, bending your back as he went deeper, faster, and harder.

"God you make me feral..." Ashton groaned out, feeling your walls squeeze around him stubbornly, not wanting to let go as he pushed you into a mating press in an animalistic need to bury himself deep within you.

The bed creaked violently, accompanying the orchestra of your moans and groans as you both desperately reached your high, and when he spilled inside of you, you knew that you wanted more.

So you kissed him on the lips deeply, interlocking your tongue with his as you both worked into getting into it again.

Yet, as Ashton smirked and gripped your thigh once more, ready to go, a stray perfume bottle rolled under the bed from the movement, a label on the bottle printed "love potion" on it.

A sweet smell of sampaguita permeating as a drop fell on the floor, glowing.

So if you don't get it, Ashton sprays the love potion on the poems he gives you, making you irrationally desperate for him as he is for you xx.

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Xavier had been acting cagey for weeks, a fact you hadn't had the heart to address since Maddie's disappearance. but with his dubious return to school and how he loitered in the periphery of Nicole and Simon's orbit, you thought it was about time to get answers. too bad one pale, cow-eyed jock had other plans.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.4

Xavier knew that whatever oddness you displayed, it was done with intention.

Sticking wads of gum in your hair at recess? Hana's brother had shaved a strip off the top of Hana's head in 5th grade and you'd needed to give your mom a reason. Giving Xavier's dad a casserole in a pan he'd have to return? He and Xavier hadn't had a homecooked meal since Xavier's mom went to visit her sister in 8th grade. Now every other Wednesday was circled on the calendar in Xavier's kitchen, Family Dinner scrawled in red sharpie.

So, whatever had possessed you into your uncharacteristic choice of outfit, Xavier knew there was a reason.

"Don't." You warned as soon as you opened the door.

Xavier smirked, eyeing you as you climbed into the passenger side of his truck. Of your friends, Mathilda was the one who layered herself in dark colors; a walking shadow with sass and a violent streak. You, on the other hand, tended toward a more eclectic wardrobe and never reached for black on black, especially since...

Well. Since.

Xavier recognized your leather jacket, the lapels boasting a collection of button pins and silver studs, and band patches stitched into the sleeves. An accessorized exhibition of your taste in music and social commentary.

The jacket made sense.

What didn't was what was undoubtedly your uncle's Black Sabbath hoodie paired with black skinny jeans tucked into pointed-toe, matte black booties, the small heels on which had click-clacked down the walkway from your front door to the truck.

"Your mom's?" Xavier guessed, referring to the jeans and booties.

"Shush."

"No, no, no," Xavier said mildly, pulling into the road, "I happen to think you make it work. It's giving—" He swept the air in front of him dramatically with one hand, setting the scene, "—Crime in the Dead of Night."

You shoved your backpack into the footwell and buckled your seatbelt before leveling him with a glare. Well, maybe. He couldn't really tell through the enormous sunglasses you'd chosen to complement your peculiar ensemble, but your lips were pursed in that way they got when you were grumpy about something.

"Shut up, Zav."

"No really," Xavier insisted, "Incognito Chic. Doesn't look like you're hiding something at all."

You smacked him on the shoulder, unable to suppress a lighthearted chuckle. "No questions asked." You said, invoking a years-old promise you'd made in the aftermath of what had happened to you that third week of 7th grade.

It was an appeal for support without having to reveal things that didn't make sense yet. Perhaps never would. Just unconditional thereness from someone you trusted to have your back.

A knot curled in Xavier's gut. His grip tightened on the steering wheel for a short second before he managed to tamp back the haunting feelings to the darkest corner of his brain.

He'd taken advantage of that pact in recent weeks. Had asked you a few times to cover for him if Maddie asked after him; even had you send texts about band practice on random days when the schedule hadn't changed since last fall. Every Saturday in Lucas and Hana's garage.

The whole thing with Claire made him feel rotted from the inside out. He could only vaguely remember how it'd started. A dumb decision made at 3am on a Tuesday, swaying from too many hits of his vape and two shots of his dad's whiskey.

And you never questioned him. Not once. Just honored your end of the deal because you believed Xavier was your friend and wouldn't make you aid and abet his sleaze.

Fuck.

A few blocks from school, you reached across the bench seat and placed a hand on Xavier's forearm, tone warm, "You sure about this?" You asked, "Cause we could go to the mall. Or drive up to the lake." Meaning his dad's cabin. "Or into the city."

Xavier gave you a weak smile, "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to skip." He couldn't blame you. Still, "I need to do this, kiddo. Not just because I don't want the fucking trolls to win, but because there is someone in there who knows what's going on."

"So...what? You're going to track down leads and find Maddie yourself?" You raised an eyebrow. Again, Xavier couldn't quite see it with how much of your face the sunglasses masked, but your forehead shifted in a way to suggest it.

"Hey, I'm open to ideas if you have any you'd like to share."

You sighed heavily, shook your head. "Nah, B, I got nothing. But if you need help, just let me know." You smiled, patted his shoulder, then bent forward to grab your backpack.

Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot, Xavier wrestled with asking you for another favor. After all the deceit, he should take responsibility for his own shit, but he didn't have the mental fortitude to deal with Mathilda's—albeit well-meaning—stance against his choice to return to school.

She'd made a fuss in the group chat the night before, words all capitalized and stressed in bold, and Xavier wasn't looking forward to listening to the barrage he was sure she'd prepared for him. Hana, Lucas and Eli, Xavier could manage, even if they shared Mathilda's point of view. But Mathilda? Was a force of nature.

You'd just slid out of the truck, were about to shut the door, when Xavier swallowed and forced himself to ask, "Do you think you could run interference?"

You studied him for a moment, likely wondering if it was worth it to take the bullet on Xavier's behalf, and then, "Sure thing, I got you."

Xavier was profoundly grateful to count you as a friend—hell, after all you'd been through together—a sister.

He put every ounce of sincerity behind his words, "Thank you," and offered you a proper smile, all teeth and crinkled eyes. You responded with a smile of your own, bright and buoyant and a boon to the anxiety rending his confidence.

"I'll see you in there." You chirped, stepping back and giving a mock salute, "Good luck!"

Xavier sat in his truck until you disappeared into the school, waited for the door to shut behind you before he leaned over and opened the glovebox. His vape sat on top of a mess of empty takeout wrappers and vintage CDs—the latter a testament to how old his truck was.

He hovered, stock still, chewed the inside of his cheek as his lungs and brain yearned for a taste of sweet-cotton-numbness.

"You know, you don't have to lie to me." Maddie's disappointment was palpable, pressing under Xavier's skin like cold fingers.

"Okay, fine, I'm a total burnout who is skipping class to get high in his car. Congratulations, you got me." He nonchalantly responded.

Maddie smiled, cute, dimpled, and said, "For the record, you're the worst liar in the world."

Xavier's heart broke.

Abruptly, he smacked the glovebox closed and opened his door, hauling himself out of his truck in a blur of movement. He needed to get his ass in gear before he changed his mind and fucked up again.

Today, he was going to make damn sure he did better.

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